#and then the listings i see are all offering such a ridiculously low pay it's not even funny

[lucybianchi]

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[thoracosaurusblogs]

imagine if video games made it as hard to get housing as real life

[neocitybooty]

Say Yes. [M]

Genre: ABO, SMUT, ROMANCE, READER X MEMBER

Warning: Unprotected sex, SMUT, oral, dirty talk, profanity, some horror (?)

Summary: You are offered a choice that would change your life as you know it. 

Word count: 5.2k 

Currently playing: Lips- NCT 127 

A/N: Jaemin brainrot has led me here.  Can you believe??!? He is working so hard to climb higher on my bias list and it's working!! fhjdgjkdshgkja Please enjoy and interact. I will now retreat and continue working on my ongoing stories. 

“He’s been staring for the past 20 minutes. What a creep.”

“They always get like this around this time of year. God, I hate this so much.”

“This is supposed to be our busiest day. I won’t make rent if we get our hours cut again”

“Customers keep leaving. We are about to be in some deep shit. It will be a dog’s fault, once again. I like them better when their muzzles are shut. Fucking mongrels.”

“Shhh, he can hear us!”

You stared back at the very obvious Alpha seated in the booth near the entrance of your family’s restaurant.

He finally stood and started to walk to you. He was incredibly handsome. He couldn't be older than 25. He stood at about 5’10 with silver hair. He wore the widest smile you’d ever seen on any male. Human or werewolf.  You took a step back, flashbacks of what an Alpha’s fangs could do….started to play in your head.

“Hello.” He said. His voice was nothing like what you were expecting. And his eyes.... They lit up once he noticed that he had all of your attention, the wide smile never leaving his face.

“I didn’t mean to scare you or your coworkers.” He looked past you, to the concerned women behind you with worried expressions on their faces. “I come in peace.” He looked back at you and raised both arms.

You shook your head and took another step back.

“Please leave.” You said in a quiet voice and nodded towards the door. “You’ve scared all of the customers away.”

His smile drained from his face but he made no attempt to leave. He frowned and stepped closer. You, along with the rest of the staff, gasped in unison.

He chose to ignore them and kept his focus on you. “I can pay everyone for the week.” Your eyes widen. “But only on one condition..”

The smile returned as his eyes turned a fiery red. “You come with me.”

“Do not go with him!” Your younger brother said from behind the counter.  Nobody dared to come any closer but your brother was always the bravest out of the bunch.

The young alpha looked at your younger brother and tilted his head.

“There’s no need to worry. I promise to bring her back. Alive.” He said as his gaze shifted back to you, his jaw now clenching. You couldn’t see any other reason for that other than him gradually losing patience.

“You guys. It’s okay. I’ll go.” You said as the Alpha put his hands in his pockets and flashed a smile at you.

“Payday is this Friday.” You told him in a low voice.

“Just give me the bank information and I’ll have one of the Betas take care of it.” He said with a smirk. “Now. I think it’s time for us to leave. Don’t you agree?” He nodded towards the door.

You nodded in response and walked around to the back to grab your things. You came back to the front and left the front door keys on the counter.

“Please close up and go home. I will be fine.” You said as you walked to the door where the Alpha held the door open for you. He watched your every move and bit his lip as you passed him and went into the bright, spring day. He followed you outside and let the door close behind him as the chimes collided into each other.

You turned around to look at him, but said nothing.

“Yes?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Who are you and what do you want with me?” You asked him.

He stared at you and began to laugh.

You looked at him with a look of confusion. Did he think you were joking?

“I don’t know if you know this, but you’re supposed to get the guy’s name before you leave with him.”

You wanted to slap that ridiculous smile off his face. Of course he found humor in your panicked choices. Alphas never have to worry about their safety. The perks of being at the top of the food chain. You had six employees that would’ve ended up dead in an instant had you made one wrong choice. Finding out the Alpha’s name was last on your list of priorities.

“I am sorry but there were more important things for me to worry about…” You said as you folded your arms.

The Alpha reached out and gently unfolded your arms with both hands. Your jaw dropped as he placed both arms at your sides. He let his hands linger on your wrists before fully letting go..

“You really shouldn’t do that. It makes you look very unwelcoming.” He then said, his eyebrows meeting together in the middle of his forehead, paired with a crease. “My name…My name is Jaemin.”

He then slightly nudged you to the brick wall to your right as a sudden influx of people started making their way onto the sidewalk. The daily lunch rush.

“Okay, Jaemin. I’m assuming you already know my name.” You started.

“Yes, I do.” Jaemin responded. He was towering over you and simply observing your features but you felt as if the air was being pushed out of your lungs.

“O-Okay, so what do you want from me..” You finally got out. You had a very strong feeling deep in your gut about what he was possibly after. Coming to a human infested city when he could be enjoying his time with his pack somewhere deep in the woods..

Jaemin didn’t respond. Instead he grabbed your hand and led you to his car. You scoffed underneath your breath as he opened the passenger door to the very expensive sports car. But you got in and waited quietly as Jaemin entered through the driver’s side and started the car.

You said nothing for the entire drive and Jaemin allowed it. You watched in the rearview as the skyscrapers became smaller by the minute. You could pinpoint the exact spot in which the land turned into werewolves territory. The trees were healthy, the houses were huge, and the roads were lonely. You said nothing as Jaemin pulled into the driveway of the biggest mansion you’d ever seen. Made of…wood.

Jaemin stopped the car and the two of you looked at each other in silence. He smiled as he unbuckled your seatbelt. You then opened your door and he exited the vehicle, as well. You shut the door just as Jaemin appeared by your side. He grabbed your hand and led you to the front door. He opened it without unlocking it and brought you inside. You gasped and quickly put a hand over your mouth.

There were so many of them. Were they all Alphas? No way. They all looked at you as soon as the door opened but said nothing. There had to have been at least twenty of them. You involuntarily squeezed Jaemin’s hand, out of fear.

“Easy. Your heart is going to stop beating at this rate.” Jaemin pressed his ear as he spoke to you.

“A human?” A voice said from your left side. You quickly turned to see a very tall male walking towards you. “This is what we have been smelling?”

The look on his face was complete bewilderment. He ran fingers through his hair and chuckled to himself. “Do you know how much danger you’d be in, if it were any other Alpha that got to you first?

“Alright, Johnny. That’s enough.” Jaemin motioned for the taller male to cool it down. “I haven’t told her anything.”

Johnny mouthed “O” and stepped away slowly. The others in the house made no attempt to speak with you. Instead they returned to their previous conversations. Jaemin shook his head as he brought you to a spacious and beautifully decorated room. He closed the french doors and looked back to face you.

“Spill.” You said without missing a beat.  

“I chose you as my mate.” He looked at you with a straight face.

“Come again?” You asked him, unsure of what you’ve just heard.

“You heard me right the first time. I really don’t like repeating myself.” Jaemin replied with an eyeroll.

“And how exactly are we supposed to mate?” You asked him.

“Oh….. I don’t actually know. Maybe you can tell me how babies are made.” He shot you a mocking smirk with a raised eyebrow.

You nodded as a subtle smile formed. Just for a brief second, you’d forgotten Jaemin was an Alpha, but he reminded you quickly.

“I see..” You turned your back to Jaemin and walked towards the regal bed in the middle of the room and sat down at the edge. “What does this mean for me?”

“It means you are receiving an opportunity that many humans can only dream of.” Jaemin slowly walked over to you, his boot heels thumping against the wooden floor.

You watched Jaemin as he slowly made his way to you. He was calm and alluring, but above all, he was a mystery.

“Do I even have a choice here?” You asked Jaemin as he sat next to you.

He bit his lip and tilted his head but you could still see the smile form on the side of his face. He truly had never experienced a single worry.

“Oh humans…” Jaemin began. “Of course you have a choice. I can’t mate you without your consent. But I know you will choose me. You see….There are some factors that are in my favor.”

“Oh?” You could feel yourself falling deeper as he continued to talk. There was something about the way he enunciated his words and the tone he used to speak to you. It was much different than when he spoke to the Johnny character downstairs.

“Tell me. How much success have you actually had with human males? Can’t be too much, because I know you haven’t been touched in months. Your scent is all female. Not a single trace of male.” He stopped and sighed deeply. “I would never neglect you. I would never leave you. And I would make sure you never lacked anything you truly wanted. Now….does that sound so bad?”

You gulped at his words and he finally looked over to face you.

“You should also understand something about how we Alphas operate. Usually….among werewolves…The Alpha picks up the scent of an Omega and that Omega eventually becomes his mate. But things are a bit different with humans. If one Alpha has picked up on your scent, well that means so have many others…”

“Excuse me?!” You blurt out. “What do you mean by that?”

“It means exactly what I said. It was only going to be a matter of time before you found yourself with quite the werewolf problem.” Jaemin laid on the bed with an elbow propped to keep him on his side.

“So basically it’s you or whatever the fuck is out there looking for me right now.” You said, beginning to bite your nails.

“Hey.” Jaemin shook his head and pulled your hand away from your mouth. “There is no need for the nerves. Let’s just be grateful that it was me that found you.”

“I am never going back to my family, huh?” You ask quietly.

“Being an Alpha’s mate isn’t a prison sentence. My goodness.” Jaemin rolled his eyes. “You’ll be able to see your family as much as you please.”

“Oh.” You said, a bit embarrassed. Maybe you’d read one too many books about Alphas.

“I am getting really tired of being patient with you.” Jaemin muttered underneath his breath.

“Excuse me?!” You responded to his sass, unsure how anyone else dealt with him.

Jaemin said nothing but instead, began to lightly stroke your arm. His fingers were hot. They weren’t that hot when he touched you a few minutes prior. His eyes were focused on your skin and you could see him bite his lips in admiration.

“Jaemin?!” You said as he started to trail kisses up your arm.

“So pretty…” He finally reached your neck and began to suck as he pulled you closer to him by your waist.

You froze as you felt your panties become soaked. Jaemin hiked your skirt up over your hips and let it bunch on your waist before lifting you up and placing you on top of him.

“I need to be inside you.” He half groaned. “I need it.”

He then grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you deeply. Tongues fought for dominance as you began to leak through your panties. A deep growl grumbled in Jaemin’s chest once the scent reached his nose. He finally broke the kiss and looked at you with lust crazed eyes.

Jaemin was now breathing heavily. His hold only grew tighter around you as he started thrusting up.

“You’re so wet. I can feel it on my thigh.” He said reaching into your shirt. “You’re just as much of a cock slut as Omegas, aren’t you?” He said into your ear as he massaged a nipple between two fingers.

“Oh my…” You breathed as you felt a hard bulge at your core.

Jaemin kissed your neck and hummed. You felt him smile as he inhaled your scent once more. “Gonna fuck you so deep.” He started to rip your blouse open, the buttons flying in every direction.

You squealed as he shoved his entire face into your cleavage.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” Jaemin’s eyes fluttered and closed as he took a bud into his mouth and started to suck on it gently. You moaned softly and finally gained enough courage to touch him.

Sharp ridges could be felt underneath the silk button up he wore. You let your hands roam to the smooth skin on his collarbones and to his chest until you reached to the point where his shirt held together with three buttons.

You hesitated for a second but started to undo his shirt. Jaemin noticed and let the nipple slip out of his mouth with an obscene slurp. He looked up at you with red eyes again and gave a toothy grin.

“You’ve been nothing but skeptical since the moment we’ve met but now look at you.” He let you continue to undress him and pulled his arms out of the sleeves once you were finished unbuttoning his shirt.

“My Alpha is calling out to you. He’s very excited. Gonna fuck you until you’re begging me to mate you.” Jaemin rubbed your thigh as he hummed. He smiled when you slightly trembled at his touch. “Are you scared?” He said with a smile as he lifted you and placed you on your back, letting you melt into the soft pillows.

You shook your head no, afraid you’d only confirm Jaemin’s theories. “So it’s not fear that I’m hearing.” Jaemin said as unbuttoned your skirt and pulled it off of you.

Before you could respond, he took both of your legs and spread them and pushed them towards your shoulders. He lowered himself until he was facing your core.

“Jaemin, no!” You screamed.

He paused and sat up with a confused look on his face.

“You said you couldn’t do this without my consent. Well..you don’t have it.” You sat up and grabbed the blanket to cover yourself.

Jaemin placed both hands on his thighs and sighed. “You are truly something.”

“I’m not- I’m not ready.” You stutter.

“For sex..” Jaemin raised an eyebrow. “Or for sex….with me.”

You threw him a look of indifference and he moved off the bed. You didn’t know why but you felt a pang of disappointment as he put on his silk button up and started to button it up.

“Here.” He opens a door and you can see that it is a walk in closet. “Change into something. Dinner should be ready soon.”

“At 3pm?” You ask him.

“We are werewolves. We eat once a day.” Jaemin said before walking out the door and shutting it behind him.

You sat in silence as you tried to gather your thoughts. Was he angry? He sure didn’t seem like it, if he was. Your stomach started to growl, so you quickly got up and half ran to the closet.

“No way.” You gulped and walked deeper into the closet. The closet seemed to have belonged to a woman. A woman that wore your size. A woman that had your same exact style. You pulled a maxi dress off a hanger and pulled some underwear from a built-in drawer.

Within minutes, you emerged from the closet feeling brand new. You had on a pair of dry underwear and you were out of your work clothes.

The aroma of a feast filled the entire hallway as you made your way to the circular staircase. The entire house was booming with bass filled laughter from Alphas and it only grew louder as you descended down the stairs. Once you reach the bottom, you hear someone clear their throat. Jaemin is waiting for you at the side of the staircase and he’s wearing the warmest smile.

He reached out his hand and for the first time that day, comfort led you to take it. “I thought you’d be mad at me.” You said softly, a bit intimidated by the amount of eyes on you.

Jaemin wrapped an arm around your shoulder and squeezed. “I can’t be mad at a human for experiencing human emotions, now can I?” He said into your ear before giving you a peck on your cheek.

Truth was, you were terrified of going all the way with Jaemin. How much of your life would change once you fully immersed yourself into a community full of werewolves? How likely were you to be accepted? What would truly become of your family?

“Still can’t believe you really turned out to be a human.” A deep voice said from behind you. You turned and saw a new alpha eyeing you and Jaemin. You froze, afraid this meeting would take a turn for the worse.

The Alpha looked at Jaemin and then looked at you. “Nevertheless, you are beautiful. Jaemin has always had a tendency to follow beautiful things.” He took a swig of his beer and stepped closer. “Just so you know, we all know just how scared you are. You don’t have any reason to be. You’ll find out soon enough.” He tapped Jaemin on the shoulder before leaving.

“That was Jaehyun.” Jaemin said as soon as the Alpha disappeared. “He’s very friendly. As are the rest of us. Here, let me show you around.”

You felt your mood change as Jaemin held your hand and led you through the numerous lively bodies in the mansion.

When you arrived earlier, you only saw males but now there were also females as well as young ones. One of them ran to you and sniffed your hand without warning.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, completely surprised.

“Jisung, we talked about that!” An older Alpha came running after the young child.

“Sorry, dad! I just wanted to say hi.” The child said. He looked very apologetic and reached out both hands and lowered his head.

You looked at Jaemin and the Alpha with a confused look on your face.

“Grab both of his hands, if you forgive him.” Jaemin said into your ear.

You instantly grabbed the child’s hand and told him it was okay. He jolted up with the most adorable smile you had ever seen. Was he? Was he already an alpha? He looked like nothing more than a young boy.

“In case you were wondering, he is just a regular boy. The only difference between him and a human child right now is that he has more strength and a stronger sense of smell.” The Alpha, who you assumed was the father, said while seemingly reading your thoughts.

“Oh. I-uh.” You started to say.

“My name is Doyoung.” The Alpha smiled and extended his hand. You quickly shook his hand and told him your name.

“So nice to finally meet you. I hope you enjoy the dinner.” He gave you a warm smile and rubbed Jaemin’s shoulder before walking away with his child.

You immediately searched for Jaemin’s hand and he laughed. “Relax. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jaemin had only shown you the first floor of the mansion when you told him you were hungry.

“I guess I should feed you, huh?” He said, leading you to the kitchen. You weren’t sure how you even lasted so long.

You reached the dining room and felt your nerves go haywire. All eyes turned to you once you entered the room.

Some of the werewolves smiled and waved and it calmed your nerves a bit. Jaemin pulled out a chair and you sat down quietly. You were moved by his gesture but you tried your best to not let it show.

“Everyone seems so much nicer now.” You whisper to Jaemin.

“They weren’t sure who you were before, but they are now.” Jaemin said calmly.

“Oh…” It dawned on you that you were the only stranger in the entire mansion. You hadn’t taken into account how the others viewed you.

“Well how do they know so much now?” You asked him as the serving dishes began to get passed around.

“Oh, I told them while you were changing.” Jaemin said as he poured some wine into his glass.

“What did you tell them exactly?” You looked at him with widened eyes.

“I told them that you were the human I chose as my mate.” Jaemin responded nonchalantly.  

“Oh wow.” You said. “And they just accepted it?”  

“Of course.” He looked at you with a confused look. “Why wouldn’t they?”

“I mean….I’m not one of you.” You said in a soft voice.

Jaemin sighed. “That doesn’t matter. We are more alike than you think.”

“Well I am seeing that now…” You trailed off.

“Eat up. You said you were hungry. I don’t want you to starve.” Jaemin said, now digging into his food.

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Thirty minutes later, you were finished with dinner and people were leaving the house.

“I thought everyone lived here?” You looked at Jaemin.

He looked at you and laughed. “Now, what would make you think that?” He asked.

“Everyone was here when we came earlier. And this place has like ten thousand rooms!” You said in a hushed whisper.

“That is true. But they only come to keep me company. It'll only be me and you most nights…”  Jaemin said with a smile.

“Oh… I didn’t realize. You actually live alone.” You said, feeling a bit embarrassed. It all started to make sense.

Jaemin lived alone in a community where being alone wasn’t the norm. Word spread that he had found a potential mate and everyone decided to show up and see who it was. Your introduction as well as your presence was important to them. Jaemin wasn’t the enemy that you made him out to be. He was just trying his best to not make this any more nerve wracking for you then it already was.

“Can we go upstairs?” You asked Jaemin.

“Are you okay?” He said, his voice laced with concern.

“Yeah, I just want to be alone with you.” You tell him as you wrap an arm around his neck.

Jaemin stood up and waved to the few guests that were still sitting at the table. You did the same and they smiled back. On the way to the stairs, you saw Doyoung holding a sleeping Jisung in his arms, while talking to a few other Alphas.

Once in the room, you walk a few steps and then turn to face Jaemin.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out. “I passed so much judgment. I don’t know anything. You have such a beautiful community standing behind you. Your home is amazing. There is nothing that you lack. What I am trying to say is…. let’s do it. Jaemin, let’s be together.”

Jaemin looked at you in awe. The smile slowly formed and by the time it reached his eyes, he was directly in front of you and you reached out to caress a cheek.

“I was sure you’d choose me.” He covered your hand with his own and bit his lip as he looked down at your own.

You felt your breath hitch as he lowered his face and pressed his lips onto yours.

“Do you want to try again?” Jaemin asked once he pulled away.

You nodded a few times and Jaemin kissed you again. This time he removed the straps from your shoulders and let your dress fall to the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked you both to the bed.

He laid you down and started to unbutton his shirt. He practically ripped off his shirt and threw it across the room. You wrapped your arms around him as he lowered down to kiss you again. He pushed his clothed boner into your core and you gasped.

“I know it feels really big but I can make it fit, I promise.” Jaemin said seductively in your ear. He rose again and this time he started to undo his belt.

“Jaemin, wait.” You stopped him again.

He froze and looked at you. But he didn’t say anything.

“Let me.” You sat up and went for Jaemin’s belt. He let you undo his belt as he softly rubbed your neck.

“I love how eager you are. We are going to have so much fun together.” You smile at him before you pull his hard cock out from his jeans. It was huge. Your mouth watered simply by the sight of it and you quickly became mesmerized by the birthmark on the side of his shaft. Determined to show that you were cut out for the job, you kissed him deeply.

“Shit...” Jaemin said, but then whimpered softly as you swiped your thumb across the tip, spreading his precum around. You hadn’t a clue how you were going to manage his entire length but you started with the tip and gradually worked your way down, opening your mouth wider so your teeth wouldn’t get in the way. You felt him successfully slide down your tongue as his abs flexed from his sudden intake of breath.

You opened your eyes to meet Jaemin’s, only to find him already gazing at you. He smiled widely and bit his lip once your eyes met. “Deep-throating on the first night…hmmm. What am I going to do with you?” He then held your head in place as he thrusted further down into your mouth, making you take his entire length. You gagged as tears formed in your eyes and spit spilled from your mouth.

“You look even prettier with tears in your eyes.”Jaemin chuckled. “Now keep that mouth open wide. I wanna fuck your throat so more.” You obeyed and he thrust in deeper with an elongated grunt. You continued to gag as you felt tears stream down your cheeks, his hardened, thick cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. You gasped loudly once he finally pulled out his entire length.

“Awww, you poor thing.” Jaemin tsked as you wiped your mouth in a frenzy of heavy breaths. “Let me make it a little easier for you.” He got off the bed and stepped out of his pants and briefs, before coming back to you and laying you on your back. He traced a finger along the outside of your soaked panties and mouthed a slow “Wow.”

You tried to close your legs, too consumed by the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment. Jaemin stopped you from closing your legs with his hand and smiled at you as he laid on the bed and rested between your legs. His face was right at your core and he draped one of your legs over a muscular shoulder. “You can’t hide that mouth watering scent away from me, pretty.” He said before kissing the inside of your thigh.

He slowly peeled the panties off of you and threw them across the room.

Jaemin looked at you and smiled once your eyes met his. He held eye contact with you as he dragged his tongue from the bottom of your wet folds to your already throbbing clit. You covered your mouth with both hands before any sound escaped as Jaemin began to suck on your bud. He removed your hands from your mouth as soon as he noticed what you were doing. “I want to hear.” He said before bringing his attention back to your glistening core. Within moments, you were a screaming, withering mess as Jaemin started to make out with the most sensitive spot. A familiar sensation started to boil in the pit of your stomach and you grabbed a fistful of the Alpha’s hair.

“I’m close! I’m so close!.”Jaemin immediately stopped and pulled himself away. You groaned in disappointment but instantly stopped once you felt Jaemin line himself up, readying himself to enter. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he pushed himself in. A half lidded smile appeared on his face as he went in deeper. It wasn’t long before tears formed in your eyes again.

“They say pain is pleasure, baby.” He said, wiping a tear from your cheek. “You must love this cock.”

You nod rapidly while gasping as you struggle to accommodate his entire shaft. “Yes, Alpha! I love it so much.”

Jaemin’s smile grows wider as he finally finds his rhythm. He lowers himself to your ear and licks the outer shell. “Rub your clit while I fuck your tight hole.” He mutters in your ear.  You follow his order and start to rub on your bundle of nerves while Jaemin continues to plunge into you. He quietly chuckles to himself as he watches your eyes flutter close, leaving only the white showing, as you moaned loudly.

Jaemin watched as your face scrunched together and admired the soft breaths you let out before taking a breast into his mouth and gently sucking again.

“Alpha!” You screamed, the overstimulation becoming painfully unbearable.

“My princess, you are just so sensitive…” Jaemin groaned in your ear. He took both of your hands and locked them above your head in one hand, his thrusts going deeper than before. You felt your legs begin to shake as he slowly but surely began to near your spot.

“Do you like the way my cock stretches that pussy?” Jaemin asked, looking deep in your eyes once you opened them.

“Yes!” You blurt out.

“Can I mark you as my mate?” He asked, his eyes now glowing red.

You gasp but only mutter a strained “yes” as Jaemin finally hits your spot.

Your heart stops for a split second as you see fangs appear in the place of Jaemin’s human-like teeth. Before you can say anything, there is a splitting pain in the side of your neck. A blood curdling scream can be heard through the entire mansion as Jaemin sinks his fangs inside of your skin.

“That took much longer than expected.” Johnny said to Jaehyun as they finished up the last of the dishes.

“And they say humans aren’t a challenge.” Jaehyun chuckled and opened the front door for him and Johnny.

They locked the door from the inside and went home to their mates, leaving you and Jaemin to enjoy the mansion alone on your first night as official mates.

[remmammie]

hello! can i please request vexen to an s/o struggling with self-esteem? i love him so much, but i feel like he would hate me realistically cuz i’m dumb lmao

Oh, my friend, I have so many thoughts about Vexen. He's by far one of my favourite Org XIII members that people never really seem to pay attention to and, if they do, I don't...think they really get him. Very happy to get the chance to write for him! I hope you enjoy and find some semblance of comfort - you've made my day just by asking so you're brilliant to me!!!

Vexen with an S/O struggling with low self-esteem HCs

Despite the powers he has, I don't think Vexen is as cold as people believe him to be. He's a stickler for rules and married to his work, sure, but he's nothing if not a dedicated protector with the intelligence to see past the surface level.

If your low self-esteem centres focally around your smarts, I really don't think it would deter Vexen. While he does enjoy having intellectual conversations, he's more likely to recognise that you're trying your best to learn. Vexen isn't irked that you can't recall specific subject material because, in the end, if you have no interest the subject or just struggle to memorise things, there's not much to be done. He's more appreciative of the fact that you're trying to learn. Vexen is the kind of man to respect hard work and a true passion for something - he's a scientist, he thrives off of determination.

You might bring it up to him, this whole conundrum with your self-esteem. He might not show it, but Vexen's pretty flattered that you're putting in the effort to try and learn more about something he likes and about his profession. Maybe he catches you revising or reading a book, practicing memorising in the mirror or asking someone like Zexion for help.

Though he's regularly quite irritable, he doesn't have such a short fuse with his s/o. So, if either you ask or he offers, Vexen might help you try and get facts to stick. He's done some research into memory so he might have some techniques to help you remember and revise. After all, he looked after Ienzo/Zexion when he was still learning the sciences - he's practically a qualified teacher if you neglect the, uh, ice powers.

Moving away from the topic of learning, though, and concerning his s/o's low self-esteem in a more general sense, I think Vexen is the type to understand where it originates. He's done plenty of research into the darkness of self-doubt in hearts and has just as much life experience - Vexen understands. With all this knowledge, it's completely wrong to say that he thinks it's ridiculous that you can feel less of yourself sometimes.

I can believe Vexen has gone through some periods of self-doubt too, honestly. He's definitely a perfectionist, maybe some of his first experiments completely failed and it got him down. He'd have the advice of trying and trying again at whatever skill you're struggling with. It's got him this far, he's making replicas! Any advice coming from Vexen is worth treasuring.

As for any self-esteem concerns coming from more emotional places, Vexen is a volatile man but not necessarily a massively compassionate one. He dealt with Ienzo when he was growing up and, to a lesser extent with the whole lack of emotions shtick, Zexion, so he's kind of used to seeing that sort of anxiety.

He's a smart man, a man of science. He turns to refuting your self-doubts with hard evidence. Your doubting his trust for you? He's literally helping you deal with your emotions right now. Your insecure about your body? Everyone is created differently but is unique and worth treasuring in their own right - he loves analysing humanity's individual differences - you're very valuable to him. Afraid others don't like you? He can list all the people that care and love for you, and insists that loving oneself is the key to mental peace.

I think Vexen would make for a lovely s/o, partner, father figure or otherwise. :D

[marketingprofitmedia]

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AI Pixel Perfect Review: My Recommendation

AI Pixel Perfect is a powerful tool that can streamline the image creation process and provide access to high-quality visuals. Its ease of use, versatility, and cost-effectiveness make it an attractive option for individuals and businesses alike. However, it’s important to consider the potential limitations and carefully evaluate your specific needs before making a decision. By understanding the benefits and drawbacks of AI Pixel Perfect, you can determine if it’s the right tool to enhance your creative endeavors.

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Note: Yes, this is a paid software, however the one-time fee is $36.

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"Betcoin.ag and Playbetr.com Scammed Me Out of $20,000: A Warning to All"

4o

want to share my frustrating ordeal with Betcoin.ag and Playbetr.com and warn others to avoid these deceitful sites. I opened my Betcoin.ag account on March 2, 2022, with an initial deposit of $1,000. Over the next year, I bet on football and basketball, accumulating a significant amount of activity. However, the betting limits on Betcoin.ag were not very high, so I searched for alternatives.

Due to these low betting limits, I joined Playbetr.com, a sister site to Betcoin.ag, on December 31, 2022. I started with an initial $4,000 deposit. Shortly after, I added another $1,000-$2,000 on Playbetr and another $1,000 on Betcoin.ag, totaling $7,000-$8,000 in BTC across both sites. I had no issues initially, and the sites seemed to operate normally.

After some initial losses, I eventually started winning some NBA bets on both platforms. Despite my wins, when I tried to withdraw 0.65 BTC from Playbetr and 0.21 BTC from Betcoin, both sites demanded KYC documentation. I complied fully, uploading my driving license, selfies, and proof of address. Despite my accounts being fully verified, the next day, I was abruptly blocked from both sites.

I couldn't log in to either website, and when I could, I had no access to any account features. Both sites sent me emails accusing me of fraudulent activities and claimed they had the right to terminate my account and suspend payouts. What's most infuriating is that they offered to return my deposits, but I don't care about just getting my deposits back; I want my full balance.

Their accusations were baseless and ridiculous. I was accused of syndicate play, match fixing, late betting, unfaithful strategies, arbitrage, fraudulent actions against other online casinos or payment providers, chargeback procedures, providing incorrect information, bankruptcy, suspicion of money laundering, and using a bot or software to place bets. These accusations are laughable and false. I engaged in none of these activities. All my bets were standard NBA bets, one of the most heavily scrutinized markets in the world.

Since January 3, 2023, I’ve been emailing them relentlessly, trying to get a response. I even tried contacting them through live chat, but I always received the same dismissive reply: "email for more information sir." They have been completely ignoring me for over a month now. This is unacceptable.

Playbetr, in particular, claims to be transparent and fair, often responding to complaints on forums. Yet, here I am, scammed out of 0.85 BTC, which is nearly $20,000. They have provided no explanation or evidence to back up their accusations. They simply shut down my accounts for no reason and then ignored me.

This is a blatant scam, and I refuse to be another victim. I am prepared to take legal action, including contacting Curaçao courts and lawyers, to get this resolved. I have seen other users take similar steps, and I am willing to pay any amount of money to see this through. I will not let these scumbags get away with scamming innocent, fair players for absolutely no reason.

The fraudulent actions they listed include syndicate play, match fixing, late betting, development of strategies aimed at unfaithful winnings, arbitrage, fraudulent actions against other online casinos or payment providers, chargeback procedures, providing incorrect information, bankruptcy, suspicion of money laundering, and the use of a bot or software to place bets. I have done none of these things. All I did was place standard NBA bets.

It's impossible to cheat in such a heavily regulated market as the NBA. These false claims are their way of justifying the theft of my funds. They are fully ignoring me and many others, and I refuse to let this go unanswered. What's even more laughable is their offer to repay my deposits, which I wouldn't accept, but they ignored me even when I mentioned it.

This case is a clear example of Betcoin.ag and Playbetr.com's fraudulent practices. They closed my accounts for no reason, provided no form of explanation or evidence, and then ignored me for weeks. Their silence is infuriating and speaks volumes about their shady operations.

I have seen other users contact Curaçao courts and lawyers to address similar issues. I am willing to take the same steps and pay any amount of money to get this sorted straight. I refuse to let these scammers get away with this. I am determined to expose their fraud and seek justice for myself and others.

In summary, I had a total amount of 0.85 BTC in both accounts from deposits and profits. My accounts were randomly blocked on January 3, 2023, after I requested withdrawals. I did not break any rules, yet I received no reply on live chat or email, and no explanation or evidence to back up their accusations.

I am looking forward to a response from Betcoin.ag and Playbetr.com. Thank you in advance. This ordeal has been incredibly frustrating, and I hope that by sharing my experience, others will be warned and avoid these deceitful sites. Do not use Betcoin.ag or Playbetr.com, unless you want to risk being scammed like I was.

[the-firebird69]

WHAT CAR YOU SHOULD CHOOSE TO IMPREES YOUR WIFE ? #supercar #dubai #ferr...

The sun had a couple good lines the guys being a dick and her son says I don't think he can actually rent that car nonetheless buy it serving a super dick then he said how about I buy all of these cars and it says how you going to get them all home so he's going to have his people come down and pick him up. The guy said I don't think I want to do that cuz I'll be out of business then you said I'll drive you out of business I said who the hell are you and it's the competition. And her son said I don't think you can buy our car into the dealer he said I don't think that you can get our car in there everybody wants to, he's been trying to do it and here's a list of cars he thinks for hours and summer Ferraris summer Lamborghinis some are like new models that are not out yet and of course the Rolls-Royce that we mentioned the cruiser and the shadow and a couple more and oh yeah we are building the shadow and we do have the SUV and it's a new version and we don't put the star light up there it has a lot of conveniences you can actually sleep in it and it's comfortable and your legs can go up and everything yeah. So we're going to take this approach if you're a car dealer and you're trying to get ours in there we can help you a little but you have to at least break the ice and show that you can do it this guy talking is not that bad it's like Daniel when he was at full form and he could make deals and he was getting stuff done now he's falling and doesn't seem to be able to recover and was injured and it's not doing the right thing but yeah in Mexico he was making deals he was getting stuff done. He has plans to try and go there other places the people he thinks he has not offended and he'll be surprised with what they say you're doing it the whole time we don't know what's with you you won't leave him alone we'll see you following him even today when you're getting kicked out of town and you're threatening to blow the place up all day Trump. We got really sick of him yesterday cuz you mentioned that he fired on Massachusetts and it was Terry cheesman and he's an idiot you heard him he just doesn't know any English he doesn't know how to stop you when you're at the house and you're telling him to get out of your face and it wouldn't and you came in one day and it said I'll just move out I'm sick of you and he's tried being nicer and that's the key the guy would not shut up here he's a huge a****** I need to leave they're holding the fact that they were sitting in your house illegally in the low desert against you which is ridiculous so we're going to make them get you a house even if they're dead they're still going to do it I'm sick of these people they got to pay up they did so many stupid things to our son I want people who to Captain this project and each piece and I guess I'll head it up and his sons and stuff will be part of it but I'm going to hit it up and it's a great idea each person is going to Captain getting something out of this moron to our son and the hard way every time and I've got offers and people wanted to do it now

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They don't like him for good reasons and we like that that's what we need

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Olympus

I get that no he says so I really get it and I'm going to do this I'm going to help you get something and it's not me back or me with you in any format oh yeah that's fine okay I do want to get you something and I do understand something you need a shelf but I need to get you something more and I appreciate it he says

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[kayla1993-world]

The Canadian Real Estate Association's latest figures confirm what buyers, sellers, and owners have suspected for some time: the housing market is in a slump. According to a release issued Friday by the organization that represents 155K Realtors across the country, sales for September were down by more than 30% compared to the same period a year ago.

Prices are also down year over year, with the average selling price of a home listed on the MLS system being $640,479. This is down by 6.6 percent compared from a year ago and more than 21 percent from the all-time high of $816,720 set in February.

That was before the Bank of Canada began its aggressive rate hike campaign to tame runaway inflation. In the last six months, the central bank has raised its benchmark lending rate by more than three percentage points, pushing variable-rate loan rates above five and even six percent. That has put a damper on the once-hot housing market.

"The important thing to remember is we're still in the middle of a period of rapid adjustment, with buyers and sellers trying to feel each other out while a lot of people have had to take their home search plans back to the drawing board," CREA's chief economist Shaun Cathcart said in a release. "As such, resale markets may remain on the quiet side for some time yet, with the flipside of that coin being even more pressure on rental markets."

This is true in many markets across the country, including Brampton, Ontario, where realtor Shaun Ghulam has noticed an interesting dichotomy: the market for owning has cooled, but competition for rentals is fierce. In an interview, he stated, "Lease prices are ridiculous now. If it's $3,000 per month, people are paying $3,500."

The uncertainty in the rental market is one of the reasons why Earl Hypolite and Naomi Zitt-James say they want to buy a home sooner rather than later. The couple currently rents an apartment in downtown Toronto, but with a seven-month-old baby, and a large dog, they believe the time has come to make the move "I think it was really appealing when it was just the two of us," Zitt-James said of renting.

"But having that amount of money… go into renting rather than paying down something that we own is a little less appealing now than it was when we first moved in." While they have no immediate plans to purchase, they have been looking at properties outside of the city, where prices have dropped significantly.

"I feel a lot better now that I know the prices have dropped a little," Zitt-James said. "I just feel sorry for those people who went in and got those houses only to have them destroyed."

According to Realtor Ghulam, selling prices in Brampton have dropped significantly since the spring. Sellers are still asking for prices that they might have gotten six months ago, and when they don't get any offers, they delist their home and relist it at a lower price, hoping to spark a bidding war that rarely occurs.

"Look at the number of times the property has been listed," Ghulam advised. "If it's been listed four or five times, you know the seller isn't serious about selling and is only playing." As a result, there is a significant gap between seller and buyer expectations. "Sellers are holding off, waiting to see where interest rates go," he explained. "Buyers are hesitant because they want to wait for prices to fall further."

According to TD Bank economist James Orlando, the numbers show that recent rate hikes have sapped market momentum, frightening buyers and sellers.

"Listings fell for the third month in a row, indicating that a softening economy and higher interest rates have yet to force a meaningful increase in supply," he said. "If anything, low prices are keeping potential sellers on the fence."

[missuga]

Eyes on Me — Semi Eita

Summary: You watch your boyfriend at his show from the crowd, he doesn’t like the way you keep getting distracted

Warnings & wc: Aged up, boy band au. smut, very slight breeding kink, semi-public sex, slight degradation, daddy kink, | 4.4k

Note from Em: I remember I stayed up all night writing this like 36 hrs lmfaoo also bummie ur not allowed to black mail me for this

Sub Female Reader — 18+ only | nsfw

The crowd seemed so much bigger today. You didn’t know if there were more people or if it was a small venue that made everyone simply press together from the lack of space. It was getting hard to pay attention to the show because every other minute there was a new person pushing into you, their drinks sloshing around their cups threateningly. All you wanted to do was watch your boyfriend on stage, that’s what you were told to do.  

You tried your best, you really did. Every time he caught your eyes, he sent a wink. The girls in front of you screamed, each one thinking it was meant for them. A smug smile pulled at your lips knowing that it you were the only one he was looking at.

The concert was almost over, and you felt yourself getting more and more anxious as the songs went on. You had memorized the set list the first night you came to see Semi play. Always standing in the pit in the front. He had offered you seats on the side to yourself, but you always denied them. You didn’t want any special treatment from him or his band, coming to support him like this was enough.

You let out a low groan when you felt something dig into your side, the sensation pulling you from your thoughts. Head whipping to the right to find who was yet again invading your personal space.

“My bad, sweetheart!” The guy yelled out over the music. You could tell he was hammered. Almost all of the people who came to theses shows were, even the underage girls; especially them.

“All good!” You called back, moving your eyes back to the band. Not wanting to interact with the guy anymore than you had too. The universe seemed to have it out for you tonight though.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing on their own here?” You didn’t know how you could hear him over the music, but it was making your skin crawl. The way he kept creeping towards you, eyes flicking down your body. You had to take a deep breath to hold in the obvious annoyance toward him.

“I’m here with my boyfriend.” You turned to look at the man, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. Watching as he tried to move closer to you. Stepping back, you bumped into another girl and she gave you a disgusted look. You had to grit your teeth to not say anything to her. This was starting to become ridiculous. People were just not leaving you alone, and you completely missed the way Semi stared at you from the stage, or the frown that pulled at his lips when he saw you talking to a random guy. Especially since he was so close to you.

“Oh? I don’t see him anywhere; I could take his place while you’re waiting for him to get back… from wherever he is.” You rolled your eyes at the awful drunken flirting not even caring if he saw you. There were only two songs left until you could go backstage with Semi.

“No thanks.” You were curt with him, saying nothing more. Hoping he would take the hint and leave you alone. He did for a minute which made you feel a little better, until you felt him step closer to you. He was nearly touching you now and you just barely dodged the arm he tried to throw over your shoulder. You gritted your teeth turning around and keeping your eyes on Semi again; willing time to move faster.

“Awe, c’mon babydoll. Don’t be like that! I’ll make it worth your time.” One song left. That’s all you had to wait. If you could just ignore him for the song it’d be okay. You believed it until you felt the guy’s hand slip around your waist, gripping your hip tightly. He leaned close to you and you could smell the beer on his breath, it almost made you gag. “C’mon doll. All you gotta do is say yes. I’ll make your night something to remember.”

“Kindly fuck off.” You shrugged out of his hold stared straight ahead. Not sure what would happen if you turned and looked at him. You didn’t hear what he said next. The scream of the crowd covered whatever crude words were spilling from his mouth. He slung his arm over you again, stumbling a little as you moved forward.

You forced yourself out of his hold and moved toward the gate, ignoring the glares the girls sent you as the guard let you through. You didn’t even look back at the guy as you made your way to backstage, wanting nothing more than to see Semi. Really hoping that he didn’t see anything of what happened. You had to shake your hands at your sides a little trying to get the thought of the guy out of your head before you saw your boyfriend. It wasn’t that you felt incredibly uncomfortable with what happened, it wasn’t new at these types of things. Drunk guys flirting too hard with the girls there were not a rare occasion, but it wasn’t your favorite thing to experience.

Breathing in deeply once you made it to his dressing room your eyebrows furrowed a little when you found it closed. Not really thinking anything of it you pushed the door open and went inside. You were met with an empty room. You pulled your phone from your back pocket and started to send a text to let him know you were waiting.

“Y/n.”

You jumped a little at the voice behind you, spinning around only to see Semi leaning in the door frame, an unamused expression on his face. Your eyes flicked down his figure, taking it in. His post-concert look was always your favorite, hair ruffled from him pushing it back on stage. Shirt damp from the sweat that still lingered. The only other time he looked like this was when he just finished fucking you. You loved it.

“Hey! You were really good out there tonight!” You smiled brightly and moved to wrap your arms around his neck. Trying to press a kiss against his soft lips, but he turned his head avoiding your lips. Your stomach dropped at that and you tried to play it off like you didn’t know why he moved. Really hoping it wasn’t the reason you were thinking. Semi was pretty calm most of the time, but once in a while something will happen that flips a switch in him. Dealing with jealous Semi Eita was always a different experience. That’s why he always told you to watch him at the concerts. There were far too many other people around you for his liking. “Something wrong, Ei?”

He only stared at you for a moment before pulling your arms from his neck, leaning close to your face. You couldn’t read the expression on his face but it sunk low in your stomach.

“Go to the bus.” You opened your mouth to say something, but he gripped your jaw tightly, stopping you. Gritting his teeth, the look in his eyes turned dark. “Now.”

 It took him a while to come to follow you. Taking his time in the dressing room and with his band members. You waited in the empty tour bus for what seemed like hours. Trying to focus on anything but the look he gave you when you left for it. You never met him here this early. He always preferred to hang with the band backstage in the dressing rooms for a bit.

You couldn’t stop the nervousness pooling in your stomach as your mind wandered. Maybe he had messed up on stage and he was upset. You didn’t remember him doing anything different than normal, but you werent entirely sure. Normally your eyes wouldn’t leave him the whole time he was up there, he reminded you every time before you left for the crowd. You were supposed to look at him, and him only. You really didn’t mind so you always listened to him. Except for tonight.

The click of the door echoed in the quiet bus and your attention went to the front. Semi shut the door behind him and you heard the sound of the lock slamming shut. That wasn’t good.

“Eita? I’m back here.” Your voice was quieter than you wanted it to be, your nervousness apparent in the way you call out to him. It was like all your normal confidence was drained out of you.

He was quiet as he moved to the back of the bus and you stood up when he got closer. You reached out for him again, the neediness you felt earlier not going away. He let you latch on, wrapping his arms around you hugging you close. You breathed a sigh of relief, a part of you was worried that he’d pull away again. He didn’t speak as he held you and there was something different about the way it felt.

You pulled back, looking up at him. Eyes flicking from his to his lips. Wanting nothing more that to kiss him after being denied backstage. You gently gripped his shirt tugging on it for him to lean down. Pressing your lips to his you smiled into the kiss when he didn’t stop you. It was softer than you expected. Even softer than the normal ones you shared with him. It ended quickly when his hand slipped into your hair, tugging on it hard. Your head was pulled back as he forced you to look at him. You couldn’t pick apart the look in his eyes.

“Ei-“ You were cut off as he slammed his lips to yours, biting down hard on your bottom lip. Pulling it into his mouth as he pushed you back against the wall of the bus. Whimpering slightly as you were pressed into the wall, he shoved your legs apart with his knee.

“Don’t fucking speak.”

His voice was low. Nearly a growl as he pressed into you, gripping your jaw making you open your mouth. Pushing his tongue inside your mouth you had no choice but to submit to him. There was air around him that made your stomach tighten. His hand slipped up your shirt without warning, squeezing one of your breasts hard through your thin bra. He sucked up the breathy moan you let out at the sensation.

“I thought I told you before, I’m only going to let you on those crowds if you listen to me. You’re supposed to keep your eyes on me, remember?” He gripped your jaw as he spoke, turning your head up to look at him. Your suspicions were right then. You weren’t sure when he had seen you looking away from him, you only hoped it wasn’t when that guy had his hands on you. It wouldn’t be a good thing him or Semi. The possessiveness he held over you was usually well hidden, only letting it out a few certain times.

“I tried, the crowd wa-” He pushed his thumb into your mouth, pulling down your jaw so your mouth hung open. Raising an eyebrow you forgot he told you not to speak. You weren’t used to this side of him, though you didn’t really mind. He was incredibly hot.

“What did I say?”

He pulled his hand from under your shirt bringing it down to sharply slap your ass, drawing a gasp from your open mouth. Waiting to see if you said anything else, he pushed his knee up into your core just slightly. Your eyes widened a little at the feeling and you tried hard no to move.

“We’re not going to have a problem, are we?” You shook your head as an answer, unsure if you were allowed to talk. Even if he’d let you, his thumb still pulled open your jaw. “Good.”

Semi tugged the hem of your shirt up, only letting your face go to pull your shirt off. Letting it drop to the floor as he latched his lips to your neck. His hands found your hips and he moved his leg further between yours, pushing you down so his thigh was pressing into your already aching core. There were rare times like this, where his touch was so aggressive, and it never failed to turn you into a mess.

His grip was hard on your hips and when he started to move you, he didn’t even have to say anything for you to know what he wanted you to do. You sucked in a breath when his lips found the spot right above your pulse and ground your hips against his thigh.

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” He growled against your neck between sucking and nipping the sensitive spot. You couldn’t even respond, partly because he told you not to speak before but more from the way you tugged your lip between your teeth. He moved up, nipping your earlobe before whispering lowly in your ear. “Do you want to know how I treat my brats?”

You didn’t even have to answer that, you knew he was going to show you anyway. The friction of his thigh against your clothed core was slowly starting to not be enough. His skillful lips sucked and nipped all over your skin, stopping at the spots that drove you crazy. You were getting more and more arroused at his teasing touches, going everywhere but the spot you wanted the most. You tried grinding your hips down harder but whine slipped from your mouth at the way he pulled his thigh back.

“Ei-.” You gripped his shirt tugging on it a little as he kept his lips on your neck, you wanted to ignore his teasing and how badly it affected you, but he was just so good at it. Showing you exactly what he’s feeling in the way he touched you. His thigh pushed into you again, letting you grind down into him a few times before pulling away again. “Please.”

“Awe, poor baby. You can’t handle my teasing?” You shook your head slightly trying not to blush deeply and his lips pulled into a smirk. “Tell me what you want then, little girl.”

Another soft whine fell from your lips when you heard him say that, a part of you wanted to fight it back. Have him figure out what you want, but you were just so needy from all the light touches.

“I-I want the feel more, and you keep moving your leg.” He stared at you when you stopped, obviously waiting for you to continue. Your answer didn’t please him, he wanted more. “Baby, please I want to feel good. I want you.”

Semi hummed after a moment and moved his hands to unbutton your pants and pushed them down, stepping back a little to pull them all the way off. The cold air of the bus against your bare legs made you shiver slightly. You didn’t think he’d do that so quickly. At least expecting him to tease you more for asking that. He settled his thigh between your legs again, pushing your hips back a little before pulling them toward him. A soft moan slipped from your lips at the feeling of his pants through your thin panties.

“Since you wanted this so badly, I think you should have to cum like this or not at all.” Semi leaned forward again once you started grinding your hips down, kissing down your chest. Nipping at the soft flesh of your breast before reaching around you, undoing the hooks and slipping your bra off. He flattened his tongue licking up the curve. His tongue circled your nipple before taking it between his teeth, tugging it hard. A whine fell from your lips when he lifted his thigh up more, pressing even into your core. “What do you think?”

You could feel the wetness of your arousal seeping through the thin lace of your panties, leaving a dark smear on Semi’s pants. Glancing down between you, you tried to ignore the way your cheeks flushed dark when you noticed it. Your legs were starting to tremble lightly, and the rhythm of your hips was faltering as you tried desperately to push yourself to the edge, but it was just out of reach. He could tell exactly what you were feeling .You were an open book to him.

“What��s wrong baby? You look so upset.” The tone of his voice was smug as he raised an eyebrow at the way your face contorted. He slipped his hand down to your clit, pressing against you through your panties. You jerked your hips forward trying to feel more of the sensation but he pulled his fingers back. “Can’t cum without my cock? Hm?”

You looked away from his face, not wanting to show him the satisfaction of being right. The amount of control he had over you was almost embarrassing. You nodded to answer his question, not trusting your own voice. Hoping he wouldn’t make you say it out loud, you looked back at his waiting gaze.

“Well?” You clenched your eyes shut for a moment before sighing and looking at him once more.

“Please Ei, I want you so bad.” Your voice came out whiney as you gave into his insistent teasing, cheeks flushed from the confession and the way the nickname just slipped out. He always drew it out of you when he talked like that. “I-I can’t cum, I need your cock. Daddy, please.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Semi moved his hand from you to undo his pants, pushing them and his boxers down just enough for him pull his length out. He groaned a bit at the slight relief of it not being stuffed into his pants anymore. He wouldn’t admit it right now, but seeing just how much you wanted him made him want to give in slightly.

Hitting your hands away when you tried to pull off your panties he curled two fingers around the thin waistband and pulled hard. Tearing it easily and at the moment you didn’t even care, you just wanted to feel him inside you.

Semi slipped an arm around the back of your knee, lifting your leg up making you lean into the wall to steady yourself. He swiped the tip through your pooled arousal that was nearly dripping onto the floor. Not wasting anymore time he pressed his cock into your tight hole, pushing in slowly. It was almost antagonizing how slow he inched into you until he bottomed out.

Your head fell backward slightly as he started moving at a fast pace not giving much time to adjust. No matter how many times he stuffed you with his cock you never got used to how thick it was. It filled you up completely, hit every spot that drove you crazy and he took advantage of that.

“Fuck, babe you’re so tight. So fucking wet too, what a little slut. Getting so worked up from grinding on my thigh.” All you could do was nod the feeling of him slamming his hip up into you was too much for you to answer. His words grew filthier as started grinding down into him, meeting his thrusts.

The sound of your hips meeting filled the bus, mixing with the moans Semi drew from you. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing teasing circles around it. Just barely brushing over it, wanting to hear even more of your sweet moans.

“So pathetic you can’t even get off without daddy’s cock stuffing you full. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re only able to cum from my cock. Nothing else this pussy is mine. I’m going to fuck that into you.”

“Yes! Daddy fuck me full of your cum, I’m only yours.” Your loud moans echoed in the bus when Semi shifted his hips and pushed your leg up further. His grip on your thigh was deadly as he fucked up into you. The new angle causing his cock to hit press against your g-spot with every harsh thrust up into you. You were already embarrassingly close, pleasure coiling in your lower abdomen. He always knew exactly what to do to break you down.

“Fuck, baby.” You walls were starting to clamp down on his cock and he could tell you were close. Leaning forward he started to mark up your neck again, sucking and biting until there were several dark spots forming then slowed his hips. Lazily thrusting up into you, drawing a desperate whine from your lips. Pulling you back from the edge you were so close in going over. “I think I’m going to fuck you nice and slow just like this. Give you what you deserve for disobeying me.”

“No, wait!” You breathed out, trying to grind your hips into his but he pushed against you pulling his hand from your clit. “I’ll be good! I promise. Please move faster. I want to cum from your cock, please.”

Stilling your hips you tried emphasizing your words. He let his hand off of you slowly before leaning in pressing a kiss to your lips, soft and sweet.

“Good girl.”

Semi started thrusting up into your faster. Even faster than before the same angle making his length hit the most sensitive parts inside you. You could feel the tip grazing your cervix as he spread your leg even further, fucking into you as deep as he could.

“Fuck, Ei-daddy! Please don’t stop! Please. I want you to fill me up with your cum, you feel s’good. Ahh-” Your words were starting to slur as he thrusted up into you at a ruthless pace, his hand slipping down again to press his middle and pointer finger against your clit, dipping down to gather some of your arousal before circling it again, this time not ignoring the sensitive bud. You could feel yourself almost over the edge, walls starting to clamp down on his length.

“I’m so close baby, cum with me kitten. You can do it, c’mon. Fuck!” Semi’s hips stuttered as he came, his cum filling you up so much it leaked out as he continued to thrust into you. Pushing you toward over the edge, he pinched your clit hard and it snapped the last hold you had on yourself. You came with almost screaming, leg shaking almost violently in his hold as he pinned it up.

“Fuck! Ei, cumming” Your walls clamped down on him so hard as you came on him that was almost hard hard to thrust up into you. He bit down hard on your shoulder to muffle his groans as he kept thrusting to push your through your high. Hips grinding up into yours as he tried to get as deep into as he could, drawing more breathy whines out of you as he pushed himself so deep. Your moans and cries were so pretty in his ear as you shook in his hold.

The rush of pleasure left almost as fast as it coursed through you and your heavy breathing filled the quiet bus as both of your moans died down. Both pulling at each other to get closer. You looked down at Semi head resting on your shoulder as he panted, you didn’t know how hot he could get when he was jealous.

“You did so good, baby. Such a sweet girl to me.” He lifted his head some pressing his lips to the spot he built on your shoulder, you hissed slightly when the action stung. Praises falling from his lips as he kissed up your neck gently pulling you from your sub space. His soft lips grounding you once again.

“Eita…did you really bite me?” You breathed out realized what he had done before. You leaned forward burying your face into his chest when stood straight. Groaning at the way your thigh burned as you stretched it.

You mumbled something unintelligible into his chest when you realized you were the only one completely naked. Semi’s chest shook as he laughed, hugging you close to him. You wondered if this was a good time to ask him if he had seen anything that happened at the concert.

“Ei?”

“Yes, baby?” The tone of his voice was slowly going back to his normal self.

He slowly loosened the grip on your leg lowering it back to the ground, pulling out as he was starting to soften inside you. Your hands moved to his shoulders to steady yourself feeling your knees shaking.

“Hold on, lets go sit, okay? You don’t look like you should be standing.” You nodded and let him move you to the couch, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He pulled up his boxers but kicked his pants aside.

Sitting on the couch first he grabbed the blanket from the back and wrapped it around your shoulders as you straddled him. Head resting against his shoulder and your arms slipped around his waist. His hands gently rubbed your back, and he placed a kiss on your hair.

Semi hummed lightly and you found your eyes growing heavy from it. There was a comfortable silence over both of you. Enjoying each other’s touch. This is the only thing you wanted the entire night, to just be with him.

You almost forgot what happened at the concert, but of course luck hadn’t been on your side at all tonight. The way his touches felt so soft underneath the blanket was forcing almost like they were forcing you to relax. His quiet humming sounded so pretty as he pressed a gently kiss into your cheek. It was getting hard to keep your eyes open.

“Hey, before you fall asleep baby. I just want to let you know my next show you’re sitting in the seat I give you, sweetheart.” Semi’s voice is sweet even though you can heart the stern tone underneath it.

“Eita.” You looked up and pouted at him wanting to argue against what he said. He smiled softly leaning close to your lips, using his pointer finger to tilt your head up. His breath was hot on your lips as he just barely brushing his lips against yours.

“Next time you don’t listen to me, I’ll fuck you on the stage.”

[lavenderbexlatte]

a handful (or two)

stray kids 3.9k words female reader insert Thick/Chubby!Reader x Lee Felix  EXPLICIT/NSFW

🖤 warnings: DISCUSSIONS OF WEIGHT/BODY IMAGE/INSECURITY, unprotected sex 🖤

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Sitting at your kitchen table in the early evening, you feel more like a soldier walking into battle than anything else.

You’ve got a list of your body measurements scrawled on a piece of paper beside you, as you scroll through an online shop on your phone. Ruffled blouses, wrap dresses, raw-hemmed jeans, tiered skirts, fitted cardigans. The clothes are cute, and your Likes list has no shortage of garments, but you’ve reached the worst part of clothes shopping:

Finding things that are actually in your size.

Korean online malls are not known for their variety of sizes, even though obviously, the people in any country who need to buy clothes have all different kinds of bodies. The cute clothes, the mainstream ones, the clothes that YouTubers and Instagram models promote, are mostly one-size. And that one size…is small.

Too small for you.

It’s a regular debate that you have with yourself. You shouldn’t even give your patronage to shops like these ones, where you have to filter through every single item and look at the detailed measurements to find the rare pair of pants that you could squeeze into. You shouldn’t play into a system that makes you hate yourself.

But you need new jeans. And in your heart, you want cute jeans from the online mall, like everyone else.

You pull up a pair of jeans in exactly the style that you want and scroll down to the measurements. You have to steel yourself as you look at the numbers.

Waist…hips…thigh…rise…length…

They’re too small.

You pull up another pair, and another, and another. They’re all too small.

“No,” says a small, dark voice in the back of your mind, “You’re just too big.”

You’re so caught up in this game of finding cute things to wear and discovering exactly how much the seller doesn’t want them to fit on people like you, that you don’t even hear your boyfriend until he’s right next to you.

“What are you doing?” comes a deep voice, right in your ear.

You jump in your seat, fumbling your phone for a second and catching it before it falls. Catching your breath, you look up at Felix, stood beside your chair gazing down at you.

“Jesus, when did you get here?” you ask, putting your phone down before anything else happens.

“Just got in,” he answers, nodding toward the door. “I called hello. You didn’t answer.”

Felix has a key to your place, free to come and go as he pleases, so it’s not exactly unusual for him to turn up like this. He’s dressed in a big t-shirt and joggers, practice clothes, obviously fresh from the studio with the rest of the guys.

“I was distracted,” you murmur.

“I guess so,” he grins at you.

You offer a halfhearted smile in return, feeling stupid for your bad mood, caused by something so out of your control. Shopping shouldn’t ruin your day. Felix pulls out your other dining chair to sit across from you at the small dining table, and you can’t help but stare at his body as he settles down. 

He’s so…skinny.

You’re envious. You shouldn’t be, because your body is plenty good enough as it is. But you are. With a body like that, you could wear anything.

“What are you doing?” he asks you.

You hesitate, but Felix pays no mind to your internal struggle, reaching across the table to pick up the scrap of paper covered in your measurements. You want to snatch the paper out of his hands, which is ridiculous. He knows what your body looks like. Seeing the numbers that describe it isn’t going to scare him off.

But still, you feel that sick self-consciousness rising up as he glances over the paper, and sets it back down.

“I’m trying to buy jeans,” you say weakly.

“Trying?” Felix prods.

“Trying and failing.”

You pick up your phone, unlock it, and shove it at him, the screen still open to the last pair of too-small jeans. He peers at the listing, at the chart full of centimeters, and then down at your measurements scrawled out in your handwriting.

“They call that a large?” Felix says, amazed, and you cringe. “It’s like a half-centimeter difference.”

You know he’s just surprised since shopping for women’s clothes isn’t something he does often, and you’re sure he doesn’t know how common this problem is for you. But his words still sting a little.

“Yeah,” you say, “I think I’m done for tonight.”

You try not to let your deep-seated disappointment in the situation, and in yourself, show too much. Felix watches as you stand up and stretch. You can tell he’s thinking hard, can see that he wants to say something. But you really don’t need his commentary on this. You spend enough time thinking about your body, wanting to change your body, hating that you want to change your body…

“Do you want dinner? I went to the store earlier,” you say, determined to change the subject.

“Sure,” Felix agrees easily.

You cross your little kitchen and fling open the cupboard to dig out groceries for your meal. At least this is a task to take your mind off everything.

You don’t even notice as Felix takes the slip of paper from the table and folds it into his pocket.

--------------- Some days later, you all but trip into your bedroom after work, exhausted but hopeful.

Felix’s shoes and jacket were both waiting by the front door when you came in, which means he’s here waiting for you. He was nowhere to be seen in the rest of your small apartment, so that leaves this.

Of course, you’re not disappointed; Felix is lounging on your bed, playing on his phone and looking like the epitome of comfort in lounge pants and messy blonde hair. He smiles like the sunrise when he sees you.

“Hi, angel,” he says, as you drop your bag on the floor.

Instead of replying, you let yourself fall onto the bed beside him, flat on your back, and stretch out your poor sore limbs like a starfish.

“Long day?” he asks.

“The longest,” you agree.

“You’re in luck, though,” he says, “I have a surprise for you.”

You turn your head to look at him. “Really?”

He nods.

“Then gimme!” you quip.

Felix laughs brightly, and unfolds himself to retrieve a small gift bag from the side of the bed, tucked out of view. He hands it to you, and it’s surprisingly heavy and dense for its size. Today isn’t a special day by any means. Just a weekday, a work day, and you wrack your brain to figure out exactly why your boyfriend decided tonight was the night for presents.

“Can I open it?” you ask.

“You’d better,” says Felix, settling back down to watch you.

So you unceremoniously rip out the tissue paper packing, and when you’re met with a small pile of folded fabric, you upend the whole bag onto your bed.

There are four things inside.

A soft, oversized t-shirt, loose and comfortable and your favorite color, to boot.

A pair of thigh-high stockings.

A single thigh garter, in bright white.

And a pair of panties, also white. You unfold the underwear, to reveal a heart-shaped cutout on the back, and at the bottom…

“Crotchless?!” you ask, flustered.

Felix shrugs, his expression mischievous, “I thought they suited you.”

“What’s all this about?” you ask.

“I wanted to prove a point,” he says.

“What point can you prove with lingerie?”

“I’m proving pretty clearly that plenty of stores sell things to your measurements,” he says cheekily, “Just not that one store you were on the other day.”

Oh, my God.

You’re equal parts mortified and absolutely melting with the sweetness at the heart of this gesture. You didn’t realize that he was paying this much attention to you that day. You didn’t realize he knew how frustrated you were, how discouraged.

“They’re pretty,” you admit, turning the panties over in your hands.

“Then try them on for me.”

Felix’s tone is suggestive and low, lower than usual, and you know for certain that he didn’t just buy these things to cheer you up. He’s got an ulterior motive here.

“What’s in it for me?” you tease.

“Dress up for me and find out,” Felix replies.

Never one to turn down the prospect of some fun, you gather up the clothes and dart across the hall into your tiny bathroom. If Felix wants you to dress up for him, you need to do that alone and make a spectacle of it.

You dump the armful of clothing onto the counter. There’s no bra or anything, so you assume that Felix means for you to wear only the t-shirt. And that’s exactly what you do, stripping out of your work clothes and pulling the shirt over your head. You put on the panties, noting exactly how well they fit. The elastic doesn’t dig, and they don’t ride up, just smooth fabric and lace against your skin, hugging the curve of your ass. You try to forget about the opening at the bottom, baring you to the world; you already know Felix fully intends to use it, but you can’t believe he’s done this. It’s bold, even for him.

The thigh-highs come next, and while these also fit more nicely than any pair of tights you’ve ever owned, you have thick thighs, and the soft skin dimples around the top elastic band. You slide the thigh garter onto one leg, settling it at the top of the stocking. It only makes that indent more pronounced, soft flesh giving way under the thick white band. But you try your hardest not to feel self-conscious about it.

Felix picked these things for you. That means he wants to see you like this.

You pluck up all your courage, and walk back into your bedroom. Felix is waiting eagerly, and when you come into view, lingering shyly at the doorway, he smirks. 

Honest-to-God smirks.

“Oh, angel,” he says, his deep voice nearly breaking over the syllables, “Oh, yes.”

You can see plainly on his face how much this little outfit is affecting him, and it sends a little thrill down your spine. Because truly, these clothes aren’t too out of the ordinary. The thigh-highs are new, and the panties aren’t something you would have picked for yourself, but it’s hard not to feel like you’re just wearing…a t-shirt and underwear.

It’s the intimacy, you decide. The fact that Felix carefully chose items in your most precise, comfortable sizes, and built you a sexy little dress-up kit that makes you feel as good as you look…God. Overwhelmingly intimate, you realize, and hot as hell.

“Let me see you, come here and give me a little spin,” Felix teases, twirling his finger in the air to mimic the model turn he’s demanding.

Smiling, squashing down a touch of embarrassment, you comply, coming to stand before Felix and turning around slowly on the spot. You can feel his eyes on you, and as you turn your back on him completely, you hear your bed creak.

Hands land on your waist as Felix pulls you flush against his front, and you can feel how hard he is already, filling out the front of his sweatpants. He’s always eager, always relishes the time you get to spend lost in each other, but he seems especially brazen tonight, as he grinds his clothed cock against your ass and slides his hands under the t-shirt to cup your bare breasts.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he murmurs.

You turn around in his arms, letting his hands drop back to your waist. He’s grinning at you with no small amount of lust in his eyes. You’re sure that you look similarly affected; you can already feel wetness gathering between your legs. His undivided attention, especially when you’re dressed up like this just for him, has you going out of your mind with want.

“Then show me,” you say.

He huffs out a laugh before diving in to kiss you, his pouty bow-shaped lips moving against yours roughly. Felix kisses like he’s starving and you’re one of the desserts that he loves to bake, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he stops ravishing you. His hands wander down to your ass, pinching hard enough that you squeak.

“Easy on the goods!” you chastise, as the spot aches deliciously.

Felix just pinches you again, harder, and guides you back toward your bed. You lay back on the mattress with Felix right behind you, settling between your spread legs. He sits back on his heels, just looking down at you beneath him in your skimpy panties and stockings. He runs his hands down your thighs indulgently, sliding a finger under the garter on one side and pulling it back so that it snaps against your skin.

“Angel, I should’ve thought of this a long time ago,” he says.

There’s no time for you to tease him, because Felix pulls his shirt over his head and discards it over the side of the bed, and you’re taken in by his gorgeous lithe body, his tiny waist and the rippling lines of his abs. No matter how many times you see him like this, it’s still exciting, that you can have someone so beautiful. He takes hold of the hem of your t-shirt next, and coaxes you upright so that he can take that off, too.

Your body is the exact opposite of his, soft where his is hard, sloping curves instead of the sharp cut of his ribs and hips and shoulders. But he leans right down over you and begins to kiss and nibble his way down your body, starting at the juncture of your collarbone. He trails his mouth over your chest, down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasp as he grazes his teeth over the bud, and he laughs gently.

Felix continues his slow ascent as you grasp at the sheets, mouthing over your stomach, soft like the rest of you. His hands hold your legs open wide for him as he moves down your body. He skips over your core entirely, choosing instead to bite sharply into the exposed skin of your upper thigh, above the band of the stockings.

“Lix!” you gasp, unable to help how your hips twitch forward at the sensation of his teeth.

He hums in response, leisurely delving forward to press a single lingering kiss to your folds, on full display in these deceptively pure white panties that hide absolutely nothing.

“Fucking love your legs,” Felix all but growls against the soft skin of your inner thigh, “Fucking love-”

Your hand flies down to grip at Felix’s hair as he bites a second bruise, this one on the tender inside of your leg. He’s never been this singularly-focused before, and you marvel at the way he’s worshipping your thighs, your waist, his hands roaming your ass and tweaking the fabric of the thigh-highs. You’ve always known that Felix liked your body – he’s your fucking boyfriend, after all. But this…

“Felix, I can’t,” you whine, “I need you, I need…”

“Oh, believe me,” Felix says, “I need it more.”

He draws away from you to push and kick his sweats and underwear off, and you watch hungrily as his cock bobs free, painfully hard and already leaking precome.

“You want – like this?” you ask, as Felix drops back on top of you, the head of his cock already nudging up against your pussy.

Felix likes it from behind, likes being able to grab your ass and watch your back arch as he drives into you. He likes you on top, so he can watch you bring yourself to orgasm using him. This is uncommon for you, missionary, you sprawled underneath Felix as he bends your knees up for better access and strokes his fingers down the length of your legs.

He nods, breathless. “Wanna see your face.”

His soft, honest admission makes your heart flutter even as you swear you can feel the arousal thrumming in your veins. You need him, need him so badly you could cry –

With a shift of his hips, Felix lines himself up and pushes into you. He’s agonizingly slow with it, just letting the head split your walls before he drags back out. He’s teasing you, absolutely doing this on purpose, and you can’t handle it. You untangle one hand from the sheets to cling to him, as he just dips the head of his cock in and out of you.

You whimper your frustration, and Felix leans in to kiss your cheeks, your nose, before pushing back in deeper, and deeper again, and finally he’s buried in you to the hilt.

“So gorgeous,” he groans, his deep voice reverbing in his chest, “You’re so good, angel, so good.”

He has one hand gripping your thigh tightly, holding your leg up beside your torso in a position that tests your flexibility more than a little bit. The other hand is digging into the curve of your hip, hard enough that you think there will be bruises.

Felix has those dancers’ hips, and core strength that lets him drive into you like he’s doing now, smooth long strokes that you arch up to meet as well as you can in his grip. He’s holding you at an angle that lets his pelvis grind against your clit every time he bottoms out. It’s not enough stimulation to let you finish, but it’s more than enough to drive you out of your mind.

“Lix, Lix, please,” you beg, not even sure what you’re asking for.

He says something, quiet enough that you can’t really pick it up, and when you move your hand from his dip of his spine to the back of his head, Felix fixes his gaze right on you. He’s still speaking, rambling in his deep voice.  

“-Let a fucking app make you think you’re not perfect cuz their fucking jeans don’t fit you,” he’s saying, “So soft, so pretty, like fuckin’ heaven, look at you.”

You can’t look at yourself all that well, but you can look at Felix, glance down to see the way he’s burying his cock in you again and again, holding himself up to look you in the eye as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Perfect,” he swears, “Taking me like a dream, angel…”

He’s never this vocal, either, and the talk has your head spinning almost as much as the brutal pace he’s maintaining. You can hear the obscene sound of your wetness around him. The desperate, weak first stirrings of an orgasm are starting to creep up on you, but you know yourself. You’re going to need more than this to finish.

Even so, you clench around Felix as he works himself into you again, and again, and he laughs breathlessly at the feeling of it.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” Felix asks, low and sweet.

You shake your head desperately, “Not enough – Lix, please, I need-”

“Not enough?” he echoes, amused, as his hips snap against yours in perfect time, “What, is this not good enough for you, angel?”

“So good, so good, just, please,” you whine.

Felix doesn’t answer you, but he does let go of your leg to bring his fingers up to your face. You’re so far gone, so hazy with lust and the orgasm that’s building but just isn’t close enough, that you barely notice him until his fingers are pressing at your lips.

He has small, beautiful hands, and you open your mouth to let him slip two dainty fingers into your mouth. You suck on the digits, knowing how much Felix likes having your mouth on him, or his on you. He’s not picky, as long as someone is licking, biting, sucking…

“So dirty,” he sighs.

Only for him, you think to yourself. You can’t summon the words to say to him out loud, but you certainly think them. Only for him.

“Don’t hold back on me now, angel,” Felix says.

He retrieves his fingers from your mouth, and snakes his hand down between your bodies to press them feather-light to your clit. You can’t help the gasp that escapes from you as he touches you, gentle and precise. The slide would have been wet and easy enough even without the extra help, but the combination of your saliva and your wetness as it seeps out around Felix’s thick cock makes his fingers glide over your clit with friction so good it’s almost painful.

Under your breath, almost like a prayer, you’re murmuring, chanting, “Please, please, please, please, oh-”

“You first,” he says, “Come on, are you gonna give me one?”

You want to, God, do you want to. You writhe in his hold, torn between rocking away from the steady delicious pressure on your clit and into the press of his cock splitting you open. Felix throws his head back as you tremble around him - your peak is so close you can fucking taste it - and groans.

“Love you,” Felix gasps, “Shit, love you, love your body-”

That’s what does it.

That view, Felix above you, so fucked out, working so hard to make you feel good. Physically and mentally, that’s what he’s trying to do. He saw you being upset for like fifteen minutes the other day and he’s putting in all this effort to build you up. He just wants you to feel good –

“Felix!”

His name passes your lips, just once, before you’re cumming hard with a strangled moan. Felix fucks into you hard once, twice, and then thrusts into you fully with a cry of his own as he cums against your walls. He’s quick to drop down and meet your lips in a messy kiss, pressing your bodies together, skin on skin.

The two of you shudder and murmur your way through your orgasms, as you marvel at how quickly he was able to bring you crashing right over the peak with him.

Once your voice comes back to you, all your can manage is another squeaking, “Felix.”

“Yeah,” he answers, decisive, like you’ve just revealed the secrets of the universe to him. “Yeah.”

He pulls out and gingerly moves off of you, but not without stroking his hands from your waist all the way down your thighs as he goes. You laugh quietly as Felix collapses onto his back beside you, wiping his brow dramatically like he’s just gotten off a hard day at work. His cum begins to drip back out of you as you sit up, which is gross, but you just want to be close to him. You curl against his side, head on his chest, and Felix accommodates you easily, cuddling into you just as eagerly.

As you readjust on the bed, settle into a more comfortable position, you notice the bruises. Tender new bruises on your hip, and along the side of your thigh where Felix had held you so tightly. It’s the perfect shape of his fingertips, fanning out along your skin.

“Jeez,” you murmur, touching the spots and secretly relishing the way they hurt.

“Sorry,” Felix grins, though he doesn’t look very sorry at all. “Just…your thighs. Your body. Love it.”

[hops-hunny]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow

CHAPTER 6

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: (Y/n) lives a normal life. But that’s the issue, it’s normal, it’s plain, and it’s growing boring. Everyday she wishes for something, anything to spice up her life. But, when her old school friend (and crush) shows up at her bakery with a new look (and what looks like a new life), what will it bring for her? Will their puppy love grow? Will his big secret lead to the end of them or will it spark a new beginning?

Warnings: mentions of sex, suggestive conversations, fluff, fingering, soft smut

A/N: A little treat for the horndogs <3

"O-oh god! It's too big Nev, 's not gonna...c-can't-"

"Oh It's going to fit, don't worry pretty girl. Daddy's gonna fuck you so good. You want that, don't you baby?" He asked, cooing as she nodded frantically, tongue lulled out the side of her mouth. Neville had barely gotten past the tip before she began whining, crying about how big he was. He couldn’t help but lose control, shoving himself deep inside her, pistoning his hips at an ungodly pace. His eyes lingered on her chest, entranced by the hypnotic sway that they had due to his thrust. Pinning her hands to the bed, their eyes locked in an intense moment. 

“O-oh fuck princess, you’re so tight. You gonna cum? Hm? Gonna make a-”

“Nev?” he snapped up, a heavy gasp leaving his lips as looked to his side. (Y/n) sat there, a confused look on her face. “Are you alright? I think you were having a nightmare. You kept making a bunch of noises in your sleep!” he felt his face flush, clearing his throat as he looked away from her. His heart began to race as she climbed into his lap, turning his face towards hers. He looked at her, hoping his nerves weren't clear on his face. Due to the snickers he heard in the background, he was certain it was obvious to just about everyone but her what the issue was. 

“Hey um, petal, you might wanna move.” he whispered to her, trying to keep her hips from his troubled area.

“Why?” she asked, tilting her head once more as she moved back. Her eyes widened at the newfound breeze on her rear due to her skirt being lifted up. Not sure of what the cause was she moved back slightly, gasping at the feeling of something hard and long against her ass. Suddenly it all set in, he was- “O-oh. I’m sorry Nev.” she squeaked, quickly hopping from his lap. She smoothed down her skirt, clearing her throat as she eyed everyone in the room awkwardly. While the pair seemed flustered, the team couldn’t get enough of the interaction.

“Well I guess it’s clear why you’re the boss now.” Fred said, laughing as he motioned to the large tent in the man’s pants. George gave him a low five, joining him in his laughter as Neville glared at them all. Who were they to make him feel embarrassed? Standing up he adjusted the tent in his pants but despite his efforts, his dick was still prominent through his slacks.

“Poor (Y/n). She’s not gonna live to see another day after that thi-”

“Would you lot quit it?! When the fuck are we landing?” Neville growled at the bunch, causing the laughter to cease. Everyone knew what it was like to deal with an enraged Neville and that was the last thing they wanted. If the plane hadn't already landed, he’d shoot it right out the sky.

“We’ve actually just landed, boss. I was going to tell you before this little…situation that just occurred. Your bags have already been brought to the villa to ensure we have maximum time to scope out the museum.” Harrison said, giving the man a nod. He hummed, giving him a nod. “In the meantime, the city is yours to roam girls. We’ll be sending two men with you for your safety.” he snapped his fingers and two tall men appeared, their scary appearance paired with “tourist” clothing. What was supposed to be a disguise was just a funny sight of two muscle heads in brightly colored floral shirts. The (h/c) haired girl walked over to the leader, tugging on his sleeve some. He looked down at her, face softening at the pout on her face.

“Will we be able to spend some time together eventually? I know this is technically a work trip for you but I-I’d really like to spend time with you.” she said, making his heart melt. She never failed to make his heart burst, unreasonably cute without even trying. He had already planned on making time for her but now it wasn’t just something on his list, but his main priority. Stroking her cheek gently he put a soft kiss on her forehead.

“ ‘Course petal. In the meantime,” he leaned down sucking on the skin below her ear as he let out a chuckle, “Why don’t you go buy yourself something pretty for me?” her eyes widened but she nodded regardless, looking at him with a shocked expression as he pulled away. Before she could respond Twyla began to drag her, yanking her down the stairs of the jet.

“Come on babes! We’ve got some shopping to do.”

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“Was it really necessary to send them with us?” (Y/n) whispered, looking over her shoulder at the two large men that had been following them from a distance. “I mean, everyone’s looking!” she hissed, pointing to a group of people that were pointing and whispering to them. Twyla shrugged, a subtle skip to her walk.

“Just means we look important! You worry too much, babes. We’re on an expense paid trip to Italy and we don’t have to pay for any of these clothes? There could literally be an angry mob after us and that still wouldn’t kill my mood!” she sighed, still noticing the girl’s tense mood. “Plus, Neville would want you to enjoy yourself. Speaking of him…” she grabbed the girl’s hand, walking into the lingerie store on the left. She looked at her confused.

“Why are we here? Nev already bought me underwear.” she asked, following Twyla as she began to grab different sets off the racks. Another layer of confusion was added on when she noticed that she wasn’t grabbing her own size. Twyla let out a snort, throwing the small pile that she had somehow amassed into her arms.

“Don’t be ridiculous! You’re telling me after today’s little ordeal that you haven’t noticed? Your hottie has definitely been thinking of banging your brains out.” she said, giggling at the girl’s bashful expression. “I’m only telling the truth! And judging by your reactions, you’ve been thinking about it too.” she pondered her words for a moment. It wasn’t not not true. She most certainly had thought about Neville in more unsavory ways. Even before their reuniting, (Y/n) always thought about him as she attempted to get herself off, imagining they were his hands touching her bringing her to a well deserved climax. However anytime she’d get close, she’d become overwhelmed with the thought that what she had been doing was shameful. Masturbating to her old crush from school? What could be more dirty?

“I-I guess I have thought about it once or twice..” she admitted. “B-but I don’t have the balls to just walk out in something like this! What if he laughs at me?” Twyla gawked at the girl, blinking repeatedly. She could not believe her ears.

“Are you kidding me?! The only sound that will be leaving that man’s mouth is the sound of him telling you to get on your knees.” she responded, turning back around to look through the racks for more. “Plus, it’s not like you have to pounce on the man. All I’m saying is wait for the right time, maybe after a nice dinner or something then boom, whip out the goods. You’ve got everything to gain and nothing to lose. If that’s all then let’s check out then go get massages! I’m making you pamper yourself this trip. Merlin knows you need a break.”

(Y/n) was thankful for Twyla’s pep talk knowing the blonde was right. Neville would like anything she did; it was just a matter of when she should do it.

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And pampering they had done. (Y/n) and Twyla had been to just about every ritzy spot Italy had to offer them. After their shopping trip, the taller girl had taken them to get massages. It was funny how the masseuse instantly knew it was her first time from the abundance of knots in her back and when the man was done? She was most certainly an inch taller! They also had gone for manicures (despite having done that a few days ago..). Being bold she decided to get a set out of her comfort zone which she was beyond satisfied with. But the hot Italian sun combined with all the running around had tired her out, resulting in the driver bringing them to the villa.

The villa wasn’t as big as Neville’s second manor but was still insanely big. After the bodyguard had carried her bags to her room for her, she climbed into the brand new silk robe she had gotten, laying on the bed drinking the smoothie the maid had gotten for her. It was nice, just being able to relax. Throughout her years of working, (Y/n) rarely took off days. A lot of the time she’d even cover shifts for employees that couldn’t make it and even when the bakery was closed she would come in, fixing things up and tidying up mindlessly. Numerous times Twyla had caught the girl there when she wasn’t supposed to be and forced her to go home out of concern for her health.

Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of the bedroom door opening, widening with enthusiasm as she saw the tattooed man in the doorway, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Hopping up she ran over to him, jumping into his arms which he gladly accepted, holding her tightly. “I missed you.”

He smiled, setting the flowers down to hold her better before placing a soft peck to her lips. “I missed you too, love. I left early so I could spend some time with you.” his eyes moved to the bags in the corner of the room, chuckling at the large pile. “I’m guessing your shopping trip was successful?” she felt her face heat up at his lack of knowledge of the lingerie that lay within one of them.

“I guess you could say that. Come, come! I wanna relax with you.” she began dragging him over to the bed, straddling him once he was situated. They sat in a comfortable silence with Neville holding the girl close to his chest, just appreciating the closeness he had with her. Since they’re reunion, every intimate moment, be it sexual or not, had been interrupted by some instance where he was needed somewhere else. He hadn’t been able to spend nearly as much time as he wanted with her but now he had her all to himself. His hands rubbed at her back gently until he got bored, deciding to test the waters. He knew it’d take a while before they’d get anywhere near what happened in his dream but he was willing to wait. He’d do anything to be able to touch her, feel her in a way that was less than innocent. As he gripped at her ass with one hand he brought the other one up to her cheek, cupping it as he pulled her into a deep and sensual kiss.

She gladly accepted, kissing back as she brought herself closer to him, playing with the bits of loose hair at the base of his neck. He began to nibble on her lip before pulling away, trailing open mouthed kisses down her neck. A mewl sounded from her, causing him to pull away slowly. Gripping at her waist above her robe, he gazed into her eyes intently. “You wearin’ anything under here?” he asked, watching as she looked down, shaking her head. “No? God you’re making it so hard for me to not just fuck you right here.” he sighed some, reaching for the ties on her robe. He stopped, looking at her once more for confirmation. She nodded frantically before stopping, feeling slightly embarrassed from how eager she was. With one soft tug, her robe was undone revealing her soft supple breast which he instantly went for. With his lips wrapped around one he began to lick and suck at the other, both of them moaning in unison. After a while of him teasing her sensitive nubs she began to grow impatient, rocking her hips against his gently as she let out a soft whimper.

“P-please..” she moaned breathlessly, not too sure of what she wanted. All she knew was that she wanted something, anything. Everything he did had her near her edge, from his kisses to his tongue and she needed to feel more. Pulling away he looked at her, thinking for a moment before pulling the two of them up.

“I wanna try something,” he said, positioning in front of the mirror. “He pushed back the fabric of her robe, putting her pussy on full display. His pants tightened at the sight of her glistening folds which she avoided in the mirror. Neville gripped her chin gently, positioning it to look at her bits in the mirror, chuckling at her wide eyes, pupils fully blown with arousal. With his other hand, he began to massage up and down her thighs. He watched as her legs grew weak, shaking with anticipation. Trailing his fingers near her sex, tracing small patterns on the inside of her thighs. 

He patted the side of her cheek with two fingers, pulling her attention away from herself to make eye contact with him through the glass. “Open up.” he whispered, small praises of approval leaving his mouth as she did. He took his thick digits, slowly pushing past her kiss stung lips. His eyes watched in the mirror as they entered her wet little mouth, groaning at the feeling of her soft tongue gliding along the underside of them. Pushing them a little further, she gagged, eyes tearing up. She looked so pretty with tears in her eyes, already fucked out before he had even put them in. It was hard to tell who wanted it more at this point but as Neville finally slid a finger into her folds, it was obvious. Hot tears fell down her face, already overwhelmed from it all. Pumping his finger in and out, his eyes flickered between her fucked out face and her pussy, juices already coating her thighs. Moving his face to her neck, he began to suck and kiss on her neck.

(Y/n) was becoming more and more desperate by the moment. She had subconsciously begun to play with her tits, rubbing and tugging on her nipples. “M-more, Nev please!” she begged to which he instantly complied, sliding another finger in. He began to work her open more, scissoring and stretching his fingers inside of her. Once her muscle had relaxed once again, he began to speed up his moment, the heel of his palm creating a slapping noise each time it’d meet her pussy.

“Merlin, baby, you’re soaked. Your messy little cunt’s just eating my fingers.” he purred out, chuckling deeply as he felt her clench at his words. Who knew his pretty little princess would get worked up so easily, slowly reaching her peak just from a few fingers and words? He used his other hand to rub at her clit, causing her knees to buckle, falling back onto him for support. He loved how much she relied on him, becoming a needy mess just for him. He curled his fingers up, aiming for her spot until he found it causing her to let out a loud cry, gripping onto his arm tightly. Neville watched as her face scrunched up, tears streaming down her face.

“N-need to….need ta….O-oh god Nev! I’m gonna-” before she could finish her eyes widened before snapping close, head falling back onto his shoulder as she rutted her hips against his fingers, whimpering as she rode out her high. He continued to rub at her clit, fingering her cunt until she began to whine, pushing him away. He smirked some, admiring her fucked out expression in the mirror. Her eyes were shut, pants  puffy lips. He licked his lips at the sight of her cunt, sensitive and fucked out, messy and cum covered from her orgasm. As he pulled his fingers out, he had to stop himself from letting out a string of curses at the way her cream began to run hot down her legs along with the bit that had gathered on his fingers. Lifting them to his face he wasted no time, sucking and licking on them. He moaned softly, continuing to clean them thoroughly, not stopping until the only thing that remained was the salty taste of his own flesh.

“You look so pretty when you cum, flower.” he muttered, smiling as the girl just let out a soft ‘mhm’, half asleep and barely able to process his words. He took off her robe, lifting her up as he began to carry her to their private bathroom, letting out a content sigh at the events that had just happened. Although he hadn’t been able to get off himself, he was more than happy being able to just please her. 

Afterall, it was what he wanted more than anything, to have his flower live in absolute happiness and pleasure.

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[cozy-the-overlord]

Happiness

Summary: A daughter of Thanos, Eija had grown accustomed to the isolated nature of life on the Sanctuary. Only when her father orders her to keep watch over an injured prisoner does she begin to realize how lonely it is.

Written for @lucywrites02′s Lucywrites19 Writing Challenge on prompt #6

Word Count: 4,078

Pairing: Loki (Marvel) x OFC

A/N: Lucy: *puts together a list of really nice, sweet, loving prompts that would make for some wonderful, fluffy fics* 

Me: And I took that personally

Honestly, this turned into more of a separate challenge for me to see if I could take a fluffy prompt and write an angst bomb. I can say I’m both pleased and thoroughly ashamed of myself.

Happy Birthday, Lucy! I hope you don’t hate me too much after this one ...

Warnings: Implied/referenced torture (it’s not super graphic, but it’s definitely there), blood/injury, character death

Tags: @lucywrites02 @gaitwae @whatafuckingdumbass @the-emo-asgardian @imnotrevealingmyname

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“Are you happy, child?”

It wasn’t the type of thing Eija had expected the hulking warrior to ask a street urchin like her, especially not after catching her wrist in his pocket. Really, she should have known better than to try to steal from someone so clearly capable of crushing her skull within his fist, but his golden armor had glistened so temptingly in the sunlight and besides, she had never been caught before …

When he caught her wrist and yanked her in front of him, Eija was sure that this was the end. The penalty for stealing was steep to begin with, but stealing from a noble (and certainly this man must have been a noble) could lose you your head. But he said nothing of punishment. Instead, he curled his purple lips into a smile and asked her that question.

“Are you happy, child?”

No one had ever asked her that before. No one ever really asked her anything—the most Eija ever got were the curses spat at her on the street, on the luckless days when pickpocketing had brought her nothing and she was forced to beg for sustenance. No one cared enough to ask after her.

No, she told the warrior-noble, no, she wasn’t happy. She was hungry and tired and cold, and she didn’t have money to buy food.

The towering creature laughed, caressing the brilliant hilt that hung at his waist. “I thought not. Come,” he said, stepping forward and motioning her to follow. “I have something for you to eat on my ship.”

…

Eija tugged at the laces on her boot. She had tied and untied them three times already, but she could think of nothing else to do in this tiny room, so she went in for the fourth. Besides her, the Jotun sagged against his braces in the metal chair, his labored breathing the only sound to break the stillness. He didn’t look very Jotun. Lord Thanos had explained that it was some kind of enchantment—the AllFather had magicked away his blue skin when he was a baby to make him look more Asgardian. Eija didn’t really understand the reasoning behind such an action, but she didn’t need to. Her job was simply to make sure he survived the night.

It was a frustrating assignment. Eija wasn’t a healer—she had no idea what she was supposed to do if death came knocking for the prisoner. Unfortunately, she wasn’t exactly an assassin either, and so unlike the rest of her adoptive siblings her role on the Sanctuary wasn’t considered to be of critical importance.

So here she was. Babysitting.

The Jotun groaned. It was a soft noise, but it was enough to rip Eija’s attention away from her shoes. He shifted against his restraints, but there was no force behind the movements.

“Hey,” she called. “Are you awake?” She shouldn’t have been talking to the prisoner. Somehow, she knew Lord Thanos wouldn’t like it if he were to find out. Still, the metallic room housed a lonely existence, and Eija was desperate for any kind of distraction.

Although the prisoner didn’t exactly seem to be the ideal conversation partner. He flinched at the sound of her voice, his feeble movement falling still as abruptly as it began. Perhaps she should have gone back to her laces, but Eija was intrigued. She left her stool to stand before the Jotun, peering down at him through his shackles.

“Are you awake?” she asked again. He didn’t respond. His eyes were closed, his head hanging limply against his shoulders, as if he hadn’t just been rustling about. The thought of some grand Jotun (Asgardian?) prince trying to trick her by playing dead was so comical that Eija had to bite back her laugh.

“Hey,” she said instead, trying to add some of that Black Order sharpness to her voice as she tapped his arm. “Knock it off. I know you’re awake.”

He looked up at her then, his movement slow and labored. It almost made her wince, just looking at the way he struggled to open his bloodshot eyes. Lord Thanos had allowed Proxima charge of the Jotun today, and she had clearly made the most of it—his face was so swollen that she never would have recognized the man Corvus had pulled out of the depths of space only a week ago.

“What do you want?” he whispered, voice low and hoarse. He was making a valiant effort to control his breathing, but Eija knew the look of fear when she saw it. She had seen it in the faces of almost everyone who found themselves in the presence of Lord Thanos and his children, although those faces were never focused on her. This must have been the first time she was the cause of such terror.

It was an odd feeling. Eija wasn’t sure she liked it.

She shrugged, dropping the serious tone. “I just wanted to talk to someone. It gets very dull in here.”

The prisoner only stared at her.

No, not the ideal conversation partner at all.

Eija sighed. It seemed she’d be returning to her shoelaces in short time after all.

“Can you tell me your name at least?” she asked. No one had mentioned it yet, and Eija had been afraid to inquire. Lord Thanos hadn’t been particularly happy when he gave her this assignment—his anger had been more directed at Proxima, for nearly killing the prisoner, but Eija didn’t want to give him a reason to turn on her. She wasn’t often the target of the Mad Titan’s fury, but the few times she was were enough of a lesson for a lifetime.

But the Jotun made no response. “Is this a trick?” he asked finally.

“No. I’m just curious.” A strand of black hair had fallen into his eye. Eija was tempted to brush it away, but she held herself back. “I’ll tell you my name, if it makes you feel better,” she offered.

She waited a moment for him to give some kind of answer. He didn’t.

“Eija,” she said. “My name’s Eija.”

He inhaled. “Did he send you to kill me?”

The question caught her off guard, although perhaps it was fair. “What? No, no I’m just— no,” she stuttered. “I don’t … kill people.”

He eyed her, unconvinced. “Why are you here, then?”

“To make sure you don’t die,” she said. “They were worried, you know.” Proxima had been quite proud of herself. Eija had overheard her bragging to some of the others earlier in the day about how she had the little prince calling out for his mother by the end. They had been laughing about it, how quickly he had succumbed to childish instincts, but the thought intrigued Eija.

She had never known her mother. Before Lord Thanos had found her, she had had no one but herself, scrounging up what food she could from what she stole on the street. She never cried for anyone, no matter how frightened she was. She had no one to cry for.

She wondered what it was like.

“Are you truly not going to tell me your name?” she asked. It was a bit disappointing. She had hoped he’d be at least a little more interesting than this.

He swallowed slowly, painfully. Whereas before it seemed he was afraid to take his eyes off of her, now he seemed unable to meet her gaze.

“Loki,” he finally whispered.

“Loki,” Eija repeated. The name made her smile, although she wasn’t quite sure why it would. “It’s nice to meet you, Loki.”

She asked him more questions as the night went on—questions about his home, his family, his childhood memories. At first, he wouldn’t answer any of them. He’d just stare at her blankly as she posed her queries or whip his head away as if he couldn’t stand to be faced with the words.

So, she changed tactics. She told him about growing up on Knowhere, before Thanos found her, about how when she was not yet six years of age the man she had known as her father dumped her on the side of the road and flew away into permanent obscurity, and about how she taught herself how to reach into another’s pocket and pull out exactly what she was looking for by practicing on the other unsuspecting urchins who lived alongside her on the street. It was strange, to relieve those stories before an audience. Because he was an audience, like it or not. He was listening to every word she said, even more so, she suspected, than he wanted to let on.

When she left that morning, after Corvus came to take over for the day, her throat was so dry she could barely speak. It was a nice kind of dry, though. The Black Order never demanded her voice anyways, so it wasn’t a noticeable inconvenience.

It was worth it.

“You again,” Loki muttered when she slipped into the cell the following evening. “Eija.”

“Hey!” she exclaimed. “You remembered my name!”

“You talked a lot.” He blinked sleepily. “You had a nice voice.”

Eija stopped. She wasn’t certain she heard him incorrectly. “What?”

He yawned. “You had a nice voice.”

She felt a flush rising in her cheeks. It was quite possibly the kindest thing anyone had ever said to her, as ridiculous as it seemed. Eija doubted her siblings could even recognize the sound of her voice—if they did, it would have been to scold her for stepping so far out of line, certainly not to pay her a compliment.

“If you’d like,” she said eagerly, pulling the stool across the room so she could sit next to him. “I can tell you more stories?”

It became the part of the day Eija looked forward to most—the moments where she could talk for hours about anything she wanted, without the ever-present fear of her siblings’ mockery or the Mad Titan’s chastening. It felt … safe, in a way that she hadn’t felt safe before. Warm. She always felt so alone on this ship, wasting away whilst awaiting orders. There were points where even her own thoughts seemed to abandon her to the darkness.

But not here. Not with Loki.

He seemed to enjoy it as well. Of course, she held no illusions that he was quite literally a captive audience, but he listened. He remembered the things she said to him. On good days, he’d even ask her questions, add in thoughts and stories of his own.

“You said you don’t kill people,” he asked suddenly, on one such visit. “Did you mean that?”

Eija shifted uncomfortably. This had always been an awkward subject. “Yes,” she said. “I’m not an assassin. I don’t have the training.”

“What do you do here, then?”

She inhaled. “Steal things.”

“Steal things?” he repeated. “What kind of things?”

Eija shrugged. “Anything he wants,” she said. “Weapons, passkeys, precious gems—whatever.” She remembered that day, when Lord Thanos had taken her from the streets to his ship, what he had said as she devoured the soup his servant placed in front of her.

“I have more trained killers than I know what to do with,” he told her. “But perhaps I could use a sneak thief.”

Eija had agreed to everything he said— it wasn’t as if she was in any position to refuse him, and besides, anything had to be better than sleeping in a trash bin. And so, she became the Titan’s personal retriever, sneaking her way across the galaxy and returning with the treasures he coveted in her pockets. Her methods were straight and to the point. She was in and out before anyone even noticed her presence, and, unlike her adopted siblings, there wasn’t a trail of bodies left in her wake.

“But if your role is to steal things,” Loki asked. “Then what are you doing with me?”

Eija didn’t answer right away. Thanos had not ordered her to continue her night watch over the Jotun prisoner. He hadn’t said that she couldn’t, but she was fairly certain that he wouldn’t be pleased to find that she had. What was she doing here?

“I just like to talk to somebody, I guess,” she said. “Besides, somebody has to make sure you make it through the night.”

Although it became exceedingly clear with each passing day that such a task may be outside of her abilities. One night, she could hear his hacking all the way down the hall, rattling the walls as she rushed to his side. She found him sagging limply against his shackles, soaked in blood and sweat and goodness knows what else as he choked on his own breath.

Eija didn’t know what to do—she could only wipe the blood from his face and hold the bottle of water to his lips.

“What does he want from me?” he croaked, once he could finally speak. There were tears running down the creases of his face, although whether that was from emotion or pain Eija couldn’t be sure. “Why is he doing this to me?”

For once, she said nothing. She had no answer for him.

She tried asking Gamora once. It was no secret that the Zehoberei was Lord Thanos’ favorite—if he were to tell anyone his intentions for the prisoner, it would be her.

But the assassin gave her nothing. “He has a use in mind,” she said. “Don’t question him.”

“But,” Eija hesitated. “If that’s the case, why is he hurting him?” She gulped. “If he has a use for him, shouldn’t he be … using him?”

Gamora glared at her. “If he’s not strong enough to survive this, he’s not strong enough to do Thanos’ bidding.” Her tone lowered in warning. “Remember your place.”

Eija did remember her place. She was reminded of it with every passing moment—leashed to her lord’s beck and call, every day walking that delicate tightrope of anticipating his wishes without asserting herself too far in his eyes, living in fear of the day when the bottom finally fell through and he decided to unsheathe the blade at his waist.

Was this his plan for Loki as well? Torture him to death’s edge until it pleased him to make him yet another glorified slave? She thought of Loki, shackled to his chair, heaving and coughing up blood, sentenced to wither away until Thanos found use for him … for what? The mere crime of existence?

And here she was, letting it happen, watching as Thanos sucked the life out of him, simply using him as a receptacle to her own selfish need for attention.

She was just as awful.

But there was nothing she could do about it. Was there?

Unless …

The thought started as a hypothetical. Isn’t that how all treason began? A tiny what-if, buried under one’s daily worries? The hangers of the Sanctuary were hardly well-guarded. There was little reason to guard them, after all—few on this vessel had cause to sneak off of it, and those who did hadn’t the opportunity. And with the current position they had been holding the last few days, only a small way from the Krylor jump point, which could then take you down through one of the major galactical traffic-ways …

Stealing a ship would be almost too easy.

It wouldn’t work, she told herself as she stood amongst her siblings in Thanos’ court. The ship was one thing, the passenger was something else entirely. Loki’s chains were specifically designed by the Mad Titan to stifle the magic of that whom they held. They were the very definition of unbreakable. And the key—Thanos kept it on his person at all times, hooked to his belt alongside his blades. Any scheme was doomed to fail.

But sometimes, opportunities present themselves.

“And where are you going, child?”

Eija jumped out of her skin when she turned the corner and nearly collided with the lord himself. It took her a moment to find her voice.

“To watch over the prisoner, as you ordered, sir.”

He frowned. “That was weeks ago. You’re not still doing that now?”

She bit her tongue, so hard it hurt. “W-with all due respect sir, you never told me to stop.”

“Well, I’m telling you now. Such action is no longer necessary.”

“Yes sir.” She nodded. “Apologies, sir.”

Eija stood there shaking long after he had continued down the hall. Her heart felt as if it might pound its way out of her chest. He had to have noticed. In a moment, he’d come storming back up the corridor, grab her by her neck, and crush her skull against the wall.

But he never did.

It was just Eija, alone in the hallway, clutching the golden key between her trembling fingers.

There was little time. Her theft could only go overlooked for so long. She didn’t have the chance to question herself as she rushed to Loki’s cell—any moment spent in doubt was a moment wasted.

Loki seemed to be unconscious when she first arrived at his side, but he popped up with a start the moment she reached for his chains.

“What—" he gasped, eyes wild. “What’s happening?”

The key clicked in the lock. He heaved a breath, falling forward as the shackles fell open.

“You’re going home.” Eija’s mind was racing at a mile a minute. They couldn’t steal a Q-ship—it was too big; they’d would be noticed immediately … “Can you fly a pod?” she asked.

He gulped. “Possibly?”

“Good enough.” She pulled him to his feet. It was at this moment she became aware of the fact that she had only every seen him seated. Loki was tall. Much, much taller than her, and when he sagged against her it took all of her strength to keep him from tumbling to the metallic floor. For a moment she feared that he was too weak to even stand on his own and nearly panicked, because oh goodness how was she supposed to carry him all the way to the hanger—

But he managed to stabilize himself, gripping her shoulder so tightly that she lost feeling in it, but standing on his own. Slowly, she was able to walk him into the hallway.

The hanger was only a few floors above them, but the elevator ride felt like an eternity.

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop …

If it stopped before they reached their destination, they were both dead.

Besides her, Loki’s breathing was labored. He hadn’t said anything since she had come to get him.

She squeezed his forearm, hoping he couldn’t feel how she was trembling like a leaf. “You alright?”

He nodded weakly. “I assume you have a plan?”

“The pods are lined on the far wall of the hanger.” She inhaled. “When the door opens, we run like mad and get you on one. And then you take off for the jump point, and don’t stop until you’ve hit traffic.”

Loki turned to her, brow furrowed. “What about you?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Me?”

“Yes. Surely you’ll not stay here?”

Eija gulped. There wasn’t time to think about that now.

The elevator doors clicked open to reveal a thicket of barbed shadows and twisted metal. The hanger was lifeless and barren this time of night, lit only by the glow of the cosmos streaming in through the glass. They made their way in perfect silence, the only sound being the pounding of her heartbeat behind her eardrums. Every dark shape seemed like a waiting figure. Now, it was Eija that clung to him too tightly, terrified that at any moment someone would jump out and rip him from her grasp. By the time they reached their destination, they were both wildly out of breath.

The pods were small, thin one-man transports. Calling them ships was really being too generous. They weren’t really meant for long term travel, but they could work for a few jumps—long enough to get to civilized airspace, which was all he needed. She helped Loki into the compartment, careful to keep him from hitting his head on the low ceiling. This damn ship had caused him enough pain already.

He sighed, leaning against the seat in one short moment of rest before turning back to her. “You still haven’t said what you plan to do.”

Eija hesitated. What could she plan to do? She had nothing waiting for her beyond this ship. As with all of his children, Thanos held a piece of her that he would never relinquish, no matter how far she flew.

“I’ll stay here,” she murmured. “For now, at least. They might pick up on something if too much is out of place.”

“But—"

“Please,” Eija hissed. “You remember what I said, right? Take the Krylor jump, and just keep towards Xandar.” She inhaled so deeply it hurt, trying to bury the aching dread building in her chest. “Stay with the crowds whenever you can—he won’t bother with you if it means he has to go through heavy populations.”

Loki nodded, but she wasn’t certain he was listening. There was a sadness behind his eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul. He squeezed her hand, pressing her knuckles to his lips in the lightest of kisses.

“Thank you, Eija,” he whispered. “May fate be kind to you.”

…

The alarm went off some hours later, when morning dawned upon an empty cell. They came for her only minutes after. Eija hadn’t been certain of what she would do—would she scream when they broke down her door? Cry for help? Fight for her life? But as the Black Order filed into her room with their weapons drawn, Eija felt only an overwhelming calm. It was good that they were here. The longer they spent with her, the more of a chance Loki had of getting away.

She went with her adoptive siblings willingly.

They took her to the same tiny room where this had all begun, shackled her to the same chair she had watched over so diligently. Eija barely registered it.

Surely, Loki was hundreds of star systems away from here now.

Surely he was safe.

When the pain did come, it filled every fiber of her being, burning through her body as if she were nothing but dry kindling. Her vision bled white. Her screams ripped her throat raw.

They asked no questions. She was relieved for that at least, because her every coherent thought shattered to pieces long before it could reach her lips.

She understood now why Loki had cried for his mother. She would have too, had she a mother to cry for. Instead, she just cried.

Eija wasn’t certain how much time had passed before he arrived. It could have been hours, it could have been months, but at some point when she dragged her aching head to look up she found Lord Thanos staring down at her, the stony weight of disappointment heavy on his features.

Gamora stood next to him. She spared a glance at her former sister, softer, sadder, almost sympathetic, before she turned back to her father.

“Sir, the Jotun is out of tracking range. There’s nothing we can do at this point.”

Out of range.

Eija thought of Loki, raven hair streaming in the breeze behind him as he pulled himself out of the craft, safe on some green, luscious, faraway planet that the Black Order could never reach. She smiled, blood dripping from her lips.

Thanos’ expression remained immovable.

“Well, child,” he finally said, looking down at her as he caressed the glinting hilt at his waist. “Look upon this mess. See what you have done. Are you happy now?” He reached out with his other hand, tipping her chin up towards him with a single finger, as if the mere thought of touching her disgusted him. “You look happy.”

Eija felt a laugh tickle her throat. It came out as more of a cough, blood and bile staining her tongue. Still, she could not bring herself to stop smiling.

“I am happy, sir.”

It was true. A beautiful warmth flooded her aching chest. She laughed again, closing her eyes and letting the feeling wash over her.

She was still laughing when the blade severed her throat. 

[loverhymeswith]

What a Wicked Game | Four

[Rick Flag x OC]

Word Count: 2,970 words

Warnings: Mentions of guns, blood, minor injuries

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Two Years Ago

Angel

Angel doesn’t consider herself to be an unfair judge of character, but as far as first impressions go, she’s pretty sure she hates Colonel Rick Flag. It’s only been an hour and already she’s tallied up a long list of things that make her wish she could break out of this collar and show him just why she ended up in Belle Reve in the first place.

His bossiness and disapproving looks, she can deal with. This ridiculous leather suit, several sizes too big, she can live without. But when he gives the order for the doctor to insert a nano-bomb into the back of her neck – the horrific way he and Waller plan to keep her in line - she sees red. Imagines all the ways she’s going to hurt him until he’s begging for mercy.

Angel isn’t prone to revenge, but she promises herself that one day, Rick Flag is going to pay for this.

She’s barely been in Belle Reve for twelve hours when she finds herself being escorted out of the prison gates by a cluster of heavily armed guards. It’s a little overkill if you ask her. Do they really think she’s going to make a run for it?

Even it wasn’t for the bomb in her brain, where exactly would she go? They’re in the middle of the Louisiana swamps, and while the horrible collar as finally been removed, it’s been replaced by a pair of equally restrictive bracelets.

Waiting outside the prison is a huge black helicopter, it’s blades already whirling, ready for take-off. She squints against the wind, strands of hair whipping free from her braid. Can’t hear a word Flag is saying, but his hand gestures are clear enough.

Get your ass inside.

Onboard the chopper, Angel stands by his side, feeling like it’s her first day at school as he address the assortment of criminals already strapped in and ready to go.

“Alright, listen up squad. We’ve got a new member joining us today. Say hello to Angel Peterson.” He motions for her to find a seat. “Angel, meet your new family…”

Before Flag can offer any further introductions, a tall man in a red leather suit shouts over the noise of the chopper’s blades. “Hey, I know who you are. You’re the Angel of Death.”

Angel stiffens. She’s never cared for that title, a stupid pun that somehow followed to her Blackgate and beyond. The media does love a horror story.

Ignoring the red-suited man and the other pairs of eyes watching her, she takes a seat at the far end of the chopper, strapping herself in just before it takes off. For the most part she has no idea who her fellow inmates are. Hasn’t yet had the pleasure of their company. The woman next to her, however, needs no introduction.

“Ooh honey, you’re the closest thing we get to a celebrity round these parts.” Harley Quinn claps her manicured hands together in delight. “Pleased to meet ya.”

Angel gives the Joker’s girlfriend an uneasy smile. Having spent the last few years in Gotham she knows exactly who Harley Quinn is. Doesn’t know whether she should be scared or in awe of the colourful convict, though.

She’s trying to think of something to say to the Queen of Crime, when the red-suited man peers around Harley, giving Angel another once over. He lets out a low whistle when his eyes land on the power-dampening bracelets around her wrists.

“Damn. Didn’t know you were a Meta.”

“Leave her alone, Floyd.” Harley elbows him playfully before whispering conspiratorially to Angel. “Just ignore Deadshot, he’s only jealous. Love your hair by the way. Can you do mine?” She reaches out and tugs Angel’s braid.

Taking no notice of the commotion Angel’s arrival has caused, Flag continues to address the team. “Angel here is – was – a nurse. So, for the purposes of this mission, she will be your medic. Anyone gets injured, she’ll be patching you up.”

“Oh, give over Flag.” An Australian accent calls out from the other end of the chopper. “Waller didn’t send us a medic. She sent us another bloody murderer.”

“Shut up, Boomerang.” Harley and Flag snap in unison.

Angel’s eyes land on the rugged man diagonally opposite. He’s dressed in a long leather coat and sporting an array of shimmering silver boomerangs. Noticing her stare, he flashes a grin revealing a single gold tooth.

“You do know we’re called the Suicide Squad, right?” The Australian continues, oblivious to the glares of his comrades. “Why would they send us a medic when we’re just the bloody collateral.”

“You want to bleed to death out there Boomerang, be my guest. But if anyone feels like not dying today…” Flag waves a hand in Angel’s direction, considering the matter settled.

Angel shrinks back into her seat, feeling the weight of the squad’s eyes on her. She’s never felt comfortable being the centre of attention. Prefers to fade into the background. After the circus of her trial, she’s had enough lime-light to last her a lifetime. Perhaps subconsciously this is why she’s chosen a seat next to Harley.

“Is it true, you can stop a man’s heart with your pinkie?” asks Harley, who is now gazing at her, fascinatedly.

“Quit it Harley,” Flag hollers, not even giving Angel chance to think about replying. “Now y’all know the mission, but I’ll repeat myself for Angel’s benefit.”

Flag proceeds to explain their goal. It’s supposed to be a simple extraction of information. In and out. Something to do with a rogue nation holding a US spy political prisoner. Waller wants to find out what the prisoner has told his captors. Presumably so she can do damage control. The key, Flag reiterates, is leaving no trace.

And apparently that’s where Angel comes in.

“We’ll be splitting into two teams. Harley, Boomerang, Deadshot, you’re the distraction. Intel suggests the prisoner’s being held in the basement of the compound. Draw out their defence and keep ‘em busy so we can get inside.”

“My speciality.” Harley nudges Angel, grinning proudly.

Unease flickers across Flag’s stern features. He’s obviously well accustomed to Harley’s particular brand of distraction. “Deadshot, I’m trusting you to keep these two in line.”

Deadshot offers him a mock salute.

Angel is already starting to get the sense that the squad don’t have much respect for Flag. The only thing keeping them here and following his orders, are the blasted nano-bombs. She scratches the back of her neck, still pricking from where the doctor injected her.

“Croc, Peterson, you’re with me.”

Angel is surprised she hasn’t noticed the giant half-man, half-crocodile strapped in beside Captain Boomerang. After meeting Amanda Waller though, she can’t say he’s the most terrifying creature she’s come across in Belle Reve.

Catching her staring, the croc bares his teeth and grunts. ­­“Fresh meat.”

“Enough Waylon.” Flag approaches Angel offering her what he must imagine is a reassuring grin. “Don’t worry, Waylon knows better than to eat the rookies.”

She wishes she could knock that smile off his stupid, handsome face but settles for ignoring him instead. Unfortunately, Flag doesn’t seem to get the hint. He’s standing so close she has to crane her neck up to meet his gaze.

It seems unfair that those hazel eyes are wasted on such an angry man.

“Angel, your job is to take down any remaining soldiers on our way to the target. Whatever you did to those guards at Blackgate, do that again. We’re supposed to be invisible, so no injuries. Just knock ‘em out for a few hours.”

He holds out a small black handgun.

Angel blinks twice, not sure what to make of the action. She’s had guns pointed on her plenty of times. Never been offered one before, though.

“You’ll be needing this,” he says by way of explanation.

“No thanks.”

“I’ll take it.” Harley waggles her fingers greedily. Angel suspects she has more than enough of her own weapons stashed in the red and black duffle bag by her feet.

Flag ignores Harley, staring at Angel in bewilderment. “What d’you mean, “no thanks”?”

Angel crosses her arms. He’s obviously not used to being turned down. Especially not when it comes to offering weapons to convicted criminals.

“I mean I don’t want it.”

Bewilderment turns to vexation. “I don’t know how those powers of yours work, but unless they operate long range, you’re gonna need one of these.”

“I thought you said no one was supposed to get hurt.”

Harley cackles. “Ooh, I like this one Flag.”

Flag pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just take the damn gun, Angel. You’ll soon find out that things don’t always go to plan on these missions.”

The cold weight of the gun feels alien in her hands. She has no idea what she’s supposed to do with it. Never even seen one up close until she found herself in prison. Doesn’t think it’s a good idea to mention this to Flag now, though. He might just change his mind and throw her out of the chopper.

Time has been moving slowly for Angel since her first night in prison, so she can’t tell how long they’ve been in the air for. Just knows that by the time the chopper lands, her legs have turned to jelly. The rest of the team have disembarked when she manages to stumble to the door.

Well, almost all of the team.

“Peterson, wait.”

She glances over her shoulder to find Flag standing by the pilot, a khaki baseball cap now covering his head. His eyes hazel sweep over her. “Need to take off your bracelets.”

“Right.” She holds out her arms. “Not much good to you without my powers, am I?”

He ignores her, pulling out a key from the chest pocket of his tac vest. Angel watches quietly as his thick, calloused fingers make light work of the locks around her wrists. When he slips the power dampeners off and pockets them, she rubs her bare skin.

There’s no way of knowing if her gift has returned without putting it to the test. It’s not something she can feel lurking beneath her skin. Only knows its there when she sees it in action. She wonders how long it would take Waller to blow her brain to pieces if she made a grab for Flag.

“You good?” He asks, oblivious to her violent fantasies.

“Just peachy.”

Angel climbs out of the chopper with Flag on her heels. They join Croc and the distraction team, who are already bickering amongst themselves. Something about a pink unicorn.

This is her team - the people she should be trusting to have her back.

Boomerang’s words come back to haunt her.

Suicide Squad.

There’s a very good chance she’s not coming back from this mission. Just another disposable asset. No one’s going to cry any tears if she doesn’t make it, that’s for sure. Waller might be disappointed her latest asset was a flop, but she gets the feeling it won’t take the woman long to find a replacement.

She starts to understand, just a tiny bit, why Flag seems so irritated all the time.

“Err, Colonel…Flag.” She’s not quite sure the correct way to address him. ‘Colonel’ seems too formal.

He’s halfway through breaking up the argument between Deadshot and Boomerang when he throws an impatient look over his shoulder. “What?”

“How many Task Force X missions have you been on?”

She’s actually trying to gauge the squad’s success rate, but she thinks better of framing it like that.

“With this current squad? Three.”

Angel wishes she hadn’t asked.

After a short trek through the abandoned industrial area of an unknown city, it’s time for Angel’s team to part ways with Harley and the others, but not before Flag reminds Deadshot to keep his companions under control.

“Distraction, not destruction.”

“Aye, aye, Colonel.” Deadshot winks at Angel before joining the others.

“What are they going to do?” She finds herself asking Flag, while they stand in the shadows of a derelict warehouse, waiting for some unknown signal.

The colonel has his arms folded over his vest, capped pulled low over his brow as he leans against the wall. On the surface he looks calm, laid back even, but she can sense the nervous tension coiling within his body, ready to spring into action at a second’s notice.

Flag raises an eyebrow, torn between annoyance and amusement. “Ask a lot of questions, don’t you Peterson? You want my advice? Don’t worry about them. Worry about us. Be more like Croc. Right Waylon?”

Waylon, who’s only said two words so far, just grunts.

“Got it.”

Needless to say, the plan does not go without a hitch.

Taking down the first solider goes better than she could have anticipated. Distracted by the sight of Waylon, the poor man doesn’t even notice Angel creeping up behind him as Rick provides her cover.

She grabs the guard’s arm and squeezes tightly. The sudden lack of oxygen to his brain causes his legs to buckle and he drops to the ground. She checks his pulse. It’s fluttering, but he’ll survive.

“How long will he be out?” Flag asks, seemingly unaffected by the display of her power. He’s probably used to it, spending his days around meta-humans and super-villains.

“A few hours?” She shrugs; it’s not an exact science.

“Good. Let’s move out.”

The next soldiers they encounter don’t go down so easily. While Angel’s busy taking care of one man, slowing his heart until he falls into a deep sleep, Rick is forced to incapacitate the other with the butt of his assault rifle.

“Can you get rid of that?” he asks, indicating the laceration above the soldier’s left eye.

No injuries. No traces.

“Yes, sir.” She mumbles to herself, scrambling across the ground to the prone male. Places her fingers on his brow and concentrates. The shift in her power takes a great deal of effort, even for such a minor wound, but she feels his blood start to clot, quickly forming into a scab.

Moments later the soldier is fully healed, without so much as a scratch remaining.

Angel wipes her own brow, her hand coming away damp with perspiration. She’s not accustomed to using her gift so much in such a short space of time. Not even when she was still working at the hospital. Doesn’t help that she’s out of practice thanks to the power dampeners. She can feel her energy waning, but she forces herself to her feet. The last thing she wants is for Flag to think she’s weak.

They continue through the basement, working in tandem to take down the remaining soldiers.

By the time Flag orders them to hold back, whispering, “that’s the target”, Angel is panting, sweaty and splattered with blood that is not her own.

So much for no injuries, but she’s healed them all. Not a trace of the team’s presence remaining except of course, the trail of unconscious guards. Easy to blame on a gas leak, Flag explains when she questions it.

While Flag approaches the prisoner, Angel hangs back with Waylon, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. It’s almost over, this first mission. And she’s actually looking forward to returning to that god forsaken prison.

She’s distracted and daydreaming, definitely not staring at Flag’s muscled back as he interrogates the prisoner, when Waylon growls.

“We got company.”

Two soldiers creep out of the shadows, clearly planning to take Flag by surprise. Waylon is across the room and on top of the first solider before Angel can even think about screaming. Flag has seen the second solider and quickly engages him, wrestling the man to the ground.

Angel freezes. She’s not trained for this, has no idea what to do. Can hear the blood pounding in her ears as panic takes over. She can’t take her eyes off Flag. Needs to help him. Because the soldier has grabbed him by the throat, forcing him against the wall. Even from this distance Angel can see Flag’s eyes bulge.

She remembers the gun, tucked into the belt of her suit. She’s not going to risk it, though. Not when she could easily miss and kill Flag instead, no matter how tempting the thought might have been an hour ago.

With Waylon otherwise engaged, Angel has no choice. Sprinting across the room, she jumps on Rick’s assailant and grabs him by the neck.

Squeezes.

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By the time they arrive back at Belle Reve, Flag is still sore about the mission. Even if it was a success. Just. He’s so sore in fact, that he’s refused to let Angel heal his bruised vocal cords; his rasping voice making him sound even more pissed off than usual.

To be honest, Angel’s not sure she has the energy to help him anyway. After knocking out those last two soldiers with just enough power not to kill them, she can barely stand. Flag had to half carry her back to the chopper.

“What the hell were you thinking back there, Peterson?” He repeats for the third time, as the entourage of armed prison guards meet them at the gates. “You nearly got us killed!”

He should be thanking her, really, for saving his fucking life. She’s tried explaining this to him, but the man takes pig-headed stubbornness to the next level.

“I told you, no one died. I cleaned up all the injuries. Thought that was the point.”

“Next time, just use the fuckin’ gun.”

Angel hopes there isn’t going to be a ‘next time’. Hopes this is the last time she ever sees Colonel Rick Flag, but as she's led back to her cell, she hears Harley’s distinct laughter.

“I really like this one, Flag. Can we keep her?”

[delimeful]

the end of being alone (3)

Ch 1 | Ch 2 |

warning: mentions of fear, crocodiles, discussion of teeth

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Logan found himself grateful that he’d made arrangements to postpone their other jobs for a bit, because it looked as though they’d be staying firmly on this planet’s surface for a while.

There had been all of one attempt to bring Virgil aboard the Mindscape, and it had resulted in a significant amount of crying from both the child and Patton. Whatever circumstances had led the Human to this planet, it had left them deeply fearful of any sort of spacefaring vessel.

… This did not annul Logan’s suspicions about smuggling, though he was careful not to say as much in front of Virgil. The child was keen, and any time the fact that they were a Human was mentioned, they withdrew and began displaying body language that Logan believed indicated a desire to flee. Checking that exits were still there, putting space between themself and any of the Mindscape’s crew, anxious tics, and so forth.

Needless to say, they avoided the topic.

However, to Logan’s surprise, the child didn’t seem at all adverse to basic questions about themself. Understanding their responses was rare, of course, but the kid was picking up on Common with a shocking quickness, and Roman had turned out to be rather talented at interpreting their gestures when they didn’t have the right words.

The data that Logan had collected from these inquiries was both strange and intriguing. He’d carefully woven a mental list of it all.

1. Virgil seemed to identify by he/him, though whether that was an actual gender preference or simply a child wanting to be called the same pronouns as the three of them was up for debate. Either way, Logan seriously doubted that there was any way to convey the nebulous concept of gender through a language barrier, so he let the matter lie.

2. After eating too fast, Virgil would convulse slightly in a semi-rhythmic pattern for a short period. He didn’t seem alarmed or pained by this, only slightly irritated when it would interrupt him mid-sentence. The condition of ‘hiccups’ was thankfully temporary, since it made Roman quite jumpy. For their tiny, squeaking nature, Patton had called them ‘hicchirps’, which was ridiculous, but Virgil seemed to enjoy any and all wordplay that made it through his grasp of the language, so Logan stowed his complaints.

3. Virgil was terrified of the locals. Despite being plainly evident, this observation didn’t make sense at first, seeing as the nearby town consisted primarily of native Hiiynal and a few offplanet transfers, none of which could be described as particularly dangerous or violent. After a few days of gentle questioning and no reprimands for not answering, Virgil finally told them that the locals would ‘chase monsters far away’ and so he couldn’t risk getting near. Questioning was temporarily halted in favor of showing the Human the art of shadow symmetry, for purely scientific reasons, of course. 

(Supposition: Human children enjoyed movement games.)

4. While the synthetic meat from the ration kits was accepted by Virgil, he showed a surprising preference for sweeter food items, such as fruit and sugar crystals. Seeing as Humans were rumored to be obligate carnivores or even raw flesh-eaters, this was a strange discrepancy. Virgil had even eaten some of the leafy vegetables Logan had brought, face pinched up in disgust but insisting that eating ‘greens’ would make one tall. It was unclear to Logan what color had to do with nutrients or growth. He was also slightly alarmed at the implication of Virgil being short for his age.

5. Virgil seemed, for all intents and purposes, fixated on Roman.

The latest data point was a work in progress. Logan hadn’t mentioned it to Roman himself, because the Cravon was already fairly worked up over everything the Human did as it was. Nobody seemed sure if this jumpiness was because of the Human child, or on behalf of it.

Still, it was present in little ways. For example, even as he answered Logan’s latest series of questions, his gaze would occasionally flicker up from his hands to Roman, who sat at the mouth of the little cave, carefully peeling more fruit. It wasn’t about the food; Patton had taken it upon himself to make sure the child knew he only had to ask to get something to eat. No, this  ‘almost-staring’ was a frequent occurrence, no matter what Roman preoccupied himself with.

“You were saying you met… Susan… when another predator was attacking it?”

Virgil nodded, hurriedly looking back to his hands. “It was a big bite monster, and Susan was loud crying, so I did, uh,” he lifted his arms up, hands spread wide, “this, and I was loud at it until it ran away. Like raccoons back on Dirt.”

Dirt was apparently Virgil’s name for his home. Logan hadn’t heard of ‘raccoons’ before. He decided not to get sidetracked. “I’d estimate the creature you saw was a Lifel. They are the natural predators of Humlilts.”

“Natural?” Virgil mimicked.

“It means ‘of nature’,” Logan attempted to clarify, gesturing around them. “In the wild.”

Virgil only grew more confused with the wide, encompassing gesture. “Sky? Was not flying.”

Logan glanced at Roman, checking that he was still preoccupied. Patton was back at the ship, contacting a friend for advice. There seemed no better opportunity if he wanted to avoid overwhelming Virgil.

“Virgil, would you like to try something new?” he asked, carefully neutral. It wouldn’t do to put any pressure on the child.

The Human squinted at him slightly, quick to use his most common phrase. “Will it hurt?”

“It will not hurt,” Logan replied, ignoring the tightening in his core with careful practice. It always felt so wrong, that a mere pupa would be so familiar with hurt. “I will always tell you if something might hurt.”

“Mmm.” The Human hummed, the way he always did when they told him such things. Like he wasn’t sure if he could believe it. “What’s it?”

“What is it,” Logan corrected automatically. “It is something I can do, to show you new words. Want to try a little bit, first?” That was the phrase they used for new foods, but it applied well enough to mindsharing.

Virgil clenched and unclenched his hands for a moment longer before nodding, going a little tense like he expected something unpleasant. Logan held a hand out to him, waiting until he’d reached out in return to start sharing.

Small, simple flashes of images and sensations. Quiet forests, shallow oceans, clean air. Plants, bugs, animals, humanoids, living and dying and living again. Nature.

Virgil had pinched his eyes closed immediately at the start of the low-level telepathy, and Logan only had a moment to worry that maybe it had hurt him in some manner.

Then, there was a feeling of recognition. Without a moment to spare, Virgil had grasped the nature of the Vidi and was projecting his own thoughts. Walking on a crunchy leaf-covered trail with other Human young, a winged insect emerging from a cocoon, the crack of thunder and heavy rain on a windowsill. Nature.

“Wow!” Virgil whispered, imprint thoughts flickering like flames, too quick for Logan to really see. “You see into heads!”

Logan pulled back slightly, offering a bit of content-smug in return to the Human’s awe. “That is one way of framing it, yes. So, you understand what I mean, about the Lifel being a natural predator?”

“Carnivore,” Virgil mumbled, and then offered image-thoughts of several creatures that Logan could only assume were from the deathworlder’s home planet. He watched with morbid curiosity as Virgil remembered a clip from a screen, displaying large ungulates with twisting horns crossing a river, and then being dragged underwater by a dark, writhing shape.

“That’s a crocodile,” Virgil told him, his eyes still closed tight in concentration. “They’ve got big teeth and they do death rolls. They look like alligators, but I know they aren’t because gators live in Florida.”

“Florida?” Logan asked. He wondered if perhaps ‘gators’ were kept in captivity for species preservation. Or perhaps they were too dangerous left in the wild?

Virgil showed him a memory of a long, reptilian form with a narrow, tooth-filled jaw. It was wading steadily through a swimming pool, not paying any mind to Virgil, who was sitting with his legs dipped in the pool, watching in fascination. “I lived there!”

“Oh,” Logan managed, his ears going numb with fear at the idea of a child being so near a creature like that. “So it would seem.”

The Human patted him carefully, a gesture of comfort. “It’s okay. The bad guys didn’t take any gators or crocodiles from Dirt. Just people.”

Virgil’s words trailed off, a sense of melancholy overwhelming him. Rather than find out more about the Human’s past, Logan felt an unreasonably strong urge to stop that sadness. “Could you perhaps tell me more about these… ‘crocodiles’? You seem to be quite informed on them.”

“I had a book about them,” Virgil managed, slowly dragging his thoughts away from his abduction. “Did you know some crocodiles have a… a ‘biting force’ of five thousand pounds?”

He had lapsed into English, the sentence sounding well-recited, but Logan still got the general idea of what he meant, and a strong image of a picture book, covered in writing he couldn’t read but still understood. If Logan was right about the measurement conversions, the fact was terrifying.

“That’s very interesting,” he mused, because terrifying and interesting often went hand in hand. “Are there any other predators that can bite like that?”

Virgil scrunched his face up in thought. “Maybe sharks. Oh, but for sure a T. Rex!”

Logan saw a very concerning glimpse of a large fish with too many teeth before Virgil’s mind switched to a cartoon depiction of a larger creature with also too many teeth. He was beginning to see a trend in deathworlder species. “I… see.”

“They’re all dead, though,” Virgil told him sadly, projecting a memory of a huge display of bones. He then seemed to perk up, glancing over at Roman again. “Except for in space!”

Logan narrowly avoided laughing out loud, covering his throat before the vibrating chirps could get far. So, this was the truth behind the Human’s interest!

“Roman is not a ‘dinosaur’,” he clarified, once he felt composed enough to do so. “In fact, I believe he rarely even eats meat.”

Virgil squinted at him. “Are you sure? Maybe he’s a secret dinosaur.”

Logan wiggled his fingers thoughtfully. “I suppose we’ll just have to check.”

---

“Roman, would you come here for a moment?”  

Roman looked up from his task, immediately suspicious. Logan sounded strangely amused, like he was on the brink of laughing at him. That was never a good sign.

Still, the Human was looking over at him with those wide, strange eyes, and he wasn’t about to run away. He got to his feet, leaving his pile of dana peels behind as he crossed the cave floor. “What is it, dear esteemed companion who would never take advantage of me?”

“I need you to show us your teeth,” Logan said, very much not being a dear esteemed companion who would never take advantage of him. Roman resisted the urge to hang his head in resignation. He should have expected this. The Ulgorii was shameless when it came to exploiting his friends for science.

“How about absolutely not?” he replied, because there were actually limits to his tolerance for shenanigans, and one of those limits was threat-displaying at a baby Human.

“Hold on, look,” Logan said, and then bared his own ridged teeth with a click.

The Human did his small grimace-smile back, entirely unphased. They both looked to him expectantly. Roman felt as though he was being ganged up on.

“Um,” Virgil said, painfully tentative, “please?”  

Roman felt extremely ganged up on.

He squatted, tail keeping him perfectly balanced, and pulled at the corner of his mouth to show some of his teeth.

“Woah,” Virgil breathed.

“See how the back teeth are narrow but dull? They’re designed to crack bones and get to the marrow at the center,” Logan narrated, like the nerd he was. “Roman doesn’t have the small incisors or sharp molars required for proper full-time carnivores.”

Roman almost reminded his crewmate to use small words, but Virgil seemed to get the idea, leaning uncomfortably close to stare. He then opened his own mouth, like he was planning to take a bite out of something, displaying a shocking number of tiny little bone-teeth crammed inside. Some of them were uncomfortably sharp.

Rather than attack anyone, though, Virgil touched his own teeth, carefully inspecting the shape of them. Roman resisted the urge to get him to sanitize his hands. Kits would be kits, he supposed.

Logan was patiently watching as Virgil pointed to each tooth in turn, and he obligingly recited the name of each type of tooth for the kit. His two lower arms took frantic notes on Human jaw structure, probably to prepare more elaborate meal plans better suited to a deathworlder diet. The kid soaked every bit of information in like a sponge.

Finally, after a long moment of thought, he announced, “My ‘lower canine’ is going to fall out in close time!”

“Soon,” Logan offered, always quick to interpret the Human’s occasional nonsense Common. “'My lower canine is going to fall out soon.'” And then, after a moment’s pause. “Wait, it’s going to what?”

And then, because Roman’s day needed more nightmare fuel, the kit bared his tiny fangs at them and poked one with his tongue, revealing that it did indeed seem to be sickeningly loose. In fact, Roman could see a few other gaps in the curved row of teeth, some with little bits of bone peeking out.

“Stars above,” Roman said, feeling a little faint. Logan was already interrogating a very confused Virgil on whether or not losing teeth was indicative of an illness or not.

“They’re just my little teeth,” Virgil told them, seemingly unconcerned with holes in his mouth. “I get big ones later.”

“There are plenty of species that have milk teeth, but to have their adult set not fully-formed by the time the milk teeth are ready to fall out…,” Logan quickly devolved into muttering, hands flicking.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Roman asked despite himself, eyeing the kit just in case he was going to burst into tears all of the sudden. Roman himself had lost one or two front teeth before his next set had fully formed, and each time it had felt like biting on hot metal.

“Nuh-uh.” Virgil seemed to have moved from confused to amused, still not entirely sure what the fuss was all about. “Not unless I,” he mimed pulling on the tooth, and Roman made a click-click-click of parental don’t-do-that chiding before he’d even fully registered the alarm he’d felt at the motion.

Virgil clicked back at him curiously, sounding exactly like a tiny version of an exasperated parent. Roman tucked his face against his shoulder, unsure if he should laugh or despair.

This Human was really going to be the death of him.

[nyan-koii]

Hashira ft. Sabito as genshin impact players

aunotes : Bad grammar ahead! I didnt proofread it so be aware of brain damage. plus i initially wrote it at the 1.6 update

PART 1 : T.Muichiro, R.Kyojuro, K.Shinobu, S.Sanemi, U.Tengen 

Muichiro : he probably would be uninterested at first. He's more to first person shooting game or anything other than this concept of farming or investing. So that's why when he saw yuichirou banging his fist on his desk, trying to get his fav character, he would simply just watch

"Fck this game, i've had enough,"

"But you havent finish your wishing things yet,"

Stares. "How about you give it a try mui. You might get the character i want,"

"You sure about that? You might get angry at me," "better than nothing. Now go go, get em you donkey,"

His first ten pulls on the game brings out a light we all want to see

"Eh is tha-" "AAAA A FUCKING 5 STAR FCK FCKFCK,"

Apparently, it was one of the luckiest wish yuichiro had ever seen so far

"OHMYFUCK, you GOT A GODDAMN KLEE, QIQI AND SUCROSE WTFF???"

"I think i get your fav character?"

"Yeahh!! More than that to be honest. I want klee but you brought me two more person," sniffles and cries "you're really lucky mui. You should try and play the game,"

"It's probably the system. I doubt im that lucky tho,"

Nah, he really is lucky. Apparently he wished for his friends and got what they all really wanted for so long

"Thank you for getting me the aquila favonia, muichiro,"

"It's nothing really. I just simply press the button. It might be the system that's giving you the thing you want when i wish,"

"But still, even if i were to wish, i can get really scared and paranoid over it,"

"That's bad. You shouldnt invest yourself that much in the game tanjiro. It's just a game,"

"Ehehehe, i guess so. But you're really good at it muichiro! If you download it, we can play together :D!"

!!!!

It took the word "play together" to get muichiro down on his knee for that game. Usually the idea of playing with your friends is not that interesting. So when tanjiro said that, you bet he's going to play it

Type of player

Extremely lucky it's not even real. He got a five star on the beginner's banner

Fast farming. He probably will complete all the quest and become an endgame player within one month

"I just wanted to play with tanjiro..." bashfully

He's really good with whatever he's doing. Attack combo, dodging, elemental reaction and all sorts of stuff. If he invest more of his time on artifacts, he would probably even one shot it!!

He's very lucky. Very

Kyojuro : he wouldnt even know the existence of this game. Well, he took a glimpse of it one day and boom, heart stolen. Maybe it was the fiery burning passion in bennett that made him play the game.

'oh wow!! What a determined young boy! Even though he has a very bad luck he still keep pushing forward! Amazing!!'

'I want to be like him'

Kyojuro's the type of player to read and pay attention to every single lore of his fav character. Bennett, oh my how he wish he could've had bennett in his team. Every wishes he made would make him a c6 bennett main if only barbara wont stop coming home

"I really like you barbara but i dont want you!! Thank you for the c6 though!! I promise to use you in the future but just-" he prepares to wish

"not NOW!!" Clicks

The highest con of bennett he had ever gotten is probably c1. One day the paimon's bargain shop offered bennett as their monthly character. Kyojuro had never been so excited over a game before. He usually perks up over academics and not this kind of thing. But it's bennett, the character he admires the most.

Unfortunately he couldnt get it due to low currency. He had never feel so sad in his life.

"I shall not give up. Dont worry, i will be a c6 bennett main!!!"

He will be a c6 bennett haver!!

Type of player :

Carefully reads every stories and listens to their lines attentively. He finds it amazing how the company spent their everything on this game. It amazes him. From the stories, lores and lines, he truly appreciates it.

Balance his team pretty well. He mains bennett so he doesnt need that much of a healer in his team.

Enjoys bennett's hangout very much!! He tried to not get him killed by the dungeon's trap but ended up having to sacrifice him which ultimately ends the route. He had never felt so down and guilty before.

Not much of a damage dealer. He prefers to play it in normal mode and doesnt care that much about one shotting monster.

He feeds his character three meals a day!! If only there's a sleep option, he would be sending bennett to sleep first before the rest.

Everyone loves his teapot

Shinobu : found the game while she's scrolling through the app store out of boredom. Initially she played it on her phone but due to the fps and a really bad ping, so bad that douma wouldnt find her interesting anymore, she finally downloaded the game on her pc where things has starting to get real

"Ara, shinobu chan, it's lunch time already. Come downstairs please,"

"Sis give me five more minutes, JUST FIVE PLEASE I NEED TO KICK CHILDE's ASS,"

"he's not going anywhere sweetie,"

"yEAHH BUT MY BP IS,"

'Bp?'

"DIE DIE DIE!!" Aggresive clicking intensifies

"Shinobu chan dont hurt the keyboard that much!!"

She got lucky on the beginner's banner too and pulled a 5 star along with bennett and noelle. Who's the 5 star? Diluc Ragnvindr in all of his glory. Shinobu benched him sadly. She prefers sword over any other weapon

"I mean he's cool i guess but i just really dont get that 'WOAHHH COOL' vibe from him you know?"

"then give your diluc to me! I really want him so bad shinobu chan!"

Deep sighs "yeah sure. You can have my c2 diluc mitsuri..."

Loses 50/50 to diluc everytime everyone would think she either is lucky or cursed by the amount of that man greeting him on the screen. She still bench him though, sadly

"Im begging you, give me jEANN THE GRANDMASTER I NEED HEALER iN MY PARTY TO DO ABYSS

Type of player :

Suffers a lot in the abyss because she just want the primos which is a valid reason to do because that's the only thing that keeps her going

She's a sword character main. She'll properly build every character as either support or dps. The support would be kaeya and bennett, and her main dps ayaka

Ayaka main btw

Honestly at some point she wanted to quit the game because of how tiring it is but then inazuma came out

Fragile resin = 0

Resin = 160/160 happens once in a blue moon

"i should probably control myself with the amount of resin i've used,"

"But i cant,"

Hates domain but always can be seen playing in there

Only coops if mitsuri is there

"So that someone can calm me down,"

"That's not a really good reason shinobu chan,"

Sanemi : dude probably know the game through obanai. He watched the latter play and finds it interesting on how high the numbers he dealt. He loves challenges so a game like genshin impact would probably satisfy his need.

"Obanai, are you hearing this shit?"

"What is it sanemi, im busy doing this event,"

"That loser giyuu is also playing the game,"

"Oh yeah i know,"

"YOU KNOW? WHY YOU DIDNT TELL ME??"

"i just know right after you told me,"

"...."

Sanemi's a meta but a mediocre one. He's meta but he doesnt show it that much. Probably buys welkin once in every three months or when he really needs it same goes with battle pass too. Honestly, he really just use his money when he really needs something

"Donno if my allowance can buy me a welkin so i'll probably skip,"

"But the next banner is zhongli's,"

"....."

"Ah fuck it," buys

My man cant dodge after he got zhongli. Its very painful because he used to studies the enemies movement in the early game so that he can utilizes it on the team but zhongli's shield is so tank he forgot that dodging exists

"Im gonna kill you and you and you hhahaahhaah just you wait im gonna shred all of yo- oh shit zhongli's shield. puT IT BACK PUT IT BACK ON,"

That one event where zhongli's shield plays an important role in the domain? Yeah, he felt like a god at that time. Even got his c2 on his rerun. Sanemi just really like zhongli because it kinda reminds him of himejima. Calm and wise and strong too. He looks up on that kind of person

"Zhongli sama, im in debt for all of your hard work protecting my team," bows and wipes tears

Type of player :

Spends a little money on the game to get what he wants

Zhongli main

Is that one player that has hoards of food but doesnt even use it

"Why need healer when you have zhongli's shield,"

Compare to kyojuro, he doesnt even touch the teapot because he finds it ridiculous and bothersome to create and design everything in it

Loves one shotting bosses and compares it to giyuu. He ask for advices from obanai regarding team build supports and stuffs

Doesnt do character's story quest. The key is full every single time. He unlocks it but leaves the quest like that.

"Ah shit, i accidentally activate the quest,"

His friend list only has obanai in it. Whenever people sent him friend request, he wouldnt hesitate, more like wouldnt care to accept it

They either have to coop in obanai's world or his world and after that, unfriend immediately

Says thank you after coop because he has manners and then completely disappears

"Zhongli main forever,"

Tengen : played since 1.0 this madlad has been staying loyal to the game ever since. Quite huge amount of money he spend on this game to be honest but he never gets broke by it. You can see his regular donation to the game by purchasing welkin and battle pass and some genesis crystal too. He's loaded with money, he didnt know what to do with it.

Uzui also plays honkai impact and guns girl Z so when he saw the unknown god at the intro , he was not surprised.

"Oh we have to pick between the siblings? Cool cool co- oh hi kiana,"

"Thats so herrscher of void hahahahah,"

Although he is a loyal fan to MihoYo games, he lost his composure when he saw the 1st genshin anniversary reward because what was that. Imagine getting billions of money and they give us this? Tengen cant believe this shit

"Oh god wtf was that reward, i have to draw to get a welkin and some primos?? aND I ALSO HAVE TO BE LUCKY? WHAT-"

"WHERE'S MY FREE MONA,"

In need of mona. He needs mona so bad he literally spent his money on standard banner to get mona but always ends up with qiqi. Not that he's complaining but he just wants the astrologist to complete the support team

"GOD QIQI YOU AGAIN? WTF WFF WTF-" converts genesis crystal to primigems

"Tengen, you should control yourself!"

"SHUT UP KYOJURO, IM GONNA WASTE MY MONEY TILL I GET HER,"

"yeah but my f2p ass is hurting with how many bennett cons you got," droops

Tengen sees potential in every character. Everyone has their weakness and strength so when kokomi comes out, he diss her at first but then realize maybe its a new way for a character. Adds the uniqueness if he may say so.

"Meh i dont care honestly. You guys should pull whoever you find nice or beautiful. Like me ;)"

"Who do you main uzui?"

"Beidou,"

Type of player

Spoils the storylines, lores, leaks A LOT THE REST HAVE TO BLOCK HIM ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Speed runs the game and has become an endgame player ever since but he still does his daily commission and helps people with domains and stuffs

R5 every battle pass weapon

Fights azhdaha for fun and to test out his characters rather than ruin guards and stuff

Mona wanter

Puts traveller as the pfp and doesnt display any showcase of his characters and namecards. You can only see his achievements and spiral abyss ( 12-3 ). Says its for fun and mystery

Throws a lot of pickup lines and roleplays a lot. Spams your chatbox messages with stickers and censored stuffs

Probably steals your ores and exotic things like violetgrass, qingxin and silk flowers

Screams in the chatbox whenever he saw Mona until Kyojuro had to calm him down

Changes signature every single time and sometimes put spoilers in it

In every survey he would complain "MihoYo where the fuck is my Mona,"

Doesnt heals his characters