#assassin Mark had me on my knees

[sluttyvroomballs]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45971839/chapters/115713961?view_adult=true

Probably, the best Martian/SebMark fanfic I have read 🤩.

Chef's kiss to the author 😘

[obriengf]

yeah this got 18+ real quick - smut warning!

imagine MITCH RAPP during a time when he is allowed peace; a life away from correcting the world of its crimes, waking up in the same bed every day with the absence of worry, contentment riddled so deep in his bones that he can draw a deep breath and finally feel tranquillity. he can sit in his designated armchair each morning, drinking his stupid imported coffee from the ugly mug you got him last christmas. he can sit at the dining table, across from you, sharing a meal and discussing your days, every day. he can lead a life with a promised future, and not one where he was unsure whether he'd make it out alive. just imagine it.

now, imagine him feeling so settled and fulfilled in his life, that he kneels down on one knee. he knows that there is that promised future, and those lazy sunday mornings, and more christmases with more ugly mugs. he knows that you'll crawl on his lap as he sat in that armchair, snuggled up watching movies into the darkness of the night. he knows that you will make him meals, and he would make you some too, before you share them across the table for the rest of your lives. mitch on his knee, a ring held so carefully between his fingers as they slightly shook. he had hope filling his beautiful brown eyes - a golden tone to match the colour of the band. he had felt loss so strongly in his past that it provoked him to be an empty shell. until he met you, until he learnt to love you unconditionally. and you love him too, despite his demons.

"it would be the greatest honour to have you by my side for the rest of our lives. i love you so fucking much. marry me."

to which you would reply with a teary, "of course."

imagine that months had passed. and that the love only grew stronger. imagine standing at the end of the alter with him, as he insisted that he held your hands throughout the entire ceremony, even through his vowels, which he had been memorising for months. his eyes unable to leave yours for a mere second as he stood mesmerised by your beauty on this special day. mitch would feel so lucky that he could call you his forever. flash forward to your first dance, and you both have two left feet. it was a mess, so you stuck to rocking side-to-side, giggling like school kids, impressed when he managed to twirl and dip you without fail. you both decided to feed each other your first slice of wedding cake, but you got his nose instead. on purpose. he knew that it was coming, call it assassin instincts. but he could only laugh before smashing his lips against yours, frosting decorating your cheeks in utter joviality.

now imagine a few hours later, and mitch had you pressing hands and knees into the mattress of your hotel room. your stature was wobbly, his fault, of course, after he priorly had his head between your thighs for what felt like forever. and he ate you out so fucking good, too. his blunted nails leaving crescent marks embedded in the flesh of your thighs, your hips, your stomach. the tip of his nose was dragging over your clit with such force as he tried to bury his tongue so deep inside your cunt. relishing in how you'd constrict around the muscle. and the moans that'd draw from your lips was a fucking symphony if he'd ever heard one. his lips sucked and swallowed as you writhed and panted. you were so close that you could reach out to the stars and touch them as they dizzied your view. but he stopped abruptly. teasing you. and mitch couldn't hold back the smirk that had tugged at his sopping glistening lips as you protested.

he was aiming for an orgasm that would take you to the edge and over. mitch was grasping your hips, pulling you back to him when you started to buckle and lose your strength. skin on skin slapping, reverberating off the four walls. your ass was red from his large hands as they fondled and slapped, only to be soothed by gentle rubs from calloused fingers. you were painted on different marks as your body filled with sensation, as mitch admired them proudly as his eyes lazily dragged down from your purple splotchy neck. your head dropped to the side as your cheek grazed the bedsheet, his name slipping past your lips like a prayer, begging for him. you were close, again.

mitch had a soft side, as you learnt quickly after meeting him. he was generous and sweet. incredibly kind-hearted when he wanted to be. which is why he treated you with such fragility as he slowed his thrusts, the plummeting now nothing but an idle wait. as much as it hurt his throbbing cock, he pulled out from you and wrapped his arms under your frame, gentle as he turned you over. with your back now pressed to the bed, mitch kissed over your eyes as they remained closed, still floating in your upcoming orgasm. waiting.

"let me see you, baby. open 'em for me." his voice was soothing but you still whined, lost in euphoria. mitch chuckled, his breath heavy before his lips kissed over your own, "i want to see your face when you cum for the first time as mrs rapp..."

tears brimmed your waterline but you had never smiled so wide as when you saw the love that exuded from this man, before he was lining himself up again. the tip of his cock tapped against your clit as you cried, pushing yourself up to indicate that you needed him. as your walls incased him completely, mitch's body lowered, his chest sweaty as it stuck against yours, one hand tangled in your own as the other braced itself, white-knuckled, beside your head. his hips drove deep into your core. tapping your inner walls, and you continued to cry out his name as he attempted to soothe you with sloppy bruising kisses on your collarbone, and up toward your ear. you were so tight. it felt dangerous, daring, the way you were squeezing and milking this man for everything he had. and yet he was so utterly addicted to you.

the moment before the release was always one that he cherished. the adrenaline rush was one unmatched, how you both reeked with desperation, how sighs and pants and moans grew louder and louder. the way you would beg one another for more, the 'pleases' and 'thank yous' mixed among the cussing and chanting of 'fuck fuck fuck' over and over again until the explosion. he loved these moments. but when you came? the second you arched so high off the bed that he used all his force to hold you down? when he came himself the second you pulled at his hair in absolute pleasure?

that was his crowning glory moment.

that's when mitch rapp knew that he finally found peace.

[gojoidyll]

There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair

Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader

Chapter 7 | Kisses Erase Pain

Summary | You are set to marry the Emperor, Jing Yuan. In order to break the engagement, you stage an accident and fake having amnesia. But now, your own cruel, cold, and distant fiancé, who seemed to not want anything to do with you, is now acting all lovey dovey!

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Sunday mused to himself as he gently ran his fingers through your hair, then bending down to you, his lips gently brushed against your ear, “it’s time to wake up, dove.”

His soothing voice washed over you, your whole body felt all warm and cozy, it was like being enveloped into a comfortable embrace on a winter morning.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself staring up at what you believed was an angel. And judging by the wings sprouting from his head, you knew you weren’t too far off the mark.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered those words as you continued to look up at him. Your confession made him smile at you, his hand still running through your hair.

“Thank you, dove, but don’t you have any questions for me?”

You shook your head, “I know I’m dead… what is there to ask?”

“A second chance, perhaps?”

You froze at that before lifting yourself from his lap and turning to him while sitting on your knees, your eyes a bit hopeful, “like going back in time and starting over?!”

Sunday chuckled to himself for a moment before shaking his head, “I can’t send you back. Time isn’t what I am able to control. However, I am able to erase what all has happened to you. In other words, I can make it to where your death hasn’t even happened.”

You thought over his words for a moment, “so you can’t send me back, but you can erase it? To how far back can you go?”

“As far back as I want,” he said as he lifted his hand to caress your cheek, “I could even erase your very existence.”

He watched your face contort into one of fear being patting your cheek softly before letting his hand fall from your face, “but don’t worry, I would never do that to you.”

You steadied your breathing before asking your next question, “so… since I am seeing you now… does that mean you plan on erasing something?”

“You could say that,” Sunday mused, “I want to erase your death and all the way up to that little amnesia plan of yours.”

“Only that far?!”

He smiled at you, “I am an impatient man, I don’t want to erase too far back and wait to see what unfolds.”

“… Why are you doing this for me?”

“Because I want to see if you can win.”

“Win?”

“The emperor has no laws for himself, no weaknesses. You could change that.”

You could only shrug, “kind of hard to do that when I can’t fool him. Not to mention he has a few favorite maids he likes to entertain.”

Sunday reached for you and patted your head, “but remember dove, it was Blade’s protectiveness that gave you away. Manage to not let Blade or Dan Heng find out about you, then your life would be easier.”

“That reminds me, who was the man who had helped Jing Yuan anyway?”

“That was Moze. An assassin. Be careful around him too. Honestly though, I am surprised he wasn’t your first obstacle…”

You shook your head with a smile before standing up, Sunday joining you, “so I guess this means you will send me back now?”

“Of course,” he said while getting closer to you, his lips gently pressing to your forehead which immediately caused a glowing light to surround you.

“Wait- I never got your name,” you said as you started to disappear.

Sunday merely smiled, “I am sure I am mentioned in a few books here and there, find my name there, and if we meet again, tell me what you think my name is.”

That was the last thing he said, then that warmth was gone, and you found yourself waking up in a cold sweat. Your breathing was hard, erratic. Looking around for a moment, you hastily got out of bed and went to your desk. On it sat a calendar.

“So,” you muttered to yourself, “I really am back to the day I decided to try and get amnesia…, and how did he explain it? He couldn’t control time, so he didn’t send me back. No, instead he said it was more like he was erasing the events that had happened… but what sort of being could possibly do that? No god in any religion I have heard of have ever been able to do that… Maybe I should go to the library today and see if I can figure out anything that way.”

Nodding to yourself, you went to your closet to fish out some decent clothes to wear (a dress that was easy to move around in since you didn’t plan to enact any more plans for the time being). And just as you made it to the door and opened it, you paused.

“Oh… hello, Blade.”

A part of you still couldn’t believe that that mysterious man erased the events that had happened, so there was only one thing to test out that theory. And that was talking to Blade, of course. Ever since you came here Blade has been like your shadow. Not once has he ever spoken to you or tried to speak. And you didn’t bother to talk to him either as a sort of defiance of not talking to anyone. But it was all too clear to you now that even if you don’t talk to anyone, the Emperor wouldn’t care.

Blade looked down at you, his gaze hardening as he glared at you, but he offered no greeting in return.

Well fine, be an ass, you thought begrudgingly as you turned on your heel and headed in the direction of the library. Blade already following you, hot on your heel as a shadow would be.

The library wasn’t hard to find, but it was a pain to get there due to how far it was from your room. But whatever, you were here now.

“Now, if I was a deity that can erase events… what book would I be in?”

You said those words quietly enough so Blade wouldn’t hear. Glancing behind you, you noticed how he stayed near the door, completely uninterested in what you were doing. Perfect.

So, you got to work.

You passed by multiple genres of books but eventually settled on a few pertaining to religion, history, a few fictional since they had titles and descriptions correlating with your situation, and even a few books that described creatures that looked a lot like the man you met.

Rolling a small cart, you brought it over to a couch and plopped down.

“Now, let’s see what I can find!”

Six hours later and you thought you were going to pass away. The fictional books were entertaining and served as good breaks, but they didn’t help you in the slightest of mentioning who could erase events that had happened!

It felt like you were about to rip your hair out! Sighing heavily and closing the current book you had in your lap; you went to get up and return the books all to their rightful place. You originally thought of leaving them out and letting someone else put them back, but you didn’t want a surprise visit from the emperor who would start asking about your sudden interest in historical and religious themes.

Once done putting them back, you settled for grabbing a single book to read. It was a fairy tale where a princess is saved by a prince. Sitting back down on the couch, you lay back and grinned at the title. Despite being a princess… you doubted any prince would dare to come save you.

Though, as soon as you opened the book and started reading once again, your eyes started to grow heavy and before too long, you fell asleep. Your breathing evened out and the book was held tightly against your chest as you curled up on your side. A small smile on your face.

Though, not too long after you fell asleep, the Emperor was walking by the room, “Blade? It’s uncommon to see you guarding the library,” Jing Yuan mused at the guard.

Blade huffed and jutted his head towards the open door, “the princess decided to read today.”

Jing Yuan hummed to the information and walked in, his eyes scanned the room for a moment before landing on your sleeping figure.

“Seems to me like she is sleeping more than she is reading.”

Blade came to stand next to the Emperor, arms crossed over his chest, “she was in here all the day.”

“That so?”

Blade nodded wordlessly as Jing Yuan walked over to your sleeping figure. His body knelt next to you, looking over you, he then noticed the book that was in your arms. Plucking the book from your grasp, he looked over the title.

“Foolish girl,” Jing Yuan mused as noticed how the book entailed a princess being saved by a prince.

“She wouldn’t be foolish if you just treated like an actual fiancé.”

“Its not everyday that I hear you defending my rewards from conquest.”

Blade shrugged, “I am only stating the obvious. Furthermore… I am bored of following her around.”

Jing Yuan let out a laugh as he stood back up, “then introduce her to other things that the castle has to offer. I’m sure even you can handle that task since you are so bored.”

Blade bowed slightly as Jing Yuan decided to take his leave.

“Of course, Emperor.”

And when he was gone, Blade looked back to you, his glare still present on his face.

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[darkenedurge]

Edit / Update : Part 2 is now posted here.

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𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐲.

“ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐲, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 – 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡. ”

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CONTENT : P in V Sex | Implied Age Difference (Enver refers to Durge as “little one”) | Sloppy Make-Outs, Mark Making, all that good stuff | Referenced Switch! Durge | Dom! Enver Gortash | “Forgive me Father for I have sinned” (that’s.. basically the whole fic/plot) | Rough Sex | Spit as lube, fun !!

` Inspired by this post.

And also, this song;

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“But, ma’am, you could have anyone you wanted–”

Your dagger was swiftly swung, landing just a mere fraction before it met the skin of the poor, fragile, meek, little butler. His eyes flit, from each corner of the room, to the door – as it remained open, only by a crack. If he ran, he surely couldn’t make it, and even if he did – that would certainly be the end for him. This was heresy, both you and he knew that equally. Yet, another shared knowledge, was that you would never free your favourite toy. You were bounded in his chains, just as much as he in yours – Enver Gortash.

It wasn’t a faux claim, to say that you could have anyone. Followers, worshippers, dedicants of Bhaal, were far too quick, eager to throw themselves at your feet – be bent at your will, trampled beneath your pretty foot. These were all trivial matters, and ones that you rarely indulged in for such reasons. Perhaps on occasion, for a quick fuck. Though, you were almost always unsatisfied – insatiable.

Always would you delve impatient, frustrated fingers into your begging cunt, bringing yourself to the edge with a flutter of your eyelashes. Pleasure, but not in its truth. No, that’s where Enver came in.

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You weren’t sure how it had even occurred. He and you, had always had a lingering eye for once another – stealing glances and sparing the flick of your tongue across your lip, wetting the plush skin, as you allowed yourself only a second longer to indulge in his stature. Small, fleeting moments of tension had somehow, pinned you beneath him – his teeth assaulting your collarbones, marks of possession and brutality staining your skin. Even the simple, slight swirl of his tongue as his mouth enveloped your nipple, had you gasping – hand flying to his hair, fingers curling and taking a fistful of his shaggy, inky locks. His knee parts your legs, and you rut needily against him. To which, he chuckles – scoffs, and tuts, “Impatient little thing, aren’t you? Someone hasn’t been taking care of my favourite assassin in my absence.. I should’ve claimed you sooner.” Sweet, citrusy words. Words of praise that, pathetically, could’ve made you come right there and then.

“M’sorry..” You murmur, breath audibly hitching as Enver pinched a nipple between his teeth, “You just feel so good.”

He hums, and the sound reverberates through your chest – forcing a shiver to course throughout your body, riding up your spine. “We’ve barely started, little one,” His eyes greet yours, head raised as he speaks, “It’s not good quite yet.”

That’s when your lips connect, for the first time, and the entirety of your stomach coils into tight, pleading knots. Enver grunts, the noise muffled by your intertwined passion – drool seeping from the side of your mouth, sloppy, wet dances shared between your tongues.

You don’t see Enver naked, then. You wouldn’t for a while. For now, and hereafter, he’d simply shrug himself free of the confines that his clothes so needlessly, annoyingly provided. As lazily as he’d enabled himself, Enver only provided the same impatience for you – ushering your panties aside, in favour of wasting precious seconds tugging them down to rest at your ankles. In a strange acknowledgment of admiration, you favoured his methods. His comprehensive need to feel you swallow his cock, take him the way the Gods had so sinfully intended.

Enver wets his fingers, tongue resting upon his lower lip as he swiped the tips until they were adequately coated – lathering your entrance in his saliva, earning a subtle flinch on your behalf. No warning is offered, he pushes into you with force, heavenly in the way that it hurts – in the way he stretches you, as he bottoms out with a wavering groan.

Your walls flutter around him, your hands finding their place upon his shoulders as he begins to piston his hips at a relentless, pace – you squeak, squeal, your nails press into the supple flesh beneath them. Enver is not shy to make noise, in return, his mouth no prison to the grunts, groans and moans that follow – in tandem with his thrusts. Over and over, you feel him assault a spot you hadn’t even known existed – deep, deep inside of you, making you quiver and tighten rhythmically.

“Say my name, little one,” Enver pants out in demand, fucking you evermore, “Say my name.”

You could hardly deny the request of a man who was literally, fucking you senseless. Making your head spin, your cheeks flush and stomach churn. “Enver..” You whine, like a mewling kitten. No, not good enough.

Again, “Enver.” It’s louder this time, and your nails drag down his upper back.

“Enver!” Oh Gods, are you going to cum?

As your heart pounds mercilessly in your ears, you can distantly hear Enver release a small, huff of a laugh. You voice is almost hoarse, as a cry strangles from your throat, “Enver! Enver, I’m-!”

You came. It’s akin to that of a crashing wave, and a roaring fire, in beautiful unison. There’s a hot, swarming pool that follows – Enver, no doubt, laying his claim; cumming almost simultaneously, filling you to the brim. You’re trembling as he holds you, pulls you flush against his chest and peppers kisses to the nape of your neck.

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He wouldn’t be staying long. Slinking off back, toward his duties without so much as a whisper. Still, such ignorance didn’t pain you. You knew he’d be back, this was the very birth of a whirlwind. One that was destructive, perhaps. But, destruction is your birthright. Your solemn purpose.

You sit, thighs sticky and skin glazed in sweat. “Father,” Your hand is clutched to your exposed chest, resting over the thrum of your heart, “Forgive me..please.”

[realtalkswithfinn]

“Are You Wearing Mismatched Socks?”

Shang-Chi x widow!reader

summary: Shaun sees a new game circling the internet and decides he HAS to challenge his girlfriend to a round.

warnings: violent play fighting, very brief mention/ joke about DV (no actual domestic violence!!), very brief mentions of Shang-Chi and Readers times as trained assassins, sex joke at the very end.

authors note: I have never written any sort of fight scene or action before so this is very new to me, but it had to be done. Also, I requested this idea to another creator here on tumblr before deciding I wanted to give it a go myself. If they write their own version, I’ll tag them so you can read that version as well!

“BABE!”

“WHAT?”

“COME IN HERE!”

“WHY?”

“JUST COME HERE!”

You sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. You roll off the edge of your bed, clicking your phone off in the process, and saunter down the hall toward the sound of his voice.

Shuan stood in the center of… what used to be your living room? Both recliners and your big green couch were pushed flush up against the walls. You could see your coffee table stacked on top of your dining table in the next room over. All your blankets and knick knacks were scattered throughout the space. On the bookshelf, counters, window sills - anywhere but where they belonged.

He was looking down at his phone with an amused smile on his face.

“Done some… redecorating, have we?”

He glanced up, excitement clear on his face. “I’ll put it all back later. Give me one of your socks.”

You stared at him. “Give you… one?”

He nodded, jutting his palm out. “Yeah.”

“… why.”

“I found this game, it looks super fun!” He said, walking over to where you stood. He held out his phone, which was playing a video of what looked to be a set of twins. Each girl wore one white sock. “The goal is to rip the other persons sock off and keep yours on!”

You watched the girls tickle, tackle, and wrestle each other until one emerged victorious, sweaty sock in hand.

“I don’t know Shaun, I’m not sure I wanna play a game where I have to free your dawgs.” You teased.

“Hey! My ‘dogs’ aren’t that bad. Yours on the other hand-“

You smacked his arm. “Hey-“

“That’s the spirit!” He said, tossing his phone on the couch. “Now, give me a sock.”

“Get your own so- HEY!”

He yanked your right leg up by the back of the knee, quick but careful to make sure you didn’t fall, and slid your sock off. “See, next time, you’ll try to make sure I don’t do that.”

Oh, it’s on.

“Fine.” You sigh, trying to seem unamused. In reality, you were rather excited to play. The game looked fun enough when the girls played, but a round between two ex- child assassins? Things were going to get interesting fast.

Shaun beams at you and slides the sock onto his own foot. He looks at you, then your remaining sock, and raises an eyebrow. “Are you wearing mismatched socks?”

“Do you want to play or not?”

He backs away, hands raised in a surrender motion. “My bad, my bad, I should know better than to question you.” He moves a good three feet in front of you and reaches out for a handshake. “May the best man win.”

You yank his hand forward and flip him over your shoulder, slamming him down hard onto the cushy carpet. You twist and dive, aiming for his pink striped sock, but he rolls away quickly, jumping to his feet.

“That’s totally not fair! We hadn’t started yet!”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you made all your opponents wait for your mark before fighting.”

He scoffed. “I was trying to be civil with you.”

“Don’t.”

He kicked out with his bare foot, leaving the socked one on the ground. The impact set you back a bit, but you regained yourself before slamming into the TV.

“Watch the furniture!” He teased, diving down toward your feet.

You dove over him, rolling and landing on your feet far on the other side of the living room. You crossed your arms and tapped your socked foot impatiently. “Gee, I thought the great Shang-Chi would find this game tedious. Assumed you would’ve won by now.”

Shaun rolled his eyes before running toward you again. You attempted to jump out of the way, but he snagged you by the waist. He tackled you to the floor as carefully as he could. Sweet, but his mistake. He only held you with one arm, using the other to stop your fall, making it easy for you to wiggle out of his grip.

You rolled slightly to the left and knocked him face first into the carpet. You crawled toward his foot, forgetting to keep your own feet away from his hands. You yelped when you felt him grabbing at your ankles and started kicking violently. He managed to tug your sock a bit, but lost his grip quickly.

You yanked yourself away from his hands, curling your feet under yourself into a crouch position. Shaun wasted no time crawling toward you, laughing as he went. You scuttled backward but came to an abrupt stop when you slammed into the couch.

He was closing in. You didn’t have anywhere else to run, so you took the offensive route and thrust yourself forward, sending the two of you sprawling across the carpet. The force of you landing on him was unexpected and totally knocked the wind out of Shaun. While he laid there catching his breath, you swung around and reached for his sock.

Of course, he regained his breath too fast. He sat up and grabbed you, pinning your arms to your sides. “Not cool y/n.”

“I can be less cool.” you panted. He started to say something, but you thrust your arm back and elbowed him in the ribs. You snaked out of his grip and ran across the room yet again.

Shaun stood up slowly, rubbing his rib. “Come on!”

“Sorry baby.” You laughed. You stuck out your bottom lip in a teasing pout. “I’ll kiss it better after I win.”

“Oh no, I can’t let you win after this.” He chuckled.

But you had a plan.

…Hopefully, the TV wouldn’t pay the price.

You ran at your boyfriend, gathered at much momentum as you could, jumped up, and wrapped your legs around his neck. He stumbled, but managed to regain his balance.

“Aw dude!” His voice was muffled. “Can a guy get a warning before getting a crotch to the face?”

He started smacking his own back, desperately trying to grab at your sock. But ultimately he couldn’t reach your feet at the angle. You laugh and let yourself fall backward. You dangled yourself from his shoulders and looked through your eyebrows to locate which foot had the striped sock.

Honestly, there were a million ways Shaun could have escaped this position. But all of them would’ve been pretty painful for you, and you knew he would never actually hurt you for a game. Or anything, for that matter, but especially not a game. So he continued to reach and grab for your sock.

You reached down and tickled his right leg. He kicked out a little, as that was the last thing he expected from you. He stopped reaching for your sock and grabbed your thighs instead, trying to keep you from falling while he lost his balance.

You took the opportunity to snatch the sock off his foot.

“BOO!” Shaun complained.

“Whats that?? I can’t hear you over the sound of me WINNING!”

You reached your hands down to the floor and unhooked your legs from behind Shaun’s head, gracefully kicking down as if out of a handstand, and waved the sock around in victory.

Shaun stared at you. “I can’t believe you just black widowed me.”

You shrugged. “I can’t believe you talked such big game just to be taken out by a little tickle.”

“And a crotch to the face?”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “So… what do I win?”

A mischievous grin spread across your boyfriends face. “Who said you won? We gotta do best two out of three.”

“What? No! I won fair and square-“

Shaun ripped the sock out of your hands and took off down the hall. “BEST TWO OUT OF THREE!”

————

You padded into your bedroom with a glass of water and a handful of ibuprofen. Shaun was already under the covers, but you could see bruises sprouting up around his exposed upper body. You weren’t much better — you had a nasty spot right on your cheekbone, as well as littered all over your body.

“Hey,” you greeted gently, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He set his phone down and looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. “Hey.”

You took his hand and dumped a few ibuprofen into it. “Maybe we should play a little gentler next time.”

He smiled before popping the tablets into his mouth. “Maybe.”

You passed him the water glass and he took a swig before passing it back to you. You took your own dose and set the glass on the nightstand. Shaun pulled the covers up for you to crawl under, to which you happily did, curling right up against him.

He ran his fingers over the forming bruise on your cheek. “Aw dude. Does it hurt?”

“I’ve had worse.”

“People are gunna think I hit you.”

“You kinda did.” You laugh.

“Not on purpose!” He defended. He moved his hand to cup your face before sending you a pointed stare. “You, on the other hand, had malicious intent.“

“And who won all three rounds?”

Shaun glared at you but couldn’t argue. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the bruise. “Thanks for playing with me.” He said softly.

You reached up and rested your hand over his. “Anytime. Thanks for putting the couch back.”

He chuckled, closing his eyes. “Anytime.”

————

“Dude, what happened to you?” Katy asked gawking at Shaun, who had stiffly shuffled into work covered head to toe in bruises. “Bad guys?”

“Y/n.”

Katy curled her lip in disgust. “Didn’t need to know that dude.”

“What? Oh my god Katy, no, we were playing the sock-“

“Nope. Too late. Image is already there.”

“KATY.”

[sonicblueartist]

Idea! How about Bullfrog being reunited with Reader after he's freed from his execution? Wholesome reunion Q_Q

A/N: I love this one omg Also I'm making this a two part fic, if you don't mind~ It's getting a bit too long lol The next part will be much longer and will have the wholesome reunion I promise. But I'm doing this because I added a bit something~ We are rescuing him. (This part might be a bit cringe I'm so sorry for that.)

Bullfrog x h!reader

Warnings: heavhy spoiler warning, angst, panic attack, guns

Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @blorbostation

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Execution

"Today also marks the beginning of the hearing of Bullfrog, Dolph Laserhawk's partner in crime. He's currently being held at the MegaCity 1 courthouse—"

The TV remote fell out of your hand. You were just about to change the channel. You didn't like Rayman's show at all, but…

"What the fuck? This has to be a joke." That was the first thing you uttered, your form shaking. Your mind still couldn't perceive the person whose picture you saw on TV.

"Bullfrog..." you muttered. It has to be a joke, r-right? A cruel, sick joke. He can't be caught.

Laserhawk? You heard about that guy before. The fuck Bullfrog been doing with him? Why didn't he tell you anything?!

After weeks of not even hearing from him... he shows up in your TV being announced to be caught?

Your weak legs couldn't be able to carry your weight anymore, you fell on your knees, your hands trying to support your body as you gasp for breath. God, no, please no. This can't be happening. He said he will be fine! The last time you saw him. He PROMISED!! He has to be fine! This has to be some kind of trick!!!

But you knew it wasn't. This time he was caught. You don't know how. But he did. And he is in trouble.

You shook your head, No. It's not gonna end like this. Not on your watch. "H-he needs help." You sniffed, and glared at the screen.

"And he will get one." This time you will be the one to help him out.

You quickly got up and rushed inside your room with a new found hope. You were hiding some guns and weapons that might be useful one day. You can’t know what would happen anytime if you are living with an assassin, right?

A plan forming in your head. Without wasting any time you picked up a bag and stuffed inside of it with weapons that could help you.

You paused, your hand hovered over the guns. You grunted, you don’t want to actually kill anyone. You only loaded your bag with an ax, electric shocks and tranquilizer guns. You shook your head, you never knew what could happen. You pick up the smallest of them all and stuff it in your bag.

You picked up your bag and rushed outside of your house. Let’s visit a court.

You stood outside of the building, observing it. You didn't need to since you were coming here you searched about literally everything about this place. Well, the best things could help you was the place's blueprints and guards routine. You knew they wouldn't let you get inside with your bag that easily. So you are gonna choose a bit more risky way to get in.

You approached the building. You were repeating inside your head to relax. At the entrance, you saw the security guards checking the people and their bags with a device. You reassure yourself that you got this. When it was your turn, you threw a small device you were holding in your palm at the device held by the security. This disabled his device.

"What are you here for?"

"My father have a hearing today. I can't miss it and I don't have much time to lose either. My little sister waiting for me back home." He nodded at that and quickly checked on your bag and your clothes. He nodded for you to walk pass. You thanked him and walked past him. You heaved a sigh. Now you just had to find the room where Bullfrog was being held captive.

You quickly and attentively searched around the court. After walking past a few rooms you find a corridor cleared out of people, and at the end of it two men were guarding a huge door. You stealthily watched them from the sidelines for a while and glared. Good. You found him.

You carefully turned around and glanced. Noone was there. Great. You pulled out your tranquilizer gun and pointed it at them. You hoped the accuracy lessons you've been studying all this time would pay off.

You shot one of them and before the other could react you quickly shot him too. You sighed in relief as both fell on the ground unconscious. You were actually really relieved.

You quickly rushed to their side. Okay, maybe you shouldn't have bothered bringing a gun. You could use their gun to free him right?

You decided to carry both of their bodies inside so as not to attract anyone's attention. You grabbed one of the man's hands and pulled him towards you, embracing him and opening the door with your shoulder and dragging him in. He was so heavy that the moment you stepped inside, you lost your balance and fell face down. The worst part was that you fell on the man you were dragging. When you realized you were face to face with him, you struggled not to yelp and immediately pulled yourself back in disgust. You rubbed your hands on your clothes.

You heard a muffled voice calling your name. Your eyes widen with the familiar accent. You glanced back inside. There he was being imprisoned in a transparent orange box. You jumped to your feet but before you could run up to him you paused and glanced at the mans scattered on the ground.

You stuttered out frustered and pointed a finger up, "Gimme a sec." Bullfrog watched you struggle while you carried both men inside, he was really impressed but that could be said another time. Right now he has other important things to discuss with you.

You dusted your hands and sighed when you were finally able to close the doors.

"Did you kill them?" He doubted you did but if you did his mind would be blown a bit more.

"Nah. They are sleeping. I shoot them with a tranquilizer gun." You showed him your gun with a grin.

He wasn't smiling, yes, he was happy to see you but not like this. "You shouldn't have come."

"And let them make you their little prisoner? You should have known better."

"You don't understand–"

"No, you don't understand. I'm trying to save you here. So, help me will ya? You might by any chance know the password?"

"Non…"

"Guess so… Now, lemme work." You opened your bag and pulled your ax out.

"If you get caught–"

"I will not–"

"If you do, I will never forgive myself."

You rolled your eyes and approached the password, maybe malfunctioning it could help, "And why is that? It was my choice to come to you."

"I don't want you to be here. It's dangerous."

You paused, your heart skipping a beat, "Don't you think I don't know that? I know the risks."

"I am sure you are aware, I'm just merely reminding you how bad it could be to be caught trying to help a 'terrorist' escape."

"I will help you escape no matter what." You growled and raised your ax.

"Don't do anything stupid before thinking–!!"

" 'Do not do anything that you will regret' Is this what you are trying to say?! I'm trying to save your ass here and you are dismissing it?! Just let me help you get out of this place! You saw how I got inside without getting caught! You think I am inept–"

"I will be executed soon." Your eyes widen. "I'm not questioning your skills or looking down on you, you know. I know my time is limited, I don't want to lush away but I don't have any choice. I'm really glad to see you, believe me. I didn't want to die without seeing you one last time. But you shouldn't be here. Go. If they catch you... I... I don't want them to hurt you because of me. Je t'aime—"

You quickly walk in front of him, "No, I don't want to listen to this. What you just said is even more reason for me to help you out! And.I.am.not.going.anywhere.until.you.are.freed. I don't care what they would do to me I would rather die trying to help you. If it meant to save you, I'll do anything. And if you talk nonsense like that again, I'll beat you myself when you get out of here. So, back to that hopeful and positive frog that I love, because this conversation is starting to bore me."

His eyes widened with that. A bittersweet smile forming on his lips and he chuckled weakly. He pressed his hand where yours pressing on the other side. "Je t'aime tellement."

You smile at that. Your grip tightened on your ax. "Now where were we?"

"I believe you were about to rescue me?"

You smirked, "Ah, yes." You walked towards the password and raised your ax, you cut the device in half and the electricity from it spread around. You turned around, expecting to see Bullfrog freed, but he was still imprisoned. You shook your head at this, "Okay that didn't work. We'll try another way."

"You don't have much time, mon amour. Be quick."

You gripped your ax and ran towards him. You swing the ax on it with all your strength, but you could only leave a scratch. You stepped back, out of breath, and immediately reached for your bag. You took out your stun gun and shot it with the highest voltage, but it didn't work. Your worries and fear were growing more and more. You looked at your bag, out of breath. There was nothing else you could use.

Bullfrog watched your despairing form, the little hope that had revived within him vanishing. A sad smile formed on his lips, as he hummed, "You know... I was stunned the moment I saw you carrying that man through the door. I really didn't expected it. I have to say I'm really impressed and proud. And while swinging that ax and shooting that gun… You looked really h—"

You perked up, "Gun! Wait! Wait! What if I use one of the soldier's guns? Would that damage this damn glass?"

He paused, "Uh, Je ne sais pas…"

You quickly went to the men and picked up their guns, "Okay, if this works… you might wanna step a bit aside."

He quickly walked back and pressed his back on the wall with a thumbs up.

You glared and started to shoot the guns towards the glass, nearly emptying the guns. But still no progress. You groaned in frustration. If guns doesn't work either what the fuck do you gonna do.

"What the fuck these things made off?" You scoffed. You throw the guns away.

"Maybe you should start thinking of going back before someone comes in." He hesitantly informed you.

"I said I am not going back and I will not. If I can't save you then… I'll wait the time with you." You sit beside him.

"Don't be like that, you still have a lot to do!"

"Well, none of that will matter if you are not by my side!"

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out of his mouth. He shook his head and sat down. After a few minutes of silence he sighed.

"What if I told you that there might be another way?"

You tiredly chuckled at that, "Uh-huh, Like what?"

"When they take me out of here, I will go to court and from there I will most likely be executed. This is much more dangerous and risky but—"

Your eyes widen, "Then you want me to save you?"

"Oui. You need a good plan and be cautious. And… you need to kill. I'm really sorry for forcing you something like this. But, I'm telling you this again, you don't have to."

You frowned but it quickly turned into a glare, "I will do it." You get up on your feet as he glances up at you. You smiled warmly at him.

"Wait for me."

"I will. Be careful."

You smiled with a new found hope and quickly got back to your bag, gathered your things and opened the door. You paused and glanced back at him. He pressed his hands on the wall with a smile, he shiled his hands around his mouth, huffed on the glass making a steam and drew a heart on it. You couldn't help but smile at that. You wave at him and carried the guards back and press them on the door along with their guns as if they fall asleep and quickly rush out of the corridor. Before you got out of the court you glanced back.

"I'll save you I promise."

[vidalsbeloved]

BRATTY LITTLE HAWK

RELATIONSHIPS: YELENA BELOVA and KATE BISHOP.

18+ (but nothing too explicit, just Kate being a brat ;)

!WHAT YOU READ IS YOUR OWN ! CONSUMPTION!

But things got a bit messy and then Yelena ended up sleeping on the couch. Yeah, Kate knew she was in the right for saying something to her so she figured Yelena was just upset because for once she was in the wrong.

Yelena hated being wrong.

And originally, Kate was going to apologize that following morning. But then Yelena had disappeared and here they were…

Yelena had yet to say anything to the archer, which only spurred on her frustration. So when she got the chance, she took it. Knowing damn well flirting with America would catch her attention.

And sure enough, it worked.

Kate could feel Yelena’s eyes on her from a mile away, piercing the back of her head and sending shockwaves through her body like an electric current.

But Kate wanted to push her boundaries, she wanted Yelena’s attention on her. So when Kate draped her arm over America’s shoulder— the assassin snapped.

“That is it,” Yelena growled. “You are done here.”

Kate bid her goodbyes to America with a ‘Thank You’ and a wink as she was dragged out of the hub and into the alley. For a good while, as they walked, Yelena was quiet. But her breathing was high and frantic, angry.

“Yelena—“

“Don’t.”

“Yelena—“

Yelena turns, pushing Kate up against the side of a brick building. “I said. Be. Quiet.”

Kate whimpers excitedly and obeys.

Got her.

“So now you want to listen?” Yelena mocks.

Kate doesn’t respond, a heart in between her legs growing the angrier Yelena gets.

She’s so fucking hot when she’s angry.

“Answer me, Kate Bishop.” Growls the assassin.

Yelena’s hand comes to curl around her neck in a vice grip.

Kate swallows her gasp with a silent ‘Yes’ and Yelena chuckles darkly, leaning into Kate to whisper.

“There’s my good girl. Now, Kate Bishop. Tell me. Why have you been a little brat these past two evenings?”

All thoughts are consumed by Yelena now, and Kate suddenly becomes mind clouded and she can’t pinpoint her reasoning for acting out irrationally. She doesn’t respond to Yelena.

“Hmm?”

Kate opens her mouth to speak, but no words form. Yelena laughs, “Cat got your tongue, Дорогой милый ястреб?”

“I uh…I…” Kate stutters.

The hand wrapped around her neck is now in her hair— Yelena tilts her head to the side, peppering her neck with kisses. Kate bites her lip to suppress her moans.

“You’re ‘uh’ what, pretty girl?”

“Yelena—“ Kate groans. “Fuck… please.”

Yelena’s teeth scrap along the column of her throat, leaving a trail of bite marks, that lend blood to the surface. Yelena pulls back from her neck to look into the archer's eyes, which are completely hooded with wanton need.

Yelena smirks. “You’ll have to try harder than that, Красивый.”

Kate whines in defeat.

Yelena tusks. “None of that, Kate Bishop.” she steps back from Kate fully, smirking. “You are such a whiny brat.”

Kate shudders as Yelena’s eyes trail down the length of her body suit. “I must tame you.”

Kate’s eyes light up and Yelena chuckles darkly, “You should be anything but excited, pretty girl. By the time I’m done with you.. you’ll be my good pretty little Hawk.”

With those last words said, Yelena is dragging Kate away from the ally and back to their shared apartment. When they come through the doors, Yelena pushes Kate to her knees.

“I want you on the bed with your ass in the air in the next five minutes, Kate Bishop. Do you understand me?” Yelena asks in a mocking tone.

Kate nods urgently and Yelena’s smile turns genuine. “Good girl.”

Kate’s eyes fall shut at the praise and Yelena runs her hand through Kate’s hair— then suddenly, pulls her head back. Kate gasps.

“Bedroom now.” Yelena demands.

Kate gets to her feet and excitedly jolts up the stairs and into her room, removing her clothes hastily in anticipation of what was to come for her. This being Yelena’s first time having to punish Kate— well— Kate has always been a brat but with Yelena— it came so naturally that Yelena and even herself had hardly recognized it. But this was different. Kate had tethered too closely to the edge the past two days, even before their fight. Yelena was just ready to address it.

By the time Yelena made her presence known, Kate had her ass up, waiting for Yelena to strike.

“Who knew the bitch could follow a command.” sneered the assassin.

Kate whimpered.

Yelena’s fingers started their descent at the base of Kate’s spine, then lower: over her hip, her ass cheeks. Then she reeled her hand back and way laid her first spank onto the archers pale skin.

“Yelena!” Kate moaned.

“Is that how you address me, Kate Bishop?” Yelena growled, yanking Kate’s head back by her hair.

“Fuck…..” Kate muttered. “One Daddy, thank you, Daddy.”

“Hmmm.”

Yelena reeled her hand back further this time and landed her second hit on Kate’s thigh.

“Two Daddy,” Kate hissed. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Such a good fucking girl,” groaned Yelena. “Taking her punishment so well for me.”

Yelena reeled her hand back again, this time laying two spanks on both of Kate’s ass cheeks.

“Three Daddy!” Kate cried. “Four Daddy! Thank you, Daddy!”

Each spank to Kate’s skin— and hearing Kate cry out because of her, was much to Yelena’s ears. She wished she could live this moment for eternity.

“Eight Daddy!” Kate whimpered. “Nine Daddy, thank you Daddy!”

“Ten Daddy!”

“Eleven Daddy!”

“Twelve Daddy!”

Yelena reeled her hand back for the last time and stroke out, leaning over Kate’s form as she screamed, “Thirteen Daddy!”

Kate collapsed onto the bed after her last spank, crying softly.

Yelena pulled away and retreated to the bathroom for some aloe. Before her hand could so much as make contact, Kate pulled her head up and shook her head.

“I like the feeling of your handprints on my skin,” Kate said.

Yelena rose a brow— shrugged and but the aloe back.

“You can put it on me later, Yelena.” Kate whispered.

Yelena laid down onto her back and turned her head to meet Kate’s eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

Kate shook her head. “I wanted to get your attention, Yelena. You’ve been so cold this week. You’ve snapped at me so many times that I don’t even think you, yourself realize it.”

“Little Hawk.” Yelena whispered.

“I was a brat tonight because I wanted to get your mind off things. I wanted you to spank me.”

“Kate Bishop,” Yelena said teasingly. “You could have just asked.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” scoffed the archer.

“Did my punishment put you back in line?” Yelena asked darkly.

Kate brought a finger up to tap her chin. “Not really, no.”

Yelena pushes up to her elbows and moves to hover over the archer. “Then maybe this time, I won’t be as forgiving. Because let me tell you something Pretty Little Hawk..”

she leaned into Kate’s ear. “You are mine to touch. Mine to savor. Mine have. Mine to punish and tame. And if anyone ever steps in my way… well… I’ll just have to show them no won’t I?”

Kate swallows. “You are so hot.”

Yelena kisses along her jaw and husks. “I know this about me, it is quite deliberate.”

“Fucking tease.”

“Careful.”

Kate leans up. “Make me.”

“I will.”

Yelena flips Kate over onto her stomach and the rest is history.

[sesshy380]

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Amir had followed his quarry far beyond the safety of the market to their perfectly secluded spot deep inside the forest.

He crept among the shadows of the trees, making his way ever closer to his prey.

His hand quietly unsheathed the dagger at his side, his heart racing as he pictured the fear and hopelessness in the eyes of his mark as he toyed with their life.

When the moment was finally right, he struck.

As expected, his target fell easily to the ground, and Amir wasted no time drawing the blade to the man’s throat while wearing a sadistic grin.

Unexpectedly, however, the man didn’t react by panicking or begging for his life. Instead, he lay there for a moment, not the slightest bit surprised, then burst into a fit of laughter as though he’d just been caught in a game of tag.

This annoyed Amir.

“What is it? What’s so funny?” he demanded to know.

The man’s laughter dulled to an amused chuckle.

“An impostor sits upon my throne, and wears my crown. I was simply thinking how long it will be before they regret taking my place.”

Amir furled his brow and blinked in confusion.

“Um…I’m here to kill you…” he stated, weirdly feeling the need to clarify his motives.

“Oh, I know,” the white-haird man said with a smile. The smile then fell to something a bit more neutral. “Can you make it quick though? I’d like to get supper started. You’re more than welcome to join me.”

Amir stared in disbelief.

“Why-...?? What-...???” he stuttered, unable to vocalize his confusion.

The man sighed, appearing bored all of the sudden.

“You took the job from the wanted poster thinking it would be easy money, just like every adventurer and assassin that came before you. What the poster neglected to mention is that I can’t die.”

Amir hesitated a moment, wondering if the young man was telling the truth.

“...can you elaborate?”

The man sighed boredly again, as though he’d grown weary having to explain things.

“I did as many royals do when the weight of the crown becomes a bit too much. A few weeks ago I disguised myself and slipped out of the castle to get away for a bit. I eventually found myself in the forest, talking with a complete stranger, and venting my frustrations. At some point I said something along the lines of wishing I could trade places with the stranger. Like I said, it was just me venting. Next thing I know, there’s a poor copy of me sitting on my throne and no one recognizes my face. Not even a day later, posters appeared around the kingdom giving a reward for proof of  my death…and well…”

The man then gestured around to his current predicament.

Amir slowly removed the blade from the man’s neck and sat up.

“What’s your name?”

The man blinked in surprise then smiled.

“Ryou.”

Amir stood then offered a hand to help Ryou up.

“Well, Ryou…today is your lucky day. I don’t like being tricked. I was promised a reward, and I’m going to get it. If you can’t die, then I guess a bad copy will have to do…that is, assuming you’ll honor the bounty placed?”

Ryou’s eyes lit up in understanding as he took the offered hand and stood. The way he smiled was different from before, and it sent a shiver down Amir’s spine.

“I’m certain we can work something out…but I don’t want the false king to die just yet. If I’m not mistaken, based on your disappointment earlier, you like to make your marks beg for mercy.”

His eyes narrowed, the overly-pleasant smile becoming even more threatening.

“Make him beg for mercy.”

It was then that Amir understood: Ryou was never prey. He was the patient hunter lying in wait. An unsuspecting predator. A wolf wearing sheep’s wool.

Amir found himself filled with awe and reverence at the man before him, falling to one knee and bowing in respect.

“I will do anything that you command, my King.”

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[justcallmefox89]

Gnome Troubles - Chapter Four (Astarion's POV)

TW: violence, blood, very brief allusions to Astarion's time with Cazador, short instance of Astarion's gnome racism

That smirk would be handsome on someone taller.

Astarion shakes off the errant thought as Wicket leaps from the tree, landing noiselessly in front of him.  He takes a wary step back, realizing there is more to this necrobane than initially meets the eye.  The vampire stumbles over a rock, losing his footing as Wicket lunges at him with a speed that rivals his own.  Astarion manages to deflect the first blow, hissing as one of the stakes gouges into the pale flesh of his forearm.  Wicket dodges behind him, driving his fist into Astarion’s lower back as his heel makes contact with the back of the elf’s knee.

Astarion crumples to the ground and makes an attempt to crawl away, but Wicket snatches his ankle and pulls him closer before pouncing on top of him.  Astarion begins to panic at the weight pining him down as Wicket straddles his waist and raises a stake over his heart.

Groping hands in the dark… foul breath… rough, unwanted touches… the smell of unwashed bodies and sour ale…

Astarion bucks beneath Wicket, attempting to throw him off, and the stake misses its mark, stabbing into the soft dirt next to his head.

“Hold still, abomination!” Wicket snarls, scrabbling for the second stake and struggling to hold him down.

Not again, not again, not again, not again…

Astarion struggles wildly, caught in his memories like an insect in amber, barely aware of Wicket’s rough voice cursing in Gnim as he fights to retain his hold on him.  Then… a blinding light and indescribable pain…  Astarion is forcibly pulled from his memories and thrust into another’s. 

Fire surrounds him, the smoke thick and choking… the wails of the dying mingle with the screams of children… Blood soaks the forest floor, glowing in the firelight… A single voice rises above the din – a small child crying out for her father…

“Get out of my head!” Wicket screams, drawing Astarion back into the present.  The gnome is wild-eyed and sweating, silver-streaked hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks, his skin nearly as pale as Astarion’s.  Taking advantage of his distress Astarion shoves him away and rolls to his feet, drawing his dagger.

Wicket staggers to his feet, still disoriented, with a stake in his hand and clearly still ready to fight.  “What’s wrong with you?” he slurs.

“What?” Astarion asks, dumbfounded.

“Hands are shaking… scared… felt it with the worm…”

Astarion scowls.  Apparently the tadpole had allowed Wicket a peek into his mind too.  “Most people tend to be shaken when someone attempts to assassinate them, darling.”

The necrobane snorts, clearly not believing the lie.  “As you say.”  A pause.  “Why are you so weak?”

“I beg your pardon?” Astarion stares down at the gnome in disgust.  “Weak?”

Wicket stares back at him, expressionless. 

Astarion lets out an annoyed huff.  “If you must know, my master kept my diet very… controlled.”

“Explain.”

“Rats!  Vermin!  The occasional kobold!”  The vampire throws his hands up in exasperation.  “And only in small amounts, just enough to keep us alive but not strong enough to rebel.”

Wicket hums in contemplation and thinks a moment before darting off to his tent.  His back before Astarion can object, goblet in hand. 

“What are you doing?” Astarion asks, taking a wary step back.

Wicket tilts his head to the side and takes a moment to collect his thoughts.  “I don’t know what is going to happen or what potential dangers we will face as a result of our tadpoles.  And leaving you alive could prove to be useful.”

The elf narrows his eyes in disbelief.

“If,” Wicket holds up one finger.  “And only if you can keep your fangs to yourself… I’m willing to forgo my oath.”

“Of course, darling,” Astarion replies with a charming smirk.  “This little venture will be so much easier if we’re all friends.”

But the very moment it appears you’re going to turn on me I will drink you.

Wicket grunts, looking like he already regrets his decision.  As a curious Astarion watches he rolls up the sleeve of his shirt, then draws a small dagger from a hidden sheath in his boot.  Wicket grits his teeth and braces himself, then slices a deep gash across his forearm.  Before a drop of blood can hit the ground, Wicket has the goblet beneath the wound, catching each gloriously enticing drop.

The heady smell of the gnome’s blood has Astarion’s eyelids fluttering, and a small gasp escapes his lips.  He briefly considers crossing the few feet that separate them and licking up the blood that drips down Wicket’s arm; finally gorging himself on the sustenance he’s so long been denied.  Then his lip curls in disgust at the very thought.  Gnomish blood is acceptable, but to actually press his lips to the flesh of one of the little beasts?  He shudders at the very thought.

No, better to wait and see exactly what he’s up to.

After several long minutes the goblet is nearly full.  Wicket whispers a few words of healing, and his wound closes up as if it were never there.  He’s pale and clearly lightheaded from the blood loss, but somehow manages to remain standing.

“Here,” he mutters thrusting the goblet into Astarion’s eager hands.  “We’re going to need you at full strength if you’re going to be any use to us.  Don’t make me regret this.”

[mariacallous]

In Butler, Pennsylvania, a billboard read “In Musk We Trust.” A Tesla Cybertruck parked on the side of the road sported a TRUMP 2024 flag.

With a month left in the presidential campaign, former president Donald Trump returned to Butler for a rally less than three months after the assassination attempt on Trump’s life that resulted in the death of one rally attendee. This time, Trump was joined by X owner Elon Musk and vice presidential candidate JD Vance.

“Welcome Back to Butler, Mr. President,” read a message in Trump’s walk-on video.

When Trump started speaking, the same chart about illegal immigration he was referring to in the moments before the attempted assassination appeared on screen. “And as I was saying,” Trump said. He’d timed this moment so that it took place at precisely 6:11 pm, which was when he was shot in the ear on July 13. He also held a “moment of silence” honoring those who were injured or killed during the assassination attempt in July. Opera singer Christopher Macchio sang Ave Maria, and people in the crowd removed their hats, wiped their eyes, and some even took a knee as Trump looked on solemnly.

“Over the past eight years, those who want to stop us from achieving this future have slandered me, impeached me, indicted me, tried to throw me off the ballot, and who knows? Maybe even try to kill me,” said Trump, floating the conspiracy theory that the attempted assassination was orchestrated by his political opponents. “12 weeks ago we all took a bullet for America.”

Trump later invited Musk on stage. The X owner walked on wearing a black blazer over a shirt saying “Occupy Mars” and a black MAGA hat. “As you can see, I’m not just MAGA,” said Musk. “I’m dark MAGA.” Dark MAGA is a memecoin, a type of cryptocurrency inspired by online trends. The valuation of Dark MAGA soared right around the time that Musk spoke.

Musk repeatedly implored audience members and viewers to register to vote. “This election is the most important election of our lifetime,” said Musk. “This is no ordinary election.”

He wrapped up his brief speech with an ominous message: “Get everyone you know, and everyone you don't know, drag them to register to vote,” he said. “If they don’t, this will be the last election. That’s my prediction.”

Musk’s appearance at Saturday’s rally marked a major benchmark in his political evolution. Following the assassination attempt against Trump in Butler, Musk posted on X that he had decided to “fully endorse” the former president, and shortly after announced the creation of a political action committee (PAC) to support Trump’s campaign. Musk initially said he would donate $45 million per month to the PAC, though he has since changed his tune. Musk also hosted Trump for a glitchy live conversation on X Spaces in August.

Musk was previously an Obama, Clinton and Biden voter who donated to politicians on both sides of the aisle but touted himself as someone who generally tried to stay out of politics. At a 2015 Vanity Fair event, Musk said he hoped Trump wouldn’t clinch the Republican nomination for president because ��that wouldn’t be good” and “would be a bit embarrassing.” He also told CNBC that he didn’t believe Trump had the “sort of character that reflects well on the United States” while voicing support for Democratic nominee Hillary Clinton’s policy platform. In 2017, Musk donated large sums to Republicans, signaling a possible right-ward shift in his political outlook. And in 2020, he bamboozled many of his fans with a cryptic Twitter post: “Take the Red Pill.”

Musk is one of several right-wing tech billionaires who have thrown their support behind Trump. Billionaire Palantir founder Peter Thiel, is a longtime Trump supporter, and also helped fund Vance’s 2022 bid for his Ohio Senate seat. Before entering politics, Thiel was one of several Silicon Valley funders who backed Vance’s Ohio-based venture fund, Narya Capital. Vance and Thiel are also investors in the right-wing video sharing platform, Rumble.

When Musk, who has described himself as a “free speech absolutist,” took over Twitter in 2022, he almost immediately fired the vast majority of the company’s trust and safety employees, the people who keep hate speech and mis- and disinformation off the platform. The following year, Musk slashed what remained of Twitter’s election integrity team, posting, “Oh you mean the “Election Integrity” Team that was undermining election integrity? Yeah, they’re gone.”

Hate speech on X increased under Musk and last year European Commission Vice President Vera Jourova said that of all the companies under EU scrutiny, X was “the platform with the largest ratio of mis- or disinformation posts.” Musk also reinstated the accounts of people who had been banned from the platform including conspiracy theorist Alex Jones and neo-Nazi Nick Fuentes.

After Musk finished speaking, and Trump thanked him, rally attendees chanted his name.

Moments later, Musk signed back onto X.

He immediately began sharing election conspiracies about election ballots sent to vacant addresses, before writing, “Make sure everyone you know & everyone you meet has registered to vote,” he wrote. “The fate of our civilization is at stake.”

[weeo]

What's Bred in the Bone Comes Out in the Flesh

Where the Waters Do Agree - Chapter 4

Pairing:  Tommy Shelby / Alfie Solomons

Summary: Alfie offered Tommy to help him kill his mark—looks like they have a mission to complete, and a destabilising tension to deal with.

Warnings/Tags:  Violence, Blood, Assassination

Notes: This is the 4th chapter of a group fic! If you want to read the story from the beginning, you can have access to every chapter here.

Thank you so much to the lovely @deadendtracks for the beta!

Read on AO3

It may appear suspicious to find your very dear mate, on a serene morning after a churning storm, sharing eggs and bacon with none other than your own fucking mark. Alfie could concede to him that.

As a matter of fact, he’d been the first surprised by this incongruous situation. He considered he’d never get the chance to reencounter this shithead on the face of the earth, let alone come across him sipping tea in the first-class saloon the following day. Surreal, innit? When they parted their way to their personal cabins the previous night, Alfie had no doubts Tommy would squirm for 30 seconds in his bed before wandering through the halls to finish his task. What honestly could have been better than pretending to be Tommy's knight in shining armour without lifting a fucking finger, eh? 

Well, Alfie was open to recognising the situation was tricky. Nonetheless, stomping on Alfie’s foot with his boot heel, while Alfie generously served himself second helpings of scrambled eggs at the breakfast buffet, was an outright overreaction on Tommy’s part. 

Alfie’s cane, hung at his elbow, slammed to the ground in an excruciating commotion. All heads pivoted towards him. How silly of Tommy to draw attention to them in such a reckless manner!

“What the fuck, man?”

Alfie’s knees screamed when he picked his cane up. Blood trickled down the severed inside of his cheek and its bitter taste snaked around his teeth. Thankfully, the counter helped him to regain his feet without looking like a bedridden old grouch.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Alfie?” Tommy stared blankly at the wall facing him at the other end of the room and exhaled a trail of smoke. Slowly. Way too slow, so that the purpose was to be infuriating. Tommy acted like a Hollywood sweetheart, batting his eyelashes on a cardboard film set. Who the fuck does this disdainful prick think he is when Alfie’s been anything but considerate with his friend? 

“Well, actually, I’m doing your job, mate.”

Tommy snickered humorlessly before taking another drag of his cigarette. “I doubt that.”

Alfie smiled. “Hm, silly boy, you’ve not read your documents closely, ain’t you?”

“Should I understand you’ve been spying on me?” 

Alfie’s hand reached to his heart. “Accusing your dear mate of such lowness, what a world to raise children in!”

Tommy turned his head towards Alfie and raised an eyebrow: “It’s not because you can’t bend your knees anymore that such lowness is unreachable for you, Alfie.”

“Well, yeah, you know…”

“What were you bloody doing?”

“Well, I was extending a hand to a very dear friend of mine in need of assistance, because, see, helping you resolves my own fucking problem, mate.”

“Fucking spit it out, Alfie. What were you bloody doing with that fucker?”

“Oh, you know, just paying double for three crates of Tommy guns. You’re supposed to stop this guy from selling and shipping them to the IRA, if you’d read the papers closely.”

“How did you get them?” Tommy maintained an unimpressed—or nonetheless, contained—expression.

“In your coat pocket.”

“Do you think you’re being funny?” Tommy knitted his brows.

“Yeah, mate, indeed. You wouldn’t have fucking noticed if a horse burst into your fucking cabin, no less a simple man snatching a paper from your very own coat pocket.” Alfie nearly swiped his plate away with large, careless gestures. He got carried away—an excess of confidence. 

After a fleeting silence, Tommy admitted: “I just got straight to the main parts.”

“Better not to know, uh?” Alfie fixed Tommy, looking for his eyes. “Yeah, well, I help my mate, and by a phenomenal alignment of events, I also resolve the business I’m on this little trip for. It truly is the best of both worlds, innit?”

“Have you ever done something which wasn’t in your best interest, Alfie?”

“Have you?” Alfie smiled recklessly, showing his terrible crooked tooth on full display. “See, we’re just the same. Hell’s Kitchen also lives up to its fucking name, mate. It’s been put to fire and the sword since some bloody wop insulted the fiancé of my mourned cousin Adam.” Alfie’s hand reached to his heart. “Nonetheless, these bands of fucking savages have been killing each other with meat cleavers, saws and fucking rolling pins. Can’t you believe it? Hm, yeah, nothing’s worse than being ashamed of his own fucking kin, right? Soon, they’ll make their enemy choke on bloody bread dough if no one fucking intervenes. This regrettable shitshow has to be definitely put to an end, and the Thompson submachine guns would let off a good fucking firework finale, don’t you think?”

“Keep it down.” Tommy intervened and glanced to the side without moving his neck an inch.  “You will frighten our friend.” He whispered: “The guns can be part of the deal, but we need to figure out where they fucking are.”

“Meet me in room 47 at 9 PM. I’ll lure your guy in to conclude our business. He arms the enemy as long as the cash is worth it. He shouldn’t be difficult to bait with an increased transaction. We make him spill the beans and send him on an eternal honeymoon with good ol’ Eddie. Easy.”

“Easy enough if I trusted you, Alfie.”

“Look, mate, is there a remarkably better idea offered to you? Well, suppose an impeccable resolution fell on you from the sky this very morning, you know, sent by the Almighty; you could have just said like a freakin normal human blessed with the gift of speech: “No, mate, thank you dearly, but I’ll handle it myself.”, ain’t you?”

Tommy blinked slowly and crushed his cigarette on the tiled floor. He dropped his empty, pristine plate off on a trolley full of soiled dishes and left the saloon without a word. 

Suppose it’s his way to acknowledge he’s on board, eh?

*

He sure won’t complain to the staff about finding Tommy seated on the bed when he got to cabin number 47, but there’s been a real lack of safety and protection of private life on this fucking heap of metal. He was the one who had the fucking keys, for fuck’s sake.

“It’s not yours,” Tommy said as soon as Alfie opened the door.

“Didn’t want blood all over me fucking carpet, ain’t I?” Alfie leaned on his cane. “You already knew though, didn’t you?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” Tommy got off the bed like he would offer his seat to an old man on the train.

Alfie stayed planted on his feet where he was, eyes widened and fixed towards Tommy: “Killed by a man mysteriously lost at sea. You offered us the perfect fucking carpet to ruin on a silver platter, mate.”

“When the fucker’s coming?” Tommy interrupted, acting like he’d already thought all this though.

“Thirsty for blood, ain’t you?” Alfie snickered.

“Thirsty to get it over with.”

Alfie’s lower back was cursing him. He waited until a decent amount of time had passed. He refused to appear as if he’d rushed towards the seat Tommy had left vacant. He must be careful about pushing his body like that in the next few days. “I gave you an early appointment, mate.” Alfie paused to restrain his breath of relief when he was seated. “It happens that, you know, we have business to discuss.”

“How much do you want?”

“Five crates of ten.”

“Two.”

“Nonsense. Tell me, treacle, why should I fucking settle for less than the fucking rich prick offered, eh?” 

“Three then. It’s even without spending a bloody pound.”

"Well, love, that would make sense in our dirty ol’ England, but we've been sailing on the waters of the mighty United States of America for a while now. The tip for the service isn't included in the initial price."

“Four. No higher.”

“Deal.”

*

Assured knocks were heard inside room 47.

Alfie bit back a groan when he stood up from the bed. His back had been struck by a lighting bolt. He opened the door and gestured an invitation to enter: “Henry, Henry, come in, mate.”

Henry Aston wiped his feet on the doormat and looked around the room while Alfie closed the door behind him: “I would have imagined you’d be less tidy, Mr Solomons.”

“I should hate to be predictable, shouldn’t I?” Alfie smiled and raised a metal flask out of his pocket: “Rum?”

Henry nodded. “We have to hide like rats to drink a glass of liquor, and they call that progress.”  

The cork of the flask popped off, and Alfie poured two glasses on the side table.

“It has come to my attention that we may share an acquaintance, Mr Solomons.” A shiver raced down Alfie’s spine. He drew his hand closer to his coat pocket. The cold metal of his gun kissed his wrist through the fabric.

“Who would that be?” 

“Edward O’Connell. I had the opportunity to witness how you nearly came to blows on the pontoon before the departure. I’m amazed they allowed you to board after causing such a delaying inconvenience.”

Alfie grabbed one glass in each hand and turned around, harbouring a forced smile: “Good ol’ Eddie. How do you know that tosser?”

Henry accepted the glass. “He’s a very dear client of mine. He happens to serve as the go-between for the shipping companies of armament and the IRA.” Henry smelled its content with his eyes closed. “I suspect he may also work as a counterintelligence agent for the Republic of Ireland.”

“Hm. Two sides to a coin, they say. Tails, you may be lucky. Heads, dirtied by the face of the King. Even truer for Irish, eh?”

“Cheers to that!” Henry raised his glass and gulped its amber-coloured liquid.

“Me own recipe. What do you think of that, eh?”

“Too bitter. That thing is for the workers.”

Alfie lifted an eyebrow. “Hm, yeah, right?” 

“We had important matters to discuss. One especially concerned me to the highest degree. That assassin from the crown you mentioned earlier, have you strictly identified him as we speak?” Henry asked.

Alfie bit his cheek. He hadn’t predicted that the tosser would bring that up so soon. “No, mate. He’s a tough fish to catch.” It’s not like their little games haven’t always been scattered with Alfie’s switches of side. Bet on all the horses, and you’ll never taste the bitter savour of defeat. An unquestionable victory is always tainted, though, whether in a distasteful range of vivid colours or a washed-out beige. Bravery has never made him richer than betting blindly on all the horses.

“Dear Edward had an eye on someone. He was supposed to have more information to provide after breakfast this morning, but he stood me up. Guess he slipped away after being an ineffective, dirty thief.”

“Well, yeah, sounds just like him.”

“You’re as bitter as your rum every time his name is cited in a conversation, and I might very well know why.”

“Do you?”

“He may have tried to intimidate me for the same felony. Men like us, Mr Solomons, are prone to be blackmailed by men like Eddie, if our penchant is ever uncovered by them despite our carefulness. Nonetheless, I conducted him hastily to understand it’d be in his best interests to conserve my friendship instead of provoking my wrath.”

“Well, there’s a variety of means to reach an equal goal, innit?”

“Like punching him in the face.”

“Hm, yeah, sort of.”

“And which means would lead you to blow me?”

Alfie snickered, and Henry’s stare underlined his seriousness.

“Nah, fuck off, mate. I have for a rule, right, that, you know, I don’t blow rich fucking assholes who served in the cavalry.” 

As much as Tommy liked to pretend they didn’t have a deep understanding of each other, Alfie knew damn well Tommy’s blood was boiling right fucking now. He was galvanising him for the hardships to come. It was as much a smack across the face as a delicate, thoughtful gift. 

“Let’s settle our gun business, right? You tell me at which pier we’re supposed to meet tomorrow. I give you your money. And then, I’ll kindly invite you to fuck off.”

“You’re a fool if you believed I ever had any interest in your money. I smelled it on you from afar you were a bloody cock-sucker. You reek of it even more when walking that pikey rent boy around. Your business must have been fruitful to afford such an overpriced, ostentatious slut on a whole boat journey. We could invite him if you need that tight ass to get it up.”

One minute, Alfie snickered humorlessly, and the next, a shadow came into sight behind Henry to trap its arm around his throat. They were both thrown off balance and moved backwards until Tommy’s back banged the wardrobe he’d been hidden in. Henry struggled to free himself from Tommy, who tightened his hold around Henry’s neck. 

“You were jealous, weren’t you?” Henry smirked. He elbowed Tommy’s side and managed to get out of Tommy’s grip.

“You, fucker.” Alfie moved closer and punched Henry’s face. Henry grabbed Alfie’s shirt to steady himself. The rush of adrenaline maintained the illusion Alfie had regained his grounded, rooted in the floor strength of his youth, until something in his back snapped and made him follow Henry in his fall.

They reached for each other’s shirts. “You spent way too much time on a horse, mate.” Alfie took advantage of that hold to give Henry a headbutt. A second. And a third. 

Henry’s nose was gushing blood, and Alfie might have also broken his own. A red fountain was running down his face, dripping on Henry’s chest. Henry gave a shove with his legs and made them roll through the cabin until they hit the foot of the bed. He topped over Alfie and lifted his fist to punch him: “You—“ 

Tommy seized Henry under his armpits to drag him backwards to the centre of the room. Alfie dove on Henry’s legs to help Tommy immobilise him. With a knife, Tommy slit Henry’s throat. Drips splashed on Alfie’s face. A river of blood snaked down the scumbag’s chest and Tommy’s arms. Henry was still trying to stop blood spilling from his throat with his hands, as life was abandoning his eyes. Tommy shoved Alfie further to straddle Henry and planted his knife in Henry’s chest, the side of his neck, and even his face multiple times. Every stab given was hurried and swifter than the previous one. 

The adrenaline unleashed the frightened, contained beast, which never ceased to growl inside Tommy’s guts since France. Alfie could be afraid of it if his stomach weren’t vibrating with the howling of his own, poorly imprisoned with rusty shackles. The beasts living inside them were acquainted. Their barks had the familiarity of relatives’ steps on a staircase. Their instinct danced around the excitement of their shared rage, their shared fear. They were rolled in a comforting scent—the thrill of recognition, their yearning and reunion for a fellow creature intertwined until suffocation.

The tension in Henry’s legs had melted long ago when Alfie called Tommy’s name and stroked Tommy’s arm to stop his repetitive motions. There was so much blood suddenly, as if they burst into an open-heart surgery. Tommy crawled on his knees and stumbled on the carpet coated with a reflective bed of blood. Tommy’s loud breathing started to slow down. Alfie’s back, which had been surprisingly silent, now screamed. He threw Henry’s corpse further away in a last painful effort to lie down next to Tommy.

Half of Tommy’s face was drenched in fresh blood. There were two sides of a coin. Unlike Eddie, the dirt suited him. His eyelashes, covered by blood and tears, were glinting in the awful orange light of the bedside lamp. This scene carried the ambivalence Alfie had always felt towards butterfly wings. He craved to crush the beauty of Tommy’s face under his boot, as much as keeping it pinned behind glass for admiration and never allowing it to yield to decay.

A different kind of beast had been woken up in his lower belly. One that was no less dangerous.

“You betrayed me once again, Alfie.” Tommy interrupted Alfie’s train of thought. He was fixing the wood ceiling over them without even looking at it.

“Hm, yeah, sweetie, you know, don’t put all your eggs in the same basket, they say.” Tommy frowned, and Alfie raised his voice: “What was I supposed to do, right? Waiting for what God had intended for me!? Nah, nah, nah. Fucking ridiculous, mate.” Alfie gave a sour laugh. He turned his face and pointed his raised forefinger towards Tommy, who wouldn’t look at him: “Only fools don’t back themselves, eh? And I fucking well know what you’re going to fucking say: Alfie, he was giving away too much strategic information to plan on keeping you alive.” Alfie imitated Tommy’s rough voice. “I know, alright?” 

Tommy raised an eyebrow, and Alfie mumbled as if he was confessing a secret: “To reassure you, mate, I had put most of my eggs in your freakin’ basket.”

Tommy’s blank stare turned towards Alfie: "It seems your collaboration has a price, doesn’t it?” 

Alfie was torn to say yes because he’d never been a good man, and Tommy would do anything to secure the success of this mission. He was curious. It was nibbling him. He wanted to know to what extent Tommy would go to ensure he had Alfie on a hook. To what lengths could Alfie push him before he snapped and showed any sign of opposition? He would revel in it, even if Tommy’s willingness to comply was encouraged by an axe hanging over his beloved’s head. 

“Everyone has a price, Alfie. Even your fragile loyalty.”

Alfie cupped Tommy’s bloody face and stroked it with his thumb. His selfishness lent credence to Henry's despicable words towards Tommy. But, good God, he’d go straight to Hell if it would stop him. He averted his gaze: “There’s indeed one thing…”

Quietly, Tommy led his hand towards his cheek and interlaced it with Alfie’s fingers. He winced when he turned on his side to face Alfie. Henry’s blows must have bruised his ribs. 

They were both breathing loudly to the rhythm of Alfie’s increasing heartbeat. Tommy grimaced again from pain when he wrapped the back of Alfie’s head with his right arm. He stared into Alfie’s eyes a second too long and kissed him open-mouthed. His arm clasped tighter around Alfie to draw him closer. Alfie was transfixed. He needed to see. He needed to gather proof this moment was real. His eyes were wide open when Tommy’s were tight shut. Tommy squeezed his hold on Alfie’s head and drew closer. He ached to feel it, even if it hurt, and yearned for Alfie to suffer the effects of his wrath. He took his time. It was so soft and passionate; it felt earnest—a truth offered on a silver plate.

Tommy pulled them apart and opened his eyes back. Alfie could only hope what he perceived—what Tommy allowed him to see—was sincere, even if it’d be more than he had the right to expect.

Pierced by a stab of hunger, Alfie moved nearer to Tommy to kiss him once more. Tommy backed off slightly and murmured: “Enough.”

Caught in his frenzy of Tommy allowing everything he desired, Alfie tried to draw closer again. Tommy stretched his arm holding Alfie’s hand, and kept him at a distance. Both of them strained on their arm. Tommy clenched his jaw to resist Alfie’s strength. 

 “Enough.” Tommy raised his voice.

As if a lightning bolt had struck him, Alfie’s arm loosened and folded on itself. Tommy’s liquefied over it to ensure Alfie couldn’t overpower him if he changed his mind. 

His gaze was one of a desperate wolf, ready to jump to its prey’s neck. This beast, which had learned the hard way to survive men like Alfie, scared him more than any other Tommy carried inside him. 

His stare was a challenge. A mortal one, to ask: who’s the prey now? He had the look of the Fallen Angel brewing a storm with a tear gathering at the corner of his eye.

Alfie pulled back to lie on his back, and Tommy did the same a few instants later. An awkward silence floated in the room. After calming his breath, Tommy suddenly rose to his feet.

*

Water poured forth from the tap of the bathroom. Tommy was scrubbing the dried blood off his face, hands, and under his nails with soap. When he stepped outside the bathroom, he carried two white washcloths and threw a wet one over Alfie’s face. 

“Fucking hell, mate, what was that for?” Alfie dragged the cold towel off his face.

"If we play by the rules of the market, consider this to be the first deposit of the transaction." Tommy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Even if this natural gesture was uncalculated, it still hurt. “For your assistance to this successfully conducted first-degree murder.”

A remarkably high wave of shame engulfed Alfie and churned his guts. He hadn’t been seasick for days, but he wanted to throw up.

“The Irish dockworkers won’t give up their guns easily, though. We still have work to do.” Tommy was drying his face and hands with the washcloth as if nothing he said was abnormal. 

Alfie gave a little impulse to sit up and shake his musings with the damp cloth, but his bloody back snapped again. It would have barely looked like he had a spasm if it didn’t twist his face in agony. He’d live better with it if Tommy’s attentive gaze hadn’t caught it, but the faint smile at the corner of Tommy’s lips suggested it’d been enough. 

Alfie exhaled in defeat. “You heard. I couldn’t get the location out of him.”

"Pier 47. Thursday, 5 AM." 

“How the fuck do you know the pier, mate?” Alfie frowned.

“I reached my informants.” Tommy crossed the room to the wardrobe and picked up his immaculate coat from the hanging rack.

“Well, couldn’t have said that before, eh?”

“I said I didn’t trust you, Alfie.” Tommy slipped into his coat to uncover the carnage that was his shirt. “And wasn’t I right?”

The shame of his betrayal had now no equal to the guilt for his behaviour earlier. Regardless of whether it was unclear which event Tommy was referring to, he couldn’t help thinking Tommy wasn’t only alluding to his foreseeable betrayal. He’d always been the type to sow his seeds between the lines, and Alfie inherited the curse of the skilled harvester. 

“Who are your informants? Convenient you had some on this boat.”

Tommy puffed a mocking laugh through his nose and stepped forward. He hovered over Alfie with his severe, intent gaze. His feet framed Alfie’s face. He squatted to draw close to Alfie’s face: “I also place my eggs in several baskets, Alfie. I made calls before getting on this boat.” Tommy rose back to his feet and left the room.

Alfie had always prided himself on being a man of words. He was cracking smiles on the coldest faces, maintaining a convincing speech or sermon to the most inconvincible and snarking back as a sword cut through the air—vain but excitingly effective—a coquetry crafted for his very own pleasure. 

Yet, he was at a loss for words. The ground crumbled beneath him, and he got sucked up by the ocean. 

He’d been fucked big time.

Tommy had been curious as well. Curious to what extent Alfie was under his spell.

[gothsuguru]

?????( KAIRO????????? YOU CAN’T CASUALLY MENTION KING!SUGU/KNIGHT!READER AND THEN MOVE ON I’M ABT TO EXPLODE 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

ok but “call off your dog” is THEEE dynamic ever to me actually like it’s so good …. that feral devotion…. reader being like his attack dog…… i’m just thinking abt this vine 😭😭 the dog is knight!reader the owner is king!sugu and satoru is the one abt to get bitten LMAOOO

I’M GONNA HAVE TO HEAR MORE DETAILS ON THEIR DYNAMIC FROM U THOUGH PLSPLS I’M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES :’3

YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABT THAT DYNAMIC gojo is a squealer, suguru’s an instigator, & reader is just :3 BARK

& KDKDKDKDKD LISTEN IT’S SOMETHING I THOUGHT ABT A WHILE AGO ONLY MOMENTARILY but i will say king!geto infiltrates my thoughts from time to time </3

omfg i haven’t really thought of the lore of this au in depth 😭 i just know i wanted it to be feral violent dark devotion <3 just very intense and raw but VERY genuine like there’s genuine love there that makes them soooooo insane <3 i think the idea of king!geto is just delicious…

there’s rumors across the kingdom where the now king!geto murdered his parents in cold blood in order to usurp the throne (is this real or not? who knows? not me…) to those he dislikes/who dislike him: he’s a cunning king… sly… manipulative… calculating… tactically/strategically intelligent… he’s like a viper <3 venomous serpent fangs ready to strike when the opportunity presents itself, his fangs leaving ragged bloody raw bite marks in his opponent’s necks where they simply won’t ever survive // on the flip side/more human side he’s a young king after all so in the privy of his castle/palace he’s a bratty, huffy, dramatic king :> a funny lil twist from the demure, elegant, alluring king that the townspeople see

BUT on the opposite end for those he adores/adore him: he always looks out for them! he really does LOVE his people i think the reason that he’s SO beloved is because he wants to create a better world for his subjects! he’s kind, caring, & always has their best interests in heart! he keeps them safe, he goes into the town to speak to vendors/assess how to help them, & then plays with the little children (nanako mimiko megumi yuji & yuuta are especially fond of the king and he’s especially fond of them <3 they’re all his little babies <3)

as for knight!reader… omfg insane human i love them. they’re like if a wolf, raven, & a panther had a baby. just a rugged/morally grey/sick sick sick individual 😭 i think in the beginning their devotion stems not necessarily from Love for suguru & the royal family but from the Love of fighting/killing! they were a ward of the infamous assassin toji zen’in and worked under the tutelage of king ryomen sukuna, a tyrannical & heinous king. they have a scar that runs from their left eyebrow down their eye on the middle of their cheek courtesy of sukuna </3 they’re like an undomesticated dog who needs to be reared in through trial & error, strictness, & punishment.

and you may think… What The Hell are they doing as suguru’s knight then??? 🤔🤨

well if you saw a single knight take down an army of bandits all by their lonesome wouldn’t you be intrigued…? regardless of anything you know that they’re CAPABLE & able to PROTECT. which is the most important thing <3 the perfect duo: a king who already has a screw loose in his head and a knight who never had any screws in their head to begin with <3

basically knight!reader is a fan of the hunt more than anything <3 imagine them walking towards suguru all bloody with a wild glint in their eyes and a massive smirk… suguru for once in his life found someone/something he can’t control…

… but suguru likes a challenge and he likes to tame <3 reader isn’t a brat, they’re just so feral & need to be put on a leash for their own benefit/the benefit of those around them <3 he wants to domesticate this undomesticated dog and train them properly. my knight!reader is the type to submit willingly but only to those they respect.

that’s why the “call off your dog” aspect is so delicious to me……… reader is so feral and violent and always has their fangs bared, their canines sharp & bloodied. and suguru is always holding their leash, ready to draw them back or ready to tell them to “attack.” it’s all based off of suguru’s whims & orders at the end of the day. knight!reader bows only for suguru and suguru alone <3

sidenote suguru & his knight have like . sadomasochistic tendencies . not necessarily Sexual vibes but like……… the knight is quite masochistic & suguru is quite sadistic (to each other… but they love it… another facet of their Sick dark weird devotion towards one another)

and also by dark devotion i mean reader is on their knees with suguru’s knuckles against their lips, the epitome of: “let me kill for you. let me bloody my hands, let me show my love in this way, in a violent way, the only way i know how.” and suguru cradles them like a father would a baby: “let me tame you. i’ll bark out the orders and you’ll follow through. because you devote yourself to me. and because i love you. i will show you my love through control & intense passion, the only way i know how.”

also i have a Certain Scene in my head that ultimately showcases their love for one another and i’ll just say it here bc i don’t think i’m writing this story anytime soon and i know i’ll forget if i don’t write it down 😭 but after a battle or smthn reader comes back bloodied and scarred and for once in his life suguru feels genuine fear. it’s unbecoming of a noble king to carry someone who is Designed to Protect him to his personal bath, but he does so regardless. i think one of the MOST intimate things is to give someone a bath… and he does that. he’s no longer a king and you’re no longer a knight… he’s a worried young man who bandages & bathes you, who needs to take care of his beloved by doting on them oh-so carefully & oh-so softly. it’s almost like a purification process for both of these characters too.

and then suguru sees something on the knight’s body… it looks like a tattoo but it’s a brand (think of sukuna’s markings but along the knight’s stomach & back) suguru then really looks at the knight and realizes that… this person is just so tired. weary. young. they enjoy the hunt but they’ve always existed to serve others, to protect others, to take the punishment so others don’t have to…

i think he gains an extra layer of respect for reader and is almost… sad? i think he thinks abt if they met under different circumstances would they still be tied to one another? had he been a teacher and had reader been a butcher — would the devotion still be there? and then he catches the knight’s eyes staring into his… and he’s positive. 100% certain. no matter the era no matter the circumstance no matter which lifetime they’re in — the intensity of their raw devotion towards one another withstands the test of time. also TRUST the knuckle kisses that the knight gives suguru are soooooo reverent

BUT yeah blah blah blah this sets up the NEXT scene which would be suguru giving reader a hickey in the bath (his own form of branding) and sukuna sees it the next day 😹 like “oh? you took my little rottweiler puppy and made them a refined wolf… good for you.”

i’m all over the place but ESSENTIALLY that’s the gist of it all 😭 there’s SOOOOO much more lore/twists/turns and such the further i think abt the story but omfg……….. you know what maybe i will write this soon 🫡 they’re my beloveds

[yoitsjay]

The Whispers (Ch.2)

Pairings: Hunter X fem! Reader

Summary: you had saved Hunters family, and he promised to keep your secret. Now to Dathomir... where the whispers grow strongest.

Warnings: cannon violence, references and direct mentions to characters from Star wars Jedi: Fallen Order, but before that. Hunter starting to feel things maybe? Cid loves you surprisingly. Rip

Word count: 3,300

You had run out of rations before the week’s end, and the droids were still here, searching for any remaining survivors. In the distance you could still hear screams, but you knew you had to go out to gunt, to stay surviving. So while Merrin slept you gathered your things, holding your bow in your hands as you left the cave, slowly creeping through the forest, keeping your eyes and ears open for any animals, or for any dangers you might face. You could still hear your sisters screams in your head, angry cries… You found yourself crying, albeit silently, the tears just pouring from your eyes.

You shook away the anger and the hate. You moved forward. You heard something skittering so you lowered yourself to the ground, readyyour energy bow to shoot the creature, however when you saw two assassin droids emerge from the trees you lowered the bow, and pressed yourself into a tree, sucking in a deep breath, hoping that they didn't see you.

However when you poked your head out you heard a very childlike scream, and your eyes widened when you realized they had Merrin, and were about to execute her, but not before asking where the others were hiding. You quickly sprung into action, firing two shots with your energy bow before teleporting behind the assassin droids, slicing their heads off with your scimitars. And yet, in all your rage you were, and they grabbed Merrin because of it, and now you were surrounded, blasters aimed at you on all sides.

You were too blinded by your anger to see that it was a trap, they had been tracking you as soon as you left that cave but you would NOT let them kill Merrin, or you… so with all the energy you had, just as they started firing time seemed to slow, and a orb of purple seemed to expand around you and merrin, the energy you had created bursting from your body, destroying all the droids and life around you, trees starting to burn. Your adrenaline kept you going, and you grabbed Merrin and ran, and you didn't stop running, not until you were in a completely different place, one you'd never explored.

You only stopped when your knees started to buckle. You were exhausted, but you needed Merrin safe. She needed to be sa-

You woke up with a sharp gasp, sitting up abruptly, only to slam your head on the bottom of the bunk above you. You let out a loud groan, rubbing your head which you could already tell was starting to bruise. You heard some footsteps, and looking up you Noticed Omega by your side with a medpack at the ready, Hunter, Tech and the others all stood behind her, looking at you with curiosity, and distrust. Omega pressed an ice pack to your head, and you whispered a thank you, turning to face the men in front of you. “You have questions.” You stated rather than questioned, and Tech stepped forward, giving you a quick scan as he seemed to cross reference something before looking at Hunter, showing him the data pad.

“What are you?” Hunter asked, and you sighed. “I am a Nightsister, or I was… before my entire clan was executed, and I was left to survive, living with the fear that I would be found, and killed alongside my sisters..” You explained as water dripped down your face, you quickly wiped it away, revealing some of the markings on your face. “I don't want anyone else to know who or what I am” you stated, keeping the ice back against your forehead. “So you are from Dathomir?” Tech asked, and you nodded. “yes… after this mission… that was where i was going to ask you to bring me… I get these nightmares, and there's something or someone always whispering in my head… it's time i head back, discover how to rid myself of the voices and these nightmares.” You explained, looking at Hunter.

“The price of a witch is high, which is why I hide myself and keep these abilities secret. I don't want to die or get hunted… So please Hunter, keep my secret.” You begged him, Feeling omega place her hand on top of yours. You smiled for a moment, gripping her hand for a moment before letting go.

The man looked back at the others, who all seemed to share a look of agreement before they looked back at you. Hunter nodded to you before speaking. “You saved my family, I think we owe you more than just keeping a secret.” He said, and you let out a relieved sigh. letting yourself relax again.

“We can take you to Dathomir after we drop off what we got to Cid.” Hunter told you and you nodded, standing up and taking a step towards him, pursing your lips slightly before you pulled him into a sudden hug. You didn't know how else to express your gratitude. You pulled away from him, and he offered you a smile.

“Thank you.” You muttered to him, taking a step back as you looked at the others. “And thank you all as well, truely.” You added, looking back at Hunter with a smile.

“You know we work pretty well together.” You started, walking out with him to the cockpit. “Oh yeah?” He questioned, turning to face you. You grinned and nodded. “Well when we set those charges, we were like water and stone, they work together so smoothly that it just looks natural” You stated, sitting down in the cockpit.

You didn't say anything else after that as tech announced that the ship was dropping out of hyperspace, Hunter grabbed a seat beside you, pondering what you said.

The talk was Cid was over as soon as it started, The bad batch got their credits, and Cid seemed happy. However before you could turn around and leave, she gently grabbed your arm. “Hey, before you leave me in the dust with your new friends, I wanted to give you something. I know you've been improving with your sniping, so…” Cid trailed off before she ducked behind the bar, appearing moments later with a beautiful sniper rifle.

She handed it to you, seeing how big your smile grew. “Oh kriff Cid… it's beautiful, it matches the engravings on my scimitars… Thank you Cid.” You breathed out, pulling the Trandotian into a tight hug, however she quickly shoved you away, turning her head to the side.

“yeah whatever just go- and if you come back, stop in and say hi” She stated, pushing you towards the bad batch. You snickered, waving goodbye as you hooked the sniper on your back, letting it connect to a third magnet you had there, just for this moment. You walked up to Hunter, nodding.

You good with that thing?” he asked, and “Please.”the Trandotian into a tight hug, however she quickly shoved you away, turning her head to the side.

“yeah whatever just go- and if you come back, stop in and say hi” She stated, pushing you towards the bad batch. You snickered, waving goodbye as you hooked the sniper on your back, letting it connect to a third magnet you had there, just for this moment. You walked up to Hunter, nodding. “Are you good with that thing?” he asked, however you just shrugged. “I'm good, not great but good.” You stated, taking one last look at Cid before walking out with Hunter.

You made your way back to the Marauder, and quickly you snagged the fresher before anyone else, splashing some water onto your face, giving it a good scrub before drying it off with a stray towel you found. you set it back, and stared at your reflection, dragging your fingers over the markings on your face. You smiled, and walked back out of the fresher, looking over at the clones who were already off doing their own thing on the Marauder while tech set course for Dathomir.

You felt like you still needed some rest, so you made your way over to Hunter, tapping his shoulder to get his attention. When he looked up at you after fiddling with whatever he was working on, you smiled sheepishly. “Sorry to ask but- is it okay if I steal your bunk for a bit longer? I'm still quite tired and… If I'm going to face whatever is on Dathomir, I think I'll need some more rest.” You requested, not expecting Hunter to agree right away.

“Of course, thank you for asking. Go ahead and take my bunk, and if you need anything else just let me know.” He offered to you, and you smiled. “And you.” You replied, turning and walking away from him. You could feel his eyes trained on you still as you walked away, however you didn't pay any mind, and as soon as you reached the bed and got comfortable you were out like a light.

“You can't go!” Merrin shouted, fury in her eyes as green magic surrounded her form. You were standing by a ship that you stole from some unsuspecting travelers, ready to leave this planet for good. You stared at Merrin, shaking your head, noticing Malicos behind her with a smirk spread across his lips. “And you should just come with me Mer! It's not safe here, never has been and never will! And this… whatever he is, he's no good! I don't trust him and neither should you Merrin. If we leave we can find other clans! We can survive together like we always have!” You shouted back.

However Merrin only grew angrier, throwing a blast of magic towards you, which you quickly manipulated into your own magic, making it disappear. “I'm not going to fight you Merrin! Come with me or stay and rot with the pretender. But when he fails you, and you feel isolated, remember you had the chance to come with me and you didn't! Remember that when our sisters were massacred I was the one that kept you safe and made sure you survived!” You shouted, walking up the steps of your new ship, taking one last look at Merrin before you walked further into your ship. However you left the ramp open, just in case she changed her mind…

However when you took off, and Merrin was still standing there you simply sighed, closing the ramp and making your way out of the atmosphere. You had never flown but- there was always one way to learn, and you seemed to get a quick grip on the controls before selecting a random planet on the ships existing database, and you jumped to hyperspace, not looking behind you.

You opened your eyes after another dream, this one not as gory as the others but still equally as sad. You sat up slowly this time, rubbing your eyes before standing up. You fixed some stray strands of hair that fell from how you had it styled, and you made your way out to the cockpit, feeling refreshed and ready to take on your past… you didn't know how long you slept for, but the boys were still busy at work, making small repairs, or doing research.

You took a seat at the back of the cockpit, staring out the window and at the lights of hyperspace, a smile gracing your lips for a moment only for your mind to wander to Merrin… a sigh left your lips, one that was quickly picked up by Omega who was sitting beside you. “Are you okay?” She asked softly, tearing your attention from the window.

You looked down at her and smiled, nodding. “As good as I can be… I left someone behind on Dathomir… another Nightsister like me… I offered her a place with me but- she refused so I left her behind… I'm just wondering if… well… if she's still there… with that price?” You sneered at the last part, and Omega raised an eyebrow. “What prick?” She asked, and you sighed.

“A poser named Malicos. He told us that he was a jedi, and he could help us get revenge on those who killed our sisters but- I refused… Merrin however… she fell into his traps.” You muttered, looking away from Omega. “If I can avoid them… maybe it's all the better. But I have a feeling I'll need to confront her if I'm to rid myself of these nightmares.”

Omega nodded, and rested her hand on your shoulder for a moment before walking away. You heard some beeping coming from the center console and Tech quickly dropped the ship out of hyperspace. And right in front of you was the red planet of Dathomir. You let in a sharp breath, jumping slightly when you felt a warm and firm hand on your shoulder.

You looked up, relaxing when it was Hunter who was by your side. “You've got this. We'll be by your side the whole way.” he said, and you nodded. You entered the planet's atmosphere, flying over old ruins and burnt forests. You pointed out a good place to land and Tech did just that. Once fully landed you grabbed your gear and was the first to step off the ship. You inhaled, the long lost scents of your home filling your nose. You turned to Hunter, watching as the others piled out of the Marauder as well. “ready?” You asked them, staring ahead. “Dathomir’s terrain is dangerous, and some places are most likely blocked so we will have to find new routes to get to the center temple. So follow my lead, step where I step and we will be fine.”

You instructed them all sternly, but they were ready to follow your lead. Your magic felt strong here, and that was both good… and bad… regardless you started leading the way through the burnt forests towards the main temple. There were several different temples all over Dathomir, as well as encampments where your brother tribe lived, and you'd hope to avoid them because you really didn't want to get into a fight.

You and the bad batch walked for what seemed like hours, but was only multiple minutes at best. Tech was scanning the terrain and gathering data on the plants and soil. However when you approached a doorway, you signaled for everyone to stop. You sucked in a deep breath, channeling your magic through the door, hearing a soft click before the large doors opened slowly.

You raised your hand, a purple orb now floating above you, creating a light source that allowed not only you, but the others to see as well as you entered a cave system, one you knew well.

You lead them through, the only things heard being your breathing, or the grunts and coughs of those behind you. Nobody was really talking, and that was probably a good thing. The dead had ears here, and if Merrin was here there was a chance she could wake the dead… if she had Mother Talsins sphere.

A while later, you turned to face Hunter as another door was revealed. “We are getting close, the power of this place is growing stronger, and so are The whispers. Keep your weapons close, and if you see a living, stun, don't shoot. But kill any dead.” You explained, and you could sense the confusion. you sighed and with a swirl of magic you opened one of the beads cocoons, And summoned one of your dead sisters, who looked at you with her jaw slacked open, nothing behind her eyes. “Merrin isn't able to do this unless she has Mother Talsins sphere, and she most likely does, so just keep your eyes open.” You explained, closing your hand into a fist which rendered the dead nightsister into dust, which soon blew away from. The breeze.

You turned back to the door, extending your hand and your magic to open it. This time the door swung open with a bit more force than you intended, and you winced before walking forward. You stared up at the tall pires of the temple, and a sight left your lips. Despite that you continued forward with your newfound friends behind you… that was until-

“I never expected you of all people would come back here. It's been quite a while.” Came The sickly voice of Talon Malicos, who was leaning against the edge of the bridge to your side. How he got there so fast you had no idea, however when you heard the clicks of the batchers' blasters, you gestured for them to lower their weapons. “Malicos.” You sneered, glaring at him. “Why I'm here is none of your business. I suggest you stay out of our way.” You threatened, seeing him raise his hands with a chuckle.

“Please, don't mind me. Carry on with your business. I guess I shouldn't tell Merrin you're here either?” He asked, And Hunter noticed you tense up significantly. Suddenly purple magic lashed out at malicos like chains, and you brought him to his knees in front of you, anger in your eyes as you brought a magic chain to his throat and started to squeeze…

However when you felt a familiar warm hand on your arm, you released those chains, looking at Hunter with a newfound sadness. “Ignore him, let's keep moving.” He whispered to you, and you nodded despite those whispers telling you to end Malicos.

However you didn't, and instead you grabbed his face while he was still down. “Merrin made her choice. And like you, she will stay out of my way.” You spat on his face before letting him go, walking the rest of the bridge until you finally reached the temple, Hunter right beside you, just like he said he would be.

You lead them through the temple, following the whispers the louder they got until you reached what looked like an altar. You knelt down in front of it, grabbing a blade from your thigh as you brought it to the palm of your hand. You brought it up over the bowl on the altar, slicing a small cut in the palm of your hand, allowing your blood to drip into the bowl.

Green and purple magic clashed against each other in an uproar before your purple magic dwarfed the green. You rose back to your feet as two doors opened, one on either side of you. One would lead you to where you needed to go, and one… where your deepest desire lied. A sigh left your lips and you reached out with your hand, feeling with your magic in each door.

Eventually you stepped to the left side, and gestured for Hunter to follow. “Stay close now. No telling what could happen here.” You said softly, watching as they all got a bit closer to you. You lead them down until you reach a room. It was a large open space, one surprisingly unfamiliar to you.

You then turned to Hunter, placing a hand on his shoulder. “The rest I must face alone.” You stated, handing him your sniper rifle, grinning widely. “I'll come back for that.” You added, hearing him chuckle

“You better.” He rebutted. He found it odd however, that he was already caring so much for you. Maybe it was because you saved his family, or maybe it was because you were right. He was the rock that held everything together, and you were the fluid water that moved around him, and yet you fit together…

He watched as you walked away, disappearing down a dark hall. He turned to his brothers, gripping your rifle in his hands. “Best get comfy. This might take a while.”

[kaylaz-world-00]

Anon: Idea! How about Bullfrog being reunited with Reader after he's freed from his execution? Wholesome reunion Q_Q

A/N: I love this one omg Also I'm making this a two part fic, if you don't mind~ It's getting a bit too long lol The next part will be much longer and will have the wholesome reunion I promise. But I'm doing this because I added a bit something~ We are rescuing him. (This part might be a bit cringe I'm so sorry for that.)

Bullfrog x h!reader

Warnings: heavhy spoiler warning, angst, panic attack, guns

Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

"Today also marks the beginning of the hearing of Bullfrog, Dolph Laserhawk's partner in crime. He's currently being held at the MegaCity 1 courthouse—"

The TV remote fell out of your hand. You were just about to change the channel. You didn't like Rayman's show at all, but…

"What the fuck? This has to be a joke." That was the first thing you uttered, your form shaking. Your mind still couldn't perceive the person whose picture you saw on TV.

"Bullfrog..." you muttered. It has to be a joke, r-right? A cruel, sick joke. He can't be caught.

Laserhawk? You heard about that guy before. The fuck Bullfrog been doing with him? Why didn't he tell you anything?!

After weeks of not even hearing from him... he shows up in your TV being announced to be caught?

Your weak legs couldn't be able to carry your weight anymore, you fell on your knees, your hands trying to support your body as you gasp for breath. God, no, please no. This can't be happening. He said he will be fine! The last time you saw him. He PROMISED!! He has to be fine! This has to be some kind of trick!!!

But you knew it wasn't. This time he was caught. You don't know how. But he did. And he is in trouble.

You shook your head, No. It's not gonna end like this. Not on your watch. "H-he needs help." You sniffed, and glared at the screen.

"And he will get one." This time you will be the one to help him out.

You quickly got up and rushed inside your room with a new found hope. You were hiding some guns and weapons that might be useful one day. You can’t know what would happen anytime if you are living with an assassin, right?

A plan forming in your head. Without wasting any time you picked up a bag and stuffed inside of it with weapons that could help you.

You paused, your hand hovered over the guns. You grunted, you don’t want to actually kill anyone. You only loaded your bag with an ax, electric shocks and tranquilizer guns. You shook your head, you never knew what could happen. You pick up the smallest of them all and stuff it in your bag.

You picked up your bag and rushed outside of your house. Let’s visit a court.

You stood outside of the building, observing it. You didn't need to since you were coming here you searched about literally everything about this place. Well, the best things could help you was the place's blueprints and guards routine. You knew they wouldn't let you get inside with your bag that easily. So you are gonna choose a bit more risky way to get in.

You approached the building. You were repeating inside your head to relax. At the entrance, you saw the security guards checking the people and their bags with a device. You reassure yourself that you got this. When it was your turn, you threw a small device you were holding in your palm at the device held by the security. This disabled his device.

"What are you here for?"

"My father have a hearing today. I can't miss it and I don't have much time to lose either. My little sister waiting for me back home." He nodded at that and quickly checked on your bag and your clothes. He nodded for you to walk pass. You thanked him and walked past him. You heaved a sigh. Now you just had to find the room where Bullfrog was being held captive.

You quickly and attentively searched around the court. After walking past a few rooms you find a corridor cleared out of people, and at the end of it two men were guarding a huge door. You stealthily watched them from the sidelines for a while and glared. Good. You found him.

You carefully turned around and glanced. Noone was there. Great. You pulled out your tranquilizer gun and pointed it at them. You hoped the accuracy lessons you've been studying all this time would pay off.

You shot one of them and before the other could react you quickly shot him too. You sighed in relief as both fell on the ground unconscious. You were actually really relieved.

You quickly rushed to their side. Okay, maybe you shouldn't have bothered bringing a gun. You could use their gun to free him right?

You decided to carry both of their bodies inside so as not to attract anyone's attention. You grabbed one of the man's hands and pulled him towards you, embracing him and opening the door with your shoulder and dragging him in. He was so heavy that the moment you stepped inside, you lost your balance and fell face down. The worst part was that you fell on the man you were dragging. When you realized you were face to face with him, you struggled not to yelp and immediately pulled yourself back in disgust. You rubbed your hands on your clothes.

You heard a muffled voice calling your name. Your eyes widen with the familiar accent. You glanced back inside. There he was being imprisoned in a transparent orange box. You jumped to your feet but before you could run up to him you paused and glanced at the mans scattered on the ground.

You stuttered out frustered and pointed a finger up, "Gimme a sec." Bullfrog watched you struggle while you carried both men inside, he was really impressed but that could be said another time. Right now he has other important things to discuss with you.

You dusted your hands and sighed when you were finally able to close the doors.

"Did you kill them?" He doubted you did but if you did his mind would be blown a bit more.

"Nah. They are sleeping. I shoot them with a tranquilizer gun." You showed him your gun with a grin.

He wasn't smiling, yes, he was happy to see you but not like this. "You shouldn't have come."

"And let them make you their little prisoner? You should have known better."

"You don't understand–"

"No, you don't understand. I'm trying to save you here. So, help me will ya? You might by any chance know the password?"

"Non…"

"Guess so… Now, lemme work." You opened your bag and pulled your ax out.

"If you get caught–"

"I will not–"

"If you do, I will never forgive myself."

You rolled your eyes and approached the password, maybe malfunctioning it could help, "And why is that? It was my choice to come to you."

"I don't want you to be here. It's dangerous."

You paused, your heart skipping a beat, "Don't you think I don't know that? I know the risks."

"I am sure you are aware, I'm just merely reminding you how bad it could be to be caught trying to help a 'terrorist' escape."

"I will help you escape no matter what." You growled and raised your ax.

"Don't do anything stupid before thinking–!!"

" 'Do not do anything that you will regret' Is this what you are trying to say?! I'm trying to save your ass here and you are dismissing it?! Just let me help you get out of this place! You saw how I got inside without getting caught! You think I am inept–"

"I will be executed soon." Your eyes widen. "I'm not questioning your skills or looking down on you, you know. I know my time is limited, I don't want to lush away but I don't have any choice. I'm really glad to see you, believe me. I didn't want to die without seeing you one last time. But you shouldn't be here. Go. If they catch you... I... I don't want them to hurt you because of me. Je t'aime—"

You quickly walk in front of him, "No, I don't want to listen to this. What you just said is even more reason for me to help you out! And.I.am.not.going.anywhere.until.you.are.freed. I don't care what they would do to me I would rather die trying to help you. If it meant to save you, I'll do anything. And if you talk nonsense like that again, I'll beat you myself when you get out of here. So, back to that hopeful and positive frog that I love, because this conversation is starting to bore me."

His eyes widened with that. A bittersweet smile forming on his lips and he chuckled weakly. He pressed his hand where yours pressing on the other side. "Je t'aime tellement."

You smile at that. Your grip tightened on your ax. "Now where were we?"

"I believe you were about to rescue me?"

You smirked, "Ah, yes." You walked towards the password and raised your ax, you cut the device in half and the electricity from it spread around. You turned around, expecting to see Bullfrog freed, but he was still imprisoned. You shook your head at this, "Okay that didn't work. We'll try another way."

"You don't have much time, mon amour. Be quick."

You gripped your ax and ran towards him. You swing the ax on it with all your strength, but you could only leave a scratch. You stepped back, out of breath, and immediately reached for your bag. You took out your stun gun and shot it with the highest voltage, but it didn't work. Your worries and fear were growing more and more. You looked at your bag, out of breath. There was nothing else you could use.

Bullfrog watched your despairing form, the little hope that had revived within him vanishing. A sad smile formed on his lips, as he hummed, "You know... I was stunned the moment I saw you carrying that man through the door. I really didn't expected it. I have to say I'm really impressed and proud. And while swinging that ax and shooting that gun… You looked really h—"

You perked up, "Gun! Wait! Wait! What if I use one of the soldier's guns? Would that damage this damn glass?"

He paused, "Uh, Je ne sais pas…"

You quickly went to the men and picked up their guns, "Okay, if this works… you might wanna step a bit aside."

He quickly walked back and pressed his back on the wall with a thumbs up.

You glared and started to shoot the guns towards the glass, nearly emptying the guns. But still no progress. You groaned in frustration. If guns doesn't work either what the fuck do you gonna do.

"What the fuck these things made off?" You scoffed. You throw the guns away.

"Maybe you should start thinking of going back before someone comes in." He hesitantly informed you.

"I said I am not going back and I will not. If I can't save you then… I'll wait the time with you." You sit beside him.

"Don't be like that, you still have a lot to do!"

"Well, none of that will matter if you are not by my side!"

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out of his mouth. He shook his head and sat down. After a few minutes of silence he sighed.

"What if I told you that there might be another way?"

You tiredly chuckled at that, "Uh-huh, Like what?"

"When they take me out of here, I will go to court and from there I will most likely be executed. This is much more dangerous and risky but—"

Your eyes widen, "Then you want me to save you?"

"Oui. You need a good plan and be cautious. And… you need to kill. I'm really sorry for forcing you something like this. But, I'm telling you this again, you don't have to."

You frowned but it quickly turned into a glare, "I will do it." You get up on your feet as he glances up at you. You smiled warmly at him.

"Wait for me."

"I will. Be careful."

You smiled with a new found hope and quickly got back to your bag, gathered your things and opened the door. You paused and glanced back at him. He pressed his hands on the wall with a smile, he shiled his hands around his mouth, huffed on the glass making a steam and drew a heart on it. You couldn't help but smile at that. You wave at him and carried the guards back and press them on the door along with their guns as if they fall asleep and quickly rush out of the corridor. Before you got out of the court you glanced back.

"I'll save you I promise."

[aralezinspace]

Just Admiring

~AO3~ EzioLeo, smutty smut smut

Kinktober prompts: orgasm denial, body worship, back scratching

Kinktober Masterlist

I... kinda went off on this one ?? what can I say, I love them your honor. Enjoy!

“Oh Ezio,” Leo groaned softly, low in his throat, as if he had never seen something so beautiful in his entire life. The Assassin was spread out naked beneath him, hands tucked behind his head to show off the strength of his chest. Leonardo straddled his waist, just barely letting his ass brush against Ezio’s leaking cock. 

The artist was equally bare, his cock twitching every time it whispered across Ezio’s furred belly. Leo carded his fingers through the hair on Ezio’s chest, humming softly to himself as his eyes raked over the man beneath him. 

“Something on your mind, caro?” Ezio asked with a teasing grin. Leo hummed and returned his smile. 

“Just admiring you… And trying to decide how I want to have you.” Ezio shivered and bit his lip. Leonardo chuckled as his fingers slid over Ezio’s chest to tease and worry a pink nipple. Ezio hummed low in his throat, wriggling and sinking further into the bed. 

“So relaxed,” he praised, drawing another shiver from the man beneath him, “Excellent. You’re always so good for me, Ezio. I think…” Leo tapped his lips in false contemplation. “I think I will apply my hands and mouth to every inch of you, tease you until you cry. And then…” He leaned forward to breathe in Ezio’s ear, “Maybe my beautiful boy will be allowed to come. How does that sound, amore mio?” 

Ezio’s only response was a shuddering groan- it all sounded too wonderful for words. Leonardo chuckled again. “I assume that means yes. I’d best get to work.” Leo pressed a quick kiss to his lips, then moved slowly down his neck, stopping to bite at Ezio’s jawbone. He licked over the pink mark his teeth had left and growled, “Delicious.”

Leonardo moved down Ezio’s body, teeth leaving red marks that were soothed by smooth lips. The Assassin squirmed beneath the attention, goosebumps pebbling his skin. Fingers kneaded and squeezed at strong muscles and soft flesh as they roamed further and further down Eizo’s body, so close and yet so far from where he needed them. “So beautiful,” Leo hummed into his chest. “So strong…” 

Ezio whined, his squirming more insistent. Leo sharply bit into a hip bone. “Patience, amore,” he purred. “I’ll give you what you want, once I’ve had my fill of this beautiful body.” Ezio whined again, drawing a huff from Leonardo. 

“So needy,” he teased, nipping lightly at the head of Ezio’s cock. “So gorgeous.” Ezio whined again, his cock throbbing in time with his pulse. “Turn over for me, caro.” 

Ezio scrambled to obey- he flipped over onto his stomach, bracing himself on his forearms and knees, ass in the air, looking expectantly behind him at Leonardo. “Such a good boy,” he praised. Leo curved and tensed his fingers, then dragged his nails down the expanse of Ezio’s back, leaving angry lines of red. The Assassin cried out and threw his head back. “More!” he yelled, “More, please!” 

Leonardo chuckled again, low and gravelly. He dug his nails in again, retracing the furrows he had already left. Ezio howled and clawed at the sheets. “I love the noises you make,” Leo praised as he rubbed his palm over the red lines. Ezio shivered again, trying to rub his cock into the sheets to get some friction. 

Of course, Leonardo didn’t miss this. He quickly cracked his hand down on Ezio’s ass, and the Assassin’s hips jerked up. “I know you can be good for me,” he chided gently, “You want to be good for me, si?” Ezio whined again as Leo massaged his stinging ass. 

“I- I can be good,” he choked, pressing his ass harder into Leo’s hand. 

“Yes,” Leo murmured, “I know you can. You’re so very good. And good boys get what they want… but not right away.” 

Ezio let out a pathetic whimper as Leo began to stretch him with oil-slick fingers, cooing praise the entire time. It was astronomically hard to keep his hips lifted enough so that his cock didn’t rub against the sheets- Ezio wanted so badly to be good. He keened and cried, wriggled his hips to get more friction against Leo’s fingers. Leonardo (the bastard) just chuckled and slowed his hand, the other scratching more welts into his back.

“Nice and open for me,” Leo purred, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down the crease of Ezio’s ass, just to tease him a little more. Ezio whined, loud and desperate, but didn’t push back onto Leo’s cock- instead he held himself still, other than the trembling he couldn’t control. 

With a sigh of ecstasy, Leonardo slowly pushed until he was fully sheathed inside his Assassin, the two breathing in synch as the pleasure washed over them in waves. With a soft groan, he wrapped a hand tight around the base of Ezio’s cock. “Good boys get to come,” Leo rasped in his ear, “But only when Maestro says so.”

Ezio whimpered and clenched involuntarily around Leonardo. The artist grabbed Ezio’s flank with his free hand and picked up a slow but brutal rhythm, pushing Ezio’s cock further into his hand with every thrust. Ezio wailed, watery and desperate, and clawed fingers clenched in the sheets. Leonardo groaned, his head thrown back as he continued to pound into the man beneath him.

All too quickly, Ezio hit his breaking point, but was stopped from falling over the edge by Leo’s clever and cruel hand wrapped around him. “Maestro,” he choked, burying his face in the sheets to muffle his cries. “Maestro, please-” 

Leonardo hummed low in his throat and squeezed, as if contemplating Ezio’s plea. “Not yet, caro,” he ground out, smiling wickedly even though Ezio couldn’t see it. 

The Assassin screamed in frustration, so close to that glorious warmth and yet so far. Leonardo continued his pace, yet now he had angled himself to press into Ezio’s prostate with every thrust. Ezio screamed again, louder and higher at the new onslaught he wasn’t sure he’d survive. “Maestro!” 

“Just a little more- so good for me-” Ezio wailed and cried, the sheets soaked with his tears of pain and ecstasy. 

It took one more thrust for Leonardo to find his release, slamming into Ezio and driving into his prostate. He roared his pleasure and released Ezio’s cock in favor of clawing into his flanks with both hands. “Come for me caro,” he rasped, “Come now-” 

Sobs and cries and wails toppled over each other on their way out of Ezio’s mouth as he rutted hard into Leo’s hand just twice before his orgasm crashed over him.

[rreskk]

Make me

Boohoooooo, I’m copying some fanfics from my Ao3 (WHICH YOU CAN CHECK OUT BY THE WAY~) 

Right here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/RRESKK

TW: Bottom boy Trevor, and implied smut at the end Summary: To all the hotties who’d like to see more of bottom boy Trevy Trev.

He flared his nostrils and breathed in the intoxicating smell of gasoline from his red plastic cup. Trevor lets out a satisfied groan from his throat and leaned against the kitchen counter, hazily watching the News. It was sunset and he had an exhausting day of dealing with business (totally not assassinating anymore of his enemies).

“I found it!” He heard from his bedroom.

“Found what?”

You appeared in the doorway and smirked, raising a visible steel tweezer. “This.”

Lowering his cup, he stood alarmed. “Don’t you go anywhere near me with that fuckin’ weapon.”

“Yeah… But your eyebrows need plucking.”

Trevor shook his head. “My eyebrows are fuckin’ beautiful, leave ‘em alone!”

You squinted your eyes at his dismissive behaviour. You could see his monobrow from here. Where did it even come from? Who knows. You only hope you pick it.

“Come here.”

“No,” He refused. “You drop that fuckin’ thing or I will make you regret it.”

You rolled your eyes and walked closer. Your smile grew wider with every step you saw him took back. Big bad Trevor afraid of some tweezers? Priceless.

“Don’t you FUCKING dare!”

“It’ll be fine if you lowered your voice, sweetie.” You teased with a laugh. It took several minutes to properly hold onto Trevor, managing to reach his shoulder despite his cries of help. Dramatic.

Trevor tried to corner himself in the kitchen and failed TERRIBLY. He lifted his head up, soon feeling your harsh grip around his neck. Suddenly his fears were not existent. He tilted his head and smirked widely.

“Babe… If you wanted to fuck me, just say.” He cooed.

You scoffed. “I’m not fucking you. I’m trying to pluck your goddamn eyebrows.”

Your hand dug deeper on his throat as he slowly dropped to his knees, watching you closely.

“You know, your tattoo should say ‘choke here’ instead of ‘cut here’.”

Trevor licked his lips. “Are you suggesting that we-“

“Oh my God, no Trevor. Just let me fucking pluck your eyebrows!” You protested with frustration, forcibly pushing his head back against the cabinets so he sat stationary.

“Fuck babe,” He choked out, impressed. “You never told me you were a good choker.”

To shut him up, you dived into his eyebrow and yanked out a mismatched hair which led to him yelping.

“Fuck! You sadist!”

“Stop being a baby,” You winked. “Only a few more hairs and we’ll be done.”

Trevor gulped but remained silent. His hand found your wrist, using it for support whenever he can feel the cold steel move closer to his face.

You managed to pluck as much hair as you can, releasing your grip from his neck, “We are done here.” You moved to the sofa and sat down.

“You can relax now.”

With a sly grin, he lifted up your right leg and moved it over his shoulder. His scarred hands began moving up and down your leg, squeezing and rubbing.

“I can’t relax.”

Using your free foot to press against his forehead, you showed no mercy and threw him back. He liked it rough.

“Jesus!” Trevor laughed. “You can’t just do that and expect me to relax?”

“Oh my God, Trevor! Just sit down and chill!”

He looked at you through his eyebrows.

 “Make me…”

The next hour was a blur. You recalled grabbing his neck once again but what did you do? Out of your memory. Was it the adrenaline? Probably. You were tired, maybe you called it a day and forced him to sleep? Well… The position you woke up in says otherwise.

His face was buried in your lower stomach, hands cradling your hips and legs open wide. You were positioned beside him with your leg wrapped around his body keeping him close. You were still fully clothed, but Trevor was stripped naked.

Oh

My

God.

His back was covered in claw marks and his neck, if you looked closely, was smothered with bruises and hand marks. He looked so peaceful sleeping? Like he doesn’t look brutally assaulted.

He unknowingly lifted up his and gazed over to you.

“Remind me to tell you that… You can pluck my eyebrows any damn day you want babe.”