#And if he could get away with it he would so put the kids under the crutio for a bit as well

[rue-isabelle]

Aphrodite of Formula 1

Yn had never imagined working as Toto’s personal assistant would put her in the spotlight. Her days were filled with managing schedules, coordinating meetings, and ensuring the smooth running of the Mercedes team. She loved her job—it was busy yet calm, a perfect balance for her. But what she didn’t realize was how much her presence had captivated the entire Formula 1 paddock.

She was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t just her looks. Yn was gentle, intelligent, and kindhearted, with an easygoing demeanor that made her magnetic to everyone she met. Her ability to handle pressure while keeping a warm smile never went unnoticed—especially by the drivers.

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Charles and Alexandra

Charles leaned against the wall of the Mercedes hospitality, watching Yn chat animatedly with Toto. His lips curved into a soft smile as he took in her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled with genuine interest in every conversation.

Alexandra stood nearby, fuming. “I don’t get it,” she muttered under her breath.

“What’s that?” Charles asked, not looking at her.

Alexandra crossed her arms. “What’s so special about her? She’s just… Toto’s assistant.”

Charles finally turned to face her, his smile gone. “Don’t talk about Yn like that.” His tone was sharp, protective.

Alexandra blinked in surprise. “I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m just saying—”

“She’s kind, she’s smart, and she doesn’t need to try. She’s perfect just the way she is. She isnt.tge one.getting jealous about every tiny thing. And to be honest, she is a better person than you will ever be. At least she doesn't use me for fame and my name. She would never be a gold digger and has never done anything to you. You are the one acting fragile and shy, while we both know you are just jealous. Yn has always been a sweetheart to you and i wont let you talk liek that to her.” Charles said firmly.

Alexandra felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She had tried everything to mimic Yn’s effortless grace, from her style to her mannerisms, but it only made her feel more inadequate. The problem was that she didn't have Yn big heart and good soul.

Charles sighed and walked away, disappointed to call her his girlfriend, leaving Alexandra standing there, humiliated. Her cheeks were a deep shade of red. Some people nearby were giving her dirty looks. She glanced back at Yn, who was now walking towards the drivers’ paddock, blissfully unaware of the tension she had caused.

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Carlos and Rebecca

Rebecca wasn’t blind. She could see the way Carlos’s eyes followed Yn every time she entered the room. He would light up like a kid in a candy store, his usually suave demeanor crumbling into something boyish and endearing. Sometimes, he would even beg his cousin to take a picture of Yn, just so he could see her every day. She was his wallpaper on his phone after all.

“Carlos,” Rebecca said one evening as they sat in their hotel room.

“Hmm?” he murmured distractedly, scrolling through his phone, looking at Yn Instagram. Oh, how he wished to be there right now. He was the one sending her flowers every week, paying her rent, and sending her random gifts.

“You’re in love with Yn, aren’t you?”

Carlos froze, his thumb hovering over the screen. “What? No! I mean… she’s great, but—”

Rebecca laughed softly, cutting him off. “It’s okay. I get it.”

Carlos looked at her, guilt written all over his face. “Rebecca, I—”

She shook her head. “Honestly, I don’t blame you. Yn is… amazing.” Her voice softened as she spoke.

Rebecca’s thoughts drifted for a moment, imagining herself with Yn, walking down an aisle, just the two of them in some intimate, fairy-tale wedding. She could see it in front of her, their beach house in Malibu. They would go shopping every day, she would dress Yn in the finest clothes. She could imagine Yn pregnant, carrying their child. She would kiss her breathless, lead her into their bedroom and...

She snapped back to reality and cleared her throat. “I’m not mad. I just wish…”

“Wish what?” Carlos asked cautiously.

Rebecca didn’t answer. Instead, she turned away, her mind swirling with thoughts of Yn’s gentle smile. Oh, how she wished to finally leave Carlos. She played often with the thought about breaking up with Carlos and running away. Oh, what a beautiful dream, a life without Carlos obsession over Yn, while she obsesses over her.

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Max and Kelly

Max was leaning against the Red Bull garage, trying—and failing—to look casual as Yn walked by. Kelly noticed the way his entire demeanor changed when Yn was around. It was infuriating.

“Max,” Kelly said sharply.

He tore his gaze away from Yn and looked at Kelly. “What?”

“You’re staring at her again.”

Max frowned. “I wasn’t—”

“You were.” Kelly’s voice was bitter. “You act like she’s the only person in the world when she’s here.”

“She’s nice,” Max said defensively. “And she works hard. What’s wrong with that?”

Kelly scoffed. “You’re obsessed with her. Everyone is.”

Max didn’t deny it. Instead, he looked back towards Yn, who was now chatting with George and Oscar. “It’s not like she’s trying to get anyone’s attention. That’s what makes her… different.”

Better, was what he was thinking. There were so many moments where Max knew Kelly was just using him for his fame and that he could be a father to Penelope. He told everyone the age difference didn't matter, but it did. He felt like he was in a relationship with his own mother.

Kelly’s jealousy bubbled over, but she bit her tongue, knowing any outburst would only make Max more defensive. Oh, how she wanted that little disease called Yn to vanish forever from her life.

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Oscar and Lily

Oscar was shy by nature, and his crush on Yn only amplified it. He could barely string a sentence together when she was around, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red whenever she smiled at him.

“You should talk to her,” Lily said encouragingly.

Oscar shook his head furiously. “I can’t. What would I even say?”

“Anything! Just be yourself,” Lily said with a laugh. “She’d probably find it adorable.”

Oscar groaned. “Lily, she’s way out of my league.”

“Everyone feels that way about her,” Lily said, rolling her eyes. “But she doesn’t act like it. That’s why everyone loves her. Including me, by the way.”

Oscar’s eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

Lily grinned. “What? I can’t appreciate Yn too?”

---

George and Carmen

Carmen adored Yn like a little sister. She often invited her to lunch, bought her small gifts, and even shared personal stories about her relationship with George.

“She’s like family,” Carmen said one evening as she and George prepared for a gala.

George forced a smile, adjusting his tie in the mirror. “Yeah… family.”

Carmen didn’t notice the wistful look in his eyes or the way he always seemed to find excuses to spend more time with Yn. The way he always had to walk up those stairs behind her, to make sure she didn't trip (and to admire her ass). Or his need to always show her how to do every training workout right (imaging her sweaty skin underneath his rough palm for a different scenario)

“You should invite Yn to the gala,” Carmen suggested. “I think she’d enjoy it.”

George’s heart skipped a beat. “You think so?”

“Of course! I’ll text her now,” Carmen said cheerfully. Oh, how excited she was to see her baby again. Her beautiful innocent angle.

George nodded, hiding the turmoil inside. He loved Carmen deeply, but Yn… Yn had a way of making the world seem brighter.

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Pierre and Kika

Kika and Pierre didn’t hide their admiration for Yn. They often joked about being in a polyamorous relationship with her, though there was a hint of seriousness in their laughter.

“She’s perfect,” Kika said one evening as they lounged in their hotel room.

Pierre grinned. “I know. But don’t get any ideas—she’s mine.”

Kika raised an eyebrow. “Yours? I don’t think so. If anything, she’d pick me.” Deep down, she wished Yn would pick them over anything.

Pierre laughed, shaking his head. “We’ll see about that.” Hoping, to one day call this woman their wife.

Despite their playful rivalry, they both knew Yn was oblivious to their feelings—and to everyone else’s, for that matter.

They didn't need to talk about the things they imagined doing with her. If it could just be easier.

---

Yn hummed to herself as she sorted through some paperwork in Toto’s office. She loved the quiet moments when she could focus on her tasks, unaware of the chaos she caused outside her bubble.

When Toto walked in, he raised an eyebrow. “You’re always so calm. It’s impressive, considering how much you have to deal with.”

Yn smiled. “I like keeping busy. It makes the day go by faster.”

Toto chuckled. “You’re something else, Yn. Don’t ever change.”

She didn’t notice the knowing look Toto gave her or the way the drivers seemed to hover outside the door, hoping for a chance to talk to her. To Yn, it was just another day at work—a job she genuinely loved, with people she genuinely cared about.

Little did she know, the entire grid worshipped her.

Part 2. Part 3

[innerfare]

Arm Wrestling 

Summary: How do they arm wrestle with you?

Characters: Luffy, Usopp, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid. All parings are gender neutral except for Sanji’s, whose pairing is female.

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Luffy: 

He was trained by the best (Red-Haired Shanks), so he’s obviously going to cheat. His sense of justice goes out the window when you place your hand in his. Each time you almost get him down, he’ll stretch his arm to circumvent you or reach his other around to tickle your ribs. It’s like wrestling jello. 

Usopp: 

Whether he actually cheated is definitely up in the air. He knows you could physically overpower him, but he’s used to dealing with that. He starts talking before you even sit down to arm wrestle, so that by the time you do, you have it in your head he’s the most accomplished arm wrestler on his home island and there’s no chance of beating him. 

Zoro: 

Definitely drunk when he falls into the seat across the table from you, but still manages to beat you. And he doesn’t just beat you, he mops the floor with you. He doesn’t even give you a chance of winning, pinning your arm in just a few seconds every time, laughing but happily obliging when you challenge him to a rematch. Would sooner die than let you win. 

Sanji: 

Doesn’t want to, and you can’t force him. He’s a gentleman, and gentlemen don’t put their hands on women in an aggressive manner, not even if it’s just playing around. If you can convince him, he’ll let you win, though he’ll never admit that he did. If you want a fair fight (that is, to be defeated without mercy), you’ll have to challenge Moss Head. 

Ace: 

Doesn’t let you win, but lets you think you will. You know that devilish grin he wears, and wear it he does when you slip your hand into his calloused one. “You can do it,” he taunts, moving his arm back and forth, steering your hand wholly, making it seem like he’s going to let you pin him only to pin you. 

Sabo: 

Doesn’t beat you straight away because he’s busy staring at the look of concentration on your face. He does struggle internally with whether or not to let you win because he likes you but he also knows you, and he knows you don’t want him to let you do anything. Ultimately, his competitive side gets the better of him. 

Law: 

Has a surgeon’s hands, strong and steady, and you know as soon as he grabs your hand he’s going to win. He planned on letting you win, but then your hand is in his and he feels the sudden urge to show off. He brushes it off when he wins, too, though you catch a hint of a smug smirk on his face. You might be able to beat him next time by flirting, though, because he flusters easily. 

Kid: 

Does’t let you win but does drag the whole thing out because he’s enjoying himself so much. He’s merciless, taunting you and making fun of you, pointing out the bead of sweat on your brow, making sure everyone knows he can feel you shaking. Scowls when you kick him under the table and win because of it, demands a rematch. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[typezerostudios]

Somewhat darker interpretation. Less comedy, more drama:

Have the first scene be young!Cop being a delinquent. Think underground fighting ring seems like the way to do it, given that he's a badass cop down the line.

Older brother figure/lawyer show up to drag him out of there, because something bad is bound to happen. Predictably, something does, and the simple fight the you!Cop was expecting blows up into a shootout.

Brother does everything he can to get him clear, and is shot as they make a run for it (giving the impression that he died)

Last words he says to the young cop to be: Be better than this.

He takes that to mean he should be on the side of the law and dives deep into it. Scene ends with the sympathetic cops all lending him some support and encouraging him. During the course of the movie, every one of them are darkly recontexualized by the unfolding plot.

-The hero cop who ran in guns blazing, who was sorry that kids were caught up in it? He's the primary antagonist, the one who's still shooting up places, taking what he wants, and blaming it on the criminal elements for the carnage. He pushed for the raid because he wanted a cut of the profits and the mob boss wasn't going for it. Only reason he's cut back and become "better" is because dead people can't pay you.

-The guy who gave him coffee/hot chocolate to keep him out of shock? He's the department's spin doctor, who showed up to say that it was a dangerous place and it was bound to end in shooting eventually, they were lucky the cops set it off instead of civilians being swept up into it. He's doing the same thing he did back them, except now it's spinning him and his companion as the monsters, and people are eating it up.

-The cop who took him away from his brother and said it was all going to be alright? The one who mentored him through the academy? Not only is he the head of the operation, he's the one who shot his brother, and blamed it on the crooks. He took the cop under his wing to make sure that he didn't know anything, everything that came after, just sort of happened. Maybe he was hoping the hero!cop would become the new boss once he decided to retire, maybe he's so deep into his delusion of being a "Good Guy" that he actually thinks the hero is having a breakdown.

-Confrontation with a paramedic who was at the scene about how they could go along with this, how they could keep their mouths shut, and learns that one of their work buddies was in the bad part of town at one point and Bad Things happened. Won't say that the cops did anything, but will very heavily imply it. They say the reason they're still there is to try and keep some of the people shot from dying.

-All throughout it, the cops justify it by saying it's the streets, and they're putting their lives on the line. They can't stop crime, but they can manage it. All the while tuning out the real harm they're doing to real people. After all, they're on the wrong side of the law. They must be Bad People.

Help my friend is trying to convince me to start a new action comedy screenplay about a cop going rogue to protect a small-time drug dealer in witness protection and send it to Dave Bautista.

[sevs-corner]

Tf 141: Mafia AU!

Chapter 4: Its Happy Hour for them, Not for you

A/N: Link to masterlist is here ! And under is the prev chapter epilogue~

Preface:

Finally at a place where you can bunker down, you'd think that sleep would come easy-- but nope, that also seems to evade your grasps.

A life away from trouble seems to do the same, when you find yourself regretting again the choices you've made under the pretense that the old man was a poor ol' guy looking out for his kids, and you happened to be the most convenient person to help them out.

In actuality, you wonder if its vice-versa, when you see them helping you more than you are with them. Especially in the moment of being held at gunpoint, barrel right between your very eyes that went cross looking at it.

'The past two days were a blur. '

You realized this, staring up at the popcorn ceiling, arms spread out and your legs dangling over the edge.

Your life, as you know it, didn't quite make sense-- even after taking a long shower to calm yourself down. Though it was to mostly rid of grime that stuck to your skin and crevices for two days now.

That's besides the point, the more important one being that it kind of seemed like you just signed yourself to some cursed contract. Again.

You weren't surprised by actions anymore, just appalled at how easily you made did them without even a single thought crossing your mind of the future consequences it would bring you.

Balance out the pro's and con's? Nope, didn't do that.

Think before you speak? Nope, didn't quite do much of the former and more of the later.

Decide that getting a job and some food in your stomach was more important than getting involved with people that does crime?

Yes, you at least weighed the most important factor and agree to yourself that it was the priority-- well, at the moment in the least, because hearing that dreaded country twang past your co-worker's apartment door was making you think twice of putting food over your livelihood as a person.

"C'mon sugar! Nonno and Nonna are waiting~!"

If you didn't know this man as a mafioso, you would definitely think he was some rich bastard that tries to act normal by "doing" regular things, even when his palate doesn't get placated by the food that he ate.

Sadly, you do know him and ever regrettably so.

If only he wasn't a mafioso, you would have already threatened him awhile a go and have a go at where-the-sun-don't-shine spot. Alas, you do, and in addition to that, the son of your bosses and part of the contributor to your payroll-- so you'll play nice.

For now.

The raps on the door seems endless, and at this point, it was futile to try and sleep past the mumblings of a dead person (in your head, which you stabbed and kicked multiples as he writhes in the ground.)

"Waiting for who-- for me?" You shout a reply back from all the way the bedroom, quickly putting on a more suitable outfit and combing out the nest that seemed to form on your hair.

"Yes!"

You could hear his eyeroll from him so you quickly shouted a quick, "Ok! Be there in a minute!" before returning to the rest of your morning routine.

"That took more than a minute, shortcake."

The teasing grin Graves gave you as he leaned by your doorway made you sneer, unable to hold back the initial reflexive reaction to both his jab at you and the nickname.

"Well," you huffed, "you kind of just stopped by my place out of nowhere."

Shoving him with your hip, it puts him off balance and reflexively catch himself by the wall. It makes him react with a 'wHoA!" that made you giggle while closing the door to your co-worker's apartment. Turning the knob again to check if its properly locked, you hummed happily when it did because of the state the place was in. It was nothing short of being dilapidated, you only hoped last night- in your tired and sleepy stupor- that no one would go to this corner of the city and check out an abandoned building (as mentioned by Gaz) and ransack your place. This thought, of course, kept you slightly up as well- besides the ever looming issue that you are now tied to the mafia.

Although...looking at the easily frazzled state Graves was in, you wonder if it is that much of a concern you lost sleep over it.

"That's some strong hips you got there, sweets." He pointed out, now fixed up again from his mini-disaster of being caught in surprise. (He swears to himself that he has to watch himself and be on guard with you more often.)

You gave him a grin behind your shoulder, "thank my hula-hoop skills that got me the number one spot in kindergarten."

This gets a bark of laughter from him again, and he just has to curse himself for acting such a fool with you. Yet, at the back of his mind, he doesn't mind it.

"Right," his left-over laughter lingers, "thank God its still transferred after all those years!"

"Hey!" You whipped your head around to glare at him and poke at his chest, "I'm very youthful mind you." You pressed and continued, " especially when compared to you."

You watch him let out an offensive gasp, hand on his chest and the other over his own mouth.

You only managed to maintain the stare down for a couple moments before breaking down in fits of giggles and questions of like, "kindergarten really?" and you replying with, "its was the best thing I could come up with!"

"You better awake now?" He asks, breath finally stable and eyes wiped of all the tears that came out, and you nod in response-- still recuperating yourself.

"It's just so silly," you sigh with a smile, "but yeah, feelin' more up at 'em-- ready to take on the day!"

You threw an enthused fist in the air then turning to give Graves a confident grin of your own, which he returned in kind.

"Good to hear that then," he approaches the car in front of your apartment and opens the passenger car door, "shall we?"

You give him a look that made him rolls his eyes, quickly ushering you in.

"Nonna told me to pick you up," he explains once inside the car as well, "said that they were worried you'd get lost and mugged along the way."

You crossed your arms, denying the claim, "I wouldn't."

"As much as I don't want to say this," Graves begins as he turns out to the street, "but they are right."

You toss him an offended glance, "you think I can't handle myself? I'm an adult-- I've taken care of myself this far."

You hear Graves sigh, waiting for him to reply but only the sound of his fingers tapping on the wheel occupied the air.

"Its..." he bites his lip, ".. its not that I- or we to an extent- think you can't handle yourself."

You nod, letting him continue.

"This city," he clicks his tongue, "its just different from where you came from.”

“I know,” you quickly chipped in, “its nothing new for me.”

You could see how his eyebrows raised on his forehead, but as quickly as it came, it was gone; and instead, substituted with a furrow.

“I’m sure you know all about petty crime,” you hear him grumble and was about to retaliate until his next words stilled you, “but you’ll be seeing scums who wouldn’t even blink at shooting someone who just looked at them wrong.”

The light hearted tone he had posed onto you earlier was gone.

Now, it was cold, devoid of any emotions.

His eyes, previously reflecting the early shine of the light now looked dim, muted. Flat.

‘Ah..’ you think to yourself, ‘so this is who they are.’

You kept your mouth shut after that. Realizing, once again and reality slapping across your face.

These were not silly sons in a make believe found family, under one happy scene at a fun family-run bakery.

These were men--

Men with experience of being involved with the deepest darkest depths of seeing humans at their worst.

Men who are willing to shoot someone without batting an eye.

Men who aren’t opposed to killing those who go against them.

Men who can be brutal but choose not to.

And that to you, seemed scarier than someone who openly did so; because, when you think about it, ‘why were they being nice to you right now?’

"Hey sweets?"

You barely register Graves' voice but unconsciously hums in response.

“Hey,” he pokes again, “look here for a second.”

You didn’t realize but the car already stopped, parked just a block away from the bakery and you see the grip Graves’ had on the wheel. It was trying to hold back— they all were… but, why?

“Up here sweets.”

You finally make eye-contact with him and you see the color back in his eyes, the iris slightly dilated, and the crease on his forehead now furrowed in concern, rather than… irritation? Frustration? A mix of misunderstanding of both you’d presume.

“Did I scare ya’?” He asks softly, smile crooked with the tilt barely convincing you that it was one of being genuine honest with you, but you put that aside— it wasn’t your business to know why he did so.

You shook your head, “just…” you pause, trying to frame your words in a way that showed him that you weren’t afraid— just stunned of the situation you’re in, moreover how much its changed the past week.

“Shock,” you finally answer, “you saying that just made everything clicked.”

“Clicked?” He asks, “what did?”

“My life,” you slump on the reclined chair, eyes now diverting to the sleeves of your jacket and your hands that were fiddling with it. “How everything just came crashing and changing so much in such a short time.”

He nods and you hear him open and close his mouth for a minute before sighing, combing a hand through his now slightly messed hair.

“I get that feeling,” you hear the empathy seeping through his words, “so, my bad for pushing that onto ya’.”

You shook your head, “‘s not your fault.”

“But I triggered it, yeah?”

You see his hand reaching out to you and for a moment, you think again if you should.

Should you be closer to these mafiosos?

Should you be closer to their family?

Should you work their parents at the bakery?

Your actions opposed your thoughts, deciding for you as it tentatively reached halfway before you see Graves connect them himself, intertwining it in such a gentle way that made your thoughts halt for a moment. His thumb slightly stroking the side of your hand actually made you felt at ease, breathing less intense.

“See,” he chuckles, “you’re affected— now don’t tell me you aren’t.”

You roll your eyes but squeeze his hand in appreciation for his offer of comfort.

“Not saying I wasn’t,” you defended, “just that it isn’t entirely your fault— you damn opened the gates, that’s what you did.”

He laughs again more lightly, and somehow you wanted to see this Graves more than the other a moment ago.

“I did.” He admits, crooked grin more believable now.

“But its fine,” you reassure him by squeezing his hand, “might’ve needed it.”

You mutter lowly, still unsure of the reason why yourself but you don’t blame Graves. Like you admitted, he just opened pandora’s box in your head, it was already there and you were just keeping it. Denying the reality you were in, just because facing it was too much.

“Gotta ask something tumbstone,” you had to ask him why they were taking care of you so well. For fucks sake, you guys just met— its just not connecting!

“What is it?” He hums patiently, squeezing your hand back.

“Why…”

“…’why’ what..?”

“…why.. ugh- you’re gonna think its weird.” You try letting go of his hand but he doesn’t let you, pulling you in closer right to his nose.

His gaze, more hardened than before but you can tell that he’s encouraging you.

“C’mon sugar,” he urges, “I promise I won’t.”

You squint your eyes, your voice- thinking it was coming off confident- was more withheld and vulnerable that Graves knew he had to tread carefully.

“Pinky promise?”

He chuckled and links his free hand’s picky with yours, “well, you got me wrapped around ya’ pinky so a promise it is then.”

Your mouth tilts slightly upward at that.

“I…just wanna know…why- why you guys are so quick look out for someone like me?”

You see his eyes widen but mouth still shut, so you continue— trying to explain yourself.

“Its just,” you fumble trying to tie coherent words together, “I-i’m just figuring why I’m being treated so well?”

He stares at you for a moment before smiling, continuing to rub his thumb on your hand.

“What? You think we can’t be nice to people?”

You shook your head at his insinuation.

“No its not that! Ugh- feelings are so hard to explain—.”

“Then don’t,” he shrugs, “I can wait.”

He finally lets you go and you stare at him, contemplating, trying to ingest the meaning behind his words.

Maybe it was too early for this.

So, you nodded, going for another deep breath.

“Ok,” you sigh, “yeah- i’ll sort out my head first.”

You feel him pat your head, “that’s good.”

You feel your face heat so you looked away, grabbing the door handle to leave the car.

“I’m going then!”

He waves, “see you sometime then.”

You turn back to that, “you’re not coming with?”

He couldn’t help the coo that came out and pinched your cheeks.

“I’ve gotta job to do sweets,” he then subtly pushed you out of his car, “so don’t miss me too much, yeah?”

You huff, seeing yoursef caught slacking by him of all people, so you slammed his door.

“Never in a million years!!!”

You walk away with a middle finger in the air, and you can just hear his cackles echoing down the street.

You see the bakery in a couple of steps, and the lights signaling that it was open is still closed.

The plants, oh dear you should personally add that to the list yourself really, were still wilted as much as you saw it the first time.

The windows, all caked up with uncleaned water droplets, were foggy and unclear— another thing to do on the list.

The trash, the pile never ceased really— another to thing to do on the list.

You decided that you should take your mind off the issue you brought up with Graves for later— now, you gotta earn the money their pooling into you. (Another thing you wanted to ask them about as well.)

“Cara!”

You turn around and smile at the old couple, arms hooked by their elbows and covered head to toe in warm clothing.

And you realize its freezing from the way you were just in some shorts, a shirt, an old flannel over it, and some old sneakers.

No wonder they looked so concerned and rushed over you to wrap a scarf and beanie around you.

“Aren’t you cold, dearie?” Nonno asks, fixing the scarf around your neck. “I can hear your teeth chattering from all the way down the street.”

You chuckle, “just now- I swear I wasn’t a moment ago.”

Nonna clicks her tongue, getting the bakery door open to push you two inside.

“You’re gonna get sick wearin’ that!” She scolds as she sits you down in front of their fireplace that Nonno was trying to start, “don’t you have warmer clothes?”

You shook your head, offering to help Nonno but was forced to sit again by the pointed glare Nonna had you as she stared you down.

“I-uh…” you swear you were already sweltering from the heat of her gaze, “…never thought I needed it, never grew up at a place that became this cold.”

She nods, sighing with a rub to her temples.

"I'll check if the boys have their old warmers around their rooms."

You stand to protest but with a hand raised from Nonna, you clamped up and just thanked her.

Nonno sees this and chuckles, strolling up to you to pat you on the head.

"Don't worry," he reassures, "she's just worried."

This makes you question him, "why though?"

"why, what?"

You place your head in your heads, fingers tangled up in your already messed up hair.

"Why are you all worrying about me so much?"

Even if you couldn't see it at the moment, Nonno smiled sadly at the fact of seeing react to their worries. He wonders what happened to you that made you question the kindness and care people show you. Were you so unused to being exposed to it that you suspect that there's always an underlying intent behind the niceties people show you?

Or were you questioning it because of them being involved with the mafia?

"You think we can't worry like normal people?" He jokes and he sees you perk up in recognition.

"No-!" You were quick to deny and feel frustrated being misunderstood but, you knew you weren't explaining things properly on your end either. "Its... not like that."

"Well, why don't you think about it like this for now." he stands in front of you, making you look up at him finally, and he tuts, rubbing those unshed tears at the corner of your eyes.

"We're just your bosses worrying about our only employee," he pats your cheek, "and we don't want to them to skip work because they got sick."

You bit your lip and take your time processing his words-- yeah you could look at it that way, but wasn't it unnatural to care that much? Or were you just looking into it too much?

'No, remember what Graves said.'

Just... give it time, no need to get to an answer right now. If he can wait for your answer, then you'll wait to figure out one for yourself too. You'll metaphorically hang it at the hanger called the back of your mind and focus on the now.

The now being the list that started from your head to toe.

"Hey Nonna," you hear a hum from the cash register as you stand in front of the pin board, "why is the list as long as me now?"

"Well, new day new list of things to do!"

"Fuck."

'I should've just maybe thought about it a little more.'

The day goes by quickly, faster than you thought as you accomplish one task to the next, barely taking breaks unless it was an offer of food or drinks from Nonno and Nonna.

From tackling onto that trash pile bit by bit to send it off with the guy who's quite disappointed to see you again, cooking dishes with Nonno and serving the tables during lunch rush, cleaning up all the dining areas and the kitchen, washing the glass at the front, clearing out all the dead plants, bake some pastries with Nonna, to serving once again during come merienda time.

"Hey, lovie."

You sigh, seeing the usual four at their regular table but surprisingly in more casual outfits. You don't know why but you smile at how comfy they look compared to their constrained suits you saw them in twice.

"Hi," you greeted tiredly, "how's it going?"

"You look worse for wear."

"Is that you're tagline for me Ghost?"

This gets a round of chuckles from them whereas Ghost huffs, but from the slightly crinkle at the corner of his eyes, you could tell he was smirking from under his mask.

"You really do this time, nest-head." Suds points out and you huff, turning to Grickky.

"I don't look that bad, right?"

He frowns then sends a sympathetic glance, "well..."

"Have you recuperated yet?" Price asks and you nod.

"Just lots of things to work on 'round here."

They all nod sympathetically.

"Thanks for helping them out-- we know how much it can get a lot with them." Price explains, offering a hand and you stare at it.

Mind buffering at how... similarly they acted and you just, did what your instincts told you to do and hold his in yours.

Price stares at you in shock and you did now as well.

It then clicks in your head that he was just talking with his hands.

So you try to retract it but he keeps a firmer grip in yours-- not letting go.

"I-i'm so sorry Price- it's been a long day and I thought you guys do this for comfort and I just assumed---"

"Shh," he hushed you and rubs his other hand on top of both of yours, "breath."

You take a shaky breath in and out.

"Guess that answer's your question boss." Suds chuckles, hands behind his head in a lax position.

"I'm okay."

You say such but none of them are convinced.

"Right," Ghost quips, "and I'm the Queen of England."

You glare at him, "you think you're so funny huh? Mr. I'm-the-clown-of-my-own-circus."

The tables explodes into laughter once more but this time Ghost isn't as amused as you, grin now plastered on yours instead.

"Why don't we bring 'em with us boss?" Gaz asks, once his laughter died out and wiped the invisible tears from his eyes.

"Bring where?" You ask, a bit curious. You turn to look at your tugged hand to Price who subtly pulled your attention to him.

"Just a social club down the street," he explains, "similar to a club but less of the party aspect and more of the drinking, snacking, and chatting part."

"Ya' 'tis not too stimulating and more like chillin' like its a game night," Suds adds on and you nod in understanding as you let out an interesting, "ooh~."

"Maybe it'll help you wind down," Gaz offers up his one cent as well and you nod.

"I think it would." All of them perk up, "but my shift's not over."

"Its over now!"

"Oof-!" You suddenly got hit in the back by a bag which made you stumble and Price catch you so that you wouldn't fall flat on your face. Again.

"Go have fun!" Nonna bids farewell while you look at her all offended, seeing just how easy it is for her to just use you and throw you away with a flick of her hand.

"You're just going to make the list longer!" You complain and try to go back to her and confront her, but the unexpected lift by the armpits from Suds made you all the more hissy.

"Hey!" you try slapping but he laughs and dodges. "you're not even letting me choose if I want to go or not!"

Gaz slides into your peripheral, booping your nose and instantly stopping your struggles like your mind just halted from the metaphorical button that switched it off. (The three are highly amused by discovering this about you but try their best to keep their giggles to a minimum.)

"You already did by saying, "I think so!'" He copies your voice and you just had about half a mind to whack him if Soap didn't haul you over his shoulder, exiting the shop with his other mates while they all said their thanks to Nonno and Nonna.

"I can't believe I'm getting kidnapped by mafiosos," you grumble, "what a time to be alive."

Ghost, who was walking behind with Price, ruffles your hair.

"first time?"

You swore you swacked him so hard that it echoes in the alleway you guys were passing by and the comedic echo of it made the others just crack up and die.

"You're my drinking buddy?" You ask Suds who sat across from the loveseat you were sitting on at the side of the room, where it was a bit secluded from the main hall where there was some games going on at the moment.

Soap shrugs, taking a swig of his drink before replying. "Just happened to see your lonely ass brooding."

You frown, taking a swig of your own beer before gagging at the taste.

He sees your reaction and offers his hand, and this time you don't take it so readily- and Soap connects the dots.

"Your bottle," he chuckles, "if ya' don't like it then let take it out of ya' hands."

"Oh," you embarrassingly handed it to him, "thanks. I kinda like more fruity or spritz-y type-a drinks."

"A zeltzer?" he asks cackles loudly and you snap at him.

"No! Yikes- hate those."

You continue watch him bellow and you notice how his face was more relatively red than usual, and you think that he's less put-up about his walls once the alcohol was in his system.

"Why don't I try and get you something then?" He offers, finally calming down and you cross your arms in suspicion.

"... What's in it for me?"

He shakes his head, an obvious smirk on his face. "A free drink on me of course."

"Hmm," you hum and fake-think about the proposition, "sounds tempting, good sir."

He catches on. "No need to pay a pretty price for a pretty person like ya'."

You both giggle and you just relent, letting him get you one as a surprise.

As he left though, you decided that sitting here made your bowels act up from the two bottles you already had in you. You bought your first one and regretted it so you downed it immediately, not wanting to waste it, so Price- thinking you really liked it and needed another- offered to get you one himself.

You couldn't deny the man when he already slotted another in your hand, and so you did the same thing- downing it like a champ but this time, Gaz catches you right as you finished it, watching the whole spectacle.

Hence, that's how Soap found you in the corner, inebriated with a pleasant buzz but almost puking at the taste of your third one for the night.

And all of that is begging to go out another way.

So, you try your best- with crossed gait- to get the bathroom as fast as possible.

Until you bump into some guy who was blocking the restroom, you thought he was gonna stand aside once he saw you but no-- he just stood there like a wall.

"what the fuck dude," you mutter, holding onto your forehead where you made contact with his hard chest. "can you not block the toilets?"

The man, hidden behind a mask quite similar to Ghost, stared down at me.

"Occupied." This behemoth simply says and this makes you irk.

"Look," you poke at his chest, "I need to go."

He stares down at you before looking at his companion, a mask covering the lower half of his face as well with sunglasses covering his eyes, said partner shook his head.

"No."

"No?" You scoffed, "you think you can control my bowels?!"

The man besides him sighs, "its occupied alright, there's another down the other hallway."

You whip your head at him so fast that he flinched.

"I fucking said," you stalked up to the guy and shouted-- "I NEED TO TAKE A SHIT!"

"what the hell is going on out here?!"

The bathroom door slams open and the two immediately step aside to bow to this man, gruff with whites in his hair. The man was busy fixing his clothes, whereas the girl in his arms was so giddy that she didn't care that her bra was literally slipping off both her shoulders.

You gagged.

"Nothing sir, someone just wanted to use the bathroom--" The tall guys explains but gets cut off the man screeching out orders.

"Then take fucking deal with it quickly!"

"yes sir."

Both of them then turn to you, who almost gagged at the second time seeing the girl turn around with the man, barely able to catch up with him with her panties hanging and... dripping.

"Leave." They both commanded and you rolled your eyes, about to leave until Soap appeared down the hall- asking for you.

"Where are you pretty-? What the fuck?!"

You see him running and by the time you turn around again as you hear the click of something familiar--

a gun was in between your eyes, straight at your forehead.

So close that your eyes went cross-eyes, made you dizzy and gagged for a third time.

Even worse so, that went Soap tries pushing you out of the way, it pushed you forward and land on the behemonth- taking him off balance and throwing you in another dizzying spell.

This time, confirming that the beer did come out of your system one way or another.

Right.

On.

His.

Suit.

"Konig!"

Note to self, never buy beer again.

A/N: Well, this one was in the drafts for a while but-- we finally get to put some special peepo in this chapter hehe~ Next is the epilogue with it featuring two POVs this time, as always- will be cookin' up the next one soon ~

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Tags: Loser stalker fem reader, cocky mean dom yandere, dubcon 18+, choking, lot of force, grinding

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"What the fuck are you doing?"

You jumped, flinching so hard that made your spine hurt. Cursing under your breath, you hesitantly turned back to look at the familiar face.

Jun was standing there with his arms crossed, glaring at you with scolding eyes. Every day, you hid behind the corner that faced the field. It was mostly empty except for the cute artsy kid that sat there. He would lean against the tree, sketching, and you would be there watching his profile.

"Um..." Your words died down in your throat. Jun could easily tell what you were doing. Stalking a poor boy who had no idea his classmate was obsessed with him. "Hi?"

"Hi?" He repeated unamused, stepping closer to corner you against the wall. "You've been avoiding me. You're not answering any of my texts. I said I wanted to have lunch with you today, but you ditched me to do this?"

You stood there. You would feel guilty, but your brain was too busy searching for excuses or ways to explain this situation. This looked back. Really bad.

A few moments passed with you looking at the floor, feeling the cold wall behind you. Jun clicked his tongue, shifting his gaze from you to the boy in the field.

You exhaled, trying to think of a way to preserve your dignity. "I know it's wrong... It's creepy and weird. But you have to understand-"

"Oh, I understand. I get it. You're trying to find love. Isn't that right?"

"Uh... I guess that's the end goal. But-"

He interrupted you again. "You're tired of being lonely and isolated. Which is why you're pushing the person who wanted to be your friend away."

"No, that's not..." You paused. "Sorry.."

"Instead of being with me, you're choosing that clumsy, pathetic piece of-"

You interrupted him this time. "Ethan. His name is Ethan. And he's perfect. He keeps to himself most of the time, just like me. We have a lot in common..."

He went quiet for a second, uncrossing his arms and putting them in his pocket. "You completely ruined my plans, y'know... I was trying so hard to take all of this slow. I was gonna have lunch with you, eventually ask you out on a date, and go from there. While you were here thinking of doing the same thing to another boy."

You blinked. Was he confessing to you? You were suspicious when the golden boy of the school wanted to be your friend, and now this?

"Excuse me?"

"Oh yeah. I was gonna bring you to your favorite café and treat you. But you clearly don't want all that normal healthy stuff, huh?"

"Uhh.." You just looked at him, looking from his gorgeous eyes to his flawless hair. Then, to the strong looking arms that came up to the wall behind you. "You're kidding."

"But I'm afraid that my intentions weren't all that pure. I was going to give you so much love that you'll completely become dependent on me. And I could have you as mine forever."

"Were you stalking me? Is that how you found me here?" You slowly said, a bit unsure.

"Such a smart girl." Jun praised, bringing a hand to cup your cheek, caressing his thumb against your skin. "I'm just as sick as you."

You gripped his wrist, stopping him. "I need to think about this first."

"What is there to think about? Forget about that shy mutt. I'm so much better than him. What else could you possibly ask for?"

You shook your head, pushing his shoulders weakly. "No. Just move away..!"

"I get it. You need more convincing."

And just as he said that, his lips crashed into yours. He forced a kiss on you and grabbed the back of your head. He guided you to kiss him back, using your hair to manipulate you like a puppet. You stood there and let it happen, your hands moving down to press against his chest.

He licked your bottom lip, which you kept closed. You were unsure of what to make of this situation.

"Just open your mouth, okay? I want to kiss you deeper." He tilted his face to the right and forced you to tilt yours the other way. "I don't like repeating myself. Don't make me force you. I'm trying to prove a point here. You're mine, whether you like it or not. You wanted something unhealthy, well here it is."

You didn't want to oblige. There was something inside you that wanted to fight him. You gasped as Jun tugged your hair harshly, catching you by surprise. His tongue invaded your mouth. You tried to pull away, but your back was against the wall. There was nowhere to go. You started to like how he forced you to this. You wanted to be kissed since a long time ago. Just hadn't expected it to be from the overly confident and arrogant jerk.

His tongue moved around skillfully. You unintentionally moaned, feeling him smirk against your lips. The weird sensation felt good. You slowly closed your eyes and kissed back, shyly moving your tongue against his. His other hand went down to rest on your waist. He pulled you closer to him. Your bodies slightly rubbed against each other.

You were out of breath. Panting, still wanting to kiss him more. He tasted so so good. Like cherries. Maybe he ate some before this.

"You still there, sweetie? You look dazed. Was it that good?" Jun chuckled. He knew the effect he had on you. "I told you. I'm the greatest choice you'll ever make."

"I can't believe this..." That was all you could mumble. Your heart still throbbed for Ethan, but it wasn't really an option anymore. This was... something else. Something you could get used to. "I can't believe it..."

"I know, you're very lucky. Not everyone has an amazing, skillful boyfriend. Soon, you'll be addicted to me and my kisses."

He stroked the back of your hair, almost apologizing for pulling it before. Before you could protest against the term, he kissed you again, rubbing his tongue against yours lewdly. You obliged, not thinking much of it. It felt too good to pass up on.

"Want me to you some of these skills?" He whispered in your ear, blowing air on it. You squeaked, and he chuckled. "Your reactions are so cute, darling. I want to see more. I need more of you. Your taste, your smell, your everything. You're my girlfriend. I can just take whatever I want, right?"

"What? No!"

Jun clicked his tongue in annoyance. He started to kiss down your neck, his fingers intertwining with yours as he pinned them against the wall. "I wanted to take things slow. Even after all this. But I feel like you need a bit more convincing, hm?"

He licked a spot of your skin before biting down on it. You hissed in pain as he continued to angrily mark you. It seemed like he was jealous of what happened earlier. He sucked the spots he bit for a moment before pushing his thigh between your legs. "I swear if you lie eyes on that guy again, I'll hurt him really badly."

You felt dizzy. All this was too much for you. Your head was spinning, and you felt really good. Small hushed moans spilled from your lips when his knee rubbed you up and down. His hands sneaked up your shirt, hands caressing whatever skin he could find. "There we go. I can tell you're enjoying it. I mean.. Naturally."

You could feel his eyes bore on you, but you barely looked at him. Drowning in ecstasy while he kissed you again and again. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge. You gripped his shirt, clenching it in your fist.

"Mm, don't fight it. Let the pleasure take over you. Let me show you how good I can make you feel."

He passionately kissed you again as you came, moaning into his mouth. He slowed down before stopping. A grin on his face. He looked so hot like this.

"Good girl! Very good. Oh sweetie~ Look how hard you made me."

You look down to see the buldge forming in his jeans. He rubs it against your thigh, trying to provoke more reactions out of you. You gasp, putting a hand up to your mouth.

"Aww, you're shaking... Could it be you actually want to touch it?" He teased, rubbing it higher to your still sensitive spot.

"W-what? Nngh.. No! I never even agreed to be your girlfriend." He grips one of your wrists, putting it on the front of his pants. You yelp, trying to stop him. "No! Stop. We're in public!"

You paused at the realization. You tried to think of how loud you were, but the image just sent pleasure back to your core.

"We're behind an isolated corner. No one will find us here. My darling certainly knows how to pick the right places."

You look back at the tree, the boy was gone, and the field was completely empty. You breathed a sigh of relief. As you were distracted, Jun began to unbutton his jeans, pulling it down. You turned back to see him pulling his cock out.

"What are you doing? Put it back in." You whisper-yelled. "Don't show it to me-"

He chuckled, letting go of your wrist to cup your hand. He wrapped your hand around his throbbing shaft. You gasped at the feeling. His size was impressive just like everything else about him.

"Shit..." You mumbled, watching him stroke himself with your hand.

"All you protests just died down. What, are you enjoying it?"

"Augh, I won't bother denying it." You began stroking him out of your own will, feeling the precum rolling down to your fingers. "You're gonna make a mess..."

"Why don't you clean it up for me, darling?"

"Fuck no. We shouldn't do something like this so early. It can ruin the relationship."

"So there is a relationship." He mused, his hands trailing up and down your thigh. You groaned again, stopping your movement.

"I changed my mind."

Jun hummed in amusment, he brought his face to your neck, licking at the spots he bit. "You're mine. You can't change that fact. It's taking everything in me to just not take you right here..."

He brought himself to your clothed sex, rubbing himself harshly against you. "I'll eventually have you. You can't escape from me. So unless you want to become my prisoner any time soon, you better help me calm down."

"I said no! You can't make me."

He groaned in frustration. In a quick motion, he pulled down your pants, roughly shoving everything down. You helplessly stood there, your attempts to push him away failing. You weren't trying that hard any way. Maybe because you were excited.

"Oh, I'm not putting it in."

You looked up at Jun, confused. "Huh?" Your question was answered when he began to rub his length along your slit. You bit your lip. "Seriously? Just this?"

"Yes. Seriously." Jun grunted when you squeezed your thighs around his shaft. He moved against you, picking up the speed. Your legs felt like jelly, but you held them tightly together. "This is all you get for denying your boyfriend, and you'll get your punishment for stalking another boy."

You whimpered, feeling his hand reach down to your clit. He rubbed at a constant pace. His thumb putting just the right pressure.

"B-but that's not-! It's... not fair." You barely made out the words. Your eyes half-lidden as you watched his amused expression.

"Aww, poor darling. You're squeezing me so hard between your thighs. I'm close too.." He kissed you once more. His tongue brushing against yours. It was enough to make you come a second time as you felt him squeeze your throat. "Yeah, there you go. You're so much easier to please than I thought you'd be." He laughed, moving his hips a couple more times before coming himself.

He pulled away, looking you up and down. He cursed under his breath at your disheveled sight and rubbed the spots on your neck gently.

"Mmh, let's clean up first, sweetie. And then we'll have some lunch." He patted your head. His fingers ran through your hair and you leaned into it. It helped you calm your racing heart faster. "You're mine now. There's no room for arguments. Better behave if you don't wanna be tied up and locked away."

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waiting for nanami to come back home! reader x nanami

fifteen minutes had never felt longer. from the early morning and kisses of goodbyes to running errands all day, the last fifteen minutes of what nanami had estimated to be back seemed to linger slowly.

no calls but a few texts reread over and over again kept you stable while pacing mindlessly around in the kitchen. the messages of i miss you, is everything okay? how are you feeling, baby? i’m doing just fine, pretty girl. i got you some things that reminded me of you. and all the praise to selfies you sent of you pampering yourself. the sweet words sent you craving more, and they definitely sent the ache between your thighs, and chest, throbbing. 

but instead of acting upon your arousal, you tried distracting yourself with all the new clothes and makeup you bought. even putting an old romcom on for background noise. 

you set aside a pile for trash and material on the living room floor, right in front of the TV. digging into the plastic and cardboard boxes with your nails and finally piling all the containers into a trash bag. still no sign of him. you checked your phone with two minutes left—like the door was going to open as soon as it was 11:30. 

it was late but the adrenaline of greeting nanami at the door and helping him relax and talk kept you going. not to mention the desire for his hands on your body. 

you sigh and place your phone down, focusing on how the actress and her love interest hold each other in the bathtub. you watch them and yawn before looking down between your legs, you send a hand down to your heat and slowly stimulate your clit under your panties. the friction makes you mewl quietly. you close your eyes and let your jaw slack open, leaning against the couch.

you think about kento watching you touch yourself. how he would be sitting just between your knees, admiring his girl’s cunt. how he would study what actions make you twitch and rock the most. how he would keep talking about how your cute little fingers lightly trace your soppy cunt and how badly he wants to feel you on his cock. the lock on the door rattles and you quickly turn around. you stay on your knees and clench onto the couch’s cushion, “kento?” you get up and try to catch a peek of your man.

“kenny, baby, you’re back?” you finally walk around the couch and see him putting down multiple bags so he could continue with his routine. he didn't seem to have heard you but took instant notice when he looked back up. his sharp features turn soft and he smiles like a little kid. 

“there’s my girl.” he leans in for a hug which you gladly accept. “missed you, honey. i thought about you all day. god, you smell so good.” he lightly says that last part. nanami towers over you, keeping a hand on your back and one on your ass. your skin tingles and burns with every touch he leaves.

“mhhmm.” you pull out a little to look at him before peppering the left side of his face with kisses.

“i thought you went to bed already. it’s late.”

“i was waiting for you, ken.” you leave one last kiss, afraid you might start biting and chewing at his cute face. “here, let me help you.” you step away from his embrace and tug at his tie, loosening it for him before taking it off. you ruffle his coat off and peel it away from his blue button up, undoing some of the tight buttons at his neck. 

admiring his strong physic as you get down on your knees. you sit and untie his shoes, shaking them off and placing them on the shoe rack. you sit up, still on your knees, and look up to him. he smiles and slowly pets you, stroking your face with his fingers. your soft hums sound like purrs and your heavy eyes close. you take this time to your advantage and fall forward, your left cheek pushing up just below his belt.

“hmm…” he groans and tugs at your hair, “get up, sweetie.” you look up and carefully take in his hands to get onto your feet. 

“you’re so warm, baby. why’s that?” 

“been thinking about you.“ you shudder when his strong hands slide up your arms and down your body to your waist. your hands hold his face and you kiss him, hard. the man hums quietly into your mouth as the open mouth kiss gets sloppier. teeth knock and fight as your tongues dance.

eventually pulling away from the ensemble, you try catching your breath while remaining imperfect eye contact. nanami keeps a composed attitude with his chest growing and deflating quickly. he focuses on your eyes and how needy you are, mostly on how you keep eye contact rather than shying away.

“poor baby.” he cups your face and circles your lips with his thumb. slowly pushing the top of his finger between your teeth. you whine and open your mouth, adjusting to his every movement. his own mouth drops a little as he keeps moving his thumb farther down. your hot tongue and roof of your mouth suck on his finger as he carefully thrusts it in and out. 

your mouth vibrates around him as you moan. you push his thumb to the side of your teeth, 

“ken, need it.” you slur out before he shushes you, pressing it back down on your tongue, clearing any speech.

warm, hot saliva spills from under your tongue down your chin, you garble out a please, and he takes his finger out. he palms at the spit down your neck, wiping it off. 

“let me take care of you, angel.” 

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Twenty.

Pairing: Jaegyeon Na x GN!Reader

Summary: Just you and King of Incheon being idiots.

Genre/Trope: Frenemies. Friends with benefits.

Warnings/Details: Crackfic, cussing, nudes, sex mentioned, smoker reader, reader farted, no use of Y/n. Event set post Cheonliang arc.

A/N: I'm so normal for this ding dong. I do NOT take requests btw!

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“Then they fucking trashed my fucking car. Are you fucking kidding me? Fucking assholes.” Jaegyeon grumbled, brushing his hair back as you listened to him rambling about the passing of his Initial N. Brutal, you thought as you lit up a cigar between your lips.

He clicked his tongue, brushing away the smoke off his way. “Can you not?” You hardly give him a glance, inhaling and puffing out more smokes.

“So, about that James Lee dude.” You reminded him, technically to distract him by bringing the main topic back since it always worked like a charm. He blinked then continued, “Yeah, that. So I completely beat his ass and you know the rest.”

You raised a brow, “Right.” bringing your hand behind your head as you leaned on the headboard beside him. The white cover draped loosely on your abdomen, keeping both of you warm. You know damn well he's mostly bluffing, but you're too lazy to dig down deeper in the story. You could care less about what happened regarding the King of Cheonliang. But the story intrigued you nonetheless.

Randomly your stomach feeling funny, you had an idea. Well, not exactly. It's just a casual thing you'd do, so you just let the toot out under the blanket between your cheeks.

“That is fucked up.” Jagyeon commented, giving you a disgusted face.

“It wasn't even that bad.”

“Yah.” He retorted.

You shrugged without feeling any sense of remorse. “What? Like you never let out a huge one? It doesn't even smell.” He scoffed at this. “How'd you know?”

You pulled the blanket over to his head while being mindful of the cigar between your fingers. “Smell it, smell it then.”

He swept his hands, pushing them back with frustration. “Yah! Stop it!” He grimaced. You stopped your actions and continued teasing him. “See? It doesn't smell. Big farts don't smell, silent ones do.”

He baffled, gawking at your words. “That wasn't loud enough! So theoretically it does smell.” He shook his head with disapprovals, shifted away from you while covering his nose. Instead he got off the bed to the counter showing his glory. Your eyes trailed at his back before glancing elsewhere.

“Put something on, damnit.”

Jaegyeon poured the hot water into the ramen cups, “You've seen and touched ‘em all. Don't be a sourpuss, you just farted.” He comes back to the bed and hands one to you. You accepted it, putting away the cigar on the ashtray as he joined you once again.

The air is currently calm despite the usual banter. It's something both of you would rather get run over by a truck than admitting. Call it childish but you guys have said and exposed enough during your activities. No need to bring them up again as those were merely for ego boost.

Blowing your food, you shoved them in your mouth. As you chewed you spoke, “Oppa, you got twenty on ya?”

“Oh. Hang on.” As a response he pretended to go through his ‘pocket’ before pulling out his middle finger. You threw him a dirty look back then rolled on your side, exposing your bare back with your ass sticking out. His eyes followed shamelessly before realising you snatching on his Gucci bag from the floor for his wallet. He takes action immediately, eyes widened and all. “Oi, oi.” He put his ramen on the nightstand to stop you. But you were faster. He let out a groan when your bare foot met his face, pushing him back.

“Yah!!” He exclaimed, using his iron grip instead to pull on your ankle towards him. However you hardly reacted to his strength as you continued to snoop around his wallet. You checked out his cards and ID first before going through his cash, taking some dough out with satisfaction.

Feeling pissed off, he gave you a harsh smack on the ass which caused you to let out a loud yelp. You couldn't see it but you aren't an idiot to know he obviously leaves an obvious red handprint on you.

“What the fuck?!” You cried angrily at him, turning and kicked him square on the face, sending him backward as he fell off the bed with a loud thud. “Ah ssibal!” He cussed loudly but you knew that's barely anything to keep him down. He got back up again, seething with anger at you. You glared back but it quickly changed when he literally leaped onto you. “C’mere you piece of shit!

He pinned you down, pushing his weight on you for all your worth. Not caring if you started to suffocate. Yet again he never really took any consideration about hurting you since you hurt him just the same. Equal right, equal fight a wise person used to say.

“You ugly fuck, get off of me.” You grunted. “It's just fucking twenty.” The King of Incheon ignored your protest, barely budgeted against you. He pushed his hair back then brought his hand behind your neck to pull you closer as he breathed heavily onto your face.

You exhaled sharply, shifting your hips before picking up the sensation of his hardened bazongas. You rolled your eyes with annoyance. “Fuck, are you seriously right now?” Your face scrunched up. His lips hovered inches from yours, “Don't blame me.” and crashed onto your lips with a hungry yet sloppy kiss.

You returned the kiss as he brought you both back in the middle of the bed without parting himself from your lips. Snaking his hand from your hips to your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He rolled his hips possessively with slight desperation to silently declared a second round.

He pulled away, breathing onto your jaw as he left butterfly kisses on your skin. His hips pushed further into yours with a patient pace. “Forget the twenty. Dinner's on me then we'll go buy you some pretty stuff.” But of course, who are you to decline?

[panpanghost]

part 7 of this, (is the name corrupted king taken?)

_"Monkey king!" MK yelled ruining outside to get The sage,

_"What's wrong kid? Where's Macaque?" Why was he in the house?

_"He's inside, he passed out." Wukong's heartbeat jumped as he rushed inside the house to see Macaque passed out on his bed. He looked worse than when he left him. How did he loose weight in just a few hours?

_"What happened?" Wukong asked, feeling anger like lava under his skin. Who did this to him?

_"We were talking and then the crown started hurting him then he passed out," he hurt him "I didn't know what to do," you told him to stay away and he didn't, "but he told me not to get you so I've been waiting for you." He wants to get the crown off, "I've put him in bed and checked for fever," He's helping him escape, "I'm so happy you came earlier than you said..." He wants to take him away, forever! Get rid of the kid before he takes him away!

_"I told you to stay outside kid! why didn't you listen?!"

_"I-I'm sorry.. I just wanted to talk to him-"

_"And look what you've done!" Wukong caught the look on MK's face and it made something in his heart twist, but it wasn't enough to shake away his anger

*sigh* "Go home kid, I'll take care of him."

_"I can help-"

_"NO. You've done enough. Just go home."

_"..." MK tried to lift his head up but he couldn't, he just took a deep breath before heading outside, "Let me know if you need anything."

Wukong ignored MK leaving and focused on Macaque, he layed beside him and gently hugged him close to his chest.

What have I done, I'm sorry my moon, I shouldn't have left you, I'll never leave your side again.

Wukong kissed his head and inhaled deeply, taking in every drop of Macaque's scent. It managed to soothe him a little as he started giving Macaque his magic hoping it'll slow down the crown until he can stop it for good.

Do it. He's unconscious now. He wouldn't feel a thing.

The idea sparkled in the King's head. It's true. He was waiting for a proper time to bring it up but now is the perfect time.

Normally, Wukong wouldn't be able to give Macaque his eye or any other organ considering their magic is incompatible. Macaque's body would simply reject anything with his magic in it.

But now, that won't happen, the crown would simply absorb Wukong's magic and the eye would become a normal organ. He just needs to use some extra magic and make sure it heals into Macaque before the crown absorbs all his healing magic.

Yes. It could work. He won't feel a thing now. It won't hurt him.

Wukong slowly backed up from his moon and put his fingers on his eye. And just like that he started shoving his fingers around his eye.

He was in so much pain there was a moment where he wanted to stop but one though at the back of his head kept him going.

This is nothing compared to the pain you put him in, you deserve this, and he deserves better.

After a few minutes, Wukong held his eye in his hand, the one he so desperately need to give, he looked at it for a moment, how long did he dream of this moment, of a miracle, of one desperate apology.

He looked into his moon, uncomfortable and trying to hold on to life. Wukong didn't waste anymore time. It's now or never.

He got his fingers closer to his moon's face, he hesitated but immediately pushed that thought away,

_"I'm sorry my love." he whispered, and with a quick swift, he got the grey eye out. The one I blinded.

Macaque only gave a few groans of discomfort, but didn't get up. He didn't wake up. He can't feel it.

The fact that Macaque wasn't up eased the pain in Wukong's heart, he doesn't know what he would've done if his moon woke up crying and screaming.

Wukong carefully started putting his eye in Macaque's place, praying with every breath that this works. And just as he finished putting it inside, he placed his hand on the eye and took a deep breath.

This is the hard part, this is the part that would hurt the most.

He held his moon's head close to his chest and let a river of healing magic into him, then stopped when the eye was completely secured, at the same second he felt his love wake up, and before he knew it, his moon was up and screaming in pain,

_"PLEASE!! STOP!! IT HURTS!! PLEASE!" Wukong heard these begging screams as Macaque desperately tried to get away, his claws ripping through the yellow clothes on Wukong's body but not his skin, the crown had sucked out his energy and left him as weak as a baby that would be eaten by the wild if left alone.

It only took a minute before the crown finished its job and turned Wukong's eye, now Macaque's, into a normal one, it lost its magic and shifted back to how it originally was when he was born.

That minute felt like a decade for Wukong, in his head he kept apologising, but this time he didn't feel regret, he was actually happy it's finally over.

There was no way to know if it worked before his moon woke up. So for now, all he can do is take care of him until he wakes up. He'll give him a shower to clean up the blood, the sight of it on his love is making his stomach twist and his heart pinch. He also needs to keep giving his magic to the crown so it would leave his moon's alone.

I'll take care of you, my king.

(This was painful to write but I made it.)

[fancyfeathers]

I'm so happy I found your blog I love it. With the new post being one of my favorites, but a line caught my eye. "Tim being the most stalkerish", and usually when one "sibling" does something to the other that other sibling does it back to annoy them. But here's the thing, Daughter read knows Tim probably won't mind it. But maybe to confuse him she starts peeking behind corners at him or in the dark just subtly standing in the corner watching him work to "freak him out"(it never works but still) or he'll hear footsteps behind him, look over his shoulder, and no one be there (he saw daughter reader duck under the table). So yeah in short Daughter Reader stalking Tim back but only to really annoy him because in reality he can't slip up or rest. If he's with Kon he can't use his friendly language or jokes or whatever because Daughter Reader is watching and what if something he says isn't meant for "Kids" (She's like a pre-teen or something in this, maybe thirteen? Or close to that age.) But yeah have a good night/day!:D

Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling Masterlist

Oh my goodness Tim would think it’s the cutest thing at first but it gets old quickly.

Like it if she is a preteen in this she had been living at the manor for a few years now, five or six years maybe. It is that point where she is getting older but no one in the house besides her mother and Alfred, the rest of them, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Barbara, Cassandra, Stephanie, and Duke when they meet her, infantilize her. So she’s never treat her like she’s that age, not allowed to do sports because she is far too young and could get hurt, choir has a bunch of older kids and they could be bad influences. At this point she is bored out of her mind at the manor, she can’t go out and do things or have her friends from school over, so she starts trying to annoy her brothers as much as possible…

Jason and Damian were easy, messing with Jason’s gear for Red Hood, he takes out his guns during patrol and-

They are covered with stickers, not exactly intimidating. Then he has to spend an hour trying to peel them all off after patrol.

Then during school she ignores Damian when he is about to drag her off to have lunch with him, but then she she slaps his hand away and rolls her eyes before walking off to have lunch with her friends.

Dick and Tim are a little harder to get on the nerves of…

But her mother said to give them a taste of their own medicine…

She starts get clingy with Dick at the most inconvenient of times, about to go on patrol? She is running around the manor when it’s her bedtime and it’s Dick’s turn to put her in bed. Or he is forcibly cuddling with her on the couch and he gets a call from Babs and he has to wake her up to take her with him because he watching her and she starts whining that she doesn’t want to go.

Then there is Tim whose obsessive tendencies are rather subtle to the blind eyes, but he has folders upon folders, both physical and on his computer, just dedicated to information and photos of Mother!Darling and Sister!Darling. After five or six years of living there she has definitely stumbled upon Tim’s collection at least once, walking into Tim’s room to grab her highlighters she let him borrow and she found the files on his desk and she just took a peak and they were all about her and her mother, photos from magazines that were published long before they came back to Gotham, private records from her mother’s company before it joined Wayne Enterprises, and-

“What are you doing?”

Tim grabs the file from her and shoves it in a drawer and before he could say something to her she had run out of the room, forgetting the highlighters she had came for.

Had he been stalking them since before they returned to Gotham? How long was that? Six, seven years ago maybe?

So when she starts to figure out ways to annoy them, she knows exactly what to do with Tim. She follows him around like a shadow throughout the manor and she knows he knows that she is there, after all he is Red Robin. Tim thinks it’s cute at first, but then eventually things become too much…

Like when he is getting ready for patrol in the Batcave and he sees her hiding behind one of the cases of weapons…

She could have crawled into the batmobile and could have gotten hurt while Bruce was out on patrol. So he is late starting patrol because he has to chase her down around the cave and make sure she doesn’t hurt herself and wrangle her and get her back to bed, making sure to actually lock the door.

Or the time Kon was over and she was ease dropping on their conversation and Tim is ashamed that he did not realize it until dinner that night and everyone is sitting at the table with Kon who is still visiting, and she drops the f-bomb and-

“Young lady, where did you learn that?!”

“Tim said it.”

He is in so much trouble, but Connor is definitely laughing his ass off.

It gets to the point where every single child in the Batfam goes to Bruce and literally begs him to let her do something so she knocks everything off and for the first time he caves, because honestly Bruce cannot deal with her sneaking into the cave one more time while he is working on the batcomputer.

So she is allowed to have friends over, ones that are approve by Bruce first at least with Tim helping run background checks on them first. But of course those unhealthy habits still exist, Dick is still clingy, Jason is still overprotective, Damian is still possessive, and Tim…

Well he just added another polaroid in his folders of his dearest little sister while she was playing soccer in the yard with her friends with their faces scribbled out of course.

[videokilled]

Vox giggled under his breath as Alastor talked about ‘these humans’ as if he had just landed from space. He would be lying if he wasn’t getting the little flip flop of excitement in his gut at trying out his craft up top again. After all his success and practice down below.

“I’m introducing you as David they look like bible thumpers..” Vox said under his breath as one of the men moved over to intercept them understandably. Two strange men approaching their families.

The moment the man called out to him, Vox seemed to just flip his sleezeball switch, and his voice matched the others immediately. Volume intensity, even the crescendo. He shook hands with the man and immediately launched into a story about how he didn’t want to pull the man away from his family- but if he could spare 10 minutes to get them to the nearest car rental area it would be a blessing. His mannerisms were so loose and to someone like Alastor it was probably so obviously a blatant mirroring tactic. Just simple flattery and matching presumed values and priorities. Lots of flat open hand movements and within a minute, Vox was standing at the man’s side instead of face to face with him.

The man said he would have to ask his wife and it was his kids game and yadda yadda- Vox introduced himself as John and Alastor as David, and even said he had a wife he was trying to not keep waiting with a made up daughter as well.

The man seemed sympathetic but ‘had his hands tied’ until Vox mentioned that his phone service wasn’t working and how anything could happen when you were out of touch.

Then the man put his hands up and said he would ask his wife, since the half time was coming up in the game.

As he walked away Vox gave Alastor one of the most smug looks. Clearly very pleased with himself, and enjoying it immensely.

If only took another minute before the man came back, with another man at his side. Happy to tell Vox and Alastor they would indeed drive them just to the nearest car rental place in the downtown area, just about ten minutes drive.

Vox shook the other man’s hand too and introduced themselves again under their fake names and used a lot of ‘God bless you’ language. Throwing in a very shallow and tacky dad joke. To which they both laughed and said they would bring the car around, then walked off.

The tv demon looked back at Alastor with a very proud grin and rubbed his palms together like it had given him some kind of adrenaline rush.

“This is going to be so fun.” He whispered under his breath.

The tv demon watched the other arrange his outfit, and his own self consciousness grew. Nothing he couldn’t stuff down. But it felt odd. This was not something he would wear presently- and if he were honest- if he ever met the version of himself that used to frequent this.. he would off him without a thought given the chance.

The other option though was to just go about with the white t shirt he had on underneath it. And that was far too undone. Regardless of current fashion. Which- weirdly enough. He did recognize some of the fashion from the distant stragglers going about their business. Velvette had done a good job keeping them up to date on that.

He did at least however push his sleeve cuffs up toward his elbows. Then did a double take at how much lighter his own skin was, caught up in looking over his own hands again. Momentarily though.

Vox’s attention was immediately caught by Alastor asking if he knew how to traverse the sides of a road.

“I’m not walking thirty some miles. There’s traffic all over. We can get a ride. And no I didn’t get a hotel. It took me weeks just to get the location out of you.”

Vox started walking toward a much wider area that looked like it was some sort of church outing. Lots of teens and tweens running around playing soccer on some grass with the adults in chairs and chatting and laughing nearby. But it was a football field or so away, it would be a walk, but he wasn’t opening this trip with walking a dirt road pointlessly.

Besides. This was his shtick. He could get some bucket heads to drive him somewhere.

[littlechivalry]

Lick

*a little repost of last year's Thanksgiving fic*

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Two hours before Thanksgiving for Steve and Eddie

More than enough time for them to get ready.

Steve's in the kitchen, whipping some cream

Ed's on his knees, making him sssss--

Eddie carefully twisted his wet hair in a towel and tucked the end of the fabric into the back behind his head and walked into the bedroom.

His dress pants were already laid out across the bed next to the black button down Steve had ironed the night before.

Eddie pulled on the pants but left the shirt behind. He wanted to grab a snack before they had to leave and no point in taking the risk of getting it dirty if he didn't have to.

They still had a few hours before they had to leave for the Hopper-Byers house and then there would be another hour or two before they sat down to eat. Eddie didn't plan to eat much but he just wanted something in his stomach to tide him over.

He made his way through the sitting room and towards the kitchen, following the sound of the hand mixer where Steve was standing over a bowl.

Two pumpkin pies sat on the edge of the counter, warm and tempting, but Eddie had learned his lesson and he didn't want his hands slapped for sneaking a taste. Plus if he knew his boyfriend then one of those pies would be staying behind anyway for them to share later.

Eddie wasn't a patient man but he considered some things worth waiting for. And homemade pie split with the love of his life definitely qualified.

He walked up to Steve, waving his hand in the corner of the man's vision so he knew he was there before smacking a quick kiss on his cheek.

Steve was dressed similarly to Eddie, pants on but no shirt, his chest protected from what looked like fresh whipped cream by a Kiss the Cook apron the kids had given them at their housewarming.

Eddie stood in front of the snack pantry, hands on his hips, looking over the options. The sharp whirring buzz of the hand mixer stopped and Eddie turned to see Steve lift it out of the bowl, the beater attachments covered with bright creamy peaks.

Steve released them from the mixer and picked up a spatula with his other hand to scrape away what cream lingered before dropping it back into the bowl with the rest.

"Looks good, Stevie," Eddie said, coming up to wrap his arms around his boyfriend and resting his chin on the man's bare shoulder.

"Should be. I put a little bit of sugar in there and some vanilla. Thought it might be a nice pairing with the pie."

"I'm a little hungry so we could test that, you know," Eddie said, reaching his hand towards the bowl.

Steve took the extended hand in his own and wrapped it back around his stomach. "No way, Munson. I want this to make it to Joyce and Hop and if you eat it all we won't have anything to contribute."

"We're contributing our presence, Stevie. Come on," he wheedled. "Just a taste."

Steve laughed and pulled out of his grip, bringing the beaters over to the sink.

Eddie groaned. "Oh, no fair. At least let me lick the beaters."

Steve turned back to face him. "You want to lick the beaters? Come on, Eddie."

Eddie could feel the corner of his mouth turn up in a smirk, catching his lip on one canine. He lowered himself to his knees on the floor, only inches away from an interested twitch under Steve's apron.

He looked up at Steve, his boyfriend now flushing berry pink, and smiled. "Please, Stevie? Can I have some cream?"

Steve looked pole-axed for a moment before he grinned. "Please? That is very polite. But good boys say 'may I'. Are you a good boy, Eds?"

"I can be," Eddie replied, before sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and releasing it, shining and plump. "May I have some cream?"

Steve laughed and lowered the beaters, holding them down in front of Eddie's face. "Okay, but no wasting. You have to lick up every drop."

Eddie leaned forward, extended his tongue, and began to chase every bit of the sweet whipped cream off of the metal. He slid his hands up the back of Steve's thighs, over his ass, until they were resting on the heated skin of his lower back.

It was tricky to get the angle right but worth it to watch a fine tremor begin to build in Steve's extended hand. When the cream was gone Eddie leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Steve's thigh.

From the corner or his eye he could see Steve raising the now 'clean' beaters out of sight and he heard them clink dully in the sink.

Eddie felt the heavy weight of Steve's hand settle on his head, on top of the towel turban his hair was wrapped in.

He shifted as Steve tugged at the thick material, pulling it away and letting the damp locks of hair settle over Eddie's neck and shoulders. Steve's fingers combed through Eddie's hair and he fought the instinctual shudder.

"Such a good job. But you missed some," Steve said, his voice soft but still firm.

Eddie tilted his head upwards to face Steve. Steve quirked an eyebrow at him, asking a question Eddie had only ever said yes to.

"A good boy finishes the job," Steve said firmly, shifting to loosen the tie of his apron and toss it aside. "Every drop of cream."

Eddie grinned, leaning back on his heels, hands fisted at his side, as Steve shifted forward and unbuttoned his pants, unzipping the fly tooth by metallic tooth.

To watch his savior, his sweetheart, his Steve shifting between boldness and vulnerability had the ability to take Eddie's breath away. It had been like that the first time they were together and he could only hope it lasted for the rest of his life.

Steve pulled his pants open, revealing a swath of white cotton that was already turning translucent with the proof of his arousal.

Eddie felt something lurch in him, the urge to press his face, his mouth, against that damp fabric, to suck in the scent of Steve until it was buried so deep in his lungs he could never be without it.

He swallowed hard against a rush of saliva as Steve used one hand to pull the band of his underwear down and tuck it under his cock. The other hand was pressed against Eddie's head. Half caressing him and half restraining him.

When Steve was fully revealed he released Eddie, running his now empty hands over his erection, brushing his fingers lightly over the taut darkened skin. His thumb brushed the head, gathering up that moisture and Eddie felt his eyes widen as Steve raised his thumb to his own mouth.

He groaned. That was his. That was for him.

"Now, now," Steve said. "I thought you were my good boy. Good boys don't whine."

Eddie fought the urge to press a hand to his own erection as he watched Steve delicately lick his thumb, savoring the gesture.

"Hm. Not too bad," Steve murmured, his eyes wide and dark. "You want a taste?"

Eddie nodded, gritting his teeth as Steve repeated the action, this time offering his thumb to Eddie.

Eddie let his mouth drop open, let Steve's thumb coated with cum and spit and sweat press against his tongue. When Steve nodded Eddie closed his mouth around the digit, sucking lightly, flexing the muscle of his tongue against the familiar flesh.

Above him Steve smiled the slow lazy smile he only wore in moments like this. His other hand had returned to Eddie's head, nails scratching gently against his scalp.

"That's good. Oh, you are hungry," Steve said, his voice now carrying a low growl. He used his thumb to pull Eddie closer to his cock. "There you go."

Eddie followed, no thought to move away. No thoughts at all.

As tempting as the sight of Steve's hard cock in his underwear was, it was nothing compared to the sight of his body, bare and unadorned.

Eddie and Steve were roughly the same size and for the most part they were a matched pair and Eddie liked that, liked having a match, but in moments like this Eddie felt almost overwhelmed by the existence of Steve. So all-encompassing that all Eddie could see or feel or smell or taste was Steve.

It had taken time for them to get used to each other's bodies, to the ways they loved to touch, to be touched. Eddie liked a firmer hand, wanted to be wrestled into submission or fight his way to the top.

But Steve liked things slow.

Eddie used his tongue again, tracing the veins and wrinkles in front of him the same way he had followed the twisting lines of the cream covered beaters. He sucked kisses into the crease of thigh and groin. He rubbed Steve's hard flesh against his own freshly shaved cheeks before passing his lips back and forth and over the organ.

Steve's hands returned to Eddie's head, never pressing, not in a moment like this, but holding Eddie's head so still. "Stop playing," he said.

Eddie grinned against Steve's skin and nodded, a small motion but all he felt free enough to make.

And he took Steve into his mouth.

"There you go," Steve said, loosening his hold and leaning back against the edge of the sink.

Eddie followed him, pressing himself further into Steve's groin, clenching his hands around the other man's thighs.

They had been intimate in pretty much every way two men could be with each other and Eddie had enjoyed basically all of it but if he had to pick a favorite it might be this.

Every sense was filled with Steve. Eddie pressed his tongue against the thick vein that ran up his length and felt Steve's groan rise out of the other man and sink into him.

He pressed himself to the root, felt the smooth rounded head of Steve's cock against the back of his throat and he swallowed against it, let his muscles spasm, let a stream of precum and his own saliva run down his chin.

He lips were stretched taut and Steve's nails were digging into his scalp.

"So good," Steve sighed. "You're so good for me. To me."

Eddie redoubled his efforts. He was good, he could be good. He opened his eyes and looked up, watching as Steve's muscles clenched, as his eyes tightened but stayed open, stayed focused on him.

Steve's hips began to lurch, reflexively moving and Eddie moved with them. Chasing every flex and twist with lip and tongue and throat.

He felt his eyes slip closed as Steve rested a hand against his face, thumb tracing the stretched edge of Eddie's bottom lip.

"Love you," he murmured.

Eddie swallowed the first few bursts without thinking before pulling back, letting the rest fall on his tongue.

He leaned back on his heels again, breathing hard as Steve knelt down on the floor in front of him, pulling Eddie into a probing wet kiss.

Eddie leaned forward into Steve, letting the other man take his weight and sinking into the press of Steve's hands on his side and on the back of his neck, the press of their mouths together, not even kissing anymore but just breathing into each other.

Steve's hand fell into Eddie's lap where he was hard and wanting. "You need any help with this," he said, a laugh in his voice.

"Well, if you're offering," Eddie said, his voice rough and thick.

"We probably do need to shower again," Steve said and Eddie hummed in agreement.

They assisted each other up off of the floor and Eddie let himself rest against Steve's back, his hips grinding gently against his boyfriend's plush ass only half covered by now well wrinkled dress pants as the other man moved the bowl of whipped cream into the fridge.

Once it was safely put away Eddie leaned into Steve's space and nipped his earlobe. "You know what Steve," he said. "That cream? Delicious."

Steve barked a laugh as Eddie stepped back and took off towards the bathroom.

[idontevenuse-thissite]

"Killing curse green eyes" is a description that should be reserved for a Harry that is an alarmingly few amount of steps away from using said curse.

[dutybcrne]

Love the fact that Diluc and Kaeya were described to be “like twins” bc I get thinkings of them eerily having like. Smth of twin esp, and it just confusing the HECK outta Crepus endlessly bc only ONE of his boys is his biological son, and yet without a doubt, they were just so attuned to each other, that no matter where they happened to be, o matter how much older they got, they’d IMMEDIATELY beeline for each other if there ever was a shift in mood

[babycharmander]

(BOOK OF BILL SPOILERS)

I just finished reading The Book of Bill and I am kindof losing my mind over some of this stuff.

I had wondered if Alex Hirsch might make Bill sympathetic in some way and oh boy I was not expecting him to do it so successfully (and without cheapening Bill's character).

So, we learn that Bill was born into a 2D world... as a mutant who can see into the third dimension. He claims he was absolutely loved by all, but when talking about his powers, he mentions under Pyrokinesis:

"Cipher, Cipher, he's insane / Starting fires with his brain." The kids in grade school could be so cruel. But where are they now, huh? WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

So probably not quite as liked as he was letting on. To add to that, there's the silly straw page, which looks like silly nonsense until you decipher some of the codes:

"EYE DOCTOR OF A DIFFERENT KIND / WHO WANTS TO MAKE HIS PATIENTS BLIND" "THE DOCTOR SAYS / THREE SIPS A DAY / WILL MAKE THE VISIONS / GO AWAY"

I wasn't sure what this meant until I saw someone point out... he was seeing a third dimension that no one else could see. His parents probably took him to the eye doctor to try to "fix" him. Which, speaking of his eye doctor, the coded message in the section about human eyeballs says something interesting:

"MY OPTOMETRIST NEVER SAW IT COMING"

It could be a joke given beforehand he's talking about dissecting a human eye, but given the previous hints of medical abuse, I wouldn't put it past him that he tried to get revenge on his eye doctor.

Oh yeah and the whole thing about him setting his entire dimension on fire? Yeah it turns out it was entirely a mistake (he just wanted everyone to understand the third dimension he was seeing so they could be free of only two dimensions), he was so traumatized by it he blacks out when trying to recall it. He deeply, deeply regrets it, and...

"What? Your ENTIRE home dimension? destroyed? How? By what?" Bill looked distant, more distant than I'd ever seen him. "By a monster."

He sees himself as a monster.

And yet, he's not some innocent, misunderstood being. He still revels in causing pain and chaos. He's terrible in general, but becomes incredibly abusive toward Ford.

"YOU'RE MY PROPERTY. DON'T FORGET IT. The hillbilly abandoned you, your father won't want you returning without millions, you have no friends, and if you died out here in the snow, who would even miss you?"

Which... speaking of him and Ford...

Yes, yes, I know people ship them. But like, whether you see their relationship as romantic or platonic (I see it as the latter), there's some interesting parallels to be made here.

Both Bill and Ford are mutants who were mocked for their being different. (Bill was not physically a mutant, as far as we know, but more in the sense of him having vision stronger than that of everyone else in his dimension, and also having special powers. And he does describe himself as a mutant.) Both became social outcasts, separated from their families but still haunted by them (Ford seeing commercials of Stan on TV and running across old photos of him and his brother, Bill being haunted by his family in some form). Neither could return home for one reason or another. Both more powerful than their peers (Ford intellectually, Bill in terms of actual powers). Both of them isolated and alone. (Yes, Bill does have the Henchmaniacs, but they seem like shallow friends, and only really seem to follow him out of a desire to have a place to party.)

Ford was not aware of most of this, aside from knowing that Bill could not go home because his dimension was destroyed. But Bill absolutely saw himself in Ford. There was no other person he tried to use whom he felt a stronger connection to.

And he actually seems to care about Ford--he actually gave him a birthday present, and when Ford didn't like it, he decided to get drunk and party with him instead to make up for it.

And then when Ford realizes what Bill's plan actually is and refuses to go along with it, and fights back no matter what Bill does, Bill completely breaks down.

After living for trillions of years, he met someone who was like him, and that person rejected him.

He goes berserk, wreaking havoc, being caught by the dimensional authority that he's been taunting for most of his life.

And then after dying and being cast out of hell for being too annoying, he winds up faced with the Axolotl, who sends him to therapy, where he continues to break down further, sending out the book in a desperate attempt to find someone, anyone who will help him break loose and wreak havoc once again.

"You have no friends, and if you died ... who would even miss you?"

I don't know, Bill. Who would even miss you?

In short,

[ID: The front and back of one of Bill's Valentines cards. On the front is a black void with Bill Cipher lying down without his hat, gazing blankly upwards, with the text "I DON'T WANT TO DIE ALONE" above him. On the back is a simple white "TO/FROM" in red, with a red outline illustration of Bill spontaneously growing a mouth and eating a realistic, bloody heart. /end ID]

[sttoru]

⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. a relaxing day at the beach w/ toji ‘n little megumi, accompanied by their usual bickering and precious moments

tags. dad!toji x wife!female reader. fluff. honestly just the beach episode toji deserves w his family t_t not proof read!

the beach is a beautiful place to rest after a tough week. toji lays on the towel besides yours, bulky arms resting behind his head as he enjoyed the gentle breeze, the smell of the sea mixed with his wife’s perfume.

the peace is quickly disturbed when he feels a small fist claw at his mouth.

“‘gumi, don’t feed papa sand,” your muffled laughter echoes through the busy beach. you watch your husband attempt to fight off megumi’s tiny hands as they pry his lips apart.

toji grunts and moves his head multiple times, but the toddler is determined to get what he wants. “brat—” the dark-haired man scoffs while his hands wrap around megumi’s torso, lifting the little boy in the air as his final resort, “what’s this all ‘bout? wanna kill y’r daddy or sum?”

your son pouts and furrows his brows. “no, i made papa food. burger,” he defends himself and kicks his legs while being held up at arms length. megumi’s tiny fist full of sand manages to reach his father’s lips again, “now papa eat!”

toji lifts megumi up higher, as far away from his face as possible. he takes a second before realising that he indeed had made a request for a burger just moments ago, when his son asked him what he should make out of the sand.

toji totally forgot to play along with megumi’s pretend restaurant game, thinking the boy would halfway forget about it anyway. children’s attention spans are short after all.

seems like his kid is an exception.

“i ain’t eatin’ shit, boy,” toji grunts and turns megumi away, putting the boy back down in the sand between the two beach towels. you’re about to reprimand your husband for his behaviour before your child interrupts.

“this not poo poo!” megumi jabs a finger at his father’s chest, his voice a bit louder. he’s taken great offence to the comment about his imaginary burger, which was now but a cluster of sand particles.

toji snorts and gently flicks megumi’s hand away, “yeah, it is. bet it tastes like ‘poo poo’ too.”

“no! not poo poo!” megumi’s voice rings out before a frustrated whine leaves his lips. his little hands land on toji’s abs, physically punishing him for saying such mean stuff about his hard handiwork.

your husband sticks his tongue out childishly at his sulking son. “‘yes! yes ‘tis poo poo!’ keheh,” toji mocks megumi’s high voice, snorting as he laughs about his own joke afterwards.

the father-son duo bicker for a few more seconds before you sigh and speak up. “can you two just get along for once now? we’re in public, so behave,” you scold them as their voices seemed to get louder. you then glare at your immature husband. he could be such a man-child when it came to arguing with his son, “and you— you’re an adult, so act like one.”

the two of them instantly shut up and their heads turn towards you, their hands that were wrestling with each other also stopping mid-air. megumi pouts and stops attacking his father with his tiny fists. the little boy knows better than to not listen to his mother.

in turn, toji huffs and grumbles something under his breath before grabbing his son to make it up to him.

neither does the grown man dare to defy his wife’s demands.

“yeah, yeah. c’mere, son,” toji responds and places the toddler on his chest, letting the kid rest against him. megumi surprisingly doesn’t pull away and instead curls up in toji’s warm embrace. as much as the two love to (playfully) fight, they also get along extremely well.

you smile and relax back on the palms of your hands. “much better,” you hum in content. your heart swells with affection for your two favorite people on earth. megumi is a carbon copy of his father and it’s the cutest little thing ever.

they both have that subtle pout on their lips as they accommodate to being close and cozy with each other again.

toji runs his callused fingers through megumi’s hair, sighing as he closes his eyes. he doesn’t admit it out loud, but he cares for his kid. if he had to make a choice between either saving his own life or megumi’s, toji’d instantly draw his last breath.

“he’s still a brat,” your husband grumbles to you, sharp eyes watching the way you coddle and coo over the toddler. megumi’s chubby cheek is smushed against toji’s chest and it was an adorable sight. you giggle and capture it on your phone.

toji scoffs, but can’t help the grin tugging at the corner of his scarred lips. he gently rubs the child’s cheek with his knuckles before continuing, “but he’s my brat. ain’t that right, boy?”

megumi lets out a small, soft grunt at his father’s words. the kid is completely silent, content with the way things had played out. perhaps this is what he secretly searched for as well— to receive toji’s attention and a glimpse of his affection.

“aww, how cute!” your smile is beaming as you snap another picture of your family. toji’s soft look is perfectly captured on your phone, with him gently touching megumi’s chubby cheek as the boy laid on his bare chest. pure domestic bliss.

you sigh and look away for one second to change the lockscreen on your phone. humming, you go to your settings and instantly put the picture of your husband and son as your wallpaper on nearly everything.

you tilt your head back only to find toji grinning from ear to ear now, going from gently rubbing megumi’s cheek to full out squishing them between both his hands, amused at the way the fat moves. “kehehe, look at ‘em,” he chuckles.

the little toddler eventually gets fed up with it after squirming and grunting. megumi brings his little fist up—the same one that still had some sand stored from before—and lets the content fly all over toji’s face.

megumi giggles and scrambles off toji’s lap with a victorious grin. he points at his father who’s struggling with getting the sand off his face, the man sputtering and grumbling. he sticks his tongue out, “tha’s papa’s burger.”

you watch as your son waddles over to you and hides into your arms, muffled laughter echoing in your ears. seems like megumi won the battle in the end; successfully holding onto the sand he was planning to feed his dad one way or another.

toji spits out a bit of sand that flew into his mouth from the kid’s surprise attack, “you little shit—”

well, there goes the peace again. you shake your head, but let the two play and fight it out on their own.

. . . just another day in the fushiguro family.

[icarusredwings]

After Logan was given a piece of the girls clothing, he gave a funny look to the officer.

"... did she own rabbits?"

"Awww bunnys!!" Wade coes, interrupting the conversation. He couldn't smell the scent, but he could tell just from the shirt alone that there was animal hair on it. White, slightly dark tipped.

The officer gave a scrunched up look. "About that... she IS a rabbit.."

"What?" Logan growls, about to rip this man a new one when a woman came to him with big watery eyes. "She's not a rabbit! She's a shifter! S-she just got her powers a couple of weeks ago a-and now my baby girl is lost in these woods!"

"So is she a rabbit or not? Because she sure as fuck smells like one."

"Dang Logan, She lost her daughter, it's not her fault." Wade whispers to him, knowing how frustrated he must be but he didn't want him snapping at the poor woman, whos shirt was already soaked (and starting to freeze) from tears, her hair was a mess, the bags under her eyes suggested that she hasn't rested since she's found out her child was missing, and her skirt was hand stitched, patched in some spots.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to calm down." The officer said.

"Don't tell him to calm down! There's a child missing, and so far, you've done jack shit!!" Wade pipes up, stepping forward and pointing a finger at his nose, actually touching it, only for his hand to be slapped away.

"We've tried tracking her down but..." he starts as the mother sobs into her apron.

"Buuuuttt??" The bald man in 2 different hats questioned, not ready to freeze his ass off for this, but he would want someone to do this if his daughter was missing.

Oh.. those were the days. Logan and him arguing over parenting choices, having dinner together, sleeping soundly at night knowing their family was happy and healthy. But now they were empty nesters.

Heh. That must have been the best 20 years of Wade's life. The only good thing about this is that his daughter having his genetics, so she could stay 16 forever if she really wanted too. Each time she died she regenerated back into that mouthy little girl, though it was odd to watch a 25 year old woman turn into a 16 year old again, especially when remembering that she's 21+ by now.

'No way, young lady, you can't drink your underage!!'

'Dad, i'm 25...'

Man... they grew up so fast.. And they were so proud of all of them. Even the adopted ones along the way like that little rascal Leo who apprently was doing quite well for himself now that he was all grown up. Poor guy ended up having a hairy back and a mane so large that it almost mirrored Sabertooths... so much for being a 'late bloomer'

The sweet thoughts go away when the man gestures to three dead rabbits next to them on the side of the road. "The dogs keep going after our suspects.."

"Woah, Hold on a second. You're having a problem with your highly trained shepherd dog's prey drive so you got THE WOLVERINE?? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard and I once googled if I could put a fork in my toaster because half my toaster strudel fell out instead of just unplugging it!" He shouts, arms going up. "Who's in charge of this operation!?"

"You didn't find that out before agreeing to come!?" Logan growls at him only for Wade to roll his eyes. "Oh, calm your knot, Jacob. I didn't know our helpless little girl was actually a single rabbit lost in a forest wonderland!"

Logans brows furrow with that 'Who the fuck is Jacob?' Look, his face showing more confusion then anger now.

"Alright. So here's what we're gonna do." Wade starts.

"Yeah, No. You already ruined your chances at this, it's my turn. You litsen to me, now!" He says, making Wade's hands go up. "Ooh~ Yes sir."

"Shut up!"

"Ok-"

"I'm taking this. I need a coms, give me a couple of hours and a med kit. The kid might be injured, so I might have to fix'em up before carrying them back here. They'll be weak, so maybe some food too. What does she like? Actually, never mind, get me the file." Grabbing the clothing, he decided it would be better to

"OOh fuck- I'm so wet right now." Wade mutters under his breath, getting a 'what the fuck' glance from the officer.

____

By the time Logan collected all that he needed to leave, Wade (of course) was strapped.

"I told you not to bring those. If anything, the gun powder will scare her, and she'll run off." Logan muttered.

"You never know when you'll need to shoot something, Loagie. Besides, I have flares too. And the snacks." He says, opening the bag as they walked, rummaging through it. "Why is there so much deer jerky in here?"

"I like deer jerky." He grumbles, slightly annoyed as the air was pricking his nose.

"I know that but is that the only thing they packed?? Aren't rabbits herbivores?" He says, still looking with a frown. Maybe he should have taken Ro up on that soup...

Not to mention, while he had one idiot in his ear, he had another in the other one.

'Logan, you should be coming up to where-'

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I can smell it." Glancing over, he saw that the puddle of blood from the other rabbit half way already covered with a new layer of pure white.

Squinting, he breathed slowly and smelled deep.

"There's a storm coming.." he says over the mic.

'We know, that's why this is so important.'

"Wait a second, you sent kurt out here KNOWING there was a storm rolling in!? And then you dragged me out here knowing damn well I've never stepped foot in these woods!?"

'He volunteered, and we called you first. You just refused to pick up. And yes you have, you have a cabin somewhere out here.'

"No I don't!"

'Other Logan did.' Scott mutters.

"How many times to I have to fucking tell you that I don't have his memories!? You sent me into unknow-"

His nose twitches, stopping as he got a whiff.

"Oh, he's got something. Whatcha smell boy? Show me!" Wade coes, giggling a bit as he pats his knees, causing Logan to growl, blushing, embarrassed at the puppy talk.

Walking off, he changes direction, leaving the premade path of boot tracks and paw prints.

'What are you doing? Stay on the path!... Logan? Logan! Now is not the time to go all lone wolf! Loga-'

The Wolverine gives a snarl of annoyance, trying to both pinpoint and smell with the nagging in his ear. Taking the head set off and turned, dropping it in Wade's hands, who made a 'Oooh!' Sound, putting it on instead with a big smirk.

"Hiya! You're on air with us at red and yellow radio station! What's your question caller?"

'What? Wade! Give it back to Logan! If he goes off track, we won't be able to-'

"Aht, i'm gonna have to cut you off, caller, This is our mission, our gig. Don't worry, I won't lose the big guy. Right now, he's looking at a tree. And now hes sniffing. Oh now he's glaring at me, and now hes-"

"Wade!! Hush!"

"Sorry caller, gotta go-"

'Wade? Deadpool? Wade!! Don't you dare go rouge! Wade!!!'

Thinking about old Worst Wolverine being called by each of the X men individually after they have a falling out because Logan injured a child very badly to the point the only reason they didn't die is because another classmates healing abilities all while he just... walked away.

Well- ran.. away... leaving a child to die. He's tried to explain thousands of times that he blacked out, that he didn't remember doing any of this. He tries to say that maybe it was someone else, that mystique did this shit all the time in his universe.

"Yeah, well!? This isn't your universe! Because the REAL Logan would never do this.." Scott screams at him as Logan leaves the Mansion for the last time. He doesn't come back. He didn't even get to tell his Xkits goodbye. It got to the point where Laura dropped out, taking Gabby with her, wanting nothing to do with the school anymore.

So now, here he is. In Maine, an old fisherman, part-time hunter, and the only people he lets around him have healing factors.

He lives with Wade, who still- by the way- doesn't have any grey hairs (maybe because hes bald but- yk)

One night, while Logan is out, making himself feel useful by feeding the small town they're in, providing for more poor families, feeding their children's hungry mouths and asking nothing in return but respect. (It gets to the point that the children cheer when they see Logan, wanting to hug him, but he growls at them to get off, too afraid of hurting them) Wade finally awnsers the ringing phone.

"What." There's vemon in his tone, but soon his eyes widden, and he frowns.

Walking outside he stands there a moment, knowing Logan can hear him.

He ignores him, looking at the fish, litsening, his breathing slowing as he skewers some with his claws. Its not exactly spear fishing but- close.

"What?" His voice is almost annoyed, as if knowing what his long time Husband was about to ask him.

"Logan.."

"No."

"Logan-"

He shakes his head. "Don't care."

"...She's missing."

He pauses, turning after scraping the dead fish into a bucket. "Who's missing?"

"There's a little girl missing."

"So?"

"Logan!"

"I'm not helping them, Wade. That's final." He growls.

For a moment, Wade frowns, but he didn't learn to obey thy husband like the bible said.

He never did.

"Logan, there's a 6 year old out there. All alone. Cold. Probably going to be eaten by wolves!" He shouts from the back porch, knowing his place enough to stay here and not come near his fish. Even after all these years, Logan was still finicky over his food. "And all because some old fart won't help her!"

The silence thickened as Logan thought about it, the hero side of his brain yelling 'We'll find her!' And the hurt old part of him saying 'That's not my buisness.'

".. You find her then." He compromises.

"I can't! And if anyone knows those Canadian woods, it's you! You said you knew those forests like the back of your hand!" Wade protests. "If I could smell someone through miles of freezing snow, I would. But I can't. So here I am, asking The Wolverine to go do what he does best."

He grunts, glaring. "And that is?"

"Helping a little girl get back to her mommy..." Wade says, knowing that he was sold. He knew he was sold the moment he told him to do it himself. "She doesn't have much time, Logan." He sighs, putting a cherry on top.

The greyed man huffed, grumbling under his breath for a moment. "Who will stay here with the dog?"

"Gabby can! She loves gabs." Gott'em.

"What about Laura? Why can't she find her?"

Shit.

"Logan, Laura has barley been in those woods. You've lived in them for years. So. What will it be. Pull up your panties and go save a little girls life? Or do it anyway when our baby girl gets lost too?"

Logan scoffs, disappointed. "..She wouldn't get lost.."

"She would if the scent kept being blown away.."

Wade adds, seeing the 'god damn it, he's right.' look on the old mans brow.

He lets out a large sigh. "...I don't want any help."

"Oh well too fucking bad bucko, I'm gonna go pack my snow suit!"

"No! I mean... I don’t want any help from THEM.."

"No promises. I'm not letting poor Susie die just because you have a grudge. Now put your fish in the freezer and lets go! They're coming to pick us up-"

"I ain't flying!!" Logan snarls, watching as his lover ran off, having a deep feeling that he would be in the air shortly..