#am i missing something or am i just too weak for this boss

[fishareglorious]

World 10 is so hard my ass keeps getting beaten by this boss in the first chapter????

[cieloclercs]

what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 7/7 (read part 6 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. angsty but with a lil catharsis at the end (yes it’s a happy ending i’m too weak to keep the angst up 😔) swearing as per, your bestie and charles SCHEMING, y/n being a teenyyy bit annoying but it’s fine she’s heartbroken we accept it 😚

pairing. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. FINAL PART!! it’s been a long time coming (sorry about that sixth form’s been kicking my ass 😔) but thank you to everyone that has been interacting with this series! i love and appreciate you all sooooo much!! 🫶 anywaysss i hope you guys enjoy the finale of what would you say (if i told you i love you)? 💗

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f1gossip BREAKING! Charles Leclerc and Y/F/N, best friend of Y/N Y/L/N spotted together in Monaco! Do we smell a backstabber? 👀

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f1gossip Charles Leclerc spotted with a HUGE bouquet of flowers outside Y/N Y/L/N’s apartment in Monaco! Is reconciliation on the cards? 👀

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one week later…

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Not trying: Dick Grayson x reader

She was not trying to get his attention.

And anyone who would even come as close as to suggest that, was being scoffed at, almost laughed at, and brushed off using the classic argument of her being too busy to deal with stupid gossip.

But people were not stupid.

And definitely not the GCPD detectives and officers, of which Y/N had the pleasure to be one.

There was no way to miss the days when she was dressing differently, trying to look pretty. Days that happened to be the ones when Dick was having an office duty and wasn’t on field.

Days when she was sad and internally calling herself off when it turned out he took an unexpected day off or something kept him outside the precinct.

Days when she was faking a smile just so he wouldn’t think she was weak or something.

She was not weak.

She was human.

And in this particular case, being human came with falling in love out of the blue with the guy that couldn't care less, because –spoiler alert!- you cannot possibly plan love.

So she was hurting and cursing that part of her that made her keep on trying over and over again.

Spending days at work, full of energy not trying to get his attention, and evenings in front of TV wishing and praying for this hope to just go away and never come back. It was simply heartbreaking to have it regrow every morning just to tear it away at the end of the day.

Like freaking Prometheus with his liver.

But there was one thing similar between them.

They both suffered because of love for humanity – or in her case – one particular human.

***

It was like that for months now, and finally, all those self-doubts and sadness took over her completely.

So at work, she was avoiding people. She closed herself in her office, deciding to put that teary attitude to use to do some cleaning and remove old files.

Clean space, clean head right?

And those tears that finally started falling down her cheeks were definitely going to be helpful with dusting.

She was crying at work.

How pathetic was that?

But it was okay. It was okay. It was okay.

But now that she'd finally let her tears out, she couldn't stop, as though it was a build-up of all the times she'd held the tears in and her body just wasn't having it anymore.

And since life has a tendency to play mean tricks on people, the moment when she looked like a panda with smudged mascara and red nose that would put Rudolph the Red-nosed reindeer to shame was the exact moment her office door opened with a loud thud and the Chief walked inside.

“Y/L/N. You good?” he muttered, torn between his boss-like attitude and sudden awkwardness upon seeing one of his best detectives in such a state.

“Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah, I’m perfect. Why?”

“Um…” the man looked at her dirty, teary face that was speaking for itself. “No reason at all. At all.”

“Is there anything I can do for you,” she inquired as she grabbed some tissues and wiped the stains away – or so she thought – actually making it worse.

“We got a crime scene. You’re going.”

Little did she know, her boss was having second and third and even fourth thoughts about putting her into investigation in this state, but no one else was available. And – to add to his desperation – the first clues were pointing to the crime of vengeance which were her specialty.

“Great. I’m coming.” She instinctively grabbed her gun from the shelf, but before it ended in her holster the boss capably took it from her, shaking his head.

“No.”

“But-“

“Y/L/N this is an order. You are not to take it.”

“But how am I supposed to-?”

“You can take Grayson.”

“WHAT!?”

“In fact, you both will be assigned to this case. This boy needs to get his head out of his ass. Maybe you’ll be the one to teach him some humility.”

“Huh. Yeah…” she stuttered with the greatest amount of sarcasm in her head. Because the woman who was In love with a man was definitely not going to add to his ego, even if only subconsciously. 

***

“Y/N!” Dick grinned, which would probably be a little less weird if he was not standing in front of a dead body.

“Grayson,” she muttered, sticking hands in her pockets, putting on the most indifferent face expression possible.

“You look different” he looked at her with an insightful look.

“Now that’s quite an observation, detective.” She mocked back. Anyone would notice her make-up less state, bloodshot eyes, disheveled clothes,  and messy hair.

“Were you busy in that little office of yours?”

“The hell, Grayson?!” Y/N instinctively reached for the gun, but obviously did not find it and sighed in frustration. Screw her boss.

“Whoa! No need to get defensive. You just look a little – I don’t know – left high and dry?”

“I swear to God, if you don’t cut that bullshit, you’ll be the next one ending up in a body bag.”

“You wanna come at me, detective?” he smirked.

“Why am I being punished with working with you…” She grabbed the bridge of her nose, squeezing it, sensing the massive migraine coming.

“Cause you’re clearly the only one who can make me get my head out of my ass.”

“Nice. Chief told you that too?”

“Nah, I just bugged your office.”

“You do realize that’s illegal, right?”

“I’ve been authorized.”

“Oh yeah? By who?”

“By my human instincts and care for my friend.” He reached for her hand and squeezed it in a gesture that was supposed to be reassuring. “You’ve been sad lately and –” the brush of his hand on hers made her shiver and – despite everything she did not want to do – take a step back.

“Let’s focus on work shall we?” She moved to talk to the CSI and technicians to get details about the traces and the technicalities.

“Yeah, if that’s what you want.” He shrugged “But you are boring!”

She was not boring, merely trying to save herself from any more possible heartbreak – or worse – ridicule.

***

A few weeks later, with the investigation still on, they were both buried to their necks in paperwork, searching for dots and connections and any possible explanations and seemingly invisible tracks their culprit may have left.

And working together involved late nights spent together at the precinct, countless nights of Chinese takeout and getting closer, which was both a curse and a blessing.

Blessing because she learned a lot of little details about him. Like for example that he wasn’t just the son of a billionaire who was playing a cop. Like how he actually wanted to separate himself, make a name for himself and not be only known as “the adoptive alumni of Bruce Wayne.” Like underneath all that goofy act he was actually deeply caring and involved in his work, in helping people and making the city a safer place. Like his eyes were sparkling every time he mentioned his siblings or how his mouth twitched in restrained laughter when she said something that was sarcastically funny.

And a curse, because all those little details only made her fall for him harder. And even if she skipped on that not-trying-to-look-pretty act, because investigation took much more of her time and effort, the longing was still there.

“So, what is that big brain of yours telling you about this?” he asked, throwing her off her thought that at the moment had little to do with the crime.

“About what?” she muttered, trying to figure out what he was talking about for the last couple minutes before she spaced out.

“The newest evidence obviously!” Dick laughed, rummaging through his box of beef Chinese, putting his feet on the desk.

“Hey, watch out!” Her first reaction was rushing to save the documents from the inevitable sweet and sour sauce stains.

“Relax, Y/N. It’s not like I’m going to mess anything up here.” The chopsticks were thrown up with undeniable capability, swirled in the air and landed back in his hand without any damages done to the files. “See?”

“Show off.”

“And yet, this show off made you distracted, didn’t he,” Dick asked as he leaned forward, meeting her eyes.

Too close!

“For the record—” she started and then her eyes grew wide as a sudden realization hit her. A second later, she was throwing the papers away in a haste to get to something.

“Hey! Whoa! Y/N! What-?”

“Shut up, Grayson!”

“Shit, I really have to set you up with my brother Jason. He needs a girl in his life and you two will bound hard over the love of telling me to cut on the talking and-“

“I said shut up, Grayson!” a bunch of papers hit his face. She couldn’t even bring herself to care that the man she was in love with wanted to set her up with his brother. She just figured out the entire case. All hecause of a pair of chopsticks having been thrown into the air.

“What are you looking for?”

“Here!” she exclaimed happily pointing at some pictures from the crime scenes and an alleged instrument of crime.  “See? We were wrong all along! From the very beginning. This is why he never left any traces!”

“What are you talking about? I don’t-“

“Hush. You don’t need to understand a single thing. Just grab your gun and badge and follow me. Come on, pretty boy, we don’t have much time and I know exactly where we’ll get the perpetrator.”

Dick could only stand there in his feet rooted to the ground, watching Y/N figuring the whole case out, the wheels in her brains turning faster than a race car, face flushing from excitement, pupils dilating.

Pretty and smart, even with her hair in a messy bun and plain clothes on. Or maybe – especially because of that, since jeans and t-shirts could never suppress her natural beauty?

“Grayson! Come on! Don’t freeze on me!”

“Coming,” he replied as her voice slowly reached his ears. He realized there was no way he was going to let her go anywhere alone. Even if he couldn’t understand a single thing from her rambling and running around, the least he could do was to keep her safe.

***

“Are you absolutely sure about it?”

“Are you chickening out?”

“Your hands are shaking, Y/N.”

“That’s why you are the one with a gun.”

“And killer fighting skills.”

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.”

“That tone of sarcasm is completely unnecessary, you know. And after we are done please do remind me to introduce you to Jason—”

“Don’t you ever shut up?”

“Don’t you know the answer to that by now?”

Y/N sighed deeply in frustration, fighting the urge to curse at him with the strongest cursing words known to humans. And maybe even inventing a few by herself.

“Seriously, Y/N, are you sure that-?”

“Hush!” she put a palm to his mouth, noticing some movement in front of the house they were currently observing from the camouflaged car. “See that? Told you I was fucking right!”

“There’s no need to brag, you know.” He muttered, his voice muffled due to her hand still on his face.

“Admit it.”

“Admit what?” He looked at her with an incredulous look.

“That I was right.”

“Well for the record, I was the one who made you come into a conclusion-“

“Un-fucking-believable.”

She swiftly left the car, abandoning her need to hear the praise from him to the benefit of catching the culprit that has been invading her waking and sleeping hours alike. She was not going to beg for attention, this time for real, sneaking to the house the criminal ring was clearly having some sort of meeting.

And then, there was the one. Looking like a regular person, even if he was exceptionally handsome, but rotten to the core.

“See? That’s the one who-. Dick?” Y/N turned around, but not spotting her partner anywhere. Fuck! Really?! He was leaving her now?! Of all the times and places?! Now?! Was he really so jealous and self-conceited to not help her finish their joint case?

And here she was, thinking she saw something special in him. Something hidden under the surface.

Stupid heart. After all this time they spent together, seemingly building something, she was right back to the beginning, when she was not trying.

And what was she supposed to do now?

Coming inside alone? Reckless.

Calling for freaking SWAT teams? Before they would get here, the meeting of criminals would be over.

Wait till it was over and chase the leader alone?

Listen to their plan and use it later on?

She was a detective with skills, but not a spy!

And she made that one rookie mistake when leaning too much upwards she was seen.

“Hey! There’s someone outside the window!”

“Oh great…” she muttered and only a quick duck saved her head from being hurt from all the glass shattering due to the bullet fired in her direction.

“Get her! She could be a cop!”

The four men broke from the table, grabber whatever weapons they possibly could and rushed right after her.

“Fuck!” She took off running because despite her agility, speed, and quick thinking she physically was no match to the tank-like men. “Fuck you, boss for taking away my gun permissions!” She hissed to herself, running away. “Fuck you Grayson for leaving me alone! I can’t believe I fell for you!”

“You fell for me?” a familiar teasing voice echoed somewhere from behind, but nowhere to be seen.

And it made her stop.

“Dick?” She turned around to search for him.

And it was another mistake.

An iron grip on her arm and sudden harsh yank back serving as a perfect example of her stupidity.

“I got our little bird.” One of the men laughed maliciously.

“Well, I am not exactly little,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. Her only chance was to tread carefully and hope that stupid fucking Grayson will figure out a way out of this mess. Stupid fucking hope that got her in said mess in the first place.

“Huh?” the goon frowned.

“I said-“

“Let the lady go.” Y/N’s words were cut off abruptly by something that seemed like Dick’s voice, but a little more… distorted?

The hell was going on here?

“I really do advise you to let the lady go.” The same voice said again.

“Oh yeah? And who’s asking me to do so? Show your face unless you are all talk.”

“Seeing me only comes once for certain people. And believe me when I say that most of those encounters end up bad when you cross paths with me.”

A man’s silhouette emerged from a few meters ahead, covered by the darkness of the night. At least at first. But as he moved closer, both Y/N and the goon froze, though either of them for a different reason.

“Shit,” she muttered.

“Nightwing,” the goon hissed, tightening the grip on Y/N.

“Hello to you both. Wonderful night we are having, aren’t we?”

“I could argue with that-“ Y/N rolled her eyes. She was definitely going to have bruises tomorrow. That was, if the most talkative of the city's vigilantes wouldn’t actually cause her to end up dead. 

“Congratulations Nightwing, you got me. But there are much more of us in-“

“In that little hiding spot that’s not even properly hidden? Not sorry to break it to you, but Robin and Red Hood are currently dealing with them.”

“Huh?”

“Not very smart, are you?”

“Hey!”

As the goon was getting distracted, Nightwing (?) sent Y/N a very familiar, discreet look and she nodded almost immediately, and suddenly all the pieces of the puzzle formed one clear picture.

“He’s right, you know. You are not very smart,” she picked up the tone immediately.

“Hey!”

“She is a cop,” Nightwing pointed out.

“She is?”

“Yeah, I am. And since I saw your face, I can absolutely guarantee you, I won’t stop until you are behind bars. Unless-“

“Unless obviously you surrender willingly. Maybe then she can strike a bargain for you?”

“That might actually be a possibility,” Y/N teased. “But I’m not sure. Do you think our fella here deserves to be treated lightly, Nightwing?”

“I’m not sure. Are you hurt, Y/N?”

“Can’t lie that my arm is getting a little sore here. If he keeps holding me like this we might also charge him with violation of physical integrity. That’s 3 to 5 years, I believe?”

“And in this case we’re dealing with assault on a public official. Quite an incriminating circumstance.”

“So what do you think, maximum penalty?”

“And the conspiring charges too.”

“And the murder involvement.”

“I say 15 if not more.”

“I’d say more.”

“You wanna bet?” Nightwing smirked.

“I had nothing to do with the murder!” The goon got a little overwhelmed by the quick-paced exchange of words, of which he couldn’t comprehend half of them, loosening the grip on Y/N. And she was quick to use it against him, finding her leverage in using four sensitive spots to knock the man down.

Half an hour later all four men involved were handcuffed and escorted to the police station. 

And after Y/N made her official oral deposition with a promise to submit a written report first thing in the morning, she was finally left alone for a moment of peace.

“Did you really use that Miss Agent trick?”

“It worked didn’t it?” she crossed arms on her chest, looking at Nightwing in a mocking way, without any sympathy at all.

“You know, most of the ladies I know would be at least a little grateful for me saving them.”

“Mhm. That would actually involve the saving part.”

“Let’s check. You are breathing. You are intact. Clearly neither your tongue nor your brain got damaged. Looks quite saved to me.”

“You left me!”  

“For five minutes! Not my fault you are so terrible at self-defense!”

“Not my fault you are terrible at being open with such secrets!”

“It was to protect you!”

“Dick…” she sighed heavily, daring to whisper his name.

“Y/N…” he responded, taking a few steps forward, taking her hand in the same gesture he did all those weeks ago when they started working this case together.

“I thought we were partners? At work” she added quickly

“You fell for me,” he asks, the left corner of his mouth traveling up.

“Oh, now you have a good memory?”

“Did you?”

“NO!”

“Really? No? That's your final answer. Or maybe it’s not,” he pulled her closer and wrapped arms around her waist, preventing her from running away again.

“Yes. I mean, no! I mean- damn it…”

“So, if I were to commit the act of violating the physical integrity of a public official...” he leaned forwards. “what would you say Y/N?”

“What happened to me meeting your brother?”

“I said you have to meet him. Never said why.”

“Oh? And why?” she smirked looking from above his arm to check if they were alone.

“To make him jealous, obviously.”

She chuckled softly, checking the surroundings once more, before slowly reaching to remove his mask and meeting those pretty blue eyes and familiar face.

“Hello there.”

“Hello to you too.”

Their lips were now inches away from each other.

“Which brother are we talking about? Red Hood? Heard he’s hot…”

“Do you ever shut up?” Dick grinned before leaning forward and finally capturing those lips he’s been dreaming about for weeks now.

And kissing her was effortless.

Like he was not trying at all.

[battlekidx2]

Since the season of Hazbin Hotel has ended I'm going to update my thoughts on who Alastor made a deal with because this is probably the aspect of the show where my opinion has shifted the most. I originally thought he was connected with Lilith (like a lot of other people) then I thought it could be Eve, but now I'm fairly sure it's not either of them.

I think it might be Roo.

Roo is a character that hasn't yet made an appearance in Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss, but has been a looming presence for years now if you've kept up with Vivziepop, references to them appearing in the background of both shows, and stated to be the root of all evil. Basically the endgame "villain" of this universe.

It was that last episode that really shifted my perspective on who Alastor has the deal with. The biggest thing was something I noticed in the finale, but then saw other people point out after the fact as well, and that's the fact that eyes follow Alastor around anywhere he goes. (This post in particular shows just how prevalent eyes following Alastor is through the show)

When Alastor is having his breakdown the eyes specifically look like this.

Look a bit familiar?

Whenever Alastor is questioned about his whereabouts for the last seven years he always gets shifty. Eyes darting around, face pointedly looking away from whoever he's talking to, making sure he defuses the question without giving any indication of the real answer.

I initially thought this was because some of these comments hit too close to home and his pride wouldn't allow him to show any weakness, but pair it with the eyes that follow him around and there's the possibility that he's instead being forced to keep quiet. These eyes are watching him, making sure he stays in line. Alastor has to walk on eggshells just in case whoever it is that owns his soul is watching.

It's this ability to make Alastor stay on guard coupled with the moment in the destroyed radio tower that all but confirmed that whoever it is Alastor is, at least on some level, afraid of them. Or at the very least it's someone Alastor shows much more restraint and pause around than anyone else he has come face to face with in the series. Someone who has him on high alert.

This is the same guy who immediately started a conflict with Lucifer because he felt his pride threatened. The literal king of hell who he has to know is more powerful than him. Yet at no point does Alastor ever feel like he's walking on eggshells around him like he does this invisible entity that owns his soul.

If this is the case then what if the person that Alastor made a deal with is even more powerful than Lucifer himself? Or at least close to Lucifer's power level, but much more willing to use it? Someone Alastor can't find leverage over like he can the king of hell.

That really limits the options for who it could be.

I still think that whatever happened 7 years ago Lilith was involved, but the more hints we get to the reality of Lilith and Alastor's situations the more convinced I am that she isn't the one he has a contract with.

Whatever happened 7 years ago it was enough to get her to make a deal with Adam to stay in heaven, hidden from everyone including her family, and it made Alastor go missing for that same period of time.

I've never been a theory person, but this story thread in Hazbin Hotel is incredibly enticing. I can't wait for next season to see where they take this.

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tags: soft dom!gunil, fem!reader, riding, size kink | mdni

a/n: something quick & completely inspired by 🎃 anon’s ask about gunil’s line in come into my head)

Gunil always finds your occasional attempts to be on top adorable. Watching you try so hard to look tough while bossing him around is as entertaining as it is arousing too - cause he could just lift you up his shoulder and toss you on the bed without you even having the chance to yelp his name.

But the most fun part of it all is you struggling to ride him properly. It feels nice, of course, he always feels good when you’re wrapped around him, but it’s not nearly close enough to what you two are used to.

It’s not possible for you to reach his quick speed, or copy the way he thrusts against your deepest spot with those slow and sloppy bounces of yours.

But it’s fun to watch you try.

“Need my help?” Gunil asks carefully not to make you feel embarrassed. His hands caress your ankles as he stares at your eyes fully closed shut in concentration.

“No,” you shake your head. You’re out of breath, as if you’re running a marathon. Sweat drips down your neckline, while you keep swaying your hips, struggling to work with his big size all by yourself. But you won’t give up. “I can do this, I can make myself cum without you.”

“You sure?” He raises a brow at your admirable determination. He’s trying so hard not to laugh, but that’s because it’s endearing to him.

He positions his hands behind his head, gulping at the sight of your breasts. The transparent wet trail between them makes his mouth thirsty, but he’s patient enough to wait, and he’s not worrying too much about it.

“Yeah, I am,” you reply, but not long after you let out a whimper. “W-why… why do you have to be so big, Gunil?”

Your head drops down as you’re still supporting your moves by pressing onto Gunil’s lower abs. You feel the warm rush building in your core, loosely creeping up, but never quite enough.

You regret how cocky you behaved earlier, cause now you can’t give up so easily, despite knowing you should. Because it’s not going to happen - he’s too much for you. You lack the skills that you need in order to work with his big girth. You’ve also gotten too used to the feeling of his impressive ability to fuck you like he knew multiple weak points in your body which existence you have no idea about.

“I can make the feeling come much faster, baby.” Gunil states with a smirk, enjoying your needy clenching around his thick veins; the dripping of pure desperation that’s coating him.

He’s not close to cumming either, but he enjoys the show regardless.

You dismiss the idea once again by forcing your hips to move quicker only making the absence of his experienced touch even more clear.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Gunil relaxes against the cushions. “Have fun, as much as you want.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[liivzen]

Goodnight’s kiss

Husband nanami is best nanami.

Nanami x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: slight size kink(?) somewhat soft sex, Nanami being best husband ever, slight tit sucking, might be missing stuff tbh.

I tried editing this somewhat but it’s 2 am so oh well! Enjoyyyyyy :)

Coming home from a long day at work (girl boss) to husband Nanami. What I would LOVE. He’s going your favorite yummy food, that makes your mouth water just smelling. You round the corner to the kitchen, heels clicking along the way. Nanami turns his head to see you walk in and gives you the kind of smile that makes your knees weak still even though you’ve been together for years.

“Hello sweetheart, I’ve left out your favorite on the counter.” He nods his head over to the counter which you redirect your attention to. Waiting on the counter for you is your favorite wine in a huge wine class that is just calling your name. You smile at your husband and walk over to the counter. Picking up the wine class, you tip your head back, taking the biggest gulp you can. When you’re finished you look over at your husband, admiring the way he’s cooking. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around him, laying you head against his well-defined back.

“I love you.” You say quietly to Nanami, closing your eyes and slightly rocking back and forth. He turns of the burners of the stove and turns around to hug you close to his chest. He bends his head down to kiss the crown of your head.

“I love you too baby.” He copies back to you, swaying to the sound of nothing with you. Looking up at your husband you can’t help but admire his beautiful face. The way his cheekbones structure his face just right, the way his eyes look lovingly into yours, he sweet lips that you can’t believe you get to kiss every day. You lean up to his face, moving your arms around his neck and kiss him.

At first its short and sweet, but quickly turns into something much more forceful. The struggles of the day are starting to slip out of your mind and all the sudden tiredness leaves your body.

Nanami moves the both of you to the island that adorns your kitchen. Nanami started to trail kisses down to your neck, making you release a small gasp.

“Just relax baby.” Your husband murmurs quietly, moving further down your neck. Nanami stars to un-button your blouse from work, shoving it off gently, continuing his kisses down your body.

“Ah-Kento” You let out softly, holding onto your husbands' shoulders for support. Before you can say or think anything, you’re being lifted onto to the countertop. With a small yelp you look down at your husband that’s now standing between your parted legs.

“Kento, what about the food?” You ask Nanami, lips forming into a small pout. He smiles up at you brushing your hair out of your face.

“Right now, baby, I am worried about you and only you. We can eat later.” Nanami responds giving your hips a tight squeeze and another quick kiss on the lips. That turns hard very quickly and Nanami starts grouping your hips and pressing his body against yours. You could full the bulge of his cock against your throbbing center. Your blouse is completely off now, and your bra has been pulled down to release your breast. Your head is thrown back, leaning against your hands to help keep you upright.

“Kento please” you say to your husband, getting more and more impatient by the second. Thankfully he listens to you and starts to pull your bottoms down, panties coming with. Nanami pulls your body, so you lay down flat on the island and your body is pulled against his hard bulge once again.

“You look so gorgeous sweetheart.” Nanami whispers to you, looking at your fully nude body. This makes your face heat up and you have to look away from him. Nanami doesn’t appreciate that though, taking his hand and grabbing your jaw gently.

“No baby, keep your eyes on me.” He says softly, letting go of your chin and moving his hand down the side of your body until it reaches his belt buckle. Nanami’s quick to take off his belt and unbutton his pants to push them down just enough to get his cock out.

No matter how many times you’ve seen his cock it still makes your breathe catch a bit. Nanami grabs his cock in his hand, dragging it across your cunt slowly and rubbing it slightly against your clit. This makes your back arch off of the counter, letting out a breathy moan. Nanami takes that as an invitation to push slowly into you. Most nights when you guys are intimate, it doesn’t take much for Nanami to be rough, but you can tell he’s trying to go a little bit slower tonight. You have no complaints about his slow loving.

Nanami grabs your hips, thrusting all the way to where you can feel the small tuft of blonde hair at his base. He just sits there for a few seconds, feeling the way you clench around him. After a moment, he starts his slow but deep thrust. The pace makes your moans come out in a low sultry tone.

“Kento, hardy baby” You ask your husband, grabbing at his hand that was still holding onto your hips. Nanami listens to you, not being able to say no to his loving wife. His thrust start to become a bit harder while still trying to be somewhat soft with you.

“Yeah baby- keep clenching like that” Your husband bends down to you and whisper into your ears. This automatically gets you to clench even harder than you previously were. Nanami started to kiss along your neck again, trailing his way down to your breast. It doesn’t take him long to start sucking on one of your nipples while groping at your other breast and pinching at the nipple. This makes you arch your back again, pressing your head to the marble counter top.

Your breathing is starting to pick up and you can feel yourself approaching your climax. Nanami can tell by the way you're clenching hard around his cock. He brings one of his hands to rub small circles against your clit.

“Ah- Kento, I’m gonna cum-“You moan out to your husband.

“That’s it baby-let it out.”He responds, making his thrust reach all the way to your cervix.

You know you're about to come, and seconds later you do. Nanami pulls away from your chest, looking down at your figure while you come. He keeps his thrust hard and faster until he is reaching his own climax, doing one final thrust into you.

The both of you sit there for a few seconds, catching your breathe. Your eyes are starting to get a little droopy, your high finally starting to go away. Your husband notices this and the next thing you know is you’re getting carried to your shared bathroom in your guy's bedroom. Nanami sets you on the sink, moving over to the bathtub, starting a warm bath for you two. While you wait for the tub to fill, you watch your husband fully remove his clothes this time. You can’t help but stare at his fit physique, muscles moving so nicely when he undresses himself. When he gets done from removing his clothes, he makes his way over to you. When he reaches you, he wraps his arms around your body, pulling you to his chest. You just lay your head against his chest and close your eyes, listening to his heartbeat.

“I love you.” Your husband says softly into your hair. You want to respond but you only have enough energy to respond with a sleepy hum. By now the tub has finished filling, so Nanami grabs you into his arms once again, and moves the two of you to the giant tub.

When the two of you are in the tub and situated, you lay against Nanami’s chest, you fully start to relax. It's very hard for you to not fall asleep in the tub. Your husband keeps you from fall asleep though.

He washes your body off, pressing occasional kiss onto your head, making you smile. Once you two are fully washed, Nanami take the two of you out of the tub and dry you off.

You’re taken over to your shared bed, Nanami tells you to sit there for a moment while he grabs you something to where to bed. You can’t help but admire him while you watch him go into your guys closest. Nanami comes back with a pair of your underwear and an old shirt of his. You smile up at hime while he dresses you and then changing into his own pajamas. You shuffle under the covers together and quickly attach to him again. Nanami wraps his large arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your soft lips.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” Is the last thing you hear before nodding off.

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Can I please have a drabble where emery beats up zayne really bad (you can decide the reasoning for it) so he goes to jay for help

LOVE YOUR WRITING, IT IS AMAZING!!!

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

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The gun crashed hard against his face and this time Zayne couldn’t contain the grunt of pain it forced out.

He clenched his teeth. Too late. The weakness had already slipped and it only spurred Emery on. Another smash of steel and Zayne fell back against the shoulders of the two men flanking him. 

"Every time I think you can't get any more worthless, you effectively find some way to prove me wrong," Emery said, voice calm but his face twisted in rage.

Zayne clenched his jaw, keeping his own rage in check and keeping his eyes down, focusing on the lapel of Emery’s suit jacket, pinpointing where he’d have to drive a knife in.

“Look at me,” Emery hissed and grabbed Zayne’s chin, forcing his head up.

Zayne panted lightly, shallow breaths passing between clenched teeth, biting back his groans, and he glared at his boss.

A sharp inhale, as if the man was readying for another rant. A short pause. Then the hand fell away. "Let go of him." And despite his best efforts, Zayne’s knees buckled under his full weight and he crumbled to the floor.

"Get out of my sight, Zayne." Emery turned his back on him and the two pawns stepped away. As quietly and as fast as he could, Zayne pushed himself to his feet, stood straight, and even with no one watching him, walked as calmly and as tall as his ribs allowed him out of the office. Until the door behind him fell closed.

He hissed out a breath. Pressed a hand to his ribs, let out a breathless swear. He forced himself forward, not succumbing to the urge to lean back against the door, and to drag himself from the office instead.

-

“What in the bloody hell happened to you?!”

Jay watched, astonished, as Zayne stumbled through the hallway, holding himself up with a hand on the wall whenever he could, nearly tumbling right over the threshold to the living room. He caught himself just in time, leaning heavily against the doorframe, arm cradling his ribs and he blew out a shuddery exhale before he spoke.

"Can I... Can I—ugh fuck—" He clenched his teeth, tightened the arm around his torso. "Can I borrow your first aid kit?”

Jay blinked, having expected something else. But if he wanted to do this by himself, fine by him. He waved towards the bathroom. “Help yourself. You know where it is.”

Zayne gave a short dismissive nod in thanks. One that didn’t deter Jay.

He followed but kept a safe distance; leaned in the door to the bedroom, arms crossed, watching through the open bathroom door how Zayne raised a shaky arm and got the first aid kit out. For Zayne to come here, in this state, showing his weakness… it must be really bad.

As Zayne lifted his shirt with one hand, Jay quite couldn’t see how bad; his back seemed uninjured. But he could see his muscles twitch with every wince, saw how Zayne shook so hard he fumbled everything he got his hands on. Heard him curse as he picked at the sticky part of a large plaster and tried to keep his shirt up at the same time. A trembling hand reached out to the bottle of disinfectant, missed, tipped it right off the sink and Zayne followed, lowering himself with one hand clamped around the sink, and it was like watching a man who was fifty years older.

Jesus, even I am handling this better when I’m alone, Jay couldn’t help but think. Then again, Emery wasn’t one to hold back, while Zayne did. He finally spoke up. "You know I have every right to just kick you out, right?"

"Yeah."

"And that I absolutely don't have to put up with this. I could poke at that goddamn broken nose of yours, laugh in your face and slam the door in it."

"Yeah," Zayne said again with a slight nod, and a long exhale as he stood straight again, holding himself up on the sink with both hands trying to get his elbows to stop trembling. Then, after a beat: "But you're not like that."

Jay froze. Made a face as if Zayne had just insulted him, then his shoulders relaxed in a sigh. No. No, he wasn't. He unfolded his arms and stepped into the bathroom.

"Give me that." He took the kit, threw everything back in – “You don’t need this,” he said, taking the roll of bandages from Zayne’s hand – snapped the kit shut, and pressed it against Zayne, pushing him backwards, out of the bathroom. Zayne followed along and Jay gently lowered him onto the bed.

"Take off your shirt."

Zayne hissed when he reached up to grab the neck of his t-shirt and faltered and Jay just sighed along with him. He gestured his palms up for Zayne to raise his arms far as he could, grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, careful not to snag on his elbows.

"Fuck me..." Jay muttered behind his teeth, shooting a look up at the ceiling. The things he was getting into... Purple streaks crept up over the side of Zayne’s ribs. Just above his navel was a large round bruise, barely a speck of skin colour left, as if they’d kept aiming for the same spot. While on the side of his abdomen, Jay could literally count the punches.

"I thought," he started as his eyes lingered over the deep purple bruises, "you said Emery was a weak prick who couldn't punch a staple through his files."

"Still true," Zayne groaned. "Which is why he likes to hold a gun or use his pawns as meat tenderizers first." He tilted his head. “Or both—Ow!” He winced and gave Jay an indignant look—Jay pulled away and held up his hands in a placating gesture. Zayne continued his rant.

“The man’s like a fucking toddler. Insisting that he too can help, so you give him a plastic hammer and let him wail on a few nails and he’s happy but it does fuckall.”

Jay hummed and brought up a cloth with disinfectant, pressed it gently to Zayne’s cheekbone. “I mean, he got you good here.”

“The gun got me.”

Jay again hummed an appeasing tone, like one would with a ranting toddler, and pressed a tube of arnica in Zayne’s hands. “Here, you can do this,” he said, and stood straight, holding up a finger in a ‘wait a minute’ gesture. He came back with a pack of frozen peas, wrapped it in a towel, and waited until Zayne had spread a copious amount of gel over his bruises. Zayne groaned, threw his head back and clenched his teeth as Jay pressed the towel against his ribs.

“Hold that,” Jay said, taking Zayne’s hand and pressing it over the bag so he could hold it himself. “Try to cool all those deep bruises.”

“How often you used this bag?”

“Let’s just say those peas aren’t for eating anymore.”

Zayne finally gave a smile. He let himself fall back onto the bed, only moving every few minutes to press his peas to another bruise. “Thank you,” he whispered, in such a low voice that he probably hoped Jay wouldn’t hear as he left the room. But he did.

-

The next morning, Jay puttered about in the kitchen, preparing a hearty breakfast. They could both use something a little filling.

As he set the table, he glanced at Zayne. He was sitting on the couch, watching the news. His hands were shaking, fingers digging into his knee, and it didn’t look like that full night of sleep had really helped.

"Does it still hurt?" Jay asked.

Zayne looked up, as if Jay's voice brought him back from somewhere far, far away and as if he didn’t quite grasp the meaning of the question. Well, given his injuries, not really hard to consider why.

Jay nodded at his hand. Zayne followed his gaze, lightly flexed his fingers and turned his hand as if surprised to see it shaking so much. With a twitch in its movements, he clenched it into fist, trying to hide the trembling. When that didn't work, he hid it behind his body. He looked at the tv again for a moment. "It does," he said, voice remarkably clear yet ever so fragile.

"Come then," Jay said. He turned the tv off, not even fully registering how the news anchors were shaking their head, lamenting the state of the justice system where violence in prisons just kept getting out of hand and why they’d even have guards if they just looked the other way when someone got shanked in the ribs thirty times. Jay put the remote back down and held out a hand to Zayne. "I've made you— I mean… there's breakfast."

Zayne meekly let Jay guide him to the table. For a moment, Jay thought he was going catatonic, just staring ahead, eyes dull. But when Jay placed a plate in front of him, he glanced up. Slowly, Jay saw the lights come back on as his eyes roamed over his favourites: scrambled eggs, toast, thick slices of bacon, a steaming cup of coffee. His jaw clenched for a second and Jay swore he saw his shoulders shudder. But then it passed and a smile, though a little forced, crept over his face as he picked up his fork.

“Thanks.”

-

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[fruitylo0pz]

A Perfect Fit (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x fem!Teacher!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut (with fluff towards the end), dom!Larissa, fingering, neck biting, cunnilingus 

A/N: Jealous Larissa is back again, but of course she’s also soft because I am so, so weak for her. It has been proofread, but as I've mentioned in every fic I am doing 20 things at the same time and can't concentrate for the life in me so I apoligise for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: ~2.9k

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It had been two months since your last date, and Larissa barely noticed you. It made you furious because she had seemed so keen, but all of a sudden out of nowhere? Nothing. It was as if you were invisible to her. Now, it was time for your office party, and you had found another date. You bought the dress months ago, and you had actually bought it because you thought Larissa would appreciate it. You didn’t want to let it go to waste, so you had asked Alex, one of the baristas at the Weathervane if she wanted to go and luckily she did. She wasn’t really your type and you knew she had a reputation but you just wanted someone to take your mind off of Larissa, as wrong as that might have been.

You had been dancing with Alex non-stop when you noticed Larissa staring. She was sitting at her table with a drink, and she had a stern look on her face. You grinned to yourself, and you did like her staring. Maybe she finally realised what she’s missing out on.

“Wanna sit down, Y/N? This dancing has me exhausted!” You laughed before taking her hand and leading her back to your table. You wanted to enjoy the date, and you did to some degree. But Larissa’s look also awakened something in your core that you couldn’t seem to tame. You tried to dismiss it when you noticed her walking over to your table. The knot in your core tightened even more.

“Ms. Y/L/N, may I have a word with you?” Her voice demanding. She would not take no for an answer.

“Of course, Ms. Weems. I’m sorry, Alex. I’ll be right back, okay?” Alex nodded and smiled and went to get another drink.

“What is it, Larissa? I’m not at work now, and if you hadn’t noticed, I actually have a date.” Her boldness annoyed you. You were of course still extremely attracted to the tall goddess, but you’d rather she didn’t know that.

Larissa just looked at you with the same stern look. “My office. Now.” you were far too weak for her, and you agreed even though you were still annoyed with her dismissing you so easily.

As soon as you entered her office, she locked the door and you huffed “I asked you what you want. You took me away from my date, and I look smashing today. At least someone knows how to appreciate my effort.” you crossed your arms, and you actually wanted to leave.

She slowly walked towards you, and you gulped. No matter how annoyed you were, her presence made you weak. “You don’t think I’ve noticed how sexy you are? Your effort? I noticed the second you walked in. I notice you the second you enter any room.” Her face was neutral, but the tone of her voice told you that she was genuine.

“Really? It doesn’t seem like it. You have basically ignored me since our last date. I enjoyed myself and I thought you did too, but I guess I just wasted your time. And if you’re not planning on telling me what you want, I’m going back to Alex.” At this point, you were seething. Sure, she was your boss but she was not above you as a human being and she had no right to act like this. 

“I have been involved in an investigation, and I’m not at fault here but to protect the school, the students and my staff, I have had to keep my distance. I can’t tell you more than that, but you deserve to know why I have seemed distant and uninterested.” She actually seemed upset, and you were left speechless. She hadn’t ignored you. 

“I- You mean… You’re still interested in me?” You could barely utter any words, still shocked by her confession. 

She moved closer, trapping you between her and the door. “Seeing you with someone else made me furious. Seeing you getting all dressed up for another woman? It made my blood boil.” she ran her fingers through your hair as she leaned down to kiss you. You eagerly met her lips, wrapping your arms around her neck to pull her closer. Your tongues danced a slow and sensual dance, making your knees weak and your mind foggy.

Her lips moved down towards your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “Tell me who you belong to, Y/N.” 

You whimpered and answered her with a breathy voice “You. I belong to you, Larissa.” she bit your neck, making you moan. 

“That’s right, Y/N. You’re mine. No one else gets to touch you. Now, come here.” she grabbed your hand and led you over to her desk and bent you over it. 

She started pulling up your dress, revealing your new lingerie. “You bought this for her too?” Her voice was angry and you could tell that it really bothered her. Her nails dug into the skin on your thighs, and you smiled.

“No, I bought it for your eyes to admire. I bought it months ago, and I was going to wear it on our next date.” You loved that she was so possessive, even though you weren’t actually a couple and you hadn’t slept with her yet. 

“It looks stunning, darling. But now I need you without it.” She slowly pulled down your panties while kissing your ass. Her lips on your skin made you even more wet than you already were, and you could feel it dripping down your thighs.

“Oh, look how desperate you are for me.” Larissa’s voice was low, almost whispering. She quickly turned you over and placed you on her desk. “Spread your legs for me.” you followed her order, and she smiled. 

“Please touch me, Larissa.” your voice was desperate and you didn’t even care. You needed her. You needed her touch. Her tongue. Anything.

She kneeled down and didn’t waste a second. She devoured you immediately, grabbing your thighs. “Mine.” you could feel her tongue spelling a word you never thought would feel so delicious on your clit, and it sent electric waves through your body. 

She slipped two fingers inside you, curling them to reach your magic spot. Fuck, her gorgeous hands and long fingers were even more skilled than you thought they would be. Her tongue circled your clit in a steady pace as her fingers went harder. “Oh, Larissa, I- I can’t hold back.” you uttered in between whimpers and moans.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, darling.” It sent you right over the edge and you gasped for air while your entire body tensed up in an exploding orgasm, making you buck your hips towards her. 

You were still exhausted from the orgasm when she lifted you up and carried you over to the sofa and placed you down before spreading your legs again. “I’m not finished with you.” she looked you in the eyes while shoving her fingers back in. Your back arched immediately, and you were so hungry for her. Your walls clenched around her fingers as she growled and leaned forward to bite your neck again.

You could feel another orgasm build up as her fingers started pumping deeper and harder. “I’m going to keep you coming until you can barely remember your own name, but you’ll remember who you belong to.” The words sent you over the edge in yet another intense orgasm, but she didn’t slow down. 

She continued in the same pace, fucking you hard. Your orgasms kept coming non-stop, your entire body twitching and writhing. You couldn’t even moan anymore, you just kept whimpering and gasping. “Now, let’s go back to the party. It will look bad if I’m away for too long.” disappointed, you fixed your dress and your makeup. 

You could barely walk, and your breathing was still mildly erratic. You smiled, but had hoped she would let you return the favour. You desperately wanted to taste her. “Larissa, do we have to go back?” You know you sounded whiny and begging, but you just wanted her.

She smiled and kissed you before grabbing your hand and guiding it under her dress. “You’ll take care of this later, but now we have to go back, my love.” your eyelids fluttered when you felt her damp panties, but you knew you had to wait. She made sure to fix her hair and makeup, and you went back to the party.

As you entered the room, you saw Alex dancing with one of the substitute teachers and you rolled your eyes. Now you knew why she had a reputation, but considering you were moaning with Larissa’s fingers inside you a few minutes ago, you didn’t even care. 

“I’m sorry, Larissa. Really, I just wanted a distraction and Jericho isn’t exactly a big town. I guess I just wanted to make you jealous.” You felt bad about the whole thing, and it was important to you that Larissa knew how you felt.

“Y/N, you didn’t know what was going on. I would have told you if my hands weren’t tied, but it’s over now. I promise. I am so sorry I made you believe I had lost all interest in you, really.” She knew it would appear inappropriate and unprofessional, but she leaned down to kiss you again and you blushed.

“Now, there is something I’d like to ask you, Y/N. I don’t want to waste more time, and I know I already asked you who you belong to, but that was in a far different setting than this right here. Would you let me call you my girlfriend?” You could feel your eyes tearing up, and you wanted to squeal.

“Yes, Larissa! Yes. I want to be your girlfriend.” you blushed at the thought, and you had been waiting for this moment, although you had almost lost all hope.

Larissa kissed you again before taking your hand in hers. A perfect fit, you thought to yourself. The party was coming towards an end, and you noticed Alex leaving with the substitute teacher she had been dancing with. She didn’t even say a word, just looked at you. You were in a state of ecstasy and pure bliss, and you couldn't care less about whatsername. 

“I’ll have to wrap this up, and then we can go back to what we were doing, my beautiful girlfriend.” Larissa winked and you grinned, wanting to scream from excitement at your new title. Larissa Weems’ girlfriend. 

After everyone had left she walked over to you and kissed you before taking your hand “Shall we? I don’t think I can wait any longer, my gorgeous girl.” you eagerly nodded. 

“And now I hope you will let me return everything you did for me, Larissa.” you looked up at her with hope in your eyes. 

She leaned down and bit your neck “Oh, I have wanted you to please me ever since I saw your pretty face for the first time, Y/N.” Her voice was low and hungry, and it sent shivers to your core. 

As soon as you came back to her office, she locked the door and took you to her private quarters. She pushed you down on her bed before she started stripping down. The look was intoxicating. Her body was perfect with curves to die for, and you wanted to touch every little bit of it. “Now I am going to make sure to put you to good use, and you’re going to do as I say, okay? After all, you did have the nerve to bring someone else. You’ll have to make up for that, my darling.” the knot in your core immediately returned, and you were eager to do whatever she said.

“Yes, Larissa. I just want to please you.” you were dying to taste her and she knew that. She knew exactly how to tease and torture you. 

“Good girl. Now, get up and undress yourself.” Her tone was gentle, but firm. You knew better than to defy her, and quite frankly you didn’t even want to. You just wanted to make her feel good. 

As you got up to undress yourself, she moved to the middle of the bed and spread her legs. Her cunt was glistening and you felt like you were about to start drooling. Her eyes followed your every move while her hand started sliding down her body. She started massaging her breasts and moaned when her fingers pinched her nipples. She let her hand wander further down until it found her cunt and started rubbing her clit. 

You felt paralysed and couldn’t stop staring. The look of her touching herself was almost too much, and you felt your arousal drip down your inner thighs again. She started finger fucking herself and moaned loudly while still keeping intense eye contact. You were so hungry for her, and she knew that oh so well. She pulled out her fingers and took them to her lips before she started sucking on them. “I bet you want to taste. I taste really good, darling. Beg for it.” her hand wandered back down and she started fingering herself again. 

“Please let me touch and taste you, Larissa. I promise I’ll worship you.” your eyes were practically begging too. You were desperate for her, and of course she knew this too.

“Come here, darling. Please your girlfriend.” Hearing her call herself your girlfriend was enough to melt you and you crawled into bed and collapsed between her legs. You grabbed her thighs and worshipped her thighs with your lips. 

She was clearly hungry for you too and she grabbed your hair, pulling you closer. You immediately obeyed and couldn’t help but moan when your tongue met her warm and soaked cunt. She was right. She tasted heavenly. She gasped as your tongue started circling her clit and she pulled harder at your hair. 

“Oh my god, Y/N. It feels so good. You feel so good between my legs.” she moaned and writhed underneath you and you couldn’t stop a smile forming on your lips. You grabbed her thighs harder, feeling like you couldn’t get close enough to her. You wanted every drop of her. 

“I have never tasted anything as good as you, Larissa.” The words made her moan out loud and her back arched as she gasped, and you could tell that she was getting closer. Her moans and breathing became more and more erratic and you kept a steady pace until she came undone and exploded in a loud orgasm, making her scream and shiver underneath you. 

Eventually she looked up and smirked “Fuck me, Y/N. I want to feel your fingers inside me.” she spread her legs more, inviting you in. Her cunt was still soaked and having you look at her like that made another wave of arousal pour down on the bed. She was so ready for you. 

“As you please, my beautiful.” you smiled as you sat up on your knees and started teasing her opening before you slid two fingers inside. Fuck, she felt good around your fingers. 

“Fuck me harder, Y/N. I want to remember your fingers inside me with every step I take tomorrow.” Her words drove you crazy. You added another finger and started fucking her deeper. Her moans were the most inebriating sounds you had ever heard, making your mind vibrate with lust. 

“Oh, that’s it. Show me who I belong to, Y/N.” you grinned and fucked her harder and faster.

“You belong to me, Larissa. Cum for me, my pretty girl.” Your words made her back arch and she tipped over the edge immediately, releasing her sweet arousal over your fingers. You wanted more, and continued. 

She clearly liked it, and she looked you in the eyes while you continued fucking her hard. She knew she was still in charge, but she loved being used by you. Her orgasms kept coming until you realised she was exhausted as she could barely keep still. You pulled out your fingers and moved next to her. 

“You clearly know how to please a girl, Y/N. Looks like I hit the jackpot with you.” she laughed and kissed you. She was so exhausted she had barely moved, and you pulled the covers over you.

“I know how to please you now, and that’s all that matters to me, my love.” you kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arms around you. 

“Y/N, I need you to know that you mean the world to me. I know you only said yes to being my girlfriend today and maybe it sounds immature or rushed, but I mean it. Ever since our first date, you have made me feel whole, appreciated and desired. I’m sorry I hurt you, but I promise I will try and make it up to you. You are my girl, and I only want the best for you.” you blushed and crawled closer to her. 

“You don’t have to apologise. You made it up to me already by asking me that one magical question. Ever since then, I have been floating on a cloud of pride and excitement. You are so beautiful and I am so glad I can call you mine.” you kissed her and she gave you a gentle smile.

“Let’s get some sleep, my girl. I’ll keep you safe in my arms now and for as long as I live.” she pulled you closer and rubbed your back with a hand as light as a feather. It made you drowsy, and you felt yourself falling asleep. You had never been happier, and you couldn’t wait to spend every night like this.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Typical Stark - Chapter 9

A/N: A series nobody saw coming indeed. We’re approaching the final chapter now. There’s a LOT happening in this one.. Leave a comment, like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ fluffy smut, lil bit of angst?

Word count: 2.3k

Typical Stark Masterlist

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“Oh my fucking God! Don’t stop!” you cried, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you like vice while Tony’s fingers curled inside your tight heat, finding just the spot that made you see stars.

He held your hips in place, nipping the skin over your pubic bone to keep them from involuntarily rising above the bed. The way your body reacted to him, the way your walls clamped around his fingers, the sweet, sweet sounds that left your lips, the man was enjoying every last second of it. He kept at his ministrations until you were pushed over the edge for the second time that night, gushing all over his fingers while your thighs shook with the pleasure that pulsed through.

With a sudden change of position, he laid on his back, taking you with him; gently but firmly guiding your core over his mouth until you were left straddling the man’s face. You didn’t think you could take it, but Tony seemed too determined to deny it.

“Tony, I don’t think I can…” your voice betrayed you there, lust laden and weak, you sounded too unlike yourself.

“I know you can, sweetheart. You’ve got another one in there for me. Come on, you said I’m your favourite toy, didn’t you? Use me.” His big brown eyes swum with such passion and want, you found yourself lowering your hips and carding your fingers through his soft hair, using it like your anchor.

Tony’s mouth latched onto your oversensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure down your body, the familiar pressure building deep within your belly. The man was too skilled.

You hadn’t experienced the kind of desire or pleasure with your previous lovers. Tony was attentive and giving in bed, smug, sure, but un-fucking-believable. Nothing would ever come close.

Gripping your thighs firmly, he lapped at your cunt, allowing you to ride his face as you pleased, his tongue expertly coaxing yet another orgasm out of you. You came loud and hard, grabbing the headboard for support while your body went lax against him.

“You’re unreal, you know that?” you whispered, cheeks reddening looking at his glistening lips as you fell onto your back, unable to do much else given how spent you were.

“Oh I know. But I am all yours.” He murmured, climbing back in bed once he was done cleaning up.

“That you are. All mine.” you agreed, draping your sheets over the two of you and snuggling close. Your heart swelled with pride every time Tony mentioned he belonged to you, and you to him.

What started as a simple wine and dine date for two of you two weeks after you moved in together had turned into a rather naughty night.

Not that you were complaining.

.

“Okay, I can be there in twenty minutes? Give or take.” you spoke assertively on the phone to Nick Fury, pacing about in the living room of your shared apartment while your boyfriend followed you like a puppy, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Certainly. I’ll see you there, boss.”

Once you were done, you were met with expectant doe eyes which instantly brought a smile to your face.

“I’ve been summoned to HQ. Something about classified files that need urgent sorting. And no, nobody with a lower pay grade can do it. Fury insisted it has to be me, so it looks like it's gonna be a long day for me.”

You answered one of Tony’s questions that you saw forming in his genius brain, walking over to the man to kiss the pout off his lips.

“Fiinee. I’ll be in my lab blowing things up. Text me if you need saving.” he winked, rubbing your arms up and down before pulling you in for a kiss goodbye.

“I will. And don’t miss me too much, Stark.” you murmured, toying with the ends of his slightly longer hair.

“That I can’t do, sweetheart.”

.

At the headquarters, you were assigned with sorting archived hard copies of Hydra files since there was a data breach in the system, Fury needed all hands on deck and it was very well going to be an all-nighter.

Tony texted you every so often, keeping you entertained in between your otherwise boring work at hand.

That was until a sudden interruption outside. A flurry of people and hushed murmurs and discussions made you hurry downstairs to where Fury was.

The large screen promptly displayed what the furor was about; a hostage situation at the Grand Central Terminal caused several panicked citizens to scramble out of the place while several gunshot sounds echoed, which you hoped to God weren’t aimed at any innocent lives.

Nick Fury stood with his hands behind his back, as usual, watching the scene unfold calmly, almost like he were watching a movie.

“What’s happening, boss? Who are these men? Hydra?” You exclaimed, watching in horror as more bullets were fired followed closely by screams and shrieks of the people they had captured.

“Looks like it. Don’t worry, Y/L/N, I’ve got the lead of my boy band taking care of them.” He nodded, giving you his signature look.

As if on cue, your boyfriend flew in, landing right outside the station in a pose that almost made you roll your eyes. Such a show off.

Soon after, you watched Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff jump into action, carefully guiding the hostage civilians out to safety while Stark zoomed in and out of the footage available for you.

It was always a thrill watching Iron Man in action, the man was a sight and he knew it. Before you got to know him, you’d roll your eyes at his ostentatious nature, this time around though, you felt a sense of pride as you watched your man take down the bad guys.

And then, something happened in a fraction of a second that felt like an eternity to you.

Tony had half stepped out of his suit and taken one step down the stairs when a bomb detonated. The blast flung him in the air and you could do nothing but watch as he landed in rubble. You felt the air being knocked out of your lungs as he lay there unconscious, injured, barely breathing.

He had to be alive. He had to be.

Getting out of HQ and to the infirmary where Tony was brought in was all a blur, you were on autopilot and it all seemed to be happening too quickly and too slow all at once. He had been taken into emergency surgery, shrapnel had damaged his arc reactor and it had to be removed.

You paced outside the operating room, trying your level best to keep it together and not crumble on the floor.

He would make it, he had to.

Tony had been strong enough to survive in a cave in Afghanistan, he would be strong enough to survive this as well. You kept repeating it to yourself.

The doctors walked out of the operating room a couple of hours later, giving you a squeeze on your shoulder.

“He’s fine, Miss Y/L/N. A broken rib and several contusions to his body. We had to remove the arc reactor from his chest along with the shrapnel that had been lodged all those years ago. His heart is safe now. He’s resting.”

After what seemed like a long, long while, you breathed a sigh of relief, thanking them for saving his life. Your heart thumped as you made your way inside the ICU, you’d always hated hospitals. They rarely brought happy memories back.

It would still be a couple of days before he was permitted visitors, a glance through the glass window was all you were allowed for now. Tears pooled in your eyes at the sight of him lying in bed with tubes and IVs hooked onto him. All the bandages made him look smaller in the bed as he breathed evenly, eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his battered face.

But he was alive.

…

You refused to move from his bedside, now that the doctors had allowed you inside, you spent your time reading to him, holding his hand and feeling his pulse, hoping he’d open his beautiful brown eyes for you.

Grabbing a coffee for yourself, you looked at your reflection in the mirror you passed in his room, dark circles under your eyes conveyed lack of sleep.

“Hey gorgeous.”

Tony’s croaky voice reached your ears before you turned to see him offer you a weak smile. Tears that you had strictly kept at bay for so many days threatened to spill from your eyes as you hurried next to him, taking his hand on yours.

“Tony! You’re awake. How–how’re you feeling?” you cried, letting the tears fall freely as you kissed the back of his hand softly.

“Besides the fact that I’m bruised like a peach, I’m fabulous. I missed you.”

You chuckled at his admission, allowing him to wipe your tears with slightly trembling hands. Perching yourself on the edge of his bed, you leaned down to give him a soft kiss against his lips, feeling him smile against yours.

“Have you slept at all? You look terrible.” he commented with a smirk, albeit his voice was full of worry.

“You’re one to talk, Stark. You need a good scrub down, and a shave.” You teased back, running your fingers over his stubble, your heart full of love as Tony leaned into your touch, turning his head to kiss your palm.

“I was so scared, Tony.” you whispered, a few unshed tears escaping down your cheeks as you touched your forehead to his.

“I’m right here, honey. Right here with you.” he murmured, cupping your face tenderly, reassuring you of his presence while you nodded.

He was really here, with you. And he was safe.

.

Your fingers were tracing the scar that now marked the former housing place for Tony’s arc reactor, a reminder of all the things he’d been through. Tony laid his head against his hand while the other caressed your back, pressing kisses against your hair while you two caught your breath.

Under normal circumstances, Tony was chatty after sex, either talking about the randomest of things or you’d be convincing him for a little nap. However, his energy felt different today, nervous, almost apprehensive. You could sense it by the way his foot tapped against the entangled sheets and the way his fingers stopped midway along your naked skin, as if pausing to think before he resumed.

“Tones…”

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong? You’re awfully quiet today.” you murmured, placing your chin under your hand as you looked up at him.

“Nothing’s wrong, um. I’m good, growing old maybe. I’m tired.” He tried making a joke but you weren’t buying it, giving him a look that made him sigh and sit up against the headboard.

“I’ve been thinking. That blow-up made me realize how fleeting time is. I couldn’t imagine what you must’ve gone through, what I would’ve done if God forbid you were in my situation, you know? God knows our jobs aren’t exactly ‘safe’.”

His hold on you tightened unconsciously, making you press a soft kiss against his cheek, encouraging him to continue.

“I love you more than I could ever imagine loving someone, Y/N and I don’t want to spend any more time apart. Waking up next to you is my favorite thing in the whole world, hearing about your day, ranting to you about mine, and the sex? I mean, I

could go on and on and on…”

You giggled, stopping his rambling by covering his mouth with your hand, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Tony gently peeled your hand away, kissing the back of it before holding it over his heart, letting you feel his steady heartbeat. You swore your heart was about to beat its way out of your ribcage any minute now, given where Tony’s speech was going.

“Basically what I’m trying to say is, my former battery-operated heart belongs to you now. You’re my home. So Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the honor of dancing with me naked in our bedroom right now?”

Your breath almost hitched until he said what he did, taking you by surprise yet again.

Did you even hear it right?

“What?” you sounded too unlike yourself as Tony stifled a smirk, wrapping the sheets around your bodies and guiding you out of bed, pulling you flush against his chest and gently swaying you both.

“I want to do exactly this, now and forever. You and me. What do you say? Think you can handle me for the rest of your life?”

His eyes held all the honesty you were looking for, big brown orbs swimming with love as he flashed you his winning smile, waiting for you to answer.

“Oh, I can handle you alright. I love you Anthony Edward Stark. But only for the mind-blowing sex.” you teased, letting out a yelp when he playfully slapped your butt.

He dipped his head down to meet your lips in a kiss that made you swoon. All the words unsaid were conveyed in the kiss and all the unasked questions went answered. .

“What? No ‘typical Stark’ this time?” Tony mumbled against your lips, carding his fingers through your hair and brushing your nose with his.

“Shut up and kiss me, Stark.”

“Yes ma’am.”

…

What do we think???!!!

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧·˚ isaac fucking you till you can’t remember your own name

warnings. gn!reader, dirty talk, overstimulation, cum eating, size kink, dumbification, bit of brat taming

“relax baby, i’ve got this” you state while adjusting yourself on top of isaac. “you seem so…tense.” your hand trails up his buttoned up shirt stopping at his stiff collar.

your former boss looks up at you with pleading eyes and a blush that has spread from his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears.

“i just don’t want to hurt you, that’s all.”

“isaac..” your voice sends a shiver up his spine while his blood flows down in the other direction. god you sounded hot when you said his name like that. your fingers begin fiddling with the buttons on his shirt —slowly undoing them as you continued. “i am no porcelain doll.”

his hands move to your thighs before speaking again.

“i can handle it.”

that’s what you were doing right? handling it with your face smushed in a pillow as isaac plowed into you from behind.

“how you feeling baby? does that feel good?” you only let out a whine in response as you shift your hips and he hits a spot inside you that makes your legs feel weak. you’re biting your lip hard enough to almost draw blood until isaac leans down to have you be flush against his chest — kissing your shoulders and playfully nipping at your ear lobe.

“you take it so well, certainly ‘handling’ it.” he whispers sweetly into your ear and kissing your cheek before he sits back up and pushes you into a deep arch.

“shit you’re so good.” you smirk at the statement.

“i bet you say that to all the people you sleep with.” his hips falter for a brief moment as he processes what you said before picking back up at an ungodly pace, reaching the deepest parts of you.

“what a bratty thing to say.” he’s basically abusing your g-spot at this point to where you’re almost seeing stars.

“you shouldn’t think things like that.”

the moans that spill out of your mouth are loud and you feel as though you have no control over them, your body feels too good.

“in fact, you shouldn’t be thinking at all.” arousal blooms between your legs at his words.

“i am going to fuck you so good that you’ll forget your name.”

it’s been hours, the air in the room is thick and heavy, just like something else you know. something that continues to slide in and out of you, stretching you in the most pleasing ways. isaac kept true to his word, fucking you until there is not a thought inside your head except the word ‘more.’ you’ve cum more times then you can count and yet he keeps going, overstimulating you just so he can see you squirm beneath him.

“mmmore please~” you can feel another high approaching, your whole body aches for release.

“one more baby — almost there .” he grunts as he gets lost in the way you feel around him.

“yeah that’s it.” he lets out a moan as he lets his high crash over him like a wave and feels your walls spasm around his cock.

you feel his cum drip down your thigh and make quick work to reach between your legs and spread some onto your fingers before keeping eye contact with him as you place your cum covered fingers on your tongue. isaac watches you practically hypnotized and unable to look away.

“t-that was..” before he can finish his own sentence he flips you over and kisses you with a starved hunger.

he moans into your mouth when he tastes himself on your tongue and you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss as his hands moves down your body to gently squeeze your thighs.

“how about one more round?”

you whine but agree and spread your legs for him and he gets to work, clean up the mess he made. the stimulation to your sensitive area makes your hips twitch a little. isaac is quick to put his hand over top of you and apply light pressure and the action only makes you more turned on.

“shhh relax baby, i’ve got this.”

woah new format!

did you dorks miss me? (girl it’s been a week)

.masterlist

.love always <3 pearl

[bygiornogiovanna]

Hello there! Apologies if I sound rude! But may I request a scenario where Giorno and Josuke are hit by a Stand and act different?

Giorno acts hyper, bubbly and adorable while Josuke acts super shy, timid and cute? And Reader has to deal with all the cuteness?

Flip The Switch (Giorno Giovanna/Josuke Higashikata x GN! Reader)

anon, u are offically my ˢᵐᵒˡ bean. in your further requests *if there will be more, please sign yourself like that.

the images below represent both me when I read your request and saw how POLITE (and adorable) you were and y/n seeing josuke/giorno ily so much

also excuse that my requests are taking so long. i'm just lazy.

to anyone who requested something, I see your requests!!! and i am working on them, they will come...eventually haha

also, happy one year anniversary to this blog!

"You don't stand a chance against my stand, Y/N L/N!" bluffed the villain under the boss's command, Akari Massimo. He was a tall, light-skinned man, probably in his twenties. If you looked past his evilness, you would see a handsome young man, with golden eyes and a beautiful, healthy white hair, whose smile was nothing but sweet and charming. However...His power of turning one into its opposite wasn't that sweet and charming. His Stand, Flip The Switch, could turn you from woman to man, from sweet to mean, but worst of all...from powerful to weak. Of course, your lover could easily defeat him. The problem was...your lover wasn't there.

You were honestly scared. You weren't weak, but you weren't strong either, so you didn't know what his stand would do to you. You had to buy some time until him or his friends arrived. You couldn't risk it.

"Do you really think all that cheap talk will scare me? Oh please, I've encountered people way scarier than you!" you let yourself do what you knew the best: annoy people. He seemed one that loved his pride, and he wouldn't stand the fact that someone like you would dare insulting him like that.

"I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you want to live! You have no idea what my stand, Flip The Switch, is capable of!" Massimo said and you huffed.

"What is it going to do? Turn me into a cat? Please, it sounds pathetic." you saw his left eye twitch and a satisfied smile crossed your face. "Actually, I wonder, if you use it on yourself, would it turn you into a clown or into the whole circus?" you gave him your sweetest, most fake smile.

You saw his stand appearing behind him and launching an attack towards you. You managed to avoid it, striking back, managing to scartch his face. "You fucking bitch, you scratched my handsome face! You'll pay for this!" he said and you swore you could see fume raising from his ears.

"Oh my..." you said, and before you knew it, another attack was right about to hit you, but...

☆Giorno Giovanna☆

"Not on my watch." You heard Giorno's voice and, suddenly, he appeared in front of you, blocking the hit with his body. You gasped and your eyes filled with tears when, after a few seconds, he didn't get up.

"Giorno!" you voice broke and you felt like your knees would give out when you saw your precious lover laying on the ground while clenching on his stomach.

"Awh, what a shame. Poor blondie boy couldn't save his poor little lover." Massimo said mockingly and he was about to say something else, but you heard Giorno mumble—Golden Experience Requiem.

"Uh oh...If I were you I would start saying my prayers." you said cockily and, before your enemy could react, he disappeared without a trace, probably trapped in the Infinite Death Loop. "Giorno, amore mio, are you okay?!" you rushed to his side, kneeling worriedly before him.

"Y/N..." he started softly and nothing seemed wrong...Until the blonde immediately crashed into your arms, hugging you tightly. "I missed you so much, tesoro!" Giorno yelled and you could swear you never heard him sound so excited.

"I-...Giorno, amore, are you okay?" you laughed and he hugged you tighter, laughing too. The moment you heard that, everything stopped.

Giorno Giovanna, the Don of Passione, laughed.

A sound so heavenly. You last heard him laugh more than two years ago. Giorno never laughs—all somebody, mostly you, can get out of him is a faint giggle. That's all.

You looked at him in shock and the blonde boy looked at you with a cute face, confused. "What's wrong, tesoro?" he asked in a smooth tone and he touched your cheek.

"...you laughed..." you whispered and a smile made its way onto your face. "It's been so long since I heard you laugh. Are you sure you are okay, amore?"

"I'm fine, promise. You don't have to worry about me." he said and his voice sounded ao tender, so smooth and soft, love-filled even. Although Giorno was never aggressive towards you, he never displayed his affection, and especially not in public.

You thought it was just the adrenaline and the fear of losing you making him act like that, but no. This kept going on for multiple days, Giorno acting the opposite of his usual personality.

In the small amounts of time you had alone, because, apparently, Giorno was extremly clingy, never leaving your side, you were thinking about what could've possibly happened for your dear boyfriend to act like this.

Then it hit you.

It was Massimo's stand.

Flip The Switch did that to your boyfriend.

Not that you complained, it was very cute to see your stoic boyfriend be a big baby, but...That wasn't Giorno. You had to talk with Bruno, to find a way...

Suddenly, your trail of thoughts was interrupted by your baby boyfriend coming home and directly jumping in your arms, whining about how much he missed you.

Giorno Giovanna, Italy's biggest man, was whining in your arms.

Yep, you had to do something about it.

☆Josuke Higashikata☆

"Not so fast." Josuke's smug voice could be heard and his tall frame shadowed yours, blocking the Stand's hit with his body. You felt like the world stopped when you saw your boyfriend groaned in pain, taking a few steps aside.

"Josuke!" you yelled and turned him to you. "Are you crazy?!"

"In love, yes." he said smugly and chuckled, clearing her throat. "See? I'm all fine, don't..." he stopped and then scrunched his nose, as if a rush of pain went through him. "Oi, Koichi, Okuyasu, handle this guy f'r me!" Josuke yelled and his two friends nodded, fighting with Massimo.

The pompadour boy fell to his knees, coughing a little. You kneeled by his side, softly rubbing his back, trying to comfort him.

"My love, are you okay?" you asked sweetly, your soft hands caressing his hair. You were the only one allowed to touch the man's hair whenever you want without getting yourself killed.

"I-...I...I a-am okay..." he stuttered, the sound of his words coming out as breathy. You were relived to hear, but then it hit you. Your boyfriend just stuttered.

Josuke Higashikata stuttered.

He shied away from your arms, hiding his blushing cheeks. You frowned confused and you looked between him and Massimo. Quickly, you put the pieces together.

It was Flip the Switch's work.

"Josuke..." you whispered to him and you hugged him tightly. Instead of hugging you back, he squirmed shyly, as he did the first time you hugged him. It made your heart melt and you chuckled softly.

"Y-Y/N what...a-are you doing?" he whispered back.

"Hugging my boyfriend? Is there something wrong?" you chuckled and hugged him tighter, making him blush embarrassed.

"N-no...Everything is okay..." his voice was barely above a whisper and he hugged you back, awkwardly and slowly.

You chuckled and nuzzled your face in his neck. Maybe it wasn't that bad that he protected you from Flip The Switch's attack—now you can be the one who teases and makes him flustered.

It will be fun. Won't it?

[sensivs]

I'm back lol

I was thinking some...

Graves gets eaten out by male reader in his office

I am currently working on another graves smut thing but yes

BOTTOM GRAVES FOR THE WIN 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

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Basic summary: it’s time gentlemen… THE WHOREIFCATION OF GRAVES

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Graves let out a big sigh, he was currently in his office looking at some paper work.

A simple knock came from his door, “come in!” Graves answered, in came you. You were graves assistant, you were known for being a jokester towards the big boss man but he still kept you around.

Why? Because he’s in love with you.

“Hey sir” graves rolled his eyes when he heard your “annoying” voice. “Hi y/n” “what you doing there boss?” You peaked over his shoulder.

“None of your business, now tell me why your here” graves replied, putting the papers he had in his hands down onto the table.

“Oh nothing, I’m just here because i miss you” “you literally saw me a few- why are you really here? What do you need lieutenant?”

You could tell graves was getting annoyed very quickly, jeez that task 141 shit was really getting to him huh? “Calm down boss, it’s gonna be okay” you said, rubbing his shoulders.

You knew that phillip’s shoulders were an absolute weak point of his. “F-Fuck off” graves said, stifling his moans.

“Your so cute when you try to hold your moans~” graves felt embarrassed, being teased by an assistant isn’t something that graves would call a “flex”.

“Shut. up.” Graves said through bitten lips. “Come on, let loose Phillip, you know you want too~” you did have a point.

Phillip was really stiff these past few days, he really needed some relaxation for all his hard work. You guided your bosses face to the table, laying it down gently.

“Reeelaaaaxxxxx” you calmly said like those massager people, idk but something like that. “God you’re so fucking annoying y/n”.

“Calm down the hate train football dad I’m just trying to keep you from having a complete meltdown”

The last time graves got so overworked wasn’t a pretty sight for sore eyes.. so preventing it was like a gift from the gods.

Graves let out a big sigh once again, being mean to your pookie bear isn’t gonna win him Phillip 🥱‼️.

He was being too hard on himself and he knew it, once you saw that graves had finally gone into a relaxed state.

You slowly pulled down grave’s pants and boxers. All those teases that you told graves following the lines of “i will eat your ass” were finally becoming true.

Graves shivered, feeling the cold air hitting his bare ass was a new experience for the man. “You ok boss?” “A-All good”.

You chuckled, you looked at the meal you had in front of you. Goddamn did it look delicious, but you couldn’t just dig in just like that. Make him feel it.

You groped both of the two huge mountains of flesh presented in front of you, graves let out a cute little gasp but kept quiet, not wanting you to stop.

You then started leaving bite marks and hickeys on the man’s beautiful buns, they were very soft and were very delectable.

You left one last bite mark and then looked at the real reason for all this. Graves hole puckered slightly (pls be nice to me guys I’ve never wrote someone getting eaten out).

You immediately dived right it, the sudden action made graves jerk his hips forward and moan loudly.

Graves moans didn’t lower and you knew that Phillip wasn’t going to lower them anytime soon. You had a strong grip on his thighs, their soft plushy feeling almost made you cum.

But you knew better than to cum just by touch, so you continued enjoying your meal. Graves’ moans started to get louder, “aH! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!! Just like that y/n, oh yes just like that, aHh~”.

And just a few seconds later, graves came. Soon after, you came. The both of you tried catching your breath, you got up and comfortably laid yourself on top of graves.

“Get off lieutenant! Your crushing me!” “I’m not that heavy stop lying >:( “

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I’m sorta thinking abt a Valeria and Alejandro x male reader tag team type of thing but idk if y’all want it to be Valeria or Rudy orrrrr maybe both??? , you guys pick and I’ll do it :) .

Also…

WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETERRRRR 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

[lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Yandere! Scaramouche/Wanderer X Bullied At Work! Male Reader

It was another bad day for you at work, because your boss was petty enough to yell at you in front of your coworkers. Not only that, but he also called you names that were harsh and unforgettable. This isn't the first time he'd done that, and you aren't the only one either, because he treats everyone who works for him like dirt beneath his feet.

You were walking home from work while asking yourself, "how will I tell Scaramouche about this?" You and Scaramouche are boyfriends, and you hadn't told him about the situation, reasons are because you fear that he would call you helpless, or worse, even weak.

You finally made your way home before knocking on the front door, after you did you was met by Scaramouche hugging you with a smile on his face. "Welcome back baby, I missed you," Scaramouche said happily. You hugged him back before sitting down and replying with a low tone, "thanks babe, I missed you too."

Your reply was enough to make Scaramouche concerned about you, "what's wrong Y/N?" He asked worryingly, "it's nothing," you replied while looking down. "No, there's something wrong, I know it is," Scaramouche said while looking at you. "Y/N, you know I am here for you, right?" Scaramouche asked while squeezing your hand gently, "yes," you replied while squeezing his hand as well. "Then tell me what's wrong baby, I'll listen, I promise," he said before caressing your cheeks softly.

"It's just work," you said softly. "Oh, what about work? Is it stressing you out, or is it something else that is bothering you at work?" Scaramouche asked, "it's something else," you replied while looking at him sadly. "What is it Y/N? Tell me, please," he said. "It's my boss," you replied while trying not to cry. "What about your boss?" Scaramouche asked while being even more concerned, "he....says things to me and my coworkers," you said trying to hold back your tears.

"Like what Y/N?" Scaramouche asked with a serious look on his face, you couldn't hold back your tears any longer so you cried before saying. "He said things like I am worthless and don't deserve nothing good, and I am weak." Scaramouche then began to hug you tightly before saying, "don't listen to him baby, you aren't worthless, and you definitely aren't weak." You hugged him back before saying, "I'm not?" "Of course not, you are amazing Y/N, and I'm glad to have you as my boyfriend," Scaramouche replied.

"Baby, why didn't you told me about this sooner?" Scaramouche asked, "because I didn't want you to think that I am weak," you replied while wiping your tears away. "Oh baby, I would never think that you are weak, you don't deserve any of this," Scaramouche replied while caressing your cheeks softly again. You hugged him back before saying, "thanks for being so understanding Scaramouche." He hugged you back before saying, "you're welcome baby, now go get some rest, you deserve it after the hell your boss puts you through," you chuckled a bit before kissing him and going to the bedroom to go to sleep.

After you went to the bedroom, Scaramouche smirked before saying, "don't worry Y/N, I'll make sure no one talks to you like that ever again." After he said that he began to make his way to the kitchen before grabbing a huge knife and making his way to the place you work at, he had been there before so it wasn't hard for him to find it.

(Time skip)

After a long time he finally made it, he then easily broke into your boss's office while he was sitting on his desk. He jumped at the sight of seeing Scaramouche in his office. "W-Who are you?" The boss asked while backing away fearfully, Scaramouche smirked. "I am Y/N's boyfriend. He told me what you be saying to him and to his coworkers, and the things you said to them weren't nice at all," he replied.

"Hahaha, and what are you going to do about it? Y/N is pathetic and insignificant, he doesn't deserve anyone," this made Scaramouche go berserk completely. "You dare call my love pathetic and insignificant? I'll show you who is pathetic and insignificant!" He yelled before charging at him and stabbing him repeatedly while he laughed and hearing him scream, but Scaramouche didn't care, all he cares about is you, and only you.

After he killed him, he threw the boss's body in a nearby river. He wasn't worried about the gruesome scene though, so he just left it the way it was. After some time he made his way back home while his clothes were covered in the boss's blood. When he got home he hopped in the shower before putting on another set of clothes and laying down on the bed, he smiled happily while watching you sleep peacefully despite all of the harsh things your boss said to you. But you don't have to deal with the verbal abuse anymore, now that your boss is dead.

"I love you so much Y/N, and I would do anything to make you happy, and no one will make you feel worthless again," Scaramouche said before kissing you gently and falling asleep while cuddling you.

(Time skip 2)

"Wake up sleepyhead," Scaramouche said while smiling down at you. "Okay baby," you said before yawning. You was about to get ready for work before you heard a knock at your door, you ran to the door before opening it only to see one of your coworkers. "Hey Y/N, I want to tell you something," the coworker said. "What is it?" You asked, the coworker paused a bit before saying, "the boss is dead," you were blown away after they said that. "How? What happened to him?" You asked, "he was murdered in his office, there was blood everywhere and his body is nowhere to be found," the coworker replied.

"Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that," Scaramouche said while acting completely innocent and pretending to be unaware that your boss was dead until now. "Yeah, but we can't do anything about it now," you said. "That's all I want to talk to you about Y/N, I think I'll be staying home for a while," your coworker said. "I think I'll stay home for a while as well," you replied. After that you and your coworker shook hands before they made their way back home.

You closed the door behind them before looking at Scaramouche. "Well, guess I'll have to find another job," you said. "Don't worry Y/N you will, and you will find a better one," Scaramouche replied before hugging you. "You're right, I will," you said before hugging him back. "How about we go for a walk?" Scaramouche asked, "sure," you replied happily before going outside while waiting for him. He then smirked for the murder of your selfish boss before coming outside with you.

[roaringdargon]

For @spr-ingo "off-script". just some fun with Ingo and Emmet on their first battle together on the Multi train after Ingo returns.

I am sick and did not edit this like I wanted, but I still wanted to post today.

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The first day back to the battle lines was a long anticipated one for Ingo. After months of successful and unsuccessful reintegration this was a goal that made his heart burn with desire. Of all the unfamiliarity that accompanied him in his day to day the conducting of battles was one that always stuck with Ingo even when he barely remembered that he was , in fact, Ingo. So now with memories barely scraping by as familiarity it was a much needed step forward for both his recovery and his sanity.

It was multi lines only for now because of further safety preparations and checks needed before allowing solo control of a giant metal death trap, but it was still so worth it. The energy stewing between himself and his brother as they awaited the arrival of their first valiant challengers was electric. They could not stop the excitement in every twitch of the wrist and stamp of their feet. This feeling of being so in sync with someone was both foreign and familiar. He and Emmet had prepared their teams, strategized, practiced and learned each other's mannerisms all over again. Even now the silence is often interrupted by future adjustments.

When the first set of challengers to make it to them showed up it was a friendly surprise. A young man in blue gaped and a young woman sporting two buns and the confidence of a champion had stars in her eyes.

"Oooooooh wow! Elesa had totally suggested we come challenge today! I had a feeling why but it's still sooo exciting!" Champion Rosa cheered in infectious excitement.

"It's so good to see you both as a duo again sirs it has been too long!" Added Nate.

The sentiment was, of course returned in twofold.

"I have been early awaiting my return as well, Miss Rosa, Mister Nate. We both are eager to resume this track together, of course!" Replied Ingo

Emmet jumped in, "Yup! Although it is currently a trial run until Ingo is completely certified again so it was not advertised. I am Emmet and I am glad it was you two who made it here first! I want this to be a fun battle. So let us do so."

"Of course!" "Yayyyy!"

There was a pause in the room that followed while everyone readied their pokemon was a bit odd afterward despite the anticipation. As if something is missing Ingo looks toward Emmet and he looks mildly panicked for some reason. Emmet glances at Ingo with a slightly intense yet guilty look.

Ingo stares and thinks for a moment then seems to understand. Of course, Emmet has mentioned that they worked in tandem in all situations. While it had been a while it was probably Ingo who took the lead in this situation before and he is feeling guilty about forgetting to remind him. It is no issue. For Ingo knows how to conduct a battle.

Before Ingo can say anything Emmet speaks up "I am Emmet, a Subway Boss. He is Ingo. We are a team! We cover each other's weaknesses! We want to see how strong you are together in turn." He finishes abruptly, pauses then adds "Anything to add, brother?"

Emmet looks over with a bead of sweat as if questioning whether or not to throw the spotlight over, but Ingo just gives him a small genuine smile. He will take it from here!

"Yes! Now then. Follow the rules and drive safely! We are headed for victory! ALL ABOOOARD!"

There is giggling and laughing from the whole room as they throw out their pokemon. This battle will be a great start on a new track to victory!

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I thought it would be fun to have Ingo say his canon version of Emmet's multi train line and also force Emmet to say his version of Ingo's.

[phantom-of-the-501st]

We've Taken Different Paths and Travelled Different Roads

New fic? New Fic. 😙 A series of snapshots throughout the lives of the Domino Twins

@saturn-sends-hugs @inkstainedhandswithrings

SPOILERS FOR TBB INCLUDED

"KRIFF! Not again."

"Echo, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Doesn't seem like you are, vod. Is it getting too much?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"YES!"

"You know, it's okay to admit that you're not doing too good. Therapeutic even. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, we all have our weaknesses. I just didn't realise yours would be a paintbrush."

"Fives, if you don't shut your mouth I will push you out of the top bunk while you're sleeping. Again."

Fives let out a dramatic gasp and clutched at his chest. "Rude! I'm just trying to help you out. If you're struggling that much-"

"I am not struggling. I just can't get this kriffing line straight..."

"Sounds like you're struggling to me."

"FIVES!"

"Hey, no need to get grouchy, vod. You're just jealous that my armour came out so flawless." Fives leant back on his hands, a smug expression on his face. Echo glanced at Fives' armour, which was laid out to dry, and his eyes fell on the tribute to Hevy.

"You made a spelling mistake."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No I did not." Fives picked up the piece in question. "You're just mad that you can't get your lines stra- KRIFF!"

Echo laughed.

_._._._._._._

"I won that one!"

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did!"

"Fives, that was an illegal move. If anything, that should get you disqualified."

"No illegal moves on the battlefield, Echo. I mean, what you gonna do in a fight? Stare a separatist down and tell them that they're disqualified from the war?"

"We're not on the battlefield, Fives. We're having a sparring match in a training room. And that was an illegal move." Echo went to the bench for a drink and to rewrap his hands. Fives was bouncing from one foot to the other on the training mat.

"You're just mad that you lost."

Echo rolled his eyes. "Illegal move, Fives. Illegal move."

"Sore loser, Echo. Sore loser."

Echo turned to stare his brother down, unimpressed. Fives just grinned back, still hopping about.

"Come on, vod. One more round. I might even let you win this time."

Stars, Echo wanted to punch his brother in the face sometimes. "Fine, one more round. But no cheating!" He pointed an accusatory finger at Fives and made his way towards the mat. Bracing his feet against the floor, and bringing his fists up, Echo tilted his head. "Shall you count down or shall I?"

"I will! Okay, five, four, three, two-" Both of their comms beeped from the bench.

Bringing themselves back to a normal stand, the two made their way back to their armour, Echo picking up his comm as soon as he reached the pile. "It's a message from Rex. He wants a meeting with us. Something about a rescue mission."

"Well," Fives said cheerfully, gathering his things "better not keep the boss waiting!"

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"I'm sorry for shouting at you."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. I shouldn't have been so harsh. It's just..."

"Fives, it's okay. I promise you."

Fives sighed and curled up on himself even more. "I just miss him, ya know?"

Rex came to sit next to his brother on the floor. It was cold and definitely not comfortable, but Fives didn't look like he was going anywhere any time soon. "I know, vod'ika. I know." He put his arm around his shoulders. "I miss him too. And I get why you're angry. It's not fair. Nobody deserved this, let alone Echo."

"I'm just so mad at him." Fives clenched his fists and let out a shaky breath. "I shouldn't be, but I am. After everything we went through, after losing our squad, we promised each other we'd always be there. Always.

"And maybe it was stupid. No... it was stupid. We're in a kriffing war. It was a stupid promise to make." Fives tilted his head more towards the floor. "But I'm still angry at him for breaking it. Why did he have to run, Rex? Why?"

A sigh. "Because it's Echo. He'll always put others before himself, even if it means risking his own life. He'll always be there for the people that need him."

"But I need him." Fives said. The expression on his face was enough to break Rex's already shattered heart a billion times over. The look in his eyes was pleading, desperate, so painfully childlike. "I need him, Rex. And he's not here."

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"Do you think there's anything after death?"

"Stars, Fives! Bit of a heavy question isn't it?"

Jesse took a swig of his drink and stared at his brother, who was sat on the other side of the table, looking nowhere in particular.

"I'm just asking. We're all gonna die at some point and it'd be nice to know what comes next."

"This is about Echo isn't it?"

Fives looked at Jesse, expression unusually blank. "I didn't say it was about Echo."

"But it is, isn't it?" It had been months at this point, but no-one could blame Fives for still dwelling on it every now and again. Echo and him were inseparable, you never found one without the other unless something went seriously wrong. The only time they'd be apart would be if it was forced (or if one finally got so sick of the other's antics they had be away for a few hours, even if for the sake of everyone in their vicinity). So for Fives to be left without Echo...

Fives looked down at his own bottle, swirling it gently. "Sometimes..." His hand stopped. "Sometimes I wonder if he's still there somewhere, watching."

Jesse understood. Every clone had felt that way at one point; once you lost that many brothers, part of you always hoped they never truly left, that you would find them again someday.

Fives went back to swirling his drink. "What do you think he'd say?"

"What do I think Echo would say?"

"Right now. What do you think he would say?"

"I'd think he'd say 'Fives, you shouldn't be drinking this much the day before a major training session, you idiot.' And then drag you home."

"I meant about the death thing."

"Okay, well I'd think he'd say "Fives, stop thinking about kriff like this. This is why you shouldn't be drinking this much the day before a major training session, you idiot.' And then still drag you home."

Fives let out a half-hearted chuckle. "Yeah, that sounds about right." He took a swig from the bottle. "I just really need to see him again."

Jesse softened slightly. He knew Fives needed someone to joke with him every now and again, especially when he was down, and he would always be that person, but he also knew that his brother was hurting. He would always be haunted by what happened at the Citadel. "I'm sure you will, vod."

"Really?" Fives stared at him.

"Yes." Jesse knocked back the last of his drink and stood up. "But not right now. I'm gonna take you back to the barracks before you give yourself alcohol poisoning. Kix is still mad at you for the last time you got too drunk."

"I didn't mean to throw up on his helmet!" Fives pushed himself up. "It was his own fault for leaving it on the floor."

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"I just hope they're back together again."

"I know, Rex. I know. And I'm sure they are, causing as much havoc as they did when they were here." A small smile crossed Cody's face at the thought of those poor souls who finally thought they had found peace being made to deal with a couple of rascals in blue and white paint. "If anything, they're probably causing even more trouble. The entirety of Domino Squad, including two ARCs? It doesn't bear thinking about."

That got a laugh from the Captain. "Can you imagine Wolffe having to deal with that?"

"He'd defy all odds and come back from the dead if he was confronted with that lot."

The two sat there laughing. They'd decided not to go back to their camp, instead choosing to sit and watch the sun set on the horizon. It was calm, quiet, the most peaceful it had been in a long time. And they knew it wouldn't be for long. They had another mission to set out for tomorrow, but right now, in this moment, everything was still.

"How long do you think it would've taken Fives to try and climb that?" Rex pointed at a large, sprawling tree not too far from where they were sat. "I reckon he'd run at it the second he saw it."

"Yeah, he would. And then Echo would go storming off after him, muttering every curse word in the book, and threaten to drag his hide back to camp."

"You say that, but I can guarantee someone would've gone looking for them later and found both of them hanging out on a branch, ignoring all of their responsibilities."

An idea struck Cody.

"Race you up the tree."

Rex stared at him, wide-eyed. "Ya what?"

"Race you up that tree."

"What?! Why?! We're supposed to be the mature ones here, vod! We can't just go careening off into the forest to climb a tree!"

"Who says we can't? Our generals are currently elsewhere." Cody's eyes glinted with a mischievousness Rex hadn't seen since they were kids. "And you know Echo and Fives would've loved this."

"Which is exactly why it's a terrible idea!" Rex said frantically. "All plans that those two loved should never be touched with a hundred foot pole, let alone attempted!"

"Come on, vod. I thought you of all people would be a little more lenient than that. It'll be fun." Cody got up and brushed the dust off his legs. "Unless you're scared of getting caught."

Rex was silent, thinking. Cody knew he was winning. Just a little more pushing...

"Never thought I'd see the day that Captain Rex would give up and-"

"Oh you are on!" Cody watched Rex launch himself towards the tree, before sprinting after him, cackling.

With the wind in his face, and the dirt kicking up beneath thundering feet, he hoped that, wherever they were, the Domino Twins were laughing, revelling in the chaos of their two superiors barrelling through shrubs for a race up a tree. They deserved that extra laugh at least.

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Rex couldn't believe it. After all this time. After all the mourning and the grief and the rage... Echo was alive.

Echo had been taken to be looked over as soon as they got back to Kamino, but Rex could still see him, clear as day. Pale, cold. Metal ports all over, pulling at the skin. Limbs fused to composite and wires and things no human should be bound to. So very different from the Echo that Rex remembered. But so very alive.

Everything hurt. Yes, they'd found one of their brothers, Echo, and had managed to bring him back home. But it hurt. It hurt to know that they had left him behind. It hurt to know that he had spent endless rotations in a constant state of torture. It hurt to know that Echo would never be able to go back to the man he once was.

And it hurt to know that Fives never knew.

Fives was gone. He died thinking he was the last Domino standing, died thinking that he would be reunited with all of his brothers, with Echo... but Echo was right here. Fives never knew that his brother lived. And he would never know.

They should've been reunited. The pain and grief Rex had seen in Fives was too much to think about. The way he had collapsed, screaming, and fallen asleep simply out of pure exhaustion after returning from the Citadel. They should never have been separated. And despite bringing Echo back, Rex had to fight the ever-looming shadow that was the knowledge that he would never be able to bring the two back together. A forever-fractured whole held in pieces by the gaping chasm of death. There was no way to bridge that gap, not without Echo being lost again.

And it hurt. In a situation that should have brought so much joy, it hurt. Because Echo knew.

Rex didn't have to say anything. Echo just knew. When he saw that Fives wasn't there to get him, it fell into place. There was no way his brother wouldn't have been there for him. Not unless he was gone. And in some ways it was worse. There was no screaming, or crying, or shouting as there had been with Fives. Simply silence. A silence so deafening that Rex had almost wished, almost begged, for Echo to break down. Because he could see the wound inside Echo grow wider and there was nothing he could do to close it.

It hurt. It hurt to know that Echo knew. To know that after coming back from all of that, all he went through, his home was gone, destroyed, brought to rubble by the simple fact that his other half wasn't there. Echo would never be the same after Skako Minor.

And he certainly wouldn't be the same without Fives.

_._._._._._._

"He should be here. After everything he did, he deserved to be here, fighting alongside us."

It was dark and Rex and Echo had hunkered down inside to escape the biting wind and lashing rain outside. Echo was due to go back to the Batch the following day and help them rescue Omega and the other clones from Tantiss, so the two had taken some time to just sit down and rest.

Rex knew it was going to be a rough night. There was too much going on to get any decent level of sleep, and Echo had hit the point where he was once again thinking about his lost brother. Rex couldn't blame him. It was hard not to think about Fives at a time like this.

"I mean, he was the one who found out about the chips in the first place. None of us would be here if it wasn't for him. He deserves to bring the whole system down." Echo was wound up, like a tightly coiled spring, and Rex was just waiting for something to snap. Whether it was now, or tomorrow, in a few rotations time, he didn't know. But he knew that Echo would snap eventually, and whoever was on the receiving end of that blind rage would not have a good time. That was something Rex was certain about.

"You're right." Rex responded. "He should be here. And I'm forever angry that he never got the chance to see this. But you know who is here?" Echo glanced at him. "Us. And if anyone can carry on his legacy, it's us, especially you."

His brother didn't say anything, simply turning to stare ahead of him.

The Captain continued. "I see him in you sometimes. Now more than ever." He chuckled. "You used to be the rule follower, the one who would try and keep Fives somewhat in check. Now I see you running around causing just as much mayhem as he used to. I've seen Jawas with weaker thieving skills than I've seen from you over the last few weeks!" He could see a smile tugging at the edge of Echo's lips.

"Just keeping you on your toes, old man."

"Hey now! I try telling you how proud I am and you give me even more grey hairs." Rex rolled his eyes. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You were trying to tell me you were proud?"

"Yes!" Rex said with exasperation.

"You called me a thief." Echo's expression was blank but the Captain could see the twinkle in his eye. He was messing with him.

"Yes. And I was about to tell you how proud I was of your thievery but I'm not going to anymore."

"Are you mad that I called you old?"

"No."

"You're mad aren't you?" Rex should've been annoyed but when he saw the cheeky grin across his younger brother's face he couldn't help but melt.

Yep. Definitely like Fives.

"You'll be the death of me some day."

"I better not be," Echo said, slightly more serious. "People here need you."

"And they need you as well. I may outrank you Echo, and I may have more experience, but you are more than capable and you have proved yourself more than enough. We need you in this fight. We can't do it without you. I can't do it without you."

Echo had started to drift again. Rex could see it. "I just feel like I'm taking his place. That he should be here instead of me."

"You both deserve to be here." Rex put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "You deserve to be here just as much as he does. You aren't taking his space vod'ika. Never forget that."

Echo gave him a small smile.

"I'm proud of you."

"I thought you said weren't going to tell me-"

"Fives would be proud of you."

Echo froze. Rex held his gaze firm, grip on his shoulder tightening.

"Go out there tomorrow and do what you do, vod'ika. We'll be with you every step of the way. Both of us."

Teary eyed, Echo glanced away and swallowed. They sat in silence for a few minutes, processing. Tomorrow was going to be difficult. It was going to be a push. But Rex knew his brother was more than capable. He just hoped and prayed he didn't lose him again.

Rex wasn't sure how he'd ended up in the position where he could lose one of the twins for a third time, but here he was. There was only so much time you could keep those two apart, and Rex knew that time was ticking down. For now he just hoped that it wouldn't be tomorrow.

Echo had started picking at the paint on his pauldron. The colour had started to chip away, but the orange still held some of its vibrancy. "You know..." Echo said, not looking up from the armour "Fives would be laughing at me right now."

Rex raised an eyebrow, confused. "And why would that be?"

Echo pointed at the wobble between the orange and white "Because I still can't paint the kriffing lines straight."

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

LOL, you're worse than market thieves.

These people have no self-awareness whatsoever. Also, if it was up to Sheng Hong, he would sweep all this under the rug so fast, Granny be damned.

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LMAO, that's right, Minglan! Give them no face!

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She is trying to save your life, you stupid bitch!

She has correctly assessed that Minglan is the one in charge here and that she has no intention of letting her walk out alive, so she is now playing 3D chess with everyone involved.

For all the airs she puts on, she's also almost as dumb as Wang Ruofu. It's just that her opponents so far have been small and weak and she got arrogant.

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LMAO, Sheng Hong is so susceptible to flattery.

Minglan is disgusted!

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LMAO 🤣🤣

"Why can't you just let us get away with murder because faaaaambily," he means.

Like Granny isn't the only family Minglan will acknowledge when push comes to shove.

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OMG, Lord Kang is just waiting for you to give him an excuse to divorce her! He will be thanking you for it!

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Oh, you poor idiot boy 😂

You, unfortunately, seem to have inherited a dearth of brain cells from your mother's side of the family.

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I mean, sure, I can see that the mother does favour the shit sister, but honestly? Wang Ruofu poisoned a woman. Of her own will. It doesn't matter if she thought she would die or just be sick for a few days. This is an old woman whose quality of life she wanted to decrease just to grasp more power for herself.

And it's not just her, but also Aunt Kang, who seems to measure their mother's love in how willing she is to help them cover up a murder. Like, wtf? If my child were to murder someone, I would be absolutely devastated and unless it was something particularly heinous, I would still visit them in prison each week. But other than that, it would be, "Too bad, how sad. You did the crime, now you can do the time." And I am sure my family would be the same.

However, I do understand the angle here that they must protect the children since, apparently, all the mothers' wrongdoings would rub off on the kids and ruin their lives. Which is how both sides have ended up with so much leverage over each other. With that said, Wang Ruofu is also Minglan's legal mother but she doesn't seem worried, since she's best buddies with the royal family and also married to a supportive hubby who would have no fucks to give about her tarnished reputation.

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LMFAO

And if it weren't for Minglan, she would have gotten her way, and long before things got to this point, too.

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Yes, why are you here?

I think it's quite sad and also quite telling how I feel about Gu Tingye that he has been gone for a number of episodes now and I felt that the show was much better off without him. I really enjoyed Minglan on her own, kicking ass and taking names without him whining in the background.

On the contrary, in Monarch Industry, when Xiao Qi was sidelined for a couple of episodes because Awu had her own matters to take care of, I missed him every minute and felt the drama was barely watchable without him. And, indeed, the arc he came back with was SPECTACULAR, and one of my favourite things in that drama.

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I am so unhappy with this.

Here we had Minglan with a major arc of her own, she was so spectacular, taking down people like a boss while also heavily pregnant. It was such powerful imagery! It was everything we had been building up towards (or so we thought). But no, they couldn't let her wrap this up on her own, at the very end they had to make her weak and small again, which is so out of character after everything we've seen from her so far, just so that the big, strong, husband-man can swoop in and protect her. I am just beyond disappointed 😕

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LMAO, this liar.

He knows better than anyone that it's all just an act, which is why he married her 🤣🤣

Though, to be fair, Minglan is a genuinely good person 90% of the time, until you murder or try to murder someone close to her. At that point, she no longer cares whom she tortures and kills.

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Oof, go off, Changbai!

They made the biggest mistake thinking he would protect Wang Ruofu, and by extension the rest of the murder squad.

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OMG, THAT SLAP

Who would have thought granny had it in her?

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You have got to love how these people feel entitled to dragging other people into their crimes just because of faaaaaaaambly, and not just any crime, but MURDER to boot. And not just any murder, but that of another beloved family member. The hypocrisy and lack of self-awareness are astounding.

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Oh, so now that your selfish actions are affecting the people you actually love, now you are admitting your crime?

She poisoned an old woman who had been nothing but kind and accommodating to her throughout the years while Concubine Lin was stirring up shit left and right. And this is how she repaid her? Because she was butthurt she got called out on deliberately harmful actions towards Minglan? But who cares about Minglan, amirite? She is not her actual daughter, just an illegitimate child of a dead concubine. She's so goddamn stupid, but she was so willing to listen to her malicious sister simply because she was telling her what she wanted to hear. I can't feel sorry for someone so easily led and lacking all sense of personal accountability.

I'm sorry, but her self-effacing actions here mean absolutely nothing.

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Pity you did not realise that earlier, before you, oh, idk... POISONED YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW.

She spent so many years holding onto grudges against the Sheng family, she couldn't even separate the guilty from other fellow victims. She was so blinded by her resentment, she couldn't see what was glaringly obvious to everyone but her. Old Madam Sheng warned her multiple times, then outright forbade her from bringing that toxic woman into their house, but Wang Ruofu couldn't see anything past her feeling of being "oppressed". The idiocy is astounding.

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Oh my god 🙄

My mother used this and still uses it all the damn time. "You will seeeeeeee when I dieeeeeeeeeeee!" Over the most pathetic squabbles such as not getting her way when she is just beyond wrong. It's so irritating. I have no sympathy left for anyone using this. My response is always, THEN GO KILL YOURSELF IF YOU ARE SO TIRED OF LIVING. They obviously never do.