#i wont be skinned alive by my boss!!

[kissingarthurclaus]

You know, me and Arthur are autism4autism and I think that's beautiful but if I'm being truly honest. We're also cringe4cringe 😅 I'd rather not say how many dishes I've broken at work and I mayyyyyyy have just locked the keys to the cash register...INSIDE the cash register

[world-of-aus]

AHEM. GOOD EVENING! I hope you're alive because I'm not 🤤

I am not okay, but I was inspired...

Worth Every Penny

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: HEA. Pinch of Insecurities, Fluff, a doting and loving Bucky Barnes.

You can feel his eyes on you as you adjust the lone button beneath his bowtie, your fingers smoothing over the fabric as you list the details of tonight's charity auction. 

“You’ll be called on after Steve, and please for the love of God don’t forget to smile.” you say as your eyes meet his. There’s a grin on his pink lips, “like that,” you point tapping the stubble skin of his cheek. His hand wraps around your wrist keeping you there, “as long as you promise to raise your number tonight, I’ll smile all you want me too.” 

You only half roll your eyes, pushing your tongue against your cheek to keep your own smile in check, “I will not be responsible for your father’s death James.” He laughs, hand finding your waist, fingers curling to pull you flush against his chest, “good thing you’ll be with Ma, you can wave that number of yours as much as you want, put it on my card even sweetheart.” 

“James.” 

The hand that held your wrist finds your cheek, his touch comforting as he searches your gaze, “sweetheart if I cared what my father thought I’d be his next in line, but I’m not, I’m running my own show, the way my father should have – and you and everyone else that matters knows that. So wave your number if you want to – or don’t because at the end of the night I’m coming home to you regardless of what anyone thinks, says, or does.” 

“B,” you murmur and he can’t help but to chuckle because he knows he’s got you now. He feels you melt into him, “stop thinking, can see those gears running, don’t care what anyone has to say tonight, just care about you.” 

He makes it so easy for you to forget the whole world, forget the two very ‘different’ worlds you came from, the ones certain individuals just loved to make so painfully obvious to you – to him. And between your internal scolding and Bucky’s constant reassurance you knew you shouldn’t care, nobody else mattered except the man that held you in his arms but you couldn’t help it, their whispered words stung. They all only saw you as the successful mob bosses  secretary. To many like him you weren’t his equal, weren’t worthy of his time except for making sure to keep track of his time. 

A knock on his office door pulls the two of your from the intimate moment, the two of you stepping away from one another. Sam’s voice calls for the two of you, “it’s time, we’ve got to head out now.” You smoothed him over one more time, Sam pushing the door open further, “remember,” you say running a hand over his cheek “smile.” 

Sam calls for you one more time now fully waiting for you by the open doorway arm waiting for yours. You turn to move over to him but Bucky’s hand stops you, “Ill always choose you, remember that.” You give him a smile, one the two of you know doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Bucky wont let you leave like that so he pulls you to him, his lips finding yours in an unexpected but reassuring kiss.  

He only hands you over to Sam when he knows he’s kissed you breathless, “Take care of her Sam,” he tells his best friend and right-hand. Sam nods looping your arm with his, “you know I will, cars out front, your ma and sister are waiting.”  

The two of you follow your boss, out of his office making sure he makes it out to the car, Winnie rolling the window down to coo over you, “you looks absolutely stunning in that dress!” “we’ll save you and Sam a seat,” Rebecca calls from next to her mom. 

Before he enters the car with his mom and sister Bucky turns to the two of you, “when you get there, the four of you stay together,” he turns to Sam, “don’t let either of them out of your sight.” 

“I’ve got it handled man, get out of here before you get there late and your dad blows a damn fuse.” You and Sam watch him get into the car, watching it pull out of the driveway shortly after before moving to your own vehicle. 

“You know George will blow a fuse tonight either way right?” you laugh as you buckle yourself in. Sam laughs as he puts the car into drive, “Seeing Bucky alone will have him popping a blood vessel, that man can’t stand to see his son succeed.” 

The gala is in full swing by the time you and Sam arrive, several well-known notorious families all coming together for one big event that benefits all. You recognize several faces that have come through Bucky's office as you walk arm in arm with Sam through the ballroom to where the tables are pressed along the corners.  

You greet the familiar faces kindly as you pass through the tables where Winnie and Becca wait for you, Winnie’s hand flagging the two of you down, your name being called through the air. Bucky’s mother makes niceties for the other watchful eyes in the room, encouraging you to join them, of course you and Sam can’t pass the offer up – it wouldn’t look right in the eyes of the other families watching on, you thank her sweetly as you take your seat, Sam taking the one next to you. 

You can feel his eyes on you as you talk with his mother, he's sitting a table away with his father. George Barnes had saw to it that his son’s seat was assigned at his table, ‘there is business to attend to, new heads for you to meet that have been placed at my table it’ll be good for you to build your name.’ had been his excuse. Though you know that hadn’t been the case if the brunette-haired woman sitting next to him, leaning much to closely for your liking had been any indication. George Barnes had been trying to set Bucky up with Dot since you started on as his son’s secretary.  Bucky had no interest then, and he had no interest now, his eyes always looking your way, to be fair you tried to keep it to a minimum how often you glanced his way. 

 “You should raise your number tonight when he goes up dear.” Your eyes find Winnie’s and there's a warm smile waiting on her lips, “I know that’s what my son would want, and I know that's what you want as well.” Your eyes find her hand that's still placed warmly over yours, “I know Ma, but I don’t want to cause him any trouble – not tonight - and knowing your ex-husband there will be hell to be had if I so much as raise a hand when your son’s name is announced.” Winnie scoffs, “that man has raised hell every day since Bucky chose to build his own name, a name not tarnished by his father, George isn’t used to not getting his way, he’s used to glaring people down and getting what he wants, when in all reality it was his son that was getting him what he wanted and now that he doesn't have that, well he’s not used to losing so he brings down people to get what he wants. And you my dear are unfortunately his biggest target because he’s seen how much Bucky cares for you, how much he loves you.” 

Your eyes flicker to hers drawing a laugh from woman you’ve come to love as your own over the years you’ve worked alongside Bucky. “Don’t tell me you don’t see it y/n, my boy is as smitten as ever, can hardly get him to come see me on his own anymore.” 

“That’s where I come in.’ Becca laughs from beside her mom, “and even then he has to make it a whole day for us girls just to make sure he’s close by – can’t risk anything happening to my girls.” Rebecca says doing her best impersonation of her brother. 

You laugh then recalling all the Sunday afternoons that turned into family outings because ‘why not? I love keeping my girls happy, and you never know Becs mom might want a new set of nails after breakfast.’ Winnie never did need a fresh set, but the Barnes women always indulged Bucky in his Sunday breakfast with his ma turned family outings if only to keep him happy, because he deserved it.  

“He really does love you,” Sam chimes in from next to you, his shoulder bumping yours softly, “though to be fair he was smitten the day you scolded his father in front of his men.” 

“I swear that’s the day I made an enemy of that man,” you chuckle your eyes moving towards the table where George Barnes sat. You find awaiting eyes and a kind smile from the man that holds your heart, you return his smile, “that was also the start of the rest of your life, Bucky’s offered you more than George ever could, and in turn you’ve given my son the means to be who he is now.” 

Your laugh is watery as you fan at your eyes, Winnie cooing over you as she pulls you into her side pressing her lips to the side of your head. Rebecca eventually squeezes in Sam throwing his arm the best he can over the three of you. Before you arrived you might have though twice about using the black card nestled in your clutch but now, now you’d do it proudly. A table over Bucky can’t help but to worry as his family circles you, your watery laugh meeting his ears as you assure the table your fine, he has half a mind to leave the table and get to you but then they’re announcing all candidates with their secretaries to the stage. 

Bucky stands watching his mother smoothe you over, he meets you halfway not taking you in his arm right away to search your face. He cups your cheek, the moment intimate eyes surely on the two of you, “are you okay?” 

You smile squeezing the hand that rests on your cheek, “perfect B, come on let’s get you to the stage.” 

He gives you his arm, guiding you through the tables towards the back of the stage, the announcer is talking about the purpose of tonight’s event while the heads of the houses stand in a bunch awaiting their names to be called. Bucky guides you to his friends, Steve’s the first to greet you, Natasha following as she squeezes you in a warm embrace. Then comes stark with Pepper, Odison with Jane, and lastly the newest name vision and Wanda. This was the family Bucky had created after stepping down from his father, and he had you to thank for it, Steve had been the first to rally at his side, but the others came because of you, because of the relationships you helped him build.  

The girls are cleaning up their men as they straighten them out, you turn to your favorite brunette smiling as you squeeze his shoulders. “You keep smiling like that for me, and I’ll smile up on that stage for you.” You laugh, “careful B, don’t want to make it too hard for us to outbid.” 

“Ma did say I was worth every penny.” 

You shake your head at him, fingers running over the lapel of his suit, “you really are B.” 

His lips part to speak but the announcer has begun to call names, “remember sweetheart I’m still yours at the end of the night.”  

“I know B.”  

You let him go moving over to the ladies before you all exit from behind the stage, each of you going back to your respective tables to watch the auction. Vision is the first to be called on stage and his bids alone start off the auction strong. You’re not surprised when Wandas card fly's up, determination set as she outbids every woman who even try's. She closes the bidding for a whopping 10,000, no one ever stood a chance. 

And so, it goes with Odison going on next, Tony following both men closing 5,000 above visions, their secretaries waving at their recognition. The nerves begin to flare when Steve is called upon, your table at the ready with your numbers, Natasha meets your eyes from three tables down, smirk on her face. Steve’s bids started strong with 1,000 being called by Natasha other women chirping in throughout the room, with your table occasionally bouncing in. You begin to sweat when he passes 15,000 the numbers slowly climbing up. Sam closes the bidding with 20,000 you barely stifle your laugh at the wink Steve sends him. 

Bucky’s name is called next, his presence taking over the stage your breath catching in your throat, his eyes scan the entire room but ultimately land on you. Winnie starts the bidding at 3,000 “nobody's taking my boy on a date.” It makes you laugh when Rebecca follows, tacking on another 1,000, Sam taking it up another 2,000 shortly after. Steve’s voice sounds in the room bringing his count up to 7,000. His bid continues to climb the women chirping in outbidded by the ones he loves most. Bucky’s inching on Steve when from the table right next to you Dolores raises her number, 25,000. George finds your eyes, smirk on is devious features, you look away. 

The announcer begins to call out ‘going once twi -” 

Your number goes up, ‘55,000’ you call, the room gasps Winnie laughing next you, squeezing you as she huddles close. The announcer doesn't think twice as he closes the bid for ‘55,000 to the highest bidder of the night, congratulations.’ 

Bucky’s grinning at you with love in his eyes as the announcer calls all winners to come backstage to meet and finalize a date. Aside from Sam who takes Natashas spot though she still follows the two of you, most of the secretaries are making their way behind the stage again. There is laughter in the air as Steve and Sam make dramatics of embracing each other intimately though you only have eyes for one person behind that stage. 

He closes the distance between the two of you, cradling your face in warm hands, “55,000, sweetheart,” he breathes, “my cheeks were already hurting just looking at you.” 

You pull him closer, “I did say you were worth every penny,” you grinned melting into his embrace as he captures your lips in a sweet kiss. 

He was worth every penny and more. 

[momo-shut-the-fuck-up]

So i ve done the main story in infinity nikki and im gonna stop playin now, before i squeeze the game dry of content and have nothing (new) to do on release.

Time for a lil review/thoughts post

I m not gonna review every single mechanic in the game, simply things that stood out to me or that i wanna talk about. I also wont add more images, i kinda want ppl to see the world for themselves... i ll share more when the game comes out tho.

There s a lot of text under this. Tldr, i like the game i think it's a solid, enjoyable experience with a good gameplay loop, the story isn't for me, and i'll keep playin of course. And u should try it too if ur device wont blow itself up tryin to run it.

Dress up

The bread and butter of Nikki games... it's good as usual. Game doesn't shy away from long skirts or coat tails or complicated ballgowns just cuz nikki can run and jump and dash now and i'm very happy bout that. There's some clipping issues once in a while, but it's nothing major and the clothes we do have in the game are lovely. There s an evolution system for some of the sets, which makes em a diff color.... usually they can evolve once, but i saw Three extra evolutions for one of the UR sets and that scares me. Bcs to evolve them u have to craft the suit again. So u have to pull 4 copies of a suit to max it out..

Combat

Game's definitely succeeding in its quest for being cozy. There's no real stakes, combat isn't difficult in the slightest but i do welcome it- super simple but it's pretty fun regardless. The boss fights were surprisingly creative and fun for what they are, it's just unfortunate that you have to do them more than once or twice (crafting mats)- but they do change what the boss does so it's different depending on what mat u are farming for... and u can claim double or triple or however much stamina u got-le of the mat after u complete it once. So that s rly nice.

Exploration

I actually think it's really really good. Again this isn't a difficult or complicated game, not yet i guess... but with the major goal being "get new clothes" and "take pretty pictures maybe", the open world feels actively engaging to participate in. There's collectibles everywhere, little challenges you can do that are diverse but quick, styling battles, collecting everythin from animals fur to bugs to fish, and allll of this brings u closer to that never ending goal of woo more clothes.

However even if a challenge doesnt give you a blueprint, it's still just. Really Nice to exist in this world. It's very whimsical, as expected of Lilith, and the world has a combination of realism and cartoon artstyle that is just soso appealing to me. It's genuinely how i would've imagined miraland to look in 3d. Shame it's not the same miraland we know..

Story

Hmm... silly is one word i could use for it. Cute also. The story isn't doin anythin bad per se, and i did start skippin dialogue near the end w the pieceys because i want to keep at least Some part of the story for the game's release... but i get the gist of it, and it s just not my thing.

It feels like a story made for children, and it definitely would get a G rating. Easy and simple to follow, there's moments of tension or sadness sure but with the antagonist bein a literal babie lookin cutey fairy with a grown man's voice, or the creatures that i'm interacting with are a bunch of. Fuckin weird lookin big eyed balls of fabric that look closer to plushies than somethin Alive... it's all so silly and dramatic sometimes i can t help but cringe.

Part of it is a me problem, if u just open ur heart and free urself from the cringe the story is fine. It's just a little too kiddy for me and i so desperately hope it won't stay like this forever. My prayers might be answered though, there's a whole war beyond the borders and we have refugees around... shit's lookin bad for Umbrosa.

Other things i noticed that i liked:

The effect on nikki's skin when it's raining, she actually has water dripping down her face... its so cool

Momo capes are actually kinda neat ngl. Especially cuz the fucker follows u around everywhere, at least i can bedazzle him

Npc models look really good im a fan. They do suffer from "everyone is very beautiful" syndrome, which makes some of the npc villains look/sound ridiculous, but they have kid-teen-adult-elderly versions of models (i never see teen models in these games! Its cool!) And some body variation. The grandmas look so lovely i cry

The dark skin tone is really dark, and it looks quite nice and natural.

The lighting engine in this game is just rly good in general. God bless UE5

The edges of the map where there s forest, which u obv cant go thru, the forest is made to be darker, thicker.... i m a huge fan of this idk y. It's not just *invisible wall in front of an open field* nopee cant go there lets explore that area later tee hee. And it looks good to boot.

Camera function is p robust, has more options for changin brightness/saturation/contrast etc which i feel Shining Nikki lacks.

Some of the creature designs are so good man i looove themm <3.... the pieces are awful tho. Ok creature design is a hit and miss sometimes but the stray hatty? Peak. All the weirdy fashionable animals? Peak.

Bein able to quick switch thru ur saved sets while in the overworld is real neat

Oke that was it. Bye

[crown-bearers-of-the-new-faith]

Narinders backstory: a story of neglect

Or how a black cat became a god

[trigger warnings: abuse / trauma / hurt / blood]

[I consider to put this on ao3 too... probably wont]

[I was writing for half hour I think. I saved and went to check if it saved correctly. It didn't seem to. Luckily when I left and reopened the app it was there. Phew. That was scary]

When I woke up I found myself in a mostly dark space. The only light came from a crack in the door.

As I moved, I noticed my arms in chains. Just great. That had to be how I was supposed to be held captive. Hanging off a wall.

I tried to wring myself free, pulling with my might at the shackles, unable to break free as I felt the metal rub against my skin. Damn that hurt.

"Let me out you bastard!" I cried out. "Anyone, get me out of here!" To no avail. They did this as a punishment. I should've understood that, but I couldn't. He insulted my sister. I didn't know what to do.

Several days passed. No one ever came. The Hunger was getting unmanageable. The place slowly gained a stench of urine and feces. My shoulders and arms hurt from the exhaustion as my flesh bled and stung, infected from the rubbing of the chains. I couldn't keep holding onto the chain, so not to damage my joints too much from the pressure, as after a while the energy it took to hold on was no longer in me.

It was just time till maggots would appear, eating at my flesh, I thought to myself.

So I waited.

And waited.

But it never came.

Instead came the heat. The inability to breathe. The smoke.

I cought as the ash came into my lungs. Really the perfect conditions for someone with asthma, damn it.

A fire. I knew that much. A fire and I won't be able to escape. I was locked in. I'll die. Those were my only thoughts at the moment, apart from the hope that I'll suffocate before I burn alive.

Somehow the coughing took someone's attention, as they unlocked the door. Some creature, a cat, with a hood on its head, unlocked the door in shock, shouting "There is someone here!"

Another unfamiliar voice spoke. "Let it be. We are here just for the gold."

For a glimpse of the moment, the cats eyes caught up with mine. Remorse, sadness in them. "But boss, it won't survive if we leave it here."

"I told you, leave it. The place will burn down soon. Grab what we need." The other voice demanded.

I quickly tried to collect some words to say, to convince them otherwise, but it came out as incoherent mumbling. The cat stared at me for a moment before mumbling back. "I'll take off your chains, you'll have to break out of here yourself. That's all I can do for you now..."

"Thank you" I whispered. They looked at me and gave me a smile, before using a crowbar to break the chains off my arms. The parts around my wrists remained but at least I was no longer stuck to the wall. Then they left.

[Part 2]

[Part 4]

[mr-hoogy]

the peepo have spoken

this isnt your dms tho sorry tan

SIMMINIFRINRFRED?

importante backstory: TLDR winnie accidentally cloned herself, as you may know, and then later accidentally let simmie into her bloodstream, and then like 5 minutes after that, beat a boss fight by herself but went into a coma in the process, so simmie took over

anywhays now im playing my baby simmie in winnies body IM JUST SO EXCITED TO PLAY HER MORE BECAUSE she will be amazed by the Beauty of the World. when she sees grass, sunrises, people dancing and laughing for the first time... also she like doesnt have a personality at the moment (very hollow monsterhearts of her which is funny bc i wanted to play a hollow in monsterhearts but everytime someone took it first so now I have SIMMI) BUT she will be gaining one slowly yet surely and Im just thinko about it. bc I dont know what its going to be exactly?? like it will probably be determined entirely by rp but Im just turning around in my head the potential differences between her and winnifred... I also think like to me shes very much a metaphor for parts of winnie's personality that she pushes down, like I see her as winnie's love and innocence and gut instincts becasue *pleading emoji*

the party is also something im excited about...because they seem to feel neutral about simmie but at least Elliot is like "yea I just want winnie back already" and I feel like as simmie grows as a person she might sorta like. become afraid of the fact that one day she wont be as alive anymore? like winnie will come back. and then what happens to simmie you know? she returns to the mirror and just isnt the same anymore--will she still feel the things she learned to feel in winnies body? will she even get to feel grass on her skin ever again? AND IM JUST LIKE GRRGRGRBRLGRLGRLGR BC IDK WHAT HER REACTION TO THAT WILL BE!!! because we arent even there yet. but like Simmie is so much POTENTIAL Im just excited thinko about her. rlly right now im just daydreaming about her potential differences with winnifred. like as a bard for one, will she still be a good performer? (Im thinking no. it would be funny if she was tonedeaf LOL. I could see her being a more graceful dancer though...)

also like! it would be so fun if she made friends with people winnie didnt get along with as well that much and vice versa. I could see her and arda getting along which would be funsies and also like ? will the party see her become her own person? its kinda fun, because winnifred was moss's mom when he didnt really have a personality, and even though she was a BITCH back then, she cant fully push down her kindness and always believed in moss's autonomy and taught him new things. but the party right now is not nice in a different way. winnie back then couldnt tell moss she loved him or anything, but she saw him as a person even when all he could say was his name. but will the party see simmie as her own person?!?! winnie did, when it was just her and simmie, but that's a very winnie specific thing to do...and 2/3rds of the party is Inheritor. SO.......

Thanks FOr Listen To My Ramble. Im sure its comprehensible

[tastyykpop]

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Pairings: mafia boss!jaehyun x reader

♡𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡♡

Warnings: dom!jaehyun, brat!reader, yandere themes, orgasm denial, slight edging (like really slight), thigh slapping, ropes, vibrator, punishment kinda, creampie, unprotected sex (stay safe 🙏)

The glass in Jaehyuns hand shattered as he saw another man approach you. He was beyond pissed. Mostly at you honestly. You were basically letting it happen because to you, this was all fun and games.

It shouldn't be though.

Jaehyun was a dangerous man. Someone you really shouldn't be around and someone who had a lot of power, over anything and everyone. Most people were terrified of him and only idiots would dare to speak out of line. And if they were lucky, maybe, just maybe they'd make it out alive.

It all happened when you came to this bar for a good drink and a slight buzz. But here, there was always someone hitting on you. This someone happened to be Jaehyun. It was the first time you met him too. Unfortunately, like the idiot you were (and still are), you talked back to him. It wasnt because you were trying to be rude, but instead you were fed up with the way he was acting towards you. The small brushes on the shoulder and the hand on your knee was getting on your nerves. But what really annoyed you were his comments. Not realising who he was and the power he had, you got angry and gave him back handed comments.

You only stopped when you felt a sting to your thigh.

Luckily for you it was only a slap. Not a knife or a bullet. Jaehyun was never this gentle.

Everytime after that, you would still come back to the bar, in your usual seating and Jaehyun would always be there. He even remembered your favorite drink after the first few nights. How sweet. But now, he was seated away from you with a group of men, watching your every move since he couldnt be with you at the moment.

"Baby that dress looks so pretty on you." The guy sitting next to you commented. His tongue swiping over his lips to coat them in his own saliva.

"Hmm thanks." You smiled, knowing that an angry Jaehyun was watching you like a hawk from across the bar.

The man's hand began to slither up your thigh, dragging his hand up and down. It was nothing like Jaehyuns rough, yet loving hands.

"I want to get to know you more." You turned your head to face the man and raised an eyebrow. "Come home with me."

"Sorry, but I'm gonna have to say no." You took a quick swig of your drink and smiled.

"Come on baby. It'll be worth your time." The man took your hands into his and brought them to his lips.

Jaehyun was going to kill someone today.

"Im sorry," you pulled your hand away, giggling, "but I said no." The man was still relentless, grabbing your hand and placing it on his bulge. Your eyes lit up and you searched around the room to see if anyone was seeing what was going on, stopping on your boyfriend's cold eyes.

Jaehyun got up from his seat, walking towards you. Your hand pulled away like lightning. A groan coming from the man next to you. Panic filled your body as you knew someone was going to get killed, or injured.

An angry Jaehyun is not a good Jaehyun. Especially if someone touched his girlfriend. And he let that go too far.

"Whats my pretty girl doing?" Jaehyun pulled your hair to the side and lightly kissed your neck. It was odd hearing such a soft voice come out of Jaehyun, yet you could feel how pissed he was.

"I-i was just talking..." His hands grabbed your waist, digging his nails deep into your side. Jaehyun wasnt an idiot, but you tried.

"And who the fuck are you?" The man asked. You actually forgot he was still there. But he wasn't going to be for long, Jaehyun ripped out a gun and pointed it at the man before making sure the safety was off.

"The real question is who are you?"

"I-i..." the man stuttered, obviously threatened by the weapon in your boyfriends hand.

"I dont like waiting." Jaehyun cocked the gun.

"I-im no one s-sir my apologies." The man walked away as quickly as he could from the both of you. Jaehyun snickering at how pathetic he was.

"Im gonna killed him for touching you."

"No, you wont. You can't always hurt someone who talks or touches me."

"Dont talk back to me, im not in the mood." You got up from the bar stool and walked with Jaehyun to his car. A very expensive one at that.

"I dont care if your in the mood stop acting like a bitch." Your sparky comment took all of Jaehyuns power to not bend you over and spank you in public.

"Get in the car Y/N."

"No." Crossing your arms over your chest, you turned and walked away. That set Jaehyun off.

You were suddenly in the backseat of his car, your face pushed against the seat and your ass in the air. The dress you were wearing was barely covering anything anymore.

"Listen here you pathetic little slut," he whisped in your ear, "if i tell you to get in the fucking car you listen, understand?"

You tried to get out of the grip he had on you, but it was no use. It just earned you a smack.

"Stop moving and answer me."

"Yes." A sigh left your mouth as he let go of you and walked to the drivers seat, starting the car. Leaving you in the back flustered.

"Come on pretty girl you can take it."  Jaehyun was currently fucking you with a vibrator. The vibrations sending you over the edge as he kept moving it in and out at a slow pace. You grabbed his arm and dug your nails deep into him, hoping that he'd stop punishing you and fuck you for real.

"P-please.." You begged as you squirmed on the bed from all the edging he was doing.

Jaehyun ignored you and picked up his pace. The room was filled with a mix or screaming, moaning, and wet sounds, just how he likes it.

He pulled you in for a rough kiss, teeth clashing with each other. The rougher he was, the more passionate he was with you.

"Im gonna cum." You moaned out, pulling away from the deep kiss, having enough of all the toying from the man above you.

"No youre not." He ripped the toy out of you, ruining your orgasm.

"Aw look at that baby, guess you won't cum again for another month."

You glared at the man as he sat there with a playful smirk before he moved on top of you, leaning down to bite and suck on your neck, leaving purple and blue marks on your skin as a whine left your lips. You wanted more, but knowing Jaehyun you probably weren't going to get it until he was satisfied enough. But you knew he was going to give up sooner or later. The boner brushing against your thigh was not going to go unnoticed by you.

"Stop...teasing..." You tried saying as Jaehyun moved back up to kiss you again.

"Why should i?" He looked up with an eyebrow raised, "You werent exactly the nicest to me. So why should I be nice to you?"

You frowned at the older man ready to talk back again, but the sudden cold hand cupping your hot entrance stopped you. The lower half of your body was almost grinding on his hand for more friction. Jaehyun noticed and smirked at your attempts to get off.

Smack.

"Dont even try that." He kept the same agonizing smirk on his face, giving him a more sadistic look than before. Your movement stopped with a pout and you watched Jaehyun take his hand away from your core.

"Then ill just do it myself." You pretty much just pushed Jaehyun away from you and attempted to please yourself, but you knew damn well it wasn't nearly as good as Jaehyun himself.

"Look at the pretty girl trying to act all tough." Jaehyun cooed at you, taking your hand away from your core and pinning your hands above your head. "Have i not been punishing you good enough? Is that why your acting even more bratty than usual?"

"No," you shook your head at your boyfriend, "its the fact you going to kill someone just because they touched me."

"Well i have a newsflash for you princess," Jaehyun leaned closer to your ear and whispered, "theyre already dead."

"Y-youre insane Jaehyun..."

"But thats why you love me." You watched as Jaehyun got off of you, moving to find something in the very large closet you both shared. When he turned back, you expected another toy he was going to tease you with, but no. He had ropes in his hand as he walked towards you with the same sadistic smirk that you hated yet loved.

He tied you up effortlessly, only giving him a few hard times but that only ended with a few smacks to your thigh.

Jaehyun stood back looking at your naked figure, a small blush painted your cheeks as you felt small under his gaze. Yes, Jaehyun was rather proud of what he was looking at. The beautiful hickeys and bite marks that littered your thighs, neck, and chest. The red hand prints on your thighs wrapping around to your ass. And the crescent shapes in your hips from his nails digging into your skin. He loved all of it.

You could hear the sound of clothes dropping to the floor, but didnt bother turning your head, too embarrassed to look at him now that you felt more exposed with the ropes holding your wrists to the bed post.

"Spread your legs for me princess." The sound of Jaehyuns voice brought you back to reality. You looked at him, his eyes staring into yours waiting for you to do as you were told. But did you didnt move. Just adding more fuel to his anger. "I said spread your fucking legs." He growled. You did so a bit too slowly for his liking and it only ended up with him forcefully spreading them himself.

A quiet gasp left your lips watching as he began to slowly grind into you, making you feel his bare cock against your pussy. Your sighs and moans filled the room, jaehyun watched closely, taking in every whine and movement you made. He pulled back and you waited for him to continue grinding but no, he was inside you without warning, not giving you anytime to adjust.

Jaehyuns fast pace shook the bed and your wrists were chaffing against the ropes. Moans erupted from your throat from the pain and pleasure Jaehyun was giving you.

"Fuck, Jaehyun...."

Jaehyun moved his hand from your hips up to your throat giving it a tight squeeze, "Such a dirty mouth." His hips snapped forward making your eyes roll to the back of your head and more cuss words were choked out. Earning a disappointed head shake from your boyfriend.

The lewd sounds of your bodies filled the room as he continued fucking you into oblivion. If someone walked in, they would be sure to have the image of you being fucked by Jaehyun with his fingers in your mouth and hand wrapped around your throat all while being tied up, stuck in their head for a few months.

"You love being a brat huh?" Jaehyun started whilst making eye contact, "Cause you know you'll be fucked like the pathetic slut you are. Am i right princess?"

He took his fingers out of your mouth to let you speak, "Y-yes." You moaned out. A quiet chuckle rang through your ears.

"Needy little brat..." His pace was faster yet sloppy and you knew he was close. The bed rocked and the sound of skin against skin filled your ears. Jaehyuns grip on your throat not planning on letting go as you struggled for breath.

"Jaehyun....p-please I'm gonna-"

"If you even dare cum ill beat your ass." That changed your thoughts about even bothering to let go, knowing he wasn't playing around.

Just as you felt like holding it in wasnt enough, Jaehyun was already one step ahead and came inside you, riding out his orgasm with a low groan.

Jaehyun pulled out, removing the ropes from your wrists. They were as red as your thighs and they stung too the touch. Jaehyun, being the nice man he is, even though he was still slighlty mad, took the time to give you after care, applying a cream to your wrists and butt just so the redness would calm down and cleaned up the cum dripping down your thighs.

After all that he laid beside you, embracing you in his arms and kissing the top of your head. "My pretty girl." He muttered against your hair before the both of you drifted off to sleep. Although you were still angry that you couldnt cum.

[prose-for-hire]

So wrong it’s right

Part 2 // Part 3

Pairing: Angel x vamp!reader

Request: (Sorry if I make a mistake, English is my second language) Will you make a story with a somewhat villain reader (but shes not exactly evil) that keeps helping Angel out because she likes him and in the start he wont trust her but one day they kiss and Angel becomes confused about how he feels? I hope that makes sense. If I didn’t explain it well please don't feel you need to write it you can ignore this.

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Violence/fighting. Swearing.

A/N: This is the kind of fic I LOVE to write. I enjoyed myself with this one !! 💜

You weren’t well-liked in LA. The ‘good guys’ hated you, trying to stake you at any second and the ‘bad guys’ despised you. Both felt this for the way that you made decisions based on how you felt. No allegiance to good or evil. No atonement or evil plotting. You served neither the powers or dark forces. This was a fluid and extremely ambiguous way to live, which brought suspicion with you wherever you went. But you were nothing if not authentic to your beliefs. You just weren’t really sure what those beliefs were yet.

In any case, you didn’t much care for world domination nor did you hang out in particularly damp underground hovels that you wouldn’t even bury your dog in, let alone spend precious years of your un-life.

LA had a certain draw to you, it was a hub. A beating heart of life that helped you thrive in a way you had only dreamed of when you really were alive. But most importantly, it wasn’t a backwater little town. The type that always seemed to harbour Hellmouths. They seemed a little boring to you anyway.

Yeah, it holds all the supernatural power hotspots you could wish for, but at what cost? Everyone knew everyone’s business and there was such a large amount of demons concentrated in one area it was hard to navigate without bumping into several ex-lovers. Not to mention there was a higher chance of a Slayer on your back.

Now, just because you weren’t ‘evil’, that wasn’t to say you lived in the light. For one, you couldn’t. You would die… again. But also, you weren’t exactly chafing at the bit to do as the powers said. They couldn’t simultaneously damn you to hell when you got dusted whilst enticing you with some long-winded and ultimately unnecessary prophecy that gave you the one thing you were scared of. Hope.

You didn’t have a soul, and you didn’t care for gaining one. Not through a curse and even less through fighting for one yourself. This is why one vampire didn’t like you. He didn’t trust you and definitely never cut you a break.

The fact was, he barely looked your way. Unless you were stood in his path. And you had, a few times. He was convinced you had some ulterior motive but had little time for you until you turned into a bigger threat.

That was, up until the last few months. You had started to catch his attention more and more. You had been fighting, again. In the back room of some seedy bar. Trading blows, neither of you holding back. The real threat long since dusted. It was just gone three in the morning, a time you liked to be home. Just in case of a freak early sunrise (you had heard horrible things of whole towns of vampires wiped out suddenly).

You were fighting, hard. He never left it. He just couldn’t walk away. You were after the same stupid vampire. Yes, you had been after him because he owed you a large sum of money and around five Siamese cats, but the end was the same. You twisted from his firm grasp, throwing him over your head. He landed but didn’t stay down. He ran at you, pushing you back and slamming you against the door. Almost through it. He grabbed a stake and flipped it up in the air before expertly catching it, looking back in your eyes.

There was almost a flicker of danger. A flicker of all the stories you had heard of Angelus. There was something there, some kind of feeling and it got you excited. Up until this point, his face had been pretty unmoving every time you saw him. The stake dug into your chest, directly over your unbeating heart. You couldn’t help but enjoy the way his eyes scanned your face. Moving from your lips to your eyes and back again. He was so close you could just lean in and… no. Eye on the prize, you tell yourself. You would settle for a quip charged with at least a little sexual tension. On your end, at least.

“You gonna keep waving that thing around or are you going to actually do something with it?” You bite, breathing heavily a smile on your face. You didn’t need to breathe but it was still a habit.

“Why’re you here, huh? Why are you always around when something bad happens?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Now I’m never getting those fucking Siamese” You muttered as he scowled at you. You were going to threaten him one more time before staking him. He rolled his eyes, you were worse than spike. At least he had a soul. Wanted one. You were content with your lot and it bugged him to no end.

“You know, I think I might enjoy this” Angel said stoically.

“Watch out, you don’t want to get too happy” You teased with a smile, everyone knew about Angel – word travels fast even here, “Or maybe you do. You might be more fun, to be honest”

These was the last words he expected to hear from you, you were younger than him by a mile. He was used to vampires pretty easily going down. He moved his arm back, directing the wooden stake straight for your heart. In the same second, you changed into your vamp face and propelled your head forwards. Your hand twisted his wrist trying to knock the stake from his hand as you propelled your ridged forehead towards him. Headbutting him with all of your strength.

The stake pierced your skin, but luckily (or unluckily it still hurt like anything) it was stabbed into your left arm which made you yelp. You yelped almost as much as Angel in his surprise as his nose started to bleed. It was enough to stun him, letting you run off with the stake still sticking out of your arm as you took a short cut to your destination.

Angel walked back to the hotel slowly, pinching his nose and wiping the blood on his sleeve. He took the long route back, not wanting to have to tell the others that he had lost in a fight with a vampire who was probably half his age. When he returned Cordelia rushed over to him, helping him to sit down. The entire team was there, waiting up for him. Fantastic, now he would have to tell them.

“Oh, uh, Angel?” Fred asked softly, “This was left for you – on your desk”

He turned and there it was. The stake that had been embedded in your arm the last he saw you. You must have travelled fast to get there before he did. He took it as an act of aggression, especially when he read the note attached.

‘Until we meet again, sweet Angel’

“Is this your slayer friend?” Fred asked, looking down at the floor. She had taken somewhat of a shine to Angel and may have been a little jealous. She had just learned what a slayer was.

“She’s a little more dramatic, a little less with the subtle” Cordelia stated, knowing for sure that the person that brought it was not Buffy. Not at all.

“Yes, I recall the young woman is about as subtle as a brick” Wes chuckled softly, reminiscing over his brief stint as a watcher.

“No. it wasn’t her” Angel confirmed, turning and scowling, “Wes, I need everything you can find on a vamp. Name’s y/n”

“Y/n? Are you sure it is wise to, um, shake the hornets nest so to speak. They’ve done little to actively harm-” Wesley said quickly. A slightly sheepish look on his face. You had met him and helped him out several times. You often crossed paths late night at the occult book store. You weren’t afraid of losing your credibility over a little light reading.

Your intelligence was often what gave you the upper hand over many demons you came up against. Wesley was strangely fond of you, although he knew from word on the street you could be mean if something was in the way of what you wanted. He was pleasant enough although spending too long with him gave you an Englishman-induced headache. He does prattle on so. And, that phrase had been unfortunately transferred into your brain from listening to him for too long.

“Apart from, that they’re a vampire who brutally kills to eat and always seems to be in every bad situation we’ve been in recently” Angel snapped, “I want everything. By tomorrow night”

“What are you going to do?”

“Kill them”

It had been several more months and Angel had seen you several times in that period. He had yet to make good on his promise. The tension mounted, peaking every time you became close. Your back and forth riling you up, making you begin to pine for his attention.

He had noted that you had common goals, evil tended to get mowed down in your wake. Which, he couldn’t exactly complain about except that your personality was simultaneously infuriating and intriguing.

But he maintained that he didn’t like you. The way you danced through life, with no guilt. Very little self-reflection. You wouldn’t join him and that was enough, in his eyes for you to be against him.

This evening finds you on the hunt for a backstreet dealer, one that could find you an item that was particularly hard to find. Especially now Angel had a snitch on the inside, the deliveries were starting to slow. Dust couldn’t drive trucks.

You arrived at the meeting place, a dingy alleyway despite you specifically asking to meet somewhere that didn’t smell like something had died there. You had a very sensitive sense of smell.

“You got the stuff?” You asked, gesturing with your head for the demon to open the briefcase. But he snatched it from your grasp and the boss stepped from the shadows. This meant something more sinister.

“You helped him. We saw you” The scaly man with an impressively tailored suit accused.

“What?”

“Angel” He confirmed. Bad things happened to people who didn’t side with the boss. You knew this.

“I don’t pick allegiances, I told you. I’m just me” You assured them, eyes on the briefcase.

“You’re with us or you’re with him. Choose.”

“Fine.” You shrugged, the man nodded approvingly. It had been easier than he thought.

“Good, glad that you’re-” You spun into a kick, hitting his jaw which made him shut up. You hated people who gave you an ultimatum. You, for this very moment only, were on Angel’s side. Fists flying, feet connecting with hard bodies. You fought against them, hard.

More of them started to turn up. As if there had been a call. They started to surround you. You were strong, but not that strong. Your un-life flashed before your eyes. There was so much you had left to do. I mean, you had never even been to a virgin sacrifice. Never properly feasted on St Vigeous. You hadn’t even found your anti-soulmate.

You were almost ready to give up. And then he turned up. Your guardian angel.

Angel assessed the fight, realising you had been caught up. Not realising why it broke out. You fought beside each other, but traded insults with your ally. You found yourself waiting for these interactions with him. It made you smirk. This was the way you flirted.

You enjoyed this back and forth. He was starting to make you feel alive again. Begin to… hope.

The fight was finished and now all you both were was surrounded by dust. You took a breath. In name, not in action, recovering from the fight.

But he grabbed you by your shoulders, you had taken your guard down. He slammed you into the brick wall. The contact almost made you shiver as you smiled wide. You opened your mouth to speak, he was expecting it and spoke first.

“Don’t” He warned, frustrated at the way your eyes danced despite his threat.

“I’ve been waiting for this for months” You smirked, leaning closer to his face. There was barely an inch between you.

“Huh. Your death?”

“We’re already dead, baby, I’m looking more for the spice of life” You teased before leaning in and finally catching your lips with his. This had been all you had been thinking since you had first met him. The tension had reached its crescendo and you had to act.

It was an urgent kiss, you were willing him to reciprocate. His action beforehand made the adrenaline pump around your body harder. Want him more. There was danger harboured deep below the soul he cared for so deeply and it called to you like a moth to a flame.

You wanted him. You enjoyed every side you had seen so far. You didn’t understand why he was so reluctant to admit the tension in the air when you were around each other.

His lips didn’t move at first for those agonising moments. And then they did. All at once. His lips moving and fiery against yours, now fighting you for dominance. You tasted so good to him. A hand gripping your upper arm tightly with the other sliding up the curvature of your neck.

You slid your hands between the fabric of his shirt and his leather jacket, grasping at him. Your fingers snaked around him, exploring unchartered territory. He felt so good, you wanted him closer.

You found yourself almost preferring the feel of this more amiable touch to the harsh blows you had exchanged previously. He pressed you further into the wall, wanting more.

But all too quickly, his lips started to falter and you felt him start to pull away. He started to think too much into it. Comprehending the implications. You felt too good to him. You were a distraction, a sinful figure that strayed him from the power’s path. You almost whined as he pulled himself from where he had been pressed flush against you. He had to fight himself to remove his hands from you.

Your hands slid sadly from where they had been exploring his lean form. You felt yourself pouting slightly, which is a feat when you have fangs like you did.

His face had changed during your kiss, as had yours. Your vampire forms released as the tension did. Your more animalistic forms finding each other so appealing. The kiss a revelation, in some sense a curse. But again, he was used to that.

He pulled back, his face the picture of shock. It was the most emotion he had allowed you to see. So many contradictory emotions flashing behind his eyes. It had felt wrong, but oh so right to kiss you that way. He wanted more. He wanted to get as far away from you as possible.

You watched him in his turmoil, not able to hide the way you enjoyed seeing his face this way. You reached with your hand to trail along the distinctive bumps of his forehead. You couldn’t help it, you had suddenly begun to soften for him. Against your will. You wanted him to want you deeper than you had realised.

He realised that his vampire face was showing. He winced away from you, and you scanned over his face. He switched back immediately. Masking it.

He was ashamed. You frowned, your own vamp face still there. You embraced all that you were. You scanned his face, trying to show him that he could be himself with you. But he didn’t read that from your face.

He stepped back, all contact with him now gone. His eyes still trapped in yours for a moment. Your back was still pressed against the rough brick, your arm still outstretched for him.

But he just ran, jacket whipping around him as he kicked up his dust on way out of the alleyway. As if a magician through a puff of smoke, he was gone.

You eventually moved yourself from the wall, leaning to take the briefcase. You shrugged, dusting it off from the ash that had been left from the fight.

You walked slowly with your items, thoughts beginning to spin. Finding yourself lacking something deep inside that you had not realised you had been missing for so long.

[sleepypeaky]

now i’ve found you

finn shelby x male reader

request: male!reader, who is Tommy's assistant, is pretty sure he's straight. but he ends up falling for one of the shelby brothers (your choice!). insert gay crisis, and potentially tommy/aunt polly/ada being supportive?

w/c: 1,363

a/n: i love this headcannon so much thank you. i know i do finn for everything but i thought this would work the best and also i love him so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ note that john is alive because im in deep denial. i know i went for a heavier take on this than i could have, but i think it works. also yes i ripped that scene right out of the DA movie. i hope i did the mlm a good. #wlwmlmsolidarity

this is 1928 ish so finn is 20 and so is the reader

this is very obviously way more fully formed than any of my other fics but its tuesday and i have nothing to do so 

Ada Thorne had always looked out for you. So when she managed to get you a job working for her brother, you knew you would be safe. Now you hurried up the steps and knocked on a large heavy wooden door, which opened presently to a sitting room where you awaited your new boss.

Ada held the phone to her ear.

“Listen,” she said. “I have a lad who needs a safe place to work. He’s smart and capable and before you say anything, no, he’s not a spy.”

Tommy silently acknowledged the last part with approval. “Ok, but protection from what?”

Ada looked over her shoulder, making sure none of the others in the house were about. She sighed, “I know this means little to you, but he -lets put it this way- doesn’t fancy the ladies. And life is hard enough for people like him without having to worry about being kicked out of work for something that’s no one’s goddamn business.”

“As you said, this lad’s private life is moot to me, but if you can vouch for his work ethic and loyalty, i’ll give him a try.”

“You must be (y/f/n), nice to meet you.” Tommy shook your hand and led you into his office.

“My sister talks very highly of you, and she is quite possibly the only honest person i know.” He offered you a chair and lit himself a cigarette.

“So, the job is simple enough. I need an assistant, the most recent of which, is my wife, who can’t very well be working for me anymore.”

You smiled and nodded. 

“Well I have two years of university to my name so I hope I can be useful.”

Tommy chuckled, “Well you are more qualified than any other man here lad, and it’s probably smart to get some new young blood on the company.”

You smiled, “Thank you sir.”

He motioned you to follow him out of the room and into a smaller one just off it.

“This is your office, across the hall-” He motioned behind him through the door, where directly adjacent was another room, “-Is my cousin Michael’s office, he is the account handler so to speak.”

“Now,” He turned back to you, “There is the matter of this.”

He placed a pistol and a handful of ammunition onto the desk between you.

“You know how to shoot son?’

You looked concernedly at the weapon casually lying on the table,

“No sir.”

“Well, hopefully you wont ever need to use this but it seems to be company policy, never can be too careful. I’ll have someone teach you.” 

You thanked him and placed the items in a desk drawer.

“If you’ll follow me, i’ll give you the rundown of the company,” he said. “I’ve got some time and I need to wrangle up some people.”

You followed him out the door and through a series of buildings where different operations took place. At one point, you walked into a sort of yard-warehouse area.

Beginning from a distance and gradually growing louder,  you could hear ‘duck!’ ‘hit!’ ‘shift!’ etc.. 

All was explained when you and Tommy turned the corner.

In a roped off section of the cement yard were two very handsome young men. Both boxing and both, seemingly to vex you on your first day, shirtless.

“That’s Bonnie and Finn, don’t mind them.” Tommy commented off-hand. 

He turned left and walked into another building, leaving you just enough time to glance back at the two shirtless men, before ducking in after him.

After Tommy had introduced you the Charlie and Curly, he led you back to the office and then said he had to run, and you could start filing the stack of papers on his desk. 

You went right to work, and before long, had forgotten the time completely.

~~~~

You were in a filing induced trance when a noise took you out of it.

The noise turned out to be the door opening.

“Oh hi.. i didn’t know anyone was in here..” The boy stammered.

You looked up to see on of the boys from the boxing ring, taken slightly by surprise, you fumbled out from behind the desk to introduce yourself.

“Sorry to surprise you, hi i’m (y/n), Mr. Shelby’s new assistant.” You held out your hand and he shook it.

“I’m Finn,” he stumbled “Tommy’s brother.” he released your hand.

“Can I help you with anything?” You asked, tilting your head.

“Well I thought I’d find my brother here but i guess i’ll see him later.”

In a hasty fashion he held up a hand as a brief farewell, and scurried out of the room.

You sighed and cursed silently to yourself.

Out of all the people he could have been, why my boss’s brother.

~~~~

Like no time at all, the weeks and months seemingly flew past. You had become acquainted with everyone and felt like you had finally found your place. There were, of course, still some aspects with which you couldn’t fit in just the same as any other.

“Oi, you’re a good looking lad! Why don’t you come along with us tonight. Get some drink and find a girl, Birmingham’s best!” Arthur wheezed.

“That’s not saying much, but do come along mate!” John followed up. Giving you a friendly slap on the back.

You smiled,

“Thanks,” You gave john a man-pat on the shoulder, “But i got some work to finish here.”

“Suit yerself.” And they were gone.

You sighed with relief. You knew you’d have to go someday, but right now you couldn’t handle the idea of,,,that.

A few minutes later ,you heard a knock on the door and Finn entered, holding two crystal glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

“i heard you skipped goin’ to the Garrison with the others so i thought i’d bring some to you.”

He placed the things down on your desk and sat on the chair opposite you.

“You’re a life-saver! thank you.” you exclaimed.

Finn chuckled, pouring you a glass and handing it over, 

“Yeah, it’s not really my scene either.”

You hummed, taking a sip and savoring it quickly in your mouth. You wondered, a stupid thing to do, if it wasn’t his scene for the same reasons as you. Though the more you got to know him. You suspected.

Suspicions are a dangerous thing. Especially ones that are led by the heart, and are ever so biased on your own happiness. Nevertheless, a week or so later from that night, you popped in to tell Finn, with perhaps too much certainty,

“You know, I think I know a place you might enjoy.”

~~~~

London always induced a joyous feeling inside you. Not that you had only fond memories from living there -far from it- but there was something about a city where the air wasn’t 80% coal soot.

You and Finn got off the train and made your way to Ada’s house. It was always a delight to be in her presence. Especially because you owed her so much, in fact, probably you owed her your life in so may ways.

After tea, and insisting that you had to make your way to a surprise spot, you and Finn made your way into the night.

Through a maze of mews and side-streets, down alleys and cracks you led him.

“I know i grew up in small heath,” He said at one point, when you were in a particularly funky alley. “but where the hell are you taking me?”

“Trust me.”  you assured him.

You both came out of an alley and into a small courtyard-like space. You brushed off your clothes a little and knocked on a door in the dark brick wall.

A little notch opened up and you whispered the password. the door swung open.

“Hello Love!” The doorman said, “ ‘aven’t seen you ‘round here for a long time!” 

You greeted the man back and made apologies. Presently, you went inside, leading Finn behind you.

Inside was an immaculate ballroom filled with people. Jazz music was pouring from the stage at the far end of the room. But as Finn looked around more, he started thinking that something was off. 

When he realized he froze.

All the people dancing, all the paired up couples, were men. Some dressed lavishly and others in plain working clothes. some with curled mustaches and some with cheeks of rouge and powdered skin.

Finn couldn’t believe his eyes.

He saw for the first time, a pair of men dancing hand in hand with wild smiles on their faces. Laughing, singing along.

Finn couldn’t move, nor could he take his eyes off the sights around him.

He felt your presence next to him, 

“Was i right to bring you here?” You asked.

He turned his head to face you, he was quivering. He looked you in the eyes, eyes that were lined with tears. 

“I had no idea,” He whispered,

“I had no idea there were others.”

Your heart ached for him in a way that only those like them know. You knew what he felt, the wonder, the pain, the confused elation.

You took his hand,

“There are.”

You slowly pulled him to the dance floor.

The music had gotten slower, and the dancing changed to a sort of swaying four-step. 

You took his other hand first, letting him go at his own pace, but soon you were as close as the others on the floor. both of you had a hand on the others waist.

Finn looked around again, at all the other people, eyes all closed and heads close. He turned back to you and moved even closer. He brought his lips up to your ear, 

“Thank you.” He whispered. He kept his cheek at yours, you felt his hands on your back.

He moved his head slowly so he could look at you again, it was such that your foreheads touched. Your heart beat slow, but hard. You whispered

“Can i kiss you?”

His eyes flicked up to yours before looking down again and moving his lips to yours.

It was ever so soft, barely even there. But it was there, and that was beyond anything Finn had ever felt or imagined before. He closed his eyes and kissed harder this time, and from beneath his eyelids came small lines of tears. The release of an unseen, unknown burden that he had carried for so long.

All you felt was warmth. And the ballroom surrounding you disappeared. You were on a different plane of being, the jazz music still crooned, muffled. 

All there was was him, and for him all there was was you.

~~~~

Epilogue

Finn stood outside the opaque glass of the door. And in the irony of psychology, he had never felt more confident about what he was going to do.

He opened the door to Tommy’s office. 

“Hello Finn.” He said from behind the desk, cigarette smoking from his lip.

Finn went right up and took a seat across from his brother. 

“I’m a homosexual.” He declared, his gaze unwavering despite the magnanimity of his previous statement. 

Tommy took the cigarette from between his lips and put it out.

“Well then.” He reached over and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, pouring two glasses and sliding one over to Finn. He took a sip.

“Why are you telling me now?”

“Because I’m in love with (y/n).” He replied casually, taking himself a swig.

Tommy raised his brow, but made no other physical impression of surprise.

“Well then.” He said again.

Finn sat there in the silence of Tommy’s company. Surprised, and at the same time not, at his reaction. 

Tommy got up from his seat and made his was around the desk. Finn stayed where he was. In an act so small, and yet untellingly powerful, tommy placed a hand of finns shoulder, and kept it there.

“How will the others find out?”

They found out at a family meeting a month later, when, a new agenda item was introduced.

For a while after, there was silence. 

John, being john, broke it with,

“Falling for a secretary huh?” he chuckled, “that seems more like something i’d do.”

That lightened the tension. Amid the other items on the list, Finn leaned over to Ada, who sat on his right.

“Tell me,” He asked quietly to her, “did you know?”

She breathed a moment, finding the words to use.

“I knew you had more on your mind than we could ever know.”

Finn looked back ahead, letting her words sink into his mind. Her hand rested on his knee with quiet warmth and reassurance.

~~~~ You waited outside the meeting room until the rest of them filed out. Finn was the last, and when he appeared you gave him a quick peck on the lips, and held his hand, walking together out of the building.

[pogaytosalad]

Heres a wip of a sequel.

Dmviolence, by jade

Hello, if youre hearing this, it probably means im dead. Either that, or im alive and just got tired of keeping this hidden. You might remember my voice from a previous recording about a takeover in sector ⬽:➻, in which id helped prevent total annihilation of the sector. At the time i was unnamed, however now you may call me Kalton. After the takeover i resigned and moved to a job at a dmv. This planet was, for some reason, in one of the most tactically advantageous locations in the galaxy. And for some reason the higher ups dedicated the whole damn planet to dmvs. Dont ask why. Now, onto the story.

I woke up, and i put on my emerald green contact lenses. Just like any other day. I put on a basic white t-shirt and a leather bomber jacket along with a pair of jean shorts. If you cant tell by now, im gay.

I live in a small apartment. By small apartment i mean a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen all crammed into 2 rooms. I hopped out the bedroom window onto my motorcycle. It was a diamond white motorcycle with deep red stripes along the sides and the handlebars. My pride and joy. I put on my jet black helmet and took off towards my job at the, you guessed it, dmv.

Chapter 2

I pulled up in the parking lot and took off my helmet, my blue hair a total rats nest. The doors were push doors, yet i somehow ALWAYS pulled first. I entered the dmv and went to my station. A few hours passed by and no one had come in yet, which was unusual. So naturally i decided to sit down on the floor, put in my earbuds, and enjoyed some heavy metal. A few more hours passed by, and usually by now i wouldve been yelled at by my boss. This struck me as odd so i stood up. I really wish i hadnt stood up. The place had been completely destroyed. There were drop pods crashed in through the roof and they all had the ERGON logo on them. Ergon was a multi trillion dollar pencil manufacturing company with its own military. They had previously tried to take over sector ⬽:➻ when i had been working there. I was not looking forwards to what was about to happen.

Quickly, i ducked back onto the floor before anyone saw me. There were 4 riot soldiers holding this building. This was gonna be fun. The riot soldiers are your stereotypical riot gear and police baton soldiers. But these guys had laser batons and the riot gear gave them heightened strength and speed. They also had some, dare I say, shitty energy pistols. I crawled over to one of the soldiers who wasnt being watched and broke their neck. Carefully I took the baton and the pistol. Slowly crawled my way back to my station and checked the shot count in the pistol. I had 6 shots, just enough to take care of the remaining three soldiers. I stood up quickly and shot each soldier twice in the head. First shot to open the riot helmet, second shot to kill. I vaulted over the counter and grabbed the three pistols. These things were so stupid. You couldnt even remove the clips. Once you ran out of shots, the pistol was useless. Nonetheless, i didnt have any choice. I had a laser baton and 18 total shots in 3 pistols.

Upon leaving the building, my motorcycle was one of the few things to survive. It had alot of scratches and damage, but it still worked. The helmet was shattered however. I mounted the motorcycle and took off towards the next closest dmv. Maybe id find some better gear there.

Chapter 3

Pulling up next to the second dmv i immediately noticed 3 things. 1: there was blood everywhere. 2: there were 25 soldiers here. And 3: they all had energy weapons. The reason these things are relevant is because energy weapons dont cause bloodshed. This was the result of something else. Something new i hadnt dealt with yet.

I drove up and ran over 5 of the soldiers. This was probably an incredibly bad idea, seeing as i had 18 shots, enough for 9 kills, and there were 20 soldiers left. Every single soldier turned to me and i, being the absolute genius that i am, welded the front of one of the pistols shut with the laser baton, shot it off, and threw it into thei crowd of soldiers. It exploded, releasing a shockwave of energy and disabling the soldiers. I then used the baton to cut through the riot gear and kill the soldiers. I felt like a badass. That is until a mechanical looking wolf jumped at me and started trying to rip my face off.

The wolf was a frostwolf, except it had been placed into a mechanical frame and its teeth and claws had been replaced with lasers. I tried to bash it off of me with the baton but it just bit it in two. This gave me just enough time to grab an energy pistol and shoot the wolf. It kept trying to kill me amd i wasted a whole clip on it until suddenly, the dog started to levitate in the air and got thrown aside into a wall. I got up and was instantly frozen in place. Thats when.. she walked up.

Chapter 4

The she i am reffering to is ebony. A goth/punk wannabe with light blue tear shaped eyes and black hair with purple streaks. Shes a bitch whos mind got too powerful and now she can move things without touching them. Shes been chasing me for months. Not in a murderous way. Shes just obsessed with me. Ive tried to tell her im gay but she wont listen. And now im at her mercy.

She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I hated it. She looked as if she was contemplating whether or not to free me when a pod came down from the sky and crushed her. Thank god. But i honestly wouldve rathered suffered at her hand than deal with what i had to deal with next...

Out of the pod came the warden. The goddamn warden from sector ⬽:➻. Last id seen him hed been in the same situation as ebony. Crushed to death under a pod. But this time, instead of being on my side, he was here to kill me. He was huge. Like seriously huge. He was at least 8 feet tall and shaped like gaston. Whos gaston? Nobody knows these days. But its basically a way to say "extremely buff and wide". Back to the story. The warden wasnt looking very good, considering the rotten skin, obviously quickly patched together face, and muscles hanging loose out of his skin. His rotting ruined body was held together by an exoskeleton of chromium-tungsten alloy. Nothing i had was gonna cut through that. I was gonna have to get creative here..

The warden had 2 weapons, both of them were his fists. Huge gauntlets that were each about the size of a cow. Definitely bigger than his previous set. They were a golden green metal i couldnt identify. But i didnt want to get hit with one to try and find out. I ran. I ran as fast i could run into the dmv and hid. I could hear the wardens footsteps. It was as if a small earthquake happened each time he took a step.

I peeked over the desk i was hiding behind and saw him punch through the 2 desks opposite to me. It took no effort and i couldve sworn i saw him smile. Obviously i didnt. Cause he didnt have a mouth anymore. But if he did, he definitely wouldve smiled. I took a shot to get his attention and ran off towards the wall. The warden was definitely faster than i expected.

Luckily i managed to dodge the blow by a centimeter. The metal smelled of decaying flesh and popcorn. The wardens blow punched a huge hole in the wall. I hope you see where im going with this.

I ran off to another wall and we repeated this same process a number of times until the building was barely still up. I ran out the doors and threw the baton at the last of the supports, cutting through it and causing the building to collapse in on the warden. He wasnt getting out of that. I decided to search the rubble to see if i could find anything worth taking. I found a new baton, a flame rifle and a few more energy pistols.

The flame rifle was a very interesting design. The sides were painted jet black with flame decals scattered about. You could feel the heat on the inside and it made the gun warm to the touch. Comfortable to hold. Other than that though, it looked like an old fashioned 8.59mm sniper rifle. It had 4 shots remaining, so id have to use it sparingly.

I grabbed some scrap materials out of the rubble to make a holster for it and put it on my back.

The energy pistols just dangled from a keychain. The baton was simply turned off and placed through a hole in the back pockets of my shorts. I ran to my motorcycle and drove off, i needed to find out more. I had questions, and i had a sneaking suspicion that i knew where to find the answers.

I drove off again, i was dirty and there was blood on me and my bike. I probably looked like a serial killer. But i knew that if anyone was still alive, itd be jayden. They were.. well. They were a vampire. They lived in a swampland area and wore sparkly rainbow shirts and a huge sunhat. The sunhat allowed them to go outside in the sun, and they only drank coconut water. They also had a crazy amount of weaponry and used to work at ergon, before being fired for stealing weaponry. By the way, if you havent noticed by now, im using they/them to refer to jayden. Jayden doesnt have a gender. Jayden.. is kind of my crush. It probably has something to do with the fact that theyre the only person on this planet who talks to me. Other than ebony.. but ebony is... not my type i guess. Anyways, back to jayden. Jayden was on the roof of their swamp shack drinking coconut water out of a wine glass. I yelled up at them and they fell off the roof onto my back. I guess i cushioned their fall. Jayden immediately said "What do you need dear" without waiting for me to stand up, and shattered the wine glass. I informed them of the situation and asked the questions i had. Things like "what are the ergon soldiers defences like on their ships" and "how did they reanimate the warden" they had answers.

Jayden told me about the new security measures that had been put in place since id last been on an ergon ship. There was now a code for each teleportation pod and the gaurds had doubled. As for the warden, it turns out jayden was actually the first test run in reanimation sciences, and couldnt answer me because they had been unconcious in a lab when the warden was reanimated. That explained the vampire undead thing. Jayden invited me into the shack where they pulled a nail out of the floorboards and it turned into a ramp to the basement. Down in the basement? Thats where jayden kept their weapons they stole. And boy oh boy were there some interesting ones.

One that immediately caught my attention was the big rocket launcher. It had 3 barrels and each was a different colour, indicating a different effect. One was red, one was yellow, and one was green. The red barrel fired a normal explosive rocket, the yellow barrel fired an electromagnetic pulse rocket, and the green barrel fired an acidic explosive. And the launcher shrunk down to the size of an energy pistol when a button was pressed. It gathered up dirt and dust and garbage around it from the back to quickly convert into ammo but the only downside is that it would be difficult to use more than once in an area.

Jayden picked out an old shotgun. At first i didnt understand why, but then they loaded the clip. The clip was a huge drum that loaded in the bottom of the barrel. The drum was see through and inside you could see sawblades lined up side by side. When they pumped the shotgun a blade got lifted into a slot between the 2 shotgun barrels and started glowing red. When the trigger was pulled, the blade spun at high speeds and fired out of the slot, spinning along the ground like a wheel. It could cut through anything a baton could cut through and seemed to almost follow its target. The gun itself looked like an DP-12, except behind the pump, a large clear drum full of sawblades was in place. The blade sat between the barrels in place of the iron sights and got heated up by an electrical circut.

I also took a laser sword instead of my baton, it was just like the one that [3825968] had, except this one was about an inch longer. The final weapon i took was an acid thrower. It was basically just a watergun with acid in it. Ive always been partial to acidic weapons. If youve heard my other story, youd know why..

Jayden also took a submachine gun that fired freezing rounds. The rounds were essentially glorified waterballoons with liquid nitrogen in them. Though the rounds were bullet sized, enough shots from it would certainly freeze you in place. The freeze gun was about the size of the average human head, and was painted navy blue with blue saphire stripes placed along it. We both left the shack, me with my sword and jayden with a wine glass. We were ready to kick ass and put a stop to this.

We left and immediately both got flung into some trees. Guess who it was. It was ebony. Her body had been found and reanimated. I was starting to see a pattern. And now we had to fight the telekinetic who could kill us with a wave of her hand.

She was levitating. Her eyes were glowing red and her hair was floating in the air. She had a smile of someone about to rip your arms off and beat you with them. I tried to take a shot at her but my hand got knocked aside by an invisible force. So i tried the next best thing. Seduction. Fake seduction. Hopefully the whole dying and coming back from the dead thing didnt make her stop being weirdly obsessed with me.

While i faked surrender and complimented ebony and attempted to seduce her, jayden took aim of their ice gun and shot a burst at ebonys right arm. The arm froze in place and shattered. Hopefully that would lower the strength of her telekinetic abilities. It did. But only by about half. Which meant jayden got thrown into the air as i tried to discreetly unholster my acid gun. It wasnt discreet enough and the gun was knocked from my hand.

The gun flew forwards and the impact of hitting the ground set it off for a second, just enough to spray an acidic burn through her arm. Incapacitating her. Jayden ended up sneaking up behind her and impaling her through the skull with the shattered end of their wine glass. Finally ebony was dead for good.

The acid gun was busted, so we had to leave it behind. We got onto my motorcycle and took off towards my apartment building. We would need food if we were going to be traveling. An apartment complex would probably be full of foods, and alot of dead people who wouldnt care if we took some stuff.

[cartoon-wave]

translated villainous pilot script

hello i took the time to translate the villanos pilot, my native tongue is spanish so forgive the grammar and if anything sounds weird its my fault heh... If anyone is adding subtitles to the spanish video feel free to take this script, since i dont know how to add subtitles to videos myself. 

also this wont make sense unless you are watching the video so, go look for it first.

“THE ATROCIOUS DAWN”

___________________________________________

SUNBLAST: Did you have enough, villainess? PENUMBRA: Let me explain- SUNBLAST: Get out! The only reason you aren't in prison right now is because I enjoy defeating you.

PENUMBRA: Disgusting SunBlast and his idiot fans. I'd give anything just for him to leave me-*Screens flickering*... alone?

TV: Black Hat here- Are you a villain in distress? Evil is our business and business is good-

BH: Problems with heroes?

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HERO #2: Admit it Flug you're a failure. You should rename yourself "DR. FAILURE". It doesn’t matter how many times you try.

Flug: Shut up! You! GOLDIE (he says “Doradito” i believe)

FLUG: Jefecito chulo! (Boss)

BH: Well, well, well, that was a... Wonderful job Doctor

FLUG: (sobbing) Ay híjole, I don't know what to say Boss... thank you very much

BH: And another thing... MAYDAY. MAYDAY.MAYDAY. (flug's alarm clock beeps)

FLUG: At least it was just a dream and not the recurrent nightmares i have

FLUG: Okay, time to execute the morning routine FLUG: STEP 1. Wake everyone up.

5.0.5.: (Snores)

FLUG: Good morning Pachoncito (Fluffy) FLUG: Don't forget to NOT clean Black Hat's office again or he'll make you look at your own guts, again.

(5.0.5. salutes)

FLUG: What's next on the list? UGH.

(Demencia laughs)

Hero #3 idk his name: Speak again villain, what's your evil plan!

FLUG: Breakfast

Hero #3: Breakfast? Hey that doesn't sound very evil, what's on the menu- (screams) 

Hero #3: that wasn't breakfast

Demencia: (laughs hysterically while Flug says good morning to her)

FLUG: okay, let's do something easier today. Just go change clothes.

DEMENCIA: Never! Pajamas forever! 

FLUG: Come here you madwoman! Rules can't be bent as if they were- MY BACK (yelps) this. is. hurting. me. a. lot. (high pitch scared sound when he sees BH)      G-good morning Boss, how may I be of your service?

BH: (deep distorted voice) A client of name Penumbra made a call to our organization seeking for help to destroy a problematic hero.

FLUG: What and the poor thing can't do it on her own?

PENUMBRA: (Coughs)

FLUG: Ay la llorona!*

PENUMBRA: I'm not a crybaby! It's just that he can't be reasoned with! He's always bothering me when I try to cover up the sun so it doesn't burn me alive.

FLUG: Don't worry madame. I always have a backup plan for nuisances like that. 

FLUG: I'm not gonna fail you Boss.

BH: I expect that Dr. BH: For your own good. ___________________________

DEMENCIA: Look at him... he's so vile. So evil. Owww, remind me why I'm leaving this cutie alone

FLUG: Because we are in a mission. And he's not alone, he's with Penumbra.

DEMENCIA: (grunts)

FLUG: If you break another phone again I won't be giving you another one, not one more!

(SIGN READS: Welcome to ATRENO CITY "Where sun always shine bright")

FLUG: Yeah yeah he looks strong, but this should be easy if you can fully adhere to my plan.

DEMENCIA: We don't need a dumb plan. We just need to kick his super

ass- To hell with it! I'll do it myself. Where is he?!

FLUG: I'll explain it to you Demencia. To find a hero you need to get

inside his head, literally.

COP: Wait a moment... You can only park on the statue on Sundays!

FLUG: Alright. Now that we successfully infiltrated in the city, It's

time to execute MY plan to defeat SunBlast. Your attention, please.

FLUG: FIRST, I'm gonna track his position. SECOND, 5.0.5. is gonna

cover me. THIRD, 'Dumbmencia'... You can help by not getting in the

way.

FLUG: Follow the plan and remember! You must TAKE him by surprise,

don't let it be like the last time when- (sound of explosion) What was

that?

DEMENCIA: Where are you Captain Sunburn? Where are you coward? Come and

face me!

FLUG: DAUGHTER OF A LIZARD (a play on 'Son of a b*tch') WHAT DID I JUST

TELL YOU?! STAY STILL

DEMENCIA: There you are

SUNBLAST: A nerd? I. Hate. NERDS

DEMENCIA: haha! the sun is going DOWN

FLUG: Demencia! You are ruining my evil plan.

SUNBLAST: You're a villain on top of a nerd?

FLUG: Great, now we have to jump to the 30th step of my plan. (Pulls

ray) The Chillator. Fluffy, cover me. (5.0.5 hugs him) I didn't mean I wanted a bear hug!

DEMENCIA: huh? (falls down) This changes nothing you coward!

(the next part is just inaudible grunts and their asses getting kicked)

FLUG: Team blackhat was defeated again! (This is a pokemon reference

since Flug's spanish voice actor dubbed James in the pokemon anime)

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FLUG: HOW MANY TIMES MUST I REPEAT THIS? YOU. HAVE. TO. FOLLOW. MY. PLAN.

DEMENCIA: Your plan sucks

(alert message reads: Intruder detected -warning-)

FLUG: Oh my god he's coming here and I don't have a plan (scribbles)

no! not this! not this either-

DEMENCIA: Leave him to me- I don't need my left side- I just need my love for my Black Hat

COP: You guys forgot your ticket

SUNBLAST: YES, lead me to her.

FLUG: 5.0.5. What did you do?! Now he's following us to the island. If Black Hat finds out, he's gonna slap our hands-

BH: I see you are on your way back. Then, you must have FINISHED.

FLUG: Y-yes Sir Black Hat.. Everything's going according to the plan

PENUMBRA: Did you catch him?

FLUG: Yeah we did, fell straight into our trap, we're even going to do a special delivery so you can see his defeat in person

BH: I'm impatient.

FLUG: We're on our way (screams)

DEMENCIA: She's even uglier in person

FLUG: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. Aren't you seeing this, we're done

for! And all because YOU can't follow step by step the precious plan I

made with so much effort. AND NOW THERE IS NO PRECIOUS PLAN LEFT. AND

SUNBLAST IS NOW FOLLOWING US TO BLACKHAT ISLAND. WHERE LORD BLACK HAT IS EXPECTING US TO DO A WRESTLING MOVE ON HIM THE WAY ONLY US KNOW HOW TO... Do?

FLUG: Now there IS a nice plan ___________________________________

SUNBLAST: Where is she? I know she hired you to get rid of me.

FLUG: SunBlast, he he he. I was expecting you to come. Oof, Fluffy,

you're too heavy, get down!! please (wheeze)

SUNBLAST: Nobody knew of me before coming to ATRINO, you think I'm

going to lose my popularity just because Penumbra and a bunch of nerds

are afraid of getting a tan? Hah! I'm gonna get rid of her and the lot

of you. NERDS

FLUG: Don't you say. Because I've been looking to destroy you all day,

thinking about plans and making my team follow it. But I thought they

weren't paying attention, then I realized that it was me who needed to

pay attention to them. Fluffy! Cover him.

SUNBLAST: Get off me chubby!

SUNBLAST: Ah, it's her again, so what? She couldn't keep up with me

last time, what's the difference?

FLUG: Not to be nosy, but he said Penumbra and Black Hat made a cute couple.

(Demencia growls)

SUNBLAST: Whats wrong with you?! crazy woman! SUNBLAST: I'm still stronger, shorties!

FLUG: Is that so? (Pulls lever that reads: Nuisance Remover) FLUG: Aw you poor thing

PENUMBRA: Impressing! Marvelous!

FLUG: A mini-hero defeated. For lady Penumbra.

PENUMBRA: Finally. You and me are going to have a long conversation.

SUNBLAST: No... Noooo

PENUMBRA: Thank you Mister Black Hat. Your team made an excellent job.

Now I can use SunBlast's power to create a cure for my skin condition.

How can I repay your marvelous services?

BH: It was a pleasure to make a deal with you Lady Penumbra.(Deep

distorted voice) Now get out.

PENUMBRA: B-bye... Goodbye!

BH: You made a job that was exceptionally... MEDIOCRE. BH: HOW DARE YOU BRING A PATHETIC HERO TO MY DOMAINS. YOU THOUGHT I WOULDN'T REALIZE? YOU TAKE ME FOR AN IDIOT?

DEMENCIA: Anddd... what is the plan, Doc?

FLUG:... Run.

_____________________________

PENUMBRA: And that is the reason why I needed to create the machine

(sigh) See, you're a good listener... Sunblast? Sunblast! Aw, he's

asleep.

[bleufrost]

You Chose This || John Wick x reader

Summary: youve been working as a bartender at the Continental for a few years and have secretly been seeing the infamous Baba Yaga for as long as hes been back out of retirement. Yes, he's been labeled "excommunicado," but that wont stop you from doing your damn best to work on saving him.

Warnings: mentions of blood, brief violence, some slightly sexual (?) content, and weapons

A/N: this is sort of au i guess (but what fanfic isnt) and is set between chapters 2 and 3 (: kind of angsty, kind of fluffy, kind of steamy. the summary is shit btw and more of a background knowledge thing than anything else. enjoy!

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You had nearly dropped the shot glass that you held between your fingers to land in a million sharp pieces on the ground when Winston shared with you that he had been forced to make the painstakingly difficult choice to declare John Wick "excommunicado."

John. Your John who you had spent the last few years getting to know and love both at a surface level, and at a completely and utterly intimate one. Your John who had come back time and time again with new cuts and bruises for you to tend to. Your John who held you close as you cried over the many faces who had come and gone, never to be seen again in this world, that you had come to know as friends. John was to be one of them now. You may never see him alive again, and you could not accept that.

Winston had barely escaped that shot glass that hadn't slipped, but instead had been thrown, in a fit of anger toward his head. He did not however, escape the onslaught of hateful words you screamed his way immediately after.

You had trusted him, John had trusted him. And he had betrayed you both.

Of course, it wasn't that simple. Winston had been forced into a corner with no other option but to turn his back on a friend. It had been painful for him, but logic and understanding were far from your mind as you asked, no, demanded one simple thing from your boss.

"Where can i find him?"

Two hours later, you were pulling your car up the driveway of a small, inconspicuous cabin that hid in the middle of a secluded forest. You never would have found it if it weren't for Winston's very clear and detailed instructions. It was the perfect hiding spot.

Your heart was racing and your hands shook from a mix of adrenline and nerves. He would be waiting for you, gun in hand and looking for a fight. It was nothing personal and you knew it. His entire life was driven by the neverending chase that nearly always landed his prey laying dead where they stood breathing not a moment ago. He lived in darkness and solitude save for a wife you never had the pleasure to meet, a single stolen puppy, and the one loyal companion he could trust now, his pitbull. You could never fault him for what he may do now that he was finally the one being chased; it was in his nature.

Putting the car into park, you reached into the back and quickly loaded the revolver, sliding it into the holster on your thigh. A similar one housing a knife could be found within your boot and, as you felt for it to ensure its presence, you remembered a time long ago when John had unzipped that very boot and undid the clasp that held the knife and holster in place against your delicate skin. He was so soft, working so nimbly with rough fingers that would never purposefully bring you harm. You missed him and you desperately hoped he wasn't as afraid right now as you would be in his position.

Taking a final breath, you pulled on the door handle and swiftly escaped the confines of the vehicle. The leaves crunched beneath your heel as you made your way to the door; you would be quiet, but not quiet enough for him to immediately label you a threat. Finally reaching the handle, you knocked softly and called out a gentle, "John?" before making a move to open the door. Surprisingly, it opened with ease and you barely heard the soft pad of feet against the floor as John no doubt had retreated back into one of the rooms to give himself the advantage.

Walking further in, you took note of the bloodstained cloths and used up paper towel rolls that were marred with blood; John's no doubt. Normally the sheer amount of blood would lead to concern, but if he was currently facing the wrath of nearly every assasin on Winston's roster than this seemed to pale in comparison of what may come. What you hoped to help him escape from, or fight if you must.

"John? I'm not here to hurt you." You called again as you further made your way to his door. Before entering where you knew he would be you tried one last time to call him, only to be met with a small whine from what you assumed was his baby, and then silence. Finally, you decided there was nothing more you could do but open it and hope to not be met with the business end of a gun barreling a bullet at your head.

The moment you so much as cracked the door open slightly, your body was slammed back against the floor. Honestly, you were proud of him for clearly being injured and still managing to fight back virtually as well as he would have completely unharmed. You were proud, but not proud enough to distract from the throbbing headache you felt forming.

"You have one chance to leave and never come back," John jumped on top of you, instantly pointing a pistol at your head. You smiled up at him almost sadly, "Hi John. I'm not here to fullfill any contract. Not an assassin, remember?" His eyes studied you for the briefest of moments before he got up and held a hand out to assist you up. You took it, and in an instant he had your body pressed against his. You felt his hand slide down your side smoothly until his fingers found your thigh. Your eyes shut slowly at the feeling of his warm hands on you and you sighed soflty before feeling those same gentle hands roughly grasp the holster you had placed there only minutes ago. "Why are you armed if you don't plan to kill me?" John tore the holster from your thigh and pushed you back slightly.

"There's another one in my boot. You know the one. I brought them to be safe, it was just a precautionary measure John. You told me to never go unarmed, for once I'm taking your advice." You offered him another small smile at that. The two of you had spent many long nights together, early mornings wrapped in sheets and murmuring soft whispers of a life beyond the Continental. Each day before one of you left, John would lecture you on the importance of staying armed in case of emergency. He told you there were times he could not protect you in person. So one day he knelt before you, leaving small traces of kisses with his mouth against your heated skin, beginning at your knee and traveling downward to the smooth skin of your ankle. Upon reaching it he slid the sheathed knife, which had been encased within the holster he had bought for you, around your leg, allowing his fingers to trail away from your skin once he was done.

John studied you once more, looking for any trace of deceit upon your features but there was none. He let out a labored breath before allowing himself to slump slightly against you. He held you for a moment and you felt his walls come down as he finally felt safe enough to let you in. The fact that he had not bothered to completely disarm you did not go unnoticed, and that coupled with his allowed vulnerability in front of a person he knew remained armed warmed your heart in a way only a person living in this world of death could appreciate.

"You can't be here. They're coming for me and if they know you're helping me, they will kill you." John's voice was rough and desperate, almost pleading in a way. His words told you to go, but you felt as though he was really asking if you would stay. Not in a forceful way, never in a forceful way, but he needed to know you understood the situation before you truly made a choice. If you wanted to leave, you could; but you didn't want to leave, in fact if you could choose you would never leave his side again. People were so fleeting in this life that you would never dare say it aloud, but you loved him.

"John, I knew what was happening before I came here. I knew that as soon as I chose to leave the safety of the Continental I would be in fair play. I think everyone knew I would choose you no matter what, except for maybe you." John looked away from you in what you could only describe as shame before he whispered out, "I'm sorry. I never meant for you to get involved in this. I didn't want this for you." You could have sworn you felt tears wetting your hair where John's face had taken rest and your heart broke at the uncharacteristic display of pain that he was unable to disguise any longer.

You pulled back and held his face between your hands as his arms remained resting at your sides. "Listen to me John, this isn't your fault. You never asked for any of this, and it is so far from the peace you really deserve. I made the choice to come here. I chose to follow you here because I knew that by your side is where I belong. You never forced, or even asked me to risk my life...but I'm doing it anyways because I know that living in a world that you aren't in is just not living for me. I chose you, and I would do it a million times over again." He tried to pull away then, but you held him close. You wouldn't let him turn away now, if he wanted to reject you after you had put almost everything you felt for him out in the open then he would have to face you while doing it. You knew in your heart that he would never turn you away though, even if neither of you would admit it, there was something there that ran deeper and truer than the blood within your veins.

"Are you sure about this? If you want out, I will do everything in my power to get you out."

"I think I made it pretty clear what I want, John." At that moment he leaned forward and you knew that there, with his lips pressed blissfully against yours, you would happily live out the rest of your days.

Unfortunately, you knew you couldn't stay there. It was the dog's little whimpers behind you that called the two of you back to reality. John reluctantly pulled his lips back from yours and went over to check on the little pup. You watched him adoringly as he tended to him, refilling the water bowl and putting a can of dog food out for him. You decided to lay out a blanket and some pillows that you found in the adjoining room to serve as a makeshift dog bed. John smiled warmly at you when he discovered the tiny bed you had put together and moved to wrap his hand around yours, taking you to the room that he had chosen to sleep in.

Once in the room, you grabbed some bandages, gauze, and disinfectant and walked over to John. "Sit still and tell me if anything I do hurts too much, okay?" You waited for him to give you a nod before helping him take off his dress shirt. You unbuttoned it slowly, allowing your fingers to gently feel the skin beneath as you made your way to the last button. John pulled his arms from the shirt, and you admired his bare chest for a moment before refocusing your attention to his poorly dressed wounds. You knew John had never been good at cleaning himself up, at least not in that sense. You shook your head and looked up into his eyes from the kneeling position you were in, "John, we really need to teach you how to fix yourself up better." You laughed lovingly as he returned the smile and replied, "I don't need to learn if you don't mind doing it." You didn't miss the seriousness behind his humor and it once again solidified to you that John really did love you deeply and sincerely.

The next hour or so consisted of slightly pained intakes of breath and calming hands that followed after the rubbing of gauze and disinfectant that would hopefully work to heal the torn and bruised flesh. John didn't waste a second after you had cleaned up all of the used material, and you found yourself wrapped securely in his arms as you two lay in bed. He was usually fairly affectionate depsite what others may believe, but he was being undeniably moreso now. You didn't mind in the slightest, reveling in the tender way he caressed your body, as if it were the most fragile thing he had ever held. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." It was a whisper into the night that was spoken so quietly that you weren't sure if it were more an oath to you or himself. You had no idea what lay in store for the two of you and John's pup. All you knew was that you felt safer now, being hunted down by the world's most ruthless assassins that lurked in every corner and would stop at nothing to complete the contract that was now upon both of your heads, than you had ever felt before. It was in John's arms that you held no fear for what you surely should find terror in because, when all was said and done, dying was nothing in comparison to living a life without him.

You chose this. To be hunted and potentially torn apart. And you would always choose to remain hunted so long as you could spend your days running alongside John.

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A/N: wow that was long but hopefully worth the read! Im realizing pretty fast that dialogue is a bitch to write lol. I love vulnerable john because hes always such a badass but we all KNOW hes a total softy behind closed doors. anywho, I hope you guys enjoyed it and shoot me an ask or message if you have any requests!

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[archieimagines]

Save Me | Danno Williams One Shot

requested by: anon a/n: this is two requests merged into one. we hope you like it! warnings: violence, blood, heat exhaustion, swearing words: 1,912

You still hadn’t gotten used to the Hawaiian heat, or rather the humidity. It was almost the opposite of what you were used to, oh how you missed the crisp mornings of D.C. It had been three months since the transfer had happened, you went from working for the FBI based in the capital city of America to a small task force in Hawaii. Sure, they had a rep of bringing down some high profile perps, but you still held a bias.

The fan in the room did almost nothing to cool the room, the heat was almost unbearable and coupled with the humidity, it felt like you were slowly boiling alive. It didn’t help that Detective Danny Williams or as Steve called him, Danno, made it his mission to remind you how poorly you and the heat interacted.

“Feeling a bit warm?” He snickered from across the room.

It was a rare day that the team didn’t have any active cases, but they had plenty of paperwork to catch up on. You growled at him from your seat as you wiped sweat from your brow for what seemed like the millionth time. Kono and Chin snickered from their own perches, the two found your bickering as a free form of entertainment. The only person who detested it as much as you did was Steve, but alas he was out at a meeting with the Governor.

“I swear Williams, I’m gonna put my foot so far up your a—“

“That’s enough, you two,” Chin intervened with a chuckle, you looked at him with a glare to which he smiled in return. You grumbled to yourself. Danny always got the last word during squabbles, though it may have been due to you always escalating them. Though it was well known to him and the team that you had a short fuse and a tendency for violence, it was one of the things that made you such a good operative.

“I’m gonna buy some bears, you guys want any?” You asked pushing back in your seat. Both Kono and Chin declined politely, Danny of course asked for one of the most expensive brands, you responded by giving him the finger. 

You made your way to your car, feeling faint and nauseous. The world began to slant, your balance going askew. It was at the moment when you felt two strong arms wrap around your gut. They gripped you tightly as you struggled to break free, the effects of the heat immensely decreasing your self defence abilities. Another attacker approached, dressed all in black making you feel more nauseous than before. This one proceeded to strike your temple, followed by several hits to the gut and face. The metallic tang of blood and pain in your nasal region made you assume your nose had been broken.

You spat the blood from your mouth, hoping most of it would land on the attacker. You resorted to screaming for help. The attackers took that as the signal to drag you to a waiting van, and as they did so you saw Danny and Chin emerge from the front entrance, confusion followed by horrified understanding written across their faces. You desperately tried to break free, but the arms holding you were steel. The last thing you saw before being shoved in the vehicle was Danny charging towards you, screaming your name with an emotion you had never seen associated with yourself.

You spat more blood which had been filling your mouth in the face of your kidnapper, he was a well known human and arms trafficker, Albert Yonst. He had three different warrants for his arrest from three different countries and had a list of victims longer than the Declaration of Independence. He remained silent, but slapped you across your already bruised face, your left eye swollen shut, lip cut, plus your nose which was almost certainly broken. 

“What do you want with me, Yonst?” You asked plainly, ignoring the sharp pain in your lungs that increased when you spoke. He looked unimpressed, Albert almost waddled to a table to his right, picking up something she couldn’t see.

“What do you know about Daniel Williams?”

“Nothing.”

“Really? Because my boys know for a fact that you and him are on that little task force. So start talking, or I’m gonna start having a lot of fun with little baby.” The threat added to by him showing you the knife in his hand, the blade was just longer than his palm. You could tell it was incredibly sharp.

“I don’t know anything. I swear!”

“Well forgive me if I don’t quite believe you. Now one more chance, or I get to have a little play.”

“Screw you, asshole.”

When you awoke, you had forgotten what had transpired, jumping in shock at the sight of the warehouse. Groaning at the many cuts and slashes that now adorned your body like a destroyed canvas. You had refused to scream as he had mutilated you, giving him that would be the last thing you’d do - with where you were, it probably would be. You turned your head, taking note of possible exits that you could take if you ever managed to slip off the ties around your wrist.

As you wriggled in your constraints, the side door of the warehouse slammed open, hope surged through you thinking it was the team. But alas it was one of Albert’s goons, a gun held by his side, his expression told you something was going awry. More shouting could be heard due to the open door, the men must have been fighting amongst each other. Albert then stormed in, his abnormally large head had gone entirely red. 

“Grab her and get her to the other safe house.”

“Boss-“

“WHAT?!”

“The other warehouse’s already been raided by the feds boss.”

“FUC—“ He was cut off by the sound of gunfire, followed by more shouting. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that the team had found you at last. That smile must have rubbed Yonst the wrong way because the next thing you knew he had pulled you to your feet. The positioning was odd, for you still had a chair attached to your back. He pulled you along with him, planning to use you as a human shield against the team.

“HANDS UP, YONST!” Steve’s familiar authoritative voice called out from behind, Yonst roughly grabbed you by the arm, pushing you slightly in front of him. Shoving his pistol to your temple, it was warm, almost hot against your skin, it had recently been fired. “Let her go Yonst, you have nowhere to run!”

“Who said I was gonna run?” He spat, pushing the barrel harder against the skull causing you to cry out in pain. Both Steve and Danny made a move to step forward. “Uh, uh, uh…You two stay there, call of your men. Get me a car, I’ll take this one with me, then if I feel like it I’ll dump her out of the car for you to find.” Danny moved forward again, but was stopped by Steve. They seemed to be arguing, but you were so out of it you could barely make out their words. Steve pulled out his phone and made the arrangements, all the while Danny kept his eyes on you, his eyes full of pain and desperation.

Then you were shoved into the passenger side of a range rover, Yonst in the driver’s seat and turning on the ignition. He drove like a maniac down the road with his gun still in hand. Every minute or so he would look over his shoulder, trying to see if anyone was following them. It was during these moments that you took your chance. You lunged for the wheel…

It wasn’t the constant beeping from the various machine’s that were making sure you were alive, no. It was Detective Danno Williams arguing on the phone with Steve. To be fair, he was trying to stay calm, but calm and Danny weren’t exactly compatible.

“I said I’d call you when she wakes up! She’s not up so stop calling.” He whisper-shouted down the line, his hand running through his hair, which was uncharacteristically untidy. “I’m not overreacting, Steve—I’m hanging up now, I’m hanging up.” He growled, coming close to actually raising his voice.

“Steve’s a bother, ain’t he?”

“Yeah, he wont shut—” He froze, realising that you had just spoken and that you were now in fact awake. He let out a relieved laugh, rubbing his face as he walked to your bedside. He held onto the railing as he looked down at you.

“What-how…? We found the car flipped over…you’d been ejected from the car, how you survived the doctors can’t tell. How you aren’t crying out in pain, I don’t know.” You hadn’t even noticed the pain, but the mentioning it caused it to set in, making you grind your teeth.

“Do you think you could press the nurse button? I need some morphine.” He didn’t reply, just following your request. “Is Yonst…Is he alive?”

“Yeah, lucky bugger practically walked away from the entire thing. He’s in prison licking his wounds.” You nodded, happy that he had been brought to justice. You then noticed a look in in Danny’s eye.

“Are you okay Williams?”

“When I saw them take you, I couldn’t get to you in time.”

“Danny…”

“I couldn’t save you, I couldn’t save you after I realised…”

“Realised what?” He didn’t have to answer, the look in his eye became clear as day. His actions, quips, everything came into focus. All pointing to one emotion that adequately fit the look on his face at that moment. “Oh…” You muttered, surprise evident in your voice. It must have given him the wrong idea, due to him pulling back from the bed. “Don’t.” You whispered, making him pause but not meet your gaze. “Don’t pull away Danny. I didn’t realise either, not until just now really. I get it, you couldn’t save me from Yonst, but you can still save me.” That made him meet your eyes, confusion evident.

“You can save me from Kamekona’s chilli. You can save me from awkward talks with Chin about football when it’s obvious I don’t know what he’s saying. You, you can save me from the goddamn heat of this island. You can save me from myself, Danny. So save me. Please, save me.” He laughed during your speech, so did you, it hurt like a motherfucker but you laughed regardless. The room for a moment was full of laughter, before returning to silence but a comfortable one. Then it was as if timed slowed, Danny leant down, pressing his lips to yours. Everything then suddenly sped up, fast enough to be worried if you weren’t preoccupied. A primitive hunger stirred in your chest, the kiss turned from soft to hungry. Ignoring the pain in your body you tried to sit up to get closer to him but were halted by a lady’s cough. 

You looked to the door of your room, to see a nurse with what you suspected to be your chart. She had an unimpressed look on her face, a look that made you remember you and Danny were at the moment. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, undoubtedly causing them to redden.

“You called?” 

written by: el formerly: spaz

[lozza342]

OK everyone, I’m practically dying here. There is little to no content for IwaKin and I can’t keep this alive by myself. Help me hang in there, please!

I had a day off work today because I feel like death. I finished a big ol’ pwp IwaKin and you better enjoy it or I might actually die.

[NSFW] Starting NOW

Contains: Dom/sub themes, semi-public sex, deep-throating, cock rings, orgasm delay/denial, dry orgasm, light bondage, cock-warming, hair-pulling, breath play, implied humiliation kink and, of course, fluff.

They just like being daring. Also Kindaichi has the biggest praise kink ever, and might be a little bit of a masochist.

Businessman AU, because I like the idea of office sex and these two scream these roles. Please love them. I also added Ushijima as Iwaizumi’s boss, idk why but I love him also.

OH and if you do love them (or me, you can love me too if you want), send me an ask or private request! I do this for self-indulgence, but I can indulge others!

The screen blurred about a minute ago. He's staring at vague shapes of black lines on the monitor. His hands are stuck to the keyboard with sweat, unmoving.

"Kindaichi."

Snapped out of his trance, his head whips up to see his boss's one o'clock, and he makes a squeak of surprise. Really, he wants to bash his head on the desk, but he doesn't think it's appropriate in front of a man of significantly high rank in the company. "E-Evening, sir." He says, playing off the squeak.

It comes out more of a whisper than fully-formed words.

"Sore throat?"

"N-No, I-" Kindaichi's fingers curl, digging crescent-shaped into his palms. "I'm fine… Ha-" Gritting his teeth, Kindaichi takes a breath. "Iwaizumi-san isn't ba-ack yet."

The man in front of him frowns, extends a hand to Kindaichi’s face and in the moment, he can't even recoil from it.

The backs of his fingers are so cool, pressing against his sweaty forehead.

"You're burning up, do you need some water?" He asks, face contorting in concern. It's quite endearing to see that on Ushijima's face, but Kindaichi isn't able to think anything right now.

"No- No that- I'm OK, you don't have to do that," Kindaichi assures, hands up to placate him, "Thank you, but, uh, could you possibly… r-reschedule?"

Looking around to the office behind, as if Iwaizumi would pop out of nowhere, Ushijima hums. "When will he be back?"

"H-Half hour?"

Apparently not.

"M-Maybe quarter?" He corrects, eyes watering.

Better.

Ushijima makes a rumbling hum before nodding. "I'll come back in fifteen minutes." He says, turning and walking back out again.

Kindaichi keeps his composure for all of ten seconds while the door down the hall shuts behind Ushijima, before sagging into the chair and letting out a long, drawn-out moan.

Calloused fingers soothe his tense thighs in reward for what he just did, and Kindaichi lets his teary eyes close. Warm streaks of water drip down his cheeks as he lies back panting open-mouthed, uncaring if another person comes in.

Iwaizumi's tongue runs along the bottom edge of his cock ring. "You should get back to work, Kindaichi." Iwaizumi suggests, voice wrecked. Still, remarkably composed for someone just deep-throating him.

"Y-Yessir." Kindaichi moans, revelling in Iwaizumi's tongue a few moments more before Iwaizumi pulls back and leaves him with nothing.

Kindaichi knows when Iwaizumi 'suggests' something, it's best to follow it. So Kindaichi leans back forward, elbows on the desk, and begins typing. He can't quite remember where he left off, but in his immaculate record of keeping order, one slip-up couldn't hurt.

It would be Iwaizumi's fault if he double-booked, or agreed to something Iwaizumi wanted to avoid.

Like a meeting over lunch with Oikawa and Matsukawa.

Good afternoon both,

I can confirm he is free between twelve and two on Friday. I shall let him know you expect him at your office just after midday.

Kind Regards,

Kindaichi Yuutarou

PA to Iwaizumi Hajime

Well, it might be important…

The sound of typing seems to satisfy Iwaizumi, and he sinks back down on his cock. Expert tongue curling around his shaft and sucking silently. Kindaichi can't seem to understand why he enjoys it like this. At least the other way around, he's the one being pleasured.

Still, Kindaichi can't really complain, even as Iwaizumi bobs his head, sinks all the way down and swallows around him, as he's forced to come dry while his hips are held down. He tries to chase further orgasm, a satisfying one, body bucking violently as Iwaizumi continues teasing him, but it gets him nowhere.

Oversensitive, Kindaichi whines, bottom lip bitten while fingers remove his ring, then begin to pump him with purpose. Kindaichi slumps over his desk, head resting on crossed forearms.

"Hah-Hajime- Too- Too much-" He stutters between whimpers, but Iwaizumi pinches his thigh softly.

"We're at work, Kindaichi."

"S-Sorry, Iwaizumi-san." He corrects, earning him a tongue swiping over the head of his cock slowly but surely forced to harden in Iwaizumi's hold.

"You're doing well, Kindaichi. Would be a shame if someone else walked in though, don't you think?" Iwaizumi said with humour hidden beneath mocking.

Honestly, Kindaichi couldn't care less anymore. It's not like he's the one who started it. Iwaizumi would have all the explaining to do. Why he's casually sucking off his PA when he should be in a meeting with his own boss. "He'll be- twelve minutes."

"Too long…"

Kindaichi yips as his chair is pushed backwards, and quickly leans away from the desk to sit back in the chair, gripping the armrests. "What are you-"

Not even bothering to wipe his spit-shined lips, Iwaizumi leans up to catch Kindaichi's own, thrusting his tongue into his mouth like he's wont to do when he wants him to shut up.

And you bet Kindaichi obliges, words dissolving in his mouth as he lets Iwaizumi take it over, tasting thickness of sweat. Iwaizumi still holds him in his hand, deft fingers sliding through spit and precome just to hear the wanton noises in the back of his throat.

After the initial shock, Kindaichi slowly relaxes his muscles to fall limp in the chair, gasping and moaning between wet, messy kisses. Satisfied with the result, Iwaizumi pulls back. "Tell Ushijima I'm back."

"What-"

"Call him."

"I-Iwaizumi-san?" Kindaichi asks unsurely, biting his lip, timid gaze following the movement as Iwaizumi stands.

"Return me the favour. Meetings are dreadfully boring." Iwaizumi grumbles, almost petulant, "Especially with him."

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Kindaichi nods "O-OK…"

Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, like he was expecting him to refuse, but grins all the same. "Ah, but better put this back on."

Kindaichi licks his lips, eyes wide and nodding like a car ornament when he spots the ring slung around Iwaizumi's middle finger. Maybe he's a little far gone, pressure in his cock maddening. Although he needs to come, the idea in his head is appealing.

However, when Kindaichi reaches for it, Iwaizumi pulls his hand away. "I can do it. You call Ushijima."

The metal is still warm where Iwaizumi teases it over his cooling skin, running the ridge from tip to base while he kneels back down to get closer. "Yessir." He says breathily, leaning forward to pick up his phone and speed dial Ushijima's number.

Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Even the mere sound of him saying his greeting makes Kindaichi jump, but it could also have been the way Iwaizumi sucked on the head of his cock, flicking his tongue over his urethra teasingly.

"Yes?" Kindaichi squeaked, until his entire body thrummed hot, face tingling. "Ah! S-Sorry, Ushijima-san," Iwaizumi was grinning around Kindaichi, trying not to laugh at his expense. "I- ah- just wanted to let you know, Iwaizumi-san is b-back now."

His teeth are gritted hard as Iwaizumi pulls off with a small pop, replacing his mouth with the cock ring and sliding it down in a fluid motion. Kindaichi tries not to make a noise, covering his mouth with his hand as tears drip over his cheeks.

Thank you, Kindaichi-kun. I'll be there in five minutes.

He hangs up without waiting for an answer, as is typical of Ushijima, and the clock is now ticking. Shakily, Kindaichi struggles putting the receiver down, smashing it into the phone awkwardly.

Kindaichi's heart doesn't need to go any faster, but it does, pounding rapidly against his ribcage so hard his chest aches, but he loves it. The adrenaline pumps through him and leaves his mind dizzy. "On his way?" Iwaizumi asks too casually as he pushes Kindaichi's chair out again and stands up.

"Y-Yeah, five minutes."

"Great." Iwaizumi says with a smile more devious than warm. "We should probably get you into my office, then."

"Yeah." Kindaichi agrees dumbly, though his limbs don't move. Iwaizumi takes it upon himself to grab his hand and pull him out of his chair. It accompanies a peeling sound, his sweaty skin off the leather, and Kindaichi grimaces.

"You wanna put something on?"

"N-Nah, let's just-"

Five minutes.

Ushijima is pretty - make that scarily - accurate with timing. Kindaichi's years as Iwaizumi's PA taught him that.

Among other things…

Kindaichi still somehow manages to trip over his own feet when Iwaizumi pulls him through into his office - conveniently just opposite his desk, through glass doors so he can communicate wordlessly when he's bored. If he's significantly bored, he'll summon Kindaichi with a 'come hither' motion, never failing to send a chill up his spine.

Iwaizumi steadies him with hands on his arms, soothing the skin there. "Careful, Kindaichi." He says in genuine concern, somehow completely unperturbed by Kindaichi's half-nakedness. "Stay here, I need to wash up." Before Kindaichi can even affirm, Iwaizumi pecks a kiss to his lips, fingers running through his hair where he pulls his head down. "I love you, by the way."

"I-" Kindaichi begins to say it back, but he can't quite get there when Iwaizumi presses a finger to his lips.

"I know, Yuutarou… I know. You don't have to tell me."

Kindaichi simply stares after him as Iwaizumi dips out to the washroom, the sound of soft breathing falling dull in the empty air. "I want to."

Maybe he's good at showing it, but he still wants to say it.

"I love you too, Hajime."

The ridiculousness of standing bare-ass in Iwaizumi's mostly see-through office doesn't get to him until he looks down to his feet curling toes nervously in the carpet and his raging cock stares back at him. Sighing, Kindaichi spins around once to take in the familiar office. It's a little dizzying in his endorphin-addled brain, but he always feels a little dizzy in here.

A shelf stacked high with books to where even Kindaichi struggles to reach, two low cushioned chairs around a small coffee table and then, of course, there's Iwaizumi's desk towards the back, in front of a single slim window running from ceiling to floor, semi-circular around his desk chair. His computer screens are on one side, leaving the rest free for paperwork (and Kindaichi, when Iwaizumi has to work late and gets pent up).

Three chairs surround the outside for small meetings, almost as high-end as Iwaizumi's own.

It's a cushy office. Sometimes Iwaizumi says he despises it, but Kindaichi knows he likes it in here.

"Hey, I got you a water." The sudden appearance of Iwaizumi makes him jump out of his skin, whipping his body around at the voice. "Woah, chill."

Chill. "You gave me a heart attack!"

Iwaizumi looks at him and chuckles uncontrollably. "Such a drama llama!" Iwaizumi scoffs, and they both stop dead.

"Hajim-ulf!"

Iwaizumi shoves a glass of water to Kindaichi's mouth roughly, face falling serious. "I never said that."

Taking the glass, Kindaichi giggles softly before turning his face serious also, flicking his eyes to avoid the glare Iwaizumi sends him for it. "Yessir." He says, and downs the water pretty quickly, not missing Iwaizumi's gaze on his Adam's apple.

The chair creaks when Iwaizumi sits down in it, hands quickly undoing his tie. "Come here." Iwaizumi's tone along with the motion of his fingers has Kindaichi complying instantly. Iwaizumi undoes Kindaichi's shirt buttons one by one and slides it off his shoulders with ghosting fingers, kicking it under the desk out of view. Kindaichi turned around when motioned to and placed his empty glass on the desk. "Precaution." Iwaizumi tugs his hands behind his back, and Kindaichi realises.

"Oh…"

"Yup." Iwaizumi says with a grin, tying Kindaichi's hands together with his tie, tightening it enough that Kindaichi wouldn't be able to break free. "I hate that tie anyway. Oikawa bought it for me."

A blush crept up Kindaichi's back and Iwaizumi kissed the flushed skin.

"You look beautiful today." Iwaizumi says softly, running his hands down over Kindaichi's hips and over his exposed ass. He teases a thumb near his entrance, but slides his hands down his thighs soon after.

Iwaizumi could probably watch Kindaichi all day - preferably naked - just… doing normal things. Like cooking and writing and handiwork. Muscles moving under tanned skin stretched taut. Yeah… That's a fantasy he'd gladly stay in forever.

This was fine for today.

All Kindaichi could hear was Iwaizumi's belt clinking as he unbuckled it, then the zip as he undid his trousers. "Turn around." He ordered, physically turning him around. "Keep your mouth on me, steady. Let me use it, and if you're good I'll give you a taste of my come."

"G-Got it." Kindaichi stuttered, flushing red.

"Good." Iwaizumi breathed, slipping his hand in his boxers and pulling his cock free. He already looks ready to blow, but still pushes Kindaichi to kneel beneath his desk with a rough hand in his hair. "All the way, now."

The back of Kindaichi's throat flares automatically at the familiar sting of his scalp, Iwaizumi’s hand pulling him to line up with Kindaichi’s mouth. When it’s where he wants it, he pulls him down to set a brutal pace.

Well, as soon as Ushijima gets there, he can't really do anything but subtle. This is his only chance to fuck his throat like he means it. And mean it he does, biting his lip hard to stop from moaning too loud. Grunts make it through every time the head hits the back of Kindaichi's throat, but they're muffled easily.

"Kindaichi…” Iwaizumi breathes, thrusting his hips in rhythm in his chair. The meeting at this point is of secondary importance. He hasn’t had chance to look through his notes yet. At least he’s very good at winging it. Hyper-aware of the wet sounds of Kindaichi’s mouth stretched around him, Iwaizumi wishes Ushijima would take his time every once in a while.

It’s only when he sees Ushijima step past the inside window of his office that he knows he’s out of time.

It doesn’t stop him pressing Kindaichi down and coming hard down his throat with no warning. Ushijima seems perplexed by the absence of Kindaichi at his desk, but soon turns to see Iwaizumi.

Kindaichi wants to swallow, wants to cough out the feeling of come sliding down his throat.His eyes sting with watery tears, and his hands struggle against Iwaizumi’s tie. Yet Iwaizumi’s hand doesn’t move, fingers curled tight in his hair. Then the sound of the office door opening hits his ears and dread settles in, piercing into his abdomen. It’s soon overtaken by thrill, though, as Iwaizumi’s hand softens to stroke his hair. He can almost hear Iwaizumi whispering “good boy” into his ear with the softness of the gesture, and even strokes his fingers over Kindaichi’s cheek.

“Good Afternoon, Ushijima.” Iwaizumi greets, like his softened cock isn’t currently surrounded by the wetness of a mouth, now comfortably fitted around half of his cock, wet lips fastened in a ring and tongue flat.

Kindaichi's so perfect, Iwaizumi can't focus on anything else even as he shakes Ushijima's hand with the one previously gripping his hair. He's entirely sure it's sweaty and greasy but Ushijima doesn't seem to pay it any mind as he sits opposite him.

Slowly regaining some rational thought, he gathers some paper together and subtly nudges the mouse of his computer to wake it up. Even though these meetings are regular, talking over stat reports and checking company figures they couldn't otherwise discuss efficiently over email, today Iwaizumi is more enthusiastic. With his post-orgasm energy, he settles easily into the meeting and is actually quite… comfortable.

Even as Kindaichi gets restless, mouth watering and lips uneasy, Iwaizumi only has to slide his hand under the desk once to adjust him, and pat his head in thanks before continuing.

For Kindaichi, it feels like hours, face streamed with drying tears and saliva. He's only about halfway down Iwaizumi's cock, and as it's slowly hardening again, Kindaichi can’t help but suckle. While he’d never stimulate Iwaizumi while he was oversensitive, like this he’s glad to help out. It goes against his earlier orders, but from the sounds of things, the meeting’s over.

If he gets punished for it, well, he gets punished.

It comes quicker than expected, when Iwaizumi shoves his desk chair forward without warning. Startled, Kindaichi pulls back in time not to have the thing shoved back down his throat, but a hand shoves him down afterwards anyway. He can feel Iwaizumi’s disappointment in the roughness of his tug back off.

“Would you like me to see you out?” Iwaizumi asks, pulling his chair from beneath the desk, hands shaking on the armrests as he pushes himself up.

“I can do that. Thank you, Iwaizumi.” Ushijima says and Iwaizumi sits back down, heart pounding in relief. Instead, he bows his head and hands over some of the notes. “I take it you sent Kindaichi-kun home? He looked unwell.”

Desperately keeping a straight face, Iwaizumi nodded. “He, uh, I think he had a sore throat… among other things…”

“He told me he didn’t.”

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi breathed with humour, “Well, he always tries to play things off as nothing. He doesn’t like to cause trouble.” Smiling fondly, he watches Ushijima nod, thankfully taking that at face value.

“It’s good that you keep an eye on him.”

Kindaichi blushes hard under the desk, unimaginably warm. It’s just the right side of claustrophobic that he's fairly comfortable, even if his arms ache and his knees hurt.

"After all, where would I be without him?" Iwaizumi says with a grin. "Not coming or going, that's for sure."

Ushijima laughs softly. It's a rare thing for him to do, and it leaves a warm spark in the office. Kindaichi's always found him so hard to read, he's never known if the guy even likes him half the time, so the revelation hits him hard. "I hope he feels better tomorrow."

"Me too! I have a busy schedule tomorrow… I think." Iwaizumi tosses in humorously. Ushijima's lips twitch, but other than that his expression doesn't change.

"I'll be taking my leave now." Ushijima says with a nod of his head, slipping the notes into his own pad and walking out.

Both Iwaizumi and Kindaichi breathe simultaneous sighs of relief, hearts beating too fast. Even a few seconds after he's gone, they stay unmoving.

"Do I have anything after this?" Iwaizumi asks, slumping back in his chair.

Biting his lip, Kindaichi closes his eyes and thinks. "You're taking me on a date tonight."

"What?" Iwaizumi asks, head dipping to catch Kindaichi's shadowed face under the desk. "Shit- Sorry I-!"

Straight face turning into a smirk, then into a grin before Kindaichi starts laughing, opening his eyes to look at Iwaizumi's horrified ones. "You didn't forget. I just decided."

His tone sounds self-satisfied, and clearly Iwaizumi can't let that slide, taking Kindaichi's shoulders and pulling him out from under the desk. "You don't decide shit." He says, though it's less composed. His giddiness is hard to hide from Kindaichi, sounding way too excited.

Oh, he'll definitely get his date.

Iwaizumi pushes his hips against the desk that rattles some at the force. "I take it I really don't have anything after this, then?"

"No sir."

"Good. Then no-one should be coming by." Iwaizumi confirms with a grin as he stands up to take off his belt, then peeling down the rest of his trousers and boxers to his ankles.

"It doesn't mean-" It doesn't erase the possibility that someone will come around.

Iwaizumi doesn't care, as is apparent when he cuts him off with a kiss, forcing him to bend down to accommodate when Iwaizumi sits back down again. The fingers of one hand soothe the back of his neck. The other touches cold metal to his skin there, slides something suspiciously flat and cool around it. When Iwaizumi lets him pull back, sliding his hand from around Kindaichi's neck down his chest, the metal hangs there.

"Iwaizumi-san…"

"Well, you did disobey me, didn't you?"

Kindaichi bites his lip, dropping his gaze and nodding guiltily.

"What's that?" Iwaizumi asks again, head tilted and lips in a frown.

"Yes sir. I disobeyed you."

The solemness of his response, his face of mess with dried tear tracks, his mussed and unruly hair, the contortion of his shoulders, the belt hung loose around him against flushed skin. It's truly the look of his greatest fantasy. Kindaichi Yuutarou is his fantasy. All his. "Then you don't mind if I put you in your place, do you?"

"No sir." Kindaichi says, licking his dry lips and vibrating in arousal. He knows he looks a mess, he knows he's flushed red all over. Even with his gaze low he knows Iwaizumi is studying him. He hopes he finds him adequate. At least, he feels degraded like this, he desires Iwaizumi's words to tell him that. Reassurance that he's enjoying it too.

Because Kindaichi is definitely enjoying it. He always enjoys doing his best for Iwaizumi.

No words come, not yet, just hands on his hips pulling him forward roughly after ample surveyance. Kindaichi stumbles forward into Iwaizumi, arms trying and failing to flail out to keep him steady. He makes a noise of discomfort as his face hits Iwaizumi's shoulder and knee bashes the chair.

"I know you're sorry, baby, but what boss would I be if I let you off?" Iwaizumi rumbles into his ear before pushing him back again. He knows Kindaichi doesn't mind being moved like a ragdoll, doesn't resist when Iwaizumi grabs hold of each end of the belt around his neck and threads the leather through the buckle to pull it tight. "Heh. Look at that, it suits you."

Kindaichi's entire body burns. The leather presses mildly uncomfortably against his Adam's apple, and every movement of the belt held in Iwaizumi's hand is felt against the sensitive skin on his neck. Hell, he can feel his heartbeat against the leather, harder the tighter Iwaizumi pulls.

"You wanna hold something, Yuutarou?" Iwaizumi asks, chest heaving with his breaths suddenly heavy. Never had he thought he'd see something this erotic. Right in front of him to touch, to feel, to do with as he pleased.

Kindaichi's gaze flicks to something on his desk. It's a stress ball that he bought for him not long after he started. Seeing he fidgeted a lot, Kindaichi had bought it and sheepishly handed it to him without a word one morning.

Honestly it was one of the moments Iwaizumi recognised as falling a little bit more in love with him for. 

Since they became close, he’s had Kindaichi to relieve his stress. Just by giving him a smile sometimes, or sticking his tongue out in bouts of playfulness through the window, even occasionally unintentionally distracting him in a meeting. He tends to gesticulate a lot when he’s on the phone, for example, and sometimes Iwaizumi can even hear his cheerful tone by the way his mouth moves.

And of course, more recently, he’s had this. Kindaichi like putty in his hands. A life-sized stress ball.

Iwaizumi’s happy to take the much less human, much less generous stress ball for use here, blushing at the memory as he places it gently in Kindaichi's hand. "Now take your punishment." The next movement is anything but gentle, curling the belt twice more around his hand and yanking Kindaichi forward. He’s careful not to get ahead of himself, assuring he doesn’t cut off Kindaichi’s air, searching Kindaichi’s wild eyes for any signs of unease.

When he sees none, he curves his free hand over Kindaichi’s side, to the curve of his back and down to his ass. Kindaichi’s lips tremble just in front of his face, desperate to touch his.

“If I hold you still, I want you to sit in my lap.” Iwaizumi says, keeping any emotion from his voice. Kindaichi nods an OK and Iwaizumi sets his strong hands on Kindaichi’s hips.

It’s a little awkward with no arms, but Kindaichi manages to keep his balance with Iwaizumi’s help to step through the spaces in the arm rests, then lower himself onto Iwaizumi’s lap facing him. He keeps the stress ball firm in his hand the entire time, fingers digging in as if it would help keep his balance.

“Good boy.” Iwaizumi says calmly, rubbing his hands over Kindaichi’s soft flanks. He edges him a little closer, their cocks close to touching. Conscious of the amount of time Kindaichi’s spent erect, he silently vows to make it as quick as possible. It’s not like they do this sort of thing all the time. Leaning over, he slides open the middle drawer of his desk - the most inconspicuous one - and rummages for the nondescript bottle of lube he keeps there.

He’s barely ever used this one, as opposed to the one he keeps in his bedside table. While they haven't moved in together yet, haven't even announced being together yet, Kindaichi sleeps over his more often than not nowadays. Iwaizumi doesn't like him having to catch a train every day, especially working late. It's much easier to drive him home to his and seduce him with good food and charming smiles.

He lathers the lube over his fingers and slides them over the crease of Kindaichi's ass, the man jolting at the cold. Iwaizumi doesn't take his eyes off of Kindaichi's, using his free hand to tilt Kindaichi's face to look at him whenever he looks away. Eventually, he doesn't try to dip away again, uneasily holding his gaze. "You're cute when you're embarrassed. I ever tell you that?"

Kindaichi blinks slowly, giving himself time away from the intensity of Iwaizumi's eyes before he has to look back into them. "N-No sir." He says, biting his lip when Iwaizumi's first finger breaches him.

"Ah, but you're always cute, Yuutarou."

The thighs on his tense as he thrusts in his finger, already teasing his walls, twisting and curling with purpose. Kindaichi shuts his eyes again, moaning quietly between them. Adding his second finger, slower, careful, Iwaizumi watches his face contort. In the light, the tear stains on his face reflect beautifully and Iwaizumi can't keep his eyes off of him.

Breaths ghost over Kindaichi's neck. The band around it moves a little, and the sound of strained leather lets him know Iwaizumi's holding it again. He tugs it slightly, tightening the loop around Kindaichi's neck and reducing his air flow. Small chaste kisses are littered over any stretch of skin they can, sending little tingles over his body while it undulates with the rhythm of fingers.

As hard and desperate as he is, Kindaichi feels great like this. He'd happily let himself be carried on this feeling forever. Being held on the brink by his lover, so deep in love and lust he can't imagine being apart right now.

Fingers slow and the body beneath Kindaichi shifts, readying itself.

"I love you, Yuutarou." Iwaizumi says in a breath, sliding his hands down over Kindaichi's upper thighs and heaving him up. In response, Kindaichi pushes up on shaking legs, alleviates the need for Iwaizumi's strength, only guidance as he positions him. One of his hands leaves, and Kindaichi opens his eyes to see Iwaizumi lining his cock up. "Sit."

Kindaichi obeys, steadily lowering himself to be seated entirely on his cock. It fills him completely and wholly, and they both moan in unison. So close, their hearts beat opposite each other in their chests, and even then, Iwaizumi pulls him closer with an arm around his lower back.

"Good boy." He says again, and Kindaichi blushes as his body responds, unconsciously shifting forward. His cock is pinned against Iwaizumi's shirt and he feels every fibre of it, fire where the buttons press flush against his sensitive skin.

He so badly needs to come, but the pressure around his neck increases as his body moves, so he wills himself to still. "Haj...ime." Kindaichi moans, and Iwaizumi kisses his chapped lips. Once. Twice.

Iwaizumi carefully thrusts upwards, leaving Kindaichi to bounce in his thighs. He's heavy, but Iwaizumi can take it. Neither of them are going to last long anyway. He continues a rhythm, capturing Kindaichi's mouth in a kiss when he can, swallowing one or two needy moans in the process. "You can ride me if you want. You're doing so well." He says softly, hand on Kindaichi's back rubbing a thumb up and down in encouragement until Kindaichi gathers the courage to move too.

It's easier like this. Iwaizumi can feel the tension inside Kindaichi from his thighs likely burning from the movement. It's great, and has him bucking harder to feel more, slap of skin echoing in the room. Kindaichi towers over him when he's heaving himself up, so Iwaizumi tightens his hold on the belt a little more, forcing him to stay lower.

Kindaichi's breathing is still shallow, still leaves him dizzy, and even when it cuts off entirely, he keeps going, earning him a hand running through his messy hair, pulling him down so his head rests on the top of Iwaizumi's chair. "You can… stop now." Iwaizumi heaves, kissing his wet cheek and letting him breathe again.

The air is thick hitting the back of Kindaichi's throat. He drinks it like it's water and sinks down onto Iwaizumi's shoulder, body flagging against him as his heart rapidly pumps oxygen back into his muscles. It's like he can feel it, his blood pressure slowly evening. It's like coming down from a high, and Kindaichi can't help but sob.

He wants to cling onto Iwaizumi, but his arms won't move. Nothing to do but moan, Kindaichi lets Iwaizumi take over again, hand stroking his hair.

"Shh, baby. You're OK." Iwaizumi soothes, teeth gritted as he thrusts up desperately. The sheer trust Kindaichi has in him is dizzying in itself, let alone the desperation to continue pleasing him. "You did so good."

More than made up for his intentional slip-up earlier.

That's why Iwaizumi slides his hand between them and grips Kindaichi's cock hard in his hand. 

Kindaichi wails into his shoulder, body jolting heavily at the sensation. Iwaizumi's fingers curl around him and begin pumping hard, thumb swiping over the head of his neglected cock with purpose each time, drawing him to shudder and moan. "Yuutarou. Come with me."

The heavy weight trembles in his lap, pitiful whines escaping at his neck.

"Need more incentive?"

The feeling now familiar, Kindaichi readies for his airflow to cut off, body kicking into hyperdrive. His pulse races against the leather, his breath catches and he can barely make a sound.

Iwaizumi's hand tightens around him, twists as Iwaizumi thrusts upwards and comes inside him with a shout, own head falling against Kindaichi's shoulder. Despite the lack of blood flow - or perhaps because of the lack of blood flow - Kindaichi comes too. It's powerful, and Kindaichi feels like he loses minutes in bliss, somewhere light and airy, where his lungs fill with nothing but Iwaizumi.

When Kindaichi stills against him with even breath, Iwaizumi slumps down, over his concern. "That was so fucking hot."

He gets no answer from Kindaichi for a few seconds, but when aftershocks rattle Kindaichi's body, he sighs. "Yeah."

Kindaichi wants to sleep, he's so drained and tired. Even uncomfortably sat on Iwaizumi's softened cock, this is where his wants to stay.

Except Iwaizumi has other plans. With soothing fingers, he slides the cock ring off. It's one swift, smooth motion to keep stimulation to a minimum. Kindaichi still lets a soft sob out at the pain it wrought. He lets go of the belt and slowly undoes that, too, noting the red lines where it's dug in.

He secretly hopes they don't fade too quickly.

Lastly, he undoes the binds of his tie around Kindaichi's wrists. As expected, it's stretched a little and crumpled beyond use, and when he brings Kindaichi's wrists in front of him where he can see, they're also red from pressure and rubbing.

"I'm gonna have to get you up." Iwaizumi says, and even with Kindaichi's protests, he gets the drowsy man to stand, then promptly spins them around and sits Kindaichi in his chair.

Kindaichi grimaces at the wet feeling in his ass, and that he's currently leaking said wetness onto Iwaizumi's expensive chair, but Iwaizumi doesn't seem to care as he pulls up his boxers and trousers and doing them up.

"I'm getting water for us both. Don't move."

"'m not gonna move." Kindaichi says tiredly, leaning forward to pick up the stress ball he'd been holding the entire time and moulding it much gentler in his hands.

When Iwaizumi leaves for the bathroom, Kindaichi sits up a little, runs fingers over his neck. His throat burns slightly, and it still feels weird to swallow, but it feels… nice. Almost like he still has the leather around him.

Kindaichi places the stress ball neatly back where it was last, and waits for Iwaizumi to come back, pushing through his door with his back, two glasses of water in hand. Placing one in front of Kindaichi, Iwaizumi slumps into one of the opposite chairs and puts his feet up on his desk, downing the water like it's his first beer of the night. "It's getting late. Do you still want that date?"

Kindaichi lazily fingers the ring of his glass, sipping the water carefully and savouring the way it cools and soothes his throat. "Could we…" Kindaichi pauses at the rumbling of his voice, taking a few more sips. "...Just go back to yours?"

Iwaizumi's face flushes at the way Kindaichi's voice sounds utterly wrecked, biting his bottom lip.

"I-Is that OK?"

OK?! "Yeah, yes! Let me get my coat." Iwaizumi says, jumping out of his chair into action.

"H-Hajime?" Kindaichi asks timidly, wringing his hands. "Could you get my clothes?"

Feeling his body flush in realisation Iwaizumi nods. "Sure thing, champ."

-

Neither of them expect anything after their exhausting day. In fact, while they made out multiple times over that evening and confessed their newfound favourite kinks, it simply ended with them curled around each other with promises of patience and trust. (Maybe a collar for Kindaichi.)

[bald-tales]

Witness Protection at the Bears Den - part 8 and 9

Dan was now studying a case file marked: 359. The client, one Bret Williamson, witness for the District Attorney in the successful prosecution of Carl Gandifino, a high ranking mobster in a world-wide Drug syndicate.  Bret had been a drop-out from college and sought his riches by working for Carlo. He poised as a college student in order to infiltrate the college campuses, peddling his drugs. After being picked up by the police, they told him his only chance to escape a lengthy jail term was to tell them everything. Of course he knew his life was in danger – however he was promised money and complete re-location.  Dan was sitting at his desk at work, a company called; New Beginnings. He was having such a great day because it looked like he was going to head up the company’s’ witness protection program. His former boss, Jerrod O’Leary, had terminated his employment, effective immediately! Both he and his Barber mate, Ken had seen to it that the new Jerrod, now known as Jerry Hawk, write a resignation letter the night before. After Jerry’s transformation into punk biker, by Ken’s talented hands, he had no desire to return to his former life.  Now the company heads were unimpressed the ‘kid’ had left so quickly and mysteriously. They asked Dan to organise an investigation so as not to compromise there security. Dan couldn’t believe how easy it was to get rid of his boss, and with him now heading the investigation into Jerrod’s resignation, it was going to be even simpler to delete all information on Jerrod O’Leary. Dan already had an idea to link the recent security breach where a customer’s new identity had been discovered, and latter –  Kidnapped –to Jerrod.  Dan picked up the photo of Bret. A good-looking kid, well not a kid -he was 28, but he could pass for a 17 year-old. His hair was blonde and tied into a ponytail. He was clean shaven and seemed to be rather scrawny, like he needed a good feed. He probably was a user himself, Dan thought. Well he’d soon meet him in the flesh, the NCF (National Crime Force) were dropping him off in a hour or so.  Dan wasn’t going to waste anytime with ensuring Bret’s safety. He had arranged to take him straight to Ken’s Barbershop straight away – Ken was preparing for them!  It was important that Bret’s new identity begin as soon as possible.  MEANWHILE AT KEN”S BARBERSHOP  Ken had closed his shop for the afternoon in order to prepare for his new client, Dan was bringing round. He had been given no specific information about this guy – Dan thought it safer if Ken knew as little about him as possible.  “How yer getting on with the new hired help?” asked Ken when he saw his partner, Bart, enter the back door of the shop. Ken was referring to Jerry, the new improved Biker version of Jerrod, Dan’s ex-boss. They’d put him to work in their bar next door, ‘The Bears Den’, seeing he was staying with them in their upstairs apartment. He was popular with the customers alright, and at the end of a long hard day – he certainly was very eager to let Ken and Bart take turns fucking him – he just seemed to be so eager to satisfy. Ken realised that his programming techniques were better than he could have imagined. First with Luke who became Lucas, and now Jerrod. This could indeed become a very lucrative business given time, he thought to himself. Already he had some patrons asking about Lucas and whether he was for sale. Ken hadn’t thought about that originally, he was just having plain fun turning these Jocks into big macho Bears.  “Well his not the hardest worker behind the bar – he spends more time chatting up the customers or touching up his Mohawk”, Bart replied. “So what have you got planned for the new arrival?”  “Well I’ll know what to do when I see what he looks like, but according to Dan he thinks I should just keep doing what I’m doing already. Normally his company uses plastic surgeons to alter the witness appearance, but he thinks there are still risks in that. Once they have the new identity their finding it hard and often slip up, contacting friends or family from their previous lives. Dan said over the last 6 months they’ve lost 2 clients to hit men.”  “Wow!” Bart exclaimed,” So their safer in your hands of course.”  “Let’s hope so, “answered Ken. He hadn’t really thought about the dangers involved, but he knew this part of town was the last place anyone would come looking for a white middle class jock.  Suddenly, a knock at the front door startled both of them. “That’ll be the new client Bart, would you like to show him in,” asked Ken.  After the pleasantries were exchanged, Bret, Dan and Ken sat down on the waiting area chairs while Bart returned to the bar to check on Luke. Ken noticed that even though Bret was thin he certainly was a looker. He certainly looked a lot younger than his 28 years.  Dan hadn’t told his client what they had in store for him – only that his Barber friend was a genius a creating whole new looks. Bret seemed pretty relaxed , obviously unaware of the changes he would undergo.  “Okay then Bret, into the chair and let’s see what I can do”, said Ken with a distinct cheerfulness in his voice,  “I don’t want anything freaky, like shaving my head,” returned Bret, nodding at Dan’s and Ken’s hairless scalps.  Ken responded, “Trust me Bret, we have to make sure nobody finds you, and when I’m finished with you even your own mother wont recognise you.”  For the first time since entering the shop, Bret looked worried.  As Ken fastened the cape around Bret’s neck, he asked Dan to take a seat and enjoy the show. Soon the sound of vibrating clippers filled the room. As Ken drew them towards Bret’s hairline, Dan could feel his cock growing. Then the hungry teeth of the clippers made direct contact with Bret’s hairline – stripping the guy of his longish bangs.  “Hey!” Bret shouted, “What gives, I told you I didn’t want the same look as you Bozo’s have.”  Annoyed at this interruption and the Bozo reference, Ken switched off the clippers.  Bret continued his ranting, “I’ve got very use to my long blonde locks and I’m only going to let you trim the ends or maybe dye it.”  Bret didn’t see what Ken was doing behind him, but Ken touched a switch and two wrist clamps appeared from under the chair arms and locked in place around Bret’s wrists.  “Fuck man! What gives, you can’t do this to me….” And before Bret could react any further, Ken was strapping Bret’s feet to the chair, while he tossed another leather strap to Dan. “Would you mind old friend?”  “Be a pleasure,” replied Dan  “You fat fuck, you can’t do this – I’ll call my lawy……….ahhhh!” cried Bret as Dan slapped him hard across the face. “Now’s the time to start resembling some of your family, Bret.” Said Ken sounding almost sinister.  “Listen you weasel. You’re lucky to have Ken. Without his help, you would fall back into the hands of the mob. No lawyer is going to help you now, we’re all you got if you want to stay alive,” spat Dan as he grabbed Bret by the shirt collar.  “Yeah,” said Ken as he took something from a drawer. “We’re your new family now.”  And before Bret could say anything Ken shoved a rubber ball gag into his mouth – so big there was no need to fasten it. This gave Ken the freedom to work on the kid’s head.  Fear had replaced the arrogance. Bret knew these guy’s meant business – he hadn’t really thought the changes he would undergo would be too drastic. Just a haircut, a new name and a different city.  Part 9  Dan was surprised how different their new boy was looking already. Ken had been working solidly for the past hour whilst Bret, still strapped to the Barber’s Chair, just stared at the mirror in front of him – eyes red from all the tears he’d shed. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him and he was powerless to stop these maniacs!  His hair was almost history, just a light covering of stubble and because he was blonde, his head seemed shaved clean. The Barber working on him, had already applied some thick green goop to his face, he didn’t know what it was but it certainly tingled after a short time. The biggest thing that had frightened Brett was when he was hooked up to some IV bag on a stand. The Barber had inserted a needle in his forearm, and the bag had already emptied it’s contents and they replaced it with a new bag. Nothing made sense to Brett; why were these guys doing to him? Were they going to turn him into a fag like them? Shit! That’s shaving cream his using as the warmth of the lather brought him out of his tangled thoughts.  Ken had started removing Bret’s remaining hair. The straight razor, with some resistance at first, began to remove the remaining stubble. As more and more pink skin showed through the thick lather, the razor found less and less drag. Ken continued to run the razor over and over Bret’s head, ensuring no stubble remained. When satisfied with the smoothness, which he checked by running his tongue over the denuded scalp, he took a jar from the counter and applied this heavy white cream to the top of Bret’s newly shaved head, rubbing it in. He was careful to only apply it only where he didn’t want any hair to grow again. Bret could feel a slight tightening of his scalp then it started to sting.  “I think an mpb will make you look years older, especially with that baby-face”, smiled Ken in the mirror at Bret. He noticed tears welling up in Bret’s eyes, along with a muffled whimper. Dan couldn’t believe how different the college dropout looked with his long blonde hair gone. Because of the colour of his hair, his shaved head didn’t have a hint of shadow anywhere.  “I think a low dip in the back is the best style for you Bret,” Ken said as he continued to apply the depilatory cream to the back of Bret’s head. Bret was horrified to hear he’d never have his long, flowing hair anymore. Why were these fuckers doing this to him?  This wasn’t in the deal he’d made with the Feds. If only he’d known, it would have been easier to face his former Bosses’ goons.  “So this stuff really stops any hair growth?” Dan asked Ken?  “A recent invention on my part,” replied Ken, “I’m hoping to market it.”  “Maybe you can line me up with some of that stuff,” Dan smiled running a hand over the three day stubble that was on his head.  “Sure thing but you have to be shaved smooth first as it only works by acting on the hair root, the less hair in the way, the better exposed the root ball. In fact, why don’t we do you now? It’ll give us some time for Bret’s initial changes to take place.” Replied Ken, motioning Dan to the neighbouring Barbers Chair.  “Now your sure you want this?” asked Ken as he started up his lather machine.  “Positive, you know I get lazy with shaving my head.”  “Okay, one cue ball for life coming up,” and with that Ken began to lather up the stubble on Dan’s head. Bret couldn’t believe any of what he was seeing. He was starting to feel strange – was it the drugs they were putting into him?  Ken started to shave his friend’s scalp for the last time. He took long, deliberate strokes with the straight razor, finally saying, “your gonna miss this aren’t you Dan?”  “Yeah! It feels great, but this way I always have a smooth head, with not even a hint of shadow. So now I’ll always wake up with no stubble.” Smiled Dan.  After Ken had re-lathered Dan’s head, he carefully shaved against the grain, and as each stroke removed more and more white foam, smooth, clean skin glowed under the bright shop lights. After Ken wiped the scalp dry, he then took the thick paste and spread it all over Dan’s bald pate. “While we’re waiting for the cream to set, why don’t I tighten up that goat and tache of yours,” said Ken not waiting for a reply as he started to lather Dan’s face. Dan was enjoying himself and trusted Ken with all his grooming. It was Ken who had designed his present look.  Ken finished the tightening up of Dan’s goatee, trimming his moustache and blending the edges. Next he went back to the hair removal paste on Dan’s scalp; taking a damp towel, he carefully wiped away all the paste. “Now your scalp will feel a little raw for a while- I’ll apply some aloe lotion now and that should help.” Ken said.  When he’d finished rubbing the aloe on Dan’s head he held a mirror up so Dan could see the sides and back. “Smooth as!” smiled Dan as he took a hand and felt the new permanent smoothness of his head.  “Well, we’d better get back to our client” stated Ken, “I’m sure his been ‘basting’ long enough.”  Bret had been watching all this still secured to his chair with leather restraints and ball gag still in his mouth. He didn’t want to be here, he certainly didn’t want to look like these guy’s, but already they were turning him into a ‘ baldy’ like them.  Ken and Dan stood beside Bret looking at their captive client. Dan spoke first, “I can’t believe it Ken…I mean it’s only been a short time, and look at his face. That’s a pretty decent beard growth already.”  “It’s working better than expected, but then I did increase the stimulants in the Hair Growth formulae. When combined with the growth steroids we’re pumping into him, it’s working overtime,” Ken replied. “And speaking of the steroids we need to replace that bag.” Dan went to retrieve another IV bag, containing a mixture of potent steroids, hormones and chemicals all designed to alter Bret’s body shape as quickly as possible. The quicker the whole transformation process happened, the less chance of anyone finding Bret or indeed the Barbershop and Bar. Dan was well aware they hadn’t caught the culprit at work who’d been leaking information about certain clients. He needed to still be cautious, even here in this part of town.  Dan had every reason to be worried – at that very moment in the ‘Bears Den’, Bart had a guy he’d never seen before, enter the still quiet bar. 

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Broken Homes Fix Broken Hearts

Chapter 18

@veroinnumera and I are at the halfway point for what we have written and we still have more to go! We love these two. They are the OG OTP. Please give us feedback. It is crack.

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And then the phone rang.

He was about to throw it against the wall, another random number - but something made him answer it. “Morgan,” he practically whispered.

“Agent Morgan,” Carter said coolly. “I’m still out here. Come and find me.”

The dead silence on the other end made Derek throw his phone against the outside of the building. Spinning around, he grabbed Reid’s phone and dialed Garcia. “Track the call that just came into my phone, now.” He instructed, voice breaking as he listened to her start typing “please….please babygirl.”

Penelope could hear the strain in his voice. He was breaking. “The last location of this phone was at 12 Yenton Drive, Manassas. The house belonged to a woman named Kerry Grimm.”

Nothing was said. No goodbye. No thank. Just drive.

“Where are you going?” JJ asked.

“That was Carter. I’m going to find him. Come or don’t, but I’m going.”

Derek broke into a sprint toward the BAU’s car, revving the engine and peeling down the street. “We have to go after him,” Hotch said. From experience, he knew that Morgan was about to do something he was going to regret.

Once again it felt like the gas pedal couldn’t be pressed far enough into the floor to go as fast as he needed to.

But eventually Derek pulled up at a quaint looking colonial painted canary yellow. It looked like the type of place out of some tourist guidebook or advertisement. But today it was his worst nightmare.

Without even checking the lock, he kicked the front door in. After it thundered to the ground, an eerie silence fell over the entire dwelling. Gun raised, he began to search the house. The only sound was his own blood roaring in his ears.

He wanted to find this-this-there wasn’t a word terrible enough for him, and he wanted to kill him. To watch the light leave his eyes and know that he was gone forever.

Derek peered around corner after corner, finding nothing a well-furnished house with a couple of knick knacks. And then he passed the back window and saw Carter pacing back and forth calmly, hands behind his back.

On ingrained instinct, he yelled. “FBI! Hands up!”

Despite what everything in his brain was telling him, his instinct - deep down in his muscles - was to bring him in to face justice. “Carter. Hands up. Now.”

“I don’t think so, Agent Morgan. Would you like to know the last words she spoke before she died?”

His finger twitched over the trigger, his jaw clenched so hard he thought it might crack. “No.”

“Derek! Please! I can’t breathe!” Carter said in a high-pitched voice.

Within a split second, Carter pulled something out from behind his back, leaving Derek no choice but to shoot. The bullet pierced his heart just as Derek screamed until he was hoarse - his world shattered.

Carter fell onto the grass, grinning as blood began to stain his clothes. “You just shot an unarmed man,” he panted. “And now you’ve killed her all over again.” His eyes rolled back in his head as his chest fell one final time. He was gone.

Derek fell to his knees, catching a glimpse of the glinting metal object in Carter’s lifeless hand.

“Derek!”

No. No. Her voice wasn’t going to leave him. He was going to hear her pleading for the rest of his life.

“Derek!?”

It was louder this time.

And it wasn’t a gun Carter had been clutching….it was a timer.

He sprinted to the shed as Juliet called out for him over and over again. Prying the doors open, ignoring the places where the metal had cut into his skin, Derek raced inside.

And there she was.

Across her chest, bright red numbers ticked downward. 5:00, 4:59, 4:58…

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I’m gonna get you out of here.”

His eyes quickly scanned the bomb. He was going to have three chances to disarm it. If he failed three times they’d both be blown sky high. “He’s a narcissist. The code will have a special meaning to him.”

Thoughts sped through his mind at a mile a minute.

“His birthday?” Juliet offered.

Derek punched in the numbers Juliet told him, feeling the blood rush through his veins as 30 seconds instantly drained from the clock.

Juliet gasped. “Please, Derek. Get out of here. I can’t die knowing I took you with me.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“Please!” She screeched. Her throat was raw from screaming. “Please, don’t let me watch you die!”

“I will not leave you,” he said firmly.

They would either go home together or he would die right here.

“The day you met?” He wondered. “You were his obsession.”

Reluctantly, Juliet gave him another set of numbers, watching his face drain of color as another 30 seconds disappeared. They were down to two minutes.

“Go. Please go,” she pleaded, voice breaking as her vision began to blur with tears. “You need to live, Derek. There are people who need you. So let me go.”

He shook his head, fighting off the tremors that threatened to overtake his body. He couldn’t lose her. Not again. Not like this. “A long time ago, I promised that you were stuck with me. I’m not breaking that promise, Juliet.”

They smiled at each other for a second, laughing through the tears. Fate sure had a sense of humor.

And she had before….

“Derek! The day I tried to kill myself. Maybe that’s it. He thought he’d won.”

That had to be it.

With 59 seconds left, Derek slowly punched in the numbers, taking nearly 10 seconds to press the final one.

And then it stopped.

28 seconds left.

Juliet’s head collapsed onto his shoulder. “Oh god!”

“It’s over,” Derek soothed, untying the ropes around her. “It’s over. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.

Derek held her close, his heart still racing just as fast as before. She was alive. That was all that mattered. “You have nothing to be sorry about, do you hear me? Nothing. He made his choices.”

As she cried on his shoulder, relief flooding through her system along with a whole host of other emotions she couldn’t quite name or care about in the moment, the rest of the team showed up on site.

The next several hours were a blur of questions from police and doctors checking her pupils for reactivity. Derek didn’t leave her side once. It was as if the idea of her being out of sight was unfathomable. Juliet didn’t mind. She was just as terrified of letting go of his hand, which had probably gone numb after being gripped tightly in her own for hours. But he didn’t seem to mind.

Rossi insisted on driving them home. Reid offered but even in this state Derek knew better than to give the kid keys.

Home. He had called it home. And it felt like it. It felt like he belonged curled up on that couch in that living room inside that house, because she was there. And that was the only place he ever wanted to be.

“We don’t have to say or do anything at all, just...sit with me?”

Juliet swallowed back a sob and collapsed into Derek’s arms on the couch. What had just happened? Carter was gone. That’s what happened. She should be thrilled. But she wasn’t. All she could do was stare off into the distance.

They spent hours like that and she curled into the warmth and strength of his body. She practically wanted to cry when a knock shocked her out of her daze.

Peeling himself away slowly, Derek strode to the door and looked out to see Hotch. “Morgan, it’s me. Open up.”

“What is it, Hotch?” He was too tired for this.

His boss hesitated to speak - a rare occurrence. “I need to take your badge and gun. The director wants you investigated regarding the death of Carter Morconi.

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Speed Trap: Part IV

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This is by far the longest chapter, coming in at just over 3k. Also the most warning heavy chapter, featuring offscreen violence, kidnapping, arson, and general danger.

It wasn’t his final con, Taako decided, but tonight was his final night. Late nights were always busy, lots of cash to be made, but that was also when real crime tended to happen. He’d been calling Ren so frequently, he was worried she was starting to suspect him. She still took him seriously, always sent back up that he’d watch drive by, but her tone was shifting. He’d hear a pen scratching as he talked, taking notes that he was pretty sure weren’t station protocol. Besides, being around actual criminals was skeeving him out- Taako was may be breaking the law but he wasn’t like them.

He wasn’t like Lup or Kravitz either though, a fact he tried to remind himself of as he took his final bribe for the evening. Whoever this guy was didn’t seem to learn his lesson, speeding off again the second Taako was done with him.

“Asshole.” He should maybe follow him again. He didn’t get a license number to call in- the street lamp was too far away and the sliver of the moon was barely casting a glow. But what would be the point? There wasn’t any more cash to get and the guy had paid a generous donation to the ‘officer spring baseball fund’. No one else was on the empty highway. A little speeding wouldn’t really hurt anyone.

He was already back in his own car, flipping off his flashing light, when he heard tires screech. Turning on his brights along the dark road, he drove ahead only a half mile before seeing the car he’d just pulled over wrecked against the sign of an abandoned Pizza Hut. “What the fuck?”

Taako wasn’t about to jump out of his car and rush in, but something about this whole thing was weird. No one was left at the sight of the crash. Weirder still, light was coming from inside the Pizza Hut. Even if the windows weren’t boarded up, it wouldn’t be open at this hour.

There was a scream, decidedly not belonging to the guy he’d pulled over, and that was too much for Taako to sit around waiting on. He grabbing his flashlight from where he’d tossed it onto the passenger seat, killed the engine on his car, and ran out.

Looking over the wreck showed signs of a struggle. He had to do a double take, but it looked like someone had clawed through the backseat from the trunk. Another scream and he focused on the Pizza Hut. “Fuck, I do not steal enough to deal with this kind of shit,” but Taako crept forward, lowering his center of gravity and keeping out of view from the broken down door.

“Cam, you’ve got to stop screaming or we’re really going to have a problem.”

“Get off me, you sadistic fuck!“ There was the sound of a slap, then of duct tape ripping. Taako peered up, seeing the man he’d pulled over tying up someone apparently named Cam.

“Now now, we had a deal. And then you went and crashed my car.” The man stalked around Cam, circling, as though this was his own personal stage instead of an empty fast food joint. As he turned, for a split second, Taako was terrified they had locked eyes. He dropped down, panting as he scrambled for his cell phone and dialed for Ren.

There were footsteps and Taako ended the call before it could connect. He dodged away from the building, rolling along the gravel as he switched off his flashlight.

“Fuck, I don’t have time for this,” the man sounded put upon, like someone brought rain to his barbecue rather than interrupted his kidnapping. “Lydia’s only a few blocks down, we can walk.”

There was some pretty intense scuffling sounds, but Taako didn’t let curiosity get the better of him. The door to the Pizza Hut was kicked open, and the man was leading Cam out with his hands tied behind his back.

“Listen, Edward, Eddie, come on. Our deal is still good. You don’t have to do this. I can get you anything you want. I’ve got connections, you know that, keeping me alive will bring you so many more-“

“If you don’t shut up,” this Edward guy was so terrifyingly calm. There was a quick movement and Taako caught the glint of a knife. “I will shut you up. Understood, dear?”

Cam nodded and the pair started walking through the grass away from the abandoned lot.

Taako was shaking, sitting behind the corner of the crumbling building, gravel digging into the pants of his stolen uniform. He should get in his car and go home. Get in his car and maybe call Ren. Tell her about suspicious activity by the neighborhood he knew was a few blocks in the direction Edward and Cam were walking. He should turn around and pretend he was never here.

That Cam guy was probably scum, talking about connections, probably worked with this Edward and Lydia duo before they got sick of him. Taako owed him nothing. Taako didn’t owe anyone anything! He should go home.

Instead, he stood, following the pair through the tall grass, hiding in the shadows cast around street lamps while they walked through a set of cookie cutter houses, stopping at one. Cam and Edward walked up the porch, and Taako ducked behind a bush to get out his phone. With one last glance back, he froze. Edward definitely saw him this time. He paused in the doorway after pushing Cam inside. His eyes narrowed, then gave Taako a smile that made his skin crawl. Edward placed a single finger to his lips, winked at him, then turned to go inside.

“I’m going to die,” Taako concluded as he sank back down. He didn’t hang up on Ren for the second time, but he got no signal while hiding in this shrub. “I’m literally going to die.”

There was shouting in the house, nothing Taako could understand, but there was the sound of a car starting. “Fuck,” he didn’t have much time. Scrambling away from the bush, he ran to the door. He didn’t even need to pick the lock, Edward had left it open. “Ohmygod, ohmygod I’m going to die,” he whispered even as he pushed the door open, grateful there weren’t any squeaky hinges, and made his way into the house. It was empty, a lone couch stood with a sheet over it, but there was nothing else.

Lup had taken him to a party in this neighborhood, only a few months ago. Something her boss was hosting or whatever. When they left the party, he and Lup walked around the block to her car and laughed at how every single house they passed was the same. That night had been been full of people and different furniture, but the bones were the same as this house. Taako traced along the wall next to the stairs until he found the breaker box. At the party, it had been covered by the ugliest painting he’d ever seen. The host tried to justify that it was covering the equally ugly metal door to the fuses. “It’d be less ugly if I was looking at the door, ma’am.” He’d said and Lup had to choke down a laugh before she slapped him on the arm and apologized to her boss.

It had been a fun night. He wondered if he and Kravitz had only just missed running into each other.

Taako forced himself to focus, flipping down the switch labelled ‘garage’ just as the telltale sound of a mechanical door started to rise. It stopped, then slammed against concrete. “Old house, old power. Next time we’re breaking and entering for real,” someone who sounded almost like Edward shouted. A door slammed and there were footsteps come towards him again.

“I thought I was pretty clear. Keep quiet about this and we wont have any trouble. This looks like trouble.” Edward still sounded so calm. Taako didn’t think twice before slamming all the fuses, plunging the house into darkness. “Now that wasn’t very nice.”

Taako sprinted for the front door and slammed it behind him. Phone in hand, he tried calling the station again as he ran along the side of the house, ducking below the windows. When the line went through, he could have sobbed. “Ren, oh thank god, get Lup to Mirkwood Court in-“

“Who is this! You think I didn’t see you try to get a call in tonight? Think I haven’t listen to you fake an accent every other week? We do not encourage vigilantism in this city!”

“Ren, listen-“

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”

“Ren please! I need Lup-“

“I am going to track your number and-“ Whatever rant she was gearing up for stopped. “Sir, are you okay?”

“No! Ren, there is a hostage situation at 51 Mirkwood Court in Winter county. Please get Lup down here now!”

She sucked in a breath, sound crackling through the phone, drawing whatever dreadful conclusion as to how a civilian could know of a kidnapping. “Sir, please stay on the line, we’re sending someone to you right now.”

“It better be fucking Lup,” he hissed, scrambling around the back of the house as he heard the footsteps crunching on the dewy grass.

“She’s out of the office right now, but-“

“Then whoever you’re sending should pray they’re half as good as she is!”

“Sir, stay on the li-“ But Taako had already hung up. Any more sound and he was going to get caught. He looked back, expecting Edward to be towering over him. Instead, nothing. Then all the lights in the house turned on at the same time.

“We might as well close up here,” Edward said. Fuck, he sounded bored. Was chasing a potential witness not important enough to him? What was wrong with this guy? Taako crouched under one of the windows, watching as a woman of Edward’s height dragged Cam into the living room.

“You wanna do it?” She must be Lydia, Taako concluded, as she brought out a much larger knife.

“Oh no, I got to grab him, you can have this part.” They grinned at each other and there was something sickening about their joy right now. Footsteps clacked closer to the window and Taako dropped down again. “But make it quick, we’re going to have company soon.”

Taako’s hand was over his mouth, trying not to breathe too hard, trying not to sob, not to throw up. What the hell did he care what happened to this Cam guy? He called the cops, did all he could do. Why was he still here?

There was a swish, a slick sound, and a muffled scream that felt like it went on forever. Taako was definitely going to puke if he didn’t move right. now.

He should have ran around the back, ran to his car by the Pizza Hut, and gone home. Instead, he was at the front door again and he kicked it open. “This is the Neverwinter Police! Put your hands up!” He dropped his voice, brandishing his flashlight in a strobe, trying to give the illusion of having a weapon ready.

“Ruining all our fun,” Edward sighed, voice carrying through the house. “Lyd, go, I’ve got this.”

“What about Cam?”

“Oh, well, you know how old houses are. So easy to get lost in.”

There was shuffling, doors slamming, and Taako tried to make himself move forward into the house. Lights flashed behind him, red and blue, and he pushed in further. If he could get through the kitchen, maybe find this Cam guy on the way, and avoid Edward, there was a back door he could-

Car tires screeched and something crashed. Taako jumped, whipping around in a frenzy before realizing the bang was only something that fell over further into the house. Lydia was driving away, it sounded like one of the cop cars was following her, but Taako needed to focus on finding whatever made that noise.

“You know,” Edward started and Taako whipped around again. Fuck, where was he? “These old houses, just the worst electricity. Cheap wiring, so prone to…” A match sizzled and struck. “Bad luck.”

Whatever Edward had been hoping for, this blaze wasn’t it. Taako saw the flames start up from the breaker box, but there was no grand explosion, no dangerous wildfire. The sparks were enough though, the flames were spreading to the floor and smoke filling the room.

“Help!” Another bang, from a closet down the hall to Taako’s right, the opposite way of the kitchen.

“You’ve got to make a choice,” Edward said, and god, he sounded so close, but this time Taako refused to turn around. Fear or foolish bravery, he wasn’t sure which kept him in place, but as the fire crackled louder, he tried to listen for footsteps. “Save yourself, or save Cam. I’ve dumped enough gasoline to burn him alive in ten minutes. However, you wont get out before the real police come in if you don’t forsake him.”

There was a bullhorn outside, one of the officers demanding that hostages be released, that folks come out with their hands up and “We’ll talk about all this, calmly, like rational people!”

Nothing about this guy was ration, Taako knew that. Then again, it wasn’t like he was coming out the front of this house any time soon either. “And you think you’re getting out in time?” If Taako could just hear those stupid footsteps…

“So witty. So brave. Honestly, I’m impressed. If you ever want to quit this fake cop thing, definitely give us a call.”

“How did you-“

“Oh dear, you’re dreadfully unconvincing. Now tick-tock.” A single snap of heel on tile and Taako whipped around, smashing the side of his flashlight against something he really hoped was Edward.

“How convincing was that, dear.” Taako sneered, only enjoying his victory for a moment before more footsteps echoed in over the smoke.

“This is the Neverwinter Police! We gave you a warning, now I need everyone to put their hands- Oh shit, is that a fire?” There was a crackling of a radio as Kravitz called for backup.

Wait, Kravitz was here? Taako could recognize that voice in his sleep, but he would give anything to have misheard.

“Fuck,” Taako whispered. He scrambled back, down the hall, throwing open a closet door as Cam tumbled onto him. “Get the hell out of here and if I ever catch you with those assholes again, I am not rescuing you.”

“Yes officer! Thank you officer!” Cam was practically tripping over his feet, pushing past Taako to run for the back door. He was clutching his hand, blood staining the front of his shirt, and Taako felt sick all over again.

“Officer?” Kravitz turned down the hall and even through the smoke, they could see each other clearly. “T-Taako?”

“Uh, nope. I’m a smoke induced hallucination. You really should get out here, my man. Old houses like this don’t last long under this kind of heat.”

“You’re- you’re not a police officer. You’re a pastry chef and a retail manager.”

“Okay, I specialize in pastries, but I cook other stuff too. Really, Krav, hun, not the time for semantics.” Taako tried to walk past him, tried to get Kravitz to move out of this house. He could hear the beams on the second floor start to creak as they caught fire. “Come on.”

“Why are you wearing a police uniform?”

“Kravitz, this isn’t the- fuck!”

The smart thing to do would have been letting Edward attack. He was behind Kravitz, Kravitz wasn’t paying attention, it would have been an easy escape for Taako. No matter how handsome the officer was, a pretty face wasn’t worth going to jail for, or getting caught in a house fire during a botched kidnapping. Maybe it was more than the pretty face, but Taako was not about to let Kravitz get stabbed. So, like an idiot, he barrelled forward, tackling Edward to the ground.

Kravitz joined the scuffle, but that only succeeded in getting the knife away from Edward. The smoke was thick above them, all the lights of the house flickering in a strange strobe. Taako thought he had the upper hand for a moment. Then he was shoved onto his back. Looking up, he expected death, but it was Kravitz holding him down.

“Tell me you are not working with the Wendor twins!” He shouted, eyes wide like Taako had betrayed him. They’d only just met, what was there to betray?

“The who twins? Look, I’m all for you being strong on top, but he’s getting away!” Taako barely started to struggle when Kravitz released him.

“You’re not working with him.”

“No! I stopped him from killing that other guy. Fuck, who you didn’t see but there was another guy that they took and- whatever! We’ll deal with the details later.” Taako ran down the hall, back into the main living room. He was wheezing, air unbreathable, but Edward was just as affected, swaying as he tried to move to the door, before realizing that’s where the police were and circling back, only to be faced with Taako and Kravitz again. Well, if the blow to the head didn’t knock him out, a concussion was just as good.

Without turning away from their target, Taako moved his hand towards Kravitz. “Gimme your handcuffs.”

“What? No.”

“Krav, trust me,” Taako was already moving forward, keeping Edward’s attention as they circled around the single couch.

“You have done literally nothing to earn my trust.” And yet, the handcuffs flew through the air for Taako to catch.

He lunged at Edward, taking him over the back of the couch. He was hardly successful in keeping him down, but the struggle was enough to get one handcuff on. Edward grabbed Taako’s leg as he scrambled to stand, to get some sort of leverage, and the pain felt impossibly sharp. Another knife? Or was this guy part time Wolverine? Either way, Taako fell back to the ground and Edward rose.

It was distraction enough, and Kravitz secured the remaining cuff. That only slowed Edward. He kept advancing as Taako scrambled backwards until his back hit the wall. A beam above them creaked, a suspended moment in which everyone in the house looked up. Edward stumbled backwards into Kravitz’s grip as the beam fell, bringing a firestorm with it.

“You got him?” Taako asked, forcing himself to his feet. His leg burned, and the stray embers landing on his pants were not helping.

“I got him. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I-” He coughed, bracing a hand against the wall before jerking it back. The heat was unbelievable. This house was not going to stand much longer. “Get out of here! I’ll go out the back.”

Kravitz frowned, but started dragging Edward to the front. Then he paused, and Taako was ready to scream. Why wouldn’t this idiot save himself? “You can’t wear an officer’s uniform. We need to handle this situation.”

“For the love of,” Taako stopped his staggering towards the kitchen. Lit by the eerie orange strobe, Kravitz looked divine. Not the time to appreciate the view, though. “You can handle me all out want later! How about we get out of the burning building first, huh?”

If Kravitz said something more to him, Taako didn’t hear. He turned and limped faster, as more of the second floor collapsed into the living room. Once he was out the back, his leg felt slightly less terrible and he pushed himself to a run. Kravitz would tell the other officers on the scene that there was another criminal escaping and Taako was not about to get caught.

He made it to his car, collapsing into the seat and locking the door. No officers chasing him, no kidnappers to chase. His leg still burned, but he could deal with that once he caught his breath. Taako waited another hour, dressing his leg with the rudimentary first aid kit he kept in the glovebox. No squad cars came his way. However, Edward’s wrecked car sat in front him the entire time. It was just a hunk of scrap metal now, but it felt like it was mocking him.

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Thanks for reading! The hardest part of this chapter was trying to make up a last name for the wonderland twins...