#man i would die to see that skin in action lol

[gilverrwrites]

Can I request dickkori throuple shenanigans? Them hearing/seeing you, who's fairly shy around them so they've never really gotten a solid feel on if you're romantically interested, say something absolutely heinously horny on main while you don't realize they are right there watching/hearing you embarrassing yourself. "I have a thirst that can only be quenched by sucking the sweat out of Nightwings jockstrap after a particularly active patrol" level thirsting. "Can I just have a SIP of Starfires bathwater. Please God I'll never ask for anything else ever 🙏🏽" while you're too shy to ever say anything to their faces but they're right there tittering to themselves just out of your line of sight hoping you'll keep going about how you want to sink your teeth into the both of them

𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓮?

DickKory/Reader, ≈ 900 words, ft. Arsenal A/N: If you saw this posted without any text no you didn't. I defo did not accidentally his 'post now' instead of 'save' while editing, so I had copy paste the ask into my inbox and re-edit all my colourful lettering again. Nope. It's also totally not like my 3/4th time doing that lol. Also, hey Starfire anon, was this you?

“Truth.”

“Chicken.” Arsenal eyes you judgmentally over the rim of his non-alcoholic beer. “Nightwing or Starfire?”

It’s telling to everyone in the vicinity that you don’t even wait for context before you groan petulantly; “What? Just one? That’s an impossible choice!”

Normally, you’re not so forthcoming, but Arsenal seems to have lucked out on catching you in a chatty mood. The perceived privacy of the towers' rec room at 1 AM, and your choice of drink probably have something to do with it too.

“I mean, have you seen them both? Like Nightwing, have you seen him after battle? I swear, just looking at him evokes a thirst in me that can only be quenched by sucking the sweat out of his jockstrap.” Self-consciousness trickles the back of your psyche as the words leave your lips but the memories of Dick post-fight; emboldened by victory as sweat causes his dark hair to stick to his face, his body shaking from exhilaration, is enough to keep you from shying away from your statement.

The look on Arsenal’s face has shifted, from judgment to intrigue. His brow arches, a cheeky smile on his lips as he probes for more, a chuckle underlining his words. “Yeah? An’ Star?”

“Heh, Star? Fuck.” You sip at your drink, parching your dried lips as you search for the words to describe your team's very own warrior princess. “Earth doesn’t make them like that.”

“Noooo, they don’t.” Arsenal agrees. Briefly sharing that same, dreamy, far-off look that adorns your face. “I’d be a dead man after one day on Tamaran, that’s for sure.”

“Same. But if I’ve gotta go, I wanna be drowned in a tub of Starfire’s bathwater. It’s the only way I would die happy.”

Laughter fills the room, Arsenal letting out a contagious full-belly chuckle that infects you, but your head is too full with thoughts of Starfire; naked and relaxed, her sunset skin gleaning in a pool of soapy bubbles, how she might sound humming in delight as she eases her muscles under the hot water, to notice the sound two more voices not to far away.

It’s Arsenal whose demeanour changes first. The smile on his lips shifting from humorous to mischievous as he cocks his head to the side, turning so one ear it closer to the door. Your smile, on the other hand, wavers to an open jaw as you mimic his actions and register the familiar sound of Nightwing and Starfire tittering between themselves.

For a moment, you’re able to delude yourself into believing that they’re simply laughing among themselves over something else, something related to whatever conversation they were having on their way over here. But as you shift to face the door, you see them both through its crack. Starfire, with her big, shining green eyes, stares right back at you, her pointed fingernails pressed to her full lips in an attempt to stifle her smile.

Nightwing is right beside her, his lips pressed to her ear, making no attempt to hide his conceited grin as he leans up to whisper something conspiratorial in her ear.

A flush is already seeping through your body as you come to terms with the situation, but then Nightwing turns his gaze to you. His eyes are concealed by his mask, but his intentions are as bright as Starfire’s aura, made apparent by the provocative way he bites his lower lip beneath his left canine. The combined heat of their attention, especially after what you’d been caught saying is enough to set your skin completely ablaze, from the tips of your ears, right down to your toes.

In a panic, you stand, almost spilling your drink in your frenzy, but managing to catch it at the last second. “I- um- haha- That… that was… I think it’s time for me to go to bed. Good night, Arsenal.” Feeling awkward and unsure of your actions, for some reason, you bow to your truth or dare buddy instead of giving him the nod you’d intended.

It’s not until you turn your attention back to the door that you realise you have to pass by the very subject of your humiliation in order to make your exit.

“Hey! You never actually answered my question.” Arsenal goads as you hesitate, feet scuffing against the polished stone flooring.

Though it adds to the pit in your stomach, that last poke to the fire is what you needed to kick you into gear again. With a deep breath to steady yourself, you march through the door, drink still in hand as you tell Arsenal to “Shut the fuck up!”

“Goodnight, Star, Nightwing.” You offer the couple a stiff farewell without making eye contact, before continuing down the hall.

Each footstep makes a deafening echo as flee, but the sound is not nearly as heart-stopping as the melodic sound of Starfire calling your name. You don’t have the courage to turn around and face either of them, but you come to a standstill and wait apprehensively for her to continue.

“Do you wish to take a bath before bed?” The playfulness in her tone is subtle, but undeniable. “If so, we would not want for you to drown in it. Perhaps you would appreciate our assistance.”

[sinsofnivan]

I know you have a ton of requests, and you also just finished one for me lol. But whenever you’re up to it I think a hunter krauser chasing down his prey and “punishing” them for getting caught would be interesting hehe, something along those lines <3

F.I.A. = fucked in action?! — JACK KRAUSER x YOU — SMUT!

krauser GIF belongs to: eurodynamic. | divider GIF belongs to kdanie.

SUMMARY: "this has nothing to do with them. i'm a free man who made my choice!" leon tanks a deadly roundhouse straight on his jaw. the three of you hear an audible sickening crack! as leon was sent flying. before he could further hurt your partner, you don't hesitate, nor feel the fear; you leaped at krauser from behind, locking his head in place with a headlock. baby eagle's voice calls you both from the other side of the exit, and leon forcefully lifts himself off the ground. he's clearly torn between saving you, or keeping baby eagle safe. "y/n!" you hiss through grit teeth. "go, just go! i can take him!" he easily slams your body on the stone floor, ready to pursue leon—but you . . you just had to cut him on the side of his leg with a knife, didn't you? tilting his head down, he clicked his tongue disappointingly. “fine. i'll deal with you first.”

TAGS: fem bodied reader, yandere krauser, feral krauser, dubious consent, chasing, SLIGHTLY horror, he hasn't mutated here but he's infected, is it really public sex when no one's around, tinkering with canon a bit, breeding kink, edging, unsafe places to have sex?????, kidnapping, "bad end", sorry leon stans he gets cucked here

WORD COUNT: 3635

A/N: what if i said this was a part two of this krauser fic? :smirk_cat: p.s. this is set in the first scene where you fight krauser/where luis dies. but instead of luis, you take his place AND don't die, because plot armour.

WARNING: this fic contains dark content. viewer discretion is heavily, heavily advised.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

your ear is ringing, and your head is fucking throbbing. you feel like all of the breath in you was knocked out after krauser slammed you on the ground. he won't lie, he's very impressed, seeing you get back up like it was nothing. it was a harsh body slam, after all.

your ear is ringing, and your head is fucking throbbing. the ground is cold and rough against your skin, and it feels like all of the air in your lungs have been knocked out of you. krauser had just slammed you on the floor, but you stagger back on your feet like it was nothing. he's impressed. very impressed. 

"one hell of a reunion, huh? just like old times,"

krauser chuckled, his shadow ominously towering over you. this prick is waiting, daring for you to get back on your feet. "yeah. you weren't . . trying to kill me back then," you charge at him without warning, but krauser quickly shuts it down; every hook and jab are caught with his forearms.

"i'm not trying to kill you, sweets. you're the one coming at me," his cockiness never changed. your dynamics never changed. he was always mocking you. underestimating you. how couldn't he? you liked acting strong, and he liked putting you in your place. "i must say. i'm very proud of you. you've made it far, if you're assigned with that rookie with the bowl-cu—,"

"just shut up and fight!"

he clicked his tongue. "i won't fight you. do you wanna die?" you unsheathed your knife, and his golden brows narrowed at you. "if you won't, i will." you no longer wait or hesitate, driving forward and slashing in a lethal curve. he was quicker, however, deflecting your attack with his own blade; your daggers locked against each other with a clang, every collision of sharp ends ignited short-lived sparks.

krauser seems very hell-bent on not fighting you. every reckless, desperate swing is met with a repelling slash. it didn't take long for him to he catch your wrist and disarm you. the knife clanks somewhere, forgotten.

"get off—!"

the back of your head gratingly meets the hard surface as he pinned you. you groaned, clearly pained. his breath fans over your bleeding lips. "i said . . " he snarled. "—i don't want to fight you." reiterates the former major. clenching a fist, you pound your knuckles against his ribs. "fuck you! i said—!" krauser groaned with every blow you landed on his side. "—get the fuck off of me!"

clearly, he's made of steel, as your futile punches had zero effect on him, aside from making him scowl. grabbed by your vest, you're hurled toward the opposite exit—far from where leon had just fled. "you fucking brat!" his angry voice booms around the room. "you don't get it, do you?" it's terrifying, seeing his shadow hover you like that. he's pissed, that much was obvious.

"you wanna stall me, right? keeping me busy while leon plays hero?" 

you flinched when he reaches for you, bracing for a blow. but it never comes. instead, his hold only forces you to spring yourself back on your feet. the rest of your weapons, vest, gear—everything—are yanked off of your frame. you'd have protested, but his dagger's pressed onto your cheek. the tip threatens to sink into the soft flesh. he traces it down, down to your chin, neck. a red line follows the blade's path, but thankfully, no blood. "then stall me," he purred. "you have aaaaall my attention, sweets." the space between you narrows as krauser leans close. his warm breath tickles the skin under your ear.

"run, if that's what you need. make me work for it,"

a shudder runs through you as his tongue drags up the crook of your neck. "isn't that what you want?" krauser's not amused with your silence, a scowl contorting his scarred visage. he roughly guides—more like shoves, actually—you to the door forcefully, urging you to skitter away. "run. i'll even give you a headstart," his muscular arms cross over his chest.

"but when i catch you—when, not if—you better start praying."

⟡

it's adrenaline that pushes you to go forward. you're exhausted, clearly. there wasn't many places to hide in the ruins of this castle—especially when your footprints on the sand expose you out in the open.  the stone walls are rickety and decaying, and the dark didn't help at all. you practically throw yourself inside a crumbled archway, using the shadows to camouflage you. funny how you thought you've created distance between you, when his voice echoes not too far from you.

"run, y/n, run!"

that you did, even when you're stumbling in panic. the sand's all over your pants and sweaty skin. there's nowhere else to run to—with every turn blocked with piles of rubble, curse this fucking place!—but up, up this collapsed staircase; the first few steps have caved in, and you had to pull yourself up with all your strength. you groaned in struggle, hooking a leg up when the ledge is within reach. you hoped he wouldn't hear you. 

the breeze is a relief, almost like a reward, as it caressed your cheek. for once, you're given the chance to catch a breather. you tread higher up, only to find that the staircase leads to fucking nowhere but a leap into the abyss. the connecting ramp was clearly destroyed. "fuck."

you tread back down, scanning your surroundings. there must be another exit somewhere—a trapdoor, ladder, anything. you no longer hear the thumping of his boots, or his menacing chuckles—and you're not sure if you should be scared of that or not. squinting, you spot a small opening near the base of the wall. the area's dark, and almost concealed by debris. it's small, but should be big enough for you to squeeze in. him stripping away your gear probably increased your chances.  

"don't let me catch you, y/n!"

an instinctive jolt rushes through you. he's near. too near for your liking. "what's the plan, huh! gonna stay up there?" no, you weren't. you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the jump. before you could hear him utter another word, you're throwing yourself off the ledge. sure, it was a little higher than you calculated in your head but—

"eugh!"

you hit the ground in a crouch. at least you heard nothing crack. pain seers in your knees and legs, but you swallow it, forcing yourself to get up. the crevice was right there. you sprinted, jumping over a broken, rusty gate, ducking under wooden beams. your frame drops to the floor, hurriefly pushing yourself into the opening. there's little room to move, but you if you just wriggled into it close enough you could—

a squeal—your squeal—echoes around the ruins, feeling a strong grip wrapping around your ankle. you're dragged out from your last chance of escape, and carelessly flipped over to your back. you're caged between krauser’s familiar, built arms, and you wanted nothing more than to punch the shit-eating grin off his face. 

"caught you." 

his knees are keeping your legs apart whilst he hovered over your body. you're just as feisty and stubborn as he expected, watching you intently as you wriggled. "let go! let me go!" his muscular chest's hammered with weak, frenzied hits. "hey, hey—hey!" he's not hurting you, but god, you were pissing him off. "stop fucking squirming, you bratty little—hey!" it all happened so fast—a palm on your cheek, and his scarred lips pressed onto yours. this fucker's kissing you—and you, you're . . 

kissing him back, of course.

it's passionate, charged with frustration. his other hand collects both your wrists, pinning them up above your head. you bite his lip, and he only growls in response. you hated how you actually missed this idiot. missed how his lips devoured yours. missed how he practically shoved his tongue into your mouth. your lungs ached, and in mere seconds, you're out of breath; it's instinct to gasp for air, but you can't exactly do that mid-liplock. canting your head to the side, it's your best attempt in breaking the kiss. but krauser, he's persistent. he's chasing your mouth. starved, deprived of your pretty lips. 

blood rushes back to your dexterity as he frees your wrists. despite this, you don't wriggle. you don't even push him off. instead, your hands are yanking off his stupid beret, frantically undoing his tactical vest. krauser's none the wiser, breaking the kiss so he could raise his arms and toss away the garment. but he can't keep his hands off of you for more than a minute, and you feel him tugging on the edges of your compression shirt. your eyes widen. 

"no, don't fucking—!"

rrrrrriiip—!

⟡

the locality's echoing with your wanton cries, paired with krauser's grunts and the harsh plap! plap! plap! of your skins slapping against each other. "yeah, baby. i warned you, didn't i?" laughed krauser. "now here you are, getting fucked like a slut," his hips snapped against you harshly and cruelly. his eyes are only glued to your pretty face. a drooling, moaning mess. your clothes—what's left of them, anyways—are crumpled in your hand as the unwantedpleasure courses through you. 

your back doesn't even feel the discomfort of the ground, or the aches in your body as krauser fucked you. he had that effect—making you fucking stupid. you hated it. hated him. "fuck you," you managed to croak out, and krauser punishing you with mean, forceful thrusts. but your words don't phase him, not one bit. if anything, it made his cock twitch as he watched you squirm; watched your pretty cunt struggle to take him. it might be lack of foreplay, or might just be your imagination, but he feels bigger. thicker. veinier.

"what was that?"

he picks up the pace of his speed. from hard and fast to brutal and ferocious. the only words—comprehensible words—you could utter out was his name. "go on. what were you saying?" "fuuuck . .  f, fuck—!" your body arched, holding onto his biceps automatically. "hate you—hate you, jack. hate you," you say as your legs wrap around him. "i know, baby. i know you do," he cooed, groping one of your tits; feeling the pink nub rouse under the pads of his fingers.

the added sensation makes you shudder, goosebumps pricking your skin. "but i don't care," you wince as his fingers dig into your waist, sheathing himself to the hilt; he's so ridiculously deep, and you forgot just how he could easily make a visible bulge swell in your lower abdomen. fuck—the way your eyes widened almost makes him bust. 

"because," a hand clamps firmly over your mouth, and he starts to rut into you again. your moans are muted by his palm. "because—," seizing one leg, he drapes it up his shoulder closed the gap between your bodies. you tried to pry his hand away, but he only continues to ram your pretty pussy in response. "i know she loves me," now that you were effectively silenced, you could both hear the squelch of your creamy cunt better. "mhhf . . hff . . !" 

he takes pleasure in breaking you, especially when you make it too fucking easy. 

"you're so fucking messy. fuck," krauser feels his eyes wanting to roll back. but he can't miss this sight of you. not again. spit is leaking, smearing all over your chin.  but you can't help it, you poor thing—it just feels too fucking good. his cock's hitting all the right spots, your cervix—stretching you out so painfully good. his stamina was unmatched, too. he's built for this. for you. built to rearrange your insides, to fuck you stupid. "you seem awfully quiet, sweets. what's the matter?" you're pelvic to pelvic, no space left between your sweaty bodies. "jack got your tongue?"

krauser laughs at your pathetic, muffled whimpers whilst he fucked you. so adorable, submissive under his mercy, branded with his canines. he missed this. missed you. "keep running—umff . . that fucking . . bratty little mouth—hngg, fuck—of yours . . " your pelvis bucks against the roll of his hips; his warning punctuated with mind-numbing slams. "see where that gets you, huh?"  you're brimming with euphoria, because of him. your cunt's fucking quivering, because of him. you're long due to show him some gratitude.

a gasp escapes you when krauser finally retreats his hand from your mouth. as expected, it's covered in your saliva. a tight coil forms in your stomach, it's coming so quickly, and krauser knew from the moment you couldn't keep your hips still. "cumming? already?" you nodded pathetically, and krauser chuckles at the stupefied look on your face. you're starting to feel lightheaded. dizzy. the pleasure is overwhelming and ridiculously addictive. your orgasm was right there, just a few more snapping of his hips and then you'll be —

your eyes—which you hadn't realized were closed—had just flashed open, as an obnoxious and familiar ring reverberates in the area. beside you, actually.

shit.

"oh?"

shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit—

clarity fills that emptying head of yours, and you slap his arm in panic. your radio was within an arm's reach. within krauser's reach, and a mischievous grin finds its way onto krauser's handsome face. your orgasm quickly dies down, and you whined, squirming yet feeling your cunt spasm. your body had a knack for bertraying you, huh? 

"let's give this rookie a little show, shall we?"

"no, no, don't—!"

you don't see where krauser positions the radio, and you don't wanna know. you needed to get your head back in the game, and get this big brute off of y—

"y/n!? y/n, are you there?!"

both your legs are now in krauser’s hold, and you tried to squirm when he pressed the second one to your chest, too. “leo—ooooh—♡!?” your voice fails you, as krauser begins to pummel into you again. “don’t you fucking dare,” krauser locks you in place, his body pinning your legs up and securing you in a mean mating press. you recognize that look on his face—angry. possessive. "jack, wait, wai—!" 

he wastes no seconds in fucking you hard, ensuring the head of his cock’s grazing over that sensitive, spongy nub again and again. your eyes are rolling back, and you just can't bring yourself to tell him to stop. "she's busy, leon. can't you hear that?" krauser gruffly coos, fucking you ferociously. the speed his hips are going—it's inhuman. you can barely stay lucid. 

“what’re you doing to her?! if you've hurt her, i swear to—!"

humiliation seeps through your body as you couldn't control your whimpers. leon could hear it. hell, everyone could hear it. "hurt? bitch please, rookie. listen to her," krauser shuts up for a moment, highlighting your mewls. "does she sound hurt to you? c'mon, sweets. tell him," you feel him cage your head with his arms, face buried in the crook of your neck and effectively trapping you. he's hitting deeper—you don't know how, but he does—the tip nudging at your womb again and again.

“oh god—oh god," you sobbed, holding on to the blonde; his skin decorated with your claws. "he's . . he's not hurting— not hurting me," krauser lets out a feral groan, feeling your leaking pussy twitch. "you're tightening up, babe. didn't know you were into . . ah . . hnngg—. . fuck . . something like this," krauser feels his own spit dribble down his chin. he could feel every ounce of his weariness, especially in his hips, but fuck—the pleasure that you gave him made up for all the wrong things in the world.  

"y/n, i'll be right there, i'll find you, i promise."

no . . no. he can't. leon can't take you away from him. 

the thrusts that followed became hateful. he fucked you like he hated you. "tell him—tell him to leave you," he growled. "now. or i won't make you fucking cum," you squealed when his teeth sink into your skin. it's unfair that he expects that from you! "n, no—, please . . " you managed to utter out. "just go, please . . oh, fuck—?!" you feel the exact moment when krauser finally bullies his tip past the tender barrier flesh of your cervix. krauser lets out a guttural sound, a shiver running down his back as his orgasm comes ridiculously close.

"just let her go, krauser!"

krauser only laughs in between heavy panting, tilting his head up so his voice would be more audible. "let her go?" krauser cradled your face, a thumb tracing the edges of your glistening lips. "you can't let go of someone who doesn't want to leave," 'specially when his cock's splitting you open so so good! you can't get enough of him . . god, your pussy's fuckin' clenchin' down on him so fucking nicely. 

"y/n, if you can hear me—don't let him break you!"

leon's become irrelevant to you, in your stupefied state. the only thing that mattered was krauser—this cock stretching you. krauser clicked his tongue. "did y'hear that, baby? or are you too fucking cockdrunk to even hear him?" "a, aaahn . . ♡ w, what?"  you didn't even register leon's voice, not when krauser did everything he could to successfully fuck you stupid. thinking was difficult—'specially when it's easier to just let your mouth run. when it's just easier to moan, to let your cunt take all of him as he pounded you in a crazed manner. it was so easy to slip in and slide out of you, easy to coax out such beautiful noises despite how uncouth you are.

the coil in krauser's stomach jus' keeps tightening and tightening. he's sloppier with the pistoning of his hips, but he needs to cum. needs to fucking creampie you. and he can feel it too, with how much your pretty cunt's pulsating around him. how your moans have picked up in pitch. "gonna cum, slut?" he whispered. you nodded vigorously. "do you deserve it, huh?" he whispered in your ear. 

"yes—! yes, god . . please. pleasepleaseplease—wanna cum," it was impossible to buck your hips, but if you could, you damn well would. "gonna . . argh . . gonna let me cum inside you, y/n?" sweat drips from krauser's forehead, feeling his own release creeping in. "yes! yes—yes, please. jus' need to cum. please, please,♡ . ." you dumbly plead, krauser realizes that you'll just about do anythin' as long as you get to cum—much to his glee.

"you're real nasty, sweets. askin' the enemy to fuckin' fill you up," 

just a few more thrusts and you'll be spritzin' your filthy juices on him. but his thrusts come to a complete halt, all of his girth in you and stuffing you completely full as ropes of his thick, warm cum floods your womb. it automatically spills, overflowing and leaking from your creampied cunt, droplets of white slowly oozing out and dripping to your ass.  "y/n . . y/n . . please—fuck . . love your cunt. love you . . " krauser's mindlessly babbling. "go 'head, cum for me, c'mooooon . . fuck, fuck!" 

overstimulation makes him quiver, makes him whine. but he needs you to cum, needs you to squirt for him and rub in leon's face his victory. "h, haaahh . . 'm cumming. fuckfuckfuckfuck— oh god—♡!" he feels how your cunt's spasmin' for him, how you're gushing all over him and soaking him with your juices. krauser brings his lips to yours, kissing you as he helps you ride out your high. you were barely kissing him back, the best you can do was suck on his tongue in your fucked out state. "mhff . . " he hummed, lazily devouring your mouth. 

krauser grinned against the kiss, letting your legs down and rest on his sides; and krauser chuckles when he sees how they were visibly shaking. you whine when he slowly slips out from your cunt, and he can't help but admire the mess he made out of you. your gaping hole, twitching whilst cum slowly dripped out . . it's as beautiful as he remembers it. weariness is taking a toll on you, and you can no longer control how your eyes are slowly fluttering shut. the rest is a blur, and you only hear leon's voice echo in your ears. 

"don't worry, y/n! i'm coming for you!"

wondering why it became so cold all of a sudden, you open your eyes. krauser's lifted himself away from your writhing form. you watch him crush the walkie with just his hand, a soft crunch filling the silence before he lets its pieces clatter on the floor. "rookie's wasting his time," he laments, crouching over you and stroking your cheek.

"you're not goin' anywhere. gonna take good care of you, y/n."

extended ending:

"the tracker said she should be right . . "

lifting his gaze from his watch, leon climbs over a broken, rusted gate. 

"here."

but no you. just the shredded fabric of your shirt and what remains of your walkie. "you sure? that doesn't look like our amiga," luis crouches over to pick something up. first, the shredded cloth. second, a red, blinking something. "ella no está aquí. i'm sorry, leon," leon snatches it out of luis's hand. [ she's not here. i'm sorry, leon. ] "dammit!"

in the distance is the familiar thrumming sound of a helicopter and its blades, disturbing the silence and the stillness as they both feel the rumbling in the ground. both men wordlessly and hurriedly sprint towards the direction of the chopper, jumping over collapsed beams and debris, and it didn't take long for them to spot the familiar, muscular build of the former military man. his back was adorned with red scratches and of course, you—specifically your arms—as you draped limply on his shoulder. 

"krauser!"

krauser turns, looking over his unoccupied shoulder with the most bored look on his face. "you never quit, do you?" he scoffed, observing leon's movement closely. before he could draw his gun, krauser's already tossing over a flash grenade, and its detached pin with it. leon and luis shield their eyes as the flash temporarily disorients them both.

"you won't get away with this!" 

"oh, but i will. besides, she's better off with me,"

by the time they had composed themselves, the chopper's flying off—and you with it.

end. 

dedicated to: @gremlinfuck A/N: sorry if it's not how you envisioned itfskjdskfjsdkjf . i'm sorry TT

[weirdsht]

HELLOOOOO I MISSED UUUU btw do u still entertain tcf angst reqs? BECAUSEEEE 😋😋

So what if reader x Cale in which reader has superpowers because of their magical eyes. They befriended Cale and became smth more but THENNN shit happened, Cale needed to be healed immediately because his wound is too severe for crybaby. Reader had no resources left because his wound is way too fatal to even wait for help.

But then they remember how their eyes kept them alive, so they decided to do the unthinkable—give him their eyes through magic.

But, if reader does it, they'd die

They still did it anyways

Lols imagine the agony

I wonder how he'll live thru that

IMTSORRY

Sentient - Cale/Reader

a/n: i'm still sick so this is a bit short huhu

tags: no specific gender mentioned for reader, death, hurt no comfort

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Requests are open and welcome

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The battle zone is as fierce as ever. Different powers raining down on the opposition. Everyone wants to dominate the enemy.

In other words, it was total chaos.

But it is something you have grown accustomed to. One of the perks of being Cale Henituse’s best friend and lover you guess.

Still, despite that, it doesn’t take away the anxiety gnawing at your chest. It doesn’t matter how many times you do this, you’re still scared that something might happen to your family.

To your love.

Usually, nothing happens. Usually, even in the most disadvantageous position, Cale figures something out.

But why…

“A-ARGH !!”

Cale couldn’t help but scream in pain as the enemy’s power pierced through his body. You didn’t know what happened, everything progressed too fast. One moment a white light enveloped your lover's body then next he was on the ground, bleeding profusely.

Wasting no time, you and Choi Han brought Cale to a more secluded area. Everyone else covered for the three of you so no enemy could follow.

“How is Cale-nim, [Name]-nim?”

Choi Han asked worriedly as you used your magical eye to assess Cale’s condition. Meanwhile, that very same man was writhing and groaning in pain— wondering why the crybaby wasn’t working as efficiently.

“It’s… it’s not looking good…”

Your voice shakes as your hands press onto one of his larger wounds. Despite your efforts, blood keeps flowing through his skin and eventually through your arms.

“His wounds are too severe… On top of that, he exhausted his power so his healing abilities are having a hard time as well.”

It hurts your heart to see your beloved in pain while unable to do anything. To see him near unconscious with his powers unable to efficiently help him.

You’d do anything to help him.

Sacrifice whatever just to make sure he’ll live.

And so you wrack your brain, thinking of what can you do to save Cale— to save your one true love. As you did your eyes kept glowing, constantly monitoring his condition as the newly arrived Saint Jack did his best to heal the young master.

“It’s futile…”

You muttered to yourself, yet everyone heard you.

“The enemy left traces of their power in his body. Healing powers will be futile…”

Despite being in pain, Cale caressed your cheeks as he felt your tears on his skin. His hands touching just below your eyes. Cale’s action only proceeded to make you cry harder, touched and in pain at the fact that he still puts you first.

But then something about his touch made you realise something.

Your eyes..!

You can sacrifice your eyes!

It’s risky— no, it’s more than risky. In fact, it would cost you your life. 

If you give Cale your eyes, you will cease to exist.

These magical eyes are the very essence of your life force after all.

It saddens you when you think that you would not be able to be with Cale if you did this. But that sadness is overwritten by one simple fact.

You want Cale to live.

Even at the cost of your own life.

And so you take both of Cale’s hands on your own and start the process of transferring your eyes— your life force.

Cale Henituse was in a lot of pain. He could barely move from how much pain his wounds brought him. But still, he could tell what you were trying to do.

And he can’t allow it.

“[Name] no! Don’t do it!”

He weakly screamed and his words made Choi Han and Saint Jack come to their senses. All of them were suddenly aware of what you were trying to do.

After all, it was public knowledge among your group that your eyes are what keep you alive.

Everyone moved to try and stop you, but the transferring process was quicker than they’d expected. Before they could yank you away from Cale his wounds had already started closing, looking as though he was good as new.

A tell-tale sign that the transfer was a success. 

“Why…”

Cale muttered as he held you in his arms. Your positions now reversed as you are the one on the verge of death.

“Because I love you…”

You weakly said as you gave in your consciousness. Allowing the dancing black spots to take you to eternal slumber.

There was a small smile on your face as you closed your eyes.

Yet Cale cannot find it in himself to smile back as he normally would.

[lightlycareless]

I found a picture of Naoya playing the piano and want to show it to you. My fav scene where naoya teaches his wife piano. I love the scene sm 🤭🤭

HIIII how are you!!!!??? Thank you for patience 🥺

Omg thank you so much for sending me this ajkghajgajgs Naoya is a man of many talents, and him using them to brighten your day is 🥺 I'll always hold that scene close to my heart, them bonding together is just 😭 oh, I wish we could have more moments like that.

And we can... I mean, I wrote a little something, like a deviation from what I have planned lol a what if, if you must 😏

warnings: none. fluff. it's based on this fic. now that's a whole can of worms. proceed with caution.

Imagine you deciding to continue your piano lessons after growing somewhat genuinely interested in learning.

After a few sessions you’ve began to show improvement. Sure, you still struggle with certain things, such as jumping from one octave to the other, but anyone could easily admit you were not the same amateur from before.

And yet… there seemed to be something holding you back from taking the next step. You were already a master of twinkle twinkle little star, so why couldn’t you move onto something a bit more difficult?

Well, it was plain simple. Quite obvious, actually, for an outsider that is. Naoya was too blinded by his role as a teacher to even notice.

It was all intentional, made from your desire to keep him close, enjoying the way he’d place his arms around you, his large hands over yours as he guides you into the correct position to play even if you already knew how.

All to keep feeling his breath on your skin, the cologne you now solely associated with him, and you suppose his attention too, especially when you played the shy, tense student that desperately needed the guidance of her sensei.

To voice such ploys made you feel silly, if not selfish, but you didn’t know how to voice your need without feeling embarrassed. You didn’t want to appear needy before a man that is always busy, and yet, here you were, acting as if you’d never seen a piano in your life.

Now, don’t get me wrong, Naoya loves spending time with you, even though seemingly mundane activities. But even he was getting a bit… frustrated with these lessons that were quickly growing repetitive. His perfectionist temperament demanded he’d do everything right, or at least strive for it, naturally extending to you. Obviously for you, the woman whom he wanted to please more than anything in this world.

You showed enough promise, a talent that could be polished if pursued, so why weren’t you advancing?

Was it… him, perhaps? Your actions consequence of his failure as a teacher?

Maybe. Naoya isn’t known for being a particularly good listener, less of an educator. There’s enough witnesses to asses to it.

Your husband just hopes his incapability doesn’t push you away from wanting to learn piano, Naoya would rather die than to cut short these already scarce moments with you.

Though it’s more likely that he’ll do that anyways, a well-prepared teacher appears to be a better alternative.

“… but I don’t get it. Maybe there’s something I’m not seeing.” Naoya frowns, adjusting his position near you and taking your hands with him once more, hoping that it’ll come to him. The solution to your problem.

He sighs when it doesn’t. For the nth time. Maybe he is a bad teacher after all.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t think I’ll be able to teach you anymore.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I’m just having a tough time figuring out how to help you.” Naoya laments. “I may have underestimated my skills.”

You know what they say, the best way to check if you know something is by teaching it to someone else. Something like that, or so he’s heard.

“Don’t say that I think you’re doing great!” You encouraged, looking over to Naoya and his deep frown, evidence of the frustration your little ploy has inflicted on him. Had you known he would be so affected by it you would’ve gone easier with your obliviousness…

And yet, it was endearing to see your impact on him. How hard he was trying to make things work for you—you still couldn’t believe how much of an influence you had on him, even if he’s already proved the lengths he was willing to go to make you happy.

…Like the protective husband he swore to be on your wedding day.

“You don’t have to mock me, mochi” Naoya insists. “I think you’d be better off with an actual teacher if you still want to learn.”

You do, but…

“…I want you.” You murmur, so lowly, so… sweetly, that Naoya had to double check he heard you right the first time around, quickly swirling his head onto your direction, frozen the moment your doe-like, hypnotizing eyes, those he could never get enough of, landed on his, with such intensity that let him know it was all true.

The purpose you were attempting to convey many lessons ago instantly becoming clear to him. The intentions you were too shy to speak out loud, but not enough to sway you from trying, an unknown edge of yours that had him both impressed and absorbed.

One never stops knowing their partner, do they?

What an enthralling thought to have.

“Is that so?” He murmurs back, leaning closer to you. “You’d be fine with someone like me as your teacher, princess?”

“I couldn’t think of anyone… better.” You blush. And though intimidated by his piercing gaze, you persisted. When you once cowered away, you now wished to be the only person his eyes saw.

“Then I guess I’ll have to try harder.”

Maybe it’s because he was within your reach, or because you had enough of going around in circles, whatever it was, you couldn’t hold back anymore; and with the noise of your heart deafening your ears, you lean closer to him, removing the gap between the two and placing your lips over his. Gently, sweetly, like it was your first time, and took him in—sealing your newfound sentiments with a kiss he’s long been dreaming of.

So much that he’s almost in disbelief, remaining still as he tries his best to both contain his excitement, heart ready to burst through his chest, hands itching to pull you closer and keep you there, afraid that the moment he peels away you’ll disappear, just as he’s forced you to through the beginning of this marriage.

Naoya too felt like it was the first time he’s ever kissed anyone—perhaps kissed anyone with love. With that soft warmth he could only label as true love. What he feels for you now, has always been so, and hopefully, you too.

After a few seconds, much to Naoya’s dismay, you’re the first one to separate, slowly pulling away and opening your eyes to the sight of your flustered husband, the adorable face of a man that has dreamed of this day for god knows how long, giving you the impression (alongside a sense of guilt) that maybe you should’ve been a bit more direct with your actions.

Though how everything came to be… wasn’t that bad.

“You didn’t have to go through all that, you know?” Naoya teases, his attempt to cool down the heat on his cheeks. “If you just wanted to kiss me, you just had to say so.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you joke back, and he smirks, letting out a chuckle. “…But I guess I shouldn’t have wasted your time.”

“Being with you is no waste of time.”

Now it’s your turn to grow speechless, face red, perhaps even more than Naoya’s, due to the vast, unexpected sweetness of his words, and the overwhelming embarrassment it provided you, leading you to cover your face with your hands and making him laugh even louder.

“You don’t need to act this way with me, love.” Naoya says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “We’ve done more… heated things, after all. This is nothing.”

“Oh, stop it! Is that your way of comforting me?!” You gasp, burying your face deeper into his chest.

“It is the truth, love. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“You know well I wasn’t referring to that” you murmur. “…but… do you really feel that way…?”

“I’d give you the whole world if you asked.”

But even if you didn’t, he was going to do so, because he has long sworn in his own life that he’d do everything in his power to make up for all the wrongdoings he’s inflicted upon you. His best to erase the vile acts he did when he called himself your so-called husband.

For as long as it takes, all of his lifetime if so needed, and the next one, and the next one.

“I think I’ll be happy just to hear you play the piano for now.” You eventually add. “If you don’t have anything else to do.”

“I’m all yours today—”

“And...” you interrupt, Naoya blinks.

“And?”

“If I can kiss you again.” You say, shyly looking up to him. “If you want…”

“Hm, I don’t know… you’ll have to convince me.”

“How do I do that?” you tilt your head.

“By giving me a kiss for each time you had me going around in circles.”

With unprecedented speed, you quickly grabbed his face and begging to pepper kisses all over his face, Naoya more than happy that you were, and a bit startled too.

“Wait, Y/N—did you even want to learn how to play??” He rightfully concludes.

“A bit, I guess.” You giggle. “But really I just wanted to be with you.”

Naoya immediately succumbs to your gestures soon after that, putty on your hands as he lets himself be appreciated by the woman of his dreams, the love of his life—the owner of his heart.

Your heart squeezes with longing. Who knew Naoya could be this… adorable? So sweet, you didn’t have the heart to deny him—

Nor would you, setting to live out the rest of your life as his wife.

For good, this time.

I always liked the idea of you being able to feel Naoya's heart. Like, how fast it is beating because of how happy he is with you 🥺 Thankfully I do have another prompt with that exact same situation, though it's a HS au. Also, this is not their fated kiss I owe y'all, I think what I have planned is much better 😏 (or so I hope)

Now, thank you so much for waiting for my answer 🥺 I'm still slowly but surely working through them requests :> I always appreciate whenever you send me something (so don't be afraid of sharing more hehe)

Take care and hope to see you soon!!

[loventhine]

X-Men NSFW: Pegging!

I got bored, and I needed something to write about, so I had this lovely brick (Idea) thrown at me, how X-Men men would react to being pegged.

!YOU MAY REPOST IF WANT, JUST GIVE CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR, ME!

This is smut, smut-based content and a smut-based channel, if you have an issue with the fic then scroll my DMs are open to ideas not insults.

                            ⚠️❌MDNI❌⚠️

LOGAN HOWLETT:

First up on the list would be our grizzled trauma-filled war vet, Logan!

Now, for Logan you either gotta buy him a shit ton of beer or be very convincing (persistent) he'll cave if you bug the shit out of him long enough.

Now, our reluctant princess doesn't get into any position oh no, doggy style. He would rather die of embarrassment than let you see his face while you... y'know.

It doesn't help that you squeeze and paw at his ass as if were playdough, he might grunt or growl lowly just grip his hair and mock him and he'll be more vocal.

Might threaten to slice you up while working his hips back against the silicone like a good boy, he loves it but you'll never hear it from his lips but from his actions.

Might cum a little when your breasts press against his back and you talk dirty in his ear, while yanking his hair... his claws peek out of his skin when he orgasms.

Aftercare, he sits against the pillows all grumpy as you take care of him and clean him, he might forgive you when you bring him an ice cold beer. Grumble a thanks and fall over dead asleep.

This is the LAST time he lets you do this, at all.

SCOTT SUMMERS:

Again, reluctant participant who just wants to make you happy, he'll agree to it but god, he's sweating in his seat. He'd sit there all tense and leg bouncing but ease up when you're gentle.

You got work this on him slowly, he's just a baby 🥺

He's more vocal about it, again, be gentle. God, he moans like a bitch in heat when your press his legs to his chest. Got to get in real deep, he loves it, don't stop ;)

His balls are real sensitive, be rough with him when he cums, he can take it ;) Slap his thigh or cock and he cums easy, can you see it? His tip all red and leaky, his moans all high pitched and chest heaving, covered in sweat... hole puckering and twitching like he wants more.

whew... 😮‍💨

He'll need a cold shower after this, he might come back for seconds with his tail between his legs, he's pathetic. But he's yours whole-heartedly!

Aftercare? He's all tuckered out so be gentle! 😡

Reassure him, maybe brush his hair back and kiss his cheeks and remind him of how good of a job he did (he's into that!)

REMY "GAMBIT" LEBEAU

This slut 😫

God, he is so annoying during this time. He'll be talking back and shit, might taught you lol

Introducing the ball gag, shove it onto his pretty lips and don't take it off until all that comes out of his mouth is moans.

Get real disrespectful with it, fold him in half or put one of his knees to his chest then the party really starts to happen!

I- we need this man to be speaking tounges in Cajun French, so fucked out he asks for a break then whine and jerk his hips back when you stop.

Slap his cock or touch his nipples and he cums like a good boy, he's really is sensitive there.

Aftercare? Just hold him for a bit when you're done cleaning him up, he'll need a sec to come back to Earth, he'll probably start teasing you again afterwards.

KURT WAGNER:

Now, it's only fair he takes a double dong since he makes us take both 🤷🏾‍♀️

He was a little scared at first but eager to please, the way he squealed... you'd think he's auditioning for opera. His legs buckle and his body is shaking, glorious.

Lets out those high pitched wails when you grip his hair and slap his ass in the same motion, cums untouched multiple times. He's a whore, of course he loves it.

He lives to push his hips back to catch it when you pull back to thrust in again, he gets so damn loud that you have to gag him. When you're done he's all boneless and out of breath, whispering words of praise in German.

You run him a bath and clean his skin, offering cuddles and snacks afterwards, y'all unwind and watch soap operas together :D

Well, that took forever! And it was fun to write. Again, this isn't proofread and of course there will be errors. Love it, don't. Scroll.

This was low-key rushed bc of STAAR testing week but hope you all enjoy, I tried my best 🙂‍↕️

Love you darlings 😘💕

[ghostgorlsworld]

Moondrunk Monster Part 4 (werewolf!ghost x reader)

You're a retired combat medic that made a mistake, costing you your cushy office job. As punishment, you're sent to an active war zone, where you meet the 141, a squad of werewolves that slowly accept you as their own. (I know, I know I'm bad at summarizing)

WARNINGS: SEXUAL ASSULT, not explicit just discussed. Pls be cautious

Nothing much happens lol but we are ramping up the tension. I promise ghost will interact more in the next chapter, he's just shy--also maybe a ghost pov soon? Idk i'm thinking about it

Part 4

You awoke with cotton mouth and the kind of dizziness that only comes from the best pain medication the military has to offer. 

It was dark outside now, the quiet hum of the generator and Shane’s soft breathing in your ear. Graves was set up in the far corner of the infirmary, Avon passed out on your bunk in a mess of tan limbs and tan scrubs.

A man in a skull mask was asleep in the chair in front of you, his head tipped back against the wall, his legs relaxed and spread wide. He was still caked in muck, which meant that he had been there all night.

Your bladder twinged, the reason why you were awake making itself known. You had to piss. Badly.

You slid off the cot carefully, eyeing Ghost as the springs creaked. You didn’t want to wake him, especially not to tell him you were about to piss your pants. 

Your boots were by his feet so you went without, padding past him in nothing but your military issued socks. You were on enough medication that you could hardly even feel the ache in your shoulder, but it made you clumsy, your hip bumping into a cabinet on your way out. 

You held your breath, glancing at the sleeping Ghost in your chair. 

He didn’t stir, his chest moving up and down rhythmically. You stared for a moment. It wasn’t often he was this…relaxed. 

His sleeve had ridden up, exposing pale, tattooed skin on his wrist. It took your breath away for a moment, your eyes stuck on that tiny sliver of skin that told you he really was a man, a man that had curly blonde hairs on his forearm and a scar that looked like a bite over his wrist.

God, you really had to be lonely to be losing your mind over someone you’d never even seen. You didn’t even know his real name, just his moniker. Ghost.

Your bladder clenched, interrupting your reverie. You sucked in a breath and hurried to the bathroom.

The bathroom was thankfully a brick-and-mortar structure, a few of the female guards relieving themselves in the stalls or showering. You finished your business quickly, pausing at the sink to scrub your hands, and then, after seeing the dirt and blood on your face, attacking your skin with a rough cloth and generic hand soap.

Tomorrow, you would shower, you told yourself. Your arm looked even worse than it had before you fell asleep, your skin now smeared with the bright purples and greens of bruises, shiny with swelling. 

You blew out a breath. “You’re too old for this shit,” you told yourself in the shitty mirror, and it was the truth. You never wanted to get back in action. You missed your air conditioned office and comfortable scrubs, you missed iced coffee in the mornings and good food.

This was a punishment. You were the one woman that cried wolf, and in turn they sent you to this hellhole. 

You could die here. 

They had said it was your choice, that you could choose to fill Graves’ request for a medic, or be discharged, stripping you of retirement and the healthcare you had gotten too used to.

Graves had to know why you were here. Rumors spread like wildfire in the military, and you had been the hot gossip of the week.

The meek little nurse that had put a Colonel’s son in the ER. 

His name was John Wynn, and he was a bastard. You weren’t blind, you had seen and experienced the worst sides of the military, the sides they worked hard to hide. In the early days, before you learned to bite back, there were incidents. 

Recruits and sargents disappearing into rooms together, incidents hidden with orders from higher up, hands where they shouldn’t be, those were the things that happened in male dominated atmospheres, and for a long time, you accepted it.

Until some punk twenty five year old with a single tour under his belt and his daddy’s power tried it with you. It took you off guard when it began, you’ll admit it, it shook you more than you thought it would.

You just didn’t think you would have to fight in the world you had grown comfortable in, and you convinced yourself that it was nothing. The way he looked at you, touched you, how the new recruits scurried from him like frightened rats. 

You should have known better.

But then again, he should have known better. You weren’t his usual victim, the shy, anxious-to-please recruit that would do anything to keep from being reported. 

In a decade of service, you managed to keep your soul. You were damned if you would let that insignificant little rapist take it from you. 

John Wynn ended up in the ER with a shattered cheekbone and a bruised dick, while you walked away without even a fingerprint. His daddy wanted blood, but a few of your superiors tried to protect you and gave you the option to get out of sight for a while, at least long enough that you could finally bring yourself to walk away for good.

You sighed, straightening in the mirror. You looked like hell, your hair wild, your face swollen. You wondered why Ghost still stared.

You were quiet as you made your way back to the infirmary, your steps stumbling and clumsy. The drugs were hooking even deeper into your system, slowing your brain.

That was probably why you hadn’t noticed a pair of yellow eyes watching you from the darkness. At least, not until they moved, a massive shape coming into sight.

You hadn’t seen a wolf in its true form since Donny shook you like a rag doll. The shock of it stopped you in your tracks, your breath catching.

It was silver, the pale fur catching the moonlight like a…

Ghost.

He watched you from the shadows, the stare so familiar it was disturbing to see on an animal’s face. 

He was huge. The biggest you had ever seen, scars marking his muzzle so badly you understood why he wore a mask as a man, his left ear bitten through and ragged. 

You stumbled, the meds making you as weak as a kitten. “Ghost is that you?” You whispered. “Why’re you…”

He looked up. 

The moon was full.

You peered into the 141’s tent. The beds were empty. 

They were gone too. 

“You can go,” you whispered. “I’ll be fine, LT, I promise.”

Ghost growled, an unearthly sound that sent the hair on your neck standing straight up. He bared his teeth, long fangs snapping. 

It felt wrong to stare directly at his face, so you didn’t, settling on his strangely humanoid shoulders. “Alright,” you said, shuffling along. “As long as you don’t try to eat me, LT.” He rumbled, as if say no promises. Ghost rose from his haunches, standing to his full height under the moon. You wondered what the overhead cameras saw, if they wondered why their LT was standing in the middle of base, furry and naked.

In fact, you were wondering that yourself. 

Your heart raced. It was such a human instinct, to see a predator and want to either kiss it or run from it. 

“Jesus,” you said weakly. “I wouldn’t want to run up on you in a fight.”

It was shocking really, the reminder that these men you had been treating like friends were truly not like you at all. As much as Soap laughed and spoke, there was still an edge to him, the way his eyes glinted when he smiled, the too-sharp edge of his teeth. 

Ghost seemed to like your attention, his ears perked at the top of his head. It was oddly endearing, and you normally considered yourself a cat person.

It was like he wanted you to see him. Wanted you to be…impressed?

“Right,” you said, forcing a nod. “Well, off to bed for me I think. I’ve had a weird day.”

You wobbled your way back into your cot, stripping your socks off your feet before settling in. Ghost watched you all the while, hungry and intense as he stood vigilant in the shadows. 

For days after, you still weren’t sure if Ghost had truly shown you his other form, or if you had dreamed it up. The memory was blurred and hazy–you mostly remembered the piercing yellow-eyed stare, the way it made your stomach twist.

It was as if you were twenty again, nervous and stuttering on a first date. Just being around him sets your skin on fire.

You had never been attracted to a wolf before. In the past, you picked responsible, healthy men that had good jobs and stable lives because your life was always so chaotic. It was nice to come home to a man that would rub your calves and ask about your day.

Ghost didn’t seem like that kind of man. For one, he wasn’t a man–and again, you had no idea if wolves even liked human women like that. Like everyone else in the world, you had heard rumors about certain preferences but…he seemed different. 

He barely touched you. Barely spoke to you. 

But his eyes. They were always, always on you.

So, one day, you got the balls to ask Soap. 

“Does your kind…um,” you began, unable to stop yourself from blushing. “Does your kind like humans?”

Soap paused in the knife he was sharpening, cocking a dark brow at you. “How do you mean?” God, he was going to make you say it. “Romantically, I mean. Does it happen?”

Soap was silent for a moment, his mouth twisting as he dropped the knife onto the table. It took you a moment to realize he was laughing at you, his hand pressed to his mouth. 

“Shut up, Soap,” you said, humiliated. “Just answer the question.”

He gives you a good razzing, his eyes twinkling like he knew exactly why you were asking. “Bonnie, when was the last time you met a female wolf?”

You frowned. You hadn’t thought about it. “Never, I suppose.” “Ever wondered why?” You shook your head. “It’s a recessive gene. Passes from father to son or mother to daughter in most families, though I s’pose a few of the older ones could be exceptions. Most of the wolf-women I’ve met prefer human men, and vice versa, it’s a way we reproduce, see, two wolves means that the child will be closer to an animal, but one wolf is balanced.” 

“So…your kind prefers humans?” Soap made a face. “For the most part, yeah. Even me.”

You raised a brow, smiling. “Oh, even you? What, do you have somebody at home I don’t know about?”

To your surprise, Soap flushed, the tips of his ears turning pink. 

“Wait, do you?” You asked, taken off guard. He was only a handful of years younger than you, but he was wild and restless enough that it seemed strange to think of him settling down. 

He laughed, flashing teeth at you, even as he looked away. There was something about Johnny that was so hungry, the urge to be needed, to be liked. He made himself a better killer just so he had a purpose in the world.

“No,” he said, “I don’t. There’s a pretty girl in the cafe down the street, and I’ll go in just to hear her ask me what I want.”

“That’s kind of sad,” you said. Despite the obvious…wolfishness about him, he was handsome, dark hair and blue eyes and that ridiculous mohawk. He was too young to look so alone.

He shrugged. “It’s different for us, lass.”

The back of your neck prickled. You were being watched.

“Well, Johnny,” you said, standing. “You miss all the shots you don’t take, and I don’t know a single woman, excluding myself, that could resist those baby blues. Do me a favor and ask her out next time, you’re too young to feel old and miserable like me.” Soap smiled, a bit of cheer back in his eye. “You’re only three years older’n me, lass, I wouldn’t call ye old.” You waved the statement off, already thinking of the rounds you needed to take, patients you needed to check. “Please, I haven’t had a proper date in years, I may as well be eighty with cats.”

Soap hummed, amused like he knew something you didn’t. “I’m sure your dry spell will end soon enough. Did you see Graves eyeing your arse over the coffee machine?” You kicked him for that one, a good swat in the knee as he fell over himself laughing.

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 3

Pages 61-90

Back at it again with Mike and his silly little adventures in Freddy's.

Huh.

What'd you see.

Stop being vague.

Who are these creepy masked people???

The bullies from FNAF four

Damn if only there was an entire side comic FNAF 4 cough cough I made about them that will explain that lol. We'll get to the side comics I promise. ;)

Whatever he saw, he's terrified to re-live.

Ouch.

Someone got hurt-

What the hell are you apologizing for exactly?

What'd you do?

None of those people in the masks were you...

We can tell cause they actually had a skin tone lmfao.

Oh that could use some cream.

So that's why "the bite" kept making Mike uncomfortable...

This kid got his head munched on.

And it wasn't ACTION but LACK of action he's cowering in fear from a child over.

Side note this panel out of context is hilarious and I won't pretend it's not.

Hi Bonnie! :D

He is the best.

Damn okay.

What's reality?

Ominous poster of the yellow Freddy for sure isn't important.

Haha Mike ya have episodes like this often? Often enough he composes himself afterwards.

He's utterly bamboozled Bonnie apparently SAW the kid he was chasing so...maybe.

That smirk is unsettling.

So this part of the building used to be "Fredbear's" the place Michael's favorite animatronic "Spring Bonnie" is from and mentioned earlier. Fredbear is clearly the one who bit the child.

I'd be scared too Bonnie thousand yard stares are concerning.

That's hysterical coming from the clearly possessed giant rabbit but go off I guess-

He's obviously trying to make Mike feel better which is nice of him. UwU

Aww. Hug how sweet.

So now we know a bit more about Mike. Let's review:

This nameless kid Mike saw die was obviously Michael's brother Cody Afton from all the context clues we've been given:

Mike's reaction to Micheal bringing up Fredbears, due to it being a traumatic event.

Cody being "Bit"

Mike doesn't seem TOO sure they're the same person but we know it is.

Mike blames himself for not doing anything at the time to stop Cody's head from getting crunched.

Mike's grasp on reality is...Flimsy. Self admittedly he thinks it's flimsy and he knows when he needs to go home when it's too much.

Mike is desperate for comfort over his trauma with Freddy's and Bonnie's a cool dude who'll give it.

You'd think Bonnie would be a bully from his intro but he's actually a super caring guy, he just can't stand people who purposely cause problems.

Bro comes in clutch with the hugs.

You can see why Freddy would run to this guy to solve issues haha.

So from those first panels we know 1 thing:

He had no clue Ennard was in the room with them. So add stalking to the list of creepy things that clown robot has done so far.

My god it's an old man-

He's Micheal's dad! :D William Afton!

Alright I'm gonna stop being goofy and vague for a moment:

It's obvious he's evil as fuck and for the people who like to bitch he has a personality in this comic or ANY media where people give William a personality: Stop making excuses as to why you write him one note you cowards, you can give him a personality without condoning what he does lmfao. Only a bad writer would say you HAVE to make him one note for him to work. Fucking morons actually you are stupid if you believe that.

If you wanna make him cartoonishly evil with NO redeeming qualities: Cool. Whatever. Just shut the fuck up don't act like yours is "Better" because you can't think of ways to make him anymore interesting.

Everyone's William caters to their tastes. Nobody's is PERFECT. I only judge stupid vapid bitches who complain about other interpretations while blowing smoke up their own asses. Because an ego isn't pretty on anyone lmfao.

The idea giving William a personality makes you a terrible writer/person needs to die I'm sorry that's such a stupid as fuck idea idk who came up with it but kindly stop writing and stop giving writing advice. UwU With love~ From me!~

Anyways I've spoiled William is a bad person who does a bad thing, Won't say what yet but all the death in the building can give ya some ideas. And apparently because William is bad guy there's "Rules" on how to write him. From a bunch of 12 year olds who dunno how to write but I digress.

I detest the idea of that. Because let's be real all FNAF characters are blank slates and the idea of squashing creativity is dumb. Literally go wild with your FNAF AUs.

Rant aside: William seems to be a bit of...An ass.

Just slightly manipulative and rude language towards his only living child it's fine-

Ah yes. He also demands physical affection.

We get Michael's age, he's 23 aka still a damn baby.

Also, William and Michael are British.

Since we're on voices:

Mike Schmidt would sound like Legoshi from Beastars lmfao. I imagine Bonnie with a new York accent. Freddy sounds like a lady.

We finally get to see what Ennard and Michael interact like together...

Michael doesn't seem to put up with him.

Ennard's kind of a prick.

Also apparently they have a HISTORY.

One that involves Michael talking shit about his father...

For people who know shit about the games: Yes Ennard is possessed by the same person from the games.

Hah Michael tricked him.

Okay so everyone in Michael's life is manipulative towards him.

Neat.

Also Ennard is a raging hypocrite.

Also conformation William is an owner not just a robot maker. (Can't remember if this was brought up earlier again some of these pages are 2 years old lmfao)

Also this comic assumes you got SOME Fnaf knowledge. I'd hope it's still interesting for those of you who are here for my other stuff! XD

Like ouch Ennard ya don't gotta be such a jerk.

Also Mike is cute.

This panel unironically is one of my favorites because this man doesn't scream in terror at any of the terrifying robots:

It's the gay guy he's trying to befriend he screams like a little girl at.

Another help wanted joke about the Faz token under the cupcake in the office.

Michael just wants to hang out with Mike obviously.

Despite all the shit he's clearly going through dude puts on a very pointy smile.

This man is built like a cat.

Lol they made pizza together. How cute.

Hah bro is apologizing for something he didn't even do nor has control over-

Is it obvious Michael is abused yet?

Going real unsubtle here: Everything about Michael shows off he has been abused in some way shape or form.

Michael wants to think he's being friendly for reals despite clearly having second thoughts due to Ennard.

Bro is desperate for a connection with someone.

Also

Pff.

Mike c'mon Bonnie's so sweet how could you- X'D

Few things: William doesn't "Let" Michael do things.

If it wasn't apparent he was controlling as hell before it sure is now.

Also Michael is embarrassed of his interests.

Also the locker:

Again we see an instance of Michael going by "Mike" as his locker literally just has a piece of paper tapped over it adding the rest of his name lmao.

Michael is used to being toyed around with that is sad.

Bonnie continues to be a sweetheart even when he's off screen. X'D

Mike attempts to relate to Michael's interests once again.

Also another instance of Bonnie lying his ass off about how close Michael and him are:

He knows Michael's locker combination and puts gifts in there lmao.

Mike clearly likes that plush a lot. Maybe he likes Chica a lot lmao. Who knows.

One thing to note:

If Michael's working day shifts and night shifts...when does he sleep?

Grant it, it isn't ALL THE TIME but still bro's sleep schedule must be OBLITERATED.

Oh hi giant floating head in the hallway you're stalking Michael too huh?

This is just two sides of someone's brain arguing with itself that the entire positive interaction they just had was terrible AND the other party hates them.

And that comparison only makes more sense down the road.

Yeah Michael you tell him. You don't need to take that from him.

Jeremy's a cool dude.

Also the fact the kids pay no mind to this argument is funny.

Also Ennard taking genuine offense to Jeremy being a better friend lmao. Anyone can be a better friend than Ennard. X'D

We hit the image limit but oh boy. So much joy in this update.

[little-peril-stories]

My Most Common Tropes

I was tagged by @i-can-even-burn-salad in this post. (....in August, lol.) Thanks, Elli!

Rules: Look back on your work, both past and present, finished and unfinished. What are five to ten narrative elements or tropes that continuously pop up in your work?

OPEN TAG

My most common tropes and narrative elements are....

Angst

Girl Power

Violence & Power Dynamics

(Sad) Family Stuff

Slow Burn

Classic Big Bad Villains

And because I'm me, find four billion examples below the read more. :)

✨ Angst

What more can I say? I love it when my characters are sad. And hurting. And feeling hopeless. And helpless.

No matter what I do, I can’t move. I can’t get to her. I’m helpless. I’m useless. Maybe that’s all I’ve ever been—failing Jamie, failing IA, and now I’m going to fail Bree, too. - TPOT

What difference did it make? He would take her home, and she’d be his pretty possession once again, and every choice she’d made to escape the fate she’d so foolishly chosen for herself four years before would mean absolutely nothing. - TQOL

Yes, the thief thought, he was lucky. Lucky to have had Bree—who didn’t even know him—and her gentle hands on his skin, taking care of him for reasons he didn’t know or understand, doing something for him when he could never, ever pay her back. [...] Lucky that she was real, and that she had been there. Lucky, most of all, that she was gone, and that he would never see her again, because if he did, he’d have to face all over this alien, unwelcome pain of farewell. - TQOL

Being dead and suffering through some kind of purgatory was the least palatable option he’d come up with, yet the scholar half-hoped it was true. If he had died, the hell he was living through now was the false reality. It would eventually crumble into oblivion, blown away on the wind with his ashes, or buried in the ground with his decomposing corpse. - Man of Letters

✨ Girl Power

Action Girl / Plucky Girl / Determinator

Pour one out for my girls Bree, Colette, Alice, Fen, Ivy, Bridget, Nalia, Oriana, Ker, and Balain. Even when they're fucking up, which they do a lot, they're making it through and, in some cases, saving the day. Girls rule, boys drool. (shhh I'm just kidding)

Those same fears come back, renewed and armed with sharper, more vicious teeth than before. But so, too, does that promise. And even though the wind is just as cold as it was that night, and even though what I am leaving behind is infinitely more precious than what I abandoned four years ago, the taste of freedom on the wind is just as sweet. - TPOT

“Put the princess in a pair of pants and watch what happens.”- TQOL

“I chased a fucking wagon across this goddamn city. And then I chased a carriage across it again. I nearly got trampled twice. Do not fucking start with me.” - TQOL

They didn’t know what they were getting themselves into when they decided to kidnap me. I hope I get the chance to make them regret it. - TCOR

“I may be dying,” she said, her voice trembling with fury, “but I’m not dead. And I’m not going to lie around waiting to die, either.” - Book 1

✨ Violence & Power Dynamics

Violence is the Only Option / Jack Bauer Interrogation Technique / No-Holds-Barred Beatdown / Restraints / I Will Punish Your Friend For Your Failure / Defiant Captive

No respite—the rope grew tight again, accompanied now by Baden Hatchett’s hand on his chin. “Tried to take what wasn’t yours, and when she was rightfully repulsed by you, you thought you’d get to me another way instead?” - TQOL

I can’t suppress the cry that escapes as he twists and presses his fingertips against the wound. - TPOT

“Answer me,” the prince said softly, tightening his grip just enough that the scholar’s jaw began to ache. - Man of Letters

“Try to run away and I’ll let him drown your friend,” she said, digging her fingers into Nalia’s arm. - Book 1

✨ Family Stuff

Annoying Younger Sibling / Disappointing Older Sibling / Dead Parents / Abusive Parents

When Will kept bouncing, seeming not to hear their mother’s question, Jamie picked up one of his brother’s abandoned socks from the floor, crushed it into a ball, and hurled it at his head. - TPOT

“No one says anything. No one. Even you. You got arrested and you never fucking told me and he had that old record and that’s how he knew your name, and I can’t believe you never said anything, for fuck’s sake, and that happened when Ma was still alive—” - TPOT

The entire time I was in jail, truly believing and even hoping that my brother had skipped town and saved himself and left me to die, I never wanted to hurt him as much as I do right now. - TCOR

A knife under the ribs. It was Bridget’s fault. “I didn’t—I should’ve—I know I waited too long to go to the feds. I’m going to regret it forever, you know.” - Fen and Freddie

“Keeping me here to suffer more because your mother died on you, that’s not fair.” I know these words will hurt her. I don’t care. “I watched my ma die, too.” - TPOT

“My mother…she used to. She lives in the country now.” A distant look came into his eyes. “My dad’s dead. Of the fever. When it came here.” - Book 1

The soft words of her mother often came to her in such moments—the gentle but fragmented counsel that had helped Cecilia Cooper through her own marriage to Silas Cooper, a bitter man prone to temper and partial to drink. Stay with me, my love, she had whispered so often, and I will keep you safe. A mostly empty promise, untrue but well-meant; Breanna had known even then that her mother had tried her best. Let’s practice some sums, she would sometimes say, smoothing away her daughter’s tear-damp locks, watching the door with a frantic eye in case the handle began to turn. - TQOL

✨ Slow Burn

Make them go through a billion and a half awkward moments and almosts before they kiss!

Almost Kiss / Rescue Romance / Sleep Cute

I bet that hair practically glows red when the sun hits it just right. Especially in the light of sunset, when the sky turns to pink and orange flame. - TPOT

Dawn, of course, does not reach us inside our cell. Its rays can’t drift inside and wake us gently, can’t illuminate our fingers that remained entwined through the night; perhaps it is some innate, natural understanding that it’s almost time to rise that makes my eyes flutter open. A pair of hazel ones stares back. - TPOT

Are we closer than we were a minute ago? Can I better see the flutter of her eyelashes, glittering with tears, as she looks up at me, her cheeks pale, her lips parted to let every frightened breath pass, her hair brushing against her skin in perfect disarray? - TPOT

This was different: lovely, potent, thrilling. Like silken threads woven with bronze, like some entity of creation had crafted this man from warm earth and molten metal. - TQOL

This gaze burned like sunshine—like spring, like warmth on meadow grasses, like the glint of golden light off a pond. It burned, and it didn’t waver, and she knew where he was looking when he shifted a strand of damp hair away from her neck. - TQOL

He fixed her with that annoyingly penetrating gaze, like she was a book he wanted to read. - Book 1

✨ Big-Bad Style Villains

Big Bad / Lack of Empathy / Blaming "The Man" / The Chessmaster / Implacable Man / Evil Gloating

“Mouth off to her again,” he said softly, “and I’m going to make you very sorry.” - Book 1

“Oops,” Brockhurst said. “That might have broken a rib. Or several.” - Fen and Freddie

“Look at you. You’re no hero,” Hatchett says. My eyes fly open again. “A thief is all you are—a terrible one at that. Iustitia aecum, indeed.” He bares his teeth. “You and the others, you wear your guise of honour. Still, you are nothing more than lowlife, thieving criminals. Her, just as much as you.” He scoffs. “She says you saved her, once upon a time. Today, you will not.” - TPOT

“I most certainly am not mistaken,” says Jean Regent. “I did hope we could be civil from the start, but if you continue to be evasive and spout pointless lies, then I am afraid I shall have to resort to more barbaric measures rather quickly.” - TCOR

“Remember this, will you?” Regent lifts the poker from the hearth. “Remember that I could have ended your sorry life and chose not to. Remember that I showed you mercy. And remember…” His smile widens to a grotesque, gaping grin. “Remember that if you anger me again, the girl pays the price.” - TCOR

OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO FUN THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME IN THIS AHH

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book Four of…]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 2 out of 5

Holy shit. This is definitely my favorite so far! Julian… I don’t know what to say. He’s everything I want in a live action Jafar- brown skin, tattoos, morally gray personality. I love that he’s the total villain and has set plans, only for those plans to unravel right before his very eyes.

And Yasmin! I loved her. I was so scared I was gonna hate her because she was so infatuated with Aidan… but her eyes were really opened in this.

I loved the family and relationship angst, and watching Julian come to certain realizations. You think Yasmin is a spoiled princess, but she is not. And I love her even more for it. Especially when Julian treats her the way he does in order to make her less helpless.

Normally I’m a huge fan of the fast-paced romance, but this slow burn was everything!

* So I’m just gonna state the obvious. Yasmin is “Jasmine” and Julian is “Jafar”… right?

* Damn. Only the prologue and Julian is already taking out his competition.

* Ahhh. And Aidan is “Aladdin”. Got it.

* Lol. Julian thought Yasmin would freak when she spotted him watching Aidan eating her out, but it seems it turned her on instead. It’s Julian that’s fucked 😂

* Yikes. Daddy wants her to get married and be “taken care of”. She loved Aidan though and knows her dad won’t approve. But now Julian is thinking of marrying her and then killing her after the dad dies. This is so messy lol.

* I love Riya. Yasmin needs to listen to her bestie.

* Oohhhh. Interesting. Julian is offering a deal to Yasmin and Aidan, and Aidan will do anything..? Julian thinks he’s power hungry and doesn’t like Yasmin and much as she likes him.. 🤔 Could Aidan be using her..?

* Holy shit. He killed another of Yasmin’s suitors 😂 Dude really wants that diamond company.

* Oh fuck ahaha. Julian played Yasmin and Ali like a fucking fiddle. HE KNEW that Ali would accept his daughter’s choice no matter what, but he still worked his way in AND got Aidan out of the picture. For now.

* “You can make me wear your ring,” I hiss, “and parade me around with your last name, but I will never bow for you.” // He smirks. “We’ll see.” — Damn.

* Damn. That officer disrespected Yasmin and Julian made him pay for it with his life. I love a protective man, even if Yasmin doesn’t know he’s that protective.

* Oh my god… I hope Yasmin stands up for Julian if his mother tries any shit.

* Wow. His mom is a cunt.

* I can’t believe I’m 250 pages in and STILL NO FUCKING! This really is a slow burn.

* Damn. Julian eats pussy like a champ 😂 I can’t believe he didn’t fuck her tho. Why does he wanna hear that she’s his when he still plans to kill her 🤔 He’s doubting his plan now, huh.

* Ian and Jeannie are fucking traitors. I think. And with Yasmin’s fake will and plans to kill Ali if he doesn’t die soon… someone’s gonna tell Yasmin and it’s gonna break her heart because she’s starting to like Julian 🤦🏻‍♀️ So messy.

* Why the fuck is Jeannie so sketchy rn.

* “I want your blood and your anger and your violence and your lust. I want your smiles and your tears and your insolent fucking mouth. I want to reach into your chest and hold your heart in my hands, making sure it only beats for me. But I don’t want your firsts, Yasmin. I want your forever.”

* She chose Julian! Fucking finally.

* Ohhh. So that’s why Jeannie was acting sketchy. But Julian’s plans have changed… now all Yasmin needs to do is have an actual conversation with him before jumping to conclusions.

* FUCK YOU, IAN. I HOPE JULIAN KILLS YOU!

* Why would Aidan take the lamp? Greedy fucker.

* Holy fuck. Aidan was playing Yasmin for a fool the entire time. What a greedy little bitch.

* Oh my god. They love each other and I’m so happy lol.

[gojoidyll]

Wah, fuck you Gepard. How dare he!!! I trusted youuuuuuuuuu.

I kinda feel bad for Bladie since I was slandering him so badly but he was fricking innocent. Sorry Bladie pie :(

And Jing yuan! Jing yuan,jing yuan,jing Yuan. I would slap him and refuse to leave, like bitch, you don’t tell me what to do anymore. Idgaf if I get offed bcz of this, I’d still slap him.

Sooo, interview timeeee:

1. Is it that papa y/n doesn’t know that his daughter’s gonna be used for sacrifice? Cuz it doesn’t make any sense why he would agree to that since he seems to love y/n a lot.

2. Since Sunday mentioned something about having fei fei kidnap her, I find it hard to believe fei fei is on our little princess’s side.

3. OR it seems like fei fei is a spy for Jing yuan after all? Maybe the ‘hunt’ jiaoqiu, moze and yuan was talking about wasn’t borisin, y/n’s family, but Sunday? So a chicken hunt? I’m reminded of the time I used to terrorize my grandparent’s chickens as a kid 😭😭😭

4. I think yuan knew the key was fake from the moment geppie came over to hand it to y/n, which would make sense why he called it an “interesting piece of jewelry” or smth along those lines. Did he know???

5. Thinking about why blade was sad, maybe he knows y/n would die temporarily? I think he loved past y/n but past y/n never loved him back. If this is true, poor man is catching L’s left, right, center, up, and, down.

6. Bruh, geppie pissed me off so bad, like mtfkr, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you. Is he gonna get a redemption arc?

7. I think I’d like to see a bigger scene of jealous Jing yuan where instead of being outward abt it, he’s more silent buttt, he will proceed to get rid of said third person. Will we have a scene like that? Pleaseeee?

8. Yuan, dhil, and Bladie seem to have a plan…could it be that they’ll use fei fei to distract Sunday?

9. Will we get a flash back scene of how past y/n and past yuan met? Cuz I think they also would have a rocky start at first but it’s sort of a “X person fell first, Y person fell harder” yk???

10. And the long awaited compression shirt yuan is hereeeee 🤤🤤🤤. I’m literally thinking of Jing yuan’s way of tryna seduce y/n will be the compression shirt and doing pushups with her on his back. What do u think?

11. Sunday mentioned that if he knew y/n was his past lover, he wouldn’t have killed her so I don’t think he was serious when he threatened to cut her down in the training grounds. More of something to scare her away?

12. Yuan has definitely been cooking, I wouldn’t be surprised if papa y/n actually ends up backstabbing Sunday bcz maybe papa y/n, yuan, geppie and fei fei are all in on the plan to hunt Sunday?

13. Fei fei fei…kiss scene?

14. Why do I feel like there’s some sort of sexual tension between y/n and Sunday??? Like he pulled her into his lap??? Yooo, yuan would NOT like that.

I think this is all for my interview, hehe.

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I really wish if hoyo ever did a skin for yuan, they make him half naked like Mydei 😭😭😭. Author, am I being too delulu? All I want for cny is a jing yuannnn

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Do you have any song recs for me? Cuz my playlist is getting kinda meh. Preferably something that suits the respective chars of the emperor au?

I think “blue by yung kai” really suits past yuan

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And I can’t wait for empress y/n. Our little princess is growing upppppp!!

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I hope you had a fun time reading my ask!!!! even tho I’ll probably ask more tonight, oop, hehe. Have a good nightttt ❤️❤️

Gepard trying not to betray y/n in any story i write: impossible.

Blade 😔

1. Dear dad knew and thought sacrificing his daughter to stop jy was the best choice of action (the dick-)

2. She was, in fact, not on the princess' side

3. 😔 she's on her own side, whether she believed Sunday to be the right choice or not... 👀

4. He knew it was fake ;)

5. Blade, I'm afraid, will always love y/n no matter what book i write (im selfish like that cause he was the reason why I started playing hsr lol. Started for blade, stayed for jy)

6. He gets better ^-^

7. I already have a plan for that 😌

8. Sadly no

9. That scene will show up, but it'll be a little later

10. Definitely!!! 💯

11. Yeah, he wouldn't have hurt her again. He just wanted her to leave

12. Sadly, y/n's dad doesn't betray sunday

13. Maybe.

14. 🫣

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song recs... let's see what I got in my playlist (sorry if you know some of these already)

Burning Down - Alex Warren

GIRLS - The Kid LAROI

i like the way you kiss me - artemas

Breathe - Olly Alexander

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

All the Stars - SZA

It's ok I'm ok - Tate McRae

Carry you Home - Alex Warren

Strangers - Kenya Grace

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I can't wait for empress y/n too!!

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I always have fun 💞

[m1ckeyb3rry]

i finally got to catch up with the new sith chapters, i've been busy vacationing after school🥱 it's a great feeling to come home to several new chapters waiting lol

this is for chapter 21 btw:

i LOVE, love cordelia. she's such a girl's girl and i love how she didn't hold on a grudge against the o/c, she's soooo sweet. her thinking friedrich probably doesn't know her name😭 that's such a friedrich thing tbh

"... someone who isn’t so inextricably linked with another girl already." omg. everyone knows. like now i'm also curious of how they broke up??? like was cordelia like "ooohhh... so you're in love with your best friend and you're leaving me" or did she play the fool or something???

"... knowing full well you could never withstand torture. Not you, you were at heart a self-interested person who’d sell out Marley if it meant saving your own skin." this is an interesting take on o/c's character, and these bits are my favorite parts of this story. the o/c not being a traditional "hero" and acting against it (even getting annoyed when called one) is new and much much more realistic than idealist mcs who are willing to die for a noble cause so selflessly.

i truly enjoyed o/c and marek's conversation. she definitely needed to see the other side of the war and the consequences of her sacrifice. her idea might've led to something horrible, but it was either the enemy or themselves. i'm so glad that she was reminded that whatever she had done, it wasn't in vain and it had some positive outcomes for them. and not just for the military, but for people as well.

i love filler chapters like this! it's intriguing to dive into the o/c's life and character without getting lost in the action.

I hope you had a great vacation!! LMAO yes I’ve been trying to at least update SitH even though I’ve been slacking with updating literally everything else 😭

— yess I really wanted to subvert tropes w this fic and cordelia is a character I tried to do that with!! She’s definitely such a girls’ girl and I honestly just felt like writing her and Y/N to hate each other over a man would do a disservice to both of their characters and make them sm flatter and less 3D. Also friedrich definitely does know cordelia’s name but I’ll leave it open to interpretation whether that’s because his BFF dated her or because he just like. Remembers her name from when general magath introduced her to the trio

— SDJLSJS yes it’s like public knowledge at this point literally everyone knows but they all just kind of ignore it. I feel like it wasn’t a super intense break up or anything they just were like “okay this actually is not working for…reasons…” and moved on. I doubt either of them explicitly said why but it was definitely heavily implied

— Y/N as a character is like my favorite thing abt SitH I feel like I peaked with writing her tbh. I think the most interesting thing is that for the first few chapters it seems like she’s going to be the classic hero who chooses good and is super righteous and rises above her circumstances but then she just…doesn’t take that path. Whether she’s a hero or a villain really just depends on which pov you look at it from!! But I agree that she could never really be considered the stereotypical noble Hero and she herself recognizes that and hates when people think that’s who she is because it’s not

— marek’s physical state (specifically his face) is meant to directly reflect Y/N’s emotional state, and in accepting him despite how he was affected by the war, she began to finally accept herself despite how SHE was affected by the war. In real life, conflicts aren’t black and white, so while Y/N’s idea was definitely reprehensible, the other side wasn’t completely innocent either (although, of course, the people directly impacted by her idea — the Eldians — arguably were). For as many people that she hurt and as many lives that she destroyed, she also managed to save at least one, and that’s enough to at least allow her to start moving on

I feel like the filler chapters have been dragging on sm 😭 but at least if all goes to plan there’s only one more chapter left of “the gang hangs out in liberio” and then there will be…not necessarily ACTION but new situations and whatnot

[bistaxx]

I find it really funny when people draw or make posts about c!Q and k!Q where c!Q is the 'evil, sneaky, scary and cruel' one to k!Q's 'innocent, doe-eyed, kind, and good" self, because like I feel rather confident in saying that k!Q is the worse one of the two LOL

/pos

[dies-first]

Would you want blizz designers to make a hanzo skin with his new look (from the holiday comic)? I think it would be p cool

FAM U KIDDING?>

How terrifying would it be to just see a guy so confident in his skills to murder you that he just shows up late with starbucks after getting his side shave all cleaned up, aiming his bow with one hand bc he Can, head shotting u across the map, then kicking ur corpse off the ledge with his latest Adidas shoes, saying something like “I got out of bed for this? u n a c c e p t a b l e”

[somedayslater]

Chapter 408 - random thoughts

Ah my i almost never go here, but those last chapters are really merciless ! I just want to write random thoughts, especially after reading @5x-ra​ own analysis (thanks for your post @5x-ra​, really interesting) !!

1. I dont understand why people are saying She Li is a coward for running. He’s not just running away -because if he was, he would have disappeared and would not have waited for He Tian to try and ambush him. He’s just not an idiot ; what’s the point for him to stay around and get his face smashed ? The difference in level in fighting is clear, he doesnt stand a chance against HT. HT was born and trained as a fighter ; isnt HT the one who is cheating, choosing a way to resolve the conflict with his fists, knowing he can only win X) ?

She Li’s shtick is manipulating people, getting under their skin, planning in advance. It was never brute force, and we rarely see him fighting -he uses other people for that. It’s not bad per se, it just means he’s intelligent ; too bad he uses it for nefarious purposes lol. If he was a nice character, I’m sure people would find it clever for him to run away from the fight scene, find a weapon, and ambush HT. But yeah because his role is to be the antagonist and because his main goal is just to make other people miserable, it’s hard to be impressed by this, instead most of the readers wants to see his face smashed and for him to rip the consequences of his actions lol.

2. I think in the scene where Mo smashes his face from behind, SL is livid, not necessarily afraid ! But yeah, the interpretation of him being afraid is also strongly supported by the manwha. But I think She Li must be thinking, “how dare you do that to me ? how dare you oppose me, now of all time ?” Especially, because Mo do the same thing to SL that SL did to the old man who tried to kill Mo. It’s an ironic twist of the same situation.I’m not sure about SL feelings towards Mo, maybe he he loves in his own twisted way, in a really “i own him” way -he even said almost this sentence a few times. So, for She Li, Mo attacking him is like your own dog biting you after you hit him. SL think he has a right to mistreat Mo : he owns Mo, it’s his possession, and so if he beats him to teach him his place, it’s just rough love kind of. But for Mo to react back, it’s a betrayal. And that’s why SL doesnt hesitate : he tries to actually kill Mo, like @5x-ra​ said piercing him in the head ??? wtf. Like an owner hitting his dog too many times, killing it in a fit of rage, because his dog dared to bite back, SL honestly think Mo deserves to die for opposing him. man...

3. Honestly, isnt this story a story about how adults fail the children again and again lol ? There’s no adults around, except HC and Qiu who are like “ok do what you want, just no killing”. I know it’s because the manhwa is destined for a young audience (? maybe), and a young audience identify themselves with the protagonists and so doesnt want annoying parents taking care of them. Even tho, like what the hell haha

4. Altho i do love the last few chapters, am I the only one who is getting kind of annoyed by this “damsel in distress” version of Guan Shan ? We fell in love with MGS because he was a nasty, feisty, dirty ball of fluff. It was the contradictions that was enchanting : he try to fight innocent jyan yi WITH HIS GROUP just because, he throws a rock at ZZX head, he insults everyone and refuse to socialise, he’s mean to the girls who just say hello to him. He insults HT non-stop, often times it’s fair (HT was really cynical at the time), sometimes it’s hypocrite : why cry because HT is mean to him when literally he ambushed JY over nothing ? He’s proud and think he’s better than others because he’s not a hypocrite, but then he have nothing to show off either. And then at the same time he’s oddly loyal, righteous, and honest. It was what attracted HT. And the appeal to their relationship was this pull and push. Mo was as strong as HT in this psychological game.

But since a few chapters, Mo stopped pushing so much. And it’s nice ! It means there’s actually a relationship being constructed between HT and Mo. But then it became really unbalanced. Because HT continues to pull, and Mo just do... nothing. He’s blushing and not looking in the eyes. He does this bc HT wants to, he does that because HT says so... ok he makes a (weak) scene, and thats all. He’s like loosing his character ? He’s becoming more and more passive, he’s a character where things are being done to him and not a character who is doing things.

And it makes me afraid ! because the same thing happened to ZZX and JY. Remember : we all liked zhanyi because because it was two strong characters, with different feelings, desires, behaviours, etc. JY was always the most active one in the relationship, but ZZx had a personality : remember the confession scene ? the kidnapping scene ? You could really feel who ZZX was. And then, once he began to reciprocate JY’s feelings, his character... disappeared.

Like honestly i dont mean to offend, but ZZX right now ? He’s a street lamp. A sexy, stylish streetlamp, but a streetlamp. He could disappear from the story, you could replace by a photography for JY to droll over, it would be the same. And it makes me sad ! But that’s the reason i’m totally disengaged from zhanyi now. Zhanyi is : Jyan Yi does something ->ZZX is.... here I guess. Once again, a character where things are done to him. He’s just kind of hanging out, and we know JY care about him because JY says he cares about him, but there’s nothing to show for it. It’s been years I think, where all ZZX is doing is sighing, patting JY shoulders, oh and last chapter he ran in the hospital. Where he still is probably.

And I’m so afraid the same thing is going to happen to Mo :0 !! Like, now he mellows and kind of reciprocate HT’s feelings, so he’s just becoming someone who stand by, cry, and run. The main character is HT, and Mo is here to look at him. He’s loosing his personality !! I dont want him to disappear. I dont want Old Xian to do the active one who initiates all the actions x the passive one who says “ahh” “ooh” when the active one do something. Please OX dont do that T_T

Hoping the trend will change soon... even if Mo doesnt want to fight anymore, or scream anymore, he doesnt have to become boring. It’s a strong fit to socialize with others when all your life you have been shunned, to learn to trust and love again, there’s a way of depicting it where Mo keeps his strong, fierce personality, without it meaning he’s automatically reverting back to fighting and insulting.

PHEW here it is, my two cents.

[zolusbian]

Your fics got me into lacho hyperfixation hell. I have reread all of them two or three times this week alone. You're just so good at their characterization, I love your work. Do you have any advice for writing them? Both in general and any thoughts on how they'd vibe in an au where Lalo meets Season 1/2 Nacho? Lalo is just a slippery character for me to get a grasp on, and I feel like Nacho really changed from earlier seasons but his lack of screentime makes the details and nuances a bit blurry.

hey! thanks so much for the ask!!! and wow, that's a lot of rereading, ha.

as far as writing them, i've been thinking about how i would summarize it. lalo is definitely the harder character to write for but i always say that the upside to writing him is getting to lovingly describe, like, nacho's eyelashes and bow legs, lol.

so here are some general guidelines.

nacho

nacho speaks only what needs to be spoken. he is not verbose nor particularly eloquent. his speech in 6x03 didn't change my mind about this--that's a special occasion. he is also prone to being crude about things, especially in the earlier seasons. ("you're shitting me." "looks like a schoolbus for five-year-old pimps.")

despite what the reality is, nacho has convinced himself that he is doing everything for his dad and that he has a conscious/he's better than everybody else. nacho is a liar to everybody including himself, about everything. this can be tricky to write, because you have to fight the impulse to tell what's really going on to the reader, so trust your reader's intelligence! alternatively, when you go really angsty (as i am prone to do), you can have nacho have moments of self-realization and then bury them with something like sex, alcohol, drugs, or working out. or just zoning out on the couch with amber and jo's mac and cheese or something.

regarding amber and jo: nacho feels a certain detached protectiveness. they are his morality pets. they are there to keep his bed warm. they are there for mindless sex and to make him feel like he's doing something, i.e., housing them and giving them drugs. the fandom joke that they're his housecats is pretty much accurate. he's kinda shitty about it, but nacho is a kind of a shitty guy.

nacho is smart but not too smart. he does not achieve complete self-awareness and he does not think his plans through. he is prone to thoughtless, impulsive actions that he thinks are well-planned (hector's murder.) this is the key thing i have to say about writing nacho: nacho thinks he's better than everybody, but he's not.

lalo

lalo is not incapable of love, empathy or sympathy!!! he is perfectly capable of those things, he just has a fucked-up, salamana-influenced moral code that disregards most people. lalo loves his family, especially his uncle and yolanda (i will die on that hill--he greets her like a man greeting his mama!!!). if he lets you into his circle--which is nearly impossible and something nacho accomplished through the skin of his teeth--he will extend emotions to you. he just simply doesn't care about most people.

relatedly, lalo is not needlessly cruel. it may look like it, but he's practically cruel. he doesn't kill margeritte (sp) or her dog because he doesn't have to, there's no reason to suspect him; he kills hector and the travelwire guy because it's easier to eliminate witnesses. that being said, he can enjoy warranted violence perfectly well--the bell story exemplifies this, but still, in his mind, there was a reason for the violence.

lalo is gay and also does not see women as people. (these are two separate points, but in lalo's mind, are related.) yolanda is the exception because she's not a Woman, she's Mom.

lalo is prone to flourished speech and is a physical talker. it's a nice complement to nacho, who stands there stone-faced and goes "Sure." or "Nah." to everything.

lalo also thinks he's better than everybody. he kinda is. he's not baselessly confident.

a random pet peeve for both of them: i don't like random spanish in fics unless it's something untranslatable ("mijo" for example). i prefer indicating whether they're speaking in english or spanish. i have lacho talk pretty exclusively in spanish with each other, but either way works, really. (i enjoy the headcanons about lalo thinking nacho's chicano spanish is shit, lmao.)

NOW about the au--lalo would be completely charmed by nacho! i think nacho would have to go through the impressing lalo thing, but this time proving he's not just some over-pompous low-level street guy. lalo might be weary and not take nacho as seriously at first. then nacho would reveal some of his inner smarts, bat his eyelashes and swing his hips or whatever, and lalo would go AWOOGAH with cartoon eyes popping out of his head. maybe they'd take down the cartel together, or maybe nacho would prove lalo's fatal flaw. who knows! we'll find out if i ever get around to writing this fic.

i hope this helped! :)

[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

Play - OT7 Ceo au Drabble part 5 / Hyung line focus

Caution: fluff and mean teasing ahead. Continuation from part 4 (takes place before part one) please let me know what you think, I still need to edit blush lol

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Namjoon, Hobi and Jin are busy when you walk into drop the papers on Yoongi’s desk, they still greet you fondly while working and you bow deeply taking your leave. You don’t take a step out of the office when a hand comes across the door frame stopping you in your tracks.

Yoongi hides the mischief under his own skin better than the youngest CEOs but you can still see a glint of it as he smirks at you like you’ve been caught red handed. Well you had mere moments ago and you were hoping he wasn’t going to bring it up, seems like you were wrong.

“Did you have fun Kitten?” He saunters forward and you take a step back, why were these men hell bent on killing you today.

“Fun?” Hobi looks up from his paperwork and frowns questioningly at you.

Yoongi’s smirk grows wider as your mouth opens like a fish out of water, unable to speak a word as the heat in your cheeks returns with revenge. He gives you a fake look of pity at the pleading look in your eyes, did he feel cruel? A little, but why should the maknaes have all the fun?

You remember a time when he used to be stoic and mysterious, a time when he didn’t really used to speak to you unless it was work related, a time before you broke down his barriers and released this monster that loved to tease and torture you. What would it take to go back before you unleashed Min Yoongi from his shell to save you from this moment? He was as bad as Jimin, he just hid it better.

“Sunshine?” Hobi asks again after you don’t answer, and you narrow your eyes at his friend in distaste. You cannot believe the audacity of Min Yoongi.

“Cat got your tongue Y/n?” He looks pleased with himself, his gummy teeth on show, arms crossed and waiting. Damn these men if they think you were going to go down without a fight, this kitten’s got claws.

“I had lunch with Tae, Jiminie and Kookie,” you turn back and smile at Hobi, “I hope that’s okay.”

Hoseok arches his eyebrow in question to the man almost laughing behind you, why was this being brought up, it didn’t sound like a big deal. Jin and Namjoon also look confused but don’t look up from their papers, listening to the conversation instead.

Yoongi scoffs at your answer, “that’s not what it looked like to me.”

Namjoon could hear the jealousy in his tone even though he masked it up well, now he was interested.

“What did it look like beautiful girl?” Jin asks curiously.

Damn Min Yoongi to hell! You turn back to scowl at him, and he tries to stop the laugh at how cute his kitten looked when she was pissed at him. He crosses his arms expectedly, not uttering a word to save you. How on Earth were you meant to explain what happened when you couldn’t make sense of it yourself!

“I-I umm, I-I don’t know what it must’ve looked like,” you stutter out, “the guys were just...”

But remembering their touches and sultry gazes was bringing more heat up to the surface of your skin, you bite your lip and no one misses the action.

“... checking up on me?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Jungkook was massaging Kitten’s back while Taehyung was feeding her strawberries and who knows what Park Jimin was doing but knowing him he probably orchestrated the whole thing.”

You wanted to die on the spot, it didn’t sound that bad but these were your bosses and you were their employee this was beyond unprofessional. Why was Yoongi doing this to you!

Namjoon raised his eyebrow with a mix of shock and more questions. Jin and Hoseok tried to hide their smirks knowing full well what the younger CEOs were like and what games they liked to play with you, considering the fact they were the ones to come up with them.

Maybe if you prayed really hard the ground would open up swallow you whole.

“Really beautiful girl?” Jin’s thick lips were spread into a smile that made your knees shake, why were all seven of them so unknowingly sexy? “Why were they doing that?”

What was this? An interrogation? Your brain still hasn’t caught up with the events of earlier today, you’d love to know why yourself. Yoongi doesn’t help you out this time, watching you flounder was much more fun, sadistic asshole that he was.

“Are you not feeling too good Sunshine?” The care in his voice didn’t match the look on his face, it was almost mocking. Hobi’s pout was lethal, cute but teasing, and you didn’t know whether he was genuinely concerned or picking on you.

“Did they make you uncomfortable baby girl?” Anyone else would hear the irony as he uttered the pet name but you paid no attention to it as you shook your head in answer, suddenly finding the words to defend the three absentee CEOs to save them from the wrath of Kim Namjoon.

“No we’re friends right? They were just messing around, I didn’t take it too seriously, you know what they’re like,” you stop yourself rambling on, squeezing your lips shut with your teeth.

“Friends?” Namjoon tries to conceal the disappointment tn in his tone, a single eye brow raising and you take it the wrong way.

“No, not friends, I mean I know you’re all my bosses it’s just you’re all so nice I guess I just thought of you all as friends but I know my boundaries Kim depyunim, I respect all my bosses.”

He sighs, “call me Namjoon, Y/n.”

Or Joonie or Namjoonie like you did when you were in a really good mood and forgot all about how to address him correctly, he loved it when you pushed professional boundaries and gave them a Nickname, he knew how much you loved yours whether you admitted to them or yourself or not.

“I don’t think that’s fair beautiful girl,” Jin pouted, “they got to comfort you and we didn’t.”

That was the moment your brain decided to shut down completely, it was already on its way out and it decided to leave your body, heart and soul to the mercy of four gorgeous men. You nearly jump at the hands wrapping around your waist from behind, a sigh from Yoongi behind you as he presses himself against your back, head resting against your own as if he was getting ready to sleep like this.

“Did I give you too much work Kitten?” He said with concern. Where your brain failed your heart was going into overdrive to compensate. He’s holding you so close you can’t breathe and you wonder if your lungs are going to fail on you too.

“N-no Min depyunim, i-it was fine I-I, I just got distracted.”

There’s a sound of disapproval vibrating through him to you and you feel it through his body.

“Why are those three ‘Tae, Jiminie and Kookie” and we’re so formally called sir, depyunim, and Mr?” The jealousy he was hiding in his tone before was clear in his voice now, annoyance coming out before he could think his words through. “Are you not as close to us Kitten?”

You bit back the voice that wanted to say look at how close you are now but you think you’ve made him upset so you don’t. How could they doubt how much you cared about them or how close you felt to them? Do you ever let anyone else do this shit to you!

“They’re younger than me, you guys are older I just naturally have more respect for you that’s all,” you try and explain.

“I thought we were all friends Sunshine?” Hobi’s tone is more serious than you’re used to and internally you panic that maybe you have actually upset them.

“I think you need to make it up to us,” Jin chimes in with his own more stern demeanour.

“M-m-make it up to you...” you’re too intimidated to ask how, you’ll know it’ll unlock too many scenarios in your head that you’d have to hide from showing on your face. Save it for home Y/n.

Yoongi nuzzles against you to remind you he’s there as if you could forget with how you can feel every part of him. They all wonder how the youngest of them can tease you without it being torture for themselves, Namjoon has to grip his desk at the breathy look on your face as you’re melded into the man behind you.

“I think you should ignore those meddling three and give us all your attention today,” Hobi suggests.

“Treat us with affection for a change,” Jin agrees. “More affection than you give them.”

The command is clear in his voice even though he says it lightheartedly, you were soft for the maknaes, it was their turn now.

“Affection...?” You beg your brain to restart and help you out, your legs feel like jelly and you’re sure you’re dying with how your body is failing you.

“Hold us, hug us, I’ve seen you kiss Taehyung on the cheek,” Yoongi whispers into your ear.

“That was a bet! Jimin made m-”

“Tsk sounds like excuses baby girl,” Namjoon narrows his eyes at you warningly. “You could just admit you’re not as comfortable with us as you are with them, we won’t take it personally.”

How do you explain that you do feel comfortable with them, too comfortable for it to be appropriate, that you love the attention they give you but are so afraid of giving it back in case you cross a line you can’t see. You could lose yourself in how much affection you want to give them so you keep a tight reign on your urges. But if they want you too...

“What if I take it too far?” Your voice is small and full of doubt.

“You won’t Sunshine, but we’ll tell you if you do,” Hobi smiles endearingly at you.

“Maybe we should have safe word?” Jin’s eyebrows wiggle suggestively and you pray no ones listening to this conversation.

“Lets do traffic lights,” Hobi sounds excited and Yoongi snickers into your hair at how the situation is escalating.

“What do you say baby girl?” The grin on their faces was all the reassurance you needed, they wait with baited breath for your answer.

You smile back brightly, “green.”

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You could feel the glares Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook were giving you. You were still in their office sitting next to Namjoon, both of you looking at his laptop. That was absolutely fine in their eyes, but why were you leaning in so close to the lead CEO.

You hadn’t said a word to the three much to their annoyance, the hyungs didn’t answer their questioning gazes but from the Cheshire grins on their faces it didn’t take a genius to figure out they had a hand in this.

“Do you think we went too far?” Jungkook whispers under his breath to Jimin as they both sat at their desks.

Jimin doesn’t take his eyes off your form and shakes his head, he could tell from the smug look on Yoongi’s face that he was the mastermind or perpetrator behind your new behaviour. If you really were angry with them you’d ignore them with confidence but the way you looked at Namjoon for reassurance told him something else. This was petty revenge, and the knowledge that you were going along with it irritates him to no end.

Taehyung tried every thing to get your attention, he was still adamantly standing in front of you and Namjoon pouting sadly at you, but you couldn’t look at him or you’d break, plus the firm hand on your thigh under the desk was also reminding you of your promise. You couldn’t win either way, you were literally in the middle of this childish game thinking you were the player both teams wanted, not realising you were the prize.

“Flower please look at me,” Taehyung could melt ice with his voice, he could command the Earth to stand still and it would for this beautiful man, who could deny him? You were struggling. “Are you not my good girl anymore?”

Namjoon’s fingers squeezed your leg harder knowing that Taehyung was playing dirty with your pet names. He could see your resolve breaking and he had to do something quick, they had to win this one.

He looks away from his laptop and stared longingly at you until you turned to meet his gaze, he gave you his best dimples, the only weapon that would strike Taehyung efforts down. The instant you saw the deep indentations on his cheeks you couldn’t help but smile back, the younger man in front of you both dropped his jaw defeated. It was like he didn’t exist and he really didn’t like that.

You notice a strand of hair not jelled back by Namjoon’s ear not even thinking when you push it back with your fingers, you’re so close... Namjoon’s breath hitches in his throat when he feels the warmth of you on his skin, you lean you arm onto him as your hand strokes his hair, not realising you were moving closer still eyes on his features and how sculpted his face looks. He’s so beautiful, you’ve never seen him so close. You let out a pleased hum forgetting about the predicament you were currently in.

“Joonie you’re so handsome,” you say absentmindedly and the rest of the room turns too quiet. He tries to swallow his sudden nerves, tries to stop the shy smile that takes over his features as he looks down away from you, dimples still intact. The rest of the CEOs watch their fearless leader turn to mush at one compliment from you, if their rivals could see him now.

The silence is broken by a scoff from the oldest of the maknaes and your reflexes have you meeting his narrowed displeased gaze... oops.

“Kitten I’m getting a headache,” Namjoon half resents Yoongi for taking you away from him, and half wants to thank him because he’s forgotten how to breathe with you so close. You stride over to the shortest of the CEOs who leans back in his chair with his eyes closed in pain. You don’t hesitate to stand behind him fingers on his forehead, gently massaging his temples. The groan of pain and pleasure leaves his lips as your hands go to work.

“Noona I’ve got a stomach ache,” Jungkook tries with the most pathetic voice he can muster. For your attention he could become the worlds greatest actor. You have to consciously cement your feet where they are to not run over to him too, you clench your jaw as you ignore the pained expression on the Maknae’s face.

“Wow Y/n’s so mean,” Jimin plays into his habit of talking about someone as if they’re not there. “She really is ignoring us after we took time out of our busy schedule to make sure she was alright.”

You bite your lip, you bite your tongue, the guilt was already getting too much, you look at Hobi pleadingly but he shakes his head knowing what your eyes were asking. You had to prove to them they meant as much to you as the youngest three did, but did it have to hurt so much, they all had your heart why did you have to play piggy in the middle over it.

The man under the ministrations of your fingers let out an exaggerated moan to grab your wavering attention.

“Kitten it really hurts,” he pouts up at you, you want to coo at how adorable he looks, if your colleagues could see the ‘stone’ man now.

“Kiss it better.” It’s not an option, you can see the daring glint in his eyes as he opens them to watch your reaction. Your fingers stop all movement and you look surprised but not uncomfortable. This you would expect from Park Jimin, but he would have to whine and fuss until you even thought about giving in, so you can imagine his displeasure and aggravation when you don’t put up a fight against Yoongi. Even Yoongi is shocked when you lean down to press your lips against his forehead, the sound of your kiss heard by every ear in the room.

“Better Sweetie?” You ask smiling. The gummy teeth are on show as he nods softly at you, unable to speak a word. He fights the shudder of delight that courses through his body, you purposefully gave him a kiss.

Sweetie? Did you seriously call Min Yoongi Sweetie?! Jimin seethes from across the room, jaw clenched and foot fidgeting under the table at the audacity of it all. You hadn’t called him Mochi since last years office party and he begged you to call him that, now you were giving the rest of them adorable nicknames?

Hobi lets out a big dramatic sigh, it didn’t matter how much of your attention he wanted he was a terrible actor, but he knew he didn’t have to be excellent at the skill, you’d play along anyway. It’s the adorable puppy dog eyes he gives you that has you rushing over to him as he types away at his laptop. You stand behind his desk chair and lean down to hug him while he worked, arms crossed across his shoulders, cheek leaning against the side of his head. They demanded affection, who were you to deny it.

“You’re such an Angel Y/n,” Hoseok says purposefully emphasising on Jimin’s pet name for you, knowing it would set him off. Call it silly but they were all territorial over their names for you, so this was a devastating low blow.

“Hyung!” Jimin calls out accusingly, but Hobi only snickers. He’d make it up to him another time.

“She really is a good girl,” Jin joins in smugly, as Taehyung looks at him in exasperation from where he’s now sat at his own desk. You were fun to tease but with you on their side during this game, the Maknaes were the next targets.

It’s Jin’s turn to make a noise of faux sadness, if you werent currently making a show with them you would’ve thought it was real.

“Beautiful girl do you think my face looks really puffy today?” He asks you with exaggerated tone. “I don’t feel very beautiful today.”

It’s your turn to bring out the acting skills as you let out an equally exaggerated gasp, starting to enjoy the role you’ve been playing since it gave you an excuse to get closer to the 4 you felt like you had distinct professional lines with.

“Jinnie don’t say that,” you frown disapprovingly, leaving the comfort of Hobi to cup the face of the oldest of the CEOs with both your hands, making him look up at you. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Really?” His tone is laced with amusement from the scene youre improvising with him, you can see it in the way he smiles.

“Sometimes when I’m working and you walk past, my mind goes blank because it can’t handle how good looking you are,” it’s a genuine confession disguised as a compliment. He starts chuckling but his ears go red from how affected he is by your words, he knows he’s good looking but hearing it from you made it mean more. You noticed, he didn’t care about the rest of the world.

“You’re pretty too Y/n,” he flirts back and it brings out a wider smile from you. “Cute as a bunny.”

“That’s it!”

They expected Taehyung or Jimin to break first, but it’s Jungkook that rises from his chair abruptly with a dark look over his features and his jaw clenched hard. His desk is closest to Jin’s so it doesn’t take him a second to reach you and tear you away from the oldest, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks out of the office with you, caution thrown to the wind. You’re too shocked to say a word but you tell yourself it’s the blood rushing to your head that’s making your cheeks feel so hot.

Thank heavens it was past 5 and no one else except the cleaners were in the building.