#closes briefcase and puts on sunglasses

[zweiginator]

patrick is a grunter and art is a whiner

[v4narana-w0nderl4nd]

Aranara Mafia AU

-> Pt. 1

It's been a few weeks since the disappearance of the "Impostor", and things still aren't turning out for the best, every nation is going through a horrible famine.

It got so bad to the point where Mondstadt had to ration their food and some shops went bankrupt from how dry the land was.

The issue is, even if they had land, no matter how many seeds they buy to grow fruits or vegetables, they'd always disappear overnight. The Acting Grandmaster, Jean, suspects that the treasure hoarders have been stealing grain and the missing stock of seeds.

One day, on a late night stroll, she finally caught a treasure hoarder stealing from a closed shop near Dawn Winery. She tied him up and brought him back to the Knights of Favonius' headquarters to be interrogated.

Weirdly enough, during the interrogation, the treasure hoarder seemed to be distracted, he seemed to be getting paler every minute, stuttering and on the verge of screaming at every question given.

But suddenly, mid-interrogation, there was a knock.

Jean and the treasure hoarder notices this, but Jean ignores it and continues interrogating.

After a few seconds, the door slams open.

A small... cabbage..? In a suit with sunglasses came in, holding a briefcase. It sets the briefcase on Jean's desk before disappearing.

The treasure hoarder also disappears.

She then opens the briefcase, and inside of it was some mora, and leaves with some weird drawings and writings on it.

Jean is currently wondering if Lisa put something in her tea, or if overworking herself has been taking a toll on her mental health.

Meanwhile, in Vanarana

The treasure hoarder, who was being interrogated, is now being lectured, sworn at and kicked in the shins by around 6 aranara, who circle him.

The Creator sometimes regrets showing the Aranara movies with Mafia in them

-> Pt. 2

[strawberry-jan]

I had thought that my days of writing long fandom effort-posts were behind me but then I finished Gaiden and welp, here I am. I ugly sobbed at the ending and then spent the next several hours ugly sobbing in textual form at friends. I have some thoughts; I am going to put a few spoiler-heavy ones (read: a lot of them) under the cut after this brief (read: lengthy) spoiler-free introduction.

Y6 and Y7 left me feeling like the writers should’ve just retired Kiryu from the series after Y5, even if it meant leaving him lying there in the snow and never following up on whether he’d actually made it back to Haruka or was just dreaming. I have complained at length about nearly every aspect of Y6, but since it’s directly relevant to my feelings about Gaiden, let me state my gripe with the ending specifically: it was an absolutely bizarre move to position that game’s ending (1) after Y5 and (2) within a game that hits the player over the head repeatedly with the message that setting yourself on fire to keep other people warm is a mistake that hurts not only you but also those around you.

Kiryu walks down the sunny path away from Morning Glory at the end of Y6, and everything about the framing suggests that even though it’s bittersweet, it ultimately tends toward sweet: the old generation has made way for the new, Yuta is there to look after Haruka in Kiryu’s place (don't get me started on this), and his family is safe for good. The problem with this is that it’s a shit resolution considering the game’s themes and also a devastating ending specifically for Kiryu. We’ve just come off the heels of Y5, where it’s more obvious than ever that you hardly need to scratch Kiryu's default-frowny surface to find a warm, caring man who badly needs to be with the people he loves. Exiling himself to Nagasugai made him unspeakably unhappy; what he wants, and what everyone in his family wants, is to be together, and this is something that Y6 harps on initially and then forgets in its ending. Walking away from Morning Glory forever is condemning himself to a lingering death and neither Y6 nor Y7 acknowledges this meaningfully. (Y7, in fact, is infuriating about this; Kiryu’s cameo there felt so cheap and unnecessary that I, one of the man’s biggest fans, was irritated at seeing him there.) It would have been kinder to just kill him outright at the end of Y6.

In that context, Gaiden feels like an apology that also tells you, gently, that we're at the end of an era - for real this time.

Like a Dragon Gaiden: The Man Who Still Thinks Sunglasses Are a Proper Disguise is a roughly 25-hour outing (depending on how much time you sink into mahjong and whether you can get over your embarrassment long enough to close your blinds and watch the painfully awkward live-action hostess videos) in which the writers spend most of the run-time reassuring you, “Yes, actually, we do understand this character and the ramifications of his decision.” There are so many points in the story where it comes up that his family is the one thing that Kiryu wants and the one thing he can’t have. He’s explicit about his desire; you can go so far as to ask a wish-granting vagrant in a silly substory full of Dragon Ball (and also ball) jokes to give him his happy, peaceful life back, because even when Kiryu’s up to his balls in testicular puns, that’s what’s on his mind. There’s no façade that he puts up; the game simply acknowledges this want and goes, “Yes, that was the lesson you learned and discarded; sorry that you can’t act on it anymore, but that window closed in 2016 when you decided to die instead of taking the briefcase full of cash.”

So. This is sad enough. But what really broke me about the ending – and what I know really broke a lot of other people – was the fact that it’s so devastatingly clear that even if Kiryu were to have taken the Omi’s terrible offer to do away with Hanawa and get himself back to Okinawa, it wouldn’t have mattered. I think the writers were very deliberate about having everyone refer to the “kids in Okinawa” (yes, also in Japanese) when they make threats toward Kiryu’s family or talk about his desire to see them again. Kiryu thinks of them as his kids, but when he looks at the recording on Hanawa’s tablet, he sees adults with adult jobs and adult lives of their own. They love him, but their world has moved on without him, and there are no “kids in Okinawa” to return to; all this time, Kiryu has been clinging to a vision of his peaceful life with his kids that doesn’t exist and, in fact, cannot exist anymore. The series has always taken place (barring the spinoffs) roughly in the present moment with real time passing between entries, and I’ve never felt it so painfully acutely as I did in that moment when Kiryu realizes that Haruto can write.

And this is all of a piece, I think, with the speech he gives earlier in the game about wanting to do right by Kazama, Nishiki, and Yumi – more idealized visions of people he once knew and still loves. Hell, even though I’m disappointed not to get the fanservice that would’ve been Kiryu talking to Daigo, Majima, and Saejima at length, none of those members of the old guard have interacted with him since he left the hospital and went to jail at the start of Y6. It’s not just his kids who have moved on: Daigo is doing things for himself without sneaking back into Suzuki Taichi’s life to beg him for advice, and though Majima does roll his eye at Kiryu and tell him to stick around for a bit after the brawl (and the little knife-throw made me go hohohoh because I'm shameless and will take whatever scraps the studio deigns to give me), he and Saejima are bickering and joking around with each other like an old married couple. They’ve moved on, too, and Kiryu’s world is ghosts all the way down.

It's not all miserable, of course. I do genuinely love that Kiryu’s kids are happy, and although Kiryu sobs that he needed them more than they needed him, that seems more like a function of his chronically low self-esteem than anything based in reality. You can tell that the Morning Glory kids regarded him as a positive force in their lives and that they still do as adults – Taichi, for instance, says that he decided to be a firefighter because he wanted to protect people like Kiryu did. Kiryu’s family looked up to him but, crucially, without falling into the cycle that Kiryu did when he looked up to his own father figure. And it really warms my heart that clearly Haruka has been telling Haruto about her dad, such that the kid knows enough about oji-san to draw a picture of him with the rest of his family. I think a lot of other media’s writers would have chosen to make the Morning Glory kids bitter about Kiryu’s absence, to have them resent their dad for repeatedly disappearing on them. Maybe they did in fact feel upset with him for a while, but the video presents them all as happy and hopeful that maybe someday their not-dead dad will come back to have a drink with them – and I do hope that Y8 allows this to happen in some way. It wouldn’t be a return to his old life, but it would be something.

Anyway: I’d feel weird about talking at such great length about all of this without talking about the Big Dissolution Brawl and everything around it. It's all connected, after all. Just as Kiryu comes to the painful acknowledgement that his little world has moved on, so too does he have to beat it into Shishido’s skull that the organization that he’s still clinging to is a thing of the past. It’s not just that anti-Yakuza laws are making it more difficult for them to function and that the police and politicians have found ways to use them as scapegoats and pawns. It’s also that everyone who’s been in the business long enough understands that even the best men among them are still bastards and their organizations aren’t worth saving. Tsuruno – probably my favourite new character – is a fiercely loyal man who’s known for taking guys like Shishido under his wing; he also has no compunctions about plotting to murder Hanawa, threatening Kiryu’s family as a manipulation tactic, threatening Kiryu himself with a red-hot branding iron, and using Kiryu as an accessory to murder. Notable cool dude Watase made use of the Kijin Clan because their assassination services were necessary for him to get ahead, and he and Tsuruno readily discard Nishitani III the second he becomes a liability – gotta break a few eggs to make an omelet, after all. (I am not going into anything else about whatever the writers thought they were doing with Nishitani. I think there was something to do there with the game's interest in names and legacy but then, in classic RGG Studio fashion, they forgot to elaborate on it in any meaningful way.) For the first time since the late 80s, Kiryu is even forced to explicitly consider Kazama’s faults – albeit only briefly, and only in a substory.

Shishido himself wants to be the final boss of a previous game as if there's some kind of throne left to contend for (and his final fight is actually pretty reminiscent of the brawl with Aizawa, a high point in the series). And, at Kiryu’s insistence, he’s allowed to get out his blustering final speech about it – but he shouts about refusing to allow the old guard to dismantle the structure he’s ascended while everyone around him who actually matters is standing there, like, “Dude, the Tojo and Omi are over; read the room.” We're playing through the epilogue to Kiryu's saga, and we're seeing everything that drove that saga's conflicts being tied up or taken apart as needed. The kids will be alright no matter what happens to Kiryu, and while we already saw the Tojo Clan bite it in Y7 after its long decline over the course of the series, we're finally seeing that from the perspective of the guy who prolonged things by shoving Daigo into the chairman's seat and coming back to Kamurocho once a year or so for a Millennium Tower punch-out. Kiryu even acknowledges that, like Shishido, he loves this shit - "You hear someone out there's stronger... And soon your only thought is how to defeat them," he tells the man. But he goes on to say that that dream is meaningless in the face of other people's daily struggles. Again, it's time for everyone to move on. It's time for you as the player to move on, and you're being given one last real-time shirt-rip brawl against a man who won't accept that the era is over in order to underscore the point that it's over.

I’m not entirely sure how to finish this already too long post. There's a lot I haven't even touched on. I will say that I love Hanawa and Akame and Tsuruno. I love going back to Sotenbori. I love yet another game in which I can slam through the koi-koi and mahjong completion lists. I love all the callbacks and the sequence in the castle where you fight not-Kiryu and they've given him Gun and Sword like some kind of budget Sakamoto Ryoma. I love playing dress-up with my big burly guy. I love everything about the big boys’ night out in Chapter 4. I love that immediately after being tortured by Daidoji agents Kiryu can wander into the next room over to ask for a turn on their Sega Master System. I love how funny this game is when it's not socking me repeatedly in the gut. More than anything, I love that even though Kiryu’s enduring the world’s most drawn-out death sentence he’s still Kiryu and he’ll still snark at people and get really into little cars and involve himself in people's problems at the drop of a hat. I wish that I’d gotten to see Kiryu getting tripe with the old Tojo guard at the end of the game, but that’s what fic is for. I will not be writing that fic any time soon because I’m still way too deep in my feelings about this game to write anything cheerful about it. As I said, Gaiden feels like an apology, and while it made me cry harder than a video game has ever made me cry before, I’m so happy to have received it.

[deceasedream69]

The new comission member

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Even tho, Five and I weren't siblings, I can confirm we're closer than most of his siblings. Which was what led them to always be bothering us like we're little teens in love, we may look like teens, but we're not, and we, specially, aren't in love.

But our relationship started to change when we found ourselves in 1963. The pression was higher, the fighting, among all of us, was constant, it was everything too much, that's why I decided I needed some air.

I took a cig out while I walked in front of all the, now closing, stores around the city. It was around 5, the sun was still out, but it was to be soon replaced by the moon, just a few more minutes. A lot of people were walking around at that time, I wasn't so far from home, that's why I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings.

-"hi!", said a girl with short brown hair in front of me, extending her arms for a hug. I was sure there was someone behind me she was expecting to hold, so I put my head down and continued walking, trying to walk around her.

-"don't be rude, tiffany!", she said grabbing my arm and hugging me by surprise. "it's not nice", her voice sounded like a cartoon, like when you talk to a baby. I soon felt my eyelids fall and my body go numb, I couldn't remember anything after that.

Five's pov

I can't believe she just abandoned me, I'm just trying to fix everything around here. Been doing this for years without resting one day. Maybe I just need to lay down for a bit... no, no time for that.

Y/n's pov

I wake up, tied up obviously. There's no one there in the room with me, it's pretty dark, it was already night time. I don't think any of my moron "siblings", even if they aren't my siblings, are going to notice my disappearance, I'll have to find a way out by myself.

No one else comes into the room for the rest of the night.

Five's pov

Coffee here sucks, but I don't have time to be picky either. I need to work on a way to get a briefcase from the comission. Going back is not an option, maybe the handler is up to a deal today, but first I need to find my partner in those types of missions, where the hell is she?

I checked the entire house and she wasn't there, there was no other place to go for the night, she didn't have money for a hotel... I'm trying to think positive here, I don't see why she wouldn't be okay now.

Y/n's pov

A cold bucket of water is dropped on me to wake me up, that's when I also felt the neckpain of sleeping while sitting. I gasped for some air before focusing on the people in front of me, two ladies, the girl from yesterday... and of course, the handler.

-"Well, well, well. Look who's awake, very good Lila. Now what we prepared"

Her name's Lila, probably my replacement. She nodded and left the room for a bit.

-"You and your partner are not where you belong, alongside with your... very curious pack of siblings"

I just stood silent, not even making eye contact, even if those aren't my siblings. I despise this woman.

-"Not speaking, huh? We'll see what we can do about that", and with that she grabbed me by my chin to make me look at her, tho, it was useless, she was wearing sunglasses, both of them were, very clever.

But having here so close, I couldn't miss my chance, I kicked her as hard as I could, she fell, and her sunglasses too. But she quickly covered hey eyes with her hand. I spotted the sunglasses and crashed them with my boot.

She clicked her tongue.

-"now, that was my mistake", she laughed. "You, as always, are a pain in the ass". And with that Lila joined us again.

-"Mom, are you okay?", she ran next to the handler.

Mom? I thought. She must be stolen.

-"yes, yes, I just don't have my glasses anymore, don't take your off", she stopped her from giving her the other pair, she stood up and got another pair from inside her dress. "you really think you're so smart, don't worry darling, the sooner you start to obey us, the sooner you'll be it"

Five's pov

Luther and Diego are completely useless, they even got Elliot dead at this point. I running out of time, patience and still y/n hasn't come back yet, so add that one to my list of worries. I gotta find her.

Y/n's pov

Lila took out a mirror after some cables were connected to the chair I was sitting on.

-"you know what we want"

-"I'm not falling into the comission's hands again"

-"suit yourself", and with that she pushed a little button that made my entire body feel the electricity coming from the cables they connected. It just lasted a few seconds, but it hurted like hell.

-"you don't have to make this hard for yourself, darling"

Five's pov

I don't even know where to begin. Well, I know she went out for a walk yesterday, but these streets seem very peaceful. I walked the line of stores she probably walked yesterday while inspecting every single person and store. But there wasn't anything unusual. Until I got to the butchery. I just had a gut feeling.

Y/n's pov

I couldn't take it anymore, it was either a shock or getting punched by Lila. I was a mess, I'm starving and I don't know how longer am I gonna stay conscious.

-"Fine...", I whispered.

Lila quickly took the mirror againg, lifting it right at my face. I coughed a few times before focusing. My eyes started to glow.

-"what should I say?"

-"I heard a rumor you obeyed the handler's orders"

I repeated what she said, I don't remember anything after that.

Five's pov

There's no butcher in town now, but there's no y/n either. Where could she possibly go. I don't think she'll just leave us... forever... not me at least... or so I hope.

I came back to the house, I needed to check on my siblings. I entered the house, everything was suspiciously quiet. That's when I noticed a trail of blood that lead upstairs.

-"Diego?" I rushed to check on him, but it was just a doll with a wig. I knew something was really off.

That's when he came out of nowhere. He tried to shot me but I quickly teleported behind him, grabbing him by the throat and making him drop the gun. He was wearing a mask, probably one of Diego's friends. Heturned around and tried to punch me but I grabbed his arm. Teleporting behind him and kicking him to the ground, then pulling his hair and putting a knife to his throat.

-"What do you want from me?"

He didn't say a word. Lifting his hands in surrender, but I had to be cautious.

-"why are you here?"

He grabbed my arm and flipped us, pushing me away from him and making me drop the knife. He kicked me and I fell on a table, he grabbed me from my throat and took his mask off.

-"I heard a ru-", I quickly punched her and she backed away.

-"y/n?!"

She didn't say anything, she ran to me. Jumping and tangling her legs on my shoulders, making us turn, she dropped me to the floor. She grabbed my arm and twisted it, making me scream in pain.

-"Y/n! stop!"

She didn't listen to me, it was like she was possesed. I teleported and hit her on the head, she fell and for a brief second I could saw in her eyes the real y/n. So I hit her again, this time harder.

She fell, she wasn't moving anymore.

-"hope you enjoyed fighting against my new agent"

-"She lost"

-"did she?"

I started to feel a tingling sensation across my body. I blinked a few times and that's when I felt the needle still in my arm.

-"you son of a-"

Handler's pov

I finally got the loving birds together, now I just had to wait for them to wake up to continue with my plan. Those two plus Lila, the comission was going to be unstoppable.

[captain-mj]

*slides briefcase across the table*

You know what I’m here for.

(Please please give them both animal ears and wings. Please I will kill myself if you don’t🥰🥰)

If you want to read this as König being mildly obsessive or that his species actually has soulmates, that is up to you guys. Vote in the comments or something lol

If you guys want a part 2, send me an ask!!

König stalked through the underbrush, listening closely. He felt distinctly out of place in this heavily plant filled area. Brambles and vines clung to his legs as he walked. 

The trees weren’t too bad though. Tall and looming. 

His presence must’ve scared everything living off besides a few chirping bird. 

There was no indication he could really point out. Nothing that screamed you’re about to be attacked. 

He knew though. Right as the person descended on him. Huge moth like wings blocking out the goddamn sun as the blade flashed in their hand. 

König dodged it at the last second, pulling out his own knife. 

The person was… tiny. Well, for his species, he was probably a fine height. But König was close to 8’6 and this tiny person looked to be 5’10. Their wings flared out to make themself look bigger, the leather armor clinging to him. It was a fair bit more conservative to König’s. His face covered, sunglasses on. 

König’s own armor was metal pieces over his sensitive areas with fishnet like material to connect them. It was meant for ease of movement where this person’s looked to be made more to take hits. 

“Tiny…” König mumbled.

The person started to talk at him, but he didn’t understand the language. He moved closer to him and the person lashed out, their blades meeting in the air. 

Their wings were so pretty. König wondered what they’d feel like. Furry? Maybe?

König hummed and stared down at him. He was still hissing curses at him but he didn’t magically understand the language anymore than he did when he first started speaking. 

“König.” He said to the person before pointing at himself, not at all bothered by the blade that kept swinging at him.

The person paused and König repeated it, trying to show that was his name.

“Horangi.” He provided after a moment before trying to rush him. Why they were fighting was lost on König. Maybe he had accidentally got on his territory?

König grabbed his arm and flipped him to the ground, pinning him down with his weight against Horangi’s back. His thighs were on either side of his hips, hand on the space between his shoulders. 

Horangi looked… embarrassed. König could just barely see his eyes behind the dark glass over them. 

“Don’t feel bad. I am ve-” Horangi did a move, flipping them over. He put the blade to König’s throat.

König looked up at him. Oh. He was very pretty. The wings blotted out the sun, making shadows fall around him. His hands settled on his hips. His own skin had swirls of gold all over it, making dizzying patterns that in a way complimented the dark splotches of Horangi’s wings. He blinked up at Horangi, smiling. 

Horangi looked irritated at him, though substantially less angry. Blade pressed harder against his throat. König exposed his throat more in response. His hood covered all of his face but his eyes, but even through the fabric, the blade still managed to press right against his jugular. 

König flipped them again, this time between Horangi’s legs, his hands pressing the wings down. They were furry feeling. And very soft. Horangi immediately started to kick at him but seeing as König was between his legs, it didn’t really work. His arms went to hit him and he caught his wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head. 

It didn’t really occur to König how intimate the position probably felt until Horangi looked at where his hips were pressed against Horangi’s inner thighs. 

Ah. 

Oops?

Horangi stared at him, a flush clear on the little bit of skin König could see. He pressed the tiniest bit closer. 

His team wouldn’t be there for a while since they split up. 

König got flustered and went to pull away but Horangi’s legs wrapped around him and pulled him back. Ah. He could’ve easily pulled away. Horangi wasn’t in the position to get much leverage, even though König could feel the strong muscles underneath. 

It wouldn’t be a crime to… He pressed just a tiny bit closer, despite how flustered he was. Horangi purred, rolling his hips. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

König flushed and gently let go of his wrists to grab his waist instead. Tiny. He rolled his hips back, feeling a delightful pressure against his bulge. 

After some consideration, he pulled on Horangi’s laces, watching the armor loose before he could take his pants off. Horangi immediately smirked at him and even through the mask, König could see it. 

How come even though he was pinned and König was the one pulling at his clothing did it still feel that Horangi was in control?

König flushed and suddenly felt rather embarrassed but he pressed closer, wanting more. Horangi took König’s clothes off quickly, wings fluttering slightly with excitement. They started to grind against each other before König got his hands on him, turning him over so he was on his front. 

Horangi went to pull away and König bound his hands, stroking his wings gently. He followed the outline of them and watched him tense before shuddering into his grip. König had oil in his gear for his weapons that he poured over his fingers to gently push into Horangi. One hand stayed on his shoulder to keep him down, hearing his gasp of surprise followed by very soft moans. It was so sweet sounding. 

König purred at him and laid over his back as he worked him open. With how small he was, König wanted to be careful. He kept his mask on and gave Horangi the same dignity, nuzzling against his shoulder. Horangi’s eyes were closed tight as he moaned and whined, pressing back against his fingers. His eyelashes fluttered as König’s fingers dug in deeper. 

König pulled away and got the rest of his gear off, keeping Horangi pinned. He glanced up at König, batting his eyelashes and trying to look at him. 

König got flustered and quickly tried to distract. His body was… He had more of the swirls and scars and he did not find himself very pretty. He very much doubted Horangi would find him pretty. 

Instead, he lined up, wrapping his arms around him so his back was pressed to König’s chest. 

“I know you can’t understand me, but just relax.” König cooed and Horangi flushed more, leaning up. The binds on his wrist kept him from moving too much. Gently, carefully, he pushed into him, surprised by how warm he felt. He was also so perfectly tight. 

Horangi tensed up and König gently rubbed his back until he relaxed again so he could keep pushing into him. 

“Good boy.” 

Horangi murmured something in his own language at him, legs shaking slightly. König held his hips to keep him stable, not wanting him to fall. He thrust in, hearing Horangi wail. 

“You’re so much more sensitive than my previous partners.” König mumbled to him. “I want to… touch you more. Your skin is so soft.” His hands trailed down his sides, feeling him all over. He gently tugged his wings and Horangi’s back arched, a soft moan breaking from his mouth. 

His thrust grew faster and he did… something that had Horangi scratching at his binds, trying to shove him back against him. 

König flipped him on to his back again, pinning his tied hands above his head as he thrust into him again. His cock made a small bulge in Horangi’s stomach and if he had the time, he’d love to mark the area. Honestly, he wanted to stay there and mark every inch of Horangi. Bite and lick his way across his whole body. 

But they were two strangers and not much else. He shouldn’t get so attached. They also didn’t have much time. 

König put his forehead on Horangi’s and thrust in again, getting the same result as before. He pounded into the nerves in Horangi’s body, feeling him start to tense and pant. Horangi yanked out of his grip to yank his mask down. His fingers tangled themselves into König’s hood as his head fell back. 

König looked at his gorgeous face. The soft skin, the scars on either side of his mouth that looked like whiskers. He wondered where they got there. 

He wasn’t paying attention.

Horangi lifted his mask and kissed him. 

König felt panicked. Did Horangi’s species considering this as intimate as König’s did? 

His heart started to pound as he melted into Horangi. 

Something curled through his thoughts. 

My heart. 

My stars.

My love. 

König came in him, quickly stroking Horangi to help him finish. He’d have to take him home. He would have to get his bed fixed so it would be shorter. The way it was Horanig would have a problem getting on it. 

Horangi came and then sank his teeth into his bindings, ripping straight through it. He flipped König before standing up and stretching. 

“What are you…” Horangi shut him up with another kiss and König’s eyes closed instinctively. 

Please keep kissing me. 

Horangi pulled away and was gone before König even opened his eyes. He had to clean himself up, alone. This feeling was not nearly as nice as the feeling of being kissed. 

“König.” His hand swiveled to see Ghost of all people. Catching him crying. Ah, that’s embarrassing. “You okay?”

“I… uh…”

“You reek of sex.” 

“I think I found my soulmate and they left!” König threw himself at Ghost who grimaced.

“Oh… Wow. Um.. Huh…”

“They kissed me. Twice!”

Ghost pulled away. “Seriously?? Twice? And they just left you?”

“Yes!”

Ghost patted him, which was a bit awkward since König was almost a foot taller than him. “Don’t worry buddy. Uh.. Shit look this is more Price’s thing. If it’s meant to be, I’m sure you’ll see him again?”

König started to cry again.

“Okay, okay. Um.. Do you want me to help you lookkfor him?” Ghost did not look the happiest about this idea.

“Yes, please.”

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

This one is really long, sorry!! Take your time responding to these! Also, I apologize for any mistakes 💺 anon

1) In a previous ask, I mentioned WD's (and Wolf's) loyalty to his wife and how Tan is the same so imagine he finds out both wd's and wolf's (+ shigeru kimura) wives died because of what they do or as a failed assassination attempt and he becomes more protective of us (if that's even possible)

2) Speaking of what he does, because of it I think our wedding is small, maybe a few close friends and omg imagine Lem pronounces us husband and wife??

3) Slow dancing with him?? One of his hand gently holding yours, the other one resting on your back, touching foreheads while slowly moving in the dimly lit room 🫠

4) This has been on my mind for quite a while, comparing hand sizes. We're the one who ask him to hold his hand out for us so we can make the comparison and you can see a faint smile as he sees the differences

5) Do you think he gifts us more rings so we match with him?

6) We talked about how he has tattoos that resembles us, how would he react if we got one that resembles him?

7) Ok now more of him after he shaved hehe !! "I won't be riding your face anymore" we tell him and he just freezes. The following days he'll leave lots of kisses down our stomach, doing anything to make us change our mind (it would honestly be so hot to hear him beg for us sm)

8) I really wish to know how the conversation after breaking the bed would go

9) In the novel this man is obsessed with books, so what do you think he likes to read?

10) Also you are so right about what kind of songs he listens to. I have a playlist of songs that remind me of him but they aren't songs that I picture him listening to. I'm starting to believe he doesn't even listen to music :)

More songs from my playlist: Give Me The Night by George Benson, I Like It by DeBarge, Norton Commander (All We Need) by Men I Trust, Tip Toe by HYBS, Outstanding by The Gap Band, Girl by Men I Trust

(Sorry for all the Men I Trust songs, they're my favorite band. Also, 'Girl' really reminds me of Tan, most of the lyrics are in french but when translated it screams reader and Tan, to me at least :)) + he owns Kill Me Pretty idc

Assassin!reader 1) More sassy reader!! Wearing sunglasses while running from yakuzas with a briefcase in our arms. Being overdramatic with our acting. Adding little comments to mock the assassin we're running away from. Happily walking away after gathering intel. 🍒, after humiliating and breaking down a gang leader: Toodle-oo! :D

2) I don't know why I thought of this because in my mind, Cherry doesn't really fight but Tan giving us brass knuckles? And he teaches us how to punch? That would be hot

3) Facetime while they're on a mission!! I feel like they have a laptop with them so it's easier to communicate with us. Maybe they are staying at a hotel when they call us, they talk about how the mission is going, we tell them what we've been up to, what we cooked. Just chill vibes and laughs. Hanging up would be the hardest part.

4) Listen, we could say the weirdest stuff and they'll still defend us. Ladybug is there like "What? That doesn't make any sense." Tan is quick to throw every insult he knows at him while Lem comes up with an argument on how we are actually correct

5) Imagine if we all shared a playlist, the chaos. You said Tan dabbles in classical music so it's funny to imagine that after a song that us or Lem put on the playlist ended, Caprice No.24 In A Minor by Niccolò Paganini starts playing

6) If we're also an assassin, who's babysitting?

+ some more lem 1) About your post of Tan's house, does Lem also live there?

2) Imagine before we started dating Tan, he gets really close and we jokingly say "Ask me to dinner first" (we're not joking we're dropping hints) and he laughs it off. Lem can feel his eye twitching

3) Ok look, he's very happy for us and Tan but that won't stop him from yelling "Cockblock!" when Tan tries to make a suggestive comment (I'm sorry it sounded funnier in my head)

4) All jokes aside, we talked about how Tan would consider breaking up with us to keep us safe and I honestly don't see Lem allowing it. Let's say we did get hurt and now Tan doesn't know what to do with himself, Lem would be the one to reassure him

5) Also, a random thought, if he takes our phone for whatever reason, he'll leave random photos, silly selfies and video vlogs

6) About his taste in music, I feel like he listens to a lot of different genres but I hc he likes R&B the most Mini playlist: Milestone by Tokyo Critters, Orange Mug by WONK, Rockstar by HYBS, Lust For A Vampyr by I Monster, Dare by Gorillaz (Feel like he picked up some songs from his time in Japan. Also I hc he likes I Monster and Gorillaz)

Also he def starts randomly singing

— Dad!Tan 1) Any name ideas for our second child? I had a classmate who's name was Nectarine (I was kind of jealous because it sounded cool) so maybe that or Clementine?

2) Thoughts on reader not being able to have kids so they adopt instead?

3) A scenerio I wanted to share: Telling Mandy we hope she finds someone like Tan and she accidently tells him!! They're in the kitchen, he's preparing a breakfast to surprise us with, when all of a sudden: "Oh um mommy told me she hopes I find someone like you one day" he turns to look at her, "Oh yeah? Why did mommy say that?" "Well she said it's because you make her happy. You respect her and make her feel safe..." she continues, trying to remember what we told her. He softly stares at her and smiles, his heart melting.

Uncle!Lem 1) He watches Thomas with them, it's a given. Also tries to figure out which train they'll be and gives them a sticker

2) He's still very much protective of them but he's more chill and let's them get away with stuff without us or Tan knowing. Like letting them stay up late, giving them just one more candy, and stuff like that

I say the word imagine way too much in these. But writing these ideas to you did help because now I've started writing more drabbles in my notes! So thank you 💗💗

hii angel!!! hopefully this all makes sense, I haven’t read or checked it 😭😭 hope you’re well 💓💓

1- the poor dude will be stressed as!!! rather than uncle ben dying in every universe, it will be an assassins wife. he would be so paranoid too!!! I do think he would essentially try to erase you and make it like you never existed. he thinks that way it might keep you safe

2- I do think the wedding would be very small and intimate regardless. OMG YES!!! I think lem might bring it up casually like “oh yeah, I can officiate your guyses wedding” and both have no idea that he’s registered to do it bc lem kept it quiet😭😭

3- get out that’s so cute🥲!!!!!!!! he’s actually such a romantic guy, I truly believe that

4- ARFFGHHQHAHHA FERAL. why you gotta say that???? now I won’t be able go think of anything else!!!! I have a hand kink

5- eheheh yes yes yes!! depends if you’re into gold or silver. he will either get a matching gold band for you, or the same in silver. even if not married, he likes the idea of having the same ring. or if you are married, then you have matching ring AND wedding ring🫠

6- he’d actually melt. he’d give a composed “that’s nice that” but would be a pile of melted jelly inside

7- 😭😭😭😭😭 he’d be regretting it even more. UGHHGGGGHHHH😩 I imagine him asking daily if it’s grown back enough. “it enough now?” and he’d have like 5 more hairs than day before. in love with the idea of him being uncharacteristically desperate for us

8- im thinking quite a bit of laughs and “can’t believe you broke the bed” maybe he’d shrug and collect his things to head off to the spare room. maybe we’re like “where you going?” and he’s all casual, getting into the bed in ONE OF THE MANY spare rooms. and maybe we’re like “can we sleep on the sofa tonight?” maybe he gets a bad back on there so he’s hesitant, but he can’t say no to us. as much as I don’t particularly like the trait, I do think he’s quite casual about broken possessions (he has money now so he’s more carefree about things, but hasn’t always been) and so he’s like “we can just get another one” bc now he doesn’t have to worry about money

that took a detour😭 sorry for waffle

9- me too!! I really don think he listens to music, there’s just songs that have his vibe and remind me of him. listened to the songs and love them!!! and he so does own that song (lwk turns me on bc I imagine the scene)😭😭😭

assassin reader

1- AAAHH sassy and I love it

2- would be so so hot???! and he teaches you things you may not know. how to hold a knife, how to punch most effectively, how to (idk what else, but you get the gist)

3- yesss!! and if it different time zones, will be facetiming them while we’re in the kitchen cooking. or if they have a spare few hours we’ll watch a movie together, have laptops facing us while we watch a movie on tv. we sync it so we can watch it down to the second and it’s like the twins are with you. hanging up will be so hard???!

4- yes!!! they actually get so defensive

5- im not too entirely sure if I think that still tbh😭 maybe on occasion, but he gives off old English money vibes so that kinda backs up that hc. omg that would be so funny, maybe lem is like “who the fuck put this on here?” maybe it’s a secret that tan likes that kind of music so we say it’s ours and then the more lem listens the more he likes it

6- they babysit themselves. jkjk. maybe tan doesn’t trust anyone else in his house, so someone on your side of the family???? and they’d be paid very decently

lem

1- oooo okay so. im thinking no, but lem has a room at the house (and it’s decorated and IS his room, not just a spare one he sleeps in) so lem is welcome to sleep over at anytime. in the house I used, I think it’s fairly common for another house to be on the property or to be right on the cusp of it. I think they live right next door, so that way they can be near each other, but still get their own space. I do hc lem as more of a city person and tan as a countryside/ rural person. so maybe lem has another flat in the city

2- 😭😭😭😭 lem gets heart palpitations, and can feel his brain throb bc it’s just getting too frustrating

3- def tries to wind him up about it

4- lem would NEVER allow it!!! “what you thinking mate?” “don’t let her go” “don’t do that” “there’s gotta be another way” “don’t. she’ll never forgive you” “she needs you, you need her” “we’ll figure it out, we always do” “don’t lose her” “I can’t live without her, and you definitely can’t”

5- AAAAAAHHHH😭 just pictures of lampposts, his shoes (bc he thinks they look cool) a blurry picture of a squirrel eating a nut, a kids dropped ice cream (with ‘LOL’ written on the image) and then a picture of him buying the kid a new one, a video of him getting nagged at by tan and he’s mocking him in the video (he’s such a child, I love it) a vlog of what it’s like going shop with tan for you

6- holy shit he is so gorillaz coded!!!!!!!! and you’re so right, he def sings and hums without even realising it

as I finished up writing this a song came on and it kinda give lemon vibes??? banquet - bloc party

dad tan

my beloved🫠

1- that is such a cool name!!? you know what, I really haven’t given it much thought so im not too sure sadly

2- adoption is definitely in the picture !! it won’t go unthought of

3- omgomgomgomg!!!? he wants to be the standard for his daughter so that she knows how she should be treated by men in the future, but he often thinks he messes up parenting, but moments like that definitely make him feel like he’s doing a better job. actually dying, what you said is so cute

uncle lem

1- omg😭😭😭

2- oh for sure !!! fun uncle lem

aaaahh yay im so glad!! thank you for sending me these, I loved it!! I wrote your request a few days ago, and it’s in my drafts. I’ll get it up tonight. BUUT I wrote this at the bottom of your request, but too excited so I’ll tell you now, when I was looking for images on pinterest I found a little girl that is the spitting image of tan as a little girl. brown curls, big blue eyes, so fucking cute so I now hc her as mandy 😭

I’ll add it here bc that’ll just be annoying if not😭 blurred her face out as don’t want to repost a picture of a toddler online, so you’ll just have to trust me

[braveclementine]

New Jersey

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Clearly, you weren't actually born here, right?" Tony asked Steve as the two of them walked along. Steve was wearing an army uniform with a pair of sunglasses, feeling extremely nervous, seeing familiar faces as he walked past them, and others that weren't.

"The idea of me was." Steve responded.

"Right. Well imagine you're S.H.I.E.L.D. running a quasi- fascistic intelligence organization, where do you hide it?" Tony asked.

"In plain sight." Steve responded.

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It was just Tony and Steve in the elevator, along with a short African American woman who kept looking up at them from her file.

As the elevator doors opened, Tony said, "Good luck on your mission, Captain."

"Good luck on your project, Doctor." Steve responded.

"You new here?" The African American woman asked the minute the elevator doors closed.

"Not exactly." Steve answered after a moment.

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Tony ran down the hallway, looking at how crowded and musty everything seemed down here. "Come one, you bastard." Tony muttered. F.R.I.D.A.Y. scanned everything with his new glasses and he looked left and right to see if he could find the Tesseract.

"Gotcha." He said quietly as he found it.

He grabbed a random briefcase, knocking papers to the ground behind it and hurried over. "Whew." He breathed out. He fired open the safe and when he saw the cube there said, "Back in the game."

He started to put the glowing cube in the briefcase when he heard someone shout, "Arnim you in there? Arnim?"

Tony slammed the suitcase down and was a bit shocked when he realized he was standing face to face with his own father. Tony went to turn to walk away and Howard shouted after him, "Hey! The door is this way, pal."

"Oh, yeah." Tony responded awkwardly.

"Looking for Doctor Zola, have you seen him?" Howard asked.

"Yeah Doctor Zola. No, I haven't seen a soul." Tony responded. He walked clumsily into a rolling chair and he grabbed it. "Pardon me."

"Do I know you?" Howard asked and Tony noticed he had flowers in one hand. Tony put the briefcase down.

"No, sir. Uh. . . I'm a visitor from MIT." He pulled out the badge.

"Oh. MIT." Howard said, raising an eyebrow. "Got a name?"

"Howard." Tony said and internally cursed.

"That'll be easy to remember."

"Howard Y/L/N." Tony finished.

"Well, I'm Howard Stark." His father handed him his hand and Tony shook it awkwardly. Howard glanced at his arm as his sleeve rode up, "Pumpkin? That your soulmates name?"

"Yeah." Tony said, more realization coming to him now.

"You look a little green around the gills there, Y/L/N." Howard said.

"I'm fine. Just long hours." Tony said.

"You wanna get some air?" Howard asked, pointing the can of food towards where the door was. "Y/L/N?"

"Uh Yeah. Yeah, that'd be swell." Tony was a nervous wreck, starting to walk towards the door.

"You need your briefcase?" Howard called behind him and Tony took it from him.

"You're not one of those beatniks, are you, Y/L/N?" Howard asked.

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"Hello?" Steve heard a voice on the other side of the phone.

"Doctor Pym?" Steve asked.

"That would be the number that you called, yes." He heard the voice on the other side say.

"This is Captain Stevens from shipping. We have a package for you."

"Oh, bring it up."

"Well, that's the thing sir. We can't."

"I'm confused. I thought that was your job."

"Well, it's just. . . sir, the box is glowing. . . and to be honest, some of our mail guys aren't feeling that great." Steve lied.

"They didn't open it, did they?"

"Uh, yeah, they did. You better get down here." Steve said.

Steve hurried through the door as the young Hank Pym went running down the hallway and looked for the Pym particles. He found them in the refrigeration compartment. He grabbed four and then hurried from the scientific room.

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Tony was pretty sure his heart was trying to jump out of his throat as he walked alongside his father.

So, flowers and sauerkraut. You got a big date tonight?" Tony asked, trying to make conversation and make up for his clumsiness from before. He knew his father probably put the dots together breakfast morning of his eighteenth and needed him to remember him. . . well not as a dunderhead.

"Uh, my wife's expecting." He said. "And uh, too much time at the office." He said, holding up the flowers.

"Congratulations." Tony said, realizing that was him they were talking about.

"Thanks. Hold this, will ya?" Howard asked, handing him the flowers.

"Yeah, sure." Tony said, realizing that he was holding something his father would give his mother before he was even born. "How far along is she?"

"Uh, I don't know." His father answered, fixing his tie. He tried to gage it with his hand and then went back to fixing his tie and said, "She's at the point where she can't stand the sound of my chewing." Tony smiled at that. "I guess I'll be eating dinner in the pantry again."

"I have two little girls and a boy." Tony said, wanting his dad to know. Wanting his dad to know that Tony would be okay, when his dad put the dots together. When his dad knew he was going to die. That Tony would be okay.

"A girl would be nice." His father smiled. "Less of a chance she'd turn out exactly like me."

"What'd be so awful about that?" Tony asked, taken aback.

"Let's just say that the greater good has rarely outweighed my own self-interest." His father explained. Howard nodded and then clapped Tony on the arm.

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Steve's stomach was churning as he walked through the hall, keeping an eye out for literally anyone that might recognize him. He was so sure that he'd see someone he fought with or Peggy or hell maybe even Zola. He would be here, right? And everyone would be up in arms about it.

"You've never seen these two men before?" Steve asked a male voice ask.

"No, I've got an eye for this. The two of them looked fishy." Steve said the tiny black woman that had been in the elevator speaking to the guards.

"Can you describe them?" The guard asked as Steve turned around and started walking back the way he'd come.

"Well one of them had a hippie beard." She explained quickly.

Damn Stark.

"Hippe. Like Bee Gees or Mungo Jerry?" The guard asked.

Steve quickly pushed into the door without looking to see whose office or what it was, closing it behind him. He heard them pass by and then went to leave, before a photo on the desk in front of him caught his eye.

It was a picture of him, a young picture of him that was. With his white t-shirt and his dog tags around his neck. He picked the frame up to look at it and then turned to see Peggy's name on the outside of the door- though backwards.

"I said bring them in." A soft feminine voice said on the other side of the wall.

"They're trying, ma'am, but Braddock's unit has been stopped by lightning strikes."

"Oh, for the love of. . ." Peggy said. "I'll look at the weather projections."

Steve walked over to the window to watch her. He remembered when he'd fallen in love with her, sometime during the car ride as he went to go and become the super soldier. It hadn't been that he hadn't loved Bucky. But there had been something about Peggy.

Not to mention, she was a rare one who didn't have a soulmate. He had wanted to bring her into the fold. He had talked to Bucky about it and they had had a fight. So he'd abandoned the notion. And then Buck had fallen off the train. . . and she- and himself- were free game.

Steve stayed staring through the window long after she had walked away, the end of her blue dress swaying behind her as she moved quickly, efficiently. Her glossy brown hair. . . it looked like Elizabeth's hair.

Maybe he had moved on. Before. . . he used to say 'she looks like Peggy' 'she reminds me of Peggy'. But now. . . now he had just thought 'She reminds me of Elizabeth'. It was Elizabeth had loved now, not Peggy.

He took the picture out of his compass and looked at it one last time, then slid it between the frame and his picture. When he got home, he would put a family picture in it. One of him, Bucky, Elizabeth, and the kids. Because that was who he loved now. 

He turned, racing from the room, running home to Elizabeth.

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"So, where are you at with names?" Tony asked, feeling more and more excited with the time that passed. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had such a pleasant conversation with his father, though he'd lightened up a little after his eighteenth birthday.

"Well, if it's a boy, my wife likes Elmonzo." Howard said.

"Huh." Tony said cheekily. "Might wanna let that stew while you got time."

"Uh-huh." Howard agreed. "Let me ask you a question. When your kids were born, were you nervous?"

"Wildly." Tony said. Howard seemed to sigh in relief, "Yeah."

"Did you feel qualified? Like you had any idea how to successfully operate that thing?"

"I literally pieced it together as I went along." Tony said. "I thought about what my dad did." He glanced over to see Steve give him a thumbs up.

"My old man, he never met a problem he couldn't solve with a belt." Howard said and Tony was sort've stunned to learn that about his grandfather.

"I thought my dad was tough on me." Tony said. "And now, looking back on it, I just remember the good stuff. You know? He did drop the odd pearl."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"'No amount of money ever bought a second of time.'"

"Smart guy."

"He did his best." Tony said.

"I'll tell you, the kids not even here yet and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him." Howard said and Tony thought he might start crying. Howard walked past him and Steve gave him a look. Tony held up the case. Howard came back, "Good to meet you Y/L/N."

"Yeah." Tony sighed. "Howard. . . everything's gonna be alright." Suddenly, Tony hugged him, "Thank you. . . for everything. And. . . that will make sense eventually, believe me."

Tony smiled and walked away. 

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

Inspired by this video on Bellum getting a new car.

Blame me being an OG Most Wanted player. Loved that game, loved that car.

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Bellum wasn't the sort to buy every car and model he wanted.

He had a Mustang that he loved and tuned himself. He had a pickup truck for the days when he needed the space. And he had a motorcycle for the days he wanted to cruise.

But when he saw this beauty, he knew he had to have her.

She was a BMW M3 GTR GT. Painted with faded white and blue, with a spoiler abd probably outfitted with old racing tech. From what Bellum could look up on the model, she was a 2001 model. The year here was 2024, and it meant that the old girl had a lot if mileage on her.

Bellum had seen the for sale sign after looking on the net, and he saw the price. 300.000 flat. While Bellum knew that was the worth of a new car, he couldn't deny that when he saw it, it had a personal history. So the guy either was forced to sell it to pay off debt, or. He didn't want it to sell.

Either way, he would either make the guy's day. Or ruin it.

After contacting the guy, and getting the money and the spot, which was at the lot the car was parked in, the man appeared.

Bellum was in a disguise. Wearing a very "human" face with dark sunglasses and a briefcase. The man looked at Bellum up and down.

The man wore a heavy hoodie, jacket and a baseball cap over his face, and baggy jeans. He looked to be late 30's, maybe early 40's. And he didn't look like he wanted to be there.

"So, whatcha got there hotshot?" The man asked, the sour look making him look like he'd bitten into a whole lemon. He turned, spit, and looked at Bellum again. He looked like he wanted to say more, but didn't say it.

Bellum stayed quiet, gauging the guy before speaking.

"I saw your ride. Saw it was for sale." Was all he said, and the man gave a sour bark of a laugh.

"Yeah. Yeah I bet you did. Wouldn't be the damned first." He said, and he turned to glance at the car.

It was dusty, the paint faded, and tge car looked like it had seen better days.

There was hurt in the man's dark eyes. His eyes told a story. A story of something more than could be said in words.

"And won't be the last." He said with a growl.

He fetched in his pocket a packet of smokes, putting one in his mouth and lighting a cheap lighter to light it up.

He seemed to look at Bellum, deciding to humor him.

"So what will it be this time, hm? Will your gang of friends come and rob me of the keys, or you send the money and I find it all a scam, or did you bring counterfeits?" He asked in a growl.

He then looked around. "Or have the pigs finally decided to get my car in the way they can now when they couldn't, huh?" He asked, turning around as if expecting something.

"Couldn't impound her then, and now you'll buy her from my hands, and tell me to be grateful?"

The man turned to Bellum.

It was easy to see that many had tried to get their hands on the car, one way or another.

Bellum stayed quiet.

He only put the case down, and kicked it over. Letting the wheels squeak on creaky hinges as it rolled over. The man gave a grunt of curiosity as he stopped it, and looked at Bellum. There was a bout of silence. Silence only filled by the caring of seagulls, abd the distant roar of the ocean, and the sound of traffic.

Then slowly, the man turned the suitcase over, and snapped the clasps open to see the stacks of money inside.

He then quickly closed it.

The man had dealt with enough money to know when someone was giving him blanks. Or he thought so. He had to open it again and look it over. Really look it over.

And these were genuine.

No one hardly ever dealt with money like this. It was mostly all digital. Unless you were doing something illegal, or trying to pull a fast one.

And .any had tried to pull a fast one on him over the years. Hed always proven faster, or more stubborn.

He looked the punk over that wanted his car. His face said it all. He thought he was pulling one over him.

"300.000. All in there." The punk promised.

"Your car man. She's a beauty. Old. But what lady isn't when worth her salt?" The punk asked, and that made the man chortle.

"Shut up kid. You got no idea who she is, and what she means to me." He shot back, abd the kid just gave a nod.

"I get that." Bellum was silent for a moment, letting his thoughts linger a bit. "But I want to give her a new legacy. If that makes sense."

It did. In an odd, oddly satisfying way.

The man felt like he was giving out his girl on the wedding altar at this point. That car had been his life for years.

But now, he had to say goodbye.

The man, thinking about it, finally gave a sogh and pulled out the keys, and lightly threw the money at the punk.

"Treat her right. If you don't. If I see you've totaled her on the news. You better pray to God and whatever else that I don't find you in a full body cast. Because I'll end you." The man promised as he took the case, and walked away.

His business was done. And no matter how much it hurt, he knew one day that someone could put their money where their mouth was.

Bellum just watched the guy walk away. The keys in his hands, and the guise soon fading away like a glamor.

He weighed the keys, then looked at the car.

"Lets fix you up girl." Bellum said as he opened the door. Once inside, he teleported her to his garage, where he would take real good care of the car. And tune her up like never before.

[greenathena]

Chamomile Tea

If a foggy night can be described as pea soup, this night might be recounted as chamomile tea, golden in the light cast by sodium vapor street lamps, and fragrant with the earthy scent of autumn. It is a very pleasant evening. Perhaps if you were to wander without thought down one of the shadowed alleys you pass, you may encounter someone or something you really oughtn't. But so long as you keep to the sidewalk of the main street, bumping shoulders and handbags with other humans, you should be fine.

I could warn you not to look too closely into the faces of every person you see, but that would only make you more curious. Instead, I'll tell you that if a light shines out from where their eyes should be, or if they're wearing dark sunglasses this late in the day, you may want to avert your eyes. They don't expect to be seen, and they don't like anything unexpected.

Your feet will guide you home without having to tell them, so you may as well let your attention fall on the temperature of the night air, which has dropped several degrees quite abruptly. You didn't need your jacket when you left your office only fifteen minutes earlier, but now seems like a good time to slip it on. You pause by a parking meter to negotiate your bag and briefcase as you put on your coat.

This was your first mistake. Never stop in the street on a night like this. You've made yourself a sitting duck. But before you realize what you've done, you hurry on. Only another block to your apartment.

You didn't hear any footsteps behind you (the chatter and mundane thrum of the bars and restaurants is probably too loud), but someone (something?) slams heavily against your side nearly knocking you off the curb.

"Watch it!" you scold, as an older man in a dated trench coat staggers away. Were his eyes too bright? This is your second mistake. I told you not to look into their faces. Unfortunately, you didn't remember You brush yourself off and give an involuntary shake. You don't notice what's been taken. You won't notice it's missing because that's how it works when a demon steals a memory. You'll never remember that you had it to begin with. It's unlikely you'll remember anything about this beside a a vague feeling of emptiness where something ought to be. And that will be very uncomfortable--even haunting, so they say.

Better hurry home before you make any more mistakes. The streetlights are casting a glow like chamomile tea, after all.

[elizabeaufort]

⏤ Both twins giggled in sync when he accepted their 'request', and when Alex asked about the sandcastles they both yelled 'oui' and raised their tiny hands, excitedly. Once they were on the ground, each of them back to their toys, playing with themselves like they do when they are outside. ❛ You are welcome. ❜ The Aussie shut the book and looked at him who now was beside her. She noticed the difference in his tone, but she remained with sunglasses watching the twins. ❛ I told you, I would talk with them when I think it was the right time. They wanted to have a 'dad' for a while, and they asked me for it. I should've warned you before to not be taken by surprise. On the other hand, I thought it'd be a nice surprise. ❜ She confessed, now looking at him in his eyes. ❛ How are you doing, Alex? ❜

Elizabeth picked up her purse that was big and took something that was wrapped in gift wraps that seemed like a book for its shape and handed it to him. ❛ I made this for you. Well, it's not a briefcase, with cash. But I think you'll like it. ❜ Liz wanted to give him before, but she ended up forgetting it. She made a scrapbook with the twins pictures from the day they were born until now. The last page is the picture of them four having an ice cream with a phrase like 'happy endings are stories that haven't finished yet' . The Aussie was good at making scrapbooks, and things like that. The years that pass, cannot be rescued, but the pictures were there registered UNIQUE moments.

Beau and Lilou looked at their parents, as they kept busy playing with the sands, and then they stood up playing 'catching' running around and giggling, and falling on the sand and standing up and running. ❛ Don't go far! ❜ Liz warned them, and they kept getting close to their parents, but playing around them, with sand from head to toe. The Aussie put a hand on her forehead… Taking this damn sand out of the body… She knows she is the loser cleaning it all later. Fucking hell.

And they back to where the toys were, and Beau began to bury Lilou in the sand as she requested. ❛ What do you get there? ❜ She refers to the container he brought and gets a drink from the thermal bag she brought, it was iced tea peach flavor.

—to claim he had not thought of this moment would be a lie; ever since the first week had passed of him trying to be a new constant in their lives, to get to know them better, the thought would occasionally cross his mind. they had gradually warmed up to him; the way they would run up to meet him when he was picking them up from daycare, or meeting them outside somewhere for some quality time was always so endearing, their little voices, happily calling his name —he had wondered what it’d be like when they would finally call him dad and he would no longer be just Alex to them. and now that the time has come, sooner than what he had anticipated (not that he would complain, of course), he is not prepared for it. Alexander has no name for the feelings this, seemingly simple interaction, has brought to the surface. looking in their big blue eyes, asking him with such anticipation if he is their dad —his babies; and he doesn’t ever remember having anything to feel truly his before the way being the twins’ dad does. the way this new role comes with the responsibility of being better, doing right by them, for them, he doesn’t want to disappoint them. the thought of his babies having to ever go through anything similar to how he grew up, for them to grow up without him there to protect them, is a thought that scares him. they will always have Liz, of course —she is such a good mom, devoted, caring, loving— but it is not the same as him not being there when they need him. ever since he can remember, his parents were never really present in their lives in a good way. for as long as his older brother had been alive, he had taken the role of protecting him and then their sister, and as he grew older they split the responsibility, they looked out for each other. it was after losing his brother, and taking the blame for it, that he started realizing that it was him, and her, and no one else there for them; and he did whatever he had to do to take care of his sister, out of love and not obligation; he wants his babies to not ever know what it feels like to be alone. that’s why he is cleaning up his act. but if anything happens to him, he already has plans to at least have them financially secure, so they won’t have to struggle; Liz won’t have to worry about money and providing for them on her own on top of caring for them and raising them.

he smoothed Beau’s golden hair back, and kissed his forehead. “yes...” he responded, holding his little boy closer as he pressed a kiss on the top of his head. his boy. he laughs a little at Lilou’s giddiness, and pulls her closer too to press a kiss in her golden hair too. and they tell him that they asked their mom if he can be their dad and they want it and fuck him, it feels like he is doing something right, for once. “alright…” he cleared his throat, picked them both up as he stood at his full height —damn, he adores these babies. “who wants to go built some sandcastles?”

they ran to their little toys as he set them down again and he watched them for a moment. he brought over a little container where he had brought their favorite snacks, before sitting down by where she had set up. then turned to look at her, if for a second. she had told him she was going to tell them when she felt they were ready, and for them to ask her, they were, and he was appreciative she had that talk with them. “thank you.” he told her, but this time his tone wasn’t his usual indifferent one; it was genuine, he meant it.

[shuchu]

here are my live reactions compiled into one post because i don't wanna spam y'all (bruh tumblr keeps putting a community label on this post even tho it's barely nsfw lmfao but anyways, just for tumblr: NSFW, MINORS DNI)

luca

AYO LUCA????? THIS MUSIC IS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS- maybe i'm just horny

the live voice acting tho??? he's so cute

omg i think their outfits are based on how they were before they got isekai-ed, the person on twitter was right !!!!

LUCA LAUGHING AT HIS LINES IN THE VISUAL NOVEL? LORE? THIS MAN 💀

AYO SHOWING OFF HIS MUSCLES???? OKAY THIS DESCRIPTION...i think i'm gonna lose my mind when i actually see it

awww baby's nervous, he's so cute

hand reveal? lmao- OKAY RINGS WTF NEW NECKLACE JUST DROPPED, CHOKE ME

HIS JACKET???? LOOKS STYLISH AS HELL SHEEEESH

okay ngl i love the outfit so far, it's only half body rn

mans really said, "you haven't even seen me take it off yet." WTF LUCA???

I'M STARING DISRESPECTFULLY- MAN TIDDIESSSSSSS LEMME AT EM BOOBA STRAP LESSGOOOO

HE HAS A CHOKER AND A GOLD NECKLACE WHAT THE FUCK I'M GOING FERAL- THE UNHOLY THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW SNAJXJSBJX

FANGIES????? hana has fainted

OMG PIERCINGS???? THE SUNGLASSES. STOP- where can i get myself a luca kaneshiro?

HE TOOK THE JACKET OFF?? PUT ME IN A CHOKE HOLD WITH THOSE ARMS PLEASE

OFF THE SHOULDER??? AND FOREHEAD KISS???

NEW OVERLAY???? it fits the vibes of his new outfit so well and new alerts?? poooooogggg

NEIL *shakes fist*

imma have luca brainrot now- imma die i love his new outfit

shu

HOLY SHIT MY SHUEY SHU I'M SO EXCITED

his outfit looks so detailed i can't

omg his handmade lore vid THIS MAN HAHAHA

"oh wait i'm supposed to be an adult now" *elongated self* I CANT WITH THIS MANS

THE ZOOM IN HAHAHAH NOT THE LMAO. THIS IS WHY THIS MAN IS MY OSHI LMAOOOO

THE POOP HAHAHAH

"STOP TYPING LMAO" LMAO I CANT HAHAHAH THE FUCKING BANANA

"shirtless? will that get me views? will that get my son views on youtube?" THE ZOOM IN ON THE MOM I'M FUCKING DYING I LOVE MY OSHI

"coincidentally there's a random man wearing this" I'M DYING

SHU'S LAUGH HE'S SO CUTE

THE SHADOW???? DUDE I'M SIMPING ALREADY

he has beads in his hand?

NOT THE POOP SHAPED REVEAL SASUGA MY OSHI

HAND REVEAL??? HE HAS GLOVES? WAIT WHAT'S THAT??

OMG HE HAS A MARK ON HIS FOREHEAD AND HIS BANANAAAAAA

WHOAAAAA HE LOOKS SO ROYAL, REGAL, FORMAL WHAT THE HECK

YO I LOVE HIS FIT it's so intricate and detailed

feet? for free? 👀 yamitoes ehe

the bone bois!!!

his outfit is probably the most complicated of all luxiem boys, vox might be a close second tho

HE CAN PUT HIS ARM DOWN BRO WHAT THE FUCK FINALLY LMFAOAOAOAO

HE CAN TAKE THE OUTER LAYER OFF??? he's so pretty, pretty boi <33

"the lashes stay tho, slay" HAHAHAH

NEW TRANSITION AND OVERLAY??? LESSGOOOO

like vox said: more of this please-

he's perfect, couldn't possibly stan my oshi any more than i already do

mysta

meeeeestaaaaa bb

what is this starting screen 🧍🏻‍♀️

lmao mysta rp asmr? ayo? OMEGALUL

this man...

HE WRAPPED HIMSELF UP HAHAHAH WHAT THE FUCK

NOT THE LIP EMOJI HAHAHAH I'M DYING

"i'm all bondaged up" okay mysta

"i found out a fetish that i didn't even know i had" mystaaaaaa HAHAHAH

THE BROTHERS AND THEIR MEMES I FUCKING CANT

this goofy ah man

he's got a briefcase, we been knew

"hand. tee es kay ar" LMFAO

not him wanting to swing the briefcase against someone's head 💀💀

"surface level dps" 💀

not the briefcase pickup line, this man...

he has a scarf, pien 🥺

"i still got the sex gloves" lmaoo

UKI'S NOTIFICATION ON TWITTER GOT ME CACKLING: "oh shit merry christmas" LMFAO

his outfit looks so comfy ue

HE HAS A MONOCLE (i think that's what it's called) ???

THE LITTLE BERET???

MINI PONYTAILLLLLLL

no hat no glasses, pien 🥺 he's so baby

new earrings too <33

"you guys wanna see me take off my clothes now?" i-

omg without the outer layers??? why does he look like such a good boy 💀

i love the layered necklaces tho!!!

he has such a tiny waist wtf what a slut

OMG HE CAN PUT HIS ARM DOWN TOO

i wanna give him a hug 🥺

THE OUTRO MUSIC UEUEUE

vox

voxyyyyy

this is so calming?

sasuga voxy, the production quality. GOD

shu and sonny VA!!! is the other one kotoka? meloco? kotoka for sure after watching more

TSKR JAPANESE

ONIGIRIIIIII

omg new overlay?

"oh my god. BALLS." sasuga vox

his nails are so long sheesh

"you know i keep that mf-ing thang on me" this guy lmaooo

OH HE'S ACTUALLY GOT HIS BOOBA OUT

ayo new eye makeup? pog

YOO he actually looks like a demon now jesus

yoooo black and gold horns!!!!

ponytail vox sheesh

ngl, i think this is my second fav outfit, i'm a sucker for intricate and detailed outfits

ike

PLAID GANG

HEELS STEP ON ME IKEY

such a comfy outfit ueue

the turtleneck eeee

not the steve jobs from vox on twitter lmao

OMG THE EYEBROW PIERCING AND THE BERET

eeee he's comfy boi

ikey wikey ;w; he's so precious help

omg he can write in his book now!!!

his outfit is so lowkey which is not a bad thing !!! i love!!!

THE WINKKKKKK IKEY STOP

new intro and more stuff coming?? AAAA

HE HAS MORE???? king of jebait for real

OMG HE'S GOT A SURPRISE FOR US

aaawww his new starting screen with hints to the previous ones aaa i love that 🥺

i love all their new outfits, i love that for ike and mysta it's peak comfy vibes, luca looks really handsome in his and vox and shu it's just so regal and detailed ugh i love, i stan

i can't stop looking at shu

[tsaritza-mika]

The Main 6 Stuck in Traffic

Asra 

Literally taking a nap, feet sticking out the open driver's side window and snoring away

Has old scotch tape residue on parts of his dashboard from getting stuck in the past and deciding to make badass friendship bracelets

Once made an impressive house of cards on his dashboard

Totally straight up left his van for a bit to walk around and say ‘hi’ to people. Bought some ice cream from a truck that was also stuck a few lanes down before heading back

It is not a ‘glove compartment’. It is a ‘Faust Compartment’, and it is never to be closed. He does not take criticism on this

Nadia

Nothing is slowing Nadia ‘Fuck You Traffic’ Satrinava down. She’s got her phone out, briefcase open, and already taking her first morning meeting of the day in her front seat

So glad she stopped for coffee before getting on the highway, though the stress/frustration alone might have kept her awake anyway

Anyone who dares to honk their horn near her car is getting a literal death stare. We’re talking the kind of look that says ‘you would be wise to cut that shit out right now, because if I have to leave my car to say two words to you, you’re going to wish you were never born’

Emergency stress toy in the glove compartment. Just in case

Tunes in to her security camera in Chandra’s aviary to watch her. It’s calming and makes her smile to see what all Chandra does when she’s not home

Julian

Started out being so stressed about being late to his shift at the hospital, but calmed down a bit when his Spotify kicked in

Sunglasses are on, radio turned up, and killer dance moves from the waist up baby~

Has totally started doing the zombie dance from Thriller in the spaces between cars and had people join in. Not like they were going anywhere fast anyway, right?

Already halfway through that book he brought to keep reading on his lunch break

Totally will end up with a bit of a sunburn on one side of him if this shit doesn’t hurry the fuck up and start moving!!!

Portia

It started by simply tapping on her air freshener hanging from the rear-view mirror, but has now graduated to hanging some toys she was bringing home to Pepi from there and batting them around

Nearly cried when she finished her huge Starbucks special tea, then remembered she had her Nintendo Switch with her and pulled up some Animal Crossing

Within two hours, ALL of those glorious curls are in half a zillion braids

Totally texting Nadia between her meetings, and making plans to meet up on the weekend for some well deserved relaxation

Takes the time to practice with her butterfly knife. Portia will gladly cut a bitch if she has to!!

Muriel

Why did he leave home again? Oh yeah, because he loves Inanna, and the only place he trusts to get quality food for her is all the way across town

Is so glad he has tinted windows so no one thinks it’d be a good idea to try talking to him

Is his house even gonna BE there when he finally gets out of this? If he even does?

Has to focus on his phone to keep himself calm. He already doesn’t like people, but being stuck surrounded by them behind the operation of high speed death machines? Yeah, his anxiety isn’t doing great

Glad that he picked up one of those Nintendo Switches with Portia. Visits her Animal Crossing Island since there’s nothing better to do

Lucio 

HIS FOOT CAN’T HIT THE PEDAL, SO HIS HAND IS ON THE HORN!! MOVE ALREADY!!!

Does it shock anyone to know he has a megaphone in the back seat for times like this? No? Thought so XDDD

The one to literally start fights with people right there on the highway because they’re trying to get him to stfu

Turns up the music on his sound system, strips down to his bright red, silk thong undies, puts on his sunglasses and grabs some sunscreen, and is out working on his tan on the hood of his car

If he misses out on getting a pair of the new Gucci boots that just dropped this morning, better fucking believe there will be some hell to pay, and he ain’t gonna be the one signing those checks!!!!

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ; chan x fem!reader, bonnie&clyde!au, criminal!au, 60′s!au, bank robbery, heavy use of tobacco, explicit language,weaponry, mentions of infidelity, manipulation, mentions of murder, mentions of reader being smaller than chan, mentions of religious beliefs, authorities, american style!au, death, implied su-cide. 

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ; SMUT!! sex against a wall (lmao good warning there cherry), dom!chan x sub!fem!reader, angry sex, dry humping, degradation, blowjob, face fucking, rough sex, dacryphilia, choking, possessiveness, implied corruption kink, creampie, unprotected sex (be careful plz), piv, clitorial stimulation, orgasm (m/f), cum. 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 5.9 k 

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; this was heavily inspired by both well bonnie and clyde but also “the serpent” because holy fuck i loved that serie so much 

also warning right; this is purely fiction and not meant to romanticise crime and i think it’s pretty obvious that i don’t know shit about how to rob a bank neither do i know anything about weapons,,, so take this with a grain of salt.

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18

It was love. Love had led you down this path and shattered the one you cared the most about, the one that held your hand, the one that promised to die for you. Silence filled your mind as you stroked his cold cheek, his eyes closed. 

Your partner in crime.

Bang Chan.

“Tonight, coming up on channel 4, the continuation of the Lagoons.”

You turned the knob on the car radio, the windows on the silver vauxhall viva rolled down, your hair fluttering in the light breeze that accompanied the summer heat. The voice on the radio got distorted as you shifted channels, the antenna on the car barely being able to pick up signal from how far out in the desolate area the two of you were.

“Who the fuck watches the lagoons?” you said, furrowing your eyebrows, searching for some funky tunes as Chan was driving, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on his thigh. He laughed, the cigarette smoke whiffing over to you, burning at the tip and hanging out of the corner of his mouth. 

“Where we heading, sweet cakes?” he asked, cocking his eyebrows and checking himself out in the rearview mirror. You scoffed, adjusting the silk scarf around your head and reaching into the glove compartment of the light colored interior of the car, grabbing the half empty cigarette box. 

“Don’t call me that, I’m married” you say, the flicker of the metal zippo echoing, a purple flame igniting and burning the white end of the cigarette in your mouth, the orange part quickly stained by your lipstick. Chan smirked, casting a glance at you as you puffed, putting the lighter on the dashboard and leaning back against the leather seats, exhaling the smoke through the window as you observed the mountains that passed you, sweltering heat making your vision blur.

“And still you fuck me. What’s he good for? Cheating on you? You should just throw that ring away, I’ll buy you a new one”

The ring.

You and your ex-husband never officially divorced. You just packed up your things and left one night when he was out drinking, probably snogging a woman younger his age. The emerald ring that he once put on your finger held no meaning, it was simply for aesthetic now. Memorabilia from when life was worse, reminding you to always strive for something better. It was ironic, the way the sun shined on the emerald green symbolizes wealth and toxic jealousy. You couldn’t help but to feel jealous of the many young women he spent his nights with. You thought you had moved on but maybe you hadn’t since you refused to let go of the ring. Thank god you didn’t have his child or else you’d be tied down for life. You escaped at the right time. 

You didn’t answer Chan, simply staring out at the window. The car zoomed past with speed, there was no time for resting since you two were the infamous criminals that could be captured at any moment, it was still a miracle you were alive and well despite how many times you’ve been in open fire with the authorities. The two of you always managed and had each other in the end and the plethora of guns that were loaded in the trunk could buy you freedom for a little while. A gritty highway that never seemed to end, the tumbleweeds rolling about in the distance, he searched for a place you could rest since dusk would soon arrive. Life as a runaway couple had it’s ups and downs but the worst part of it was not knowing if you would survive another day, cops could just arrest you, rip you from your lover and lock you up like you were once before, writing love letters to Chan on a filthy piece of paper until you were bailed out by none other than your mother that you abandoned for him. They didn’t understand. He might be a criminal, stealing cars with his older brother since he admired his fancy lifestyle with hookers, expensive liquor and gold. He was so close until he stumbled up to you through a mutual friend and fell head over heels, he was too much of a hopeless romantic for him to be able to lead such a lifestyle. 

A big sign was ahead of you, a small red building inching closer to the two of you. Sure, it wasn’t the safest place, anyone could call the authorities on you but luckily telecommunications weren’t that advanced out here, most of the news being the ones you heard from between others lips. You two were simply a married couple whatever new village you infiltrated or at least that’s what people thought, the two of you were simply well-off, being able to afford the most expensive cigars and perfumes. The cigarette had burned down, almost meeting your plush lips that were covered in the latest lipstick. You threw it out the window, Chan had done the same moments prior. 

“What you say, hm? How about here for tonight?” he asked in a low voice, his hair slicked to the side, his jaw clenching as he rested his head on the headrest, looking at you with a quick glance with a smile. He always smiled when he gazed at you, it was almost a reflex. He was too smitten with love. You nodded, grabbing your oval sunglasses from the seat in between you and Chan, putting them on and observing yourself in the exterior mirror. Now you were ready for greetings with strangers, hiding behind your dark tinted shades.

The young man swerves onto the dusty driveway, the dust billowing from behind the car as stones flew everywhere, the car coming to a hasty halt. Your back bounced against the seat, removing your safety belt and opening the car door, stepping out with your shining red heels. The hotel seemed kinda small, perfect place for two sought-after criminals to hide. The building was a cherry red, tacky curtain in mustard yellow covering the chipped white window frames that held up the grimy glass panes. It lied in a remote place, being the only building as far as the eyes could see, beside the hotel there was a kiosk where one could buy the most basic necessities like bread, milk and cigarettes. As you were looking around the place, standing with your feet wide and your hand on your hip, Chan was busy unpacking the car. Not the weapons that were nicely hidden beneath a blanket but your two small briefcases containing nothing more than a couple of expensive clothes, makeup, a small notebook of your poems, a camera and photos of relatives. As you observed the mountainous landscape and dry land where cactuses made their home a small old man hurried out, dressed in a half-dingy suit and vest, the colorful tie being the main focus.

“Welcome welcome!” he says in a scurried voice. “Please, let me!” The old man shuffled over to Chan, grabbing the briefcases out of his grasp to which Chan bowed subtly in thankfulness. You and him followed the man inside through a lime green door and were greeted by the lobby that had a dark oak check-in counter, decorated with small trinkets of older times, a golden clock and small piles of paper. The man put down the bags in front of the desk, you casting a glance at Chan that was looking at the keys and the tags attached on the walls on small hooks.

“How long will you be staying for?” the man asked to which Chan hummed, looking at you before clearing his throat and answering - “Just one night”

“alrighty hmmm,,, then I’m guessing a double bed would suit your fancy? You do make a lovely couple indeed” he said with a smile, showing off his yellow stained teeth, years of coffee and tobacco. You smiled, clenching your jaw in frustration. 

“Thank you, which room exactly?” you said quickly, wanting the old man to hurry his actions. He looked back, exposing his half-balding grey head of hair and stretched for a pair of keys at the top, the keys jingling as he put them on the desk. 

“Room 4, it’s just here by the side. That will be 30 dollars” he said, writing something down on a piece of paper. Chan opened one of the luggages, quickly pulling out the needed amount and tips out from one of many wads of cash that were neatly tucked away between clothes and other products. He put the green bills on the desk to which the old man heightened his eyebrows, the generous tip falling to his liking. 

“Keep the change” Chan said with a smile, picking up the briefcases and heading to the room. You smiled at the old man as well, picking up the keys and turning to head over to your lover. 

You put the keys in the lock of the brittle wooden door, a small golden plate saying ‘4′ with a clear font. As the door opened you were met by a rather rustic room, the walls colored light blue and the bed frame the same wood as the door, murky white duvet covers on the bed. Luckily it was just one night.

Chan started packing up your belongings, mainly picking up a map of the area that he bought at a supermarket hours prior. He unfolded the bunt of paper, laying it flat on a vanity that had a round mirror attached in front. He placed his index finger harshly on a certain point on the map, his fingers clad in all kinds of rings with jewels. 

“Here we are, Johnsons motel, right?” You nodded at his question, him continuing talking in a firm voice. “So if we take this route tomorrow at around 9 am we should be there by 10:50 am which is perfect, we c-” You interrupted him mid sentence.

“Chan, you told me we weren’t gonna do this until next week, we have money!” you yelled, only then remembering that the walls are thin in such a matured building. He sighed, turning to gaze at you with dark eyes. He hated it when you contradicted him, it was almost like he was addicted to making you his slave and sure, he did take care of you whenever you were hurt due to his actions but he liked having you totally dependent on him, risking your life for him. The veins running down his arms got bolder, he moved the arm that was holding him up from the vanity instead standing right in front of you with a wide stance, his eyebrows heightened.

“What did you say?”

Your back hit the tasteless blue wallpaper as Chan walked towards you, trapping you between the wall and his muscular figure. A harsh gulp descended down your esophagus as you gazed intently into his hooded eyes, yours twinkling with mere innocence though you were far from innocent in the eyes of the public. He looked you up and down, almost swearing with his eyes, gliding his tongue against the inside of his cheek. 

“I said why can’t we just wait with that for a bit? We robbed multiple stores last week and we have money? I don’t see why you need to hurry so, like fuck s-”

“So you think money grows on trees? We do this together y/n and I could just leave you whenever, I’d just laugh seeing your ass trying to survive”

He leaned closer to your ear, his body pressed against yours. His hot breath lingered near you, tickling the shell of your ear.

“Or better yet I could kill you, no one needs a criminal” 

His voice vibrated through you, the deep tone scaring you but oddly turning you on, the heat pooling around your core, your panties sticking to the thin fabric of your panties. You burst into laughter, catching him off guard.

“You motherfucker” you said through your teeth, smiling brightly at him. 

“I don’t like this attitude you’re giving me y/n, I’m not joking with you” he said with a devilish smirk, moving away from your ear and staring into your soul. It was almost as if he stared through you, his jaw moving as he clenched it.

“Does it look like I’m joking?” your facial expressions turned serious in seconds, the smile wiping off your face. You looked him dead in the eyes, not even flinching when he smashed the rough palm of his hand on the wall next to your head, the loud sound echoing in the cool room, the slight humming of the air conditioner above the bed.

“No and you won’t be after I fuck you” 

You wanted to rile him up even more, get him so angry that he had no other choice but to pin you against the wall and stuff his cock so far down your leaking cunt that you’d alert the other guests around the motel, hearing how good Chan fucks you. 

“Hah,,, is that your only threat?” you chuckled mockingly, running your pointer finger up his toned chest, lifting up his head by his chin and flicking your finger off it, striking a jeering smile at him. His knee traveled up your leg, jabbing at your wet clothed entrance to which you accidentally moan, the gain of friction finally arriving when your core was burning with pure arousal as Chan spoke. With a gleaming look in your eyes you rubbed against his knee, his slightly cold hands wrapping around your neck, feeling your larynx bob when you swallow your spit, not breaking eye contact for a second. His lips landed on yours, pushing his knee against your sex causing you to moan into the kiss as you rolled your hips on the flat surface of his dress pants. Your lips pursed, teasingly biting his bottom lip as a sign that you needed him, his tongue slipping into your mouth and danced around with yours in a sloppy battle. Your hands fumbled with the big metal buckle of his belt, undoing it in desperation and unzipping the black pants that covered his bottom half. Chan grunted as you palmed him through his boxers, his erection begging to be freed from it’s clothed prison, you squeezed his member, massaging it in your hands to make his knees weak, make him beg for you but this time you would be begging for him as he placed removed his knee from your dripping cunt causing you to whine from the loss of contact. 

“C-chan, please I need you” you pleaded in a thin voice, lifting your head up as his kiss diverted to your neck, his rough lips leaving kiss after kiss on the sensitive skin, moving down to your exposed collarbones. 

“You’ll only get what you want if you do whatever I ask you to”

You nodded eagerly, putting your hands down his boxers and stroking his cock, Chan groaning against the skin of your neck near your ear, your earrings rattling. 

“Yes, I’ll do anything! J-just fuck me already” you whimpered, your hot cheek against the wall. 

“Then you follow your little ass to the bank tomorrow and do what you are told, understood?” His voice was deep, humming as he nibbled on your ear, giving it small kitten licks.

“And if I don’t?” You challenged him for a last time, stopping your slow strokes down the shaft of his twitching dick and removing your hands from his underwear and instead wrapping your arms around his waist. He scoffs, pulling back and looking you in the eyes, slowly putting his hand around your throat and tightening.

“I’ll choke you to death, you know I’ll get away with it” he said with a lifeless smirk. You nodded in pure fear, your eyes twinkling in the minimal light that came from the sun setting outside the dusty windows. Suddenly his hands grasp a handful of your hair, gripping it by the roots and shoving you down on your knees that land on the frangible floorboards with a thump. He harshly lets go of your hair in order to pull down his pants and underwear, his hard veiny cock springing free mere inches from your saliva coated lips. Chan gave his cock a couple of strokes before rubbing the crimson tip against your lips, hissing when you poke your tongue out, him smearing his precum against the surface of your wet tongue. You pursed your lips around him, slowly working your way down his shaft, taking a breath of air every time you pull away, licking the underside of his dick with fat stripes all the way from the base to the tip, flicking your tongue off. His big hands grabbed either side of your head, him thrusting inside your throat, not caring if you gagged, that just made him even more viscous, hearing your desperate moaning and seeing the spit run down your chin and neck covered in his marks. Your head bumped against the wall with every thrust, your nose pressing up against his abdomen as he was balls deep inside your mouth. Your eyes burned, tears teasing at your tear duct, a cold salty stream rolling down your cheek as he stopped, pulling out your mouth, you coughing violently. He swiped his thumb over your cheek, wiping the tear with one finger before grabbing you by the neck, lifting your head up and looking into your eyes as he inserted his dick in your mouth once again, your thick saliva making his cock glisten. His silent groans only made you helplessly rub your thighs together, eager to have him inside of you. Every moan that slipped from between his swollen lips made the blood rush south, not to mention his fierce eyes that were glued on you as he coldly fucked your skull, no hint of compassion. He stretched out your throat, the clear outline of his cock making its appearance on your esophagus as he went deeper, groaning as you felt him twitch inside your mouth. As the familiar sensation of a knot in his stomach descended upon him he pulled out, rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your glistening lips before he was quick with his movements. 

It didn’t take much for Chan to throw you over his shoulder, legs thrashing and you squealing, telling him to put you down. He did but not in the way you expected, slamming you down on the plushy bed, a fine layer of dust swirling in the orange sunset that shined in. The impact caught you off guard, knocking the air out of your lungs. Chan climbed on top of you, his belt buckle touching your body as he hovered above you. You hastily shuffled upwards to the headboard, lifting your hips as you removed your brightly colored bell bottom pants revealing your panties that already had a wet stain decorating them, Chan chuckling as his thumb glided over the patch of wetness. 

“You’re so needy baby, all worked up from giving me a blowjob, huh? I can slip my cock into you so easily” he purred at you, his fingers hooking at the elastic band of your underwear, slipping them down to your ankles, you shimmying your foot out of the fabric and letting the panties dangle from your other foot as your spread your legs, Chan being in between them. He danced his fingers up the wet folds that presented themselves in front of him, you squirming at the slightest touch. 

“You think you have control, you think you can do anything without me? You’re wrong, without me you’re nothing” he growled at you, his fingers covered in your slick as he teased your clit, fingers rolling in circles as you clutched onto the covers, knuckles whitening. You hurried by taking off your top, throwing your bra somewhere in the same direction, exposing your hardened buds, Chan’s mouth watering. He did the same, momentarily losing contact with your wet cunt as he pulled off his shirt, his perfectly sculpted body surprising you every time, as if you hadn’t fucked him countless times before. Chan attached his lips to one of your nipples, the other one being fondled by his hand, the cold pure silver causing you to shiver. Your hands stroked his soft hair, twirling it between your fingers and softly whimpering. He left tiny marks all over your chest, his lips sucking and gently nibbling on your supple skin. When your entire chest was a mess of marks and spit he lifted your legs, leaning them against his wide sturdy shoulders as he teased your wet entrance, rubbing his tip against your folds causing your back to arch slightly, a long pitched mewl forcing its way out of your mouth. When he finally slipped his cock inside you he groaned at your tightness. 

“fuck y/n, you’re so tight no matter how much I fuck you” he said, leaning over you so that your legs almost touch your chest, planting one hand beside your neck as the other one choked you, the restriction of air making you lightheaded but only adding to the pleasure that burned at your core as he relentlessly fucked into your squelching cunt. Your feet dangled near his shoulders lifelessly as the sheer momentum of his thrusts made you move upwards on the bed, the bed frame creaking due to the age it carried, you hoped no one noticed what scandalous activities was going on this room but it was probably already too late as your moans turned into high pitched cries. Your hands folded over Chan’s wrist as you tried to stabilize yourself, it took every ounce of strength to not close your quivering thighs. His thrusts got faster, rolling his hips against yours as the hand around your neck loosed, a harsh slap landing across your tear stained cheek, his thumb dipping inside your mouth, you latching on instantly.

“Look at you, thinking you’re so tough. You’re weak, remember that” he said with a lifted smirk, asserting his dominance through his dark gaze. You nodded, feeding his ego even more as the hand around your neck tightened, making you lightheaded with arousal, his cock ramming into your tight cunt that begged for release just like you. Chan loved seeing you like this. All fucked out with drool hanging from the corners of your lips, your eyes rolling back into your skull as he vigorously made your world shake, going hard enough to make the bed squeak loudly, the headboard bumping into the wall with every thrust. You couldn’t form a single sentence, blabbering incoherent sentences with his name stringed into it, in your mind you made perfect sense but your hesitant lips didn’t do the same. 

“f-fuck!” you cried out, the even pace getting sloppier as the skin slapping sound grew louder, bouncing against the awfully colored walls of the shabby motel room. You squirmed around on the bed, flailing your arms as you desperately tried to grab onto either your lover or the flowery sheets, your efforts fruitless as you felt your orgasm approaching with wide strides as Chan started circling your swollen abused clit with the pad of the hand that wasn't forcefully holding onto your throat, making you swoon. You arched your back as you couldn’t hold on any longer, clenching around his cock with every ounce of perseverance. With weak legs you interlaced them, trapping him deeper inside you as the merciless fiddling with your bud made you let out a breathy broken moan, your tits bouncing with the movements. The male looked at the tears that rolled down your cheeks, adoring your bloodshot eyes. How he loved staring down at his prized possession. He had ruined a once innocent girl, made her his with the mere power of love and crime. 

He lulled his head back as he was dangerously close to his climax, drawing in a harsh breath from between his clenched teeth, the air cooling down in his mouth before warming up in his tobacco-stained lungs. He was sent over the edge with a final thrust that made your body jolt in excitement, his thumb now simply resting on your clit as all thoughts were wiped clean from his mind, his hot seed spilling into your cunt, unknowingly making you cum as your abdomen contracted, your teary eyes squinting together, not in pain but in pleasure. His cum painted the quivering walls of your sex, draping his body over yours as he panted, staying inside you to ensure every drop of cum was where it supposed to be. His lips were coated with a fine layer of saliva, two lips meeting in a loveable kiss. It might seem odd to others. That you love a man that only brings you down or uses you, at least that’s what it looked like from a different perspective but you were infatuated, maybe even obsessed. He made you famous and he took you under his wing when you fled from your scumbag of a husband. 

Now Chan was the only thing that mattered.

He pulled out, falling down beside you, the weight of the bed shifting as his built back hit it. The cum dripped out of you slowly, hitting the sheets and staining them. You ruffled your hair before you stood up, cum running down your inner thigh as you made your way over to the shower. Chan instead crept down under the covers, staring up at the ceiling in a half lying position, casting glance at the dark oak bedside tables where a packet of cigarettes was left haphazardly along with your metal zippo, a gift from your dad that died in war. It was important to you, important enough to destroy you with smoke. Chan retrieved one of the deadly sticks from it’s pretty eye catching packaging and lit one end, inhaling the smoke. He put one hand beneath his head that was supported by the pillow as he other one momentarily removed the cigarette, flicking the ashes on the cold tile floor, the grey thick smoke spreading through the room, interlacing the bed sheets with it’s scent. The gentle tapping of the water on the bathroom floor calmed him, calmed him from knowing that tomorrow might be the last day he’s alive. Or maybe it’s you. 

Here you were again, getting into the sparkling clean car that was loaded with nothing more than a multitude of weaponry that many times wasn’t used against civilians, just to give a gentle reminder that you don’t fuck with the two of you unless you wanna get a bullet burned through your skull. If they ask for it they are gonna get it.

Chan loaded the suitcases into the truck where a blanket covered the weapons, the pile of murder machines looking innocent like this. The sand of the desert was blowing in your face, your long skirt flowing in the wind. Just because you were a criminal didn’t mean you had to dress out of fashion, the style was a part of it. You gazed out into the valleys of dust, the lonesome tumbleweeds drifting with the wind like a blind rat following the smell of musky cheese, not aware that it’s heading to it’s own death.

“Ready, sugarplum?” Chan said, wrapping his hand around your head and leaning it against his sturdy shoulder. 

“I was born ready” you whispered into the wuthering wind. He smiled but put on a serious face as you looked at him, before walking over to the passenger seat, opening the car door.

“Let’s do what we do best, darling.” you said with a bittersweet grin, sitting down and closing the door. 

The bank wasn’t too far away, that being that it was still in the same state since many other robberies required long car rides that was either filled with funky tunes or more cigarettes than you can count. This one wasn’t any different. His two hands were gripping the steering wheel as he drove faster than the speed limit, praying to whatever nonexistent god he had in his head that the police wouldn’t flash their red and blue sirens behind the vehicle. He probably prayed to the money. He often said that money did things not even god was able to do and there was truth in Chan’s words or maybe the both of you were too infatuated with the idea of money that you would go to any lengths just to get it. Just to smell the fresh dollar bills in your hands. The car was in complete silence, only the growling of the engine being heard. It was always scary heading to a new place, you never knew what would happen there. Maybe it’s the last time you witness your lover behind the steering wheel, the last time you feel the wind fluttering through you hair due to the rolled down window. Maybe it was the last time you would see the emerald green jewel reflecting it’s light as the sun bounced off the glossy surface of the stone. You denied your longing for your husband, beside all the cheating and drugs you were ready to stay with him but there was one thing that Chan could do better; love. 

You could tell how tense Chan was. The way he anxiously checked the rearview mirror and forcefully looked straight at the neverending road in the middle of nowhere. It was pretty apparent that this lifestyle was driving him mad, making all his nerves stand on the edge of his skin, paranoid to the bone. But there was no end in sight unless someone else put that end there. He was never gonna stop, go as far as he could and shoot for the stars. It was people like him, greedy people that life usually steered the wrong way and well,,, you were one of those as well, greedy for luxury even though the life you were living now was anything far from that. You turned to Chan, his one hand rested in his lap and you slowly reached over to grab it, rubbing your thumb over knuckles. His eyes momentarily diverted from the road to you, looking at your eyes that were focused on his slightly rough hands.

After what seemed like an eternity, Chan parked into the parking lot of the bank, the building being just as remotely placed as the motel. Perfect. The car was strategically placed near the road for easy escape if there would even be any required. As you stepped out of the car you opened the trunk, uncovering the multitude of weapons that lay beneath the blanket and passed Chan his favorite rifle, the M1918 Browning Rifle. You simply stuck to a revolver since you could hide it in your holster for when you needed two hands to grab the money and shove it into the burlap bag. 

There wasn’t much thought needed for the robberies that happened this far away from the city, the local police station was a good drive away so neither you or Chan worried too much but it was still a risk. The big wooden doors were slammed open by him, a shot up into the ceiling shattered a lamp and next second your ears were filled by the terrified screams of men, women and children. You didn’t hesitate your movements as you went up to the multiple receptionist desks where the women in neat uniforms were all kneeling on the floor. 

“Get the fuck up!” you yelled, jumping on the desk and pointing your gun at one of the girls, she looked rather young and innocent with her dark shaking pupils that wandered with pure fear. You yelled at her to open all the vaults, to which she complied not having any other choice than to get shot. Her hands quivered as she put the money in the bag, filling it up with valuable green bills that would promise you dreams. You glanced back at Chan that was pointing the rifle at the people that lied down on their stomachs with their hands on their head, the sound of a child's tears not even bothering him or his conscience. You held the gun to her head, lonesome tears streaming down her face as her legs were barely able to hold her up. A smile cracked on your crimson painted lips as the bag filled up, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your blood making you fly on the clouds, you could do whatever you wanted in this moment. You were free. 

Just as you were about to turn around, signaling to Chan that the mission was done you heard another gunshot that was foreign from the usual sounds of the weapons you carried. It didn’t sound like it came from inside the building. The second after you heard a window shatter, glass flying over the civilians that screamed in fear once again and then you heard a thump, a loud one. You looked over your shoulder and there he was, your lover with a bullet through his back, the puddle of sangria red blood spreading over the bright vinyl flooring. This was the sight you feared the most in the world and here it was, right in front of your naked eyes. You dropped the revolver you held in your dominant hand and rushed over to him as you heard a male voice over a megaphone from outside the building. 

“Civilians, exit the building immediately”

The crowd of people squeezed through the doors, fleeing to whatever corner they could or hiding behind the countless cop cars that flashed their colorful sirens. You dragged Chan’s head into your lap as you fell down in defeat, looking at his closed eyes and his face that turned a pale blue with hints of grey, he was cold to the touch and his blood stained your clothes as well as the floor, the dark red marks on the floor that lead to his body as you dragged him closer to you, cupping his cheek. Frigid tears rolled down your cheeks and accumulated on your chin before dripping down onto his face, coloring his lips with a clear sheen. 

He wasn’t gone, he simply couldn’t be. He was your Chan, the Chan that always got away no matter what. Nothing could stop the two of you, not a stupid bullet through his back. You shaked him as you sobbed loudly, your lips quivering as black streaks of mascara covered the supple valleys of your cheeks. 

“Chan! Chan, fuck!! Wake up!!” you yelled as you shook him vigorously but his lifeless body was limp in your arms, no sign of life to be seen. You hugged him closer, not feeling his heartbeat or lungs filling with air from this cursed place. He wasn’t gone, he was still here and he would wake up one day, you told yourself these lies because they are easier to believe than the cold hard truth. Your blood boiled with pure rage. Somebody had stopped your dream life, that someone being the law itself but no matter who it was it still stopped you and you never took no for an answer. Your empty lost gaze diverted to the loaded gun that lied only footsteps away from your cowered body.

“Exit the building, leave the weapons” you heard the voice call out from outside, the megaphone crackling and distorting the voice. 

What was better?

Dying in the hands of the authorities or dying in Chan’s arms?

[clouddd-hannn]

Special Task - Nakamoto Yuta

Requested

COUPLE: Mafia! Nakamoto Yuta x Right Hand Man! M!Reader

GENRE: Smut, Mafia!AU

WARNINGS: Sir kink, praise kink, blood, blowjob, cum swallowing

SUMMARY: Being a mafia boss' right hand man can be quite risky and require much energy, especially with the special task Yuta appointed you with.

[ A/N: This was half-assed since I was in a rush hngg. I'm so sorrryyy :(( ]

"Kijo," Yuta called out to one of his crew members, staring at him with angered eyes as you stood beside him with your hands behind your back, standing there with no expression, trying to hide the fact that you were excited for the man to die. "A little bird had told me, you were leaking information about my organization. Is that true?"

"Wh-What?! No, no way, boss! Who told you that? I would never betray your trust and you know how I'm totally loyal to you and the whole group," Kijo retorted with a nervous tone, his eyes shaking as he looked everywhere but Yuta's eyes. "You believe me, right? Just 'cause M/N's your right-hand, doesn't mean everything he says is correct."

Yuta smirked before he neared you and whispered something to your ears. "Get my revolver for me, babe," he stated with a small wink before you nodded, not letting his little flirting get to your brain as you walked towards his desk and opened his briefcase. You stared at the guns in awe before finally getting the revolver and walked back towards Yuta, passing the revolver towards him.

"Y-You're surely not gonna kill me, right?" Kijo stated with a shaky voice before he decided to take his gun out from his pocket and pointed it at you. You were shocked of course so you widened your eyes, although not visible by the sunglasses that hid your eyes. "You fucking midget!"

Before you could even process everything, the traitor pulled the trigger of his pistol too fast that you were too slow to react, making the bullet hit your shoulder. "Ah!" You shouted at the sudden pain as you held onto your shoulder, trying to stop your blood from dripping. Yuta widened his eyes as he looked at you who was now kneeling on the floor as you held onto your shoulder in pain. "Shit, fuck.."

Yuta coud only see red as he looked at Kijo then pointed his revolver towards the traitor and without thinking twice pointed the muzzle towards him, aiming for his head before pulling the trigger that successfully hit his head, blood sprawled on the wall as his lifeless body fell onto the floor, eyes and mouth wide open in shock.

He looked at your state before pulling out a handkerchief and pressed it onto your bleeding shoulder. "Fuck, I should've seen that coming. I'm sorry, M/N. Let's get you to the medics so they can treat your wound," he stated before placing an arm on your back and under your knees, carrying you bridal style as he hurriedly walked down the stairs. "Kun! Where is Kun?!" Yuta shouted as he looked for Kun.

"Over here, boss. What—Holy shit, M/N! What happened to him?" Kun asked as he guided you and Yuta towards his working station, Yuta immediately placing you down on the medical bed as Kun rolled down his tray of surgical instruments towards the bed. "This will only take a while," he stated as he put on disposable gloves and a mask, watching as Yuta removed your clothes.

"Please don't put alcohol on the wound," you stated as you used your other hand to grip on the sheets below you, closing your eyes as sweat dripped down your forehead. Kun was already holding a bottle of ethyl alcohol before gently placing them back down cautiously.

"Of course not," Kun laughed awkwardly before he grabbed a straight tweezer and removed your hand from the wound, slightly dabbing on it with the bloody handkerchief and removed it. "Ooh, that's a bit of a deep wound," he stated before slowly using the sterilized medical tweezers to grab the bullet.

Blood gushed out as he removed it, making you wince as Kun used a clean towel to put pressure on it. "Boss, can you hold onto this for a minute? I have to go get the dressing," Kun instructed as he nodded and placed his hand on the towel, making sure to apply pressure.

"You doing good, M/N?" Yuta asked you as he watched your pale lips turn upwards slightly into a smile.

"Of course. I have you, boss. I would've died if it weren't for you," you stated as you let out a shaky laugh. Yuta frowned as he clenched his other hand and cursed.

"Fuck! Kijo, that shithead. I hope he fucking rots in hell," he stated as he looked back at you. "Going to the point as to hurt my right-hand man. After everything I did for him? I practically showered him with a lot of things and he repays me by shooting you?"

You just chuckled as you patted Yuta's thigh. "Calm down, boss. This is just a scratch. It's something I can handle," you stated, assuring Yuta who furrowend his eyes at you.

"Just a scratch? M/N, you're losing a lot of blood!"

"He will lose more if you won't let me apply the dressing," Kun interrupted as he watched Yuta remove his hand from the towel, Kun replacing it with another clean but smaller towel before placing the dressing around your chest, ending to the back on your shoulder blade. Kun took out a sling and let you wore it. "We must elevate it and for the mean time," he  started as he grabbed a pain reliever and a glass of water.

Yuta helped you sit up as Kun offered you the glass of water and pain reliever. You popped the pain reliever into your mouth, swallowing as you drank the warm water. "For the mean time, you have to stop your works with the boss."

Hearing that, you sprayed your water all over Kun's coat, making the doctor wince in disgust. "I have to what?! There's no way I'll do that!"

"But Kun's right, M/N. You have to rest and heal. Your wound might get infected and too much force or work might irritate your wound," Yuta stated as he held your hand.

"But boss—"

"No buts, M/N. You're my right-hand man and I want you to stay alive until the day I die," Yuta joked before you rolled your eyes and huffed.

"Fine."

-----

It's already been a week ever since the gunshot wound incident and you're growing bored every single day. Yuta has been taking care of you well, of course. Washing your wound, putting on the dressing, and even helping you put on your clothes.

"Haechan-ah," you called out the sunshine boy who seems to be focused on the Nintendo switch he stole from Jisung. "Yah!"

"Ah, hyung! I'm playing Mario Kart. Can't you call another person who's not busy? Jaemin and Jeno aren't doing anything, so is Renjun," Haechan stated with an annoyed look as he rolled his eyes at you.

"This kid," you stated before looking back at the others, making you purse your lips as you observed how busy they were with their own things. So, you stood up and walked towards the fridge, making Chenle, who was near the fridge, scream frantically.

"AHHH! Hyung! What are you doing?!" Chenle shouted a little too high-pitched before he guided you back on the sofa. "Sit down! Didn't boss tell you to call Haechan if you wanted something."

"But he's busy."

"Busy my ass! Mark-hyung! Haechan-hyung stole Jisung's—"

"Shut up, will ya?" Haechan stated before he exited the game and grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge, making you shout happily as you grabbed the juice. "When's boss arriving anyway?"

You thought for a while before shrugging. "Don't exactly know but I'm guessing about...now," you stated and as soon as you said that, Yuta barged in the house and approached you. "See?"

"M/N! How've you been? You doing good?" He asked as he gestured for Haechan and Chenle to exit the room, Yuta locking the room soon after they left. "I hope you haven't exerted too much energy."

"I haven't. Trust me...but I'm growing bored. Can't you give me at least one small task? I just need something to do instead of just lying down and order someone to do what I want," you stated before you slumped down.

Yuta grinned mischievously. "Hm, you think giving me a blowjob would be nice?"

You looked up at him with wide eyes, opening your mouth to say something only to end up closing them back again, sticking your bottom lip out into a small pout before looking back down onto your lap. "Jeez, why do you always tease me? Just because you're my boss and I'm your right-hand man, doesn't mean I tolerate it always."

"But what if I'm being serious right now?" Yuta stated as he raised a brow at you, staring at your figure before raising your head by your chin using his thumb and index finger. "Just this once. It's a special task. Didn't you want something to do?"

"That's right, but I—"

"Ssh, it'll all be alright, M/N. Do you trust me?" Yuta asked as he looked into your sparkling (E/C) orbs, making you purse your lips before nodding as your answer. "That's right, that's it. Can you do it for me?"

"If it satisfies you, boss, then okay," you answered as you watched the other male stand back up. Yuta chuckled before he carressed your hair softly, leaning to his touch as you closed closed your eyes at the warmth from his hand.

"That's a good boy. But for now, why don't you call me 'sir' instead," Yuta stated as he unbuckled his belt, making you look away before nodding. At this point, your chest was starting to hurt at your fast heartbeat, adrenaline going through your veins as you heard his zipper.

After hearing his pants' fall down on the flower with a soft 'thud' you looked back at him to see him in just his dress shirt and boxers, an obvious tent displayed as you watched it carefully. "I-I can't use my other arm."

"That doesn't matter. You just sit there and look pretty while I use your mouth," Yuta stated as he pointed at his open mouth, making you blush hard. "You can use your other hand to tap my thigh if I ever go overboard, which is highly possible."

"Okay," you answered confidently as you watched Yuta pull his underwear down and hopped off of it before he held his huge schlong in his hand, making you gasp. "Uhm..are you sure that can fit in my mouth?"

Yuta nodded before he neared you and gently slapped your cheeks with his member, making you whimper as you side-eyed it. "Open your mouth, pretty," he instructed before you looked up at him and slowly opened your mouth.

The other hummed as he slowly placed the tip of his cock on your tongue, the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum on your palate as he thrusted slowly. You wrapped your lips around his tip and hollwed your cheeks as you sucked on it like a vaccuum.

Yuta grunted as he gritted his teeth and slowly inserted a few inches more into your mouth. You hummed as you laid your tongue flatly to swipe along the underside of his huge cock. "Fuck, M/N. That feels so good. Do it again, baby," he stated as he held your head and slowly slid in a few more inches.

You tensed your muscles a little bit before you let yourself succumb to Yuta's lead, your cheeks beet reed as you let the other do his thing with your mouth. "Ah, your mouth feels so amazing, pretty. Think you can swallow my cum for me? Hm?"

You hummed as you nodded and used your uninjured hand to hold onto Yuta's dress shirt and pushed him towards you, wanting Yuta to finally thrust inside your mouth. "Oh? Just seconds ago, it felt like you were against this idea and now you're being impatient?" Yuta teased before he thrusted once, making you hum.

Yuta looked down at you, your cheeks tinted red, pink plump lips, wrapped around his cock, your eyes closed in pleasure as your hair stuck to your forehead from your sweat. Yuta caressed your jaw with one finger before he placed his hand back onto your hair and thrusted his whole length in.

"Mmngh!" You let out a choked out moan as you opened your eyes widely in shock, tears pricked in the corner of your eyes.

"Shit. Sorry, babe. I got so invested with your warm mouth, I couldn't hold back, but weren't you the one who wanted me to thrust?" Yuta stated before he pulled his cock out then pushed it back, hitting the back of your throat, making you gag as you fisted the hem of his dress shirt. "Just remember to tap, baby."

You nodded before you let the other buck his lips wildly inside your mouth, making sure to always reach the back of your throat. Although you gagged and choked on his length, you never bothered to tap his thigh. You were liking it, the way he totally fucked your mouth.

"Hm, hell yeah. I wonder if your hole would feel this great," Yuta asked as he looked down at you, thrusting into your mouth atan alarming pace. Hearing that statement, you whole face went red as you looked up at Yuta and blinked twice before looking away. "You're so cute, M/N. Besides the strong and cold persona you show me everyday, I like this side of you."

You smiled a little bit as you used your free hand to play with his balls that constantly hit your chin. Yuta groaned as he continued to thrust inside your mouth. "Ah! Fuck, yes. Pretty, keep playing with sir's balls."

You nodded before swirling his balls in your hands and played with it, flicking on them once in a while that made Yuta grunt in pleasure. "Fuck, baby! Keep doing that. I'm close. Why don't you masturbate for me, baby? So, you can also find a release."

Freeing your member from your sweatpants, you began to jerk off rhythmically the same to Yuta's pace. You were already ahrd and leaking pre-cum so it wasn't hard to chase your high. Besides, you were already turned on by how Yuta looked like.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum, baby," he announced as he grunted a few more times while you jerked you cock off. Yuta let out a loud groan as he came inside your mouth while you came on your own hand and shirt, letting out a muffled moan as you swallowed Yuta's semen. "Ah, fuck Swallowing my cum. So fucking hot," he stated as he thrusted a few more times to ride out his high.

You pulled away from Yuta's still hard cock and frowned. "Sir, you're still hard."

"Well, duh. You're mouth's not the only hole I wanna fuck."

"BUT I'M INJURED!"

"Maybe next time."

[justplainwhump]

It

Mark and Gemma get a pet - p XXXII (the final part)

Tag list: @painful-pooch @for-the-love-of-nsfwhump @abitefullofwhump @whumpinggrounds @dragyouthroughthewhump

This is it. The final part. I’m emotional. I hope you will be too. Thanks for all the support, and to everyone who was with me during this ride.

Cw for BBU, pet whump, dehumanisation (whumpee partly referred to as ‘it’), referenced BBU-typical dubcon/noncon

[Masterpost] [Part I] [< Previous]

"Ms Gemma? Ms Gemma, I'm sorry, please? Let me out?"

Gemma heard faint taps against the bathroom door. It was odd how the pet was soft and quiet, even in despair. Gemma knew she was desperate. 

No. Not 'she'. It. It, the pet. Ira wasn't a person, Ira was a discarded toy, and Gemma had needed her - no, it - for a while. 

She didn't any longer. 

It hurt a little, admittedly. She'd allowed the pet to grow close to her, to become a part of her life. She felt good when the pet smiled at her, felt safe in its arms, comforted by its love.  She'd lost herself in its touch. 

More than herself.

She'd lost control. 

Of Mark, of her own emotions, of her life.

She'd be getting it back.

Gemma straightened her dress and turned away, checking herself in the hallway mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed from the last time she'd had with the pet, her hair a bit messy, her pupils still blown. It had been good, perfect, probably. Not great, though. She could see it more clearly, now that she was moving on. Great sex was - just in sex, in contrast to everything else - in the imperfection, in the giggles and the laughs and the insecurities and the 'do you like it when I do this?'. 

And Gemma was ready to have great sex again, with new acquaintances or maybe with old ones. She didn't need a pet with complex pet needs and peculiar pet feelings. She was in charge again. 

"Ms Gemma? Please? Let me out! I'll make up for it."

It hadn't done anything wrong. It had done everything right. 

The doorbell rang. 

Looking past the short term feelings of emotional attachment that had grown from heartbreak, Gemma simply just wasn't cut out to be a pet owner. She lacked the patience and the willingness to invest more money, and she definitely lacked the depravity that pets like Ira were designed for. 

The guy at the door, however, seemed to meet these criteria. Paul Summers, rich heir and investment banker. He'd contacted her via Craigslist, before they'd taken her ad down due to some ridiculous issue about community guidelines.

The camera showed a young man, slicked back blond hair, sunglasses, designer suit. On an afternoon at the weekend. Yeah. Definitely the kind to own a pet. Gemma buzzed him in, before she turned around and talked at the closed bathroom door. 

"Ira. Pet. You've been delivered with some handcuffs, right?"

"I..." A pause. "Yes, Ms Gemma."

"Put them on. Hands behind your back. And to your knees. I'm going to let you out in a minute."

After she heard the two faint clicks of cuffs being closed, she opened the apartment door to let in the visitor.

"Miss Sinclair." Summers grin was too wide and too white. "Thank you for making the time. That's a once in a lifetime offer you put up there." He took off his sunglasses and tucked them into his shirt while he looked her down. "You do look well fucked. Was that the pet?"

Gemma frowned at that level of disrespect, almost ready to show him the door again, were it not for the slim briefcase by his side. Cash, they'd agreed. There'd still be official papers to transfer ownership, but she didn't want the transaction show up on her account.

"It was." She smirked. "It's worth the money."

"Well, I hope she knows how to fuck a guy, too. You've had any chance to evaluate this?"

Gemma cleared her throat. What an ass. "My... ex. Yes. He was very satisfied."

"Nice." Another grin. "So, where is she?"

Gemma unlocked the bathroom door and pushed it open.

The pet was kneeling on the blue tiles, hands tied behind it, back straight, eyes cast down on the glossy blue tiles in front of it.

Tears were glimmering in the corners of its eyes. Gemma pretended not to see them. 

Summers didn't seem to notice them at all. "Well, aren't you a beauty?" He grabbed her - its - chin and tilted its face up, thumb running over its lower lip. "Fuck, I can't wait to try out that mouth."

Without turning around, he asked Gemma, "What's her name?"

"Ir...," Gemma cleared her throat. Her mouth was dry, all of a sudden. Ridiculous. "Ira," she repeated. It shouldn't feel like a betrayal.

"Ms... Ms Gemma?" Ira breathed. "Ms Gemma, who - ? Why?"

"You're a pet. I don't need a pet. He does."

"But I ..." Ira swallowed back a sob and Gemma felt her jaw tense. Pets learned to manipulate. They were made to make people feel things. It was an uncanny act. "I love you, Ms Gemma."

It stung. It stung so much, she didn't even hear what Summers said in reply to that.

She shook her head in disbelief. She was a professional. This was a business deal. Nothing more. "Excuse me, what did you say?"

"I think she'll do just fine. She doesn't need to love anyone, she just has to keep her mouth shut and spread those long legs whenever asked to. Can you do that, Ira?" His fingers were still on its lips, and somehow that irritated Gemma. 

"I..." Ira - the pet - swallowed, and its voice shifted to honey once more. This time, however, it sounded more viscous than sweet. "I am made to fulfill my owner's desires."

"Thought so." He smiled fondly. "So, Miss Sinclair, if you have the papers ready, I'll take her."

It, Gemma thought automatically. It. It. It. 

"Yeah," she mumbled, gaze on Ira, one last time. Large brown eyes, silently pleading. Soft white hair, that Summers was curling around a finger already. Tense muscles under scarred brown skin. And the collar, marking it for what it was. "Yeah. You take her."

It.

It sobbed. 

Gemma signed.

[the-yandere-cryptid]

it's so great to see you back! i've missed your writing! (and am living for the stuff you've just posted ^^) Could I make a request for a Doc Ock/trans man reader? Like someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and maybe saw too much 👀

TY for the kind words <3 This one wasn't as NSFT as I wanted to go for initially but if there's interest I have an idea for a continuation >:3c Anyways, enjoy this 1k drabble lol

Otto Octavius:

The simplicity of your job was delightful. You re-directed calls, ran errands, delivered things, made copies, and above all, you asked no questions. Many things at Oscorp were legitimately classified, and you were so blissfully unaware you couldn’t tell what was and what wasn’t, and it didn’t matter. Right now, this label-less briefcase you were carrying up to Harry Osborn’s penthouse? You had no idea what was in it, and you weren’t the least bit curious. You just put on your best smile and opened the door.

“Delivery for Mr…” you froze mid-step, eyes locked on your bosses limp body pinned against the wall. “…Osborn.”

The intruder—the super villain—turned to face you, him and two of his four tentacles. The other two slowly lowered Harry to the ground, depositing him on the floor beside the fireplace. Doctor Octopus in the flesh, and every bit as terrifying as the newspapers made him out to be. You had only met the man once, briefly, while he and Harry were planning the demonstration of his fusion reactor. Now he was nothing like the mild-mannered scientist you had met that day.

“Good thing you showed up,” Dr. Octavius informed you, taking a confident step forward. “I was just telling your boss here that I’d throw him over the balcony if he didn’t get me that precious tritium.”

Your legs began to shake, begging you to turn tail and run. You didn’t like the way he was approaching you, using his actuators to lift his body higher and tower over you. Halfway across the room he extended his human hand towards you, giving an expectant look. “Do the smart thing and hand it over.”

“…Sure,” you eventually nodded, offering up the silver briefcase. It sounded like it was for him anyways, or at the very least he was holding your boss hostage for it. An actuator reached out to grab the case from your hands, and Otto pulled it closer to inspect. While he was distracted with that, you attempted to back out of the room as quietly and nonchalantly as possible, holding your breath all the while. You got out to the hallway without incident, but a second later you heard the tentacles rumbling across the floor and bolted down the carpeted hall.

“No no no no no,” you hissed to yourself, slapping your hand on the elevator button. Thankfully it hadn’t moved since you stepped off and the doors opened immediately. You darted inside and turned to press the “shut door” button, throat constricting when you realized Otto was speeding down the hallway towards you. The doors began to slide closed, but not before the man launched himself forward, slamming into you and smashing you both against the far wall. The intercom chimed, and you were trapped in the elevator with a super villain. He pushed his body off of yours and grabbed your neck with a human hand, keeping you pinned on the wall.

“The briefcase was empty,” he informed you with a scowl. “Where is the tritium?”

Flabbergasted, you grabbed his wrist with both hands and tried to break free. “I-I don’t know, I’m just the delivery guy!”

“Exactly,” Dr. Octavius growled, stepping forward until your noses were almost touching, close enough you could see his eyes narrow behind his sunglasses. “Low-level work, probably paid abysmally. The amount of tritium I requested could fetch a pretty penny if it was sold to the right buyer.”

Two of his tentacles slammed against the wall on either side of your head. “So I ask you again: Where is the tritium?”

You shut your eyes and tried to swallow through his heavy-handed grip. You weren’t dying because of Harry’s stupid gambling with a super-villain. If he had sent you with a dud briefcase to waste Dr. Octavius’s time, that was his problem, not yours. “I’m telling you, I don’t have it!”

“Then why did you run?” he asked, tilting his head ever slightly.

“Because you’re scary as f—!” you trailed off, jutting your chin towards the actuator posed threateningly beside you. “Look, you can search me if you want, I swear I don’t have your tritium.”

You let go of his wrist, lifting both your hands up in surrender. He looked you up and down, grumbling for a second before he let you go. Before you could catch your breath his hands were on you again, rifling through your coat pockets. Oh, he’s really going for it.

You worked to keep yourself as calm and non-suspicious as possible, grimacing as Otto searched your pockets, inside your jacket, up and down your legs. His hand glanced over your nethers with little attention, but then you see his eyebrow quirk and he returned with a more purposeful grab. You squeaked and grabbed his wrist. “Uhhh. Please don’t grope my junk, sir.”

“Where…is…?” he trails off, obviously unsure what words to use. You rolled your eyes.

“Why, you trying to hop on?” you scoffed. His lip twitched, and you remembered with a bit of a start that you were still trapped in an elevator with a super-powered criminal. You quickly switched up your tone. “I’m not…uh, working with the same kit you are.”

“Oh.” Otto pulled back his hand and coughed awkwardly. “I apologize for assuming, then.”

“All good, you done with your little pat down?” you questioned. At some point during your conversation the elevator had chugged into motion, meaning someone, somewhere would be standing in front of this elevator door when it opened. You would prefer they not see you getting your junk grabbed by a super villain.

“I suppose,” he grumbled, his actuators finally pulling away from the wall. He looked over his shoulder and pressed the button leading to Harry’s penthouse suite with his knuckles. “I’ll have to go back up and have a word with your boss, then.”

“Please do, and tell him I don’t appreciate him putting me in a position where I’m getting my genitals felt up by villains.” The doors opened, and past Otto’s shoulder you saw a dumbfounded woman carrying a box full of folders. You circled around him and stepped out the elevator, calling out over your shoulder. “But if you wanna do that again on your own time, you give me a call.”

“Achk—I’m SORRY?” The elevator doors shut just in time, and you flashed the stunned woman beside you a resigned “what can you do?” smile.

“Mr. Osborn’s client. Nice guy, kind of handsy.” You watched as she finally let a nervous half-smile break through her shock.

“Kind of handsy,” she repeated, giggling. “’Cause of the extra hands.”

“That is definitely the joke I was going for.”