#i want to try it with sugar. i've heard that is How You Drink It

[ratspider]

learned i like absinthe this new years :3

[yanderes-galore]

Hi there, could you make some romantic concepts for Marvel Rivals! Emma Frost?

She literally yells "You belong to me!!!" During her ultimate (allies pov) and the moment i've heard that, i thought 'ok, she has yandere potential. Gotta tell this to Panther'.

I LITERALLY SPIN A WHEEL, RANDOMIZED IT, AND GOT TWO OF HER REQUESTS RIGHT AFTER THE OTHER?

Fair enough, here's more Emma Frost content. She's growing on me 😅 I'd probably write her Comic counterpart the same way, so feel free to see this as general Yandere Emma Frost HCs.

Yandere! MR! Emma Frost HCs

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Controlling behavior, Mind control/Mind reading, Violence, Blood, Sugar mommy/baby behavior, Drinking, Mature themes/Implied one night stand, Coercion, Kidnapping, Possible 'Mommy Kink' mention, Dubious relationship.

Alright, without much background I already know how she acts as a yandere.

Emma is manipulative, possessive, controlling, and demanding.

She's a dominant yandere, easily able to make her obsession and rivals submit to her will.

She canonically used to be a villain, so it does not surprise me that she'd use her power and influence to make you hers.

Speaking of which... She's definitely a sugar mommy, you can't tell me she isn't.

She'd use her money to pamper and own her obsession, forcing them to be financially dependent on her.

Emma's goal with you is to own you completely.

She's a powerful woman who's used to bending others to her will.

If you manage to catch her eye, I feel she's really hard to leave.

Power, influence, money, mind control... yeah... Good luck.

Maybe you catch her eye at a party... maybe things get a bit flirty with drinks...

Next thing you know you wake the next morning beside the wealthy woman, the blonde tucking you against her.

The second she's had a taste of you, such a sweet soul... She feels the need to have more.

Emma Frost always gets what she wants, after all.

I don't really want to dwell too much on how you met, it's up to you.

I just want to talk about how she treats you.

Emma is both condescending... yet caring.

She sees you as a pet or doll to pretty up... to cover in blue lipstick kisses as she holds you close....

She promises to give you everything you could ever desire so long as you listen to her.

She deserves an obedient pet... Her little baby won't be disobedient on her watch.

Emma definitely tries to be your sugar mommy, often calling you 'baby' or calling herself 'mother'.

She loves to dress you up in extravagant outfits, making sure to make you pretty as she holds you on her lap.

Emma is a yandere who likes to show you off with herself.

She wants others to only give you attention if they know you're hers.

She keeps you on her lap or by her side, a drink in hand as she cuddles you.

Although, if you're alone and getting attention...

Emma would practically pick up the other person by the neck and toss them, just so she can scoop you up again.

Emma, in the comics, is shown to be possessive at one point in time.

She's defensive about you, disliking the idea of you being seen without her.

Emma much prefers keeping you in a lavish home... the both of you pampering each other in private.

Sure, she does enjoy attention from others, but yours matters the most.

She needs you... needs you attached to her hip... needs you focused on her.

She's a needy woman, always cuddling you in her lap or kissing you senseless.

She'll do anything to keep your attention, good or bad.

Emma uses money or favors to bribe you.

Be good and she'll reward you... she'll give you all sorts of gifts and outfits....

You're her precious doll.

If you're misbehaving, like trying to run from her or end this relationship of yours...

Emma's going to bring you to your knees.

All she has to do is think of a command, send it to you via telepathy, and you'll do it.

Trying to run... she tells you to 'Stop', 'Return to me', 'Kneel.'

She tells you that you belong to her... That she has control over you.

She even knows when you're planning escape.

There's never a time Emma isn't rummaging through your mind.

You could be planning ways to seduce her into escaping... or even leaving Krakoa.

Yet Emma quickly stops you, wrapping her arms around your waist with a knowing look.

"Excuse me, baby... Are you planning to run from mother?"

Even if you somehow got away, if you found a way to lock out her telepathy...

She'll hire someone to come collect you, threatening to have their head if they don't.

This timeline entanglement is dangerous, darling...

You really think she's going to let her lover run off and get involved in fights like this?

No... You're staying home, she demands it.

Emma is brutal.

If pressed enough, if someone claims how she's loving you isn't right...

She isn't afraid to break them, to make sure they burn, to have their blood stain her white outfit.

It's annoying and she'll never get the stain out... but she can buy a new one.

It may even teach you a lesson in obedience.

Emma's punishments are usually degrading.

If she isn't giving you a migraine with her telepathy... She's scolding you.

She makes you feel like a misbehaving puppy, claiming she's your master.

You belong to her, that's final, it's been your fate since she had her first taste of you.

If she needs to bribe you, she can do it.

You can have everything, just ask... Anything but freedom.

If that doesn't work, she'll threaten those close to you.

Do you have a family? She can either make them or break them in this world.

She can threaten them if you're disobedient... or make them live in luxury if you behave.

You'll behave and love her for them, won't you?

Emma wants your love to be genuine... But a little mind manipulation couldn't hurt, right?

She makes subtle influences in your mind, making you more susceptible to her attention.

She dresses you, carries you around, you're her baby.

No one is prying you out of her hands, not even Magneto.

She's claimed you, made you hers.

She'd break you mentally if it meant she could have you and no one else could.

She's a possessive woman who doesn't enjoy sharing what's hers.

The good news is if you listen to her, you're pretty well off.

Both you and your family will be taken care of if it means she can be yours mistress and lover.

Things are only made into Hell when she doesn't get what she wants.

Maybe it's for the best that you accept this new relationship... Even if you don't love her, she'll be a sugar mommy towards you.

Playing along shouldn't be too bad, right?

She'll take good care of you... No harm needs to come to you as long as you listen.

Just give up who you are... and be all hers... ignore the suspicious voice in your mind...

You're all hers... just give in... it hurts much less than being disobedient.

[darknight3904]

All Too Well

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: The first month in Jackson passes by slowly. Joel wishes you'd confront him about the past but fear has your lips sealed tight.

Warnings: 18+ Language, SA (Not by Joel), Starvation, Animal Death, Eating Disorders, Plastic boobs, and Lingerie (do we need a warning for those things?) Joel and Reader are pros at avoiding the elephant in the room!

Word Count: 4.1k

Previous Part / Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

I didn't have much time to edit this one so sorry if there are typos :)

December 31, 2023

Joel carefully set the table according to Maria's directions. His new sister-in-law had decided that a New Year's Eve dinner would be appropriate for this year. Of course, drinks with the rest of the community at the Tipsy Bison would follow.

He eavesdropped on Ellie and Tommy's conversation from the other room.

"And then, you just keep mixing like this." Tommy explained, "And then...slowly fold in the sugar."

"You're pretty good at this." She compliments

"Had a real good teacher."

When he and Ellie stepped into the warm home, Joel could hardly believe what he was seeing. His younger brother was wearing a purple and green apron, baking a fleet of cupcakes to share with the rest of Jackson. Twenty years ago, Tommy would've eaten half-frozen pizza bites and dubbed it "a healthy dinner."

Joel had no idea how Maria had turned his brother into the Pillsbury Dough Boy, but he had to admit it was one of the funnier things he'd seen in a while.

Speaking of Maria, Joel swore he'd eventually win her over. He was pretty sure she was slowly warming up to him. After all he'd only been in Jackson a month or so and here he was invited to a family dinner.

"Dude, your brother is like...the best baker in the world," Ellie says as she shuffles into the dining room.

"Really? Last time I saw him he was still burning Chef Boyardee." Joel teases

"That was years ago, asshole!" Tommy's voice calls to defend himself, "I'm a great cook now. Besides I don't recall you being some Master Chef, Joel."

"Two days you burned that bacon I brought home from that Jesse kid," Maria said flatly as she checked on the ham in the oven.

"You're not helping."

"I wasn't trying to."

The sudden gust of cold air has Joel turning his attention the the front door that has slammed against the wall behind it.

"Shit, it's so windy out there!"

He'd know that voice anywhere, how could he forget it? Ever since his arrival in Jackson, he practically heard it every time he closed his damn eyes. 

Joel watched as you hung your coat up and pulled your boots off before greeting Maria who was already standing there with open arms. He awkwardly stood as you greeted Tommy with the same amount of enthusiasm before letting your gaze fall on him. 

He feels his mouth dry up as you take him in. What is he supposed to say? Hi? Long time no see? Sorry, I broke up with you and then the world ended? 

Lucky for him a certain 14-year-old is there and always ready to fill the silence. 

“Hi, I'm Ellie.” 

Joel watched as she bounced right up to you, eager to get to know the new stranger. 

“I know…I've uh seen you around the stables.” You say slowly

“Oh yeah! That foal Shimmer she's super cute!” 

Dinner is awkward or well, Joel is awkward. He sits next to Ellie and listens to her talk your ears off about this and that, mostly mundane things like her comics or fun facts about space. You listen intently, adding comments here and there and Joel's reminded of the way you'd listen to Sarah's ramblings. 

Tommy nudges his foot under the table and Joel looks up to see Maria looking at him expectantly.

“Sorry, what?” He asks 

“I was asking if you'd want to try your hand at patrol later this week. Tommy said you're not fitting in with any of the other jobs around here.” She says 

The idea is a great one, truly. Joel has felt rather trapped the past month behind Jackson's huge walls. Leaving again would feel like a breath of fresh air. 

“That’d be great.” He nods in thanks, thinking of how nice it'd be to do something other than bake bread or sweep stables. 

“Good.” Maria smiles before turning to you, “And you, can show Joel the ropes.” 

Joel nearly chokes on his food and he hears you sputter into your glass of water. 

“What?” 

Three days later and It's around 7 in the morning when Maria forces you and Joel out of the gates of Jackson. Mounted on horseback Joel follows your lead as you explain the basic route. 

“We'll stop down at this mall today. Sweep for infected and people.” You say, “There's a Macy's that hadn't been cleared out yet, Ellie might like some of the girl's clothes there.” 

Joel nods, he hasn't said anything much to you, only asking a few questions. Truly, he's not sure what to say. Does he start with small talk, the weather, how Shimmer is doing? Or does he dive right in to address what both of you dance around? 

Joel follows you around, listening to you talk about the route, what you normally see, and how many people you've run into in the past few months. Unsurprisingly, he's good at all of it, asking the right questions and following your lead. Now, as you stand in the ruins of Greenpines Mall, you watch him sift through racks of the Juniors section of Macy's. 

“Can I help?” You ask, probably tired of just standing there in silence and watching him.

“Uh, yeah. She's into space and dinosaurs. Probably a size small in everything but hoodies. Said she likes em’ oversized.” 

You nod and walk to another rack, pushing different items aside and mumbling about how hard it was going to be to find a dinosaur in the teenage girl's section.

Joel stuffs a few items into his backpack and you're able to find a nice maroon sweatshirt. 

“The men's section is that way.” You point to your left, “I'm gonna uh… go upstairs and grab some stuff for myself.” 

“Should stick together.” Joel reasons, following where your finger points “Safer like that.” 

You look at him and he hopes you can tell he's being fully serious. His brows pinch together, anticipating you'll reject him. 

“Fine. But no complaining.” 

Joel wasn't expecting to find himself in the lingerie section of the store. The embarrassed huff he lets out has you laughing. At least you were happy about all this. 

“Quit whining, I just need a few new bras.” You sigh turning away from him as he stands there, making sure his eyes remain fixed on the floor. 

Just because the world had ended didn't mean he wanted to be surrounded by racks of ladies' underwear and bras.

You only get about twenty steps from him and he takes a small step back, bumping into something tall. A loud curse falls from his lips as he tries to catch the mannequin he's knocked over. 

“God bless it…” He groans, trying to stand her back up. 

He catches the way you roll your eyes when his hands land on the mannequin's plastic tits, perfectly obscured bythe  red lace of some skimpy overpriced thing. 

He didn't mean to do that, he swears. 

“Maybe don't grope the models, Joel.” You tease 

“I'm not.” Joel snaps, finally getting it to stand again, “Walked into it by accident.” 

“Sure you did.” 

Joel didn't know what to expect from you today. Stony silence had been at the top of his list. Teasing him though? That hadn't been anywhere on his radar. 

You're so different yet familiar at the same time, it's driving him up the wall. 

He keeps his eyes on the floor as you hum an unknown tune, picking different things up for yourself, and muttering about sizing.

Joel lets out a grunt when you shove something into his chest. 

“Give these to Ellie too.” You say, “In the apocalypse, a girl can never have too many sports bras.” 

He doesn't bother looking at the fabric in his hands, trusting your judgment and simply moving to place it next to the shirts he's already picked up for Ellie. 

The ride back to Jackson is quiet. No teasing words from you, and the horse's trotting fills the silence as a few birds chirp as they fly overhead. 

The fact that you seem content not to mention anything from the past has Joel's stomach in knots. Surely you can't be okay with it all? He's spent the past month worrying about how he'd ever address any of it. 

“We're not gonna talk about it?” He asks

“About what?” You ask “You mean the mannequin? I was just kidding about that, Joel.” 

“About us.” He says quietly 

A beat of silence and then, 

“What do you want me to say, Joel?” 

“Anythin’. Yell at me. Scream. Slap me.” Joel huffs, “Don't wanna spend time dancin’ around our past. Let it all out.” 

You let out a scoff that has Joel's stomach dropping, 

“I don't see why I should do any of that. It was 20 years ago, Joel. I've made my peace with it.” 

Joel looks over at you, taking in the way the setting sun makes your features glow. Your gaze is fixed on the gates of Jackson. They're only half a mile away but they might as well be half a million with the way your gaze is so permanently fixed on them. All of a sudden, you're adamant about not looking at him. 

A dozen things swarm in his mind. Half of him wants to get off his horse, pull you off yours and shake you until you come to your senses, to urge you to put him through the ringer and really let him have it. The other half of him is telling him that you look really good today and that he noticed your bra size has gone up since 2003. 

God, he was losing it. 

So many things that could be said, perhaps should be said yet all that comes out of him is, 

“Alright, suit yourself.” 

For the next two weeks,  Joel doesn't see much of you. Every once in a while he peaks through the curtains of his own home, hoping to get a glimpse of you returning but, he never does.

Ellie of course, takes immediate notice of his window-watching and declares that he ‘has a huge crush on the horse lady next door!’. 

To Joel's mortification, she takes this information to Maria who tells Tommy, and before Joel knows it he's being teased by his younger brother in his own damn home. 

“And she doesn't know anything about you and her?” Tommy asks one evening over a glass of whiskey 

“No. And I'm keeping it that way. So don't go running your mouth.” Joel says glaring at his younger brother. 

Tommy raises his hands in Innocence. 

“If Ellie finds out it won't be from me.” He says, “But she'll find out, eventually. You know that right, Joel?” 

“No, she won't.” 

You spend more time and effort avoiding Joel than you should. At first, you thought you might be able to work around your shared past, but you teased him on your one and only shared patrol shift. But, when Joel asked you to share your thoughts on the past, you had clammed up. It was then, half a mile from Jackson's gates that you knew you wouldn't be able to be friendly with him. 

You didn't know what Joel wanted. He said he wanted you to scream at him, to curse him out about a three-month relationship that happened 20 years ago. And maybe, if he'd shown up a few years back with Tommy you might've. Instead, it's like your mouth has been glued shut about it all. 

Over the past two weeks, your mind had conjured a thousand different things to say to him. Some are full of anger, others sadness. But, you never say any of them. Instead, you choose to avoid him, trading patrol shifts and even taking graveyard shifts at the wall to put distance between the two of you. 

Maria had coined it one day after you invited her over for lunch so you could talk to her about her baby. 

“You're scared.” She said after listening to the way you described not being able to confront him about it.

“Scared?” You scoff as you shove a spoonful of soup into your mouth, “He should be scared of me.” 

“You're scared it'll happen all over again. That he'll leave you like he did back then.” 

Maria was so wrong. Honestly, she was losing her mind. You chalked it up to the baby. Yes, that evil little fetus was probably munching away at her brain to grow its own. Ironic since Cordyceps pretty much did the same thing. 

Scared? You weren't scared of Joel Miller. No, not in a thousand years.

Wednesday, January 21, 2024. A day that Joel was going to mull over probably for the rest of his life. After all, it marked the start of a friendship.

He was surprised to find you already in the stables, ready for patrol for the day. Finally, you'd turned up instead of some random person you'd found to switch shifts with. 

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” He says, the name flying off his tongue before he can stop it. 

You shoot him a look he can't quite place as he saddles up his horse, Turnip. 

“Don't do that.” You huff as you stroke your own horse, Pepper's mane avoiding eye contact with him. 

“What?” Joel asks dumbly knowing full well you mean the nickname he'd let slip. 

How many times had he called you that back in the day? Over the three months, it must've been well over a thousand. 

“ Don't give me little nicknames with that stupid voice of yours and pretend you don't know what you're doing.” You scold 

“Sorry.” Joel sighs, pulling himself onto his horse as you saddle up, “Wait you think my voice is stupid?” 

The day goes by smoothly. No infected or people to be seen. Joel is surprised when you point out deer tracks. 20 years ago you'd shuddered at the idea of blood, now you were plotting the demise of some deer that wasn't even here. 

“It's probably long gone.” He says 

Your face falls in disappointment, “Really?” 

“Tracks are old. There's snow drifts over a few of them too.” He points at the ground to the prints that are further up.

“Damn…I thought I had it this time.” You huff 

“Tracking isn't easy.” Joel says, “Takes time.” 

“Tommy's been teaching me, but I'm not really good at it.” You sigh 

Joel feels jealousy swirl in his chest. What was he even jealous of? His married brother teaching his ex-girlfriend a vital survival skill in the apocalypse? There was something seriously wrong with Joel's brain these days. 

“You're better than Ellie. She wouldn't have even seen the tracks, let alone been able to tell that it was a deer.” 

“So you're saying I'm a bit better than a 14-year-old who doesn't even know what the Internet was?” 

Joel shrugs and gives you a small smile. 

“Thanks, Joel. I appreciate it.” You roll your eyes 

“Anytime, sweetheart.” 

A sharp glare is sent to him and he sits up a bit straight. Turnip snorts as he falls into step beside Pepper. 

“Sorry, I'll stop. I swear.” 

Joel watches as you munch away at deer jerky and dried pieces of fruit. He takes note of the way you practically engulf your lunch. He'd noticed the same thing a few weeks back at the New Years Eve dinner. You'd shoved your entire plate of the delicious ham Maria had made into your mouth in record time. Even Ellie had taken more time to eat the meal and Joel had recently watched the kid eat three cookies in what was basically one bite. 

“Slow down.” He warns “You're going to choke.” 

You look up from your food, staring at him with wide eyes and a stuffed mouth that probably would put chipmunks to shame.

“This is slow.” You say after you somehow swallow it all. 

Joel raises a brow at that. Do you even realize you've put away nearly double what he had in half the time? 

During your time together you'd often reminded Joel of a bird. Picking at different foods and then slowly eating whatever you deem good. In true college student fashion, most of those foods had been pizza and greasy Chinese takeout. Not that he could blame you, he also thoroughly enjoyed both of those things way back when. 

The woman who sits In front of him is not the one he dated as a 35-year-old man. You're even eating the raisins out of the trail mix, and Joel knows you hate raisins. 

“Just…take a breath. Drink some water.” He says, eying you carefully, pushing the canteen towards you. 

You huff and unscrew the cap, drinking a bit before shutting it again. 

“Happy?” 

“Yes,” Joel says 

Back on the horses, Joel notices the way you're looking a bit ill. Your face is screwed up a bit and he can tell you're nauseous. It's from eating too quickly, he can tell. You'd eaten all of your food and then when he'd offered some of his own, you'd enthusiastically taken him up on it. Normally he'd have no issues with it but it was the speed that concerned him. 

“Wanna stop for a bit?” He asked, hoping you weren't going to puke onto poor Pepper's head. 

You nod and quickly dismount from Pepper. Joel ties the horses off on a nearby tree before walking over to you. Patrol be damned, he had to make sure you weren't going to lose all the food you just ate. 

You're curled up on yourself, your head resting on your knees as he sits down next to you. 

“You okay?” He asks 

“Sorry.” You mumble sadly into your knees 

“For what?” Joel asks, “You're doing me a favor, getting me off that horse. My back is aching.” 

“Sorry for being a glutton. I ate all my own food and then some of yours…” You groan, “I'm disgusting.” 

“You're not a glutton.” Joel says, “Being hungry isn't a crime. Just gotta eat it slower. You're making yourself sick.” 

You're silent for a moment, probably weighing your options as Joel runs his gloved hands through the snow. And then, in a voice so quiet it nearly missed it, you speak again, 

“It's not my fault…” 

Joel looks over at you, your head is back up, and you're focused on the threads of your jacket and the way they've begun to pull away from the seam. 

“It's not my fault.” You say again, a bit louder again

“What's not your fault?” Joel asks, unsure of where this is going 

“The doc at the clinic says it's…that it's because of the time I spent with them. It's because of them that I can't eat normally anymore.” You say sadly 

“Spent time with who?” Joel asks 

“Adam. And the others. Especially the leader, he was missing two teeth.” You say, staring at your hands 

“Who's Adam?” Joel asks softly 

He wants you to look at him, even just the smallest glance right now would bring him some peace of mind. This Adam, Joel wanted to know who he was, where he was, what he'd done. 

All of a sudden, you're staring right at him, eyes glossed over with fear, 

“No one.” You whisper “No one at all.” 

May 2017 

Loki had been dead for two weeks. Two weeks since you'd been tied to this tree, two weeks of no food and just stale water poured from the redhead's canteen in the middle of the night. 

The redhead, Adam, pours you water each night after the others have passed out. He's supposed to be keeping watch, not making sure their newest toy is hydrated enough not to die. 

“Slow down.” He says, the back of his hand on your head as he holds the canteen to your lips 

When it's finally empty you look at him. He has blue eyes, something you hadn't taken note of before. 

“You need to eat it. They won't give you anything else until you do.” He advises 

Adam points at your feet where a small bag sits. You know what he's talking about. The leader, the one who reeks and is missing his two front teeth took special care to dry out a piece of your pet. Each day he'd demand you eat the jerky that was made from Loki. 

“I can't.” You say 

“They'll let you starve. I've seen it before with other girls.” Adam says, pulling a piece of the jerky out, “Just one bite, and I bet he'll give you deer tomorrow.” 

“Why should I?” You hiss “Why should I bother eating? So I can be strong for whenever you want to use me? I'd rather starve than extend my time here with you.” 

Adam looks at you, his face unreadable. You watch as he stands back up, backing away from you and your tree.

“Fine, starve then.” 

Another week passes before he coaxes a bite of the jerky into your mouth. The leader sees this, and claps you on the back, 

“What a good whore you're going to be.” 

The next day, a small bowl of venison-filled soup is presented to you. 

Adam spoons it into your mouth bite by bite cooing to you that you're doing so well. 

When you've finished the bowl, you want to ask for more, but Adam has you standing up.  Before you can protest or ask for more food,  your pants have been ripped down to your ankles and Adam takes you against your tree.

Your hot tears begin to dribble down your face as you try to block out Adam's grunts. 

The other men cheer when he finishes.

Warm cum drips down your legs as vomit pools in your throat, you lose the soup and the last bit of your dignity with it. 

Your days are long. You spend most of them on your back or on your belly. The other men are content with this, just wanting the warmth of a woman here at the end of the world.

 The worst of it though is whenever the leader, who you've dubbed the Walrus since no one ever says his name, puts you on all fours beneath him. 

You quickly learn that the Walrus has a kink for pain. Or well, inflicting it. You don't get to see them, but each night Adam cleans your back and inner thighs, changing bandages and keeping the cuts from the Walrus’ knife clean. 

The Walrus also takes delight in giving you what was basically toddler-sized portions of food. A couple of bits of jerky one day, followed by three small spoonfuls of beans the next. He laughs whenever he sees you watching the men eat. He'll say something about women not deserving more than what he's already giving you before walking off.

You swear that you're going to be nothing but a pile of bones as the days roll by. 

At night, Adam feeds you more food. In exchange you let him pepper your skin with kisses. It turns out that if you pretend to like it, not only is he gentler when he puts himself inside, but he'll also bring you more food. 

Some nights you're so full it feels like you'll burst. Adam gets what he wants, a fake lover, and you get what you want, a full belly. 

Winter 2024 

You're silent during the ride back into Jackson. You whisper something to Pepper and Joel finds himself asking if he can walk you home. Physically you're right next to him but mentally? Joel can tell you're not there, you're trapped in some memory, for your sake, he hopes it's a good one. 

He walks you right up to your front porch and watches as you fumble with your keys. He says your name out loud for the first time in 20 years and you're snapping out of whatever trance you were in. 

“I know you don't want to talk about us…but I…I don't want to be a stranger to you.” He says honestly 

Joel can't lose you. He doesn't want to, not again. Fear be damned, he was going to keep you by his side this time. 

“Can we…can we be friends?” He asks slowly 

He can tell you're tossing it around your brain, thinking it over. 

“Okay.” You say after a moment, “We can be friends.” 

Next Part

I hope I was clear enough but: 

For those that can't tell, basically in the current time the reader has a fear of food being withheld the way it was with Adam. The result is binge eating until she's sick from it. She basically views food as a safety blanket of sorts and is scared that it'll disappear if she doesn't consume it. 

And yes, Joel's return into her life will slowly fix this issue. 

Updates are going to be slower since I have finals coming. Hope you can bear with me and please pray I pass my math one. It's a core class and I need her to keep going in my major ❤️

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[delight-angelsbliss]

hey, i hope youre having a good week!!

im not sure if your requests are open but do you think you could write a sonic or shadow x reader whos a type one diabetic? ive seen maybe one other idea abt it for shadow and id love to see people write about it in more detail!

ofc, if you dont write for that, a general fluff for either of the two hedgies will work fine :3

Warnings: mentiones of syringes, not proofread as always

Precis: Hcs for sonic and shadow with a type one diabetic reader + normal relationship hcs

Notes: my cousin also has type on diabetes I found out in 2023 I only get to see her once a year. Ok so when I wrote like (っ˘ڡ˘ς)  that popped up and why r ppl using Arabic for their symbols?? Why is ت a smiley? And ppl complain abt using the Greek alphabet for symbols but then use the Arabic one as if that isn't hypocritical. Also I used what I've seen from my cousin and she used insulin syringes I've heard there r pills but I've never seen them so I hope this was ok! Hey dear keyboard from my mobile? Can you please stop making any simple present into a simple past or past form? 🥺

Sonic

Sonic isn't really good with memorizing reminders, his carefree attitude and fast pace of the world makes his head focus on other things than reminding people of things

But that doesn't mean he won't try to remind you to take your insulin

He isn't really a genius when it comes to health but he knows some of the basics like not using sweeteners or sugar in tea, making sure you always have insulin on hand and to always keep some before a meal

Sometimes sonic has to make himself look away as you pump a syringe inside your body before eating, no matter how many times he gets used to seeing you do that before eating, it makes him so sad knowing you have to do that everyday

It doesn't matter to sonic what kind of illness you have, as long as you're happy and healthy it makes him happy. He loves all his friends and that doesn't mean you'll get the same love, attention and more from him as his partner

Even when sonic isn't there he puts reminders and notes around your phone to remember stuff (even if you don't really need it) Sonic is trying his best but he knows he isn't able to do much that can help you which makes him sad almost everyday knowing he won't be able to take anything troublesome out your life to make it easier

Sonic still tries to be understanding and makes sure to sometimes drink tea without sugar for moral support no matter how bitter

Even if you chuckle, tell him he can add honey and that it doesn't bother you, he still persists as he tries to make jokes to lighten the mood and make sure you don't think about the mountain of syringes pumped with insulin and the lifelong condition you have

He'll make sure you're happy and remember as much as you can, he'll be the biggest help he can be!

︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶

Relationship hcs

Sonic may not have much time to spend but he makes every moment count, or at least tries to. Since Eggman is always plotting something, it is known as Sonic's "duty" to stop him while also keeping his charismatic personality

Some missions last months while some last a day or two, it varies a bit too much but that doesn't mean he isn't always there for you. I've said this before and I'll say it again: just because he isn't home much doesn't mean he won't think about you

His mind always wanders while fighting, thinking of you, at home waiting for him all alone (you're probably not alone but he likes to think so for his own ego) He doesn't like leaving you all alone but it is how it is

When he is at home he always wants to bring you with him outside. Mobius is such a pretty and sunny place so why not enjoy it? We all know he loves to run but he'd adjust his pace to be able to walk with you and listen to your day or whatever you say

We all know Sonic has immense pride and ego, so it isn't a surprise to other when he shows you off and makes sure everyone knows his love for you and the relationship you two have, to sonic, being yours and you being his is like a blessing. Sonic feels luck everyday knowing he's with someone he fully trusts and loves with his whole heart

Sonic knows that he won't always be there, that there's a lurking danger that he might croak during a battle, so he always tries to make the moment with you a good memory

^ he sees it fit to make many dates for the two of you, trying to make the memory one to hold onto, dinners, cuddles, movie nights, deep conversations while on a walk. You name it! He wants to remember his time with you forever and ever, he wants the same for you and he'll make sure it happens

His pet names for you are: babe, baby, my girl, babygirl (surprisingly), my love

Average teenage romance pet names if you get what I mean

Shadow

Shadow is stubborn, quiet and brooding, but that doesn't mean his memory is bad, he'll still be able to remind you daily to take insulin and actually researches what can make your blood sugar worse

He takes your condition seriously and tries his best to be there for you and help you with whatever you need: a ride to the doctors? Everyone get ready and buckle up! Cuz here we go (jay reference)

Shadow might be brooding but that doesn't mean he won't care for you and your health, he's like that with everyone even if he doesn't show it. His trauma of losing others has made him scared to feel that again so he becomes somewhat overbearing when it comes to your health concerns

He'll act like a mother and make sure you always have your insulin and drink tea without any sweeteners, this can obviously sometimes become too much to handle when he berates you for having high blood sugar or something else

The best way to get rid of that is sitting down and talk, listing a few reasons on why you need that overprotective kind of style to stop

Babes I know most of y'all throw an insult and can't make counter arguments but please learn to do that cuz it's a life long skill you'll need trust me

And you'll also need it here to be able to make him see how you don't like this overbearing behavior and nitpicking

If you do win the argument he'll try his best to tone it down, but that doesn't mean he won't stop helping you deal with it all. He's still too afraid you'll leave him one day or croak

Sometimes he just sits on his bed, thinking about you, it makes him nervous knowing you're dealing with something so horrid. We all know Shadow is more of a homebody so he tries to make dates indoors like a candle lit dinner, movie nights, plain cuddling and more!

︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶

Relationship !!

Shadow is very stubborn as we know (ahem idw) but he's still loving and listens to you/your ideas, he's already figured out what it means to lose people and he doesn't want to make the mistake of underappreciating someone again

He still sometimes has some nightmares of losing the ones he loves, including you, which makes him sometimes sleep on the couch as to not disturb your sleep. His nightmares usually consist of some places like the ark (did I say that right idk I blame the German dub) and his time there, when he does have nightmares he's in a vulnerable position, which he does not like at all, it'd best to console him at that time and hold him close while reassuring him you won't ever leave him

He tries his best to complete missions or outings as fast as possible so he can get back to you and do something together, even if it's just cooking a meal

His favorite things to do with you is definitely starting a new show, some of his favorite genres are definitely those crime involved action shows like 9-1-1 or something similar

His pet names for you are: my darling, love, precious, treasure and more stuff that makes you feel like royalty

[butterbeair]

jealousy | March x Farmer (Gender Neutral)

Summary: "Let's stick to what we know. Darcy with her baking and you shoveling dirt." When March finally pushes you away enough to start leaving him alone and he soon starts to realize his days aren't the same without you. This was inspired by this post! I've been thinking about it for awhile and I now just decided to write this, sorry if it's all over the place (':

You knew you weren’t the best chef out there. You knew that but you wanted to try your hand at making sweets and treats to give back to the community that welcomed you to Mistria so warmingly. Even though some may have been smiling politely and deciding that the thought that counts, you knew one person’s comments couldn't be sugar coated.

Making your way to the Sleeping Dragon’s Inn, your bag filled with wrapped desserts as you open the door to be greeted by a lively get-together filled with merriment and discussion. Hemlock greeted you and started to prepare your favorite drink to help relax you from tending to your new farm and people’s requests. You mouthed a thank you as you began to give out the treats you made to the villagers. Eiland a strawberry shortcake with an extra strawberry from your own farm, Juniper with a moon cake you heard her talking about last weekend, and Hayden a slice of apple pie that’s been freshly made. Everyone knew how busy you were but deciding to take the time to cook them something really did make them smile. 

You finally make your way to the bar and stride up to March, it’s his turn after all. He eyes you, seemingly knowing what is about to come as you take out a slice of chocolate cake. You heard from him that he likes chocolate so you tried to prepare this one with a little more attentiveness, not wanting to give him a bad impression on your cooking skills. 

Although March had tried his best to keep you at arm’s length, you never failed to slyly slip through his fingers and worm your way into his heart. Begrudgingly he will keep thinking to himself that any moment he’ll hear the pattern of your boots walking on the stone path before he is met with those eyes that were focused and yet questioning. He would always have to look away first before you could catch on that he was not in fact working but was staring at you. No matter how many backhanded insults or lukewarm compliments he gave you, it never seemed to steer you away from him, and maybe a part of him hated that about you the most. On most days, you would even throw back what he dishes out to you which he would find annoying yet playfully fun. It would make him chuckle at the thought when he was laying in bed for the night as he started to relax from the hard day he endured. You captured and charmed everyone in Mistria and he’s no special. It irritated him but he wasn’t about to succumb to your charisma just yet. 

You press the plate of cake towards him with a nervous smile, beckoning him to try some. March rolls his eyes and puts his first beer of the night down and stares at the cake. It looked edible to say the least, but he was going to save his critiques after he took his first bite.

“This is for me?” 

You nod your head slightly.

“I hope you like it March. I remember you saying you like chocolate so I tried baking this for you.” you tinkered with your fingers, waiting for the anticipation to come. He couldn’t help a small grin let out as he took his fork and ate a small bite. Honestly it was good but not great. It wasn’t as dry as the desert, but it did crumble in his mouth before it could touch his tongue. Past the texture, the cake itself was a little too sweet, some people would probably complain about that but it was fine for him. He definitely had better cake before, more moist and enjoyable, and he was going to give them the proper feedback. 

“Listen, let’s stick to what we know. Darcy with her baking, and you shoveling dirt.”

Your smile instantly deflated as his comment took you back a little. You knew you weren’t a chef after all, and you knew his curtness is a part of his personality, but shoveling dirt really did hurt to hear. He just stares at you holding his breath as he waits for you to return the energy back at him but it surprises him that it never came. Your eyebrows furrow as you look down and away from the blacksmith. You nod your head as you stood there, waiting to see if he wanted to add more but nothing came. You turn on your heels and strut your way towards the Inn’s exit. March notes that Celine caught a glimpse of your face as you walked past her, concern washing over her. She hurriedly follows you out the Inn having the doors close behind them. March sighs, taking a swig of his beer and staring at the cake you left for him. Maybe he went too far, but you never acted that way towards his bluntness before so he didn’t understand the weird reaction from you now. Maybe this would finally give him the space he’s been needing away from you. Now he can hopefully start to focus on his work again without a thorn in his side. A week passed and he no longer heard the rhythm of your boots hitting the pavement or seeing your eyes search for his. At first it was a dream come true, he was finally able to work on his projects without being disrupted and he was able to concentrate. When another week passed, that’s when he finally started to grow weird of this new schedule. He no longer saw you making your way past the blacksmiths heading to the narrows, he didn’t hear your rushed chatter as you make your way from one place to god knows the other, and he definitely didn’t see you on Fridays at the Inn or the Saturday Market. Despite your disappearance from him, that didn’t stop the other villagers from talking about your recent activities or requests completed by you. And when he did catch a glimpse of you from afar, it was either you laughing with Eiland or your arms linked around Celine's. Something stirred in March, feeling a slight twinge of pain in his chest as he saw you become close to the two of them. He would tell himself that he shouldn't care about what you're up to, and that this is what he wanted. This worked for him for a little bit, but he would notice as you rush past the town center to head straight to the Manor House to presumably meet with Eiland for whatever reason. 

March would take a deep breath and roll his eyes, continuing back to his work. As the day would go by, you would leave the Manor House and head back to where your farm is without even a glance over to the blacksmiths. Before he continued to make the last finishing touches to his work, he heard Celine call out to you, and you let out an enthusiastic greeting as you hugged her. He knew he shouldn't snoop, but he couldn’t help himself. He hid by the side of his home and peered enough to see what was happening. After you two hugged, you took your bag and rummaged in the sack and took out an abundance of flowers that were in this season. Celine couldn’t help but stutter and gasp as she took them into her arms and smelled them. You rubbed the back of your neck as you smiled at her reaction, noticing blush on your face.

March puffed air out of his chest through his mouth, annoyed at the interaction between the two of you. He really shouldn’t care. Really. But he couldn’t help but question why his heart started to sting seeing you with Celine or the thought of you with Eiland. How happy you seemed. He hated to admit it but he would come to miss your back and forths and the attention you gave him. He took it for granted, never realizing that you became an essential part of his day. 

So the next day he came up with a plan to try to get you to start coming back around the black smiths again. He knew you couldn’t stay away forever, so he thought he would make use of the request board to ease the call to action. 

Early in the morning before anyone was up in town, he quietly blitzed to the request board to put up his note.

‘By today, I need 5 copper ore. I’ll pay once I see it.’ is what the notice said. It was a simple enough order he thought to himself, he knew you were very capable of getting that much in a short amount of time so he was certain you would show up today to drop it off. He didn’t really have a plan for when you would show up, but he grew antsy on what he would say when he would finally see you. 

So he waited. A while. The afternoon passed by in no time and here he was just sitting on his thumbs waiting for you to show up. Even if he tried to work on his projects he knew he couldn't give it all the attention it deserves while his mind was set on you. 

“Where the Hell are they?” 

He started to grow irritated as he put his day on hold, he thought maybe cleaning inside the smithy’s could take his mind off it. It's something to do at least. Surely they’ll show up soon, he’d just need to keep busy for the moment that’s all. 

Hours pass by and still no show of the farmer and his order. He practically took the day off just to get a chance to see them but to no avail. Feeling miffed that his plan didn’t go accordingly and wasted, he decides to let it go for today and rest early for the night. Hopefully tomorrow they will show up with his order and they can finally go back to normalcy.

The fresh Friday morning came and March was greeted by an unexpected surprise. He didn’t see you there, but he did see his order on the front desk of his shop stacked orderly with a small note beneath it. He takes the copper off of it to see that it was his note he posted on the bulletin board but written on the bottom is a response from you. He flushed a little as this is his first contact with you for weeks now. Rubbing what's left of his sleepy daze from his eyes he focused on your hand writing to see what it said.

‘Don’t worry about it, no payment needed.’

He groaned into the palm of his hands. Were you really going this far to not be anywhere near him? He tilted his head back out of frustration. Besides just wanting to see them again, there's no way he was going to take free handouts when he said he would pay for them. He got ready for the day and decided to go find you himself. He would think you would be on your farm so he made the track over there, being greeted by no one but your crops and the dragon statue that sat dormant. He scowled at the sight of you to be nowhere as he trudges his way up to your home and knocks on your door rapidly. There was no answer, and he didn’t hear or see any movement from inside. He scratches his head in irritation thinking he missed you on your way out. So he heads back into town on his search for you again. Mistria was a small town, so there could only be a few places you can be but yet you were nowhere to be found. 

March was a man on a mission, and he was going to find you one way or another. After searching inside the Inn and the general store, he started to make his way to the museum remembering you were donating new pieces when you could when you weren’t bothering him. He didn't have high hopes but he was still disappointed to see you weren’t there. He also didn’t notice that Eiland was in the corner of the entrance eyeing a painting that was hung up on the wall. Seeing March before he could leave, he greeted him which he then jumped from suddenly hearing Eiland’s calm voice. “Good morning March. Are you here to study some of the ancient metal work on some of these pieces?”

“Mornin Eiland. I was uh..” March stuttered as he didn’t know if he wanted to tell the truth to him at all. He didn't want Eiland to know he was searching for you but he was at his wits end trying to find any sort of clue where you could be. He honestly couldn't push his patience anymore farther than he already has. March sighs as he deflates a bit and just decides to come clean. Well, sort of.

“The farmer, have you seen them?”

Eiland smiles sweetly at the mention of you, looking away for a second before making eye contact with March’s gaze. March inspects Eilands face and notices the slight red on his cheeks and doesn't appreciate the fondness that he wears thinking of you.

“Ah y/n! We actually had breakfast together at the Inn earlier. We were talking about their recent discoveries at the mines and how they’ve been digging up a lot of artifacts and ore.”

March scowls at the image of you and Eiland together side by side, thinking he’d just missed you this morning when he was either sleeping or getting ready for the day. Eiland takes notice of March’s short fuse and chuckles lightly at himself. 

“Do you know if they're going to be at the Inn tonight?” 

Eiland shakes his head, “I don’t think so. I think they’re mostly going to be in the mines today gathering ore for an upcoming project they've been talking about. Which is a shame, I was really excited for them to be in this week's campaign of dungeons and drama.”

Ignoring the last bit of what Eiland says, a sudden idea comes into his head. Eiland notices March became more alive at whatever crossed his mind and he couldn’t help poking the bear a little.

“Do you need them for something important? I could tell them you stopped by looking for them.”

“Don't even bother.” March groaned,”anyway thanks Eiland. I'll be on my way now.” 

He hurriedly rushes out of the museum before Eiland can pick at his brain so more. Even though he didn't find you there, he did come up with a plan that could work only tonight. He was gonna settle this weird cat and mouse game and go back to his normal routine once and for all. 

It was early morning when you went to the mines and late evening when you exited the caves entrance. You were exhausted as you pushed deeper into the mines day after day, hoping to ease your curiosity at when the end of the mines would greet you. You started to appreciate that the mines was a place to let out your frustrations and wondering thoughts that plagued your mind. 

You weren't necessarily over March's comment on your baking, but you were trying your best to give him and yourself space after being humiliated. You didn't really want to see him after that, fearing he'd find a new thing to jab at your side to keep pushing you away. Your face burns with embarrassment as you recall his words and his face that occupied with it. 

“Listen, let’s stick to what we know. Darcy with her baking, and you shoveling dirt.”

You really wanted to get over it as it upset you that he had ripped such a reaction out of you but you knew this would take time. You hated that your feelings were engraved deeply at the thought of March when he wasn't even nice to you majority of the time. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and it so happens it wants that asshole blacksmith.

You exhale your exhaustion dragging your bag full of ores to the black smith's. It was Friday night and now would be a great time to use the anvil without seeing him there. You knew he would be at the Inn by now drinking maybe his third beer, happily drunk and delirious. You smile a little at yourself recalling how much more lively he is under the influence but harshly reminded of the memory of the look on his face as he brought up Darcy's baking. You never knew you were the jealous type until he compared your baking to hers. 

You respected Darcy’s cooking and baking skills, but to just be compared to anyone when you’re still a novice really did sour the mood of things.

“Damn it. Damn him.”

Leaving those thoughts behind you slowly stray up to the anvil and peek from afar to see if anyone is home. The lights were off from the inside besides a couple of lamps so you figured you were in the clear. You tossed your bag against the smithy's wall as you heard the clunking of the rocks jumble around in your bag. You push the sleeves up your arms and start sorting the ores you needed to make ingots out of. You were too lost in thought trying to get ready when you barely heard the shop's door open and close and calm footsteps coming your way.

March sees you bent down over your bag as you count the silver ore you were preparing to smelt. His heart stops for just a second as he sees you here, finally. He felt relieved but it was quickly washed away by all the frustration and annoyances of tracking you down and having to miss out drinking at the Inn just to finally talk to you.

“Where the Hell have you been?” March chides as he sees you jump out of your skin at the sudden voice.

You stumbled to your feet as you turned to see the man you’ve been avoiding ever since the incident. You truthfully didn't want to see him, especially tonight, but you couldn't ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach at the man you’ve dreamt of holding you is now staring at you with those same intense eyes he always adorns.

“March, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the Inn?”

“I live here.”

“Yeah okay, but you're not gonna drink tonight? You're not supposed to be here.”

March scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Again, I live here. I've been having a hard time focusing so I'm trying to catch up on some work here.”

You nod at his words, suddenly feeling your fight or flight instincts kick in. You decided you would have to plan to smelt these ores another day. You start to pack up your bags while your back is turned to him trying to avoid his icy glare.

“Sorry I didn't know you were still using this. You can take your forge back, I'll come back another tim-”

As you picked up your bag off the ground getting ready to leave and before you could finish your sentence, you saw a strong arm blocking your exit. You press your back against the wall, shocked at his bold movements and to try to give you and March some space as he blocks your way. He stares at you, his face burning hot from his own blush that even the night couldn't hide. 

“Where have you been? I see you’re spending your time with everyone else but you’ve been avoiding me. What's been up with you?” 

Any other time you'd feel the need to tease him back for being nosey but considering how close you two were that feeling never came to light. You couldn't help but to freeze as you stared back at him as his intensity grew by the drawn out silence.

“I've been busy working on the farm and-”

“Cut the crap y/n. I know you've been avoiding me. You've been giving me the cold shoulder. What's up with you?”

It was your turn to furrow as he was going on the offensive. 

“What does it matter to you?”

“It doesn't matter to me. I just want to know what your deal is so we can go back to normal.”

“Everything is fine March, I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Bull. You have time to pick flowers for Celine and have breakfast with Eiland but you can't take the time to hand me the ore for my request? You just gonna leave it on my counter without letting me know or even pay you? You don't even look in my direction anymore.”

It was your turn to scoff.

“Are you upset that you don't have my attention anymore? Can you be any more jealous? Why do you even care huh? You make it obvious that you can't stand me or all the olive branches I hand out so I'm doing us both a favor by burning this bridge.”

“You're being unreasonable, you can't avoid all your problems in the world, so stop hiding from me!” 

“Just say you miss me and I’ll think about coming arou-”

March groans as he shoves his face towards yours in a passionate heated kiss. Both your teeth clashed as the kiss was full of pent up feelings you didn't think he had in him. You once again freeze at his sudden movement as you stare at his shut eyelids. You couldn't believe that the man who captured your heart, the one you'd never believed who would reciprocate your feelings is finally kissing you. 

Before he could part away from your lips, it was your turn to grab the front of his shirt to bring him back down for another kiss. You hear March groaned at being manhandled, feeling sparks ignite in his stomach as he kisses you back with a more feverish desire. 

You grip onto his shirt more, trying to pull him as close to you as possible, not wanting to forget the feel of his lips against yours. March's hips dig into yours as he grounds you against the wall of his workshop, afraid that if he gives you a little space you would run and hide from him again. You snake your arms around his waist up up towards his back as you turn your head to deepen the kiss more. 

Although March wasn't the most experienced kisser, at least he knew the basics and how to make you melt. He cups your face with his hands so you couldn't pull away from his kiss until he was ready. You began to feel more lost in his hold the more your lips danced with his, but those feelings of hurt were still heavy on your chest. You didn't want to stop but you needed to let him know how you felt.

“You're-”

Kiss.

“So mean-”

Kiss.

“To me.”

March places one last kiss on the corner of your lips before he stares into your eyes noticing the hint of sadness and confusion. He knew that he was a very complicated person, and because of that he would push people away. But you were the only person who tried to make it through his rough exterior to get to know the real him. Maybe it was about time to give you some grace.

“I’m..sorry. I know I can be a hard ass, and I never truly mean to hurt you. It’s just hard to get to know new people.”

“We’ve known each other for over a year, can’t you trust me a little bit more that I won’t just ditch you and Mistria with all its problems?”

March glared down at you, “you’ve been avoiding me for how long now?”

You push on his chest to get a better look at his face, “only because how many times have you been an asshole to me?” 

March snickered at your retort, reminding him of the backtalk he missed from you so much. 

“Right. Please just give me more time. I…really don’t want to lose you… to anyone.”

Your gaze widened at his vulnerability. The moon deciding it was your turn to show how much your face was burning shined down onto you. March’s gaze for once softened around your presence and that alone made your heart soar higher than before. 

“I’ll try if you stop pushing me away so much.. I can only handle so much rejection and embarrassment.”

March nods and dips to you again for one more gentle kiss before it was time to call it a night. He steps away from you and picks up your bag before he starts to head inside his shop with it.

“Hey uh, that’s my bag?”

“Yeah I know. It’s so you won’t go running off on me again.” 

You chuckle at his unusual way of keeping you close. He sure was being clingy in an indirect way that you couldn’t help but find adorable.

“I’ll take care of this ore for you. Just come see me tomorrow, please.”

You beamed a smile at him before closing the distance once again and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Alright. Let’s talk more about this tomorrow.” 

March hums before closing the door behind him leaving you to make your way back home. 

This night may have not fixed all the problems between the two of you, but at least there’s some clarity on how March thinks of you and you find that a big accomplishment on its own. Time will tell how things will work out, and you’re just hoping it’s in both your favors. 

[ruruumin]

15 - underlying meaning

today was a warm and sunny day. the clouds were out of sight and the sun was beating down on your skin. it felt a little too perfect. you sat on the outside tables in front of magnolia, sipping on your drink while you and collei waited for nilou and aether to return with snacks. she was wearing a pretty, white lace sundress and birch-wood cardigan over it. cute and simple, the best way to describe collei and her radiant smile. 

she raises her hand towards you, speaking to you through sign language. 'has been a long time. you and aether have been busy.'

you wave her off with your hand, a sigh coming out of your throat. “yeah, i’m sorry about that. i’ve just been caught up with so much stuff that i’ve been losing track of time. i’ve been showing up to class later than i’d like, and on some days i just end up skipping entirely.”

she gives you a reassuring smile. 'i’m not disappointed. last week i've been finishing my lab. but that sounds bad. wanna talk?'

you stare down at your drink, pondering if its worth telling collei the truth. how would she react to your interaction with alhaitham? hey my ex-boyfriend who broke up with me over text, suddenly shows up at the same cafe as aether's date. and he proposed that we work together so they can get together. god, when you say it like that, it's awful.

you lock your jaw. she’s never met him, only heard about him in passing through aether and nilou. maybe she’d give you an unbiased point of view. you know aether has a strong disliking for the silver-haired man. nilou had classes with him before, thought he was just quiet, until she heard about what he did to you. collei could give you the most unbiased opinion out of everyone.

and despite this rationality, you aren’t sure. you don’t want to worry the rest of your friends. you don’t want to bring up your love life anymore than you did in the past. you still remember the night aether called you, the way your voice cracked and trembled as you sobbed uncontrollably, and how nilou and collei stood on the sidelines, unsure of what to do. they gave you the space you needed. you just don’t know if you want to go through that heartache again. let alone put your friends through it.

your thoughts were cut short when nilou approaches the table, smiling and waving to collei. “when is the last time we met up like this?” she asks, crunching on the crisp exterior of her taiyaki. the custard filling was warm and sweet. and she was thankful to have had the day off today because she couldn’t take eating another dessert filled with extra sugary strawberry fillings. 

both of them sat down at the table and you were quick to grab your snack. aether sat beside you while collei and nilou stayed close. 

“it must be tough having to help a certain someone with his suspiciously good love life.” her eyes trailed over to aether, who was absentmindedly sipping from his straw. he was pretending to daydream in a middle of a conversation.

“are you talking to me?” he replies, jokingly rubbing the inside of his ear with his pinky. “wow isn’t this matcha the best thing ever? so good, i can’t believe i didn’t try this sooner, (name) you should totally order this instead of your jasmine milk tea 75% sugar and less ice.”

“okay, you did not have to say my entire order out loud,” you roll your eyes. your reply causes him to pinch your thigh, a yelp coming out of your mouth before you slap his hand. 

“you’re such an ass!”

collei smiles, 'aether needs help, no? two months ago, he almost dated ayaka. he's been through many relationships. what makes kaveh so different?'

aether places his head down on the cool, glass table, mumbling, “well hes the only person i didnt have to help or save, so it just feels different having someone like you without you doing shit for them… or whatever.” 

“she can’t read your lips if you put your head down,” you say, pinching his ear, “i can’t quite hear you, want to speak up big boy?”

he straightens out his back, looking at you with a twitch in his eye, he speaks slower so collei could pick up on his words. “he’s the only person i didn’t help. so it feels different having someone care about you without them being in debt to you. it’s just… different.”

“besides, we should be questioning you instead. you should be the embarrassed one. if i saw my ex out in the wild i would have punched him square in the face. don’t tell me you got too swept up in his pretty looks to say anything rude?”

“oh yeah? how come you didn’t do it when you saw scaramouche? that guy treated you like shit when you first met and then he cozied up to you on my couch! my couch!”

“well he’s a changed man, if anything, i fixed him!”

“i don’t think having sex on my couch counts as therapy!”

“we did not have sex, only heavy make outs. and look whos talking, remember when you were in the backseat of my car with albedo?” 

nilou lets out a long, exhausted sigh. she forgot that everytime they go out together, she should expect a bit of bickering between you and aether. and while it may annoy or confuse other people outside of your group, she and collei know how charming it can be sometimes. she hasn’t seen a pair so close before. you and aether have some sort of freakish telepathic connection that lets you know what’s wrong with each other (if only this extended to arguments, the world would be at peace).

“don’t think i didn’t hear those face-sucking noises of yours! shame! shame on you!”

you gasp, “how dare you slutshame me!” 

“fuck you i hope when you order your jasmine milk tea 75% sugar with less ice they give you more ice and more sugar!” 

“now that’s going too far!”

collei taps on the glass table with her nail, knocking you and aether out of your petty banter. 'stop fighting, especially not in public. kaveh might see!' aether looked back at you before letting out a huff. you both roll your eyes while murmuring apologies under your throats, knowing well on the car ride back it’ll continue. the effort was enough to make collei clap in glee though.

so what happened between kaveh and aether? it sounds like it went well but i need the inside scoop.

“nothing really, i don’t think you missed much collei,” returning back to the topic at hand, you stir your drink with a straw. “they had their first ‘date’ at nilou’s cafe. they probably talked about how boring aether’s outfit was because he wasn’t wearing that yellow sweater vest. things were going well until…” 

nilou nudges your elbow, “he showed up.”

'he? you mean...' collei looks up at you with concern laced in her eyes, 'he did what?'

“more like said,” aether interrupts. “did he apologize about what he did to you last year? or should i be the one to beat his ass for you?”

'no fighting!' collei waves.

“look, he didn’t say anything, really.” you force a smile. “we just talked about school. caught up a little bit and that was it. besides, as much as i want him to apologize to me, i know that won’t happen. he’s not that type of person.”

“i don’t know (name)...” nilou presses her lips in a thin line.

collei pats your hand, giving you the same warm look she always had in her eyes. 'everything will be okay. we are here, if you need. don't worry.'

aether, on the other hand, doesn’t seem quite as convinced. his eyes were laser focused on the crinkling of your nose and the distant expression you had. he’s known you long enough to tell that the absent stirring was a sign there was something more. he doesn’t want to put you on the spot with collei and nilou, but he can’t help it. he feels as if there is something on between you and alhaitham that he doesn’t know about.

and the thought makes his stomach drop. 

you continue with the conversation as normal, laughing about how aether needs your help out of everyone for love. you talk about how disappointed you were not being able to see him dress up more. nilou is still chewing on the tail of her taiyaki while collei nods to your story.

aether is biting the inside of his cheek, listening as a good friend would. he needs to stay focus on the conversation. he shouldn’t think too hard about it. if you said it was just school, then it should be left like that. there is nothing going on between you and alhaitham.

and if there was… what would he do?

₊˚ ♡ masterlist | previous + next.

synopsis; when your friend aether calls for help in his budding crush on his senior kaveh, you're forced to confront your ex-boyfriend by means of playing cupid.

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[heylittleriotact]

snippet sunday (but monday, because it's a holiday)

Still plugging away at the next chapter of i heard people are dying to get in here. Hoping to have it ready this week. But here's an appetizer in the mean time.

Sorry I've been so quiet/inactive lately. Super busy with work/life/etc. I miss you guyyyyys <3

The hours ticked away filled with delicious drinks, festive music, and a sumptuous cheese fondue shared at the table in the breakfast nook. Emmrich had wanted to set the sprawling ebony dining room table for their dinner due to the holiday, but Rook insisted on the smaller one: it was more intimate - simpler… the way she liked it.  

The name of the game on Wintersend was killing time with your loved ones until midnight, or more precisely - the middle of the longest night of the year. The darkest hour. The blackest day. But on the other side of that twelfth chime was change: the infinitesimal tilt in the planetary axis towards a day that would not be so dark, and a sunrise that would appear only a few seconds earlier than the last, over and over again until the pendulum swung the other way and there was more light than darkness in a day.  

A cyclical reminder - held dear by Nevarrans - that harkened to their deeply rooted appreciation for the order of things: life and death; the changing of the seasons; and the sanctity of the Great Mysteries beyond their knowledge or control.

The stroke of midnight also meant gifts - it was considered bad luck to exchange them any earlier in the day.

Try telling that to a five-year-old who’d spent the entire day getting utterly wired on sugar and anticipation - Rook remembered being small and chomping at the bit before she could even tell time.  

“Soon?” She’d ask her Dad from her cross-legged vigil in front of the digital clock on the VHS player in their living room.

“You asked me that thirty-seconds ago,” he’d laughed. “The number hasn’t even changed. It’s still 10:21.”

Things were quite a bit different for a twenty-five year-old who was desperately in love and well into the third bottle of wine that had been opened and shared that night.

She was oblivious to the clock on the wall behind her that read 12:07 as she straddled the skinny hips of the man who’d opened and poured the wine, making out with him like their lives depended on it, their most recent hand of Wicked Grace forgotten on the table behind her.

Emmrich was fucking garbage at cards.

The least she could do to take the sting away from his fourth consecutive loss was give him a kiss - he was so graceful in defeat… and everything else.

She whined against his lips, both her hands woven in his hair, kissing him ardently as he clutched the table with one hand to keep the chair they both occupied from tipping backwards due to her enthusiasm.

He just looked so sad...

How could she not plant herself on his lap and lick the frown off his face?

She coaxed a muffled and rather surprised grunt from him when she rolled her hips against his. His fingers tightened on her ass and he flinched slightly, jolting the table and causing the Bordeaux in their glasses to sway.

He seemed to summon the willpower required to pull away from her at last, and looked up at her, head tipped back enough that his lips were out of her reach.

“Don't you want to open your gift, my dear?”

When he looked at her like that - down his nose with half-lidded eyes… a bit smarmy… no. No she didn’t.

“This gift?” She purred, hand resting over his semi-hard cock.

His head tipped forward, and a few strands of hair that Rook had disheveled slipped over his brow. “As deeply flattering as it is to know that I’m all you wanted for Wintersend, I did think to buy you something that falls outside the definitions of carnality.”

“Shame - I was gonna give you sex for Wintersend: a hard, sloppy fuckin’.” She clicked her tongue and shook her head. He pinched her side and her foot jerked up so hard it hit the bottom of the table. “Ah! Fuck! Asshole.”

Emmrich reached past her to steady a wobbling wine glass. “Careful, darling. Wouldn’t want to make a mess, now would we?”

“‘Wouldn’t want to make a mess’,” Rook parroted, doing a ridiculous imitation of Emmrich’s voice, letting out a clipped yelp when he dug his fingers into her side again, taking full advantage of the exact spot he knew was incredibly ticklish.

“Keep that up and I’m not giving you your present at all!” She panted.

“Ohhhh - so you did get me a gift?” Teeth flashing as he went to tickle her again and she batted his hands away.

“Well… I got one for Manfred. He’s been such a good boy, you see.”

His hand stilled. “Did you really?” 

“Of course I did. Can you imagine being subjected to those sad green eyes while he longingly watches us open our gifts? I can be bitchy, but I’m not mean.”

“Rook…” a sappy smile pulled at his lips. “That’s incredibly heartfelt of you. You didn’t have to.” 

“Don’t thank me till you see what it is."

"Oh dear."

"Don't worry - it's nothing too dangerous." She slid off his lap and straightened, grooming some of his hair back into place simply to enjoy the softness of it again. "I'll go get it... and I suppose the thing I got for you too..."

[short-honey-badger]

Haven't even seen the live action yet but Shanks has a hold of me. Enjoy some braintot! Also! I forgot to add that this was definitely inspired by @meeplaws post I found the other day! Saw it again and wanted to give them that credit!

Ps. I have more in store soon! Hope you like a good Ole fashioned Daddy kink!

Warnings!: Breeding Kink. Gaslighting. Shanks isn't very nice in this. Dark!Shanks. Possessive behavior still fluffy and plenty of smut.

Previously Wait No More

Masterlist

No One But You

Shanks rolled his eyes when you continued to ignore his welcoming call from his place at the bar. He'd found you once again on a small chain of islands outside of the Sabaody Archipelago after you had run away from his proposal to come with him and join his crew again on the last island he had made port at. But Shanks had found you, just like he always did.  

The Yonko smiles when he recalls how the two of you met. Shanks had saved you from some sleazy old man trying to buy you a drink on some island he had forgotten the name of some six years after losing his arm to save Luffy. Shanks couldn't put into words why you had caught his attention and held it. Maybe it was the way you dismissed him whenever he found you again. No one said no to Red Haired Shanks after all. No one but you.

You pretend that you haven't heard the redhead call your name and continue on your way back to the hotel that you'd rented for the night. However, you don't get very far before a familiar oppressive presence appears by your side. He wrapped his arm around your waist and swung into your field of view to give you a drunken grin, "Told you that I would find you, Sugar," he purred in greeting.

You sigh and attempt to shrug him off, but the Yonko just tugs you closer, "Don't know what you're talking about, Shanks," you quip. You are aware of how attractive this man is, but you also know that nothing between the two of you could ever end well. There was already a target on your back since he could never leave you alone.

Shanks scoffs and moves your hair away from your neck with his nose so that he can leave a trail of kisses along the sensitive flesh, "Don't play dumb, Mama," he murmurs and sucked an easy hickey on the side of your neck while his hand dropped down to squeeze your ass, "I know you're a lot smarter than that."

You wince at the harsh treatment and try to pull away again, but the pirate captain just tightens his grip on your hip and turns you so that you can see his face and the mean grin full of teeth and dark promises he saves just for you, "Not this time, Sugar. I'm not letting you go this time."

Panic floods your system, and this time you start to struggle against the Yonko, but it all is just a useless endeavor to fight someone as strong as Shanks. You are captured with nowhere else to run, and you can already see the freedom you have slipping away like grains of sand through your fingers. 

The Yonko scoffs again and then turns the two of you around to lead the way back to the Red Force and then inside the captain's cabin. He didn't want to be disturbed by anyone, nor could he have you trying to run away again.

Inside the cabin, Shanks takes your right hand and presses kisses to each of your knuckles and then does the same to your other hand. You are taken aback but his sweet behavior and wonder if you could have been wrong about the redhead, "I've wanted you for a long time, but you know that already, huh," Shanks says your name like a sin and a shiver runs up your spine at the breathy sound. 

The Yonko pushes you into his bed and admires the way you look all spayed out on his sheets. He climbs over you, lean frame settling on your hips and Shanks grins down at you, "Gosh, You're so beautiful, Doll," he murmurs and reaches forward to brush your hair away from your flushed face, "And now I don't have to wait anymore."

You cover your face with the crook of your elbow to hide your embarrassment. You don't want to watch anything of what happens next. Shanks laughs at you but shrugs. He was confident that you would like everything that he wanted to do to you. 

He shimmies down until he sits on the bed between your legs and then hooks his fingers under the hem of your shirt. It's tossed to the floor and Shanks admires your exposed tits, "No bra? You dirty girl, " Shanks teases and then pinches your erect nipple. Your leggings and underwear are next, the pirate ripping the fabric in his haste to get them off you. You lay bare under one of the most dangerous men in the Grand Line and shiver at the power that rolls off him in waves.   

You bite your lip to suppress any noise you might make. You refused to give Shanks any kind of satisfaction... which would prove to be your undoing.

With ease, Shanks flips the two of you and manhandles your legs so that they sit on either side of his face and then leans in to press kisses and bites to the inside of your thighs, "Ah, this is a much better view," he purrs and you stare down at him with wide eyes. He grins at your shocked expression and then proceeds to flatten his tongue and lick a stripe over your entire cunt. 

"Sh-Shanks!" You shout a bow forward, hands landing on the fluffy pillows that support his head.

"Yeah, Sugar?" Shanks asks innocently and cocks his head like he was confused why you had interrupted him, "Something the matter?" 

Before you can even think to answer, the stupid man dives right back in, tongue wiggling to stroke over each fold and crease with a hum of satisfaction. He ignores your clit for now, wanting you to wait for the best part just like you made him do for six years. You get wet fast, and Shanks realizes that he could spend eternity between your legs, pussy drunk for the rest of his life. 

"Gosh," Shanks breaths when he finally comes up for air, "You taste better than I could ever imagine, Mama," then he is right back down, groaning almost louder than you are as he focuses on how much you leak for him. 

Shanks eats you out like a man on a mission, sighs, and moans leaving him as he laps at your core, sucking and pulling at your lower lips to the point his entire lower face is drenched in your slick. You are overwhelmed by his attention, mouth open in a silent moan as you clutch at the pillows and his red hair for dear life. His hand tucks under his ass and lifts you with ease. Shanks fucks in and out of your hole with his tongue, lowering you and helping you spear yourself on his tongue. 

The Yonko doesn't stop until he can feel your thighs shaking around his face, and he slowly lowers you until you rest on his chest. His lips come away from your pussy with an obscene slurp then he is wrapping them around your clit. His tongue curls around the swollen nub and suckles gently and your hand clinches so hard in his hair he knows that you came away with some of his red hair.

Shanks suddenly pulls away with a lewd pop, resting his face on your thigh and staring up at you with a blissed-out expression. His dark eyes shine with his feelings for you, and you can't sort through the mass of emotions that swirl in his depths. You wouldn't call what the captain feels for your love, but you could see affection there, but the man just seemed satisfied, as if was truly happy to have finally gotten his way after so long. He grins and kisses your thigh, "You should see yourself, Babygirl," Shanks coos and then makes a show of licking his lips clean. 

"F-fuck you, Shanks," You hiss through your teeth and do your best to avoid his taunting gaze and satisfied gaze. 

Shanks laughs, "That's the plan, Doll," he says and then delves right back in to eat you out to his heart's content. He loves the taste of you on his tongue and the way your thighs keep clinching around his face. He doesn't stop until you are quivering above him, legs quaking and arms shaking from holding yourself up for so long. Your pussy aches from his nonstop attention, but Shanks still hasn't let you come. 

"Sh-Shanks, please," You whine softly, breaking the silence of the room. You bring yourself to look down at him and damn him if he doesn't have that innocent look plastered all over his face again. How can he look like that after spending god knows how long between your legs? 

"Yeah?" The pirate draws it out, tone all childlike as he grins up at you with delight shining in his dark eyes, "Please, what?"

You sigh through your know harshly and glare down at him. Any embarrassment you had previously disappears in your rising frustration, "Make me come!" You nearly shout at him. Your face burns and your chest heaves as you stare down at Shanks. 

"Can do, Mama," Shanks purrs and then he was flipping you again. Your hips are propped up by a mountain of pillows and Shanks settles back between your thighs. He balances on his knees and leans forward to suck your clit into his mouth, hand inching forward and two fingers stroke your soaked hole. A groan leaves his throat when he presses in, and Shanks marvels at how tight you are. 

He begins a steady rhythm and a mean laugh erupts from his chest when the Yonko glances at your face to see that you are watching the way his fingers disappear in and out of your cunt. His hand glistens with your cream and the room echos with lewd sounds that come straight from your pussy. The more Shanks watches, the more he begins to wonder. 

Shanks suddenly leans up and into your face, "How many other people have seen this pretty pussy?" He asks and you can hear the displeasure in his voice. You try and cover your face but you can't with how close Shanks is to you. You recognize the intimidation tactic, but it still works and you quickly stop. His hand has slowed to a stop and you look up to see him frowning down at you, "Be honest, or I'll stop."

You doubt he would ever stop now that he has you, but you know better than to not answer him, "Two others," you say so softly that Shanks almost misses what you say. Rage thrums in his chest at your admission. How could you? You knew how much Shanks wanted you, see how he chased after you whenever you ran away from him. He's protected you from some sleazeball more than once before they could even become a problem, and this is how you repay him? 

The Yonko breaths deep and then starts up the pace he'd had just a second ago, "What are their names? When did it happen?" He asks and keeps his voice casual even though he knows that his haki has slipped, making the cabin feel oppressive. 

"I ah-haa don't remember," You lie, and the second those words leave your lips, you realize your mistake. You should have never even thought of trying to lie to this man. 

Shanks rips his hand from your cunt and your jaw is being snatched, held tight between calloused fingers as he forces you to stare up at him, "Think real careful about lying to me again, Babygirl," He rumbles and his tone is dark and furious. You can feel the jealousy dripping off Shanks at just the thought of you sleeping with other men. Despite your feelings for the redhead, you can't help but feel a little flattered. Your face is squeezed and you are reminded that Shanks still wants an answer. 

"Edward was the first, two years after we met," You breathe when he relaxes his hand on your jaw. His fingers find your core again and he sits back far enough so that he can watch the way your pussy sucks his fingers right back in like they belonged there. He rewards your honesty with a particularly hard thrust of his hand and grins cruelly when you gasp sharply. He wants so badly to just sink his cock into your tight heat, but he needs to see this through. Needs to make sure you know who you belong to. 

Shanks nods once so you swallow thickly and continue, "Navine was eight months ago," your tone is thick and guilty and you wonder when Shanks had started to make you feel bad for him. Maybe it was the way he looked at you. Even now, as you spill your sex life to him, Shanks looks at you as if you had hung the moon and stars in the sky. But behind that, you can see hurt there, betrayal even, and it makes your chest tighten in unpleasant emotions.

"All those years," Shanks speaks and he is monotone at first, but anger and hurt begin to leak out and you tremble in the face of it, "You could have been sailing with Me, but instead you wanted to be out there, spreading your legs like some common whore."

Shock courses up your spine and tears spring to your eyes immediately. Never had the Yonko spoken a harsh word to you in all your time knowing him, but it still surprised you with how much it hurt. You are crying like a baby before you know it and you bite your lip and clinch your eyes as that would be enough to stop the hurt from consuming you. 

"I was good, ya know?" Shanks continues and his pace becomes rough. He couldn't let you just forget about this. He wanted you to feel the way he felt, "I didn't touch another woman the entire time, but you? Shanks lets out a dismissive laugh, "You couldn't keep your legs shut."

A sob breaks through whatever defense you had left and you reach for him, hands clutching at his back and shoulders as you whine and cry. He was right. How could you have not seen the way the Yonko cared for you? 

"I-I'm sorry, Shanks," You whine low and it sounds pitiful and like music to the Yonko's ears. He leans into your touch and soaks in the way you clutch at him. You feel awful for throwing his obviously real feelings in his face time after time. For sleeping with other men instead of Shanks, the one who had chased you all the way from the East Blue, "I'm yours, Shanks. I won't run again."

And just like that, the man you have always known is suddenly there. He lights up in childlike delight, smile beaming and he leans down to press the sweetest kiss you've ever reviewed to your lips. His fingers curl and brush against that sweet spot hidden deep within you, and you groan, mouth opening just enough for the Yonko to shove his tongue into your mouth. You kiss him back, sucking gently on his tongue as you grind down on his hand. 

Shanks breaks the kiss, though he doesn't go very far, "Oh, Sugar," he coos and kisses your tear-streaked face, "Say that again for me, won't you?" 

You nod easily, "Yours, Shanks. No one else's," You murmur and you don't see his victorious grin that lights up his face., "I'll join your crew." 

Fuck! That he had not expected, but like hell would he complain. He slips his hand out from between your legs then grabs your face and crashes his lips into yours with a low whine of his own. He shoves his tongue deep, sliding over your teeth and flexing against your own so much that saliva wells up and spills over, turning the kiss into a wet mess. 

He releases your jaw to grab his pants and shove them down far enough that his cock springs out. He shuffles forward and nudges the head against your soaked lips. Shanks takes his time, sliding his dick through your lips and making sure his length is coated in your slick. Once he deems himself slicked up enough, Shanks lines up and sinks himself balls deep in one harsh thrust. 

You yell his name, mouth dropping open as Shanks takes everything and more that you are willing to give him. He is loud, grunts and moans spilling out of his throat as he loses himself. You are perfect, so tight and warm around his cock that he never wanted to leave. Shanks ruts deeply, grabbing your leg to lift it over his hip so that he can sink impossibly deeper. Your cunt flutters around him and he slides his hand up over your leg and hip to your stomach where he begins to gently press down. The extra pressure has you throwing your head back in a sigh and Shanks grins meanly down at you. 

"Feel that, Mama?" He pants out and presses down harder so that he can really feel the way he moves inside you, "Better get used to it, 'cause I'll never have enough of this sweet pussy." 

His pace suddenly becomes brutal and you are reminded that Shanks had not had sex with another woman the entire time he'd chased you. You clinch around him at the thought and then pull him down so that you can press kisses to wherever you can reach. You had a lot to make up for, and you wanted to let him know that you were up to that challenge.

Shanks shifts again to get a better hold of your hip and he fucks into you with reckless abandon and you are so so close, you just need a little bit more, and then you would be there.

The Yonko must be able to sense your thoughts, for his hand finds your clit and his thumb begins a fast pace. You don't last long, especially with the way Shanks leans down and whispers, "That's it babygirl," he angles his hips and strikes that spot again and you see stars, "Come all over my cock." 

And come you do, with a cry of his name, you clench around his cock and gush around him, staining your thighs and the sheets below. Shanks ruts into you, chasing his own release with your warm body that still clings to him. He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you tightly as he finally comes with a whine of your name. 

Shanks pumps you full, the man so pent up from waiting that he has an obscene amount of his come leak out of your fucked out hole. You sigh at the feeling of it sliding down your thighs, but Shanks is shaking his head, "Uh-uh, Mama," He coos and your eyes widen when he pulls his cock out. He scoops up his spend and then proceeds to shove it back into your fluttering hole, "We can't be wasteful." 

He doesn't stop until he's stuffed as much of his cum back into your cunt as possible and then his fingers stay there, massaging your gummy walls until another orgasm rises up and shudders through your body, "Look at that, so proud of you, Sugar," He coos down at you and you don't know how to feel about the way his praise makes you feel giddy inside. 

A yawn breaks you out of thinking about your complicated feelings, and Shanks begins to move you off the mountain of pillows and into a more comfortable position. He shucks his clothes off and doesn't worry about cleaning up. He wraps his arm over your waist and snuggles up to your back, a grin on his face at getting to be the big spoon. He kisses the back of your neck, "Get some rest, Babygirl," he whispers and your tired body is already half asleep so you don't feel the way his cock hardens against your back, "We are far from done."

[leggerefiore]

cw: short drabble, comedy, Volo antics

pairing: Volo/Reader

You had heard of the joke that modern food may kill a Victorian child and decided to take it to someone of that similar era. Granted, he was not a child, and you truly wondered if anything could kill him. You approached Volo with an energy drink in your hand alongside a fast food burger. He looked at you strangely. At first, there had been something antagonistic between you two as he knew that you knew he was up something and what he had done in Hisui. Yet, you never made a move to reveal his true nature to anyone. No, instead, you seemed to act eerily buddy-buddy with him. Something that he had to match lest he draw suspicion towards himself.

“I've brought you gifts,” you offered him the drink and food. He stared at you. If he had wanted anything as a gift, it would have been an abacus, you knew. “I think you need some modern food to try.” He sat down at a nearby table with you, eyeing the burger suspiciously. The bun was lifted to observe what sat under it. Lettuce, cheese, pickles, and a few sauces. He cocked up a brow. None of these were familiar to him. The meat was something he cared less about. Eating strange things to survive was not so uncommon in Hisui. He lifted the burger to his mouth and bit down. You wondered what his reaction would be. Chewing for a few moments, he determined the flavour.

“It's fine,” he spoke after swallowing, “Thank you for the meal.” You shrugged. Of course that would not get to him. Well, the cheese might later. Showing him how to open the energy drink, you watched as he brought the can to his lips. His eyes went wide for a moment, but he managed to swallow it. “… I'm fairly certain you just made me drink acid,” Volo replied, “… It tasted like pure sugar and burned. I do not think I would enjoy that over water.” He took another sip. Then, he focused back on the burger. You waited for anything to happen. Nothing did.

“… Would something spicy catch you off guard?” you sighed, wanting some kind of intense reaction. Volo lifted a brow.

“… You lived in the Hisuian era,” he remarked, “… How is this any worse than medication of the time?” You wanted to scream. He was right. There was a certain something in potions that made them more “effective.” He ticked his tongue. “My, my, how forgetful,” he leaned over the table towards you, “Maybe I should take you back with me?”

You swallowed.

Part of you did not want to deny him.

[mirrorball-leclerc]

paint the town red - part three

FERRARI IS BACK BABY!

series masterlist

peter parker added 8 people

peter parker anyone have oscar piastri's number? this is for research. ALSO, CAN WE BRING BACK THE BLACK FIRE PROOFS??

carlos sainz you're a strange child.

harley keener that's what i've been saying since we met.

bianca stark-potts peter, let it go.

tony stark i don't know if it's still a joke or if you're being serious about it.

peter parker it isn't for me, it's for ned.

bianca stark-potts BULLSHIT!!

peter parker i'm in love with him, mj understands (i think)

arthur leclerc i too am in love with oscar piastri, we kissed one time. charles leclerc it was for a video, and you didn't actually kiss. arthur leclerc but i wanted too.

peter parker but think about it, i get oscar to fall madly in love with me, i take the competition out at the same time.

carlos sainz you think oscar is the only competition we have?

peter parker well no, i can send the avengers after the rest. like what’s max verstappen gonna do against black widow? or lewis hamilton against bucky barnes?

ollie bearman right i forget you people know the avengers

tony stark i am the avengers

arthur leclerc no, you’re iron man. the avengers are the entire team.

peter parker realistically speaking the only one able to take an avenger on would be toto, and i think he could only take on rocket or groot.

arthur leclerc the fucking raccoon?

peter parker he gets defensive when you call him a raccoon.

bianca stark-potts right, who gave him coffee? he only brings this type of shit up when he's had sugar.

charles leclerc it was an accident…i did not know he would get like this. and he made those eyes!

tony stark he does that a lot.

arthur leclerc one could say it was an inchident?

charles leclerc ARTHUR I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL YOU harley keener THIS IS GOLD!! I'VE HIT THE GOLD MINE!! ARTHUR LECLERC YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE NOW!!

harley keener fucking snitch, parker

bianca stark-potts peter had coffee, well if what charles drinks is even coffee. it's pure sugar.

harley keener facts.

natasha romanoff again, aren't you people supposed to be working?

harley keener considering seb and tony are busy scolding peter and charles for the coffee thing, we're good for now. also, carlos left to pick up our lunch it was his turn today.

steve rogers peter drank coffee? i thought that was banned at the paddock??

bianca stark-potts it was, but charles wasn't here the day of the wall-climbing incident. therefore he didn’t know what would happen

bucky barnes did he not know peter was spider-man?

harley keener he did because we told him, carlos, and seb first. however, we never went over the rules

sam wilson i guess it’s time to break out the peter parker handbook again

tony stark aren't you two supposed to be working? focusing on the upcoming race?

bianca stark-potts i'm trying to mass send the peter parker handbook to everyone.

harley keener i'm currently watching old C2 videos.

sam wilson lord help all the fans who are counting on you two idiots to deliver a decent car

bianca stark-potts WE BUILT A FUCKING ROCKET SHIP SAMUEL!

BAHRAIN 2024

scuderiaferrari CHARLES LECLERC P1! CARLOS SAINZ P2! IT'S A FERRARI 1-2 IN BAHRAIN MOTHER FUCKERS!! THAT'S HOW YOU KICK OFF A SEASON!! CONGRATS TO SIR LEWIS HAMILTON FOR HIS P3!!

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ferrari 1-2 here in bahrain! ferrari is back baby!

the only way to kick off a season is with a 1-2!

SAUDI ARABIA 2024

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¡leclerc-s speaks! this is what i wish the 2024 season would look like for ferrari but who knows if we'll ever get that. on the brightside only two more races left with the sf-23 and then we can finally throw that shitbox in the trash can, where it belongs. (note: the drivers on the top tweet are as follows: lando, esteban, max, and george.)

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

I just made myself a cup of a new tea, one from a set that a friend sent me. I was super curious to try it with and without milk in it, so after I take a sip without, I'm going to add milk to my tea.

That may seem like such an inane little story to post on a blog, unless you have an eating disorder. I'm sure many of you know what a big deal milk in tea can be, and what an important act of self-love it is.

It was poured into many of our ears, approaching teenhood in the mid-2000's, not to "drink our calories." For those of us whose restriction was weight-based, many of us practiced filling ourselves with water, with our coffee black and unsweetened whether that was how we liked it or not, and with tea that never contained milk.

Like many people who've struggled with binge eating and with restriction, I struggle with creating anxiety-inducing rules about when is okay to eat, especially if I'm between meals and worrying if I should allow myself a snack, or if it's okay to quench my thirst with anything other than water. This is especially true between meals. For some reason my brain has accepted the "extra" caloric intake as part of a meal, but still balks at the idea of introducing these things independently into non-meal parts of the day. I would like to note that my chronic illness and my body's reaction to food has also influenced this weird relationship between me and my favorite treats, such as a piece of candy, or a beverage that might happen to contain a greater-than-zero calorie count.

But tonight, before bed, I want to try this tea. And it sounds like one that'd be super tasty with milk, as it has cocoa powder and vanilla in the blend. So I let my tea cool in the room with me as I type this, telling myself that I can get up and go back for milk after I taste it.

Now I have gone to the kitchen.

Now I have poured in a splash of milk and tasted. It's soy milk, as regular milk sometimes hurts my stomach and I don't want my sleep to be disrupted. Due to my chronic illness, this is still something I have to think about, and I'll be honest, I hate it. Things like this make it so hard to tell myself I can let go of my food fears, because my brain knows that some of my food fears will turn out to have validity, and so what if they all do?

Now I have poured in another splash. Tasted.

Now I have poured in a third, much larger splash. Tasted.

Oh, this is it. This tea tastes like a warm dessert. But now it's too cool, so I need to microwave it back to its best heat. I used to not want to microwave my food. As a teen I heard a hippie say that microwaves destroy the nutrients in your food because the radiation breaks down their molecular structure. This is absolutely false. In fact, it's been disproven that microwaves break down nutrients any more than other methods of heating food, but for a long time I believed it. And even after I learned the truth, I still found it hard to convince myself it was okay to use microwaves for a very long time.

I have just finished my tea in my room. I took the time to identify that I wanted it. I took the time to truly taste it in several different ways, consider how I felt I wanted it and bring it to those specifications. It wasn't planned for any specific time or day, but I agreed to give myself this the way I wanted it anyway. I've been drinking my coffee with milk every morning, too. I actually like black coffee, but I like it better with milk. And I give myself things throughout the day that I enjoy, to enhance my experience of my existence. Life is hard, and it's okay to allow yourself, to the fullest extent you can, the small joys that bring you through the day.

I wanted to share this with you. I hope you don't feel the crushing weight of morality when staring at a bottle of regular soda and the sugar-free, when you wake up with your morning coffee, when your self-care regimen includes a cup of tea. I hope you practice actively giving yourself the love you need this week. And I hope you give it to yourself exactly the way you need it.

[deadpool15]

Sugarbaby vibes ✨️

I walked out of the fitting room wearing the shit Chanel set. Let's be honest I looked to fucking die for, but once I saw the price it looked mid. Of course I wanted it and speaking of price it's Chanel what did I expect. If anything I suggested, let's go thrifting, as you can tell I didn't grow up with money. I'm still trying to get used to living this life now, it's crazy hoe just last week I was struggling to afford a pack of fucking Ramen at the convenience store and now I live in a penthouse. Your girl did, in fact, come up in life. You all better be proud. All thanks to the one and only Bada Lee.

Bada is about 28, and I'm 22, so there is a slight age gap if you care about any of that. Shit I didn't. I just needed someone to pay my bills. How we met it quite an interesting story if you think about it, I mean, I didn't sign up for a sugar mama like on the weird ass movies or stories you see on Wattpad. I was, in fact, working as a waiter in this high-end restaurant with might I add a shitty pay. Why are we serving all this expensive ass shit and in only getting made a few bucks in an hour? It's giving slavery, and not mentions my boss who, like most men, convince himself within the 3 minutes of hiring me that I was destined to be his furtre wife and the mother of his children as he call it. If you wanted to know what crazy looks like, we'll Mr. Kim is a prime example.

But we are getting of topic. See, I don't wanna tell you about my overly obsessive ass boss. I wanna tell you about the women who turned my life around. Serving tables is absolute shit, especially when no matter how rich one is, they never tip. "Hey Blue, bossman says he needs you at table six." I turned around to my partner in crime, Leslie. I'm happy to see her until I realized what she said, "I'm on break, though, like all these people around here . Can't he bother someone else." She gave me a sad smile and shrugged, "no, you know he likes to watch you suffer, because he expects after a while you will give in and let him take you out on a date." I stare at her with disgust.

"Yea, never mind your you're right. I'll take my chances with the wolves again. I'm just get going. If he asks again, make sure to tell him I chose getting screamed and yelled at my rich elderly woman over acknowledging his existence. " I hurried and jog off before she could say anything, grabbing my notepad and pen out of my pocket I had towards table six. With the biggest fake smile on. The love I have for these customers is crazy.

I stand there saying my usual line in the most chipper voice one can muster, whiteout even looking at the person sitting down in front of me. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I'm blue and very happy to serve you tonight. So what can I get, you folks?" I hear someone speak before muttering something about how I'm pretty, then I finally gather the courage to look up and see a group of women. All dressed to perfection, clothes tailored just to fit their figure. Those majority of them look around my age or slightly older. After a moment of being caught in a daze while overanlyzing them, I turn to her the tallest one of the bun speak up. "I would like to have a water to drink and just some shrimp pasta."

I make eye contact with her and my God. This is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life. It almost feels like i should have to pay a fee to look upon her face. My stare moves down to her lips and not e how nice and pump they are. I would kill to suck on those lips, to feel what they tasted like even. I realize I've just been staring at her while the rest of the women have spoken uo about their order already. "Oo, I'm s-so sorry." I state being an absolute nervous wreck while looking down at my notepad. I hope she didn't notice that. "It's fine, sweetheart," I heard the girl that was referred to ad Lusher somewhere in the conversation state to me. I hurry up and excuse myself to go get their orders. She keeps staring at me, bitting the inner part of her check. Eventually, they leave after a while, leaving a $200 tip for me. I almost couldn't believe it. This I'd the first time someone has ever given me that much money as a tip.

After a while, the girl continues to come to our little restaurant. Same table, same confidence aura and everything. She makes it seem as if she is trying to just get something to eat. We continue to see each other even after work. She would pop in on my breaks, and around the time, I would clock out. She was intimidating. I'll get her that. I spoke with class, and her vibe just let you know she had money. And it seemed she had her eyes on a certain girl. Me. Though, after beating around the bush, Bada told me exactly what she wanted. "I want to take care of you. You'll never have to worry about a single thing when you're with me. Or lift a finger. Give you the life you deserve, baby. I mean, you are a cute little waitress, but you can be so much more. Why waste your time when you have me. Just say the words, and I'll take care of you."

Some might've immediately said yes, and to be honest, I would've to. Until Bada told me there were rules. Which did kinda throw me off a bit. I mean, I thought I had the whole idea down until well, I realized I didn't. It wasn't just about the money it was the pleasure. How much would she give me, and fuck did she give me a lot. Well lived by only a few rules, but Bada took them very seriously.

Rule 1: Don't question anything

Rule 2: Don't talk back

Rule 3: Don't touch yourself

You should've seen the look on my face when I heard the third rule, I mean, at the bright age of 22, who the hell doesn't masturbate. Literally made no sense to me until she tried to explain it further. "I give you pleasure. I'm the only one who should be touching you. I'm general baby. You belong entirely to me. That's how this works. Therefore, you shouldn't be doing anything without my permission cupcake." After finally going over the terms, I agreed in the end. At the end of the day, I was a broke college student who desperately needed the money, and Bada just so happens to be the sexy older one willing to give it to me. In a sense, I was happy with my current predicament. My life was going well. Now, back to what I was saying earlier.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Sometimes, I forget that I can look this good. "Yea, ayye, get it, girl." In the process of hyping myself up, I finally hear a voice speak up from behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. "I'm glad you like it, baby. It does look good on you, I told you I have an eye for beautiful things. I mean, just look at my baby girl." She says while holding on to my waist, kissing my neck slowly. I smile for a while until I realize what she is doing. "Baby, we are in public, a fitting room at that. We aren't doing that here," I say, trying to be firm while avoiding her glaze in the mirror.

"What did I tell you about saying no to me, huh? Do you make the rules?" She forcefully grabbed my chin when she caught on to the act. She grabs my breast while still making eye contact with me in the mirror. "That's right, just stand right here, ok? Gonna be my good girl, right?" I stare at the door, thinking about the people outside that will hear us. While I'm thinking about them, Bada moved the hand that was holding me under my top, slowly circling my right nipple. "Gonna be good, right?" She asks again,she never has enough patience to ask again. It seems she is being nice today. I nod my head at her question this time.

"Word babygirl, I need to hear you. Let them hear you. Just stop all that thinking for me." I whimper at her words. Finally, forgetting about the staff in the store. She moves her hand down my body, teasing me with her pace. "P-please, I'll be g-good. Gonna be so good for you." She smirks, looking down at my face before moving her hand towards my soaked pussy. "Always so f-fucking good for me, aren't you? My precious little baby. Just needs to be filled, like always." I look into her eyes in the mirror about to answer her before she insert a finger into me, all while still playing with my breasts. She knows my body like the back of her hand. Doesn't even have to try to find the spot.

"Yea, right there, come on. I can't hear you, baby girl." I know exactly the game she is playing at, but I can only stand there moaning like a bitch in heat being held on my weak jelly-like legs as she adds two more fingers. While she grinds her hips into me, fuck those bloody dancers and there hips. "Y-yes y-yes... shit o fuck right there". She just smiles at my reactions. Assuming to her if anything. "Were gonna buy this little outfit, then I'm gonna by 28 fucking more just to fuck the shit out of you in them. And you gonna let me, aren't you?. Gonna take it like a good girl who just needs her holes filled, right?" I shake my head, screaming yes over and over again while nodding profusely. Seems that's the only word my brain can come up with as she starts to suck down on my neck leaving marks while circling my clit with her thumbs. And she still continues to thrust those same three fingers in and out of me ob command.

"Fucked you dumb, aww that's adorable baby. But we just started, " She says while smirking, and I stare at her in a mix of fear and pleasure. "Now open those legs wider for me, baby girl."

[stareiiez]

𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 --- three.

simon ( ghost ) riley x female reader.

content : dark?? ghost. fingering. orgasming. voyeurism. modern settings. mentions of stalking. obsession. drinking. sex. female genitals. unhealthy attachments. violence. blood. implied death. blood. smut in later chapters. dark topics. this is just my version of haunting adeline but for ghost. adult cis female reader. MDNI. 3.9k words.

note: FINALLY we get to the beginning of the juicy bits. Rip Graves. I never liked him anyways :o. reblogs and notes are always loved and appreciated!

The number of times you were right, was very slim to none. You were right about hot tea being nothing but assaulting to your tastebuds the few times you tried to give the drink a chance. You were right about how stupid politics, and the government were just how they chanted about making your country amazing and equal again. You were right about how hot cocoa and hot chocolate were two different drinks. One was hot milk and cocoa powder, while the latter involved actual chocolate being involved in the process of making the delicious beverage. You were lastly right about seeing Graves again. Manifestation and crossing your fingers had nothing on your ability to predict that you'd manage to get the man into your home and sitting across from you.

A cooling mug of bitter coffee sat in the curve of his palm while he laughed over the details again about the night he first saw you at the club. Thanks to the help of a flirty intoxicated Izzy, she left yours as well as her and Veronica's numbers written on a liquor-damp piece of receipt paper for Graves' boys to fight over who could have whom for late-night hookups if they so wanted. Graves had called you during your lunch break at work, somehow he had known in the universe that you were thinking about him to take the time to call. You never answered unknown numbers, but this time you had. Your cheeks flushed when you heard his drawl over the phone's speaker. His tone sends your heart to flutter in its trapped cage of your ribs. Your coworkers must have thought you were weird for smiling and giggling like a schoolgirl who was talking to their quarterback crush over the phone for the first time.

You two had chatted about the hour break you had during lunch. Your three-day-old takeout leftovers were left untouched in favor of flirting with the man and trying to work out a day and time to have him come over for a cup of coffee as an excuse to catch up on the missing details of the rest of the night. The sound of idle laughter filled your home's warm living room/kitchen area. You covered your giggles with your coffee mug while Graves went into detail about how he found his friends' clothes missing after Izzy and Veronica had convinced them to skinny dip in the pool of the Air B&B the boys were staying in for however long. Their clothes were hidden among the crooks and crannies of the house while the boys played drunk Marco Polo in the pool temp water.

Veronica and Izzy had soon left them after that, miraculously striding out of the home just as Graves had been dropped off by his Uber. He graciously bought them both a ride home, none the wiser to the panicked voices of his friends outside in their rented pool. "I've never seen anything quite as pale as the White Sands in New Mexico than Ox's bare ass streaking through the place trying to find his clothes. " Graves laughed over your small giggles the image had brought both of you.

Comfortable silence lingered between you two as you both sipped from differing tastes of coffee. His eyes never left you, nor did they hide the way they watched your throat move as you swallowed a mouth full of overly sweet coffee and cream.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I never asked my guest." Graves' eyebrows rose when you set your mug down, a change in your expression caught his attention. You were now standing. Coffee mug drained to bitter grounds and sugar granules. The stain of your lipstick imprinting on deep green ceramic. "If he wanted a tour of my home, you've been here for an hour but your story was so funny I didn't want to interrupt. "

Pretty blues swept over your small place. A lofted house isn't much to get lost in, but there was more to just a chic-looking home in the middle of nowhere. What's he got to lose? A pretty woman taking him on adventures that would give him excuses to have his hands on you so you don't stray away. Count him in. "Alright, darlin'. " The harsh push of his velvet-lined barstool squeaked against the floorboards when he stood to rise as well. An arm extended in such a gentleman-like way, offering it out to you. As if he wasn't charming enough for someone you've known for a night and one day.

His muscles were strong against your smooth skin when you wrapped your arm around him. Ignoring the flush threatening to surface on your cheeks from the smell of his cologne teasing your nose, you guided him to the backdoors of your home. French doors opened to greet you with the interior of your large greenhouse. Your aunt sure had a green thumb in her youth, and nothing was more convenient than having nature practically share doors with her. In honor and overwhelming gratitude you had for her giving this house to you, you decided to take up the art of gardening and plant caring. You weren't the best at it. Then again you just moved in and you only started with little seedlings of seasonal flowers and already potted house plants. Veggies and fruits were another challenge you'll learn after you can manage to not overwater or uproot your aloe vera plants for the third time in a month.

Outdoor paper lanterns cascaded in swoops over both of your heads. It cast a warm, soothing glow that contrasted your evening's dark, rainy gloom. Rain splashed down on the thick glass of the greenhouse; only achieving a cozier feel to your little slice of nurtured nature. Plush loveseats of dark and white colors decorated the corners of the space and openly invited you two to sit down and chat more with one another. Thankfully, Graves had better ideas and had plopped himself down into the dark green loveseat. He practically sunk into rich velvet, as he dragged you by the arm you linked with his, downwards. You didn't have the chance to protest or even outright gasp when your back collided with the strong contours of his chest.

"It's lovely. " Graves' hummed into the curve of your ear. His blue eyes fell from the stoic gold lanterns above you, to now the curve of your neck. He couldn't help the temptation of leaning in to place his lips against sweet-smelling skin. "But. I have something lovelier." His voice husks out, words muffling into whispers against the back of your neck.

Ample kisses, slow and steady cause rows of pinks and reds to bloom along the thin skin. His large hands settle on their rightful place on your hips. Just like those nights ago, they decide to squeeze and paint beautiful bruises under the fabric of your short skirt. He's a multi-tasking pro for letting his mouth ravage the curves and bends of your neck with his hot tongue and lips; while his hands decide to paw and knead the more tender flesh of your inner thighs. His large palms cover your thighs so nicely enough, that they ward away the chill of the falling rain outside solid glass windows.

Your head falls back onto the curve of his right shoulder. The angle is a little uncomfortable and hard to get used to, but it's so worth it when he licks a wet stripe down the slope of your exposed throat. Your breath hitches. Cheeks flush a cherry red when you feel his lips curve against your wet skin from your reaction. Sure, thinking about picking up where you last left off wasn't in your mind when you decided to invite him over. You couldn't even begin to predict how a simple chat over coffee, would lead to those rough hands pushing your skirt up enough to let the smooth planes of your panty-covered mound. Both the forest's and Graves' hungry eyes soaked in the black satin underwear you wore. Thank god for doing laundry before he came over, or else he would have seen the crustiest pieces of fabric that were held together with two pieces of thread and a wish. The storm outside had taken the chance to have thunder drown out the deep bellow of a groan from Graves' throat at the sight. All for him. Only for him in this moment, and by God was he glad he didn't decide to go fuck some other chick than follow through with your plans today. He was so lucky.

So lucky in fact that his luck happened to attract another lucky individual to this show you and him were putting on together. You really should consider where you were and who could be potentially watching you getting your panties ripped off of your thighs and tossed in some random direction.

The fold of Simon's hood shrouded his face in black shadows, but it didn't obscure the sight of those thighs parting at the large palm that encompassed your clothed cunt. Hidden lips curved into an amused smirk when he watched you start to hump the stranger's hand. His fingers tingled at how your pretty spine curved upwards, lips parted in silent moans that he would burn down cities just to hear on repeat. Such a pretty thing you are, letting yourself be touched in ways that only looked like soft-core porn compared to what images were running through his fucked mind right now.

The grass squished under his boots, imprints of his soles pressing the greenery into perfect evidence that he was watching. It wasn't hard to find you if you were to find these footsteps later when you're doing your yoga outside in the afternoons on sunnier days. It's not hard to run through every single female owner of your type of branded red car. He found the name and credit card information that you used to buy your vehicle too pleasantly quickly. Child's play as Alejandro liked to say with bright white teeth and brown eyes winking in mischief. He knew your age, your blood type, your eye color, home address, date of birth, fuck even what size of bras you like to wear. It's especially easier to have someone hack streetlight cameras, and every building that owns security cameras, to watch your car drive through empty city streets to get home. Fewer cameras, and less technology surrounding your dusty roads home. He's a man with connections, thank the stars for the 141 and Alejandro's buddies. He'd kiss the man on the mouth with ruddy tongue and all if it meant getting to watch you get off for his eyes every single night.

The humidity in your greenhouse seemed to kick up a notch when your cunt made the filthiest noises against the grooves of Graves' palm. Your breaths were storm clouds of lust and babble of pleas that rained down over your heads. Your moans were thunderous claps of straight energy that made your ears ring and muscles string taut with arousal that pooled warmly in your stomach. Graves' touch was the strike of lightning hitting dry trees in your barren forest. His fingers were electricity that curled through sopping folds to press against your G-spot and alight you with hot flames that crackled and popped under your skin. It was everything that led to a disastrous wildfire that overtook your body and made your legs snap wider when you burned hotter and hotter in his hands. Your body danced and wriggled under his strong grip. Graves was the idiotic man that made this wildfire of yours worse, he was the one to pour gasoline on your inferno when his thumb rubbed hurried circles to your clit and watch you fall apart in crackling embers of charred wood and soot when your body couldn't handle its heat any longer.

The evidence of Graves' arousal rubbed against the swell of your bare ass. Rough denim chaffing silky skin a blushed pink. He wasn't giving you much of a break to let your thoughts become coherent. The sight of his slick-covered index and middle finger scooping up your sweet essence and shoving them in his mouth only encouraged the aching thrum in your belly to begin all over again. You could taste yourself on his tongue when greedy hands wrapped around the back of his neck, and you forced his head to bend down to sloppily kiss you over your shoulder. Tongues swapped spit and remaining salty tangy slick that stained Graves' tastebuds happily. It wasn't even qualified as what your kisses were at this point. It was heavy petting of flicking tongues and hungry moans into the hot caverns of your mouths'.

Between the heavy petting and Graves' shameless rutting against your ass. One of your hands crept behind and between your writhing bodies to fumble blindly with his zipper. His moving hips aided in his zipper pulling down. The release of pressure made Graves groan out in relief, his head falling back with a sigh; allowing your spit-covered lips to press wet kisses along the column of his throat as best as you could at this angle.

Just as your hips had lifted to allow yourself to finally spin around and pull Graves' jeans off his legs; a loud bang echoed over your lustful activities and the thunderstorm outside. It sounded like someone or something had made an impact with the curved glass of your greenhouse. Whatever it was, it was heavy and had enough force to send both of your gazes to the direction of where the noise came from. Graves stood up from his loveseat, eyes still shiny with desire. Jeans threatening to fall around his ankles comically. "Probably a stupid deer. Things run into your damn headlights if you drive fast enough." His voice drawled out to the back of your head. Too nonchalant compared to you. You would jump at any loud noise or shadow if it was too scary-looking.

Blame it on the realistic horror movies that get put out nowadays for your fear and paranoia. "You sure? It doesn't sound like it was a deer. We'd hear it scream or cry in pain." Your head whipped around to look up at him. Shoulders taut once more like they had been when you were alone in your car and found that flower in your passenger seat.

A snort left the man. A shit-eating grin threatening to overtake kiss bruised lips. He found this hilarious. Much to your annoyance, he was going to patronize you like you were some kid afraid that there were monsters in your closet and under your bed. You could tell the next words he'd utter would turn your mood sour in an instant.

"Awh, lil darlin' afraid of a big bad buck?" You were right. "You want me to check it out, sweetheart?" Yes. No. Yes. Maybe? You've got to be overreacting, right?

Your round eyes and shallow breathing were much of an answer to him than if your pretty mouth had opened and half begged half whispered for him to go see if some brain-dead animal had rammed its thick cranium into your glass window and killed itself willingly. A shake of his head and a small breathy chuckle left his lungs. He fixed his pants with an amused sigh. "Suit yourself, darlin'. Wait right here. Won't be long."

His steps thudded out of your greenhouse, and back into your home. You could hear your front door opening and closing. You could hear the muffled stamping of his boots walking down the couple steps of your front porch. It was so quiet if you had the will and ability to, you could hear the crunch of dirt and gravel crunching under Graves' soles. Instead, you were deafened by the trickling of rain and the occasional clap of soft thunder that rumbled in the distance. You stood there, waiting and listening. Two minutes went by. Then another minute passed. Then another; and another; and another. Five minutes, you stood there. Skirtless, with your slick cool in your goosebump-flecked skin. Graves wouldn't take that long to walk around your property, right? He's not an idiot to go wandering into your forest at night and lose himself in the thick canopy of branches and pine needles. He was just going to go around the side of your home and check out the perimeter of your greenhouse. It doesn't take five minutes to do that. You would know, you've done that a couple of times in the past to embrace the outdoors on your yoga mat.

Hastily you bent over to collect your discarded panties and skirt. Heart skipping a beat here and there while you got dressed. The uncomfortable stick of your panties to your lower lips made you shiver in more than just fear for your sanity. You were becoming too aware of how alone you were and how long Graves had been gone. You swallowed, fists clenching at your sides. Damp palms being creased in half-moons from your fingernails while you turned your head to gaze outside to the dreary moonlight night. Your mouth opened, nerves steeling for your voice to call out to Graves.

What didn't come out of your parted lips wasn't Graves' name in a questioning manner, however; but a scream that was ripped from your shaking lungs when lightning ripped seams through the sky and illuminated the very large handprint spotted with watery crimson that stained your glass wall temporarily. The quick flash of bright light had you screaming for something far different than what you wanted to be screaming for that night. Awash tiny rivers of red and the imprint of a stranger's bare hand had been more than a sign to ditch waiting around for Graves to show up. Your heart had leaped into your constricted throat as you bolted into your living room. The door separating your home and the greenhouse was slammed behind your body. It was hard enough to rattle the frame and the wall of your house.

Sweaty fingers fumbled blindly in the dark of your home to turn the lock on the door. Your breaths were harsh and coming out faster and faster. In some fucked sense, you wanted to scream out in the open that you were right once again. You were always right. You were scared out of your god damned mind, on the verge of having a panic attack but you were right. Graves was out there. Maybe that was his handprint on your glass and some animal had decided to hurt him for making fun of it. Maybe it wasn't an animal.

Your mind screamed logic and facts. It couldn't have been an animal. Animals that were killed were noisy to some degree. They would snarl or cry out before attacking their prey. It would have made Graves scream in pain if he got bit or ripped apart in the jaws of some bobcat or wolf if they even have those where you live. If the forest surrounding your home was even home to such dangerous creatures that stalked around your home every night. It had to be something human. Someone was out there. A homeless man crazed on drugs and was able to hurt some innocent person for the money in their wallet just to score a new high. Maybe a serial killer who got off on killing vulnerable people who were out in the dredges between night and evening; just waiting to bury their blade into their victim's throat and hack away till they were lifeless and bloody on the ground.

You spun around on your heel, pressing your spine against the sturdy wood of the door. Something to help you ground your senses and coax the terrified screams that were clogged in your esophagus. The back of your head thunked back, your eyes squeezed shut. Just breathe. You can focus on trying to breathe even if there was some knife-wielding maniac perusing around your estate just waiting for you to be dumb enough to go after Graves in hopes of finding him. You weren't stupid, sure a little dumb at times, but not stupid enough to die like every annoying side character in a slasher movie.

Inhale. Exhale. Tick tick tick goes the clock hanging above your head.

Inhale. Exhale. Ba-dump Ba-dump Ba-dump goes your heartbeat that slows microscopically. Good, progress.

Inhale. Exhale. Open your eyes and look around to find the cellphone you left on the counter next to your coffee cup so the cops can come and save you.

Inhale. Exhale. Feel your entire face go white and mouth open in silent screams when you find a lone red peony placed right on top of your phone screen. Your stomach twisted in knots over and over again till everything in your gut curdled. Next thing you knew, you were vomiting in your kitchen sink from adrenaline and fear. A slurry of coffee and lunch and breakfast painted the sterling silver tub.

This isn't happening. There's no way that this could be happening to you. Some sick freak that not only broke into your car but now your house and could have hurt Graves just to leave behind flowers for you isn't possible. Yet the chill of the now-becoming night air only confirms your delusions into a sick reality. Your head turns over your shoulder, not bothering to rinse your mouth out. The whites of your eyes threaten to pop out of your skull when you see the front door is wide open. Blooming constellations and the expanse of your dirt road greet your bulging eyes. Again, does your heart race ever faster, the color and feeling in your entire body threatening to drain at a rapid state that leaves you uncoordinated.

With legs equivalent to jelly, you cross the expanse of your small home. Eyes trained on the young night sky that taunts you with its ever-calm presence. Even if your world is starting to crumble and fall into ruin, the sky and gentle breeze in the air remain ever the same as always. You told yourself you wouldn't be the dumb blonde that wanders out and gets killed by the crazy slasher in movies, but yet you find yourself standing in the open doorway. Your eyes can't focus on staring in one place for long. Always flicking in every direction at the smallest of noises that nature makes. Your ears strain for the crunch of footsteps that are somewhat human. Your fluctuating pupils fought to try and find the silhouette of a man out in the growing shadows between the thick bark of the trees. Still, you could find nothing of the sort, no crazy killer. No dead body of Graves strung up in a taunting manner there to haunt your dreams for the rest of your life.

However, what you did find when your head had tilted down just enough, was a crudely carved ' S ' in the painted black steps of your front porch. The ragged edges and points of the single letter tarnished your quickly dissolving sanity, your home, and your plans for the rest of the night. The single letter stared up at you for just a second later. That was until you turned tail and retreated into your home, the front door slamming shut behind you, so you could finally call the cops.

[norriszn]

MAX'S TWITCH STREAM: TARKOV | gremlin lando bullying max december 23th 2024 warning: that lil guy is still yelling like a man possessed part one here to be continued...

full transcript down below

lando: (have) you eaten and drunk, connor? connor: what did you say? sorry. lando: did you eat and drink? connor: did i eat and drink when? now? lando: in the game. connor: oh, no, i didn't. good point. lando: yep. that's my point. yep. connor: thanks for letting me know that. thank you for screen watching. lando: you’re welcome. i'm not even screen watching, i'm eating my fucking burger. connor: thanks, bro. bk: you’re just not predictable, he’s saying. lando: i just know you'd forget it. max still forgets it (UNPROVOKED) so i'm like… max: what do i forget? what do i forget? connor: to eat. max: well, i don't, do i? lando: not in real life, you knob (OMG CAN HE STOP TALKING PLS). that’s quite a good one. that was quite a good one. max: that saying definitely works for orangeman (connor tarky character) connor: i've lost 10 kg, mate. calm down. max: yeah, 30 more to go. lando: what the hell, man? that's horrible ! max: you're being horrible ! (divorceeeee) lando: how?! (the gashlighting) max: telling me i don't forget to eat. lando: you did not forget to eat. connor: can somebody bring me some food, please? can you mute yourself? i don’t want to fucking hear you (it's what's max deserved tho) lando: yeah, shut the fuck up mate. lando: bankai, do you mind bringing in an iskra, please? and some food. coke or something. i'll get it. i'll get it lads, all right? all right, i got you, bro (he was so wasted) connor: probably can't see his screen. bk: i was away for one second. lando: fucking hell, you better be happy now, connor. that is an expensive little fucker. connor: boy, how much was it? lando: 120k ! connor: shit. lando: i've already done it. bk: all right. that's all right. - max: right, for this raid, let's all use indoor voices. indoor voices. bk: in-game voice. lando: the indoor voices. what's the difference? max: i've got you on 200% on discord and you’re fucking blowing my eardrums out. lando: *screams* connor: you've had a strip of coke. oh my goodness. lando: this coke has done me wonders. bk: the man had an original coke with so much sugar it's visible. lando: yeah, can you please mute, max? max: can you stop eating with your mouth full? it’s horrible. smell your burger breath through the screen. we've just hit a new sub record. come on. connor: yeah, i know. we've heard every single 11k subs on this stream, pal. *mocking max* thanks, mary, for the sub. thank you for the sub. thanks, lorenzo. lando: *mocking max* i can’t believe it. max: i'm taking these earplugs out for a minute. lando: *mocking max* you guys don't understand. connor: i know exactly where he's gone. lando: what? connor: i know where he's gone. lando: who? max? yeah—gonna have to pull out dairy milk from the fridge from his dad. connor: he's definitely got a stash of chocolate in the gaff somewhere. max: he does, mate (NAUR THEY WERE MAKING FUN OF MAX'S DAD SKDJDSKJDS). he went to john lewis (a store that sells chocs & truffles among other stuff) or somewhere and got a fully customized box of celebrations where he got to pick everything inside of it. he got... the woman said you can't, there's too much in there, and he was trying to close the lid. so he was like forcing the lid shut. he was like, yeah, thank you for the tip. he made it shut to be fair. now he's spark out on the sofa after 9 chocolates.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Could you do, "They told me you left." With captain syverson, please? ❤️

of course babe! xo

You heard a deep, gruff sounding Southern accent drawl out your name, causing you to spin around on your heels, turning to face the man the voice belonged to. You raised an eyebrow upon realizing it was Luke Syverson, the last person you ever expected to see here. "They told me you left. Yesterday morning, actually," you said softly, your eyes fixated on him, committing his face to memory in case this impromptu reunion is the last of its kind. "I did, sort of," Luke nodded, taking his sunglasses off and resting them atop his head. He looked around outside, frowning as he noticed the expression on your face, "I figured you'd be happy to see me though." "I would be under any normal circumstances, but the fact that you're not on the plane to Iraq right now tells me either something is wrong, or you didn't get medical clearance to go back over." "Something is wrong, I'll give ya that much." "Care on sharing it with the rest of the class, Luke? Or just gonna keep it to yourself and let me guess?" Luke's lips curled up into a mischievous grin. He shook his head with laughter as he looked at you, his blue eyes meeting your gaze for a split second before breaking contact. He shrugged his large, burly shoulders before continuing. "I mean, it's not like anyone's gonna die over it serious. Just...I needed to tell ya something." "I'm listening." "Look, Sugar, I like you. I don't tend to like too many people, I'm sure everyone's told ya. But, I like you. I don't go handin' out nicknames to just anyone. I've been callin' ya Sugar for months now. Don't ya think that means somethin'?" "It means you like me enough to give me a pet name, so what? My best friend and I call each other "babe" all the time." Luke let out a frustrated, strangled sounding groan as he shook his head again. He held out his large hands in front of him, gesturing for you to stop for a moment so he could recollect his thoughts. "Let me try again, ok? I like ya, Sugar. I want to see where things go for us. I managed to extend my leave by a few weeks. I'm not needed over there just yet, and when I found out, the first thing I wanted to do was see ya, see that pretty lil' face of yours and hold ya close, that kinda thing. That's not how I normally am with people, you know?" "Luke, are you trying to ask me out?" "Trying and not succeeding, yeah." "Yes." "Yes?" Luke raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Sugar, I'm not following ya." "Yes, I'll go out with you, Luke," you said with a laugh, shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently pulling him down for a kiss. Luke wrapped his strong arms around you tightly, his lips finding yours in a hungry, passionate kiss. His beard tickled your lip as your tongues became entangled with one another, the fiery heat between the two of you burning brighter and hotter with every passing second. You'd been wanting this, longing for it and dreaming of it for weeks since you were introduced to him by a mutual friend at a barbecue earlier this summer.

Luke had come home on leave, and not having a family to come home to, his high school best friend, who had married your own best friend while Luke was deployed overseas, had invited the two of you over for dinner one night. Drinks were shared, stories told, and sparks flew instantly. Luke, to his credit, had been nervous about starting anything with someone, unsure how long of a stay stateside he'd get to have before being called back. However, the chemistry between you both was too much for anyone to deny. You'd let him go, not wanting to create issues for him while he was away, but knowing that you'd spend every day waiting for a friendly teasing email from him, signed off with a flirty little salutation at the end. Now, however, Luke was yours. You had a few weeks to prepare yourself before seeing him off, but, you knew that you'd savour every moment together - making it impossible this time for either of you to leave without needing to say goodbye.

[iamslut]

Tainted Innocence Pt. 1

Slipknot x Reader

Mafia AU

Why choose troupe

Summary - Fay tired and just wanting the night to end gets a table that makes her more aware than ever.

Chapter 1 - The Encounter

"Fay, you have a new table." My manager, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes, called out from the back of the crowded diner. I nodded, my ponytail bobbing up and down as I juggled three plates of greasy food. The neon sign outside flickered, casting a sickly glow through the grimy windows. This was not the life I had envisioned when I left Sweetwater, but here I was, serving up southern comfort hospitality to the lonely souls of LA.

As I approached the new customers, I put on my best smile, trying to hide the tiredness from my eyes. "Hello, my name is Fay. I'll be your waitress tonight! Are we ready to order drinks or do we need a second?" I do my usual introduction putting more emphasis in my southern accent. The quietness of the table made me look up from my notepad to be met with 1,2,3…9 men who were anything but friendly looking.

The largest one, with a scar across his cheek, looked at me with an eerie smile, "We'll just have water for now, darlin'." His eyes scanning me up and down, taking in every detail of me, from my pink lace tank top to the white converse peeking out from under my loose jeans. The way they all stared made me feel like a piece of meat on display. But this wasn't new to me, my looks had always been a double-edged sword. I took a deep breath and turned on my heel to get their water, trying not to let their gazes pierce through my armor of make-believe.

As I walked away, I heard murmurs and felt their eyes on my back. It wasn't until I set down the glasses that the one with the scar spoke up, "You got a cute little accent," he drawled, his voice thick with curiosity and something darker I couldn't quite place. "Where you from, sugar?"

My heart hammered in my chest, but I kept the smile plastered on my face, turning to face them, "Sweetwater, Tennessee." I said lightly, trying to play off my nervousness. The others at the table snickered, but the scarred man's smile never wavered.

"That's a long way from home," he said, his gaze lingering. "What brings you to LA?"

I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like sandpaper. "My dreams," I murmured, hoping my voice didn't betray the fear that was slowly coiling in my stomach. "I'm here to follow my dreams." I lightly laugh to myself at how pitiful that sounded while standing in this dirty dinner at 12pm while serving the most intimidating group of people I've ever seen in my life.

The man with the scar leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Is that so?" His voice was a low rumble, like distant thunder that made me shiver. "What kind of dreams could a little thing like you have in a place like this?" He gestured to the grimy walls and the sticky floors of the diner. I shook my head and was done talking about me. "You sure do ask a lot of questions but if you are not ready to order then I need to get to my other tables."

He chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine, and waved a meaty hand. "Alright, darlin'. Give us a minute." As I walked away, I felt their eyes on me like a heavy weight. They whispered among themselves, and I could feel the tension in the air thickening like a storm about to break. I tried to push aside the feeling of unease, focusing on the rhythmic sizzle of the kitchen and the clink of cutlery. But it felt like God heard my pleas and the door opened. Walking in was my two good friends I met at my day job called Coffee Culture as drunk as sailors on a weekend leave.

"Fay!" One of them, a tall brunette named Mia, slurred, stumbling over to me. "You're working here too?" She giggled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I gave her a tight smile, grateful for the distraction. "Yep!" I say guiding her to an empty booth. "Just trying to keep up with bills, ya'know!"

Her companion, a lanky guy named Leo, raised an eyebrow at me and slurred. "So, this is why you never come out with us?"

I forced a laugh, trying to keep my voice steady. "You caught me!" The scarred man's eyes narrowed, and I could feel his gaze on me, but I didn't dare to look back. Instead, I turned to Mia and Leo, who were already sliding into the booth. "What can I get you two?"

Mia leaned over the table, her eyes glossy. "Two big greasy burgers and the biggest coke you got," she ordered, her breath smelling faintly of whiskey. Leo just nodded, too out of it to speak. As I scribbled their order, I heard the scarred man's chair scraping against the floor. I turned to find him standing beside me, looming like a towering mountain. "You got friends in high places, don't you darling?"

I met his gaze, trying to keep my voice steady. "They're just friends from work." His smile grew wider, showing off a gold tooth that glinted under the harsh diner lights. "Work? They work here? In this…establishment?" The way he said 'establishment' made it sound like a cage for lost souls.

Mia, oblivious to the tension, giggled. "Yeah, Fay's a triple threat! Barista, waitress, and record store diva by day, and a…uh…whatever it is you do at night!" She giggled again, her words slurring into one another. I shot her a glare, willing her to be quiet, but she was lost in her own world.

Leo, on the other hand, was more sober than a judge on Sunday morning. "We're just here for food," he said, his eyes darting between me and the scarred man. "Is there a problem?" The man who was towering over me nodded and spoke with a dark cadence "Ya, she hasn't taken our order cause you two won't shut the fuck up."

Mia's laughter died in her throat as she took in the tension that had filled the air. "Oh, sorry," she mumbled, shrinking into her seat. "Well go take your seat sir and I'll be with you in a second." I say trying to defuse the situation. The scarred man's eyes never left me as he turned and walked back to his table. I felt the weight of his gaze even as I turned my back to him.

As I took Mia and Leo's order to the kitchen, my legs felt like they were made of jelly. The cook, a gruff man named Larry, looked at me with concern. "You okay, Fay?" He asked gruffly, noticing my shaking hands. I nodded, forcing a smile. "Just tired," I lied. "Those guys at table four giving you trouble?"

I nodded, keeping my voice low. "They're just…intimidating." Larry grunted. "Looks like Slipknot to me." He said, his eyes darkening. The name sent a chill down my spine. "Big-time mafia group, but I don't know exactly cause they all wear masks when they actually commit crimes." he added in a whisper. "Best be on best behavior, honey." I nodded, my heart racing.

When I returned to their table, the tension was palpable. "So, Fay, tell me more about these dreams of yours." His voice was smooth, but the malice behind it was unmistakable. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "I'm a singer," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I perform whenever I can. Just trying to make a name for myself. But enough about me what can I get ya'll?"

The scarred man leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. "I think we've found ourselves a little songbird," he murmured. His hand reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from my face, sending a jolt of fear through me. "Why don't you sing us a little something?" His eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of resistance. I shook my head "I'm at work and need to do my job."

He chuckled, his hand dropping away, but not before giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We're just having a bit of fun, darlin'. Don't worry about the job. Sing for us." His voice was like a velvet vice, and for a moment, I considered it. I shook my head once again. "I'm sorry sir but I won't be singing." my voice much softer but still trying to be professional.

The scarred man's eyes searched mine, and for a brief second, I saw something in them that was not malice but curiosity. "Why not?" He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his broad chest. The other men at the table were watching me now, their expressions a mix of amusement and challenge. "Because I don't want to."

I tried to keep my voice firm, but it trembled slightly. The scarred man's smile grew wider, his gold tooth glinting in the dim light. "Well, now you have to," he said, his voice still smooth, but the threat underlying it was clear. "We don't take 'no' for an answer, darlin'." My voice betrays me letting out a laugh of disbelief and before I could think about what I was going to say my lips moved instinctually for me. "Well, you guys will be taking a no tonight or I won't be serving y'all."

The room seemed to hold its breath as the scarred man's hand shot out, grabbing my wrist in a vice-like grip. He yanked me closer to him, so close I could feel the heat from his body, smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke on his clothes. "You'll sing," he said, his voice a low growl. "Or else." His grip tightened, and I felt a spark of pain as his nails dug into my skin. But instead of fear, something else bubbled up inside me - anger. "Fuck off and get out." I said pulling my hand back.

Surprise flickered across his face, quickly replaced by amusement. He let go of my wrist and leaned back in his chair. "Alright, sugar. I was just playing. I'll take a beer and an order of fries. What about you guys?" The tension at the table didn't dissipate as the other men at the table ordered their food. I scribbled down their orders, my hand shaking slightly. As I walked away, I could feel their eyes on me, watching my every move.

When I brought back their food, the scarred man took a fry and popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly. He looked up at me, his eyes dark. "You know, I like a girl with a bit of fire," he said, his voice low. "But don't think for a second you can talk to me like that and get away with it." I ignored his comment and asked, "Would you guys like anything else?"

The others at the table exchanged glances, the air thick with a challenge that was unspoken. The tension was suffocating, but I kept my smile in place, my eyes never leaving theirs. "No, darlin'. That'll do for now," he said, his gaze holding mine. I nodded, "Well if you guys need anything just holler."

As I turned to leave, the scarred man called after me. "What's your last name, sweetheart?" and all I said while walking away, "Nope!"

I walked to the back and felt like I could finally brush off the weight of their gaze. The kitchen was hot and hectic, but it was a welcome distraction from the looming presence of the nine men who watched me like pray. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The grease in the air clung to my skin, a stark contrast to the sweet vanilla scent of my lotion.

As I delivered their bill, the scarred man's hand shot out, catching my wrist again. "You forgot something, darlin'." His grip was firm but not painful, his eyes holding a mischievous twinkle. "What's your last name?" He repeated, his tone not so much a question as a demand. I tugged my hand free and placed the tray on the table, taking a moment to compose myself before speaking.

"Rosenberg," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "Lillyanna Fay Rosenberg." The room seemed to spin for a second, the weight of my own words like a noose around my neck. Why did I tell him? Why did I let them know who I really was? The scarred man leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips.

"Lillyanna Fay," he repeated, rolling the name around his mouth like a fine whiskey. "It's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." His eyes searched my face, and I felt a strange warmth in my cheeks. I hated that he could affect me like this, but there was something about him that drew me in, like a moth to a flame. "Are you happy now?" I snapped, trying to regain control of the situation.

He shrugged, his scar twitching with the movement. "Just wanted to know the name of the girl who's got all of us so intrigued." His eyes slid over to Mia and Leo, who were doing their best to pretend they weren't watching us. "Your friends are worried about you," he said, his voice dropping to a murmur. "Why don't you go over there and check on them."

I nodded, grateful for the escape. As I approached the booth, Mia's eyes were wide with concern, and Leo looked ready to jump up and fight if needed. "You okay, Fay?" she whispered, her hand reaching out to grab mine. I nodded, my smile forced but hopefully convincing. "I'm fine. Just a misunderstanding."

But as I turned to leave, the scarred man called out, "Hey, songbird. You got any plans after your shift?" The question was casual, but the way he said it sent a shiver down my spine. I faced him, trying to keep the tremble from my voice. "Yes."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Do tell." His eyes bore into me, daring me to lie. "It's none of your business."

The scarred man leaned back in his chair, his grip on his beer bottle tightening. "Everything is my business in my city," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But I'll let it slide tonight." His gaze trailed over me, lingering on my chest before returning to my eyes. "For now." with that he got up pulling his wallet out and dropping a few hundred-dollar bills on the tables and said with a deep voice, "Keep the change baby girl."

I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as they filed out of the diner, their heavy footsteps echoing through the room. But as the door swung shut, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this wasn't the last I'd see of them. My heart hammered in my chest as I picked up the money they'd left, wondering if this was some kind of twisted payment for my 'entertainment'.