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kiyoomiee · 2 months ago

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one. two. three. four. five.

“I don’t hate you. That’s the fucking problem.”

Days passed and the words kept echoing in your mind as well as Sukuna’s. Almost as if he's trying to convince himself as much as you.

He knows what's the root cause of this problem. He needs to get laid.

It's just lust. If I can't get you out of my head, then I'll fuck it out of my system.

Yeah, that's his solution. Go to a random club and get fucking laid.

He found a distraction as soon as he ordered his first drink from the bartender. Some random woman clung to his arm as he downed his drink. Didn't even have to try.

He forgot how easy it was for him to seduce a woman. Before you lived with him, he used to have random hookups here and there. Now, it's like he doesn't even recognize himself.

The woman introduced herself and tried to make small talk but honestly, Sukuna didn't even pretend to care. Just a distraction.

Five drinks later, he finds himself in the dance floor as the woman grinds herself to his hips.

Bad idea. Bad fucking idea. Because as he closed his eyes, all he could think about was you, not the woman in front of him. Your hair, your skin, your body.

What are the chances of running into Yuuji and his damn circle of friends in the same club at Friday night? Turns out, it's fucking high.

Because when he opened his eyes again, he finds you staring straight at him from the mezzanine floor of the club.

Yuuji dragged you along with him to celebrate Yuta Okkotsu's birthday, your senior.

He couldn’t stand watching you sulk in your room anymore. He asked Nobara to dress you up and Megumi to help him convince you to join the party. You can’t say no to the trio.

You were met with a cocktails and vodka shots the moment you stepped into the booth, you were already half drunk by the time you managed to greet Yuta a happy birthday.

“Thanks for being here, enjoy the party!” He replied enthusiastically before being dragged away by Maki.

“Hey Yuuji, am I drunk already or is that really your brother at the dance floor?” Your eyes immediately darted where Megumi was pointing at.

“Nah, you’re drunk Fushiguro. I’m not even sure he knows a single dance move.” Yuuji dismissed and didn’t even bother to look at the man on the dance floor.

“Fuck, it is him.” You exclaimed, almost only to yourself.

You’d recognize that build and tattoos anywhere, he stood out even with the sea of bodies that swayed with the rhythm of music.

But that’s not all you noticed, you can clearly see a woman grinding herself to him. His eyes were staring back at you, but his hands were planted on her waist.

Your eyes were focused on the way his hands roamed around her body. When he pulled the woman close to him using her hair, you’re done for. You felt turned on yet pissed at the same time. You can imagine yourself down there with him, it's you that he's touching and not her. Why does it have to be another woman? God, why not you?

Seeing that scene made you sober up. Great, the reason why you were sulking was here, on the verge of fucking someone else.

Why did that annoy you so much?

“We’re gonna need more shots.” Nobara stated when she noticed your expression.

“You know what? Bring the whole damn bottle. Happy birthday Yuta! Let’s get fucking wasted!”

Sukuna watched as you retreated back to your booth. The blood that rushed from his brain down to his cock was now dissipating. It’s no fun when you’re not watching anymore.

“What the hell is your problem?!” The woman shrieked when she almost fell to her face, as he shoved her away from him.

“Sorry, lost my interest.” He simply said and went back to the counter.

Goddammit, he can't even get hard if it's not you that he's touching or thinking about.

Sukuna’s phone vibrates almost an hour later.

“What.” He answers it without looking, knowing fully well who’s on the other line. His eyes were fixed up on the balcony once more.

“Nobara got her really drunk and she’s been cursing your name all this time.”

Sukuna stayed silent, what the fuck was he supposed to do?

He had a plan before coming here, which was clearly ruined when he opened his eyes again and laid it upon you. When he saw you watching him so intently he couldn’t do it, either it’s you or no one else.

“Plus, she’s saying she’s going home with a man, so-”

“I’m coming up there right now, don’t fucking touch her.” He snarled.

Sukuna found you on the deck outside, with a man in front of you.

Who the fuck?

The loud stomping of shoes to your direction didn’t stop you from mindlessly playing at the shot glass in your hands. Your vision was spinning due to all the liquor you drank. Drinking with Nobara felt like playing a losing game.

“I live close by. Wanna come with me?” Toma, the guy in front of you said.

“‘m sorry, but I’m here with my friends.” You tried rejecting him but he was so persistent, even had the audacity to touch your arm.

“Come on. It’s only a five minute walk, I can-”

“No you won’t. Get your fucking hands off or I’ll break it.” Sukuna deadpanned. The guy tried to apologize but he scrammed almost immediately when Sukuna gave him a deathly glare.

“Hello Sukuna, where’s your woman?” Your sardonic tone pissed him off even more.

Right in front of me, pouting. He wanted to say.

“C’mon, we’re leaving. Now.” Sukuna stated. You set the shot glass down and stared at his palm that was stretched out in front of you.

“We can’t leave, haven’t found my man yet. Since you scared that one away, I should start looking for a new one.” You slur, whole body swaying as you stood up abruptly.

“You’re not going anywhere.” In an instant, Sukuna had already blocked your path.

Your upper body bends as he caged you to the closest railing. Surprised by his act and fucking scared of falling, your arms immediately clung to his neck.

His familiar perfume flooded your senses due to the distance between the two of you being mere inches from one another. It's intoxicating. Addicting.

Then you remembered what you saw on the dance floor.

“Let go of me, Sukuna. You haven’t answered my question, where’s the woman you were with earlier? Stay away from me and go back to her.” You tried shoving him with both hands but he didn’t budge.

“One minute you can’t stand me, the next you act like this. I can’t understand you. What the hell do you want from me?” You locked your eyes with his as you pounded your fists to his broad chest.

“You really don't get it, do you?” His jaw clenched.

“Get what? You confuse me a lot you know? You said you didn't hate me, so what's this? Do you just enjoy making my life miserable?”

“Fuck, I want you!” He finally exploded. “The woman that I want is you. You’re my brother’s best friend and I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts but I can't fucking help it. I want to claim you, I want to make you cry out my name, I want every inch of you.” Your mouth parts as you stood still, stunned into silence. Sukuna’s chest was heaving as he continued on.

“I’ve been going crazy trying to keep my fucking distance because I know I’ll ruin you. But you ruined me, now I can’t get you out of my head.”

“You…want me?” You inhaled sharply. That was unexpected.

“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. It’s driving me insane.”

“Yeah, I find that hard to believe.” You scoffed and crossed your arms. “I saw you earlier, you’ll fuck that woman if you haven’t seen me. Or have you done it already?”

“Don’t look at me like that, no I didn’t fuck her. I haven’t even touched any woman since you moved in with us. Fucking hell, even my body betrayed me because it wants only you.” He gripped the railing tightly, hands flexing at your sides like he was holding himself back from touching you.

The silence stretched between the two of you. The air was thick with tension and filled with something neither of you could dare describe.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same,” he murmured, his voice rough, pleading. “And I’ll let you go.”

Your fists dropped on your side. You should lie. You should lie and say the words that would make him leave.

You should say it. That this was wrong, that you didn’t want to betray your best friend by going after his brother.

But you didn’t.

Because despite knowing better—you wanted him too.

All you could do was do was look up at him, eyes burning with the truth you couldn’t escape.

You didn’t say a word.

And that silence was your answer.

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darlingdaisyfarm · 19 days ago

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I was going through a thought and wondered, how would Stan and Ford react to you getting hurt? Like on a mission, heist, or exploration.

[ how Stan & Ford react when you get hurt ]

a/n: sometimes my imagination is so embarrassingly bad, but i tried! i hope you enjoy it despite that <3 thank you for the idea tho!!

STANLEY

★ if it happened outdoors, Stan is grabbing your arm, yanking you to your feet, “what the hell were you thinking, huh?!” if it’s a mission or a heist, he’s 100% mad at the situation, and lowkey mad at you for getting hurt in the first place. but it's just because he cares too much

★ you’re hurt, and his mind is racing. “no. no. not this. not you, goddammit”

★ if it’s really bad, like you’ve passed out or you’re not responding, he panics. “c’mon, please, please stay with me, sweetheart”

★ whatever the situation, Stanley gets you out immediately, doesn't hesitate or finish the job or whatever he was doing. he literally carries you if he has to, forgets his own injuries. “c’mon, c’mon, i gotcha, we’re gonna get outta here, baby, stay with me.”

★ if you're bleeding bad he physically presses his hand over it and curses under his breath like “shitshitshit fuck, okay okay, you’re alright, you’re good, you’re so good, baby, fuck, hold still”

★ if it's really bad, he can't help but be emotional. screams at anybody who even tries to slow him down. doctors, nurses, cops. “if you don’t fuckin’ MOVE i’m gonna PUT you through a WALL.”

★ after you're safe, sleeping or resting, Stan gets very very quiet. sits by your bedside hunched and still worried, not knowing where to put his hands. instead, just keeps replaying this situation in his head. how he could've stopped it or what he should’ve done

★ if you so much as whimper in your sleep, he's immediately there. touching your wrist, smoothing your hair, whispering “s’okay. i gotcha. m’right here.”

★ i hate to write that but. . . he absolutely cries :( and hates himself for it even more. he tries not to cry loudly. at least, not obvious. but these stubborn angry tears keep falling and he wipes away fast because he’s mad they’re even happening

★ blames himself because guess why? he thinks he's a screw up. even if it wasn’t his fault. even if you jumped in front of danger to save HIM. he feels like your hurt is a debt he can never repay. and he’ll work twice as hard after

★ probably won't let you lift a finger for a week and will even argue with you about it. “what, you’re gonna get up and make yourself dinner with that leg? sit your sweet ass down before i TIE ya to the couch, baby, ok?“

★ absolutely buys you a stupid little get well gift. like a giant teddy bear idk. it’s ugly and cheap and it makes you laugh and he looks at you like he’d go back to hell and back for that smile

★ his hands are too rough and he knows it, so when he tends your injuries, he touches you so soft it's almost clumsy. “m’sorry, kid. my hands ain’t. . . they ain’t good for delicate stuff. but y’know i’m tryin’, right?”

★ “yer skin’s too good for bruises. shoulda been made’a stardust, i dunno.” then immediately snores and drools on your shoulder

★ Stanley hides his injuries from you. if he got scraped up during the mission too, he’ll downplay it SO hard. like limping with a bloody nose but “pfft, what, this? nahhh. absolutely fine.” because he thinks if you knew he was hurting too, you’d feel worse

★ he lets you wear his shirts because they’re soft and smell like him and he thinks it’ll help you heal faster if you’re comfy

STANFORD

★ freezes for half a second. because he’s trying to understand how bad is it / how much time do we have / what’s the fastest way to help you. he can't waste a minute

★ gets terrifyingly competent. applies pressure, builds splints from scraps, mutters smth about blood loss and nerve damage. talks you through it with a voice so calm but inside he wants to throw up because of worry. “stay awake for me, darling. keep talking. good. eyes on me. good. you’re doing perfectly” Ford keeps talking clearly so that you keep your focus on him

★ honestly, no matter how hard he tries, i dont think he’d be the perfect calm collected person. i mean sure, if you get hurt, Ford’s first reaction is to jump into doctor-mode. hes not even thinking about it. because what's important is to make sure you're breathing and blinking. but ugh, his eyes are the giveaway. they’re usually so calm, but when it’s you, theyre so wide and scared, full of worry, brows knitted, biting his lip

★ so yeah he tries to be calm but fails. so he snaps at anyone who distracts him. “either help me or get out of my way. let me do my job”

★ gets frustrated if you won’t let him fix you. he needs you to let him help. so hes constantly like “no, no, no, don't you dare pull away from me”

★ once you’re safe, he cant really breathe for a second. i mean, he had just experienced the most terrifying moments of his life, almost losing the person he loved most. so Ford's hands are trembling. he tries to hide it because he thinks he needs to be “the strong one” but if you so much as reach for him he folds into your touch still

★ if it was on anomaly hunting or expedition, he feels guilty for bringing you along. “i should’ve known it was too dangerous. i never should’ve let you come. i was selfish.” he hates himself for it

★ i think later, Ford develops a quiet habit of memorizing your vitals. like, your heartbeat, your breathing when you sleep. all the time, he keeps checking without waking you. just running fingertips lightly over your wrist or brushing his hand near your collarbone. it’s a comfort thing. if he can feel you breathing, he can sleep

★ this cutie builds you ridiculous safety gadgets. “here, this bracelet contains an emergency teleport beacon, a medical scanner and a plasma shield generator. standard fare, really.” it's like wearing an entire fucking sci-fi lab on your wrist. but you wear it anyway because well, you can't say no to him

★ also when it beeps or whatever, Ford panics instantly. no matter how minor

★ might accidentally blurt out love confession while tending you. like patching a cut and muttering “i can’t lose you. i love you. i. . .“ then FREEZES because he didn’t mean to say it out loud yet

★ he’s very doting when you're hurt. he’s the one who makes sure you’re comfortable, brings you books to read, does everything he can to distract you from the pain

★ and if it gets to a point where you’re just in too much pain, Ford’s solution is putting his hands on you, gently massaging while whispering that it will pass soon. i think Ford is more affectionate than usual in these moments. he lets his vulnerability show

★ Ford will get a little obsessive about safety after. “what do you mean you’re going into the woods alone?”

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dynamightsfave · 7 months ago

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bakugo katsuki—interviews

bakugo katsuki fucking hates interviews. in every shape and form. public conferences? "i did my fucking job. the building crashed down because the base sucked ass. that's not my fucking fault" one on one interviews? "why the fuck do they have so many damn questions about my methods? let them try and do what i do!" talk shows? "if you're not gonna ask me about my job, i don't know what the hell i’m doing here, my personal life is my goddamn business. also, if i wanted comedy i’d go to the fucking circus, at least the clowns wear their actual uniform instead of shitty suits"

safe to say, dynamight is every interviewer's nightmare. he's a wonderful and attentive person off camera (he’s still an asshole, but a nicer one), but when you start asking him questions and place a camera on his face, the brass defensiveness, one of the things that lingers from his stubborn teenage years, shines through. that and that mouth that curses more than a sailor in their golden years ever has. there's offers to take him of course, being in the top ten heroes ranking of not only japan, but the whole world. he's mostly partnered up in these interviews, so there's someone to lead the talking and answer for him when he doesn't want to give into "the stupidest fucking question he's had the misfortune to hear".

red riot and shoto are the ones that are usually designated as his babysitters, but other old classmates have appeared onscreen with him as well. even deku, now a teacher, has made special features. but there's never much demand for an individual interview with pro hero dynamight, and if there ever is, bakugo usually rejects them without looking much into it.

which is why, his secretary was very confused when the mention of a last attempt at a talk show made his boss perk up rather than frown instantly. his lip didn’t instantly curl with a groan and his red irises didn’t meet the back of his skull. instead, he curiously eyed the schedule placed in front of him, and gave a curt nod in thanks when he was done. ryu developed a sense of uneasiness that took over his system. surely that was a sign of the end of the world. but he couldn’t really say anything, pinky and chargebolt recommended the interviewer and swore it would go well. maybe they were right? they needed it too, dynamight hadn't appeared on many public events lately. so there's that, now he just had to pray bakugo didn’t fuck it up.

and that brings us to right now, with dynamight taking a seat in front of you and the public’s applause dimming. the tension that fills the air lingers in the audience, and for once, bakugo and his interviewer seem to be completely at ease. ryu can’t help to think to himself that this is yet another sign that the world is about to end, and he wonders if he should call up his family to say a final goodbye. for now, maybe it’s better he focuses on what’s in front of him.

"great explosion murder god dynamight!" you smile at him, as if he was a friend you’re glad to see again, "so glad you could make it!"

you have that magnetism that makes every guest comfortable around you, familiarity being the base of your show. it’s a big part of why it became so popular, the charming host that interacts with their audience and speaks their mind in such an easy way.

katsuki smirks, chest a bit puffed and fingers drumming the armrest.

"sort of didn’t have a goddamn choice, did i?" while his response only makes the people watching tense more, you only chuckle, nodding as if you understood like nobody else.

"we’re our managers’ puppets aren’t we? either way, wonderful to have you," and goddammit, you never sound insincere, "these days it’s hard to have a minute of great explosion murder god dynamight"

"you know what they say, villains don’t rest. and if they don’t rest that just means us heroes have to work twice as hard as them" did he just answer without cursing? oh the world definitely ends today.

bakugo maintains eye contact with you while he lounges on his seat like he owns the place. he’s made hundreds of interviewers and others shrink with that attitude of his, but from the looks of it, you’re not only not one bit bothered by it, but you almost encourage it. your arms flex as you lean in towards him, agreeing with him.

"all right, since i don’t want to waste much of that precious time of yours..." eyes twinkling, you could even say teasing—dare i say flirty—, you tap a small melody onto your notebook with your pen, "let’s dive right in to the questions! promise this won’t be long. first off, i want to solve a doubt i’ve had for some time now"

he arches a brow, accepting the challenge. there’s the same amusement in his eyes that yours have, it sends chills across the room. it’s so weird to see the bakugo katsuki being not mean to someone that isn’t a little kid or a polite fan.

"i’ve said it a couple times now, and i have to admit it’s a bit of a mouthful. “great explosion murder god dynamight”. why that name? how on earth did you come up with it?"

it’s funny. you say it as if it isn’t a mouthful. quite the opposite, it rolls off your tongue like quick, flowing as if it’s escaped a million times, a prayer you know by heart. bakugo rolls his eyes, similar comments follow him practically every day everywhere he goes since he made the name up. he’s built up skin to them, not that they ever bothered him, he’s pretty proud of his hero name. some might say too proud.

"it’s a reflection of everything i am," he winces after a second, "maybe not the murder part."

"i do hear die is one of your favorite words tho"

"yeah well, it’s good to let the emotions out or whatever the hell. i try not to say it as much anymore, people say it’s rude or some shit," his hand makes a fast motion, as if to sweat it off, he really doesn’t give a damn, "anyway, the name’s like that because it had to embody how fucking awesome i am"

"ah, that makes sense," you nod along, not bothered by the curses, "a loud and bright name like your explosions. it does suit you"

at the compliment, the smirk returns to his lips, a small huff with it. he shuffles around to sit higher, now getting an idea of how this interview is going to go. katsuki finds that he doesn’t really mind it, at least the questions are off to a good start. and the host... well let’s just say he likes this one.

"i know, i picked it myself," he states, and you can’t help but laugh at how sure of himself he is. reminds you of a 6-year-old, not a single ounce of doubt in his body about how cool they are.

"would you say it was inspired by something else? maybe a hero you look up to?"

"nah, ‘t was all me," liar.

"i see. a unique name to say the least. but on the topic, is there any hero that you look up to? someone you aspire to be like. other than, i'm sure, best jeanist"

"obviously," he repeats, "but i mean; every kid and their goddamn mother has dreamt of becoming all might, he was n.1 longer than anyone. i’m sort of a basic bitch that way. when i was little i wanted to be like him, so i followed that dream until i made it real. and now i push myself to be as great as he was and more. plus ultra and all that bullshitr"

"wow. sounds like hard work," he grunts in agreement, and you purse your lips, "we all agree all might is a one of the greatest symbols we have, must have been incredible to be able to study under him. you mentioned the school’s motto. can you tell us about that? the ua days?"

katsuki smiles, his eyes drifting away to his hands. you can’t help but think he looks rather handsome, reminiscing his high school.

"in one word: it was fucking insane. he brought a lot of insight about what to expect in the actual field, and how to treat with bystanders—the little motherfuckers—, and he was always pushing us to do our best. he’s the sort of person you just know cares about what he’s doing," he explains, "our homeroom teacher, mr. aizawa was also very much like that, even though he didn’t look it. ua students are lucky when it comes to teachers. but they’re all ungrateful snotty brats"

it’s the first time bakugo katsuki has ever said something nice in public, even if it has some mean side dishes (wouldn’t be something bakugo katsuki said otherwise). at this point, it’s just you two in the room. no lights, no cameras, no audience, not even the questions you’ve jotted down in your notebook. only a conversation between two people. katsuki wonders if it’s a you effect, and he figures it must be, because he’s never as comfortable as he is talking to you. it comes so easy.

you smile, and it takes everything in you to not reach and put your hand on his arm at his words, the reminder of all the people watching in the room and through the cameras a dying reminder in the back of your mind. you like having him here, and you frankly don’t understand why other hosts dread his visits.

"sounds like a wonderful experience. i’ve talked to others from your course and they all speak of it with so much fondness, just like you. even with the hardships you had to endure," you clear your throat, voice dropping to barely a mutter. even the mic strapped to your blouse has trouble picking it up, "but i’m sure you don’t like thinking of them, i know i don’t. so, i know you’ve said all might and eraserhead are big inspirations, but do you have any other people you admire?"

you know you’re pushing your luck. your tone is far too friendly to be considered professional now and he’s not one to be heartfelt on camera. but if you could just get him to confirm what cellophane and shoto said last week... what you just know is the truth, but dynamight is a bit too proud to admit. you can see it in the way he looks away and puffs his cheeks to blow air.

"i mean, obviously, i’m incredibly grateful to best jeanist and edgeshot, they fucking saved my life," his cheeks grow the slightest bit of pink under your intense gaze. he almost chuckles as you nod entranced and edge just a tiny bit closer awaiting for the true answer. he guesses he might as well indulge, so, with a much lower tone, he continues, "and ya know, in class there were others that were pretty good too. not as incredible as i am, but close enough. if i had to pick any, maybe shitty hair and the dumbass deku. i guess"

screw the lights. your smile is blinding. it shines so much bakugo suddenly doesn’t feel like the answer was practically yanked from his throat. this is too much for his rearranged heart.

"that’s funny, they speak pretty highly of you too," you giggle. your eyes clash, and the small smile that forms on his face is instinct, he can’t control it. one, two, three.

"of course they fucking do. they better, else i’ll crush their bodies," he huffs, snapping back to his position before he was gobsmacked by you.

"all right, i’ve just got a couple more questions before we let you go," you get back on track too, despite the heat on the back of your neck, "uhm... oh yeah! well i guess you’ve answered this already, but just in case. you said red riot and deku were people you admired as heroes, i take it they are also the easiest to partner up with? i know pro hero deku is out of commission at the moment, but back when you still worked together"

dynamight actually thinks about this one. he furrows his brows, and his weight shifts on the sofa. he hums as his hand strokes his chin.

"well, it depends on the job. generally, i do like to partner up with them, we understand each other very well, as do everyone form our class. the time we spent training with each other pays off. so yeah, they’re easy to work with. but also, the half ‘n half bastard is quick to respond to what i do, and ponytail is a great strategist when it comes to infiltration or a mission that takes planning. the damn rabbit gets on my nerves a lot, but we make a good team. she should start thinking about retiring though, before she starts dragging me down"

"it’s lovely to hear the heroes of japan are so tight and coordinated. i must say, hearing you praise them is refreshing," your lip gets caught in your teeth in an attempt to stop the growing smirk, but your eyes betray you.

"oi, don’t misinterpret what i’m fucking sayin’. they’re all still pains in my ass, each worse than the last one"

"uh huh... okay, last question. if you weren’t a hero, what would you be?" that takes him aback.

"fuck you mean? i was always gonna be a damn hero. i don’t know. maybe one of those people that handle bombs in the army or some shit like that," he shrugs, but then a beat passes, "a firefighter"

"final answer?" you arch a brow. he grunts an affirmation, "o-kay! well, it’s been a pleasure to have you here, i hope we did not waste much of your time, but you’re free to go now. i appreciate that you didn’t shout"

he chuckles, following your steps as you get up and circle your table to get to him and say goodbye. the audience is clapping for you two, ryu is releasing the breath he’d been holding all throughout the interview, and the camera people are preparing to shut off. you reach him, and just like his smile before, his next actions are pure instinct. even more, they’re almost a routine.

his hand reaches for your waist, and he effortlessly pulls you closer, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. now, in this routine, it’s not common that you tense up. usually, you wrap your arms around him and nuzzle into his chest. you look up to him, eyes wide, and it takes one millisecond for him to realize what he’s done. he curses under his breath, and you laugh.

"welp, there’s that. no more hiding this," the stunned public is so silent they hear your whispers, "see you at home?"

katsuki gives you that low laugh you love, squishes your waist, and nods.

"yeah, see you at home"

ryu dials his family to say his goodbyes as his boss steps off the stage and the audience recovers from the shock. he prays the call gets through before the world suddenly explodes.

luckily, the world doesn’t combust, and he lives to see the heart magazines with your image on their covers and headlines screaming about japan’s favorite talk show’s host and potty mouth’s newly discovered relationship.

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kopilot-pop · 1 year ago

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Comfy 18+

(Yunjin x GP! Reader)

Request: oh my- that karina fic was so good. i need you to write a similar fic for clingy yunjin x soft dom reader pls… doesn’t have to be gp reader but i totally liked it in sofa

Warning(s): MDNI, GP! Reader, breeding kink, dirty talk?, daddy kink(there’s like one word for it), etc.

A/N: Hi.. it took like 300 years but here’s a new fic… love y’all (plz dont hate me)

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“I don’t wanna go.”

“I swear to god, if you’re late Chaewon will murder me.”

The blonde girl in your arms seems to pout even more at your words.

Yesterday was Yunjin’s break day and the two of you spent it going on a movie date, drinking at your apartment, and sleeping all cuddled up.

Making her ride you was in there somewhere but the both of you were too drunk to remember.

You woke up at 10 a.m. with Yunjin curled up in your arms... naked (except for your oversized hoodie covering her). It’s now 12 p.m. and your girlfriend is supposed to be at the practice room in an hour. But it seems like Yunjin has no intentions of leaving your apartment - hell, your bed.

“Jen.. you’re really gonna be late…”

She whines as you try to pull her off of your body and clings onto you even tighter than before.

You’ll be lying if her in your arms wasn’t turning you on. Her.. chest.. was touching your side, and you're having a very difficult time not staring at her bare legs.

"Jennn... c'mon.."

Suddenly, she jumps up from your arms and sits on top of your stomach. She looks at you with a smug grin and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"What if... I do this?"

With a swift motion she takes off the hoodie and throws it to her side. She tilts her head at you and bites her lip.

"Do you still want me to leave?"

You let out a loud groan and turn your head back to the pillow underneath you. Yunjin pins you down by grabbing your shoulders. The moment you try to convince her for one last time, she shuts you up with a kiss.

You can feel her pussy on your stomach, and when she slowly grinds back and forth, you can feel it slowly becoming soaked.

Your hands glide up to her nipples, playing with them just so you can see Yunjin blush.

“God, you’re so fucking hot babygirl.”

The moment the petname slips out of your mouth, her confidence seems to immediately disappear. She lets out a quiet whine and stops her movement.

You - having a sudden boost in confidence at her reaction - flip her onto her back, trapping her between your arms. With a yelp, Yunjin clings into your shoulders.

With no more patience, you pull down you sweatpants along with your boxers, and let your painful boner free. It springs out to your stomach, and you can immediately feel your girlfriends fingers touch it.

“God, I still don’t know how you fit that in me.”

With a breathy shake Yunjin aligns your cock to her wet hole and wraps her leg around you to push you in.

You slowly sink into her tight pussy, and groan at the warmth surrounding you.

“Mmf… God I love you…”

Yunjin pulls you into another sloppy kiss, but she suddenly pushes you away when she feels the tip of your cock touch her womb.

“Ah-! W-wait Y/nnnn!”

You start rolling your hips back and forth - trying to be as gentle as possible - but Yunjin always had trouble adjusting to your size no matter how wet she was.

She lets out small whimpers, digging her face into your shoulders, and tightly gripping onto your arms.

“Ah- ah-! I want… I want you to…”

“Hm? What was that? Fuck- Couldn’t hear ya sweetheart.”

“I… ugh! I want you to.. hng… I wanna feel you cum inside me..”

You pause at her request, but after what she said registers into your mind, your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Goddammit- you asked for this.”

Yunjin hiccups at your clouded eyes, and starts to feel excitement when you manhandle her into a different position. She’s practically folded in half, with her legs hooked over your shoulders.

As you pull her in, your dick slams into her core at the same time, causing her to let out a scream.

“F..fuck! Fuck, daddy you’re so deep- angh..! inside me-!”

She lets out short breaths at the same rhythm of you pounding into her. You watch her face go from pain to absolute pleasure as her tongue lolls out and her eyes keep focus on your member ruining her pussy.

The slapping sounds echo through your room, and you can tell that the wetness is embarrassing her when she rolls her head into the sheets.

Having none of that, you grab her face and force her to look into your eyes as you start going faster.

“Ah!! Y/n, Y/n, Y/nnnn…..! Fuck, ugh!! I love youu…”

“I’m.. hah… I’m gonna cum…”

Her teary eyes make it impossible for you to hold yourself in, and as you finally bury yourself as deep as possible, Yunjin’s back arches and she lets out the loudest scream you’ve ever heard (even for her).

You feel her legs lock you inside as you let spurts of cum fill her up. Her spasming walls cause your cock to twitch inside of her - making her let out tiny whimpers.

The two of you let out deep breaths as Yunjin’s arms pull your torso closer for comfort.

“Mmf.. I’m cold…”

“Yeah, well - you’re the on that decided to throw your hoodie across the room.” You let out a breathy laugh.

“It’s technically yours so… can you go get it?”

You give her a playful glare, but the moment you see her smile - as always - you lose.

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a/n: its so weird writing after so long

#le sserafim x reader #huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #lesserafim imagines #lesserafim x reader #kpop fanfic #smut #lesserafim smut #yunjin smut

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midnight1nk · 1 month ago

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So, the Silence of the Cats movie....

[spoilers below cut]

OMGOMGOMG IT'S TIME!

Y'know I have to put this on the big screen, full HD quality. I got my ramen and bingo cards, I'm SO ready!

3... 2... 1... happy new year oh wait LET'S GOOOO

[the following is my live reaction:]

frame one and I'm already hyped

OH OH are we starting off like we did in the trailer?

it's giving across the spider-verse vibes, ifykyk

OH GOD THAT'S EVEN WORSE. she got hit by a semitruck AND a car?! gurl are you ok?

and she's limping a bit. it was for a second but it counts!

the character of the hour....

*points at screen* THERE HE IS

I'm SO ready to punch his face right about now

ooh the animation tho okay Team

"That's probably not the biggest problem on their plate right now!" WPNZ, what did you do? where are the kids?

bc i swear i'll—

....OH HELL NAH I AIN'T TRUSTING THIS

WHY IS THE PIZZA BLUE?!

oh god did the Team see what I wrote?

YEAH YEAH kids, this is practically a hostage situation so PLEASE for your mom's (and my) sake you get outta here 😨

IKIK but kids, pleaseeeee

WPNZ, YOU ARE NOT PART OF THIS CONVERSATION WE'LL GET A CHANCE TO "TALK" (read: fight)

"Points for effort right?" oh you did NOT just say that to her AND to me. this isn't a "game", it's a family

ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME?! nopenopenope

kids, this is for your safety i promise

Zach omg, I know you're upset but geez

YOU *angry microwave noises*

THANK YOU KAREN, I was about say KICK HIS ASS

for a guy like WPNZ, Karen is pretty good handling him on her own. strong woman/cat, we love to see it

"Cmon! You know that "contract" jobs paid in DROVES-" AAAAA I'm gonna fall off my chair already

HITMAN INC. MENTION

seriously why is he here?!?!?! i wanna rip someone's head off

WHAT?! KATANA?! as in the sword?

OH that makes so much sense. WPNZ, Katana. Karen was a stray after all, she probably didn't give herself a name. or maybe Katana was just the codename given to her by the corporation and she used to refer to herself as that.

YEAH don't deadname her!

*head in hands* no one's letting her move on :(

"there it is, that glare." ew ew ew i HATE that. I'd rather have the fight.

i hope the kids aren't hearing this—

GODDAMMIT NOOO

yes kids, just give a moment to sort out this beef we have, ok?

don't. you. dare.

*slams desk* YOU MF

that's a VERY good question, Zach (please flashback storytime please)

YESSS

oh we're just going to sit on the floor, ok?

it was obvious that partners would grow attached to one other. A bond like this relies on blind trust, knowing that the other would do the job. And eventually, caring for each other's safety, for a job with high risks.

but ofc this turned out terrible for them and Karen did the right choice taking care of her kids without him, not getting her hopes up that he'll be back

And the team pulled off a spyxfamily moment 😌↕️

*angry microwave noises*

i LOATHE the kind of parents who think that financial support is all the kids need

literally him 10 minutes ago: "ahh ahh ahh, language. Wouldn't want the little ones hearing would we?"

oh, so when YOU say it, we're not supposed to judge?

fuckin hypocrite

ALL 👏 KIDS 👏 NEED 👏 SAFETY 👏

wait... was that supposed to be a frozen pizza? so all this "slaving away making dinner" was all for frozen pizza. well I was right about it being the case in my trailer analysis.

...I don't like how his face changed

NOPE *snap fingers* get tf out of here. this is part of a larger con, he's trying to make her feel guilty

huh, it looks like a day has passed (please tell me 4's recovering rn)

good on her getting security devices after what happened

SWAG! you're actually getting a scene and not just an appearance, yay 🎉

hey. hey swag. can you do something for me? could you uh arrest someone for me :) why? well he's a threat

WHY ARE YOU conveniently HERE?

ok WPNZ, you were stalking before but now you're just doing it to piss me off

not even government-level weapons could go against him ah fuck

"becoming weapons"? NOPE NOPE we're outta here

NO MEANS NO.

ew ew ew don't you ever say that, WPNZ

*points at screen* hey look, fnaf! (let's not think about the door, ok? ok)

aw katie 😭

this is going to come back somehow. i can feel it.

just Karen being a cool mom

"Kataanaaaaa :D" PISS. OFF. :)

that's right, let's not provoke him with whatever he's planning

it's not just an arcade game smh

*more angry microwave noises*

YEAH WPNZ what would you know about parenting? huh?

HHHHHH i hate that he makes a good point but I'm going to still keep reminding myself that he has bigger plans in mind

compromise is a big thing in parenting, especially when dealing with younger kids 😌↕️ (this is what KAREN did, not wpnz)

*ahem* uh you mean, HER kid

team istg PLEASE don't redeem him

this is a ploy this is a ploy

EXACTLY some things CAN'T BE FORGIVEN

YEP BYE

NOOOOOOO

ough her kids are her world.....

"AND NO WEAPONS" ah see, she said no WPNZ so bye creep :)

OH HELL NAH WPNZ, YOU DON'T GET TO PULL A SONIC ADVENTURE POSE. NOT ON MY WATCH.

those rocks are shaking, i don't trust that

WHAT DID I JUST SAY?

GO KAREN, SAVE YOUR KIDS

.... I'm sorry wha?

don't tell me that's bc.... *points at WPNZ* ....is it?

IT'S GENETIC?!

i...just. uh. how do i. i think we need to move on.

NONONONO YOU DON'T GET TO HUG THEM

he's winning them over, nooooo

it can't be like this. team please.

And he's teaching them how to become assassins, godammit

oh Karen, it's because they gained new "superpowers", ofc the kids would be happy about it. it's not on you.

"secret mission"?

THAT'S IT. THIS IS WHERE WE DRAW THE LINE. ABSOULTELY NOT. YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT AFTER YOU SAID "I understand that you don't want them to go killing" MF

WE CAN'T TRUST HIM WITH ANYTHING HE SAYS. KAREN, GET HIM

(oh, i didn't expect karen to say "absolutely not" like i did)

ROOTS?! ARE YOU KIDDIN ME

yep, he hasn't changed AT ALL. been telling you that this is just a con somehow

...oh no

....chat i'm this close to snapping.

first off, WPNZ didn't need to steal the "pick your poison" line from me

second, no, don't do this to me team

first with 4 and now. please don't.

I'M ACTUALLY CRYING, CHAT

like I know the movie's not going to end this way. it can't, right?

istg if this is how it ends, you're going to see me on the news

THE SHOWGROUNDS?! OH OH is it happening? what's going on?

4 MY BOYYYYYY 😭😭😭 i'm crying even more now

you're okayyy. i knew you would be but you're okay and that's what matters

AND YOU GOT BANDAGES? y'know what? I'LL TAKE IT

i'm not even mad bc you can justify it as, timeline-wise, it's been a few days after the events of "Enough is Enough" so 4 could've been recovering during that time

↑ yeah I'm going to make a fic about it

and it's SO in-character for him to be walking around while he's recovering

don't think about how the bandages are on (1) covering his logo particularly from his left side, (2) exactly on top of where his lobotomy scar would be, and (3) around his right hard in which was the first limb that broke free of the goo's corruption in IGBP. let's not :) <- I say, y'know like a liar

I'M OUTRIGHT SOBBING RN

4's talk was exactly what Karen needed. Ben lowkey was right, 4 really is the key, to help Karen

And it means so much more, considering how Luke became a content creator and it was Kevin who supported his passion, to be happy. it truly came from the soul of the whole channel, to the Hobo Bros.

this show, man......

AND y'know how I said that 4 to me is basically "that friend who gives a caring and supporting talk while getting a ride home from the airport" kinda vibe. now you see what I mean?

he would really do anything to not lose his friends, even from their own despair

(ok we have to keep going or else I'm going to start crying again)

YEAH KAREN, GO GET YOUR KIDS BACK

yep, WPNZ favors Katie out of her brothers oh no

oh kiddos, it's not a video game :(

WPNZ... they are LITERALLY KIDS. ofc they're going to joke around.

oop, we got some hesitation. please, I hope the kids turn against him

Again. they're kids.

BRUH WHY DID YOU DO THAT?

THEY'RE 👏 KIDSSSS 👏

arcade? this isn't a GAME. They don't wanna do this :((

aw no they're crying. stoooooopppp.

Karen I need you to come in right about now. Karen. KAREN.

LET'S GOOOOO, NEVER MESS WITH A MOM

ZACH'S CRYING? AW NOOOOO 😭😭😭

...WPNZ, I'm going to uno reverse what you said to them: how about you piss off?

HHHHHHHHHH i'm going to snap

yea no, it's not going to happen the same way like last time

i LOVE how different WPNZ and Karen talk to the kids here in taking whose side: WPNZ sees them more as one unit and what could they potentially do if they were stronger, smarter. To meet the standards of a legend. Keeping on referring to them as "weapons" and not kids. For Karen, she kneels down to their level, calls them individually by name, admits her wrongdoings (unlike WPNZ for what happened earlier), and whatever they will or will not be, she will still love them no matter what. They don't have to be legends, just be happy, it's all that matters to her.

and the kids chose their mom 😌↕️ THE POWER OF TRUE FAMILY

oh so you're that type of parent. Karen, get his ass.

I got a feeling who might've animated this fight scene

OMG DID HE JUST DECLAW HER?! 😨 now you gotta go (not die exactly but still)

OH YEAH? AND GUESS WHO THEY CHOSE THE SECOND TIME, WPNZ?

FINALLY SOMEONE SAYS IT! thanks zach

"A." well said, cory. such a beautiful speech right there 💙

it turns out the fight team-up was Karen with her kids all along! well, to be fair, we didn't know the kids's genes are them having weapons for limbs

GO GET HIS ASS THIS IS SO HYPE

"You screwed with the wrong family..." YES YOU DID

now we can curb-stomp him :)

Finally, an actual homemade pizza made by Karen

don't fight for food tho, kiddos

see? compromise 👍

oh. it's not over yet guys. hold on.

*looks at the magenta and cyan lights* .....heterochromia 4?

is the corporation going to come in? perhaps? maybe?

...wha?

NO STOP YOU BETTER NOT

THERE'S ONLY ONE PERSON I KNOW WHO WOULD SAY "DEAR"

NO WAY IT'S HIM AIN'T NO WAY

"A friend." OMG NO WAY I'M WRESTLING WITH MY DECK CHAIR RN STOPPPP

LET'S FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOO

THAT'S HOW YOU BRING HIM BACK AND END A MOVIE

WE ARE SO BACK oh this was fantastic

alright merch time!

KAREN PLUSHIE LOOK AT HER

Luke: "That ending, I wonder what that stinky SMG4 has in store" well, I have a couple theories—

LOOK AT THIS 💳💥 💳💥 💳💥

WHY AM I SO BROKE?

look at the katphish family, dude ueueue

*ahem at the Puzzles figurine*

……….eye of ra *explodes* (i mean, what else do you expect from me? NOT talk about goop!4? *points at blog bio* yea no, I will)

"the pencil case is probably for the younger viewers" DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE? i NEED it............

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Now, you're probably wondering what I think of the movie, and the answer?

This has been one of the best movies I've ever seen. The writing, the voice acting, the animation. Spectacular all around, the Team really cooked on this one. I just. I have no words.

hey, shadow did say we were gonna get surprises, and oh boy we did.

Perhaps some things didn't happen in the movie/we didn't get to see and, honestly, screw it! It surprised us more than we could ever realize and I do hope the hype I brought to you guys made the movie worth watching bc it deserved the praise.

Karen and the kids learning what it means to be a true family. WPNZ, as much as I love to hate on his character and calling him yucky, he was incredibly well-written and I'm glad that the Team didn't give him a full-on redemption path. It feels realistic that he would try but ultimately his personality and desires was what crushed him at the end, if he didn't view the kids as potential weapons/assassins.

AND MY BOY 4 💙 I already said what needed to be said but golly he's such a sweetheart. how can you hate him? (no seriously how? I can never understand it.) personal hc: the Castle lights were set to "low" just to help 4 not get a headache, which conveniently set up the tone for the scene.

So. can we talk about that ending?! OMG MR. PUZZLES IS BACK!!! I can't believe it. Well, sort of. It's not that Mr Puzzles wouldn't be able to contact the outside world from solitary confinement. He absolutely can. See? I told you all he could. I just couldn't have ever imagined that he's starting to collect villains like pokémon. Likely making his own "Crew" to go against our SMG4 Crew. And y'know what it could mean? That's right: PUZZLEVISION+ and that also means, there's goop!4 theory potential 👀 especially with the lighting at the end there (ik the meme, ik but let me have my bliss for a sec).

Funny enough that Mr. Puzzles really said "You look lonely. I can fix that" to WPNZ. So..... hitshow, anyone?

Anyway, let's see what the Team has to say:

"You have no idea how long i've been waiting for this moment. Hope you'all enjoyed the movie the SMG4 team really did a amazing job!" — anaidon

"Glad ya'll liked the latest #SMG4 movie I got to be a part of with the animating styles. As for the ending though... [evil laughter]" — star

"MR PUZZLES YA VIENE CABRONES" [mr puzzle is coming, you bastards] — ben (YESSIR! and you were kinda right ben, 4 was the key all along)

"Hello SMG4 community, hope you all enjoy SMG4: Silence of the Cats Movie. I animated the sad/emotional scene which is kind of scenes I prepared myself to work on since I joined the team. I put so much effort into this scene [the first "pick ya Poison" scene of the kids choosing WPNZ over Karen], ensuring that I create the same emotional impact to you guys just like every other emotional scene in SMG4. I was nervous that I wasn't able to meet everyone's expectations, but seeing your reactions, All the doubts have wasted away. When animating the tension between Karen and Mr. WPNZ, I wanted to strongly emphasize the emotions from the amazing voice acting performed by Elsie Lovelock & Gianni Matragrano who were amazing. Also the crying texture that I used in the end of my scene was made by @/theartistisme43." — braden (you did an amazing job, dude, one of the scenes that made me first cry, bravo. and ay, Cantro got some credit for the textures!!!)

"The cat is figuratively out of the bag, I guess, haha. I animated the climax scene of SMG4: Silence of the Cats. For reals one of the trickiest things I've had to animate outside of the WOTFI raps, but damned if I'm not content with how it all came out. Of course, this was not a solo effort. Everyone else on the SMG4 team should be proud of themselves. Aaron, Braden, Anaidon, James, Paul, Star, ThatMadMoose. AND our newest additions, Clubbins and ShockHat. You two did amazing. Gotta also sing the praises of Gianni. Absolutely killed it as Mr. WPNZ, and was an honor to animate something with his voice. Here's to hearing him voice the armed boi more in the future. — shadow (I KNEW you worked on that badass final fight scene, haha. glad I was able to recognize your work! it was so satisfying to watch.)

Seriously, the Team has done an incredible job, and I always loved sharing their posts about their work to yall. They deserve the credit. And this is just the first arc of the year, my dear fellows. I can't wait to see what comes next, they do be scheming 😊↕️

and it's SO funny that few of the team are reblogging "you look lonely" fanart with Puzzles and WPNZ, or even the ship itself, in a crack ship kinda way. Peeps, you know what to do :)

Well, this is long enough already, so I'm going to cut things here. Again, this movie had me speechless for a whole 10 minutes. I'll also be posting my bingo cards later, which btw thank you to everyone who participated. It's been a blast! I'll see you all next time, and remember: numbers always go first!

...so anyway, heterochromia 4:

#smg4 #smg4 spoilers #smg4 mr wpnz #smg4 karen #ink reviews #most of this is me doing angry microwave noises and straight up sobbing and “YEAH KICK HIS ASS”

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momo-minomo · 3 months ago

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Fic Fairy Friday: Tim and Jason Brotherhood

I love Jason and Tim, they're hands down the most chaotic and petty people in their entire family. I wish they'd be teamed up more often in the comics because every time they do the snark and sass is everywhere!

Unfortunately the Batfam fandom has developed a lot of misconceptions about their past and relationship. The main misconceptions are thinking Jason hates Tim and what happened during their fight in Titan's Tower. Fandom thinks Jason came there to murder his replacement and Tim was ruthlessly beaten down and begged for his hero to stop. In reality, Jason had grown to hate the very idea of Robin (a child soldier fighting and dying for Batman's neverending war) and came to Titan's Tower to convince Tim to quit as well as to prove to himself that Tim wasn't better than him and that Bruce didn't just trade up for a better Robin when Jason died. When talking didn't work he decided that to save this kid's life (and prove to himself that he wasn't just an inferior failure) he was going to MAKE him quit.

But if Batman, Alfred, and Lady Shiva can't control Tim Drake Jason didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell so Tim put up a hell of a fight and even when he was bleeding on the floor, barely conscious but always happy to be petty and go for the low blow, he went out hitting Jason where it hurt by defiantly stating that even beaten and bloody he is STILL better than Jason. They've long since patched things up between them, tho, and more than once in the comics Jason has made it clear that Tim is his most trusted brother. There was even that period just before Tim became RR where Jason was trying to recruit Tim to be HIS Robin so Jason could be gun!Batman and Tim was so annoyed and done with him lol. I do still enjoy the accidental brother or woobie Tim fics and will probably link a few exceptional ones here and there but I'd love to see more fics with the two being equals that trust and rely on each other, too.

The Fic Fairy Friday Masterpost

This Dark Ceiling Without a Star by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

Summary:

“For fuck’s sake, your chatter is going to drive me crazy faster than this stupid spell.” “Then you talk!” “There’s no point!” Jason snaps. “I can feel it, okay. It’s—there’s no emotion behind it, it’s not using my thoughts. It’s just a bunch of weird Greek echoing in my brain and a compulsion to act. And it’s getting stronger. Talking isn’t going to slow it down.” “Then what will slow it down?” After five long seconds of silence, Tim gives into the urge and viciously jabs his fist into Jason’s leg for the second time. “Goddammit, why?” Jason snaps, green briefly sparking in his eyes before disappearing just as quickly. “You are not seriously going to just sit there and wait to die.” “The hell do you care anyway?” “Because I don’t want you to die! Obviously!” “You fucking should.”

Momo's Notes: These boys need SO MUCH THERAPY! Tim and Jason are trapped underneath a collapsed building, Tim is slowly bleeding out, and Jason has been cursed to sacrifice himself to help power up a spell. So of course being robins they're going to remain calm, work together, and not spend their precious little oxygen arguing, right? Right? Oh goddammit boys!

Life in the Fast Lane by TheResurrectionist

Summary:

“So, let me get this straight,” Dick said, frowning, “You stole a car, kidnapped Tim, got in a high-speed chase, stole another car, fought a bunch of cartel members, and blew up a chop shop...all to get a minivan back?” “First of all, Timothy was a willing participant,” Jason said, crossing his arms, “And when you put it like that, it sounds bad.” “Jason, it sounds bad no matter how I put it!”

Momo's Notes: It's both refreshing and incredibly funny to see Tim and Jason just being normal brothers that annoy the shit out of each other while they're stealing cars and trying to take down asshole gangs out of costume. This entire fic is just chaotic shenanigans and It's so fun.

Good Fellows by thatcuriouscat

Summary:

After rescuing Bruce from floating around the past, Tim is Not Okay. What comes next after losing everything that really matters? Tim’s got some thoughts. So do the rest of the family. And Ra’s al Ghul. …And the Joker. Jason looks murderous. “God DAMN it, Tim, this was not the situation I had in mind when I generously taught you how to be a younger brother out of the kindness of my heart!” Even more shocked by this, Dick asks incredulously, “You, Jason Todd-Wayne, tried to give younger brother lessons? Where did you even get the audacity?” Jason rounds on him hotly. “Bitch, you wish you knew how to be a younger brother!” “FOCUS,” Tim demands. “We’ve got like, an hour to pull this off.”

Momo's Notes: I know I recommended this one for the Dick and Tim brotherhood recs but this story revolves around the three oldest batbrothers and has equally good characterization and interactions for Jason as it did with Dick. Jason's pov pages are some of the most witty and fun in the whole story and the brotherhood that forms between Tim and Jason over the course of this fic is unique.

The Right Substitution is Key by AddictedApple

Summary:

“The Red Hood has been good for Gotham,” Robin continued. “Crime in Park Row decreased by sixty one percent almost as soon as you showed up, and that’s even taking into account all the crime you commit. Drug overdoses have decreased by twenty two percent in adults and seventy nine percent in minors. Homeless minors are ninety two percent less likely to—” “Kid,” Jason interrupted. “Enough statistics. What the hell is this about?” Robin slowly lowered the tablet with his powerpoint presentation and looked up at Red Hood. “You care about Gotham,” Robin summarized. “Gotham needs Batman. Batman is missing and so is Nightwing. We need you to fill in for Batman.” “You want me to cover Batman’s patrols?” Jason clarified. “No,” Robin said. “I want you to be Batman.” Jason bluescreened. (Or: Batman and Nightwing mysteriously disappear before Red Hood has even started antagonizing them, Robin is desperate, Gotham needs Batman, and Red Hood is Batman-Shaped.)

Momo's Notes: An AU where Jason calmed the hell down before returning to Gotham, both Batman and Nightwing go missing, and Tim doesn't know who this new Red Hood guy is but statistics don't lie, he's making a positive difference in Gotham. That makes him the PERFECT candidate to take over as Batman until they can find him. Jason can't believe ANY of these idiots survived while he was "gone"

a kidnapping a day (keeps the board of directors away) by doingthewritethings

Summary:

And, well. He gets impatient when he’s already in pain. He’s still got fifteen minutes until the meeting is set to begin, and the chances of him slapping Mr. Smith-Harguson so hard that the man’s toupee flies off are rising exponentially by the second. Yeah, that settles it. He needs an excuse to get out of here, and he needs it fast. - for the prompt 'jason todd, lover of fake kidnappings, meets tim drake, lover of chaos', but it... got out of hand. happy pride

Momo's Notes: There are no words for how much I love Batfamily shenanigans and Tim and Jason are always the perfect combo for said chaotic shenanigans! Basically Tim and Jason's version of brotherly bonding is to stage fake kidnappings to get Tim out of whatever soul-sucking responsibility he desperately wants to escape from today starting with a board meeting on a day the chronic pain is especially horrific. This fic also has queer and trans batfam which makes it just chef's kiss

Little Red and the Big Bad Hood by CrzyFun

Summary:

Olivia Draper had been a good idea at first. She could pass for older than Tim could pull off while masculine and women really could get into places easier if they had a pretty face. With makeup and some stylish-yet-inexpensive clothes, Olivia could pull off most undercover ops. She was Tim’s Matches Malone. Then Hood had shown up on the scene. When Jason met Olivia, he hadn't intended to pull a Bruce and take the scrappy teen informant under his wing. She just kept showing up where he was doing business. He had no other choice than to keep an eye on her. And kit her out with armor so she wouldn't accidentally get shot. And make sure she was being treated fairly by her mysterious boss. And, okay, maybe become her big brother.

Momo's Notes: I love a good fic with a genderfluid Tim Drake! This is an au where Tim decided his main alternate ID to gather info would be Olivia Draper rather than Alvin. Cue Red Hood getting very annoyed at the obviously underaged girl sneaking into clubs full of dangerous gangsters. This one is a fun accidental enemy to caretaker with a chaotic and sassy Tim that knows he can get on Hood's every nerve with zero consequences with bonus outraged and annoyed Stephanie!

Last Laugh, First Steps by CloakedSparrow

Summary:

Running a large portion of the Gotham underground as a benevolent crime lord was harder than Jason thought it would be, but still well within the range of what he could handle. All in all, it wasn’t that different from being the type of vigilante Bruce had trained him to be become. He was feeling like he was doing a decent job as part of the Bat Family these days. The Wayne family, he wasn't so sure about. Until he receives an unexpected call from Dick while on patrol one night and the words he hears next change everything. Tim's hurt...the Joker's involved. B and Little D are out of town. Cass is here with me and it’ll take us too long t- “Where?” His death. His anger. His father. His role as a brother, as a son, as a grandson. Jason decides its time to take it all on. If he's going to help his little brother recover, then he's going to have to heal himself as well.

Momo's Notes: This is technically part 42 of a series kind of generically called "Collected Bat-Family Stories" that are actually all set in the same AU. Last Laugh is an amazing entry in the series that can be read as a stand alone fic but I'd honestly recommend going into the series page and starting from the beginning. There are fics in there that aren't Tim or Jason-centric but it's all part of one narrative and Tim and Jason are really the main characters of the whole series and it's so fun to watch their brotherhood grow and deepen. If you're a fan of Wayne Family Adventures I think you'll love this one since the characterizations are very similar imho (aside from Damian but he's slowly growing as a person over the story and will eventually get there).

middle children must unionize by Poteto

Summary: Jason realizes no one is taking care of Tim - not even Tim himself. He decides to do something about it.

Momo's Notes: Jason doesn't like how things went down between Tim and Dick when their big brother gave Robin to Damian and decides if no one else is gonna take care of the 16 year old like the kid he is and not the adult they expect him to be then he'll just have to step up and do it himself.

Playlists:

#Fic Fairy Friday #tim drake #jason todd #red hood #red robin dc #batfamily #robin dc #batfam #batbros #batsiblings #fic recs #Spotify #ficfairyfriday #fic fairy friday

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soft-pine · 4 months ago

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spn20rewatch: 2.20 what is and what should never be

this has got to be in my top ten episodes of all time! there is so much i love about it! it has my favorite favorite scene and then my other FAVORITE FAVORITE SCENE!!!

but before we get there it has some wonderful dean character moments.

dean's confused, withdrawn, performative kiss with carmen!

this whole scene watching his face go from performance to confusion and worry and back and forth! he is so funny and i love him so much!

but this is also a cruel foreshadowing that the next two kisses dean has are him specifically sacrificing himself and his body as a means to an end.

but we're not there yet so let's just bask in THIS!

DEAN: Well, who'd'a thought, baby. We're civilians.

or THIIISSSSS!!!

DEAN Dad's dead? And the thing that killed him was a... MARY A stroke. He died in his sleep. You know that. DEAN That's great.

or the way dean is so fucking happy to see jess and it's heartbreakingly sweet!

there is also so much that can be said about how even in dean's "dream world," he's the family fuck-up. he's never really thought much about his own future or himself but the best thing he can picture is his family (or most of them, HA!) alive and happy and safe. and i think there's a component of this where he has to remove himself (and John) in order to imagine it being possible. gutting honestly.

season two opens with dean yelling at john (though john can't hear him) and ends with dean crying at john's grave. i'm interested in the shared threads between these two iterations.

2.01

DEAN: I've done everything you have ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had.

2.20

DEAN: Course I know what you'd say. Well, not the you that played softball but... "So go hunt the Djinn. He put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right?" But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero?

the speech in 2.20 is actually one of the very best explanations i feel we ever get for dean's relationship with john. because the issue is not only that john forced dean into hunting, it's that hunting saves people. like dean can rail against john and against his childhood that was stolen and against his future that will be stolen and against all the cruelty and harshness and ways he was parentified and it was subtly reinforced that his life literally mattered less than sam's or than strangers. but hunting does save people, goddammit and dean both cares so deeply about that on his own that many of these sacrifices would be freely chosen and he cannot fully hate or distance himself from his father because so much of what john did was actually just straightforwardly good.

abuse is messy. i think john winchester's characterization is perfect, actually.

dean can much more easily put to rest a father who played softball than a father who "got a bum rap around every turn. But you know what? He kept going. And in the end, he did a hell of a lot more good than he did bad." (8.12)

like dean has to remove himself and john from their family's lives to picture their family getting a happy life. but for it to feel easy, he also has to make this father one who just worked at a body shop (i'm extrapolating) and played softball.

so yes, okay this episode is a nonstop thrill ride of beautiful, cute, wonderful dean moments and utter heartbreak. so of course, the next thing i have to say is THAT THIS SCENE IS SO FUCKING CUTE!!!!! i can't stand it! (rip to the "I know how it sounds" that i didn't squeeze in because it was too long. because that line just kills me !!!!!)

but look look look!!!! he's so smooth and cunty AHHH

so it follows that what comes next is heartbreak. dean wants a future where mary is alive, where jess is alive, where sam is happy and safe and in college and alive. and it's not real and he can't have it and it will kill him but he wants to stay. so he stabs himself in the heart.

and in the next episode sam dies anyway.

... well here we are, this is already so long and i haven't even talked about my actual favorite scene. which also, i think, happens to be my favorite scene in all of supernatural....

Dean realizing one of the other of the djinn's victims is still alive and catching her as sam cuts her free.

DEAN: I gotcha. I gotcha. We're gonna get you out of here, OK? I gotcha. I got you.

the way the fact that he's in pain and weak and drained is layered throughout the desperate care in his voice here.... besties i don't have words...

all hail 2.20

#spn20rewatch #2.20 #2x20 #what is and what should never be #dean and john #the sheep in the thicket #dean studies

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xxl4vend3rxx · 8 months ago

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Keen observation: Giyū is a hypocrite:

Let me explain:

I have a headcannon // Oneshot for this that I will link HERE when it is finished x.

Alright, to prove this point I am going to focus on two specific points (With Anime episodes and Manga chapters listed)

Okay: the first point to be made is with when Tanjiro is trying to convince Giyú to come and train the other demon slayers, and Giyú is doing all he can to avoid and // or ignore poor sweet Tanjiro.

Exhibits A // B // C:

"Giyú sannnnn!!" // "Mr. Giyuuu!!"

Throughout Season five, Episode two "Water Hashira Giyú Tomioka's Pain" (Covering from chapter 130 of the Manga), we get to see Tanjiro's sheer determination to convince the stoic hashira to join in training the younger // lower ranking corps members - to which Giyú consistently either flat out refuses him, or ignores him - leading to a rather hilarious sequence of events that last over a few days.

And at one point we get to see things from Giyú's perspective - and what he says made me get thinking: HMM THIS SEEMS AWFULLY FAMILIAR - OH YEAH THAT'S BECUASE IT IS.

(Thoughts) Is he going to… keep this up for the rest of my life?

(Thoughts) If I talk to him, will he stop stalking me?

AND THAT LEADS ME INTO POINT B. Throughout Season five Episode 7, "Stone Hashira Gyomei Himejima" - We find Giyú and Sanemi in the midst of a heated spar - only for Tanjiro to intervene because he thinks that they are actually fighting each other.

He then proceeds to talk about Sanemi's enjoyment of Ohagi (For reference Ohagi is a Japanese sweet that is made of glutenous rice flour and red bean paste // it is also sometimes called red bean mochi and is like an inside out Daifuku) - And Giyú displays interest in this, notable by the remark he passes to the other Hashira

"You like Ohagi?"

(Also how refreshing was it to see Giyú actually trying to make friends?? Like AHHHH he's trying so hard and WHO DOES THAT SOUND LIKE?? - TANJIRO.)

Giyú then goes on to tell Tanjiro his silly little plan; the next time he sees Sanemi - he's going to hide some Ohagi up his sleeve to give to him. Now see, that sounds really cute and all, but imagine this from Sanemi's perspective.

He's clearly embarrassed by Tanjiro talking about his liking of Ohagi - based off his reaction to Tanjiro bringing it up. He shouted, and then stormed off.

Now picture the person who he hates on a level nearly par with demons (Someone who is always painfully quiet and uninterested in him) suddenly acting all smiley and enthusiastic, brandishing Ohagi from... up his sleeve? I don't know about you, but that would seem quite odd to me, condescending even.

Personally, I headcannon that Giyú went full Tanjiro in his pursuit to give Sanemi some Ohagi and become friends with him, but a more so silent approach. Like he'd still be overbearing, but with that little smile of his accompanied by an empty stare and total silence.

It'd creep the hell out of Sanemi and probably make him feel a little insecure, almost embarrassed of himself if Giyuu was going to this length in (what he thinks is) teasing him.

Another instance of miscommunication for them. Sanemi would probably start thinking like Giyú had-

"Is he going to keep this up forever!?"

"Goddammit, if I entertain this will he leave me alone?!"

(Just look at his silly face // he is both pure of heart and dumb of ass)

but I think Sanemi's face was bound to look less like that ^^^ and more like this: vvv

AND THERE IS MY LITTLE ESSAY ON WHY GIYU IS A HYPOCRITE - WHETHER HE KNOWS IT OR NOT.

And an abridged one below:

( I think he would have eventually taken a piece of Ohagi from him, and that it would have made Giyú insanely happy - but Sanemi takes that as him being sarcastic - causing more friction on his side, whereas Giyú thinks they are making progress, making him do it again.

I think this kerfuffle would have only been cleared up after the final battle, to which Sanemi feels a little worse for being so cold to Giyú - but is immediately forgiven and gifted with a bunch of Ohagi, as Giyú grew quite skilled at making it after so many practice runs. )

THEY'RE SO SILLY I LOVE THEM

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lostintransist · 16 days ago

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The Real Problem With The Trolley

Coffee Shop Meet Cute | Part 7

Part 1 here. AO3

When stepping out of your room landed whistles in your ear you knew the sundress had been the wrong choice.

“Damn!” Your roommate Kenna dragged the word out as she swirled a finger asking you to spin.

You do. It doesn’t help your nerves settle.

“Where are you going all dressed like that?”

‘Like that’ happened to be an off-the-shoulder sundress you had bought last year on clearance and hadn’t had enough confidence to wear; something about London Garrick told you that pushing your comfort boundaries would be appreciated, if not expected.

Kenna’s brows rose with each shift and expression that crossed your face.

“I got invited, railroaded? No, invited,” you correct yourself, “to family dinner with Kyle. I met his mum yesterday when dropping off the extra lemon bars I made for Serena’s baby shower.”

You head to the shoe rack, bending over to find the shoes you want for this outfit. Glancing at Kenna as you straighten is a mistake. As Kenna sat firmly in the “Kyle likes you more than a friend” camp her brows lifted and her lips quirked at this information. She took this as proof of her claim.

“So what you’re saying is that his mom met you and liked you so much she invited you to family dinner the next day? And you still think he doesn’t like you?” Her tone held frustrated disbelief.

“I don’t have time to talk about this, Kenna. Kyle will be here in,” you glance at the text again, “Two minutes.”

“What would it take for you to believe what everyone else can see, girl?” Kenna threw up her hands in exasperation. “He is driving across the city to pick you up for god’s sake!”

“I don’t know! Okay! I have no idea what it would take for me to believe him.” You can’t help but snap. Glaring at your shoes as you put them on, one hand pressed against the door you teeter on the precipice of uncertainty.

“Isn’t trusting him enough?” Kenna asked gently.

The lip quiver starts without you. Goddammit. Why couldn’t trusting him be enough?

“Trust has never saved me from hurt before.”

Keeping his teeth together did not stop Kyle from drooling on the drive to his mum’s house. You wore a dress. Not even just a dress, you wore a sundress. The kind that hugged your shape and left your shoulders bare. God the list of crimes he wouldn’t commit to press his mouth to you was shorter than the ones he would. Much shorter.

You smiled at him when you opened the door. Kenna, your roommate had caught his gulp as you turned back to grab your purse. The two of them had shared a commiserating glance. Seemed everyone in his and your life knew he was in love with you, except you.

When the streets turned narrower and the shops became small walled gardens you knew you had to be getting close. Sliding your foot out of your shoe you rock back and forth on your toes.

“I can see you fidgeting. You’ll be fine, they are going to love you.” Kyle didn’t even turn his head to call you out.

Glaring at him with a pent-up breath you stuck out your tongue.

“I’m allowed to be nervous, okay?”

He lifts a brow as he slows down to turn into a set-back driveway.

“And I’m allowed to call you out on it.” He matches your sassy tone as he parrots, “Okay?”

Rolling your eyes, you slide your shoe back into place. Kyle shifts the car into park as you reach for the door handle.

“Can you let me get the door, please? I will not hear the end of it from my uncles if I don’t.” The sincere, quite pained, look on his face is what let you stay seated while Kyle rounded his car and let you free.

“You can do that on the way out to keep them off your back but I hate waiting for things like that,” you muttered up to him as you climbed from the car.

Kyle gives you a droll look. He knows how much you hate waiting on “manly niceties”, he had gotten a full lecture on it once.

Settling your purse on your shoulder you follow him up the few stairs. The hum of voices reaches out to choke you even beyond the closed door. Fucking hell why did this scare you so much? You knew Kyle. You liked him. As a person, and as more.

“Wait,” your hand captured his squeezing the life out of his pointer and middle fingers.

Kyle curled his hand around your grip as much as he could.

“Into the fire,” he winked as he twisted the knob and dragged you into the chaos.

Children ran by screaming and several voices shouted at them to go outside. You would have followed except London stepped in direct line of the front door and caught sight of you and Kyle.

“You’re late, Kyle. David is already manning the grill, grab an apron and go help him before he sets something on fire again.” She turned her gaze on you as Kyle shifted at your side. London offered you a smile that resonated as genuine, “It is good to see you again, we are about to start moving all the food outside. Follow me?”

“Yes ma’am,” you nodded as your feet started forward.

The loss of Kyle’s fingers in yours lingers. Two steps is all you make it before you hear a commotion and an oof behind you. Turning back you find Kyle had been hit by the door, he glared down at a beautiful woman with beautiful dark brown skin and a blonde silk press.

“Watch where you are going, Patty,” Kyle rubbed his arm where the door must have connected.

“Get the fuck out of my way, Kylee,” she fired back with the viciousness you had only seen between siblings.

This must be Trisha. Kyle spoke of his mother and sister often enough that you felt you knew something about them.

A new voice called across the house, the slightest edge of panic.

“London? I need a bit of help, the grill caught fire again.”

The deep, slow breath that London sucked in through her nose as her hands found her hips lifted every hair on the back of your neck. Lungs still full and eyes shut London pointed to Kyle and then what you assumed would be the back of the house.

“Kyle, now.”

“Yes, mum.” Kyle squeezed your elbow on his way past.

London blew out the rest of her air now, muttering to herself.

“I thought a white man would know how to grill. How did I manage to find one who couldn’t?”

She does not look to you for answers but you reply anyway when her eyes turn to you.

“I think white greatness has been vastly overestimated personally.”

Trisha and London bust into laughter. Introductions were set in motion and then you were finally able to head into the kitchen and help set the food outside.

Every time you passed a new person they would grab your arm and ask if you were Kyle’s friend. A smile and a verbal confirmation were often enough to set you free again.

Kyle got a smile as you passed him, the only confirmation you could provide was that you were okay. He stood nearly a head taller than a man who watched the grill like at any moment it might turn on him and swallow him whole.

With the last of the dishes set out the thing you had managed to avoid so far, the attention of everyone all at once came to fruition.

“Girl, why are you wearing shorts under that skirt?” One of Kyle’s uncles called out across the backyard. You didn’t remember his name but replied in a way to make everyone who now looked at you laugh.

“Because I’m one of those lucky ones. If my thighs touch for too long while I’m walking I turn into a nuclear power plant with all the heat I’m giving off.”

The uncles chuckled while Kyle’s aunts and grandma nearly fell out of their damn chairs laughing. London called for everyone to dish up when they were ready when the laughter died down. The ebb and flow of the meal prevented you from being anywhere near Kyle. Thankfully Trisha secured a seat next to you and the two of you chatted like you had always been friends. Before the meal had ended she invited you to her divorce party, which sounded more like a club hop than a party, and you exchanged details.

During clean up Kyle managed to catch you as you carried in an empty serving dish to the kitchen.

“If you are ready to go we can duck out now,” his gaze scoured your face. He knew how nervous you were about this invite.

Before you could open your mouth one of his aunts appeared at the back door with several card games in her hands.

“Now I know you ain’t trying to leave before cards Kyle.”

His eyes slid shut in a frustrated breath as his nose scrunched.

“Course not Auntie.”

Tucking your lips between your teeth was the only way to keep a smile and a laugh tucked inside.

“Good,” Kyle’s aunt turned to you as she moved down the stairs. “You play spoons?”

“No ma’am, I’ve been banned after the last fist fight. But I would be happy to kick your ass at Uno.”

She, and everyone else who heard your challenge, laughed.

Glancing back to Kyle you found him with a look you couldn’t quite decipher. With a shrug, you stepped into the house to deposit your load of dishes in the kitchen for later.

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symp4nat · 1 year ago

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Unexpected Love

clarisse la rue x fem!reader

author's note/summary - enemies to lovers-ish

You heard a noise and you quickly whipped your head around. Camp Half-Blood was playing Capture the Flag today. You were on the blue team. Your eyes were met with Clarisse's harsh ones, as her spear was pointed directly at you. "Where’s your little friend?" She sneered.

You looked her up and down in disgust. "Marissa?" She nodded. For some reason, Clarisse had despised her for the past couple of months, although you didn't understand why.

"Why would I tell you," you questioned. "Why wouldn’t you?” Her face was smug as she lowered her head towards you, so you could see the glint of her spear.

You tilted your head. "And why do you wanna find her? What will you do?"

She scoffed. “To teach her that she can’t be here.” She spoke simply, as if it were common sense.

You laughed bitterly. "You seem jealous of her."

The air seemed to crackle with Clarisse’s annoyance at this point. She had not expected you to be so obstinate. "She's probably... I don't know," you exclaimed.

"Tell me where she is."

You exclaimed protectively, "No!"

She rolled her eyes. She hated that you held your ground like that. "Then I guess you don’t care what happens to you." She looked you straight in the eye and smirked, knowing full well that she could take you in a fight. "And you won’t say anything?"

"What, if I don't tell you, will you hurt me," you questioned.

She seemed to think over that for a moment. "I would be happy to hurt you," she spoke in a low voice. "But I won’t." She was known for her aggression and she wouldn’t mind showing you that side of her.

You clenched your jaw. "As if," you said as you stepped towards her.

Her eyebrows raised; Clarisse was intrigued. "You have guts."

"Yes I do."

"Good." She stepped forward, the spear still pointed at you. "Let’s see how brave you really are."

"Braver than you, coward. I'll stand up for my friends, unlike you," you said, as you stood your ground.

"Coward?" she smirked. "You have to be joking." She had never been called a coward before and though you were clearly trying to make her angry, she was starting to get worked up anyway. "What are you gonna do? Hit me?"

"What're you gonna do, kiss me," you retorted.

She looked like she had been slapped. Clarisse had not been expecting that response at all. She was speechless for a moment, until she laughed. “Touche.”

You clenched your jaw once more. "Drop the spear."

She laughed. Your audacity surprised her and her smirk widened. "Oh, I’ll gladly drop it," she paused, "right into your chest."

"Or you'll lose dessert privileges."

"Dessert privileges?!" She couldn’t help but laugh some more, though she held her ground. "You know, there’s much better ways for a girl like you to get me on your side than dessert privileges."

"Oh yeah? How?"

Her eyes narrowed. "You don't want me to say, do you, mamas?" She grinned and stepped closer to you. "Or I could just tell you in private."

Your breath hitched as she touched your face. But you refused to budge.

She seemed almost amused that you were still standing your ground. She looked into your eyes and smirked, making her lips just brush against yours.

A gentle groan left your lips as her lips brushed yours. "Or... I could just show you..."

"Fuckin' hell, just kiss me, goddammit," you huffed.

Her lips met yours, her hand curling around the back of your neck. Her breath was hot and her lips were soft, but they were firm as she kissed you harder. After pulling back, she looked at you in disbelief. She had expected you to push her away, but you had kissed her back. It had sent a jolt of excitement through her that had taken her over.

Your response shocked her, and her breath was quick and shallow. She was surprised by how much... she liked you.

It was unexpected.

#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #percy jackson tv #percy jackon and the olympians #riordanverse #percy jackson show #enemies to lovers

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shroomygumi · 3 months ago

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The Silent Type

Ghost x Reader possible tw: scars, self hate »»——⍟——««

Ghost doesn't know you. But he knows who you are.

A shadow lingering in the back of the team. A faint whisper lost in the chorus of other, much more powerful voices. A face without a name, a real name, not the one the others have adopted for you.

He knows you're here, even though he'd wager the crowded bar is a place you'd normally want to avoid. It's not that hard to notice. The way you murmur a few words to Price, before hastily retreating to the sidelines, as far away from the rowdy group as possible.

An itch in his throat, and growing headache caused by a certain Scot's endless babbling, pushes him out to grab a smoke. He finds you outside, and he's not even surprised you'd sought refuge in the quiet of the night.

"Got a lighter?" he grunts, rummaging through his pockets for a pack of cigarettes.

Ghost knows who you are, but he doesn't know you. He understands the value of privacy and is willing to respect it.

But what is the reason you always choose to stand alone?

You quietly hand him a lighter, your fingers softly grazing his. You look out at the road silently, before lifting your gaze up to the stars.

Ghost takes the lighter with a brief nod and holds your gaze for a moment. You look a little tired. Exhausted is the word he'd actually use. A beat of companionable silence passes between the two of you, as he lights up a cigarette. He follows your gaze, taking a small drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke drift into the air. "Beautiful night," he murmurs.

"Yeah, it is," you nod and take the lighter back, and shift back on the bench where you sit. You fidget with the lighter, flicking it on and off, open and closed. You pause to run you thumb along the floral engravings on the side.

There's a soft exhale of smoke, as he watches you. He takes another drag, the only sound being the flicker of your lighter. His eyes flick between your hands and your face, taking in the tired expression that masks the turmoil. He's not one to pry—he wouldn't want anyone else to pry in his life, either. But he notes the way you toy with the lighter. The engraved designs on the object. An object you keep in your hand, no matter what.

A comforting item.

Like a security blanket. He's observant, this man. His eyes miss nothing, the cogs and wheels in his mind always turning, always working, even when his body is at rest. Ghost's never been able to switch off his brain—it just never ends. He glances up at the stars above them, the silence hanging between them. There's a question at the tip of his tongue, but he holds it back. He's not one to ask personal questions. "Goddammit.." you mutter, resting your head in your hands, elbows on your knees. Ghost raises an eyebrow at your muttered curse. If anything, it only piques his curiosity further. He's noticed, the way your fingers grip the lighter. How you run your thumb across the engravings, a gesture so simple but so telling. It's a small piece of comfort to you, in a world that's been too cruel. He's torn between minding his own business and indulging in his curiosity in wanting to know more about you. And when did he even start to care? He blows out a cloud of smoke from his lips as he continues to silently study you. The way your shoulders droop, the way your head is cradled in your hands. You're tired, he knows. "Beyond physically," he thinks. He hesitates before asking. Ghost's never been good with words—he's more of a man of action, after all. But for some reason, right now, he has a need to ask. "You alright, y/n?" He asks, his voice low.

You shake your head. "Bloody hell, what am I even doing here? The military? A sergeant? Seriously? After today's.. awful mission, I can't help but wonder if I'm really cut out for this. There were so many casualties. So many innocents I was unable to protect from enemy fire", you think to yourself.

He's not very surprised by you shaking your head.

There's a flicker of understanding in his eyes, but he keeps his face stoic as he takes another drag of his cigarette. The mission was a mess, he won't disagree. But there were too many uncontrolled elements at play, and too many enemies. You were outnumbered, overpowered.

As much as he hates causalities, especially of innocent civilians. There's only so much they could've done.

"We did the best we could." He says quietly. There's a firmness to his voice.

"I guess so.." you sigh. He's right. You just can't seem to accept it. You sit up, glance at him, and pull at your half-mask that covers your nose and mouth. You're used to it, but sometimes you feel like its suffocating you. You wonder for a split why you wear the mask, but then remember. You hate letting people see your scarred face. Your lip is permanently ripped, a jagged tear going up the right side of your jaw. There's a scar over your left eye, which is steadily going blind. Thankfully though, it was never your dominant eye. He watches your hands tug the cloth over your face, hiding the scars that mar your skin. He knows precisely why you prefer to hide the scars—he's well aware of how some people are when it comes to things that aren't quite the norm. But he's not like that. Scars to him are a proof of strength—proof of perseverance, of resilience. Proof that you've lived and survived. That you're still here, no matter what you've been through. You set your gaze on the sky again and lift a hand absentmindedly to your cheek, pressing into the mask and your jaw. You feel the fabric touch your exposed teeth and huff.

While you're lucky to have survived the incident from a few years ago, sometimes you feel you would have rather not. The tear in your flesh.. the permanent hole in the side of your face revealing the bones that were supposed to be concealed by your cheek..

"I can never really be in public without my mask because of it. I scare people. I look like a monster. And it hurts," you consider saying, but hold it in. Ghost may have interacted with you, but that doesn't mean he really wants to know what you're thinking, does it?

He doesn't need to know your thoughts to know the pain in your eyes. The anguish. The self-hatred etched in your features.

He's seen it, the look in your eyes—it's the look he sees in his own eyes on countless occasions, when he stands in front of the mirror. Ghost takes another drag of his cigarette, not tearing his gaze from you. You stand. "Tell the captain I'm heading back to base, will you?" you ask him, glancing back at him as you tighten your jacket around yourself.

He looks at you, his blue eyes dark in the shadows, before giving a slight nod.

"Sure. I'll tell Price." He looks away as he raises the cigarette to his lips for another drag. "You'll be alright?" He's not much of a man of words, but his voice lacks the usual hardness.

"As alright as I can be," you say with a half-hearted laugh.

The response makes the corner of Ghost's lips twitch into a nearly imperceptible frown, the only physical sign betraying his otherwise stoic face. He gives another nod as he drops the cigarette, crushing it under the heel of his boot. "Watch your six." He says simply, his voice low and firm. It's not a question, his words are an order.

"Copy that, Lieutenant," you reply with a small, but surprisingly genuine, smile. You walk off towards the parking lot and climb into your car to leave.

His eyes follow your form as you walk away, until you're swallowed by the darkness of the night. He stands in the darkness for a while longer, the quiet of the night hanging around him, as his gaze flicks back up to the sky.

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year ago

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Your Mark On Me, Part 9

Summary: you're losing your grip

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, pinching, oral sex (F and M receiving), face riding, pussy job, creampie (?), mentions of forced tattoo, mentions of branding, D/s dynamics, teasing, exhibition, spanking, pearl play, dry humping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.8K

Series Masterlist

*Chris tattoo edit by @nixakimbo

*Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

You give a small moan as the most beautiful sight plays in your subconscious mind. Moaning out loud. Your dream Steve was being so soft, and you hadn’t realized it was something you craved. His lips kissing over your body, and you hate how hard and long holding out on him was going to be. Whimpering out his name, and hoping you never had to wake up.

His touch becomes more harsh, “Steve,” you whine, wishing he would go back to his softer smoother motions. It was too early, and you didn’t want that kind touch.

“Steve! Ow!” Screaming out loud. You wake up to him pinching both your nipples in a vice grip. “What the hell?” You scream as you sit up in bed. Smacking at both his hands until he removes them from your throbbing tits. “That hurt!”

“Unless you let me fuck you, you cannot be making all that fucking noise in your goddamn sleep! Fuck, Dovey. I’m fucking hard again. Can you not suck my cock?”

“No! You,” you look down at your chest, and rub on your bruising tits. “You pinched me!”

“And your naked ass was rubbing on my cock, while you were making those fucking noises. Dove, I can’t stand this. Let me fuck you!”

“No.”

“Please. Dovey, baby, please let your Captain fuck you.”

“Do I have your heart?” You ask, cocking up your eyebrow. Steve’s face tenses up, and you can’t help but smirk. He was avoiding answering. “Then no,” you turn away from him, and lay back down. You are going to go back to sleep, and enjoy the softer him.

“Fucking hell, Dovey. This isn’t even fair!”

“You branded my neck without my consent. Now you can wait on my cunt with my consent,” Steve growls, jumping out of the bed, and starts stomping to the bathroom. “Where are you going?”

“To fuck my fist again!”

“Steve!”

“No!” He spins on his heels, pointing at you. “Don’t you dare use your whiney voice. I can’t stand this. I can’t function properly. Because your fine ass sleeps in the bed every fucking night naked. And then I wake up to you doing that thing with your ass on me, and making those fucking noises, and it isn’t fair. Fine, I branded you, so brand me.”

You stare at him, your eyes unblinking, but shake your head no. “Fuck yes. Brand me, and then you’ll get over this bullshit.”

“You think this is the only thing I’m pissed off about?”

“Well, goddammit, Dove, you sure the fuck like to bring it up all the fucking time!”

“You didn’t give me a fucking choice, Steven. You held me down while I begged you not to do it. So…”

“I’ll let you do it,” wrapping your arms around you, your eyes start to well up with tears. He didn’t get it. “Yes, baby, I’ll let you choose the method, and what you want. I know I’m tattooed pretty much everywhere, but — fuck,” he whispers, moving closer to you, and wrapping you in a tight embrace.

“Dovey, baby, please. I want us to move past this. Just tell me what it is I need to do, and I will do it.”

“You will do anything just to fuck me though.”

“I’ll do anything to make you mine. Whatever you want,” he is damn near pouting like a child. Begging for anything that would make you give up the one thing that was keeping you in control.

“I want you to give me your…”

“I can’t, so don’t ask me. I want to protect you. I want for you to be my queen, but you won’t let me,” sniffling, you lean back, and stare into his crystal blue eyes. You heard him, but aren’t sure if you believe him.

“But you keep me here in this cabin, or at school.”

Gulping, Steve nods his head. His hands, caress your back, and you finally slow down enough to feel his massive and hard cock, pressing into your stomach. “It’s done. Whatever. And I still want you to brand me.”

“Steve?” He hums, acknowledging you, and a sinful smile pulls up your mouth. “I want to try something.”

“Whatever you want, Dovey.”

“Take off your underwear and lay on the bed,” his tongue swipes over his lips before he brings his bottom lip into his mouth. Biting on the puffy pillow, “Please? Or we could watch each other get off.”

“As hot as that sounds, I am curious what you have in mind,” his arms drop from around your body, and he steps back. Letting your eyes wander over his chiseled and decorated body before he pulls down his boxers. His angry cock bounces up, and you stare at the beads of precum leaking down his member. Coating his piercing, and you sigh knowing that cock is yours.

“Hey, Clarence,” you giggle, nodding to the bed.

“I really hate the name you gave him.”

“Clarence is my friend. Aren’t you buddy?”

“Until Clarence destroys you for other men,” like you are ever going to know. If Steve has it his way he is going to murder anyone that so much as looks at you like they want to fuck you. If he could read minds, he’d kill any man that dared to have an illicit thought about you.

“Steve, get on the damn bed,” rolling his eyes, he clamors onto the mattress, stretching his arms over his head as he watches your naked body. “I saw this on a video once.”

“Porn is not real sex, Dovey.”

“And we’re not having sex. Shut up, and lay there,” you crawl onto the bed with him, and look down at his monstrous dick. You still aren’t sure where the hell he was going to fit that. “You can look, but not touch right now, okay?”

“You’re killing me.”

“Okay?”

“Fine,” Slinging your leg over his body, you start kissing up his dick. Giving him a clear view of your glistening folds before flattening your tongue, and licking up the thick vein. “Fuck me,” he groans when you flick your tongue over his slit. Moaning at his salty flavor.

“Yeah, like that, baby,” it is almost a whine as you suck over his spongy tip. “Take it all,” you respond by wiggling your ass, and he wants to foam at the mouth. “Can I spread you apart?”

“What?” Lifting off him, you peek around your ass. He is staring at your cunt like a kid in a candy store. Ready to devour every bit of your honey.

“I won’t touch, I just want to stare at the face of God just a bit better.”

“Don’t put your finger inside of me, and I’ll let you spread me open, Captain. But I’m also just getting started.”

“Fine. Ahh!” He yelps when you wrap a hand around the base of his cock, and slap Clarence over your lips. His thick mitts grab each globe of your ass, and split you open. Letting his fingers drift lower, and he pulls apart your pussy lips. Moaning when you clench around nothing. Your arousal is getting so sticky and sweet, and all he wants is a little taste. Just a tiny bit, but he wants to know all you have planned.

Your little bean needs to be flicked, and your tight hole needs to be filled, but the way you are sucking on his dick was enough for him to come undone. “Don’t come unless I tell you, too,” you tease, looking back at him. Waiting on him to look at your sly little grin before swallowing him whole.

“You’re such a brat,” if he wanted to see a brat, you would show him one. Quickly you sit up, and drop yourself right onto his face. Grinding over his mouth, and let him slurp up your juices. Your hands press down into the mattress as you ride his face. My goodness, he is good. You could come right now. Letting his lips circle around your clit as he sucks on the pearl.

You’re gonna come. But you won’t let him enjoy cleaning up your honey. “Yeah. Captain!” He loves hearing your sweet voice call him that. His cock is throbbing at getting you off. Bringing up your hands to your tits, you give your nipples some stimulation as you let Steve work you over.

“So good, Captain. Right there. Yeah. Fuck yeah,” he swats at your ass, and you moan even louder. “Fuck, Captain,” another slap. “So fucking good! Ahh!” Screaming at your release as Steve smacks you again, you lean back down, and bob a few times on his cock.

“Oh, come on!” He shouts, having to stare up your petals soaked in your cream. Your sticky slick coats your thighs, and you need to be properly cleaned, “Dovey!”

“Enjoy looking at your brat, Captain,” he licks your remaining slick on his lips. Mesmerized at how pretty your pussy looks. Knowing how much better it will look, gaping, swollen, and coated in his cum. The messier your cunt looked the better. He was going to have to get a camera to record him destroying you. Owning you. Filling you up with his essence.

“Okay,” you chirp, sitting up, you turn to look at him.

“Now, that’s a bunch of horse shit. You better fucking finish the job. If you come, I better come.”

“I’m still not finished, Captain,” you promise so sweetly as your other leg swings over him. “I want Clarence to feel me,” holding the base of his cock, you sink down until you feel the cool metal from his piercing at your entrance. Rubbing his tip through your folds, and tempted to just push it through your hole. Holding it right there.

“I’ll let you do it, but I wouldn’t advise letting gravity have its way with you. What’re you doing, baby? Is this what you saw in the — holy fuck,” he whines as you lay him flat, and you settle your weight over his length. Letting your pussy lips be on either side of his cock.

Steve sits up, looking down at his stomach. This isn’t at all what he had planned. Seeing you innocently biting at your lip as you start to move over him. Your drenched cunt rubbing over his length in the most delightful way. He would have never taken the time for this. It was always about getting it in, and getting his feel before he’d leave his cum on their chest, their face, whatever. Never inside of them.

But with you he wanted to see you dripping with him. Wanted to watch your face as he split you open for the first time. He needed to see every change to your face. Hear all your sounds of pain and discomfort turn into blinding pleasure. He needed to see and feel it all.

But this not only feels amazing, it looks even better. Your sweet whimpers while you use him to get off. Even the bounce of your tits as you start to pick up speed, “Can I touch you?” You answer by nodding your head quickly. His hands slid up your body before cupping your breasts. Kneading each one of them with the expertise that only he has.

“You look so gorgeous, little bird. You’re making your Captain feel so good,” you start panting at his words. He admitted he was yours. “Clarence loves the way your pussy feels. Fuck, I need this, Dove. Everyday until you give me what’s mine. You’re going to take me so well, too. This pussy was made for me. She’s going to be molded to your Captain. The perfect fit, Dovey.”

He smiles when your movements become erratic. He isn’t sure if it’s the gyrating of your hips or the praising, but he is loving this. “I knew you could be a good girl for me. I can’t wait to feel all of you, Dovey. You’re all mine, and my body is all yours. Have you stretched so tight around me, and I’ll kiss away every tear that spills from your pretty eyes. There ya go, Dove. Right there, baby. You’re doing the best job for your Captain. Oh fuck, baby!”

He pinches and rolls your nipples as your legs start trembling. “There’s my girl. Look at how pretty you look when you’re coming. Go on, Dove. Ride it out. Ride out your high, darling,” he can feel your juices soak his pelvis, and while he was close, he was going to let you come down from this high.

“Thatta, girl,” removing his hands, he grabs both of your ass cheeks in his hands, and twists you around. Hovering his body over yours, his thick fingers brush back your baby hairs as he waits on your eyes to open back up. “How was that?”

“You didn’t — Capt…oh,” your voice sinks away when his hips thrust himself through your lips. It isn’t sex, and in a way, it is much more intimate. Steve looks over your face, and just how utterly spent you are becoming. Squeaking, and trying to mutter out his nickname.

“Shh, enjoy the ride,” he whispers before starting to nip at your neck. Giving the sensitive column open mouth kisses as you cling to his back. His whole weight was on top of you, and you wanted more. If you could speak, you’d tell him to have it right now. To go ahead and sink into you for real, but you couldn’t.

His pelvis drives through your folds quicker, the ball of his piercing rubbing over your clit, and causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head. You keep your legs good and spread to accommodate the thick body of Steve. A limp noodle. That’s what you were. Lifeless, but full of the most blinding pleasure.

“Dovey, I’m about to come, where do you want it?”

“Like…like that first time.”

“You want me to try to get some in you?” Vigorously you nod your head, and he hates he had to ask you. He wants his seed so deep inside of you that it makes him crazy. Sitting up, he chokes his cock a few times, before pressing the tip right at your entrance, and you simper as his warmth coats your pussy.

“Did some of it get in me?” Chuckling, Steve leans back on his heels, and spreads you out. “Yes, Dovey. Some of it got in there. I’d finger it in you, but I don’t want you to get pregnant like this.”

“Steve, I have an IUD,” he growls, his jaw pulsing. “What is it?”

“We gotta have that removed.”

“But…I don’t want to get pregnant right away. I want you to have me dicked down so hard I can’t walk. And I just don’t want to worry about that. Steve, I did this for us.”

“Fine. A few months, but then I want it removed. Because I will fuck you so hard and deep that your belly starts to swell with me. Fuck,” he grits his teeth, getting out of the bed. He doesn’t say another word as he walks into the bathroom. Returning with a warm washcloth he cleans you up. Finishing, he leans forward and peppers the sweetest kisses over your core. Letting a kiss linger as his eyes drift up to you, and he stands up swiftly.

“I need a cigarette. Go back to bed. I’ll be back in just a minute,” his voice is short, and almost angry? Puzzled?

“Okay,” you look at him a bit confused, but crawl under the covers, and hold them tight around your body. He was acting funny, and you aren’t sure why.

Steve stands just outside the front door. Keeping it wide open as he stares into the cabin. Taking long drawls of the stick. He knows he’s starting to lose his mind. First offering to let you brand him, and now this. He wouldn’t lose his touch, but he also wasn’t going to lose you. Yeah. He wanted you pregnant to keep you. It’s all it was. And that is a secret he would keep to himself.

“Hey,” you are thankful that there was a break from classes, and you could lounge around all day. But the random visits from Natasha were annoying. “Ahem,” she clears her throat, and you grunt in response. You want to be left alone.

“I hope your tits are covered, I’m coming in there.”

“Ahh,” you bring the covers up around your chest, jolting up in bed. “What are you doing?”

“I did warn you,” she pulls open your curtains, and you notice a box in her hands that she tosses on the bed. “There. It’s for you to wear. Steve will be here at five. You need a shower. Change the fucking sheets on the bed, and get used to people looking at your body. Steve loves showing off what he has that no one can touch. You could take a bath and get good and relaxed. Isn’t there some oils in there? Make yourself look nice.”

“What is going on?” Asking as you timidly pull the box towards you.

“Aww, your tattoo has healed nicely. I heard about it. You really let him do that?”

“I didn’t have a choice,” reaching into the box, you pull out a slinky dress. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I’m going to tell your lover boy you said that,” she gives you a quick wink. Was everyone aware that Steve didn’t like you using profanity? Everyone single one of them were probably watching and listening, just to tell him, “You’re going on a date. He’ll be here at five. Don’t be late.”

“I don’t have any shoes for this dress.”

Natasha takes a calculated step towards you before cupping your cheek. Her thumb traces the outline of your kiss bruised lips, and she smiles sweetly at you. “Honey, you belong to Steve Rogers. He’ll bring everything else that you’ll need for the date. He sure is breaking you in nicely. Have you let him fucked you yet?”

“No. His cock scares me,” your voice is so weak as you put the dress back in the box. You’d get it out after your bath.

“Why?” Natasha tries to stifle her giggles, and you swat her hand off your face. Glaring up at her for mocking you, “Ooh, she’s feisty, but too scared to take little Stevie’s dick. You know it’ll fit.”

“Three fingers hurt.”

“And that veiny cock is going to sting. Surely three fingers eventually feel good? I bet you like a little bit of the pain, don’t you? Is it true he’s pierced?” Her perfectly arched brow moves up, and she grins at you once again.

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

“I’m talking about his — you sly dog. You won’t let him put it in your puss or your ass, but you’ll take it in your mouth. What gives?” Shrugging, because it was killing you to continue to deny him. And ultimately yourself. “Things stretch.”

“That sounds awful!”

“At first,” shocking you, she flops down on yours and Steve’s bed, grimacing as she looks at you. “Please, tell me the two of you just sleep here.”

“I’m naked,” of course you and Steve didn’t just sleep in here. You and him were discovering ways to pleasure yourselves and each other without penetration. It was beginning to suck.

“Shh. I don’t need to hear that. I’m going to give you some pointers because you and your baby bird talons have managed to do something to Steve. You want to fuck him, yeah?”

“Duh,” you cover your mouth, trying to stop yourself from giggling. “But it’s so big!”

“Don’t…stop. Keep your tits covered. The pussy stretches to accommodate large things. I mean babies come out of that hole,” gasping, you take that information in. “Oh, you’ll experience that as well. Steve is going to have his babies. But you’re freaking yourself out about it. Let it just happen. He’s not going to just shove himself in there. He’s going to, you know, play with you.”

“This is really awkward,” the way everyone is so open with your sex life, and your body is slightly embarrassing. Natasha is better than Bucky or Sam, but still. The principle of the matter is you need to get used to this.

“Use one of your toys, and…”

“I’m not allowed to have penetrating toys.”

Her mouth falls open as she looks at you. Reaching around you to your side of the bed, she pulls open the drawer, and starts laughing, “Not allowed? And you behave? I’d like for someone to tell me I couldn’t do something. What is this shit? What do you even do with them?”

You spend a lot of time swatting Natasha. Getting her out of your drawer, you close it. Turning to look at her with a glare, “But I’m not you. I don’t mind being told what to do, and also testing his boundaries. And, well…I do want Steve to be the first thing, ya know? Like that’s somehow romantic in our fucked up relationship. He’s the only person to ever be inside me,” Natasha tilts her head to the side, her eyes flit around your face as she studies you. “And only his fingers. And mine. And I like that. And I don’t know if what I’m doing is making him want to beg for me. I don’t want to be the one that breaks.”

“So you want him to break?” You can see the mischievousness in her grin as she looks towards the door. “Okay, I know what he’s bringing you when he picks you up. I’ve got the perfect idea!”

“Little bird!” Steve shouts the moment he walks in the door. You take a final look at yourself in the mirror before inhaling a deep breath. Starting to turn around when Steve’s reflection is behind you. “Dove,” his voice whispers as his eyes scan over your front and back. You almost have forgotten your given name in preference of his nickname.

“Wow,” stepping up behind you, his hands skim down your sides, before flowing over your stomach, and he pulls you into him. “What do you think of the dress?”

“It’s nice. But what do you think?”

“I think you look good enough to devour, but we should get to dinner.”

“Steve, I don’t have any shoes for this dress,” you turn around in his embrace, looking up at him through your lashes. There’s always little reminders of just how massive he is. The most broad shoulders you have ever seen. And those chiseled arms that are currently wrapping around you tightly, and make you feel secure. Not trapped.

“I know, darling. I brought you some shoes with me. And also,” you hate the loss of his arms and warmth around you, but he reaches in his back pocket to take out a jewelry box. “I know most women expect diamonds, and don’t worry, you’ll get your diamonds.”

Opening the box, you glance back up at him, and he gulps. Licking his lips slowly as he removes the piece of jewelry. You turn back around, letting him place the necklace around your neck, “Pearls represent purity. And one day I’ll have you dripping in diamonds.”

“The day I’m no longer pure?” You ask, looking at his eyes through the mirror as he finishes clasping the necklace. “The day you no longer want me?”

“Dovey, you’ll always be more pure than me. And the day I no longer want you is a day that doesn’t exist. If I die first, I will haunt you. You’ll always be mine.”

“And if I die first?” Steve takes a long inhale as his lips start running over the top of your back. Not even lifting fully off your skin as he presses his petal pink mouth over your supple skin, “What happens if I die first?”

“I’ll join you in the afterlife immediately after. I won’t live without you,” biting on your lip, Steve looks deep into your eyes in the mirror, “There is no me without you, Dovey. I will tear this world apart and burn it to ashes to save you. And that’s a promise. But for now, I think it’s time for dinner. C’mon. You need your shoes,” sliding his hand down to yours, he guides you into the living room where he picks up a new box.

Starting to reach towards the box, he beats you, and sinks down to his knees, “Give me your right foot. I’m here for balance, Dovey, use me,” you have to brace yourself as you hold your hand on him to keep yourself from falling. His calloused hands add each heel to your foot before he kisses up your leg.

The softest open mouth kisses, guiding his way up to the hemline of your dress, but it doesn’t stop his ascent. Kissing right over your front and then peppering kisses across your collarbone. Going further up to kiss your tattoo, “You wear my mark beautifully, Dovey. We really should go.”

You aren’t sure how long Steve is going to remain soft, or if he’s only trying to break you, so he can receive his ultimate prize, but it’s working. Every bit of it. You don’t even want to go to dinner, you want tonight to be the night. Because he’s worth it.

You take a bite of cheesecake off Steve’s fork. Smiling at him while you pull his hand under your dress, and higher up your thigh. Letting him feel just how heated your core was for him. Tonight was amazing. Not just romantic, but fun. He laughed. He kissed you in between courses.

His life is fascinating, and you love being a part of it. His pinky wiggles along your panties, and you bite of your lip, stopping a whimper from escaping. You lean your head over onto his shoulder as you let him feel just how ruined your panties are.

You mewl, and grab tighter to his arm. Enjoying this moment when a man clears his throat. “Looks like your getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar, Rogers.”

“Rumlow,” Steve grunts, leaning forward slightly in front of your body, and blocking you from this man. “Aren’t you usually in the slums of the city?”

“Funny, Rogers. So it is true?” Steve pulls himself out from under your dress, and grabs your hand, holding it tightly. Dinner was almost over, and now there is a man you had never met, and he is ruining the moment you were having. “You got you a little doll to dress up, huh?”

“Just some girl,” making a sign of irritation, Steve’s hand squeezes yours, and you shut up quickly. “I thought I told you not to come here.”

“Yeah, well, there’s not so nice of places to eat where you banished me to. The delicacies here are much nicer. Word on the street is there’s some nice rare and fresh pussy in your midst,” Rumlow chuckles when Steve’s hand drops yours, and he stands, twisting Rumlow around to have his face shoved up against the table.

He laughs as he looks up at you, “You’ll learn. He’ll just use you up like all his other whores,” Steve lifts his head up, and slams it back on the table. “Enough, Rogers!”

“Apologize to her!” He grunts, pounding his head again. “Apologize!”

“So she’s not some girl. You used to send your whores wherever you got the most money. Now look at you, holding one on a short leash, and all for your own. Going soft. Alright!” He shouts when Steve hits his head again. A dribble of blood starting to drip on the table.

A part of you wants to turn and leave and forget about this life. The other part is watching your man fight for your honor. “I’m sorry.”

“Thanks for ruining our fucking dinner, you fucking pig,” he slings his body over to another table and the patrons scream. His inked hand softens when he takes yours. “Let’s go home, Dovey.”

His voice is steady, but you hear the anger in it. Choosing to not make a comment this time. Knowing that he needs to work through his anger on the long drive to the cabin. Swallowing deeply as you try to hydrate your mouth. Tonight was perfect. And with one asshole it was ruined, and you hadn’t had a chance to initiate Natasha’s plan.

Driving quietly to the cabin, you watch Steve’s hands flex on the steering wheel, “Who was that?”

“A piece of shit.”

“I could tell,” Steve huffs, and drives a bit faster. “Who was it?”

“A former friend. He…he’s another dealer. Not quite as successful, and he sure likes to piss me off. This…I want you kept away from people like him. They think they know, and they have no idea. But — I should have known better. People can talk, but…”

“We don’t have to go on dates anymore,” grimacing, he turns to look at you. “Is it dangerous for me to be seen with you?”

“I put a fucking target on your neck.”

“I can finish school online. I don’t want to stay in the cabin alone and waiting on you, but I don’t have to be seen.”

“Why are you acting so calm about this?”

You shrug, turning your body to face him as your hand plants on his thigh, and rubs it soothingly. “Because I have to be the calm to your chaos.”

“You’re a fucking brat.”

“When I need to be,” Steve’s mouth turns up into a crooked grin as he pulls into the cabin. Starting to retreat, you had plans, and you would see them through. “I’m going to slip into something more comfortable, Captain,” his eyes darken as you jump out of the car. You make sure to add some extra sway into your hips as you make your way into your new home.

Steve stays in the car for a moment as he thinks about how stupid and reckless he’s been. Rumlow had heard something. Didn’t matter if it was about you specifically. He heard something, and that was enough to irritate the fuck out of him.

He’d put a target right on your neck, one that told people who you belonged to. And most would leave you alone. There were a select few that were stupid enough to try something, and that clearly hadn’t been on the front of his mind.

He’d keep you hidden if he had to. He’d keep you right beside him. Whatever it took because you now belonged to him, and he would murder the world if it meant keeping you safe.

He sighs, knowing it was going to be another night of him aching. You were folding. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. But you had proven to be just as stubborn as he was, and it made him giddy. Of course he’d want to keep someone that challenged him. And looked damn adorable in doing so.

Walking into the cabin, he tosses his keys to the side when he sees you standing in the doorway with your little lingerie on. Turning around, he locks the door and sets the alarm, “I’m not really in the mood, Dovey.”

“I know you’re not, Captain. I just thought we could relax a moment before bed,” he turns around, the blue of his eyes barely visible as he looks you up and down. Stopping on your mark before he looks at your bare neck.

“I need to get you a place to store your jewelry. Did you place it on the dresser?” You shake your head no as he walks towards the couch. Stopping with your answer, and you ease closer to him. Kneeling on the floor in front of him as you pout up at his tall stature. He cups your chin, tilting your face up more, so he can see you better.

His thumb traces your lips, and you part your mouth. The appendage slips past your pillowy pout, and you respond, closing your mouth around him. Sucking on his large thumb, and wishing it was his cock in your mouth., “On the counter in the bathroom?”

You shake your head no again, and his lip turns up into a snarl. Hoping you are right in your thinking on what he needs to do. “What the fuck, Dove? Where is it?”

“I must have lost it,” he growls, removing his thumb and plopping down on the couch, and laying his head back on the cushions. His hands pulses with his anger. Natasha told you he had taken the time to pick out the piece of jewelry himself. “Are you mad, Captain?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking pissed off. I got something for you to be nice, and you fucking lost it. It’s like you don’t even care. It’s…”

“You think I deserve a punishment?” His head picks up from the couch, and he glares at you. Trying to ignore your tits that are early popping out of your top. Or the way that the garter belt is digging into your soft skin. You were walking sin. A pure temptress that was nothing but a cocktease.

“I lost something that is precious to you. You’re angry, so why don’t you show me what happens to naughty girls?”

“You don’t know what you’re asking, Dovey,” the timbre of his voice is low and full of rasp as you tilt your head, and nod.

“I do. Don’t you remember what happened last time you punished me? The way my body responded to you? Don’t you want to try again?”

In one movement he has you laying across his lap, and his beefy hand smooths over your ass. Letting out a little whimper, you turn back to look up at him. “Did you really lose my gift I just gave you a few hours ago?”

“Yes, sir,” smack. “Mmm,” you moan, and Steve’s hand rubs over your stinging skin. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened,” slap on the other cheek. His eyes look more at your jiggling ass than your face.

“I am sorry, Captain. Ooh!” You mewl as he slaps each cheek back to back. “I’ve been such a bad,” smack, “Naughty,” smack, “little bird,” the hardest smack of all brings a line of tears to your eyes. “Captain, I didn’t mean it.”

“How is your ass feeling, Dovey?”

“It hurts.”

“How’s my pussy feeling, Dove?” You clear your throat, trying to lift yourself up for him to get a better view. “I can feel you throbbing on me. You sure are a little slut that needs to be devoured, huh? Shall I take a look at that pretty hole?” You shake your head no, biting at your lip. “I deserve to see the mess that I helped create. You’re burning a hole in my pants with how heated you are.”

His thick fingers start to pull down your lacey underwear, and he lets them stay on your thighs. With one hand on each cheek, he pulls you apart, and looks back up at your face, “Dovey, what are you trying to do?”

“Nothing, Captain.”

“What have we here?” You whimper as his hand reaches in between your thighs, giving the necklace a little tug. Wiggling around on his lap, you try not to make a peep as a few of the pearls pop out of your entrance.

“Who taught you about pearl play, hmm? I don’t like when things go in my pussy that aren’t me.”

“But it’s so small. Uhh,” you bite on your lip as he rubs a few of the pearls over your sensitive nub. “I didn’t…”

“It was Natasha, wasn’t it? She taught you how to be a naughty little slut. Are you ready to submit to me?”

“Do I have your heart?” Steve flattens the strand of pearls above your clit, and pushes and pulls it over your own pearl. “Do I, Steve?”

“Is my loyalty not enough?”

“Is that all I’m worth?”

“You’re more than the world could ever offer.”

“Then say…mmm…say it!” Your voice cracks as pleasure courses through your veins. “I need you to say that I own your heart!”

“You own me,” he pulls a few of the pearls out of your twat, and stars interrupt your vision. “You own my whole being. My loyalty. My protection. My everything.”

You grab onto his legs tightly, gritting your teeth as your orgasm builds up. Nearly taking your breath away, but you weren’t going to give it to him. “I want your heart!” Steve pulls the necklace fully out of you, and starts slapping your swollen pussy lips with his flattened hand. “I need your heart, Steve!”

He doesn’t stop. Just continues to slap over the sensitive skin as your juices pool out of you. “Steve, give me your heart! Ahh! Please, that's all I want!” Turning your head to look at him, he gives you a regretful look, “Please!” You sigh as his hand flattens over your core. “Will you not give it to me?”

He shakes his head, letting his hands drop to his sides. Giving a little growl, you remove your belly from his lap. Standing up to remove your panties completely before turning to straddle him. Grabbing up his hand you place it over your chest. “It’s yours. All of it, and all of me is yours. Why can’t you do the same for me? Steve, you own me. I own you, so give me what I want! Please.”

“I have no heart to give you,” he whispers, pulling you to him by your chin. “I lost it a long time ago, but if I had one, it would be yours.”

“You just don’t want to tell me you love me.”

“You haven’t even told me,” he smirks, dropping his hands to your thighs, they run to your hips, and he starts grinding you over his lap. His cock presses into his slacks, and right onto your bare center. It’s a fear you’ve had. As amazing as he feels, you worry this is all he can give you. “Tell me.”

“You first,” Steve clears his throat, as he moves you faster over him. Moving his head closer to your chest before biting on your top, and pulling it down enough to free your tits. Giving your nipple a bite, he rolls the hardened bud in between his teeth. “We’re at a stand still. Will you love our children?”

“I’ll protect them and care for them.”

“That’s all you’re going to give us?”

“Honey, are you daydreaming about our family?”

“Don’t tease,” you give his arm a little swat before you force him to look at you. His hands not having to make you move anymore as your hips naturally search for that pleasuring friction. “I love you, Steven Rogers. And you can have me when I mark you. All of me. I want every woman to be envious that you’re owned. Every man to know that you come home to me every night. I want our children to look at their father and believe that he loves their mother enough to have her seared on his skin.”

“Done,” he moans, and you reach behind you, removing your bra. Letting yourself be almost completely bare and vulnerable for him. Leaning forward, you give him a hard bite on his neck. Right where you were going to mark him, and he grits his teeth. You don’t let up. You listen as his breathing picks up. Can feel bruises forming on your hips with the way he is digging into your skin.

His cock is throbbing, needing so much more than this not so dry humping. His pants are ruined, and his neck is getting implanted with your teeth marks. But you don’t stop. You bite down a bit harder, until he’s screaming in pleasure and pain, and his spunk heats up your core. You pull off his neck. Sitting straight up, and shimmy your shoulders.

“Is that it then? Searing my skin?”

“I want my lips to burn your neck. I need to see my brand charred on you.”

“As you wish, Dovey. I’ll have Natasha get your lips copied, and a branding tool will be created. You can burn my whole body if it means I get you every day for the rest of our lives.”

“And one day, I’ll have your heart, Steve,” you pull off him, and reach your hand down to him. “Let’s go to bed.”

“As you wish.”

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TW: cussing, sexual act mentioned briefly (if you squint)

Part 3

A Charming Detour - Part 4

You've fallen into the daily rhythm of Teller-Morrow. Mornings are a whirlwind of ringing phones, impatient customers, and Gemma barking out orders like a general on a battlefield. You’ve gotten better at juggling it all—handling invoices, ordering parts, and filtering through the never-ending stream of calls.

And, of course, there’s the guys. But lunch?

Lunch is its own kind of chaos.

It starts the same way every day.

“Lunch run!” Bobby announces, like a town crier delivering the most important news of the day.

And then, all hell breaks loose.

“What’s the order?” Jax asks, already reaching for his wallet.

“Anywhere but that shitty taco place,” Tig grumbles, stretching out on one of the picnic benches.

“Gave me food poisoning last time.”

“That’s ‘cause yer ordering fish tacos from a gas station,” Chibs says, shaking his head.

Happy—who rarely speaks unless it’s absolutely necessary—grunts. “Not the pizza place.”

“What? Why?” Juice asks, eyes narrowing.

Happy shrugs. “Just don’t trust ‘em.”

Juice rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah? What about the burger place?”

“Had it yesterday,” Jax says.

Juice huffs. “Jesus, you guys are so picky.”

Then—like it’s a goddamn tradition—everyone turns to you.

And you freeze.

Because you hate picking.

you just shrug. “Uh… whatever you guys want?”

SAMCRO collectively groans.

“Fucking useless,” Tig mutters, shaking his head.

“Alright, Juicy,” Jax says, smirking. “You’re on pickup duty.”

Juice groans. “Are you serious? Again?”

Jax grins. “Shouldn’t have lost last night, bro.”

Juice mutters a curse under his breath, grabbing his keys. Then, just as he turns to leave, his gaze lingers on you for a second too long—like he wants to say something, but can’t quite figure out how.

Finally, he sighs. “Alright. Be back soon.”

And then he’s gone.

Which means…

You’re alone with the guys.

Juice had been gone twenty minutes. Twenty fucking minutes. That’s all it took for things to go to shit.

Balancing three takeout bags in his arms, he shoves open the Teller-Morrow truck door with his shoulder, stepping out into the midday heat. The picnic table sits just a few feet away in the shade.

And that’s when he sees it.

His stomach drops.

Tig is sitting next to you.

Not just sitting next to you—leaning in. Elbow on the table, legs stretched out like he owns the place, grinning like a fucking wolf.

And you—short little unaware you—are just sitting there, drinking from your water bottle, listening intently like this is some kind of casual conversation instead of Tig fucking Trager.

Juice almost drops the food.

His brain goes into overdrive.

Best-case scenario? Tig is just talking shit. Normal level Tig bullshit.

Worst-case scenario? Tig is flirting.

…Oh, fuck, Tig is flirting.

And you—sweet, professional, unprepared you—don’t even realize.

Juice watches as you tilt your head, blinking up at Tig with a slightly puzzled look, that tiny wrinkle forming between your brows.

Goddammit.

Juice knows that look. It’s the same one you get when trying to figure out how to work the ancient fax machine inside.

Which means you have no clue that you’re being hit on.

Tig, meanwhile, just keeps smirking. “So, sweetheart… you ever been with an older man?”

Juice panics.

He barely stops himself from dropping the food as he rushes forward. “Okay! Food’s here! Everyone shut up and eat!”

Tig barely glances at him. “Relax, Juicy. Just making conversation.”

Juice shoots him a glare before turning to you. “You—uh, you hungry?” His voice cracks slightly, but he pretends it doesn’t. “I got your order.”

You smile, reaching for the takeout bag. “Oh, thanks, Juice!”

But before he can bask in the warmth of that smile, Tig leans in again. “So, tell me—do you like bad boys?”

Juice chokes on air.

You, wrinkle your nose slightly. “Like… badboys ... or actual criminals?”

Tig just grins. “Sure ... badboys. Let’s go with that.”

You consider for a second before shrugging. “I mean, I guess it depends on how bad?”

Tig grins. “You ever hear that saying? Once you go older, you never go—”

Juice panics.

Tig just smirks, barely glancing at Juice before turning back to you. “I was just tellin’ her she’s gotta be careful around guys like us, ya know? We’re dangerous.”

Juice glares. “Yeah, no shit. That’s the problem.”

Tig chuckles. “Relax, Juicy. I ain’t gonna break her.” Then, turning to you with a wink, he adds, “Unless she wants me to.”

Juice glares.

You roll your eyes between them both.

Tig leans forward, voice smooth as silk. “I’m a real man, doll. I can show you things.”

Juice sees red.

But before he can so much as move, you cross your arms and complete deadpan,

"Like a seniors discount ? 'Cause you’re also what ... twice my age ?”

The entire table erupts.

Jax actually slaps his knee.

Bobby has to wipe his eyes.

Even Happy smirks, shaking his head.

Tig, to his credit, grins. “Damn. I like her.”

Juice practically shoves Tig’s food at him like it’s some kind of weapon. “Shut up, Tig.”

Juice exhales sharply, and sits down across from you, eyes darting to Tig every few minutes like he’s making sure the bastard doesn’t try anything else.

But he should’ve known—This is Tig, he never lets shit go.

Tig grins at Juice before he changes tatic and leans in toward you, dropping his voice to a mock-whisper. “Y’know, sweetheart, Juice is real shy, but don’t let that fool you—he’s got a big—”

Your whole face contorts “Unless the next words outta your mouth are 'personality' or 'heart' I do not wanna know"

Juice blank screens.

After what feels like an eternity of teasing, the lunch break starts winding down.

Most of the guys wander off, but Juice lingers behind, desperately trying to erase the last twenty minutes from existence.

You glance up at him, smiling. “He likes to mess with people, huh?”

Juice snorts. “He fucking lives for it.” He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about all that. He's just —”

“Gross?” you supply.

Juice blinks. “Uh. I was gonna say an asshole, but—sure.”

You giggle, shaking your head. “It’s okay. I'll pull him up.”

From the doorway, Gemma leans against the frame, she'd been watching the absolute circus at the table.

She crosses her arms, smirking.

“Jesus Christ,” she mutters. “Bunch of goddamn teenagers.”

But she sees the way Juice looks at you.

She shakes her head.

After lunch, you head back into the Teller-Morrow office, still amused by the chaos outside.

Gemma is already behind her desk, glasses perched on her nose as she flips through invoices. “’Bout time,” she mutters.

“Figured Tig was gonna keep you out there all damn day.”

You frown, still a little confused. “Why does Juice get all werid around him ?”

Gemma smirks without looking up. “Because Tig’s an asshole. And Juice is a puppy.”

You blink. “A… puppy?”

She leans back, arms crossing. “Yeah. One of those dumb ones that runs into walls, trips over its own feet, but gets all feral if someone messes with their favorite person.”

You open your mouth to argue—but then you think about how Juice had practically thrown himself between you and Tig's commentary earlier.

“…Huh.”

Gemma chuckles, turning back to her work. “He’s a good one, though.”

You can’t help but smile a little to yourself as you glance up Jax strolls in, radiating that, too-cool presence he always seems to have.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greets smoothly, shooting you an easy grin before turning to Gemma.

“Ma, you seen—”

“Check the garage,” Gemma interrupts without looking up, flipping through an invoice.

Jax sighs, muttering something about “idiots” under his breath before glancing at you again. He pauses, giving you a once-over like he’s trying to gauge something.

Then, with a slight smirk, he asks, “You comin’ to the party tonight?”

You blink, caught off guard. “Party?”

Jax tilts his head. “At the clubhouse. Figured the guys would’ve told you by now.”

You glance between him and Gemma, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. “No one mentioned it.”

Jax huffs a short laugh. “Figures.” His tone is teasing, but there’s something knowing in it—like he’s well aware of why no one’s told you.

You hesitate. “What kind of party?”

Jax gives you an amused look, but before he can answer, Gemma snorts.

“She don’t even know what that means, Jackson.”

Your frown deepens. “It’s… a party?”

Jax leans against the desk, arms crossed. “Yeah. But, uh…” He glances at Gemma before giving you a look. “Might be a little different than what you’re used to.”

You shift uncomfortably. “Different how?”

Gemma exhales like she’s preparing to give a well rehearsed speech.

“Look, sweetheart, I like you. You’re a good girl, and you ain’t like the rest of the trash that usually drifts through here.”

You blink, caught between gratitude and mild offense. “Uh. Thanks?”

She gestures at you. “That’s why I gotta tell you—clubhouse parties? Not what you think.”

Your stomach tightens. “…So, like, what? Keg stands and loud music?”

Jax laughs under his breath.

Gemma smirks. “Try half-naked crow eaters and guys gettin�� blown in hallways.”

You stare at her, your brain short-circuiting. "Jesus Christ"

Then "…wait, what's a croweater ?”

Jax chuckles. “Told you.”

You can feel your face heating up. “That’s, uh—That’s a little different”

Gemma just shrugs. “No shit.” Then after a beat she adds. “Now, I ain’t sayin’ don’t go. But if you do? You stick close to Juice.”

You blink, startled. “Why Juice?”

Jax raises a brow, amused. “You really gotta ask?”

You frown.

Gemma sighs. “Because, sweetheart, he’s safe.” Then, after a beat, she smirks.

"And if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, he’ll probably lose his damn mind.”

You blink.

Jax snorts. “Yeah, Ma, real subtle.”

Gemma smirks. “Ain’t gotta be subtle, Jackson. That guys an open book.”

You bite your lip, feeling a strange warmth creep up your neck.

Juice is in the garage a slight smile on his face, still thinking about lunch. About you. How you had laughed at Tig’s antics, how you didn’t seem to mind when Juice tripped over his words trying to talk to you.

How you looked at him—like he wasn’t just some nerdy guy with scalp tattoos and a fauxhawk.

He’s so caught up in his own head that he doesn’t hear Jax approaching until a firm pat lands on his back.

“So… she’s coming to the party.”

His head snaps up so fast he almost gives himself whiplash.

“What—Who—What?!”

Jax, looking far too smug, just crosses his arms. “You heard me, man.”

Juice stares at him it takes a second before he manages to laugh, “No, she’s not.”

Jax just pats his shoulder again. “You better be on your A-game, man.”

“Oh, no,” Juice mutters under his breath. “Oh, no no no.”

Jax laughs. “Relax, man. It’s not like we’re throwin’ her to the wolves.”

Juice snaps his eyes back to him, as he hisses. “Jax. She proably thinks ‘crow eaters’ are bird enthusiasts.”

Juice watches, horrified, as Jax walks away.

Because suddenly, the reality hits him.

You—the tiny, sweet, girl he has a stupid crush on—are about to walk into a SAMCRO party.

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