#howEver if that's what it takes to make my brain run on a single track I do not Want it ('twas excruciating)

[kissitbttr]

mafia!toji first time meeting stripper!reader

a/n: reader is fem. and since i’ve been hit with biggest writers block known to a man, this one is inspired by one of my old work called gold. enjoy!

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toji zenin is a ruthless man. that, you can definitely count on.

he’s known to be the one who shows little to no mercy. who’s soul isn’t as clean due to the countless of lives he had taken.

as crazy as it sounds, toji craves for the sound of piercing cries from someone who begs to spare them compassion. he likes to taunt them. mock them. pretending that he would eventually let them go just to see that little flicker of hope lighting upon their gaze.

a sinister smile would play coyly upon his lips before he decides the latter. pulling the trigger and watches the victim face planting the dark tile as their brains scatter all over the walls and floor.

it’s one way to teach people a lesson to not fuck with him. to not fuck with his business. because toji zenin is crazy like that.

he has no time for patience nor pity.

toji fixes the collar of his black sheer shirt, checking himself out in the mirror to make sure he looks good tonight. who are we kidding though? he’s toji fucking zenin,

tonight was supposed to be his day off. he had plans. before a motherfucker who runs a strip club decides to mess with him about the package deal and had almost lost him half of the money he’s supposed to own,

he could’ve let his right hand man to handle it. but this is bigger than anything he had ever done. is this goes to south, then one person’s death wouldn’t be the only thing on his agenda,

he’ll track down every single one of the bastards and kill them with his own hands,

however, tonight needs to be as clean as possible.he’s aware of the reputation he has put on himself to the world, so no point of hiding or camouflage. yet, he still doesn’t want to cause too much of a scene,

stepping away from the full length mirror, he swiftly picks his black velvet coat off the hanger before shrugging it on,

“talk to me, satoru” his heavy voice echoes the hallway as he steps out of the room to walk downstairs, watching a few of his men pocketing their weapons,

gojo satoru. his right hand man, nods,

“he’s there. word from bianco. he appears isn’t expecting you to stop by” he informs, showing toji the message on his phone. “it’s going to be crowded. but bianco is taking care of that right now. he’s got nowhere to run”

toji scoffs, snatching a glass of whiskey off the table before downing the remaining drink. “good. i need him to see me when he less expects it. owes me more than some fucking money” he mutters, tucking the G21 down his holster.

gojo raises an eyebrow. “G21? you’re going soft tonight eh, boss?”

toji shoots him a hard glare, one where the white haired man only chuckle at. “the car’s ready?”

another nod, gojo leads toji down towards the basement. “as requested. Lamborghini Murcielago. your personal favorite. packed with 640 PS and 471 Kw—i think you know what that means— rules around 213 mph if you consider on going hit and run. i packed a standard aeropack wing if you wanna go slow. windows? bulletproof. in case anyone tries to kill you” toji knows for a fact that gojo is only joking about the last part.

no one dares to try to take him down before he does it. it’s a pattern everyone knows by now,

toji lets out a low whistle, head softly shaking at the machine beauty before him. fingers tracing along the hood of the car,

“shit—you know i need to lay low, man? got anything less attractive?”

“i don’t do less. you know that, boss” he winks playfully, laughing to himself when he watches toji rolls his eyes. “besides. this thing right here will for sure earns you a bird. take her out on a stroll, bring her home. women love fast cars” he comments,

humming as a response, toji walks towards the driver’s seat. “i don’t date. were you born yesterday or something?” he speaks in a firm tone before catching the keys that gojo throws at him,

“no I wasn’t. but isn’t ‘she who shall not be named’ is like what? two years ago? and you got to stop with the one night stands. go get a girl tonight” he suggests, watching the dark haired man sliding himself into the car,

toji gives him a half hearted smile. “noted”

“i’ll be right behind you, boss. slow down, yeah?”

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it takes about thirty minutes prior to arrival. toji blames it all on the traffic and the slow pedestrians crossing the road. cursing to himself every five seconds, each time he stops at red lights.

he parks his car close to the entrance before exiting from the vehicle, tossing his keys at one of the valet but not before roughly grabbing his collar and threaten to kill him if one scratch is prominent on his car.

clearing his throat, he walks into the bar. ignoring the stares and whispers at the sight of a notorious ruthless man who decides to pay the club a visit.

one thing he first to notice, the club is indeed packed. gojo wasn’t lying. as if God knew what is about to happen later on and isn’t going to let him get away with witnesses. he needs to play it safe tonight.

as he strides through the darkened room to find the table he had been reserved for, a few half naked girls walk right pass him. delicate fingers stroking his chest and brushing against his shoulders, making him smirk. he can’t lie, most of them are gorgeous and he’s tempted enough to touch their skin, but he has to hold it. not that he isn’t interested, because his mind changed. he is definitely taking someone back to his place tonight.

fucking gojo. he has to be right every time.

speak of the devil, the white haired man appears by his side in minutes. nodding his head towards the area where the business should be conducted. toji follows him close towards the end of the room,

he gently pulls back a chair for him to sit, as gojo and the two of his other men stands behind to watch over. toji specifically asks for the furthest table, with a glass of whiskey has been prepared for him.

toji feels irritated. he hates doing all of this dirty work just because some fucking bastard isn’t able to keep up with the deal. he should’ve known not to trust alec to do business, yet when the pathetic excuse of a man begged on his knees with a gun knocked against his head, toji thought why not? if he didn’t get to fulfill his demands, he gets to kill him either way.

“alright, alright—fuck! easy man!” alec’s frantic voice causes toji’s eyes to avert from the scene of the crowd. his eyebrows knitted, threatening gaze bores upon the man whose pushed forcefully by his men to sit, “mr. zenin! it’s always a pleasure to see you!”

mind that alec owes him more than fifty grand, and this fucker had the nerve to walk in and act like nothing happened,

he is definitely going to kill him,

“you don’t fucking talk to me that way, alec. i’m not your friend. you owe me something” toji warns, his finger pointing at him as he watches the trembling man gulp. “you remember?”

alec couldn’t feel more terrified as he casts a glance of toji’s gun on the table, facing towards him. “i—i know, man—sir” he corrects himself. “i didn’t forget. it’s just that the money is tight right now. the girls aren’t earning amount of money they—“

toji could only scoff, head thrown back. “i didn’t fucking hire your girls. i hired you. stop being a pussy and own up to that. you should know that me and patience never get along. i have one body bag left in my car and it would give me the tremendous pleasure writing your name on it” he grits his teeth, looking at alec with a dark look in his eyes as he balls his fist,

“i just need more time—“

“one month isn’t enough?!” toji barks, making alec jumps at the booming voice

“i need more. i promise. give me one more month. and i will do whatever you ask me to, sir zenin.” alec begs with hopeful eyes,

toji finds it disgusting and repulsive to see someone like him begging for mercy. or anyone at all. that gesture is weak and vulnerable. “i don’t give out second chances”

alec hears a gun clicks from behind. he doesn’t need to ask, he knows that one of the two men behind him is ready to blow his brains out. “sir zenin, please! just one more chance! please”

once again, toji isn’t a very patient man. he knows enough to understand that it’s a mistake. but he would love to see how this one goes, playing along with this little game of his.

toji isn’t a fool. never was.

he looks over at gojo, as if to ask what he thinks. the answer that gojo could give is ‘your choice, boss’

toji sighs, head shaking. “fine. you give me your best girl of the night, and i’ll give you one more month” he offers, taking a sip of his drink, leaning himself back to relax. “no more than that”

alec nods. though he feels like shitting himself because one month isn’t close enough for collecting the amount of money he owes toji to. still, he thinks this is better than nothing.

“take your pick, mr. zenin. or i could bring one or two here? we have twins in the back and they sure are on high demand, everyone has been begging me to—“

toji could only hum in response, not listening to a word he’s saying. his green eyes scanning over at the scene. the girls are putting on a show, showing off their skills, some are pulling a lap dance on a few customers. he cringes when one suddenly takes her bra off like she costs nothing. seems like none of these girls are his type. gorgeous? yes. but they don’t seem to do enough to make his cock twitch,

he’s about to take back the offer until his eyes fall on her. eyes widening in amusement and toji finds himself freezing on the spot.

a slight curvier woman has her leg hooked around the pole. long dark haired brushing against the marble floor as she arches her back slightly. toji observes the way her body moves so sensually yet gracefully, almost like a feather. the way she bites onto her pink glossed lips and how her eyes manage to flirt with the crowd with one simple look. she has them lured into her presence. himself included.

her body—fuck, he doesn’t even know where to begin. delicious curves cladded in navy blue bodysuit, full breasts supported by the cup of her outfit that bounces each time she moves. soft thick thighs wrapped by a white fishnet stockings and legs decorated in white fuzzy pumps. overall it’s quite revealing, but it still presents the modesty she has on her. he’s not quite sure if it’s the outfit or it’s just her,

but only a fool would assume that it isn’t the latter.

toji feels his pants growing tight when his gaze lowers to how her hips moving in circles. in painfully slow motion too. almost like she knows how to tease and she’s doing it so perfectly. if only he had spotted her from before, he would’ve move closer.

a damn fucking beauty she is.

“her. i want her” toji speaks in a firmer tone, almost territorial. he just can’t take his eyes off the woman. watching every single move and a wink being thrown.

he chuckles when she swats a couple of old hands who seems desperate to try and cope a feel with a dirty look on her face. he couldn’t make out what she’s saying but he knows for sure that she’s telling them off,

‘gorgeous and a fighter’ he thinks to himself

“angel? you want her?” alec asks after he realizes who he’s pointing at,

“that’s her real name?”

“no. she doesn’t let anyone know her real name. she goes by that ever since she starts working here” alec informs, watching toji nods,

so she’s new?

“some calls her birthday cake”

that makes toji’s brows scrunched. he is about to ask why the name until the answer is immediately given to him when she decides to do a side split, making her plump ass bounce against the floor.

oh that’s why

“gorgeous” toji breathes, cocking his head to the side. “not taken is she? not that i care anyway. what a fucking dime she is. you’re going to give her to me, correct?” his voice is threatening enough, dark eyes moving to look at alec who nods.

“yes! of course, sir! if that’s what you want”

“fuck yes i do. bring her to me” he demands before gulping down his drink, watching how alec immediately scrambles off the chair and hurries towards where angel is performing,

toji keeps his eyes set on the mysterious lady. refusing to move. he doesn’t want to miss a single thing. especially when she’s on her hands and knees, ass up in the air for the crowd to see and eyes looking over her shoulder earning cheer, applause and money flown just for her.

gojo lets out a wolf whistle. “good choice, zenin”

he hums, the girl now up on her feet. lifting herself up after she hooks her arm around the pole and give them a twirl. “tell me gojo. have you seen anyone as beautiful as she is?”

“definitely not. you just might hit the jackpot”

indeed he did. toji may have made a lot of mistakes but he’s never wrong when it comes to choosing partners . he’s always careful with it.

there is something so different about her and he’s very sure about it too. from how she’s not afraid to tell the men in the audience off, putting that smart mouth to use. unlike the girls he has seen around where they just take the humiliation. but her?

she fights back. just how he likes his women.

“fuck off alec, i mean it! my shift is almost over. i’m not interested being passed around to your friends or co-workers!”

he hears her protest. toji doesn’t even realize that she’s walking closer towards his table with alec’s grip around her elbow,

“who said anything about passing you around? i just need to introduce you to one of the most important men here!” alec defends,

“weird way of saying you want me to suck their cocks” she comments

a foul mouth indeed toji thinks

alec throws her a hard glare, in which she only scoffs and roll her eyes. “mr. toji zenin, I would like to introduce you to angel. she’s been here for almost a year now.”

toji grins at that, standing up from his chair and looks over at the beauty with a disinterested look on her face. seemingly look like she doesn’t want to be here. yet she smiles at him anyway, and he swears he has never seen something so pretty,

“nice to meet you, beautiful ” toji extends his hand for her to take, giving a soft kiss on it. his eyes aren’t looking away from hers. “hell. you’re even gorgeous up close”

she won’t deny it. this man is absolutely handsome. and she doesn’t see a lot of them working here. most are old and married, which something that she finds disgusting. but this man, toji? he is far from ugly.

first thing she noticed was how broad he’s built. the way he towers over her and he’s not even standing that close to her small figure. even the dark room fails to hide the definition of his muscles through the black shirt he’s wearing. and the thin scar over his pulled lips, showcasing a smirk.

is this man even a man?

as handsome as he is, angel raises an eyebrow, not feeling entirely influenced by the gesture. “so have you been observing me this whole time? that’s creepy”

“angel” alec hisses, gripping her elbow a bit tighter making her flinch a bit and her body to cowers a little.

“sorry” she mutters in irritation, gaze falling down to the floor

the interaction somehow irks toji to the bone. he eyes how alec treats her in front him, it would probably even worse behind closed doors.

he doesn’t even want to know.

“you can fucking let go now alec, you’re hurting her” toji demands, throwing him a sharp stare. alec’s pupils are wide open at that, causing him to release his grip almost immediately and for angel to nurse her reddening skin.

one thing that toji wouldn’t accept, is violence against women.

toji’s gaze beginning to soften yet again when he watches the pretty girl before him. how her long hair cascading down her back, exposing the sharp of her collarbones and valleys of her breasts,

if only her look of fear is replaced with a look of comfort,

“you can leave us be. thanks” toji coldly orders at alec, not wanting to be near his presence anymore. he’s had enough seeing that bastard,

he nods, avoiding his stare but not before muttering a ‘don’t fuck this up’ to angel before one toji’s men escorts him out,

“don’t worry about him doll. he’s gone, yeah?” he comforts her almost immediately, not wanting her to be scared anymore,

“oh—yeah, uhm thanks” she shoots him a smile. a genuine one this time, taking his hand in hers when he offers it. "so how do you want this--''

“if you don’t mind” he puts a hand behind her back immediately to guide her to the couch behind, earning a quizzical look on her face. “i want to get to know you first”

“mr. zenin. with all due respect, this is not a date. i’m working”

he chuckles at her forward response, still she lets him lead to the velvet couch. angel sits first, eyes glancing up for a moment and see a handsome white haired man with his arms crossed. he quickly removes himself from the presence and walk out. his other men following him from behind.

and now there’s just two.

“i just want to take my time with you. is that okay?” toji sits back down, watching her crossed her legs as she keeps the distance between them,

she smiles with a shrug, toying with the strap of her bra, “you could do that while i’m giving you a dance—if you want?”

toji makes a mental note on how her eyes glow under the violet lights when she stares at him. almost like it’s so easy for him to see what goes beyond that. they’re so so pretty. prettiest he’s ever seen indeed. despite the flirty tone lacing under her response, she still has the look of innocence that makes him smile back.

she’s no better too. the way he’s looking directly into her eyes should be a crime. his gaze speaks something. something… lustful and dangerous.

he nods, letting out a breathe of relief as he leans himself back before spreading his thighs as an invitation.

“show me what you got then gorgeous”

angel swears she can hear the beat of her heart getting louder the moment she sits herself down on his lap. still, without him having to suspect anything, she keeps her flirty persona for a show.

“my, my—you really are a fucking dime” he lowly whistles, eyes falling to the curve of her breasts. “i can see why people were loving you back there. hopefully they don’t get jealous when i stole you away”

she giggles, a small blush creeping on her cheeks. “aren’t you a flirt. you do this to every girl?”

toji places his hands on her plump ass, resting it there. he knows that there are rules where it’s forbidden you touch the dancers. but he doesn’t give a shit. and it’s not like anyone had the balls to tell him off anyway.

“only to those who i find interesting, baby” he says, eyes not looking away from the beauty as be squeezes her flesh making himself groan. “fuck me. that’s an ass? right here?”

his comment makes her laugh as she throws her head back. loving how genuine he actually sounds when he said that.

“so—mr. zenin” she begins, giving him a naughty smile as her hands finds their way to his shoulders, feeling how tense they are under his grip. “what brings you to this awful depth of town, hm?”

he clears his throat, wetting down the bottom of his mouth while keeping his hands steady on her hips. finding no desire to move them. “business. your bastard of a boss owes me something. I didn’t think i would actually be here right now, accompanied by a gorgeous woman like yourself”

damn. he sure is charming and cheeky. definitely a player. “you sure are a sweet talker, mr. zenin” she tells him before slowly beginning to grind against his bulge causing him to exhale another deep groan. “are you sure—you don’t make bitches wet talking like that?”

he mutters a low ‘christ’ when he feels himself growing hard under her sultry move, yet she isn’t stopping. and she only had just started. “believe me doll, i’ve had my fair shares with many—but damn, they sure don’t make me hard like you do—cross my heart”

her hips the move in tiny circles, keeping a painfully slow pace but enough to keep him satisfied. “i don’t trust you but okay—anyway, what did you and alec talked about anyway?”

“nosy, huh?”

she rolls her eyes. “i have the right to ask since he practically sold me to you for tonight—my shift was supposed to be over, mr. zeni—“

“toji” he cuts her off, thumb softly stroking against her hip bone

“what was that?”

“just call me toji” he repeats with a small grin. “and okay that’s fair—he has something very important of mine. was supposed to pay a month ago, but that piece of shit isn’t known to be the one who keeps his promises”

she hums in response, leaning herself back slowly and rests her palms upon his knees to keep her body steady. her hips are now moving back and forth.

toji shamelessly let his eyes wander down from her breasts to her thick thighs. “i was going to blow his brains out tonight. right here. on this one spot. but he begged like a bitch and i wanted to see how far he goes” he laughs almost darkly,

it scares her a little by how calm he’s being about murdering someone. with the way his eyes staring at her aren’t really helping too. like a predator eyeing his prey. almost like he knows how to make her weak on the knees.

“looks like he’s in big big trouble, then” she giggles cutely. “not surprised anyway. he owes alot of money to the girls too. mine included”

he cocks an eyebrow, feeling himself tensing. “does he now? how long?”

“can’t count. i had to pull bunch of shitty excuses to the landlord just so he won’t kick me out of the apartment. half of our earnings each night, goes to him. saying that he’ll pay me back but I know he never will” she spills casually, then her movement comes into a halt. “oh fuck, don’t tell him i said that”

with a chuckle, his head shakes. “i won’t. but i could kill him for you, if you want me to. just say the word” he speaks lowly, continuing to admire her body. “mind if i ask how long have you been working here?”

it takes her a while to answer. “almost a year. I quit college for this. not because i love it entirely, but i couldn’t pay for it anymore.” she sighs,

“i’m sorry to hear that. what were you studying?”

“bio-engineering” she smiles, “people tend to be surprised when i told them that”

“count me in as well, sweetheart, damn. not only she’s hot as fuck but she’s smart too?” he shakes his head in disbelief. “you even real, right now?”

she laughs, flipping her hair. “thank you, toji—can i ask you something?”

he hums, callouses hands move towards her back, holding her steady,

“what happened there” she points at the scar, struggling to find the urge not to trace her fingers across it,

he shrugs, “was from a fight years ago. nothing major”

“can i—touch it?” she softly asks him, looking so innocent yet teasingly,

toji smirks, head nodding. “go ahead, baby” he speaks in a low baritone. voice so deep and flirty that it almost makes her squirm,

she ignores the butterflies in her stomach when he calls her that. and without being told twice, she leans closer and her fingers reach out to pad the scar gently. feeling how soft his lips against her skin, paying attention to every single detail of it. wondering how on earth could a scar fit someone so perfectly.

there is no doubt on her mind, that he is the sexiest man she has ever come across to. she can feel the weight of his palm lowering itself down to her plump cheek, squeezing it. usually, she would tell anyone off for touching her like that. but this time, she doesn’t say anything. not because she’s afraid of him but she feels strangely turned on.

“fuck” he breathes out, feeling her ass one more time. hearing him like that just makes her giggle as she gradually picks up the pace grinding on him, catching toji off guard.

“such a naughty little girl—bet you wouldn’t mind having that ass spanked now would you?” he whispers against her ear, biting his lower lip hard.

though she would admit that she wouldn’t, she won’t allow him to win this game. she slowly shakes her head with a smirk, removing herself off his lap causing him to whine. angel spins around, not without swaying her ass side to side, sneaking a glance to make sure he’s watching,

her hand immediately circles around the pole in front of them. “dinner is mandatory if you want to go down to that path, mr. zenin”

toji watches carefully with lust and admiration as she now securing her arm around the golden pole, lifting herself off easily and give her body a gentle spin. eyes screwed shut and head thrown back. coming back down slowly, she re-enacts the movement from where she performed for the audience. legs spread apart, landing in a perfect split. long brown hair covering the side of her beautiful features, tongue licking her upper lip.

he follows the curve of her ass, eager to get his hands on them but he knows that he has to wait. there, he spots a small heart tattoo inked on her ass cheek,

angel is a little teaser. that’s for sure. enjoying herself too much in making a man hard yet refuses to be under the spell of a man’s touch. he likes that actually. likes that a lot. it may be painful to have his cock hard at the moment while she’s not doing anything about it but she’s worth it.

so, so worth it.

“you are so. fucking. sexy.” his voice switches into something darker, a seductive grin slowly forming as he thirsts over her. “must have made a lot of men mad out there”

“so i have been told” she declares with confidence, innocent smile pulling upon her lips as she begins to gently crawl towards him, eyes never leaving his.

she halts in between his open legs, settling on her knees. being the little minx she is, her hands find a place on top of his thighs. “i sense you carry danger everywhere you go, mr. zenin—am i wrong?”

she’s not dumb. she spotted his gun strapped against his holster an hour before she was even being introduced to the man.

he delicately caresses her soft cheek, almost came in his pants when she leans against his palm. “why? that scares you?” he moves a few strands of hair that are blocking his view of her pretty face,

she shakes her head, a smile doesn’t leave her face. in fact, he hears a soft giggle escapes her.

his eyes move from the curve of her breasts and up to her mouth. eyeing the way that pink gloss compliments her pretty skin.

“would love to have a taste—right here” toji whispers, his thumb grace her lower lip. his breath immediately hitches, and a groan rumbles deep in his chest the moment she opens her mouth.

“fuck—what a good girl” he moans lowly when she lets his thumb rest upon her warm wet tongue. the angelic look in her eyes disappears and is replaced with a look of lust. “s-shit” it takes him by surprise when she decides to suckle it, head bobbing her head up and down painfully slow,

“jesus—i wish it was my cock you’re sucking right now, baby” nonetheless, the amount of pleasure she’s giving him is enough to keep him satisfied,

“holy fuck, wow” she pops her lips off his thumb. wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth before giggling again. the sound makes toji smile. genuinely.

“you’re trouble” he comments with a tsk, chuckling at the way she shrugs innocently as if she has no idea what he’s talking about. “alright. up you get, baby”

she gives him a questionable look, following his movement and rise to her feet. “mr. zenin, we still have thirty minutes left. alec gave me at least an hour and he would be upset if i—“

“if he touches you, you tell me and i’ll kill him. understand?” toji sternly orders, brows furrowing at the thought of that lowlife bastard putting his hands on her,

she’s baffles at that. how could he know what goes behind closed doors? still she nods anyway. “yes, sir”

“toji, baby. toji” he corrects with a smile. “besides, if i stayed for another ten minutes, i’ll l cream in my pants and that would be embarrassing” he shamelessly points out. she blushes at that and it makes toji’s heart skips a bit,

“this doesn’t mean it’s a one and done. i would love to see you again, sweetheart. can’t let you go too far now can i?” he pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and hands her thick amount of hundreds. “here you go, angel”

she gasps softly as her eyes go big, shocked by the bundle of cash in his hand. if she counts it right that’s gotta be at least close to one grand.

“toji this is—fuck this is too much, I—i can’t take these. twenty or fifteen is enough for me”

he frowns. who in the right mind think it’s okay for men to tip a gorgeous woman with a rocking body some loose change? fucking assholes.

“baby, you do realize who you’re talking to? i don’t give out twenty or less” he quirks an eyebrow, watching her adorable expression. “money isn’t a problem to me. a grand isn’t a problem to me. come on, you deserve it”

she stares down at his hand and hesitantly takes the money. flashing him a wide smile. “mr—i mean, toji, oh my god thank you so much. thank you, thank you!” without any second thoughts, she jumps out and wrap her arms around his neck,

“you don’t know how much this means to me. i needed this”

toji stumbles a bit, the sudden movement surprises him but he appreciates it. the way she keeps thanking him, muttering couple of blessings has somehow gives his heart a little kick,

a good one.

“no need to thank me, baby” toji grins, holding her by the waist to keep her secured for a moment before pulling away. “you take care of yourself yeah? don’t be wandering too far. would love to take you out on a stroll” he leans down to peck her cheek,

“I’ll be sure to stop by and see you again, gorgeous” with one last devilish smile, he walks out of the room. leaving her still in complete shock,

he is no ordinary man, alright. it kinda makes her feel a bit weird by all the butterflies that are erupting her stomach by how he acted earlier. has it been.. what? two or three years since she had been engaged in any sort of relationships with a man. and there has been no real man crawling around this city. only rats. she fucking hates rats.

but toji zenin? there’s definitely something about him that makes his whole aura and appearance a lot more sexier. again, she’s not stupid. she has seen the gun. observed his interaction with her boss. and the men he had protecting him suits?

that’s no 9-5 man. it’s dirty work.

and it should’ve scared her. it should’ve been a warning made for her to run and avoid him because he’s a man that carries danger everywhere he goes. toji zenin is a man that would not hesitate to paint the whole town in blood of his victims if one ever crosses his territory.

yet as she glances down at the bills being handed at her and promise from him that he would see her again, it makes her smile. heart thumping at the thought of the beautiful man coming back only for her.

angel clutches the money against her chest, squealing as she does little bounces in her heels with a giggle. overjoyed with the amount of cash that would help her,

she’s definitely making toji her new favorite client

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

HELLO I moved last week and I have no WiFi or service in my flat (posting from a coffee shop) so I apologise for the lack of posting.

However, this was meant to be for today's wolfstarmicrofic prompt Basilisk, but it's officially much too long because I've missed writing to post lmao, so it's not a microfic.

(Ravenclaw Remus AU.)

"Lupin, you're patrolling with..." Moody flicks quickly through his notes, "Black."

"Oh, er... Alright," he says with a shrug, trying to pass himself off as calm.

Internally? Every single alarm is going off in his head.

Remus never exactly... spoke to Sirius Black, or his friends. Ravenclaws and Gryffindors aren't really destined to interact, and Remus would have chosen death over joining the Quidditch team. That didn't stop him from being one of far too many people in the school that had a major minor crush on Sirius.

Sure, he knew that Sirius had grown up rich and pampered. He always held himself in this way that made him seem ten times more important than everyone else. That wasn't exactly helped by the fact that he was a Gryffindor. Lily, Mary and Marlene were the only Gryffindors Remus has ever really tolerated. The rest are all pretentious as fuck. Everyone knows that.

Still, for some reason, his brain would short circuit whenever he was so much in the same room as Sirius. He still lays awake at night, humiliated about the time he accidentally caught Sirius' eyes and tripped over the bench in the Great Hall.

Joining the Order wasn't even a question for him. Anything to help them win the war. He hadn't exactly expected Sirius to do the same, but it just makes him feel like he's back in school. Frustratingly enough for him, Sirius has only gotten more attractive in the year since they've left school. It hasn't really mattered until now, though. He's been pretty successful in avoiding him. It's probably helped by the fact that he isn't even on Sirius' radar, but this? He's going to set the strangest first impression on the planet.

There's nothing he can do about it, though.

That's how Remus finds himself waiting outside the Order house, fidgeting with an unlit cigarette.

"Hey, Remus!"

There he is.

Remus looks up, shoving the cigarette back into the carton. Sirius has stopped in front of him, running a hand through his hair and grinning at Remus.

Leather jackets look weird on literally everyone other than him.

Remus has to jostle his brain into functioning. He blinks once, before finally mustering a polite smile.

"Hi. Should we get going?"

"Yeah. Yeah, let's go."

They walk in silence for a while, moving from spot to spot and taking the odd note.

Until Sirius decides he's done with all of that.

"Y'know, I was hoping you'd join the Order."

"Sorry?" Remus practically stops in his tracks, turning to Sirius with wide eyes. Shock ripples through him.

Hoping?

"I mean, I had a feeling you would. I'm just... glad you did, I guess."

"I didn't even know you knew I existed," Remus confesses quickly.

Sirius actually does stop moving, grabbing Remus' forearm and stopping him too.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, really. You existed on this... separate plane. I mean, you were you. Everyone knew about you. Why would I be on your radar?"

"Remus," Sirius says slowly, eyes boring into Remus'. It sends a shiver down Remus' spine. "All I did was think about you."

"What?" Remus sputters, a strange mixture of confusion and shock overwhelming him.

"Oh, I had such a crush on you." He shrugs like it's nothing; like what he just said hasn't turned Remus' entire world on its axis. "I thought that was obvious, I mean... you're bloody brilliant. Ravenclaw prefect, running a study group-"

"I can't believe you've even given me a second thought," Remus says, a little breathless.

"Merlin, I did. I remember telling James that I'd fight a Basilisk for you." Sirius chuckles to himself, but Remus is losing control over his own responses scarily quickly. "I know you couldn't stand me, but-"

"Who said that?"

"Nobody had to." Sirius watches Remus, a little puzzled. "You're not the biggest fan of Gryffindors, right?"

Well, he's not wrong.

"Besides, you couldn't stay in the same room as me. You literally fell over yourself trying to get away from me before."

"Oh, God," Remus mutters under his breath, his face heating up uncomfortably. His one comfort has been that Sirius didn't notice him embarrassing himself every time he walked into the room.

"Sorry," Sirius says suddenly, releasing Remus' hand. "I didn't mean to- Christ, I've made things even more awkward, haven't I?"

Huh.

He's not as confident as Remus thought.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean- let's just forget I said that. Finish patrolling."

No.

Remus doesn't want to forget. He needs to do something, before Sirius never speaks to him again.

Hurriedly, he grabs Sirius' hand, pulling him into an alley nearby.

Well, he's committed to it now. No turning back.

"Remus, what-"

He pulls Sirius in by his stupidly perfect jacket and connects their lips before he has a chance to second guess himself.

Thankfully, Sirius wastes no time in falling into the kiss. His lips are soft against Remus', parting just enough for their tongues to meet.

The kiss is everything he could have imagined and more. Sirius is somehow both tentative and eager and he tastes like cinnamon and fuck, Remus may as well have died and gone to heaven. His hand involuntarily slides into Sirius' hair, and he's rewarded with a muffled gasp.

Okay, maybe Gryffindors aren't that bad.

[spicyclover]

In a haze

Summary : In the car, there are millions of thoughts that pass one after the other. The brain accumulates and releases at hundredths of a second all the information we need to be good drivers. However, sometimes it happens that the information never comes back and we are lost in this infinite mist.

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WARNING : mention of crash | lose of consciousness

The humidity is at its peak. Singapore is really one of the most physical races. The overwhelming and stifling heat prevents the brain from accumulating air properly. I already regret leaving the refrigerated hospitality to join the garage. I meet some fans on my way and I stop to take some pictures.

I am quickly escorted out of the crowd. I run to join the others to start the parade. I regroup with the two Ferraris and Max who discuss qualifications. I am P8. I could have had more, but a moment of distraction made me lose seconds in a corner. I smile at Charles and shake Carlos’s hand. I'm sweating in my team gear, it's really the worst. The Ferraris boys are not better, Charles is red as a tomato and Carlos look like he's going faint any second.

In the distance, I see Daniel. He is in a corner, his headphones on his ears. He has his face of concentration. He's cute, makes him look more serious. Since the beginning of the year, he hasn’t smiled as much. He’s not the same as before. He gradually realizes that his days are numbered in this sport and it scares him. I understand that feeling. I am the only woman on the grid and at my first mistake, I have a horde of men wanting to replace me with their macho and sexist criticism. Daniel raises his head and crosses my eyes. A smile expands on my lips and he seems to relax.

With the parade over, I return to the garage for the final preparations. I visualize the race in my head. I review the turns, the areas of acceleration, the areas of deceleration. I calculate the pressure of my tires and I look at the temperature one last time during the race. Filling my brain with all this information helps me not to be overwhelmed by pressure. I relativize and focus on the fact by what can happen.

It’s already time to get in the car. As always, the pressure goes up and I feel like my head is going to explode. I get in the car. I put my helmet on. When the helmet goes on my head, I no longer calculate what’s around me. Everything around me gets foggy and only my car counts. I hear my engineer in my ear and listen to the instructions.

The journalists and the teams leave the track. The crowd is on fire. I allow myself to look around. Oscar is on my right at P7. Lando is P6 ahead of me. Behind me is Daniel P10. The light turns red and the formation round begins. Max starts the pace. I warm up my tires and check my brakes one last time. I barely have time to think that the finish line is in front of me again. I install the single-seater in my starting lines and I prepare myself.

One. My pulse begin to quicken. Two. I'll move faster and faster, the fan roaring beside me. Three. My thoughts begin to wash away in a cloud of wind and dust. Four. The crowd thunders. Five.

My hands release the brake and I press the accelerator. The first corner comes quickly. I find my line among all the cars and I concentrate. The first few cars slow down and I’m right behind. I start turning the wheel. The next few seconds freeze in time. My brain tries to interpret what is happening before my eyes, but I can’t. I feel the back of my car rising in the air. In a straight perpendicular line, all I see is black and white asphalt. I let go of the steering wheel and the barrels start. My body is wandered from left to right in the car and I try to maintain myself. All this happens in seconds before I crash into the security fence.

I hear his laugh. I look up and he is in front of me, his smile bigger than the sun. I chuckle before I tongue him. I get up and start running to the ocean. He rushes after me. I peek behind me and he’s already behind.

"It’s not fair," I said, with a sulky pout. "You’re faster than me." He grabs my face in his gigantic hands and kisses me. I try to resist, but these kisses are magical that I can’t keep acting. I surrender to these lips.

"I am a high performance athlete, athletes speed." I laugh and I push him away a little. He loses balance and leads me to his fall. The fine sand is quickly encountered and my eyes get lost in his. I remove some rebellious streaks from his face. He meddles his fingers between my hair and he passes them behind my ears. "You’re beautiful." I pouffe before I kiss his lips again to silence him.

I’m back in the car. I fainted. Oh no, I lost consciousness. My vision is blurry and my ears are ringing. I try to straighten my head to look around, but I can’t. I feel like my heart is in my brain. It’s pounding and I can barely breathe. I feel a hand on my shoulder, but I can’t react. Gradually my vision darkened again.

"I don’t want us to hide anymore," whispers Daniel.

The night is cool and we’re in our hotel room in Los Angeles. This is the first time that we meet after weeks of meeting at the bend of an evening or a race. We have been living in this secret relationship for a few months now and I must admit that it is happiness. I like to find it even for a few moments, but it is true that with each separation, they become harder. I smile as I relax my head.

"We have no choice." I say, slowly fading away in my sleep.

And it’s true, we are stuck in this spiral of PR. Being the only woman on the track, I have to be attractive to the male fans. A girl in a relationship is not interesting. I hate every day since this phrase came out of my manager’s mouth. What do I give a shit about male fans? I’m not there for them, or thanks to them. I long to make a big finger in all this, but the more I think about the consequence and the more it scares me.

I am transported out of my car, I distinguish the lights of paramedics who check the dilation of my pupils. I blink and red and white flashes pass in front of my eyes. The ambulance. My helmet was removed. I don’t remember much. They talk to me, but I can’t tell the words. Everything is confusing. Yet, this hand I know. It’s his. Daniel. My eyes are frantically searching around me and I finally see him. He too has crashed. I don’t have time to think more than the paramedic pulls it out of my hand and takes me in the ambulance to the nearest hospital.

The hours that follow are a perpetual blur. I get lost in the dozens of exams and questions I am asked. I answer as best I can, but I get tired and I ask him to be beside me. I whisper his name between my lips. Many hours have passed. My senses come back little by little and I hear again the noises that surround me. I hear the beep of the machines, I hear the nurses who pass by the door of my room. I hear the television on, but I can’t understand the words. Most importantly, I hear his voice. He’s there with me. I painfully open my eyes. In the first place, everything is blurred. I can only see the light, but very quickly my vision clears and I can look at his face.

"I am so sorry, my love. I am terribly sorry." He whispers repeatedly, my hand in his.

"Hey, stranger." I say in a hoarse voice. I feel like I’ve been smoking for forty years with that voice.

"Y/n!" He cries while looking up. "You are awake."

"You didn’t think you’d get rid of me like that." I said with a laugh. I try to move to get up, but my body hurts. I moan and Daniel looks at me worried. "What happened?"

"We crashed into each other… I ran into you by accident. The car behind me didn’t brake and I was right in your corner. You rolled, I thought I’d lose you." He chokes a sob before he takes over." You landed in the safety gate and the race was paused for a long time. I… I couldn’t… I couldn’t go on without knowing if you were okay." He caresses my hair tenderly. I feel the pain in his voice and it hurts me.

"You disqualified yourself for me?"

"For you? Always." I smile and reach for him. I grab the top of his neck and our lips meet. Our kiss lasts a few minutes. We enjoy the present moment and the presence of the other. "Just to let you know, but I may have told everyone about our relationship and the media is crazy about it."

"What?" I write to myself as I step aside. What did he do? He didn’t… Oh no!

"We’ll talk later." He kisses me again with a smile. "You need to rest and heal."

"Dan…" I try to argue, but he won’t let me continue.

[shippingmyworld]

Youtuber!Timmy and Youtuber!Jimmy AU

Follow up to my Youtuber!Danny Phantom AU from this post cus I can't stop thinking about this AU.

Timmy runs a channel named Fairly Odd Creatures where he makes full-blown mockumentaries about all kinds of mythical creatures/cryptids. Once every 2-3 months he will post a video that's about 60 minutes long and the production value that goes into them is absolutely mind-blowing. People are constantly flooding his inbox, demanding to know what his secret is. There are all-out wars in the comment section of his videos (or whatever social media platform his videos are being discussed on) debating on how in the world the footage is pulled off. Nobody can agree on if it's super-advanced cgi or the best blend of makeup and props the internet has ever seen.

Timmy's secret of course is just the fact that Cosmo and Wanda will simply poof into existence whatever creature Timmy needs for his video. Then he just has to follow it around for a few hours with his camcorder and then edit the footage together.

The funniest part of his videos (and probably the reason that they're so popular) is that nothing in them is even remotely in line with what has already been popularized. For example: "Chupacabra's? Yeah, it turns out they don't drink the blood of livestock. They eat metal. Specifically, automobile metal. Don't believe me? Well I lost this Chupacabra in downtown Dimmsdale for a few hours and it ate half of this totally random car before I found it again. Here's a clip of it taking a chomp out of the tire like it's a donut." (The car belonged to Mr. Crocker and it wasn't an accident).

Each and every video Timmy uploads is guaranteed to hit number one on trending for a few hours, and then hover in the top 20 for a few days. This gives Timmy a bit of an ego, especially since whenever he posts a new one everyone at school is talking about it the next day. He tells himself that he can't reveal his identity because then he's have to explain how he's pulling everything off (his voice is disguised with a magical voice modulator that makes him sound like a dramatic narrator) and thus risk exposing Cosmo and Wanda. However, the second that Trixie off-handedly mentions she watches them he spills the beans. Thankfully for his fairies, nobody believes him.

Jimmy's channel is called Brain Blast in which he posts about his projects and the science behind them. While he does have a small and dedicated subscriber base, most of the comments on his videos are from months or years after he's uploaded them in the first place of people thanking him for posting such great study aids.

Part of the reason why he has a smaller subscriber base is because he doesn't edit his content. They're all done with a single take, which only is extremely impressive to anyone that notices. He writes the script, preps his slideshow and props, and then hits record. Even though he does plenty of "Fun Science" videos ("Alternative Travel Methods feat. Bubble Travel", "How to Launch Your Toaster into Orbit", "Make Your Own Rust in a Can", etc.) the low production and sound quality for everything gives off the same energy as those channels run by a middle-aged man recording stuff about their niche interest on their phones.

Sheen and Carl appear in most of his videos as his assistants (or lab rats depending on the context). They're pretty great helpers, despite the fact that Sheen always goes off script and Carl gets so camera shy that he forgets his lines. Jimmy has to cut in a lot with "That's an excellent question!" to get them back on track. Libby and even Cindy will make occasional appearances. In fact, most of his popular uploads come from videos that his friends requested: "How Real is the Science in Ultralord?", "Surprising Biology of Lamas!", and "The Science Behind Enjoying Music." are counted among his most popular uploads.

Cindy once tried to get her own channel up and running and was pretty popular for a while, but after a few months she decided that even part-time content creator wasn't something she wanted to invest her time into. Instead, she'll just muscle her way into Jimmy's videos on occasion. More than once she has basically hijacked Jimmy's script halfway through to talk about famous women related to whatever topic Jimmy is covering.

Jimmy can't really bring himself to interrupt Cindy's hijacking's, because whiles she's right about the contributions these famous women have made, they're not super relevant to the hyper-specific topic/experiment he's currently covering (he will just shoot a second video when he's alone and upload it to make sure all his points got covered). Eventually though, he'll get so annoyed with Cindy barging into his lab whenever she finds out he's planning to film (Sheen spills the beans to Libby all the time and she reports to Cindy) that Jimmy will begin to start most of his videos will a few quick facts that he thinks Cindy will like so she'll leave him alone.

When the Youtube algorithm starts recommending Jimmy some of Timmy's mockumentary's, Jimmy will start posting follow-up videos to Timmy's in order to debunk Fairly Odd Creatures. This in turn starts to push Brain Blast up in popularity due to association. Then a portion of Timmy's fanbase gets latched onto Jimmy. They start taking stills from Jimmy's videos to use as reaction images (because Jimmy gets very upset and frustrated with just how wrong everything in Timmy's videos are).

As to not expose himself on his channel, Timmy creates a second channel in which he uploads videos in exactly the same style as Jimmy's. He discredits this "Science" thing that Jimmy is apparently basing all his arguments on and jokes about how Jimmy sounds like a witch. The second channel isn't very popular until Jimmy posts a "In Response to..." video addressing Timmy's second channel directly. This inadvertently brings Timmy's second channel a flash rise in popularity and sparks a whole chain of video uploads between the two of them. There's a solid month of them uploading daily and basically yelling at each other about why people should unsubscribe from the other person.

Timmy throws himself heavily into the second channel (so much so that he almost forget to film content for Fairly Odd Creatures once), adopting a conspiracy theory persona that believes the earth is flat and that the moon is just a government projection. He invites his totally real alien friend Mark Chang onto the channel all the time to talk about Yugopotamia and help discredit Jimmy ("Like yeah man, I totally saw your radical disc-looking planet and had to fly down and check it out.").

And because people are normal on the internet, there's a whole sub-genre of fans that have started to ship Jimmy and Timmy's YouTube channels. 'Enemies-to-lovers' is the most popular trope for them, and there's even a whole subreddit dedicated to the ship that gets fanart and fanfics posted to it on a regular basis. Timmy is very aware of this group of fans and will occasionally sneak in an off-handed remark about Jimmy just to fuel them because he thinks it will piss off Jimmy even more. In fact, there's a whole slew of small channels that clip and compile 'JimTim Evidence' to fuel their theory that Jimmy and Timmy are secretly dating.

Little does Timmy know, there's actually a clip out there of him saying, "Jimmy may not be able to use his oversized head to deduce simple facts, but that least he can pick out glasses that make his eyes look pretty." Jimmy has watched that clip at least a thousand times on loop because he's low-key attracted to Timmy but refuses to admit it. It's part of the reason as to why he gets so worked up about Timmy's responses to him, because how can someone he's attracted to be just so wrong about everything???

[shadows-over-the-wastes]

Shadows Over the Wastes: Chapter Two

Staring at the edge of an axe head, running a whetstone over it for the final touches of sharpening. I could see my reflection. Minty green coat, reflected in iron, with a messy, unkempt, far-too long, white mane. It hung in my face, hiding the brown freckles dotting my cheeks, and the fudge colored eyes that peered from between the strands. My irises were so dark they nearly blended in with my pupils, giving me a beady-eyed, lightless look. I almost always had a miserable expression painted across my face. That is, when blood wasn’t smeared across it first. My father is Cripps Crackle, the strongest of the Rusteaters. I’m his son, Chocolate Pennyroyal. Most just call me “Chocco”. It's stupid. It's childish. I hate it.

Cripps is single-hoofedly the strongest earth pony I know. Somehow he ended up getting with a unicorn. Well, not somehow. She didn’t have a choice. Which is why I ended up with the best of both worlds. Genetic lottery, I guess. Physical strength and magical prowess, lucky me. Unfortunately, that made me the de facto choice to take over his iron throne. Which I did not want. Even despite how feral my clan-mates were whenever we ransacked a town or exterminated a small village, simply for the fun of it; I can’t help but feel horrible. Some sympathy for the ponies I kill. The ponies I slaughter. At least, the ones undeserving. Other Clans? Steel Rangers? Hell, The Enclave? I reveled in it. And that’s what made it worse. I’m the best at what I do.

Today I was leading a scavenging group to an old robotics factory. Supposedly there were Flamescars taking hold there, using it to manufacture machines of mass-waste. Bots made to raze cities. We couldn’t know for sure, but we had to see if the rumors were true.

Slinging my axe over my back, I continued my lead, snorting. I could hear the rest of my intelligence-destitute clan-mates bantering behind me. I wore pre-war armor covered in rusted spikes, with large, extendable claws on the front plates of my forelegs. Looking back, I whistled through my teeth. “Shut it, maggots!” I snarled, using my leader tone. It almost immediately got them to quiet down, snapping their attention to me. “Now listen. If we flap our lips without a lick of consideration for how loud we might be, what do you think is going to happen? Hmm?” I watched a small male pegasus raise his hoof. “You don’t need to raise your fucking hoof, Longswipe.”

“Right, sorry. Uh… eh. They’ll hear us coming, and sick the bots on us.” He answers weakly. A coy front for his underlying sociopathy.

“Great fucking job, you can rub two pieces of brain meat together. Now you two.” I extended a foreleg, pointing at them, and baring my teeth. I had very pronounced canines, a trait common to wasteland ponies, but none quite as big as mine. “Quit your joking, or the only joke here will be how I’ll be using your intestine-strewn corpse to play tetherball! Am I understood?”

They backed up, nodding and rearing a hoof. High Hall spoke up, an earth pony sniper. “Y-yes! Of course!”

Letting out a hot puff through my nose, I turned back around, flicking my tail. “Good. Keep those lips shut, before I sew them closed with fucking barbed wire.” I continued making tracks, soon setting my eye on an old dusty facility, the outside surrounded by degraded old vehicles, and scrapped bots.

I felt a prick run up my spine. No outside defenses. That wasn’t right. Going to the front door, I withdrew my axe from my back, holding it up with bright green magic. My squad members backed me up, waiting for the door to be kicked in. High Hall sat with his semi-auto sniper at the ready, in a low position. “Ready for your signal.” He muttered, keeping his voice low.

Bucking the door, the chains and locks snap, the metal entryway careening open. However, the inside was dark, and empty. Starting to move in, I clicked on the flashlight attached to my chestpiece. “Lights on…voices down.” I whispered, motioning with a hoof. The rest followed me inside, and we made our way to the center of the warehouse. All of the bots were gone, completely cleaned out. No protectron or assaultron left to operate. All crates were emptied, all spare parts taken. It was completely destitute.

“Ah… if it isn’t the Redcolts.” A voice echoed from the catwalks. My whole squad and I flashed our lights up to the origin, finding a single stallion. He had a pale blue coat, and bright yellow eyes. A green, stylishly messy undercut mane, swept to one side. He had bits of metal stuck in his face, accentuating his sharp features. And he had a false leg. One of his back legs, the right one, from the mid-haunch down was replaced with a clawed contraption. “And the biggest boy of all of ‘em no less. Chocolate Pennyroyal…” He smiled, showing off gold and silver teeth mixed with natural yellow teeth. His smile was uneven, like it was mixed with another emotion.

“Do I know you, asshole?” I barked up to him, readying my axe to be thrown.

He chuckles, “No. But your daddy might.” He leans on the catwalk railing, continuing to smirk. “Oh where are my manners? The name’s Cold Crank. Most of my boys call me ‘Cranky’. Though…I consider myself anything but.”

“What’s your game, Cranky?” I asked, glancing at my squad members, before looking back at him.

He shrugged slightly, unfolding a wing from the darkness to reveal himself a pegasus. It held a cigarette between the feathers, which he placed on his lips. Then, raising a forehoof, a device strapped around it sparked, and created a small, controlled flame, lighting the end. “My ‘game’ is that I’m one of the best robotics engineers around. And your daddy pissed me off recently.” He takes a long drag, before puffing smoke out of his nose like a dragon. “I was gonna kill you as soon as you stepped hoof in here. But…I can tell you’re different.“

“Different?” I squinted.

“Mmhmm!” He nods, puffing again, “Even from your clan members. Even the weakest one there has this psychopathic look in his eyes, if you look deep enough. I’m good at reading ponies, and I can tell they all loooooove killing. Take pride in it. Joy, even. But you, Chocco? Not the same way they do.”

I felt my heart pound in my chest, baring my teeth. Even if it was true, the clan couldn’t know. Weakness, especially weakness like that, was justification for execution. There was no tolerance for empathy amongst the clan. It was kill or be killed. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh?” He snickers, “I don’t? Well then I won’t do the talking. These will.” Cranky stands on his hind legs, opening up his long, dark coat. Dozens of little glowing lenses all focused lights onto the walls, playing the same video all at the same time. A video from one of our recent raids. From the perspective of somepony that was in their home.

A father and daughter, sitting with their Assaultron. The pony-shaped robot pointing its guns at the door as screams can be heard outside. Then, my eyes peer in through their doorway. “INTRUDER-” The assaultron roars, but I put a hoof over my mouth, gesturing for it to be quiet. Its laser ceases its charging, and it looks over to its owners.

“Go out the back, their attention is drawn from that angle.” My voice echoed through their home. “Leave now, please. While you can.”

The video pauses, and Cranky snickers. “Those three came and found me. Told me about their… unlikely savior.”

High Hall aims his rifle at me, and I can hear the safety click. “What the fuck was that?! You saved those ponies? What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Hall. Put your fucking gun down before I shove it so far up your ass, I give it a brand new burial wrap just in time for your fucking funeral.” I slowly turned my head, narrowing my eyes on him.

Longswipe shook his head. “This is… unbelievable. How…?”

“Cripps ain’t gonna be happy when he hears about this.” Springload, the other unicorn of the group adds, using his yellow magic to withdraw a chainsword. “Longswipe, make for camp, now. Leave. We’ll subdue him.”

“You’ll betray me?? Just like that?!” I shouted, backing into a combat position. “How dare you?!”

Longswipe made a break for the exit, Hall and Spring both training their weapons on me. However, as soon as he gets to the door, I watch as he stops in place. He looks around for a moment, then attempts to go through the open double doors. Something cuts through the air. A tail, or a whip, with a bladed edge, from seemingly nowhere in the darkness of the warehouse. And it cuts his head clean off. So cleanly, he stands stone still for a few seconds, before blood begins to spill down his neck, and he collapses. His head rolled away from his corpse.

My face twisted into an expression of horror. Springload glanced over at Hall, not daring to take his eyes off me for more than a second. “What happened?”

“I dunno! I wasn’t watching!” Hall snaps.

Cranky laughs, shaking his head. “Oh you poor, savage morons.” All three of us snap our attention to him. “Only Chocco saw it, because he was the only one who cared to pay attention to anything. We all stand in a room with a highly experimental robot from the war.” He smiles, “Something they liked to call the ‘Apex’, or the ‘Stealth Assaultron’. It has cloaking technology, thermal vision, in-built electromagnetic pulse ampules, blades sharp enough to cut through 4-hoof thick steel doors, and worst of all? High-tuned rotors. Meaning it can move faster than anypony can aim. I put a surprise in there. Only one of you is walking out of this room, and I already know who it is. Prove me right, Chocco.”

“Prove you right how?? What do you want from me?!” I snap, but I don’t get an answer. The roboticist raises his wings, and with a single flap, disappears in a gust of wind.

Hall keeps his gun trained on me, Springload keeps me from moving anywhere. “You ain’t going fuckin’ anywhere. Move and you’re dead.”

I shook my head, scowling disapprovingly at the two of them. “You two make me fucking sick. So quick to believe the words of a strange pony, just so you can kill me! Sounds like the actions of a jealous worm. Sounds like you simply wish to take my place, no matter what it costs you. Longswipe is already dead. Are you really gonna keep playing this stupid game? Or are you gonna grow up and realize we don’t have time for this?”

The sound of metal skittering against metal can be heard through the warehouse, moving over the three of us. “Springload?? What are we gonna do?” Hall asks, looking up at the rafters while he keeps the barrel angled on my head.

“We’ll kill him and then take our leave, Hall. Chill the fuck out.” His chainsword hovers just under my chin, but I don’t move an inch. I don’t flinch. I don’t shake. I don’t even look away. He revs the sword, smiling. “I always thought you were soft anyway.”

I hear the stealth assaultron clamber on the rafters above me. Then, shaking my head, I make my decision. “I always wanted to fucking kill you from the second I laid eyes on you, Springload.” I throw my axe using my magic, nailing Hall in the haunch. He screams and fires wildly up at the rafters, hitting the assaultron. As a consequence, it swoops down, nearly slashing through Springload, who ducks. His break of concentration is enough for me to take control of the chainsword. Feeling my magic overtake his, I jump forwards, grabbing and swinging the blade. It buries itself right in the thick of his neck, spraying blood everywhere as it begins to saw right through.

Tackling him as vitae spurts all over the ground, I roll onto my back, bucking him into the air. The assaultron comes back around, its tail-blade whirring through the air as it slices right through his abdomen like a hot knife through butter. As his two halves fall to the floor, Hall stands up on his hind legs, aiming his rifle at me. Reflexively, my magic grips the axe handle, and yanks. It’s stuck in his leg, half-cut through the bone. But it works in my favor. The jolt of pain offsets his aim, firing just past my head. My ears ring, and I roll up, springing off my back legs. The recovery causes me to leap forwards, knocking our shoulders together, and destroying his proper grip around the rifle. I flop against the floor, pulling the axe out of his leg. As soon as I do so, I hear a sickening snap, the weakened haunch snapping under his weight.

He screams, but uses his rifle to catch himself before he falls. As I rear the axe back for another attack, and he tries to raise the rifle for a moment, something stops him. The tail blade, right through his chest, lifting him into the air. He gasped, dropping the rifle as his rear legs kicked, spitting blood out of his mouth. Then, he was thrown aside, crumpled onto the ground like trash. I immediately scramble to my hooves, panting as I look around the room, feeling my heart slam against my chest. I could hear it moving around, its metal hooves clicking against the floor. Huffing nervously, I backed away slowly, before I heard it rush me. I raised my axe, ready to defend myself.

It appeared right in front of me, its faux snout nearly touching mine. The robot’s eyes darted around before they locked onto me, the tail blade pressed under my chin. But it did not attack. We stood there, locked in a self-defensive stalemate. Then, it spoke. “You do not try to attack me. Why?”

“Because I know I’d lose. I’m not stupid.” I lied.

“Valid answer.” Its tail blade retracts, and it spits something out from its chest. A small disc-like device. “Three days and the beacon will activate. Follow it.” Its voice suddenly shifts to Cranky’s. “Nice job, Chopper. Eheheheh.” Then, it sprints out of the warehouse in a blur, leaving me be. “Chopper”. I kinda liked that.

Making my way over to High Hall, I stare down at him as he slowly bleeds out on the floor. His leaking crimson gets on my hooves, leaving a slick puddle on the cold concrete. “Cripps… is gonna kill you when he finds out.” He coughs, blood leaking from his nose and mouth.

“Not if I kill him first.” I retort, snorting.

He lets out a wheezy laugh. “You…don’t have the balls.”

Raising my right forehoof, the blades on my leg extend into three jagged claws, gleaming in the low light. “Don’t worry. You’ll find out once you meet him in the depths of hell. Don’t wait for me.” Then, I bring the claws down on his head, impaling them straight through his skull. He lets out one last pathetic gurgle as I strike his brain, freezing up, before falling limp. The claws retract, dripping with blood and brain matter. “You were never of any real use to me anyway.”

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Meryl, Luida, and Bridging the Gap

This is just a quick little side-note I wanted to make about the similarities between Meryl and Luida that I noticed as I was reading, and how they end up occupying similar, yet complementing roles in the story.

***Disclaimer: I was sick when I wrote this and my head is full of fog lmao. If I have completely left out a word or something... don't even worry about it it's fine.

First off, on a surface level, they both are characterized as capable, intelligent, level-headed women, who are suddenly thrust into leadership positions, with Meryl being assigned the task of tracking down and mitigating the damage caused by Vash the Stampede plus looking out for her new protégé, Milly, and Luida stepping up to take charge of Ship 3 and its residents after Doc's death.

While the demand placed on them both is immense, nonetheless, they are shown to be quite capable of shouldering this kind of responsibility - however, given their intense focus and objective-driven personalities, they actually both get scenes where they are somewhat horrified by their own temporary prioritization of objectives over morality. We see this with Meryl in Trigun Volume 1 when she doesn't react in righteous anger to Badwick threatening his parents and had shut herself off from writing to her own in pursuit of her job, and with Luida when she briefly considers the idea of another July incident to stop Knives. Both think negatively of themselves for this - of course, I'm of the mind that since they are upset with themselves on reflection, this proves the exact opposite, really. I think they both have hearts of gold, they're just under a lot of stress, especially as time goes on. The two of them are human beings who falter, but whose morals ultimately align closely with what Vash wants to see in the world. Really, what the two of them hate most here is the idea of their own inaction or taking the easy way in the face of wrongdoing - a concept that drives them into action going forward.

[ID: Two images from Trigun and Trigun Maximum. The first is from Trigun Volume 1. Over images of trees and Badwick's father, Meryl says "But I... I just stood there and took it all in without even budging. I am such a cold person. I chose this path of blood and tears without thinking about the rest of my life. All I can see is what's right in front of me." Meryl starts to cry as she continues, "Why could I not see... that when I closed myself off to him, something was wrong? I..." She then slaps her cheeks and says "No... never mind!" The second image is from Trigun Maximum Volume 8. A single tear runs down Luida's cheek. Meryl says "Miss Luida...?" Her back turned to Meryl, Luida says "I'm sorry. I... was thinking for a moment. If something like July would happen again... it could stop Knives, but... ... I'm a terrible woman. End ID.]

Both of them also have a connection to Vash's past that gives them a different perspective on him as a person, instead of just an ally - Meryl, of course, gets brain-blasted in Volume 5 with Vash's memories (poor thing), but Luida is also more familiar with him than even a lot of the people on Ship 3, it seems - enough that she calls him out for blaming himself after the attack, clearly used to hearing this from him. She also is the one to clear up at least some of Wolfwood's confusion and uncertainty.

We also get this interesting parallel of them both watching Vash walk away to face Knives, him having rejected their offers of help. It's something that clearly saddens them both, as they watch him fight alone again and again, and wish he wouldn't. Both of them have moments where they feel they can't offer much in the way of assistance, or that their best efforts aren't enough.

[ID: Two images from Trigun and Trigun Maximum. The first is from Trigun Volume 2. Vash, his back turned, runs off into the chaos, a Plant seen above him and the city ahead, as he yells back "Get as far away from here as you can! Get to safety!" Meryl watches him from the door. In the second image, from Trigun Maximum Volume 8, a grainy flashback shows Vash's turned back as he walks away from a young Luida, who is reaching out to him. End ID.]

Of course, we the readers know this isn't true at all! Meryl and Luida do so much over the course of the story.

Interestingly, they don't start off as the ones completely in charge - Meryl works for Bernadelli even if she is in charge of her assignment, and Luida is presumably part of the Council, but the one in charge is initially Doc. But once they do take over - Luida after Doc's death, and Meryl once the world is thrown into ruins and Bernadelli no longer exists - there is a striking difference in the way they act from their predecessors.

Meryl goes from simply following Vash around to taking a self-directed and active role in assisting him however she can - looking for his old belongings and anything else of potential use, asking Marlon to repair his gun, creating a distraction with Milly, and helping the Earth Federation in the final hour with no hesitation.

Luida takes a much more active role in rallying Ship 3 to assist Vash as well. While some of this may simply have been because the stakes were raised much higher after Volume 3, Ship 3, while already a base of support for Vash, was a distant safe haven, kept largely separate from the rest of the world. Up until that point, they had provided Vash with aid, but not fought alongside him, something that clearly bothers Luida on multiple occasions. She decides to change this. She's the one who sets out to help as many of the towns ravaged by the Ark as possible. She rallies the Ship 3 residents for a rescue mission to help Vash. She's the one to step forward and attempt to bring all the leaders around to standing with Vash.

Which brings me to my last comparison point. They're both staunchly supportive of Vash, quick to come to his aid, and quick to defend his character from those who doubt his intent - Luida even sharply calls out her own people for their moment of mistrust after hearing about July. These two know and care about Vash on a more personal level than most - and as we all know, due to his avoidant tendencies, this is not an easy thing to do. Vash is frequently misinterpreted, and these two are often the ones to set the record straight.

[ID: A panel from Trigun Maximum Volume 3. Luida, sternly, says "That's a foolish question. You would know the answer just by looking at the scars on his body. If he had used his true immortality, those scars would not be there. End ID.]

In this way, much like Vash is a bridge between humans and Plants, Meryl and Luida are something of a bridge between humans and Vash.

And they're able to do this because deep down, their ideals align closely with his - they're not just supporting someone they care about; they have a similar desire to see the kind of world he fights for, and they choose to fight for it too.

But while Luida is something of a spokesperson for Vash, reaching out to humanity, it is almost as if Meryl becomes the voice of humanity reaching back, responding to him, and agreeing that not everything in the world is awful; that it is worth believing in the best in others. They need to stand together.

[ID: A panel from Trigun Maximum Volume 14. Meryl, in a spacesuit, with frank determination, says, "Because we decided to stand together. We stand with Vash the Stampede." End ID.]

Meryl is the voice of proof that some people believe in the love and peace he speaks of, and are willing to say it back to him in turn.

Updated on my masterpost - my other book club stuff can be found here!

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #458

I am finally up to Heat 10 in Hades. You know what this means?

…

...Yeah, probably not. So I'm gonna tell ya!!!

It means that I can use the Extreme Measures condition in the Pact of Punishment all the way up to Hades himself. As for what Extreme Measures does... it gives the bosses at the end of each section an enhanced set of moves that seem to do more damage, more frequently. Megaera starts fighting alongside her sisters, Alecto and Tisiphone. The Hydra gets an arena that isn't a single island, but rather, a set of small islands with magma in between, and the ability of its head to detach from its neck. Asterius gets a shiny new suit of armor and an enhanced move set, and Theseus gets a high-speed chariot, which is essentially a tank equipped with machine guns and bombs.

None of these things have done much to slow me down up until this point. However, I'm finally at a high enough heat to enhance Hades's moves, and... well...

You know the part in his first hit point bar, where he'd normally summon super elite enemies? Yeah, uh... now he summons actual mini-bosses – tougher versions of them. Versions of them that also disappear and reappear seemingly at random, making them hard to track down and defeat. His attack sequence has expanded from one spear sweeps to two. On his second hit point bar, Cerberus joins the fight for a brief moment, and Hades can heal himself. He attacks more frequently, too, and summons those green grasping urns more frequently.

...He also now has a third hit point bar. And in that one... it's basically like the second hit point bar, except he attacks even more frequently, heals even more often... and also it's dark. The visibility of the environment is significantly reduced, which means those grasping urns can really sneak up on you, and so can his exploding skulls. So... the screen is very noisy while also being obscured, which presents a significant obstacle for my executively-challenged brain. So far, I've gotten my ass handed to me spectacularly each time I've fought him like this, which has broken my streak of over 30 consecutive victories.

...It's exciting to think like I still have more learning and growing to do!! I remember when I was first starting my quest to get a victory on the first run of a fresh save. I remember getting overwhelmed by Megaera on her own, in the same way that this new Hades fight is overwhelming me now. Therefore, I know that as long as I practice, it's just a matter of time before I stop being overwhelmed, which will allow this version of Hades to fall to me, too.

...I can't wait to show you when it happens!!!

Someone came along to watch me as I played through the first run with Extreme Measures maxed out!! Like... an actual person, not just a bot or someone trying to scam me with “channel art” that they want me to pay for that doesn't actually exist. I block and report both kinds of interactions, though, with the “channel art” scammers, I usually try to give them a chance to turn around and watch the broadcast like a normal person instead of mistaking my kindness for stupidity and trying to get money out of me.

...I gotta wonder if these “channel art” scams actually work. They usually pop on, pretending to be interested in your content, and then they tell you that your channel is boring and needs more art to really “stand out from the crowd”, followed by something like, “you should look at my portfolio!” Then, presumably, if they're successful, you pay them for art, and then they take the money and disappear without actually ever giving you the art. It's very lame. And... I gotta wonder who falls for it, and if there's a way to prevent people from falling for it.

At some point today, I went out with M on both a lunch date and on a mission to get my prescriptions filled sooner than usual; if things go as expected, J and I will leave for the plane trip to Oregon, in memory of Daniel. We will fly in J's little airplane from our side of the United States all the way to the opposite side of the United States.

I'm excited and scared at the same time. On the one hand, it'll be lovely to see so many new places and to have so many opportunities to take lots of awesome photos for you~!! On the other hand, this will be a significant departure from J's usual routines, and... he gets overwhelmed in response to that a lot more easily than I do. I'll be there to help him through it, but... all the same, I think he's gonna have a hard time of it. Also... I'm gonna be away from M and from all my cats for a really long time, and... like... that's gonna be hard.

...I remember going to Washington, D.C. to meet those who have a hand in building your world, in an effort to try to save your life. J and I spent three days there, and we were both pretty frazzled by the end of it. This is gonna be a lot longer than three days, and some of it will involve us camping (don't worry – an external battery will be brought so I can still use my CPAP), so... it's not gonna be quite as comfortable as then, even. And we're gonna be away from our loved ones at home even longer.

Then... y'know. There's also the possibility that something happens in the air. The weather out in the Midwest isn't like the weather in the East Coast, where I live, and... I don't really know what to expect. J knows what he's doing, but... at the same time, we know all too well how things can seem fine until they aren't. Rest in peace, J's first airplane. Or... rest in pieces, as it were...

...At the time, it didn't seem like a big deal. But seeing the footage after the fact and realizing all the things that had to go right for us to walk away from that without at least getting grievously injured... goodness...

Still, despite the trepidation, I'm looking forward to going. I have a feeling like we're both gonna emerge from the other side of this, changed somehow. For the better, I think.

...Watch over us, okay...?

Aside from that... not much else occurred today. I tried to be emotionally supportive to several folks in my social circle today, but... I can't really know to what extent I helped them at all. Two of them are in dire situations that I can do nothing about, and another one is also having a hard time that he cannot tell me details about, which is valid and fair. At the end of the day, all I can do is try to show them that I care about them.

...Like in your world, there are a lot of arbitrary barriers between people and the things they need in order to live. I think that if these barriers didn't exist, the world would be a much gentler place overall. We as a species are more than capable of eliminating these barriers. But... we also have a whole system, built by generations and generations and generations of unresolved trauma, that tell the people in power that some kinds of humans are less deserving of life than other kinds of humans, and... a significant number of the people who aren't in power consent to being cogs in this system, because they are traumatized enough to agree.

...The reality of it is far more complicated than I've described just now. But... that's the general oversimplified gist of it. We have more than enough for everyone to have what they need. We're just trapped under the thumbs of people who need “big number go up” in order to feel safe and good about themselves, to such a horrifying extent that it's literally putting everyone else on the planet in existential crisis. I wish it would stop.

...I wish I knew what to do in order to make it stop. If there was something kind I could say or do to make them fall to their knees and weep with the realization that they never needed to be the richest or the most powerful in order to be loved and safe or to have meaningful lives. To make them fall to their knees and weep at the realization of the sheer number of people they've hurt. To make them turn around, and make a different choice.

...But the truth is, no one can make anyone do anything. We all have free will to use or to misuse. I think... all I can do is try my damnedest not to misuse mine, and hope that it inspires others to try not to misuse theirs.

Well. I suppose that's all for today. I should stop writing now and start getting my things ready for bed so that I can -actually- go to bed at 11:00pm tonight. I have work tomorrow, so I'll get to see Tr and maybe Ka, and I don't wanna be a zombie for it.

I love you so much, and I hope you're taking good care of yourself over at the Edge of Creation, or... wherever you are, really. Try to make good choices out there, Sephiroth. Try not to misuse your free will; you never wanted to be someone who hurts others. No one ever starts out wanting to be someone who hurts others; we just get tricked into thinking like doing that is the only way we can be safe or loved. We are all susceptible to the conditioning we receive as children, unless we have support to help us break free.

Stay safe. I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[safetycar-restart]

I love to bring you ideas because you just knock it out of the park every single time, and you're just so articulate and amazing about it.

So now my little brain is just whirring and I would like you to elaborate on the "Pierre needing something softer but not just saying that" idea, because I'm now wondering if it would also be situational? Like, a bad race weekend (hi Aus 23 😅) where he'd blame himself and ask for a punishment instead of reassurance. Also, would you know? Would you be able to work out what he was needing and make the decision to call him on it, or have the after-care plan in place from the get go.

Thank you so much.

-🐼

YES ABSOLUTELY WE CAN EXPAND ON IT!!!

I definitely think it would be situational, but I actually think it might be situational in the reverse way?

Firstly, you make the rule that you’ll never punish him for what he does on track. Even if he was obviously in the wrong, you won’t punish him for it. The way you treat him isn’t contingent on how well he performs, and he needs to know that you will ALWAYS love and support him, that you love him for him and not for being an F1 driver.

So while it might be an issue at first, it’s one that’s resolved reasonably quickly.

However, I think Pierre really struggles to ask for what he needs when he doesn’t have a ‘reason’ to need things to be softer? Cause when he’s had a bad race, he feels like his feels are justified and that it’s reasonable for him to ask to be treated softly.

But when he just has a bad day? Or when he just wakes up and wants something soft? He really struggles then because he feels like it’s not justified, like he doesn’t have a good enough reason to need it.

Sometimes you can pick up on it, but it’s difficult because you never want to invalidate him. You have to trust that what he’s telling you is the truth, because he has to know that you will give him what he asks for. If you go doubting him every time, then he’ll feel like you aren’t a safe space.

So it’s so difficult to work out what he really needs, because you never want to tell him that you don’t trust your words.

I do think he would safeword though. And he safewords before the intense things even happen. Maybe you start the scene by tying him, and Pierre LOVES being tied. He loves the feeling of the rope against his skin, of the way you make sure to kiss his skin before you tie it, how you always check on him, how good he feels in the rope, etc.

He doesn’t say anything as you tie him, because honestly he’s enjoying it so much. What he would really have liked is just a tying scene, you tie him and then just let him float, maybe even a soft handjob if he’s lucky.

But he didn’t say that. He said he wanted to be pushed, because he didn’t think he could ask for anything else when he had no reason to need it softer.

He safewords the moment you move on from the tying. You always pause for a moment after you’ve tied him, running your hands along his skin, letting him relax against the rope and making sure he’s comfortable before continuing.

The moment you stop and wait like that, he calls red. He doesn’t want anything else, and he’s already panicking at the thought of you pulling away to go fetch whatever else will be used this scene.

You stop instantly, stepping away at first but then quickly coming back when Pierre whines and turns to face you, trying to reach you. You grab the safety scissors, ready to cut him out the rope but he shakes his head and just presses himself to you. He doesn’t want to be untied, he wants to stay right here.

So you hold him like that, waiting for him to calm enough to tell you what’s wrong. He starts talking eventually, telling you that he really wanted a soft rope scene but that he didn’t think he could ask for that because he had no reason to mess the comfort.

Your heart just breaks for him, because he should know that he can ALWAYS ask for that comfort. You’re supposed to be his safe space.

It takes a lot of talking once Pierre it out the rope before it gets resolved.

In the end, it gets decided that you will always ask Pierre if he wants a softer scene. You end up with five questions to always ask each other before you do a scene, even when you’ve both discussed the scene extensively beforehand.

The five questions are:

1) How are you feeling physically?

2) how are you feeling emotionally?

3) do you want the scene we have planned at this exact moment?

4) do you think you’ll need anything extra for aftercare?

5) is there anything last minute you want to incorporate?

You ALWAYS ask those questions, and then he’s able to express what he really needs.

[myremains]

British metalcore titans - and one of my all time favourite bands - Architects are back. Album number 11 and what a run they’ve had recently, for me since 2014’s Lost Forever // Lost Together, I have adored every single album, I love the older stuff too but from that point on Architects were absolutely massive for me. It’s really strange because of how different every single album has been! I’m excited for this however I’m also cautious with this being the first without Sylosis leading man Josh Middleton since Holy Hell in 2018.

“Seeing Red” feels like it dropped forever ago now, and yes Sam, I am happy now. Who doesn’t love a meaty BLEGH and those deeper growls making a forceful comeback, whilst still blending in some of that newer style into it, I love the straight up in your face nature of the track it was a very unexpectedly ridiculously heavy song. “Curse” came next, and that quickly became a regular player and favourite of mine, lovely thick riff, deep gutteral growls, yet the most glorious melodic chorus encouraging you to swing your shoulders and hips in amongst the headbanging, absolutely phenomenal song. Then came “Blackhole”, which also has a fabulous breakdown towards the end, the verses are comprised very thick and deep tones with a very sweet catchy vocal melody, I’m loving how disturbingly deep and powerful the screams are. “Whiplash” is extremely aptly named because that’s exactly what I had when it was finished with me, this is one slick motherfucker, a succulent thick twangy riff, also if anyone knows when the worlds done fucking around, I’d like to know too. Once the album dropped then came the diversity, album opener “Elegy” took my favourite track spot, it tricks you by starting off very solemn and soft letting Carter flex his melodic vocal range before a switch gets flipped and chaos ensues, I don’t care how old I get I wanna be in that pit when that drop hits, retaining the melody for it's chorus which includes the albums title. Then you’ve got “Brain Dead” featuring House of Protection (ex-Fever 333 members new punk/hardcore project), really pushes a harder punk style and sound to shine through, angsty and in your face with enough sharp crashes to snap your neck to. They have Amira Elfeky join them on “Judgement Day”, it’s quite it's own vibe, the addition of female vocal harmonies and additional electronic elements giving me Motionless In White nostalgia, you can feel her Deftones comparisons taking a bit more creditably off this one (not as much as “Evil Eyes” does though, that could have gone straight on Diamond Eyes by Deftones). Not letting this whole thing end without giving props to “Landmines”, what a hidden gem that was lurking around in the middle of the album, let me groove down that thick baseline forever, it’s extremely emotive and cinematic.

I knew this album was gunna be good, I never foresaw it really didn’t think it be quite this phenomenal. I don’t see - for me - how this is going to be topped this year (although I look forward to the challenge). I am going to sell my soul to get myself to one of the few dates they’ve announced for this year.

[10/10]

[thefloatingstone]

I finished my first run! After 277 hours! Did you know the credits are 25 minutes long? Because they are.

Also in my game the final blow to the Elder Brain (because I like keeping track of that kind of thing) was the Elder Brain itself. It had 2hp left, summoned one of those "marked for destruction" or whatever things right next to itself to try and attack Tav and Astarion and I guess summoning it did slight AOE damage and it was JUST enough to kill that last 2hp it had left. GOOD JOB ASSHOLE.

I didn't choose to go off and be with the Emperor because this Tav did not take a SINGLE PARASITE the entire game (which I didn't get an achievement for which is lame) so it seemed OOC for her to just randomly change her mind about that at the end.

I'm sad The Emperor doesn't have a scene at the end party :( I was thinking you could have a line with him away from the main group or something but he simply just doesn't come which is sad. However he did send a letter and signed it with "Your Friend, The Emperor" so I will fucking take it. I plan to do an Emperor focused run with this same Tav at some point in the future.

Right now tho, I'm going to restart the game with a new character and focus on romancing Astarion because I actually missed out on a lot of his dialogue because his affinity in my run was low to "good" for the entire game and only because good near the end of act 2. So this next run I'm gonna try and warm up to him more. There are also some choices I want to do differently but idk how many I'll be able to change because I am a soft creature who gets too upset about being mean to video game characters 😭 it makes me feel bad and upsets me too much.

And of course I plan to do a Durge run as well. And because I dislike being mean to video game characters I'll try playing a good Durge character and make it a Total Recall situation for angst reasons because that sounds fun.

I am a little sad the main story is over, I won't lie. It is a little sad. But I like that even the ending encourages you to play again. And my ADHD ass brain can continue milking the dopamine from the game until I exhaust it. Of course I'll have no idea what to do with myself after that which is a little depressing and sad to think about. But I'm trying to do what that one tumblr post said about "No borrowing future grief". Because I am not even remotely ready to say goodbye to any of these characters yet and like have them just.. ... not be there any more because "The game is over".

Except Jaheira. Fuck Jaheira. All my homies hate Jaheira.

I'm off to face the Elder Brain this weekend and I am not happy about approaching the end of this game 😭 Yes I am planning to restart it right away with a new character. Yes I still have the entire Durge playthrough to do. Yes I'm going to do a perfect Emperor run at some point. But Mass Effect has done such irreparable trauma to me with "game endings" that I'm sitting here in DREAD just anticipating the depression and sadness once I "finish" this game.

[queenofanime]

Deadly Sins (Sinbad x Reader)

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"Your father would be disappointed". 

The man before you stopped dead in his tracks. Body stiffening and eyes widening from the audacity he had just heard. 

By now, Sinbad's golden hues were filled with hate, anger boiling up quickly. How could you, Y/n, his soulmate, who he supposably loves, say such a thing? 

Outside, the night was dark, with the moon barley making an appereance. Many clouds blocking the few stars that radiated some sort of light. The wind made itself present with the ruffuling of the trees. Despite the cold weather, you felt hot, Sinbad's eyes piercing through your soul. And while the look on the man, you thought you knew, was slowly killing you, you didn't regret a single word.

You knew Sinbad since he was just a 16 year old dork, who told stories about his adventures in the colosseum, in the most cheesy way possible you may add. You knew him as the guy who was thrown off a cliff naked, alongside Ja’Far and Mystras. You did not know, however, the guy who sacrificed Serendine so he could get Zepar, nor did you know the man standing in front of you. ‘Cause he was not your Sinbad. 

Lost in your train of thought, you did not notice the man walking towards you and closing the distance gap. Only when he leaned in and your skin felt his breath, did you realize of the dangerous situation you had gotten yourself into. 

“I dare you to say that again”. 

Just as you had anticipated, his voice was harsh and low, sending shivers down your spine. You did not waver though…because you meant every single thing. 

“I know you Sinbad. I damn well know who I fell for and you are not that person. I know your father was kind and simple and I sure as hell know your mother didn’t raise you to be a manipulative bitch! So yeah, both would be disappointed”.

Sinbad scowl just deepened but it soon turned to a laughing fit, a psychotic laughing fit. You could only watch and swallow hard for this being the first time you ever witness said reaction. Sinbad would have never thrown his hand at you or hurt you in any way, now you weren’t so sure. 

His laughter soon ceased to exist. 

“I created an utopia! I’ve made the world’s economy grow! I hAVe cReaTED PEACE! I’VE Made tHe WORLD A BETTER PLACE! And YOU DarE—But at what cost?!”

Your sudden outburst took the formerly known King of Sindria by surprise. You always did know how to go toe-to-toe with him. 

“At what cost?” You ask again. And while you don’t notice it, Sinbad sees the tears running down your face hysterically. “You lied to your friends and used them as pawns, you attacked the Kou, manipulated Aladdin, Ali Baba, Kougyoku, and countless others. Yamato Takeruhiko, Ren Hakuryuu, and Nerva Julius are in a wanted list?! Look around you, there’s nothing left.” By now, your crying your eyes out and you hated yourself for it. Allowing someone to see you in this vulnerable state was despiteful. Taking a small breath, you decided to appeal to the logical side of your brain. “You’ve abandoned the people you swore to protect, and yes, you created an utopia, but when things are too good to be true…is because they are.” 

Your mother always told you to keep your chin high and you were not gonna disappoint her now. With redden eyes you looked up at the man who had broken your heart.A small part of you wished that he would reflect on what you’ve said, but it was wishful naive thinking. Sinbad’s eyes were void of emotion.

With shaky breaths you continued. “But above all the horrible things you’ve done, I never thought you would do the thing I feared the most.” “Yeah, and what is that?” 

You looked at Sinbad one last time while you backed away towards the door. 

“You stopped loving me.” 

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Treasure Planet AU (part 1?)

Pairing: Anakin x reader

Request: A treasure planet AU where Anakin is a cute sexy space pirate! The reader has stolen the map to treasure planet and Captain Dooku knows it, in fleeing his men the reader runs into Anakin and joins his crew in order to save herself.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: So I’m really feeling making this into a multi-part story and covering basically the plot of treasure planet but make it star wars so let me know what you guys think and if you want to see more!

 His posture never once slumped.

That was what struck you over the last hour of this interrogation.

No matter how long it dragged on, how many times he had to ask you the same question, “where is the map”, his posture never changed from it’s rigid upright position, his tone never falling into frustration or contempt.

Just the same man standing in the same position asking the same question for an hour. There was something almost admirable in that.

You, however, have been through a plethora of positions.

You started standing, leaning back against the beam you had been tied to below deck of his ship but it didn’t take long before you had sat down, slumped back against the beam. You answers ranged to anything from complete silence to a colorful verity of answers: “oooo I left it at home” “are you absolutely sure you don’t have it” “not sure but I can tell you where you can stick it when you find it”, none of them remotely helpful.

The plan had been to sneak out as soon as he left you alone, afterall the ship was preparing for takeoff surely he as the captain was needed somewhere, but as it became clear you that he wasn’t leaving you decided to get comfortable, untying your wrists anyways since he couldn’t see them and keeping your arms tucked behind your back, you didn’t need the rope burn.

“Where is the-“

He started the same script again and you felt like your head was going to explode with boredom, desperate for anything other than that same question.

“Look Dooku-“

“Captain” he interrupted you and your brain almost lagged in response, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise, it was the first word he had spoken to you that wasn’t “where”, “is”, “the” and “map”.

“Captain Dooku” you corrected yourself happily, sending a small nod his way trying to convey it as the favor to him that it really was “I get the feeling you could do this all day, and I’m saying that we don’t need to because I don’t know what map you’re talking about”

“You and I both know there’s only one person who could have gotten into that vault to clean it out” he answers simply, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he looked down at you.

“Well captain I’m flattered” you pushed a humorless chuckle over your voice, trying to convey an ease you certainly didn’t feel after being below deck tied to a pole for this long “but you and I both know Organa’s vault is impenetrable, whoever broke into that vault has a skill that far surpasses my own”

A silence hung in the air for a brief moment, Dooku looking down at you as just the corners of his mouth started to perk up, you catching your own mistake just moments before he pointed it out to you. “I never said who’s vault it was”

A thousand excuses jumped to your lips but you forced them all down, he had caught you in your lie, plain and simple, nothing to do but own it. “I already sold the map, you want it you’re going to have to track down my buyer”

A single eyebrow raised in your direction, Dooku catching the lie easily for exactly what it was, but a knock on the door interrupted the two of you before he could do anything about it.

Dooku tilted his head in it’s direction more on instinct than anything, no one came through it and he didn’t bother to say anything to the person on the other side, instead turning his attention back to you.

“You have one more chance to tell me where the map before I send in Ventress Ms.Y/L/N” He continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “and we’ll just she’s a woman who specializes in enhanced interrogation”

His hands went behind his back as he threatened you, staring down at you, simply waiting patiently for an answer he was so sure he was going to get. One way or another.

You stared back, mouth clamped shut, eyes never once straying from his in defiance.

“So be it” he shrugged, turning sharply on the spot and exiting through the door.

You were on your feet the moment you heard the lock latch into place, a satisfying pop coming from your shoulder as you stretched it, not happy that you had held it in such an uncomfortable position for so long, pretending to still be tied to the post.

Rope to hold your wrists together, a simple deadbolt to keep you below deck, really you would be insulted if you hadn’t wanted to escape so badly.

A simple pin from your hair and two minutes later the lock was picked and you had slipped through the door before anyone was the wiser.

The deck above was in absolute chaos, a few dozen crew members frantically dashing back and forth to tie down sails, clean up messes, and load the ship with ammo and food, a perfect environment to sneak through.

Head up, shoulders back and you forced yourself into the crowd, matching your pace to those around you as best you could, even going so far as to grab at some ropes nearby and tug at their knots, cementing yourself as one of the crew.

The moment you stopped as you worked with the knots gave you a minute to scan the deck, eyeing the gangplank easily. People rushed up and down it regularly, toting large cargo containers up it onto the ship so it shouldn’t be too hard to blend in there on the way down. All you had to do was make a break for it once you hit the dock, worst came to worst you could beat any of them in a race.

One final tug on the rope and you made your way towards the plank, feet away from freedom when an unexpected hand clapped down on your shoulder.

Before you could think to stop instinct took over, your hand coming up to cover the man’s on your shoulder, twisting under his arm and standing back up straight, holding his now twisted arm in a very uncomfortable position.

“What the-“ the man called out beneath your grasp and it was only then that it occurred to you that he hadn’t reached out to you maliciously, he simply wanted your help.

Dropping his hand letting the man now sitting on the deck cradle it you looked around at the rest of the crew to see that everyone had stopped to stare at you. Whispers broke out amongst the crew, you could hear your name reverberate around the ship.

Then an all too familiar one boomed from up above “somebody grab her”

At the sound of their captains voice the crew sprang into action but they were all too slow, you had already broke into a sprint for the side railing of the ship.

Ducking your shoulder down you pushed a few of them aside with ease, never letting anyone get a hand on you before you reached the railing, your feet effortlessly vaulting it as you leapt from the side of the ship.

There was an uproar from behind you as you made for the dock, weightless for but a moment before you felt the stone below kiss the bottom of your toes. Instinctively you curled in, effortlessly tucking into a roll as soon as you hit the ground, not losing any momentum as you sprung back up to your feet and broke into a sprint down the dock.

You heard the crash of cargo boxes being dropped behind you but didn’t bother to look, instead sprinting down the docks, effortlessly weaving in and out of various crew members as they loaded their ships, until you hit a pocket.

Three ships all packed too close together all trying to load them at once, it was a mess. There were far too many people to try and run through and you could already feel yourself trying to push down the rising panic.

You knew how to do this.

This amount of people would just slow you down and give away your position easily, not to mention someone was bound to get hurt if you just go barreling into the crowd. What you needed to do was hide, the question was where.

There were plenty of cargo boxes large enough to fit you but they were no doubt already filled with supplies, not to mention that in hiding in them you were bound to end up on some random ship.

That was when you spotted him.

He was leaned against the railing on the waters edge, simply watching the chaos before him unfold as people carried boxes up and down the plank next to him, arms crossed comfortably over his chest.

And you knew what you had to do, afterall people tended not to scrutinize that which made them uncomfortable.

Before you could talk yourself out of it you ran up to the stranger, throwing your arms around his neck with no warning.

His eyes widened as he looked down at you, instinct pulling himself away from you though the railing and your arms stopped him from retreating too far.

You saw the first of Dooku’s crew reach the edge of the crowd, their eyes scanning it desperately for any sign of you.

“I’m so sorry” You whispered to the stranger.

And that was all the warning you gave him before crashing your lips into his.

-

The stranger to his credit only hesitated for a moment, a brief shock seizing his body before his hands came up to your waist, softly pulling you deeper into him, playing along beautifully as he kissed you back.

And truthfully you weren’t expecting that. You were prepared for an awkward crash, a moment frozen with your faces pressed together before you could run off, before he could say anything.

Instead what you got was almost soft, almost natural, as if it were something he wanted instead of something you had forced upon him.

And because of that you found that you had to force yourself to pull your focus off of him and back to the task at hand. You pulled your arms slowly from around his neck, hands coming to either side of his face as you pulled back, holding his head close to you as you did, your gaze breaking to peer over your shoulder just catching the back side of Dooku’s men as they rushed further down the dock, ignoring the piercing blue eyes that stared at you from mere inches away, ignoring the large hand that rubbed soft slow circles into your hip from its position on your waist.

Focus, task at hand.

You let go of his face, practically pushing him back from you as you returned your gaze to his, finding yourself uncomfortably breathless beneath it.

“Sorry I-um” you stuttered, and since when were you one to stutter.

You started breaking from him, ready to make your way back down the dock when his hand shot out to grab your arm, his reflexes much faster than you would have thought.

“Look I didn’t mean-“ You started to defend yourself, already somewhat prepared for the argument that was to ensue though pausing when you followed his gaze, eyes pointed back at where Dooku’s men had been as he held you in place before him.

“You’re hiding from Dooku” it wasn’t a question, but the words caught you by surprise, your next words stumbling out of your mouth before you could think better of it.

“You know who Dooku is?”

His gaze broke back down you, his grip never once easing up as a smug smile broke across his face “better yet I know who you are”

You felt the panic start to rise up in your throat, an involuntary jerk of your arm as you tried in vain to break free from his grasp.

“You see rumor has it Dooku found the map” he put emphasis on the ‘the’ making sure you knew that this wasn’t just any map he was talking about, “and I’m willing to bet he didn’t steal that himself”

“You calling me a thief?” you challenged with a raised chin, the man only raising an eyebrow in response as if to say ‘if the shoe fits’.

“Look” the man changed tones, going for a more diplomatic tone of voice as he made a show of letting go of your arm, his arms coming up to cross over his chest “I’m not going to do anything, try and take the map from you or anything, I’m just saying you’re going to need a ship to get you to that planet”

“Who’s to say I’m even going?” you challenged, crossing your own arms over your chest in response “maybe I plan to sell the map”

He chuckled at this, leaning back against the railing casually as he did so “you expect me to believe you plan to give up an entire planets worth of treasure for a one time payment from the highest bidder?”

Well when he put it like that….

“Give me and the crew 50% of whatever we find and we’ll take you out there, you can keep the map and everything”

Your eyes instinctively broke back to where Dooku’s men had been, it was only a matter of time before they came back through. And he was right, you needed a ship to get you to the planet and there weren’t many captains you could pay on the promise of maybe finding treasure.

“40%” You countered.

The man sighed, shoulders slumping slightly as if he were disappointed in your answer though the hint of a smile still played on his face, he’d just bought himself access to that map and he knew it.

“60”

You bit your lip, eyes paranoidly going back to that same spot Dooku’s men were bound to show up “fine, 50”

A grin broke out on the man’s face, his arm coming forward and you were ready to shake his hand but instead it wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as he laughed before yelling up to the ship before him.

“Rex we’ve got ourselves another galley worker”

“Galley worker?” you demanded, pushing yourself away from his embrace just as a man wearing a first mates hat poked his head over the side of the ship.

“Excellent news captain skywalker” the man called back down, “I’ll talk to cook”

“I’m not working in the galley” you told him, crossing your arms defensively before you “I’m financing this voyage”

“Not yet you aren’t princess” He smirked down at you before making his way towards the plank “now grab the map from wherever you stashed it and get on board I want out of here as soon as possible”

You sighed as you watched the man walk aboard, eyes making one last look around the square before you sighed to yourself “yeah you and me both”

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𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Mark Hoffman x F!Reader

requested by: @ghoul-lily​

wordcount: 1.9k words

warnings: smut, phone sex, rough language, masturbation, slight power dynamics

For the hundredth time in the last hour, you toss and turn in bed. Although it was late in the night for you, it wasn’t for your boyfriend. He was still working tirelessly in the office and that irked you. You weren’t trying to be selfish, but you needed him. Badly.

Mark Hoffman was a senior Detective Lieutenant at the Metropolitan Police Department. Between tracking down Jigsaw’s next move and being out on the field, he had little time to spare. Somehow Mark would squeeze time in his busy schedule to see you.

That entailed either a quickie in his office or waking up very early in the morning to his hot body pressed against your own. However, it had been too long since you even heard the sultry man’s voice. The thought alone made you insatiably wet.

Biting your lip, you battle with yourself mentally. Mark was only a phone call away. Due to the time of day, or night rather, there should be no one in the office you would be disturbing by calling the Detective.

When you rub your thighs together you make your decision. If you don’t get some kind of relief courtesy of Mark you will never fall asleep.

Reaching over to your bedside table you open your flip phone. With a single press of a button, you call Mark. Of course, you had him on speed dial. In your defense, he practically forced you to do it.

Mark had a strong protectiveness over you that at times, was overwhelming with how much it consumed you. It should have made you run for the hills, but it only reinforced that he craved you as much as you did him.

After only two rings your call is picked up, “Detective Hoffman.” A smile spreads across your lips at just the taste of his voice. “Are you busy Detective? It’s urgent.” Your words on a normal day would cause alarm, but the soft low tone of your voice exposed the kind of state you were on.

Mark didn’t even have to ask who it was. Every aspect of you was so engrained in his brain he could pick you in a lineup blindfolded by just touching your hand. “Is it now? What’s wrong baby?” The endearing nickname always made goosebumps spread across your skin.

Gnawing on your lip you hesitate for a moment. When your silent Mark purrs out your name in a low whisper. Well, you got this far, no turning back now. “I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I think about you. I ache for you, Mark.”

Despite your courage, a warm flush covers your voice. Mark preferred when you didn’t talk in circles about what you wanted. He was a brash man, some would say rude, but that’s how he stayed on the top of the food chain. Mark didn’t have time for games. If only you knew the irony of that thought.

On the other end, you can hear the creak of Mark’s leather chair. Imagines of how he must look all disheveled from a long day in his suit spurs your libido on. As if he was having the same thoughts Mark asks, “What are you wearing?”

The cliché comment would have made you laugh if you weren’t so turned on. You run a hand along your bare thigh. “Only one of your shirts and those lacy red panties.” They were his favorite pare. Mark always said you were a “vision in red”.

“You’re trying to tempt me, aren’t you? All dressed up for me even when I’m not home.” The low rasp of his voice displayed Mark’s own desire.

It takes too much concentration to keep the phone to your ear. Your hand trembled with anticipation at Mark’s every last word. “I can’t help it. You’re all I think about.” It was the truth. Somehow Mark Hoffman had managed to possess your whole being. If he told you to jump you would ask “how high?” and he took advantage of that at every turn.

There’s a calculative pause, “Have you touched yourself?” You tried but failed miserably. Mark had ruined any type of sexual experience that didn’t include him. “I-I tried, but it’s not the same without you.” You could practically hear the cocky smirk that spreads his plush lips.

Just the thought of those lips sliding across your skin makes you shudder. “Can you help me… over the phone I mean.” The two of you never had phone sex before, but you were so desperate you would take anything you could get. For a moment you think you asked for too much. Mark was at work for fuck’s sake, but that never stopped you before.

“I want you to rub your clit under your pretty panties.” Excitement flows through you. You were all too eager to oblige. Quickly putting the phone on speaker, you almost throw it on the pillow next to you. With your newly freed hand, you do just as he demanded.

“Press harder. Imagine it’s my fingers sliding against your wet cunt.” The vulgarity of his words only increases your pleasure. Moaning, you lay your head back and close your eyes. Hearing Mark’s voice made the fantasy feel so real. “Tell me what you were thinking about.” His authoritative tone saved for the field and rough nights in your shared bedroom left no room for argument.

As you speak, sharp breaths and moans break up your sentence, “I-I was thi-thinking about going over the-there and having you fu-ck, oh God, me on your desk.” A noise that can only be described as a growl tickles your ear. “You like when I bend you over like a bitch in heat don’t you?”

You cry out a confirming “yes” as the pressure of your touch and his words build your pleasure. You stroke yourself in hard fast circles; just the way Mark did when he was preparing you for his thick cock. No matter how many times you had sex, he still managed to stretch you incredibly.

“Last time I fucked you in my office your tight cunt squeezed me in a vice. My little slut loves to try and get me in trouble.” Your response is a breathy moan. Something about such a dirty nickname set your body on fire. Mark fueled your insatiable lust.

It was a power move for him. Mark gave you just enough of himself to make you crave him, but not enough to ever fully satisfy your hunger. He would ensure sure you always needed him and relied on him.

When you let out a high-pitched whimper a dark chuckle follows soon after. “Oh, you are such a slut.” You clutch around nothing, the emptiness frustrating you. Almost like he could read your mind Mark commands, “Fuck yourself on two of your fingers. Nice and slow, let me hear you.”

Bringing the phone closer you let your fingers slide down your cleft before sinking the two digits inside. Although they weren’t nearly as thick as Mark’s your imagination convinced you as much. “Feel how soft and tight you are? Imagine my hard cock buried deep inside you.”

You let out a flustered moan. “God! I can practically feel you.” Your walls trembled around your ministrations. The image of Mark caging you underneath him, fucking into you with reckless abandon alone could have made you come.

For a moment it almost felt like too much. The torture of having Mark with you, but not physically was killing you. Incoherent noises spill from your lips as you’re met with the sound of Mark’s heavy breaths. “Put a third finger in and pump hard and fast. Take it all like the good slut you are.”

The additional stretch would have hurt if your core wasn’t so slick. Mark had a way of making you melt into a puddle. With that in mind, you still cry out at the full sensation. A light mix of pain and pleasure; aka what Mark strove for.

“Do you want to come?”

“Y-Yes! Please, Mark-“

“What the fuck did you call me?” The gruffness in his voice makes you swallow thickly. Your desperate need to climax made you forget Mark’s preferred name during heated moments like these. “Please daddy. I ne-need it.”

Squelching noises emanated from your wet core. The speed you fucked yourself at was almost punishing. Beads of sweat rolled down your temple; every part of your body was on fire. The only thing that stood between you from reaching your orgasm were four little words.

“Come for me, baby.” With that simple command, you cry out in ecstasy. Your hips buck onto your fingers while you try to ride out your pleasure. Mark continued to praise you in his low, husky voice. Pushing your head back into the pillow you let yourself collapse into the mattress.

Heavy breaths are sent on either side of the connection. How Mark had the restraint to not touch himself baffled you. Your positive that his hard cock was straining against his slacks at this exact moment. What was in store for you later tantalized you even through your post-orgasmic haze.

You finally manage to clear your throat to find your words. “Thank you, Mark. Sorry I interrupted your work. I missed you.” You almost cringed at how needy you sounded.

You can hear Mark shuffle with the fabric of his clothes. He was most liking trying to make himself semi-presentable again. God the amount of money you would pay to get even a glance of him. “I told you if you needed anything to call me. Day or night.” Mark’s voice takes on a teasing note, “That includes sexual frustration.”

Mark did say that, and it only made you fall even deeper for him. Never did a person make you feel so important and wanted. People could say what they wanted about the Detective because at the end of the day he took great care of you despite his limited time.

“Thank you still. An orgasm is a great sleeping remedy. You never leave me deprived that’s for sure.” You smile at the memories of all the times Mark took time out of his day to interact with you. Especially the one that started this call in the first place. Office desk sex was your guiltiest pleasure.

“Be a good girl and go to bed.” You unconsciously agree with him when you yawn. “Goodnight Mark.” At that you end the call promptly, not wanting to distract him further.

Although you didn’t exchange “I love you”, actions spoke louder than words. In your heart you knew Mark would do anything for you; kill for you even. The extent of which was more sincere than just a declaration of loyalty.

Satiated in your orgasm and much-needed attention from your boyfriend Mark you snuggle back into bed. Not long after you fall into blissful sleep.

In the morning you were roused from your slumber by rough hands gliding across your body and something hard pressing against your back. Mark Hoffman had you not only wrapped but entwined around his finger.

Any and all interactions are greatly appreciated.

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Random Headcanon Round 3!

I hate writing long post on my phone ahhh. My laptop charger broke, and I'm pissed to cost $90 to get a new one! This again was way longer then I thought it would be. Enjoy! 😁

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Anyways no one can convince that the House of Lamentation isn't a, 'No shoes inside household'. But now the question is what do the brothers wear when they are home?

Lucifer

He's a slipper man. Never walks around the house is just socks. He wants to maintain his formal appearance, even when at home.

The pair he uses are very sharp; at first glance you'd think he was still wearing dress shoes.

He might be home, but he's still working. He needs to be ready if he has to host a meeting. Plus hard soles makes it easier to case after his idiotic brothers.

As soon as he gets through the front door slipper mode actived. He keeps them in his school bag (so Mammon can't steal them...) once he's swaped shoes he carries his outdoor shoes to his room.

Mammon

Socks and/or bare foot.

Mostly bare foot because it makes it easier to sneak and run once he's caught.

Though when he wears socks they're either plan black sock that cost too much money. Or expensive graphic print socks with drinks, casino chips, or brand logos on them.

He definitely forgets to take his shoes off alot. Mostly because his brain is focused on devising a new project. Normally results in Lucifer yelling at him and making him cleaning the halls where he tracked his dirty shoes through.

Other times he just kicks off his shoes.

Like literally kicks them. They land where they land.

Yes, this is why he and by extention Mc are late to school every. single. day.

He's definitely broken a vase by doing this and gotten strung up by Lucifer.

If Mc hates being late, they'll collect his shoes and leave them by the door with theirs. Or make a game out of it, and see if Mammon can kick the shoes into thier hands.

This only resulted in a black eye once... and a bust lip the second time...

Levi

Socks boy all the way!

He normally wears patterned socks of his anime darlings. Mostly Ruri-chan, of course.

He has the best sock game out of all his brothers. Though they're normies and just don't get it! All his socks are so colorful and cute!

He'll wear his socks one of two ways. One, they'll surprisingly match his outfit extremely well. (Why does the color coordination go so hard!) Or they'll be a signal of which anime or video game he'll be binging for the day.

He also takes his shoes off at the door and carries them to his room. He used to leave them by the door till one day Mammon stole them to sell them.

Satan

Socks and slippers. Why? Because he's extra and thinks it's a fully look.

His slippers are very old fashion. A pair of open back tan slippers, with fuzzy cream color inside. Definitely something you'd see a 80 year old grandpa wear, but don't tell him that.

He likes wearing slippers because it makes him feel extra sophisticated as he reads in front of the fireplace in the library.

His socks however are the completely different story. He never wears matching socks, and they clash so badly. The patterns will be a green and white stripe sock on one foot, and an orange chibi cats sock on the other.

It annoys Lucifer and Asmo, especially since Satan will cuff his pants to fully show off his socks of choice for the day.

Asmo is more annoyed than Lucifer; he just thinks is unprofessional. But Asmo sees it as a fashion crime. He knows you have the matching sock! He's seen the pair together when washing! He matches him for you! At least coordinate the miss matched pairs!

He leaves is RAD shoes and causal shoes at the front door. Mammon is greedy, but doesn't have a death wish.

Someone (surprisingly not Mammon though he got blamed for it) tried to prank him one day by hiding his shoes to make him late. Never again. No one wants to deal with a Satan tantrum. Big mistake.

Asmo

Socks in the Spring and Summer. Fuzzy socks in the Fall. Socks and Slippers in the Winter. The man has a system.

Doesn't matter if he's wearing socks, slippers or both, they always match his outfit, perfectly.

His man has to many slippers. A huge section of his walk in closet is just various slippers.

Scine his slipper and socks need to match his outfit of the day, the style/design ranges from super cute to high fashion.

He never leaves his shoes by the front door, unless he wants Mammom to sell them. It's an unspoken system, so he can help put his big brother.

Plus he can whine to Lucifer about his stuff getting stolen. Which leads to Lucifer making Mammon go shopping with him as "punishment".

(Why can't these boys just hangout and bond like normal people, idk but the system works!)

Beel

Sports slides, like a true jock.

Yes, this is why Mc always catches Beel during his fridge raids. (Hmm the sound of flip flopping on tile floor? Must be Beel!)

The slides are his Fangol team colors. He got them as a gift from Mammon when he first joined the team.

He also keeps his shoes in his RAD bag so he doesn't have to walk back and forth between the front door and bedroom on days he has to carry his comatose twin home. Plus they're quick and easy to put on and off when your arms are filled with the Avatar of Sloth.

Scine he's the only one who wear open toe shoes Asmo well paint his nails for him to match his finger nails!

If Beel is works out he'll put on those sports socks with the grip bottoms so he won't slip on the work out mats.

Belphie

Fuzzy socks king!

Well he is once he walks up from his from his afternoon nap and angrily kicks off his school socks. He hates to feeling of formal socks, this is one of the many reasons he looks so grumpy throughout the day.

His sock collection is by far the softest out of anyone in Devildom. It feels like you're walking on clouds.

All his socks are either blue, purple, or cow print, nothing else.

Scine Beel normally carries Belphie home even if he's not asleep. Beel takes his shoes off in their room. If Beel can't take Belphie home then good luck finding his shoes. Belphie will drop them anywhere in his half asleep daze. He never remembers to pick them up when he wakes up. They're only found when someone trip over them.

Mc

(This is based off my self interest mc. Please tell me what your mc would do!)

On Mc's first day in Devildom after Levi realizes Mc still has their dirty shoes on in thier room, they get gifted a pair of slippers from the boys.

Amso picked them out to much the covers of Mc's bedsheets scine they didn't know Mc's style yet.

Mc wears them mostly in the Winter. The floor get surprisingly cold in the house.

When its not cold though Mc is a bare foot person right along side Mammon. It's easier to run! Which they need to do alot with Mammon being thier first man and partner in crime.

And yes Amso also paints thier nails once they get closer.

Eventually Mc joins team fuzzy socks after seeing how soft Belphie's socks are. And proceeds to steal his, much to Belphie's annoyance.

No fuzzy socks on prank days! The Anti-Lucifer League learned that the hard way...

Sure Mc didn't get lectured but having to nurse a knot the size of their fist for the next week was not fun.

[emonaculate]

Streamer!Eren headcanons

❥ AU: Modern!AU

❥ Genre: Fluff

❥ Rating: Anyone can read

❥ Pairings: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader

❥ Author Note: Ive been having the biggest brain rot about streamer!eren cause i just feel in my bones, it would be perfect for him so here are some head canons.

inspired by @sleepysnk

Eren would play any game that peaks his interest, but gets the most views when he plays any horror game, minecraft, or among us.

Its mainly due to how serious he gets when he rages over losing/dying or getting a jump scare.

"SON OF A BITCH! WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT ZOMBIE EVEN COME FROM?"

"Eren babe, not so loud."

"Sorry beautiful."

There are tons of video compilations dedicated to you walking in to shush him

His fans ADORE you

Most of them are baffled that Eren is in an interracial relationship but quickly grow used it after seeing your interactions

He often answers questions surrounding your relationship without invading what you want to keep private.

He would 100% let you sit in his lap whilst streaming

His views always rise when you are there, people just like seeing the adorable banter and romance

Everyone can tell how much he loves you

Literally he will visibly soften whenever you enter his line of view

Demands kisses whenever you enter or leave his "office"

If you ever miss a kiss, he will take a break from his stream and track you down

Plays with Jean, Connie, and Armin often

Plays with you too and gets super overprotective if anyone kills you in a game.

Once the entire gang played Among Us together and Eren went completely batshit after finding out Reiner and Bertholdt were the imposters that killed you.

The next round he is the imposter.

"And I took that personally."

He's oddly the scariest imposter.

For some reason, he becomes rational but manages to hide it well behind his usual hotheadness.

Still would never kill you tho <3

He would completely obliterate you in minecraft however

"eren stop I only have one heart left. you play too much."

"you didnt seem to mind playing when you hit me into lava... I lost all my fucking diamonds so you know what they say... hasta la vista baby"

Sucks at building but sucks at mining as well

usually fights mobs all night to stack up xp

says he's training to fight the dragon

swears he'll slay all creepers

deathly afraid of endermans

when they pop up, his screams are girly and loud

"HOLY SHIT. NO NO NO RUN YOU DAMN MIDGET! FUCKING MOVE!"

when he isn't fighting, he'll gather flowers for you and constantly leave them in places for you to find around your house

"Thanks for the flowers baby, yellow is still my favorite."

"I know princess."

he also puts gifts in your chests even though he sucks at mining, because you deserve the best.

Eren is pretty perverted and though he doesnt look at his stream chat often, whenever he sees any comments about your body or how lucky he is, all he does is grin knowingly and mumble "all mine."

HATES whenever people make it a big deal that you're black

addresses it once and swears if shit starts up again, he'll leave forever and never come back despite streaming being something he loves

will never tolerate racism or hearing stereotypes toward you EVER, even if its unintentional, pops off ever mfing time.

"Whether or not that's her real hair, it doesn't fucking concern you. Stop asking when you clearly look like you have uneven extensions, Brittany. Mind your fucking business."

"Baby chill, maybe she was just asking a honest questions."

"Nah fuck that. I don't give a damn, don't worry about whats in my baby's head."

You know those social media stars, who turn the cheek and allow people to say rude and hateful shit?

Yeah thats not Eren, he will always clap back harder and its beyond disrespectful.

"How are you gonna tell me to kill myself, when your bio literally says fly high mom? You must want me to pay her a visit or something."

"I'm too short? Well I think my height is just fine compared to your brother who seems to be just below six feet."

He has been cancelled TOO many times

its always for stupid shit

for being able to speak Japanese despite being a white man

for thinking pineapple on pizza is good

for liking Pepsi over coke

for pouring his milk in before his cereal

His COD lobby trash talk; while he doesn't say slurs or racist remarks, its too damn vulgar. He was built for that lobby 😭😭

His trash talking is elite and most times you can hear the person he is shit talking on the verge of crying. Its so fucking brutal.

In the same breath, he turn around and ask for kisses from you, as if he didn't make someone rethink being born.

That side only pops out when he is extremely pissed and he tries to avoid ever getting that mad because he knows words can hurt.

AN ADVOCATE FOR THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY

Gets super confused whenever someone asks what his thoughts on the community are.

"Love who you want, why the fuck should I worry about what some else gets off to?"

"If dicks makes you hard, cool. If pussy get you off, me too, lets be friends. Sexuality shouldn't matter people, grow tf up."

Donates a huge sum of the money he earns to different causes such as: cleaning up the polluted ocean charities, Black lives matter, protect Asian lives, and feed the hungry.

Basically he's caring and just wants to help despite his impulsive personality.

Once a month, he visits orphanages to talk to the kids, no camera no video nothing just to hang with the kids.

The only way his followers find out is because others posting about it.

Overall, Eren is in love with what he does and you, but if he had to pick, he'd choose you every single day over and over again <3

[raggaraddy]

Intruders.

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: Another long one. This one doesn't have so much of the worried reaction, cause I wrote it to fit the Mafia! Jungkook character. It's still fun though ^-^ Thanks again for the request. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin

Taehyung

Summary: When a loose end breaks into Jungkooks house with guns drawn, you get a first-hand lesson that maybe Jungkook isn't as invulnerable as you had thought.

Trigger Warnings: Graphic violence, gun usage, blood, murder.

Jungkook

Mafia! Jungkook

Fighting to get free, you're kicking your legs. Squirming. Squealing as you shove your hands against Jungkook's chest, pushing him back as hard as you can. Tears starting to fill your eye line.

"Stop, stop, stop," you shout, with no effect. Struggling harder.

"Admit it!" He yells back, a smile on his face.

"Never," You scream. Not able to hold it back anymore. Your screech morphs into forceful laughter as Jungkook continues to tickle you. Your cheeks aching from how widely you're smiling. Your sides hurting as you keep thrashing for release.

"Admit I could beat up the Hulk, and I'll let you go." He insists again, pressing you down with a massive grin.

"Okay, okay!" You squeal, finally conceding. Groaning in relief, when his fingers stop tickling your stomach. Your limbs dropping down to rest. "You could totally kick the Hulk's ass." You chuckle, rolling your eyes.

"Damn right I could!" He bursts into laughter also. Easing back with a sigh now that he no longer has to hold you still. Neither of you phased by the movie that started the debate still blaring in the background.

Roughly you punch your fist into his chest, intentionally knocking the air out of him. Taking advantage while he is caught off guard to push him flat onto the carpet beside you. Straddling his lap, you lean over him pinning his arms to the floor before he has a chance to argue. Not that you think he would. The fun-filled smile doesn't leave his face for a moment. Completely amused by you, while you try your best to put on an intimidating act. Trying to stop yourself from smiling again.

"Jeon Jungkook. You cheated." You playfully scold, "And if you can't have a grown-up discussion, then you can't do other grown-up things either." You accentuate your point by grinding down. Feeling his hips push up as you tease him. Lifting up right away, shaking your head as you remove the contact. "Nah uh. Cheaters don't get that." You smirk.

"Don't be mean just cause I won." He runs his tongue inside his cheek. His gaze showing desire and a want for you to continue. But you're not done toying with him.

"You didn't win." You poke your tongue out, rocking your hips a single time more, "Confessions under duress are not admissible anyway."

"No, but it's good leverage to have." He answers a little too honestly and without thinking. Not entirely talking about your play fight anymore.

Chuckling awkwardly, you shake off the train of thought that wants to evaluate what he just said. Not wanting to let your mind remember that part of him right now. Trying instead, to return to your spirited banter. But he gets in before you.

"Nope," He easily breaks out and overpowers your hold wrapping his arm around your waist, carrying you as he stands up. "you admitted I'm stronger than the Hulk, and I'm never gonna let that go." Bending down, he throws you over his shoulder, slapping your ass to tease you back.

His shoulder digging into your gut stops you from taking a full breath or making a snippy comeback. So you slap his ass in retaliation instead.

"Come on Kitten, you have to give me a prize for winning." He purs suggestively, carrying you out of the living room into the foyer.

He's going to take you upstairs, but you don't make it to them before both of your heads snap towards the entrance. A flurry of gunshots exploding just beyond the front door. The commotion silencing as quickly as it started.

Jungkook slings you off his shoulder. Becoming another person in an instant. Purely focused. Opening the coat closet, he pulls a Glock from his jacket.

"Get upstairs, now." He barks.

You don't have to be asked twice, running to the stairs. Gasping as the garage door next to the steps opens, two hooded men storming in with guns drawn. Jungkook reacts quickly, firing past you. Shooting one of them, missing the second who ducks instead of firing back.

At the same time, blowing open to the left of you, the front door is kicked in. Swinging wide, four more masked men rush the house. Firing rapidly and wildly. Scarcely missing Jungkook who is moving preemptively and is 3 steps ahead. Running forward he shoots the second man in front of you. Grabbing your arm, dragging you over their dead bodies into the garage with him.

Shutting you in just as bullets explode through the wood door at your back.

Jungkook forces you to keep up, throwing you behind the car. The automatic shots continuing to decimate. The four-wheel-drive being the only thing that keeps either of you from getting shot.

Panting and on the verge of tears, you're crouched beside Jungkook. Watching him, waiting to react to anything he says. Knowing he is all that stands between you and death. But also knowing that with him in this mindset he could do just as much damage to you as one of those other men might.

The gunfire stops. Distorted voices shouting behind the door's remains. Jungkook cautiously raises up, leaning over the hood. He lines up a shot as the door opens warily, taking down another of them. Slouching behind the car as a new wave of bullets comes in response.

In front of you, the shelves covered in storage boxes and the workbench full of tools is ripped to shreds. Things erupting in every direction. Covering you in debris.

Pulling his phone from his pocket he shoves it in your lap.

"Call the first number!"

Your brain is stalling, your hands are shaking, but you follow the order as best as you can. The way your fingers are vibrating making it so much harder.

"What's up Boss?" You can hear the faint sound of his first lieutenant, as the firing ceasing again. Jungkook snatches the phone, speaking lowly and calmly.

"My house is breached and we're under fire. At least 3 guys. Semi-autos. We're held up in the garage and I've got maybe 15 rounds left." He passes the information over precisely. Remaining organized and in control.

"We're 10 out," the first confirms back, yelling orders to people on his end of the phone.

Your head jolts towards the garage door as it heavily clunks, starting to lift along the tracks. Exposing you on two sides.

"Fuck," Jungkook exclaims. "We don't have 10 minutes."

He stands, staying low. Opening the car door, tossing the phone in, followed by you. Your limbs hitting everything as you try to keep up with his pace. Making it onto the seat in an awkward heap.

"Stay down," he growls, slamming it, sealing you in. You're ahead of him this time, already kneeling under the steering wheel. Pressing your chest and head into the seat as flat as possible.

Inside the car, you can only hear the sounds of blasts for a few moments. Heavy things being thrown in every direction amid tense silences.

Outside the car, Jungkook fires off 3 shots, aiming for the legs he sees as the garage opens. The angle is wrong, and he doesn't hit them. Having to retreat back. Throwing the workbench down, using it as a meagre form of barricade. Blocking himself into the corner, hunched behind it. It's barely wide enough to protect him at the front and on the side. The height of the desk only just covering his head. He aims over the bench, hoping to keep the front two from coming in with suppression fire.

However, his attempt is unsuccessful. As he raises up, a bullet wings his right arm. Involuntarily dropping his gun, he shouts in pain. The Glock falling on the wrong side of the table.

It only takes him a second to compose himself, lunging over to pick up the weapon. But it's a second too late.

One of the men charges from inside the house. Booting the table into Jungkook, throwing him off balance. Holding him at gunpoint as he hits the floor.

Briefly, you see the other two men through the window as they pass the car. You're too terrified to move. Your hand cupped over your mouth, muffling the panicked breathes and whimpers that you can't hold in.

Working as a unit, one of the men clears the table out of the way, another picks up Jungkook's gun, while the third ushers him out of the corner and onto his feet, keeping the sights tightly fixed on him.

Getting in his face, the lead man removes his balaclava. Seething hate filling his expression. "You remember me?"

While he isn't going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, Jungkook is certainly perturbed by the reveal.

It was nearly 5 months ago that he had ordered this man and his family killed. It drew far too much attention when he refused a deal Jungkook made him. So an example has to be set. The man's wife, two children and his visiting brother were murdered in the gruesome display. And Jungkook was told that the man standing in front of him now was also killed. But it seems the men charged with the hit got complacent. They didn't confirm the kill.

Mentally, Jungkook was already recalling the four men on task. If he made it out of this they were going to suffer greatly for their mistake.

Seeming infuriated by Jungkook's lack of fear and stoic glowering, the unmasked man slams his fist into the Mafia King's face. Shouting as he does.

Methodically, the three intruders begin to tear Jungkook apart. He put's up a fight as best as he can, but the men are trained and three against one isn't fair odds in this situation. Knocking him between them, they strike with their knees, fists, feet, hurting him in any way they can manage. Beating him into the ground. Pulling him back onto his knees whenever he drops back or falls forward.

Biting your palm you're trying to stop yourself from crying out as you sob into your hand. You can hear the hits. The thumps from him being tossed around. His groans of pain. The slough of abuse they spit at him while they work him over. Cursing him. Mocking him.

Suddenly, the car door jerks open. One of the masked men dragging you out by your hair. Making you produce an ear-shattering scream. One he silences with a fist to the face. Your body collapsing, slapping into the concrete.

Groaning in pain, your sobs can no longer be restrained. Loudly bawling, tear stream your face, hardly able to breathe as you panic.

Your heart aching as you see Jungkook across from you. Hunched over on his knees, he's gushing blood. It's running down his face. Matting his hair to his forehead with the sheer volume of it. He's splitting it up, his mouth dripping with it. His shirt soaked in it. Flowing down his arm from the bullet wound also.

You'd never have thought you would see your Boyfriend in such a state. You've witnessed first-hand the power he has when he's the one responsible for this kind of damage. In your mind, you saw him as invincible. Unbeatable. A cruel monster driven by hubris that could never be stopped.

The times you'd seen him beat people like this, the times he hit you like this, you had privately desired for him to suffer the same fate one day. For karma to return everything he had dished out.

But now that he was, now that he was the one being treated without mercy, even with it being justified, you can't feel anything but fear and sadness. Regretting ever having wished this upon him.

"Jungkook," you gently call.

He's disoriented. Too many headshots having made him dizzy and unfocused. But your soft voice cuts through all of that. Looking up from the ground to you, his eyes go wide seeing you in harm's way again.

"Y/-" he starts to get up, only to be interrupted and held down. The unmasked man's hand coming down on his shoulder. The barrel of Jungkook's own gun being aimed at his chest as the man hovers over him.

"You know, your guys didn't kill my wife right away." He digs the gun tip into the bullet wound on his arm. Twisting and stabbing into the raw flesh making him grit his teeth to bear the pain. "They shot her where he knew it wouldn't kill her. Then they let her bleed out. While I could only watch. While my kids watched." The pure rage in the man's voice is finally softened. Instead, sounding horribly grieved and agonized over the memory. "Someone like you, you're probably not capable of love," he spits, pushing off Jungkook to stand straight. "But whether you love her or not, I still want you to watch her die."

The words register, but you can't absorb them. You can't react.

"Wait. Wait!" Jungkook yells after him.

Your body is throbbing in terror. Watching him advance on you. Watching him raise the gun at you.

The shot hits you in the stomach.

"No!" Jungkook howls. The two men punting him back down as he climbs to his feet. Extending the barrage of hits to impress upon him that he shouldn't try to get up again.

In shock, you delicately dab at the hole in your side. Blood pulsing out of you. The pain is more than you could have imagined. You can't pull in a full breath. Short gasps are all you can manage. Doubling over onto your hands and knees, you weakly shriek unable to deliver a solid scream.

They drag you by your arm, hurling you at Jungkook, your torso landing in his lap. He clings to you, drawing you in tight. His face twisted in anger.

"Y/n." He growls. "Don't you dare-" he can't bring himself to finish that thought.

"Don't worry darling. It won't take long." The leader says above you, sounding genuinely sympathetic. "You though," he redirects, snarling at Jungkook. "you're gonna die slow."

Not able to breathe and the blood loss is making your head light. The room feels like it's spinning. Your eyes rolling back as they close. The reprieve of rest calling you into unconsciousness. And you can't resist.

With his hand held to your heart and his chest tight, Jungkook feels for a beat. The irregular rhythm assuring him you're still alive at least.

"I hope you really did love her. Like how I loved my girl and my boy. My wife. I hope you can feel that type of pain."

Jungkook is shaking. Unfiltered loathing ravaging his thoughts. A murderous expression concealing his heartache as he feels your pulse gradually start to slow.

Moving begrudgingly like it's his duty, the leader pulls one of the few remaining tools from its place on the wall. Wringing the handle of a large Philips Head screwdriver.

Working together, the three of them rip your unconscious body apart from Jungkook. His efforts to keep you close having little impact. Numerous injuries having sapped his strength.

Stretching him out, holding him down, they pin him with their weight. One of them securing his legs. Another holding his arm and torso, the majority of his heft used to force Jungkook's face into the cement. The leader kneeling all of his weight on his left arm to keep it flat.

As the tip of the screwdriver is pressed into his palm, Jungkook grapples to keep his hand closed to no avail. The shank piercing the meat of his palm. Screaming as the length is stabbed in and yanked out. Hissing through his teeth while the sharp point trails up. Reaching about halfway up his forearm it digs into the muscle. The blade slowly forcing its way into the skin, causing him to roar again.

All at once, a shot rings out. One of the intruders taking a bullet in the back. An assault of gunfire spreading across the height of the garage, sending the other two into a panic. Scrambling for their guns. Releasing Jungkook in the frenzy, who cradles his wounded hand for a moment before jumping on the attack. Finally having sufficient reinforcement to fight back.

Picking up the screwdriver with his good hand, he lunges at the surviving masked man. Dragging him off balance. Straddling his side. Stabbing down and around to drive the tool into his chest over and over. Burying the metal in the man's throat as a final strike. His damaged hand slamming down on the top of the screwdriver, forcing it through the other side of the man's neck.

Some of Jungkook's rage having been vented, he falls away panting watching the man, satisfied as he quickly bleeds to death.

The leader of the assailants, the source of all of this woe, is completely unmatched by the dozen men who suddenly surround him. They don't grant him the opportunity to even raise his weapon, shooting him in the shoulder, knocking him down. Incapacitating him and restraining him swiftly as he tries desperately to get loose.

There are a few seconds when the dust settles, where everything is quiet again. Only the sounds of wheezed breathing and footsteps taking any space.

Apart from the few men busy with securing the house and the area, all of them are at attention looking to assist their battered leader. Wanting to help. Waiting on an order.

"Her," he signals in your direction. "Get her to a hospital."

"You too, Boss." His second lieutenant leans down, helping Jungkook stand. Getting him to solid footing.

"I'm not dying in the next 20 minutes. Let's wrap this shit up first." He dismisses the gesture. Shirking off the pain at risk of appearing weak.

"And this one?" His first aims a gun at the intruders head.

"Patch him up. He's gonna die slowly," Jungkook's voice deepens as he repeats the man's own threat back at him.

His eyes following as he gets picked up and thrown into the trunk of one of the cars. The Mafia leader in him already, concocting ruthless plans in specific detail over all the ways he is going to torture him. And how he's going to silence any doubts about his strength that this attack may have caused.

Carried in another man's arms, you're taken to the back seat of a car. The movement string you awake. The pain keeping you immobilized and dazed.

Jungkook limping slightly follows after you. He presses his hand to your chest again, relieved as he feels your heart still beating, as he sees your eyes fluttering.

Your head laying on the seat, he leans over resting his forehead upside down on yours. "I'm so sorry baby." He whispers. His hands bunch tightly around your arms, pulling at your skin. The war of both sides of him crashing together. His eyes going cold, his breath becoming ragged.

Struggling to remain conscious, your eyes close again. Jungkook's bloody hand slapping down on your face, shocking your eyes back open. Tears instantly returning to your cheeks.

"Don't you dare die!" He hisses. His hand curls around your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks. "I'm not going to let other people think they can come at me. Take my things. Try to hurt me." He growls, speaking just loud enough for only you and him. "So you're gonna keep living Y/n. Cause until I give you permission, you don't have the right to die."