#and then no one offers to help me pay for it.

[girlfromflor]

kyle garrick feeds you every time he feels like he can.

it's not uncommon for him to feel self-councious about his desires – maybe thinking he's a bit weird for it, or whatever. but when he sees the opportunity to deep dive in them he's done for.

so seeing you busy writing something down like your life depends on it, he can't help but say "hey, baby? food's ready," knowing damn well you'll say you're going to eat later.

"sorry, but i'm busy right now. just let me finish this real quick..." you mumble, not even paying him a glance. he smiles at the notion because, considering your headspace, you'll either brush him off or agree blindly to whatever he has to say.

"can i feed you, then? you don't have to move, i'll bring our food for us to eat here." he offers, and you answer with "okay, thanks, love" like you usually do after he says he'd be waiting for you, automatically, not even registering the fact that he didn’t say that.

once you realize it, it’s is too late. he's sitting by your side, a plate twice as big as you usually have in his hands – because he'll eat out of the same plate he'll feed you – as he pushes a fork filled with your favorite salty food to your lips.

you don't brush him off immediately like he expected you to, you simply glance over a him before taking a bite. he hums in appreciation as you chew – like he's the one eating – and takes a bite himself. and that goes until the food is all gone, you keep your task until you feel sleepy from eating so much and he kisses your lips before getting up to leave the dishes in the sink – you'll do them later.

he watches silently as you gather your things and put them away before going over at him, kissing him once again. "thank you for feeding me..." you say honestly, mumbling into his neck as you hug him by the waist.

"i love to do it, baby," he answers, kissing your temple. then, he adds: "what do tou think we lay down for a bit now, eh?"

and you gladly comply, the both of you cuddling under the covers until you're both asleep and dreaming of each other.

[witchywithwhiskey]

ok so i'm still thinking about the concept of ✨sugar daddy dr. jack abbot✨ but i had some thots (maybe i'll write something longer idk we'll see) 18+ content ahead!

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who pays you extremely well to always be available for when he calls—and he always calls at weird times of the night. you don't mind so much, though, because you're a night owl, and he pays you well enough.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who calls you to come to the hospital sometimes, then sneaks you into a supply closet or an empty room and bangs you against the wall. your hands pressed up against some shelves or the wall, his arm wrapped around the front of your throat, holding you in place while he takes out all his frustration from the night on your tight hole. and all you can do is make soft little 'uh uh uh' noises while he hisses furious, filthy words in your ear.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who calls you when he needs help winding down from a tough night shift. he sits on his couch, the police scanner crackling softly in the corner, while you kneel between his spread thighs, taking your sweet time worshipping his cock. nuzzling his bulge through his pants, pressing soft kisses along the growing shaft before taking him out. then you lavish him with your tongue, tracing the veins and swirling around the tip, trailing back down to suck on his balls. by the time you finally take him in your mouth and work his length as deep as you can take him, jack's shoulders are relaxed and his head is reclined against the back of the couch. he lays a heavy, comforting hand to the crown of your head and guides you to the speed he likes most.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who likes seeing you in pretty pinks, soft purples and pastel blues. so much of his life has been spent in a monotony of earthen camouflage and drab, solid-colored scrubs that he likes seeing you in floral dresses and other pretty clothes, your makeup done to highlight your beautiful face and bright eyes. if he had his way, you'd be clad in nothing but lace and flowers and ribbons—all the prettiest things on the prettiest girl, and all for him.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who doesn't like to go shopping, but he'll take you if you ask (so you don't ask him too often). but he wants to see every single thing you try on. he'll sit in the dressing room, thick arms crossed over his broad chest, his eyes devouring your body while you parade around in pretty dresses with flirty skirts, giving a twirl and teasing him with a sneak peek of your panties. he'll be patient, taking you to all the stores you want, but when he gets you home, he's bending you over the nearest available surface before you can do more than drop all the bags full of all the clothes he bought you, sliding inside you and making you cry out, "thank you, dr. abbot!" until he's satisfied.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who loves eating you out so much, he'll do it for hours. at first, your body would writhe and squirm beneath his strong, calloused hands, fighting the pleasure he offered with his lips and his tongue. he'd pin you to the bed, devouring your cunt like a starved man, wringing one orgasm after another out of you, until you're a limp, sated mess. but he wouldn't stop. when you'd reach for him, weakly trying to push him away, he'd lace his fingers with yours, holding your hands hostage while he kept right on eating you, a glint in his brown eyes and a raspy, "c'mon, baby, you can give me another, can't you?" murmured from between your thighs. you'd huff and whine, your fingers twisting in his curly silver hair when he freed your hand to plunge two fingers into your dripping pussy. he'd pull at least another orgasm from you, making you come until your legs are shaking and you're sobbing your pleasure for him.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who isn't the type to buy you flashy gifts, or take you on exotic vacations, but he takes care of you in other ways. he buys you a new phone or laptop when you complain about yours acting up. he keeps his home stocked with all your favorite snacks and drinks, and he'll cook for you when you don't want to—though he likes having you sit on the counter while he does, because he wants you close. he's slowly filled his home with more blankets and throw pillows, because he's noticed that you like to snuggle and be comfortable, and he wants you to be comfortable when you're with him.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who has a bit of a breeding kink, and gets off on the idea of knocking you up—even if he'd never, ever do that without your permission or while your relationship is what it is. but he loves fucking you raw, pressing his cock deep inside you, until the tip is right against your cervix and spilling his seed into your womb, a part of him desperately wishing it would take. he'd murmur in your ear about making you a mommy, how he'd take care of you while your belly grew with his child and how he'd be the best damn daddy a kid could ever have. it would be enough for you to start thinking there could be more between you and your sugar daddy...

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who takes you as his date to the hospital's annual fundraiser. all the doctors and nurses get dolled up, bring their partners, and have to make nice with donors at the behest of Gloria. Jack doesn't mind it too much, he's happy enough to talk about his background as an army medic, and the ways the donors' money could help the hospital, particularly the ER. but he finds it so much more enjoyable with you on his arm, looking prettier than he's ever seen you, charming his colleagues and the donors with kind smiles and friendly chatter. all night, Jack gets ribbed by the others, asking him when he's going to put a ring on your finger and wife you up. and when the comments make you laugh, shooting him teasing, secret smiles, instead of making you uncomfortable, he starts to think maybe he should do something about making your relationship more permanent...

[hellfire--cult]

No but I need all the fuckboy eddie thots 😩

oh sarah, i have all the thots

+18 - like for example, when you and fuckboy!eddie met for the first time. (prev eddie thot) - smut incoming btw, p in v, oral, all that

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It was a party you weren't sure who was hosting. A normal summer night away from they typical bars and same group of people you hung out with every weekend. You met a new person while grocery shopping, someone you think you've heard of before, but you moved to Hawkins just a year ago, so you couldn't be sure.

Steve Harrington seemed nice, handsome, big hazel eyes that showed desperate need of attention, of someone to hold him and reassure him that he is an amazing guy and all that. You tried to grab the same kind of beans, fingers brushing with yours like it would happen in a romantic comedy, only that you really wanted to fuck him the moment you connected eyes with his.

He asked for your name and if you had been in Hawkins for long because he had never seen 'Such a pretty face' before in this town. Cliche lines, but that made it way easier. So before paying, he asked for your number and then invited you to a party he was going to with some friends that weekend and you could bring anyone you wanted.

So there you were, but no Steve Harrington to be seen.

Nursing a drink by yourself in the corner of the living room, all the guys playing beer pong while some girls danced on the side. It looked like a high school party, and you were already in your 20's. Your patience was thinning because you were expecting to get laid tonight, and now your friend was nowhere near you.

Until you took your pack of cigarettes out of your pocket and started walking to the backyard that you spotted Steve making out with your friend in the kitchen. You groaned loudly, because you couldn't blame your friend. You explained Steve's looks to her, but there were many brown haired guys around, and you didn't spot Steve until this very moment, so you couldn't have introduced them.

You defeatedly walked to the backyard, already pissed that you were the one going home with a dry pussy. You put a cigarette up your lips only to not find your lighter anywhere, cursing through the stick, only to then have a flame lit up in front of you. Your eyes found sharp brown ones.

"Need a light?" His voice was hoarse, cheeky, a dimpled smile that could knock someone over. He had long hair, not exactly the type you always went for, but it looked good on him. He was definitely a metal head, just by looking at the get up and the accessories. All black, metal belt and chains hanging from his hips, leather jacket, a V-Cut shirt underneath and a red pick necklace adorning his collarbone.

And the glimpse of a tattoo coming out of the side of the collar, right on his left pec.

You slowly batted your eyelashes to him, leaning to light the cigarette with his help. You took a deep breath in as he lit his own cancer stick, taking a swig of it. You both exhaled the smoke at the same time before you talked.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it, sweetheart." Oh, petnames. You were definitely into that. "So, what's with the angry look?"

Should you lie? What kind of story would you perform for the guy you just met in front of you?

"Well, my friend is definitely making out with the guy who invited me to this party, so." You pretended to be hurt, not angry. Pretended that your ego was crushed and you were basically a damsel in distress with a pouty lip. His grin widened, his eyebrows falling on the edges in a 'sad' frown.

"Aw, poor baby. That's not cool of your friend, or that guy."

"It's fine, it's whatever. I met him once but--" You gave a shrug as he bit his lip and you noticed the people around you looking every once in a while. They knew this guy. Interesting.

"Well, I would be delighted, if you'd like, to spend the night with you while you wait for your friend to be done." He offered, and oh, you would be the delighted one by the end of it. You gave him a sweet smile, a bat of your eyelashes and you nodded. "I'm Eddie, by the way."

You gave him your name and you learnt that he had lived in Hawkins for a long while. Then you commented on his clothes and you were right when you said he was a metalhead. He excused himself for a second to get you two a drink and waltzed back inside. You finished your cigarette and a girl approached you with a guy on her arm.

"Damn, don't get attached to a guy like that girl." And as she left, you could already guess what that meant. People had said the same shit about you. It wasn't your fault that people got clingy after fucking more than twice. It wasn't your fault so many guys had mommy issues. And that girl was obviously an Ex-Hook Up of his. No woman would give out a comment like that for nothing.

This was going to be way more entertaining than Steve Harrington.

When he came back, you continued your sweet act. That carefree girl that giggled at everything, and you wondered if this man would be the same as the others. Would he get clingy? No. He didn't look the type, and if his reputation was the same as yours, then you knew he was just there for fun.

So it didn't take long for him to get you in the back of his van in the middle of the woods, far from the residencies. His van smelled of weed, leather, and some cheap ass air freshener. But you didn't really care for it. Not when this man was finger fucking you into another galaxy.

"Sweet girl..." He moaned into your neck, his upper body naked for you to see. It had three tattoos, one of the left pec just like you've spotted, one on his ribcage on the right side, then another in the left. His arms were littered in them and you wondered if his legs were the same.

You were entirely naked, letting him scan your body, letting him pretend he was dominant of the situation as you got vulnerable for him. He was all dressed still as you spread your legs for him and he moaned at the sight of you. In the palm of your fucking hand.

You weren't prepared for his fingers to be this good, until he went down and started eating you out, talking into your pussy when you asked how was he doing that.

"I play the guitar... And I sing too." And he proved that by swirling his tongue on your clit. You could count with the fingers of a single hand the times a man went down willingly on you. And you had a big body count.

He made you see stars two times, and then it was your turn. You were desperate that night to see his cock, and he didn't disappoint. He was blessed, to say the least. His legs had some tattoos, and you made sure to kiss them and trace your tongue all over them as his hand ran through your hair.

When you put his cock in your mouth and moaned, his head went back with a groan and an amused chuckle as you started bobbing your head, making the sounds louder on purpose, spitting at the tip of his dick and dipping the tip of your tongue into the head of it.

"Damn, you aren't that innocent, huh?" Understatement of the year, pretty boy.

And then when he was finally inside, he fucked methodically but desperate at the same time. He knew when to roll his hips into you slowly and when to start slamming into you like a madman.

"Eddie-- Eddie--" He was forcing you to look at him as the van moved from side to side, shaking at his movements, his cock going in and out of your leaking cunt. His hand was gripping your chin tightly, his eyes boring into yours as he breathed heavily through his nose, in harsh huffs.

"Say my name again, say it again." And you did. You did until you both came. You were amazed about how easily he made you cum three times in a single night and fuck do you want to experience it again, but you had to test the waters.

So when he was driving back to the party so you could find your friend and leave, you bit your lip, looking at him.

"Well, this was nice Eddie. Thank you for spending the night with me." You moved to open the passenger's door until his hand came to rub onto your cheek to make you look at him.

"Give me your number and we can repeat it again, whenever you like. I loved having a sweet thing like you tonight for myself." You gave him a shy smile, and he was smirking at you, licking the inside of the bottom of his lip. "Come on..."

"Alright." He gave you a kiss on your pulse point once you handed him the little piece of paper with your number on it.

Sucker.

[xyw]

EMERGENCY PLEASE DON'T SCROLL: Help a disabled trans lesbian PoC with no income pay off a debt AND not become homeless

Remaking once again because so much has been happening to me I'm sorry.. but on top of having a hospital debt for my brain injury in USA, my dad is now out of a job and he was the one to sustain us both as I can't get a job!! T_T

I still have a deadline of June 3rd to pay the hospital or else dad kicks me out, knowing that I have no help other than him and no where to go...

I don't know what we are gonna do about the apartment but I am so scared and stressed i don't know what to do anymore. Please please find it in your heart to help me!!!

If you would like a commission for helping me, a mutual of mine has offered their generosity for me and will draw anything if you donate to me! (link)

Thank you to whoever reads this far... If you can't help, please reblog and don't tag as anything!! I am so sorry once again for this but I honestly don't know what to do;;;

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[rinsnumber1fan]

Playing a prank on the blue lock men by leaning down when they're manspreading as if you're about to give them head but you're really just picking something off the ground.

Featuring: isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, kaiser michael, sae itoshi.

Itoshi Rin:

After seeing this trend, you puckered up your lips and squinted your eyes, glancing at your boyfriend who sat on the bed of his apartment watching a soccer game on television. You had acquired your target and locked up.

Rin was very focused on the TV screen, his eyes didn't move from there and he tapped the remote every once in a while to pause and write something down in his notebook, whilst munching on some snacks on the table infront of him. He's so focused it's almost cute. Then there was you, you had noticed one of his pens down right next to his foot.

Your plan went into action, you stretched very nonchalantly and got off your place on the couch. He didn't pay you any attention, continued writing, you took it as a sign to keep going.

You went down on your knees, he turned his eyes down and he froze for a moment when he saw you right in between his legs, your hair tickled the cloth on his thigh. His breath hitched but he prepared himself, leaning back slightly. "Y/n.." he breathed out. He even closed his eyes.. but he didn't feel your hands anywhere or.. your mouth so he flickers his eyes and peeks but when he doesn't see you down there anymore he blinks in confusion and slight irritation.

"Sorry about that, you dropped your pen." And you placed it down to his desk. He blinked slowly, "right.." murmured but he'd never admit he thought you were going to do something else.

Isagi Yoichi

He's sitting on his bed while he's doing something random. He said he wanted to cure his boredom and get interested in anything small that doesn't involve soccer. It was an experiment of his to see if he's really obsessed with soccer that he won't play or involve soccer in everything.

You were sat beside him, helping him out with the art he was doing, applying paint on his brushes as he tried to paint on a canvas for the first time and yes it looked like shit. You were.. increasingly bored. You didn't want to watch paint dry, literally. Do you came up with a plan. A master plan.

You accidently drop the paintbrush right next to isagis manspread. You lean down, and isagi flinches but he looks down at you "whats wron-" the words die in his throat when you pull your hair back and glance up at him.

"O-oh okay.. um.." He immidently turns red, leans back and places a hand on top of your head but he almost whimpers when you lean your head south. And you grab the paintbrush. He freezes. In embarrassment.

"Uh- you- what--" He stammered unable to form coherent words. And you just smiled innocently "I dropped this." You hung up the paintbrush.

Sae Itoshi

Sae was really tired, he had countless meetings with different managers to arrange different matches with him. So when he returned home to his cute girlfriend he just sat down on the couch like a dead body. An exasperated sigh leaves his mouth but he doesn't calk you, he's too tired to.

You return to the living room, offer him some water as you glance at his dead body. You knew he was tired and exhausted but.. you really wanted to have some quality time!!! So you tried everything.

From "how was work?" And he replies with a deadpanned expression "don't ask." And you smiled because you had no fucking idea if you were supposed to ask him again after that. "Want some water?" You asked him with a slightly concerned expression and he blinked "no.. thanks." WHAT NOW?!

SO you pulled the ultimate move.

The ultimate attention giver.

You had a piece of food under the bed from the takeout you ordered when sae was out. So you decided to do it. You got on your knees right infront of him and he gave the subtlest of a reaction but he spread his legs a little bit more.

His eyes were half lidded as he undid the first button of his shirt. "You couldve given me a warning or something, love." He murmured in a deep voice but you just looked up after collecting that piece, "Huh? What?" You acted all confused and sae seemed just as confused.

"Drop the act." He would urge you as you got on your feet again. But he pulled you closer by the collar, "really? A prank like that after I'm so exhausted?" He sighs. "Get on your knees" He shakes his head in slight annoyance but a little bit cocky. Your cheeks turned pink but you complied anyway.

We all know what happens after that.

Michael Kaiser.

He had his glasses on as he read some book with full attention.

When the attention should really be on you!!

He didn't even compliment you after you dressed up so prettily to come and visit his apartment. So naturally you had to resort to other means.

While he's distracted by the essence of his book, his hand circles around your head like he's patting your head, just enough to let you know my book is important so I'm gonna only pat your head.

You decided its time to use the onlt way you could to get his attention. You bent down, kneeling before him, pulling your hair back and he raises a brow, "mm? Such a good girl I didn't even have to ask--" and not even in a moment you got up and sat back down with a normal expression except with an eraser in your hand. "Huh?" You tilted your head "what are you on?" You asked again.

Kaiser blinked once twice "I thought you..." He licked his lower lip. "Nevermind.." He didn't wanna bruise his ego by mentioning he expected you to suck. But after this prank he got a lot more touchy with you. In the end, he got that blow job anyways.

Plan? Worked.

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[justchillgurl]

Title: Debt and Dagger Smiles.

Summary: At Kanghak High, she’s the girl everyone turns to—for help, for answers, for secrets. Controlled, calculating, she runs the school from behind her polite smile. Unseen by her, Geum Seong-je starts paying attention—and he doesn’t like what he sees. He likes it too much.

Author's Note: Welcome to Debt and Dagger Smiles. This story is a slow burn—full of power plays, tension, and the clash between control and chaos. If you're into smart characters, unspoken games, and dangerous chemistry, you're in the right place. Updates will come as inspiration strikes—feel free to leave your thoughts.

Content Warnings: None (for now).

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Chapter 1: The Balance Sheet.

At Kanghak High, no one held the web of whispers tighter than her.

She walked the halls with a quiet, calculating ease—her uniform always crisp, her eyes always focused, her phone never more than a breath away. Most students thought of her as approachable, reliable, the kind of girl you’d ask for help with a project or directions to the nearest printer. And sometimes, she said yes. But only after calculating the weight of the favor.

Because nothing came free.

She didn’t offer kindness out of softness. Her generosity was strategic. She said yes when it mattered—when the person asking held potential. A future teacher’s pet. A student council officer. Someone whose name would matter on a list. Those who received her help might think they got lucky.

They didn’t.

They were already in her pocket.

She didn’t waste time with the Union. Despite their presence in the school and the vague air of intimidation they carried, she saw them as distractions. She wasn’t trying to control through fists—she was building something smarter. Cleaner.

In her notebook, color-coded and organized to military precision, she kept track of every test date, every exam format, and every student in the top ten. Her grades were near perfect, and she made sure to keep it that way. While others stayed out late or fought behind buildings, she was home by eight sharp. Her family didn’t tolerate disobedience, and she didn’t test their limits.

Not publicly.

What no one knew was that she ran the school blog.

Anonymous. Undefinable. Ruthless.

She didn’t write everything, of course. She barely wrote at all. But she knew what was happening—who was cheating, who was skipping, who was crying behind the lockers. Gossip reached her before it hit group chats. Secrets traveled faster when people trusted you, and she made sure everyone trusted her just enough to slip up.

Geum Seong-je watched her from the corner of the school convenience store.

She didn’t notice him. Not because she wasn’t observant, but because he wasn’t in her circle. Not worth tracking. Not yet.

He’d seen her around, of course. Everyone had. But this was the first time he paid attention.

She stood in front of the drink fridge, scanning the labels like she had a spreadsheet in her head comparing caffeine levels. Her movements were efficient, deliberate. No wasted steps. She picked a small can of black coffee and a rice ball, paid in coins, and dropped the receipt in her bag.

Not once did she smile.

When another student tried to stop her near the exit—some third-year begging for help printing a missing assignment—she tilted her head slightly, brows pinched as if already calculating.

“What do you do again?” she asked.

“I’m vice secretary of—”

“Of the eco club,” she finished. “Right. You owe me. Done. Send me the file. I’ll print it. But you’re collecting survey data for me next month. No complaints.”

The girl nodded quickly.

She walked off without confirming. The favor was made. The debt recorded.

Seong-je didn’t move. He leaned back into the shelf, hood pulled low, watching her disappear past the glass doors.

Interesting.

He’d heard rumors before—of how she always had the answers to tests before they dropped, how her notes circled among the elite students, how she knew when a relationship ended before either person confirmed it. He’d assumed most of it was exaggerated.

Now he wasn’t so sure.

She didn’t just survive in this school.

She ran it—quietly, efficiently, and with terrifying precision.

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End of Chapter 1.

Chapter 1 has been updated to third-person POV.

Thank you for reading🫂.

[postredevainilla]

omg..more dilf!satoru gojo x collegestudent!freader please??

thank GOD someones on board with me on this 🙏

was thinking about dilf!satoru making you move in with him and yuuji, definitely just bc his son needs extra attention and totallyyy not because its all part of his plan to make you into a barely-20-something-year-old housewife.

cw: dubcon undertones, age/power imbalance, coercion, emotional manipulation, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, heavy degradation, possessiveness, choking, parental substitution, implied loss of autonomy, reader is 20 and is called "kid", satoru is a gross dirtbag in his mid-thirties PLS read at your own discretion

after noticing how often you’re already at his house and how close you’ve grown to yuuji, satoru decides to make his move. he approaches you with a calculated offer: move in full-time as yuuji’s live-in caregiver. he frames it as practical—more hours, free room and board, and extra pay to help you finish school (yeah right). you hesitate at first, but the offer makes too much sense to ignore. the stability, the convenience, and the growing emotional connection to the household all wear you down. eventually, you agrees. satoru is smugly satisfied—this was his plan from the start. he’s one step closer to keeping you exactly where he wants you, and you continue to fail to see it.

the arrangement is fine until one morning, over breakfast, yuuji looks up at you with sleepy eyes and calls you mommy. you laugh it off, but satoru doesn’t. his smile sharpens as he sips his coffee, watching you like he’s already claimed you.

later, while yuuji’s occupied with cartoons, you’re in the kitchen rinsing dishes, trying not to overthink it. but then satoru is there again, close—too close. he leans against the counter, his voice low and deliberate.

"he's right, you know," he says, sipping his coffee nonchalantly. "you are his mother now. in every way that counts."

his eyes rake over you, a possessive gleam in their icy blue depths. you feel a shiver run down your spine, a mix of fear and dark anticipation.

his hands grip your hips, pulling you back against his hard body. you can feel his erection pressing into your ass, already thick and ready.

"i own you now," he murmurs through a sadistic grin, his lips brushing your ear. "this body, this cunt, this womb...all mine to use as i please."

his hands move to your stomach, rubbing circles over the flat expanse. "gonna breed you over and over, kid," he groans, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your pants. "fill this belly with my child until you're big and round with it."

you whimper at his words, a twisted mix of fear and desire. the thought of carrying his baby, of being bred like some animal, it should repulse you. but instead, it only makes your pussy clench with need.

satoru seems to sense your submission, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in harsh circles. you gasp, your hips bucking against his hand.

"beg for it," he demands, his voice rough with lust. "beg me to breed you, to pump you full of cum until it's dripping down your thighs."

his other hand moves to your breast, groping the soft flesh through your shirt. he pinches your nipple hard, sending jolts of painful pleasure straight to your core.

"please, satoru," you moan, too far gone to care about the degradation. "please breed me, fill me with your baby. i.. i need it."

he chuckles darkly, pleased with your submission. "good girl," he praises, ripping your pants down in one brutal tug. "gonna give you what you need."

with one hard thrust, he's inside you, stretching you open around his thick shaft. you cry out at the sudden intrusion, your nails digging into the countertop.

"fuck, you're still so tight," he groans, pulling out and slamming back in. "gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else."

he sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with animalistic fervor. the kitchen fills with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, your moans and cries echoing off the walls.

"take it, kid," satoru snarls, one hand fisting in your hair. "take my cock like a good little breeding bitch."

his other hand moves to your stomach, rubbing circles over where his child will one day grow. the thought makes you clench around him, and he groans in approval.

"that's it, milk my cock," he pants, his hips snapping faster. "gonna fill this belly with my seed."

you can feel him growing thicker inside you, his balls tightening as he nears his peak. the knowledge that he's going to cum, going to breed you right here in the kitchen, sends you over the edge.

"oh god, satoru!" you moan out, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. your pussy spasms around him, trying to milk him for every drop.

with a final brutal thrust, he buries himself deep and comes with a loud groan. his hot seed floods your womb, filling you up just like he promised.

he stays inside you as he catches his breath, his softening cock pulsing with the last of his release. when he finally pulls out, his cum immediately starts to leak out of your abused hole.

"look at that," he chuckles darkly, swiping some of his seed and pushing it back inside you. "can't let a drop go to waste."

he spins you around, cupping your face in his hands. his eyes bore into yours, filled with dark possession. he smiles.

"you're mine now, kid," he repeats, sealing his words with a rough kiss. "my little breeding toy. and i'm going to use you every day until my baby is growing in your belly."

[pagesfromthevoid]

Future Fest | b. f. | 2

Bob Floyd x teacher!reader

She briefly considers that if he asked her, she’d go anywhere he wanted. 

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

Author's Note: My hand slipped

Part 1 | Talk to Me! | AO3

Bob is sitting to the side with Phoenix, anxiously shaking his leg. He’s been checking his phone every five minutes it feels like, waiting for a text from her. They’ve been at the Hard Deck for an hour or so. He’s pretty sure the school let out at four, but he wasn’t positive. Maybe she’d forgotten; he’s kicking himself for not getting her number instead. 

“I can’t believe we go to a school thing and Baby on Board here manages to snag a teacher,” Hangman complains, hitting the cue ball across the table. He stands up straight, motioning to him. “C’mon. Look at him. No offense, I mean.”

“You really gotta stop saying ‘no offense’ when you say shitty things, Bagman,” Phoenix comments, rolling her eyes.

“She’s got a point,” Bob finally offers, looking up from his phone. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, keeping them in place. But he knows he has a shit eating grin on his face. “You’re the one that went out to lunch –I just happened to have stayed back. Right time, right place.”

“Don’t get cocky on us, Bobby,” Hangman warns, pointing the pool stick at him. “She hasn’t even texted you yet, has she?”

Bob deflates some, nodding sheepishly. Then, as if the universe wanted him to have a win, his phone buzzes.

Hey! It’s your new favorite teacher :) 

He grins at the text, unable to help himself. Hangman groans in the background, but Bob isn’t paying any attention to him now as he focuses on what to say. Then he decides to be honest –it only made sense.

Glad you texted me. I was starting to kick myself for not getting your number lol.

There’s a beat, and he stares at the screen and the little bubble that pops up as she’s typing. 

I’m pretty sure if I didn’t text you, my kids would have found out and murdered me. They’re so nosey lol

“You gonna play, Bob, or you gonna sit there and make eyes at your phone?” Fanboy teases, coming around to throw his arm around his shoulders. “Let’s see what your new friend is saying –,”

But Bob moves out of reach, holding his phone away from his friend as he stands up. “Knock it off –I’ll shoot later. I’ll be back in a sec.”

They all holler after him as he moves his way through the crowd and out the back doors. He considers, for a moment, if he should just call her. Would that be weird? He doesn’t really like texting; there could only be so much behind the words and it’s easy to misunderstand. And truthfully, he wants to hear her voice again.

He caves, and she picks up the first ring.

“I think you must have been able to read my mind,” she says from the other end of the call, and he can just see the pretty smile on her face. “I was just thinking I wanted to hear your voice.”

He blushes, running a hand over his jaw as he grins to himself. Then he sits on one of the chairs outside the bar, kicking his feet out. “I’m glad I’m not the only one, then,” he admits with a small chuckle. “How was the rest of your day?”

“Chaotic,” she admits with a laugh of her own. And Bob swears he’s never heard anything so sweet. “Once you left, the kids lost their damn minds on me. They’re so nosey –I couldn’t get them to focus at all.”

“I got the impression they’re a bit nosey,” he agrees, leaning back in the chair. “Are they always following you around, or was today a special sort of day?”

She sighs in a wistful sort of way, and he imagines her sitting in her living room. Maybe she’s relaxed after a long day, maybe she’s winding down. “Today was a special sort of day, but I do usually have a group that eats lunch with me every day. They were especially mad that I kicked them out.”

“I’ll have to make it up to them,” he offers without a second thought, sitting up again as Rooster comes outside. The pilot gives him a questioning thumbs up and Bob returns it with a smile. “I can bring lunch for them sometime, if you’d like.”

“Lieutenant Floyd, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to earn brownie points by being so nice to my students.”

He chuckles again, shaking his head. “Is it working?”

“It is,” she admits, and he covers his mouth because he knows he’s smiling like a damn fool. Even if she’s not here to see it, he can’t help it. “Let’s have that date before we start bribing my students to like you though.”

“I can make that happen,” he concedes, leaning forward now to rest his arms on the tops of his knees. “How’s Friday sound? I can pick you at six –there’s a nice little place on the water. The sunset’s always real pretty there.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” she agrees. “I’ll text you my address. What should I wear?”

“Anything you want.”

She hums at this, and he wonders what she’s thinking. But the thought is banished when she speaks again. “Well, I’ll see you on Friday, Lieutenant Floyd. I have to finish grading these essays before then, or our date will consist of you helping me grade.”

“I can do that too,” he offers without missing a beat. 

“I…really believe you would do that,” she admits with a soft laugh. “Text me, though. Seriously. I can’t chat on the phone, but I…I would like to keep talking to you.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says confidently. “I’ll see you on Friday.”

He hangs up the phone and stares at the screen with what’s probably the dopiest grin possible. Bob stays there for a little while longer, texting back and forth with her until Fanboy comes out and forces him back inside.

I want to say duty calls, but all that really means is that they need me to drive them home –have a goodnight. I’ll see you soon

There’s not a beat missed when she replies back,

I can’t wait, Lt. Floyd. Goodnight.

There’s a little blue heart at the end of the text, and Bob swears that it makes his heart lurch in his chest. He’s already a smitten fool for a girl he just met; the team is going to give him so much shit.

*****

She’s not pacing exactly, but she’s definitely not standing still as she waits for Bob. 

She doesn’t know why she’s so nervous; they’ve been texting back and forth all week and she called him at least twice after the initial chat. But she is, and so she’s finding things to do so she doesn’t sit and stew in her nerves. Touching up her lipstick, switching out the jewelry she’s wearing, changing her shoes…until there’s a soft knock on the front door and she takes a quick breath in.

“I got this,” she reassures herself, slipping her sandals back on, then opening the door. 

Bob is standing there with a bouquet of flowers. He’s not in his uniform today; just a light blue flannel shirt that’s rolled up to his elbows and a pair of jeans. But she can’t help but think he’s just as handsome as the first time she saw him. 

She’s distracted, and he clears his throat, but there’s a sheepish smile on his face as he speaks. “I wasn’t sure what flowers you liked, so I got probably one of everything.”

“These are beautiful,” she finally manages to say, taking them in her hands. “You can come in –I’ll put these in a vase then we can go.”

He follows her to the kitchen, where she fumbles around for a moment until she finds a vase big enough. She can feel his eyes on her for a moment but when she turns around, he’s looking at the photos on the wall just outside the kitchen. She comes up behind him, pointing at one of her as a little girl, with bright pink hair, and a younger boy with a green mohawk.

“That’s my little brother and I when we went back to Seattle for the first time since moving here,” she explains with a fond smile. “We weren’t supposed to be going anywhere, so my mom let us dye our hair and cut it up for the summer. My grandma got sick though and we had to go up there to help…My mom got the nastiest looks in the airport.” 

“You miss it up there?” He asks, looking down at her.

“Sometimes, but it’s too cold for me now.”

He nods in agreement as she motions for him to follow again, grabbing her purse. “I was stationed briefly up in Bremerton, at Naval Base Kitsap. It rains…a lot.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” she laughs, shutting the door behind them. “Cold and wet. If it wasn’t so pretty, I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to live here.”

He opens the passenger door of his truck without hesitation, holding out his hand to help her in. She blushes at the motion, smiling to herself as she settles into the seat. 

The drive isn’t long, and when they arrive, they’re seated out on the deck, right on the beach. The sun is just setting, and she thinks it’s the most magical thing she’s seen in years. Then, he pulls out her chair for her there as well. She wants to thank his mother for raising a proper gentleman, because she can’t remember the last time anyone pulled out her chair for her or helped her get into the car. 

“Where are you from, Lieutenant?” She asks after the waiter takes their drink order.

“Montana,” he offers with a grin. “And you can just call me Bob.”

“Bob from Montana,” she repeats, nodding as if she suddenly understood a lot about him. “That does explain the accent –that midwestern chivalry too. Were you a cowboy before you were an officer, Bobby?”

He leans back in his seat a bit, watching her with that same grin he gave her at lunch the other day. “I did work on my family farm –can’t say I was a cowboy, though.”

“Shame, I bet you’d look cute in a cowboy hat.”

He blushes at that, and she laughs as she lifts her wine glass to her lips. “What made you wanna join the Navy? Isn’t Montana landlocked?”

He nods in confirmation, looking over at the water for a moment. “My dad, and his dad, and his dad before him –they were all military. It wasn’t even a second thought to join. But I wanted to work with planes, so the Navy had my best chance at that.”

“How often do you deploy?” She asks, and it’s a question she doesn’t really want an answer to, but she knows she needs to get it out of the way now before she’s hooked. Though, it might be too late.

“I just recently got back from deployment,” he explains, leaning his elbows on the table to look at her. His tone has shifted some, a bit more serious than before. “I’ll be here for a while, I think –they’re having our squad train a few teams of pilots on a new weapons system.”

“So that bodes well for a second date,” she offers, trying to ease any tension or concern he might have.

His smile says it all as he nods. “I think it does, yeah.”

The rest of the evening goes just as smoothly, conversation flowing easily between the two of them. They talk and eat, sharing a variety of things about themselves. She tells him about her favorite books, both personally and the ones she likes to teach. He tells her about his favorite movies and what he did before he moved to California. They don’t have a lot of things in common, but she tells him she’s interested in the things he talks about and is open to trying new things –but he has to be the one introducing them to her. He shares the sentiment, a grin on his face.

By the time the check comes, neither of them want the night to end.

“C’mon,” he suggests, taking her hand in his.

She follows without question, distracted by how large his hand is compared to hers. How calloused it is, which she knows is because of his work. There’s a brief moment where she considers how they would feel on other parts of her body, and the thought makes her flush as he pulls her down the boardwalk to the beach.

They slip off their shoes, leaving them up on the boardwalk in hopes they’re there when they get back. Feeling a little more bold, she pulls herself close to his side as they walk, other hand moving to hold onto his arm. Bob looks down at her, and even in the dark, she can see the blush creeping up his cheeks. 

“I’m having a great time tonight, Bob,” she sighs when they stop, sitting down in the sand. She rests her head on his shoulder, still holding his hand, and looks out over the water. “Thank you for this.”

He squeezes her hand gently, and she can feel him looking down at her. “Thank you for saying yes. I’m not…usually one to ask a pretty girl out the moment I meet her. But I’m glad I did.”

She looks up at him, and they lock eyes for a second. A fondness is in his eyes —more than just a passing date or two, but actual care —and she smiles. There’s a charge between them; a tension that they both know all too well. It’s just up to them now to decide who's going to give into it first. 

“I’d like to kiss you,” he admits, and she can’t help but let out a laugh. Because of course he’d ask; he’s too sweet not to. 

“I’d like it if you did too,” she promises. 

And that’s all it takes for Bob to lean in and close the gap between them. He’s soft, but a bit urgent, like he’s afraid if he stops, he’ll never get to kiss her again. But when she reaches up and touches his cheek, deepening the kiss, he slows down just enough to let her enjoy the feeling of his mouth on hers. 

He tastes sweet —and a little salty, though that could be the ocean sticking to their skin. His hands find her waist, and he’s pushing her back into the sand. Her tongue traces along his bottom lip, a silent question of more. And he accepts, half on top of her, as she tangles her tongue with his.

She thinks she’s definitely hooked now. There’s no way she’s not; his weight against her, his hands on her hips. He tastes like honeysuckle and vanilla, and she briefly considers that if he asked her, she’d go anywhere he asked. 

When they finally pull apart —half because they need to breath and half because neither of them want to push this any further in the sand —he rests his forehead against hers. That boyish grin is plastered on his face, and her lips are swollen from kissing. They’re staring at each other like they think they both hold the stars in their eyes. 

“Can we skip to the part where you ask me to be your girlfriend?” She asks, voice soft as they sit up slowly. 

“After one date?” He points out, but not because he doesn’t want to. But because he’s surprised she does. “I…yeah. Absolutely.” She stares at him expectantly, grinning at him until he catches on. Then he nods quickly, fixing his glasses like it’s a nervous habit. “Sorry, yeah —I’d…I’d kill for you to be my girl, if you’d want that?”

“I do like the sound of being called your girl,” she admits, leaning over to kiss his cheek gently. “I definitely want that, Bobby.”

He nods again, unable to help the smile that’s spreading across his face. Then he’s kissing her again, like his life depends on it. But she’s laughing into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“My girl,” he whispers against her lips when he pulls away. 

“Your girl.” 

[catboybiologist]

I have an online(tho we've met irl a few times) trans friend, who like many if not most young queer people has unsupportive and generally horrible parents. She's financially dependent on them for food and medicine for her chronic illness, so currently transitioning, or being out to them or publically, is entirely impossible.

I also happen to have been born into, if not wealth, than moderate excess of the kind most never get close to. The costs her parents cover aren't even that high (for me), and im sitting on savings i objectively do not need.

How do i convince her to let me help, if not as a gift, at least as a loan she'll repay once she's done with uni and gets a job.

There's no one correct answer here, and I don't claim to have a solution for you. I'm hoping others can contribute. I'll say what I can but this is NOT going to be universal.

However, I will say that, from someone who's been in a kind-of similar situation as your friend: your friend is likely extremely jumpy and paranoid about the concept of being dependent itself. At least with her parents, its the "evil she knows". If you offer to pay for things she's going to be defensive and scared of still being dependent on someone, but just changing that dependency from one person to another.

This is nothing about who you are as a person, or her perception of you. This is a baseline level survival instinct that she's likely developed. And to be fair... yeah, she's kind of right to have it. You sound like a sweet person, anon, so I'm not dissing you- but there are too many extremely real horror stories of people jumping from one abusive, dependent situation straight into another.

Someone having power over her in that way, even if its someone she likes and trusts, is still a terrifying situation for her.

The support I needed the most in a similar kind of situation was figuring out how to be independent, and working through a plan to do so. I never had a friend who was wealthy enough to contribute financially to me (although some offered anyways). But, I did have friends who sat me down, helped me apartment hunt, taught me financial skills I never learned, helped me covertly set up new bank accounts, give me advice on how to secretly put away money for a while, and get myself independent.

This may be bad advice. But, you might want to start there. Help her develop a plan and/or timeline for what being independent from her parents looks like up front. Then, if there's a "gap" or spot where things would be uncertain for her, like a period of time where she would have to search for an apartment, a job, financial aide, or whatever, offer to be her optional safety net. Don't offer things up front. Work through how she's going to get herself independent, and then become her plan B, not her plan A.

You sound really sweet, anon, and I'm hoping everything works out for both of you.

[aceecee]

Salvage - Prologue

Salvage

To save from destruction, damage or ruin.

In other words, please let him fix it.

WC: 716

Masterlist

The revving of his motorcycle engine is barely heard.

Heavy rain falls down onto him, making contact with the ground. He’s the only soul around for miles. Not a single thing can be seen through his visor, something detrimental for any normal fool in this position. But he was neither a fool nor normal. He knew these streets like the back of his hand, he’s confident he can get to Point B from Point A blindfolded if ever needed. 

It won’t ever be needed. But it never fails to have plans set up for all sorts of scenarios. 

The set of coordinates on his phone that is currently safely tucked into his pockets lead him to a twist of alleys. He’ll have to get off here and walk the rest. The shelter in the alleys gives him reprieve from the rain. The coordinates lead him to an abandoned shack. He enters the freight elevator, only one other floor is available. He presses the button.

When the door opens, he’s greeted by the sight of a deteriorated room. The only furniture is the desk in the middle of the room, the wood it’s made out of is chipped. It’s accompanied by a chair. There’s a single laptop on the desk. It’s the only thing out of place, with one glance he can tell it must have cost its owner a pretty penny. The laptop is left open, the screen being the only light source. Per his request there are no cameras around. A good sign. 

He walks over to the chair and sits down. The screen shows a normal chatroom. He’s already been logged in as ‘Mr Sylus’. His hands move to the keyboard. 

Mr Sylus Hello.

He waits. A chat bubble pops up.

Nocturne We finally meet, Mr Sylus. I trust you found your way with no issues?  I’d apologize for the rain but I don’t exactly control the weather. 

Mr Sylus We do have something called a ‘weather app’.

Nocturne We do. You could’ve easily rescheduled. 

Mr Sylus A little rain never bothered anyone.

Nocturne I suppose you’ve considered my offer then? What is your answer?

Mr Sylus I can’t help but be curious as to why you reached out to me. I was under the impression that you targeted those just like me. 

Nocturne It’s a common misconception. I target those who get greedy. Greedy in a way that gets normal people hurt. I don’t believe that's you, Mr Sylus. 

Mr Sylus I like to believe that too. But what can you offer that I don’t already have?

Nocturne A lot, Mr Sylus :) For now, information. Here, I have a gift for you.

Nocturne attaches a file after their response. He clicks on it. It’s a folder, filled with videos, texts and images. 

Nocturne Everything you need to take down Mr Astor. I do believe he’s been trying to interfere with your trade. There’s enough blackmail in that folder to hopefully avoid any bloodshed.

Mr Sylus Scared of a little red?

Nocturne Not at all. I just like to avoid unnecessary violence. 

Mr Sylus If I do agree to a partnership, how do I know you won’t turn on me?

Nocturne Do you think you’re the richest person here, Mr Sylus?

Mr Sylus I don’t think.  I know.

Nocturne Good. As long as that fact never changes, you’ll have my loyalty.  My help doesn’t come cheap :)

He finds himself laughing. Honesty is always refreshing in this business. He can’t help the smile on his face throughout the entire exchange. His body relaxes in the chair.

Mr Sylus Ah, you’re greedy. Just like the ones you hunt.

Nocturne I never said I wasn’t. You’re greedy too, Mr Sylus. The only difference we have is that it’s our strength. We hunt those who possess it as a weakness. Now, what is your answer?

Mr Sylus I agree. Come work for me. I’ll pay you whatever you desire.

Nocturne Wonderful.  I’ll be in touch in a couple of days. Take the computer, Mr Sylus. It’ll be our form of communication.

Mr Sylus I came all the way out here and even risked you seeing my face. You’re not going to show yours?

Nocturne Be a good boy. Then we’ll see.  Goodbye, Mr Sylus. 

Mr Sylus Goodbye, Nocturne.

Tag list: @definitely-asexual-volcano

[leviathan-supersystem]

Just convinced my petite bourgeoisie friend (prints their own zines) to become proletariat (get a job at Cartoon Network)

despite it's snarky sarcastic intent, this ask is genuinely adorable in it's child-like faith in the existence of the Indie Hipster DIY Punk Independent Bohemian Creative.

in practice, the number of people making their living selling DIY zines is functionally zero. if you've actually met any, you know zine makers are generally either:

funding their zine hobby with their day job (in which case they are already proletarian)

or

living off their wealthy parents (in which case yes they should get a job. not because it will "make them morally pure proletarians in the eyes of marxism" or any such nonsense, but because it will make them a functional adult, which is a good thing to be.)

but let's humor this fantasy of the Indie DIY Punk Creative. let's say someone is making a living selling their DIY zines (lol).

for them to respond to being told "you're not a part of the exploited proletariat" by saying "OKAY THEN I'LL GET A JOB WHERE I'M BEING EXPLOITED SO I CAN BE PART OF THE MORALLY PURE UNDERCLASS" is so... tumblr-brained in it's understanding of oppression not as something to be abolished, but as a badge of moral superiority. if you find out that you're lucky enough to not be oppressed, that indicates that fighting for the oppressed might occasionally involve making a personal sacrifice and going against your class interests, not that you should try to become oppressed lol.

at any rate, we can see how the whole ethos of Punk Indie DIY as an avenue for proletarian liberation has played out, and ultimately it's an individualist dead-end. the best-case scenario for, say, a DIY punk record label is signing other bands and becoming a regular record label. this ethos offers only the possibility of the *individual* to escape being an exploited proletarian by becoming bourgeoisie- but offers no collective lliberation for the proletariat as a class. we simply can't all quit our jobs and start a DIY punk record label. i wonder how the factory workers manufacturing vinyl records and cds for dischord records feel about the liberatory anti-capitalist potential of DIY.

it's funny how the ask presents the two options as either "indie zine creator" or "cartoon network employee"- if you love indie creative small businesses so much, why not work at one as an employee? what's that? you don't want to do grueling work for little pay for an emotionally unstable juvenile petty tyrant at their failing business? huh that's so weird, I thought artsy small businesses were widdle iddle little smol bean birthday boys who never exploited anyone. but in reality we all know that the 40-something with an undercut and doc martins will say "uhm, how is Anarcoffee Radical Cafe And Bookstore supposed to stay open if I pay my employees a living wage :/" to which all i have to say is quite simply that isn't my problem. it's not my job to help them justify exploiting working class people to keep their poorly run business open. "but did you know Anarcoffee Radical Cafe And Bookstore gives back to the community by hosting an open mic radical leftist slam poetry nigh-" don't care didn't ask. pay your employees.

anyhow i get pretty tired of pretentious bohemian trust fund kids who respond to learning about basic class analysis by going "tell me I'm good. tell me I'm good. tell me I'm good tellmei'mgood." I'm not going to tell you that. I'm not your fucking therapist.

[ryker-writes]

Greetings, my friend –

You've been trying to get me into twst for a while, and I might be encouraged to play if you write something featuring the characters you think I'd like (give me emos & traumatised men). The scenario can be whatever you want pookie

Love the writing, keep it up ♡

p.s. if I like this I'll write you hcs for the npcs you like in our dnd campaign 🥰

Trips over myself with how fast I go to answer

Emo's and traumatized men...well, just about every housewarden is full of trauma. But emos/edgy men are more do-able! So, you get Malleus, Lilia, Leona, and Idia. You also get Jaxon as a bonus because you know him, he's emo, and traumatized! Please get the game, I'm begging you

Remember when I told all of you to say hi to my friend that's stalking my blog? Yeah, this is them

A very academic and studious s/o

Malleus:

Now, Malleus is a very smart guy himself, but he's never had to put as much effort in school as you are

He's seen many students put themselves deep into their studies (especially those failing), but you do it even when you're doing well in classes, almost like it's fun?

He's very perplexed by you, but he does understand and respect your ambition for your studies

Study dates! Study dates!

Well, it's more like you studying while he admires you and watches you with that fond loving smile

He doesn't need to study, he's one of the top mages for a reason, but he'll happily listen to you telling him all about what you're reading about and offer any insights he may have

Though he'll tell you all about gargoyles if you want!

Regardless if you're human, fae, beastman, merfolk, Malleus treats you a little like a fragile creature that forgets your own needs, so he's going to be reminding you of breaks and to drink water because he hates to see you not taking care of yourself

You will never have tp pay for your books or any school supplies every again because he's buying you brand new everything without even blinking

He admires your dedication, but part of him also wants your attention on him instead of the books so you might find him closer than usual on days when he wants your attention

It starts with sitting closer, and then becomes him trying to bring you snacks and water earlier than normal, to him trying to convince you to take longer breaks, and if you still don't give him as much attention, he's not against teleporting your schoolwork away for the evening

He looks like a sad puppy when you reject him attention for your studies

Malleus most happy just spending time around you, so hold his hand while you study or ask him what he thinks of the topics while in the peaceful quiet of one of your dorm rooms, and he'll be happy

Lilia:

Similarly to Malleus, he doesn't need to study that much

I mean technically he doesn't even need to be at Night Raven College and he's only there to support Malleus anyway, so studying isn't really his thing

but he'll happily help! And maybe distract you from time to time during it because he wants your attention

if you're studying history, he's got you covered, I mean, he's literally in the history books sooooo

he could actually tell you more about the history than the books will to be honest

his memory on all the things is like easy way to write a paper if you ever need, and he'll happily tell you everything in long stories

he'll bring you snacks and stuff, but it's probably best you don't eat it. If you do, well, you won't be able to study or do any work because you'll be sick in bed

while you're studying, he might poke you or ask you questions to try and get your attention on him, but if you're persistent and keep studying, he might just crawl his way into your space

he'll hang down from the ceiling above you and try to surprise you, crawl on your back, or he'd even worm his way into your lap

there's no way out of holding him. He's too persistent. Just give in

you might hear him mumbling about your dedication things like, "Ah, to be young again" or "the youth of today are fascinating in their determination"

he never elaborates on that either or says anything else when you question him

now, if you're studying too hard and pushing yourself beyond your limits, he's stopping you by literally carrying you away

despite his small size, he's absolutely going to succeed, don't even try to fight because it's futile (he's literally a war general, you're not winning)

he'll drag you far away from your books as he's telling you all about how you need to stay healthy and not push yourself too hard or else you won't be able to do your best work or be energized when you need it most

don't you worry though, he's good at helping you pace yourself (Forcibly moving you away when he's deemed you've done enough studying after a few hours) and you'll never be able to overwork yourself on his watch

Leona:

First of all, how dare you

anytime you're studying, he glares at those books like they've personally burned his home or something

don't get me wrong, he's not against you wanting to do well in school, but he just hates that you spend so much time with the books

you should be spending time with him >:|

he's going to be next to you the entire time too like if you're sitting on the ground or a bed, he's curled around you or laying across your lap

if you're sitting at a desk, he'll be a bit grumpier and try and convince you to move somewhere more comfortable

if you're too stubborn (his words), he'd either sit on the ground next to you and rest his head in your lap, or he'd pick you up and sit in the chair himself and place you in his lap before resting his head on your back and wrapping his arms around you

he's 100% napping while you study so you have the background noise of him snoring

Leona would like to listen to you talk about what you're studying, purely because he likes to fall asleep to your voice

He could help, but he's not a big fan of helping because he thinks you can figure it out on your own, and also he doesn't want to use his mind to figure it out

he knows the answers, but he doesn't do any of the schoolwork himself because it's too much work and effort

its why he's been held back before, like it's too much work for him, but if you can somehow convince him to let you help, he might be willing to give it a shot (if you promise to give him more cuddles or affection in return)

yeah, there's no overworking yourself or pushing yourself too hard while he's literally right there, like there's no way he's letting that happen

he will drag you to the bed and lay on top of you, and then make Ruggie hide your books somewhere until he deems it's okay for you to get back to studying

try as you might, Ruggie isn't telling you where he put them, like Leona has bribed him good for this

please don't test Leona with how far he'll go, he's not against using his unique magic to turn your work to sand

if you ever ignore him for schoolwork, he can get SO annoying and demanding for attention

you know how cats sometimes push their way into your lap and push the things you have away? He does that when he really wants your attention

good luck

Jaxon:

okay, we all know Jaxon loves his goody-two-shoes people, but this also goes for super smart people, like his twst ship is literally a guy that is obsessed with rules and success like come on now

it's basically his type

that being said, he doesn't get it at all! Jaxon himself has never done well in school (though that's partially for other reasons), nor does he have any desire to push himself nearly as hard as you do in order to do well in classes

the only class he can maybe help you with is music or practical magic, but even then he's sometimes struggling

on the bright side, he's not against bribing asking Ruggie to get anything you need to study, and has even asked him to get snacks or drinks sometimes for you

please don't ask him to read anything for you, he still struggles sometimes with his dyslexia and is trying so hard to act like it's not affecting him (especially in front of you)

Jaxon doesn't invade your space while studying like some people, but he does linger in the general area

if you ask he'd place you in his lap while you study or sit with his back against yours or against the side of your chair

usually he's on his phone or making small adjustments to one of his guitars (but if the noise bothers you he'd stop)

if you're lucky and in the privacy of one of your dorm rooms, he'd maybe get some sleep

tired and uncaring as he may seem half the time, he does pay close attention to you while you're studying

his care and attention while you're studying is done silently, with a water bottle or a snack silently being placed next to you

or if you're working too hard or studying for too long, he'll yank the books and papers once you're at an okay stopping point, and take them away

now, I don't know how tall you are, but he's pretty tall and one of the tallest among students, and he's not above holding your work out of your reach

most likely though he'd just hide it or keep it on him and make sure you can't take it from him, and if he's desperate, he'd hide it in his dad's office

he'd rather spend time with Crowley than let you overwork yourself

chances of getting him to study with you are slim, but I wish you luck

Idia:

Studying? You mean you actually study?

okay, Idia is a gamer and chronically online and speaks in internet terms, all his "studying" is done virtually with some game or video playing in the background

it's a great sentiment, wanting to do well in school, but he has daily quests to do in his games too

Idia isn't a guy that gets/is capable of handling a lot of physical affection, so he may break down if you want to hold his hand or have him connected to you while studying

his room is like a distraction goldmine, but unfortunately getting him to leave his room and study somewhere else is an extremely difficult task, so I hope you're good at focusing

you can have study dates, but it might include the background noise of one of his games running and the buzzing of technology

he (lovingly) refers to the great times you spend studying as "the grind" or the "XP farming so you can level up"

though he can help when you need it! He's an introvert and attends classes virtually, but he knows his stuff and can help you with most of the more practical subjects, especially math and science

if you really needed help though, he's already developed a virtual program to help him study with reminders for food and drinks and tools to help you review!

speaking of reminders for food and drinks, yeah, if he's not using that program then there's no way he's going to remember to even feed himself, much less you too

Ortho is probably gonna have to come in and remind both of you to take care of yourselves every hour or so, but don't worry, he's used to it with Idia

this also applies with reminders of when to stop/sleep, because Idia stays up late anyway

but! if he's absorbed in his game, he might stop every little bit and check in and be like "Shouldn't you be asleep?? Do you know what time it is?? Your energy bar has to be running low"

while he admires your dedication (though he doesn't fully understand it), he struggles to enforce his care unlike the others

he can't force you to do anything, but he's sure gonna try and pester you for a while if you don't take care of yourself

Idia sucks at taking care of himself, but he's not gonna let that happen to you

if worst comes to worst, he'll lock your work away in a safe with the highest technological security until you rest

[dandelioncasey]

(I need everyone to know that this entire ramble was inspired by the last few paragraphs because I am a petty bitch who loves a callback - it's never gonna happen but honestly this concept is living in my brain rent free and I might just write another six versions of this lmao)

Okay so picture this:

Eddie comes back to LA and so Buck moves out to give Christopher his home back (Eddie doesn't notice that Buck never says where he's going, he just gives him a week to clear out so that Christopher will have somewhere to sleep, but it's fine, he's just got a lot on his mind, right? He definitely cares, right?)

And so Buck, with his bad credit and nobody willing to rent to him, ends up sleeping in the Jeep (not acknowledging the truck, he still has the Jeep to me), or in a shitty pay-per-night motel type situation (but he tries to avoid that and he definitely never leaves his stuff there, not that he has much anymore - he left most of what he bought for the house for Chris and Eddie, and it's fine, really, where would he put it anyway?)

He starts withdrawing from the team, both because he's embarrassed about his situation and because some tiny part of him is angry that none of them ever asked - they know Eddie's back in the house on South Bedford Street, so they must've figured it out all on their own, look at Buck being an adult, he'll be fine, right??? We're all just glad you're back!

Time passes and that anger is getting louder and harder to ignore. Buck mostly just hangs out with Ravi on shift and then goes 'home' (to his Jeep) alone. He showers at the station or in crappy motels, he cooks too-big meals with Bobby's recipes (which nobody will eat) so he can maybe sneak some of the leftovers (he has money but nowhere to cook, but Bobby's lasagne is just as good cold, right?), he signs up for every extra shift he can, not for the money but because he doesn't want to be alone

Nobody has noticed his housing issues except for Eddie complaining once that he keeps accidentally getting some of Buck's post (it's not an accident, you took his home and left him with nowhere to go and no postal address, you didn't even say thank you to the man who wrecked his credit for you before you handed down a verbal notice period)

One night, as Buck is sleeping in the back of the Jeep, he gets carjacked, someone drives off in his car with him still groggy in the back, he wakes up fully to the sound of police sirens and he manages to sit up, but this startles the driver and the Jeep ends up balanced on the edge of a cliff

Now in precarious situations like this, air rescue is the only safe option, and who should show up but Tommy and the 217? (because as we all know, there's all of three cops, two firehouses, and one helicopter pilot in all of Los Angeles), and the medics get the driver out and then they notice Buck in the back (nobody knew he was there, he couldn't get to his phone)

They try to set up a way to get him out without tipping the car forward and over the edge, but Buck just tells them to go, it's fine, nobody will notice anyway. And then the radio that one of the rescuers is carrying crackles, and he hears Tommy's voice telling him that 'i'd notice, Evan, I always notice you'

They get Buck out, and the Jeep falls, and Buck is just empty (that's all he had left, everything was in his Jeep and now that's gone too), and Tommy is the first person in months to ask Buck if he's okay rather than just assuming he is because clearly trying to help others means you're over losing the only good father you've ever known, right?

More time passes, nobody except Ravi has noticed that Buck's Jeep is a different colour (and model), or that he filed a change of address, or that he's smiling more and cooking less, they're all supporting each other and everyone thinks Buck is talking to somebody else so it never comes up

Eventually we come to a mirror of Buck finding out about the party and the job offer from El Paso from Ravi, instead of from anyone who should have told him - Ravi asks Hen and Chim when they're arriving at the party that's happening during their four days off

Party? What party, did we forget someone's birthday again? Well, it's a housewarming party for Buck, because he's been crashing with Tommy and Tommy finally agreed to let him pay into the mortgage, so it's officially their house now

Obviously everyone is shocked by this - did you know they were dating again? Why didn't he ask for help moving? Buck shows up and Hen, Chim, and Eddie start throwing these questions at him, and he just blinks at them and says that he didn't want to make it all about him, because they're all busy and grieving and suchlike

What do you mean, make it all about you, of course you moving is all about you! Awkward glance at Eddie, and Buck explains that he didn't really have much that needed moving anyway, certainly nothing that he needed help with

Ravi mentions that Buck moved out of Eddie's house (it wasn't Eddie's it was his but none of you noticed why didn't any of you NOTICE??) months ago and just moved in with Tommy last month after 'the whole Jeep thing' (what happened to the Jeep, it's right there? No, that's a different Jeep, it's not even the same colour!),

And someone (probably Hen lbr) finally notices that hey, that math ain't mathing, and it all comes out that not only did Eddie kick out his so-called best friend without so much as a thank you but also nowhere would rent to Buck with his credit in such a state so he was homeless for months and nearly died and NONE OF YOU NOTICED

I just love the parallel of Buck finding out about Eddie's job offer through hearing about the barbecue to celebrate it and the rest of the 118 finding out about what Eddie did and what Buck has been through by hearing about a housewarming party, and both times it's because the rest of the team are supporting and talking to each other and not Buck (who has been told over and over that his help isn't wanted)

[moon-fics]

Hi hi! Just read your Bob Floyd x young girlfriend/wife! Reader, and I’m gagging for more! It was so perfect and suited to him, your characterisation skills are 💋 👌 (chef’s kiss)!!!! Could I please maybe request the first time all the topgun pilots meet reader, maybe like at the Hard deck? Thank you sooo much!! - LT xx

OMG, thank you so much, you're so sweet!! Ok, I can try to write for the other characters, but I cannot promise it won't be OOC bc Jake, Rooster, and Bob were my main men. I cannot do all the pilots because that would genuinely take me ages, but I can do three!

Jake Seresin

You meet Jake at the Hard Deck while out with friends.

He spots you immediately and makes you his target for the night.

However, Phoenix and Fanboy notice this just as quick. Since Jake left them hanging during training, they decided to sabotage his entire night.

When Jake goes to approach you with a drink in hand, Phoenix 'accidentally' leaves a pool stick lying around.

Jake had to spend a few minutes apologizing about his drink getting on your purse and offering to pay you back.

Thankfully, you don't yell at him, and instead help him clean your bag.

When he tries to smooth-talk you, Fanboy decides it's a perfect time to bring up when he threw up one time during training.

After an entire night of consistently foiling Jake's plan to sweep you off your feet, he decides to drop the cool guy act.

That's how you find yourself sitting at a table with him having the most wonderful conversation.

He talks about his family, his home, and how much he enjoys his job.

This actually works, and he can't help but smile at the fact that you enjoy his company. Not his job or how he looks, but who he is and what he wants in life.

This is when the tricks stop from Phoenix and Fanboy. Even they know not to ruin something like this.

By the time the bar closes, you're still chatting with him. The conversation flows perfectly, and it ends up being you who asks him out for coffee.

--

"Ok, so you didn't forget?" You ask Natasha for the fifty-first time. She rolls her eyes playfully and fixes your hair. There's a large smile on both your faces as she examines you.

"I think if I forgot, Jake would actually kill me." She laughs. You flatten out your outfit and check for wrinkles. The white fabric is just as you imagined it would be. "You look beautiful."

"You're just saying that because you still feel guilty for ruining my purse years ago," You giggle. Then, it hits you quickly. You're more than thankful for her and how she decided to get back at Jake that night. "I wouldn't be here without you."

"Hey, what about me?" Jake's voice comes from around the corner. Natasha is already stepping in his way to stop him from seeing you. "I'm not gonna. I just wanted to talk to my soon-to-be wife one last time before we're married." He remains on the other side of the wall. "I cannot believe I still paid for that purse."

Bob Floyd

Bob did not meet you at the Hard Deck. He met you while running on a trail.

He might not seem like it, but cardio is important to him and he finds nature relaxing.

You, however, were completely lost. This was a new trail for you and you knew you should have started out easy.

So, when Bob hears someone yelling from the woods, he immediately goes to help.

He finds you only a few feet from the trail, and yet you look so terrified. He can't blame you. There are so many stories of people getting lost in the woods and dying there.

He helps you back to the trail and decides to run with you. He says it's to make sure you stay safe, but it's also because you're pretty.

You don't say much because it exerts too much energy, but there's a connection there.

He visits this trail often and can point out animals he's seen before. It makes the experience much better, and you honestly enjoy having small things pointed out.

You two decide to take a break by a brook. The conversation is awkward at first, and there are a few moments of silence. That doesn't stop you from laughing at his bad jokes or asking about other animals he's seen.

By the end of the run, he asks for your number but stumbles over his words. You gladly give it to him, and thus begins a friendship that slowly grows.

After a few months of running together and spending time outside of the trails, he asks you out.

He makes a whole day of it, too. He sets up a picnic on the trail you two met at.

---

The sun is pounding on your back as you run down the trail. You decided to go alone today because Bob had errands to run. It was beautiful out and you weren't about to waste the day.

But your eyes land on a trail of flowers that were never there before. They lead up a hill that you can't see the top of. Against your better judgment, you follow them. Who knows, maybe you'll find fairies.

Once you reach the top, you notice a large sign with the question 'Will you marry me?'. You immediately assume that you've just spoiled someone else's proposal, until Bob appears next to you.

"What kind of person has a proposal in the middle of the woods?" He asks with a chuckle. You don't know why he's here or how he knew you'd be here. It catches you off guard, and you're stuck trying to think. You're stopped when he gets on one knee. "Probably some guy who is madly in love," He cracks his sweet smile.

Natasha Trace

You meet her because you steal the pool ball to her game.

You genuinely thought it was one from your table and picked it off the ground. Natasha tried to tell you, but you were adamant it was yours.

She's great at playing the long game. So, she lets you have it and watches as the game goes on. She does it with a smirk that tells all.

When you realize you have two of the same balls, your heart drops. This is humiliating because you did this to yourself.

Nervously, you turn to her and hand her the ball back. She isn't mad about it, and she accepts your apology with a laugh.

She invites you to play with her, Bob, and Hangman. You agree and find that they are great company.

Even when Hangman makes cocky comments that pisses everyone off. You can't help but connect with Natasha and almost cling to her. She's vibrant and snarky. She makes the conversation stand out.

When you return the next day to see her there again, you don't hesitate to join her. She introduces you to a few more people, but spends most of her time with you.

She brings up the pool ball story to everyone she can and revels in the way you have to explain yourself. It isn't malicious because she then talks about how she's glad it happened. Otherwise, she'd never have met you.

When you decide to ask her out, it takes a lot of courage. She's such a strong person, and her friendship means the world to you.

When you do ask her out, she acts completely surprised. She pretends she pretends as if this came out of the blue, right before saying yes excitedly.

You two moved in together rather quickly, but it slowed from there. She's not the type to rush everything and instead lets the flow take you towards the future.

--

You enter the house with groceries in hand. They're heavy and there are a lot of them, but you can manage. Your dog greets you happily and follows you into the kitchen.

"Oh, babe, you could have asked for help!" Natasha says while getting up from the couch. She instantly helps you unload the bags and put the food away. As she's reaching for the last item in the paper bag her hand grazes over a small box.

"I didn't want you to do anything on your day off," You explain.

She can feel the velvet texture and is confused as to what you could have bought. When she pulls it out, she's met with something that makes her heart race. She opens it and sees a gorgeous ring that resembles the one she joked about buying.

"Is this-?" She covers her mouth with her hand. She's never been one to cry, but right now she can feel the tears forming in her eyes. "Yes!" She laughs.

[amirsnothere]

Friendly Neighborhood Cardinal

Bucky Barnes X Reader

(Found Home series (part 1))

A/N - Just like everyone else, I watched Thunderbolts and I'm back on my Marvel loving shit. It's been a few years, but I'm excited to be back in it! I definitely had to take time to revisit all the Bucky content in preparation for this series though! Right now, the series is intended to be timeless, but I personally sorta picture it being before/around FATWS timeframe.

The first part is set in Bucky's POV, but all the rest of the parts will be Reader POV

Series Warnings: slow-burn, swearing, shouting, slight violence, pregnant reader (with another man's baby), Bucky's trauma, reader has trauma, mentions of verbal & physical abuse (let me know if there's more!)

Summary: Bucky has loud neighbors. One day he decides to pay them a visit.

Word Count: 695 (following parts will be longer)

Bucky minded his own business. After everything, he had earned his peace. Or what semblance of peace he could get.

The nightmares hadn't stopped, everyone who may have once loved him was dead. But he had a consistent place to call "home" at night, and he even had a regular visitor at the bird house he had attached to the dining room window. The bird house was a gift from Sam, a man Bucky thought he might consider as a friend, he said to remember him by. Three solid wood walls, the fourth replaced by the window itself, allowed Bucky to see anytime he had a visitor.

Bucky had named his little bird friend "Sam Junior" in his memoriam. When Sam heard, he protested, but he was laughing the whole time he begged Bucky to change it. After a bit of bribery, Sam was able to convince him to just to call the bird SJ, so that no one would know that his entire legacy lay in a cardinal.

The occasional visit from SJ to his window often felt like the best of sense of "home" Bucky had had in a very long time. Unfortunately, SJ didn't stick around for long when the yelling was happening.

Bucky didn't want to get involved in other people's problems. Hadn't his own parents had the occasional fight? Well, when he moved in, maybe it was just occasional, but since then, the fighting became more frequent, and much harder to ignore.

Bucky saw the women who lived next door almost every day. She usually left for work around the time he went on his morning run. They'd often walk down the stairs together, sometimes commenting on the landlord's ridiculous new policies, or making small talk about the weather. Bucky noticed she seemed to always run cold - whether it was raining, snowing, or 90° out, she always wore a sweater. He couldn't help but be impressed by her collection.

When she came home from work, he was often making his own way back from errands or meetings or whatever else he did to occupy his time. They'd walk back up the creaky stairs together and he'd listen as she mentioned the latest gossip from her job or what she planned to make for dinner. Sometimes they ran into each other outside of this predictable routine - maybe he would offer to help carry her groceries - she would always politely decline.

He almost never saw her partner. Bucky heard his loud, usually angry, voice frequently enough, that he knew the man still lived there. The ring on her finger suggested she was at least engaged, if not married, but he wished she would just dump the guy already. He sounded like a bully at best.

But Bucky really was trying to mind his own business, and if it was anyone's place to bring up their concerns, her ex-assassin neighbor certainly wouldn't be at the top of the list. Sometimes after a bad night, he would really consider saying something more forward to her, but the look in her eyes and the sharp corners of her smile warned him not to. So he stuck to talking about the weather.

Bucky could hear the yelling from outside of the building when he got home later one evening. Usually, he would just hear the man shouting at the woman. Occasionally she would let out an exhausted cry of protest, but it normally just sounded like a the typical argument she had likely grown used to losing.

As Bucky climbed the stairs to his floor, a deep feeling settled in him. Something about tonight did not feel normal. Reaching his floor, he paused, clenching the handrail until it started to warp under his grip.

Bucky was used to the man sounding angry. Somehow the word "furious" seemed more fitting now. She usually sounded frustrated. Now, he couldn't help but hear fear.

Bucky took a deep breath, a deep strech in his chest as he tried to steady his exhale. He flexed his fingers as he let go of the handrail. So much for minding his own business.

He walked up to the neighbors’ door and knocked.

Pt 2

[unholywriters]

Partner's in Crime

╰┈➤ Summary: Han was always known for getting into trouble, no matter how good he did in school when you two went. After Graduation you only had little contact with him, but running low on money you offer yourself as a getaway driver, what happens when the driver happens to be the same kid who used to wear glasses? And along the drive you meet your ex who left with no explanation onto to meet him as your doctor years later?

╰┈➤ Pairings: Mafia Han x Male Reader x Doctor Lee Know

╰┈➤ Ratings: NSFW, Mature, Ageless/minor blogs will be blocked,

╰┈➤ Warnings: Cursing, Suggestive Language, Car Sex, unprotected Sex, mentions of Gangs {Venom}, Begging, mentions of violence, quick violent scenes, mentions of guns, scenes of car crashes, NO DEATHS, serious injuries, gun shot wounds

╰┈➤ Word Count: 20k

╰┈➤ Networks: @keopihaus @winerys-collection @ksmutsociety @cosyhomenet @k-vanity @mirohs-aurora-society

╰┈➤ Banner: @pars-ley

╰┈➤ Genre: non-idol au, mafia au, estranged friends to lovers

No one ever imagines themselves in dangerous situations unless their life has been filled with crime. And sometimes even they imagine trying to get out of situations and make a better life for themselves and get better, proving others wrong and striving to do better. But not everyone lives that way, some join the darker side and make a living only being known for their Cruelty and warnings about being around them. After all messing with gangs was something barely anyone could ever escape alive without something major happening to them. How does one get away from a gang and expect to live without being hunted? They say those who commit the most heinous crimes have the kindest hearts, their kindness finally drying up and showing the cruelty that slowly comes out with the mask.

Everyone slowly got to hear the name of a gang that was slowly getting control of the city they all call home. Some being in fear, others saying as long as they don’t get caught up in the drama they will be just fine. Living here and who knows maybe they could get paid better and finally live the way they want to. One of those people being Y/n, who was trying to get out of the small apartment he always called home but wanted somewhere else, somewhere with more space to decorate and truly make his own and not having to hear arguments or sex from the surrounding walls. Wanting to get home and just being able to eat and sleep, but sometimes things lead to another and someone is up stairs having sex or even having wall sex next to him. And sometimes noise canceling headphones don’t help.

But the only way to do so is by taking a risk to be the person he wants to be. So he took a chance, since the gang Venom was getting stronger and more spread out, they needed getaway drivers. Those who weren’t scared of having to pull dangerous stunts and get his men away safely and avoid getting caught by a police officer and get his rewards later in the week. All he knew was that the payments were high, higher than he was getting paid already, and if this was all he needed to get away and get out, he was gonna take it. Making sure his face remained hidden, and no one could trace him. Using decoy cars and doing as he was told.

Did he think he would ever get the job? No, he was truly just bluffing while looking for a higher paying office job. But he soon got a spare phone delivered to his apartment with a note in detailed writing, making sure Y/n understood the risk being taken in a life like this. But something about the handwriting felt familiar, but thinking on that would cause a headache from thinking about it for too long.

I was told to write you a welcoming letter since you’ll be driving my squad around. You can call me Ji, most people call me that under code. We handle grabbing people they could be just about anywhere, from public settings to their own homes or even airports. Trust me those are more fun and thrilling. You will be told to wear earbuds to hear everyone location in case we have to use different exists. For now, you can stay where you live but in the future, if you prove you won’t cry and break down seeing a dead body or two in the car trunks, you’ll get more access to group housing. Which will be hard since getting everyone’s approval is like trying to please every person on the planet. I look forward to working with you, as long as you don’t cry when violence and threats are being sued. Which is why you’ll be given earbuds and headphones so you don;t have to hear it. We kill all crybabies since the guilt eats them alive and they offer to turn themselves in for protection, which won’t work for you.

~ Your Squad Leader, JH.

Something about the handwriting was just striking as familiar while holding the phone in hand. Going into the contacts there were 8 numbers already placed with no pictures needed. Each with their own names and no messages being sent yet. And only a couple of music apps where Y/n could sign in and listen to music on the runs, but also the radio for their communications. Slowly blinking at the realization was slowly setting in, here he was with the chance some would rather freak out, panic and then regret their decision. But this was stepping into a choice of getting out of their tough spot, finally getting out and getting money, asking questions would lead to death and for right now Y/n just wanted out before things got worse. Besides who wants to stay here hearing moans at 3am that never seem to end?

Today was the first mission, Y/n received a dress code to wear, more like clothes sent to their door, with a mask and fully charged earbuds, a small bag and headphones. though earbuds were easier to hide and manage. This was it, the time for panic and worry was for later when Y/n was alone. After getting the clothes he received a text and a location. The location was where the car was with a description; the dress code was, so the others knew who to look for when waiting by the car. And he’d given a time, if he was late there would be consequences for missing their first mission. Not wanting to get on their bad side, Y/n got dressed and hid everything noticeable about him with what he had. Being told to save the mask for when the others ran closer to the car, each place would have their own separate car to get into where clothes would be handled and getting into those and losing every trace was crucial.

Being told to carry a small black bag and walk with only the hat on for the others to see and give him the needed information. So, he took some deep breaths before locking his door and making his way. Leaving his own personal items that could get tracked just like he was told and began the walk to his new life. The hard part was the streets, being busy as always with drivers and walkers being everywhere. But seeing the dark blue car with 4 other men standing around the car. One having his hood down and looking around, with a softer look with fake glasses on. But seeing the person up close from the last stoplight. Y/n almost didn’t believe who they were seeing. An old friend of theirs from high school, the pair would always try to do every project together, and even sit together at lunch and choir. Sometimes even trying to out-sing each other but it never went for long.

After graduation Their friend told him he could only talk through text, but those text slowly stopped. It was worrying and despite trying to get in touch, it never worked. And seeing him standing next to the car by the driver's side with the others standing near the backseats. Blinking away the thoughts and quickly walked to the car, Locking eyes with the man who leaned off of the car with his hands in his pockets. Meeting them closer and holding the keys. The mission was to talk to someone, more like handling a traitor and having to take them for a drive. But he wasn’t supposed to get much of that information. Not was he about to really help with a kidnapping and who knows what?

“You had about 2 more minutes before we would’ve had to made things harder for you. You know where we’re going, hm?”

Nodding his head, holding the one string while seeing the man hold the keys. Having to drive to a house and stay there around the corner, and after that they would have to drive somewhere and get the funds they were owned. Whether people lived or died it’s their issues, it only becomes worse when it’s too many people died.

“You’ll drive us to the house and stay outside with the car off. No one will see inside the car but do nothing dumb, there’s camera's in there and will catch just about everything. If we need to head anywhere else, you’ll get the update. You can handle some cop cashes right?”

“I’ve done street racing before settling for this, I’m not scared of running away from police when needed.” Seeing the man raise a brow with a smirk showing on his face, the man reached his hand out while leaning forward. “You can call me Han, just so names on the radio didn't confuse you. Now get in and start driving, I’m in the passenger seat, always.”

Getting in the car and starting it, looking at the address, earbuds turned on and soon following the directions given. Quietly listening to the conversation and others making jokes about who’s going to swing the first punch on the person first. Whether he was home alone or with guest, he would be handled one way or another and couldn’t wait for it. But trying to make movements and understand the conversation might prove to be a mistake and simply just wanted to sit there and give responses when he wasn’t asked about it. So he just sat there and kept driving to a decent home, the neighbors weren’t too close, but not too far. Being told to park further down the curb in case he tried to look out for the car.

Watching Han get out of the car with a smirk on his face, Y/n could only sit and watch, leaning back in the car seat while reaching in their bag, grabbing a candy flavored sucker and left it in his mouth, putting on his sunglasses since the sun was shinning bright in his eyes. He was annoyed, but what could one do? Who knows how the payment would go and how all of that was handled. If the pay was good, then maybe who knows what would happen, maybe Y/n could go back to doing something they always enjoyed or maybe even explored some more. After all going though races was always the fun part. It was something else by sitting here, being able to scroll through music and have fun just escaping. Though switching cars would be the hard part but there's nothing wrong with learning something new about the cars. Just as long as no car is too high and would be protected enough.

Sitting in the car, the music suddenly stopped to show another location, it was a bank. It was close to where he used to work before he quit but knowing he wasn’t going inside to handle anything. And even if he did, he’d keep the sunglasses on. With the car started, music playing while Han and the other two men threw in the shaking man in the middle of them. Y/n started the car and pulled out one earbud at the tap of a shoulder. Not looking over but raising a brow to show he was listening in closely.

“Don’t drive too fast yet, he just needs to pull some funds for us. You’ll park in the back while we go inside. If we need help the phone will buzz and the car better be started.”

Showing a smirk followed by a chuckle, y/n drove to the bank slowly. Putting the earbud back in and jamming to the song while arriving to the bank after going through the busy streets and parking lots. Y/n parked close, not too close but close enough while the other three got out, looking over to see Han staring at him with a tilted forehead but didn’t have time to ask questions. So he was quick to get out and take the others with him, Y/n watching through the tinted windshield as the man stumbled while the bigger man carried a duffle bag. Watching the man put in a code before going inside.

But since Y/n wasn’t sure if they needed to be relaxed or stiff in the seat. The car remained started, looking straight at the door while keeping the music, staring at the phone while adding some fast tracked songs before feeling the buzz. They needed to run, so the car was getting ready, the faint alarm going off, and seeing the three men come running out. The bag seemed heavier, but they were smiling while jumping in the car quickly. Before anyone could scream Drive, Y/n already given the location for the backup car. A good ways away from the back with a change of clothes for everyone else.

Starting the next song, and speeding off in a busy street, Han holding onto the top handle while seeing how calm yet fast they were changing gears and driving around. Making sharp turns, often hiding in parking spots while the cop cars tried to chase after them. He wasn’t paying attention to the excited men around him, just keeping the sucker in his mouth, the sunglasses covering his eyes from the blaring sun. And made his way to the parking garage they needed to go. Leaving the car running like he was told to and letting the others get in the 2nd car. The sound of sirens getting closer but he still took his time getting in the car and letting the others get changed. They needed to get away from the car, letting it be the only one there with a couple others. So instead of driving out, y/n took the car up a 2nd level and stayed there in a parking spot.

The others being confused before staying low while the cop cars raced up to the top, only to speed back down when they heard the getaway car was empty. Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, softly humming to the random songs in his ears. Y/n waited before checking his phone for the drop-off address, as it was called. It was on the other side of the city, but he will take the drive if it meant he got some cash or payment from the first drive. Sure it didn’t have to be a lot, but it needed to be something then just a quick $100.

“How the fuck did they handle those turns and corners so fast? We got a street racer or something?”

“You’re asking me the wrong questions, you want me to tap their shoulder and ask or wait till we get there?”

“Han it’s gonna be a 30 minute drive just tap their shoulder, weirdo.”

Rolling his eyes, Han softly tapped their shoulder again, watching Y/n take out the earbud once again and rose a brow. Showing he was in fact listening to the conversation while making sure he didn’t miss a turn, since that would make the drive longer and unless he had a feeling cop were getting on them, he didn’t feel like going through it again.

“My friends have a question for you, speedy.”

“Shoot.”

Looking in the mirror to see the long hair male leaned over the middle, han still leaned over while waiting for his friend to ask the question. The car was mainly silent apart from the music playing in y/m’s ear and hearing the questions in the other. Though sometimes driving in silence with music is often better, but seeing Han like this, made them questions something. Not like bad things, but just some curious questions he knew there was no answers to this time. After all it looked like han barely even recognized them to begin with, what was the point of making it easy and giving him the answer right away? He wanted to see Han question before something else happened.

“You handled this car better than any other driver put to a test, are you a street driver or something?”

“I was, illegally. But cops shut it down and keep shutting down some good ones before I get there so. Why, never seem someone that good to get away from the cops before?”

“Please, most of them have the cars smelling like piss and tears before giving up.”

“What can I say, I like to ride.”

Moving the sucker some, Y/n got to the spot and parked the car in the dark parking lot. Softly humming along before parking the car with the help of two other masked men. Stopping the car before getting out of the car with the others. His hands in his pockets while watching the three men get out and count the cash separately while a fourth man joined them. Wearing a tucked in a shirt with black loose jeans. Nodding his head each time they reached a number. But it was clear the person hadn’t made it back alive, maybe trying something and forgetting that there were three people around him instead of one. Though it wasn’t his problem anymore, he just stood there against the random car while watching him count out more cash and handing the bag over. Before watching the fancy dressed man wave him over.

Getting off the car and walking over, keeping the hat on but took off the sunglasses. He looked up at the male, watching him hand out a couple stacks of cash from the already counted while han was there, kneeling on the ground just watching the two have a quick but swift conversation, well, not entirely quick.

“Hyunjin says you were a street racer, you got them back quicker then anyone thought. Is that true?”

“Yes sir, it was a while after I graduated high school. Didn’t last long.”

“That stack has about 2k, there’s an atm next to the drop-off car. One of them has to drop you off, making sure nothing happens.”

Keeping the snide remarks to himself, he took the money and bowed. Walking back to the car and grabbed his bag before walking to the atm, surprising himself by remembering to throw in his card in there. He entered his information while slowly adding the money, watching the low number slowly go up. This was enough to pay off some late bills and still have enough. Though the place he wanted was high, he was tired of living in an apartment complex; he wanted a house. Nothing too big but he just wanted one that felt right. Some suggested a townhouse, but sometimes those can be too much, not because of the space, but if he was going to stay in this life he needed a place for himself to handle things without others getting to be too nosey about his business, especially a landlord coming to find out where most of the money is coming from. So this would make the hunt easy.

Turning off the headphones and the backup phone, he walked over to the black car where Han was sitting, his head leaned back on the driver's seat while he watched Y/n sit in the passenger seat. Seatbelt on and the bag on his lap. It would take a while for the sun to set, but that would make it easy for him to pay off his bills before getting things cut off and his last months rent. Something he was excited about, or maybe to be safe two months, owning a house outright isn’t easy. Let alone trying to find places that don’t get checked easily as well.

Though the car ride didn’t feel tensed though, it mainly just felt relaxed while Y/n paid off some bills online. Getting the notification with each billed paid. He was happy the landlord accepted online payments for months ahead. He could get that through while he still searched for something new, but for now he wanted to see where this job would lead him. I mean after all who knows what could happen? He’s never had a crash yet, he hoped streak wouldn’t break by doing this for some more cash on the side.

“Did you ever plan this life out after high school Speedy?”

Han asked, driving past the green light while looking at the address Chan gave him. It wasn’t on the bad side of town; it was more so in the middle. But it was getting crowded there fast, and some people were ready to get out before things for worse. Not everyone has the weight to handle weird things going on and overall just want to enjoy themselves. Besides some food places are getting too crowded to even sit there and enjoy yourself without seeing someone rush in and take up all the seats and watch the staff get so caught up on orders they loudly sigh when it’s all finally over. Nothing beats when the place is finally closed and you get to go home and finally rest your body.

“Not really no, but things happen you know? But now I don’t gotta wait table’s and question how much am I gonna get. This, is way better.”

“I Take it you’re trying to get out of this little home of yours?”

“Why you want to hang out when you’re bored with work and need a place to hide?”

Leaning back in the car as han parked the car close to the building number, leaning back in his car seat with his hands behind his head. Looking over to Y/n who was making sure he had everything again, putting his hat back on and looking over, taking out the now empty stick and holding onto it and planned on throwing it away once he made it back home. Watching Han have a smirk on his face with a slight shrug, it was a thought, but he was enjoying how confident the person next to him was, not being tensed or nervous like they would die with one wrong move. It was a reliever and now being able to sit here and look around before having to leave.

“Eh, depends. Plus, if we need a hideout having your place would be nice, being here has too many nosey neighbors, thin walls.”

“Why you think I want out? Don’t you guys have your own places or is that something for later?”

“You can figure it out, if you can prove it. Get out and head inside, there’s people looking at this high car wondering who’s here. I’m not supposed to get out.”

Rolling his eyes, Y/n got out of the car and closed the door, holding up a peace sign while punching in the code and got inside his building. Throwing away the old stick and walked into his own complex, closing and locking the door and getting himself for bed. Making some food ready, handling the shower and getting himself comfortable. Taking his time while looking at his account, sure the bills and such took a chunk out of his payments, but if he kept this up he would be out of here sooner than he thought. Getting things slowly moved out, selling the old things and getting new things. But knowing it would be better to have some space between his neighbors would be good, but who knows what he would get while trying to impress the others, not entirely.

Some things always look better with a car next to it. Y/n got used to their schedule, but it was only with Han’s group. Han always being in the passenger seat while Y/n always brought an extra bag of suckers, and always wore a hat and sunglasses. Even during the days it would rain he always had on something/ But he’s gotten where he has one earbud in, talking to Han and the others unless he had to get away with a high-speed chase. Those were always the fun, though the last one had him in some hot water. Like he is right now. Not because he was close to getting caught, he did everything right. It was just him driving away, trying to get away from the police that seemed to never be giving up.

Despite hearing the slightly panicked screams and hands holding onto the seat, there was one chance Y/n had to get away. And that was a stunt with a ramp, other officers and the place closed off with other cars ready to take a crash. So taking the ramp was the closest chance they had. He could hear the screams of no while he took the chance, going high up and being in the air, seeing the police look shock when the car actually landed and he could get away to a separate place. Trying his hardest to get there, it was part of his job. Whether they got hurt his job was to get them home with their money or hostage in this case back to base and go home. Despite the rain making things harder to get away, Y/n was determined and had a mission in mind. With a smirk on his face.

He had to do a turn, pulling into an underground parking garage and hiding the car as best he could. Turing off the car and watched as the others ran further down to the actual car. Since parking next to it means getting in more trouble, but hiding in another tinted car. So running down there when hearing sirens getting closer, was the best part. Being near another exit and watching them run through and getting out, this meant the group would have to lie low for a while, probably being mad about it. But then again several things were going wrong with the hostage being more loose and the others being a little more confident than they should’ve been. This would’ve gotten them chewed out, especially since no one checked to see if someone didn’t have a phone or wire on them. So trying to get away was hard, but when making sure nothing was wrong, or on them anymore. They could get out and wait in the parking lot while watching the cars speed away when seeing the broken parking meter coming down and blocking the main way out.

Rubbing his face, the mask still hanging off his ear and his hat now a mess. Leaning his head back while slowly calming down. The hostage forced to be still while the main two kept him still and quiet. Han sitting there while rubbing his face while sitting there, time feeling like it was slowly passing while everyone seemed waited for a clear signal. It would take a while, but the exciting and yet terrifying part was over. Getting away before getting caught and having a shootout with the cops, not something he wanted to go through with and getting himself in more trouble. But he’s saved up a good amount, but moving seemed to be harder than he thought with a job like this. BUt he wasn’t one to take chances. He wanted to keep his corners cut and clean before anything else could happen.

“How many times have you used a ramp to do a fucking jump holy shit!”

Looking back at hyunjin, a smirk on his face while he shook his head. Slowly calming down as he started the car. Fixing his hat and mask while slowly letting out more relaxed sigh. “That makes it twice, and I’ve landed and got a double stash. Now we got to go.”

Glancing over to hand, who was looking at him and watching to make sure nothing was wrong. But y/n made it to the base, not the same one as before but a different one. But getting inside they met an anxious Leader who was seemed to be pacing around. Men standing next to their cars before everyone saw the bright blue car parking in the close spot. But something was different about this stop. While turning off the car and twirling off the keys. He looked over to Han with a confused and questioning look. Maybe he wanted to say something? Wanted to check on him while the other two were getting out of the car.

He took off the mask and moved the hat to the side. Turning over to face him, a confused look on his face before freezing in his seat. Han had leaned over and gave Y/n a kiss, his eyes were closed while he gave himself time to taste the bare taste of Y/n’s lips just for the thrill. Slowly coming down from the worrying high he was on despite knowing he was home. He had to take the chance, after all after this he would get in trouble. He didn’t care if he didn’t kiss him back, just sitting there and getting used to the natural taste. Softly biting their bottom lip before pulling away, winking at them before getting out of the car. He knew he had to handle his own situation while letting Y/n slowly get out of the car. Blinking while leaving the mask just dangling from his ear. Seeing Chan looking more focused and angry as usual. It was something else, the look in his eyes looked angry and concerned, he needed the report.

“What the hell happened. Was he tapped or something and you had to figure it out for himself?”

Han nodded his head, putting his hands in his pocket while looking defeated, but knew he had to take charge for this. After all that would make it less and he knew the driver wasn’t to blame, they did their best to get everyone back here safe and made sure no one was too hurt and the hostage wasn’t killed before they arrived. Watching Their leader look at him and slowly got closer, still leaving space between them, but he wanted to know the details. He knew it was bad when Han could barely speak about it, but he still had to make sure of something. This was going to handle something, but he needed to handle it.

“He tapped off some police on the other side and sent their own cars here. We got into a chase but Speedy back there got us out. After a lot of hard turns and spinouts, and a sick ramp jump, we didn’t lose cash, he didn’t get hurt, but that landing was hard.”

“And did he just have a wire? What else was on him? Did you trace it back?”

Looking back over to hyunjin, he was quick to hold out his spare phone and showed him everything. It showed the conversation being replaced with something else. The audio being messed up and the camera quality lagging with the location of the police station being shown. Slowly pulling up the profiles of the officers being assigned to the case along with the chief one. It was something else but everyone prepared. But Y/n was still just standing there, not paying much attention to the conversation and waiting for the cash. Sending all of it into savings while slowly coming back to the conversation. Blinking and keeping his own hands in his pockets.

“Nothing else, but we know we’ll have to lie low for a while till we can handle the north side. Lee know is still up there isn’t he?”

“He’s knows already. None of you can go up there to help, but for now staying low is the plan. No going anywhere with each other for at least a month.”

“So what if I wanted to move from my apartment? My lease is up next month, I sold off a couple things.”

Tilting his head to the side, he was in the clear right? The police don’t have any tracks of him. No ID, no fingerprint, no records. He’s clean in the eyes of the law, just having a few speeding tickets from being caught but nothing else could be used against him. He had proof of it and could recount each time if needed. But maybe him moving could help, it would throw people off depending on where he goes and making sure nothing else happened. But if they were all being on the hunt, hiding from hunters trying to survive. But this seemed to create an opportunity, since most gangs are on the outside of the city, meeting there and handling their deals and until Lee know and his squad can take over the main station in the north, things are going to be busy while he stays in the south to keep things settled.

“Hm, The cops don’t have any reason to look into you. Come with me and we can discuss it. You three, throw him in the shed till he gives what we need.”

Han Watching Y/n walk by, his hair being pushed back slightly while walking behind their leader. He wanted to go with but he knew they’d see each other again afterwards, hopefully but no one was keeping their hopes up. The two locked eyes for just a second as Y/n disappeared behind the black wooden door. Bring greeted with an elevator and going up. Chan standing there with his hands behind his back and staring straight, while Y/n leaned on the back wall with his legs crossed but his hands never leaving his pockets. The earbuds were turned off with the cord being wrapped around his neck, the phone in his pocket since he’s gotten used to using it for music instead of his real phone most of the time.

When the elevator came to the stop the two left while making their way down the hall. The dimly ceiling's lights before walking through the black office doors. The facing wall being nothing but black tinted windows to get a view of the city, not deep but from the outline, with the large office desk being on the right with a large wine display behind him with some books and his large computer screens. Walking over and gesturing to the large wooden chair while he sat in his comfortable chair. Logging into his computer with his fingers moving quickly before turning the screen over for them to see it. Having two screens makes things feel easier.

On the screen were houses he had access to that were move-in ready. Moving was a process going through with him, you couldn’t just move anywhere, he needed to know the location and the surrounding areas. If they needed a place to hide, it would be easier being somewhere no one would’ve expect to be. Most officers look for crowded areas with more crime rates. Highly anyone thinks of looking in close knit and friendly places with neighbors who don’t seem to report anything they find off, if you can pay some of them off. To was something else, but he knew this would better, giving Y/n great places while they were saving the money after working for the first month. The second month was going to be the last time he could stay in the apartment, since everything else was being taken care.

“These are houses I know are safe in areas I can trust and Visit without being worried. The boys plan on retreating to this one since their shared house has a pool and since I doubt that, you’ll want to share the place with them. Trust me if you thought you’d like noises to sleep you do not want to hear them screaming at 2am because their fighting over food.”

“Are any of them crazy big? Or are some just cozy small?”

“Use this mouse to look at each house. In this one right here is where the boys stay.”

Watching Y/n pick between each house, some having larger floor plans, before picking one, it wasn’t too far from boys, maybe making hangouts more easy for each other. But it had more to do, but there was a catch, if Y/n moved here they had to live here. Moving to any other place would mean coming to the leader, finding which houses he deemed safe enough, no need to worry about his enemies trying to cause trouble and create more scenes. After all living together with everyone and having to hear the nonstop yelling and such was not something he wanted to hear about for now. As annoying as it was, it was for their safety until they could handle more areas and not worry about it. Sure it was scary, but knowing they could walk around and not have to worry about getting caught too fast.

“What’s the fastest I could move into this one? Living with the dead end? Sounds like the best spot to pick, and there are things to do outside? I like it. Or is this being used for something I don’t need to be seeing as the driver?”

“It’s opened, most people hate it because they don’t want people using the driveway to turn around. Plus, there’s a lot to do inside.”

“Yet the house two places down from that, I take it that’s where the boys live since their names are on it?”

“They do, Just know they will try to come in and mess with you, is that okay?”

“More free movers for me. My lease ends at the end of the month, I’ll be ready by then.”

With a nod, he moved his hand in dismissal while turning his screen back. Watching Y/n walk to the door before it swung open. Hand standing there while wiping off some blood while holding a phone. Freezing when he saw Y/n still there. His wide eyes staring for a second while slowly blinking, some blood on his shirt while he saw Y/n smirk before stepping to the side. Taking off his hat only to put it back on, pulling out another sucker before looking at the two of them.

“I still got paid for that mission right? Your men couldn’t stop screaming for a while there.”

“You will with extra. Now han get in here.”

Softly humming while riding down the elevator, feeling their actual phone buzz and grabbing it out. Seeing the money pile up in his account and smirked about it. He wasn’t gonna just walk away from something like that and not get paid for it. After that jump and having to hide? Not to mention the endless screaming that never seemed to be drowned out despite having music on full blast to get better focus on the path and situation. Not to mention it was still raining outside. But it didn’t matter, things got handled and Y/n got paid. Why try to make things more complicated when money was rolling in?

Walking to the car, Y/n sat in the passenger seat and let out a sigh, closing their eyes and letting their mind wonder. It seemed to just play that quick kiss all over. No one told him to kiss him, no one made or even Pushed Han to do so. That kiss was something he wanted to do for a while, but something about it was Bothering Y/n. Han didn’t know who they were, he always called them Speedy and seemed very closed off with his high school days. Was he just falling for them now and not remembering the promise he made to never forget them? It wasn’t like Y/n could blame him for most of it though. He was caught in this world and had to go through who knows what by the time they finally split paths. Having to learn new things in ways no one should but if it keeps him alive and not just surviving, what’s wrong with that?

But it still realized the question though. Why did he kiss them? Was there something just from the high rush from escaping the police after such a close call? Was it the worrying if he would never see them again because of how late they were? Hell, would their questions even get answered right without having to worry about something? It was annoying, but what else could one really do? As far as Y/n knew, he was working his way up a ladder that meant death if he fell too far or made a wrong move. And living seemed to be much better if their mouth stayed shut and watched who go talk to and who to trust. After all, they all say keep your friends close but your enemies closer, nothing wrong with that now is there?

But their thoughts were cut short, hearing the car door open and seeing Han finally sitting in the driver's seat. He out a long dramatic sigh that got a smile from Y/n, watching han get his seatbelt on and starting the car, shaking his head hard enough to make his hair fly around. It was cute, also made it hard not to smile or laugh at given how he would make a noise while doing so. Like he was shaking off something and just glad to get it over with.

“See teh clothes change, had to fuck him up to get some answers or what?”

“Please, he got one hard punch, and he spilled everything. He was a snitch and got paid to rat us out, but with how fast we move? There won’t be much he has left. But he has to pay for it.”

“His problem, not mine. No one’s fucked because of that right?”

“Eh, not being able to drive around and do missions is punishment enough, not like he can make us do much we haven’t done before. Plus, you’re getting on his good side, boss man likes a person with a drive. Not too many questions and just a little cocky.”

“What can I say? I know my shit.”

Holding out a sucker for Han, it was just a random flavor while waiting at a stoplight to turn green. Watching the swarm of black umbrellas walk past while the two just sat there feeling comfortable, but they could feel something growing in the car. But trying to drive like this was the wrong place to show their feelings, to show anything really. And besides what would even happened or get approved of? Dating your group member while doing dangerous missions? Not exactly the place to be heroic to save them or anything. More so what would happen afterwards? Living together might cause something. But trying to overthink that would make things harder, annoying even since Chan would throw in things to make sure they were serious about each other, but not planning to run away. Since most people who start this life suddenly want families away from here, which only comes to bite them in the long run.

Han took the sucker and left it in his mouth, the wrapper staying in his hand since he didn’t want to just throw it out. But he wondered why always bring these two each drive? Doesn’t it get annoying when trying to drive so fast and worry about something in your mouth? What if you choke on it when trying to give warnings? Yet how does Y/n make things look so easy like it’s not even bothering them at this point? It was something he would always question but wasn’t sure how to bring it up. All he could do was drive and enjoy the sound of rain hitting the car and the wipes wiping the rain away. The music playing softly by the radio before going through the long drive to get there. It was relaxing, one way to relax before going to bed.

“You know the question I’m gonna ask by now right big guy?”

Turing into the parking space, Han turned off the car, letting the rain cover the windows while looking at Y/n, who was still staring out the rain covered windshield before turning to face him. Locking eyes with the dim apartment lighting, the two both leaned back in their seats feeling more comfortable. Y/n taking out the sucker slowly while staring at him. Seeing Han’s eyes flicker between their eyes and their lips, trying so hard to maintain eye contact. No need to rush a response, planning it out was the hard part. How does one not sound stupid when coming to confess something? But also what if it wasn’t even true? Being Fueled with adrenaline during a rush of a mission, and how does one even get through this?

“I know what I like, but it’s also too early to really do anything. I saw the chance and went for it.”

“With your boss and coworkers right there with the door open before I could get out? I know I’m hot but you’ve only see me in baggy clothes, a mask and sunglasses. You like the mystery behind these glasses?”

“I do, and I know there’s something pulling me to you. I’m going to find what it is and when I do, it’ll take my boss and Hyunjin to pry me off you.”

“Claiming me before anyone else at work can even get the chance? Bold move Mister.”

“Claiming you before anyone else even outside the job, I don’t share with others.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, Y/n leaned over and kissed Han on the cheek. Fixing his sunglasses and getting out of the car, closing the door and waving to Han as he walked to the door. Doing the same thing and watched him from the glass door. Inside Han was just sitting there, slowly blinking as he stared out the door before starting the car. Seeing the wipes push away the rain and just seeing Y/n standing there, their hat was taken off but their sunglasses remained on. He just sat there, holding the steering wheel while staring. He wanted to go inside, but he needed to hang low and get away before the others started bugging him to come home and would come drag him before anything else. So with a long dragged out sigh, Han pulled out the parking spot and started the drive home.

Y/n walking up the stairs to their nearly empty apartment, seeing the boxes being left with labels while he was deep cleaning every nook and cranny before anyone else could’ve come inside. Mainly before the landlord walked in trying to do an expectation. His place was good, he was using an air mattress to sleep on with a small pillow with nothing else. Using small noodle cups to eat out off since his pots and pans were in a storage unit till he could move in the house. IN the morning Y/n planned on driving over to check out the house, maybe it would be unlock but Y/n would send Chan a text before walking inside. He just wanted a walk through alone before anything else.

But that was for the morning.

Getting the Okay from Chan, Y/n took their own smaller car and started the drive. Getting the address and being told the key would be in the mailbox and the beginning at the long driveway. The music filled drive was full of song singing and screaming the lyrics. Feeling good about himself and finally getting out and being able to enjoy himself. Since they were having to stay low, they could be themselves without having to worry about cops or even neighbors looking over.

But they always kept the hat and sunglasses in case Han was home and looking out. Since the house was down and knowing how nosey everyone in that team can be, they would know when they're seeing a car drive down the gated street. Chan also texting them the code to type in and say into the speaker to get inside. Making it protected, something they liked but would get annoying coming back with groceries and whatnot, having to move everything here was going to be a problem, but maybe something could be arranged, it was mainly just picking out new things and what colors to go with. Having the okay to paint anything, the possibles were endless, but that was more fun. Having the freedom to paint anything, choose the outside layout and everything, it was excited.

Turing down the music and putting in the codes and slowly driving past the houses before getting to the last one, parking close to the mailbox and walking up and opening it, taking the key and driving further up the driveway and circling around to the front door. Turning off the car and getting out, Y/n slowly walked around the outside for the front, it wasn’t too empty, some bushes and stone pathway leading up to the front door with some fancy lighting. Slowly walking up to the door before hearing their name being called out with a questioning tone. He knew Han would come when they heard the gate opening. It was like a calling, who knew these two would be pulled to each other like magnets.

“Y/N? You got the house on the end? Thought I was going crazy when I saw your car.”

Y/n nodded his head, putting his hands in his pants pocket while watching Han jog up the driveway, wearing a black tank top with sweatpants. Showing off his arms more than normal. Seeing Y/n with the usual sunglasses but no hat this time, letting his hair fly free with the sunny weather.

“Yeah, I wanted to walk through here and check it out. Plan what I want for each room, I saw there was a pool in here with a bar, so I wanted to plan that out. You trying to join me or stand there looking sweaty.”

Wiping the sweat with the towel on his shoulders, Han smirked some before nodding his head, holding his hands in defeat but kept his hands up.

“What can I say, I won’t lie, besides I finished my workout set with Changbin. Hope you don’t mind smelling me through the walkthrough.”

“Just don’t stink the entire house, I don’t know what candles I want to use for a natural smell.”

The two letting out their own chuckles while Y/n unlocked the door and walked inside. Being greeted with the large living room with a view of the large kitchen, and windows showing the backyard where the pool layout was. It was something else. Taking off their shoes and slowly walking around, Y/n leading the way and just walking around, looking at the plain walls and empty spaces and walls. Walking around and debating what to get and how to plan it out. It was something else, and knowing that Han was going to be here, maybe the others could be there to help move in things? At least that’s what Y/n planned on doing anyway, why hire movers when he knows Han is going to use that as an excuse to move things inside? Getting the biggest truck he could get his hands on and help move things and set.

“What are you thinking about? At least concept wise?”

“For down here? Just relaxing. Nothing too bold, the kitchen is gonna be fancy, I plan on doing a lot in there. But the rooms are all upstairs so I want to check those out, I know my room is going to be a mixture of red and black, if not that, there might be some blues, fancy things in there.”

“There’s a room with a balcony facing the street, maybe that can be your room?”

“Trying to see me in a robe buck naked to jerk off to back there?”

“Hey, I have manners not to peak inside. I’d come over to see that. With permission of course.”

“Uh huh, come on lover boy.”

Walking the spiral staircase, to look into each room, there were 4 bedrooms in total. The big one had it’s own attachments, large closet, its own bathroom with a sunk in tub with some speakers to play some music. This one needed some large things, maybe a large bed, some fluffy rugs on the sides and some seats around the windows. Curtains and a setup to play some games, but that would all depend on if there was a theater room, just sitting there and watching movies and playing games, getting along and whatnot, it was something else. But maybe Han could go with them and plan it out. Maybe making it a date in Han’s eyes since he would enjoy that. Everyone knew he would.

“What colors were you thinking of using?”

“Hm, well you guys have to lie low, I can go get some pain checked out and look for it. Unless you can find a way getting past it.”

“Come with me, I got something for that.”

Raising a brow, Y/n followed outside and locked the house, following behind still and getting to Han’s house. His house wasn’t too bad, some things being left out but they would get cleaned later. For now he needed to get himself together. After all, he smells, and he doesn’t want that to ruin anything, so he planned on taking a shower really quickly and getting dressed, but Hyunjin was over just being a mess in Han’s kitchen, stealing some food because he didn’t feel like cleaning his own dishes. Everyone having keys to everyone house and being allowed to walk in, but only when the others were home or it was an emergency.

“Give me like, 20 minutes to get ready and I’ll drive you. Hyunjin is here- HEY HYUN, WE HAVE GUEST OVER BEHAVE.”

Seeing Hyunjin peak from the kitchen, waving while eating some food. Covering his mouth and saying hello and to come join him in the kitchen while they waited. Han was quick to run upstairs and get himself ready. He had to put his best self on and prove he can wear something else and still be under cover and not getting caught. Yet the other two were just sitting in the kitchen and eating some left over pancakes Han made earlier before knowing he was having guest over. At least not so early in the morning. But the two of them were just having a conversation.

“I have to ask, how did you get this man's head over heels? He hates moving after an hour workout with Changbin.”

“I truthfully don’t have an answer for you. All I really did was have a sucker, and drive around. Maybe he got curious what’s under my sunglasses.”

“You have that man over there running the moment he got to put his weights down. He ran outside just to get there before you walked inside.”

Taking a bite with a nod, Y/n was showing a smirk, he knew he had Han wrapped around his fingers but not like this. But it was still interesting, seeing. H man from a dangerous and growing mafia fold over a driver. I wonder are you gonna date him?”

“He has something to figure out something before that, but I’m not opposed to it. But even then I want to wait a while and get used to this life. Can’t start dating when I’m brand new in the game, that’s like walking into a locker room only to see naked men.”

Letting out a loud belly laugh, Hyunjin fell on the table while Y/n sat down their cup and started laughing. Han still getting ready while putting on some loose clothes with his shirt tucked in, wearing a bracelet and watch, spraying some cologne before walking downstairs with his shoes in hand. Hearing the laughter and tilting his head, walking down his long staircase before leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. One of his backup phones in his pocket while holding up his own pair of sunglasses, after all he had to match with his crush now didn’t he?

At first Han wanted to question but sometimes asking questions would lead to something else, and he just wanted to take them to get some colors before fully moving inside their new house. But seeing that Han was ready, his shirt showing some of his chest, and overall feeling confident. Getting up after taking their last sip and walked over to him, looking at his outfit and giving it a smell. Nodding his head just a little but mad he didn’t bring any suckers for the car ride or just to tease Han yet. Maybe they could buy some driving around for a while. But the place they were going too wasn’t too busy, and the owners and employees know him and would do their best to get the pair out in case any police walked inside trying to ask too many questions or they were trying to walk away.

“Got all dressed up for me in fifteen minutes? I feel special.”

“Uh huh, come on speedy, you can pick all the colors you want.”

Waving to hyunjin, who was coming down and gave them a smirking look while they walked to the garage, getting inside han’s black car and starting the car. Giving Y/n the phone to pick whatever song he wanted while he drove. Watching Y/n get comfortable in the car and just scroll through the random playlist Han had. Picking a song just to get the car something while feeling relaxed. Not going too far into the city, but it was still a drive back home. But that was the fun part, making it into a fun little date whenever they could and just going with it to see where it would.

He didn’t bring a crazy expensive car, and parking the car just a little farther from the door. Han helped them get out before walking inside the store, smelling the mixture if paints and just slowly following behind Y/n, who still had on their sunglasses while walking around. Looking at some colors while trying to think of what they wanted, maybe hiring a painter who could get inside and make their vision come to life, or do it alone. But given how fast time would fly when working hard, who knows what would happen? It was something else but who knew what was going to happen when walking around?

Each room would have their own style and vibe to it, with the hallway trying to pull it all together or make it a surprise when walking into a room. But sometimes finding the right color would be harder than most, since he was also looking at countertops for the kitchen and back splash, trying to imagine things while asking Han for his input. Needing some outside input from someone trusted would make it better. It was more helpful than asking someone else.

“You’re thinking too hard about this, pick two colors like this, and think, which room do you want to go with? If you don’t like it, quickly put it down and grab another one instead of trying to look at every color.”

“And which countertop would you like to go with? I’m thinking black and gold for the kitchen, too many homes I’ve been in have white or some form of a brighter color.”

“Definitely black and gold, maybe cracked like this? Slowly putting it together while having this as a back splash?”

Spending the day looking at colors, picking some and labeling them for each room. Getting more than just one can because who know what could happen, and of course Han paid for everything, helping carry some bags to the car. Carefully putting them inside while texting some people, he knew some painters who would come over for half the price. Maybe even suggest some looks and then maybe another day they could look at appliances. it was clear the pair would try to look at everything together. From things for the kitchen to the pool. But the bedroom would all be Y/n’s choice and for people to see at a later date and time. How else to surprise Han with something? But there was something bothering him while he was sitting there in the driver's seat. Looking over to Y/n with a thinking look, while Y/n had their eyes closed and their head leaned back.

There was a color they picked out for a room, it was his best friend favorite color, and they got excited about it. And Han wanted to question, but something was stopping him. Maybe it was the feelings and enjoyed looking at him and taking in the view. The Sunset lighting shinning on their skin, he was loving the sight, but wanted to kiss them as well. But maybe when they actually got home, but this time he couldn’t drive them since Y/n drove their own car. But seeing Y/n like this, watching Y/n look over to him with a raise brow. He knew there was a question rising, but he wanted to see what would Han say before he tried to start the conversation.

“You reminded me of someone today speedy.”

“Oh yeah, who’s that special person?”

“I liked them in high school, we always had calls trying to study with each other and they would let me cheat off their best while slowly tracing the answers with their foot. I’m mad I fell out of contact with them, but I was becoming serious in the gang life so I left after graduation to protect them. But his favorite color was the same color you got excited about.”

Y/n smirked before rubbing his face, finally taking off his sunglasses while looking over to Han, who tilted his head before seeing it and his smile got wide. Jumping on his seat while leaning over the middle console. His eyes quickly moving around while his mind put everything together. But he never knew things were rough, but how does someone who studied every day for every subject turn to speed racing and now driving him around in high-speed chases. The fact he used to hang around Hyunjin the entire time too when Han was gone, Hyunjin would keep him busy and the two would always start laughing at something.

He had a smirk on his face, poking his cheek with his tongue while nodding his head slightly. Leaning back in his seat while the pair just stared at each other, blinking only slightly before Han leaned up and started the car. Shaking his head while he drove out the parking lot while trying to keep himself calm and not jump around. Had to play off the cool guy act and make it work somehow. But Y/n knew his friend, he could see the look in his eyes while watching him drive to drop off all the paint at home. He already had some people who would come by tomorrow to figure out the house, making sure everything looked good before adding new things inside to make the house feel more like home and not an empty shell.

“Explains why you had to leave me high and dry. Damn Hyunjin and Changbin look so different now. But I wonder how did you meet the leader? Was he in any classes?”

“Chan was in a lot of honor classes, but also missed some days given that he had started the gang. He hand picked all of us and said after graduation we had to get serious about it. SO far we’re getting there, handling loose ends and getting funds we’re owed. But you see how that goes, you really wanted to stay here in this gang life?”

“It pays bills Han, I remain faceless and nameless, I get paid a hefty sum, and moving into a new home and making it my own. That’s an upgrade from hearing people having sex all around me. Besides by the looks of it I got someone who can get free movers and painters.”

Letting out a hearty laugh, Han shook his head while he drove and pulled into the parking lot. He was glad to reunite with his best friend, and this was something he could do. Offer help anyway he could, bringing people and treating his crush like the king Y/n is in his eyes. Smiling while helping them get the paint cans in the garage while offering to leave labels for the painters he had, proving Y/n’s point that he would do his best to help with the move and make things just feel easy when coming home. Offering anything he could while Y/n walked back to his car, he had more things to sell and planned on looking at other things, maybe things for their own bedroom since it meant Y/n could move in while having his own place to lie in his own bed, take a shower without worrying about the bill for using it and making a meal.

“Wait a minute.”

Looking over to Han, their hat tilted to the side while han walked over and kissed them once again, His hands resting on their sides while having them up against the car. Feeling Y/n’s hands on his shoulder while keeping him pressed against the driver's side window. Enjoying the soft feeling of Y/n’s hands slowly go up to his hair and holding onto it. Han’s hands keeping him steady on the car while slightly pulling away, before going in for another kiss. Softly doing so while letting out a soft and relaxed sigh, finally yet slowly pulling away and looking at the situation they were in. It was going too fast; the attraction was pulling each other to fast and harder to pull away from each other. How does one work with that?

“How are we going to work like this Han? I’ve only been back in your life for a week, yet here we are kissing each other.”

“I don’t know what we’re gonna do, but I know one thing for sure, I’ll do everything in my power to never lose you again. No matter he hard I have to fight, understand? Now get home and let me make sure your new phone has my number. This one is connected to his computer, he doesn’t need to see what goes on between us.”

Being set on the hood of their car, Y/n pulled out their phone and handed it Han, watching him go through and checking their old contacts. Smiling at his old photo of him speaking over the camera just to show himself. He took a new photo and updated the contact. Handing it back over with a cheek kiss before helping them get inside the car, watching them drive away while walking across the street to his own home. He knew he would have to call Chan and explain it, after all, given through the years he trusted Chan, but the hard part was owning to it and knowing the test he would have to go through. But in this life you had to take risk, why be in this life if the risk scared you? Having to get through it was more rewarding than finding a cheat code.

So with a heavy sigh, he called Chan on his spare phone, standing in his driveway while pacing around. Knowing Hyunjin was watching because he always stays up late whenever he knew someone was going out late, he always waited till they walked inside their house and flicked the lights four times, showing he was home and safe. But seeing Han pace around in the driveway after having a make out, he knew what he was planning. That was worrying to him, things were moving too fast for everyone to get used to but he knew Chan would go easy on him. Sure it wouldn’t look that way to others outside the circle, but knowing how brutal Chan can be when trying to prove himself, some punishments were better than some. But what was scarier is trying to come open about this. Coming from an outside source would make things harder, but coming from Han might make it a challenge, but that was the fun part, now wasn’t it?

Sitting in the chair facing Chan was something almost everyone feared if he hadn’t called for you himself, knowing you had something to tell him and he was going to hang onto every word just to make sure he was hearing the person correctly. If he was going to give a response, he needed to take some time creating a response, whether that be from a friend or from a boss. Something about how fast he could switch was scary to some, it was great for him to show others how fast he’s ready to go from being your friend to killing someone. And here he was, sitting across from Han in the office while watching Han stand with his hands behind his back and trying to figure out how to spill it.

“You’re free to respond at anytime. You have nothing else on schedule.”

“You’re going to kill me or try to move people around but that would make things harder for you and we don’t need that truly.”

“Han just tell me before I make this worse when you know I don’t want to.”

“I like my driver, not like a best friend way but I like them, and I know you have a test for when someone says they like someone in the group. I only ask this, out of everything, don’t fire them. Y/n does their best to get us all out and is just getting settled. I rather I take on whatever you throw on me before going to them.”

Seeing Chan raise a brow with a smirk on his face, he knew Han was always someone to trust. He knew from day one Han would be trustworthy, it would just take a lot of trails and ready to fight each other before getting there. Now just sitting here on a wooden chair while rubbing his hands together, now how was he going to do this? He had a month to get this handled and see what he liked. If Han passed the test, then he could date Y/n without issues. If he failed something bad would have to happen to Y/n, no matter if Y/n begged or tried to make a deal, they’d be dead within seconds.

So standing there with Chan after making that proposal, he knew Chan would have something planned and it would slowly becoming true and soon He would have to make a choice. But he was ready to take a risk, if he could do it the others could do it. Seeing the look on Chan’s face, the plans were already coming together. Wanting to see how much he could take while protecting the person he loves, while having his life on the line. He wanted to be surprised; he wanted to be proven wrong about his men and their emotions and this was the start.

“You know this means risking your life with your crew that you wanted to lead. Do you really want to risk them like this? Over someone you had an on crush on in high school?”

“This life is about risk sir, we all take risk even going on drives not being on missions. I’m willing to take it all and handle it myself.”

“Hm, okay. I’ll think of something, I take it something happened with Y/n today for you to make this choice?”

“Yes Sir. I helped them pick out paint for the house and offered to handle everything.”

Chan had a smirk on his face while letting out a chuckle. Leaning his head back while clapping his hands softly, Han standing there with his hands in his pockets. Chan was gonna plan something, but he was free to go home, so he walked to his car, head down while his hair was swaying around, he knew he was screwed but at least he was getting it out of the way, since if this was serious, Han would have to be serious and wanting to keep that person next to him for life.

“Jisung falling for the driver, oh I can’t wait to see how this will go.”

Walking through the house, seeing the painting designs Han helped picked, they were in love with it. Seeing how everything was tying together while some appliances were being installed. The fridge, the oven, the washing and dryers, a tv mount with speakers. Lighting being installed in certain rooms, but there was something bothering Y/n, han would come by and look hurt. Sometimes Having a busted lip or some cuts on his cheek, but he wouldn’t tell Y/n. Knowing how they are would make them confront Chan, which might either make things worse or better he wasn’t sure if he wanted to take that chance yet.

Yet that didn’t stop Y/n from walking to his house and using a key to open the door. He was getting moved in and Han gave him a spare key. So here he was just walking inside the house and seeing Han laying on his couch while panting. He looked more worn out than normal, hissing with each movement while faint bruises showing on his arms. He was getting stronger, but he was also dealing with more. His eyes stayed closed just listening his surroundings. He thought hyunjin or Changbin walked inside and might tease him. But when he heard slow footsteps, he opened his eyes slowly, seeing Y/n walk closer with his arms crossed and a raised eyebrow. He was looking at the injuries, seeing what was worse and where he needed more care.

He saw the look in Y/n’s eyes, part of him felt like he was getting lectured soon with just eye contact. Now how could he get out of this situation? Even in high school Y/n would give Han looks when he was trying out for sports and got hurt. Or if Han got hurt and tried to play it off, Y/n always gave him a look when walking to the nurse's office, or making sure Han got checked out before coming to school and trying things the next day. If Han wasn’t okay he wasn’t doing anything, though the best Y/n could do in this point was take care of Han’s injuries. If he started lying about it He would get the ear tug from Y/n that always made him whine and fall to his knees almost depending on how hard Y/n would tug him closer or down.

“Oh Hey Y/n…”

“I take it this came from the main office since you’ve been going there a lot?”

He watched Han slowly nod his head, trying to get up only for Y/n to put his hands up, making him stop before trying to move.

“Not much I can do there, I get there. Now, where else does it hurt? Because clearly you’re aching everywhere and I don’t think you telling me it’s okay will end well for you.”

Han explained how everything was aching while trying to ask questions about the house. Maybe wanting to drive off the conversation while Y/n just kept nodding along while taking mental notes. Despite Han’s squad lying low, during this month Y/n was getting called in to do other drives for other squads. None of them were really relaxing or funny, sometimes it was getting rid of bodies in different cars. Sometimes it was driving more supplies, each job he was getting paid more, but he never spoke to anyone unless he was spoken too. Having the earbuds in with the sucker on the side, sunglasses hiding his eyes while he was getting little updates on his old squad. Waiting for the time he could go back to having funny drives and nothing more.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen Loverboy. I’m going to run you a bath with some salts, you’re gonna stay in there for 30 minutes and relax before you even think about getting out. During that I’ll leave some lotion out and whatever else you want, then I’m coming down here and I’m cooking. I know fridge is full because Hyunjin ordered you an entire fridge full. After that you’re sitting here since you’re not bleeding and I highly doubt you’d be here if so. Now fight me on this I’m throwing you over my shoulder in front of the window and watching Hyunjin run over here, got it?”

With each word Y/n got closer, soon nearly leaning down with their hand pressed against the wall while leaning down to Han. Watching his eyes get wide while he was blinking rapidly, his face lit up with shock while he quickly nodded his head, looking down to see he had a growing problem but hoped that Y/n didn’t notice it. But he stayed still while he watched Y/n walk upstairs and get things handled. Han just laid there while rubbing his chest some, but he had a smile on his face the entire time while giggling some. It was a new feeling, but he was enjoying it.

But Y/n helped Han walk upstairs and get in the shower, looking with no shame and making sure Han was comfortable in the shower. Playing some music next to him while leaving the door open so he could call for help if needed. But Y/n walked downstairs and just made something quick he knew Han liked, at least form his knowledge. His home was slowly becoming how he always pictures it, just adding some touches here and there, some more garden work to have a space outside and nothing just bland with his imagination running wild. He was creating a home, not just a place of work but somewhere he could sit and call home. Just adding touches that always seemed out of reach when having little money.

He didn’t mind helping Han when he was in pain, or just needed that extra shoulder. He did just that throughout the day, helped Han get comfortable enough to eat. Poking his cheeks just a little too, helping him get something to drink before getting him comfortable enough to rest. Something about today just felt right, but he didn’t want it to end just yet. He wanted to stay with Y/n just a little longer, just to feel safer and not alone in his home anymore. That always bugged him just a little, Y/n was getting a place of his own, but what if they wanted to live together, whose house would they pick? Y/n’s house seemed to have just about everything. Could they move in together or would it be better for them to have separate houses? His mind always seemed to trail off when thinking about this topic. But he never seemed to bring it up, he wanted Y/n to enjoy it first, watch it all come into play and layout perfectly. Then maybe they can ask about it.

“Hey Y/n, is your room completely done yet?”

Feeling nervous about it, Han was just laying in his bed, watching Y/n slowly get up and turn to him. Raising a brow with a smirk on his face, hands sliding right back into his pockets.

“Loverboy wants me to stay over? You got those sparkle eyes you used to shown when you wanted my food.”

“Oh, hush you always gave it over, anyway. But seriously though, do you want to stay over? I mean it beats just coming over here early in the day when you leave your apartment. Isn’t that place already deep cleaned by now? This way you can stay closer and get things handled easier.”

“Han, just say you wanted me to stay over, the answer is yes regardless Weirdo. But your hoodies are mine now, so good luck getting those back.”

With a loud whine, Han watched Y/n walk into the closet and got themselves comfortable, it was already late. Most of the day spent helping han and making him laugh. Only a couple times did Y/n have to go back to the house, but that was just to make sure things looked how Y/n had planned. Something needed to be changed just a little, but those were easy fixes and quickly handled. Meaning now Y/n could start picking furniture for some spaces, their bedroom being the first one, the kitchen being next, soon the dinning room, living room, and the rest would be further down the line just to see. But for now it was just one step at a time. After all, the fun part as making each room slowly come to life in their own way. But now, Y/n just laid there in Han’s arms.

He didn’t feel any worse; he was happy where he was. But there was always that creeping feeling that something was going to happen, it scared him. Would he be able to push through with it? Make it on the other side and not nearly lose his mind? Sometimes thoughts like these kept him awake at night into the early hours. He was worried, paranoid even. But he knew one thing for sure, nothing was stopping him from keeping the love of his life.

No one knows how fast it was happening, but it clear Y/n had one goal in mind. Getting everyone out of the situation as fast as possible. Despite the sirens going off in the distance, Y/n played off the victim act, pointing at the running gangsters that were running and still trying to shoot them down. Saying he needed an escort to get his friends away. With the help of that, he could get Han, Hyunjin, Changbin and Chan all the car with pressure on their wounds and sped off. Driving to the north one, being the best one that was held down despite also bleeding from his head. There was no cool sunglasses, hat and a sucker to keep him calm and relaxed. There was only speeding away in a broken car, some windows being broken in, some doors having dents in them, and some blood being smeared on the seats while more blood started to pool.

Using Chan’s phone, after getting permission from the groaning leader, he made a call. Saving the long lost greetings from another time.

“Yes Sir?”

That voice sounded so familiar, with the shocked look on Y/n’s face while making quick sharp turns going through lights and making sure no one else got hit. Though it was a tricky situation and more anxiety filled with many cars that took forever to move to the side or stop when they needed to. But there was no Stopping Y/n from driving away.

“Lee Know? It’s Y/n from Jisung’s squad, everyone’s shot, and Boss man sent me to the hospital you’re in. Are we clear of cops? I got three behind me but I’m pretty sure their going to arrest everyone. They look too good to be on our side?”

“Y/n?! What the fuck? You know what- we can ask questions later. If you have Chan’s phone then he’s been shot too. But yes bring them here, I have rooms to hide them and camera crew to handle video footage. We have undercover cops who will handle them. I’ll be at the front entrance with the large archway. I take it the loud tire screeching is you I’m hearing?”

“Yes. Now how haul your ass here and help me get these fuckers inside.”

Having to turn the car wheels to make a safe stop, Y/n parked the car and started flying open doors when seeing more staff members rushing out with Gurney’s and getting everyone on the beds. Hearing Lee Know’s voice echoing to get them to certain rooms and rushing them inside while guards did their best to stop the cops from getting inside. He rushed to get Y/n into a private room with other trained doctor's Chan hand picked out to make sure everyone else would get treated without having to fear being exposed to the authorities and having to wait to handle them. Laying Y/n on the bed and hooking them up to IV bags as needed while checking for another traces of blood. But he was focusing on the bleeding from their head. Leaning over and making sure the blood wasn’t too deep.

Telling the nurse what he needed and how much gas he needed to put Y/n to sleep since checking their head would be more painful with him awake. Asking the 2nd nurse for any blood spots. There would have to be more test on all five of them, making sure nothing else was too severe and wouldn’t get worse overtime. He had panic in his eyes, but he remained professional and made sure he followed everything by the book, unless he needed to pull some tricky calls, but if they got everyone safe, it didn’t matter. It felt like everything was slow, despite how fast everyone was moving their hands to make sure they did what they needed to.

By the time everyone was done, it was leading into the next day. Some needed blood donations, emergency surgery to remove the bullet’s that were stuck in places that were dangerous. Although some needed bandage wraps around their hands, for their arms and in Y/n’s case, their head. It was a chaotic, filled night, especially with some police officers barging in only to get lead by undercover cops only to be handled otherwise. Being taken far elsewhere and would get reported back to. But his main worry was Y/n, something that kept him up and staying up while checking the five members. Some were asleep, others were waking up and trying to make sense of everything. Chan was the first one to wake up.

His eyes were wide before he let out a pained groan. His side being wrapped in bandages on his left hand. Lee Know was inside checking his vitals and reports, It was clear he didn’t leave, nor did he sleep, but kept himself focused with everyone's vitals, and checkerboards and making sure nothing happened. Drinking coffee to keep himself awake and suing some pills to do so. He was worried, but he knew they won in the end, sure he needed to check but for right now, he wanted to make sure Chan was alright. Knowing he would take the blame the most for his members who all rushed to get him and everyone else to safety.

“Lee Know? How is everyone else doing? Did anyone die last night?”

“Chan, breathe. No one died, Changbin had a dislocated shoulder, Han has a broken arm, Hyunjin has some broken ribs and needed surgery to remove a bullet in his side, like you. And Y/n needed stitches on the right side of their head. Other than that, no one died.”

Putting down the clipboard and looked over to Chan, he saw the look on his face. The pain in his eyes but also the relief no one died. Also meaning no cops got inside to look for and lock the place down, since they would be seen as a great threat and needed to be handled with care. And clearly going in under-prepared was deathly. But that didn’t mean Chan wasn’t worried about everyone, but he knew something about Lee know was wrong, The look in his eyes seemed more lost than normal.

“Minho, what are you thinking about. You’re not here I can see it in your eyes. Is someone’s injuries more sever than the others?”

Watching Lee know look over, he blinked a couple times. Getting his focus back while clearly his throat, and running his hands through his hair. But he needed to get himself together, Making sure the bed was right so Chan didn’t have to sit up, but up enough to make some pain. Making sure no pain was too high, and that he was comfortable enough to sit while responding t Lee Know, after all he did his job, he got more connections and made things slightly easier for handling their missions and shipment records.

“The new squad driver is my Ex. Me and Y/n used to date when we were still street racers. But we broke up because Y/n wanted to get paid for racing and move out. But I wanted to stay since I had to leave three days later. But seeing them trying to get the doors opened scared me more when seeing everyone else trying to stay awake despite losing blood.”

Chan wanted to laugh, he had that smirk on his head and softly shake his head. Lee know and Han having a crush on the same person, though han was happily dating them without a care in the world and just happy to be flirting with them in their own homes now. He almost wanted to just bust out laughing, he went from a life threating situation, waking up and wanted to make sure his members were okay to now being in the middle of a feud, if someone could even call it that. His best doctor, and one of his best men having feelings for the same person, which could either be the safest situation or dangerous depending on the feelings.

He could only look at him, shaking his head slightly before trying to think of the best course of action for this situation. But it overall wasn’t in his control to do so. Both men needed to talk to Y/n about their feelings but they also needed to give it time, this was a lot and clearly it was going to grow as time passed. Not to mention Lee know needed to stay in the north until Chan got a hospital built near the base, and having his best men having lookout to make sure no one else tried to take control from under his feet. It was going to make things more covered, but more interesting to Chan because he got to watch from the sidelines and have fun watching the two boys try to figure out what they wanted to do with their lover now.

“So you and Han have a crush on the same person, though Han has made a lot of moves towards them. I doubt he knows you’re their ex since you’ve never talked about them before. But You two would need to talk this out. And clearly have to talk it out with Y/n since you’ve hated going on missions and ended up being the medic. And those two are on the front lines, Y/n has no plans to stop being said driver, and Han enjoys being on the front lines making sure people know better. So whatever you two need to talk about, do so when he wakes up, you know Han is more cranky when he’s on pain and in a panic.”

Seeing the smirk on Chan’s face, Lee know felt himself getting embarrassed but he could handle that, what scared him more was talking to Han about it since Han ha always been possessive of someone he would eventually fall in love with, how was he supposed to even try to talk this out with him and not be seen as a creep? Sure their great friends but that doesn’t equal access to date whoever he wanted Han had a crush on. All he wanted to see is if he and Han could make it work, which scared him just a little.

But he was right, they needed to time to process everything and make more improvements with situations. But one thing that Chan loved about his men, is that they could always find a solution, even if someone didn’t like it they could all work together and figure it out for the better. Which is why he hand picked each one of them and did his best to make it work. But it all depended on making sure they took careful steps when going to each other, after all, having dangerous men who like someone and are used to using violence or words to make them act out. That could be a dangerous situation, but knowing his men this would be more of a playful fight before worse.

But that didn’t stop Lee know from checking on everyone else, here he was making sure his friends were being taken care. He didn’t bring it up to Han, right now he was just groggy and in pain. And he was cold, but he knew he’d rather be cold than talking about some relationships. He made sure he had something to eat, but he also needed to check on Y/n, but that was the hard part. He still felt the same emotions he did before, but he knew it was impossible for now. So here he was, tired but walking over to their secret room with a soft knock before walking inside. Opening the door slightly to walk inside and closing it.

Looking over to See Y/n eating some food and drinking some apple juice. He seemed more relaxed, but he looked over to Lee know with a soft look, but he also standoffish, since this was their first time talking in years. Not even a “Can we talk” text or surprise visit, but seeing where he was, it made sense, but didn’t mean it didn’t hurt still despite trying to get things settle for the better. But he never thought he’d be nervous about talking to his ex after so many years, and in a setting like this no less. But he still needed to do his rounds before going to sleep, despite knowing the lack of sleep was showing on his face.

“You look like the coffee is coming for you Lee Know. You panicked that bad about everyone last night?”

“Y/n, you called in a panic and everyone was in bad shape, how could I not panicked?”

Y/n shrugged while pushing the empty tray to the side, leaning back against the bed with their arms crossed and seemingly no feelings in their eyes despite their head being in pain. Yet here he was, trying so hard to look carefree in front of Lee know but how does one even get there? How does one get in this situation and trying to look not caring despite failing badly? But he had a job to do, and despite the emotions, he was getting it done. So he walked to the clipboard and checked slowly, it was painful since he could feel Y/n’s eyes on his. Despite him trying to keep looking, nothing was making it. But he could make it.

“So this explains why you tried to stay when I wanted to leave. You went to mister scary man in a different room? Damn how did that go for you?”

“Everyone starts out as a more frontline, I moved to the medic. I don’t like the loud car rides.”

“That coming from a street racer who used to make his car spin out when I was inside?”

“You laughed and smiled every time, how could I not?”

Looking over to Y/n, he had a questioning look but his eyes still sparkled with the bright room lighting. Y/n looking at him in the same light, trying to hide his smile but he was failing. The both of them were since everything just felt more smooth, but he could see it in Y/n’s eyes, he was confused about it. He didn’t know what to do, but he still had to try something. But right now, the person in his care is his responsibility, and afterwards he could make it. And seeing Lee know blink to look away, clearing his throat and setting down the clipboard. Wiping his hands on his jacket before slipping them in his pockets, looking over and letting out a slow breathe while blinking still. Despite Y/n chuckling some.

“You’re still just as nervous, damn I must be great for having two of you swooning over me just being myself.”

“So you knew about that?”

“Lee you make it obvious and so has Han, though I will say, he’s a better kisser.”

“Now Y/n, you’re under my care, I can’t just forget all of that, but you also need to rest.”

Watching Lee know try to back away, it was clear he could feel something, but it was time to leave before he did something he would soon regret. Besides, he just needed to check and make sure nothing was hurting too and anymore, making sure the recovery process was taking its full course before he could rest in the break room. Knowing he would fall asleep on the table and would wake up at the slightest loud alarm. But for now he just needed that rest, but he could feel y/n’s hands on his jacket. But he stepped away and walked out of the room. Letting out a loud sigh before walking down the hall, he could feel sleep coming to take his Toul and he needed to rest on something or he would fall asleep standing up.

This life just got more interesting.

“So you mean to tell me, you used to date my boyfriend. And since you came to work with Chan you broke up but didn’t have tome to get their new number because of the mission here and after seeing them against from the mission gone wrong you have feelings back again?”

Looking at Lee know’s guilty face despite him making sure all the test and charts are in the clear. But he was still true to make sure his friends were okay, he’s kept them all here for a couple days. Making sure no one else had some drastic changes, and they were also in the clear to return home. Though it was proving to be difficult, but it was getting handled slowly, police forcers were being cleared. Those with good intentions were still there, but they had to be sure to never betray their new leader. If they did, they would have more problems than not, staying here was safer than trying to leave. But everyone had homes to return to, cars to drive and chaos to start.

Yet here they were, Han having a smirk on his face but he was happy. He felt better, but seeing his once scary hyung was folding because of his ex who’s standing outside and doing stretches because he’s free to go home. Though Han can understand it, Y/n has grown in confidence, being more vocal about their wants and needs, knowing they have the attention of those around them and being proud to show it off. How could someone not find some of it interesting? And he races and can handle most situations, but that was also the hard part. Sitting on the top of the world, getting paid and having access to more places with no consequences to walking in. Walking into high end places and walking away without worrying about the bank.

“I feel weird because I want to date him again, but two things would be the problem, well three. Your feelings, my station since I have to be here and just, their alluring. But by now I know you’ve seen how they handled their strongest emotions or when they’ve gotten into.”

“Hyung, I know how this is going to go. Y/n is a thinker and can figure it out with nothing more then their thoughts. I will say though they’re wild, but can still pull just about anyone closer with ease like nothing could happen.”

All Lee know could do was nod his head while helping han get out the room. Everyone was clear to go, and besides keeping the driver waiting was never fun. Lee know walked with everyone since Chan wanted him to come outside and hear more information from him, just as he always does. Fixing his coat Lee know walked to see Y/n leaning against the car staring at the opening door. Han had his hands in his pockets while he walked over, only pulling them out to hold Y/n close and finally land a kiss he’s been dying to give, but since they were in hiding and more cops kept trying to get inside the hospital to look around, none of them could get out. Though sometimes y/n would sneak out to get some better food from the cafeteria and sneak back in their room like nothing happened.

But before Lee know had the chance to talk to Chan, he saw Y/n walking over after the kiss with Han, pulling his coat collar and gave him a kiss. Something lee know hasn’t felt in years, unless the pair would have heated makeout on top of Lee Know’s winning car in front of people just to prove he’s untouchable.

“Don’t work yourself to death, I’m not scared of dragging you to a back room and releasing stress. Got it?”

Rapidly blinking, Lee know nodded his head while watching Y/n walk back and sit in the driver's seat, Han being made to sit in the back so Chan can sit on the front. But Han knew better than to complain, since that would make him walk to the base, which could either go really well, or really poorly in that case.

“Stay here, if any loose ends show up, make sure it looks like an accident or medical issue. Or press the button, backup will arrive to handle it. You might get the chance to come back.”

Giving Y/n the signal, the car started, and he drove off back to the safe base. Chan had work to do, since he knew there was always someone waiting for him to leave either peacefully or planning something to kill him and take over. Which would never work out no matter how hard someone tried, planned it out the best they could or were just suffering as is. Though Chan planned on walking inside with all of them, his most dangerous yet successful squad that always got drivers handled, always came out alive and got things handled in ways he would approve of and make it work. It was brutal, some would say chaotic even.

The soft music filled car ride was slowly taking a dark turn while pulling into the long driveway where some men were surprised to see the busted up car still rolling, but the people inside still alive. Sure they had some bandages on their face and other body parts, but they were alive and standing like nothing happened. Parking the car closer to the garage entrance, the crew got out and walking inside, seeing how some loyal men instantly got the traitors on their knees while some were running to Chan’s main office. Where someone was trying to take over his position and log into the files. Getting the housing files, more into the north and east, but was stopped when the door got kicked inside and men held down the man. Chan smirking while Y/n walked closer just to grab their refill of suckers they missed having. They left a bag in Chan’s office so he had something to mess with instead of tapping his fingers.

“Call Felix, we’re gonna need help with the cleanup. Han, Changbin, you can call Seungmin to come help with the torture methods, I promised my son I’ll come over after the doctors let me go, he was worried when I didn’t come and pick him up. Y/n, you’re driving me in the different car, he doesn’t know exactly what I do and we’re keeping it that way.”

Putting a sucker in his mouth, Y/n did as they were told along with everyone else. Driving his boss to meet his Son after a long time, Y/n got to walk around and meet others for from their circle but kept important details to themselves. Watching Chan smile and actually be happy with everything. Driving them around to places his youngest who wanted to go by I.N., wherever he wanted to go. No money was the problem, I.N., got everything he wanted and got to have fun with his dad for the entire day. Despite Han and Y/n sending spicy messages to each other when they were left alone, though Han would do so while taunting those in front of him and left to die slowly and painfully.

But of course since they're at work, they make sure it’s all out of sight of their boss and making sure he has nothing to worry or question each other about. But no one had a plan to do much, driving around, running, using most energy torture someone for betraying their boss instead of making his job easier. By the time Chan was done with his son, tucking him in bed at his uncle's house after singing him to bed and holding him till he fell asleep. Y/n got to take him back home finally before returning him back home before going home themselves. Being around almost midnight by the time everything was said and done.

Walking inside his home and could finally get something to eat. Those two barely ate anything if it wasn’t ice cream or something sweet, but getting some actual food sounded even better to eat. Seeing some soft lights on in the kitchen, there was a small plate with something to drink with a note written by Han. Something cute and sweet.

We clearly finished before you, but I still made you something to eat and asked lee know hyung for some help with your pjs and such. Dealing with those two always means a long day ahead of you. Hopefully you enjoy it, I might be up so if you want me to come over, just send me a text. Preferably a peach one ;)

Love you - Hannie

Feeling touched at the gesture, Y/n slowly ate their late night dinner with their hand-picked drink. It was relaxing, knowing it would also be a quick wash since it was just those on. Walking upstairs sometime felt more like a challenge than not when everything hurts at once, but being able to go inside and see the bathroom ready for a bath despite how late it was. It felt amazing, running some warm bath water and letting their body relax in the bath ad getting dressed and laying in their bed in a more comfortable way, Y/n created a group chat with just the two of them. Showing how cute they can pose with their legs prepped opened with a wink and kiss before turning the phone off and going to bed.

Knowing they would try to get in or send more messages only to see them asleep and enjoying their dreams.

“Do you know how annoying and painful your teasing has been these past months? And when we’re all about to be asleep?”

Growling out, Han had Y/n in the back seat of the car, their clothes being slipped off with the windows slightly rolled down. Han was leaving kisses on the back of their neck with soft growls of want and desire. Wanting to rip off every piece of clothing he could before they had to get out of the car. They had to arrive at the hospital for something; they weren’t told what for but something about the ride differed from the others. Han was teasing, it started with soft touches, squeezes and some whispers before Y/n added to the fire. Letting out teasing moans, whimpers and overall just begging for attention while the drive seemed to get longer with no end.

And now the pair was in the back seat with tinted windows. Sitting in the parking spot they were told to wait in, having a heated and cramped make out in the back seat. Y/n pushed against the driver’s seat while han was trying to leave hickies on the right side of their neck. Y/n trying to lean their head over to leave him room but in a spot like this? The challenge just speaks for itself and doesn’t make things better. Yet the pair was determined to get something for it, getting kisses on their neck with no end.

“You started the touching Hannie, I just gave the noises you wanted to hear.”

Hoping no one would see how the car slightly shook or the sounds coming from the slightly cracked windows letting the cold air flow inside. Han moving Y/n down on the back seat with their fact facing the door. He couldn’t wait anymore, he needed to feel something wrapped around him, something tight that would never seem to let him go. Their clothes weren’t completely off, but dangling before hearing a knock. It made han stopped as he let out a loud whine, Y/n rolling his eyes before just swinging it opened, not caring if someone saw them naked but their eyes widen in shock while Han just rapidly blinked. Lee know stood there, in his uniform yet looked exhausted, but had a smirk on his face with a raised brow.

“Damn, in the car? Not ideal but crammed, and the window rolled because it’s hot? You might as well be doing that on the roof if you wanted a cold car.”

“Oh…shit… We’re picking you up?”

“Yeah, I’m moving back down there into the hospital after everything got handled. Chan says its best if I move in with one of you, since I would end up there, anyway. But thank you for the surprise greeting? Not sure if I could join since someone still needs to drive and only you two know where the houses are. Let the driver drive with a stubborn hard.”

Watching Han groan before agreeing, he already was twitching and didn’t feel like putting away his boner, everything was too painful but he knew he needed to calm down. But how does one do that when he knows Y/n is going to be a tease the entire car ride? Knowing the pair will look at the mirror from time to time just to see what Y/n was doing. How their eyes looked and just overall their body language. But Y/n did their job, sitting in the passenger seat with the men sitting in the back, feeling their eyes from the review mirror.

Y/n left their shirt a mess, showing the hickies Han left while parking the garage of their house, sure they could go to han’s but Y/n wanted to shower here and make food that was in the kitchen, and watch their show in the movie room knowing the other two, not just han, would spoil Y/n. After all that’s their darling, how could they say no?

No one got out of the car right away, even with the engine turned off everyone just sat in their seats, their breathes seeming to stop before Y/n opened their door. Closing it and walking to the garage door just to leave it opened, only to hear two doors close with footsteps coming over. The smirk was growing on Y/n’s face while walking down the hall only to get picked up by a needy and begging Han, his eyes having a begging look like he wanted nothing more than to just use the large couch that could easily fit all of them. The windows that were covered with the backwoods being the only thing to show, and just wanting to throw everything to the side and eat like a starving animal.

Dropping Y/n on the couch but having him flopped on his hands and knees, letting Lee know still have his ants and needs handled since clearly these two were going to enjoy themselves, but Han was desperate, whining like a begging dog for something to eat finally after being left alone for hours on end. The clothes finally being taken off with no worry of someone just barge in, with the loud array of noises being heard from the large angels of the house. Y/n spread their legs wide enough for Han, making sure he had a good view while his hoodie stayed pushed up to his shoulders. Y/n already covered in marks from Han, he could feel Han’s dick twitching from behind on his thigh and just wanted to find that perfect place no one could take from him, not even with Lee know in front of him.

Lee know leaning down to connect their lips in a heated make out despite the loud desperate moans being muffled from Y/n, their eyes being kept shut while their nails seemed to dig into the cushion under him. The feeling of Han’s hands roaming from their ass to the middle of their back just to feel something with his hands despite letting out his own low groans at the sight in front of him. Seeing Y/n and Lee know make out before pulling away, Lee know letting Han hear sounds he knew sounded better now than in his dreams.

The stretched out moans of pleasure with Y/n’s head being tilted back. Lee know knew Y/n loved it rough, rough enough for their hair to be flying around, talking being a challenge and overall just feeling powerless under someone. Something Han had a long way to learn but Lee know would sit there and watch Han work his way. He knew those sounds were good; he was testing the waters. But he would get to watch Lee know show the robes, getting things down to the wire and helping Han learn things for themselves. it made him chuckle some while leaning back.

Doggy style was their second favorite, but missionary is their favorite, he knew that was their weakness and drove them insane.

“Tug their hair Han, it helps drives them crazy if you’re wanting them to release first.”

Sitting there, he watched Han do it with a desperate grip. Y/n’s breath getting faster while trying to grip at anything. Their eyes rolling back when they finally released on the couch cushion, Han keeping them still while he felt himself release. Letting out a chuckle as he did so because of the tight feeling around him. Biting his lip in the process while feeling them shiver some. It was a start, there was nothing wrong with that, even as Han slowly pulled out he saw the satisfied look on Y/n’s hair covered face. Though he worried about Lee know, he knew those two had a past, but could they still handle it for each other? Would anyone get hurt in the process or would they just be okay?

Han sat on the corner of the couch and watched Lee know get closer, he said little, but he flipped Y/n over on their back, watching their legs slightly shake while they just laid there with two men who looked starved. One of them was slightly full, but ready for a show.

“You’ll behave with Han watching now won’t you?”

His voice was soft, but there was something else lacing under it. But it got Y/n to not their head while watching Lee know stand up, he wasn’t sure if it would still work, but he tapped his upper thoughts. Watching Y/n sit up on the couch with no fuss and their mouth opened, their hair still in their face with mouth wide opened while Lee know’s hands running though their hair. Leaning their head back some while Lee know guided them for help, he let YY/n get used to the feeling of their dick back in their mouth, nearly hitting the back of their neck.

Lee know took a slight deep breathe, but his eyes never left them, watching Y/n’s hands stay on their knees before slowly reaching and patting his thighs three times, he was good to go. Lee know started his thrust slow, letting Y/n get used to it again. He let things start slow before feeling Y/n trying to get faster, their eyes stayed closed while Lee know watched and allowed him to try it. He had to keep himself still, but if Y/n was needy, they always found a way, trying to hold Lee know’s hand on the back of their head, they wanted him to go faster. To truly fill his throat before touching anywhere else, but there was one thing about Y/n, they were always a rider before being completely ruined.

Looking up at Lee know with puppy eyes, he let out soft gags but pleasured moans when feeling Lee know move faster like he wanted to. But one thing about Lee know, he’s also a tease. He kept Y/n’s head still before pulling away, watching Y/n try to lean forward to take more but promised he would behave, just so han could watching while Lee know gave him pointers and tips.

“They love being hand handled, or at least behind held tightly. But Sometimes they would ride, but when I’m done i don’t think they’ll have the energy for it, but they love missionary.”

Getting a wink from Lee know, Han leaned back and smirked, though sometimes they would have burst of energy yet he watched it barely blinking. In front of him he watched Lee know climb over Y/n and whispered in their ear. Their legs wrapped around his waist with y/n’s arms being held down above their head. Their hair being pushed far away enough so lee know could see their eyes, seeing how fast he moved and that it was enough to drive them insane. Y/n could only cry out in pleasure, he knew the spots that never changed, the angels to hit hard enough to drive them inane yet seem like there was no ending to them. He didn’t go too fast, if he didn’t have to worry about their time after han he would, but he didn’t want them to have any more pain or tearing down there from the force.

BUt the sight under him was making it hard, Their mouth wide opened and their eyes trying to stay locked into each other. Thei look pon their face while they weakly tried to ask for more, not even ask for more but beg at this point. Yet with each word seemed to be replaced with moans each time like there was no end to it.

“Shit, shit shit I can’t Lee know!”

“Han, get dinner or a bath started, this is about to be a mess.”

Han raised a brow while he watched Lee know Jerk off Y/n, watching how their body jerked up and squirmed under him, Han didn’t want to move for a while, he wanted to watch it. Watched how much Y/n struggled while thier legs held him more before finally releasing the pressure that had built up inside him. Letting his body shake while gasping for air while painting Lee know’s chest, who could only smirk while he did so. But they knew they had things to do, like getting Y/n cleaned up and fed and finally getting some sleep. It was about 3am when they finally got done; they got home and midnight. Han cooked the food, Lee know got them in the bath, he did his best to keep them awake enough to eat since they needed some protein before going to sleep. Han made nothing too hard to chew, but easy to swallow and something nice and cold to drink, not freezing cold but good enough to safely sleep.

Needless to say Chan was right, Lee know would end up in their house one way or another.