#but here he is! Mr. Slab!

[ethtyn]

[ID: a screenshot of Minecraft chat messages and a screenshot of Etho.

image one:

<Etho> beef...

<VintageBeef> yes?

<Etho> i got stuck in your fountain

<VintageBeef> lol

<Pyro_0> wow beef get it together, health and safety violation!!!

<Etho> i thought there was a drop here

<VintageBeef> nope

<Etho> this place is dangerous

image two: a screenshot of Etho standing in a fountain, looking forlorn and bedraggled.

end description.]

Local pathetic ninja gets stuck in friend’s fountain

[gingersnipe]

I have no idea who etho slab is, but I assume he’s a wet cat of a man who tries his best to play Minecraft and fails miserably.

etho s. lab has been a minecraft youtuber since 2010 and is famed for pioneering many technical achievements in minecraft’s logic-based in-game coding system (redstone) that have become ubiquitous such as the etho hopper clock (which he just calls the hopper clock). many other minecraft youtubers (bdoubleo100 and docm77 to name just two) call him one of the best if not THE best minecraft youtuber out there. he has a reputation for being incredibly deadly in-game due to participating in multiple seasons of a pvp game mode called UltraHardcore (UHC) and making it to the final two or winning several times.

however

minecraft is a game that adds new content regularly and changes game mechanics every now and then, and the pvp system has evolved over time. now my man, my good time boy, mr. etho slab was out of the pvp game for a little while, and jumped back into a series people around here call the “life series” “life smp” “traffic series” or “traffic smp”, named after the life system implemented on this minecraft server. basically, you have a limited number of lives which is denoted by the color of your in-game name (green, yellow, and red). the current iteration of this series is called limited life because the players have a limited amount of time to be “alive”. you gain time by killing others, and you lose time if you die.

etho has not been doing well in this game. he has died so many times. he died so many times in the most recent session that he claimed “audio corruption issues” and didn’t upload his perspective. he is also roleplaying being a somewhat absent father to his in-game children (other players in the game) and has been told by his in-game ex-wife he isn’t even succeeding at that. a running bit that he stated himself is that he’s “washed up” and the fandom has taken that and sprinted with it.

and that’s not even mentioning the 1v1 pvp with geminitay (aka geminislay) where he killed her i think twice and she killed him 28 times. or the fact that he plays without a mousepad. or the audio capture setup that baffles everyone.

he’s our favorite guy, he is actually incredibly good at minecraft, but right now he’s a bit washed up. pathetic wet cat so true so correct

[wysteria-clad]

Strawberry kisses - a drabble

paring: Benedict x wife! reader

warnings: none. domestic fluff, cheesy af

requested by @claudiajacobs

"hiii could I have a benedict+baking together drabble, please?? thank you 💕"

a/n: I hope you like this one, lovely 💗

gif credit: @vengerb3rg

You stretched your arm to reach the top shelf. You loved baking, you shooed the cook and the kitchen staff out of the kitchen, wanting to bake for your husband with your own hands.

Why does the sugar had to be on that shelf again?

But you were determined, you balanced yourself on your toes, one hand holding on to the kitchen slab. Too engrossed, you didn't notice your sneaky husband approaching you from behind with a cheeky grin.

Here you are, he was looking for you everywhere.

A short gasp escaped your lips when he slid his arms around your waist. The short moment of confusion melted away after your recognised his familiar touch and scent—cinnamon with a hint of tobacco.

"Ben!" you smiled as he pulled you against his chest and kissing the side of your neck.

"Need a hand, love?" before you could open your mouth, he moved your hands from your neck and waist. Firmly holding you by your waist, he lifted you up, easily leveling you with the shelf you needed sugar from.

You grabbed the sugar jar and placed it next to the bowl of fresh strawberries.

He leaned forward pressing you against a wall, his brilliant blue eyes peering yours— a lovely shade of calming blue, your fingers move to touch his cheek, as if in instinct. He memorized all the tiny details in your face once again, your little scars from accidental tiny cuts, blemishes, that tiny mole near your left eyebrow decorating your face like constellations of stars. The pad of your thumb softy and gently caressing under his eye.

He looked at you like you were the most precious thing in his whole life, as if you were walking embodiment of early morning sunrays. In his eyes, you were, you are.

You knew that look very well. His skilled, hand carefully made way up to rest on neck, his artistic fingers padded along the soft skin of your collar bone.

Art. You are an art.

You leaned closer, your lips hovering over his mouth, so close, just a silk thread gap. He closed his eyes, swallowing and his adam's apple bobbed in anticipation. You smirked, a teasing glint shimmering in your eyes. At the last moment, you turned your head to place a sloppy kiss on his cheek instead and pulled away from him with a wide grin.

An amused look befell on his face. "My wife is a cruel, cruel, mistress" he looked at you feigning hurt, reaching out to pull you back in his arms again and he did. He proceed to pepper all over your face with kisses—so light and feathery.

You closed your eyes bursting into a fit of giggle. He smiled to himself at that lovely sound reverberating from your body. He then kissed your jaw, jawline and under your jaw. "The staff will look, Ben!" you playfully chide him and shyly shaking your head slightly.

"Let them watch" he peered at you gently. "I will let the whole world witness how much I adore my beautiful wife"

"You are so...."

"Charming? Enchanting, perhaps?"

"Oh, you!" you shook your head, leaping up and capturing your husband's lips with yours fervently.

Your barefoot swayed slightly as he kissed you back with same glowing passion, his arms firm on your waist. You pulled back after few moments to get back to your original plan. "Now, now Mr. Bridgerton, i must get back to bake cupcakes" you said smiling at him and placing a strawberry in your mouth to take a bite.

"Oh, I love strawberries" he confessed, cupping your face and leaning closer and bit the half strawberry from your lips, wiping the juice off your chin and sucking his thumb.

Your face flushed and you bit your lip. "My God, Ben! I will never get the work done with you". You began to grab his shoulders and push him out of the kitchen in a 'shoo' motion.

"I will behave properly and i will not distract you, i assure you"

"Liar" you chuckled, shaking your head playfully at him. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Anything you want, my sweet wife" he smiled at you innocently.

You knew the look on his face was anything but innocence.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#323

“Tollinson, get over here.  Get in the passenger side now….  Shut up.  You ain’t waiting for anyone else; you are waiting for me.  I’m the one who responded to your ad.  Now get in….

“What? You looked shocked.  Can’t imagine your math teacher on one of your hook-up apps?  Well, here I am.  For the past three years you have been drooling over me in my front row.  Don’t think I didn’t notice it.  Some of you fag boys are so fucking obvious.

“Now that you graduated and turned 18 last week, I finally get to respond.  Drooling over my bulge in class wasn’t the only thing I noticed about you.  I know you frequent the bathrooms on the football field.  I know you saw my dick at that one game when you followed me in and took the other urinal.  I saw your head turn slightly to check me out.  I’m 6’5”, you are what 5’7”?  It was easy to see what you were doing. 

“After you saw my dick, I know you went into the stall to give it a tug.  I know, because I saw you come out five minutes later with a wet spot in your trousers.

“I hope you like cigars.  If not, I don’t give a shit.  I always have one going when I drive, and when I’m at home.  It turns me on.

“Did you lust after any other teachers?...  Or was it just me?...  No?  Not even Mr. Lange in Chemistry?  I know for a fact his dick is big, not as big as mine.  Then again I haven’t found the man whose dick is.  You probably enjoyed gym class with Coach Thomas, strutting around the locker room naked hoping that he would catch a glimpse of you showing off your ass.

“Of course you did that.  You are a fucking fag teenager with raging hormones.  Your profile confirmed to me what I always suspected, that you like the older men.  Am I right?...

“It’s no longer ‘Mr. Clark;’ it’s ‘SIR.’ 

“How many men have you been with?...  Answer me boy!...  This is going to go smoother if you don’t hide things.  I don’t give a shit if you have never been with a man before or if you regularly get gangbanged behind the local biker bar.  I just want to know what I am dealing with.  How many men?...  None?...  That’s hard to believe.  Your dad ever touch you like that?...  Your brother?...  Uncle?...  Cousin?...  Priest?...  Mailman?  What about playing with other boys?...  Good, so you do have some experience.  What did you do?...  Handjobs?...  Blowjobs?...  Did he suck you, you suck him, both did each other?...  So you are naturally a cocksucker.  What was his name?...  Again. What. Was. His. Name.?...  Really?  Interesting, I wouldn’t have expected.  Did he cornhole you?...  Good lord!  Do I have to explain everything?  Did he stick his cock in your asshole?...  No?  Anybody ever fuck you?...  So you are a virgin back there?  That’s going to be changing pretty soon.

“You don’t have much experience, how the hell did you write that profile?...  You read it on the internet and watched videos?...  Shit!  Seriously.  That’s a lot more than I had for me.  In the Army another soldier and I messed around a few times.  Then he introduced me to a bunch of his friends.  It was all underground.  If I had drooled over one of my teachers like you did me, I would have been taken behind the school and beat up.  Things have changed indeed.

“Here’s my house.  When the garage door closes in a few seconds,... I want you to get out of the truck and stand by the door.  Take just your dick and balls out, then look down at the cement floor....

“...Your pecker is rock hard.  My dick will take some time to get going. Remember this slab of meat?  Look at it.  This is the exact same pose as when you saw it at the urinals.  Huge isn’t it.  Your pecker is rock hard, and it doesn’t even come close to mine semi-hard.  Reach over to it.  Take a hold of it in your hands.  Go for it.

“That’s a real man you are holding on to.  Hold on to my balls too.  Those balls are what really give me my bulge.  When you are with a man, not another boy, you need to focus on what the man wants.  His cock should always be your focus.  Whether you are casually stroking him, or taking him in your throat, or up your ass, you make sure that you put his pleasure above everything else.  You should never touch your pecker unless he says so.  Leave it alone.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and look at it up close.  You are going to spend a lot of time with it controlling every part of you.  Feel how hard it’s becoming?  See that pre-cum starting to leak out?  Go ahead and taste it.  It’s going to have an awkward taste, but you will learn to love it.  You swallow the other boys’ loads?  No?  Bitch, my load will go wherever I want it to go: down your stomach, deep in your ass, or all over your face.  You never refuse a man’s load.

“Stand up and strip.  I want to see what I get to play with….  Don’t get shy on me, now.  We are going to be naked soon with my cock going in your ass.  No time for shy.  I’ve already seen your tiny pecker, nothing else to be shy about.  There you go. 

“You are going to be spending a lot of time over here with me.  You are going to be naked any moment you are in my house.  When Lange and Thomas come over to hang, you will be naked around them.  Oh yeah, they are going to know that you are my fag boy.  Don’t worry their own fag boys will be naked alongside them.  Yeah, they both are like me.  We like young men.  The thing is that we don’t do current students or anyone under 18.  We don’t need those problems fucking up what we have.  They are going to shit once I have you parading around naked.

“Boy, don’t know what you are embarrassed about.  Decent body.  It’s clear you don’t work out, but that’s ok.  I do enough of it for both of us.  This is all mostly muscle under these shirts.  It’s nothing for me to pick you up like this and throw you over my shoulder….  Quit fidgeting.  We are going into my bedroom, I’m going to take what is mine, that cherry.  No, this is not up for discussion. 

“Hold on.  Duck your head a little.  A few steps and… you are going to be so easy to toss around.  Now I want you to witness what you have jerked off to for so many years, me getting undressed.  As you sat in your desk looking up at me, when you were staring at my crotch, I knew you were wondering what I was like under my clothes.  Well I’m a 52 year old math teacher.  You would expect me to be chunky with a huge ball sack.  But I’m not.  I work out for an hour twice a day every day with three hours on the weekend.

“Look at me.  Look at this chest.  I spend a lot of time to get my chest built out.  I’m going to be plowing you in just a moment.  You are going to be overwhelmed, but I want you to focus on me and my pleasure.  Run your hands all over my chest, through the hair, and focus on my nipples.  My tits are wired to my cock.  You roll my nipples through your fingers applying a small amount of pressure and you will get my dick going, and it won’t take long.

“You know what this is?  This is lube.  I’m going to put more than I usually do because you have never had a cock up there, you are on the small side, and my cock is fucking huge….  It’s cold isn’t it?  Slippery too.  Feel that?  That’s my finger going in deep.  Feels strange hunh?  Wait ‘till my cock gets buried deep in there.  I’m just checking how clean you are.  And it appears that you are.  Open up your mouth.  Clean off my finger.  No. No.  Your mouth is a great hole to clean off whatever comes out of the other end.

“If you repulsed about this, wait until you eat my ass.  Heh heh.  Yes, your tongue will not only lick my sweaty ass crack, but it will go inside.  Trust me you will love it.

“Ok scoot backwards and raise your legs.  Give me that pillow.  This will keep your ass at the right height.  Now place your ankles on my shoulders.  This angle gives my dick the best thrust.  It also allows you to open your hole up.  The following is the most important advice I can give you.  Push your asshole out, as if you are going to take a shit.  It will lessen the pain in your hole.  This is going to be painful, and it needs to be.  There is a fine line between intense pain and ecstatic pleasure.  There will be a point where it shifts from one to the other.  I can feel that change happen to you by how your hole surrenders to my cock. 

“In your head, you will start to realize just how much pleasure you can get out of it.  It is at that time that for the rest of your life, you will yearn for a cock in here.  A real man’s cock.  I have never had a boy who didn’t crave my cock once we were over.

“Feel my heavy cock at your hole.  You ready?  I don’t care if you’re not.

“Scream fag, scream!  No shit you are a virgin!  Push out.  I know it’s uncomfortable with your knees by your ears, but man does this position feel so good.  I can feel your inner sphincter open up.  The way that it is massaging my cock head, boy, I am not going to last long.  Play with my tits like I told you.  A little bit harder. 

“Fuck yeah fag.  Fuck yeah!  You ready to get your guts flooded?  Stop pushing out and clamp down.  Oh yeah.  Fuck.  Here it comes.  Here it comes.  Fuuuuuckkkk!  Uhhhh!  Uh!

“Fuck fag.  That was intense.  Don’t move a fucking inch.  I’m going to let your legs go, but keep them up in the air until my cock falls out of your cunt. 

“Oh yeah, it’s now a cunt.  Cunts are holes thaT men use and abuse for release.  You better believe that I am going to be using this hole regularly.  This cunt belongs to me.  That by default makes you a cunt too.  You belong to me now.

“Let me put my cigar down.  You ever get kissed by a man?  Not a peck, but tongue action?...  You’ll get used to the cigar taste….  You’ll crave it. 

“…Wow.  I’m going to fall asleep for a nap with my cock in my new cunt.  Try to keep it inside you as long as you can.  Enjoy how everything is tingling at the moment.  While I am asleep, think about after these past years how your fantasies finally came true.  I know I’ve been waiting for this too.  Shhh shh.  Time to sleep.”

[bartxnhood]

fear | p.p

gif not mine

| tasm!peter x fem!reader

summary: in which a tragic accident leaves you dangling over a great height, but youre more worried about the little boy you babysit.

warnings: blood, cussing, heights.

authors note: hi my loves, welcome to my 500 follower celebration ! this will be re-writing some of my favorite fics i’ve written and revamping them. i hope you enjoy this <3 feedback is appreciated.

you can read the original fic here. fear; original writing.

requests open

not proofread

Copyright © 2022 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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fear encapsulated your body.

that was the only thing you could think of at that very moment.

well, the horror of being up so high was also rubbing in your mind but that wasn’t the point.

you were dangling over the vast ocean, hands hanging onto the bridge above you. an accident on the bridge between your boyfriend, peter- well, spiderman and what or whoever he was fighting this time. had led to your body being thrown over the side of the bridge, catching a piece of metal. not only did you worry about yourself falling, but also the little boy you had been babysitting.

you had pushed him on a ledge that seemed to be pretty sturdy. his frantic cries only broke your heart. “listen to me, you’ll be fine. okay? spiderman will be back to save both of us. it’ll be okay, nathan.” you tried to assure the boy, even if you were about to plummet to your death. but you were determined to get him to safety. “yes, y/n” he spoke through his tears, trying to be as still as possible.

“good job nathan!” you cheered for the boy as he made a goal while playing soccer against peter. “i won!” the brunette boy cheered, running over to you. “good job, nate!” you grinned, picking him up. peter heading over to the two of you, with his hands resting on his hips. “you know one of these days i’m gonna get too old to play goalie” he said, which earned him an eye-roll from you. “whatever you say hotshot” you laughed. “how about some ice cream for the winner?” your ticked his sides softly, nathan giggled “yes please!”.

the ledge you had nathan on began falling, and so did you. “no!” peter yelled, shooting two webs to catch you and the little boy, “i got you!” he assured the both of you. peter was wedged by pieces of metal and concrete, keeping himself up by his foot in between two slabs. he barely had a grip on you. your heart was racing a million miles per minute, you stared down at the long drop straight into the water. the fall alone could kill you, but you looked to your left seeing the little boy screaming and crying in fear. “nathan. hey, hey, hey.” your tried getting his attention. his brown eyes met with yours. “mr. spiderman will get you out of this, okay? just breathe” you tried smiling, and he nodded. “yes” he answered, sniffling. “okay, little man. i’m gonna swing you up to me, alright?” nathan nodded, closing his eyes. peter used his web to swing the boy, once he got enough momentum he threw the boy in the air.

a screech left nathan’s mouth, squeezing his eyes tightened until peter caught him. “i gotcha” he whispered, holding the child by his torso. “i’m gonna put you right here, and you’ll be safe” the older one place nathan on a concrete ledge, where he could sit up. now, peters worry was on you. he was trying to figure out how to get you to safety. with the bridge collapsing, he was running out of places to put you.

“y/n. honey, i just need you to hold on a little bit longer, okay? i gotta try pulling you up. just try to keep a hold on the web.” his voice was shaky, each word was followed by a voice crack. not once had you seen peter this terrified. usually, he was good about having issues like these under control. but now? he was a mess. just knowing how quickly he could lose you.

and so, peter began pulling you up slowly by the webbing. an inch at a time, the last thing he needed was for the web to snap. “okay, i got you. i’m gonna get you out of here” he assured, holding your hand tightly. you could see blood spilling from his suit, you wished you could’ve seen his face.

a sudden creak was heard and suddenly nathan was falling at a high speed towards the water.

“shit, shit, shit!” you yelled, eyes wide watching the little boy fall. “i got you!” peter hollered, shooting his web. letting it catch nathan’s puffer jacket. a wave of relief washed over both you and peter. but now, he was stuck. he had nowhere to put you or nathan without risking the chance of either of you falling.

with your anxiety levels rising, your hands started to sweat. finding it harder to keep a firm grip on peters spandex suit. and so, you began slipping.

“peter!” you screamed, shutting your eyes he was quick to grab your wrist and catch you before you went tumbling down. “it’s okay. i got you. i’m gonna get you guys out of here” his voice trembling, trying to keep himself calm.

you looked over, nathan still hanging on by the web, and tears flooded his eyes. you knew how scared he was, just like you. if not, worse. your eyes flicked down at the water. you’ve always hated heights, it’s been your biggest fear. your stomach churned. looking back to nathan, you chewed on your lip. the closest ledge was next to him but peter would have to let you go before he could get the boy closer. it was only then you came to the realization you had to sacrifice yourself.

after all, nathan was just a little boy who had his entire future ahead of him. if this was any other situation, you’d fight it out but for nathan, the child you had babysat since he was born; you knew your fate. “peter, you have to do something” your eyes looking at his mask.

“i know..i just have…i just need to get you over on the platform and if i can lower him a little bit..i…can..” panic began settling in. and he couldn’t think straight. the weight on his leg was getting unbearable. he couldn’t focus.

“peter”

“no, y/n. i have to get you two over there..i just..i have..to lower him” he continued, he was determined to save the both of you. this was the last thing he ever wanted to experience. you were his world, you did everything together. he knew that if he lost you, he’d lose himself too. you were the only thing keeping him sane. “no, you can’t lower him. he’ll fall.” you shook your head, the bridge began creaking again, and the sudden movement made you slip again.

“shit” you mumbled, you looked to nathan. tears falling faster and hiccups following after he cried your name so many times. he did nothing to deserve that, he was just a little boy who wanted to go to the park and play soccer with you. you knew what you were getting yourself into the moment you found out your boyfriend was spider-man. you knew what the consequences were, and nathan did not need to suffer them. “nate. look at me, honey” your voice was as calm as ever, “take some deep breathes. i promise you, you will make it out of here. it will be okay” nathan nodded, following your instructions.

the fear left your body in a moment of seconds, he couldn’t save you both. it was impossible at this rate.

“peter..” you stared, taking a shaky breath, “you need to let me go” his head whipped around looking at you.

you could almost see his expression change under that mask. “what? no. no, i’m not letting you go. i can fix this” he began shaking his head. “no, y/n” he frowned.

“peter.” you demanded, nathan was losing his grip on the web and so was peter. he didn’t have much time till they all fell in the ocean filled with rocks, a few stories below them. “i won’t, y/n. i’m not going to” he pleaded, he couldn’t lose you. not like this. “we’re going to get you out of this, y/n. it’ll be okay”

you shook your head, “you don’t have time, peter. nathan did nothing to deserve this. please. let me go” you practically begged him to let you die. “no. i’m not going to lose you. i’m not letting you die. you don’t deserve it either”

“help him” you sniffled. “i cant, i have to get you out of this!” he insisted.

“peter, he’s just a boy.” you continued. “i can fix this!” he ordered. “save him, then save me. please? he’s just a boy. and he loves you, and so do i.” tears fell from your bloodshot eyes, pleading to your boyfriend

“i..” he looked away, crying into his shoulder. this was all his fault.

“peter. it’ll be okay, this isn’t your fault.” you assured him, holding onto his suit tightly. “you’ll be okay, spider-man” you smiled through your tears. “look at me, please” you cried, he turned his head to yours waiting for what you had to say. “everything will be okay, just promise me you’ll live on and do great things. you give people hope. and you’ll give nathan hope” you assured.

“now let me go, please” you asked him again, his grip around you only tightened. you closed your eyes, accepting that death was only moments away.

you began to pry his hand away from you so he could save nathan.

“i love you, peter parker.”

you ripped his hand from your wrist and began plummeting down. the wind in your hair, closing your eyes picturing the three of you at the park. the water hit you like concrete, and everything went black.

as you fell, you could hear the cries from the child. “no, y/n!” nathan cried, screaming your name at the top of his lungs. peter was quick to use his other hand to hoist himself up on the railing and save the little one before his web snapped. “okay, nathan. these nice people will get you to safety. i’m going to go find y/n” he assured, getting the boy on a safe part of the bridge to let paramedics take care of him.

peter was quick to fall in after you and retrieve your body, despite the harsh impact, he knew he was strong enough to find you. with no luck, he returned to the surface and ripped his mask off. “shit!” he yelled and went back under. so many thoughts running in his mind while searching for you. but soon it went away

his worst nightmare just came to life as found your body floating lifelessly. he grabbed your body, taking you to shore. he put you against the sand, pushing hair from your face. frantically he did a few rounds of cpr and tried getting air back into your lungs. “y/n?” he breathed. he tried shaking you again, searching for any sign of life. “cmon y/n…open your eyes. look at me..” he cried, his breath hitched, covering his mouth. this was never supposed to happen.“no, y/n please. come back to me, love” he bent down to rest his head on top of yours. “i love you, y/n. i’m sorry.”

[djarinsidebitch]

What Happens at Girl's Night Stays at Girl's Night {b.f/n.t/s.o}

pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace/Samantha 'Cosmo' Ortiz. Past!Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace/Samantha 'Cosmo' Ortiz. kinda insinuated future!Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw/Samantha 'Cosmo' Ortiz

[a/n] alright, this was supposed to go up yesterday but I had such a bad migraine that the idea of looking at a screen was death. I have come to the conclusion that I am going to just post both versions. This is the OC version since I have to go through and reformat some sentences to make it more accessible for everyone.

That being said the oc in here is Samantha "Cosmo" Ortiz, she is a top gun graduate and actual stealth pilot. She grew up with a single dad, who is a USMC vet, in the Bronx after her mother decided that being a mom wasn't for her. She got her callsign from punching another aviator so hard they knocked out, or "saw stars" and the callsign cosmo was born. It's not really mentioned until the very end but she has been friends with Rooster for years, and both act much closer than friends but refuse to do anything about it citing that they are "just friends" and just close..... some real idiots to lovers going on.

I am pretty sure that is all that you really need to know for this, the reader version should be out soon if you don't want to have to change the details in your mind. Love ya'll- Ani&lt;3

p.s- i added in the headcanon that rhett abbot was bob's older brother(so he would be Rhett Floyd) and that they had matching tattoos, no I will not explain myself

Warnings: Minors fuck off- I will end you 18+ only I don't know how to write a threesome, dirty talk, oral (f&m receiving) unprotected p in v sex (this is fiction wrap it before you tap it) kinda ooc in some parts, dirty talk, face sitting, I said bob fucks and ran with it. Not beta-ed we die like real men here

“Girl's Night” is something that Cosmo and phoenix had along with any other female pilots when they needed a break from the never-ending pissing contest that is the navy. After the uranium mission, there was an exception to the “no boys allowed at girls' night” and that exception was none other than Robert “Bob” Floyd, the soft-spoken southern sweetheart. He was quickly taken in by the duo as an honorary member of “The Girls” and whenever they had a tough week the three would go to a bar (that wasn’t the hard deck- they wanted to get away from the navy) and just have a good time. Phoenix and Cosmo learned that after a few drinks Mr. Stealth pilot turned into a completely different person. His southern accent is much more present, he suddenly is a dancer pulling the two onto the dance floor and he talks much, MUCH, more. Talking about growing up on his family’s ranch, his dipshit older brother that rides bulls. It was a completely different part of bob that neither of them has known about, they also found out he knew how to line dance, Phoenix and Bob were naturals while Cosmo, who grew up in the Bronx was just trying not to fall on her ass. 

The two women weren’t better than bob sobriety-wise, Cosmo has had one too many margaritas and she felt like she was floating, not just from the alcohol but from being around two of the people she loves the most. Cosmo and Phoenix had a long history, they were in the academy and top gun at the same time, always vying for first place they had a playful relationship. They would never tell anyone (with exceptions) that they had a sort of… friends with benefits situation for years, after being around navy men for so long you know how much of animals they were, they would sleep with a girl and all you heard the next day was them talking about it- rating how good they were, comparing them to other women, treating them like slabs of meat- it was disgusting. But you still need to burn off steam even as a woman, maybe even more for the amount of bullshit the men put you through. 

Moonlight peaked through the blinds of the empty room, cutting through the silence of the night were hushed moans and harsh pants of breath. Natasha laid against the cheap basic issue sheets body covered in sweat and her hair was undone cascading across the pillow. One hand was gripping the pillow behind her while the other was entangled in Samantha’s light brown hair. Sam was settled between Natasha’s thighs, her hands having to hold her legs apart as her hips jump at every movement of Sam’s mouth against her pussy. They had Bering going at it for a while- the shine on sams mouth was testimony to that, she could spend the rest of her life between her legs hearing Natasha whine and try so hard to be quiet. 

Speaking of being quiet Samantha moved to suck on her clit making Natasha almost scream out in pleasure as she came who knows how many times now. She brought her hand up to bite down on it to muffle herself 

“Aw sweetheart, you gotta stay quiet- your noises are for me- not them” Samantha rasps removing her fingers from Natasha’s wearing hole causing her to whimper. Sam started trailing kisses up from her inner thighs, up Natasha’s stomach and sternum stopping to suckle on her breasts leaving light bites and bruises. The continuing up to Natasha’s lips, the kiss was messy, Natasha moaned tasting herself on Samantha’s lips. She wanted to return the favor but her body felt like a million tons- her bones absolute jello. 

Samantha knew that and was completely fine- she got off just as much as Nat watching her squirm and lost in pleasure. Natasha tried to move and roll her over but Sam stopped her 

“Hey hey hey, it’s ok- just rest” she softly caressed her cheeks as she looked confused “but-“ “I’m fine sweetheart- next time” she kissed her cheek and stood up grabbing a towel to clean up before finding her clothes and sneak back to her room. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow starshine,” Natasha said- her brain finally catching up

“‘Course firebird” Sam winks, fully dressed while slowly opening up the door to sneak out before early patrol catches her. 

It was almost the last call when the trio decided to leave, they all went to bob’s house, he was the only one with off-base housing that was closest to the bar they were at. None of them could drive so one cramped and overpriced Uber the three stumbled to bob’s front door Cosmo almost ate shit on a small step to his porch but caught herself, but that didn’t stop phoenix from wrapping her arms around her muttering- more like slurring something about not letting her pretty little ass fall, to which bob without looking back while trying to unlock his door with little success “there is nothing little about that ass- it is gorgeous” he finally unlocks the door and leans against it to open the door, almost falling himself before turning and making sure the two get in- not missing the large blush that was spread over the two girls face- especially cosmo she was beat red. Bob closes the door after they get in and locks it before walking around the back of the couch that separated the entryway to the living room. Both girls were laying on the couch, cosmo was laying on top of Phoenix as she traced circles on her hips, bob walked over and laid on top of them resting his head right below cosmos' breasts his forehead pressing against the bottom of them pushing them up and teetering on the brink of spilling out of the bra and tight white shirt that she had worn. Phoenix moved her hand to card through bobs messy hair, slightly tugging at the strands as she hits knots. Her hand gets caught on a particularly large one as she tugs he lets out a groan his hands coming up to grip Natasha’s hips and waist his hips moved on their own accord grinding down against Samantha’s plush thighs that had been squeezed into the jeans that she had on. 

The air shifted and Bob looks up at the two women all three had the same fire lit in their eyes 

“Do it again” he all but growls against Samantha’s breasts as Natasha pulls at his hair- more deliberately and he groans again moving to bury his head in Sam’s breasts. Natasha shifts up to slide out from under Sam moving to kneel on the ground next to bob and Cosmo. 

“That was really hot,” Cosmo says grinding her hips against bob. 

“Yeah- who knew Bobby was like this” phoenix tried to tease- but Bob wasn’t having it, he popped his head up Turing to the side a hand shot out pulling Phoenix’s lips to his effectively shutting her up. She moaned into the kiss as he shifted off of Cosmo following Phoenix onto the floor, their lips barely parting enough to get air. 

Natasha grabbed his glasses pulling them off his face and throwing them to the side, both on their knees Nat grabbed onto his hips pulling his body as close as possible, her breasts squished against his toned chest. Bob’s hands roamed under her shirt pushing it up higher over her breast and she helped pull her arms out of the sleeves before disconnecting their lips to toss her shirt off. Bob took that time to reach behind him grabbing onto the back of his shirt and pulling it off in one go. He never worked out without a shirt off or when they played dogfight football-which is a disgrace as he was beautiful, nicely toned but not so over the top ripped like some of the other men, but what was the most surprising was the tattoo that sat on his peck, it was a silhouette of a man riding a bull. Natasha reached behind her to unclip her bra letting it fall to the growing pile of clothes, Bob pulled her back in, this time kissing down the collum of her throat lighting biting her at the conjunction of her neck and shoulder, then moving down to her chest, one hand coming up to knead the tender breast while he takes the other into his mouth. 

While the two of them were making out Cosmo got to watch the show, she had one hand down the front of her jeans rubbing herself through the cotton of her panties. She let out a whimper that made Natasha look over and hold her hand out “get your pretty ass over here” that’s all it took for Samantha to slide onto the floor to crawl over to the duo, her breasts still almost falling out of her top. Natasha tugs at her shirt as a sign to pull it off, Samantha obliges crossing her arms over her front grabbing at the ends of the shirt, and pulling it off, truly showcasing her large breasts, cosmo would say they were a blessing and a curse- sports bra’s were her best friend and main defense against both men and the forces of gravity when it came to her breasts. Natasha tries to say something but is cut off by her loud moan as bob lightly bites down on her nipple. He lets the boob out of his mouth with a pop before looking at the art that is in front of him, his best friends the most gorgeous women on the face of this earth, is absolutely in shambles already….. and they barely have gotten started. Bob moves to give Samantha some attention his hands roaming all over her body, starting at her waist, moving down over her hips, and getting to her ass he takes what can be described as a handful of it, giving it a squeeze before slapping it, making Samantha jump at the action letting out a whine. He reaches behind her with one hand disconnecting her bra and pulling it off before throwing it to the side, he starts doing a similar thing to cosmo that he did to Phoenix fondling one of her breasts while he bites and sucks on the other, with his free hand he slides his hand to the top of Natasha’s pants, undoing them he slides his hand

undoing them he slides his hand down the front moaning against Samantha when his slightly calloused fingers came in contact with Natasha’s slick folds, he pulls back looking at the two of them once again “I've gone died and this is heaven” he croaks out.

Samantha laughs, it was light and airy as she runs her hands down his chest trailing wet kisses as she goes. Her hands made quick work of his belt and jeans yanking them down as far as she could as bob continues his motions with his other hand, his thumb rubbing against Natasha’s clit while his middle finger pushes into her weeping hole. She shudders, leaning back to pull her pants and underwear off then leaning back on her elbows.

Cosmo continued her wet kisses over his hip bones leaving some dark hickeys as a reminder, then starts to mouth his cock through his underwear causing his breath to hitch. He looks down at Cosmo who is resting on her elbows and knees, ass up in the air as she teases him.

“Gah-Please” he all but whimpers bucking his hips against her mouth. He slipped another finger into Natasha’s pussy pumping in and out aiming for the spongey spot, he knows he found it when her back arched and moans

“Is that it-“ he keeps aiming for the same movement and she nods, her eyes screwed shut as she reaches her first climax of the night. “Yeah it is sweetness, oh fu-“ He was so focused on Natasha that he didn’t even notice Cosmo pulling down his briefs until he feels her take the bulbous head of his dick into her mouth sucking on just the tip before taking it out and licking up the shaft pressing her tongue flat against the vein that runs up his dick. Once she gets back to the tip she takes him back into her mouth, this time sinking as far as she could; he was bigger than anyone she had been with, both fairly long and girth as all hell, her jaw ached as it stretched around him. Before she could try and use her free hand to wrap around what hadn’t fit he bucks up into her mouth making her gag.

“Fuck- she sucks dick so well” Natasha moans at the sight of her closets friend sucking her other friend off

“That she does- shit-“ Bob digs his hand into Samantha’s hair before starting to move her head up and down his cock.

Tears well in Samantha’s eyes as she focuses on sucking him off as he controls the pace, Her free hand comes up to massage his balls.

He feels himself start to get close then pulls cosmo off of his dick making her whimper, he shuts her up quickly “No no honey, if I am cuming it's in one of your pussies, got it-“ the fire behind his eyes has both of them nodding. “Good” Bob pulls off his pants along with cosmo, who was absolutely soaked, he could see the glistening on the inside of her thighs. He got an idea and tapped Natasha’s leg pulling his hand away from her

“Com’ere, I want you to sit on my face” Natasha almost came just from his words, he lays back on the floor as Natasha moves to put her thighs on either side of his face, she was facing Samantha, reaching out for her, she grabs the sides of Samanthas face pulling her into a messy kiss moaning into her mouth as bob pulls her against his mouth licking up and down Natasha's cunt circling her clit before thrusting his tongue back into her core. Samantha and Natasha continue to make out while sam grinds her bare cunt against bob’s dick, her juices mixing with the precum that leaked out of the head of his dick, Bob's groans are muffled and the sounds coming from all three of them are truly lewd, the slick sounds of Samantha and bob, and the whimpers and screams of pleasure muffled from Natasha as she starts to feel the knot start to tighten in her lower stomach. Sam pulled away from Nat letting Natasha’s noises echo in the room.

Cosmo finally takes bobs dick in her hand now slick and lines it up with her entrance. She starts to lower herself down and lets out an almost pornographic moan at the stretch, she had to pause letting herself get used to just how big he was. She soon sunk down farther, rolling her hips down until she sat flush against him. Bob grunts out still licking and sucking on Natasha's clit, one hand gripping onto her thigh and the other returning to thrusting into her. Her moans grow higher in pitch and more frequent as she reaches her peak. Sam starts rolling her hips her breaths were short like they were being pushed out of her chest every time she sunk back onto his cock, it felt like he was in her stomach.

As Natasha starts to come down from her second orgasm, her legs were already twitching she pulled away swinging her leg over to rest her back against the couch watching Sam place her hands behind her griping bob’s thighs as she bounces on his lap. Both of them start to get close, bob sits up moving Samantha to shift on his lap. Her legs were now untucked laying out on either side of his waist, one arm wrapping around her back and grabbing onto the back of her neck pulling her forehead to rest against his as he plants his feet more- now thrusting up into her but still rolling his hips in time with her’s. He looks down and you couldn’t see where one person ended and the other began, but he did notice something- every time he thrust in a little bump formed above her pubic area- he really was in so deep you could see the head of his cock. That lit a new fire in him.

“Shit- Darlin, so tight you can see me up in your stomach- so fucking perfect.” Samantha whines, the only thing coming out of her mouth a high-pitched “Ah. Ah. Ah” in time with each of bob’s thrusts. She hurries her head into the space between his neck and shoulder and her hand's grip onto his shoulders as the knot at the base of her stomach tightens, her cunt clenches up and bob bites down on her shoulder “You're squeezing me so good baby- so good, you gonna cum for me? Yeah… yeah you are- fuck such a good girl princess” his voice is so low and gravelly it was all she needed as her nails dig into his skin scratching the skin of his back, the knot snaps and she yells out as her pussy contracts as much as it could stretched around him. He didn’t slow down- he did the opposite pushing her back onto her back grabbing onto the backs of Samantha's knees bending her almost in half and starts pounding into her core. This whole time Natasha’s hand trailed between her legs as she started to rub her clit again.

Not allowed time from the first climax Samantha hits her second orgasm, this time it felt different as she soaks his dick, pubic area, and upper thighs. The only sound was the wet slapping of skin on skin, Samantha’s squeals of overstimulation, and bob’s grunts as he reaches his climax pushing in as deep as he can as he cums, his body shuddering as he coats her insides filling her to the brim. He stills, not pulling out for a second letting his breathing calm down before finally pulling out and watching his cum start to leak out of cosmo’s hole. He wipes up what leaks out before pushing it back inside of her. Samantha squeals still coming down from the endorphins swimming in her brain.

Natasha scoots closer, placing soft kisses over Samantha's flushed skin, what she didn’t notice was that bob was still hard, how- god only knows he just gave both of them two mind-blowing orgasms each and he still wants to go. His hand runs up the back of Natasha’s thighs fingers running through her still soaked folds and she moans “Fuck bob” and lays down resting her head on cosmo’s stomach on her knees- basically presenting herself for him. A deep laugh rumbles from his chest as bob grips Natasha’s hips sliding into her in one stroke. He wasn’t going as slow, right from the gate he sets a powerful pace, hips snapping against hers. Natasha made eye contact with Samantha as bobby pounded into her. The fucked out expression on both of their faces just made it all the more hotter. Nat spreads Samantha's thighs once more looking at her abused pussy, all red and puffy and dripping with bob’s cum.

Bob watched as Natasha started licking a stripe up Samantha's core licking and sucking up all of her nectar and his cum that was spilling out of her hole. He moaned speeding up his thrusts as both women moan. The grip he has on nat’s hips is sure to cause bruising but they all were marked up, he was still sensitive from his last orgasm and he felt himself already start to get closer to the edge, he reaches around and starts playing with Natasha’s clit, her moans grow higher and higher pitch as she is pushed over the edge for the third time, this time she did something she had never done- she squirted just like cosmo had done earlier. Her hips moved on their own accord and bob wasn’t able to hold back once nat clenched up on him, he pushed in as deep as he could, pushing her further into the floor grunting as the rope of cum coated Natasha’s insides. Cosmo came for the third time watching the two of them come undone coating Natasha's face in her release.

The three of them lay there soaked in sweat panting on the floor as the sun started to rise over the horizon. They truly fucked all night long. After what seemed like forever bob gets up and with little issue picks both women up and walks through the small house to his bedroom laying them down and climbing in bed along with them. They easily curl up against each other pulling the blankets over their bodies and drifting off to sleep.

It was well into the late morning or early afternoon when they started to wake up, Cosmo was the first- head pounding and the rest of her body felt like she was ejected out of her jet. She looks around her surroundings and notices the other two people in bed with her- and their lack of clothes reminds her very quickly of the events of last night, causing a blush to form over her features. Luckily she can slip out of bed grabbing a shirt that is definitely bob’s and walks out into the rest of the house with the plan of making breakfast and some coffee for the other two, but before that she showers through bob’s medicine cabinet for some pain killers and leaves the bottle on the night table with a full glass of water.

Once the other two wake up making the same connections of the events of the night before, they both take the painkillers that cosmo had left out and walked out to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee and breakfast, no one mentions what happened because……

What happens at girl's night, stays at girl's night.

Two days later.

The daggers set up a last-minute beach day and dogfight football. It was nothing out of the ordinary, everyone running across the sand, taking breaks to sit and drink beer. Until about halfway through the third game cosmo got pushed into a wave by Coyote soaking the shirt she was wearing. The fabric now clinging to her body she pulls the sopping piece of fabric off of her tossing it to the side. Completely forgetting about the bruises, hickeys, and marks that covered her chest, waist, and hips. She didn’t even notice until the boys (sans Rooster and Bob) started making a commotion letting out wolf whistles and praises

“Aye- yo what do we got here” “Someone had a fun past few days” “YEA get it, Cosmo!”

Her face heated up a little but she just shrugged it off rolling her eyes from under her Roosters sunglasses “Hey hey- not my fault I’m getting laid and your not boys” she laughs and then everyone focuses back on the game. Yet if you were to have looked closely you would have seen sweet little ole bob go as red as a tomato the second he saw her take off the shirt….. and a certain morning bird clenches his jaw and fists- eyes trailing over the lustful marks then back to the glasses, his glasses sitting on her face. It took everything in him not to finally make a move on his best friend that he has been in love with for longer than he would like to admit. But he does know- there is no way he is gonna let someone else touch his Stardust-

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Regardless

Summary: You are part of the knights, you were sent on a mission and hadn't returned when you were supposed to. Turns out you were in an accident that has left you scarred, part of you is worried he will look at you differently but Diluc loves you regardless and he wants you to know that.

Warning(s): Mentions of injury, blood, crying, mentions of anxiety things along that nature but nothing too graphic.

Pairing(s): Diluc Ragnvindr X Gn!Reader

Word count: 3,762

Inspiration(s): 'The 30th' by Billie Eilish

A/N: NO ONE LOOK AT ME I'M SCARED!! This is my first fic back from not writing for so long I'm so nervous to post!! I've recently become a Diluc lover help! Please Enjoy!! Also, this is not proofread I'm so sorry lmao

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Diluc’s stride was long as he walked through the center of Mondstadt. His brow frowned as he looked at the various Knights rushing around in all directions. If he wasn't on his way to Jean’s office he was sure he would have investigated himself. The look of worry on their faces as well as the anxiety that was magnifying the air around them was concerning but he wasn't going to make them late for his meeting with The Acting Grand Master. 

“I'm very sorry Mr. Diluc, Acting Grand Master is out at the moment, she asked me to wait here for you and give you her apologies.” The young guard looked nervous as he stood in front of Diluc, he was intimidated by the tall redhead. 

Diluc’s brow crinkled together as he wondered what had come up. Jean would only push their meeting aside if it was for something extremely important that required her attention immediately. “Hmm, very well, Thank you,” Diluc muttered as he tilted his head forward grateful to the young knight before turning around and making his way outside of the Knights of favonious headquarters. 

The disappointment was evident on his face as he walked down towards Angle share. He was hoping the meeting with Jean would generate some answers as to your absence. Sure he had known they sent you out on a mission, he was more than aware of your ability to handle yourself out on the field but you were due to return three days ago and with no letter from you, he was slightly more than worried. But he refused to let his mind get the better of the situation, refusing to let it go to the dark place it usually did. 

“Good Afternoon Charles.” Diluc opened the doors to his business sending a greeting to his trusted bartender who stood behind the bar wiping down glasses. 

“Pleasure to see you Master Diluc, I assumed you’d be here later?” There was a question hidden in his voice. He was sure Diluc said he would be here later to take over the bar tonight before closing but it was almost two hours before closing time. 

Diluc nodded as he took off his coat and hung it up before opening the wooden slab to get behind the bar. “Yes, something came up and the other party was unable to show up for the meeting. So I decided to come on early and help you before you closed.”

Time passed rather slowly as the bar slowly cleared out for closing. Diluc found it rather weird how he didn't see a single Knight around, usually, they had stopped by, and more often than not off-duty knights would be found here as well but there simply wasn't a single one around. It was rather odd, to say the least. 

Diluc’s time was spent clearing glasses, helping the drunks out, and making his customers pay their tabs. The only reason he was in the city was to ask Jean about you and since he was in the city he was at the tavern to take inventory to know what he needed to restock. 

A light knock at the tavern door had caught his attention as he absently thought about the events of today. He was confused, who was knocking at the door this hour knowing they were closed?

He sat the glass he was holding down next to the other getting a small ‘clink’ as it hit the other glasses. He didn’t want to be rude and just leave the person outside in hopes they would go away, the lights in the tavern were on so they most likely knew someone was inside. There was also some hope that it was you knocking on the door, returning from your mission to greet him and he would never keep you waiting. 

Diluc cleared his voice before he opened the door. “I’m sorry but we are closed, oh Jean it's you,” His demeanor quickly changed as he looked up at the person who knocked only to see Jean. “What do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, anxiety was bubbling in his stomach and he didn't quite know why. Maybe it was because it was unusual for her to meet him at such a late hour and if it wasn't urgent she would just send a letter. 

She looked tired, she had been crying. 

“Diluc…” her voice trailed off, she was far too tired to be formal. It was unusual for her. “I know we were supposed to meet today but I got pulled aside for something very important.” 

“I was informed. Is everything okay?”

“It does concern you Diluc; can we sit down?” 

His heartbeat picked up, it was almost like his heart was in his throat now. She was scaring him, the way she spoke sounded serious and sad like something terrible had happened. She was speaking to him like she was carefully phrasing how she spoke like she did when his father had passed. 

He pulled out a wooden chair for Jean as she made her way into the tavern. Tears were filling her eyes. 

“What's wrong?” This was no time for formalities, the anxiety was too much for him and he didn't care how he spoke. “What’s happened are you okay?”

“Yes I-I’m fine, it's just I have something to tell you but I don't know how to say it without startling you.” She wiped her eyes as she looked at the floor. She couldn't get herself to look him in the eyes. She didn't dare. 

“Spit it out,” His tone was demanding and harsher than he intended. 

“Y/n,” She started, almost unable to form words. She truly didn't know how to break the news to Diluc, you are the love of his life how could she tell him? You were also her best friend and if it hurt her this much then how could he break the news? “They, um, I knew you wanted information on their whereabouts and I was going to tell you I had sent out a group to follow intel on their whereabouts led by Amber and-” 

He could almost piece it together himself, he didn't need any more explanation. The amount of Knights rushing around, the way no knights were at the tavern, Jean missing their meeting. It all came flooding in. The feeling of dread, the flashbacks of his father, the pain in his heart that was almost excruciating. His eyes closed, he was holding himself back from just letting out a sob. He was sure you were gone by now. 

“They’re not dead, Diluc don't think that please,” She cried letting her own tears fall once more. She knew he was thinking that she could sense it. She thought you were dead too, in the state you came back in she was sure you were gone. She was thankful you were alive and when she saw you she almost fell to her knees, you looked lifeless. She did nothing but thank Barbatoes that you were alive as she rushed you to her sister. “Amber had found them and brought them back immediately but the condition they’re in is pretty bad but they’re alive and Barbara said They’re expected to make it.” 

Relief flooded his system as he quickly wiped his tears, he stood from his chair almost knocking it over in the process. “When can I see them?”

“I would say tomorrow morning, the condition we found them in…Barbara was only able to heal so much and they haven't woken up yet. Barbara and the others they’re still working to help Y/n. There are guards outside in protection so it would be best if you waited a few more hours but I promise you can see them as soon as the sunrises.” 

“Fine.” 

Needless to say after that meeting Diluc did not get any work done and he did not sleep. If only he had gone to see what the knights were doing he wouldn't be pacing right now, he wouldn't still be choking back sobs hours later and he wouldn't be shaking with anxiety. It took so much for him to not storm into the cathedral and demand they show you to him but he knew you would be taken care of there, but he could keep you safe. 

His mind was racing with “what if’s.” What if it happened to you on a different day? What if they didn't find you? What if you hadn't gone? You would be safe. What if he accompanied you? What if you weren't part of the Knights? What if you were safe that night of your accident? What if you were in his arms safe? 

What if you died? 

To say he doubted the Knights would be an understatement. They didn't get word from you for days and it took them three days after your supposed arrival to find you. They lacked common sense and it ticked him off. But the logical part of his brain understood where they came from. You were a scout and not hearing from you for a few days past your scheduled arrival was normal, but his heart, the heart that held you so close and so dear it couldn't help but feel differently. 

When it came to you…Diluc was always led with his emotions. 

He couldn't sit still and when the sun came up he was out the door. He pulled his coat off the hook and was practically running through the city square towards the cathedral, he pushed past the early risers brushing them off as they said hello. He almost felt guilty but he was on a mission to be by your side. He needed to see you to truly believe you we’re okay. 

The knights that were posted outside almost blocked him from entering before they realized who he was, quickly apologizing they opened the doors to let him in. He was met by pitiful looks from the sisters before he was greeted by barbara who gave him a rundown of your injuries once more as she led him to where you were. The whole walk she had only gotten a nod from him in response, she knew he was itching to see you so she quickly bid him farewell and told him to call her if you or him needed anything. 

Diluc hesitated to enter the infirmary that was in the cathedral, he was told how severe your wounds were,  Barbara was unable to fully heal them from how deep they were, and even if she had there would still be scars as well as the amount of blood you lost, it was a miracle you were alive. If that had found you a day later or even a few hours before there was a big chance you wouldn’t be here and instead they would have brought home your corpse. 

“Diluc?” You let out a soft cry as you turned your head to face him, it almost sounded as if you thought you were imagining him. You could see the tears welling in his eyes as he looked at you, there was also fear trying to be hidden in those beautiful Crimson eyes. “I’m scared.”

You turned away from him as a stray tear fell down your face. Bandages had been wrapped around a majority of your body, the sisters had let you know there was a fifty percent chance you were blind in one eye. When you were found there was a large gash across your face and there was an even larger chance that you would be scarred where the blade had struck you. 

“Hey, you’re okay, I'm here,” his voice came out in a whisper, he had taken his glove off to hold your hand, being careful not to disturb any of the major injuries you had. He didn’t have the heart to admit he was scared too. He couldn't get himself to say it, to admit he had been afraid even before he got the news you were hurt. “I’m not going to leave you,” He promised. 

“I don’t remember how I got here, I don't even remember what happened,” You cried, it hurt to move but you couldn't stop the tears and the sobs from ripping through your chest. The fear in your heart and the knowledge that you could have been gone. You could have gone on that mission and never returned to see the man you loved. There was relief in your heart that the man next to you was here, he was real. 

You didn't know how long you had been gone in all honesty, all you could remember was laying in the grass for who knows how many days. There were a few dandelions around and a soft breeze, there was pain erupting all over your body and no matter how hard you tried to open your eye you just couldn't. After a while, there was no pain and you were sure you had heard Dilucs voice calling for you, you could almost smell the smoke and whine on the wind. Before your eyes closed one last time you could have sworn he was there, he had rescued you but now you wondered if you were just hallucinating because you were dying. 

The man was surprised you hadn’t remembered but he almost thought it was a blessing from the Archons that your memory of the gruesome battle was erased from your memories. You had fought for your life, for days. 

“You don't have to remember my love, you’re okay that's all that matters. You’ve come back to me that is all I care about.” He was trying so hard not to let his tears fall but he could feel them making their way down his cheek as he cleared your own. He didn't care that he sounded selfish at this moment, he loved you with all his heart and he truly didn't know what he’d do if you had gone. He didn’t know if he could handle another loss. “You’re alive.”

His thumb ran across your cheek as he finally let his tears fall, he couldn't hold them in. He was so happy to see you here, in the morning sunlight alive. 

“You’re alive,” he repeated the words once more, they were more to reassure himself. Your unbandaged hand grabbed his wrist, a half smile on your face as you freely let your tears fall. He knew he should be the one reassuring you right now but he was grateful, the way you calmed him always blew his mind. You didn't even have to say anything. 

“You look so pretty ‘Luc,” You whispered as your hand moved up his arm to wipe his tears as he wiped yours. You could tell he had been crying, you could see the pain in his eyes as he looked at you. You never wished to cause him pain like this.

He let a small smile grace his face as he looked at you, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. “Stop trying to make me feel better, it's not me who’s in a hospital bed,” he joked lightly his hand moving from your face to your hair. He pushed the stray locks away from your eye. 

He drank in all your features, the beautiful color of your eye, the small scars that had been on your face from previous missions. The curve of your jawline and your ear hidden by pieces of your hair, the way your eyelashes hit your cheeks as your eyes closed. He took in the details of the bandages that covered your face, the blood that stained them in a few places. He observed the way you adjusted your face to hide the bandages from his view in insecurity. 

“And I’m not the one who looks pretty, you are,” He said in truth. He could tell that you were scared, not only because of what happened to you but you were afraid of what he thought. 

That day had to be one of the scariest of his life. It had been months since the accident and he had been by your side ever since. He had taken you back and forth from your appointments with barbara every day until your wounds were fully healed. He had taken such good care of you, not letting anyone take up the task of making sure you were okay. As your boyfriend, it was his duty, not that he found it to be a job. 

Since then you had quit the knights, he had tried hard to get you to change your mind knowing you had worked so hard to get to where you were, knowing that perhaps it was impulse driving you to quit but when you put your foot down and told him to stop he did. He saw the way your mood changed since then, the way you kept yourself hidden, the way you had little faith in your capabilities. But that man, your man was adamant about helping your regain trust in yourself. 

Your wounds had healed nicely but as Barbara said, there was a scar on your face, it lead from your jaw through your lips up to your hairline. It healed nicely considering how deep it was, you were grateful for barbara, it was nothing more than discolored scar tissue rather than thick scar tissue. You had gone partially blind in that eye but you didn't find it hindered you that much. 

Your eyes were locked on the ceiling, the light from the moon illuminated the room. You were lost in thought, thinking about that day once more, wondering where you had gone wrong, but no matter how hard you thought back you truly didn't remember what happened. 

You turned your face towards the man sleeping next to you, his light snores filling your ear as he stirred in his sleep. His red hair messily laid across his face, he looked peaceful and beautiful as the light lit up his sleeping face. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist as if he was afraid if he lightened his grip you would be gone. 

You could feel the tears as you thought about him and the day you woke up. You were all alone in that room scared but then he arrived and you knew it would all be okay. He was so gentle and kind with you, he was so loving. The months after were hard but he stayed with you just like you had done with him all those years ago, when he kept you at arm's length away afraid of letting you close. You were sure that you had fallen in love with him all over again because of the accident. 

But doubt clouded your brain. What if he didn't love you? What if he found you ugly now that your face was scarred? 

“Is there something on your mind?” His voice startled you, you were so lost in thought you didn't see him stir awake or his eyes flutter open to drink in your moonlit face. His hand moved from your waist to brush the stray locks from your face, he wanted to get a good look at you. 

“No it's nothing,” You lied, “I was just admiring your beauty.” 

His brow frowned as he looked at you, usually, he would love the compliment, blush even because your compliments always made him feel warm but now he could see this compliment while most likely true was also covering something up. “You know you can tell me anything my love, whatever is bothering you…if it is in my power I shall try to dispose of it.” 

You almost wanted to cry at those words, he loved you so much. 

Looking away you answered him, “It's just…what if you think I’m not as…attractive as before? What if people say something about you dating me? I get weird looks from people, I don't know if they’re pity or something else but I see the way they look at you too — the way they look at us.”

Diluc propped himself up on his elbow, sleep quickly leaving his body as he listened to what troubled you. His fingers grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His lips found yours before moving to your face and the scar that you were so worried about him finding ugly. 

“I don’t care for gossip, I don't care what others think either,” He whispered, his eyes locking with yours so you could read them. He wanted you to know without a shadow of a doubt that what he was saying was true. How could he not find you beautiful? Even all those months ago while you were in the hospital bed covered in bandages and blood you had looked beautiful. “You are so pretty – breathtaking even. This scar–” his lips pressed to it once again before landing back on your mouth. “ – does not change the way I see you. You had scars before I met you, they are just a part of you. They show who you are and the battles you've fought. Do you think my scars are ugly?” 

A smile was on your face as you shook your head no, watching as his eyes went from sincere to teasing. “Oh, so you find them hot?” His eyebrow raised as he felt the warmth crawl its way up your cheek. 

“Maybe,” you laughed pushing his hand off your face. Your hand found its way to his neck where you pulled him in for another kiss. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he returned your kiss before you pulled away. 

He rested his forehead against yours watching as his red hair fell around you two sheltering you from the room, from the world, and the light off the moonlight that was seeping in from behind the drapes. It was just you and him in this moment. 

Diluc felt his lips upturn as he watched that bright smile illuminate your face. Sometimes you looked the same just like you did before the accident. Your eyes were so full of happiness, not a care in the world on your mind at this very moment. These moments made him hopeful that one day you will not worry about what people think when they look at you once again. He knew you would never be exactly the same, either way, he would love you regardless. There was nothing in this world that could change that.  

[cobble-stone]

Mr. Slab in "Encased" for the ask thingy? <3

here he is! i enjoy my mask-less design for him a lot honestly

fun fact, i actually sent this exact prompt to someone else doing this palette game djhdjdjd

palette ask game

[mrs-han]

Showing Jumin trend where couples dance to Snowman warms my heart

He’d absolutely die if Mc would whisper lyrics

“I want you to know that I’m never leaving

Cuz I’m mrs snow till death we’ll be freezing”

Because he often hears and partially believes he’s cold ice like

OoooUuuuu…

OOUUUUU!!

I like dis >w< I’m gonna take a different approach, one where Jumin is the more insecure party in the relationship. >w>

Lemme give it a shot!! 🌺

Jumin stared at you in all of your glory from the depths of his cavern. You, the Queen, the Empress, the Goddess of the Sun, never disappointed. One glance from you meant a day filled with light, highlighting every beauty nature had to offer.

Flicking his fingers, Jumin sighed. Snowflakes cascaded from his fingertips onto a slab of stone, dissipating as soon as they landed. He controlled a very different element from yours — one where the silence of falling snow created a deep depression for Earth’s occupants over time.

He grew tired of hearing people complain of your absence. More than that, he grew increasingly agitated upon the mention of how different summer and winter were. The mindless comments only cemented his deepest belief that you were too good for him… far out of his league.

That his marriage to you was a mistake.

Shaking his head of those ridiculous thoughts, Jumin moved to his feet and moved to watch you again. Today, a random day in winter, he decided to give the humans some reprieve and alleviate bouts of lingering seasonal depression. He didn’t regret his decision; you twirled and flung your arms into the air, releasing gusts of heat and bursts of ephemeral light from every part of your body.

You were intoxicating.

You stopped briefly, no doubt sensing your husband’s eyes on you. Casting your gaze downward, Jumin flinched as an abundance of heat pierced his pale, snow-laden skin.

What a tease.

Peering at you, Jumin clicked his tongue and shook his head. You winked and blew a kiss his way, one of dimmed embers that his skin could tolerate.

You continued to dance and sing, gracing the human race with your warmth, for the next three days. Jumin was eager, not because he would soon be on duty, but because he knew you would pass by him before hiding yourself behind the clouds.

Sure, he was married to you, but it was difficult to find time to be with you… all things considered. If he was alone with you for too long, he’d melt into a puddle. And if you were in his presence for too long, your light would eventually fade out.

There was always the risk of opposite elements falling in love, but neither of you cared.

Peeking from his domain, Jumin hoped to see your next performance. But you weren’t there. Your throne was empty, and your space was bare. Brow furrowed, he stepped out and stared at the pool of snow spreading from under his feet.

Your absence meant that days on Earth would be longer. Darker. Colder. It was time for him to do his job.

“Darling?” Lifting his hand, Jumin frowned at the sudden and uncontrollable burst of snow flowing from his palm.

“Hi, Jumin!”

He closed his eyes and grinned to himself. There you were.

You adjusted the heavy cloak of night over your head. Tendrils of your hair flowed past your shoulders, which you pinned back with care. Jumin moved closer to you, the snow allowing him to glide towards you with ease.

“You’re here early,” he cooed, moving his hands down the curve of your back and pulling you close. “I thought you had another five hours of day left.”

“What, I can’t take an early vacation?” You traced your husband’s lips with your pinky, confident in the endurance of your gloved hand.

“The humans won’t be very happy,” Jumin hummed, his hands roaming your body freely. “Then again, when have we ever cared?”

“Exactly,” you murmured into his ear, using your toes to boost you up.

That action alone made Jumin’s hand slip. He winced as his skin met with yours; a blinding steam filled the air between you.

“Jumin!”

“I’m all right,” he quickly assured, flurries repairing his cracked flesh.

Silence lingered, but your thoughts were the same: What a burden it was, to not be able to truly feel one another.

“Forgive me, I… lost control of myself.”

You tilted your head sympathetically. “You don’t need to apologize… here, give me your hand.”

He did what you asked without a trace of hesitation. Tracing his palm with your fingers, Jumin couldn’t help but move closer to you, despite the heat radiating from your body. “There is so much I wish for us, my love.”

You raised your brows. “Like touching? Kissing? Making love?”

“Among other things.”

His matter-of-fact response made you blush, creating a short heatwave. Jumin didn’t move away. Kissing his palm, you made sure you were totally covered before stretching your arms towards your husband. “Come here.”

Jumin pressed himself against you — steam surrounded your bodies. Draping your arms round his neck, you moved your lips closer to his ear, barely nibbling.

“I want you to know that I’m never leaving…”

Jumin’s eyes widened. “Darling…?”

“Cuz’ I’m Mrs. Snow, till death we’ll be freezing…”

Jumin’s body had known very little heat. But as his heart pounded in his chest, he finally began to understand why humans found your warmth so appealing.

“Yeah, you were my home, my home for all seasons, so come… on… let’s go ~ Let’s go below zero, and hide from the sun… I’ll love you forever where we’ll have some fun…”

Fog blinded half the world that night. But when had either of you cared?

[icanthocusfocus]

Just a quick writing thing based on Goncharov (1973) I’m rewatching it soon and I wanted to compare what I remember. So here’s how I recall the first scene.

Goncharov hears music. Somewhere nearby is the restaurant where Katya will wait for him. Wait for an hour at most until she goes home for the night and makes no calls come morning. His wife is a smart woman, blonde and soft skinned in appearance. This song which plays now reminds him of one he knows he played. It was two years ago, the night the two of them were engaged. 

Katya was wearing a dress, either red or white, and white gloves. His eyes are blurred now, and he doubts he could tell you the colour of that dress if she were standing in front of him now wearing it. Andrey was there as well, something or the other about finances. Someone in Russia was alerting him that a certain ‘product’ would not be returning to Italy. Another slab of meat. 

Andrey was wearing a grey suit, looser in the shoulders and waist but laying flat against his chest. There were two button keeping it closed, which became undone one hour and twenty two minutes into the night. He had a flower peaking out his coat pocket, a dull red colour. By the time Katya is wearing his ring under her silky gloves, Andrey’s lips are twice as pink as when he arrived. 

That night, Goncharov plays violin for his lover. He dreams of a duet between them, gentle fingers enticing the piano to sing along. 

Goncharov dreams now. Of Andrey’s pink lips and Katya’s red ones, always pristine. 

He thinks of this when the music is dulled by a passing automobile and a fright light descends upon him. He is surprised to find his place in heaven, but relieved. He is less surprised that he should die lying against the cold snow, melting snowflakes falling upon his bloodied face.

A car door slams, and Mario Ambrosini blocks his view of heaven. Headlights, he realises, and so he flinches. The movement hurts more than the epiphany. 

“You are Goncharov?” Ambrosini asks this through his cigarette, kept burning by the sanctity provided by the umbrella he held. The Russian is ugly on his tongue.

He responds instead in Italian, a language he is not often allowed to use. The communists worry it’s warmth might melt the Russian hearts. “It is true, I am Goncharov. Tell Andrey I send my regards.” 

Mario clicks his tongue as he hoists the laid out man to an upright position. “I need not bother, my friend. If you are who you say, then I expect you will be meeting him yourself soon enough.”

Seated into the passenger’s side of Mario’s Chevrolet, the battered man laughs heartily. “I have not yet had the pleasure of being anyone else.”

”That is exactly what I would like to offer you, Mr. Goncharov.” They begin to drive, and he dares not ask where. “We could not help but notice that you have had poor luck as of late with securing deals. Your Russian comrades seem to be falling prey to the cold. You are running out of allies. Worse yet, you are running out of time.

“We in Italy could use a man as punctual as you. Tickets have been purchased for both you and your wife. I am going to drop you off at the dinner you have had planned for the past three weeks and you are going to inform her as such. You must bring her with, obviously. It would not do well to leave her in Russia during such trying times, and you have sworn her vows.

“My cousin, Sofia, will keep her company.”

Goncharov knows this street well, he has been walking it since he was a boy. A left will lead him to the poorest town in the country, where the locals will be thankful for a body to loot. A right, and he will be dining with his wife within minutes. He checks his watch and finds that he is soon to be late. 

“Tell me, Mario, are Joseph and you still as close as you were? We always said he’d burn himself alive one day, and I’d be terribly put out if we were correct.” He snaps the watch shut. 

“Ice pick Joe is as rabid as ever.” Mario’s foot eases on the breaks, reaching a full stop.

”I’ll have to see for myself.” The mobster pulls a right, resuming his previous speed. It makes sense that they sent him. No other dog warrants such a long leash. Cut his collar and Mario Ambrosini will walk beside you awaiting a new one. 

”He’ll be glad of it. These” He pulls out a thin envelope, “are your tickets. And this” pulling into a rounded driveway in front of the lavish building, “is your stop.”

Sparing one last check of his watch, Goncharov exits the car. 

“It has been warm in Italy far too long, Goncharov. These summer children require a firm hand.”

Next Part

[howlingday]

Accidently villainous AU. Jaune was told Roman was capable of supplying him with the best fake transcript to get him into beacon so he meets the gentleman theif...at the worst possible time. As huntsman storm the building he was told to meet Roman in they mistake him for an accomplice and order everyone to surrender since both him and Roman are outnumbered and only one of them has aura (much to Roman's annoyance) so he unlocks his aura so he can at least fight back since they already think he's an accomplice of Roman he's already in trouble. Jaune fights unlocks both his aura and semblance as he's panicking over trying to not getting arrested but too not show how scared he is he puts on a bravado

Rain battered down in light spatters at the sound end of Vale. Saphron put her car in park, but the engine still rumbled with life. She turned to Jaune with a smile.

"Alright, here we are." She declared. "Are you ready?"

"Uh, y-yeah, I guess." Jaune meekly replied. Saph groaned.

"Come on, you're going off on an adventure like that?" She slapped his shoulder, making him flinch. "Show some spine, baby brother! Like Dad says, girls love confidence."

"R-Right." He took a deep breath and slapped his face with light, but rapid pats from his hands. He then exhaled like a bull ready to charge. "I'm ready!"

"Alright!" She hand him his umbrella. "Don't forget your Pumpkin Pete poncho~."

"Thanks, Saph." He smiled, oblivious to the mocking tone she gave. He quickly put on the old poncho, a few threads snapping loose as he did. He'd have to stitch it up again later. "I'll be back in an hour."

"I'll be back in an hour." Saph corrected. "You will be back whenever you're done." He climbed out of the car.

"Oh, and Jaune?" He turned. "Be safe." He nodded, and shut the door.

As she drove away, Jaune looked to the imposing brick building before him. The windows were above street level, and the door looked like it was solid steel. He couldn't even see a door handle. He looked to the side and saw a little black button. With a press, it buzzed like an old and angry bumblebee.

A hatch on the door opened inward, and Jaune saw golden eyes glare at him. He gulped as they appraised him, looking up and down like they were judging a slab of meat.

"Password." They grunted.

"The password?" Jaune repeated. He didn't remember any password. The scroll message he got was to a burner scroll and it didn't say anything about a password. His stomach did twists and knots as the eyes continued to glare at him. This was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.

"Wipe your feet, little bunny." The voice said as the hatch came shut. The door screeched as it came open, then swung silently in like a ghost. He stepped inside, scraping his boots against the doormat.

Once in, the door came shut behind him, and he saw a tall, lanky woman in a red dress with green vines as accents, drawing attention to her curves. She tossed her long, oil black hair over her shoulder and pointed a yellow taloned finger past him.

"Down the hallway." She say, her voice sweet, yet dangerous. "Mr. Roman should be down there."

Jaune nodded and began his walk down the dark hall. Thunder crashed outside, making him jump. He hastened his trek until he arrived at the end, where crates and boxes lined the walls.

In the center, was a man looking over maps, charts, and blueprints on a long table. He puffed on a cigar, the smoke rising and billowing around his bowler hat, his emerald eyes gleaming at the paper.

"Um, excuse me?" Jaune meekly murmured. The din of men hauling crates, shouting directions, and raucous laughter from the open door of the nearby breakroom drowned out Jaune's attempt to reach his goal.

"Excuse me?" He said a little louder. The crew continued their routine of clamor. The man in the bowler puffed his cigar, his eyes never leaving the paper beneath him.

"HEY!" Jaune barked, and the whole building stopped. All eyes were on the young man in his Pumpkin Pete poncho. Swallowing what he hoped was fear caught in his throat, he spoke. "Uh, I-I'm here to see Mr. Torchwick?"

The man in the bowler looked to his wristwatch, then slapped his forehead. With a grumble, he patted a man next to him on the shoulder. He then approached Jaune with a smile on his face.

"Sorry about the delay, kid," he said, breath reeking of cigar, "I was caught up in some other business." With a hand on Jaune's shoulder, he guided the young man to the break room.

Inside, a small group of men looked up from their card game, an old TV set playing in the corner. Once the man in the bowler waved them off, then returned to their game. A door further in led to a small office, where a small desk and and two chairs sat. The man took his seat behind the desk, leaving the other open for Jaune.

As he put his hand on the back, he noticed it was stained with a dark rust.

"Let's see here." The man opened a drawer on the side and rifled through the inside. "Ah, here we are. Arc." He pulled up a folder with Jaune's name on it and slid it across the desk. "Transcripts for Beacon application, right?"

"Yes, sir." Jaune nodded.

"Please, call me Roman." Roman said. "Not a lot of people would sneak into a huntsman academy without a reason. Mind if I ak what's yours?"

Jaune could have told him the honst truth. That he was making an attempt at becoming something his family could be proud of. But he doubted he would get the transcripts if came clean with a sappy answer like that. So he decided to be vague.

"There's something I want at Beacon." Roman raised a brow. "Something very important to me, and I need to get it. If I can't, then bad things will happen that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy."

Roman nodded at the explanation. He respected Jaune's drive. That put him in good with his benefactor. True, the "something important" was plain and simple respect, and the "wouldn't wish on my wosrt enemy" was a bit melodramatic (especially when considered he never had an enemy). But the results spoke for themselves. Jaune took the transcript folder in hand and smiled.

"Thank you, Roman." He nodded as he stood up.

"Hey, no problem," he waved off, "you payed in advance, so I know you're decent enough to get in." He chuckled. "And hey, if you need work, you just let your old friend help you out. Just ask for-"

"ROMAN TORCHWICK!" A voice blared from outside. "THIS IS THE VALE POLICE DEPARTMENT! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"

Suddenly, the door swung open as a young man pointed his crossbow at Roman. He was wearing a black poncho with red stripes, and his olive greeb hair was gelled to a point in the front, looking similar to a horn.

"Don't move, Torchwick!" The bold voice said. "You're under arrest for crimes against Vale!"

"Um, c-can I go?" The two poncho'd figures met eye to eye, blue to green, and Jaune held up his hand. "Uh, I was just trying to sell this chair." He cautiously stood up, finding no resistance from the figure. "I, uh, sell decorative chairs for offices."

The figure nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense." His green eyes focused on Roman again. "No doubt he was trying to scam you out of your hard-earned lien." Jaune took the chair, moving out of sight towards the door.

Jaune was about to open the door, when he looked back to Roman. He looked so helpless. Well, as helpless as a shady businessman could get. Finding pity for him, and the chair still in his hands, Jaune slowly shut the chair on itself, surprisingly unrusty, contrary to the brown stain of it. Setting it on the ground, he lifted it high into the air.

With a whoosh and a crack, the figure fell foward in a daze. Roman kicked the desk forward, sending it into the crossbow huy, and causing him to fall onto his back. With another swing, Jaune struck the prone aggressor.

"FOOOOOOOL!" Jaune roared, unaware why. "You let your guard down at the worst possible moment, and I took advantage of it!" Green eyes looked up in horror, and the attacker swung his crossbow up, only to be beaten down by Jaune once more. "FOOL! Accept your defeat with dignity!"

"Y-Yes, sir!" The huntsman covers his head as he curls into a ball. "I'm sorry, sir! It won't happen again, sir!"

"Nice work, kid." Roman chuckled. "Come on, let's get you outta here."

Roman led Jaune to the break room, where most of the furniture, save the TV, was turned over on it's side. Under the card table was an open hatch. Roman groaned as he descended. Jaune soon followed him down, where he met a girl smaller than he was, pointing a thin sword for his throat.

"Easy, Neo." Roman said. "He's one of us."

"Neo" nodded and sheathed her sword. She then turned on her heel to join up with Roman. Jaune looked up to the open hatch. If the police followed them, he would be caught, and his dream would be dead before it could live. He looked to his left and saw a storm drain flow wildly through rusty bars, gushing away to unknown darkness. Taking off his poncho, he tore the already worn hood free, and tossed the rest, where it caught on the bars. The worn face of Pumpkin Pete seemed to give a sad smile as Jaune turned away to return to his newfound friends.

"Did we lose anybody?" Roman asked, looking around. He spotted Jaune and raised his arms. "Nice of you to join us, kid! Thought the cops would have gotten you at this point."

"Not a chance." Jaune gave a face of false bravado. "Just gave the cops the wrong rabbit trail."

"Well, if it gives us enough time to escape, I'll believe you." Roman turned towards the exit. "Everyone, meet back at loading dock B three days from now. Any questions?"

"Just one." A man in a blue trenchcoat fell from the ceiling, taking out two of Roman's men. "What size cuffs do you wear?"

More of Roman's people charged him, but he took them down, one by one. This huntsman wasn't like the one before. He willingly revealed himself to a room of armed men and was more than ready to take them all on, unarmed. His very essence oozed seemed to confidence. Jaune kind of wished he was taken under his wing, but he couldn't abandon Roman.

Not after everything he'd done for him.

"Nice entrance." Roman puffed on a newly lit cigar. "Now let's see what you can really do." He looked to the short girl. "Neo?"

She nodded, jumping into the fray herself. She opened her parasol to land softly behind him. With an open palm, he struck against the fabric of her open web, sending her back a few inches. He reached down and retrieved a pair of batons, then flicked them out to reveal barbed blades on the end.

Roman fired a flare, but missed when the huntsman ducked, his arms spread. With a click, the barbs shot out, making the duo jump to avoid the shot. Another click stopped the blades short, and the huntsman twirled around, scuffing Roman's cane and wrapping around Neo's leg in mid-air. With a click, the barbed heads returned, cutting Neo's leg and sending her in a spin. The huntsman closed the gap and struck her down hard to the concrete floor.

Jaune wasn't sure what to do. This was a real huntsman, nothing like the one he easily defeated with a bold-faced lie and a chair to the back. But with his boot on Neo's arm, Jaune knew he had to do something. But all he had was his boyish charm and cute face, and he had a feeling those wouldn't do much to help him. The only thing in his hands was his forged transcript and his poncho hood.

"You huntsmen can be such a pain, you know that?" Roman twirled his cane. The huntsman spared a glance, but maintained his heel on Neo's back. Roman flipped his cane, firing a grappling hook at the man. "Hey, if you're gonna acknowledge someone, you should do it face to face!"

The huntsman ducked, pressing his foot deeper into Neo. She clenched the stones in pain, as the overbearing weight came down on her spine. Roman retracted the hook, but found his hook snagged on the huntsma's grip, and was sailing towards his opponent. He braced for worst, clenching his teeth.

A swing from a red blade came down on the huntsman's other arm, forcing him to leap away at the surprise attack. Neo grunted and heaved a breath. Roman was close enough to the surprised do-gooder, and could yank his cane hook free. They all turned their eyes on the new figure in the room.

Standing in a Pumpkin Pete hoodie, scuffed and dirty jeans, and a rubber, water-proof, bunny-earred mask that covered most of his face, Jaune felt like a new man. With a wave of his hand, he commanded the attention of everyone in the room, even the stirring henchmen who began to find their feet. With a single word, he became the true center of attention.

"FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!" Jaune bellowed, his mask torn to allow speech. "You thought you could best me and my allies in such a paltry game of fisticuffs?!" Jaune squeezed his grip on the sword's handle. "You truly believed you could topple the might of the Bad Hare Gang?!"

"I don't know what is going on, but I love the theatrics." Roman mumbled. "A bit much, but who am I to judge?"

Neo rolled her eyes at this goofball. Whoever told him that masked villains were chíc clearly wasn't aware of how reality worked. But he did get her free, so she owed him that much.

"Bad Hare Gang?" The huntsman repeated. "From that Pumpkin Pete cartoon?"

Jaune kept his malicious grin of confidence, but felt as if his body cracked under the slightest criticism he recieved. But he began remembering his father's words; sometimes all you really need is confidence, and Jaune wasn't going to lose what new confidence he found. Not so easily, anyway.

"You fool!" He roared. "Our crimes inspired the children's TV show, on in the 7-9 Vale timeslot, on Mondays and Wednesdays that aren't holidays!"

"Whatever." The huntsman growled. "I'll just take you in, too-"

A stray shot stomped him where he stood. A goon holding a gun retightened his grip. The huntsman glared, but was shot again from his other side. The thugs joined in the chorus, unloading everything they had into the huntsman. He bolted through the crowd and escaped to the rafters with his grappling hook.

"Okay, he's gone." Roman said. "Now get out of here before you get hurt, kid."

"Uh, sure," Jaune replied, loosing his grip on his confidence so easily now, "but where-?"

"Head down the tunnel until you reach the second sewer hatch." Roman pointed down the corridor. "We'll climb out the first and keep 'em busy. Now get going."

Not needing a second word, Jaune stuffed his bunny hood into his hoodie pouch and ran for the exit. He passed the first hatch and found the second one not far after that. Cautiously, he opened the hatch.

No police or scary huntsmen nearby. He climbed out, and pulled out his scroll. He messaged Saph to pick him up at his new location.

"How'd you end up there?" She asked.

"Uh..." Jaune droned out before answering with a half-truth. "They were in the middle of an errand, so I had to join them whole they escaped work. They're gone now."

"On my way now." She replied. "How'd it go?"

Jaune reached into his hoodie. By some miracle, the folder and everything in it remained in place. He let out a heavy sigh, and a smile grew wide over his face.

"Well, I got the transcripts."

[spahhzy]

Teeter.

Pain.

That's all Jaune could feel at the moment.

Agonizing searing pain.

Blue eyes slowly opened as they were greeted to a small bit of sunlight peaking out from a small hole.

Where was-

"Oh, thank God, Mr. Arc, you're awake!" Came the voice of someone...familiar.

"Try to stay with me, sir! Okay! You saved all of us, Mr. Arc, you're a hero!" Said the voice as Jaune struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Wha...happen" Jaune said throat raspy as he tried to move but when he made an attempt that searing pain got worse.

"Please stay still, Mr. Arc, I've already alerted the ground crew of whereabouts, " the voice spoke.

"As for what happened, Grimm attacked,you and your wife helped clear out the building and the Grimm, but one of the Grimm compromised one of the sections of the building, causing it to collapse..." Wife? Wife? Ruby!?

"Ru-ru-ruby?" Jaune stuttered as he tried to move his head around to search for her.

"It's okay, Mr. Arc, she was unconscious when me and the young lady all woke up. Now my medical skills aren't the best, but I believe she just has a broke arm and some cuts from all the debris, but you managed to save us all!" The knowledge that his Ruby and everyone was safe brought a calmness in him, as he suddenly felt a bit dizzy now.

"K-keep your eyes up, Mr. Arc, young lad, come here and keep Mr. Arc company while I go check on Mrs. Arc Rose" Suddenly the old man rose up from his spot and in his place a young boy looked at him.

"Hello, Mr. Knight... thank you for saving us. You were like one of those cool super hero's from the TV shows I watched, " the young boy said to him and and Jaune just gave a dry chuckle.

" When... we get out of here. Could I...ask possibly ask for an autograph?" Jaune just raised an eyebrow before nodding. Jaune noticed a cut on top of the boys head as Jaune weakly tried to raise his hand but lacking the strength.

Suddenly, Jaune had blacked out but not before hearing the screams of a familiar voice.

"Jaune!"

-

She could hear a muffled voice talking. She wasn't sure if it was too her or not, but that didn't matter.

Silver eyes were greeted to the sight of an old man who looked at her in concern that quickly changed to relief.

"Oh, thank goodness, you're awake, Mrs. Rose" said the old man as Ruby was slow to get up and take in her surroundings.

Pile of rubble around them...rubble wait.. didn't..

"A building just collapses on us?" She asked to which the old man nodded.

"Have no fear. I was able to send a distress signal to your team and other authorities they will be here soon!" Ruby nodded "are you and the boy hurt? She asked to which the old man shook his head.

"Non- life threatening for me and the young lady, you, on the other hand, suffered a broken arm." As soon as he said that, Ruby tried moving her left arm only to receive a jolt of pain.

It will be okay Jaune co-

Ruby stopped mid thought as she then frantically began looking around for her husband.

"W-where's Jaune" the old man looked down trodden as he moved out of her view and Ruby saw the most horrible sight in the world.

Jaune, her best friend, soul mate, and husband, was pinned underneath a large concrete slab.

His armor was all destroyed and broken as the boy next to him kept trying to talk to him.

In a bolt of energy, Ruby slowly got up and attempted to walk to him but as soon as the energy came it went and she fell to her knees as tears began to well up in her eyes.

Get to Jaune.

Was the only phrase running repeatedly in her head.

Her body begged her to stop, to let rest but Ruby Rose-Arc would not be bested, not even by herself.

She tried to lift herself off the ground but still her body wouldn't move.

"Jaune," She moaned out in pain as she reached out to him. Suddenly, a hand came and she was lifted up.

It was the old man.

He looked at her and smiled before he wrapped her arm around his shoulders and made his way to the other side of the area.

Ruby got to her husband, and she put Jaune's head in her lap as she began to stroke his hair with her good hand and hoped with all if her soul that her team would get to them soon.

-

Jaune woke up again to the sound of sniffling and was met with the most beautiful sight.

A beautiful woman of black hair, red tips, and gorgeous silver eyes.

"Heh, I must be dead n-no way I get an angel who is an exact look alike to my Ruby," Jaune said, to which Ruby gasped at hearing her lovers voice.

"JAUNE!" cried Ruby as she bent down and touched her for head to his as tears kept falling from her eyes.

"Ru-Ruby, are you hurt?" Jaune asked to which Ruby let out a weak sob/chuckle.

"Dummy, I should be asking you that! You're the one who protected us all with your aura!" Ruby scolded as Jaune chuckled weakly.

"Sorry bout that," he said to her and Ruby shook her head.

"It's okay outside of a broken arm. I'll be fine...but but she looked to Jaune's lower half that was pinned beneath the large stone.

"H-how are you feeling?" She asked as suddenly Jaune lazily moved his head from side to side

"I-Its kind of hard to breathe like my chest is tightening up" panic began to fill Ruby's stomach as she recalled the way Jaune breathing was shallow and rattling on his body.

"Uh, I- I my legs are numb in the painful way too, and it feels all wet underneath me..." Suddenly, Jaune's eyes fluttered close, and her mind went into a frenzied over-clock.

She looked back to the old man who was giving a look over on the boy again.

"Sir, c-could you come here?" The old man looked at her before stopping his assessment and made his way too them.

"Yes Mrs. Rose?" He asked as he was handed a scroll.

"Go around that stone slab and take a picture...I need to see what's going on Jaunes lower half" She said as she tossed her scroll at the old man who nodded and proceeded to bear crawl his way around to an opening was to where he could see the true extent of the damage.

"Oh my god..." With a snap of the photo, he bear crawled back around to a worried Ruby, making small chatter with Jaune.

The old man looked down to Ruby who just swallowed the big lump in her throat.

The old man turned the scroll around and Ruby looked on in horror.

Jaune legs were crushed while three pieces of rebar were plunged into his lower half as blood pooled around his lower half.

Ruby's mind almost shut itself off.

"Ru-ru, you okay?" Came Jaune sluggish voice, which brought Ruby back to her reality as she looked.

"I-im fine Jaune, we just gotta-" Her eyes grew wide again with horror as terror began flooding her senses, looking down, Jaune's expression was serene, relaxed with rest.

"Hey hey hey no no no no don't sleep. Stay awake, Jaune," Tears had once again streamed down her face and dripped from her chin.

A groan put her into a sense of relief as Jaune opened his eyes. "wus wrong ru?" Jaune slurred out, the concussion and blood loss beginning to take its toll.

Gotta keep him awake... keep him talking anything!

"Hey Jaune...what's your favorite Christmas memory?" Jaunes eyes opened up, remembering that today of all these days was Christmas Eve.

"Heh, outside of spending Christmas time with you , I can only name one... Remember our third year of Christmas?" Ruby nodded as she remembered that was the time her mother , her long lost mother, who was presumed KIA had returned to them after so long.

Many tears were shed that day between her, Yang and her dad.

But wait...

"You- you had something to do with her coming home" Ruby asked and Jaune nodded.

"I didn't wanna tell you and made summer primise never to talk about it, but me and my team found her in a village while clearing out grimm. She resembled you so much and I remembered a picture you shared with me...and well i pieced it together...it turns out she had bad case of amnesia bu-but thanks to" Jaune coughed a bit.

"Thanks to the Jaune Arc patent Aura fixing and a lot of pictures of you and Yang, we were able to make her remember...sh-she wasn't sure how she would be able to come back into your lives but I told them that you all loved her so much" Jaune stopped for a moment.

"What happened next, Jaune?"

Gotta keep him talking. Gotta keep him taking!

"It was a whoooole arc of will she/won't she in the end i made her an Arc promise tha I can't disclose yet!" Jaune let out a giggle as he looked up to Ruby.

"Ya know Rubes... these years of my life have been the greatest, especially our first year of meeting at Beacon, ehehe blowing up in a crater all our battles, our ups, our downs, our falls and our rises...I couldn't be where I'm at because of them and especially you my beautiful adorable wife Ruby..." Ruby let out a gasp at as Jaune's eyes flickered several times before his eyelashes hit his cheekbone, and at that moment, Ruby could only let out a wail of distress. "Jaune" taunting silence answered her.

"Hey! Hey! V-vomit boy! Babe! J-Jaune wake up!" She wailed, sobs bubbling in her throat as her heart was being torn apart by despair and agony. "Please,"she wept as she put her forehead back to her husband's head as her body convulsed in agony. "Please don't take him from me!"

[lynxindisguise]

Hello it is mysterious corndog anon.... ready to bully you relentlessly to read about Sirius being little shit and this older powerful man being into it until he realizes how unstable he is... ready to take Cornelius down if he does not get what he wants and deservers <3 the potential is endless

So we meet again.

*throws snippet like a slab of meat and runs away*

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“Are you Mr. Fudge?”

Cornelius nods absently, tapping his quill against the inkwell.

“I need you to authorise these expenses.”

He extends his left hand, accepting the paperwork. After the briefest scan, he tuts. “This is formatted wrong. And you’re missing your supervisor’s signature. And the department head’s signature.”

“Ah.” A lazy scoff pulls Cornelius’s attention upward, to the young man—barely more than a boy—leaning against his desk. “Figured those were formalities. It’s you who makes the final say, isn’t it?”

The young man cocks his head—all cheekbones and jawline, artfully framed by silky black waves.

Cornelius clears his throat. “You look familiar. Who are you.”

He tenses, soft grey eyes hardening to steel. “I’m Sirius,” he swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing, “Black.”

“Ah, of course.” He’s the spit of Orion. And Walburga. Heinous folk. Useful allies. He offers back the paperwork. “Come back when you’ve done this properly, Mr. Black.”

Black just stares at it, nostrils flared. He opens his mouth to speak, then pauses, running his tongue along the edge of his teeth. “Rather comfortable at that desk, aren’t you?”

A few years ago, he might’ve been taken aback by such cheek. Now he knows it isn’t cheek at all; it’s entitlement, laziness. “I beg your pardon?”

But then Black’s eyes seize his with an iron grip, churning with a frightening earnestness. “A child has been cursed, Mr. Fudge. I need these items to break that curse. I’m meant to be helping people, not formatting paperwork and hunting down signatures!”

Cornelius studies him for a moment, this sparking wand of a boy—exquisitely carved beauty spurting with raw, chaotic power. It rattles something inside him, something he’s worked so very hard to contain.

“You should be careful with that fire of yours, Black. It won’t get you anywhere around here.”

Sirius Black leans in ever so slightly, a grin tugging at his lips. “Are you sure about that?”

[wanda-little-baby]

Rainy Run - Wanda x Readear

Summary: Retrace the path that led you to this point, starting at the lowest point.

Warnings: angst, a lot of angst also on the next chapter but it will be better

A/N: Please going easy with me its my first work ❤️!

Words: 1.654

This morning started like all the others, I woke up at 5 and after a cold shower I got dressed and left the compound to go running.

The temperature was still quite low, perfect for anything but not for running, typical of full spring here in New York. I decided to take a path to the nearby woods, just to change my routine, as I ran I noticed the rapid change of the already multi-colored leaves, almost ready to fall. Running, I began to remember all the times that for some reason, if only to disconnect the tension, I would take refuge there protected by the branches of the forest.

The first time was two years ago shortly after the Avengers rescued me from under the rubble of the building where I lived with my parents. At the time I was only sixteen and I still didn't know how to control my powers well, it often happened that when I felt very strong emotions I let them take the lead and bad things happened, like that time...

Immediately after I realized what I had done everything became dark and I thought I was going to die, at least I would stop suffering, hurting others and myself, but the universe had more in store for me. Suddenly a strong glow blinded my sight and prevented me from looking at the person who had raised the concrete slab above me, ending breaking the magical barrier that had self-created during the collapse, it took me a while to readjust to the light ... before realizing that the man in front of me was none other than Captain America!

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It all started with a simple quarrel, one of those things that mother and daughter have, but usually it does not end with a collapsing building, many victims and the Avengers walking in search of survivors or rather looking for you above the remains of that which until half an hour ago was your home.

With many wounds and unable to utter any meaningful words the only sounds were various moans accompanied by tears caused by both anger and sadness, offset by an excellent process of fainting. "Nat prepares the Quinjet, I found someone," Steve said as he pressed a finger into the earphone.

The slight moments between fainting caused by the huge blood loss were hardly enough to understand three things: the first was that Captain America was picking you up and carrying you somewhere, you were on a sort of plane headed for who knows what place, and in conclusion you were terribly ill ... for everything.

When I woke up I was in a kind of hospital bed with a nasal tube and an IV in my arm; it was like waking up from a nightmare one of those who make a "cold sweat" only this was true, it was all true. I carefully tried, even if still a little dazed, to look around me without picking up any clues as to where I was except perhaps that it was very expensive; trying to make a brief summary of all the memories suddenly, the emotions came back to the surface trapping my heart in an excruciating grip, instinctively I tried to get up by triggering a kind of strangely calm voice that warned me to stay calm because the "Mr. Stark" would have arrived soon, at those words it is as if a world had opened up to me "Mr. Stark, did you say? Iron Man? Where am I? Why am I here and especially where are my parents?" behind me suddenly a voice came up "Whoa, calm down, it's okay, how many questions, do you need something?".

Already the one in front of me was Tony Stark, until a few seconds ago I had only seen him on the news, but now he was right here and he asked me a question "No, I'm fine ..." were the only words that came out almost like a whisper "Ok it doesn't seem but ok for now I accept it" he said reducing the space "Let's start with order, what's your name?" "Y/n!" I almost shouted trying to escape from that situation "So, JARVIS made sure to get your clothes back, I don't think you want to stay in that shirt much longer," he said pointing to a chair in the corner with the clothes "Yeah, it's not very comfortable" I said quickly putting on my old clothes. "Ok Y/n, remember what happened, the reason for your injuries" without answering I lowered my eyes full of tears at the thought, it was enough. "Then I guess from the questions you know who I'm, right ?" without answering, I nodded slightly, "Well come with me I'll help you distract yourself, let's go talk to the others".

That was the first time I met the Avengers, but definitely not the last. At this point in the boulevard of memories the thing that brought me back to reality was a drop of water on my nose followed by others very quickly and in no time I became a walking puddle that ran quickly back to the compound.

Once I arrived, in a heartbeat I sneaked back into my room without wanting to wake anyone, and straight into the bathroom for a nice hot shower eliminating all the accumulated cold. The warmth of the shower allowed my mind to prepare to take another leap into the maze of my traumas.

I've always never liked introductions, all this embarrassment as if talking was the most humiliating thing in the world, it certainly didn't improve in this situation. Coming out of the room that "Tony" had said was some kind of infirmary he led me somewhere looking at me as if I were a broken vase about to split into many small pieces, he was right ... I had just killed my parents and it was all my fault.

"You know Y/N you can call me Tony if you like" "you're very quiet eh" "don't press too hard, you'll like them" I continued to follow him without however countering his constant attempts to open a conversation because it wasn't the most important thing, I had to knowing where my parents were, why I was there, what Earth's mightiest heroes wanted from a simple girl unfortunate enough to have powers she can't handle.

At the end of the one-sided chat he motioned me to enter a "conference room", I don't have time to take the first step that all the eyes of the four people inside were turned to me, their looks were filled with sorrow mixed with fear ...

... if I had known, I would have too

"Where are my parents !? Are they okay?" Were the first words I said to break the awkward silence, words that only later would I regret having uttered; Bruce, who at that time did not yet know sayed "Your parents .... your parents died under the rubble".

At those words it was as if everything collapsed but at the same time clear, it was my fault, from that belief my body collapsed to the ground bent in an excruciating spiral of pain all around, pain that became anger to be the cause of everything that, anger at being too weak to handle these powers, anger at not dying with them and surviving, all of this pain almost exploded inside me, almost.

All this happened in a few seconds, making only a glimpse of what was inside me on the outside, immediately Steve, as usual, rushed to "save" the same girl for the second time in the same day "Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you, we heard about the explosion and came to check its source, we didn't know it was you but we're not here to question you "he said with a rather sorry tone looking at the rest of the team; "For the moment you can stay here if you want. Tony, we have a room for her right?" "Yes, of course we have Steve, when there are only 5 of us and most of us are never there" "is it my fault that I have a life?" with my eyes barely open I caught a glimpse of a man laughing together with a redhead "no Clint, it's just that we are very busy no matter how but we are" said the redhead, moderating her laughter, looking back at me.

Seeing that scene, uncommon people laughing and joking as if they were old friends brought out a faint smile flickering enough for Steve to break away and try to compose himself. "I think I'll accept, I have nowhere else to go" I stammered trying to get up trying not to sink in shame for having collapsed in front of people who don't even know me, "you don't have to be ashamed, the pain will pass over time, you just have to find it, for now it is understandable that you want to let off steam "I looked up just to see the other woman smiling at me "by the way, I'm Natasha "she said approaching" I would like to go to this hypothetical room now, if only I knew where" with a still scared look I answered trying to stop all these people getting closer and closer; "Yes, of course, this way," said Tony, picking up the subject again and pointing to the exit.

He led me through a quiet corridor filled with rooms to what I understood was going to be where I was staying. Before I took refuge inside ready to cry he said in a worried tone "If you need something, anything, just a nod, for the moment we should all stay here" nodding I said a miserable "Thank you" before letting go of the handle and to be alone again at the mercy of silence, in pain as it should be after what I had done.

[clatterbane]

Stew prep well underway! 😎

That bowl at the back is mostly carrots, with one fairly big turnip on top. There's also plenty more celery hiding under the onion in the other bowl. I'm going to cube up a few potatoes while the meat and onion/celery is doing its first stint under pressure, then add the other veggies and most of the seasoning for the main stewing.

Other important components!

Yep, that appears to be BONG brand Better Than Bouillon equivalent. 😁 Which is a very popular thing here.

Mr. C kindly cut up the meat, even though he's been doing a laundry marathon all afternoon. That is a tad bigger pieces than I was looking for, so I guess tonight the stew is extra chunky! It did look to be very nice slab of chuck, with plenty of marbling. 😋

(ETA: Yep, I couldn't resist grabbing one of the smaller pieces out after browning it with some extra onion. Absolutely delicious as-is!)

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Repeat Offender: Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Bonten!Rindou knows exactly how to get your heart: Money, booze, and a lot of flattery.

wc: 1.6k

tw: NSFW

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"Why won't you just let me have you?"

The question is posed as Rindou Haitani has you (willingly) pinned against the wall of the private office, your hands fiddling with the edge of your skirt.

"You're always in my dreams, and--"

"I don't mix business and pleasure, Mr. Haitani."

"I can't sleep anymore," the man whispers, leaning into you and pressing his erection against your thigh. "Don't you want me?" You look away, partially denying yourself, and partially revealing your attraction. "You smell so good, too. Is that Dior?"

"I have to go," you whisper, pushing off of the wall and out of Rindou's grasp before gathering your files and leaving the office in a rush. Rindou straightens his tie, his eyes following you as you hurry back to your office down the hallway.

And at that moment, Rindou determined that he wouldn't let you slip away a second time.

Even if he had to break a few necks or spend thousands of dollars to have you.

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You're walking out of your apartment when you see the flashy two-seater pull up, the familiar face of your colleague flashing through the window. But it's not a workday.

"Y/n!"

You try to reach for your car keys, but you find you can't quite move, and Rindou is already getting out of his vehicle. "Get in," he breathes, but you stand your ground, looking at Rindou in the eye with a straight face. "Listen, I wanted to apologize for yesterday."

"Don't worry about it." Your fingers suddenly work as you try to fish your keys out, and you touch your key fob as Rindou walks up to you, eyes serious.

"Come on. We're going shopping." When he grabs your wrist, you let out a soft gasp, but follow him to his car anyway. When you're safely inside, he drives off, humming along with the classical music playing in the car. You try to keep your eyes on the road, but you feel something pooling in your stomach at the thought of one of your flashier co-workers taking you shopping.

"Do you do this with every girl you find attractive?" The question slips out without prompting, and Rindou looks over at you curiously.

"No. Just you." When you arrive at the upscale shopping center, you bite your lip, looking at all of the signs for labels you can't afford. Rindou seems to notice your hesitation and places a hand on your waist, smiling at you with his violet eyes. "Where do you want to start?"

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"You know all of this won't buy my affection."

"I know," Rindou murmurs, looking down at his watch and sighing as the valet takes his time fetching the car. "But it can sway it, right?" The assistant holding your items behind you is panting with the exertion, and for a moment, you feel bad for them. Rindou had encouraged you to buy whatever you wanted, waving his hand and having the shops charge it to his invisible account. He even encouraged you to try on lingerie, but you'd declined to do so, alternately purchasing an expensive robe and calling it good.

When the car arrives to take you away, you reach over to grab your bags. "Uh-uh." Rindou swats your hand away and you shrink back, watching as he opens the trunk and then your door. You slide into the seat, watching him hand the valet and assistant a hundred-dollar bill each, then getting into the car himself.

"Where to next?"

"My place." You swallow hard as Rindou weaves through the lanes of traffic, wondering if you'd really make it to his undoubtedly fancy residence in one piece. Should you really be going to your co-worker's home? Especially after he's bought you thousands of dollars worth of custom clothing, accessories, and Williams Sonoma items? "Don't worry, I won't try anything." Rindou whispers as he pulls up to the gated community, flashing a small smile in the guard's direction.

The metal gate squeals open, revealing houses you could only imagine in your wildest dreams, and Rindou drives on, chuckling at your shocked expression. If you thought that he lived in a fancy house, you were wrong.

He lives in a mansion.

"I live here with my older brother, but he's out of town for the week." The comment is accompanied by the opening of another gate, and Rindou drives through it, clearing his throat. "We have a few rooms to choose from should you want to stay the night."

Stay the night?

"Is there anything you want to eat?" He wonders innocently, parking the car. "I can let the chef know."

"Um..." You stare at the white stucco mansion in awe, blinking a few times before you hear Rindou laugh, getting out of the car.

"I'll let you think about it, sweetheart." Your stomach leaps at the nickname, and you exit the car before he can open the door for you.

"Mr. Haitani, welcome back." A maid greets Rindou at the door, her eyes roaming over your appearance with interest. "Should I prepare a room for Ms...?"

"Ms. Y/n. Yes, thank you." You walk past the marble foyer and statues of famous figures around the staircase, following Rindou up the red-carpeted steps and to the second floor. "There's an infinity pool out back if you want to take a dip and a steam room as well. If you get hungry, the kitchen is on the first floo--" Rindou's phone rings suddenly, and you stand akimbo as he picks it up, frowning. "Talk to me."

Your eyes look out of the windows overlooking the backyard - which is filled with a koi pond, the infinity pool, and a few lounge chairs placed around the edge of it. You question how much he and his brother paid for this monstrosity, just as Rindou finishes up his phone call.

"I have to go for a little bit. I should be back within an hour, so make yourself comfortable. I apologize for the intrusion." Rindou takes your hand and gives it a quick kiss before walking down the stairs and leaving you alone.

You find yourself at the edge of the infinity pool an hour later, full of pasta cooked by the chef and dressed in the one-piece black swimsuit you bought earlier. You unwrap the towel from around your waist and dip a foot into the semi-cold water before immersing yourself in it and paddling to the edge of the pool in the evening light.

There's a steep drop-off at the edge, shielding your fall only with a thick border of glass. You suddenly imagine Rindou making business partners who displease him walk over the edge and fall down into the nothingness below. Well, there is something. But the marble slab looks quite far down, and really uncomfortable to drop onto.

"You're going for a swim, huh." You turn to see Rindou walking toward you, a smile on his normally serious face. "Mind if I join you?"

"But you're in a suit." Rindou raises a brow, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the ground before undoing the buttons on his shirt. And you can't help but watch him undress, revealing the massive tattoo scrolling down his left side. You look away as he takes off his pants, and you don't look back at him until you hear him splash into the water, swimming to you under the water. "Rindou!" He resurfaces just before he reaches your legs, grabbing your shoulders and laughing without restraint.

"Come here, pretty girl," he chuckles, pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss is tender, almost too tender for Rindou Haitani, but you lace your arms around his neck and his hands slide down to your waist. When he breaks the kiss, you whimper softly, and he leans forward again, cupping your face and kissing you over and over again. "Is this okay?" Rindou finally asks, his violet eyes searching yours.

"Yes," you exhale, eyes fluttering open. "Yes."

Water splashes around your hips as Rindou grinds into you, holding you close as his erection grows, again, rubbing against your thigh. You tangle your tongue with his, releasing all doubts and inhibitions before lean back, letting him kiss down your neck.

"We should take this to the shower," you whisper, and Rindou hums.

"Anything you want, baby."

Your moans fill the bathroom as Rindou slides against you, breath hot on your neck as you lean against the tile with his hands roaming over your backside.

"Should probably fuck you before we clean up."

He presses the head of his cock into you, groaning as your slick lubricates him enough so he can slide past your lips before pulling out and pushing back in. "So tight..." You bounce back on his dick, taking control of the interaction as he grunts and moans, holding your neck in his strong hand. His other hand creeps down to your folds and parts them, fingers hurriedly searching for your clit. When he finds it - you jerk in his palm and that lets him know - he rubs it with two fingers, making small, quick circles. "You're so wet for me."

"I want it so bad," you keen, and Rindou nods.

"I know. You've wanted this for a while, haven't you?" His voice in your ear is sinful, but you nod, closing your eyes. "Yeah, I know you have." You gasp as his hips drive into yours, making a slapping sound in the shower.

"Rin... ah, I'm..."

"Gonna cum for me? You gonna cum, beautiful?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." you pant, gripping the wrist that's attached to the hand rubbing your clit faster. "I--" You inhale deeply, pulsing around Rindou's cock as he continues his motions, leaving you a shaking, moaning mess.

"That's a good girl," Rindou hisses, kissing your jawline. "Now give me a few minutes to draw one more out of you before I cum, okay? Think you can handle that?"

"Anything you want, babe. Anything you want."