#do not tell me to fix something unless you're going to pay

[mimipolo]

If you do nsfw requests, could you do nam-gyu being submissive? If not, how about sharing a bed with him? Thanks and have a great day! ❤️

sub!Nam-gyu x reader (nsfw)

This will be my first time writing smut but for you anon I will. You were definitely cooking with the idea tho, he could be made submissive.

It's another one of those cold nights. You're enjoying the cool weather, leaning against the window sill and gazing out dreamily. Life was tiring, managing check to check was tiring. But somewhere amid the chaos you managed to find solid ground, a stable job that pays enough to pay the bills and have extra left over. Life was good.

Even Nam-gyu was getting better, for you. Yes he's still working towards sobriety but you rather he'd be drunk or high off weed than drugs.

That's when you hear the door unlock from the living room. Knowing it was him from the jangling of his keys. Your mood perks up a bit knowing he's finally home from work, you missed him during the day as you usually worked from home.

You're about to step out the bedroom to welcome him home but he's already there, eyes low and focused as he hovers you. There's a softness to his demeanor you couldn't pin point. You couldn't name what's different yet so instinctively you still move in to embrace him. Linking your fingers behind his back as you kiss his jaw gently.

"Welcome home, how was work?"

"Okay."

At his dry response you're immediately confused, tilting your head slightly at him. Usually he'd be more than happy to talk your ear off about how annoying work was and it's crappy customers that spill liquor everywhere and so on.

But he's quiet, eyes still intently fixed on you as if expectantly. His breath smelling sweeter than usual is the only thing you could note. Your eyebrows screw together tighter as silence continues to dominate the room.

"Something happen?"

What you didn't expect was when you squeezed his waist to urge him to talk was the faint whimper that falls from his lips, his body suddenly hunching over yours. It feels hot to the touch even under his clothes.

"Please..."

Is the only word he mutters, his hands shakily reaching for you, digging themselves under your sweater to roam the warmth hidden under. It finally clicks in your head what's going on and it takes everything not to laugh at how soft he's being as he buries his head into your shoulder. You know he'd get embarassed and back out even in this state.

Glancing down to look into his eyes it didn't look like he was high, he looked transfixed. His face blushed a soft pink and lips slightly parted in a way that makes you want to coo at him.

"Please what Nam?" he groans in frustration at your words, already knowing he won't get anything unless he asks.

"You know what you always do this..." Huffing defeatedly against your neck as you rub his back.

"I want you... please." You roll your eyes softly at his answer, knowing this was the best you'd get from him as you lead him to lie on your bed.

His back is to the headboard and he's immediately grasping for you, grabbing your face firmly to kiss you as you straddle his lap. He's whining in the saddest way inbetween each breath as if he could do without air. When he knows you're not pulling away he lets go of your face and holds your waist in a death grip, still pulling you impossibly closer.

You smile against his sloppy kisses while your hands move to his waist, fingers purposefully grazing his crotch to see how sensitive he was. The violent buck into your palm tells you enough, he sighs shakily at the feeling, stopping mid kiss to collect himself, his gaze shifting away from yours as he mutters something you can't decipher under his breath.

"It's okay hm? You came to me for help right?"

You gently comfort him through it, you knew he couldn't handle the potential ego bruise if you teased him too much. He brushed his hair hurriedly behind his ears as he nods, sitting up right for you as if he was recieving a reward.

Stiffling a whimper behind his hand as he watches you unzip his trousers, his breaths are heavy above you and you're honestly just enjoying doing things slowly. He's so hard it hurts and he genuinely wonders how he managed to stay calm when he first saw you, looking at him so affectionately.

The thought of you just looking at him like that again has him grinding into your hand as you finally peel off his boxers. Seeing you holding up his shirt he takes charge of taking the peice of cloth from your hands and keeping it between his teeth. You look up at him gratefully and his body flushes hotter. He didn't understand why he always felt this way whenever you looked so calm taking him into your care.

He's hot, everywhere you could tell his body was flushed even under the moonlight. He leans towards the thicker side and he's an overall average length. A soft squeeze draws a low moan from him, beads of pre cum dripping thickly from his tip. You both just stare for a moment before he breathlessly speaks up.

"I- Just do it already or I'm gonna lose it here..."

His grip on your hips even tighter as he waits for you, never taking any action himself, a silent agreement of obedience. You peck his lips softly, moving your hand slowly up and down his shaft, whispering sweet words that have him curling into you almost suffocatingly.

Eventually you pick up the pace slightly, his mouth now sucking into the skin of your neck, out of his own desire to have you and to quiet his moans. You could feel the slick from his tip smearing on your clothes, still so persistent to get closer to you as if he isn't already breathing down your neck. A broken "Faster-" catches your attention and you realise you'd been maintaining the same pace for at least twenty minutes.

"'M sorry, gonna get you there okay?" You mutter apologetically, your free hand stroking through his hair. He tries to respond but he's cut off by being jerked off faster, nodding his head as he unlatches his mouth from your neck. He's switching between curses and strained "thank you"'s the faster you go.

You know he's getting close when his hips start flinching and his body's so hunched over yours you could end up on your back, it was like he was engulfing you(it's happened before.) You genuinely wonder what has him so worked up like this all of a sudden but you don't mind, it's one of the only times he likes to listen to whatever you say.

With a gutteral moan he suddenly comes undone, shooting ropes into your fist. Slipping down the smooth surface of his abdomen and unfortunately, on your sweater too. You watch him with wide eyes, he came faster than he usually does. He slowly comes down from his high, you softly jerking him through it.

He seems to come back to reality at the last moment, unconsciously leaning his full body weight against you. You groan externally as you're made to fall onto your back, his hands squeezing at your chest dazily as he moves to rest his head against yours.

You can feel the cum on his stomach smear against yours when he shifted it up to get his hands under your sweater, making you groan in annoyance. But he seems completely unbothered, to you and the mess he's made of your clothes.

"Care to share what happened now?"

"Chocolates at work, dunno they had some crazy shit in them, felt so good." Is what he mutters before dosing off but you're left thinking. Aphrodisiacs? At the bar? He didn't ask before just eating them??You don't get the opportunity tonight to ask him all your questions. They'll have to wait till later.

I hope this is okay, I honestly was sweating writing this.

[h0ney-bee]

Another new oc wip

[beloveds-embrace]

More roomate!au thoughts because, again, my brain never stops. When you move in with them, dont expect to be able to do anything by yourself ever again (unless its housework and their away), your car needs fuel? Dont worry Simon will go with you and fill it up for you and dont even think about trying to pay for it yourself, you tried once and Simon just glared at you so you tucked your card back into your purse. You need to go get a few supplies for college, Price and Gaz are joining you and giving their opinions about the best laptop to get or the best stationary (they fill out enough paperwork that they know the best ones). You're cooking them dinner, Johnnys right by your side following your every order and helping to wash up while you go relax on the sofa waiting for whatevers in the oven. And you will want for nothing, you see a pair of shoes you want while out shopping but their outside of your price range, they arrive at your door a week later just after the boys deploy, you see a pretty necklace on TV and comment on it, Johnnys there behind you fastening it just before your next night out. You lament that your mattess and bed are uncomfortable, a new one arrives the next and it just so happens to be big enough to fit all 5 of you on it.

Yeah, the boys would 1000% give you princess treatment

My mind is still on that drabble so i absolutely love this so so so very much god yes….

Original post

It doesn’t end there, of course. God, they do so, so much for you.

It’s Simon who stands right outside the bathroom door when you get sick late at night, trying to be quiet and not bother anyone yet when you tell him he should go to sleep, you’ll be fine, he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence.

“Don’t need sleep,” he grunts, pulling you against his body. Despite your protests, his warmth alone makes you melt. “Jus’ tell me what you need.”

It’s Gaz who gifts you with a surprise spa day kit after he notices how exhausted you look during your exams, gently pushing aside your laptop. “You look knackered, lovie,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you, alright? You always spoil us when we return anyways, this the least we can do.”

It’s Johnny who immediately knows your day has been shit just from listening the way you shuffle in, shoulders slumped and head downcast.

“Someone steal yer sunshine, hen?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it, Johnny,” you mumble tiredly, yet you have no energy to refuse when he leads you to the couch. “Bad day. I’ll just go to my room-“

“Nah, none o’ that,” he shakes his head, taking your bag. “Sit down, aye? I’ll fix you up something warm.” Though he makes sure to drap a blanket over yours shoulders before he goes into the kitchen, muttering about food.

It’s Price who goes hand in hand with your safety. All of them do make you feel safe but John is just- a bit different.

Once, you were being followed after you finished shopping and like an idiot, you’d forgotten your usual pepper spray you carried. You knew you were being followed because you could feel the eyes constantly on you and you circled the same area several times. Your hands are shaking when you text him, praying to every god-

- john

- Yes, love?

You are too afraid to even crack a smile at his serious punctuation.

- someones following me idk what to d

You don’t wait for him to reply. Just nervously, with too many typos, you tell him where you are and if please can he come or any of the men-

When John appears by your side in no less than five minutes, he just pulls you close to his side.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He ushers you along. “Bloke’s been dealt with. Give me your backs, yeah? Next time tell me or any of the muppets to join you.”

Too late you notice the blood splatters on his knuckles.

Also, remember when I said the original ad had been because they wanted someone to keep the place tidy when they are away? That doesn’t apply when they are home. If they see you cleaning or cooking, they are helping- nu uh, no complaints allowed, they are not about to let you slave away when you have four very capable men at your beck and call.

Hell, once it was Johnny who saw you scrubbing the kitchen floors and he just picked you up and placed you on the counter, tsking at you.

In a few hours, John returned to find all of them cleaning the kitchen; Soap was now dusting, Gaz vaccuming, and Simon wiping the counters.

And you were bundled in the couch corner, cozy and cute.

“What’s all this?” He asked, an eyebrow raised, and you shrug.

“She was tryin’ to clean.” Johnny grumbled from the corner.

“And you didn’t stop her sooner?”

“Bloody stubborn bird,” Ghost was the one who replied this time, not even looking up.

You opened your mouth to argue, but the look John fixed you with made you shut your mouth with a click.

“Good girl.”

The warmth on your cheeks was definitely not from overworking, at least.

You mention needing new clothes? You wake up to Simon’s credit card on your nightstand with a note ordering you to use it. “Strangely”, you can’t find neither your own card nor your wallet.

You also can’t find him, but Kyle’s there and oh wow! He has nothing to do so he will in fact be joining you (and making you model the dresses and outfits and send pictures to the others so you can be drowned in compliments)!

Also i like to hc that john(s) are both huge coffee lovers and they do in fact have those huge, fancy coffee machines yk? They are insulted when they see you drink the cheap, shitty, tasteless instant coffee you are surviving on and from then on, you will wake up every day to warm, fresh coffee made for you <33

Anyways gods i love them sm can you tell 😩😩

[sky-is-the-limit]

Captain Price and Commander Graves fighting for your attention would consist of:

(Reader is part of TF141 and only has a professional relationship with both. On the outside at least.)

Explicit part 2 here

➳ Price having to hastily leave the room whenever Graves would so blatantly hit on you by either complimenting your shooting skills or devouring you whole with his gaze so he wouldn't remove Grave's head from his neck.

➳ Graves daydreaming about Price getting blown off whenever you'd call him 'Captain' or look at him with those puppy eyes awaiting for a command and Price staring at your lips for way too long.

➳ Price purposely pairing you up with him so you wouldn't have to be the one to go with Graves and his Shadows (plus a lot of whining from Soap cause he'd always have to do the dirty job.)

➳ Gaz would have to physically remove Price from the meeting room when Graves wouldn't agree on moving forward with the mission unless he had you on the team.

➳ Graves insisting loudly on you joining the Shadow Company after this mission cause he'd be a much better boss and he'd take such a good care of you under his command, a thousand filthy words hiding behind that everlasting smirk on his face.

➳ Price trying to hide his smile whenever you'd tell Graves to fuck off cause your team, especially your boss are just fine and you're good where you are.

➳ Price taking advantage of how comfortable and safe you feel with him with gentle touches, even better if Graves would be there to watch, touching your shoulder, fixing something on your uniform, lingering his fingertips a bit too long whenever handing you something.

➳ Graves biting back by making you laugh, telling you the stupidest jokes quietly enough so no one else would hear just to watch your cold exterior towards him crumble, earning a giggle from your lips before you replace it with your usual annoyed expression towards him.

➳ Price ordering you to do little things outside of the mission just to prove how obedient and eager you are to follow his every command with your usual, playful "Yes, Captain" or "Right away, sir" with a tone that revealed your obvious favoritism and Price having to excuse himself way too early for 'bed' cause that's all he could think about.

➳ Graves feeling so jealous he would unfortunately take it out on his Shadows, wishing you were calling him your Commander instead. One time, it accidentally fell from your lips while you had to pair up with them and Price wasn't present, and he almost finished in his pants.

➳ Price accidentally letting his calm composure slip and mumbling a soft "Don't leave." Wanting to add a silent 'me' at the end but then quickly realising how frustrating it was that Graves proposal got under his skin even though he knows how loyal to him you are. "Don't leave the task force, Y/L/N. We need you here."

➳ Graves following you outside in the beautiful quiet of the night, only the stars and the cool breeze accompanying you as you both sat in silence on the ground. He would let his guard down a bit, telling you all about the starry night sky back in his hometown in the US and how you'd love to see it, indirectly asking you to.

➳ Price bringing you coffee late in the armory while you'd be cleaning your weapon, sitting down next to you with his warm tea in hand. Just your presence would be enough to calm the thousand waves crushing in his mind.

➳ Graves would definitely become a stalker accidentally, trying to catch you alone cause whenever you'd be around your task force or Price, you wouldn't pay him much attention. "Running away from me, soldier?" He'd corner you against a surface, gaze intimidating like a predator about to devour his prey.

If you were to reply with his title like "Why would you think that, Commander?" He'd probably forget where the two of you were and press you up against the nearest wall.

➳ Price would notice you easing up for Graves and would take matters into his own hands, asking you straight away if there was something going on between the two of you and telling you how unprofessional it was, jealousy so very visible on his face.

"Are you jealous, Captain?" Your tone playful and unserious like always. He'd finally do something bolder, frustration catching up to him like a wildfire. "What if I am, Y/N?" He'd throw his cigar on the floor, eyes never leaving yours before closing in so the remaining smoke would hit your face along with the realisation.

"Do something about it then." And so he would.

➳ Graves would intentionally let slip something about yourself that you have told him on your little private midnight walks in front of Price, to let him know that the coldness you display is in fact only for show and that he knows more about you on a personal level.

➳ Price would have to take a step outside before doing something he'd regret, cursing the universe and Shepherd for bringing this asshole into his path to steal you away from him before his racing thoughts would get interrupted by the very person he despised the most.

"We're both grown men here, Price. Oh, and you know what they say. Sharing is caring."

What Graves would imply made him look even more dangerous in Price's eyes. Either let the better man win your affections or have them both share you so you wouldn't have to choose, even at the same time:).

[ms-demeanor]

One thing that I keep seeing whenever I make posts that are critical of macs is folks in the notes going "they make great computers for the money if you just buy used/refurbs - everyone knows not to buy new" and A) no they don't know that, most people go looking for a new computer unless they have already exhausted the new options in their budget and B) no they don't make great computers for the money, and being used doesn't do anything to make them easier to work on or repair or upgrade.

Here's a breakdown of the anti-consumer, anti-repair features recently introduced in macbooks. If you don't want to watch the video, here's how it's summed up:

In the end the Macbook Pro is a laptop with a soldered-on SSD and RAM, a battery secured with glue, not screws, a keyboard held in with rivets, a display and lid angle sensor no third party can replace without apple. But it has modular ports so I guess that’s something. But I don’t think it’s worthy of IFixIt’s four out of ten reparability score because if it breaks you have to face apple’s repair cost; with no repair competition they can charge whatever they like. You either front the cost, or toss the laptop, leaving me wondering “who really owns this computer?”

Apple doesn't make great computers for the money because they are doing everything possible to make sure that you don't actually own your computer, you just lease the hardware from apple and they determine how long it is allowed to function.

The lid angle sensor discussed in this video replaces a much simpler sensor that has been used in laptops for twenty years AND calibrating the sensor after a repair requires access to proprietary apple software that isn't accessible to either users or third party repair shops. There's no reason for this software not to be included as a diagnostic tool on your computer except that Apple doesn't want users working on apple computers. If your screen breaks, or if the fragile cable that is part of the sensor wears down, your only option to fix this computer is to pay apple.

How long does apple plan to support this hardware? What if you pay $3k for a computer today and it breaks in 7 years - will they still calibrate the replacement screen for you or will they tell you it's time for new hardware EVEN THOUGH YOU COULD HAVE ATTAINED FUNCTIONAL HARDWARE THAT WILL WORK IF APPLE'S SOFTWARE TELLS IT TO?

Look at this article talking about "how long" apple supports various types of hardware. It coos over the fact that a 2013 MacBook Air could be getting updates to this day. That's the longest example in this article, and that's *hardware* support, not the life cycle of the operating system. That is dogshit. That is straight-up dogshit.

Apple computers are DRM locked in a way that windows machines only wish they could pull off, and the apple-only chips are a part of that. They want an entirely walled garden so they can entirely control your interactions with the computer that they own and you're just renting.

Even if they made the best hardware in the world that would last a thousand years and gave you flowers on your birthday it wouldn't matter because modern apple computers don't ever actually belong to apple customers, at the end of the day they belong to apple, and that's on purpose.

This is hardware as a service. This is John Deere. This is subscription access to the things you buy, and if it isn't exactly that right at this moment, that is where things have been heading ever since they realized it was possible to exert a control that granular over their users.

With all sympathy to people who are forced to use them, Fuck Apple I Hope That They Fall Into The Ocean And Are Hidden Away From The Honest Light Of The Sun For Their Crimes.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

How would konig react if reader left? like maybe without a trace n just disappeared cause she couldn’t anymore?

Hehehe... No one escapes König.

TW/CW: Can we just all agree that toxic!König is a trigger warning on its own from now on? I mean, it's the regular: stalking, harassing, sexism, potential killing(s)... also light angst (featherlight if you compare to the "cheating on König" answer.)

I mean, sure, he would be upset if he found out reader is trying to get away from him. He's not stupid. König knows he's built different (in more ways than one) and knows he will never be the man reader deserves. Still, he is fixed on the idea that they belong together. They are carved from the same tree. She is the moon to his sun, the light to his darkness. Wherever she goes, he goes. It should be the other way around, but if the woman of his dreams plays hard to get... Sure, he'll entertain her.

If someone approaches reader, König gets very territorial. Those poor souls get threats, maybe even some stabbing – this really depends on the situation. But if reader tries to detach or leave the relationship, he would observe this change in behavior with curious anxiety.

If drastic measures are taken and she tries to escape or make a disappearing act, König would simply do everything he can to find her. And let me tell you: this man can and will outwit anyone who doesn't share his background and training. So unless reader gets some actual, skilled, professional help from outside, she doesn't have much of a chance.

And when König eventually finds her, he would try to talk her back. Just persuade, persuade, persuade. Apologize if and when he has done something wrong. Shower her with attention and compliments and gifts. Beg, even – on his knees like a lovelorn knight. If reader says it's over and she doesn't want to continue the relationship, it would break his heart. But that would only last for a day or two. He knows who he belongs to and most of all, who belongs to him, so he would form a plan. König wouldn't get too discouraged.

He would simply draw his shoulders back and stay around. For years, if need be. After all, he already won her heart – he will do so again. He promised he would never let her go.

He would check up on her, be very suave and gentlemanly about it. Reader can always talk to him if she needs someone to turn to. They can at least remain friends, right?

If she answers his calls, he would at some point come over. Uninvited, yes, but just to pay a brief visit... See if she needs something. He is always willing to help should reader need something. A bookshelf needs to be assembled? He's on it! Reader needs a ride somewhere? He's already on his way. Whatever it is, he can do it. (He will show her how useful he is, verdammt noch mal.)

If reader tries to see others... uh-oh. König would start by threatening the possible candidates. No one would stay around for long to oppose this man. If they did, well, death sentence for them! Or at least a new hole somewhere. While he sort of knows that what he's doing is wrong, he also can't stand the idea of someone laying eyes, let alone a finger on her. He can't stand the thought of spending the rest of his life without her, because if she were to find someone new, someone better, he would watch that shit from afar and slowly break to pieces. And that's just not an option.

One slip of a comfort fuck, and she wouldn't get him out of her house. He would view it as a sign that you're back together again no matter what you tell him. Also, did I say comfort fuck? I meant mad, pent-up pounding that lasts the whole night. The sheets would be in shreds, reader would be covered in sweat and cum and tears and bite marks made in the heat of passion and frustration. The cuddles that follow nearly leave her bruised. König has missed her SO much 💞

So, the cocktail would be: hunting her down, harassing, stalking and "helping" her, bullying her dates... Our king would even resort to simping 🥺.

But König would only say he's in love. He will simply never find another you ❤️. (And you're not allowed to find anyone else either.)

He would view it romantic in a way: reader forces him to woo her all over again! As we already know, hunter/prey dynamics only give him a thrill. She must like the setting too. Why else would she do something like this? "Women and their games…" That would be his thought, accompanied with a shrug.

[kangmoon27]

STILL MINE | Jungkook ff

Pairing: Ex Jungkook x Married Y/N

Summary: He knew you're still he's, even after your break up, even after your marriage. You're still his. But he wanted you to pay for what you did so he came after your daughter.

Warning: age-gap, pretty dark, talks about daughter. hard, s'x, c'm, yandere, obsessed, possessive

You couldn't move your feet, his face is a few inches away from yours. Gulping hard while trying to get yourself out of this awkward situation but he wouldn't let you go that easily, he still enjoys those looks in your eyes, a mixture of guilt, shook and loss.

"It's nice to see you again my lady." He said before kissing the back of your hand, you immediately pulled your hand away from him and avoided his eyes.

"I'm married now." You said. He laughed and nod his head, walking around the office and looking at you with a teasing look. "I know, you married my friend while with me." He said making this more awkward for you.

"Just call me when you need something sir." You said before bowing. As you're about to leave, he immediately grabs your hand and pushes you on his desk making you whipped in pain after your hand hits the hard wood.

"You're new yet you're already disrespectful to your boss huh, you're bold Mrs. Kang" He said while caressing your face. You pushed his hand and avoided looking into his eyes.

"How long has it been? 20 years? Damn that's so long, what happened to your rich boy? Bankrupt? Is that's why you're the one who's working now.? Damn you made the wrong choice then." He said before moving away from you.

"Go. Now." He watches you immediately making your way out.

"What do you mean she's not yet home? It's already midnight." You shouted at your husband who's just sitting pretty on the couch while watching tv.

Oh gosh, how did you get yourself into this. You truly. made the wrong decision, you married the wrong guy. "Gosh will you stop over reacting, your daughter is all grown up now." He said as if he didn't care about your girl's safety.

"Myung she's only 16!!" You shouted making him irritated and left you, he grabbed his jacket and left the house. You're left alone, he's always been like that, leaving you behind after argument and never wanted things to get fixed.

Running your fingers through your hair is frustrating. As you're about to walk upstairs you see a car stop in front of your house. You immediately went out and saw your daughter coming out of it.

"Gwen, who's that." You asked, she turned around and looked at you, she didn't say anything and went inside the house.

Chuckles left his mouth seeing your statement. You look at the man who owns the car and immediately recognize him. Before you could even make your way towards him, he already started to driveway.

"What are you doing with my daughter huh?" You said entering his office.

He turned to look at you and ignored you. You scoff and bang on his desk. "So you're ignoring me now huh? What are you doing with my daughter last night?"

"You really don't know how to respect your boss do you. What a shame. By the way I brought something for you." He handed you an envelope. You open it and see a picture of your husband with someone else.

"Tell your husband to better find a good hiding place next time it has been seen by your daughter." He said.

"Don't interfere with my marriage, I know how to handle my family." You said before handing him your resignation letter even though you just started yesterday. You're not planning on working with him your entire time here.

"Seriously? Is this how unprofessional you are? Or you haven't moved on yet, come on Y/n you need money, you need money to keep yourself presentable to keep your husband's d'ck." He chuckles while shooking his head.

"You don't know anything." You said.

"Then tell me. Tell me how you can't keep him loyal to you. Unless you're allowing him cheat right Infront of you." He said while laughing.

You stayed silent.

He looked at you. Your head were low. You plays with your finger, he knew you're being anxious. He stood up from his seat and walk Infront of you. Pulling you in his embrace.

"F'ck why are you letting him?." He said, giving you comfort in his embrace.

"He help me with Alot of things, the least I can do in return is to make him at least have fun." You stated.

"And cheat on you? Right Infront of you?" He couldn't believe you're letting this happen to you, he knew how naive and bold you are. This person standing Infront of him right now is totally opposite from the woman he used to know.

"He's a d'ck he should know your worth." He said, caressing your face and wipe your tears away. His eyes were on yours, soon his lips meet yourself. Pulling you closer to him and sat you on his desk.

His hand runs down your inner th'gh

And caresses your folds receiving m'an from you, circling your legs around his waist. His sliding your undergarment on the other side and slowly slide down his f'ngers in your c'nt making you deep your nails onto his skin. The tension on the room heated.

Your eyes and his were full of lust. Hanger for each other's touch. He pulled away and look into your eyes as he goes on his knees.You bend your standing leg and lay your stomach on his desk, pulling him just a little closer to your center. His t'ngue has slid down to your h'le and bringing him closer has bumped his nose against your cl't. you shamelessly run your hips side to side in an attempt to catch it again.

He grabs your a's just a bit tighter, He dips his t'ngue into your entrance, brings it back out, and repeats the movement, alternating shake of his nose against your clit, you felt your stomach's butterfly going crazy. You knew you're about to c'm. You could hear belt clicking. Without any words he inserted h'mself In you making you gasp on air. His hand run around your hip and your neck pulling you closer to him and deepen himself.

"Still Mine huh. You like it that way. I can take all your pain away." He said while buried deep in you.

It continues after that day in the office, he promises you Alot of things and one of them is to take you away from here. Take you away from misery. Right now you're in the airport waiting for him. You texted him several time as your flight announced will fly in 30 minutes.

You patiently waited for him as he is supposedly come here along with your daughter to run away. Time run faster just like you anxiety. Your flight is Flying in 10 minutes yet you're not receiving any response from him.

After a few minutes it was announced that your flight already flew away. You stood up to leave, you're nervous thinking that Jungkook must have been failed to take your daughter with him because of your husband. You hurriedly walk out of the airport when you received a photo.

Your tears flooded in your eyes till it escape and rolled down your cheek.

Knocking on his door and he opened it after a few minutes. Jungkook smiled after seeing you. Your eyes darkened and slapped him hard.

"So you wanted me to pay huh?, you wanted me to pay for marrying Myung over you? Is this what it is all about? Well I hope you're happy now."

He laughed at your face, your eyes were red and he's sure it's because of your precious tears. "So you've seen the photos I've sent you huh, isn't hot?."

"Did you had fun?" You asked. He nod his head with a proud smile on his lips. You couldn't help but to slap him for the second time.

"Well I hope you had fun f'cking your own daughter."

Part 2

[dnfity]

they were so silly in your fic thank you so much :(( question. how do you write such realistic dialogue? your dialogue is seriously some of the best i've seen in this fandom

sorry it took me so long to get to this i wanted to try and give a good answer. i think the biggest thing that helps me is to just try to imagine them say whatever piece of dialogue i just wrote in my head. if it sounds weird, then i change it and i'll keep changing and changing it until it sounds real.

i wrote some general notes below and its long so dont open unless u want an essay on your dash:

george:

i think i find george's the easiest only bc i watch his videos/streams the most. some notes for him is that he says dreams name when talking to him A LOT. if u notice, he'll usually say it after shorter commanding phrases. for example, "it's fine, dream" or "stop, dream" or "i dont know, dream". he'll also use his name at the beginning of phrases whenever hes about to complain about something lmao. let's say george wants to go out or something. instead of straight up saying he wants to go out, he might say something like "dream, im bored. this vicinity that we're in, it's boring" expecting dream to fix the problem for him.

adding onto that, he loves his little vocab words. words like befuddled seem to be favorites for him. i think he just likes the way certain words feel to say if that makes sense. (dream is one of those words). he also tends to speak in shorter phrases sometimes, especially when hes trying to joke around. his way of speaking in general doesnt typically involve long-winded explanations. in fact, in the past, when dream or sapnap dont understand what hes saying, he usually gets annoyed. "how do you not know what i'm talking about? you're an idiot."

dream:

the thing that stands out the most to me with dreams way of speaking is that hes usually very honest with everything he says. if he suddenly gets this surge of appreciation or gratitude towards someone, he'll most likely vocalize it. he also - contrary to george - tends to draw out his sentences. i think he is definitely a saying before speaking kind of person, and that usually involves him cutting sentences off to start new ones, run on sentences, etc. he has that adhd way of speaking lmao. stuttering, saying "like" a lot, feeling like he cant get the sentence out as fast as his mind is going, switching between topics while telling a story.

dream also sees the world through a technicalities a little lmao. what i mean by that is that he tends to want to be very specific when it comes to his actions / the things he observes. for example, he can't just say, "i slept so much last night." it'll go more like, "i slept so much last night. i slept for like, twenty hours. ok, well, maybe not twenty hours but it was like - okay, it was maybe like, sixteen hours." this i think also manifests into terms he used to use a lot such as recency bias (and george kinda does too, but i think he does it mostly when talking to dream, a way of mirroring him during a conversation).

tldr just really pay attention to the way they speak to each other and spin them around in your head.

im sure there are things im missing but i hope that was at least somewhat helpful. i also didnt read over this after typing it so if there are errors im sorry.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Making Him my Houseboy

This is Rod, my boyfriend. I was head over heels for the bodybuilder when we started going out...but that all changed when he moved in. Now, it's painfully obvious that he's just using me for a free room and beer.

Rod refuses to get a job. He insists that he needs the time to work out, but I've only ever seen him lounge around the house while I pay the bills. He barely even bothers to thank me for all the cooking or cleaning I do for him. It's like I'm his goddamn maid or something!

The first thing he says to me when I walk through the door is "Grab me a beer?" before holding out his palm expectantly.

He's a selfish partner, but Rod has no clue who he's dating. If he knew he was in a relationship with a warlock, I'm sure he'd treat me with more respect. I've got a lot of power, and I can easily fix his faults. I'm determined to turn him into real husband material.

Rod is going to have to change, a lot.

After reviewing some ancient manuscripts, I notice a spell that will supposedly make him into the "ideal household partner." The text seems a little vague, but it's worth a shot.

During my lunch break, I lock my office door and begin the ritual as the book describes. It doesn't take long to complete, but I have to wait until the workday is over before I can go home and see if Rod changed.

Stepping through the door after a long day at work, I immediately check the couch, but Rod isn't there. Looking into the home gym, I notice it's empty too. Those are the only two places I've ever found him.

"Babe, I'm home!" I call warily into the house, "Where are you at?"

"In the kitchen, babe!" his deep voice announces.

The joy in his voice throws me off. Nothing about the way he speaks sounds like my boyfriend. Rod hates using pet names, and he never set foot in that kitchen.

I nervously step towards the voice, and what I see in there almost gives me a heart attack!

Rod, my hyper-muscular and annoyingly masculine boyfriend has my frilly cooking apron on his built frame. I've never seen him smile with his teeth and yet his face beams with joy when I come in.

"Welcome home, honey. How was your day?"

This is already the most conversation we've had in a week. He's not the talkative type at all. He's not really the type to do anything other than pump iron, drink beer, and occasionally mess around in bed.

"It was good," I manage to say, "What have you been up to?"

"Well," my boyfriend chuckles, "This pie is for you, honey. I know how much you like it, and it's fresh from the oven. I just finished cleaning up the kitchen. It was a huge mess."

"Oh, so, you clean now too?" I gasp.

"What are you saying?" he playfully chides me, "Of course I do, babe. You deserve to come home to a clean house after a long day. Now, give me a kiss."

"Ok," I breath before stumbling his way.

Rod pulls off his rubber gloves and catches me before I fall into him, pulling me into a sweet peck on the lips. I sink into his arms, feeling his hard pecs beneath the apron.

The old Rod never kissed me unless he wanted something, but This Rod is clearly different. That spell was very effective.

"You must be tired, babe," he purrs into my ear, "Get comfortable. There's snacks in the living room, and I'll make you a drink."

I stumble to the couch and sink into the spot where I normally find Rod. This transformation has been hot, but I still have whiplash from all the sudden changes in him.

"Tell me about your day, honey!" he insists as he pours out my favorite wine.

"It was the usual 9 to 5: nothing special," I explain, "But it was payday, so that was nice."

I have no idea how to talk about myself, let alone my work. It's not like Rod ever used to ask me about either of those two things.

"I'm sure it was exhausting," Rod smiles as he delivers my drink, "You know, I'm so lucky to have you. You're going to be a big-shot one day, and I'll be right behind you like always."

The comforting words are so unlike him, but it's s turning me on to see him leaning into a new role as my submissive housewife. I'm really starting to like this house-broken Rod.

"Enough about me," I say, "Tell me about your day, sugar tits."

Rod's normally stoic face actually blushes at my comment. He'd never been this bashful.

"Let me grab the laundry while I do," he sings back in baritone, "I need to finish ironing your clothes for work tomorrow."

Rod swiftly lumbers off to the washer and dryer in the back of the house. I doubt he even knew where those things were this morning, let alone how to use them, but he returns with a basket of my shirts and underwear, setting up the ironing board like he'd done it a thousand times.

"It's a little embarrassing but I was pretty lazy this morning. I mostly laid on the couch and drank some beers, but around lunch time I had this insane boost in energy," he explains as he presses my shirt.

"Really?" I feign cluelessness.

"Yeah, it was the craziest thing," he adds with a bright smile, "I just had so much motivation all of the sudden, so I tossed the beer out, got dressed and did some grocery shopping."

"You went grocery shopping?" I snicker.

"Yeah, I had no idea where anything was, but I got the stuff on the list plus some extra for the pie."

"I didn't know you could make a pie."

"Me neither!" he threw his hands up in surprise.

"That's a productive afternoon, babe," I praise.

"It was, babe," he smiles back lovingly, "I'll get started on dinner in an hour or two, if that's ok. I'd like to hit the gym still tonight. I've got to push myself to keep this body looking good for you."

Rod flexes an already massive arm. He had never been one to show off, but I liked the idea of him wanting to look his best for me, like a good trophy husband should.

"That's alright, babe," I reply, sinking further into the couch, "But I am getting hungry over here."

"I'll speed up," he promises, quietly focusing on folding the rest of my dress shirts, "All the housework is just about done so after dinner, I'll be all yours."

"That's how I like it," I chuckle.

Rod is the perfect house-husband now, and we are finally equally devoted to each other. I can't wait to get him out of that apron after we eat. He's never let me top before, but I have a feeling I'll be doing a lot more of that from now on.

[shadewolf95]

Short Adam x Reader scene i have been think about for some time. Please be kind, it's my first time posting something like this to Tumblr. Please let me know how you like it! Also I'm horrible at tags.

Adam, do you want some gum?

  It was a normal nice day, like it always is in heaven. You were walking towards your favorite coffee shop when you heard a commotion behind you. Turning, you realize it was Lute angrily shouting at a winner. As you walked closer to them you realized the winner was also shouting at Lute.

Winner: “It’s not my fault you can't watch where you're going!”

Lute: “You owe me a new coffee!”

Winner: “I don’t owe you anything, get lost!”

You notice the coffee cup on the ground and decide to interfine.

Y/n: “Hey now. What seems to be the issue here?”

They both turn to look at you. Before Lute could even say anything the winner took his chance to give you his sob story.

Winner: “Oh! Thank goodness you're here, y/n! Lute here is being so mean to me, I accidentally bumped into her and she just started screaming at me. I don’t know what I was going to do if you hadn’t showed up! Please help me?!”

Lute: “That’s not what happened at all! You weren't watching where you were going and ran into me! You didn’t even apologize, just told me to watch it and shove off!”

Winner: “She’s lying! I would never do that, you believe me right?”

Was he really going to try to wiggle his way out of this. Only one way to find out.

Y/n: “Oh dear me, what a mess indeed. Well I do believe you should apologize even if it was an accident.”

Winner: “You are absolutely correct, I apologize Lute. So we are good now right?”

Lute looked like she was about to say something but you cut her off.

Y/n: “Good job. You obviously bear no ill will to Lute.”

Winner: “Nope. Not at all.”

Y/n: “Good. Then you wouldn't mind paying for her to get another coffee, correct?”

Winner: “Not at all….wait what?”

Y/n: “Is there a problem? If no ill intentions are here then you will have no problem fixing an issue you caused.”

Winner: “But..but…”

You gave him the look a mother does when scolding a child. Meanwhile Lute’s smile could be seen for miles. The winner finally sighed in defeat.

Winner: “Here you go Lute, this should cover your new coffee.”

Lute accepted the cash with a shit eating grin.

Lute: “Thanks.”

With that the winner finally left. Lute looked down at her phone and sighed.

Y/n: “Something else?”

Lute: “I don’t even have time to get another, I’m already late to practice. Adam is going to be so mad. Ugh!”

Y/n: “I can help with that too, come on let's get you that coffee.”

Lute laughs at you as you both walk into the coffee shop.

Lute: “Unless you plan to finally sleep with him I don't know how you plan to do that.”

Y/n: “Trust me.”

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     You both hid around a corner left to the entrance of the practice field. You had already told Lute the plan and while she seemed apprehensive she agreed to try it. Adam was waiting near the front of the gate. Looking down at his phone, he seemed irritated to say the least. With one final look at Lute you both nodded and you started walking to Adam alone, popping a piece of gum into your mouth in the process.

Y/n: “Well well well, who do we have here?”

Adam looked up at you, you quietly noted the hint of interest tracing his mask outlines.

Adam: “Ugh, it's you. What do you want, y/n? I’m busy.”

Y/n: “Oh come now is that anyway to treat me? I thought we were past that?”

You stopped to his right forcing him to turn away from where Lute was still hiding to look at you. 

Adam: “Pfff as if you don’t enjoy this. It’s the only way I get you to even talk to me. Face it, you love it!”

You rolled your eyes and Adam laughed.

Adam: “I’m not hearing a no.”

Y/n: “We’ve been over this a million times, even after I tell you no. You stop for a day or so then keep coming right back to me. What are ya, obsessed with me? Not used to having a woman tell you no?”

Adam: “NO! It’s…it's not like that at all! Leave me alone! Like I said, I'm busy!”

     You smiled, you could sense him becoming flustered. He’d always been like that with you after the first time you turned him down for trying to ask you out. If he wasn't such a manwhore you might have agreed. Unfortunately for him you had been well warned ahead of time by others about him and his antics. But it still felt nice to mess with him like this. 

Y/n: “I guess you're right, besides I have other places to be with far more important people to interact with. But before I go, do you want some gum?”

Adam gruffed at you before giving you a questioning look.

Adam: “Gum? Seriously? That’s the best you could come up with to stand around here a little bit longer? You know what, yeah give me some gum.”

    Adam smirked at you but you only grinned back. Without warning you reached up and grabbed the front of his robe by his throat pulling him down to your mouth. It all happened so quick he couldn't process it until his and your mouth were smashed together in a forceful sloppy kiss. Your wings spread wide to enclose the two of you together hiding you both from the view of onlookers but most importantly giving Lute the much needed coverage to slip past Adam undetected. After a few minutes you pulled away wiping spit from your mouth and chin. Adam just stood there mouth a gap staring at you. It was actually quite funny to look at, he had not moved an inch other than what you made him do. No hand movements nothing other than his wings fluffing up a bit and what was that? You swear you could see a hint of blushing from under the mask. You grinned again and raised your hand to close his mouth.

Y/n: “Goodbye Adam, see you around.”

With that you flew away, leaving Adam to wonder what in the world just happened. 

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     Adam watched you go, feeling hot all over. He looked down at his phone again and it was 30 minutes past when training was supposed to start. He silently cursed at nothing. Turning he was still not sure what had just happened with y/n but he could wait any longer for Lute to show up from what he only assumed was her playing hooky. He'll have to teach her a lesson later. All thoughts stopped though when he saw Lute doing warmups with her sisters.

Adam: “Lute when did you get here?”

Lute: “I’ve been here this whole time Sir. We’ve been waiting on you, Sir.”

Adam watched as the others nodded with her. Was he going crazy? This had to be a dream right? Yeah. That's definitely what was happening, just a very real feeling dream. There was no way any of this was real. 

Adam: “Alright ladies go run some laps!”

Adam watched as they started to run, still unable to shake the feeling that this isn't some sort of awesome dream. Maybe the gum in his mouth was the cause of this feeling. 

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Villain's Coffee Shop part 15

Warnings: false accusations, intentionally framing for crimes

Villain cast her a sideways glance. “You'll see,” he answered cryptically. Then he brushed past her and headed out the door, Mocha on his heels.

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The next day, Villain returned to the Agency – dragging a man behind him whose wrists were locked together with power-suppressing cuffs. And the man was wearing Villain's suit.

The look on Superhero's face was priceless when Villain marched his catch into his office and dumped it at Superhero's feet. Villain was rather proud of himself for finding a way around having to bring himself in and reveal himself as the villain they were after. By catching a different criminal to take his place.

But once he left Agency with his shiny new promotion, he found an enraged Hero waiting for him, who pinned him up against the wall of an alley he'd been walking down on his way back to his coffee shop.

"You--" Hero growled accusingly, "do you have any idea who you brought in today?!"

"Why, Villain, of course!" Villain replied smugly. "Like promised. In under 24 hours."

"You can't just drag some random criminal in to take your place!" Hero argued.

"I just did. And besides, why does it matter who I brought in, as long as they are another villain like me? They've still done terrible things they need to answer for." Villain's brown furrowed. He didn't understand what the big deal was. The whole thing about 'being a hero' was stopping bad guys, wasn't it? "It doesn't matter if someone else pays for my past crimes, as long as they deserve the punishment."

Hero's jaw clenched, eyes flaring. "You don't get it, do you? The man you brought in today? His name is (Name), he's 34 and want to guess what his past crimes were?"

"No, because I really don't care. Now if you'll excuse me–"

"Three petty drug charges," Hero hissed. "Maximum sentence would be 15 years. But you? You've got so many felonies it's not even funny. And you know what your sentence would be?"

Villain rolled his eyes. “Pretty sure you're going to tell me regardless if I say yes or no, soooo…”

“A life sentence,” Hero growled. "You just gave a man who would have only done 5 to 15 years a lifetime in prison. Did you ever think of that?"

“No, I didn't,” Villain admitted. “But there's nothing I can do about it now, so I've moved on. You should too."

Hero gaped at him in sheer disbelief mixed with angry horror. “How can you be so calm about this?! Another man is going to die in your place! He's going to grow old and pass away in prison, and that doesn't affect you??"

Villain shrugged. “What is there to say? I've made my peace with it.”

Hero really wanted to punch him in the face right now. "Can't you reverse time or something and fix this?"

"That's not how my powers work," Villain said grimly. "I can only affect present-time, slow or stop it within a certain pocket of space. I can't turn back the clock, or time travel, or any of that crazy sci-fi stuff from the movies. It's out of my ability."

Then it truly was hopeless, Hero concluded. The man Villain had brought in was going to pay the penalty for Villain's crimes. And there was nothing that could be done about it. She stepped away from Villain with a scoff, lip curling. Then she whirled around to stalk off.

"I'm sorry," Villain called after her. "I didn't think it through. I could have--"

"Save it," Hero snapped over her shoulder. "I'm going to see if I can find a way to fix this. Just... go home, and don't come back to Agency unless they summon you again.”

Villain sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. What a disaster. His first mission as a new hero, and he'd already messed it up, apparently. He slowly trudged back to his coffee shop, mind buzzing. What if Hero decided to tell Superhero who he really was, if it meant saving the criminal he'd brought in today from the death sentence? He'd have to prepare for a fight, then, just in case Superhero came after him.

Villain entered his shop and was immediately greeted by Mocha, who mowed loudly for attention, and was also very vocal about the fact that his food bowl was empty.

Villain sighed and prepared a nice meal of fresh chicken and tuna for his precious cat, scooping it into his bowl -- always the best quality food for his close friend.

Mocha booped his leg with his furry head in thanks before digging in.

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Masterlist

@scoundrelwithboba @lumpofsand @isikedmyself878 @iamheretohurt @fleur-a-whump

@ay5ksal @otterfrost @sausages-things @togzy

@whump-till-ya-jump @cravesunconditionallove @whumpwritinglover222

@federthenotsogreat @everynameistakencarrots

[mah-t-wordblog]

hey~ im back with another request if you don’t mind! Can I request a Lee Giyu and Ler Tanjiro? I feel like Tanjiro heard from one of the other hashira he was ticklish and was like 👀

If you don’t wanna write it that’s completely fine! Have a nice day/night!

Hiiiiiiiii ofc 💛💛

You can teach him a lesson

Lee: Gyuu Tomioka

Ler: Tanjiro Kamado

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Tanjiro ran, when he smelled hatred, through the corridors of the great Butterfly Mansion

He was about to enter a room when he heard a voice say:

“I'm going to catch that boy, and I'm going to kill him” the deadly voice said

Tanjiro stopped abruptly, hiding behind the open bedroom door.

He gasped, that voice… was it Miss Shinobu? Why was she so angry? Who was she mad at?

“I'll finish him off, I will” Shinobu sighed, calming down “but first I'll find out who's behind the door”

Shit, she’s a hashira

Tanjiro felt butterflies in his stomach, he appeared at the entrance of the room, blushing because he was eavesdropping, something he didn't like to do.

“Tanjiro! What brings you here?” Shinobu smiled, but Tanjiro could feel that she was angry.

“I-I smelled anger and came to see what had happened.”

Shinobu laughed at his embarrassment

“It’s okay darling, I was just talking to myself about Tomioka”

Tanjiro widened his eyes “Tomioka?! Do you want to kill Tomioka?”

Shinobu smiled, Tanjiro could see her expression twitching

“Yes, he’s quite annoying, don’t you think?” She looked at the desk full of homework she was sitting at, she had a lot to do “but I'm very busy. Oh! I have an idea! Can you kill him for me?”

Tanjiro was scared “WHAT?!”

Shinobu laughed "you're not really going to kill him silly" she got up and went towards Tanjiro

“And then what am I going to do?”

“You’re going to tickle him”

What? Tickling? What was happening? Tanjiro had never thought about the possibility of Gyuu being ticklish.

“H-he’s ticklish?”

“Of course he is! This is how we teach him lessons.”

“And you want me to go teach him a lesson?”

“Yes” she said affectionately, as if she hadn’t just said that she wanted to kill him.

Tanjiro surprisingly broke into a wide smile

"I got it! I loved the task, miss!”

Shinobu laughed “first of all, one thing…”

"Yes?"

“Tomioka won’t crack a smile unless you squeeze his weak spot.”

Tanjiro looked confused “and where is it?”

“Right here” she said giving his knee a squeeze.

Tanjiro jumped back, shaking off the feeling.

“That’s right, darling”

"I understood!" Tanjiro ran out without waiting for anything else.

Shinobu stood still, then laughed

“He will pay you handsomely…” and went back to her work

Tanjiro was already on the other side of the mansion, looking for the water hashira

While running, he bumped into someone

"I'm sorry, I-" Tanjiro looked up

He saw it was Gyuu

“Okay” Gyuu just turned around and tried to move on

"Hang on!" Tanjiro grabbed his arm

The man turned and looked at him blankly “yes?”

Tanjiro blushed, but he felt a glimmer of courage inside him.

“Miss Shinobu told me to teach you a lesson!”

So Tanjiro simply pressed that place on Gyuu's legs and made him fall to the ground.

“What the f-“ Gyuu was choked, he felt the tingling rise up his body and the urge to laugh increase, but what the fuck did Shinobu want now?

“TAHANJIHIRO” he shouted, trying to sound furious, at the same time as he was laughing

“Wow, Tomioka” Tanjiro laughed “I didn’t expect to see you laugh like that”

The man tried to grab Tanjiro's hands, but they were squeezing his entire body at an impressive speed, it seemed like the boy had a lot of experience with this.

“I think you owe her an apology, sir.”

Gyuu shook his head “AHAHA OK OK, I’LL APOLOHOGIHIHIZE”

Tanjiro observed him “your smile is beautiful sir, I think that's one of the reasons why everyone tickles you, to see you smile, isn't it?”

“JUHUST STOHOP” Hashira suppressed his laughter

“Okay, okay, sorry”

The boy stopped

Gyuu let himself melt into the ground, like jelly, he secretly loved the feeling of being melted like this

“I’m sorry sir, orders from Miss. Shinobu” Tanjiro said, giving Gyuu an evil smile, as if to say that he loved it.

The hashira observed the boy, then slowly stood up with a strange smile on his face.

“You better start running, Tanjiro”

“B-but, it was Miss Shino-“

Tanjiro's eyes widened when he saw that Gyuu was going to jump on top of him.

The boy ran away as if using thunder breath, and the man followed, at the same speed.

They say that Gyuu Tomioka is not one to feel sorry for whoever he attacks, poor Tanjiro

It was “poking a jaguar with a short stick” as some Brazilian would say, it seems like he messed with the wrong person

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

[macsimagines]

THE KISAKI YANDERE POST WAS SO GOOD ?? I NEED TO SEE A PART 2 LIKE WHERE HE FOUND OUT YOU ABORTED THE BABY I NEED TO KNOW IF HE WOULD GET ANGRY OR WHAT ? AND HOW READER REFUSE TO GET MARRIED YET 😻😻 I'm on my knees 😞

YA YOU DO BOO I GOT YOU. I'M HERE FOR SOFT YANDERE KISAKI AND I EAT ANGST FOR BREAKFAST -Ms.Mac

Yandere!Kisaki Tetta

He plays it off when you don't tell him you're pregnant yet. He thinks ok it just hasn't hit yet. He's super suspicious when he notices you're acting strange though.

Ever the thinker he tries to come up with excuses for you. You're probably still getting ready for college. You honestly might still think you're going since you don't realize something waaaaay more important is coming up.

Kisaki has already made deals and prepped everything beforehand. He's got a well paying part time job, and he knows he can balance class work with it. He's also got savings stocked up from his gang days. You won't live as lavishly as he wants but your baby, his baby, is going to be provided for.

This guy is making a lot of sacrifices already you need to be ready to do the same. He know you must have noticed your period is late so why haven't you said anything yet?

Unless...there's no way you're trying to keep it a secret from him right? Or worse yet...

No. He won't allow it. Now he's using even more resources and connections and now he's found out you've made yourself an appointment at an illegal clinic to abort this baby. His fucking baby.

He can't contain his rage. He wants to kill you for thinking you could kill his child. But he knows better. He rationalizes. You just were scared, you made a very dumb decision. You almost made a horrible mistake.

You're dumbstruck to find Tetta at the clinic on the day of your appointment. You were so damn careful, how could he know...

"Just what do you think you're doing, (Y/N)?"

You're crying the whole way to Tetta's big fancy apartment. The one he's been begging you to come and stay at with him. He kept complaining it was way too huge for one person because of course it was. Who the hell needed a luxury three bedroom sound proof apartment all to themselves?

Kisaki doesn't say anything while you cry and try to explain how you're not ready for a baby, how you know how bad he wants to be married and to have a family but you just can't right now.

He doesn't say anything just listen while he helps you take off your jacket, and takes your phone, pulling something from your his back pocket...

It's his own fault. He accepts that he definitely made some poor choices. He really should've just held off until you were engaged. But it's fine. He'll take responsibility.

You feel him rubbing you back whispering how it's gonna be ok. How he's going to make it ok.

Then something clicks around your neck. A metal collar, with a chain leading to the wall. You're so stunned and confused staring at Tetta for an explanation.

"Don't give me that look, Y/N. I wanted to get you a pretty engagement ring, but you're just so fucking stubborn. So godamn stupid.' He explains walking away from you, "But I can fix this. You just need some time to adjust. To get used to the idea. I'm gonna make some calls. You need to settle in."

[wifey-ohara]

Blood Like Fire. Burns The Same Way

Miguel O'hara&teen!Spidey!Reader (gn)

A/n (oh dear god there's many)

Angst/no happy ending, hurt/abso-fucking-lutly no comfort, theres a major absence of them in this fandom

Literally miguel's life falling on the seems and reader steps on it

Grief, lots of that, hospitals/car accident mentioned, dead character(s)mentioned, abandoned family, replaced family, basically cheating, rubbing slat on wounds, pure evil, well deserved tho, major daddy issues,panic attack,quick mentions of reader physically suffering(i made my spider bite to be very very painful) crying,planty of that,crusing(warn me if i should add more)

Reader acts alot like miguel and picked alot from him even without meeting him, manners, intelligence ect.. they also wear reading glasses,but they don't necessary need them seeing as they're a spider

The reader is evil,cold, unfeeling to miguel,they only make it worst , getting their revenge and getting it fast

Shoud be gender natural if i didn't slip (do tell me if i did so i can fix it)

i did proof read this but i haven't slept in more them 24 hours so correct me where i go worng

You're half way through your new book when lyla appeared above the book, catching your attention

"lyla?" you asked the AI, she looked frantic, worried, which made you, in return, worried

She never gets like this, unless it was something serious, mostly about the multi-verse

"y/n! The canon happened! Miguel he's-"

Oh

The "canon" happened

You stooped listening to her and worring about it, expression going blank, eyes falling to book to resume your reading, it was more interesting then his "canon"

Lyla fell silent above up, her figure flinshing back slightly "y-y/n?" she hesitated, something you know she did on purpose

Your eyes snapped up to her, your reading glasses' frame divided your eye sight in half, lifting an eyebrow, you waited for her to continue

"miguel is coming back... " she said, hopeful, yet knowing the reality of the situation

Miguel o'hara , your biological father, left you and your mother on your fifth birthday to go live with another family, raising another daughter claiming that it's the best for the universe.

You lived with your mother for the rest of her days, 11 years to be more exact

She would always praise your father to you, saying how much of a great man he is, and how he's out there leaving his two most beloveds to save this universe

You smiled at her and pretended to believe her, because you know that deep down, she didn't mean a word of it

And you didn't need to reach deep down to know, in fact, all you needed were mere touches on your cyan screen, activate a camera, to see him smiling at a mother that wasn't yours, a family that wasn't his and most of all, a daughter that wasn't you

He left when you were 5,your mother left when you were 16

you were bitten at that age too, sitting on your mother's grave, angry at your mother for leaving, angry at your dad because he doesn't know that she left and most of all angry at yourself for thinking about him in such a moment, that's when it happened, a little pinch at first, you thought nothing of it, but by the time you reached your room, you were crying, kicking and screaming, hell running through your flesh, lyla hovering around trying to offer words of comfort but to no avail

And that's what you call, your "canon" For becoming a spider, suffering alone..(it was actually losing your mother, but hey! Maybe with both being absent you'll have more powers?!)

You weren't put into an orphanage because you were almost 18 with stable income and good grades, one thing you could thank your father over is his pay check and his intelligence,, which you question from time to time if it was your mother's, and she decided to keep it hidden

After alot and of studying the multi-verse (mostly out of spite to prove that miguel didn't actually need to leave, to which he didn't, it was a canon for that girl to lose her father, by him being in the picture the universe he's in will get destroyed when her canon becomes his and he loses her!)

but then again, that lab that only opens to him was proof, of your intelligence, since it's your lab/work place now,, only opens at your command, full of your tools and projects, would he ask for it back? Not that you would give it to him,, it doesn't belong to him anymore, hell, nothing in this house does

By the time you re-surfaced from your dark thoughts you were already washing dinner's dishes, damn, you didn't even enjoy it, you rolled your eyes, as lyla flew around mumbling stuff under her breath, she sounds like fly, you held in your smile

You dried the last plate when you senced it, your face dropped and lyla paused.

He was here

You acted like nothing is happening, wiping the counters, your back facing the entery of which he'd reach a few seconds after unlocking the door

Lyla disappeared, probably not wanting to deal with the tension coming in the shape of traitor with bloody,torn clothes, messy head of hair, red,puffy eyes, and barely standing on his two damn feet

You heard him pause right before reaching the opening that signals the end of foyer and the beginning of the huge living room, dinning room and kitchen tied to it, the only thing separateing them were bits of walls and counters

You can hear his confusion, and damn it was funny, confused why didn't his "true love waits forever" wife come hurring to his side already? the memory of her wishing every night in that hospital that his mission was over and he'll come to her the next morning as you try to fall asleep in her side in that uncomfortable hospital chair ignited your hate for him like gasoline to a fire

He's dragging his feet carefully now, wondering why hasn't his daughter come with her mother yet, standing behind her, leaning on the door pillar, looking up at him like he was a gift sent from the sky, a dream came true, a legend proven real, a hero coming from war

You almost laughed at the idea, if it wasn't for his breath hitching at the sight of you

You were wiping down the stove now, pretending to be blissfully unaware of him, despite all your spider sences screaming at you to turn around, either fight back or swing away, even they knew he was a stranger

The stove and counter were half way through their third wipe down when he finally spoke

".. Hey" a broken, shell of a word

You turned around to face him, acting like you knew he was there, or that he'd been there for ages already, and both were correct, but he wouldn't know that

"hey" you repeated, voice louder but not attacking, monotoned to match you deadpan stare at his redish eyes

He took a sharp breath, the lack of reaction having caught him off guard, ego reversing itself back into a tiny black dot

You looked him up and down, features like an ironed shut book to him, good.

"um.. Do you know who i am? " he asked, confused, does he think you were not his?

You almost huffed out a laugh before swallowing it down by "Miguel O'hara?" it was worded like a question, toned like a state of the obvious, he almost folded in on himself, seemingly smaller, somehow..

"yes but what else? "

You snapped

He dares ask what else, as if he ever played any else it your life

Traitor, lier, cheater-

"-my sperm donor" you said, an extended hand, to give him a slap on the face

His eyes widen with horor

"where- where is your mother! " he was the one to snap, sharp yet weak, and you could almost see him yelling, blaming your mother "i leave to save this whole universe and what do you do??? Tell them I'm their sperm donor?!? You felt nothing towards me or my honor to tell them anything else!... You never really loved me huh?"

So you kept staring

" where is your mother? " words more confident this time, more angry

You swallow the knot in your stomach that brings tears to your eyes

It was now or never, break him or make him, and you're not a maker

"she was my canon event" you said, and you hoped that the hallowness of your voice did a good job in hiding the sadness that came with it

It takes him a moment,, then two, until he looks genuinely terrified, red-eyes becoming glossy, quickened breath turns into pants and little dry sobs, legs finally buckling down, arm reach to the nearest surface to insure a safe(r) landing, other hand reaching for his throat, tearing what's left of that blue and red suit of his, it was almost comical how it happned

Little pants turned into heaving "h-how-why-y.. What-" the rest you couldn't make out even of you tried

"car accident, last year, stayed three weeks in the hospital after they told us that even if she survives she'll suffer, do they pulled out the plug, by her call " you let the high walls get even higher because no way you are crying in front of this unfeeling man, no matter how much emotions are currently being on full blast in front of you right now

More heaving in hopes of enough oxygen to enter his lungs and calm his storm of thoughts

"the last weekshe stayed alive waiting for you, she was almost certain that you'll come see a last time" you didn't usually like rubbing slat in open wounds, but his look like a delicious meal for you

And there it was- that heart-crushing sob,that sounds like chocking and feels like it too, that always come with more tears then you know what to do with, as he leaned on the wall hands on his face,plams pressing into his eye sockets,,tears somehow still a stream down his face,despite the un-humanly possible pressure he's using..

For the first time since he entered, you took a step, out of the kitchen, then another, until you were in front of him...

He stilled a bit by your closer presence, and you resisted urge to laugh at him, he really thinks you're gonna be here for him? after everything? What a fool

You inhaled, his scent ten times in your lungs, well more of a mixture of salt, ash, dust, blood, sweat and if you focus enough a, colone

"your room is the same as always, bedding is the closet,clothing is as well , there is some leftovers in the fridge, do. Not. try and open any other room, they're not yours anymore" and with that you sealed you lips again

If he stilled before, now he froze, all tense

You stood back up, turned around and started walking to your lab

"lyla" you requested, the lighting figure appear within rhe second, face scrunched up and worried "yes y/n?"

"do help him if he asks, I'm done here" you almost added if asks nicely lyla turned to see that horrific sight, with a gasp, she turned towards you, but was cut off by his , repeated, quick, wet, inhales that only come with a scream as hurtful as death itself, been there, done that,

Before he reaches a range to let out a scream, you closed the lab's door and the sound proof walls done their job, having some homework to do and projects to work on.

Blocking a horrible, terrible, scream and grief and regret, tainted not by one, but four sets of blood, one still so warm and running down his skin as you breath when you closed the distance between you two, to throw ice at his boiling oil...

This took me almost 4 hours,short for my liking tbh

I think imma add a few more parts to this, to fully fefill the title's meaning, not sure tho, what yall think?

[cakkebbr]

I bet on loosing dogs/Hilson

I bet on losing dogs by Mitski

My baby, my baby,You're my baby, say it to me

I don't have much to say about this line but this could represent how Wilson is like a mother who wants to be acknowledged by what he does to sacrifice for others. He sacrifices himself by wanting to be there for people when they are vulnerable so he can feel some sort of worth in a way, but in the end of the episode in which Wilson is talking the treatment for cancer in Houses room, you can see Wilson realizing how much he gives to people and how much little he gives to himself which made him realize how miserable he actually is. 

Baby, my baby, Tell your baby that I'm your baby

As a Hilson shipper I see this as Wilson's reaction to him seeing House with Cuddy but it really wouldn't make sense since Wilson was happy to see House make progress on changing himself even if he had to date Cuddy to do that.

I bet on losing dogs, I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place by the ring.

Wilson bets on House in this situation because even though Wilson knows he can't fix House, there's a part of him that wants to but he can't because House knows his problem with “fixing people” matter fact he even once said something along the lines of “your saving complex” House knows that Wilson wants to save him but he does the opposite and makes himself worse which feeds that obsession Wilson has with fixing House. I also wanted to mention that the line that says “and I will pay for my place” represents a part of Wilson that knows that he can't fix House but he will still be there for him even though House disappoints him by being even more miserable. (which feeds the cycle that House and Wilson have going on there).

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down, I'll be there on their side

Wilson has had 3 failed marriages because he's the kind of person who is great at relationships that involve being loyal (marriages involve being loyal and staying with one person for the rest of your life which Wilson is good at and he knows this) He wants to be there for people when they are vulnerable that's why he had so many relationships with his patients, he's the one telling his patients that they have cancer and he likes doing that because like I said he feels some kind of worth when he's there for people when they are vulnerable, but what's different with House is that he's not vulnerable and he hides his emotions even though everyone knows that he has been through a lot, Wilson knows that House has been through alot and in his mind if he fixes House, House will think he's some kind of god or savior and Wilson will feel accomplishes if he does, he just wants House to be vulnerable so he can be there for him while he fulfilling his selfish desires.

I'm losing by their side

Wilson is losing by fixing house meaning he is sacrificing himself so he can make House a decent guy so he can feel some sort of satisfaction but what Wilson does not understand is that nobody changes unless they want to change themself, also the last few episodes, in which Wilson starts realizing how miserable he is and says something like “I should've been a jerk like you” he said that because he realized that all he did was try and fix people instead of focusing on himself like House did but the thing is House didn't care about people and yet he was still miserable and Wilson did care about people yet he is also miserable, they both share that in common and it shows how they always think there grass is greener despite both of there grass being the same.

Will you let me, baby, lose on losing dogs?

This represents how Wilson wants House to be vulnerable around him so he can make him “better” he's basically saying that “just for once let me make you into a decent human being” when he himself has problems that are just as bad as Houses, he can't fix him but in his mind it's not impossible so he must try to the point he loses himself, this line just says that “let me atleast try to make you better even though I know I can't”.

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place

Wilson knows he's not gonna be able to make him better but his mind just won't let him accept the fact that he's unfixable, so he gets disappointed but not surprised when House does something bad to himself. I just wanted to say that once House does something that involves showing emotions for example when he started dating Cuddy, Wilson Obsession of fixing house just gets bigger and bigger because he thinks House is making process but in reality when House does something unexpected like date Cuddy he does it because HE wants to not because he wants to better himself or because Wilson “fixed him” which is just more prove that people dont change, they only change when they want too.(I wanted to add that House wanted to date Cuddy but Cuddy wanted House to be a better person so House tries to change himself because he loves Cuddy not because he wants to be better.)

By the ring, Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down,I wanna feel it

These are my fav lines because this shows how desperate Wilson is to see House emotional he doesn't care if he yells at him or throws stuff at him he just wants to make House feel human he wants to feel for him and what he's gone through, he wants to know him on a emotional level and he doesn't care what he has to do to get him to open up, there was one episode where, Wilson was going to die he was crying and saying something like “I just want you to say that you love me” in this scene wilson was crying and yelling at him to get him to have a emotional reaction  but House didn't, he just said that he will say he loves him when he takes the treatment for cancer, I think that Wilson at that point was just coming to realize that House is a asshole and he can't do anything about it ,even if he gets the treatment he won't open up or be a decent human being.

I bet on losing dogs

Wilson has always bet on relationship thats he knows aren't going to work out, he knows but he doesn't want to believe it so that's a reason why he fixates on fixing people, Wilson and House just have a different connection than his wifes, House is just as messed up as he is which works out for them.

I always want you when I'm finally fine

Wilson is obsessed with House that's why he can't leave him, there was one episode in which Amber had died and when Wilson got over it he decided to leave House and start anew, but then when Houses dad died and House didn't want to go, as a “favor” for Cuddy he forced House to go and after that, Wilson stayed, Wilson could have just ignored House and started anew but he is so obsessed with him. He doesn't want House to know how obsessed he is with him even though he already knows, House also knew that eventually he would come back and like always, he was right.

How you'd be over me looking in my eyes when I come, Someone to watch me die

When wilson got cancer he didn't want to be in a hospital because he didn't want people to pity him and tell him that he looks fine even though he doesn't, he wants to spend time with the people he loves (House) like he always did, he doesn't want people to be with him because they feel bad, he wants people to be there for him because they want to spend time with him and because they like Wilson, that's one of the reasons the ending works well, House faked his dead so he can spend time with him for the last 5 months they have together. I wanted to mention that the way I interpret this line is like “I want to enjoy the last moments I have with you because I know we won't be able to be together, and when we wont be together you will see the amount of despair I will be in” (that's another reason I see this song in Wilson perspective)

Someone to watch me die

This line shows that Wilson will have House to see him die and how House will witness the amount of emotions he will go through on his deathbed.

I bet on losing dogs

This basically is saying how Wilson have and always will choose to be with people that he knows he won't be with them for long, like that one episode in where Wilson gets back together with his first wife, even House knew how badly it would end despite not ever meeting her( and of course they didn't end up being together for long), this line really shows Wilson whole personality.

(I probably don't likes this as much because i feel like this song is way to overused but they i still love Mitski)

[layla4567]

Hey! Could I please request a fic where the Reader is married to Don!mobius in his retail timeline and Loki is just so shocked because he knows the reader as an avenger and now their variant I guess is married to mobius in this timeline

Oh ok, interesting request, I like it!

Visitors

I don't know why I chose this gif xd but I think it looks good with what I wrote

Don!Mobius x Fem!reader

Summary: The loom exploded and the only one left in the TVA was Loki, now he will have to recollect each of his friends starting with his beloved Mobius. What the god of mischief did not expect is to find him married to you

Warnings: Fluff and a bit of angst at the end maybe and not proofread

Word count: 1k

"Ok Loki you can do it, just go talk to him and explain everything to him. You can do it"

The Norse god encouraged himself as he stood in front of what looked like his friend's house in his original timeline. Loki adjusted his hair and the lapels of his brown jacket as he headed towards the residence.

"Alright guys, new rule, any toy I find lying around goes in the trash unless you pick it up, understand?"-Don's voice thundered

Don picked up the toys while challenging his children. When he went to grab a little soldier he saw that it was slightly melted

"It's burned? Yep is burned. Tell me who burned it?"

His son Kevin was sitting with his back to him while he seemed to be holding something in his hands. When he turned around, his father saw that they were matches.

"Kevin who gave you those matches?"

"I stole them"-He said with a mischievous smile.

Loki was approaching the sidewalk but didn't want to interrupt when he heard a woman's voice from the kitchen that disconcerted him.

"Come on children, obey your father!"-You exclamed

"You heard your mother, give me the matches Kevin"

Mother? Was Don married? With who?

Suddenly the boy stood up laughing and ran away with the box of matches in his hand without paying attention to his father.

"No Kevin! Come back here! Ugh, dear please come and put some order!"

Don looked towards the house to see his pretty wife coming out. She was wearing a white apron and her hands were wet from washing the dishes.

"He doesn't want to listen again, does he?"

"You know him well, my love"-He sighed

You fixed your hair and put your hands around your mouth like a horn and screamed.

"Sean, come here for a moment, honey!"

From the backyard a boy came running, just as blonde as the previous one but taller.

"Please go find your brother, sweetheart."

"And what will you give me in exchange?"-the boy asked hopefully

You looked at him seriously as you tilted your head and put your arms on your hips. Sean quickly erased his smile and trotted off to look for his little brother.

"They always obey you, I don't know how you do it"-He said somewhat disappointed with his hands on his hips.

You laughed and placed a kiss on the corner of his lip, grabbing his cheeks with both hands.

"You're too soft sweetie, you have to stand firm with them"

Loki, who until now had only limited himself to contemplating the scene from afar, could not believe that he had found you. He was just hoping to see Mobius but you? The last time he had seen you, you were an Avenger living in Avengers Tower. He certainly didn't expect his friend to be married but much less to you. Now the god of mischief was hesitating whether to approach or not, he felt that he was the third party there and he did not want to disturb that peace that Mobius felt with you, you two seemed so happy.

"Come on Loki, the loom is in danger, you have to do it."

After encouraging himself again, he shortened the distance and when he least expected it he was in front of the two of you. Loki cleared his throat. You and Don were surprised and looked at him.

"Uhm, sorry to interrupt you but…"

"Hey I remember you, you were the guy from the store"

"What are you talking about Don?"-You asked

"Don?" -Loki also asked.

The gray-haired man addressed his wife. "Oh love, I hadn't told you, I ran into him at the store and he wanted to buy a jetski."

"Yeah well, actually that wasn't what-"-Loki said nervously.

"Oh how lovely! Don't worry, Don has a lot of jetskis and he's the best at selling them."-You said while your husband looked at you with love

"I don't doubt that, ma'am, but…"

"Oh my name is Y/N by the way."

"Yes, yes I know, I…"

And there Loki bit his tongue. He shouldn't have said that but he was getting impatient. Now he would have to explain where he knew you from.

"Excuse me? How do you know her? We've never seen you before."-Don said a bit jealously as he circled your waist.

"No, I didn't mean that I knew her, it's just that… she looked like a person I used to know and her name was similar, just that"

You and Don looked at each other in confusion as Loki swallowed hard and wrung his hands.

"Listen I know this will sound strange but you don't belong here, Don isn't even your real name, it's Mobius. Look, you were in a place outside of time called TVA and you worked there along with other people including me, the thing is that a thing called the time loom exploded and I need your help to repair it"

You looked at him with raised eyebrows while your husband seemed to frown. You had heard that there were several not very sane people near that neighborhood and you were afraid that he was one of them. Although something in his desperate and worried face made you think that maybe he didn't have bad intentions. Don looked at you to see if you were okay and when he looked back at Loki and opened his mouth to ask him to leave, his two sons came running.

"Mama, mama Kevin doesn't want to give me the matches!!"

"I just wanted to return them to the kitchen first!!"

All traces of concern in the two of you dissipated when you heard your children. With a smile you turned to see them and crouched down to their height.

"Sean, Kevin, what did I tell you about fighting?"

"That it's not right and things should be fixed by talking"-they said in unison

You looked at them proudly and nodded "Very good boys, now Sean you have to trust your brother more and Kevin your intentions are admirable but also tell your brother what you are about to do, okay?"

"Yes mom"-they said

At all this Don looked at you smiling and with great admiration and affection reflected on his face. Loki looked at him and realized that he could not separate him from this life, here he was really happy. He would have to fix the loom in another way. You stroked your children's hair and then they turned to Loki with curiosity.

"Hello sir, what is your name?"

"I-I am Loki"

Kevin was surprised "Like the Norse god?"

"Exactly" -Loki smiled.

"I'm Kevin but everyone calls me Kev and this is Sean"-said the youngest pointing at his brother

"Adorable names"-Loki said humbly.

You watched the scene with a warm smile as you began to think that this Loki guy wasn't as bad as he seemed. Appearances can be deceiving, they used to say

"Alright guys, don't bother the man anymore and go inside"-You said

They listened to you and ran away while Don couldn't stop laughing.

"Kids, right?"

Loki already seemed more relieved and allowed himself to let out a soft laugh while shaking his head. If his friend was happy, so was he.

Don clapped and rubbed his hands. "Ok buddy, I'm sorry I can't help you with whatever you need, but my wife, my kids and I have to go eat."

"Oh please, I understand. I apologized for taking up your time."

Loki and the mustachioed man shook hands and stared at each other for a few seconds that seemed like minutes. Loki didn't want to part with that touch because he knew it would be his last, unless he can save the TVA. But what kind of monster would he be if he took him away from his wife and children? Loki sighed and undid the handshake and then walked away from the house. When he was far enough away he turned around and saw Mobius hug you and give you a tender kiss as you both entered the house. The god of mischief smiled a little sadly, but in his heart he knew he was doing the right thing.