#(and then she asked me out and i was like ah shit)

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the customer is always right

simon 'ghost' riley

tags: smut/pwp, plug!reader, biker!simon, rough sex, semi-public sex, rough wall sex, mean!simon, mentions & use of recreational drugs, dub-con (!!!), breeding kink, dark themes

a/n: wow that was something!

simon knew when the trust his gut. it was what kept him alive for so long. good things didn't come to those who tried to over-think things and just like emotion take over. problem was, sometimes the gut wasn't right and simon may go a little overboard.

moments like that were also what had kept him alive for this long. but maybe he was overacting when he got in your face, little plastic baggie in his hand (damn thing had hearts printed on it for christ sake). he may have been a touch too mean.

"ya fuckin' bitch." he snapped, "tryin' to over-charge me. is that what they teach ya nowadays?"

"what the fuck are you talking about?" you snapped back, "you asked and you received. all of them are there. the weed, the xanax, it's all there." you pointed to the baggie, "and if you don't like it then take a hike." and turned away, but you didn't get far before simon grabbed you by the shoulder and hit you up against the wall.

"nah, nah. not very good customer service are ya. jeez, i remember i at least had the decency to please and thank you when i sold." he towered over you, much stronger than you could ever. your forehead hit against the brick wall and you felt tears in your eyes.

"simon... c'mon." you said, "i'm not fucking around here." and yelped when you felt his hands go up your skirt. his large, rough hand grasped your ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

"c'mon, what? that you're a cheat and a liar. thinkin' that you can pout that fat bottom lip and no one would be counting what you shaved off? i hope you know there are worse men out there than me. fuck with them and you'll be found in pieces." he pressed into you, his hard on in his jeans rubbed against you behind.

"please, simon." you said.

"shh, shh. i'm tryin' to right a wrong here. the customer is always right, right? ya only give the best to those who are payin' and since you tried to scam me out. only fair that i get a little return on what i paid for. and if it isn't drugs, well, i'll have to find somethin' else." he pulled your panties down and kept you against the wall by the back of your neck.

he got his cock out of his jeans and rubbed his cock up against your ass. he exhaled deeply, "love the smell of good pussy before i light up for the evenin'." he chuckled, "ah, that's is. mmm, should be selling this. but, actually, maybe i should keep it to myself. yeah?"

you didn't know what yo say. you had to keep quiet. you were currently in the alleyway between the biker bar that simon owned and a convenience store that got a fair bit of foot traffic.

"yeah, keep ya on my arm at the bar. better yet, get ya off this dealer shit and back into the kitchen. measure flour and sugar rather than weed and cocaine." he groaned as he kept his cock throb as he held it against you behind. slow up and down movements against you. he still kept you pinned.

"simon."

"ah, ya want it, doll." he chuckled, "ya want me. i can smell it on ya." he sniffed for dramatic effect as he rubbed up against you further, "mmm. ya like that." his voice was dangerous as he sank into your cunt.

easy fit, maybe a little bruising. but, simon would kiss it all better with the tip of his cock. maybe rub some of his cum against the bruises for good measure. you moaned against the wall and your short nails dragged across the brick wall.

he moved against you quickly. his pace was bruising and it made you pant heavily against the wall. he slapped your ass and then struck his fingers in your mouth when he felt you got too loud.

"keep ya home, keep ya with the brats. better than this. i can handle it all, you just stay home." he moved against you, "mama don't gotta think, she just gotta handle the home, right?" he felt your cunt squeeze around his cock and he chuckled to himself as he moved against you faster.

you moaned around his fingers and he only pushed into you further. you choked out a noise as he held you jaw, still keeping you quiet. his cock hit against all the right spots and it made you have spots in your vision. the feeling was so strong that it made you unable to fully process what was going on. how it felt to be fucked this way, with a man so much larger and so much more terrifying.

"that's it. won't sell ya for a quick buck. only i'll keep this greedy pussy filled right?" his pace continued and you were on another planet. rationality died in your head and replaced with the wet feeling between your legs.

being manhandled like this, subjected to his brutal paces. there was little affection, but simon would make it up to you. it's not going to all take in one night. he'd need to work his achy cock into you a few more times. he felt the heat in his body as he fucked you.

you moaned around his fingers and let him use you as he pleased. your legs were shaky but he kept you upright. you moaned around his digits.

"that's it beautiful. wow, this is the customer service i like to see." he purred into your ear as he continued to rut against you. he knew you weren't paying attention to a damn thing he was saying. but, still you felt good. nice cunt for him to fuck.

"simon." you tried to say around his fingers. but he kept fucking you like a man on a mission. your eyes rolled back when you felt the climax hit you like a train. your cunt clamped down on his cock and you finished around him.

you slumped further against the grimy brick wall and you cursed when he took his fingers out of your mouth. he slapped your ass and looked out of the alley as he fucked you with a heavier pace. his hips slammed against your ass.

"fuck, baby. look at ya." he groaned as his pace kept up. he moved against you, fucked you up against he wall like he owned you. he kept his pace steady as he felt the climax in his gut. he kept fucking you eagerly and felt the throb in his core.

a few more heavy thrusts and he shoved he took his cock out to the tip, but still came inside of you. like spurts of cum hit against the deepest parts of you. he gripped your ass and said, "did ya a favour and pulled you a little. still got my boys in ya though." his accent heavy due to the lust, "keep 'em safe will ya."

you were barely focused on the roughness of the brick under your cheek.

he pulled out and got his sticky cock into his jeans. he zipped them up and you nervously got your panties back over your ass. globs on his cum stained the front of your panties.

you were on shaky legs as he took you by the arm. you looked up at him and felt meek. you felt conflicted, your core still shivering. your bottom lip wobbled as he rubbed your eyes.

"ah, i'm here, doll." he said softly, "why don't we get in your car and remeasure everythin'. seems like baby girl doesn't know how to do her measurments." he patted your behind and gave a smile under his mask.

you had no words, you just got fucked in an alley way and your mind was still a tangled knot of yarn. you leaned on him further for support.

"don't worry, i'm here now. and we'll get them just right." he yanked you a little harder then you hopes as he said, "no time to waste beautiful. you better not have messed up too many of the measurements, or else we'll have to right those wrongs all over again. because why, doll?"

you whimpered, "the customer's always right?"

"yes he is."

[cumbuni]

✧˚ · . what's worse than running into an old flame? Oh yeah, finding out he’s your rival assassin✧˚ · .

“You’re hot when you’re trying to kill me.”

Toji Zenin had always been insufferable, and that was before you found out he was the rival assassin you’d been sent out to kill. The revelation hit you like a punch to the gut, memories of your tumultuous relationship flooding back. His arrogance, his infuriating smirk, the way he always seemed to get under your skin – it all made sense now.

You had never been a particularly skilled assassin, not in comparison to him. He was an elite, a member of the infamous Zenin clan. You were little more than a rookie in the grand scheme of things, which is why you were always sent on the most tedious, boring, and downright humiliating jobs. You thought you had done a pretty decent job hiding your identity from him, but apparently that was not the case.

The tension crackled between you as you locked eyes, a mix of danger and familiarity swirling in the air. "Oh, please, flattery won’t work." you retorted, a playful glint in your eye despite the seriousness of the situation. The banter between you felt like a dance, a dangerous yet exhilarating game of words and swords. As the moonlight bathed the long since dead warehouse in a silvery glow, a moment of silence hung between you before Toji sighed, his gaze intense. "I guess we always did have a strange way of showing affection.”

You knew you’d fucked up when he caught your wrist mid strike, pulling you into him. Much to your annoyance. “Tsk. If you wanted to be close to me all ya had to do was ask love.” his lips are curling into that angering smirk. “I. . . I hate you.” your words sound small, uncertain under his steel gaze.

He cocks his head, “Is that right?”

Shit.

He’s fucking you like he wants to kill you, oh wait, he does. His veiny cock is hot, searing, splitting you in half. Every thrust pushes air from your lungs, and you can't scream. You're on the verge of tears, and the sounds that come from your mouth are pathetic.

An inked bicep curls around your neck, craning your head back. His other arm is a bar across your shoulders. You can barely breathe. The thrusts are brutal, and his balls slap wetly against your aching clit. “Mixing business with pleasure? Tsk, such ah slut.” He coo’s into your ear, his voice a rumble against your back.

Your body is aflame with pleasure. You don't want to like this, but you can't help it. The way he moves, the way he controls the speed and depth of his cock inside you, you're not in control.

He has you pinned. “Missed this—oh!” He’s cruel. Molding your gummy pussy with his angry cock, hitting the end of you and dragging back so that your inner walls suckle at the thick tip. “Ughm—I’m gonna k-kill you.” your words are strangled but he understands.

He laughs, loud and brassy.

He releases your shoulders and your upper half hits the cold floor. Weak arms too wobbly to support you. But his hips continue to piston. The smack of his thighs against your ass obscene, and your cunt soaked, leaking slick all over him. Your hands claw at the warehouse floor.

“Kill me? Awe, just when I—Fuckkkk—thought we were makin’ progress.” You want to kill him, you do, but the way he’s pounding into you has you a slobbering teary eyed mess. His cock is a rod of heat inside you, tearing you apart. It feels like he could break you.

But you take it, like a champ. Your eyes roll back. It hurts but the pain is sweet and addictive. His hand comes down on your ass and you squeal. “Ohhh she’s gripping me!” Toji was never a whiner, but god the way you’re so inviting has him hooked.

The hand on your ass kneads and soothes the reddening skin. Fingers trailing between your cheeks, pressing at the ring of muscles there. His hips still as he teases your asshole, pressing against the tight hole but never entering. His pace is slower, more controlled. And you gasp when he sends a glob of spit to the puckered hole, his fingers dipping inside.

He fucks your pussy and your asshole with his fingers, his dick never leaving you. The sensations is overwhelming. The wet noises, the sloppy sounds of your cunt taking him, the squelch of his fingers sliding in and out of your tight little hole.

It's all too much.

You cum. It's violent. Like a dam breaking. Your whole body jerks and shudders. Cunt throbbing. Asshole convulsing. Your toes are curled so hard, you think you might have broken them.

A boneless heap on the floor, twitching, whimpering and drooling. He’s still, buried into the hilt of you, watching and waiting for your orgasm to subside. But the assassin isn’t done with you. “Tojiiii, I can’t—“ “Givin’ up so soon? I taught you better.” His hips begin to move again. The sound that leaves your mouth is one you've never made before. High pitched, and desperate. “You thought we were done? m’just getting started. Gonna send you back full of cum.”

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

My Best Friends Brother

Player 001 x Reader

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You grew up with the Hwang brothers. You were mainly friends with Jun-Ho… In Ho preferred to stay in his room only coming out to eat or tell his brother that Mom said to do the dishes or that Dad said to take out the trash. From what you knew In Ho was much older than Jun-Ho.

You made friends with Jun-Ho in high school. He was social and handsome… until you met his polar opposite big brother. His dark and brooding personality added to his handsome face. Always dressed in black. He spoke seldomly but his eyes lingered on your small frame.

“Jun-Ho!” You walked into his mother’s home as if it were your own. You kicked off your shoes by the door.

“Hi sweetie” his mother called from the kitchen.

“Hi mom” you adopted calling her mom as she was your mom’s best friend.

“How was work last night?” You worked as a bartender at a popular bar. Your pretty face bringing you loads of tips.

“Ah, you know, stressful” you say casually as you sat on the counter. She popped a piece of chicken into your mouth. “Oh my god, that’s so good” you said after swallowing.

“I’m trying a new recipe.” She said proudly. “Dinner will be done by 6, Jun-Ho should be home at 5:30, I think In Ho’s in his room though.” Just as she said that, In Ho’s dark frame appeared from the hallway. He eyed you carefully. Your short skirt and small shirt, gave his head no room to imagine you.

“Hi, In Ho” you smiled. He grunted in response. Opening the fridge and bending down to reach the coke cans, he took a look at you, hoping to see up your skirt. His mother threw a spoon at him.

“Ow, Mom!” He whined.

“Be polite. Say hello to her”

“Hi (y/n)” he said sarcastically. “When’s dinner ready?” He asked before disappearing to his room.

“6” she sighed. “I just wish he’d find a girl. I mean, i wouldn’t care who he found. I just want a smile on his face” she said. You smiled. “You should marry one of those boys” she grinned.

“Ms. Jung-seu” you respond. “I’m gonna bother In Ho, while I wait for Jun-Ho” you say kissing her cheek before going to In Ho’`s room.

“In Ho” you s`aid in sing-songs voice as you entered his room. He sat on his computer chair, playing Call of Duty. You closed his door, walking behind him and pulling his headphones off.

“What the fuck Jun-“ He turned to you angrily. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want?” He sighed, pulling his headphones back on.

“I just wanted to come hang out since Jun-Ho isn’t here till later.” You say throwing yourself on his bed. “Can I play?” Yo ask.

“No” he said, sharply. You sighed, lying on his bed. He turned around and threw a controller at you. “Stop pouting, you fucking baby” you grinned and sat on his lap. His breath hitched in his throat.

“What are we gonna play? Ranked?”

“Fuck no. You think I trust you to play ranked? Are you fucking dumb?” He blurted.

“I bet I’m better than you” your voice cocky.

“Oh yeah” he scoffed. He passed you his controller. “Go, one match ranked, if you get over 5 kills, we can play ranked” he challenged.

“Pfft” as you played,

“Holy shit. Nice shot” he complimented. You sat higher on his lap, practically on his cock. You felt his hands rest on your thighs. You looked down quickly, smirking.

“What are you doing?” You asked, feigning innocence.

“Oh (y/n), dont play stupid.” In Ho scoffed. “You think I don’t notice how you stare?” He gripped your thighs tighter, kissing your neck.

“In Ho” you said lightly. He growled lowly, signaling he was listening. “If Jun-Ho sees-“

“I don’t care. It’s not like he’s done anything like this with you, has he?” He asked, not stopping nor caring what your response was.

“No, but if he was us doing this… or fucking. He’d never talk to me again.” You say.

“Then let’s keep it our secret” he whispers gruffly in your ear.

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Ah-Mel-Eee for anyone wondering.

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You're an employee at VoxTech who's struggling to make ends meet to support yourself, as well as your daughter Amelie. One day, your sitter cancels and your left with no option other than to bring Amelie to work with you. She escapes your cubicle and blabbers to Vox about your financial troubles, giving Vox the opportunity to propose a deal— a deal in which your financial worries would be cast aside for certain services.

ᴄᴡ: NSFW!, money in exchange for sex, idk vox being a pathetic dick

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"Shit!" you exclaim as you throw your phone onto the couch. The babysitter you had relied on each day to watch your 4-year-old daughter had canceled at the last minute. Something about "too much work for too little pay". Since when were hell-born teens so picky about their source of income?

Your daughter, Amelie, giggles as you cuss. She runs circles around the living room, repeating the cuss word emphatically, "Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit-". "No, Amelie," you drag a hand down your tense expression, "don't say that.". Amelie continues her relentless cussing, pacing circles around you as she laughs and yells. Gently catching her from her unabated loop of running around you, you lift her up and settle her onto your hip.

Amelie smiles as you hold her, her small, energetic form squirming in your arms. A weak hum escapes your lips. Despite the exhaustion and stress you felt, your daughter never failed to bring a smile to your face, "How would you like to come to work with me, love?". Amelie nods and claps her hands excitedly, "Yay!".

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A knot forms in your stomach on the way to work, growing tighter and tighter with each passing moment. Not only was bringing your kid to work considered unprofessional, but possibly fireable where you work. Vox, your boss, wasn't exactly known for being understanding.

You heard horror stories from your co-workers about the ruthless tyrant CEO of Voxtech; people being fired for taking too many bathroom breaks, innocent employees being yelled at just so Vox could get out his anger- The things you heard come forth from your memory and play on loop in your brain. Meanwhile, Amelie's kicking around in the car seat, asking why your "face is sad". "Nothing, sweetheart, keep playing with your toys," you say, pulling into your designated parking spot.

Once you're out of the car, you unbuckle Amelie from her carseat and hold her tightly against her side. As you make your way to your bosses office, you grow nauseous at your impending meeting. Surely Vox wouldn't scold you in front of your own child? Right?

Maybe you should leave Amelie at your desk- Just as you think to do so, it's too late and your already using your back to push open the door's to Vox's office. You set Amelie down once the two of you reach the large walkway surrounded by techy sharks below.

Amelie's little hands clutch at your legs upon seeing the large beasts beside her feet. "Don't worry, honey, they won't hurt you," you reassure her with a soft pat to her head. With Amelie glued to your side, the two of you approach the circular platform where your flat screened boss sat.

"M-Mr. Vox?" you squeak hesitantly, eliciting Vox to spin around his chair to you. "Yes?" he groans under his breath, his eyes narrowing in on the little version of you hiding behind your legs. Amelie giggles as their eyes meet, her once shy and fearful demeanor fading away. Her eyes widen and she springs out from behind you, pointing directly at Vox, "MOMMY LOOK THAT GUY HAS A TV HEAD!!!!".

You internally screamed, you were fucked. "No no no, Amelie! It's not nice to point!" you scoop her up into her arms as you chide her. Vox clears his throat, interrupting your reproach, "Did you just come in here so your child could insult me?".

You turn your attention back to him, "No, sir, I uhm, just wanted to apologize. My baby sitter cancelled on me this morning a-and I couldn't find anyone to watch her and this is incredibly unprofessional I know but she'll stay in my cubicle and not make a peep I swear-!". Your words come out in a frenzied jumbled mess, the pace at which you say your words was frantic and almost unintelligible.

Vox holds up a hand, signaling to pause your nonsensical apology. "Pause. Speak slowly, explain why it," he gestures to Amelie with a disgusted expression, "is here.". You furrow your eyebrows at his repulsed state, moving in front of Amelie to hide her behind you, "My daughter is here because my sitter cancelled. I'm really sorry Mr. Vox... I-I promise she won't be a bother. This wont happen again.".

Swiveling his chair back to face his monitors, he sighs, "It better not. Go.". "Thank you sir!" you swiftly grab Amelie and take her to your desk. __

"Alright, Amelie," you set up a play mat on the floor of your cubicle and sit her on it, "stay here and play with your toys, okay? Do not go anywhere, Mommy will be busy for awhile until my lunch break.". Amelie nods and busies herself with the array of dolls around her.

In the next hour or so, you become fixated on your work, momentarily forgetting about the tot playing on the floor beside your feet. Amelie grew bored. So bored in fact that she decided she wanted to explore! Normally, she would've bugged you. But, she sensed your stress,so naturally she took matters into her own hands.

Amelie dawdles off around the office, peeking at each of the overworked employees clacking away on their computers. She roams around the office until eventually, she finds herself back in front of Vox's office. Pushing her little body against the heavy door, she wriggles into the office and quickly speed-walks across the walkway.

Vox is laser focused on the plethora of monitors before him, not noticing the pitter patter of small feet across his office. Once Amelie reaches Vox’s desk, her eyes are immediately drawn to the various bright screens, a bit disappointed to find that it’s just some boring words that she can’t read yet. She tries to reach a monitor and play on it, but she’s too short. Frustrated, she tugs on Vox’s pant leg.

“What the-“ Vox snaps out of his work trance and notices the little girl beside him, “what are you doing here? Didn’t your mom tell you to stay with them?”. Amelie shrugs, “got bored. do you have games on your phone??”. Vox’s eyes narrow, his tone cold and flat, “No.”.

“what abouttt cartoons!” Amelie lights up at the prospect only for Vox to shut her down, “No.”. “but u have so many-“. “No,” he interrupts.

“What about games on ur computer?”

“No.”

“What about-“

Vox snaps at her, spinning his chair to fully face her. He leans down and points a sharp cyan claw at her, “Listen kid! I’ve got shit to do okay? So go back to your mom and be quiet!”. its quiet for a split second, eliciting a soft smile from Vox until-

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Vox’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s about to happen, “No no don’t-“. Amelie bursts into tears, her loud sobs filling the large room, “Y-you yelled at meeeeee!”. “Kid don’t do that,” he tries to calm her, feeling out of place when it comes to “caring” for children, “c’mon don’t cry! Fucking- I’ll let you watch cartoons if you stop making that awful noise!”.

Right as he says that, her tears stop and she looks up at Vox with big hopeful eyes, “Really? Yay!”. An exhausted sigh escapes his lips while picking up Amelie and setting her on the arm of his chair, “Yes, no more of that crying shit.”. “Okay no more crying shit!!!” she says gleefully as he turns on some VoxTech brand cartoon. You are so getting fired after this.

He tries to go back to work, but is easily distracted by Amelie’s giggling every few seconds. At least she isn’t crying and bugging him anymore. As always, Amelie got bored after watching the same bland cash grab cartoons on repeat. She huffs to signal she's bored, her nose scrunching frustratedly as Vox ignores her.

She shifts closer to Vox, her little head peering over at the monitors he's working on, "What you doing?". "Working," he responds flatly, continuing to clack away at his keyboard, "Didn't I say no talking once your cartoons were on?". Amelie giggles and shakes her head, "No! You said no crying!".

An agitated groan escapes Vox's lips, his hand comes up from his keyboard to rub his temples, "Oh my God-". "So you're mommy's boss?" Amelie asks, swinging her feet happily. "Yes, I'm your mothers boss." Vox responses are absent minded, not caring what the answers are, "Don't you have school or something? Why are you here?". Shaking her head, her smile contorts into a flat line, her expression almost a bit saddened, "No, I've never been to school.". The clacking of the keyboard stops, his fingers pausing as Amelie reveals her lack of schooling, "You're not in school? What the hell is your mother even doing?".

"Well," Amelie begins, "Mommy said that some people can go to school and some people can't, and we can't. But its okay I get to spend more time playing!". Vox's mouth is agape, his face seemingly saying 'are you serious?', "So, you don't get any form of education?". She shakes her head once more, "No, mommy teaches me on her days off, but she doesn't have many...".

"We don't have enough money to go anyways, it's okay," Amelie looks off into the distance for a minute. Ouch, Vox's once judgmental look turns into one of guilt. So you weren't a shitty mom, you just had a shitty job. Yikes. "Your mother told you this?". "No, I heard her talking to her friend on the phone when she thought I was asleep.".

A soft chuckle escaped Vox's lips, "You're kind of a sneaky little bastard.". Amelie giggles and swings her feet off the arm rest, "Ya! Sneaky bastard!". "Don't repeat that," Vox chides, "what else does your mother say...?". "She says, uhmmm," Amelie swings her feet faster as she thinks, "that she's stressseddd for the bills— and she calls daddy a fuck wad!". "Your mother has quite the colorful vocabulary," he says, his eyebrows furrowed as he contemplates the information told to him, "tell me more about your dad, the uh-". "Fuckwad!" Amelie finishes his sentence gleefully. "Sure, that. How come he doesn't help out?" he pries, slumping in his chair slightly to meet her eye to eye.

A lazy shrug bounces Amelie's shoulders, a pout forming while her eyes are fixed on the ground, "Dunno, I never saw him.". That struck a chord with Vox. Growing up on Earth, Vox's parental situation was less then ideal. Despite his expensive taste and abundance of wealth, Vox didn't have much growing up.

He lived in an out of motels up until he was 18 with little to no supervision, although he was better off unsupervised. His mother was out of the picture, and his father was extremely physically and verbally abusive toward Vox. He often came home drunk and unannounced, searching the house for Vox who would hide to avoid his fathers drunken rage. After years of torment, he fled his home at 18 and started a questionable life for himself.

As the memories of his troubled childhood flood his mind, Vox finds himself transported back to his early years on earth... The fear he once felt now coming back to him, the sting after his father strikes him across the cheek still fresh on his skin... He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his hand gently squeezing Amelies shoulder, "Kid, believe me when I tell you you're not missing out. Fathers are... overrated.". He grimaces as he utters that last word, a colossal understatement to the pain he was forced to endure.

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A few hours had passed since you had started working, a cramp forming in your back as you sat slumped in your chair for the past 3 hours. Just as you become cognizant of all the aches and stiffness of your bones, the time in the corner of your computer strikes "1:00". Lunch time, finally. You arch your back against the chair as you reach your arms over your head, eliciting your joints to crack and muscles to stretch, "Amelie, let's go get something to eat, darling.". No response. "Amelie?" you turn your head to the side, dolls are laying on the floor motionless on the floor with no Amelie playing with them. You dart out of your seat, your chair falling down from the abrupt movement. "AMELIE?!" your voice bellows through the office, your coworkers heads turning as you make a scene.

You frantically search the area —checking both bathrooms, asking your co workers if they had seen them, and triple checking every nook and cranny she could possibly be. That's when it dawned on you, "Oh no.". You stare at the blue circular VoxTech door, the dread in you manifesting itself as a stomach ache.

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"I guess, I just wish mommy spent more time at home," Amelie confesses, her eyes fixated on her lap. "And why doesn't she?" Vox asks, his tone much softer than before. "She always here!" Oh.

Vox winced slightly, before defending himself pridefully "Well, your mother offers to stay overtime so-". Her head tilts, "Whats ova-time?". "Right, your a child," Vox mutters, "Overtime is where you work more to get more money.". "Well why donchu just give her more money any way! That would solve everything! I could get new toys and school and and and-".

Amelies words ring through his mind, her rambling fading off in the background as he contemplates her words. He couldn't just give you more money, hell no... but, maybe instead of overtime you could offer him something else...

Vox's thoughts are cut short but the door slamming open. He whips his head around and sees you running down the aisle yelling "Amelie!". "Mommy!" she yells back happily, hopping off the arm rest and running into your arms. Once you reunite, you lift her up in your arms and hold her tightly, "Please don't run away from me like that again... I was worried sick that my beautiful little girl was gone!. "Okay mommy," Amelie muffles into your chest. "Ahem" Vox interrupts the sincere reunion, his cold gaze falling on you. "Right," you set Amelie down, "Honey, go wait by the door okay?". You hoped that was far enough for her not to here the impending yelling and scolding you were about to receive. Amelie nods and makes her way across the pathway quickly, waiting for you by the door. "Sir I am so-". "Stop," he cuts you off sternly, "Your daughter was in here for the past TWO hours harassing me for cartoons...". "I know and I-". "I'm not finished!" he cuts you off again, "And while it was annoying, to say the least, you're not in trouble.". Your body relaxes at his words, thank God. "But," he begins, "I will need you to find a sitter tonight.". "I think I can make that work," you say, assuming he had you working overtime for free— which sucked but hey, at least you're not fired. "Great," he swivels his large chair back to face his desk, "a limo will be waiting to pick you up outside of your house around 7, don't be late.". Your eyebrows furrow, "I-Im sorry late for what?". "For dinner of course!" he spins his chair back to face you. "Wear something nice,” his smile falters and he cocks an eyebrow at you, his expression skeptical and a bit judgmental, “You do have something nice to wear, right?". "Uh- Yeah. I do-" "Great!" he beams, an exaggerated grin plastered across his screen, "see you then!". "I- Okay?" you hesitantly turn away and make your way to Amelie. What the fuck was that? Amelie reaches for your hand and holds it, "Did I get you in trouble?". "No sweetheart," you look down at her and smile softly, "don't worry about it."

__ You spend your lunch break hanging out with your daughter at the VoxDonalds in the lobby, watching her play with her free Velvette standee that came in her Happy Meal and enjoying the time you had with your daughter. Once you returned to work, you made sure to keep an eye on Amelie. You couldn't risk her running away from you again and earning yourself another migraine.

As you go through the motions of your work day, you find it hard to focus with the lingering thoughts of Vox's proposal. Getting picked up by some random person in a limo and going off to wherever the fuck? Jesus, this sounds like some shit you'd hear on Dateline. You suppose you'll cross that strange bridge when you get to it, for now you have to focus on getting a sitter... and figuring out what to wear. Fuck.

You had totally lied about having something nice to wear. The only things you owned were ill-fitting dresses that you wore before your pregnancy, you doubted they would fit over your changed body. Your work pant suit was the nicest thing you owned at the moment. In your defense, its hard to shop when your taking care of a 4 old and besides, the prices these days were outrages.

You had gotten home at 5:30, giving you only an hour and a half to find a sitter and look presentable for where ever you were going. Thankfully, your sister was able to take care of her for the day and picked Amelie up for a "fun night at Auntie Marie's house" at 6:15. You prayed that Marie would listen to your sugar intake warning and not call you all suprised when Amelie’s bouncing off the walls.

Once you got that out of the way, you were forced to confront your apparel issue. You filtered in an out of your closet for 20 minutes, hoping something new would appear and be perfect for the occasion. But each time you walked back in your closet, you were met with disappointment.

You put the issue aside for now and focus on your hair and makeup. Your hair was lightly curled into subtle waves, cascading down your head beautifully. And while you weren’t exactly a makeup guru, you thought you did pretty damn well with the crappy drugstore brands! And hey, you still have- TEN MINUTES LEFT?! YOU’RE FUCKED!

You sprint to your closet and dip your fingers in between each hanger, praying something would work out. Your hand stops at a classic LBD with lace around the bustier, maybe this will work if you put tights underneath?? Grabbing a pair of shear stockings, you jump into them and throw the dress over your head. Your eyes scan over your body. The once fitting dress was much tighter than you remember, your new curves stretch the fabric and the swell of your breast peaks out of the lace clad bustier. You cover your face in your hands and groan, “I look like such a slut…”.

7:00pm

Honk Honk

The sudden noise draws you away from your anxiety. You turn your head to the side and go to your window. As you push the blinds aside, a sleek navy limo with a voxtech logo appears outside your house. “Shit, shit, shit!” you exclaim, running to slip on a pair of black stilettos and grabbing your purse. Phone, keys, wallet, mace- You’re all set!

You b-line it to your front door and walk out. A chauffeur greets you. “Evening, Ms. L/N,” he grabs the car handle and opens it, his arm extended as a gesture for you to come in. “Oh, thank you,” you smile at the chauffeur and get in, careful to hold your dress in the back so you didn’t flash the poor man.

__

The car ride was 10, maybe 15, minutes from your apartment. Wherever you were going was located in the nice side of the entertainment district, which wasn’t too far from your work. Your eyes were glued to the window as you watched all the glitz and glamour of the posh restaurants, watching as sinners dressed in beautiful and elegant clothing were escorted inside by their much younger looking partners.

For you, this was a glimpse of the life you never had, the life you yearned for in your early years. Though you gawk over the sites, you wouldn’t trade what you had right now for the world— it's fun to pretend to have this life just for a night!

The limo pulls over onto the sidewalk a few blocks over at an elegant ocean themed restaurant. Your in awe at the luxurious building before you before heading in. Once you enter, you walk through an arched hallway made entirely of glass. Encased in the glass were a variety of sea creatures that swam along the archway beside you. You reach your hand out to the glass as you walk, a hell-phin swimming alongside your hand happily. A smile crosses your face before quickly fading as the dolphin swims out of site once the glass archway ends.

You walk up to the hostess and smile, "Hi, I'm meeting a uh- friend- here.". The a pretty succubus demon looks up, the black painted corners of their lips curling as they sees you, "Ah, Ms. L/N! Right this way!". They turn on their heels and walk into the booming restaurant. You follow behind them and admire the elegant high-class demons enjoying their time with their lavish clothes and food. As you look around, you spot Vox up ahead in a corner booth, he doesn't see you yet. His gaze is uninterested and cold, fiddling with the cuffs on his suit with his cyan claws.

The hostess reaches the booth and gestures for you to sit, "Enjoy your dinner you two!". You sit across from him, giving the hostess a polite smile as they hand you a menu, "Thank you.". Vox's ever-present showman grin is plastered on as he's met face to face with you, "Glad you could make it!". "You look," he scans you up and down, his smile twitching slight, "greeeaaat!". You cringe. That was probably the worst reaction you could've imagined, "Thaankss....".

He clears his throat, "Anything on the menu interest you?". "Uhhh," you glance back at the menu, the absurd prices catching your eye. The only thing you could even remotely afford was maybe one non-alcoholic drink. "It's on me!" he waves his menu in the air enticingly. "You don't have to do that," you insist, setting the menu aside. He waves his hand dismissively and chuckles, "Oh, but I do! I invited you so I should be the one to pay. Besides, I know what I pay my employees and well its far too expensive for-". Vox stops mid sentence once he notices your unamused expression, your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes were staring daggers at him. He pulls on his shirt collar awkwardly, "Okay, bad joke.". His elbows rest on the table and he leans forward, putting a stop to the "showman" facade, "I suppose I should just get into why I called you here today. You see, Amelie, told me some interesting things earlier-".

"Oh god," you reach your hand up and bring it up to cover the side of your face, "what did she tell you?". Vox chuckles, "Well, she told me about her "fuckwad" absent father— your words according to her, not mine— and how she isn't enrolled in a school because of your financial situation? Is that correct?".

You're going to have to have a talk with Amelie about "sharing personal info" when you get home, "Uh, well, yes-.". "Good, I have a proposal for you," he sighs deeply, "you see, I work a lot as an overlord and I don't get a lot of, how should I put this? Intimacy.". Your eyes widen, he better not be going where you think he's going with this.

He continues, "And I think we could kill two birds with one stone here, if you were to offer intimate services with me in exchange for money then-". "Ex-fucking-scuse me?!" you yell, drawing the attention of other people around you. Your hand reaches into your bag and holds the mace protectively. You collect yourself for a moment as to not cause a scene, "I-I may be in a rough financial position but if you really want to help you could increase my wages instead of soliciting me like I'm some kind of- hooker!!".

"Five thousand," he states flatly.

"Sorry, what?" "Five. thousand," he repeats "you need this more than me. Think of everything you could do with that money. Amelies education would be paid for, you wouldn't have to work as hard, and you'd be able to spend more time with your daughter.”. Shit. He had a point. You bit your lip as you considered the insane proposal. On one hand, you'd have to have sex with your boss. Gross. On the other hand... you could give Amelie the life she deserves, the life you yearned to give her.

"...Nobody can know," you respond, your tone wavering slightly. "Fine by me, doll" he extends a hand, "so, do we have a deal?". Your trembling hand releases the mace and reaches out to shake his, "Deal.". You really hoped you were making the right decision here. You'd do anything for Amelie, and if this was gonna give her everything you hoped you'd be able to give her, then so be it.

"So, when do these "sessions" start," you ask apprehensively. Vox cocks an eyebrow, "How long do you have the sitter for?". "Until tomorrow afternoon-". "Great," he grins, his posture straightening out confidently, "We'll have dinner then head back to my place, you'll be home before the sitter comes.". "Oh yeah I uhm, I guess that works, out," you weren't expecting it all to happen so soon, but alas, you made a commitment. For Amelie. __ You two spend some time together at dinner, ordering fancy drinks and food and making polite conversation. It wasn't a terrible date (if you could even call it that), but you couldn't help but fear for the night ahead. Never in a million years would you have imagined you'd be having sex with Vox. He wasn't terrible looking, but it was just weird! A chill went down your spine at the thought of your eventual hooking up.

Not to mention the fact that you hadn't had sex since you were pregnant with Amelie. That's four years! You were nervous like a virgin... and honestly a bit insecure over your post-pregnancy body.

Vox pays for the outrageously expensive dinner like it was nothing and guides you outside to where a chauffeur is waiting by the limo. You sit down in the limo and he plops himself right beside you, his large hand grabbing your thigh, rubbing his thumb across it gently.

Your breath hitches slightly as your legs instinctively tighten together. "Relax," he says, his voice low and gravelly, "nothing's going to happen in the limo.". His words did relax you a bit, for now, but the intimacy part of the night was still yet to come. __ Once you arrive at the V-Tower, Vox guides you to his penthouse at the top floor of the tower, his hand resting on the small of your back the whole way. You walk in and are met with a beautifully lavish and techy apartment; floor to ceiling windows, sleek furniture, and, of course, a ton of technology. "Beautiful place," you say softly. "Thanks," he grabs your purse and sets it on the kitchen island. He slowly walks toward you again, stalking toward you like a predator to his prey. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you flush against him. Before you can act, he captures your lips in a kiss. His lips were soft, surprisingly. Instead of having a TV glass-like quality like you assumed it would, his lips were fleshy and tender. Feeling Vox's soft lips pressed against your own, you allow yourself to get lost in the moment, savoring the sensation of you bodies intertwined. He deepens the kiss, his tongue darting out to tease yours. As your tongues slide against each other, your stomach starts to flutter, the heat between your thighs building up. His hands greedily grasp at your hips as he kisses you desperately, holding onto you tightly as if you'd leave if he let you go. He pulls you closer against him, his erection strained against his pants and poking your stomach. As if your hips had a mind of their own, you grind against his throbbing cock. You gasp softly against his lips, your muffled surprise coming out as a moan-like noise.

Vox's cock twitches against your stomach, the movement coming from you causing him to momentarily pause his kisses. His hold on you gets tighter, his voice low and possessive, "Enough, I'm not paying you to fucking tease me. Let's go.". Without another word, he strides off to the bedroom, turning back in the doorway to see still you standing in the kitchen, "What are you doing? Let's go.". His voice is commanding and almost fed-up, like you were just supposed to know to follow him like some puppy dog! You take a deep breath and repeat a soothing mantra that's gotten you through a lot, "For Amelie, for Amelie, for Amelie...". It’ll all be worth it to see her smile… With a sigh, you follow him into the bedroom. Once your in, his hands return to its place on your hips. His figure looms over your smaller one as the two of you stare into each others eyes. It wasn’t exactly romantic, but rather thoughtful. He gave you a desperate look that made you realize, he needed this just as much as you did.

With that, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips tenderly against his, earning a pleased hum from Vox. His eyes were furrowed shut as you kissed, his hands snaking up to your face and kiss you deeper.

Vox broke the kiss with a gasp, his forehead falling forward to rest against yours. His eyes were partially closed, his digital pupils blown wide with need as he stared down at you. You could feel the pounding of your heart against your ribcage, feeling the blood rushing through your veins with a fervor you hadn't felt in a long time.

A sharp cyan claw extends out to your dress, tracing the delicate lace materials along your breast. "Alright," he pats your breast, "off.". "R-right," you stutter, a bit lightheaded from the heated moment the two of you shared.

While he busies himself with taking off his intricately layered suit, you work on undressing yourself. You step out of your heels and peel off your sheer black stockings. As you undress, you can't help but let your eyes wander to Vox's undressed form. He was rather lanky, with lean arms and a slim waist you swore your hand could easily wrap around.

Once your dress was off, the two of you were left in only underwear. The air was tense, and a bit awkward. The two of you just stared at each other like teenage virgins. You fought off a cringe. Vox sighs, "Cmon, don't just stand there. I'm paying good money for this.". Oh fuck him.

You roll your eyes so hard they almost come out of your head. "As you wish, sir," you mutter sarcastically, walking towards the bed. "Don't be a brat," his words punctuated with a light static. He comes up from behind you and bends you over the bed, one hand grabbing your thigh while the other tears a hole in your underwear with his claw. "Hey!" you look back at him, "you could've just taken them off!".

"Relax," he drags his fingers teasingly along your the open slit in your underwear, just barely ghosting your wet sensitive flesh, "I'll buy you a new pair, hell, I'll buy you a hundred.". His claw tears the underwear so that it falls to the floor in pieces, he scoffs at the ripped strips of underwear, "Where did you buy this piece of crap? The dollar store?". "Shut up and get on with it!" you bark at him after the embarrassingly true call out.

"Fine," Vox hooks his claws under his boxers and pulls them down, letting them fall at his feet. He kicks off the boxers somewhere and presses his hard cock against your ass. You whimper quietly at the sensation, earning a smug laugh from Vox. "That's it, Doll," he coos, pulling back for a moment before pushing his tip into you. "Shiit-" you groan out, he wasn't hard to take or anything but fuck that felt good.

He inches himself deeper and deeper until he buries himself into the hilt. Yeah, okay, now he’s getting hard to take. His breathing grows heavy, you turn back and see his disheveled state. You could tell with the way his cock twitched inside you that he was already close.

He makes breif eye contact before pulling his hips back and thrusting into you, "Hnnf...". Shit, you weren't sure you would last longer than he did. You threw your head down onto the mattress as he pounds his cock into you. A coil in your stomach starts to tighten, "Fuck, Vox-".

Your words only serve to drive him further, he slams his hips into you at a punishingly fast pace. His claws dig into the flesh of your hips, his thumb brushing over a stretch mark from your pregnancy. "V-Vox wait-" you moan out, afraid you'll embarrass yourself by cumming so soon. "Shhh," he rubs your back softly with one hand, "don't— fuck— don’t worry...".

Grunts and moans fill the room as he continues to ram his jutting cock inside your wet pussy. You start to become desperate for release, your hips plunging backward to meet his thrusts. His cock twitches inside you, he can feel your walls start to flutter around him.

With one final thrust, the coil in your core snaps. A breathy moan and incoherent babbles escape your lips as you surrender to ecstasy. Your pussy pulsates as you cum, gripping his dick tightly. "Fuck!" he exclaims, slamming into you as he rides out his orgasm. Cum spills out of his cock and into your spent cunt.

The two of you breath heavily for a moment. After a few minutes, he pulls his soft cock out of you and sits on the edge of the bed beside you. "So," he breaks the silence, his voice breathless, "You want me to call the limo or-?". Jeez, no aftercare? No wonder he was lonley.

You get up and stretch your back, glancing at the torn underwear on the floor, "I'm not going in a car commando.". He rolls his eyes, "Fine, stay the night.". Pushing himself off the bed, he walks over to the other side and climbs into the covers. He lays on his side and turns off the light beside him. Did this man really just fuck you and then go night night?

With a frustrated sigh, you climb into the bed and turn over facing opposite him. "I'll have your money in the morning," was the last thing Vox said before drifting off to sleep.

__ You wake up to the sun shining brightly through the floor to ceiling windows. Sleepily, you turn over and see the other side of the bed empty. You sit up and look around, "Vox?". Grabbing a blanket, you wrap it around yourself and look around the apartment. You enter the kitchen and see a stack of cash with a note by your purse. The note read: "Had to leave for work. Here's your money. I'll call you when I need you again.

—Vox"

'How lovely,' you thought to yourself. Hands reach out to grab the wad of cash, your fingers flipping though the money tentatively, "Holy shit.".

__

Guilt wracked you all day. What would people think if they found out? Maybe you should've just stuck it out with your day job...

You arrive home and get showered. A few hours later, Amelie comes home! You thank your sister and exchange goodbyes, being very vague with where you had been all night.

Your thoughts continue to consume you until you see the joy in Amelie's eyes as she opens the gifts you grabbed for her on the way home. She squealed with joy and hugged you tightly, almost making you cry. Just as you suspected earlier, Amelie's smile would make it all worth it.

The rest of the day was spent with just the two of you hanging out, something you hadn't been able to do in ages. Just when you put Amelie down for bed, you get a call from an unknown number, "Hello?" __ AAAA NEW SERIESS LESS GOOO. hope ygs like it more parts will come eventually!! :)

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━ 𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄 : P.6

(Yandere Mafia Husband x Female Reader)

SYNOPSIS: Your husband has been suspicious lately. Going out for days on end, answering suspicious phone calls, being extra clingy when he can... is he cheating on you?

ᴛᴡ: ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜰᴏᴜʟ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀꜰᴀʙ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴇᴛᴄ.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇꜱ, ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴘᴏᴋɪ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, Qᴜᴏᴛᴇᴠ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ.

Р.5 / Р.7

"Leovana Co?" you echoed, almost dumbfounded to hear the name. "Are you talking about that one billionaire company that deals with communication?"

Danny looked like a kid on Christmas. His chest swelled with pride and he held his chin high, looking down at you from the edge of his nose. You noticed the way his eyes glittered. It was the same pride he used to get each time he got a perfect score on his tests in school. His pearly white teeth gleamed when he smiled.

"Yes! As cheesy as this sounds, Leovanna is a place where dreams really do come true. When I started working there, I wasn't anything, but look at me now!"

That wasn't that convincing. From what you can see, Danny acted like a lesser version of himself compared to how he used to be. It was as if all the good stuff was zapped from his body the moment he found a decent job and started getting a good income. Money truly was a game changer and while you weren't one to judge, you couldn't help but see him in a different light when he was acting so, well, snooty.

You didn't understand why he wanted to hire you. Leovana was only founded a couple of years ago yet it rose up the ranks incredibly fast, toppling over any other competition in its path. Frontier, T-Mobile, and even Apple—this new company was devastating to their charts. Just recently they came out with a new phone that had far more data space than most other phones out there, showing off their new and improved features that to you, seemed like it was out of a movie.

It was hard to believe that artificial intelligence was getting so far out there. And Leovana was taking it by force with how far they've thrown themselves into the field.

Though, didn't he understand how suspicious it was to just give job opportunities out of the blue? Yes, you trusted him more than most people, but your gut was telling you that there was something off about the whole ordeal. You couldn't quite place it.

Kieran moved his hand from yours and placed it behind your head on your seat. He seemed to be deep in thought before asking, "I hope you're not going to drop a ball on us and tell us you're the CEO."

Danny snorted. It almost sounded mocking. "Ah, no. I work under the CEO with a team of secretaries. If (Y/N) joined us, she would be working under him too, though I would also be her supervisor."

He raised an eyebrow. Glancing over at him, you noticed the subtle tensing of his jaw. A feather of a muscle in his jaw twitched and he licked his teeth slowly, he looked back at saber. He wasn't looking at Danny as if he was a long lost friend; instead he viewed him to be a nuisance, like a steaming pile of shit on the side of the sidewalk.

It seemed you weren't the only one affected by Danny's rambling. Your stress was most likely rubbing off on Kieran too.

"So you work for the CEO? And you see him regularly?" Kieran asked unblinking. "And that gives you authority to hire whoever you want without repercussions towards the CEO, who is your boss? If it's team his of secretaries, shouldn't he have a say in who you hire?"

Danny was missing all of the social cues. He couldn't sit still, continuing to squirm in his seat, still beaming like the sun. "The CEO is a friend of mine, as well as my employer. He trusts me with hiring, plus, he's far too busy to look into every person who tries to get into such a position. He leaves that work to the people below him."

You rubbed your forehead. All of this was confusing.

Danny continued to blabber. "I mean, Kieran, if you also want to work there, I can look for—"

"No."

Danny was rendered speechless. Kieran raised an eyebrow in response. You wanted to shrivel up and hide.

"O—Oh... apologies, I thought you were interested. Since you were asking so many questions, I suppose I got a little excited."

With how many times you rubbed your face, you wouldn't be surprised if you broke out in the next couple of days because of it.

Taking a deep breath, you forced your hands back to your lap. You had a ton of questions. But where to start with all of them? You wanted to ask about what he wanted, what his goal was, why he was acting so weird, if he truly wasn't working for your father. Half of them were accusatory, but in that moment, you didn't care.

It was always best to start small and then work up to the bigger questions. "...Danny, can you tell me why you're asking me this? Like, what's your goal from all of this, because I don't understand."

He raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Well, I—"

Ring! Ring! Ring!

You paused when Kieran's phone started humming from his pocket. Danny stopped talking and recoiled when Kieran cursed. It was in Russian so the both of you had no clue what he said, but based on the foul scowl he was carrying, it wasn't good.

Of course his phone was ringing now. You couldn't read the screen from how he held the phone, but you could only guess it was another unknown number. A metallic taste formed under your tongue.

Who knows, maybe it was Sam! You wanted to gag and hurl at the thought. Anxiety was at an all new high for you now.

"Do you need to take it?" Danny asked politely, smiling softly.

"Ah... yes. Sorry my Котик, I need to take this. I'll be right back, it won't take me long." His voice was a little snippy. That phone call seemed to make his mood look ten times worse, whatever it was about, whoever it was.

It felt like a punch in the gut. Sure, his phone just HAD to ring, but he also HAD to answer a phone call? When you were stressed as fuck, stuck in an uncomfortable situation, and anxiously sick? He got up before you could protest (not that you had the guts to do so) and walked away from the table to find somewhere more private.

There was a solid lump in the center of your throat. Like a lodged rock from a creak, you felt like you were choking. The light flickered above the table. Turning back around, you let your head fall into your hands. Manners be damned!

Danny was quiet for a little bit. When he did speak, it was a much smaller voice than before.

"...Did I do something?"

"No."

It came out harsher than you intended. Aggravated for Kieran having another phone call, stressed about the situation, and dissociating from the entire planet was a lot to take at once. You did your best to focus on the table. Counting the amount of lines you could see, noting the glossy reflection of the overhead light, and the cool touch of the wood.

You wanted to go home. But now Kieran was off somewhere to talk to who-knows-who! Normally, you wouldn't be bothered being stuck with Danny, but it wasn't like he was the same guy you used to talk to in school. He was now an annoying pest. The said man took a sip of his wine and placed it down. There was a couple of seconds before he spoke again.

"Are you sure? I feel like—"

"I said no, Danny! Do you know what the word 'no' means? Use that big brain of yours and figure it out!" you snapped, turning your glare to him.

He froze. His hands fell into his lap and he pursed his lips.

You felt a tad bit of guilt when you saw his face, but you quickly pushed it down. He was the one sticking his nose where it didn't belong.

You groaned and rubbed at your forehead, swallowing the rock in your throat. The lights were bright, the smell of food was so strong it made you want to gag, and the seat was uncomfortable. The world shifted and you clenched your eyes shut. It was as if someone decided to stuff cotton inside your skull around your brain, making it a soft pillow to rest. But at the same time every detail felt blinding.

Why did you want to cry? It wasn't like you were sad. Rubbing at your eyes, you prayed for the ache behind your eyelids to go away. Danny continued to bounce his leg up and down, making you even more annoyed.

Where is Kieran?

Who is he talking to?

Is it Sam?

"Uhm, (Y/N)..." Danny started, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He was a little naïve, but he wasn't dumb enough to miss you spacing out. He tilted his head when he noticed your blank stare at the table. "Are you okay? Can I talk to you about something?"

Maybe dad was right.

Maybe I'm only meant for business.

What if dad finds me?

Will he force me back?

Danny shuffled in his seat and leaned forward, his brows furrowing ever so slightly in concern. He didn't know what to do. Kieran was the one who always knew how to help you, not him! He debated on poking you or something, but refrained from using his hands to get your attention. "(Y/N)?"

I should at least talk to him, to see what he wants.

Wait, no, that'll just be playing into what they want.

Fuck. What should I do?

Maybe I—

A soft, fragile hand touched yours. You jolted and your eyes snapped open to see Danny tenderly reaching out to you, his fingertips barely brushing your hand out of fear that you didn't want to be touched. He quickly pulled back when he gathered your attention and cleared his throat.

"Sorry. I—uh, I didn't know what to do," he cleared his throat.

"What do you want?"

It was unfair of you to take your anger out on someone who didn't know how to read your thoughts. It was your fault for expecting him too, but hey, if he was so fucking smart, maybe he could learn to read the room!

Danny shuffled in his seat and lowered his head. Danny was always a bit slow when catching up to things and stuff often went over his head, but he always managed to catch up in the end. Based on his reaction now, he finally realized you were upset and Kieran was too. Good. He finally noticed the obvious, even if it took your snapping at him for him to realize.

"Shit. Uhm—I'm sorry... if like, I upset you. I didn't mean to. I'm just," he sucked in a sharp breath, "I don't know what to say. I just... wanted to impress you guys. But I guess I went about it the wrong way."

"You think?"

Danny bit his lip. "Sorry."

He seemed to shrink in his seat and you rolled your eyes.

Danny scratched the back of his neck and glanced around the restaurant. He looked ashamed of something. You were hoping he left the conversation be, but he opened his mouth again. "If you want, I can walk you out to your car."

"I'd rather not," you muttered sourly.

"Okay... do you want—"

"It's fine."

"Why are you acting so mean?" Danny blurted, his tone not as accusatory as the question sounded. He sounded calm, albeit a little hurt and confused, but calm nonetheless. He was never the type to explode.

Your lips zipped shut.

It was easy to forget you weren't kids anymore. There was nothing holding you back from actually having a conversation. You found it easier to tell Danny what you were thinking compared to anyone else, maybe because he's known you for such a long time, or maybe it was because his parents were also pieces of shit. Even if that also meant being a complete dick to him.

It came back again, that spark of guilt. It wasn't smothered this time. Instead it was fueled by your overwhelming senses and you bit the edge of your tongue.

"I..."

"What did I do to make you act like I'm the worst human being to exist?" Danny asked, his lips pulling into a soft frown. "You're treating me like I'm gum you just stepped on."

What?! No you weren't! You were treating him the same way he treated you the entire outing. Defiance raged through your body.

"Well, the entire time you were looking down on us—"

"Really? And you knew this how?" he asked, his voice tightening. Now he was getting a little angry. He was starting to understand what you were thinking, little by little, based off the small bits of info you were giving him. "Because you assumed? You guessed?"

Just like you, he had every right to be upset, especially since you just lashed out at him after a genuine apology. You just assumed the worst. Off of what evidence? Your gut? Ha, as if that's evidence! Half the time, your gut is just your brain trying to avoid situations that make you uncomfortable. Your gut was telling you Kieran was cheating on you, your gut was telling you that you were a bad wife, your gut was telling you that you didn't deserve happiness.

What the hell did your gut know?

Danny slid out of his seat and smoothed out the wrinkles in his suit. The silence was loud. You knew you should have apologized, for snapping at him, for taking out all your frustrations on him, but you stayed silent. You smothered your guilt until it was buried underneath you.

It was fine. Everything was fine. It wasn't like you were in the wrong, he was the one who made rude comments throughout the entire time they were sitting down. Just because he apologized for his bad behavior didn't mean you had to accept it.

"Here's my card with my personal number on the back. Call me if you want to talk again, (Y/N). I'll pay for your everything up front and I hope you have a good rest of your day."

There was nothing you could say. He placed the card next to your phone and left. Just like that, he was gone, and you were stuck with by yourself. The waitress didn't come over to ask anything if she saw you slump down further into your seat. Maybe she was avoiding you because of the heavy scowl you had on your face.

You don't know how long you sat there by yourself.

All you could think about was your parents. While Kieran worried you a lot, there were some things that made your entire body turn cold. Danny mentioned that he didn't take any ideas from your father and he wasn't working for him, but when it came down to your parents, you hated knowing that they could pretty much persuade anyone if they put their mind to it.

The mention of Dominic left your throat tight. He was a mastermind, cruel, and someone you wouldn't even touch with a ten foot pole. He had to be planting seeds of information and ideas into your father's head if your father was brave enough to call one of your old friends from school.

If they want me to come back into the family again, that means they're up to something devious. There was nothing else it could be. It wasn't like your family enjoyed your presence or liked you at all, so believing they had a random change of heart was a possibility that had to be thrown out the window. Let's say even if they did, you wouldn't have forgiven them for all the things they did.

Dominic had a lot of power. Enough power to make anyone think twice, even Danny, and that alone made you anxious.

When you were younger, any interactions you had with Dominic was limited. He was your cousin but he never attended any family gatherings unless your father was also in attendance. The times he talked to you were the times he was stuck inside a room with you alone, whether it be waiting to talk to your father, or he was left unattended in the manor.

Your nails picked at your skin. What was your father thinking? He brought up an arranged marriage to Danny, but why? Was he hoping you got married to him instead? It left a bitter taste in your mouth. Danny was handsome but not husband material, not for you at least.

God, Danny. Maybe you did mess up? He was right, you guessed what he was thinking and assumed everything, but wasn't he the one giving social cues that he was thinking that? Sure, he apologized, but you couldn't read minds. It wasn't like you knew that apology was sincere or not.

Wasn't it his fault?

Danny was the one acting like your father, not you.

Maybe that was where all of your annoyance stemmed from. Danny's blue tie, his position in work, where they sat; it reminded you far too much of your father for your liking. Even if the two of them were completely different men in both personalities and looks.

"Fuck," you whimpered, head falling into your hands. You wished you could go back in time and redid things with your family differently, maybe then they'd leave you alone.

"Котик, I'm back. Sorry that took me a moment, I..."

Kieran trailed off when he came back from his phone call. Tired and a tad bit sluggish, he looked around and brushed down his clothes. Bits of his hair were sticking out in odd angles.

"Where's Danny? Did he go to the bathroo—"

You shoved up from the table. Every thought was spinning inside your head over and over again. But mostly, you were angry. Angry at Kieran, angry at Danny, angry at your father. Your fingers brushed at your throat to soothe the painful knot there.

"Let's go home," you hissed, grabbing his wallet and slapping a tip down on the table. "Danny said he paid for us up front."

Kieran's eyes hardened. You weren't in the mood to play the "guess what he's thinking" game in that moment, so you stomped past him to head for the front doors. He didn't say anything and you were glad that he also wasn't in the mood to ask about what was making you so upset. It wasn't like you knew either.

The waitress smiled ear to ear when she saw the two of you leaving. Saying something about coming back, you ignored her and beelined for the door. Home. Fuck, all you wanted to do was get home.

The cold clawed at your skin the moment you stepped outside and stomped back to the car. It was amazing how someone's feelings could change so fast. One moment you were walking inside the restaurant with a hopeful smile, the next you were walking out with a bitter frown.

By default, you started thinking about what Kieran was possibly thinking. He was in a worse state now than he was earlier because of his phone call. There were only a certain handful of theories you could go through before you started to sound delirious.

What did the person on the other side tell him that made him so annoyed? Did it have something to do with the messages you saw on his computer between him and Sam? You hugged yourself tighter against the cold wind.

The cut on his face and busted knuckles flashed to the forefront of your mind. Maybe the phone call had to do with that? You didn't want to think about him being in debt or in some gang.

I'm going to have to snoop, aren't I? Every day was another day you were getting closer to giving up on being polite. If his privacy was the reason he was coming home cut up and late, you didn't give a shit about what he wanted. You had to make sure he wasn't being stupid or in a dangerous situation alone.

The car door slammed behind you. Kieran slipped in and turned the ignition. It roared to life and he messed with the controls up front.

The car was dead silent except for the pitter patter of icy rain falling from the sky, the hum of heat blasting through the vents, and the squeaking of leather when you shifted in your seat. Kieran inhaled and his hands flexed out on the steering wheel.

You didn't know what to say and if you had to be honest, you didn't want to speak. You enjoyed the silence.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Fucking hell. Again? Wouldn't you ever get a break from that noise? It was one thing after the other at this point!

His phone buzzed in his pocket for the umpteenth time that week. The lump in your throat formed at the sound, as if a phone was about to break that small thread of will you had left to not cry in the car. Kieran started grumbling under his breath, making your headache worse

It was just your luck that his phone started ringing again the moment you wished for it to stay quiet. You were starting to believe that you weren't allowed to have a peaceful life, not even a single moment where you were allowed to unwind.

"Hey... can you not answer it right now?" you asked weakly.

Kieran didn't hear, his head so stuck above the clouds in his own little world to think about reality. He took his phone out and read the screen. You caught a glimpse of unknown numbers. You sighed.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Sorry," he responded absentmindedly. His eyebrows were furrowed in a specific way that cause a worried crinkle on his forehead, his eyes lidded in annoyance. "чего они хотят сейчас?"

"Kieran."

He didn't respond, his thumb hovering over the answer button. The patience you felt thinning throughout the entire day snapped.

"Kieran!"

He flinched. At the speed of light, his head whipped around to face you, eyes wide as saucer places. The ringing phone in his hand stopped when he failed to answer it on time, leaving the car in tense silence. He looked like he just got slapped.

A guttural sigh ripped through your throat. Fuck. You didn't mean to raise your voice, or maybe you did, you didn't know what you meant anymore. Your brain was messy and staticky. Like someone just rubbed a balloon and kept shocking your brain over and over again.

"Just—can you not answer the phone for one fucking day?" you rubbed your face and hunched in the seat, voice cracking. "That's all I ask. One day. I just want to go home and lay down, okay? No phone calls, no shitty networks on TV, no conversations. Can't we just lay down without any fucking distractions?"

He was quiet. Blood rushed to your ears and any feeling seemed to leave your fingertips as you wrung them together. All you wanted was to lay down with him and sleep. You were tired, your brain was tired, and the ache in your heart was a craving to be held. It was an odd feeling; too tired to cry, yet too emotional to do anything.

"I..." Kieran fumbled, obviously at a loss of words, but shifted in his seat to move his hand to yours. You never yelled and he was stunned to be at the end of it. His head spun in circles before he managed to figure out what to say next without upsetting you. "Yes. We can go home and lay down."

"Promise me, Kieran. Please."

There was a pause. You heard a sharp inhale and then a tight, "I promise."

You should have left it be. That alone was enough, there was no reason for you to ask for more reassurance, but you did. Of course you did. Because who were you without the constant need for reassurance over every single thing? The only reason you felt special was because you were always wanting him to reassure you that you were. You blamed it on the emotions that coursed through your head like veins of poison.

"And you won't answer the phone?" you whispered, so quiet you almost thought he couldn't hear you. "Even if someone calls you, you won't answer it? Promise me you won't answer it."

His hand squeezed tighter. Dragging your fingers to his lips, he pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles and then to your palm, then your fingertips. He whispered a promise to not do it again. But by the time his phone rang for a second time in a row, he glanced over at his phone, and cursed. He didn't answer it but a single glance told you that just like before, it wasn't a promise he could make.

Your ribs punctured your heart. Sighing, you took your hand away from his and pressed your cheek against the window.

Again, you expected too much.

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[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest Pop-Up: Birthday Boy Prompts: Gift, 21

Summary: Every year for his birthday, Eddie gets a special gift. When they stop coming, he feels an unexpected way about it.

Word Count: 1502

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: No Upside Down AU, Friendship, Angst, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Unseen Character Death

Notes: Thanks to @corrodedcoffinfest for another fantastic pop-up. I’m glad to be able to get back into these. I missed one and it was like I was missing a part of myself.

This entry is one that doesn’t make the most sense, logically, to a canon Eddie. But, like many other things, this is incredibly personal and something I’ve been wanting to write for a while. So I’m using this prompt as an excuse to do it for myself. It’s not my exact story, but it’s taking from both of my grandmothers. Nonna, who spoke English very well but couldn’t read or write it. And Babcia, who knew no English and I, of course, knew no polish. Still, she wrote novels in all of her cards to me. And my piece of shit father always refused to translate them. Eddie, you deserve all the love of a dearest grandparent, so I’m loaning you some of mine.

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Enjoy!

He doesn’t know why he cares.

There are plenty of other things to think about today; it is his 21st birthday, after all.

But there are some things you just take for granted when you’re younger, and when they suddenly aren’t there anymore, you can’t help but realize the mistake you made. Hindsight is 20/20 and all that shit.

He used to only care about the crisp $20 bill that was tucked into the cards. A fresh note, straight from the bank. Used to buy toys, then candy, then books, then records. For birthdays and christmases and Easters.

Eventually he paid attention to the cards themselves. Pretty things with cartoons and pictures and, on birthdays, the numbers coinciding with the age he achieved. There were inscriptions inside, lengthy passages in fancy handwriting that he couldn’t read.

Not because they were illegible. He simply could not read them.

Dniu Urozdin. Wesołych Świąt.

Paragraphs upon paragraphs of words. And he wasn’t sure what they meant. Or the emotion that he was supposed to feel reading them.

“But who are they from?” He asked Wayne once when he was finally old enough for curiosity to spark.

“Your grandma,” was the simple response. But he knew no grandma, beyond old Nana Munson who passed right after his mom did. “I’ve told you that before.”

There was no return address for him to send a letter back to, no telephone number for him to call. Just a simple ���Kocham cie, Busia” at the bottom of the novel his supposed-grandma wrote.

“Buss-ee-ah,” he pronounced slowly, and then looked to his uncle again. It felt wrong on his tongue. Not only in English but somehow also whatever that language was. He felt it in his gut. “Is that her name?”

Wayne scratched his chin, and looked at him sadly, then explained that he had only met Elizabeth’s mother once. Twice, at most? A small, elderly woman who spoke English very well—if accented—but apparently couldn’t write it much. He couldn’t remember her name or address or anything that would be useful in contacting her.

Of course, Al would have been some kind of help, but a long lost grandmother wasn’t exactly the first—or last—thought on any of their minds when the eldest Munson deigned to come to town.

”I’m sorry Ed,” Wayne whispered and mashed a hand on top of Eddie’s buzzed curls. “Maybe one day she’ll put her phone number in.”

Of course, by that time Eddie had developed some degree of self-loathing, and he chalked it up to a grandma who felt obligated enough to send a card, but didn’t care enough to really want to know her only grandson.

That’s when the cards started getting put away. In a drawer. Out of sight, out of mind til the next one came. Then the $20 bill would be slid into a wallet and the card would join the rest.

“Thanks Busia,” Eddie would whisper and offer a stiff and sarcastic salute as he slid the drawer closed. It never really felt right, but his hardened heart couldn’t care much more than that.

Jeff had seen them once, the stack of cards in his nightstand. He’d stayed the night and had been snooping.

“What’re these?” He asked, a laugh partially escaping from his mouth. A dozen greeting cards with illegible stories inside.

“They’re my lore,” Eddie explained, only slightly sarcastically. “I just haven’t leveled up enough to read them yet.”

“Guess you need to find a better DM,” Jeff joked back. He took one more look at the gently written closing, then slid it back into its home.

More time passed, more $20 bills spent.

But now, it was Eddie’s 21st birthday. Nothing in the mailbox. Nothing waiting for him on the counter amidst the bills and circulars. Nothing.

He didn’t think much of it at first. Distantly, during lunch, he wondered if the snowstorm that had blown through the previous week had delayed the mail at all. Because Busia’s cards always came through on time. Always.

So that had to be it.

And he tried to make excuses. Because it was just a card. Just a $20 bill. They weren't important; he didn't know why he cared.

Beer was drunk, weed was smoked, fun was had with his friends, who gifted him with new cassettes and a leather-bound notebook for him to write his stories.

But the next day, the only birthday gift waiting for him was a hangover.

Nothing the next day. Or the next.

“Nothing for me?” He asked Wayne anxiously a week after his special day.

And Wayne knew what it was he was asking for, even though he hadn’t said it aloud.

A hand was clamped down on his shoulder.

“She was old,” Wayne whispered. “Same age as Nana Munson, I’ll bet.”

The words rang in Eddie’s ears, an uncomfortable ringing, even as Wayne tried to blame the lack of a card of forgetfulness.

Because there had been a Christmas Card. And Eddie’s birthday had only been a month later. She wouldn’t have forgotten. Not after she’d sent one for almost two whole decades.

He sat at home late that night, in the dim light of his bedroom, trying to decipher something from those cards. Some kind of hint that Busia would excuse the lack of a birthday card. Maybe in a language he didn't understand, she would explain that she was having surgery or going on a trip, and that her birthday gift would be late this year.

Deep down, as he saw her beautiful handwriting get messier as the years went by, he knew why there was no card.

And he sat there every night, for days, amidst the only thing he had from his grandmother, mourning something that he never really had at all.

Jeff stopped by on the third day, backpack clutched in his hand, and he pulled the comforter off of his supposedly sleeping friend.

"Wake up! Come on, we've got character sheets to write! Gah, it smells like stale Cheetos and farts in here." Jeff laughed, then stopped, as he spotted the stack of cards beside Eddie's supine form. "Oh no."

"I'm feeling human feelings, Jeffy," Eddie groaned and curled up on his side. "Avert your eyes."

Jeff huffed a sigh and plopped down on the edge of the bed. "If anyone knows how many human feelings you have, Ed, it's me."

He tried to reach for one of the cards and Eddie had the audacity to hiss at him.

"What if I said I had a present for you?"

Of course, that piqued the older boy's interest.

Jeff heaved his backpack over his shoulder and rooted through it, searching for small object that he'd been keeping for a while.

"I've had it for a while," he explained. "I didn't want to...listen Ed I know how much you keep things close to the chest sometimes. But Timmy Kaminski was my lab partner last year, before we graduated. I recognized something in that one Christmas card. He calls his grandma 'Busia' too."

Eddie groaned and ran a hand over his face.

"I don't call her Busia," Eddie scoffed. "I don't call her anything. I don't even have a grand--"

But Jeff shoved a book in Eddie's face. A small yellow paperback thing, edges a little worn from being tossed around Jeff's backpack, but otherwise relatively new.

Polish to English Dictionary.

Eddie hesitantly took the book from Jeff and stared at it.

"I'm not gonna pry," Jeff said softly. "But obviously...obviously something upset you. Because of these cards. And last time...last time they upset you, you said that you hadn't leveled up enough to know what they said yet. So I decided I would take over as DM...and Level 21 is enough to start unlocking basic translation as a skill."

"But--"

"You know enough Klingon and Sindarin, you might as well learn what your god damn birthday cards say! I'll even help you, damn it!"

Jeff stared at Eddie expectantly.

And Eddie felt the pit that had formed in his stomach over the past few days begin to close a bit.

There was a pang in his chest as he sat up and stared at all the cards surrounding him. The little yellow book might as well have been made of gold, how much it suddenly meant to him.

"Thanks Jeff," he muttered, holding back tears.

"Of course, man," the younger boy nodded and patted a hand on his shoulder. "And if you ever...ever want to talk...you know I'm here. God knows I've talked your ear off plenty."

"Yeah you have," Eddie snarked, earning a scoff.

He was about to pick up a card, ready to begin the slow process of translating it.

However, an idea struck him, and he began flipping through the book.

Not an idea. Words. Simple words that he'd read over and over for years, let alone the last few days.

He reached the page, and he felt his heart grow.

Kocham cie. I love you.

*a handful of cards I had gotten over the years. I (proxied by my mother when I was too young to know) kept them all. The oldest card I have is from my first birthday in 1995. I hope she knows how loved they are.

[leifygreeens]

bench me ????? is this about our pretty lil gym boy ????

Ah, yes, the wip about our pretty lil' gym boy and a certain lil' :)) emo boy :)))

“You couldn’t stay at Haley’s or something?” Sebastian asks, peering down at Alex from over his mug. It’s the kind of look that Alex would’ve gotten into a fight over, once upon a time, but he’s older, and tired, and cold, and his back hurts. “What, did Emily not want you and her sister alone under the same roof?”

Alex looks up at Sebastian, immediately confused. “What? No, why would you think that?”

Sebastian scoffs as he leans against the doorframe with his stupid mug. “Oh please, it’s not like you two are subtle. You should rip the bandaid off already; anyone can tell she wants you to fuck her stupid.”

Alex is on his feet, nostrils flared as he grabs Sebastian’s shirt collar and gets up in his face. Sebastian grunts as his back hits the doorframe, his obnoxiously black coffee sloshing over the lip of his mug. It’s a miracle he doesn’t drop it.

Alex doesn’t break eye contact once, even when he sees pain flicker across Sebastian’s face.

“Get the fuck off of me,” Sebastian spits, still trying to be quiet even as he struggles to shove Alex off with his free hand. Alex holds his breath. A molten satisfaction simmers just beneath the rage he feels on Haley’s behalf.

“Take it back,” Alex snaps.

“What, you gonna punch me or something?” Sebastian laughs meanly, voice tight with exertion—his teeth glint like blades in the dim hallway. “Are you seriously mad that I can see through your stupid little charade?”

“I don’t care what you think. Haley is my best friend.” Alex shoves his full weight against Sebastian, pinning him to the wall completely, and Sebastian’s eyes go very, very wide. “If I ever hear you talk about her like that again, I will lay you the fuck out.”

Sebastian laughs, digs his nails into the cotton of Alex’s sleeve. He’s stretching the fibers and probably ruining it, but Alex doesn’t budge.

“You’re getting pretty testy over your not-girlfriend.”

“You act like you know everything, but you’re not as sharp as you think.” Alex grits his teeth. “Haley deserves better than some bitter bastard like you shit-talking her just to set me off. Take. It. Back.”

[lucy---lou]

Part 8 Lucys-hdg-story

I wake up to somebody saying something. I grumpily get up.

"Why the FUCK are you in my hab?!"

"Your hab Ai told me to check on you", Miss Duralis said in a gentle tone.

"Habi, I didn't tell you to call anyone, why is Miss Duralis here!"

"Cutie, you didn't eat any lunch or dinner and fell asleep playing video games, also you ignored Ellies and Miss Duralis's messages. And ignored me telling you to go to bed else I'll call somebody", Habi says with more empathy than you would expect from an Ai.

"Ah fuck, that checks"

"Little one, why did you ignore your need to eat and sleep to play video games", Miss Duralis say in a stern voice.

"To burry those thoughts in my head"

"Lucy what thoughts are you trying to avoid"

"I won't tell you"

"I'm sorry but you have to"

"No fuck off"

"Well then I have no other option"

I feel a prick and somethings changing in my mind. Fuck she drugged me. How does she get here vine here without me noticing.

"I'll ask you again kitten. Why did you try to escape your thoughts"

"I don't like the direction my thoughts are heading and I would've hurt myself to avoid them but you affini watch my any fucking move"

"I'll ignore the last part for now. What were you thinking about"

"How you two make my heart flutter all the time, how I like being called kitten, how I like the pets you give me and I want to cuddle Ellie more. No I didn't want to say that. Why am I still talking what did you do to me?", I blurt out and out of breath afterwards.

"Aww thats really cute of you. I'm sorry it troubles you so much to accept what you like. I gave you some Class-D so you can't lie to yourself and a little Class-E so you don't have a panic attack from telling me everything. Since you're awake again would you like some breakfast."

"N-Nnnn Yes please Miss Duralis, an omelette please", I hold me hands in front of my mouth to keep myself from talking, "This is really mean and kinda hot. No Lucy stop that", great I'm blushing again.

"Sure thing little kitten. Follow me to the kitchen please, or do you want to be carried"

"Carried please, NO-oo, pleaaaseeee"

"You are unbelievably cute like this"

I'm picked up and carried over. All the while I'm being petted. Miss Duralis looks down at me with a smile.

"Are you enjoying it kitten?"

"Yes Miss Duralis please don't stop"

The omelette is quickly made and placed in front of me. And I stare at it a bit.

"Lucy you can eat you don't have to wait or is there something else on your mind"

"Oh e-em yeah em, I felt really lonely when I left you hab. Something just felt lost"

"Aww well if you want, you don't have to feel lonely. Do you want to cuddle and play games with Ellie after breakfast and after you clean yourself"

"Yes!", I chrip. Shit I'm doomed to be her floret with whatever she gave me.

"Well then eat up and then we can get going"

The rest of the meal went alright with a few chats but nothing I wouldn't have said without the xenodrugs. I feel them wear of and I manged to convince Miss Duralis that I can clean myself. Afterwards we're off to her hab again. And I'm excited even if the worries are creeping back.

[hplonesomeart]

Hey. Sorry about the inactivity, but pretty sure no one cared that much anyways lol. Been a looooong time since I kept that distant from Tumblr…at least now I know I’m able to survive without checking posts every day/being chronically online! I’ve got an intense love-hate relationship with this lifestyle I’ve dug myself into. Think I’m getting a little bit better with the balance even if school isn’t really giving me an option. Got a load of work I need to keep catching up on if I don’t want to disappoint my professors. We’ll survive somehow. Here take a quick batch of Puzzle doodles k bye

[fumifooms]

dude your marchil crumbs are so so good, i LOVE it all, i've been obsessed with this ship for months, you are a godsend. have a nice day!

🥺 Thank you, that’s always nice to hear…! Especially since today… Is my birthday!! 🥳🥳🎉 Here’s to my upcoming uhh year 3 of marchil brainrot! I’m hoping to finish my Marcille & Chilchuck arc analysis aka my marchil meta magnum opus this month, and after that well I always have some marchil post outlines and memes and fanfics and fanarts in the works lol.

Ah, and this ask made me start preparing for Marchil March! The week format of last year worked well, but I was wondering if doing a month format would be good… In the end, I feel like it could stay a week format where every day has two prompts, but then as a sort of expansion of the event there’s also a prompt table for the whole month with one prompt per day, and it’s just there’s less attention and emphasis put on it? Marchil March+ the expansion pack. Marchiler March even. Marchil Marchil mayhaps.

Reorganizing my wall and doing tetris with my tapestries still feels like too much work rn but for the occasion I rearranged my marchil shrine, under its Senshi angel 💖🫶

The bluray bonus tapestry is sooo big like that’s not a purse itabag that’s a BACKPACK! My hand looks tiny next to it… Also the blushing looks more intense irl lol. Ignore Jade Leech and the several Chainsaw Men on the side lmao. Eventually it might be fun for me to print out my favorite marchil manga moments and do a collage with them to paste on my wall…

Oh! And while I’m here I’ve been meaning to link my kofi somewhere for a bit, for if anyone wants to give me a little something and tip me for all the meta, fanfic and fanart I make! That’s all, happy marchilling everyone that’s my bday wish 🫶

[musubiki]

love the idea that for big gift events like limes birthday/christmas/valentines day, lime just has a MASS of gifts from all the girls at school who like him, and then while hes opening them up mochi is RIGHT THERE getting first dibs at the stuff he doesnt want

[twinknote]

i have a feeling my mom (who has acted extremely upset + sympathetic about me sweating profusely in my shitty 80+ degree room) is going to tell me that they can’t help me replace my 20+ year old ac unit for $250, even tho they are about to pay Thousands of dollars to replace their central ac bc clearly her needs are more important than mine (when one of my worst and most impactful symptoms is heat intolerance, which makes me dehydrated and even more dizzy and fatigued and i’ve been getting dehydration headaches even tho i’m drinking almost a gallon a day)

[rainingincale]

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[theflyingfeeling]

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[some-pers0n]

i never watched arcane cos of the transmisogynistic joke in like episode 1 is it any good after that

There's a transmisogynistic joke in there? Damn that stinks. Anywho, I'd say Arcane is pretty good all around. It's really quite fun and has excellent animation and style as well as an interesting story with fun and dynamic characters. Personally I'm going on a bit of a hater arc unfortunately due to me not really being too pleased with the second season, but overall I think it's worth your time.

[spinecurlingmice]

okay more on hajime's underwear. . in a world where all the fte's are canon for everybody and not just a gameplay thing, do you think everybody on the island made it like. a bet or something. every single person he's became close with on this fucking island gave him their panties as a token of closeness, so like are they waiting for him to reciprocate?? the one person he gives his underwear to is like. the Chosen hajime person and they get to gloat ? do they ask.