#i need to draw him more...can't fuck up my old man now :(((

[hakusins]

cordelia wasn't always a tsundere uwu.... when she was a wee gum drop, she loved sticking by her pa and thought he was the coolest guy in the world! (she still does as a teen/young adult, its just that she's a bit more embarrassed to admit it-)

[shotmrmiller]

pornstar au

f!reader x ghost x price :)

2.7k words

tw: teacher-student scenario again, just for the sake of the porn. also, DP. first time writing it, so be NICE!

big thanks to @waves-against-a-cliff for reading what i won't

You sat on Professor Riley's lap after class, his rigid length smearing precum in between your soft, bare thighs as he fucked them. His large hands curled around your waist, long fingers creating tiny dents where he dug them into the supple flesh.

His breath warmed the delicate skin of your throat, as pants escaped his lips. You deliberately pressed your legs closer together— hoping that it provided enough amount of friction for him to finish.

You need this extra credit, after all.

Ghost inhaled sharply when you did, the grip he had on you almost painful.

"Fuckin' hell." His rich groan resonated in your chest. The gusset of your knickers was damp with arousal, both yours and his. The languid drag of his cock against your clothed pussy was so tantalizing, your core ached to be filled.

You were about to urge him to forget intercrural sex— to undress and fuck you already when a sharp knock on the door cuts through the fog in your head; a sudden rush of clarity pouring over you like a bucket of ice-cold water.

Shit.

Your back straightens at the interruption and quickly move to get off of Ghost's lap when he wraps an arm around your middle, keeping you firmly in place. A strangled noise claws up your throat. He cannot be serious.

"Come in," he calls out.

"No. No no no, you can't— you'll be fired, I'll be expelled, Professor Riley, please—" your voice warbles in your panic. His hold on you is as strong as steel, leaving no room for escape or resistance. You're helpless as the doors creep open and Professor Price steps in.

Of course, it's the most pretentious asshole teacher in existence.

"Hey, Riley, have you gotten the ema—" he trails off. His striking blue eyes flick down to your legs. Or more precisely, to what's still in between them fully erect.

"I was unaware you were busy with a...student." The sound of his footsteps draws closer. "Is this what you call detention?" Price leans on the desk with his hip, eyes never straying from you.

Ghost stifles a laugh. "Ask a better question, Price."

Heat licks up your jaw and cheeks when he resumes his thrusting as if there isn't another whole grown man in the room— one who can potentially ruin both his career and your collegiate one.

"Like what, Riley? Want me to ask if I can get a taste?" You look at Price and notice that his eyes are dark, limpid blue rings around the edges— knuckles stained white with how tightly he's clenching his hands. "You've never been a sharing type."

"Well, this sweet toy of mine loves being shared, doesn't she?" Swiftly, Ghost lifts you, his manhood now nestled against the curve of your back. His clever fingers move to your covered center, and draw featherlight circles on your hood, right above your clit. A whimper falls from your lips at the feeling.

"Answer him, pet. Tell Price ya don't mind gettin' this pretty pussy licked by him." He presses down on your bundle of nerves firmly with the pad of his thumb when you take a second too long to answer.

"I, I don't," you hiss when he rubs, "d-don't mind." Ghost gives your cunt a gentle tap.

"Don't mind what?" You swallow the lump lodged in your throat.

"I don't mind getting my pussy licked by Professor Price." His teeth tenderly graze the shell of your ear, followed by a small nip.

"Good girl," he mutters into your hair. Then directs his attention to Price, who's biting his bottom lip— the look he's giving you making your head swim. "She answered, so get down here or get out," he commands.

Ghost clasps his hands under your thighs and lifts until your feet rest flat above his knees. He hooks a finger into the sodden fabric of your knickers and drags it to the side, baring your glistening slit to the cold air of the room, erupting your heated skin in goosebumps. "On your knees, old man, unless they're too creaky to handle this."

Price's lip curls with unveiled amusement. "I was simply admirin' the view, Riley. Don't get your pants in a twist." He lowers himself to the floor smoothly until he's kneeled within inches of your exposed sex.

His prickly beard tickles the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and his mouth is warm and wet as his tongue slides between your folds.

Another former industry giant devouring your passion with the hunger of a starved man at a lavish feast. Each stroke of his tongue spreads the warmth in your stomach, a pressure slowly rising, building—

"Sit her on you," Price mouths against your cunt.

When you find yourself wedged between two burly men, there's not much you can do except surrender to their wishes. That means being lowered onto Ghost— instinctively closing your eyes as you savor the stretch and biting the inside of your gummy cheek at the mildly uncomfortable burn.

Gravity does most of the work as you sink into him in one gentle stroke.

And without reprieve, Price dives right back in. The dull ache from where Ghost's tip presses into the plug of your womb, to the pleasure coming from the attention given to your swollen bundle of nerves.

An intoxicating mix of bliss with pain furling at the edges.

It's so good, teetering on the edge of too much, but when Price sucks lightly on your clit, your body seizes. You scrabble to grab his dark brown hair, blunt nails biting into his scalp as your shatter around Ghost's cock and Price's mouth.

Ecstasy pulses through you like the steady beat of your heart, white-hot euphoria coursing through your veins. There's a ringing in your ears, shrill and deafening, and your breathing comes in ragged pants as you come down from your high.

Your face glistens with sweat as droplets trickle down your temples, hair plastered to your forehead.

Jesus.

Price lapped at the arousal that dripped down Ghost's length, softly groaning at the taste before giving you a wolfish grin behind his coarse facial hair that was damp with your desire.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," he murmurs.

You relax the tight hold you have on his hair as he tenderly kisses where you and Ghost are joined.

Ghost nudges your ear with his nose, and his deep voice rolls over you like a wave. "Greedy little cunt jus' about cut off my circulation, pet." He shifts under you, sliding even deeper than before, a hiss escaping from behind your teeth.

"I think Price is feelin' a little left out, don't you?" With a shaky nod and a quiet mhm, you feel his lips press against the side of your neck.

"Think you can take us both?" It feels more like a warning of what's to come than a genuine question. The idea of being stuffed by both of them sends a thrill up your back.

Price sits back on his haunches, palming himself from outside his trousers. "Think so, sweetheart?" He rises to his feet and promptly sweeps away everything from the wooden desk, scattering them across the floor. Taking a seat on the desk, he positions himself comfortably, his legs slightly bent and his feet firmly touching the ground. How unfair.

With a hand, Price beckons you to him.

Your legs tremble almost comically after having them in such an unnatural position for so long; tingling when you finally stretch them out in front of you. Ghost's hands at your waist help you stand, wincing when he pulls out of you unceremoniously.

Under his breath, he apologizes and gently nudges you towards Price by pressing his hand on your shoulder blades. "Go on, it's rude to keep him waiting." You're then guided forward as warm hands wrap around your biceps, leading you to stand in front of Price.

You drag your eyes from his down to his groin, where his erection is confined behind the strained zipper. Suddenly, Ghost's toned arms surround you, his hands eagerly reaching for the button on the front. "Lemme help ya out, love."

In seconds, Price's heavy manhood bobs as it springs out, ruddy tip hitting just below his navel. Simon firmly grabs your hand and swiftly turns it, exposing your palm. Without warning, he shamelessly spits on it before wrapping it around Price.

A guttural noise escapes him when you squeeze the thick of it tightly. He bucks his hips in a deliberate rhythm— taking hold of your wrist, ensuring your hand remains in position as he continues to thrust upwards until his cock is slick with his precum.

You can't help but rub your thighs together in hopes of getting some of the friction you're desperate for.

"Not gonna come already, are ya Price? We haven't even gotten started." Ghost ignores his scoff, rapping his knuckles on the desk. "Knickers off and climb up, pet."

You hastily tear off your smallclothes, shucking them to the side with your foot before hopping up on the desk, one leg at a time. Price steadies you with his hands on your waist. As you straddle him, your muscles ignite with a satisfying burn as they adjust the expanse of his thighs.

His voice is soft, gentle even, when he whispers into your ear. "Good?" You gasp sharply when Ghost spanks your arsecheeks before nodding at Price. "Jus' like we practiced, yeah?"

Yeah, just like you practiced. The plug you had to wear throughout the week whenever they both weren't tearing you in half should be more than enough prep. You hope.

Ghost taps the side of your thigh. "Cockwarm him while I get this perfect arse ready."

The stretch is intense as you lower yourself on Price— his cock thicker than Ghost's just not as long— it pushes the air out of your lungs. He bites his lip til it reddens, his eyes fixed onto where he disappears inside of you, fingers digging into the meat of your waist.

Your eyes flutter closed when he finally bottoms out, his girth splitting your swollen walls apart mercilessly.

God, he feels so good.

And then the sting of one thick, lubed finger pressing into your tight ring of muscle smothers some of that pleasure.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." Price tips your chin up with his hand, your eyes meeting his. "Good. Breathe for me, sweetheart." He leans forward to place open-mouthed prickly kisses on your neck. "Breathe, love. You've already taken us before. You did beautifully then, and you'll do beautifully now."

He distracts you from the discomfort by suckling on your skin, leaving red little love bites behind. Then, a second finger, so much bigger than your own. Price hisses sympathetically when you do— a tiny whimper coming from the back of your throat.

This time it's Ghost that breathes into your ear. "Doin' so good f'me."

Then he works a third finger in, and your back arches at the jolt of pain that licks up your spine.

Words of praise fall upon your ears, syrupy and saccharine, dulling the ache. He scissors and stretches gingerly, as he's always done. Ghost takes his time, curling his fingers inside— a slow and steady in and out that eventually has you clamping around Price.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth when you do. "So bloody tight."

"Alrigh' Price." Ghost takes you by the hips and cants them forward slightly, a cry falling from your lips at the change in angle. "Hold her open f'me."

He does just that; rough, worn hands spreading you open almost embarrassingly. There's a hot and heavy weight tapping your arse once, thrice— and then there's a blunt pressure pushing into your other much smaller hole. Your spine bows at the thick invasion, it burns, it throbs, but smart fingers find your neglected pearl and start to circle it.

The pain is merely physical, it can be overcome. Focus on the touch on your clit, focus on the hands that hold you, the heat that radiates from both of them. The harsh breathing of the man behind you as he fights to keep himself from fucking himself into you unfettered. Strained noises spilled from Price's parted lips as he felt your channel constrict, your sex beginning to get slick with your desire.

Ghost hilts, leaning forward until his barrel chest hits your back, a strangled groan coming from him. You felt unbearably full, about to tear at the bloody seams. Every single nerve from your navel down to the tips of your toes was on fire. You felt a throbbing sensation radiating from the back of your skull.

It was scalding hot, searing. The thin membrane that separated them felt stretched beyond its limit.

"Y'okay?" You can't even tell who asked you that past the rushing of blood that's in your ears. Your head feels too heavy on your shoulders, letting it lull forward until your forehead rests on Price's collarbone.

Ghost's chest vibrates as he speaks, the low rumble sinking into your skin, warming you from the inside. "Breathe for us, love. Deep in, slow out."

Right.

You remember what Price had said the very first time they fucked you. 'Breathing helps to process any pain and supports the nervous system.'

As you inhale deeply, your lungs expand to the point where you can feel a twinge of discomfort. But as you exhale, the tension in your body melts, your muscles gradually slackening.

Ghost undulates his hips once languidly, and while the ache flared back to life, below that was the pleasure you've become well acquainted with, desperately clawing its way to the surface.

A moan slips out of you unbidden.

"Perfect. So fuckin' perfect." Price's praise makes you dig your fingers into his broad shoulders, nails biting into his skin.

Then you're lifted by two sets of hands— one on your hips, the other on the underside of your thighs and brought back down. Fuck.

"Tha's it, love. Takin' us both so well," Ghost murmurs. When you begin to mewl, a clear sign of pleasure, Price plants his feet on the floor, and snaps his hips up. Black spots dot your vision, a euphoria shooting through your veins.

God, you hope your hips hold out.

They begin to move in tandem, one pushing in completely, while the other pulls out until just an inch stays inside.

It's sublime, obscene squelching coming from both your front and back. Once your body gives in to their assault, everything starts to blur at the edges, from your sight to your thoughts. You melt in their hands, softening under their touch as they take their pleasure from you.

They begin to fuck you in earnest, breath punched out of you with every thrust, and when Ghost takes control by grabbing a fistful of your hair, it sends waves of something through your stomach. The loud whine that comes from you is filthy.

"Always meltin' into a puddle over a firm hand, pet. Isn't tha' right?" He asks you as if you could even dream of answering. Your tongue is heavy in your dry mouth, and throat like sandpaper.

"Ready to make Price come? Choke his cock with tha' vice-like cunt, love. Wrench it outta him, take every drop of his cum, and then take mine."

Who are you to disobey such an edict?

The snarl Price lets out is animalistic when you squeeze him snugly, his thrusts turn jarring as he swells and stills— twitching inside of you, warmth pooling in your belly.

Only to realize that Ghost finished simultaneously.

There's a joke in there somewhere, about a couple finishing together, but you've been thoroughly fucked stupid.

Cut.

Simon takes you home— his home, and soaks you in a warm, bubble bath that smells like something he shouldn't have.

"I bough' it for you," he hums.

His callused palms knead into your sore calf muscles, hand making its way down to press into the arch of your foot.

"Don't go makin' those noises, love."

Eventually, you address the elephant in the room, and his answer makes your pulse race. "Gotta create a soft safe place f'you to land after somethin' tha' intense. Ya need to wind down, catch your breath."

He says it so casually as if it was common sense.

"Here. Drink your water." The bottle in your hands is room temperature, just how you like it.

[oppitfs]

Updating mine

MY TOP TEN FAVORITE JJK SHIPPS!!!!

10. SHOKOHIME

They stole Jogo and Hanami's place because I got it into my head that Jogo is like the grumpy grandfather and Hanai is the vegan aunt of the curse family! I like them. I think it's a ship with a lot of potential. I need to consume more content, but I love the fanarts!!!

9. HIGUNANA

This crack grew in me and now I'm suffering for them after the last chapter. In a kind universe, Higuruma and Nanami adopted Yuji and they live happily and happily!!! I think the two go together a lot and the fanfics are adorable! These Old Yaoi will be the death of me!!!!

8. CHOSOYUKI

They've come down a little, but man I still love them!!! Even more so now because my thirst for Choso awakened and I started reading fanfics of him being a good big brother and I fell to my knees! I still want to write more and explore his relationship with Yuji. And God, YUKI IS AMAZING!!!! THEY DESERVED TO STAY TOGETHER, AKUTAMI YOU DAMN IT!!!!

7. HIGUKUSA

A friend on twt is feeding me higukusa art and, god, this crack (not so crack, because that "I'll protect you even if I have to die for it" from kusakabe hit me hard) has taken root in my heart! I'm also obsessed with Higuruma, so I combined the useful with the pleasant!

6. INUOKKO

THEY ARE CUTE OKAY!!!! I AM OBSESSED WITH CREATING HCS FOR THEM!!! I don't consume much of their stuff, but all the fanart I've seen is cute and their participation in the itafushi fics I read is always welcome!!! It's kind of strange to read something where they're not together…

5. NOBAMAKI

MY OPINION HAS NOT CHANGED, OKAY??? NOBAMAKI IS WONDERFUL AND I WOULD KILL TO HAVE MORE OF THEM!!! But since I saw Nobara's flashback I've been wondering if Fumi wouldn't be a good ship too? Does anyone have a fanfic/fanart of him, by the way??? ANYWAY, NOBAMAKI IS STILL MY FAVORITE!!!

4. KIRAKARI

I'M IN LOVE WITH KIRARA!!!! SHE AND HAKARI ARE THE ONLY HEALTHY THINGS IN THIS MISERABLE MANGA!!!! I love imagining what their relationship is like, writing hcs slice to life minis and drawing Kirara! But I'm getting worried because I saw someone saying that Kirara could appear in the Hakari x Urame fight to help her boyfriend and I know what's going to happen and I don't want it to happen! GEGE GET THESE DIRTY CLAWS AWAY FROM MY BABIES!!!!

3. SATOSUGU

YOU RUINED BLACK AND WHITE FOR ME, YOU DEPRESSED BITCHES!!! My friend is obsessed with them and boy can I understand! These two are tragic, with a beautiful dynamic and a happy ending(?). Plus they fucked up my Christmas Eve. I hope these two bitches are causing terror in heaven!

2. ITAFUSHI!!!!

If you've known me for more than a second, you'll know that I have an average of five outbreaks a day because of these two. This whole thing about always trying to save others even if it condemns them destroys me, okay??? Fanfics and fanarts also feed me! And I'm going to convince all my friends to ship this too so I can yell at 2am at them about little details of their dynamic! AND THEY MATCH SO MUCH!!! Of course, no more than our first place!!!!

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EVERYONE X THERAPY!!!

Please let the deaths stop and this become canon

Honorable mention for _ Tojikuna (more because a twt artist is obsessed with them and that rubbed off on me) _ Hainana _ Toji x Mamagumi _ Okkofushi (Yuta was Megumi's first crush and you can't get that out of my head) _ Uraume x Sukuna (one-sided) _ Yuta x Maki

[brucewaynehater101]

I really need more stuff on some Joker Junior angst, along with Jason finding out about Joker Junior. Even better if you wanna pull in the whole Red Hood (Joker/Jason) Attacking Robin (Jason/Tim), both times when Robin was 15 years old and was supposed to be with someone/somewhere safe.

Hmm... I agree that more content about that would be fabulous. I especially love JJ fanart (there's some really cool ones on TikTok).

Fuck it. Here we go:

TW: torture, Joker Junior, violence, blood, flashback, dissociation, derealization, hallucinating(?)

Tim hands fly to his throat in a desperate attempt to rub away the urge to giggle. He's biting his lips hard enough to bleed in order to prevent them from twisting into a panicked grin.

He's pinned to the floor by a man using one of Joker's alias.

Just like old times, eh?

A snicker slips out at that, which only seems to enrage the man in red.

"Something funny, Placeholder?" The voice modulator in the helmet does nothing to hide the clear disdain and wrath curling through Red Hood. His grip tightens over his holsters, but he doesn't pull them out quite yet. The crimson helmet just glares down at Robin.

Red, red, red. He'd look so much better in Green.

Fuck. Note to self, Tim. JJ likes Red Hood.

Robin locks his face down at this revelation to keep a calm facade. He could try to dislodge the knives holding him hostage, but not with the perpetrator towering over him like this. "Nope. My bad, Hood. Got a little distracted. Where were we?"

The crime lord takes a few steps forward until he's next to the trapped bird. Somehow, he makes even the action squatting appear menacing. "This is the part where I torture you. Where I cut off a little bird's wings so you'll never fly again. Maybe then, B will learn."

Robin watches as Hood draws another knife. The crime lord twirls the blade between his fingers and tilts his head. There's a considering glint evident in his body language.

In a sick mockery of comfort, Red Hood trails the knife down Robin's cheek. It's too close to Joker's signs of "affection" after a round of shock treatment.

Junior shudders.

The leather jacket starts to morph into a lavender lounge coat and Tim blinks rapidly to clear his vision.

A sigh of relief escapes his lips when he's able to see Red Hood again.

The crime lord pauses. He tilts his head once more. Tim can feel the gaze studying him, but he's not sure why. He can't tell if the man is genuinely curious or if he's inspecting Robin like a bug trapped in plexiglass.

When the knife leaves his skin, Tim feels his shoulders lose an inch of tension.

"Don't get too comfortable. I've got a few questions before I snap your legs."

Tim can feel a jolt of pain flash through his legs at the claim. He grimaces at the notion of months off field.

Hood leans back onto his heels, fortunately giving the younger teen some space. It doesn't seem intentional, but it's better.

"You've been Robin for two years now?"

When Tim initially refuses to acknowledge the question, Hood raises the knife. Robin sighs and gives a nod.

The man hums and brings the hilt of the knife to his chin. The weird thinking pose blares an alarm in Tim's brain, but he can't quite piece together where he's seen it before.

"About eight months ago, the clown disappeared."

Phantom feelings of electricity run through Tim's body. His muscles twitch under the memory.

Red Hood leans closer. "Where is he?"

Tim can hear -

"You know better than that, Junior. Where's the smile for your old man?"

A desperate giggle bubbles up Tim's throat.

"Come on, son. You wouldn't want to make your mother sad, would you?"

Joker leans over Tim Junior with a wicked grin. He grips a blade and gestures to Junior's lips. "Do you want your dear old Dad to teach you to smile? Again?"

Junior shakes his head frantically as trembling lips split open in a facsimile of a smile. The motion pulls at his stitches scars.

Scars?

That's not-

Junior's smile starts to fall.

Red Hood Joker crosses his arms. "What the fuck are you smiling at?"

Junior still has a smile on his face (it can't drop), but his eyebrows furrow. "Dad?"

Joker flinches back.

Amethyst cloth flickers to bronze leather and then back again. Forest green hair morphs into a cherry red helmet. Junior watches it peer behind its shoulder before Joker's face turns back to him.

"Batman isn't here."

A cackle erupts from Junior's lips and dissolves into a fit of giggles. Joker peers at Tim Junior in confused horror. The kid turns his head more towards the man. A smile stretches and pulls the corner of his lips, highlighting the faint scars.

Junior Tim hears the man take a startled breath in.

"Batsy isn't Dad. Dad-"

Tim frowns as his gaze drifts away from the man. "I killed Dad. He's dead."

He pouts exaggeratedly before Junior dissolves into a fit of giggles. "Bam!" Both of his hands point an imaginary gun Red Hood's Joker's way. "Bam! Bam!" The hands recoil back as if actually shooting the man.

Tears start to stream down Junior's Tim's face. He fights to bring his lips away from a grin.

"Fuck." He's still grining. "Fuck!"

Red Hood, the cause of all of this, is just staring at Tim. He's observing the teen try to bring himself back to sanity inch by stupid fucking inch.

Tim's eyes dart around the room. He takes a deep breath in and, on the exhale, list something he sees. "Chair. Blender. Staff. Kni-"

Several more deep breaths in and out as he ignores all the knives in the room. "Light. Jacket. Cape. Couch. Lemon. Counter."

His hands paw at his utility breath as he keeps breathing. He grasps one of the sour candies and works on opening the wrapper. He pops it into his mouth and continues the breath exercise.

Red Hood is silent as he watches Robin pull himself back into reality.

It takes several more minutes before Robin's breaths return to normal. He lays there looking at the ceiling absolutely drained and done with this whole situation.

Finally, Tim turns his gaze to the crime lord.

"Can you just kill me already or get the fuck out?"

Red Hood responds by pulling off his helmet.

Tim blinks. Sighs. Then starts up his grounding techniques again.

[bbina]

i need something fluff for jaemin... bff!jaemin who have a huge crush on you... i... i need jaemin fluff... 😔🥴

or bff!jisung (can you tell how much i love f2l?) who so down bad that he lets you do anything to him (in a fluff sense and not in a smut sense)... anything... anything...

- 🦞

bff!jisung... 🤤 he's so cute!! i love <3 reqs r open for the meantime for 7dream!! + this is an old ass wip i had on one of my previous blogs so i just rewrote it because why not

"are you wearing makeup right now?"

"... no"

"you are! i can literally see you wearing eyeliner!" chenle exclaims, leaning in a little closer to jisung as he inspects his face

jisung sighs, shoulders slumping. "fine. you caught me. i am wearing makeup"

chenle laughs, plopping down on the couch next to jisung who was fidgeting with his hands

"let me take a wild guess.. y/n did it?" chenle teases jisung who instantly turns red at the mention of your name. there's not much hiding from whatever the guys are speculating about your relationship with the tall man. hell, everyone believes that you two are dating but think that jisung is keeping it a secret to avoid questions but who really knows

with jisung's silence, chenle lets out a loud, knowing laugh— he knows damn well that jisung can't say no to you nor has the balls to do so. he's just so whipped

"i'm telling you dude.. you like her" chenle points out after laughing his ass out. jisung swats him away as he continues to be embarrassed about this whole conversation that revolved you because chenle was right

jisung does like you

"can i put make up on you?" you ask out of the blue after sitting in silence with jisung, startling him in the process

"why?"

"because i'm bored?" you say like it was obvious, getting up from your bed to get your makeup kit from your vanity

jisung has no choice anyway because whatever you do or ask him, he follows with no questions asked

the next thing he knew, jisung was seated on your vanity, his bangs held up with your hamster headband to keep them away from his face as you start to paint his face

"hold still for me" you murmur, holding jisung's head in place as you work on his eyeliner

"it tickles!" jisung squirms at the touch of your felt tip eyeliner gliding across his eyelids. he was moving around too much that he accidentally jerked his head to the side causing you to involuntarily draw a line across the side of his face

"JWI!" you scream, rushing to get some makeup wipes just before the eyeliner sets

"i'm sorry!" jisung apologizes profusely

"i told you hold still!" you grumbled, wiping the excess eyeliner from the side of his face. jisung swallows hard at your pouting face. he doesn't know how much longer he can hold it in. that stupid crush he has on you for a long time now

but he's not too sure how to break it to you. afraid that it will either make or break your relationship

"let's try this again" you shake your thoughts away by grabbing jisung's head again

jisung simply nods and lets you do what you need to do although this time he has a different tactic to keep himself in place

he then wraps an arm around your waist to keep himself still. the sudden action caught you off guard that you freeze for a moment before you accidentally meet his eyes

then it hits you— the current position you two are in. the way your faces were inches apart, the close proximity of it

all of a sudden you were hyperaware about everything. since when did his hand feel warm wrapped around your waist? did he always look at you like you were the only person in the world? was he always this handsome up close?

your heart flips and suddenly the room feels small. the same room that jisung has been to more times than you can count

neither of you move. like you two were stuck in place

what the fuck

[dazed-and-confused23]

Dear Hearts and Gentle People 7

Pure Indulgence 2

Summary: The only way Cooper wants any part in sharing you is if he's in charge. Hancock is fine with being ordered since he gets to be the one between your thighs. You're just along for the ride.

Pairing: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader / John Hancock x Female Reader

Warnings! Drinking and Drug use. Threesome. Smut and power dynamics? Blood too. Jesus this feels sinful.

Masterlist. Part 2 -> HERE

You lay on your back, head pillowed in Cooper’s lap, eyes glassy and heavy from the hit of jet Hancock had pressed to your lips on the way up the stairs of the Old State House that Hancock calls home. Cooper's scarred fingers have threaded themselves in your hair, keeping you still for the other ghoul that lays between your thighs. Your legs have been shoved up, knees swaying and twitch in the air.

"Don't be such a pussy, John," Cooper rumbles from behind you, and reaches down to pinch your nipple harshly, and he smirks when you sigh and bow off the bed, seeking more, "My girl likes it rough."

Hancock humms, and the subtle vibrations against your clit make you buck up, but John is stronger than what his lanky stature made it seem, and keeps you held down with ease. He abandons your throbbing bud with one last lingering suck, and sinks his teeth into the flesh of your thigh, making room for his hand to sneak up and shove two fingers into that beautiful, wet cunt.

Cooper watches, dark eyes focused on the way you wither and shake under the onslaught of having both of them touch you. The hand that John isn't using to finger fuck you with pushes your hip down, and he can't help but find the entire sight hot as fuck. He shifts behind you, pushing you forward so that he can bend down and seal his lips against your own in a furious kiss full of teeth and tongue. The cowboy bites your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and the groan you make when he cleans the red liquid has his cock twitching in his boxers.

"Let a man enjoy his meal. Ain't every day that I get something as sweet as this," Hancock murmurs and flicks the tip of his to gue through your puffy folds, gathering the slick pooling from your cunt and lapping it up like the starving mutt he is.

Your mind is slow and muddled, a fantastic mixture of alcohol, chems, and blazing arousal that you lose yourself in.

"Curl your fingers up - heh, yeah, jus' like that," Cooper orders when he pulls away from your red smeared lips. Your eyes clinch shut when the tips of his fingers brush against that spongy spot hidden within your core. A broken sound of pleasure falls from your lips, and your thighs quiver when John does it again.

"Look at that, better than the smoothest hit of jet," Hancock drawls and cocks his head up to look at the other ghoul, lips twisting in a sardonic smirk, "Can I fuck her now, Sir?"

It irks him to call the other man that, but John wasn't one to pass up good things, and neither did Cooper it seemed like. So it wasn't too much of a loss.

Cooper’s grin is nasty, and he reaches out to hold the other ghoul by the jaw, the tips of his fingers digging into Hancock's jaw, and rumbled, "Ask nicely."

If John were still human, he would have blushed at the display of dominance. Instead, he grinned just as meanly back and hissed.

"Please?"

Cooper laughed, then released the other man, leaning back against the headboard in satisfaction. You squirmed under them, lips twisted up in a pout at their attention drifting away from you. Your cowpoke snickered, and waved a hand at John.

"Hurry it up, boy. The lady's gettin' impatient."

Hancock doesn't need to be told twice. He sits back on his knees and grabs his dick, and scoots forward to drag his cockhead through the mess between your legs. You whine in want, hips shifting, and looking for release. John angles himself and then slides inside your fluttering pussy with a long groan.

"Fuck," He snarled and buried his face in the crook of your neck, hips jumping forward as you clench around him. John gets lost in the feeling of your cunt, and you wrap your legs around his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"She feels good, huh, John. Nice and tight like a goddamn vice," Cooper snarls above you, and the ghoul between your legs jerks a nod, his brow furrowed, and you turn your head, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along his heated skin.

You nip his neck, tongue soothing the hurt, and you squeeze your legs around his hips, pushing him ever further. His cock brushes against that spit inside you again, and you see stars, mouth dropping open as you pant out nonsense.

It's over for the mayor when you bite him again, and then he hears your sex rough voice growl in his ear.

"Come inside me, John. I wanna feel it."

Hancock comes with a muffled shout, his shoulders shuddering as he pumps you full of seed. Your cunt greedily sucks him in, and he is left a panting mess when while you wither and cream around his cock. He doesn't get to enjoy it for long before Cooper is shoving at his shoulder.

John reluctantly pulls out and rolls to the side and watches as Coop takes his place and slides home. His teeth bared in a savage grin as he wraps a hand around your throat, leaning down and looming.

"My turn now, Sweetheart. Hope you can keep up."

[yingdu-lover]

I am a fucking idiot- ahem. But first,

People, we need to talk more about The Tides. I am so serious. Apart from The Eye and Lull this season, The Tides (I want to yap more about its cinematic brilliance) explicitly supports shiguang canon. While other OP and ED of the first two seasons have a variety of themes entangled together, the whole point of The Tides is drawing a clear parallel between the old man with the time machine trying to go back in time to save his beloved wife (and his wife's photo is shattered by gunshots) and whatever the heck is going on with Lu Guang (Now, after Yingdu, add parallels of Shao Yuanyuan's attempt of saving her husband and Xia Fei's resolution of finding the culprit who caused Vein's death. You are welcome.)

I want to talk specifically about this scene

first,

We see Lu Guang is the one holding a sketchbook (safe to say it belonged to that man) and he is gazing into the sketches. He assumes that man's position (also the fact that Lu Guang has a personal diary where he might not draw but keeps a lot of information about timelines).

And...

This brilliant rack shot.

Idk why I didn't notice it before (I have seen it multiple times but today I just 'got' it).

So, in the first shot, let's see what constitutes the mise-en-scene : Cheng Xiaoshi, a portrait of the lady (whose hands are only shown) and the statue of the lady. It's not white light all over, rather there is a little play of light and shadow. The background wall as well as the statue is green. Overall, there is a green tint. Film nerds and enthusiasts, please explain the lighting and colour palate further if you can find some significance.

Now,

in the first shot, Cheng Xiaoshi is in the focus. He has a strange (pensive) look and he is looking at the statue. Then, the focus shifts to the statue and everything else fades into the background. In this simple editing, you realise that- Cheng Xiaoshi and the statue of the lady are somehow connected, connected by the same fate. I can't really explain how but the cinematography establishes the relation beautifully.

Edit 1 : Hi, I wanted to add a few things. Thanku @whispersoflullaby for engaging with it

also, please read @psychopomp-namine their repost.

A few reflections I didn't elaborate before

The woman's face in the portrait is absent in the frame and the lifelessness of the otherwise beautiful statue is intensified by the (intentional) lack of the eyes. So Cheng Xiaoshi's presence in the frame balances this out. Face is the most important part of someone's identity and eyes are one the most important features of someone's face. Eyes also have a higher level of significance in Link Click, associated with power activation, sense, perception, past, future, memory. And ofc, Cheng Xiaoshi's death scene and power (trust/life) transfer to Lu Guang - there is a HUGE focus on the eyes, extreme close ups. And this brings us to the second point,

Consciousness, subjectivity, perspective, reliable/unreliable narration .

My interpretation of the colour green here is unreliable narration or lack of subjectivity, with a feeling of something changing. Cheng Xiaoshi's pensive look makes us think that he knows something, something unsettling but we can't quite grasp that. His subjectivity is yet to be known. His vision is literally shared (and commanded) by Lu Guang and a big portion of Cheng Xiaoshi is constructed out of Lu Guang's perception of him. How would Cheng Xiaoshi write back to that? Cheng Xiaoshi is a mystery and The Tides prepares us for his development in season 3.

[pinkrangermemes]

EPIC: The Musical

lyrics that absolutely fuck me up, feel free to change pronouns and such as needed

"A mission to kill someone's son, a foe who won't run, unlike anyone you have faced before."

"I'd rather bleed for you."

"This is the will of the gods."

"Don't make me do this."

"The blood on your hands is something you won't lose. All you can choose is whose."

"You're as old as he was when I left for war."

"How could I hurt you?"

"I'm just a man who's trying to go home."

"When does a man become a monster?"

"When does the reason become the blame?"

"Forgive me."

"We should try to find a way no one ends up dead."

"You can relax, my friend."

"Think of all that we have been through. We'll survive what we get into."

"This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms."

"I see in your face there is so much guilt inside your heart."

"Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you."

"Have you forgotten your purpose? Let me remind you."

"Don't forget that you're a warrior of a very special kind."

"Don't disappoint me."

"What gives you the right to deal a pain so deep?"

"Don't you know that pain you sow is pain you reap?"

"Your life now is in my hand."

"A trade, you see. Take from me like you took from me."

"You shall be the final man to die."

"It's just one life to take."

"When we kill him our journey's over."

"Captain?"

"You've hurt me enough."

"When I kill you, my pain is over."

"Mark my words now. This is not the end."

"Remember them."

"Who hurts you?"

"If nobody hurt you, be silent."

"He's still a threat until he's dead."

"Finish it."

"What good would killing do, when mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use?"

"The blood we shed, it never dries."

"I am your darkest moment."

"I am the infamous _______!"

"This way, you won't disappoint me."

"This way, you won't waste my time."

"Unlike you, every time someone dies, I'm left to deal with the strain."

"I'll remind you, I saw you as a friend, but now we're done."

"This way, you won't plague my life."

"This way, you'll close the door and have your damn goodbye."

"Since you claim you're so much wiser, why's your life spent all alone?"

"You're alone!"

"This day, you sever your own head."

"This day, you lost it all. Consider this as my goodbye."

"Don't forget how dangerous the gods are."

"How much longer 'til your luck runs out?"

"You rely on wit, and people die on it."

"I still believe in goodness."

"Lead from the heart, and see what starts."

"And what will we do when it tears us apart?"

"You're like the brother I could never do without."

"How much longer 'til your strength takes leave?"

"I can't have you planting seeds of doubt."

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."

"Sometimes killing is a must."

"Friends turn into foes and rivalries."

"Never really know who you can trust."

"The end always justifies the means."

"So much has changed, but I'm the same."

"I'm left without a choice and without a doubt."

"Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves."

"You are the worst kind of good 'cause you're not even great."

"You are far too nice."

"Mercy has a price."

"Unlike you, I've got no mercy left to give."

"The line between naivete and hopefulness is almost invisible."

"What have you done?"

"I am your darkest moment, the monster that always draws near."

"Remember me."

"There's only so much left we can endure."

"Think of your past and your mistakes."

"No, I'm not a player. I'm a puppeteer."

"I can hardly sleep now, knowing everything we've done."

"It's a game of wits, but you don't have to play."

"A foe like ____ is not to be messed with."

"You could be hurt or you could beat her."

"I'll help you conquer her."

"Wouldn't you like your outcome preferred?"

"Don't thank me, friend, you very well may die."

"Did you do something to them?"

"I don't know who you are or why you're here, but let me make this one thing clear."

"I've got people to protect, friends I can't neglect, so now there is no turning back."

"Back at home my wife waits for me. She's my everything, my _____."

"Maybe showing one act of kindness leads to kinder souls down the road."

"This land confuses your mind."

"All I hear are screams every time I dare to close my eyes."

"I no longer dream, only nightmares of those who've died."

"Why would you let _____ live when ruthlessness is mercy?"

"I keep thinking of the infant from that night."

"____, when you come home, I'll be waiting."

"Even if you're the last thing I see, I'll be waiting."

"I took too long."

"I'll always love you."

"Your past is always close behind."

"I see a song of past romance."

"I see portrayals of betrayal and a brother's final stand."

"I see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it's no longer you."

"We've suffered and sailed through the toughest of Hells, now you tell us our efforts were nothing?"

"I see a wife with a man who is haunting. A man with a trail of bodies."

"How has everything been turned against us?"

"How did suffering become so endless?"

"Do I need to change?"

"What if I'm the monster?"

"What if I'm the problem that's been hiding all along?"

"If I became the monster, and threw that guilt away, would that make us stronger?"

"So what if I'm the monster lurking deep below?"

"If I gotta drop another infant from a wall in an instant so we all don't die, then I'll become the monster."

"I'll become the monster."

[zenless-zideblog-zero]

Girls night VS. Boys Night

Zhu-Yuan: *In a High speed chase with a vehicle*THIS IS PUBSEC! PULL YOUR VEHICLE OVER NOW!

Nicole: *in passenger seat Old Smokey, the car Zhu-yuan's chasing* Be careful! This thing hasn't been serviced in a good while!

Piper: *Driving* I can tell. These tires haven't been rotated in at least six years, and I can't begin to imagine how old the oil is. You should take better care of this old girl~

Belle: Less talk, More Speed!

Corin: Master Proxy, are we in trouble! If I get caught Victoria Housekeeping's reputation will be Ruined! WAH!

Belle: Corin, Sweetheart, please listen to me when I say Ellen and Lucy should have a distraction coming!

~~~~~

Wise: That's ... Twelve Ice Damage, and Nineteen Slashing damage.

Anton: Brometheus Fought the good fight! He believes his friends will save the world, even in his Death!

Wise: Stellar, Arctunoct the Frost-Bringer has just knocked your dear friend unconscious, and the Rituals Almost Complete! He give you the most vile, toxic smirk as he pulls his spear from Brometheus! What do you do?

Billy: Uh, how bad does he look?

Wise: He's decently hurt, but so is the rest of your team. You're the last in the initiative order, and if he's still up when your turn ends, the world may just end.

Billy: Okay then ... Stellar draws his hand-crossbows, looks Arctunoct in his dumb face, and proclaims "You are nothing but a selfish fool! And the Void of your heart will be pierced with STARLIGHT!" and will fire his crossbows.

Billy: And that's- NAT 20!

The Table erupts in cheers

Wise: Okay, how much damage?

Billy: Uuhhm, first I'm throwing Smite on that with my last level two slot and Lightbringer's final Divine Charge, so that's ...

Billy: Twelve piercing, and ... FOURTY THREE RADIANT!

The Table erupts into louder cheers

Wise: okay! WOW! That's a LOT of damage! uh- You Lightbringer's bolt CRACKLE with the fissile power of the stars, bleaching the shadows from view, stirking him square in the heart!

Wise: He clutches the metal piercing his chest, falls to one knee ... *grinning* and Laughs ...

Billy: WHAT!

Anton: NONONO!

Seth: HOW TOUGH IS THIS GUY!

Wise: Spitting up blood Arctunoct wheezes out "And so the light is swallowed by shadow ... a brave show young Paladin, but this ... THIS IS WHERE YOUR SUN BURNS OUT!"

Billy: Hold on! I have one more attack!

Wise: Yes, yes you do.

Billy: okay so that's ... Thirteen.

Seth: Bless!

Billy: Uh, Fifteen?

Anton: Brometheus's Inspiration!

Wise: And inspiration. You just need to roll a three.

Billy: ... I GOT THREE!

The Table erupts in even LOUDER cheers

Wise: Okay, Billy?

Billy: Yeah?!?

Wise: *Writing something down* I'm writing down Exactly how much health he has left, And then I want you to roll your damage.

Billy: Okay ... it's just the one roll ...

Billy: *Rolls Damage*

Billy: Okay,so that's Four damage, plus Five for my dexterity, and one for the Enchantment.

Wise: ... the first shot brought this beast of a man to his knees, but he still breathed.

Wise: Billy ... he had only nine Health after it, How do you Wipe him out?

*Seth, Anton, and Billy Freak the fuck out*

Billy: okAy! Okay! Okay! As he's laughing from the first blow, Stellar whispers under his breathe "It's always Darkest before the Dawn." And send this last bolt right into his neck, causing him to fall into the ritual, and is eviscerated as the spell goes haywire, unfinished!

Wise: Perfect. As his body is wrenched apart by the arcane Energies misfiring, you feel in your heart as you've accomplished what you were meant to do. The World is saved, the Sun just peeks over the horizon, as if to say thank you, to the knight that has let it blaze one more day.

[fawnsflowerbed]

Hiiiii omg!!!!

I love ur works sm!! Especially the dog hybrid ones!!

I’m gonna infect u with my latest brainrot!!! Soft sleepy Leon (im picturing Re6 because that slutty man has me in a chokehold!!) who needs cuddles NOW!!! Imagine breaking down every bit of his stress and melting him into a puddle with back rubs!! Giving him kisses all over his face and making him give you a cute smile!!!! Putting his head on your lap and scratching his scalp!!!! Make that man into a moaning mess even before he proposes that you fuck him to sleep!!! (Hes totally a fan of cuddlefucking, he is so touchstarved he needs ur hands around his waist and kisses to the back of the neck while you peg him) I NEED HIMMMM!!! I NEEEDDDD HIMMMM!

can i be 🌷 anon? Be prepared for more brainrot to come!!! >:DDD MWAHAHAHAHAHA

Welcome to the cherubs, Tulip!!! :D Looking forward to seeing more of you!!!!

Okay now usually I'm not familiar with some of this territory, but DUDEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NSFW AHEADDD ANY GENDER READER CAN BE USED

RE6 Leon needs so much love. He's so tired, so worn and exhausted, and your affection and care is all he wants after years of fighting. Please kiss the creases of his forehead, rub his shoulders and caress his neck. Run your nails down his scalp oh so gently and tell him how much he means to you. Soon enough he's kissing you slowly and softly, stubble scratching at your cheek and throat as he pleads.

"Just.. I need more. I need all of you. Please, sweetheart.." He's easing you on top of him, spearing you onto his cock in one slow movement. Your warmth envelops him in a way he can't explain, lulling his worn head back into the pillow. You're leading him through lazy kisses in a slow makeout session, resting your ear against his chest with meek whimpers from you and quiet groans from him. Large arms wrap around you to hold you close, soaking up the scent of your hair and skin, reveling in the comfort of being back with you. His leaky tip nudging against every ridge of you, drawing you closer as he loses himself to the siren call of sleep until you're cockwarming him well into the morning.

IF YOU'RE NOT INTO YE PEGGING TURN BACK NOW! I'M KISSING YOU BUHBYE!

Someone DESPERATELY needs to peg this man, I can't explain it. He needs someone to take the reins for a while. PLEASE lessen his weight, lighten his load.

Nuzzle close to him as you give nice, slow, long thrusts into him, easing steadily and carefully. Let him feel vulnerable enough to whimper, to be the one taking it instead of giving it for once. You're holding him so gently, his head nestled to the side against the pillow and back slightly arching whenever you whisper in his ear and kiss the side of his neck. He needs someone to take care of him when he can't hold himself up anymore. Usually he's the more dominant one, definitely, but something about letting you languidly fuck him into slumber this way makes him feel so open and safe.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BANGS MY FIST AGAINST THE FLOOR!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS OLD MAN!!!!

[captain-n-crunchies]

AllMight Thots

Allmight x reader ( A little nsfw)

Allmight was the perfect man. Never letting you get groceries alone, always has a hand on the lower part of your back for protection, so emotionally available what more could you want?

Well.. when a man so gentle with you those thoughts of a more mature relationship develop in your mind, what if your big strong man felt a little pissed off today? Villains coming up the masses, students get hurt a lot easier equaling more paperwork, and he didn't take out the trash and do the dishes so now you his pretty little darling is nagging him; his resolve slipping each word as you parade your thick ass around his penthouse.

" And then you couldn't even clean the kitchen a little Tohi? Like I understand it early but-"

" Do you ever shut the hell up dear?" His body now relaxed but, the tense is thick.

Getting up from the couch and pouring himself a smooth glass of whiskey, only a little shot before he downs it and turns his blue eyes towards your confused frame. Stalking towards you slowly you back away now hitting the counter his body traps you in as filthy words flew out his mouth

"The hell am I asking you that for? Even with my hand over than filthy mouth you still can't shut up. But maybe I need to reinforce some old rules into you hm?"

" N-no I was just set back a few minutes cause of these dishes and-"

" Dear, I'm going to say this as respectfully as I can at this moment, but I don't give a fuck about those dishes. What I seem to care about is what your safeword for the next few hours?"

And that your gentleman of a husband said for the next few hours as he degrades every little thing about with his hips pushing against your ass your body up and down, an arm around your throat tightening every time he forces another thick glob of cum in your guts. Without fail maneuvering your body in every position he feels will set you straight he pushes and pushes your body to feel his cock; every inch, vein, and the tip scrapping against your walls draws heaps and heaps of moan from your pretty throat

" Take it- ah fuck TAKE IT"

Moans and pleas for him to slow down go unheard as he pushes deep inside you, your thighs now creamy and wet wraps around his hips and your one thrust away from the verge of passing out when you feel warm again, another load falls into like nothing, that is when he pulls out and a waterfall of cum gushes out that poor pussy of yours. Too bad for you because he wasn't done yet baby

" Can't have none of this leaking hm dear? I still got a few more loads to fill but your pussy filled quite nicely"

Looking up at him you gulp as his thick cock lays upon those chubby cheeks of yours, precum oozing from the tip onto your nose

" Open up darling, you've still got two more holes but as your husband and not some fuck buddy, I let you suckle on this till your energy up"

What a gentle man he is.

A.N: ( I don't know abt yall but why smut is easier to write than fluffy ideas? But tell me if this is good because I got some ideas and remember I love yall!)

[theelectriccat]

Waiting for my AO3 invitation since I deleted my old account. In the meantime, here's a short, one-shot fic I wrote called "Blood in Concrete". TW: for depression, drug use mention, assault mention, and a suicide attempt. Dead dove and all that. Mostly Robby and Jack Abbott (who I can't wait to learn more about).

The streets of Pittsburgh were being cleaned up. With a combination of the sodas (baking and club) most blood stains were washed out with little complication, but it was a different matter when it came to concrete. Some of the stains could never fully be washed away, especially with foot traffic pounding the evidence further and further down into its pores. 

Dr. Michael Robinavich finally had a quiet moment after a series of atrocities, from Heather’s miscarriage to Dana’s assault to the entire Frank situation to losing several patients to an incel in the making turned festival shooter. And on the anniversary of Adamson’s death. He thought about visiting Adamson’s grave, but knew that any last stitch he had holding him together was in danger of unraveling so, naturally, standing 100 feet above a huge city with nothing but bloody concrete to break his fall seemed like a much more logical alternative. 

Robby both loved and loathed the quiet. He loved it because it was such a rare commodity. His stomach was grumbling. He was running around like a headless chicken for such a long period of time that the one protein bar he had at 11 AM was barely enough to satiate him. However, he could feel the bile starting to rise in his throat and didn’t want to aggravate his stomach further. 

But he loathed it because the idea of being alone with his own thoughts was terrifying. His thoughts were destructive and hateful. “If I were a better doctor, hell, if I were a better PERSON, I wouldn’t have assumed the worst of Frank. I wouldn’t have dismissed Dana and McKay's very legitimate worries. I would have actually been there for Heather when she needed me. Adamson would still be alive.”

Adamson would still be alive.

Everyone was right in telling him that he should not have shown up today. He most likely did more harm than good. He balled his fights so tightly that he could feel his fingernails piercing his palm skin. There was a part of him, a slightly perverse part, hoping that he didn’t peel his nails into submission so he could draw just a little bit of blood. Just enough to remind him that he was still inhabiting his own body.

Robby felt footsteps behind him. The silhouette of Jack Abbott came into frame. It was Abbott’s shift now, and Robby left the man with a shit show and a half. 

“I called you twice,” Jack noted, but his tone wasn’t angry. It was one of concern. “Mohan advised me to check on you. She was worried sick.”

“Mohan?” Robby asked.

“I think she thought you were actually going to jump.”

Robby laughed humorlessly.

“I can’t say I haven’t thought about it,” he admitted, but Jack didn’t laugh.

“Mohan’s not the only one, Robby. I heard a lot about what happened today. Why didn’t you call me to scrub in?”

“Because you probably had your own 12 hours of hell. I didn’t want to—”

“Bullshit! You know, you’re inconveniencing people more by doing this.”

Now Robby could feel another emotion poking through the cloud of self-pity: anger.

“By doing what exactly, Jack? Being a doctor? Doing my job?”

“Ah yes, because sending home Dana and Collins and firing Langdon when you’re already short staffed and need as many hands on deck as possible is doing your job. Look—I don’t know what’s going on with you, but…”

“Okay, first of all, Dana quit. At least, I think she quit. She was getting abused by patients to the point where she just couldn’t take it anymore. I caught Langdon with drugs. I was following procedure. And I did ask him back when we were in a desperate situation. And not that it’s any of your fucking business but Collins had a miscarriage.”

There was silence for several seconds. That was not my business to tell, Robby thought, and he was right back to self-loathing. He advanced, starting to climb up to the ledge, when Jack grabbed him and tackled him for his own safety. Though Robby attempted to tussle, he was not in the right frame of mind, and going head to head against a former University of Michigan Wrestling Champion seemed foolish, especially since Jack lost not an ounce of that strength. All Robby could do was attempt to verbally spar, though even then he wasn't prodding as much as begging.

“Get off of me!” Robby demanded.

“No! Not until you promise me that you’ll never think of doing that again!”

"And what if I can't?"

"Then I'm going to keep you pinned until you do."

The two exchanged a look and Robby sighed, admitting defeat. Once Jack released him, Robby nodded and sat with his back against the wall. Jack sat beside him. He said nothing, but he leaned toward Robby in support. Robby felt tears pierce his eyes. If he had any stoicism left in him, he would have been able to blink them back and just blame them on hay fever if anyone noticed. But Jack wasn’t stupid. And he wasn’t going to judge. Robby began to cry. No…sob. A sob so hard and full that he knew his ribs would start to ache.

“It’s all my fault,” he gasped.

“What’s your fault? I don’t see any of this being your fault.”

“It is. I ruin everything. I'm awful."

“Hey, hey…that’s my friend you’re talking about.” 

Jack sat quietly, giving Robby both the space and the support he needed. As he felt Jack’s hand squeeze his own gently, it was a little reminder. Of what, he wasn’t sure, but it gave him the nudge he needed to wipe his eyes, rise to his feet, and look back toward the door leading to the stairwell.

“I guess I should—”

“Go home and get some sleep, for God’s sake. Take tomorrow off. You didn’t take today off and you usually do. Consider it a…mental health day.”

“I…I couldn’t.”

Jack gave a wry smile.

“Unfortunately, we’re on my shift now. You don’t get to make that call. Go home. And…text me tomorrow to let me know how you’re doing.”

Robby took a breath.

“Doctor’s orders?”

“Yeah.”

Robby nodded as he made the trek down the stairs. Jack followed, and gave the staff a warning glance to avoid any hovering or meddling. Robby made his way to his locker. For a split second, he glanced at Frank’s. 

He had a lot of apologizing to do, but first he would have to take time to think about how to make it up to him. And he couldn’t do that in this spiraling state. Tomorrow, he'll be available to Heather. And he had apologies to make to her as well. Huge apologies with no guarantee of forgiveness.

He watched Samira Mohan pass him as she was grabbing her purse and water bottle out of her locker.

“Headed home?” he asked.

“Just about. You?”

“Yeah, finally.”

Mohan nodded.

“Good.”

“And I’m taking tomorrow off. Abbott’s scrubbing in. Pulling double duty.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised but relieved.

“Yes. You were right to talk to him. And…I’m sorry that I’ve been riding you as hard as I have. You’re a good doctor, Mohan…uh…Samira. And I should never have made you feel otherwise.”

She smiled.

“Apology accepted. But I can definitely think of someone who deserves a much bigger apology?”

“Who?”

“Yourself. You’re torturing yourself. And that’s not good for anyone. Take it from someone who knows.”

Robby couldn’t manage much more than a nod, but Mohan was satisfied as she started to make her way through the door. She was right, of course. He was letting blood sink into the concrete, and it was slowly killing him.

“Dr. Mohan?” Robby called, catching her just before she left.

“What is it?”

“Do you know where Kiara is? I…I think I might want to talk to her. I might…need to talk to her.”

Mohan gave him an understanding smile.

“I think she’s upstairs in the lounge.”

[neurospiczzzziee]

Are there any songs that make you think about Blitzø’s character arc in particular these days? I’d love to see some art of yours based on that! :)

You asked such a good fucking question! These are some songs that currently haunt me, I just haven't gotten to drawing them or deciding if I want to draw them. My head is filled with too many songs and head cannons.

If there are any that really stand out to you and ur like oh my goodness you need to draw this. Plz let me know. I literally get all the motivation from everyone's kindness. 💕. Also I love your art so much and it means a lot that you want to see more of mine 🥹.

Personal Growth and healing of trauma:

Eight by Sleeping at Last

Hi there is a song to listen to this is the one! It is such an inspiring song and is so powerful for Blitzø.

Some of my favorite lines of the song. Idk what I would draw for this yet but eventually I do want to make art for it.

"I'm standing guard, I'm falling apart

And all I want is to trust you

Show me how to lay my sword down

For long enough to let you through

Here I am, pry me open

What do you want to know?

I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough

To hold the door shut

And bury my innocence

But here's a map, here's a shovel

Here's my Achilles' heel

I'm all in, palms out

I'm at your mercy now and I'm ready to begin

I am strong, I am strong, I am strong enough to let you in"

Like a Child -Piano Demo by Mother Mother

Blitzø lets his heart open up and recognizes his childhood trauma. Imagine a very good dramatic Blitzø playing a piano moment.

Hello My Old Heart - The Oh Hellos

Very good personal growth song. Shows Blitzø having his heart back with Stolas and willing to take his walls down. Idk what I would draw for this yet.

In love and just wants to take care of your partner:

Irony would have it by Matt Maltese

This is so fucking perfect for Stolitz that it's amazing. 😤. Like I can imagine so many scenes of him taking care of Stolas struggling and Blitzø just looking at Stolas lovingly.

Like I love the line:

"when the TV laughs, I look at you. That's our thing, you're a passionate man and I'll always look up to you"

I can imagine Blitzø just lovingly Looking at Stolas watching TV.

Small Hands - Radical Face

AHHHHHH ITS SO WHOLESOME IM DYING. There is so much good content/ideas with this song.

Also the lyrics match perfectly:

"Well, the world might cut you down again

But you know the way back home

And your best might not be good enough

But just know you're not alone

And if you slip and lose your way again

Well, I'll know that you will be all right

You still gotta try

If you need, come build your home in me

And you know I won't complain

And I can't fix what was done to you

But I'll shield you from the rain

And if the walls they build become too high

Then step up on my back and climb

'Cause I never mind

No matter the day or time

I never mind

And all the anchors that they hid inside your chest

We will unravel all of the chains

And toss the remnants all down the drain

And all my hands are much too small to hold you up

I will be there to pick up the pieces

And keep you housed while you bend them up

And if you wind up in the dark again

Just turn and call my name

And if the fire in your chest comes out

Well, I'll hold you all the same

And if you need to take this out on me

Well, you know I won't complain"

When somebody needs you - Will wood

Will Wood as a singer just feels so inherently Blitzø coded. This song fits well with the situation.

Blitzø caring for Stolas but also a bit spicy 🔥👀

Clean by Noah Floesch

This song is literally horny care giver. Very cute song which has the duality of I want to take care of someone so badly but also damn do I want to fuck them.

This song really says:

"all I want to do is you and your dishes" 👀

Beige- Yoke Lore

THIS SONG FUCKS SO HARD. 😤.

This song is could be either Blitzø or Stolas coded to be honest.

Here are some of my favorite lines:

Tell me something I don't know

And lead me to the place where no one ever goes

Let me go under your skin

Let me find the demons that drive those heavenly limbs

You know you're beautiful

But that ain't half the gold treasure in your soul what you got 'cause I want it all

With your fingers in my mouth, I fail to see your faults

So please don't let me fall

So please don't let me fall

This song didn't need to be this horny. Hello????

Also I like how in the middle of the song it's like hey we could survive in the wild together 😜. That just feels very Blitzø.

The art I would make of this would have to be spicy. Mandatory.

Wholesome:

Dancing in the Rain -Stephen Day

Very wholesome rom com. Song.

Sore feet Song- Ally Kerr

I have a headcannon that Tilla would sing this to Blitzø and Barbie as a lullaby. I think it would be so cute for Blitzø to sing it to Stolas.

I also love that in the song the person Robs a convenience store and kills a bear just to get to the person they love.

I have more song recommendations/ideas for angst Blitzø family head cannons. If ppl want to hear them but I've hit my song limit on the post. So I would have to do it later.

[weebsinstash]

You know, not that I've officially watched the movie or the second or third season of JJK yet or anything, but, I was sitting on the concept of, could you even fuckin imagine if Reader was like another friend in the Gojo/Geto group in their high school days but at some point, you're sent away, with my current running idea that the Reader falls into such a depression that they struggle to use jujutsu anymore and the higher ups have them sent away to either train or not be a danger to anyone any more

Fast forward to the future where Gojo and Geto have had their falling out and Satoru bumps into you again after having literally forgotten about you, and as all the memories come rushing back to him, all the pleasant nostalgia, the sudden crushing realization that oh my god he missed you, why didn't he even think about you, you hit him with, "so do you know where I can find Suguru?"

and Gojo is so so so SO fucking pissed because it turns out that after Gojo lost touch with you, Geto actually maintained contact, and you've been in touch all these years, and Gojo is just standing there with clenched fists about to crack his own gritting teeth as you're all smiles, "-and this keychain is actually from last year when we met up for some coffee and we talked about me coming back-" and Gojo is hit with the double whammy combo of, not only have you kept in touch with Geto all this time, GETO kept in contact with YOU and straight up fucking kept you to himself, did not even give half a fuck about connecting you back with Satoru, what seeing you again might have healed for him after Riko, nothin, just Geto keeping you to himself. Satoru ready to actually throw hands with his old friend as he asks you why you never reached out to him, what does Geto have that he doesn't, and you just look hurt and confused. "Suguru said you never wanted to come. You always had better things to do..." and you just look so sad, almost like you miss him--

Satoru over here 'SUGURU WHEN I CATCH YOU SUGURU' because you were literally sent away when he NEEDED YOU and you NEEDED HIM (in his mind) and Geto was over here LYIN "oh, no, Gojo says he doesn't have time for pointless things like these" as he took you to the zoo, the aquarium, arcades, totally not vicariously living his teenage years again with you, totally not borderline dating you, totally not amassing his own stalker shrine of photos and trinkets and the occasional piece of your hair

and of course, when Geto finally shows his true hand and has to be taken down, and you're there screaming and sobbing and mourning your only and closest friend, who else but Gojo is there? Who else is there that you know that you can even talk to? Satoru gets to play the good guy and help dry your tears and hold you as you're absolutely devastated.

Obviously now that you're a screaming crying mess, and you had all those issues in the past, and maybe just maybe Geto may have choked out amongst all the blood asking for Gojo to take care of you, Satoru can't possibly let you go your own way again. He isn't a boy who will just idly sit back while you're taken away anymore, either. He's a grown man now, and he can protect you. He's Satoru Gojo, the strongest, the enlightened one, and, now, you're his only true friend, and he'll keep you safe and sound for as long as you draw breath, even if you don't want him to

[velvetwyrme]

i beg (bug) of thee . .. more borrower au pleaze.

now you might be wanting more of the existing dynamic/s ive mentioned but @dubia-015 asked me about the other character concepts i hd in mind yesterday and then i sat down and went AHHHHHH into the void and it rewarded me with even more thoughts

yapping under the cut

please consider Ratchet thinking that the tiny person he helped out when he was still in medical school was a fever dream (too much coffee, not enough sleep). Only to get blindsided when a different tiny person shows up one day, loud and obnoxious but clearly worried about his friend who is injured, begging for Ratchet's help. And well, Ratchet doesn't know what to with the fact that Drift is REAL, but he DOES know what to do if someones bleeding out.

Or the flipside of that, Drift returning to his old house that he nearly died in, and finding out that the tiny man who helped him during that time is REAL and not a drug induced hallucination. If you want to get extra tasty with it, Drift almost stabs Ratchet, the blade THUNKING down in front of the borrower as Drift glares down at him. He wasn't even been looking, he just knew Ratchet was there. But as soon as Drift sees him his eyes widen and soften, as recognition finds him and he whispers... "Ratch?"

(I imagine he IMMEDIATELY panics and pulls the blade out because OH GOD HE NEARLY KILLED RATCHET) and can you tell i really want to draw this but also i really dont want to draw People.

And some other concepts!!

Borrower Brainstorm trying to one up human Perceptor while also trying to not be caught. He wants to be NOTICED and RECOGNIZED but he's meant to keep hidden but Perceptor is so brilliant he NEEDS to prove himself.

Human Whirl and his two tiny partners who he tries to scare off,,, or alternatively, Tailgate and Cyclonus and the borrower that they're luring into their home like a stray cat.

Borrower Skids pining fruitlessly over human Nautica!! Roommateless Swerve having a little borrower buddy in his walls who listens to him ramble. I can't decide who but my silly rarepair brain immediately went ULTRA MAGNUS because i have a soft spot for Swagnus hdjdhdjfbjd

And of course you can't forget tired veteran OP who has been passing messages with a mysterious stranger in the library who writes the most beautiful poetry and has a fresh new perspective on life, albeit one that is jaded, hardened by a life of being underfoot, downtrodden and struggling to survive day to do,,,,, like. Ghhhrghg.

im gonna fucking explode so you also get more thoughts abt the various versions ft the Constructicons, J/P and SW

Also if you go borrower!Soundwave and Prowl (Human Constructicons+Jazz) then you get the two of them working together somewhat begrudgingly at first- they have a working respect for each other that gives way to mutual appreciation for each other's logical prowess and intelligence, things that are required when trying to navigate a house filled w/ 5 rowdy guys. In that same version you have Rumble, Frenzy and their like. 8 dads. Since they're human, it's easier for the other humans to wrangle them but Soundwave and Prowl are the real powerhouses there who keep everyone in line.

In the one where the Constructicons are menacing J/P, they all slowly befriend Jazz first, who stays well out of the way of Prowl's investigations- he could tell him, but... this is the most fun he's seen Prowl have in a long time and it looks good on him. Also getting doted on by the pack of borrowers is a nice perk.

i literally cannot create fast enough to keep up w this. Also logically if I did anything I'd. probably cut down the amt of characters so I don't have to deak w/ as many interconnecting pieces but IN MY HEART OF HEARTS THIS IS THE DREAM

[babyhatesreality]

The Sinner and the Saint Ch 15

Pairing: Mob!Boss Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, f!reader, language, reader is referred to by her stage name of Angel, reader is an exotic dancer, pet names, everybody has secrets, reader is insecure, dominant mob boss Bucky, submissive reader, sir/daddy kink, discussion of violence, blood (not reader's), oral (F receiving), discussion of mafia related violence (not graphic).

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Chapter 14

Chapter 15

As you awoke, you wrinkled your nose. The sheets were too warm, it was too bright, and....you were awake. Ugh. Then you heard him chuckle.

You groggily peeled one eye open to find Bucky on his side, head propped up against his hand, watching you sleep. The memories of last night came flooding back- as did the bloom of pain in your butt- and you closed your eyes again, smiling sleepily.

"What are you grinning at?" Bucky asked, grinning himself.

You stretched luxuriously before you answered. "Hmmmm," you purred, toying with him. "Grinning at you."

"And why, pray tell?"

"Oh, that you're going to be your wonderfully insufferable self in about thirty seconds."

"Insufferable?" he said back. You could clearly hear the grin in his voice despite having your eyes closed. "I'll show you insufferable." With a growl and a speed that did not make sense, he dove under the covers and collected his "morning after" tax. You had slightly more sense this morning than last night, and you made an attempt to muffle your pleasure by turning your head and biting down on the pillow, but the gutteral cries still ripped from your throat would have the neighbors talking.

As you were coming down from your high, you became aware that Bucky hadn't moved yet. You turned your head, still panting hard, and looked at him. He was still positioned in between your thighs, the sheet resting comically on top of his head, but what made you giggle was the pout on his face. "What?" was all you could get out without straight up laughing at his petulance.

"I don't like it when you're quiet," he mumbled, before wrinkling his nose like a five year old being told he can't have candy.

"Buck, I was trying to be a considerate neighbor. Pretty sure that the sounds I was making last night are going to cause a couple people to do a wellness check. Or possibly send them into therapy."

"Good for them. Mental health is important. So is being loud."

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Well, you won't have to worry about me being quiet anymore," you said, a nervous thrill forming in your belly. Here we go...

The slow smile that spread across your man's face instantly turned those nerves into your Bucky drug, zipping through your entire body like electricity. "Oh really?" Bucky said casually, beginning to draw gentle patterns on the inside of your thigh with a feather light touch. You gasped. Good lord, you'd just orgasmed, and here you were, ready to go again just by a simple touch. What spell did this man have you under? "I don't need to worry about you being quiet any more?"

"Mmm-mmm."

"Tell me why."

"You know why."

He leaned back down, his warm sweet breath tickling your core as he spoke. "Tell me," he whispered onto your skin. "Say it."

"I'll move in with you," you said in a breathless voice.

"And that deserves another payment," he whispered victoriously, before spreading his wide, flat tongue over your folds. You couldn't help but cry out loudly at his sudden assault, which only spurred him on.

After blinding orgasm number 2, he crawled up next to you while you were still recovering. "Now THAT'S the way to start my day," he said, thoroughly pleased with himself. You could only turn your head and stare at him, completely fucked out of your mind. "And I'll get to every morning now 'cause you're moving in." You giggled at the self-satisfied look on his face, which made him wrap his arms around you and pull you in close. You sighed happily, then leaned against his chest.

"When do you want me to start moving?" you asked, snuggling into his muscular chest.

"Today."

"Be serious."

"I am."

"Bucky, I can't move today."

"Why not?"

"Baby, it's going to take time. I have to give my landlord notice, get boxes, get a change of address..."

"No you don't."

"Yes, I do. I know you've probably never had to worry about that kind of stuff before but-"

"Excuse me?" That tone made you lift up your head and look at him. He had one eyebrow cocked. Oh boy. Your ass couldn't take another round with that look just yet. You started backtracking and quickly.

"I just mean that you've got all your...people to handle stuff like that, and that it's going to take ME a little bit of time to..." you trailed off as the eyebrow went higher.

"Do you honestly think that I don't have everything ready to go?" he asked, tilting his head away in confusion. "That all I need to do is make one phone call and you'll be living at my place- where you belong- by 6pm tonight?"

Your mouth dropped open, and he chuckled. At least his eyebrow wasn't cocked at you any longer. "But...but..." you stammered.

"Yes, your butt is coming too. In fact, I insist on it," he said cheekily, laughing again, when you playfully swatted his stomach.

"Bucky, you can...?"

"Of course, Angel. I've just been waiting for you to say the word."

"How....long have you had this set up for?"

"Seven weeks."

"So one week after we got together?"

"Yup."

"You're crazy."

"Pfft. Yeah. I'M crazy. Big talk coming from the girl who's moving in with a mafia don."

He just laughed when you growled and jumped on top of him, kissing him with everything you had. After a lovely and heated make out session where you'd be lying if you said tasting yourself on his lips didn't turn you on a little, Bucky flipped you both so you were trapped underneath him. You didn't complain one bit.

"Look Angel, I need to take care of some business today, okay? The movers can be here in an hour, and I'm guessing you'd like to direct the traffic around here, yes?" You nodded, making him grin at guessing correctly. "You stay here, and I'll be back as soon as I can." He kissed the tip of your nose, which made you blush and giggle like a schoolgirl. "I mean it, stay put. You learned your lesson last night, right?"

"Oh, most definitely, Daddy."

"Good girl. I'll send Clint with the movers so you don't have to worry about anything, okay?"

"I trust you."

That made Bucky stop in his tracks. He just looked at you with his warm, disbelieving, gorgeous blue eyes, before they turned as soft as a sunset. He leaned down, laying his cheek against yours. "Thank you for your trust," he whispered, before kissing the corner of your mouth sweetly. "It means more than you could know."

"Daddy?"

"Hmmm?"

"Would it be okay if I took a little walk before they got here, just to work out some of the kinks before I end up packing up my entire life in- I'm guessing- six hours?"

"Okay, number one, you won't be lifting a finger. You'll be telling people what to do. And two, I'LL work out your kinks. Believe me." Your saucy horn dog was back. You giggled and gasped as he kissed THAT spot on your neck.

"Okay, but seriously," you finally gasped out. "Just a little walk?" Bucky pulled back, looking you right in the eye. "Please?" you asked, tilting your head in that way you knew he couldn't resist. He rolled his eyes playfully. Bingo.

"Fine. A LITTLE walk. But keep your phone on you and don't leave the area. Kapeesh?"

"Yes, sir, Don Barnes."

"See, the thing is, when you say stuff like that, it means that if you don't obey me, you're giving me permission to do stuff like chop off your fingers and give you cement shoes and sleep with the fishes."

"Wow. I'm not even technically living with you yet and you're already threatening to kill me. Honeymoon's over, amirite?"

"You little brat."

"YOUR little brat."

"Damn straight. So what are you gonna do?"

"Keep my phone on me, stay close by, and be back before the movers get here." You batted your eyelashes sweetly at him. "And think about all the ways that I can thank you when you come home tonight." With a feral growl, Bucky attacked THAT spot again.

*****

Twenty minutes later, you had showered and cleaned up any remaining evidence from last night. The movers would be here in ten minutes. Now was your chance.

You meant every word you had said- you took your phone, and you stayed close by. But if Bucky knew you were heading for that alley from last night, you knew you wouldn't be able to sit down for a month. You moved as quickly as you could in the bright sunlight without attracting attention from the now busy street.

Looking around you as surreptitiously as you could, you slid into the small side street where the voice had disappeared last night. You scanned up and down, making sure no one had followed you or anything crazy like that. Part of you felt like you were being way over paranoid, but the tiny nagging voice in your head wouldn't shut up. Bucky's words last night kept playing in your head, making you think that somehow, he was fully aware of the man that had been behind you. And even though you were still mostly convinced that it had been just another dumb creep, you were dating Bucky. And Bucky WAS....Bucky.

You began searching the alley with your eyes. You weren't even sure what you were looking for. Some...evidence? Of the guy being there? Why had he disappeared so suddenly? Wasn't that weird? Had he been catcalling someone else and turned the corner, following her instead, and you were completely wrong? There were no discernible footprints or anything that looked amiss at all. For fuck's sake, it was a grimy alley in New York City- what did you think you were going to find? You began to feel stupid and paranoid. You were just jumpy. A lot of emotions in a short amount of time combined with not knowing aspect of your boyfriend's dangerous life was making you draw erroneous conclusions. The sunlight suddenly came over the edge of the tall, brick walkway wall.

And that's when you saw the teeny, tiny, swipe of discoloration on the red brick. If the sunlight hadn't hit it just right, anyone would have missed it. You stepped closer. It was blood. And it wasn't very old.

*****

Bucky sighed heavily, leaning back in his large, leather chair, his hands tented in front of him, and his index fingers resting against his lips. "There was nothing on him?" he confirmed.

"Nothing. I stripped him completely before getting rid of him. Went through every pocket. Didn't even have a phone. There was nothing."

"Any markings? Tattoos?"

"None. He was clean. Hired from the outside, would be my guess."

"Any clue how long he'd been tracking her?"

"No sir. Never got wind of him until last night. Whoever he was, he was clearly waiting to make his move. She's never been alone long enough for him to get a chance until last night."

"You send the pictures to Steve and Sam?"

"And Natasha. Thought he might be someone from the club, possibly some stalker or something."

"Good thinking. Send it to Fury and Clint too. Tell them to notify me immediately if they can ID the fucker."

"Yes sir. I apologize that they even got that close."

"Not your fault. She won't be making that mistake again, trust me. But I want your right hand on the case now too. Understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Barnes."

"Alright. Good. Keep me posted. I want to know everything about this bastard. I want to know if he liked cats or dogs, the name of his second grade teacher- hell, I want to know what fucking toothpaste he used. Got it?"

"Yes sir. Forty eight hours and you'll have it all."

Bucky chuckled mirthlessly. "Goddamn, it's good to have the best working for me. Alright. Make an appointment with Steve for two days from now and go get some rest."

"Yes sir."

Bucky waited until he had slipped out of the hidden doorway in the office, before leaning back in his chair and heaving a huge, angry sigh. FUCK. This hadn't been what he wanted to hear. He resisted the urge to pick up the priceless Ming vase on the pedestal in the corner of his office and hurtle it against the wall in anger. He needed to channel his rage into this new problem. Because he would be damned if anyone ever got this close to you again. He fucking swore it on his life.

He pressed a button on his desk. "Steve," was all he said. In five seconds, his most trusted friend and caporegime stepped into the office. "Natasha out there?" Bucky asked. Steve leaned his head back out of the door, and then Natasha followed him into the room. She carefully shut the door behind them and locked it for good measure. Both Steve and Natasha approached the desk apprehensively.

"Buggy, what's going on? What happened?" Natasha asked, her usually calm demeanor slipping a bit.

Bucky took a deep breath before looking up at them. "Someone knows about Angel," he said, his voice deadly and fire in his eyes.

To Be Continued....