#Do you think the bouncers have noticed him any of those times?

[wolfssixshadows]

Friendly reminder that Kaz goes to stare at the Emerald Palace everytime he feels low on rage. Just one good look at the eyesore and he's back and ready to take on the world.

[delicateflowerss]

DARK RED

That time of the month came early, and now the local vampire won't leave you alone.

Warnings: 18+, DUB-CON, period kink, blood, compulsion, blood drinking

Pairing: Roman Godfrey x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

happy spooky season and enjoy the first tale of spooktober <3

All you see is red. 

You were letting the warm water run down your back, closing your eyes in bliss. 

But when you opened them, you were met with red. Dripping down your thighs and staining the water going down the drain. 

You sigh with frustration at the fact that you’re early. 

Of all days, you had to get your period on Halloween. 

With how your luck has been lately, you’re not surprised. 

You get out of the shower, dry off and grab a tampon, hoping that you can still have a fun night out with your friends. 

~ 

A crisp autumn breeze makes you hug your arms closer to you. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you look around at the busy street. Everywhere you look, people are dressed in costumes. They’re either waiting in line for the club you’re standing outside of or walking to another destination. 

You grow uneasy as you don’t see any sight of your friends who said they would meet you there.  

You shift from one ruby red slipper to the other as you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching you.  

It’s a heavy feeling, one that makes you feel claustrophobic.  

But you look around and find no one staring at you. 

You try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. You realize you’ve been a little paranoid since you got fired from your job last month. 

You’re not exactly sure why. Whether it was a blow to your confidence or you felt that you pissed off the wrong guy in town. 

Hemlock Grove is small and he takes up a large part of it. 

“Hey!” 

Your breath hitches as you turn around, finding your friends in front of you. 

You feel yourself relax as you take in the familiar smiling faces. So stuck in your mind, you guess you didn’t hear them approaching you. 

“Sorry we’re a little late. Abby couldn’t find her cat ears.” 

You notice Abby roll her eyes and fix the ears on top of her head.  

“You look amazing!” Sara changes the subject, looking you up and down. 

You can’t help but grin before complimenting her on her own costume. 

“Thanks for waiting in line. Looks like we’ll be let in soon,” Sara says as she eyes the decreasing line ahead. 

“I’ve been waiting for this all week,” Abby says. 

“Is that why you lost the most important part of your costume?” 

Abby makes a face at Sara’s teasing.  

“I just hope some guy in a cheap vampire costume doesn’t hit on me like last year.” 

You and Sara just laugh at Abby’s comment as you all are let inside the club by the bouncer. 

As you walk in, you feel like your ears have gone inside your head. With the music and the amount of people, it’s deafening. 

The only lights on are colored. You blink, your vision going from purple to green to red. 

You and your friends walk up to the bar, lit up and decorated with fake spiders and cobwebs. 

Sara eyes the decorations before noticing people being served a bright blue drink with gummy eyeballs. 

“We have to get those,” she tells you and Abby. 

You nod, just wanting some sort of alcohol in your system. 

But while your friends order drinks, you can’t help but look around. 

They really went all out this year, you think, your eyes wide with awe. 

Your eyes scan the plastic gravestones before seeing someone that takes any wonder out of you and replaces it with a colder feeling. 

He stands across the room, staring at you. 

In a sea of people dressed in costumes. He’s the only one who isn’t.  

He takes his cigarette out of his mouth before letting the grey smoke furl from his pink lips.  

It surrounds him like a cloud before vanishing and then the cigarette is back in his mouth. He inhales, ready to do it again. 

For some reason, you continue to watch him.  

And he does the same, making that intense eye contact with you that you never liked. Even in a dark place like this, you can still make out that his eyes are green. 

It doesn’t even cross your mind that he shouldn’t be smoking in here.  

But that’s probably because rules don’t apply to men like Roman Godfrey. 

You finally turn away from him, but it feels difficult as if it takes all your strength to do it. 

Before you can think too much about why Roman does what he does and what he’s doing at this club on Halloween night, Sara hands you your drink. 

You take a much-needed gulp of it, tasting the sugar masking any alcohol. 

You follow your friends to a corner of the club, away from Roman. And when you gather the courage to look at him again, you find that he isn’t there anymore. 

Your eyes flit in a panic. You hated the idea of him standing in one spot, staring at you. But not knowing where he is now makes your heart race. 

You try to swallow down your fear before you see that a group of guys have approached you and your friends. 

You take another gulp of your drink as one of them walks up to you. It looks like he’s fighting off a smirk as he looks you up and down. 

“Dorothy, huh? That’s adorable,” he says and you can hear the condescending edge to his tone. 

You look at his own costume, noting the lack of effort that he put into it. 

You decide to at least smile, giving him some sort of reaction.  

He introduces himself and you look over at your friends, who seem preoccupied with the guys hitting on them. 

You had somewhat hoped that this wasn’t what you guys would end up doing this year. But you decide to play along.  

At least you know you won’t be going home with the guy since that time of the month came early. 

You offer up your name to him and try to answer his questions over the loud music. 

After a little while, he asks you if you want to dance. 

At first, you’re hesitant but when you look to where your friends were standing and don’t find them, you agree. 

Any thoughts of Roman disappear when you finish the blue liquid in your cup. 

And any thoughts of the guy you’re with disappear when you surround yourself with a ton of sweaty dancing bodies. 

The bass of the music shakes the floor and you can’t help but close your eyes as all you can focus on is that. 

It isn’t until the song changes that you open your eyes. 

When you do, the man you were with has completely vanished. You look around, unable to find him and you don’t think you can even remember what his name was. 

You search until you feel someone standing right behind you. 

You freeze, not able to move as if your feet have been planted to that exact spot on the dance floor. 

You want to move but he puts his hands on your shoulders like he’s stopping you.  

He waits a few moments before dragging them down your arms and you feel like you can’t even take a breath. 

You know who it is, as his pale hands try to grab yours.  

But you tear away from him, snapping the roots that were keeping you hostage. 

You turn to face him and you’re not surprised to find Roman looking down at you. 

You can’t read a single emotion on his face besides the slight trace of annoyance. 

But you think you have him beat on who is more annoyed. 

You don’t waste any time in storming away from him and the dance floor. But before you can get very far, he grabs your arm, yanking you toward him. 

“What’s your problem?” he asks, annoyance now more prominent in his expression. 

Your confusion turns to anger as you send him a searing glare. 

“My problem?” you echo. “What do you think my problem is, Roman?” 

He stares back at you with a question in his eyes and you don’t know if you want to laugh at him or pity him. 

You suppose that there’s a softness to Roman’s face, a boyish quality in his big round eyes and pouty lips. And that’s what lures you in, until you realize there’s something more sinister behind those eyes and in the curve of the ever-present scowl on his face. 

You’re not even surprised he’s trying to sleep with you now. You heard that’s something he does with all his assistants. 

You almost found it odd that he never tried anything with you the whole time you were employed by him. 

You take your arm out of his forceful grip. 

“I’m not going to sleep with you or whatever you want right now, Roman. You fired me for no fucking reason,” you yell but your voice is still not loud enough over the music. 

“I was good at my job. I did everything you asked and then you threw me out in front of everyone. It was humiliating,” you stop yourself when your voice cracks. 

For once, Roman has nothing to say.  

All he does is avert his gaze from you and all you can do is shake your head and walk away.  

You just want to get out of there but you realize you need to go to the restroom first. 

After searching for a couple minutes, you’re surprised to find the restroom with no line outside of it. 

The bathroom is dark, painted black with red stall doors. That uneasy feeling comes back as the space is strangely empty with no one around. 

You find a stall and lock it. 

You check your phone and see a message from Sara telling you that they have left without you.  

Of course, you think, rolling your eyes. 

You would be out of here right now too if you hadn’t gotten your period. 

You check your purse for a new tampon after taking out the old one. But after scurrying through the contents of your purse, you find nothing. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you whisper. 

There’s absolutely no one around and you didn’t notice any tampon dispensers in the bathroom. 

Deciding that you’re about to leave anyway, you pull up your underwear and hope for the best. 

You leave the restroom, eyes on the floor as you think this might be the worst Halloween you’ve ever experienced. 

“Where’s Toto?” 

You almost can’t believe it when you hear his voice. But then you find him standing right in front of you. 

His height almost makes you feel trapped but it doesn’t stop you from showing how you really feel. 

“What?” 

One simple word from you holds every ounce of resentment you have towards him right now. 

“You’re supposed to be some slutty version of Dorothy, right?” 

“You’re such a dick,” you spit out before trying to go around him. 

He stops you with a light touch from his large hand. You look up at him, waiting for him to say something. 

He’s quiet for a moment while he runs his other hand through his hair, fighting with himself to get what he wants. 

Finally, he says your name. 

It’s soft but slightly demanding. 

You keep your attention on him like it’s something you don’t have to think about. 

The exit sign nearby bathes him in a blood red light. 

“Let’s talk outside,” is all he says. 

And for some entirely unknown reason, you agree. 

You follow him through the nearby exit, out into the alley. 

The music and sounds of the club are muffled now and you take in the eerie silence. 

You fix your gaze to him, waiting for him to speak. 

“I don’t want you to think I fired you for no reason,” he begins. 

You can tell it’s difficult for him. Roman doesn’t seem like the type to apologize or to willingly talk about his feelings. 

He looks at you and you can’t help but look back, gazing deeply into his eyes. 

“I fired you because I couldn’t stand being around you.” 

You feel like you’ve been kicked in the chest. 

“And it’s not what you think,” he continues, starting to walk toward you. 

You back up, each step taking you closer to the brick wall behind you until your back hits it, a small grunt leaving your lips. 

He steps closer and closer to you until he closes the gap between you two. 

You’re nervous, unsure of what to do, but all you can do is stare into those eyes. 

His voice gets lower as his mouth gets closer to you. 

“I fired you so I wouldn’t do something I regret.” 

You open your mouth in confusion, trying to form the words but instead he stops you with his lips hungrily kissing your open mouth. 

He licks inside your mouth as you breathe him in, your fingers twisting up the fabric of his black sweater. 

He moves his mouth away from yours and finds your neck. You move your head back to let him lick the column of your throat, nibbling at the delicate skin that covers the blood pumping through your body. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt hungrier,” he whispers until he hesitates. 

His hands move down your body, going under your dress and finding your underwear. 

But you stop him, your hand finding his. 

“Roman. I can’t.” 

He shushes you and says, “I could smell you from the moment you walked into the door.” 

You furrow your brow at his words and you almost stop him again but his movements are careless as he quickly rips off your underwear and kneels down before you. 

You look down at him, waiting for his reaction but he barely even takes a look at you before putting his tongue to your core. 

A moan escapes your lips as you throw your head back. He continues to lap at you, drinking the blood that pours from in-between your legs. 

You tangle your fingers into his hair as pleasure courses through you, the feeling rising within you as each cry comes from your mouth. 

He takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on the swollen bud and letting his tongue brush over it.  

He moves his lips down, through your bloody folds and your eyelids flutter as you pull Roman’s hair harder. 

He continues like that while pleasure has completely replaced any disgust you have for Roman’s actions.  

Your breathing is fractured and as he takes your clit into his mouth again, you feel complete bliss overtake you as you let out one last moan. 

Your mind feels hazy as Roman stands back up. 

Then you blink, finding Roman’s lips and chin covered in blood. 

Confusion, fear, and disgust cloud your mind as you watch him slowly lick his lips as if he wouldn’t want to waste a single drop of you. 

His stained lips curve into a smirk before he brushes his thumb across your chin. Then he says something in that usual cocky tone of his. 

“Maybe I should hire you back. Then we can do this more often.” 

[solar4seekstron]

Transformers One x reader: Awakening Chapter Two

Chapter 2: Map

Chapter One, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six

Transformers One x Cybertronian!GN!reader

TW/tags: Long chapter, reader’s dragged along, D needs a hug, the reader is safe from Elitas grasp, B and Reader get along very well. You think he funny deal with it lol, I believe that’s all

(Note: Yes chapter 2 lets go! Like chapter one this will be pretty long as well. I also decided to add two characters who I really love, especially MTMTE being Ratchet and Drift. At the time though since it’s before the war Drift is still Deadlock I don’t think he had a different name before becoming a deception so I’ll just be putting Deadlock as a name for the story. I like to think Deadlock in the story has a cog but we don’t see or hear of him. At least I don’t think so I’m going to add him here. If you guys want to imagine him being your favorite bot or cogless that’s totally fine. I’m just having a good time. Ratchet will show up in the medical bay scene later. The two already knowing and have eat Y/N before. Helping give some lore dump of Y/Ns past like hinted earlier in the first chapter. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this long chapter!)

It was the day of the Iacon 5000. Many of the Cybertronians with cogs and not go to the arena to see many races and by far the most exciting thing of the day for them. Y/N is seen walking by their self into the stadium along side other miners and other cybertronians with cogs. They make their way getting a pretty good seat to watch the race. They would seat next to a few miners. Next to Y/N was Deadlock, someone who worked clubs as a bouncer dealing with customers. At first he didn’t notice them since they were so small. They would put their hand on his arm to gently grab his attention causing him to look around confused until he looks down

”Ah. Y/N so glad you could come my dear.” He would put his hand on their back as he continues to talk

”Can’t wait to see the race I see. Must be tiring working all those mines for hours”

”It has it’s moments but just shows how strong I am to do it pretty much everyday.”

”I bet. I can’t imagine how you can do that for so long. Then again I work at a club so I shouldn’t complain. Heh If you had a cog I would be taking you places. A shame really. You cogless bots gotta work all the fragging time. Ain’t fair that I can’t see you all the time.” His arm would then be around their shoulders as he looks forward. Y/N would chuckle to what he said but then look down a little sad. Looking at his hand then forward again as they waited for the race to start. Deadlock continueing to speak to another bot next to him not moving his arm.

*With Orion and D-

D and Orion were walking together as they talked about the race.

“The Iacon 5000 is finally here!”

“I have a surprise for you. Come on.” Orion pats D on the shoulder. Grabbing his attention.

“Where are you going? The stadium is that way.” D says to Orion, turning to look at him.

“Yeah yeah I know. But follow me.” D would sigh and reluctantly follow behind him.

“Great. We’re gonna be late now. I wanted good seats. We came all this way to miss the opening ceremony. This is wonderful.”

“Trust me I know what I’m doing. Hold up. Get caught in one of those. It’ll launch you halfway across the city.”

“Ok where are you taking me?”

“Don't be a glitch, this will be totally worth it. Trust me.”

“Hey you don’t be a glitch. I know this is like fun for you like we joke around but if you make me miss any part of the Iacon 5000 I swear I will smelt your face right off your…”

D soon realizes he and Orion are inside the starter line. Seeing thee crowd and the racers coming in from different directions

“Welcome! To the Iacon 5000. There they are. Put your hands together for todays competitors are taking the field.”

“Look! Look! There’s Thunderglide! And Bahemoth! Unbelievable! I feel like I’m in the race…..You did this..for me?”

“No. I did this…for us.” The two would fist bomb as they looked at eachother

“And now. The moment you all been waiting for. The Icon an Iacon. The Savior of Cybertron. Quintessons fear him but we love him! Our Leader. The One and Only! Sentinel Prime!”

Sentinel Prime would fly down from a tall tower and fly down to the stadium as the lights of the city followed him. Y/N would see him. Deadlock not really caring much rolling his eyes as he removes his arm from around Y/N to check his polish. Y/N would then get the idea and and stand reaching their hand up as high as they can for Sentinel to give them a high five. He will fly close to the the other Cybertronians and give a few high fives as they raised their hands. Sentinel notices them as he flew down seeing them raise thier hand and looking at him. He almost loses focus and makes sure to get to them. Y/N being the last one to get a high five before he goes to his spot in the sky and speaks.

“Yes! It feels so good to be here with you all today! My friends. My Cybertronian family. It has be precisely 50 cycles since the Quintessons attacked our home. 50 cycles since we lost the matrix of leadership and our energon supplied dried up. 50 cycles since the battle that killed the other primes my brothers and sisters in arms. Today we honor the primes who gave their lives for ours and show them that the strength of Cybertron will never be diminished.”

Y/N would watch as the primes appear and start to think to their self as Deadlock cheers wanting the race to start. Deadlock would notice Y/N still standing and chuckles his himself as he looks forward again. Still sitting down.

“Racers! On your marks!” The racers start to transform

“I can’t believe we get to watch from the starting line! At the best seats of the house! Why'd you bring jet packs?”

“Get Set!”

“Its time we show them we are more than meets the eye.”

“Oh no..”

From there Sentinel shoots his blaster and the racers soon start. Deadlock now standing as he cheers for his favorite racer. Y/N watches but then notices two bots flying with jet packs. Them soon looking familiar. They would gasp after the realization of who they are.

“And they’re off!”

From there the two would fall down and Orion would catch D as D was upside down. Him screaming as Orion looked forward with a smile plastered on his face.

“Are you crazy?!”

“Sure feels like it.”

“The Iacon 5000 has begun.”

“Sorry. Are those miners in the race?”

“Miners! Those are miners! Like us!”

“Can’t believe what I’m seeing here. There are miners trying to run in the Iacon 5000!”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“This is insane!”

“There’s miners in the race!”

“Miners?!”

“Where?!”

“They can’t even transform!”

“It’s Orion Pax and D-16!”

“This is a first in Iacon 5000 history! How are they going to survive?”

“If we survive this I’m going to kill you!”

“I accept those terms!”

“Going into the led down the main strip. Followed by scape and skyfire!”

“Hey look out!”

The two would then have to start running continuing the race

“I owe you one!”

“More like a 1000!”

Sentinel was watching the two run with his hands behind is back in almost disbelief

“I can’t believe we’re not in last place!-“

“Beat it, Miner!”

“Darkwing delivers a devastating blow.”

“We’re not fast enough!”

“Improvise!”

The two say to each other running into a tunnel with the other racers. One by one the two would jump on another Cybertronian. D continuing to be polite to the others being a big fan while Orion was sort of having fun at that moment. Soon D would save Orion and the two continue to run joining together to jump out

“Time this right! And. Now!”

“Move!”

One of the racers say trying to warn D. But it was too late and D was hit. Soon D was over the edge but Orion was able to catch him just in time and pull him up. The two ran again before stopping.

“And the miners have fallen way behind. We can now focus on the real contenders on this race.”

The two would then get an idea

“I don’t believe it! The miners take down Darkwing!”

“Ugh! Miners!!”

“Great effort Darkwing!”

“It's all worth it. It actually worked!”

“Is this the dumbest thing we’ve ever done?”

“Oh yeah it’s up there!”

“Wait. Go go go.”

“Four blocks pile up in the magnetic tunnel that the miners are now in first position! This is unbelievable.”

“D!”

“Go! Go! Leave me!”

“No! We do this together!”

“One miner is now carrying the other! Mere steps from the finish line. The most amazing sensational, dramatic, hard working, exciting, thrilling finish in the history of-“

“Yeah!!”

“We have a winner. Chromia comes to take the price! Talk about an Iacon 5000 for the ages.”

“Well second place is still pretty good.”

Then other racers would past them

*After the Race and Orion and D are taken to the Med Bay

Y/N stands up and starts heading to the exits . Deadlock noticed and walks after them.

”Woah hey where are you going?”

“Those two are my friends. I have to make sure they’re all right!”

Deadlock would grab their arm stopping them as other bots walk past the two and he stands next to them

”Don’t worry I’’m sure the doctors and nurses will take good care of them. Come on let me take you out and grab a drink before your shifts.” He puts a hand on their back as they looked up at him

”Maybe next time Lock but I care about my friends. I’ll see you at the next race yeah? I should really go.” They would pat his arm gently as they then leave. Deadlock putting his hands on his hips as he watches them ;eave. Seeming almost disappointed and upset before walking away with the other bots.

*The Medical Bay-

“Reaching Dr. Ratchet. Dr. Ratchet to-“

“Do not worry you’ll be fixed up in no time.”

“Did I win?”

“You- participated.”

“Yaaaay.”

The two past the room with Orion and D. D looking very mad as Orion tries to think of what to say to kill the silence.

“So. How long do you think we'll be here?”

“I’m not talking to you………You know what, I can’t believe you made me do that! We are so screwed!”

“I thought you weren’t talking to me.”

“Hey! I know it’s all a big joke to you! But not me! I was paying my dues. I was going places and now they’re going to bust me down I-I don't even know how many tiers.”

“I’m sorry D. Come on, didn't you feel it? Even for just a second? Didn’t you feel liberated? Didn’t you feel like you were something else? Like you could be more than what they say you are?”

“Yeah I felt it. I did. But it doesn’t matter, we’re going to get punished and demoted. Ugh, Sentinel Prime saw everything! This is so embarrassing!”

From there this tall spider woman walks into the room using her eyes on the side of her to scan the two as they look at her confused and a bit scared.

“It’s clear.”

Sentinel would then walk in. Hands on hips as heeled down at the two.

“Orion Pax. D-16. What you two did today was one of the craziest things I have ever seen.”

“Sir, this is all my idea and we’re so sorry-“

”YOU TWO!!!” The three in the room besides Airachnid were startled by someone yelling as they then hear someone running towards them almost panting. Y/N then appears gong around Sentinel then standing in front of him not really processing he’s there as they look at the two angry and worried. Sentinel look down at them surprised, regonzing them from the crowd as he had his hand up to stop Airachnid from approaching. He then has an intrigued look on his face as he listens to them speak

“Orion what were you thinking putting yourself and D in that situation?! It was awesome but you could’ve died!!”

”Uh Y/N-“ Orion would say

”And D why didn’t you just stop him. What in the forever spark of Primus could have convinced you that-“

D would stops them grabbing their hand and pointed at Sentinel.

”Oh hey Sentine- Sentinel?! OH! Sir I am so sorry. Mostly for these two. I’m sure something like this will never hap-“

“I loved it!”

The three woukld look as him confused and shocked

“You did?”

“How can anyone not love it? You gave my best racers a real run for their money!”

Y/N would walk back a bit to stand next to D. Putting a hand on his shoulder as they listen to Sentinel

“So we’re not getting demoted?”

“Demoted?” They would start laughing. D and Orion laugh nerviously as Y/N only chuckled a bit

“The fact of the matter is. We are halfway into the first shift since the race ended. And that mining crew has already reached one hundred-fifty percent quota. You inspired them to work harder!”

“Sentinel Prime, Sir. We joined the race to show everyone our potential. That we bots can do more then just mine-“

“Outstanding. I love a bot that can think for himself! Perhaps you two could tour the mines. Speak to your brethren and help them see their potential.”

“Wow. Great. That- that sounds incredible! I-i would love to be-“

“Sir. It’s time.”

“Ba. Yes. I’m sorry friends. We’re preparing our next travel to the surface. But in the meantime, I got a treat for you. Hang tight. Airachnid have someone escort these heroes to my personal service facilities. Best care in Iacon. Ah, and Y/N I believe was it? Maybe you can join me up until my depart seeing you’re a good friend of these two and you can help me figure-out how we can make the city with the miners a better place with these two.”

“Oh sir that would be wonderful but I believe I should start heading to the mines before my superior gets mad at me for being late. I can always join later though as these two finish getting their special care.” D chuckled a bit and Orion hummed. Sentinel looked a bit disappointed his eye brows farrowed as he looks at Y/N then at the two. His smile retuning

“Well that’s just fine. I look forward to seeing you join us for a little meeting for the miners of Iacon. Until next time legends!”

He especially winked at Y/N who looked a bit confused as the other two didn’t notice

“Sentinel Prime. Ahh Thee Sentinel Prime!”

“You still mad at me?”

“I am less mad at you.”

“I’m telli-“ The two are then grabbed by the their shoulders. Orion on his right and D on has left as Y/N stood in front of them again and shook them a little

”You two ain’t off the hook yet! It is still stupid and you two were idiots!….But you’re alive and seems like you aren’t that harmed from racing luckily. So when we return from Sentinels quarters after you two better have a really. Really good apology! You got that?!”

The two nod saying yes to make them happy. They would turn to walk out but then look back at them and gives them a quick hug. Their arms around the both of them so their heads are close to theirs

”Just try to not scare me like that ok all right?” They would pull back their hands on their shoulders again then smiles with also worry in thier eyes. Then turns around and walks out. Right at the door then pointing at the two

”Good apologies.” Causing the two to chuckle watching as they left

“I’m telling you D I got a feeling that everything is going to change wer- we’re going to go-“

From there Darkwing walks in very upset

“Miners!”

“Ahh..Darkwing.”

*With Y/N-

They walk out of the medical bay and passes Ratchet. He waves at his patient saying he’ll only step out for a moment and walks to speak to Y/N outside the room and go for a little walk.

”Ah Y/N good to see you’re well and healthy. How’s the new team? Are they treating you well? Was there an injury that cause you the need to come here?”

”Yes Ratchet they’re a lot nicer then my last team. But I can’t really say the same with the surpiors. But I like it. Just came to check up on a couple friends. Going to the mines right now to see a friend at waste management.”

”That’s good to hear. At least it’s safer and I don’t have to see you in my hospital much anymore.”

Y/N only chuckles a bit embarrassed and almost looks sad. Once at the front Ratchet look turn to look at them

”You take care now and get plenty of rest”

”I will. Good seeing you Ratchet.”

*Orion and D during that time-

Darkwing then flies the two down the sub levels

“No! No! Wait wait! You don't understand we were suppose to Sentinel Primes service pods-“

“You two dots aren’t going to see anyone ever again! I’ll make sure of that!”

“You’re making a mistake! Ask Sentinel!”

“Hate that guy.”

They then see a yellow bot. Soon the bot is walking to them pointing at them.

“You! How did you get down here? There’s no access. There is no one else here but me! N one- You’re real?! You- you- you- you’re others! You’re not me! You’re here! And you’re not me!”

“Uh yeah?”

“Awesome! I am so sorry that must’ve been so weird for you. I-i just haven’t had a lot of company since they put me down here in sub level 50.”

“50? But there are only 40 sub levels.”

“That’s what I thought. Turns out there are 10 more. And they are not pleasant. Probably why no one ever really talks about them.”

“How long have you been down here?”

“How long have I been here? Ha! Lets see, uh. Somewhere between a long time and forever. I mean I had other jobs but I kept getting reassigned ‘cause I’m so good at what I do. Oh! I’m B-127 by the way. But you can call me B. I’m actually working on some nicknames the one I’m floating right now it’s badassatron which is actually pronounce. “Badassatron” But if you have any critiques.”

“Yeah uh. Great great. How- how do we get out of here?”

“Great question. You don’t.”

“We don’t?!”

“Nope. We have limited access to the waste management area but the new shift manager there does not like distractions. No, they prefer we stay here on the task at hand.”

“Which is?”

“Oh, The scrap comes in from the shoot there onto the coveyor velt our job is to look for anything that might be worth salvaging before it hits the furnace and gets smelted.”

“So you just watch garbage burn?”

“Yes! It is so great that you are here now! I can’t wait to learn everything about you, and then tell you everything about me! I have a lot of hopes and dreams that I am just dying to share with one or two new best friends!”

“Uh yeah we- we love to.”

“Where are my manners? Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew. Hey guys!! We got company! This is EP508. This is A-A-tron. And this fella here is Steve.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah. He’s foreign.”

“Question. Do they talk back to you?”

“Um. They’re not real. What- jeez. They think I’m that crazy?”

“No no. It’s just you been down here for-“

“I was talking to Steve.”

“Classic Steve!”

“What is that?”

“Look at this guy”

“Its coming from the side-“

“Steve! Noooooooo!”

“I am so sorry.”

“Steve! Nooooo! My Steve!”

“Uh we can fix it! Don't worry! We uhh-“

“Quintesson ambush! Calling the high guard for immediate support. Immediate support!!”

“That’s Alpha Trion.”

“One of the Primes?”

“Repeat. Zeta prime has fallen.”

“It’s an SOS message.”

“Protect the matrix! Sending location coordinates. Sending location coordinates.”

“Holy Primus.”

“Those are coordinates to a location on the surface. This could be where the primes died in the Quintessons war. Which means this is where we can find the matrix of leadership.”

“What are you talking about? It’s an old beacon inside a statue made of garbage.”

“Or it's a clue of how we can find matrix of leadership.”

“No. No way. Absolutely not.”

“Hey D. Come on. This could be our chance to show everyone that we’re not-“

“You already tried to show everyone in the race you tricked me into running which got us stuck down here in this waste hole with this- uhh really cool guy.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“I’m just saying-“

“There’s a reason why no one goes to the surface; it's dangerous! I’m waiting right here until Sentinel Prime finds us.”

“Oh Okay. Yeah well we’ll just stay here forever. That's cool with you B?”

“Forever? This is great! New coworkers and roommates! There’s plenty of room now that Steve is dead. I usually sleep on the conveyor velt but you can totally have it. I’ll just sleep in the corner next to A-A-Tron. Plenty of room for you guys to stretch out too because you guys are taller and I am you know what I mean? You know what I mean?”

“Hey D what do you think Sentinels reaction will e if you personally handed him the Matrix of Leadership that You found-“

“Ok stop. I know what you’re trying to do. And it's definitely working. I’m in!”

“Haha! Yeah buddy!”

“How do we get to the surface?”

“You're kidding me. The surface? Easy. I know a way. But it won't be easy.”

The three will then proceed to climb the trash shoot.

“Why is there so much trash?”

“Warning next time please. My mouth was open.”

“Only 49 sub levels to go.”

“Waste disposal trains are the only vehicles that go all the way to the surface.”

“Yeah but they don’t allow passengers ‘cause the trains are autonomous.”

“Yeah that’s the “won’t be easy part.”

“That’s perfect. We’ll be safe inside the train.”

*Meanwhile with Y/N-

Y/N continues to head to waste management. Where Elita was still working at. They would pass by the surpiors as they are their way over tho Elita. They see Elita picking up a box and making her way to the train. They would follow her. After she put the box down she would go to a bigger box and look to see who’s closer. That’s when Y/N waved and stood on the other side of the box.

”Hey Elita, how you holding up?”

”Only the best I can Y/N. Though I can be of more use else where.”

”Hey at least you have a pretty good job and you know Orion didn’t mean to do what he did. He really is sorry.” Y/N says as Elita looked at them then down a upset

”It’s whatever. At least I wont have to see that scrapping face again. Mind helping”

”Not at all”

The two pick up the box together and start to carry it into the train. The two walk out as another two bots with a big box go in then put theirs down in the middle of the room

“That's the last one. Start her up.”

The three would land on the train sneakily and get through one of the small doors on top of the train. Getting in quietly after seeing two other bots leave. Y/N old walk to the other miners until she notices there’s one more box. She’ll pick it up and walk back into the train. Y/N would wait staying close by thre trai while the other miners just talked.

“Hold up. One more. I’ll lock it down.”

She would then see the open door on the ceiling. Scoffing and even chuckling as she walked back in.

“Heh thanks for being an idiot whoever you are.Turning you in will definitely get me promoted back a rank or two.” Y/N would notice her still in the train. They then walk standing a little pass the doors inside the train about to speak until they witnessed what happens next

“Got her!”

“Wait wait wait.”

“Elita stop!”

“Orion??” Y/N and Elita say at the same time

“Hold on let me-“

“Security! Sound the alar-“

The doors would close and the train would start moving forward to its destination. Elita will grow annoyed and start running towards the front of the train.

“Elita wait- Orion. D-16 what in primus is going on?!”

“I’ll tell you later but right now I need to stop her!”

”What?!”

“She’s headed towards the entry.”

The three start chasing Elita and Y/N just groans then starts chasing them. Staying behind D

“Don’t worry I got this! Hold on, let me explain we’re on a mission!”

“So am I! To ruin your life!”

The train would then go up. Elita getting on a box as the others would fall back because of the gravity. Y/N was able to hold on to a box where they watch the others fall back

“Elita, wait we found a message. We know-“

Elita would then kick the box down and keep climbing up the train as the box would almost land on Orion until B pushed Orion before getting hit

“This bot is crazy! Who is she??”

“Deadend Elita! There’s no way uhh..Well she’s gone.”

Elita was able to make it out of the train. climbing you as the others follow behind. Orion soon on her tail as B comes out next and then D.

“Why! Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this?”

“Climb Faster!”

Y/N continues to follow behind going up the train ladder after D as they climbed up. As the four continue to follow her the train soon goes in a straight line once more and then down before going forward once more again causing the four to hit the train after holding on. Orion then sees his opportunity and grabs her leg.

“Gotcha!

Elita would then turn to punch him but seeing the surface for the first time soon stops her. The five stand up as they look ath the same direction. Y/N would step a bit closer to D. Being both fasciated but scared of they are currently witnessing. D noticed this and sets his hand on their left shoulder to bring them a sort of comfort

“The surface.”

“It’s beautiful..” Orion would look at her

“It’s incredible…”

“I am…speechless.”

“Elita, listen to me, we know where the Matrix of Leadership is.”

“Oh sure, and I’m really a prime. I just prefer loading crates in toxic waste- woah where I’d you get this?”

“From my friend Steve. Orion killed him.”

“I did not kill Steve.”

“He was never alive.”

“What?” Elita and Y/N both say. As Orion and Elita spoke D puts his hand back on their shoulder

”It’s a long story. Also this is B.”

”Hi!”

“Oh uh hello B.”

“Sentinel told us he was going to the surface and then we found this message. We figured that we can hand deliver it to him or scout the location ourselves. Whichever comes first.”

Elita would stare at the map for a good second before looking at Orion

“This was too important to wait. It will change all of our lives.”

“No no no no. I’m not going to get demoted again because of you. I’m turning this rig around and I’m notifying the o-“

Elita starts walking to the head of the train once more Orion watching her along with B and Y/N but D would speak.

“Hey hey guys? What is that? Is it getting bigger?”

“Or closer?”

As the five watched, B would start running. The others soon joining him running back the open door.

“No no no no no no no-“

“Don't close. Stop closing. Don't close! It’s closed!”

The five will start trying to open the door. But the giant transformation is soon closer and the five turn their head and look at the now mountain. Fear on their faces they all grab the railes and hang on tightly

“Come on!”

“Oh now I know why no one comes to the surface!”

Soon the transformation causes the train to shake and at times loses its gravity. This causes the five to let go without meaning to. Causing them to fly and soon hit the ground. Elita would then open her optics

“Elita…..Elita….You ok?”

Elita would punch him on reflex and trys to stand up while Orion was still on the floor as he touched his jaw. B in the back upside down as his legs stay outside moving. D then comes up grabbing Bs leg and starts pulling to help. Y/N was on the floor between the four mostly their head and upper back on the floor as their legs are over their head and seems to not be moving. But can be heard groaning a bit

“Please stop punching me in the face!”

“Iacon. The trai- Where’s the train?!”

“Relax! Ok here it comes. Aaaaand there it goes. Ok I was wrong about that it was going the other way-“

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH”

Oh yeah Chapter 2! Next chapter will be released on Tuesday so in 4 days

[ivelle-serenity]

Skateboard 10

Wind breaker

fem bodied reader | smut | action | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | hyuk/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | the other woman (?) | reverse harem | fluff | SLOW BURN! | all characters featured are 18+

author's note: i just want to inform you all that I've already posted this story on AO3. my account name is IvelleSerenity. it's a bit more detailed there compared to here on Tumblr.

✧˖° — windbreaker men

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

✧˖° — this is a story not one shot.

I saw the door open. Joker entered with a dog in his arms. I raised an eyebrow at him.

Great, just great. Wooin's threat turned out to be real. Now I'm trapped in what seems like the most luxurious room, resembling a penthouse. I never knew this club had something like this. We're on the top floor, indicating it's exclusively for VIPs. Bouncers stationed outside prevent any chance of escape. I'm almost tempted to smash this window just to break free.

"I have no time for pets," I said coldly, but he ignored me. I watched as he set the dog down on the floor. It trotted over to me, but I just stared at it. I heard him call the dog and feed it. I watched in amusement. I couldn't believe he was into animals. How could someone accustomed to violence have such a soft spot for animals?

"Have you eaten?" he asked, opening the fridge. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't need to eat. I need to go home," I said sarcastically.

He gave me a blank look. "Wooin said you're staying here until tomorrow. Don't be difficult."

I scoffed. "This is kidnapping, for your information." I crossed my arms in front of him. He ignored me, which only irritated me more. I watched him heat up pizza in the oven. Clearly, he wasn't much of a cook.

Unlike Jay...

Why am I still thinking of him even in this situation?

"What's your relationship with Wooin?" I leaned against the island countertop. He paused at that.

"It's none of your business."

My jaw dropped. "Wow, after everything that happened earlier, you're seriously going to say it's none of my business? I have a right to know, especially since your boyfriend seems to have a thing for me," I insisted. He looked at me, his eyes completely emotionless.

"Why would I tell you if you're just going to choose the Hummingbird anyway?" I faltered at his words. He shook his head in disappointment and turned away to tend to the pizza he had warmed up. "Ask me later if you don't have plans to race with them."

My brows furrowed at his statement. Why were they so angry at the Hummingbird? Was it just because they were rivals in tournaments? Couldn't they be friends outside of racing? They were so confusing. They kept telling me to stay away from the Hummingbird, but they never gave me a valid reason. I couldn't just distance myself from them because they wanted me to.

Actually, I should be the one to stay away from them. Vinny destroyed Jay's bike! And I know they were involved. He's one of their members.

"Why do you sound so jealous?" I chuckled. I couldn't believe I was able to joke at a time like this.

As usual, he didn't respond.

"You can have Wooin. Don't worry, I won't go after him," I said as he set the plate down in front of me.

"I'm not even saying anything." He furrowed his brow.

I just shrugged my shoulders and started eating the pizza he had heated up while he stood there, watching me. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away when I noticed his gaze drop to my lips. I cleared my throat and pointed at the doors.

"There's a lot of room here. Do you live here?" I asked, looking around. The place was enormous, like a penthouse. It made me think of my apartment, which was nothing like this. This was luxurious. Only those with money could afford something like this.

He just nodded and placed a glass of water in front of me.

"Including Vinny?" I asked, surprised. I wiped my mouth when I felt something there, using my thumb to remove the sauce from my hand. His gaze remained steady.

"Yes," he replied formally before turning away.

"And I'm supposed to stay here tonight? No way," I said, getting up from the bar chair. I followed him into what I assumed was his bedroom. It was spotless and well-organized, also quite large. I watched him go to his cabinet, pull out a shirt, and toss it to me.

"You have no choice. Just think that you owe something to Wooin," he said. I caught the oversized t-shirt he gave me.

"No shorts?" My cheeks flushed when I realized the only thing I'd be wearing was his t-shirt.

"That's all I have. Now, go." I blinked rapidly as he closed the door in front of me, leaving my jaw hanging open. I was still wearing my P.E. clothes, and I didn't want to put on my pants again since they were dirty from the activity we did earlier. Everything I had was dirty.

I knocked on the door. "Hey! I want to take a shower! Don’t you have a towel?" I shouted, but there was no response from inside. "Damn it," I muttered in frustration before heading to the living room. I glanced at the large window. It was raining, my favorite weather, but thunderstorms were another story. I was terrified of them.

I sighed deeply and sank into the large sofa. Running my hand through my curly hair, I longed to be back at my apartment where my hair care products were. I took good care of my hair because I knew it would look terrible if I didn't. I'd look like I had just escaped from the zoo.

My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened. I saw Wooin enter, looking annoyed. He removed his cap, and I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. I knew he saw me sitting there, but he ignored me and headed straight to the mini bar.

"Hello?" I said sarcastically. "In case you forgot, your prisoner is still here. Maybe you'd like to let me go home?" His gaze finally met mine, but his expression didn't change. He poured himself a drink.

"You look filthy. Go take a shower," he said bluntly.

I felt offended by his words. Sure, we had P.E. earlier, but I didn’t roll around in the dirt like Dom did during our activity.

"Fuck you," I cursed and stood up. "Why don’t you give me some proper clothes first? Your boyfriend just gave me his t-shirt!"

That caught him off guard. "He's here?" he asked, and I just rolled my eyes. "Where is he?"

"Locked himself in his room," I said irritably. "You’re rich, right? Why don’t you have your bouncers buy me some underwear and shorts?" I watched him down his drink in one gulp.

"I just paid off your parents' debt. You can deal with it for now," he said casually, which only made my irritation grow. He leaned against the countertop and pointed toward Joker's room. "Go get some of his boxers, so you can finally shut up."

I clenched my fists and stared him down. He didn't look away, meeting my gaze with equal intensity until I finally broke eye contact. Fuming, I decided to follow his suggestion just so I could take a shower. Then, I'd lock myself in one of the rooms. If they wouldn’t let me go home, fine—I wouldn’t eat all day tomorrow. Let’s see if they wouldn’t feel guilty about what they’ve done.

When I opened Joker's door, I was surprised to find the room empty. I walked in and headed to his cabinet, biting my bottom lip as I realized I was about to borrow some of his boxers without asking. But Wooin had suggested it, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I closed the cabinet and decided to find Joker. Maybe he could help me sort out this mess.

I heard a strange noise and stopped in my tracks. It sounded like a grunt, like someone was in pain. It was coming from the bathroom. I didn't know if I should go closer to figure out who it was, but deep down, I knew it was Joker. Was he hurt? I freaked out and walked towards the slightly open door.

I peeked inside and my lips parted in surprise when I saw Joker. He was in the shower, but... he was still fully dressed. His t-shirt was hitched up from him biting on the end, exposing his abs and that tantalizing v-line. He was fucking jerking himself off. I could literally see the frustration and pleasure on his face as he bit into his shirt. Instantly, a wave of heat coursed through my body, especially in my center. Wetness gathered between my thighs, urging me to clench them together.

"Ah, fuck," he moaned as his clothes fell to the floor. I watched how he quickened his pace, gripping his long, sizable shaft. Heat flooded my face as I witnessed the scene unfold. "Demitra..." he hissed, eyes shut in pleasure.

I gasped as I heard my name escape his lips. Stepping back, a hand covered my mouth. I could sense Wooin standing behind me. "Shh," he whispered in my ear. My eyes widened, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Do you see that?" he mumbled, lowering his hand to grasp both my shoulders. "That's the evidence of our desire for you. You've been ignoring it, but you can't remain blind forever," he rasped. His hand moved down to my waist, his large hands caressing my body.

"What..." I managed to say, my head spinning from the overwhelming sensation of heat coursing through me. My arousal was reaching new heights, feeling almost uncontrollable. It was slipping out of my grasp.

"Say it," he commanded firmly, his hot breath grazing the back of my neck. "Admit that you want this as much as we do."

His erection pressed against my back, adding to my inner turmoil.  I couldn't help but grind against him, lost in the moment. His hand traveled down to where he slipped it into my pants, teasing the lace of my panties. I couldn't hold back a gasp as my knees trembled under his touch.

"Fuck..." I bit my lip to stifle any sounds as Wooin teased my clit. I instinctively covered my mouth to prevent Joker from hearing. I gasped as Wooin's fingers entered me, feeling the intense grip of his touch through my clothes. We both were aware of how wet I had become.

"You're dripping wet, Princess," he remarked with amusement. I shook my head in denial. "I knew it, you want this so badly. You're such a good slut for us, aren't you?" My lips parted as he slid two fingers inside me.

I whimpered as he quickened the pace of his movements. Along with his penetration, he rubbed my most sensitive bud, even cupping my breast over my shirt. I knew I should stop him, but I couldn't. I couldn't believe that instead of being angry at Wooin's name-calling, it only heightened my arousal.

"w-wait..." I tried to protest, reaching for his wrist, but he only increased the speed of his fingers, driving me wild. I was on the brink, it had been so long since I had felt this pleasure. I had never touched myself because I didn't have a reason to.

"Yes... Come for me, Princess. That's it," he whispered, and my eyes rolled back in pleasure as I reached my peak. My pussy throbbed, and my knees weakened as I leaned against Wooin. He withdrew his hand from my pants, his fingers coated with my juices. Blushing in embarrassment, I watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them.

I pushed him away, and he protested. Startled, I looked over towards the door to see Joker leaning against the frame, his upper half exposed, indicating he had just finished showering. There's a towel covered his bottom.

"Do you see her face when she came?" Wooin grinned, gesturing towards me. "Imagine if we fuck her. Damn, I'm so hard right now," he exclaimed, the bulge in his pants visible.

"You..." I couldn't believe it. "You two still aren't satisfied with each other? Both of you are..." I shook my head in disbelief and walked away, opening Joker's cabinet to grab a pair of boxers before leaving the room. I heard Joker calling after me, but I didn't respond. As I walked out of the room, I saw Vinny just entering, frozen in surprise when he saw me, raising an eyebrow.

Ignoring him, I continued on my way into the bathroom, closing the door behind me with a slam. I covered my face as I replayed Wooin's touch in my mind. How had I let it escalate to that? Was I really that horny? Of course, who wouldn't be when you find out that three members of the Sabbath crew are interested in you, not to mention their reputation for knowing how to please women.

[vodika-vibes]

Hi, it's Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)...

I was wondering if you would be willing to try one of the fluffy prompts with Hunter or Howzer, your choice: "finding someone flirting with your crush, but all they have is eyes for you, and on you" (with Hunter/Howzer being flirted with by someone other than the reader who is his crush.)

Or really any of those prompts with Hunter or Howzer would be fantastic! Or another clone if you aren't comfortable with Hunter or Howzer.

Thanks for offering!

Only You

Summary: You're a bartender, and Hunter is a regular who you also happen to call a friend. But things are a little different this visit.

Pairing: Hunter x Reader

Word Count: 1084

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: I'm more than happy to write for any clone, though I admit that my knowledge of Hunter's personality isn't the most absolute. But I tried my best. I hope this is close to what you wanted. And thank you so much for your request!

Divider by Saradika

The bar is busy. Busier than it normally is at this time of day, and you know it’s because of the concert happening just down the road. Of course, the concert isn’t for another week, which means all of those people needed something to do.

And that something, apparently, is drinking away their sense at the bar.

You roll your eyes as yet another drunken idiot leans across your table and slurs out a pick up line that wouldn’t have worked if he was sober, let alone now. You flick a finger towards the bouncer, indicating to him that this particular guest is being cut off, and then you move back to the bar.

You flicker your gaze around the bar, most people are ignoring you. But you notice, near the back, Hunter has his gaze locked on you. You grin at him, and he flashes the smallest smile in return. And your grin widens when you see the woman at the table across from him. 

Good for Hunter. He needs to get out more.

Sure, you kind of hoped…well, it doesn’t matter. Handsome, charming guy like Hunter can do better than a bartender in a rundown bar in the middle of nowhere, after all.

You prep his drink, after all he’s a regular here and you know his drink by heart at this point, and you cross the bar to set his drink in front of him. “Here you go, Hunter.” You say cheerfully.

“You’re an angel.” Hunter replies with a small quirk to his lips as he wraps his hand around the drink.

“That’s me. I’m the Booze Angel,” You joke easily.

He keeps his gaze locked on you, even as the woman sitting across from him huffs, “The most important person in this bar, by far.”

“Ooh, clever.” You laugh, “You still have to pay.”

“Damn.” Hunter says with a laugh.

You shake your head with a fond smile, and favor the woman with a welcoming grin, “Can I get you a refill on your…club soda?” You ask, as you glance at the mostly empty drink.

The woman sniffs in disdain, and somehow manages to look down her nose at you, “No thanks. I’m done, I think. And so is he.”

Hunter doesn’t even spare her a glance as he lifts his drink and takes a sip, “No, I’m really not.”

The woman flushes red, and stands quickly, “You’re a pig, Hunter.” she snaps, and then she stalks away from the table.

You lightly pick up her glass to bring it back to the bar, “You know, Hunter, most women don’t like being ignored in favor of the bartender.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” He says with a sigh, “Honestly, angel, I didn’t even want to come here with her.”

“Then why did you?”

“Omega.”

“What, your 13 year old sister bullied you into going on a date with a woman you aren’t interested in?” You ask, highly amused.

“You try saying no to her!” Hunter defends hastily.

“I do say no to her. All the time. It’s really easy.” You say with a laugh, “She’s going to be so disappointed that you snubbed your date, though. What are you going to do?”

He grumbles, “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Eh.” You shrug, “There are six other bartenders here, and my shift was supposed to end an hour ago.”

“Then you can join me.” He offers slyly.

“I could.” You agree easily, and then you shake your head, “Hunter, that lady was flirting with you hard.”

“Yes. I’m aware.” He grumbles, “Like I said, I’m not interested. I have my eyes on someone else.”

“Then maybe you should go ask them to drink with you.” You tease.

“Well, I’m trying but you seem to be resistant to the idea of sitting down.” He replies easily.

“I…wait.” You drop into the booth across from him, “Are you serious? Because if you’re just fucking with me-”

“I’m not fucking with you, angel.”

You squint at him suspiciously, “You bring a different date here every week, Hunter.” You point out.

“All of those dates were shoved on me by one of my nosey siblings,” Hunter points out, “And all of them have ditched me as soon as we got here.”

“Yeah, because you see me and you seem to be unable to stop…staring-” Your sentence trails off, and you groan and press your face into your hands.

“I do stare at you, constantly. And flirt with you constantly. And I’ve even asked you on a date before-” Hunter lists with a grin. 

You groan again and press your burning face into your arms, “I’m oblivious.” You whine.

“Just a little bit, but you got there eventually.”

“Don’t be nice about this!” You say as your head pops up, “Are you telling me that I could have been making out with you for months now, rather than just fantasizing about it?” You ask.

A wide grin breaks across his face, “You fantasize about me?”

Your jaw drops and your face burns even hotter, “Wait…no…I didn’t…”

“No, no. Tell me more about these fantasies. I’m sure I can make all of them come true tonight.”

“You’re drunk, that’s definitely not going to happen.” You scoff, your face still burning hot, “I don’t sleep with drunk men.”

“Who says I’m drunk, Angel?”

“You-”

“Are totally sober.” He leans across the table, “So…tell me about these fantasies of yours.”

You press your hands over your face, “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll tell you mine.” You peek at him from between your fingers, “Ooh, tempting, isn’t it?”

“Now you’re just picking on me.”

“Oh, absolutely. But I also mean it.” Hunter smoothly moves from his side of the table to yours, crowding into your space. Not that you mind, you’ve never minded being close to Hunter. 

Your breath hitches when he leans in and presses his nose against your neck, and you release an actual squeak when you feel his tongue against your skin. “Wait, Hunter-”

He pauses and tilts his head to look at you patiently.

“I…not here?” You ask weakly.

He chuckles against your neck, but pulls away. Hunter tosses some credits on the table, and then he kisses you, so quickly that you think you imagined it for a moment, and then he pulls you out of the booth. “Come on, Angel. Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Okay,” You agree, excitement building in you as he threads his fingers with yours and tugs you tightly against his side.

[autumnslance]

FFXIV Write 2024: 11 Surrogate

A Desertwalkers Weird West AU Story (I did not intend to write any of the FC AUs, but such things happen. How the Strikers' perpetual helpfulness lands them a new home...)

“Now hold on just a minute,” Zaine said, staring at the Landsguard officer. The doppro rider stared back, impatience evident. “This was supposed to be a temporary position.”

“I am simply the messenger,” the officer replied with a shrug of his mottled shoulders. “Take it up with the city if you wish to change the terms of the contract.”

Zaine stared down at the paper before him. He had sort of fallen into helping Stonewood’s judiciary with the claims office, as he was a decent mediator, able to make friends with both locals and those coming to the plains of Xak Tural for work in the ceruleum refineries and railway expansion. There were land disputes, and water disputes, and animal issues, and crop concerns...

But he was just here for the interim. They would find a real officer from Tuliyollal to take over, and Zaine and his sister could move on, exploring the land as they had planned. Once things settled down a bit for Stonewood and the friends they had made here.

The writ from the city, delivered by the increasingly impatient Landsguard officer, not only confirmed Zaine permanently for the role, but expanded the responsibilities—as someone dealing with the local property issues would also be responsible for estate settlement and the probate of wills.

“I might have to,” Zaine said, a headache coming on. “I didn’t really think they would hire an immigrant drifter into such a position.”

Then again, he and Aeryn had stood up to Baelsar and his aggressive expansion on behalf of this town and neighboring communities. That probably had a chunk to do with it.

The officer chuckled. “What you get for being good at it,” he said. “And Tuliyollal is more concerned with what one chooses to do, than where one is from. We could not have formed our nation otherwise.”

“Suppose that’s true,” Zaine muttered. “All right, I won’t take more of your time. I’d best speak to my sister and see what we do from here.”

“Great. Have a good day,” the officer said, leaving before Zaine could get his own farewell in.

Well. All right then.

He closed up his office for the day (and it really was his office now, wasn’t it?) and stepped out into the hot, dusty street. He thought of getting a drink, thought better of it, and continued on to the schoolhouse, where Aeryn had been helping out.

Aeryn was outside, class apparently dismissed for the day. She was talking to one of the adolescent students, a petite redhead she seemed fond of. Or maybe it was the girl’s uncle, a smarmy, fair-haired, gunblade-using bodyguard for the local coven, and sometimes bouncer for the Cat’s Eye Cabaret. Normally Aeryn didn’t notice anyone who noticed her. But there was...something...in the way her and the bodyguard interacted that made Zaine’s brotherly hackles rise.

His sister saw him coming now, smiling and waving cheerfully, her student following suit. Nice girl, that Ryne. Her mum was a lovely blonde mining foreman, often busy, hence the girl spending more time with her uncle. There was some connection to the cabaret owner, too. Zaine hadn’t thought he needed to worry too deeply about complicated family dynamics around here.

Maybe he would have to start.

Ryne stayed long enough to greet him before skipping off to meet with her friends, taking the hand of a dark-haired gal as the youths rushed off. Aeryn let out a deep breath. “I have something to talk to you about,” she said with no preamble.

“I have something to talk to you about,” Zaine answered, walking with her toward the rooms they were renting. “You go first.”

“The superintendent rode out today,” she said. “They want to extend my contract.”

Zaine frowned. “Thought this teaching gig was a temporary thing?”

“I thought so too, but they’re having trouble finding anyone qualified willing to come out here, and I’m apparently doing well enough for the board and the parents both. And the children are all so good…”

“And you want to stay,” Zaine said.

“I’ve thought about it,” Aeryn admitted. “It still may not be forever, but...for awhile?” She looked over at him.

“Well,” he said. “That could work. Considering my interim position isn’t so interim now.”

“Were you fired?”

“What? No! Why is that your first assumption?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ve only known you my whole life.”

“Whatever, smartypants. It’s the opposite actually. They made my role permanent.”

Aeryn hugged him, grinning. “This is a good thing, right?”

He hugged her back. “I mean, yeah. I didn’t really expect it so it caught me off guard.”

“This is what you get for standing up to Baelsar.”

“I guess. You did too, though, and that might have convinced the board to keep you around.”

She shrugged. “I helped a little. You did most of it.”

He shook his head. He couldn’t ever seem to convince her that she was, possibly, more instrumental to such actions than himself. She would continue to blow it off until getting angry if pushed, so he let her change the subject.

“If we’re staying, we need somewhere to live besides a couple rented rooms.”

“I’ve thought about it,” he said. “Funnily enough, I am aware of available land around here. There’s a couple acres just outside town that I think between the two of use we could afford and manage, with our other work.”

“When you say a couple—”

“Literally two.”

She considered that, then nodded. “It’d be nice to have our own place. Weird, maybe, but nice.”

They stopped at the same time and looked at one another. Zaine began to smile, which made Aeryn smile in return.

“All right,” he said. “I guess we’re staying.”

[paingoes]

Crash Out

Itch

(Content: ex-whumper, whumper turned whumpee, physical violence, addiction, past abuse, fainting, minor insects/insect bites, minor ableist language, homophobia mention)

The old irritation was back and biting. Throwing his phone into the creek had helped a little bit. Being away from the throne had helped a little bit. The drugs only ever made it worse and the drugs were all he had. He twitched endlessly. He hadn’t realize how badly he needed it until the urge was right on top of him.

He couldn’t break anything around Lorelai. The only time he’d tried that, she’d starting packing her bags, and they’d had to pay the hotel staff off for the damages. It was the closest she’d come to leaving him, right then and there. Nonstarter. 

She noticed it this time, but she mistook it for withdrawal. He was seldom down long enough for the lapse to start really hurting, but she could still see the signs when they came. She ran her fingers over his temple in an attempt to be soothing. It only made the burning worse. He bit into his own hand just to feel the pressure.

Another club. Better maintained on the inside than the others had been. It was a pity they had set it out in the middle of the swamp like that. The whole city was built on top of the wetland. The air burned with heat even at the darkest time of night. Lorelai had bought a pointy pair of pink sunglasses and a snapback that said LIFE’S A BEACH. She lost both of them an hour after they had entered the club and soon after he lost sight of her all together.

Thank god.

He knew so intuitively what he had to do. His knocked his shoulder straight into the boy’s side as he passed. The drink spilled and his hands didn’t leave his pockets. The club was crowded and his movement was subtle enough for the whole thing to look accidental, if you weren’t paying close attention.

“Say excuse me, asshole.” He heard the boy hiss out from behind him. Paris had to wipe the smirk off his face before he turned around.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” It melted into a glare. He didn’t need to force the irritation into his voice; it was right beneath the surface. He only needed to reshape it. It did not de-escalate from there.

The kid swung on him. Paris slipped to his right. He knew it was unfair. He was — for once — the more sober one in the exchange. His reflexes were overtrained. It didn’t matter. He’d been given an opening. He swung back. 

He pulled the punch, the same way he would have if it had been Delta. Not trying to kill him. Not even enough to seriously injure him. Just to do it. He got a few hits in just like that. There wasn’t any adrenaline in his body. All that existed was release.

It was a very funny feeling when the other party fought back.

The fight had to be mutual; he knew that ahead of time. He wasn’t crazy enough to just beat a stranger unprovoked. Still, the resistance he received came as a surprise. He wasn’t used to encountering it while in this headspace. In spite of what he’d planned, it caught him a bit off guard. Not enough to change the outcome, just kind of diminishing what he could get out of it. It shifted back into a normal fight just as soon as the kid had recovered. He was so fucking sick of those. The way they were matched up was decent, though. He gave more than he got, enough that he was momentarily sated. 

The bouncers got in the way before he could finish, though. They dragged both of them outside, practically throwing them onto the pavement. Paris landed on his feet, twisting out of their grasp. The other boy landed roughly on his side. All too familiar. The boy sat up, trying to struggle to his feet. The only reason Paris didn’t immediately kick him back down was because he was aware on some level how hard the concrete must be. No broken bones. That was a rule.

He shook his wrists out, ready to draw even more out of the encounter if he could afford it. He rolled his eyes as the club’s doors opened again and the boys’ friends came to the rescue. God fucking dammit.

He was right — the concrete was hard. They were all so fucking drunk and uncoordinated, but there were a lot of them. It was like fighting a moving wall. He wasn’t ready to be on the defensive. Not while he was like this. The most Delta had ever given him in return were cat scratches — sometimes electric shocks, if he was really freaking out. He’d barely even feel them until afterwards. Here, the sharpness of the pain took him out of the mood instantly. The one it forced him into was even stranger. For some reason, he started laughing. One of their fists caught the side of his face. Another half dragged him backwards, making him lose his balance even from a sitting position. He got the preternatural instinct to protect his skull. He felt the hard edge of someone’s boot collide with his interlaced knuckles just as soon as he did so. He’d just barely spared himself the head trauma.

“Not the head, dumbass,” One of them slurred. 

“Yeah, dumbass.” Paris was still laughing hysterically. Someone kicked him in the stomach, cutting him off mid-breath.

“He’s fucking insane. Like, mental sickness.” The boy he’d initially started the fight with had started to walk away. “Leave him alone.”

“Pussy.” Paris coughed. He flinched as one of the shapes above him moved, but another hit didn’t come. They withdrew.

He sat up slowly. His knuckles were bloodied, though he did not know if it was his or not. He glanced back at the club doors. The bouncers had been watching the whole thing. They shook their head. No re-entry. As if.

When he was back on his feet, his vision immediately got spotty. He thought it was another insect hallucination, but the movement was much more rapid. Like ink blots. The only reason he bothered to distinguish was because the hallucinations did not usually take up his entire field of vision. They didn’t threaten to take him down again. He blinked in and out of wakefulness and somehow did not stop walking until he heard the sound of waves crashing. Nobody could see the ocean at this time of night, only the darkness that held it. The beachgrass was right off the road. He took about five steps into the sand before he collapsed.

==========

It was the that heat first woke him up. The sun had only just risen over the ocean and already it was unbearable. All his skin felt dry and course. He rose his head up slowly from the dune and immediately regretted it. He hadn’t felt the soreness until he moved; it did not go away again once he stilled.

He blinked. A small caiman laid within the reeds a few feet from his face. They watched each other for some time. Little insects crawled rapid and clumsy throughout the pale grass and into the sand. There was an itch in his arms and his calves. He knew he’d spent the better part of the night getting eaten alive. 

He crawled up through the sand. The pavement was too hot to touch; he forced himself to rise. He shook the sand out from his shirt and hair. The sweat that was forming on his skin moistened it, coating him in a gross, muddy substance. The gnats buzzed incessantly. His mouth felt like cotton. Hell on fucking earth.

He trudged the path back to the motel room. He was lucky the spatial memory was still holding up, foggy as all his other facilities had become. Otherwise he’d have been totally lost. Lorelai…wasn’t as good with directions. Hopefully she’d made it back okay.

When he entered into the room, Lorelai was sitting up in the bed in just her camisole. The blanket was crumpled up around her. She looked up expectantly as he walked in. She wasn’t alone.

“Oh my god, you’re still alive.” Lorelai gawked. “Did you get kicked out of the club?”

“No,” he lied.

“So you just left me there alone for no reason?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“Very cool of you. I was worried.”

“Clearly not that fucking worried.” His eyes traced over the girl sitting cross-legged on the bed beside her. She was wearing Lorelai’s hoodie, which was technically his hoodie. She was also hitting his vape. She didn’t take any visible offense.

“I should probably head out, anyway.” The girl unfolded her legs and stepped into her slides. She gave Paris a quick once-over as she stood up. “You’d better take some Nexgard. The sand fleas burrow.”

He could immediately feel the itch, even knowing it was psychosomatic. She slipped the door open.

“You’ll call me?” Lorelai called after her hopefully. The girl winked without smiling and disappeared behind the closing door.

Paris held one open hand up in the direction she had left in. The universal — one-handed — what-the-fuck? gesture.

“What?” Lorelai’s tone was defensive. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

“We are on the damn lam and you’re inviting people back to our room?”

“Relax. She’s rebel. She was at Occupy.”

He could’ve guessed. Any breed of deviant sexuality typically signaled rebel allegiance. God knew Empire wouldn’t have them. That didn’t necessarily put his mind at ease, but he’d have preferred to be caught by one of the rebel groups over Nezu if it really came down to it. Lorelai held up a large envelope from the nightstand.

“She asked if I could drop this off for her at Coda since we’re already headed North.” She smiled a little.

“Fuck no.”

“Well, it’s my ship and I’m driving, so we’re probably gonna. But we can talk about it.” 

There was definitely an edge to her voice. He didn’t answer, knowing there was nothing he could do but irritate her further. He moved past her.

“You should shower,” she suggested helpfully.

“I’m gonna shower.” 

……..

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[sailorsenshishitposter]

The anti Gojo fan club

"Are you sure you belong here?" Asked the oversized bouncer. Standing before him was a young teenage boy with pink locks and a school uniform.

"I think you'd be more comfortable at that place." He then pointed over to the club down the road (Weenie Hut Jr.'s).

"I think you have me confused with someone else. I'm pretty sure I'm on the list."

The bouncer then looked down and noticed four glowing, red eyes. He gulped and tried his best not to shit himself on the spot before moving aside and letting the boy in. Sighing in relief, the man let himself regain composure. It was then that he heard the most terrifying words in his life.

"Kenjaku, I told you that you were in charge of snacks! Honestly, I can't count on you for anything. It seems that I'M the one who has to do everything around here! Hey, you! How would you like to be apart of our dinner service instead of guarding that door?"

Sukuna said apart of as in literally. Everyone dragged the man in as the king of curses got his tools ready.

"Domain expansion, Malevolent Kitchen!"

______

Uraume was now busy cooking. They had a number of dishes in mind such as skewered intestines, "finger" sandwiches and some roasted thigh to name a few. As they were preparing the feast, the meeting began.

"Welcome, lowly peasants! Today marks our third annual villains assembly (totally not the bad guy version of AA that Gojo had forced on them). I see we have some new faces here. Care to introduce yourselves?"

A scrawny man stood up.

"M-my name is Ijichi and I joined because I can't tolerate Gojo's abuse any longer! He keeps spouting something about how "he's the 'honoured' one", and that's the reason why he's allowed to put kick me signs on my back and keep ding dong ditching my doorbell all night!"

The man then started to have a nervous breakdown and began to sob.

"There, there. You are among friends now.  You see, everyone here has a reason for hating the six eyed bastard."

"Not me. I'm just here for the free coupon tickets!"

Sukuna sighed.

"Who is the guy again?"

"My name's Reggie Star! I've been on TLC's extreme couponing! Why does everyone forget I exist!?"

"Reggie, we've been over this. This is solely for those that hate Satoru Gojo. If you can't abide by our clubs rules then feel free to leave."

Suddenly Kenjaku began to choke himself. Sukuna gave him a curious glance.

"Sorry, you know how my vessel likes to act up."

Sukuna nodded in agreement.

"We need to end this meeting in two hours or else the brat will wake up and spoil the fun. Now, is there anything else worth mentioning? Speak now."

"When do we get to play board games?"

"Damn it Mahito, you know well enough that those festivities don't take place until after everyone has eaten!"

"Hey, what is that!?"

Everyone started to notice a figure that was clearly trying to hide behind the throne but it was useless.

"I can hear your mosquito like voice already, Yorozu! You know the rules, no girls allowed."

The girl then popped out and began to pout.

"Then why do Mahito and Kashimo get to be here!?"

"For the last time, Mahito is a curse who has no gender and the consensus was that while Kashimo "looks female enough", he is indeed still male."

Mahito then decided to taunt her.

"Yeah! What's so cool about girls anyway!?"

"Didn't you wear a school girl uniform while fondling breasts you created?"

"That was one time Jogo, and it wasn't even canon!"

"I've had enough of this. Someone escort her out!"

Yorozu screamed and thrashed so Kenjaku released Kurourushi outside. She immediately ran after the cockroach so she could study it.

"Dinner is ready."

______

After everyone had finished, Mahito asked the question he had been dying to know the answer to.

"Which tastes better? Humans or curses?"

Kenjaku then appeared."Let me help answer that."

Kenny then began to drag a screaming Mahito towards his palm and then proceed to vore him down.

"Thank you! He was getting on my nerves."

Kenjaku began to savor the taste of Maximum Uzumaki and then proceeded to vomit the curse back up.

"I'd have to say humans. How did my vessel put it? You taste like a rag used to clean up shit and vomit."

Sukuna then joined in.

"So it matches his personality?"

"Correct."

Mahito was now trembling on the floor when the king of curses looked down upon him.

"Kenjaku, won't you be a dear friend and put on some karaoke for the entertainment? I want to sing skyfall."

Jogo lit his pipe up and started getting blazed. He had been waiting for the curse to get his ass beat.

"This weed is so good Hanami. Where did you find it?"

".ti werg I"

"Nevermind..."

______

"Wherever you go, I go. What you see, I see."

Mahito was now running for his life as Sukuna walked towards him. He thought about hiding in the bathroom but then remembered a word of advice he read on Yoshihiro Togashi's twitter account. "Never shit alone, for if you do, the horny clown will come to decapitate you!"

"Why did Gege have to put me in Shonen Jump!?"

Something then grabbed him by his collar.

"Found You!"

"Look, if this is about all those times I cheated when I was the banker in Monopoly, I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"

"Oh, we're not killing you."

______

Mahito was now placed inside a pet crate.

"What's going on!?"

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Nanami?"

"I didn't expect to see you here Ijichi. I'm here because I was told that there was a curse that needs to be euthanized. Fortunately, I'm kind hearted and believe that even the worst animals have a chance at being reformed. It just takes proper discipline..."

The cage began to rattle.

"NOOOO! ANYONE BUT HIM! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY!"

Kento then picked up the handle of the carrier.

"Expect to be eating out of a dog bowl and being kept on a leash once we get home."

Everyone failed to realize that the two hour window had passed and Itadori began to wake up.

"Huh? What's going on? Am I dreaming?"

The crowd wasn't sure what to do until Kenjaku stepped up.

"Hello, son. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I am your mother."

"Okay, I really am dreaming then. Something that crazy could only happen in my imagination."

"You're my special. You were the only one I didn't abort."

"Huh? No offense mister but you're really creeping me out. I think I'm just gonna head out."

After the boy left, Kashimo spoke up."

So how big was he?"

"Gross!"

Everyone knew that the god of thunder had a thing for the king of curses.

"All I'm saying is that they were identical twins right?"

"I've had enough of this filth! Youngsters these days!"

Out came a disgusted Gakuganji. He was clearly the biggest Gojo hater but it seems that he couldn't tolerate the crudness of today's youth. The club would never hear his guitar covers of Jimi Hendrix again.

[kankuroplease]

Could you please give us some hc about the way itachi and sasuke grew up? The whole teen criminal parents deal sounds really interesting to me.

Besides the crimes, they had totally different early childhoods

Itachi was the “group project”. Basically he was raised by his parents, his mom’s friends, and the school nurse

If they knew there was going to be a serious fight, Mikoto would leave him with Kushina with his food, stroller, some clothes, and enough cash for a train ticket

She knew the drill; if she or Fugaku didn’t at least call her within 24hrs, she needed to take Itachi to the address provided at tell the old woman Mikoto sent her

So he had a lot of aunts and uncles that looked out for him

Some of whom had kids he could play with

It made not having much seem like he had it all

Fugaku always knew he was sharp witted kid and bragged about it with his friends/gang

Once he started school and it was confirmed that he was a little genius, he got to skip a grade (Fugaku did not shut up about this)

He didn’t think anything of his parents and their friends being so young until other other kids pointed it out

Which by the way he was too smart for his own good and would state facts about his schoolmates parents too

Such as; he never saw one of their fathers, the one and an older brother that clearly had a different mother, etc.. which would have gotten him in trouble

And his dad was too blunt to not point out Itachi was technically right and maybe those little bastards need to mind their own business

Which got both the boys in trouble with Mikoto

When he found out that he was going to be a big brother was around the same time his parents moved into their nicer and bigger home, so she was really excited

It didn’t take him long to catch on to the tings his parents did

Their tattoos, having to go into his room when Izuna came over, the genuine fear in some people’s eyes when they saw his parents, this blonde girl named Tsunade tending to wounds in their home rather than them going to a hospital, etc..

he also cracked their safe to find stacks of cash, some pictures, and a gun that he promptly closed back

After some time, Izuna approaches him and asked him if he knew what his parents did

He didn’t know completely, but he knew enough to know this was some sort of test

So he told him that his father was bouncer at his club and his mother was a manager (their cover stories)

And Izuna gave him a cold smile and told him “good job”

It left an impression on him meeting one of the most respected Uchiha and receiving his praise

After that meeting, he took it on himself to sort of guide Sasuke away from the things he could and warn him about the things he couldn’t

Sasuke’s childhood was a lot different in that he was heavily guarded. His earliest memory was an Uchiha gathering wearing a suit and tie that people were complimenting him on it

He didn’t get a sugar coated upbringing at any point. He knew his family was Yakuza

No one messed with him, especially because they feared his parents

A lot of those aunts and uncles Itachi had were either dead or moved away

more often than not it was just his family, their associates, and the Namikaze-Uzumaki’s for his lavish birthday parties

Their father would take the boys for ice cream every Saturday and wherever they wanted to go any other day. Their mother would help them with homework while they were young and planned most of their bigger vacations with the boys in mind

Both boys were self sufficient and clear minded rather early and didn’t require much hand holding

This lead Fugaku and Izuna taking the boys to actually see what the Uchiha (under Izuna at least) do when Hyuga’s try to deal in their territory

But it didn’t really bother Sasuke as much as it seemed to bother Itachi even though he was older

And Izuna noticed

He told him that these men would do the exact same thing to his little brother and parents if they went into Hyuga territory acting like they owned the place

They have to send a clear message

And Itachi was old enough to help with that message

From then on, whenever Fugaku got a call, he took Itachi with him

Itachi slowly got desensitized to the violence and developed a partnership with Madara’s ward, Shisui. An Uchiha around his age that clearly didn’t getting his hands dirty

He also obviously had his own agendas, which made Itachi always questions what this guy was getting out of it

This eventually lead to Mikoto finding out about Itachi acting as an active member of the Uchiha when he showed up with Shisui to a meeting

Yes, she scolded Fugaku about Itachi being too young (13). But he pointed out that they both did MUCH worse at his age and that Itachi was keeping his nose fairly clean when it came to his involvement. She couldn’t expect him to stay out of what they’ve raised him in

Sasuke was given a clear choice; forget what he’s seen and he can live with Kushina and Minato (be a good normal kid), or he can follow in his families footsteps (crime)

Sasuke wanted to do what Itachi did and that was that

Mikoto made sure her boys knew what to do in case of them becoming orphans, who to avoid/suspect, which officers were with them, what not to say, and that they actually completed school

[foxydivaxx]

Zosan: End of Paradise Chapter Chapter 3

Warning: Mentions of rape, prostitution and major character death.

The stage was set. Sanji arrived at the club, a hotspot for Marcus's regular hangouts. The plan was straightforward: Sanji would revert to his former persona as a hooker. His revealing outfit - denim shorts with ripped sides and a cropped vest - was designed to draw attention. He had also dyed his hair black and cleverly concealed his curly eyebrows, a potential giveaway to his true identity. As expected, heads turned as he made his entrance, but Sanji just smirked and ignored the stares. He was accustomed to the attention.

Meanwhile, Zoro had already arrived at the club, sitting at the bar and smoking a cigarette. Mihawk had briefed him on the mission specifics, including the arrival of a special someone. Zoro suspected it might be Sanji. And then, the boy made his entrance, earning a flurry of stares. Zoro's jaw dropped - Sanji looked different, but those striking eyes were unmistakable. He couldn't help but think Sanji looked incredibly hot tonight. Shaking his head, Zoro refocused on the mission. He was there to back Sanji up and intervene if things turned sour, which was likely in the Mafia world. Noticing one of the politician's guards eyeing Sanji, Zoro made a mental note to keep an eye on him, prepared to take him down if necessary.

Sanji settles in beside Marcus, flashing a charming smile. "Hello, Senator. Lovely to meet you, sir." He exudes friendliness, carefully concealing his true intentions.

Zoro positions himself nearby, listening in on their conversation while keeping a watchful eye out for potential dangers. He's determined to protect Sanji, even if it means taking out any threats that might arise.

"Ah, hello, Mr...?" Marcus begins.

"Yonji," Sanji replies, using his late brother's name as a cover. It's a distasteful necessity, but Sanji knows it's essential to blend in and survive in the shadows when dealing with men as ruthless as Marcus.

Marcus nods, seemingly oblivious to the danger sitting beside him. "Pleasure to meet you, Yonji."

Zoro notes with satisfaction that the bodyguards are distracted, not paying attention to the potential threat Sanji poses. He thinks to himself, "Amateurs. Who hires such incompetent men as bodyguards or bouncers? They should be hyper-vigilant, not so easily caught off guard."

Marcus asks, entranced by Sanji's charm, "So, what brings you here, Yonji?" Sanji flashes a sly smirk, thinking to himself, "Marcus is precisely as described - naive, reckless, and indulgent. He's the perfect mark."

Sanji responds, "A little fun never hurts, Mr. Senator. And I heard this is the place to be for a wild time. You do enjoy letting loose, don't you?" He winks, knowing he's got Marcus right where he wants him.

Marcus starts to ask, "How did you -" but Sanji cuts him off with a chuckle, "Gossip travels fast on the streets, Senator. You know how it is."

Zoro watches the exchange with a mix of admiration and disbelief. He may not have the patience for Sanji's smooth-talking tactics, but he can see why Sanji excels at this kind of work. The guy has a natural talent for manipulation and a deep understanding of the underworld's inner workings. Zoro makes a mental note to trust Sanji's instincts and let him take the lead in situations like this.

Sanji's voice was laced with deceit as he whispered, "How about we have some fun, Marcus?" Taking the Senator's hand, he led him to a secluded room, his intentions far from innocent. The plan was to isolate him from the crowd and strike when the moment was right. Bribes had already been paid to ensure the security guards and club staff would turn a blind eye.

As Sanji disappeared from view, Zoro's sharp instincts kicked in. He noticed the bodyguards trailing behind and knew he had to act fast. He followed them, his eyes fixed on his targets.

Meanwhile, Sanji lured Marcus into the empty room, reserved for the club's most illicit activities. "I heard you have a taste for the forbidden," Sanji purred, shedding his jacket and straddling the Senator's lap. Marcus was transfixed, his eyes frozen on Sanji's seductive charm.

Sanji's smirk grew wider as he savored the power he held over others, particularly men. But outside the room, the guards exchanged uneasy glances, their instincts screaming warning. They didn't know who this enigmatic figure was, but something told them he was a force to be reckoned with.

As the guards closed in, Zoro unleashed his deadly precision, his sword slicing through the shadows with swift and silent efficiency. The sound of clashing steel and cries of pain echoed outside the room, sending a chill down Marcus's spine.

Sanji's grip on the Senator tightened as he pulled him back into a kiss, a kiss that concealed a sinister intent. Unbeknownst to Marcus, this was no ordinary kiss - it was a kiss of death, sealing his fate. Sanji's smirk grew wider as he reveled in the chaos outside, knowing Zoro was taking care of the guards.

As Sanji pulled away, Marcus's eyes widened in horror, his body beginning to succumb to the poison. "Surprised, Senator?" Sanji taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "You should be. Your drink was poisoned tonight. I just needed to lure you here and serve it to you. Makes my life easier."

Marcus's words were reduced to a mere whisper as he struggled to breathe, his lungs suffocating. "Y-you..." Sanji's evil grin broadened, his eyes blazing with a vengeful fury.

"Years ago, you and your comrades tortured a street gang for stealing from you," Sanji hissed, his voice low and menacing. "You murdered them all, except for one. You left him alive, raping him to death. And yes, I was that child."

The darkness in Sanji's eyes seemed to deepen, his whisper dripping with a chilling intensity, as Marcus's life slipped away, consumed by the shadows of his own brutal past.

Here's a rewritten version with a darker and more suspenseful tone:

Sanji's eyes blazed with a fierce determination as he vowed, "I will not rest until you and your friends suffer for what you did to me." Just then, Zoro entered the room, his sword still sheathed, a silent sentinel.

"Thanks for the backup, Marimo," says Sanji as he lights a cigarette . Zoro’s gaze is fixed on the Senator's lifeless form. "Well, that was quick." Sanji retrieved his jacket, his movements swift and calculated.

"Let's get out of here," Sanji said, his voice low and urgent. The two boys swiftly retreated, their footsteps echoing through the deserted club. Once they reached the parking lot, they slid into their car, a temporary sanctuary.

As Zoro pulled Sanji close, the younger boy rested his head on his shoulder, a moment of respite from the darkness they had unleashed. But the silence was short-lived, as the weight of their actions settled in. They had survived tonight, but the consequences of Marcus' death would soon unfold. His friends would hunt for the killer, and Sanji and Zoro would need to remain vigilant, always looking over their shoulders, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

[caitwrites]

A Girl's Guide to Ending Rape Culture - Chapter 3

When we get to the club, it's already pretty busy, but it's also a Saturday night. We stand at the end of the line and prepare ourselves to wait for what is probably going to be an eternity.

I'm chewing my nails nervously, when I hear Ani say something.

"What?" I say, trying to be heard over the noise that's emanating from the club.

"I said," she says, sounding a bit annoyed. "Stop chewing your nails, it makes you look like you're up to something."

I shove my hand into my jacket pocket. "Sorry, just nervous I guess."

"Don't be. It'll be fine."

I smile nervously. "I wish I had your confidence."

She tosses her hair and grins at me. "It comes with practice."

When we get to the front of the line, the bouncer looks us over. I guess we look over 21, because he doesn't ask to see our IDs. He just nods and waves us in.

Once we get a seat at a table, Ani smiles. "Told you it would be fine."  She waves over one of the waiters.

"What are you doing?" I asks.

"Getting us some drinks, what does it look like?"

"We may have been able to get in the club, but I'm sure they'll check IDs for drinks."

"You'd be surprised how often they don't."

The waiter appears at our table. He looks close to our age, maybe a few years older. "What can I get for you ladies?"

Ani smiles a little flirtatiously. "I'll get a strawberry margarita."

He smiles at her and winks before writing her order down on his notepad.

He turns to me. "And what can I get for you?"

"A pina colada. Please."

"Sounds good. I'll be back with your drinks shortly."

With one last glance at Ani, he turns and walks towards the bar.

"I guess they really don't check for IDs."

They rarely do. And it helps that we were confident."

"I didn't feel confident."

"You sounded confident, though. And did you see that guy? How cute was he!"

"He was pretty cute."

"Pretty cute? He was more than pretty cute. His eyes were like melted chocolates," she gushes.

"Hey," I said. He's coming over."

She turns around quickly, then shoves me playfully when she doesn't see him. "Jerk."

I laugh.

She's blushing, something she rarely does. "Not funny," she says, but she's smiling a little.

It's then that I hear someone singing. At least, I think it's singing. It sounds kind of bad, if I'm being honest. I look around to see where it's coming from, and see a stage with some high tables around it.

Ani sees what's caught my attention. "You should go up there."

"I don't know." I feel like any confidence I'd had earlier has disappearedafter seeing how many people are in the club.

"Come on, you'll do great."

"Maybe," I say. "After a drink."

Right on time, our waiter comes back, placing our drinks on the table.

"Thanks hun," Ani says, smiling up at him.

"Of course." He goes back to the bar, and Ani turns to me. "Drink up and go sing!"

I laugh. "I'd rather drink slow. You know, so I don't throw up on stage in front of all those people."

Ani nods. "Fair."

The minute she notices I'm almost done my drink, however, she's practically pushing me onto the stage."

"Okay, okay, I'm going." I walk up the stairs that lead to the stage. I tell the guy standing there that I'm going to be singing "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Elvis Presley, then walk over to stand in front of the microphone.

As the beginning notes of the song start playing, I try hyping myself up. You can do it, Emilie, I think to myself.

I start to sing, and I don't know if I'm imagining it or not, but I feel the room get quieter. It feels like everyone is watching me, and the thought makes me even more nervous, but I keep going.

Once I reach the end of the song, it sounds like a lot of people are clapping. I'm getting more applause than I ever get at the cafes I sing at.

I blush. "Thank you," I say into the microphone. I walk down the stairs, expecting to see Ani waiting. She isn't, but there is someone waiting there for me.

[oftirnanog]

okay i know i wrote this ages ago but i need everyone to know that they absolutely get back together. i cannot stand for them not to.

so steve turns up for easter dinner, eyes still heavy from sobbing in the car though he made sure it wasn't noticeable to look at him even if he could still feel it. eddie isn't there. eddie isn't coming. he's in chicago playing a show.

steve is distracted all through dinner. all he can think about is that fucking song.

we've gotta make a decision, leave tonight or live and die this way

is this what he wants for himself? a life where he's too afraid to go further than indy? a life where he lets himself get left behind? a life without eddie?

and so steve does make a decision. he's meant to be staying at dustin's for the weekend, but he excuses himself after dinner, let's dustin know where he's going to which dustin responds, "go get him, steve."

he drives straight to chicago without stopping until he's pulling up outside the aragon. he parks on a side street and dips around to the back entrance, hoping he can sweet talk his way in since he doesn't have a ticket. the bouncer at the door gives him a skeptical once over, but asks for his name anyway.

"uh, steve, steve harrington," he says, disappointment already lodging in his chest. this guy doesn't seem like the type to cave to any kind of charm.

the bouncer looks down at his list, looks back up at steve like he's trying to figure him out...and then steps aside. "go on."

steve freezes. his name was on the list. his name was on the list? his stomach does a nervous little flip of elation. he remembers all those phone calls with eddie while he was out of state, asking steve to come. "your name's on the list," he'd say every time. steve wonders if he kept it there on purpose or if he just never bothered to take it off.

steve slips past the bouncer and he can hear the band now. the noisy guitars and frenetic drums and eddie. eddie's voice growling over familiar lyrics and steve nearly starts crying all over again.

he glances at his watch. it's nearly 2 am. this will be their final song. he makes his way to the green room and waits.

steve doesn't have to wait long, but it feels like an eternity. then the band is spilling into the green room, a riot of sweat and laughter and raised voices. eddie is literally bouncing, electric with the adrenaline of performing. and then he sees steve.

he stares at him for a long moment, eye wide and blinking like he isn't sure steve is real. he glances at gareth and jeff, who are likewise staring and they shrug. they don't know what he's doing there either, but they see him too.

"steve?" eddie says, just to be sure.

"hey, ed."

eddie breaks away from the rest of the guys and tugs steve into a corner of the room that's obscured by a rolling rack of clothes. the rest of the band tactfully ignores them.

"what are you doing here?" eddie asks.

steve shrugs, not because he doesn't know but because he's not sure how to explain himself.

"i missed you," steve says. which is true, but isn't quite the right answer. he's missed eddie every day since they broke up. "i don't...i don't want to do this anymore," he continues. "not without you."

eddie searches his face, eyes tightening and mouth drawing into a line like his heart is breaking all over again. "what do you mean?"

steve wants to kiss him. he stinks like sweat and leather and stale beer and steve wants to bury his face in his hair and breathe him in for all eternity. "i miss you," he repeats. "i love you. i want to try again. i want to come with you this time, when i can. i want to make it work. i can't...i can't lose you."

he's choking up now, his voice cracking over the final words.

"steve," eddie breathes, his expression shifting in a way that makes steve feel a little sick. like eddie hates what he's about to say. like he's about to let steve down gently.

"no," steve says. "no." he grabs at the front of the vest eddie is wearing, denim over his bare chest and the mottled demobat scars. "do you still love me?"

now eddie is the one who looks like he's about to cry.

"steve," he says.

"do you?"

eddie shuts his eyes and knocks their foreheads together. "of course i do, stevie."

"then i want to try again," he says. "i mean it. it'll be different this time. i promise. eddie, i promise." he swallows hard past the lump in his throat. "i don't want to live and die without you."

eddie opens his eyes, stares directly into steve's for a long moment, and then his hands come up to frame steve's face and he's kissing him. steve makes a broken noise in the back of his throat and surges forward, nearly unbalancing eddie in the process. but eddie pushes right back, pressing steve up against the wall as he kisses him and kisses him and kisses him.

"i love you," steve says again when they pause to catch their breath. "i'm sorry."

eddie buries his face in steve's neck, his breath hot and fast against steve's skin. "me too," he murmurs.

months later when steve and eddie are driving from indy to hawkins after the tour is over, 'fast car' comes on the radio and steve tells eddie that it was this song that made him come to chicago. eddie says he'll have to write tracy chapman a thank you letter, snags steve's hand and brings it to his mouth, kisses over his knuckles. steve's never been happier in his entire life.

can't stop thinking about the first time steve hears 'fast car' by tracy chapman, except in a version of things where he and eddie have dated and broken up.

they went pretty strong for about a year, but then eddie's band blew up and he was touring all the time and neither of them figured out how to deal with the distance. eddie wanted steve to come with him. steve never wanted to stray too far from hawkins in case the kids needed him. he and robin went as far as indianapolis, but any further and steve feels the panic closing in at the thought of being too far away if something were to go wrong again. eddie, on the other hand, thinks there is no amount distance he could put between himself and hawkins that would be too much.

it ends because of a blow out fight, though they make peace enough after the fact to insist they'll remain friends. it's only true insofar as they're civil when they inevitably see each other at holiday gatherings. dustin's hasn't quite given up on getting them back together.

it's one such holiday, easter 1988, when steve is driving back from indianapolis alone. robin is catching a ride back with vickie the next day. he doesn't even know if eddie's going to be there. he might be on the other side of the country for all he knows, but driving back to hawkins always makes him think of eddie these days. most things make him think of eddie.

'fast car' comes on the radio and steve turns it up, likes the catchy opening notes. the first verse twists something deep in his gut and by the end of the second, he's already starting to cry. when he gets to the chorus, a loud sob wrenches out of his chest.

he makes it to the second chorus before he has to pull over or risk crashing the car. he slams it into park and the song keeps playing and steve sits in the driver's seat and sobs.

[engeorged]

Obi’s Place

Words - @engeorged

Pictures - @badoobers

I’d only taken the job as a favour for a friend originally. He had a family wedding and a big delivery order came in so I offered to drive the truck for him so he could still go. I’d driven trucks in the army a few years back so I still had my licence. The delivery went really well and I ended up really enjoying it. The long night shifts on my own in the cab driving across the country were really nice. I’ve always liked spending time on my own so it was ideal. I’m Ben by the way, nice to meet you.

After the army I’d tried lots of things, building work, nightclub bouncer, personal trainer, but I’d never last more than a few months in any of them. I guess I don't really like doing what I’m told anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not disruptive or rogue, I just like to do things on my own terms at my own pace. Besides, the physical work was beginning to get harder now I was putting on a little timber. I’m a big guy anyway, 6’5, and thanks to my Scandinavian genes I’m pretty broad shouldered. Being in the army I’d bulked up a lot, bulging muscles everywhere. I was even asked to do some modelling when I came out of the army, for a sports brand, but I’m not a show-off really so it didn’t suit. Now I’m back to being a civilian, the muscle has broadly stayed but it’s now accompanied by a fairly rounded solid belly, which I don't hate. Sitting in a cab eating late probably doesn’t help but I don’t mind too much. Female attention has dried up a fair bit but to be honest the male attention seems to suit me better anyway. I like the way guys look at my belly and muscles and comment on them. Probably something to explore at some point!

Anyway, enough about me, I’m here to tell you what happened to me a few nights ago. I’m sufficiently recovered and I think I need to get it out of my system. I’ve no frame of reference as to how to tell it either as nothing like this has ever happened to me before. Hope it’s ok to tell you? I was doing a run I'd done dozens of times and I was only a few hours away and running a little early. It was 6am in the morning and I was starving. The place I normally stop for breakfast was closed for refurbishment so I was looking out for a diner or some sort. That's when I saw the sign. I’d never noticed it before, which was strange as it was big and illuminated with flood lights. The text was fading and shabby so it must have been there years? The sign pointed to ‘Obi’s All You Can Eat Breakfast’ 300 yards down the road. As I said, I was hungry, so I pulled in! It looked a little run down but as I walked in the door I felt immediately at home. The place was deserted so I found myself a seat. There was no menu on the table but the seat was super comfy and a recliner which I thought was a little weird. That definitely came in handy later!

I didn’t have to wait long but out of nowhere the waiter appeared with his little notebook and pen and asked to take my order. He was quite striking with sharp cheekbones and slender features and a wry smile that seemed to be his resting face. His eyes were sharp and a piercing ice blue and seemed to bury into my soul when I looked at him. It felt like I knew him from somewhere but I couldn't quite work it out. I questioned the lack of menu but then said I wanted the all you can eat breakfast. He wrote in his book, his smile increasing ever so slightly. I asked how it worked and he just said he would return and popped his little book on the table with a card reader. I paid the amount and looked up at him. He really was a beautiful man and looking back I’m pretty sure there was a tiny touch of purple in those eyes but I don’t think I believed it. He looked at me and handed me a pen. He indicated I was to sign the notepad. All he’d written in there was ‘All you can eat’ in beautiful cursive handwriting with silver ink. I thought it was a little extra, but not wanting to look stupid, I signed it. And after I’ve finished telling you the story you’ll probably understand what happened there. But for now let’s just say I was confused. He smiled his smile and left to go to the kitchen.

Normally in a restaurant you can smell food when you go in but this place lacked the olfactory magnificence these places normally have. I looked around trying to find the buffet but there were just more tables. This place was starting to creep me out a little bit but then I began to smell food. The bacon was the first smell but then I started smelling coffee and something baking. My belly immediately began to growl and my hunger began to grow. I’m a big guy so it will come as no surprise to you that I can eat a lot. I was known for it in the army and would regularly be challenged to eating contests with the other cadets. My trick was to finish my own food and then polish off theirs whilst they were sick in the corner! It's why I’m not really surprised the gut has arrived. It was inevitable really.

I didn’t have to wait long before the waiter returned with my food. The plate was enormous. And I mean Enormous with a capital E. If I was sharing it with other people I would have still commented on how much food they brought. I was surprised at the ease at which the waiter was carrying it. It was like it was an empty paper plate! He put it on the table along with a big mug of coffee, a basket of muffins and a huge glass of orange juice. (I know, I know, that’s too much food and not enough hands. What can I say, I was oblivious!)

The food was piled high on the platter. Bacon, sausage, eggs done four ways, beans, a huge bowl of fries for some reason? There was more on the plate but honestly I can’t remember much else! It gets a little hazy from there. I tucked in earnestly, hitting the bacon and sausages first and dipping them in the eggs. The food tasted so amazing I almost forgot where I was. Lost in the huge meal in front of me. I’m not really one for words so I don't know how to describe how the food tasted. The bacon tasted like morning I guess, that's the only way I could describe it. I could have sworn the sausages were the same as my family butchers from when I was a kid, and the eggs nearly made me cry, they tasted just like my Grandma used to make. It must have taken me half an hour to clear it and by the time I was soaking up the last of the juices with some toast, I was stuffed. I could feel my belly pushing into the waistband of my jeans. (I don’t wear a belt! For obvious reasons!) I learnt back and pushed my hand underneath the band and freed my belly a little. If I was at home, I’d have just undone the top button but I wasn’t sure about that in this place. I sat back to finish the coffee and let my stomach settle. To be honest, at that point I thought I’d overdone it a bit. My T-shirt was feeling a little snug and I had the ‘full burps’. You know the ones where you have to blow it out of your lips as you think it helps?

I’d only been sitting back a few minutes when the waiter turned up out of nowhere with a huge stack of pancakes covered in butter and syrup and a full salad bowl full of berries and fruit. He placed them down in front of me and produced a bowl of whipped cream and another pot of coffee. (Yes I know! The waiter's hand to food ratio still didn’t add up!! Hindsight is a bitch right?) I laughed at how much food there was and looked up but he’d gone. Now I don’t want you to judge me. I know I said I thought I’d overdone it already but you have to understand how incredible they looked and smelled. In my defence, I was only planning on eating a few and then I was gonna leave! I think you’ve guessed what happened next? I ate the lot! And they were delicious. Easily the best pancakes I’ve ever eaten. Each mouthful was better than the rest and dispite how full I was feeling I kept eating. I almost didn’t realise I’d finished them until my fork hit the plate and found it empty. A little startled I leant back and the true extent of my fullness hit me. My belly had really blown out and was super hard and bloated. My T-shirt was stretched tightly over it and the full burps were back. I didn’t really care at that point so I pulled my shirt up to have a look. My gut, which is pretty furry, was distended and hard. I must have eaten enough at that meal for a family of six and reader, it showed! The shyness I felt before now gone, I popped the button on my jeans and let it all expand to fullness. Rubbing the tight surface felt so good. I wasn’t sure how I was gonna get back in my cab and keep driving but I knew now was the time to leave.

Getting up out of the chair was hard as I couldn’t really lean forwards.As I was struggling, the waiter appeared and asked me what I was doing, in his sing-song voice. I politely explained I was done and needed to go but he wasn’t having any of it. He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down to my seat. I don’t know how to describe the push to be honest. He wasn’t a big guy and yet the push was firm enough to move me without being forceful. It was like I didn’t have a choice but to sit down. I’d also not realised that he’d brought more food over. A second platter had appeared full of pastries. There had to be more than a dozen and they were big! There was no way I was eating any more food! He wasn’t going anywhere this time, he was just standing over me with a hand gently on my shoulder. I tried to move but I literally couldn’t. He picked up a pastry with his long fingers and brought it to my mouth. I’m 31 years old and not since I was a toddler have I let anyone feed me so I can’t really explain what happened next but I simply let him feed me the pastries. Bite after bite I chewed and obediently swallowed them all. Each one a different flavour and texture. Chocolate crème filled, orange and lemon, cinnamon flavoured. All perfectly baked. Every pastry disappearing down my throat and pushing my already engorged belly out even further. I could feel my stomach stretching out, the skin getting tighter around the mass of food contained within. My T-shirt was already stretched but it was now starting to feel restrictive.

As I finished the last mouthful, I swallowed and came round a bit. It sort of hit home how much I’d just eaten and how unusual it was I’d allowed a total stranger to feed me like that. As these thoughts were swirling around my head, he just reached down with his spare hand and with one finger began to lift my T-shirt. I swear it pushed out even further as the fabric released my belly. It looked comically huge, like it had been inflated by a hidden hose somewhere. I looked up at him. My T-shirt is now resting on top of my bloated sphere and he just smiles at me. That was the first time I noticed there was something not quite right about this situation. His smile wasn’t quite human. I don’t think I’ve any other way of explaining it. Well, his smile and the fact that without him moving to the kitchen the table was yet again loaded with a huge plate full of waffles covered in syrup and at least a gallon tub of ice cream dumped over the stop.

Now reader, let me pause here. I don’t know who you are or whether you’re researching the supernatural or just plain enjoying how big my gut gets here. But I hope you’re understanding the unreal amount of food I’m currently carrying inside myself. You’re probably desensitised to eating this big if you’re reading this as a gainer story. Those walking balloons in gainer fiction eat tons as if it’s nothing! But this actually happened to me. I ate and ate and ate until my gut looked like an exercise ball. That’s not normal! Go back and count how much food is in me right now. It’s a lot!

Well, on with the story! You know what happened next I’m sure. The brain fog came on me again and I obediently chowed down. Loaded waffle after loaded waffle disappeared into my now enormous gut. His fingers dancing over me and pushing it into my mouth. My belly now uninhibited by the fabric of my T-shirt, now advancing forwards, and inevitably to the sides as well. It was beginning to take on a character of its own. (And maybe a small moon as well?) By the time the plate was empty I could hardly breathe. I was taking in breath but only my rib cage had the ability to go anywhere. My mammoth gut was totally maxed and unmoving. It’s firm surface covered in my stretched furry skin. The zipper on my jeans had given up the fight and was completely down to the base. (It kind of made me wish I’d worn boxers. But what can a guy do!)

The waiter leant over and slid his hand down the side of the chair which promptly reclined. I’d forgotten it was a recliner which really made me jump but the weight of my gut meant I couldn’t really do anything about it. My plaid shirt now falling back and simply framing the swell of my gut. I couldn’t see him any more but I was aware he was doing something. I just took the opportunity to lay there and concentrate on nothing but digesting this mountain of food. After a few minutes I began to feel his cold hands on the underside of my belly. Gently at first but getting firmer as he stroked his way up the peak to the top of the curve. My eyes almost rolled back in my head, it was so good. He rubbed every inch of my distended abdomen with firm unyielding strokes. I could almost feel the food redistributing inside me. Whatever he was doing it was bringing a huge amount of relief from how swollen I had become. I don’t know how long it lasted for but all I know is it was some kind of magic. When he’d finished, I found myself inexplicably feeding not quite full. I tried to look up to see what he was doing and peered over my hefty mound. Already, I could see more food on the table which should have maybe panicked me more than it did. I searched around for the waiter and couldn’t find him, until all of a sudden he appeared next to me. Looking over me with that smile of his. I asked him who he was and why he was doing this to me. And he just smiled and sort of shimmered. He leant down and whispered into my ear. ‘Aren’t you enjoying your breakfast?’ I paused to think about my answer. And friends (because I think of us as friends now you’re reading my story) I had to answer truthfully. Even though this was the single strangest experience of my life, and even though I was currently under the very real threat of bursting right open, I had to nod. I was enjoying myself! He stood up and smiled. Yet again he sort of shimmered and then there were four of him. I know how that sounds and I know what you’re thinking but honestly I can only tell you what I remember. It might have been a hallucination brought on by my gluttony or some sort of glucose high, but in front of me were four identical men all smiling the same smile.

If you’re still reading then I can only apologise for what happens next, I can best describe it as an eating frenzy. In a flash all four of them began feeding me whatever had been placed on the table. In the reclined position I found it easier to lay back and just let it happen. If this was to be my last day on earth then at least the food was good. They didn’t even take it in turns to be honest. There were eight hands everywhere all at once. There wasn’t a moment when someone wasn’t putting some food into my mouth. I’m not even sure I had time to chew half of it. Bacon, waffles, eggs, bread, pastries, biscuits and gravy, random meats. It just kept coming. More and more food sliding down into my now obscenely distended belly. I could feel their hands on my gut massaging and pawing at me. They were all over me, on my sides and middle, on my shoulders and for some reason, on my throat! I think they were massaging the food right into me and it was working. Even though I couldn’t see it I could feel my belly expanding at quite a pace. I don’t know if they fed me for twenty minutes or twenty hours. By the size of me at the end it was probably the latter. As suddenly as it had started, the feeding stopped. The last mouthful of food still in my mouth. It took every last bit of energy I had left to swallow it but I made it. My eyes were closed at this point but I took all my courage and opened one and looked down. What I can only describe as a wall of belly surged up in front of me. My swollen belly had literally tripled in size. It didn’t look like it was mine. It looked like some sort of balloon had rested on me. I had to tentatively lift my hands to touch it to make sure it was actually me. My hands made contact with the sides and it was definitely mine. The skin was totally solid to touch, like the side of my truck. I had eaten enough food to feed my entire barracks back in the army. Whatever the waiter was, he had coaxed a shit ton of food into my now maxed out belly. I lay there, my brain unable to process what had just happened. Within minutes I was asleep in a coma of digestion.

So that’s my story. I have no idea how I got back to my truck, and even less idea as to how I had arrived at the depot and made the delivery. Waking up in there I was basically wedged in the steering column, it had gone down a little bit but not much. I’ve been back down the road where the diner was and there is zero sign of it. No sign, no carpark, no diner. The only thing I have is the little slip of paper from the waiter's notepad with the words ‘All you can eat’ and my own signature in the silvery ink. I don’t really know why I’m telling you this? I don’t know if it’s to validate what happened to me and make it real or if it’s just to see if anyone else has had an experience with one of these guys? Reach out if you’ve got any information. I don’t think I’m mad at him? And if I’m being totally honest with myself, I kind of want to find him again? See if that really was all I could eat!

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[liliansun]

Stressed

Heeseung 18+ au

Pairing: Heeseung!escort x reader!female

Warnings: oral sex (female receiving), no they didn’t fuck but they might if there’s a part two

Genre: smut

a/n: minors, do not interact + inspired by this photo, don’t ask why cus idk

2.3k wc

Stress wasn’t just a word, it had became your mood. Work had been wringing you dry and you were one snarky comment away from snapping. You decided to confide in your friend before you completely lost your mind. Maybe this is where you went wrong, but you couldn’t turn back time. Laying on your couch, you dialed up your dearest friends number. When he answered, you could hear the shock in his voice. “Well well well, hello y/n, what a pleasant surprise.” You rolled your eyes, scoffing at his cocky tone. “Don’t make me regret this Jungkook, I’m calling because I’m stressed out.” He chuckled, such a husky voice that seduces all. All except you, of course, you didn’t want to affect the friendship you two had by sleeping with one another.

“Tell me what’s on mind y/n.” He asked, almost sounding genuinely concerned. You let out a long sigh, looking up at your ceiling. “I am so stressed out with my job, I hate it there Jungkook.” He responded with a soft hum to let you know you he was still listening. “I’m genuinely close to loosing my shit, I need a new job.” Hearing the click of Jungkook’s tongue caught your attention. “You know y/n, I could always help you relax.” Dragging out the last of his sentence to emphasize his intentions. Any time he could, he offered up the option to slip you into his bed. The many nights you two have gotten drunk, you always consider taking him on up his offer, but never act on those thoughts.

“I’m not going to sleep with you, how many times do I have to say that?” Somehow, this humored Jungkook. He snickered into the phone, brining a small smile across your face. “I didn’t mean sleep with me y/n, although I definitely wouldn’t mind at all.” Tempted to hang up and binge watch all the Big Mouth seasons on Netflix, you stay on the phone and hope he’ll entertain you. “Why don’t you come down to the club and let one of my boys give you a good time.” You knew he ran a club, but you didn’t think having a male stripper grind on you for a certain amount of time could help relieve your stress.

“You don’t even have to pay, I can give you a free first time. I have a new group of escorts and you’ll love them.” So he has escorts, interesting. The thought of taking him up on his offer was devilishly tempting, almost too tempting, but you couldn’t answer just yet. “Hmm, I’ll think about it and let you know.” You could practically hear him smile through the phone while some shuffling was occurring. “If you do, ask for Ethan and tell them you know JK.” Before you could respond, he had hung up to leave you with your thoughts and questions.

That phone call had ate at you for days, leaving you hungry for the offer Jungkook had left for you. That’s how you found yourself in front of the club he owned, wearing the shortest dress you owned. The bouncer outside the door was giving you weird looks, so you decided to walk up yo him. “Can I help you, ma’am?“ he asked, looking down at you with one brow raised. You cleared your throat, pulling your dress down with a ounce of regret. “Uhm, I’m y/n. I know JK and he told me to ask for Ethan?” The look on his face changed completely, he was more surprised than shocked. He opened the door to the club, pointing down the dark, neon lit hallway to the bar. “Go up there and ask for Ethan.” You stepped inside the club, waving at him before turning back to the crowd.

The club was overly crowded for your taste, but you pushed through the sea of people and finally found yourself at the bar. There was a girl at the bar serving drinks, a single pink streak on the side of her beautifully dark hair. She seemed to notice you staring at her, making her way towards you from the other side of the bar. “You look like you’ve never done this before.” She said, leaning against the counter. “Uhm, the bouncer told me to tell you I am here for Ethan, JK sent me?” You said, rubbing your thighs nervously as you leaned in so she’ll be able to hear you.

She smiled widely, turning away to start mixing a drink. You couldn’t exactly see what she was adding while she faced away from you, but when she turned back she poured a clear liquid into a tall glass. “Here, drink this before I take you back, you’ll need it.” You hesitantly took the class, bringing it up to your lips and taking a long sip. Whatever she made, it was sweet and sour. Surprisingly, you enjoyed it so you took another sip, feeling the drink run down your throat and warm your entire body. You started to relax the more you sipped on the drink, swaying a little to the music. Watching the people in front of you sway and grind against each other made you kind of sad that you didn’t get to do the same with someone.

As you finished your drink, the bartender tapped your shoulder to motion you to follow her. You straightened yourself up, fixing your dress. You had to be quick to catch up to her as she walked through a pair of velvet curtains. The hallway was much more luxurious than the one you in initially walked through. The walls looked so soft and the fabric looked padded. She trialed down this hallway, walking a lot quicker than you’d like since you chose to wear your tallest set of heals. A regret you’ll suffer from later you figured. When she turned a corner, there was a door that she stopped in front of. “Go inside, Ethan will be in shortly.” She said, leaving you to stand in front of the door as she walked back down towards the bar.

Part of you wanted to run back, leave the club and go home as if nothing happened. Another part of you were curious and as they say, curiosity kills the cat. You opened the door, seeing a black ouch against one wall, a bed on the opposite wall and a box at the foot of the bed. The box was big, it had a latch on it. You reached out, wanting to open the box, but a sudden voice stopped you before you could. “Opening it up when I’m not in here? You must be eager.” The voice was deep, almost husky. You turned around to find a tall, slender man in a full black suit standing by the doorway. He had rich blue hair, slicked back enough to expose his god-like features.

“You must be y/n.” He spoke again, stepping towards you. Your lips parted, words forming in your head, but not making it out of your mouth. “JK has told me good things about you, very good things.” You stood there, frozen from shock as he got closer. You didn’t realize how close he had gotten till he was towering down at you, “speak angel, I wanna hear your voice.” You took in a deep breath, chewing on your bottom lip as you looked into his eyes. “You’re Ethan?” You asked, barely above a whisper. He chuckled, nodding as his warm came up to caress your shoulder. “That’s me, angel. I’m here for whatever you need, you just tell me.” Your mind was racing at the thoughts of his skin against yours.

“I’m stressed.” Is all you could say as your brain was focusing on the hot touch of his hands on your skin. “Stressed? I can help with that, is there anything specific you want me to do or can I take control.” He spoke so close to you, his chest now pressed against yours and his lips ghosting just above your hear. His voice sent shivers down your body, making you want to melt into his embrace. “You can take control.” You said, loud enough for him to hear. Your soft voice earned a grunt from him, watching him take a step back. “Cherry will be your safe word, understand angel?” He said as he swiftly picked you up by your waist and sat you on the edge of the bed.

You held your breath as he kneeled down in front of you. The dim light was doing his features justice, especially with the angle he’s at. His hands slid from your waist down to your bare thighs, gently rubbing at your skin. He was smiling at you so sweetly as his hands slid underneath the fabric of your dress. You bit your lip, watching a man you didn’t know begin to do things you could only imagine. You weren’t a virgin, but it had been way too long since you last gave into your sexual needs. When his hands found your bare waist, his lips turned up to a smirk.

“No panties?“ he asked as he used his elbows to separate your legs. “You’re a lot dirtier than I expected.” He spoke before he leaned in. His lips met your inner thigh, earning a soft sigh from you. He left soft, open-mouthed kisses to trial up your thigh. He was so close to your core, the anticipation was killing you as he swiftly moved his kisses to the opposite thigh instead of where you needed him most. “Ethan,” you said, almost breathless before he cut you off. “Heeseung.” He said, grunting as his lips trailed up your skin.

“H-Heeseung, please.” You replied, staring down at him with flushed cheeks. He glanced up at you, smirking at your desperation. He enjoying your needy tone, deciding to be nice and give into your pleas. His lips brushed against your core, making your hips jerk forward. You earned a satisfied groan from him as he felt your core press against his lips. You were slick from your own arousal, coating his lips completely. Parting his lips, Heeseung drags his tongue against your slit. You throw your head back as a soft moan left your lips, his hot mouth against throbbing core. His tongue found its way up to your clit, swirling it around the sensitive bud.

Your hands were gripping the sheet beneath you, softly moaning his name. Heeseung held your waist tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he toyed with your clit. He was becoming intoxicated with the way you taste, he didn’t want to ever come up for air. Like a starved man, he buried his head between your legs. His tongue was explored your pussy like it was a gold mine, dipping into your core before coming back up to lap against your clit. A pit in your stomach was beginning to form, only growing stronger as he was edging you close to your orgasm. “Gonna c-cum.” You managed to moan as he nibbled softly against your overly sensitive clit. You were so close, so desperate for your orgasm and Heeseung made sure you’d get it. He pulled back, lips and chin covered in your arousal.

He looked like the word sex was invented because of him, he was such a sight, but the loss of his mouth had you wining. You get one of his hands move from your waist, gently rubbing at your skin as it slipped between your legs. His thumb found your clit, rubbing it slowly as he locked eyes with you. You couldn’t stare at him while he did such filthy things to you, but you couldn’t look away. Your orgasm was coming close and your legs were starting to shake. Heeseung seemed to notice, slipping one finger into your soaked entrance. Your arms almost failed to hold you up as he slid his finger in and out of you with a slow pace. “That’s it baby, you can come.” He said as he licked his lips, relishing in the taste of you left on his mouth. Something in you snapped, like a chain being broken as your orgasm came crashing down leaving you a shaking mess as you clenched around his finger.

As your body relaxed from your climax, you lifted your head up to find him smiling up at you. Still positioned between your legs, he was gently rubbing your hip with his hand. You winced when you felt him pull his finger from your sensitive entrance. Heeseung brought the finger up to his lips, licking it clean while locking eyes with yours. You had never seen such a lewd, making him more resistible than before. He stood up, fixing his suit before holding his hand out for you. Hesitantly, you took his hand and stood with a slight wobble to your legs. Heeseung smiled, holding your hand for your own stability. “I hope you enjoyed your time, angel.” You looked up at him, disappointment starting to settle. Was this it? Will you see him again?

“Maybe next time you’ll get to come on my cock instead.” He said, licking his lips. His words shot warmth straight to your core, lighting the fire he just put out. “Next time?” You asked, holding his hand a little tighter than you should have. He nods, slowly walking you to the door. “Jungkook only gave you 30 minutes, but I can give you more.” He said, pulling something out of his pocket. When he handed it to you, you noticed it had his address and phone number on it. “Do you give this to all the girls who pay for your time?” You asked, slightly hurt by the thought of you being nothing was but a payment to him. You heard laugh, such a pretty laugh. “That’s actually strictly for my modeling agency, but for you I can make an exception.”

Those very words were how you found yourself in bed the same night, thinking about Heeseung and his offer to see you again. He had given you such a good time, you wondered how more can he give. Staring at the card, you decided that you’d see him tomorrow. A little more time couldn’t hurt, right?

©︎ liliansun

[villagerain]

steeleidolon​:

“Shame. You’ve got a good voice for it. If you were to read reports aloud, I might not complain,” Kunsel ventures with a shrug, elbow propped to the bar, eyes half-lidded.

The determined performer is not his concern. Nobody has called on him to intercede. The bouncers have their jobs to do, after all, and the scuffle that erupts as they take notice of and move to eject the drunk man for a second time is vaguely entertaining. The rest of the patrons seem to think so, at least, and meanwhile the stage remains empty.

Ebb and flow, people come and go.

Kunsel cannot quite tell if Balto is inebriated or simply affecting it, playing a role as Turks are wont. Everyone has vices. Everyone. Some are more damaging than others. Some are riskier than others.

The alcohol in his own beverages might not do much, but maybe. Maybe it is a mood, maybe it is a quiet sort of desperation, but he considers his reflection in the mirror-still and lambent orange surface of his drink.

“We do. Some more than others,” he answers against his better judgment. “Sometimes a little external noise helps.”

Helps drown out the inner chaos, he doesn’t say, censoring himself with a tap of copper-glossed fingernail to glass. He doesn’t say it but it is there on the air, in the wry slant of his mouth. Perhaps he could stand to throw Balto a bone once in a while, lest the dark-haired swordsman find himself reassigned in exchange for someone like Reno. The devil you know and all that.

“It’s a change of pace anyway.”

Speaking of a change of pace, he quaffs the rest of his sipping beverage, inhaling a slow breath as if to fan the alcohol fumes through his sinuses - to little intoxicating avail, but the contrasting burn and chill from the hyper-cooled liquid is at least a unique sensation. Grounding in its own way, like the click of gil chits across the counter to settle his tab.

“Gonna get some fresh-er air.” A jut of chin to the back where the bouncers tossed the caterwauler is an invitation, probably, before he stands and rounds the half-wall corner to collect his coat and weapons on his way out.

He has been reckless before, and that mistake ultimately cost him his freedom. A price he would gladly pay again, for all that an old swordsmith saw any worth in a child no better than a beast. A price he is willing to pay, but a mistake he won’t commit a second time. What a quandary. 

Plans– he’s always been piss-poor with those. The more elaborate they get, the more difficult it becomes to keep track of all the variables and account for every little misstep. People, on the other hand. The right person at the right time can change everything.

Silence is most terrifying when the line of communication has suddenly broken. Waiting, not knowing, is its own form of agony. A yawning void that takes but does not give back.

Noise. He can make noise.

 “You wanna hear me read reports?” The slur is there, slight; vibrations of vowels pushed against the roof of his mouth and his numbed brain. He isn’t totally gone. “It’s dreadful. Most of mine go something like, subject first name: Joe, last name: redacted. Cause of death: ingestion of sulfuric acid. Self-inflicted. That one was a messy affair. Let’s see…Spillage over the torso and severe chemical burns around the jaw and throat, coagulative necrosis discoloring the flesh and blood vessels. Complete shutdown of all major internal organs within minutes. Cooked from the inside out. Personal records suggest large amounts of debt owed to redacted. Redacted. Redacted. Lots of that.” 

Balto is intimately familiar with the cataloguing and documenting deaths of many in the Company records. Paper-pushers, Public Security Officers, SOLDIERs, the whole gamut. They give him the interesting cases. 

Amending them, doctoring them…he’s done that too. Pertinent information for someone looking to confirm the validity of questionable KIA reports. 

The carrot is garishly orange, however tantalizing it may be, the implication is obvious. At least the alcohol has served its purpose. Room for plausible deniability, or the opportunity for an arrangement that could be beneficial for both of them.

Now the real challenge begins: whether he can successfully follow Kunsel out the back door without falling off a tightrope that doesn’t exist. With confidence (imagined) and an unsteady slip-wobble-walk off the bar stool, he says, “Rrright behind you…”

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Ares

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares

Lucifer

He cannot overstate what kind of damage this mortal was able to do in their first few seconds in the Devildom...

The instant they got to their feet, they had managed to incapacitate Satan and knock down Beel. Lucifer himself tried to get between them and Diavolo but…

If he hadn’t moved his head, if he was standing just ONE INCH to the left… he wouldn’t have a head anymore. Barbatos was there to intervene, but had he not they could have probably taken out the Avatar of Pride and done critical damage to the Demon Prince himself in one strike...

Frankly, Lucifer prefers not to dwell on that moment... He's sure Ares must be proud of this one...

He pretty much treats the mortal like a live bomb afterward, if he can get away with not interacting with them at all, that’s what he’ll do.

He’s NOT scared of them... much... It’s just that they have a bullish and uncooperative attitude at best and since they know they can take any of them, they don't even consider him - Lucifer, the eldest demon brother - a threat...

But you know what the most frustrating thing is? They won't give him an inch of respect, but they'll always listen to Levi! Levi!!

Look, Lucifer knows he may not hold a rank among the Hell's army and he might not have been a major player in the Celestial/Demonic wars of the day, but he's still the strongest demons here, dammit!! 😡

Lucifer finds nothing is more embarrassing than having to ask Levi of all people to keep the mortal in line because he can't... Oh, the humiliation… He hopes they leave soon...

Mammon

At first, he thought they were scary. But in time he thought they were scary… and also pretty damn awkward.

Mammon wasn’t there when they more or less wiped out the majority of his brothers in the Conference Hall but when he finally showed up he'd never seen Lucifer look so pale… If THAT doesn't make you shit your pants, he doesn't know what will.

Naturally, he kind of toned it down on the "stupid human" stuff real quick after seeing that…

But here's the thing. After the two made a pact together, Mammon started to notice that the MC wasn't all that mean, they were just… violent?

He legitimately thought that they couldn’t stand him for a while until one day a guy on the street called him a dirtbag. The MC threw a punch right there! No questions asked, they just decked that guy!!

It was kind of touching… and messy. Very messy. Did he mention that they’re terrifying yet? 😥

As it turns out, the MC has apparently spent a lot of their life just fighting things and being asked to fight things so they're not very used to showing non-violent affection… 

It took him awhile, but he realized that their way of saying, "I like you," is, "I will attack your enemies." So now all he does when his brothers tease him is say, "I'm telling MC!'' and they'll stop immediately. It's great!! 😁

Considers them to be his bodyguard when he goes out to gamble in some… shadier places. Most of the time not even the bouncers want to take on the MC, ain't nobody getting paid enough to lose that many teeth…

Leviathan

Okay, so. It's not very obvious anymore, but he USED to be on the front lines of the war against demons in the Celestial Realm. He was in charge of battle strategies, he led armies, and even now he still holds the highest rank of the royal navy!

So leave it to the kid of a war god to sniff all that out about him, huh…? They appeared to know all about his record the instant they saw him and they actually seemed to respect him for it!

For context, this mortal tells pretty much everybody to shove off but any time he’s around they call him “Admiral” or “sir” and actually pay attention to what he says! He can tell it drives Lucifer insane, but honestly? It’s a bit of an ego boost. 😌

It’s sort of cute when they come to him asking for tactical advice… They get just as into it as he does with his anime and any time he points out something that they haven't seen before they get so excited it's like they're a kid watching a magic trick. HUGE ego boost. 😏

Speaking of anime, it’s hit or miss whether or not they can watch any of it. Anything with good fight scenes (and let’s be honest, not that much talking) they’re on board for. But if the hero and the villain talk to each other for like an episode before throwing punches then the MC will just rant...

MC: “The enemy is distracted... Why aren’t they attacking yet??”

Levi: “Because the villain killed the hero’s best friend and they’re-”

MC: “They could avenge their friend right now if they ended things right here!”

Levi: “MC, we’ve been over this... That’s not how plot works.”

MC: “And now he got away!! See?? They should have killed him when they had the chance!”

Levi: “*sigh*... Let’s just play some CoD.”

Satan 

The last thing he remembered when the “human” hopped out of the portal was a sharp pain to the side of the temple and Asmo wailing as he fell unconscious…

Yeeeeah, not great. And unfortunately for the mortal the Avatar of Wrath tends to hold a grudge… 

For a comparatively brief moment in time, all of Satan’s considerable ire had shifted away from Lucifer and to their new housemate. They found their bed, clothes, pillows, food, and even their toothbrush cursed!

… But Ares kids must be built from some strong stuff, because half of what he employed didn’t even faze them! He even put an explosive spell on their backpack and not only did they tank the blast, it didn’t hurt them at all!! It was like they’re damn near immortal!

Annnnd they kind of are. Apparently the MC had taken a dip in the River Styx at some point before and became nigh invulnerable…

Was it maybe a little terrifying to know that they had kidnapped a nearly invincible demigod on the level of Achilles? Yes. Did that also mean that they must have had a weakness too? In theory....

Satan honestly devoted a depressing amount of time trying to uncover the “Achilles’ Heel” of his new sworn enemy… until…

The MC was walking with him and Asmo to RAD one morning when they passed by a group of lesser demons harassing a small puppy. Now Satan may be more of a cat man, but NO ONE fucks with animals while he’s around.

He was right about to go over and rip those demons a new one but the MC actually beat him to it! Apparently, the second that they realized what was happening, they launched themselves forward and started bashing the abusers' heads into a wall!

… Live by violence, forgive by violence because in that very moment Satan decided they weren’t so bad after all. He even joined in!

Oh, Asmo gave them both shit all day for the bloodstains on their uniforms and the scratches on their… everywhere, but it’s not like either of them cared. Righteous justice had been served and it was glorious!!

100% would team up with the MC in some kind of vigilante “punish-all-animal-abusers” gig. They have but to ask. 😌

Asmodeus

Oh they TERRIFIED Asmo when they first showed up! How else was he supposed to react?? They brought down his brothers like they were made of cardboard!!

Though he had to admit that the confident, battle-ready look they had about them was sexy as hell, he knew better than to go bear poking! 😣 He avoided them like plague until they finally asked him for a pact.

And then he discovered something… something very unexpected….

They're actually adorable!!!

Okay, like, not in appearance (they look like they could pile drive Cerberus for Pete’s sake!) but he discovered that they have NO CLUE how to handle physical affection. Like zero!!

The first time Asmo actually got the courage to try and hug them he expected them to toss him off, but instead they just stood there like a malfunctioning doll, all flustered and confused… It was so cute!!! 🥰

From that point on, Asmo would take every chance he could to wrap his arms around them or kiss their cheeks just to watch them try and fail to handle it. It's more fun than picking on Levi!!

It took two months for them to finally attempt any kind of reciprocation and even that was adorable! They pecked him on the forehead without thinking about it then nearly passed out from the realization. Apparently, they had never felt like kissing anyone before so he was quite honored!

The brothers know that if the MC's looking too mad to listen to Levi, they just need to call Asmo. A nigh invincible warrior becomes a LOT less scary after you’ve cuddled them into submission! 🤭

Beelzebub

Beel didn't like them one bit, at least not at the beginning. They had managed to get past him and actually attack Lucifer which was NOT a great first impression on their part...

He honestly saw them as a threat for a while, but unlike the rest of his brothers he didn’t avoid them. He just kept an eye on them.... constantly….

Look. Beel is a big guy. Stealth is not his strong suit… If he's tailing you, you're probably going to know about it because there's a six-foot something behemoth in orange following you around while pounding down bags of chips. He's not very subtle…

That being said, after following them around for a while the two finally got to talking and he realized that they didn’t want to hurt anybody or anything. They were just acting on instinct before.

After making the MC promise not to hurt any of his family, they got on much better terms. Hell, he actually got them into fangol!

Beel's sport of choice is pretty much just ultra-violent American football so the MC took a liking to it instantly! After enough begging, the coach let them try out and they got onto his team immediately.

He likes having them as a teammate! They're very good at the game, uh... even if they take it a little too seriously…

They once tried to convince his teammates to decorate the team bus with "the helmets of their fallen foes." They're REALLY into the sport… But hey, they haven't lost a game since they’ve joined. It’ll be fine!... Probably.

Belphegor

Hahaha… He’s in danger… 😥

It took one look at this mortal to make him rethink the whole, “Trick the Human” plan… Since when have humans looked like that?? They could crush his skull under their heel!!

It took all he had in him to play it cool when they first met because his internal monologue was nothing but screaming… THIS was the "human" he had to use to get him out of there?? How in the WORLD was he going to kill them?!

Admittedly, he had to think about it for a while. Belphie's a clever guy… and a demon. So who needs an honorable fight, anyway? If he can’t win one-on-one, then he’ll cheat!

He waited until the MC got the door open and didn't attempt a frontal assault… No laughter, no gloating. He just waited for them to turn their back, claws ready to dig out their heart, and then-!

MC: "Do you really want to try that?"

The MC must have had some kind of danger sense, because they didn't even have to turn around to know what Belphie was doing…

MC: "Look. I like Beel and you're his twin brother… So I'm willing to let this slide. But if you really want to try me…"

MC: *looks over their shoulder with the glare of a bona fide killer* "I won't hold back."

That was... very persuasive.

The MC brought Belphie down to the others peacefully with his tail between his legs and honestly Lucifer was more relieved that he wasn’t a bloodstain on the floor than he was mad… They could have killed him sooo easily… 

They did, indeed, forgive and forget about the whole “attempted murder” thing, though Belphie was never quite able to shake off how frightening they were in that moment… He had nightmares for a while.

Thankfully, Asmo clued him in that the MC would melt into a harmless puddle of fluff if they got even the slightest bit of physical affection... Oh, the sweet payback he could dish out... It’s cuddle time. 😏