#must protect this poor motherfucker

[redflagshipwriter]

The Proposal

This mini fic was inspired by the anon prompt to @faeriekit linked here and all the development that Faeriekit did for the idea. This fic is perilously regional. I half expect angry yelling from other areas of the Midwest.

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Word count: 2718

Masterpost of my Archive Down Fics is here.

Jason came to with cream cheese stuck under his fingernails and in the creases of his fingers. He looked around the room wildly, trying to understand the situation he was in. The kitchen smelled fucking weird. He sniffed the air. Meat? Like, ham and also vinegar?

He washed his hands really well, grimacing at the greasy texture. Then he reconstructed what must have happened by the debris. This was not his first post-blackout rodeo, but usually he was reconstructing a literal crime scene.

There was an empty pickle jar on the countertop. There were packets of deli meat in the trash.

There was some kind of abomination on his nicest plate, which was obviously made of cream cheese wrapped around pickles, blanketed by the meat, and sliced thin like sushi rolls. It was lovingly protected by a perfect sheet of cling wrap.

“The fuck?” Jason said, a little scared and pissed off.

He paced the kitchen for a while and then went to pace on the balcony, because he needed a smoke to process this culinary abomination but something in his gut wailed at the tragedy of ruining it with cigarette smoke. Which was absurd, partly because the plate was in the refrigerator. He sensed in his bones that it needed to cool until the cream cheese was as hard as it would get, so that he could safely transport it. Transport it fucking where? Was this an assassination attempt against Batman? That sappy motherfucker was probably the only man in the world who would choke that down to make Jason happy.

He had a long drag on his cigarette and tried to ignore the way his fingers shook.

“Okay,” he said, squeezing his free hand shut and opening it. Maybe stimming would prompt his brain to go brr and explain this. “Did I have a stroke? Maybe I was possessed?”

It was hard to tell. He ground out his cigarette and tossed the butt in the tray before venturing back inside. He was calm. He was more centered. He flicked on the kitchen fan to clear out the pickle stink and then he went and put on his coat and grabbed the plate.

Why was he doing that?

The compulsion led him three blocks before he realized where he was going.

Not far away from the safehouse he was in, some college freshman had wasted the Joker when the clown tried to drag him into a van. He had called the police, crying the whole time in shock about being a murderer.

Jason had not been on the scene. He had only heard through comms. He had been out of town when the Joker got out. He had been rushing back on his bike, heart pounding and sick with nerves at the thought of his family out there without him.

And then the fucker had failed to secure the first victim for whatever sick play he’d had in mind, and the poor out of town kid who had apparently never heard of the Joker was breathing a sigh of relief that ‘oh, this wasn’t like, a birthday clown? Whew, that’s alright then,’ previous guilt over ending a life all gone.

Jason liked that. It was hugely undignified that the Joker had been got by someone who didn’t even know who he was. If he’d known, it would have killed his ego. As it was, Jason had laughed himself nearly sick before barricading himself inside to read the file Timmers put together on Danny Fenton.

Well. If his gut said that he should deliver this horrific dish to Fenton as thanks for the murder, well…

Jason grimaced. He just wouldn’t be seen doing it. If Fenton thought it was an assassination attempt and called the cops, Jason would never fess up.

He broke into Fenton’s apartment, very glad that the guy was in class at the moment. He mourned the loss of his plate but honestly, this was the least destructive black out he’d had, so it was whatever. He put the pickle rolls in the fridge, looked around, and then left. He was done. He’d thanked Fenton, or whatever (maybe he’d attacked him, honestly, Jason didn’t know how he would react to finding that trash in his fridge.)

It could end now.

The next morning, Jason scrubbed away a yawn and realized that he had just scraped a mess of chopped snickers bars into a bowl that already had clouds of something white and -

He took out a piece and bit into it to confirm that it was perfectly cubed green apple.

“I am possessed,” Jason said in horror, looking around the counter to see what the Pit Madness had cooked up this time. Why did the fucking Lazarus Pit know these recipes?

The white shit was a mix of cool whip and vanilla pudding, apparently. There was an untouched bottle of caramel sauce waiting innocently.

“...Does that go in?” Jason wondered, vaguely horrified.

Well, maybe an evil witch was doing this to him. Bottoms up. He poured caramel in until it felt right, guided by what had to be someone else’s goddamn ancestors, and then mixed it all up with a spoon.

This looked a lot better than the last thing. Jason scraped it into a bowl and then stole a spoonful of it to try.

“Holy shit. It’s like eating a caramel apple,” he said, muffled around the food. He swallowed and genuinely considered taking more.

Nope! His gut said nope. This was another offering for–

“Hold up, offering?” Jason put it in the fridge, clingwrap on top, and let his mind be blown. He put his face in his hands and just reeled. He was making offerings for this motherfucker now. He opened his phone, intending to search the things he’d been blackout making and froze.

His lock screen was Danny Fenton’s police intake photo, looking pretty relaxed after he'd been told the booking was a formality.

“I don’t remember doing that!” Jason frantically changed it back to his old lock screen, a grimy alleyway with a hilariously shaped filth puddle and one of his favorite rats.

He snuck this dessert thing into Fenton’s fridge, collected his clean plate with some relief, and left. He didn't know if Fenton had eaten that shit or if he'd thrown it away, but at least he'd washed the plate.

“That was the last time,” Jason told himself, pacing around his room. He wasn’t– that was two days in a row now that he had a normal day, went out on patrol, went to bed, and woke up in his kitchen. It wasn’t going to happen again.

He chainsmoked all day to such a degree that Stephanie Brown saw him, whined “Dude,” in disbelief, and jumped off a building while holding her nose to get away from him. It was a fair reaction. He had a shower before patrol so that no one could make a connection between Jason, stinkiest man in Gotham today, and the Red Hood, a guy who owned a shower.

Patrol went fine. He caught himself veering past Fenton’s shitty apartment building twice but no one was nearby enough to call him out for it.

He went to bed and got a jumpscare because at some point of his most recent fugue state he'd gone out and bought a bunch of wedding magazines and made them into a nest. He made a roar of frustration and pushed them off the bed with only a twinge of interest in what that swan centerpiece was made of.

Jason went the fuck to sleep, determined to walk this off.

He woke up the next morning in his kitchen. “Cream cheese, again,” Jason complained. He gave the bowl he was mixing a furious stir and then shoved it in the fridge.

Cream cheese, chopped meat, and chopped green onion. He searched the internet to identify the fucker. This was a cheeseball.

…He frowned, thinking of the fugly mess in the bowl.

It was the larval form of a cheeseball, he amended.

Why did he know this shitty recipe.

Stomach tight with dread, he looked up the other things. Day one was a pickle roll. Day two was snickers salad.

These were all real Midwestern potluck dishes. He hadn't made them up. Why did the pit know these recipes?

The Snickers salad offended him as a concept and he bitterly regretted finding it delicious.

“Salad,” Jason repeated in aggrieved disbelief. It was good but it was no goddamn salad. “I could just make him a real salad. Will this end if I bring Fenton good food?”

It wasn't the worst idea. He put a pin in it.

Grimly, as if he was going off to war, Jason researched how to shape the ball. If he was doing this, which apparently he was for no goddamn reason, he was going to do it to perfection. When he was done he wrapped it up tight, got an assortment of crackers, and left it at Danny Fenton’s apartment with a sort of tired resignation that this might as well be happening.

This time was different. This time, Fenton was home.

Jason barely avoided being seen by rushing out the window over the sink and hiding from the immediate line of sight. He was, however, close enough to hear–

“Holy shit, is that a cheeseball? Who loves me?” and then some truly ghastly, wet crunching as Fenton tore through the crackers and cheeseball like a wild beast. It felt like being in a horror film. Jason very badly wanted to leave. Jason very badly wanted to crawl back inside and present himself for a scrap of Fenton’s approval.

What the fuck? What the fuck!

He fled. And this time, he decided to take action. He was going get out of this sick mind trap and-

“Nothing wrong with you, it's not a curse,” Zatanna said, bored about it. “Whatever is going on is safe, sane, consensual, and none of my business.” She portalled away before Jason could argue that it did not feel sane. He was having an entirely new category of mental breakdown and when one of the Bats found out about it, he was going to be a case study.

Fine. He gritted his jaw. New plan. Maybe he could beat the curse by showing it up.

He called out of crime for the day and ignored the confused commentary in the background of his phone call– can he do that? Of course he can, he’s the friggin’ boss– and spent it furiously researching. He needed a crowning achievement. He needed to find out what was sacred in this culinary tradition, master it, and then tell the compulsion to suck on bricks.

Casserole. The answer was a casserole.

Jason scrolled through dozens of recipes, scowling fiercely. That was no good. That offended his senses. He just knew that would be bland. He-

“Do I want to make that?” Jason asked aloud, puzzled by his fixation on the old-fashioned goulash casserole recipe. Worcestershire sauce– he didn’t have that in this safe house for sure. Beef, pasta, tomatoes… yeah, okay. This was the one. For no fucking reason at all, this was the one.

He went out shopping like he usually went on life-or-death missions, full of grim purpose.

He got back and assembled his ingredients. It was not exactly a challenge to follow the recipe. Jason turned off the stove top and froze in place. “I don’t have an ancestral pan,” he said, horrified. Holy fuck. How could he dare to give it in a regular baking pan- he had to get one. Where the fuck does one acquire an ancestral casserole pan on short notice?

Panicked, he called the Manor, hands shaking as he packed the whole thing up and stuffed it in the fridge to keep it food safe until he could bake it.

Bruce answered, sounding a little choked up. “Hello, Jason, so glad-”

He hung up. He texted Tim. “I need you to steal something for me from the Manor.”

“You’re allowed in, you gigantic freak,” Tim wrote back.

Jason did some meditative breathing and resorted to outright pleading immediately. “What do you want? I will give you whatever you want. I just need an ancestral casserole pan.”

“I am NOT stealing from Alfred’s kitchen,” Tim wrote back. Which was fair. “Drake ancestral pan alright?”

Jason thought about it. It was still a family pan, sorta. By the transitive property, and that was a perfectly good property. He sent back a thumbs up, his GPS pin, and the word “Hurry.”

A while later, Tim dropped off a glass dish, loudly said “I don’t wanna know,” and slammed Jason’s door shut.

Fine. He was already moving his stuff from the now-cold frying pan into the casserole dish. It went into the oven from there. Jason spent the bake time trying to think of new coping mechanisms, because apparently smoking wasn’t up to this level of mental fuckery.

He waited out the bake time. He let it cool enough to be safe to travel with but hot enough to deliver warm. Jason grappled to Danny Fenton's apartment for the fourth time in four days, let himself in, and nearly jumped out of his boots when he realized that Fenton was in the kitchen watching him.

“Hey,” Fenton said. He was sitting on his counter in his pajamas, eating ice cream out of the bucket with a spoon. He was certifiable. Jason wanted to cross the room and kiss whatever Fenton would let him. Hands, face, feet, whatever.

Wow, weird.

“...Hey,” Jason said, way too late.

Fenton crunched down on his ice cream. “...That a casserole?” He said.

Jason nodded wordlessly, feeling very grateful that he had his hood on. He put the casserole down on the counter. He took a step backwards to flee.

Fenton pointed at Jason with the spoon, wholly unintimidated by the heavily armed man who'd broken into his house. “This is a proposal.”

Oh. Oh, motherfucking shitsocks. Jason felt weak through the knees. It was. Why was- why was he proposing??

Fenton took in his shock with a detached air. “Huh,” he said, like he'd learned something from this. “Um, it's nice of you and all. Have you been like, fixated on me for a while or- ohhh. I avenged you, didn't I?” He dropped the spoon in his ice cream carton and slapped both his palms down on the countertop. “He killed you? That sucks, man,” Fenton empathized. “I get it. I think if someone smashed the portal with a hammer I'd be down on one knee.”

Jason's brain was simply not running any program any longer. He gaped. He wasn't coherent enough to ask why Danny knew he'd been murdered by the Joker, but he had his shit together well enough to be fixated on the point.

“Um, it's not usually me being chased,” Fenton said. He made a face. “I… huh, I think I'm flattered.” He very obviously gave Jason a once-over. “I suppose this is your way of showing that you're a provider.” He heaved himself off the counter and went to investigate the casserole, sniffing and lifting the lid. “Oh, fuuuuuuck,” Danny groaned. He sniffed appreciatively. “Good demonstration of your husband material, t-b-h.”

Jason resisted the urge to tackle him to the ground.

“That's the good stuff.” Fenton closed it back up, but not before giving his ice cream spoon a considering look.

Oh, yuck. This guy was so grungly. Jason needed him badly. He shuddered.

Fenton looked at him.

Jason looked back.

“Do you wanna try moving in and see how we get on?” Fenton offered. “Take it slow, no wedding just yet.”

“Absolutely.” Jason full-body twitched with just how eager he was. “How do you feel about swans?”

“Neutral,” Danny said, after a brief moment of consideration. “I like stars, though.”

Okay, so that would be their wedding theme.

Jason only realized he'd said that aloud when Fenton's eyebrows shot up. Mortified and really wondering what was wrong with him, Jason offered a weak smile.

Fenton made a considering noise. He crossed his arms. He looked Jason up and down. “...Can you grill?” He asked. “Like, beer chicken?”

[4unnyr0se]

❥ sfw & n$fw headcanons - tobio kageyama

warnings: timeskip! kageyama, fem! reader, sub-leaning switch, mentions of thighs and breasts, slight degrading, nursing(?) kink, hickeys, cowgirl position

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 990

a/n: sooo sorry for not writing for a while lmao, enjoy! sorry if he's ooc too :(

SFW

❥  This poor boy doesn’t know how to communicate his feelings properly. It was a lot of guesswork when you first started dating because Tobio was so hopelessly awkward and embarrassed around you. Was he scared he would mess up? Absolutely. He’s scared of pretty girls.

❥ Will not shut up about volleyball when he’s around you like at all. He talks and talks about his sets, and it’s so adorable, but sometimes you just have to shut him up with a kiss because once he gets started, it’s impossible for him to stop.

❥ Speaking of kisses, he nearly died when you kissed him for the first time. It was only a soft peck on the lips, but his face got so red you thought he was going to pass out. All he mumbled was a “thanks” before standing up and shuffling to the kitchen to get a huge glass of water.

❥ Jealous. Tobio is incredibly jealous, especially when you talk with his Alders teammates. When you visit him after his practices or games, his arm is tightly wrapped around your waist as his thumb massages it. He isn’t big on PDA, so that’s the closest he’ll ever get to it. Luckily for him, Ushijima is clueless, and Hoshiumi just wants to run around and spike the balls. But does Tobio know that? No.

❥ Constantly worries for you more than he worries for himself. Although he’s taken several volleyballs to the face in his career, he’s always worried about you. If you stubbed your toe on a table, you would never see that table again because he’s putting it out on the curb to be picked up by the trash company. And you aren’t allowed to be in the nosebleeds when you attend his games because what if you’re a victim of a shitty serve?

❥ Follows the sidewalk rule. That’s it.

❥ Will happily pay for anything you want because he has no concept of money. So what if it’s expensive? If you want it, he’s buying it. He can worry about the gas bill later.

❥ Is always the big spoon when you cuddle, no matter what. It makes him feel better when you’re wrapped in his strong arms at night, protecting you from any monsters. Plus, he’s addicted to kissing your shoulders. He just thinks they’re so cute.

❥ His older sister, Miwa, is obsessed with you and is always texting you to hang out at bars or to look at the latest release of makeup products with her. 

N$FW

❥ Submissive-leaning switch. He loves when you climb on top of him and ride him, but he’ll top if he really feels like it, or if you piss him off.

❥ Use. Him. Nothing gets him off more than his body being a vessel for your pleasure. Sit on his face, and ride his cock until he can’t cum anymore. He doesn’t care. He wants to be used. 

❥ So fucking vocal during sex that you’ve gotten noise complaints. You have to cover his mouth when you’re on top because this motherfucker is so loud when he cums.

❥ Thigh guy. This man loves your thighs. Please, please squeeze his face when he’s eating your pussy and he could die happy. Wrap your legs around his waist when you’re making out and it will drive him wild. Let him leave hickeys on your inner thighs because it’ll be your dirty little secret.

❥ Cowgirl is his favorite position because it makes him feel like he’s not in control. While he loves to be in control on the court, he doesn’t want to be able to think when in the bedroom. All he wants to feel is absolute euphoria when you take control and fuck him. Plus, the sight of your tits bouncing in his face is a bonus.

❥ Isn’t that experimental in the bedroom, even if you want to try something new. He likes what he likes and that’s that. Sure, it may be extremely vanilla but if it works, it works. 

❥ A god with his fingers. It’s no secret that setters must be highly skilled with their hands, and Tobio is no exception. His setting skills translate incredibly well in the bedroom. He knows where the clit is and has his thumb rubbing small circles on it as his middle and ring finger curl so perfectly inside of you that it makes you see stars. 

❥ Praise him after he cums and he’s ready for round two within seconds. Tobio thrives off of praise and will do anything to get more of it. He’ll happily eat you out for hours on end as long as you call him a good boy.

❥ Loves sucking on titties, no matter the size. Boobs are boobs.

❥ Not that great at aftercare but he does get you a glass of water.

❥ “Holy fuck, you feel so good. Yeah, fucking ride me. Yeah.”

❥ “I’ll be so good for you baby, please let me cum again. I’ll be your good boy.”

❥ “You like it when I fuck you with my fingers, yeah? Fucking cum on them again, dirty girl. Maybe then I’ll fuck you with my cock like you’ve been begging me to.”

❥ “I wanna suck on your pretty tits, please baby? Wanna suck on your tits while you bounce on my cock, don’t I deserve it? I’ve been so good.”

❥ “Use me, sit on my face and use me! Oh, fuck, just like that baby. Yeah, use me, milk me dry. I’m yours to use.”

❥ “You thought walking around in those tights all day was a good idea, babe? That’s cute. Get on the bed and spread those slutty little legs so I can mark you like the good little slut you are.”

❥ “P-please, I can’t cum anymore! No, no, stop! Oh, oh fuck yes.”

[r0-boat]

who out of the whb nobles do you think would be the best dads if they have kids w the mc?

Doing all the nobles would take a lot of work so I'm just going to bubble it down to the advisors.

So like the second in command

from best to worst!

This was a hard list to make God

Foras

The best dad!!! It would be his first child so he would make mistakes like all first time parents do. But he would learn from those mistakes and get better.

He's had always wanted a child So he would be the most loving most supportive parent you've ever seen.

Honestly his only shortcomings being that he can be protective of his baby. But that's probably because he is a demon from Hades and I feel like all demons from Hades have a little bit of a possessiveness going on

Beleth(daddy)

I didn't want to leave him hanging but I don't know much about him so this is small 😭

Good Lord This man juggles the entire country the king and his child and he's doing well.

Dependable demon dependable father, But doesn't lose his boyish charm and his fun-loving side.

Child: *literally does anything* Beleth: 'm so fucking proud of them

Sitri

Great Dad! Supportive dad though can be a little stern. Unlike Satan he prefers a more strict approach.

He is stern because he cares He wants His child to be a good demon and a very accomplished devil. He puts a lot of expectation on his child.

For a while he gets a little bit of a "my child must be like me" mindset which goes away with time. "NO CHILD OF MINE WILL LIKE COFFEE INSTEAD OF TEA!!"

Bael

Constantly tired, probably a starting to grow 5:00 shadow now. Because of a certain man who is now that child's uncle.

He is a good father when he is there. Lord have mercy please He's already running an entire country please give him a break.

Very heartwarming to see Beelzebub actually step up to give Bael A month or two off. Bael we'll make sure you have plenty of sleep He will practically take over taking care of the child. Because he feels bad that he's almost never here because of work

Gamigin

(I have no idea who Lucifer's advisor is)

He's going to make a lot of mistakes. He has a new parent and he is not as diligent as foras. But please don't underestimate him. He's a hard worker and he really is trying.

He will be up for nights trying to figure out and look at books. This is his baby His hatchling, His dragon baby. He will protect it with his life. He promises you and the baby that he will be the best father.

Dragon hatchlings are not like demon hatchlings and he learned that the hard way. He's still learning... And he's got a lot to learn. He just needs more time

Bimet

Do I really have to explain myself?

He is like mammon but worse and the only thing sharing Mammon and him is money Your poor child will be spoiled rotten.

MF Would faint changing a diaper.

Does this motherfucker even want kids???

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x ObeyMe!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 7

Again, I thank y'all for the reblogs, likes and comments guys, it really helps me :)

CW: Blue pronouns or address for MC every time they get mistaken for a guy. Also, I'm a potty mouth so MC is too.

Inhale..

Exhale....

Inhale......

Exhale.......

Inhale.........

Ex-fucking-hale.......

You're about to have a stroke right now.

You should've just went back to the goddamn infirmary instead of checking in on these obnoxious, bitch-less, probably father-less, motherfuckers.

It's just cleaning windows!! How the hell can you mess up like this?! Why the fuck did the cafeteria chandelier get involved??

GODDAMNIT!! WHY IS YUU INVOLVED AS WELL?! AHHHH—!

*One eternity of screaming like a banshee later*

After sending those damn kids and cat away to get some sort of magical stone in some godforsaken mine, you wrangled with the headmaster for at least two hours to prevent him from writing up the expulsion papers of Yuu and that Blue-haired kid who was mostly innocent about the ordeal.

(Meanwhile, encouraging him to kick that Ace kid and the damn cat off the school. You ain't about to let audacity run free rn, mostly because you feel yourself start genuinely tweaking as you almost got possessed by the urge to sucker punch someone's soul out of their body.)

[Satan perked up, there it was again.

That distinctive spark of wrath that he can feel through your pact with him is both concerning and comforting.

On one hand, the anger he feels means that you're alive. And seeing that what he's feeling through the pact is mostly annoyance, then that must mean that nothing marginally bad or traumatizing had happened to you yet.

You're actually more pissed off in a 'someone-had-the-audacity-to-eat-my-snacks' kind of way more than anything else, meaning that you're safe for now.

But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long that temporary safety will last.

There's also the fact this is the fourth time he'd felt that spark of 'I-wanna-punt-someone-into-the-fuckin-sun' kind of anger from you, which is worrying because it hasn't even been 48 hours since you were kidnapped by some mf.

He shook his head, calling upon a subordinate (read: Devoted fan) to collect more and more books to learn what type of teleportation and sleeping magic was used in your kidnapping.

With the massive search party spanning all three realms that they'd called upon, they will find you sooner or later.

And once they do...

Well... You'll need to get used to being with someone at all hours of the day.]

*Passive-aggresively reminding Crowley that he can't kick out an innocent kid for something they didn't directly do as they had no way of stopping the events that transpired.*

["You don't want the word to get out that you let an innocent teen roam around in a foreign world with absolutely nothing to their name and nobody to protect them, right?"

"That is true, but I still can't just let this go unpunis–"

"Especially when it's the school's faulty equipment that took them so far away from all of their loved ones and belongings, right?"]

Needless to say, Yuu ended up being "fired" in the end, quite an unfortunate result because they will need to freeload off of you until the end of your stay in this world. (Poor them, they got fired before they knew that they had a job in the first place.)

Oh well, it's better than being kicked out from practically their only way back home right now...

Hays... That cruel crow..

Anygays, it's time to snoop around and hopefully make some connections to the residents of this school.

This is a well-known college, right? So there should be influential people here somewhere...

Hehe.. It's time you bring out your gaslight, gatekeep, gold-digging skills so that you can girlboss your way into stability inside this foreign world.

• • • • • •

Suddenly, more than a dozen individuals felt a strong shiver run up their spines.

Haha... Well that's ominous!

• • • • • •

Ortho deadpanned at his brother.

It seems that almost burning down their dorm room last night isn't enough to deter him from making his [Mr. L/n x reader] fanfiction complete with mandatory fan art for every single chapter.

Haaa....

But at least his brother isn't 'fanboying' about another fictional character again...

Hm... Now that he thinks about it..

Maybe his brother will be more inclined to make friends if it's Mr. L/n!

And thus begins Ortho's journey of being an unknowing wingman as he tries to get his introverted brother to make friends.

• • • • • •

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at the small gift on top of your temporary bed in the infirmary.

Dats suspicious....

Dats weird......

You turn your necklace into a staff and start poking the box, trying to see if it'll suddenly turn into a horrific eldritch monster and jump you. (Won't be the first time that happened.)

• • • • •

"It is done, ××× ×× ××××××" (This is too easy to guess😑)

• • • • •

Diavolo sighed for the tenth time that hour, lamenting how trying to focus on his paperwork is a really hard task when MC gets thrown into the situation.

'Maybe a small break will help clear my head?'

He might as well just go out for a walk in the garden to get some fresh... air...

Oh? what is this?

His eyes scanned the dark envelope he'd seen wedged under the 'To burn' stack of paperwork in his desk.

This envelope wasn't here yesterday...

After confirming that the piece of paper wasn't cursed or charmed, he opened it with apprehension.

...!

This..!

• • • • •

Barbatos appeared in the office, tense as he'd heard his lord call out his name with haste.

Reading the letter shoved in front of his face by the serious Diavolo, Barbatos made a mental note to get the dungeon chambers ready.

They've got themselves a lead.

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[scekrex]

Hi I am wonder if you could do anothe part for overlord!reader, like maybe news on how reader has Adam got out and now reader has to take time from his personal paradise to deal with the rest of Hell. Their place is hidden away so he doesn’t really have to deal with attack but he does have to deal with contant calls to buy or hand over Adam. Reader is just increasingly piss off and at some point Adam decide to help him chill out by snuggling him when it became clear he’s close to losing it. It gotten bad enough that Adam straight up drag a reclining couch to his office which help which helps wth work because an angel being all cuddly nearby would motivate anyone haul ass quickly to join them

Fuck I'm such a sucker for the soft bond overlord!reader and Adam have, I wanna write for em all day long ughhh

Bird of Hell's Paradise

Lover come hold me

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

After that little date you and Adam had enjoyed the prior week, news that the former angel was living with you spread through hell’s seven rings like a disease. And while your life as an Overlord in general had grown more stressful ever since the exterminations had been invented, this was a new peak of stress.

People kept reaching out, strangers managed to get their claws on your phone number and had the audacity to call you and ask for how much you would sell the first man to them, not understanding that Adam was not for sale. The first man would continue to stay at your place for as long as he desired and if one day he should decide that he no longer wants to spend eternity with you, he could move out. Selling him to some limp dick Imp was off the table though. Hell’s residents didn’t seem to understand that though, they kept calling you, blowing up your phone like there was no tomorrow, your text messages were full of people offering insanely high amounts of money for Adam and some people even dared to pay you a personal visit - though those were only people you knew. Not everyone in hell knew where exactly your mansion was located and you were more than grateful for that. A protection spell you had casted recently would also prevent any ordinary sinner or hellborn to ever find it.

You dropped your head onto your desk, the loud noise it made caused Adam to lift his head, his eyes looking you up and down. The first man was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you with a displeased expression, “The fuck is going on?” You sighed as you turned your head towards your lover, yet you kept it on the desk, you were too tired to lift it up. “Hell’s demons seem to be very interested in you, my love,” you mumbled as you reached for your phone that was interrupting the situation by buzzing quite loudly, “Fuck off, he’s not for fucking sale like a motherfucking slave,” and with that you hung up, not even hearing the person on the other end out. Your tired eyes watched as the first man left the little room you had organized to function as your office. Apparently Adam himself seemed to have enough of hell’s bullshit as well and you really could not blame the former angel at all. It must be exhausting to know that people down here either want him permanently dead or that they want to buy him like a pet you can just shop. The poor soul must suffer from this even more than you were. You were able to turn off your phone and ignore it, he wasn’t. Not when all of this was about him, after all. You had offered him protection when you had rescued him, now you were not even able to provide a peaceful afterlife for the first man.

In exhaustion you closed your eyes but the silence in your office didn’t last long, this time however it was not your phone that interrupted the somewhat peaceful moment, it was Adam. The first man was dragging a reclining couch through the door, pushing it through the room until he had decided on what appeared to be the perfect spot for it, then he walked over to where you were resting your head on your desk. Without any explanation the first man took your phone, muted the device and put it back on the table. “You,” he said as he lifted you out of your chair. Your body went limp as the brunette picked you up as if it was the easiest thing he had ever done, your head was now resting on the first man’s shoulder instead of the hard wooden desk and your body embraced the warmth that Adam’s body offered. Legs were wrapped around the brunette’s hips and arms held onto his neck, the former angel’s hands steadied your back so that you were not to fall. His soft, shimmering wings he wrapped around you, turning the stressful world off for a moment as he carried you over to the couch he had just dragged here. “Are gonna fucking rest and ignore all that motherfucking bullshit for a couple hours,” he finished his sentence as he flopped down onto the couch.

Adam had never been this touch before, yes he had hugged you, yes the both of you cuddled while sleeping, but him hauling an entire couch into your office just to distract you from the chaos that hell was going through because its residents now knew Adam was living with you? That was nothing you’d turn down - not that you’d ever turn down affection the former angel offered you in general. “Whatever my mighty winged love desires,” you hummed as you snuggled closer against his chest. The brunette’s chin came to rest on the top of your head as he simply held you, the wings provided a comfortable warmth that made you fall asleep quicker than you had thought it would. But the warmth paired with Adam’s scent had you asleep in no time and with a small smile your tall lover watched over his finally resting boyfriend.

[ghostofpatrickshand]

some david tennant thoughts

alex hardy: sad scottish noises

10: hyper dumbass babygirl genius

14: GAY GAY GAY, DILF

casanova: the horniest of bisexuals

campbell bain: happy sunshine baby must be protected

crowley: snakey baby

harry watling: if bad decisions was a person

cale erendreich: fucked up serial killer

emmett carver: scary angry american

will burton: sad dad, gets away with murder 💪💪

donald peterson: poor baby tackled by children

peter vincent: sexy leather clad motherfucker

peter carlisle: horny little shit

[megaerakles]

The first thing Jason noticed was that his head was pounding. The second thing that he noticed was that he was lying in a puddle. The third thing that he noticed, after peeling open his eyes, was that he was in a vaguely familiar alleyway in Crime Alley—which happened to be on the other side of the city from where he’d been before getting hit with the energy blast from the Villan de jour’s contraband ray gun.

Something must have gotten busted in the circuitry of his helmet in the blast because the built in comms were making an incessant, high pitched noise that only made the pain in his head sharper, and the internal screens were all wonky and illegible. A quick glance around didn’t reveal any company, so with a groan he pushed himself up and reached for the helmet, twisting it off and setting it aside. “Motherfucker,” he grumbled, rubbing a gloved hand against his temples. The pain was beginning to fade, thankfully, but unfortunately the gaps in his memory remained, and he had no good way to explain how he’d gotten here. Well, one of the others might have an answer, so he reached up to flick on the secondary comm he kept in his ear for when his helmet was off, and—

—nothing. Just the hiss of static that indicated a channel was offline. With a steadily growing frown, he kept flipping through, going through every single channel used by the Bats, and nothing. Nada. Zilch. Either Jason’s comm unit had been fried by the blast that took him out in the first place, or… something worse had happened.

A faint tinkling sound came from behind him and in a second Jason had twisted and rolled into a crouch, his hand flying to one of his guns as he scanned the alleyway. He didn’t see anything, but that didn’t mean shit. He narrowed his eyes and reached up to tap the side of his mask a few times, cycling the lenses of his domino until the thermal vision activated. And—aha! Huddled behind the dumpster was a small, human shaped heat signature. A child, then, and based on his read out, a cold one. Likely homeless, and hiding from the strange adult man who’d shown up in their alleway. Since most of the alley kids trusted him to protect them by now, this one probably hadn’t gotten a good look at his helmet.

On the one hand he really should try to regroup with the others or at least figure out what the deal was with his comms, but on the other hand, fuck ‘em, his family could hold on for five minutes while he checked in with this kid and tried to see if he could find them a better place to spend the night. He straightened up but relaxed his posture and slowly approached the dumpster, making sure his footfalls were audible but not overtly menacing. When he was close enough to be heard without shouting, he cleared his throat and spoke in his gentle, talking-to-kids voice.

“Hey, it’s just me. It’s Red Hood. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

The kid didn’t respond, so with a sigh, Jason knelt down and slowly eased his head around the corner, trying to get a good look at what he was dealing with without boxing the poor kid in, and—

Oh. Oh shit. The kid was a painfully thin, grimy little thing, with greasy black hair plastered to his forehead and big blue eyes that had seen far too much for his young age and yet had not lost the barest traces of childhood innocence, but he would, Jason knew he would, because he knew this goddam kid because this kid was him.

What fresh time travel hell was this?

———

The first thing Tim noticed was the headache that felt like it was splitting his skull in two. The second thing he noticed was that he appeared to by lying on something like a bed of gravel. The third thing he noticed, after peeling his eyes open, was the face of an oddly familiar child peering down at him.

Since Tim was wearing his mask, the child wouldn’t be able to tell he was awake, so Tim decided to stay perfectly still and keep his breathing even so he could see what this kid wanted. Maybe he was just a fan who wanted a picture?

Weirdly enough, as soon as that thought passed through his mind, the kid took a step back and lifted up a camera to his face, training the lens on Tim’s prone form. And huh, Tim used to have a camera just like that when he was a—

Holy fuck. Tim bolted upright, causing the kid to yelp and scamper backwards, except his foot caught on some gravel and he fell backwards onto his butt. He started at Tim for a moment, but when Tim didn’t do anything but stare back at him, he started babbling.

“I’m so sorry, I was just checking to see if you were breathing ‘cause you sorta just fell out of the sky onto this rooftop and you weren’t moving so I thought you might be dead, but then I saw that you were breathing after all so I was gonna go and watch from behind the air conditioner to make sure someone came and found you or you woke up ok but then I thought you kinda looked like a superhero and I think superheroes are so cool so I just wanted a quick picture to remember what your costume was like but I didn’t actually get any I swear so if you just let me go we can forget about this it’ll be like it never even happened I won’t tell anyone I promise—”

“Tim,” Tim interrupted, causing the smaller version of himself to fall abruptly silent, before starting to stammer again.

“What? No, I don’t know who you think I am but it’s definitely not anyone named Tim. Nu-uh, no way, the name’s Alvin actually—”

Tim just snorted as he reached up to pull off his domino mask and slowly lowered it so he could smirk at his younger self. “Alvin Draper? I think I’ve heard of you.”

Little Tim’s mouth fell open into a perfect little ‘o’ as he stared up at big Tim before he breathed out, “time travel?”

Tim pursed his lips, considering. “Maybe. Or something cross-dimensional, I’m not sure. I’ll have to look into it,” he said as he considered his younger self again and reviewed his options. An exposed rooftop wasn’t an ideal place to do that, and he wasn’t entirely sure what the closest Bat safehouse would be in this era—judging by his own appearance, this was likely towards the end of Dick’s time as Robin, so it was well before he’d advanced to sleuthing out Bruce’s safehouses in addition to tracking their patrols. But there might be another option… “Mom and Dad home right now?”

Younger Tim hesitated, then shook his head looking resigned in a familiar, painful way. “Burundi,” he said flatly. “Big dig. Won’t be back for months.”

“Ah. Well, that works out for us, in any case, because there will be no one else asking questions about me,” Tim said with a shrug as he pushed himself up. His younger self scrambled up as well, all the while staring at Tim with a mixture of disbelief and awe. “Mind if I stay at your place for a bit while I figure out what’s going on?”

“Of course!” Young Tim nodded quickly, almost desperately, and wow was it a little painful to see just how eager for any bit of attention he’d been back then. Tim’s smile was halfway between nostalgic and bitter as he pulled his grapple gun off his belt.

“Now I know you usually would go grab the bus back to Bristol, but I think I’ll stick out if we do that, so… how do you feel about flying home?” he asked, waving the grapple for emphasis.

Young Tim looked like he might have just died and gone to heaven.

[thesharktanksdriver]

Kid and Luffy fighting over y/n's attention would be funny because these two act like literal middle school boys over them, Kid constantly reminds Luffy that he was their friend first ("I met them first so they get to hang out with ME") and Luffy basically shoves it in his face that they're part of his crew ("But they're part of MY crew not yours!") and get really heated about it and ready to just fist fight each other

Especially in Sabãody. It would probably be a really weird sight for everyone else that aren't Law or in their crews. seeing two supernovas fighting each other over a literal child like they're toddlers that don't want to share a toy. (Personally i think Drake out of everyone there would be the most worried for y/n's safety since they're a kid hanging around them of all people)

No literally, those two become the pettiest bitches about it and are making it everyone’s else’s problem. Your 100% correct about them acting like children, which is even more funny cause the kid their fighting over is more mature than the two of them lol.

“I knew them them first therefore I’ve known them the longest and I have first dibs-“

“Y/n chose me as their captain-“

“You can’t protect them! I bet You can hardly kill a fly”

“I’ve beat god-“

“Yeah well, I’ll beat your ass-“

Id say what’s even funnier though is that Law becomes just as petty and bitchy about it once he’s dragged into the fight. He was gonna go about it all sneaky like but once he’s thrown into the fray he’s not much better.

He’s already just as unhinged as those two but with a better hold on it. But once he’s dragged into that fight he isn’t holding back one bit.

He’s just as god damn feral about it as Luffy and Kid are.

Poor y/n is being tossed between the three of them like a football.

One moment their being pulled via magnetism, then their being snatched from the air by Luffy before being teleported via Law.

Poor X drake must be having a fucking field day. He ends up in sabadody just trying to get ready for the new world but ends up watching 3 supernovas fight over a child, ends up hearing Luffy crashed the auction house and attacked a world noble and now marines are gonna be duking it out white Whitebeard.

Poor man is worried to shit about y/n, and it doesn’t help they throw up a thumbs up at him saying “I’ve experienced worse” as if that eases his worries.

The fear he has for y/n gets worse unfortunately when he joins the beast pirates and realizes that somehow befriended them? The crew who were actively looking for them including motherfucking Kaido.

He isn’t paid enough for this shit

[leedosbunnyboy]

the sunwoo request!

Tysm for requesting and I hope you enjoy it! And ty for helping me through the process by giving me suggestions <3

Sunwoo; Boy, Pop My Cherry Like A Bubble

Genre: Smut, Friends to Lovers, College AU

Pairing: Bestfriend!Sub!Top!Sunwoo x Dom!Bottom!M!Reader

Requested: By @sanieful <3

Warning(s): Cursing, reader is really popular with guys, The Boyz thirsting over reader, both Sunwoo and reader are virgins, loss of virginity, mutual masturbation, 69ing, cum eating, overstimulation, anal, protected sex

Summary: After hearing his friends constantly thirsting over you and seeing who could sleep with you first, his best friend since you two were in diapers, Sunwoo decides to beat them to it.

(Inspired by a song I’ve been writing.)

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“Oh come on guys, you can’t be serious! We can’t be talking about the same (M/n).” Sunwoo exclaimed as he heard the nonsense coming out of his friends’ mouths.

“Sunwoo, we are talking abt (M/n) (L/n). Your best friend and the baddie with a phattie.” Eric said.

“Sometimes the things you say concern me.” Sunwoo rolled his eyes and shoved another fry into his mouth.

“Oh come on Sunwoo, look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t smash (M/n).” Hyunjae, captain of the basketball team, said.

“Shit, I’d hit.” Juyeon nonchalantly said.

“Aren’t you his roommate? (M/n) must be bringing a new guy over every night. You’ve probably heard everything.” Eric questioned Juyeon.

“Shut up! (M/n) isn’t that type of guy.” Sunwoo defended his best friend.

“Sunwoo, that boy is the most breedable person I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on, and oh my god his lips, shit, what I’d give to get head from him.” Hyunjae basically drooled.

“You guys are disgusting, and no, I haven’t thought about smashing my best friend. Since we were in diapers mind you.” Sunwoo had just about had enough, just then, he saw his other friend, Sangyeon, coming straight towards them.

“What are you guys doing to poor Sunwoo? He looks so flustered.” He smirked as he sat down next to the former.

“Hyung, would you fuck (M/n)?” Sunwoo asked.

“As in (M/n) (L/n)?” Sangyeon raised an eyebrow at the younger male.

Sunwoo nodded and awaited the older’s answer.

“Hell yeah!” He exclaimed. Receiving high fives from Juyeon and Hyunjae.

“Oh my god.” Sunwoo rolled his eyes and sunk into his chair.

“Sunwoo, ask any guy on campus and they would all give you the same answer.” Sangyeon explained.

“We have movie night tomorrow. What if I bend him over our kitchen counter and breed him until his legs give out on him?” Juyeon illustrated.

“Can you stop talking about fucking my best friend?!” Sunwoo lashed out.

“Not our fault he’s literally the finest motherfucker on campus.” Sangyeon said and stole a fry from Eric.

“Who’s the finest motherfucker on campus?” The man of the hour spoke behind Sunwoo.

“Oh, hi (M/n)!” Juyeon waved at his roommate.

“Hi hyung! Are you still up for movie night tomorrow?” (M/n) asked.

“You know it.” Juyeon said and sent a wink towards the younger.

“Anyways, me and (M/n) will be making our leave.” Sunwoo said and grabbed his best friend’s hand.

“Bye (M/n)!” All of Sunwoo’s friends called as they left.

“I didn’t know your friends liked me so much.” (M/n) smiled towards Sunwoo.

“If only you knew.” He gritted his teeth.

“Let’s go to my dorm and watch a few movies?” The red haired boy asked.

“Bet!”

As they walked towards Sunwoo’s dorm, a multitude of wolf whistles and cat calls was sent towards (M/n)’s ways, causing the red head to wrap his arm around his best friend’s waist.

“How are so comfortable with everyone basically drooling over you?” Sunwoo asked.

“What do you mean?” (M/n) countered as he opened Sunwoo’s door.

“Did you not see every guy hiding their boner when you walked by? Everyone was cat calling you.” The taller explained.

“Oh yeah, I thought it was weird, but I thought they were looking at someone else. I’m not really the most popular guy on campus. I literally only talk to you and Juyeon.” (M/n) explained as he took off his cream turtle neck sweater, revealing the baby blue crop top he wore underneath it. Sunwoo couldn’t help but stare. Maybe his friends were onto something.

“Dude, you’re like a sex icon on campus. Every guy wants you and every girl wants to be you. Everyone talks about how much game you must have.” Sunwoo says.

(M/n) burst out laughing as he held his ribs, causing his crop top rise up. His perfectly slim waist being on full display, Sunwoo couldn’t help but imagine his hands around it as he pounded into the younger.

“What do you mean ‘my game?’ I’m literally a virgin Sunnie.” The shorter revealed as he calmed himself.

“What-?!” Sunwoo’s eyes almost popped out of his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cause there’s nothing to tell? I would tell you if I was seeing someone Sunwoo.” (M/n) said as he laid on the older’s bed. “What about you Sunwoo?”

“I mean, I’m a virgin too.” Sunwoo easily revealed.

“I guess I should’ve been more specific, but thanks for sharing with the class.” (M/n) giggled. “I meant, do you think about me the same way every other guy does?” He asked, his eyes staring daggers into Sunwoo.

“Uhm, well- oh look! They have Turning Red on Disney+.” Sunwoo grabbed the remote and began scrolling on the TV.

Suddenly (M/n) stood up and pushed Sunwoo down to the bed, his hands and hips pinned down by his best friend. Sunwoo gulped as he look up and saw the lustful look in the other boy’s eyes, his pants feeling inexplicably tighter.

“You know I don’t like repeating myself Sunnie.” (M/n) sternly said, yet he delicately moved a strand of hair out of the older’s face. “Do you want to fuck me Sunwoo?” He cocked an eyebrow.

Sunwoo’s cock twitched under his friend’s hips and he took a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Uhm, (M/n), you’ve been my friend for a really long time, and I’ve always been honest with you-!” One of (M/n)‘s traveled down to palm Sunwoo’s boner through his pants. “So I guess I need to be honest and say, I’ve liked you as more than my best friend for a while now.” Sunwoo confessed. His gaze dropped to his friend’s thighs. Oh how smooth they looked, how squeezable they appeared, how soft they felt squeezing his waist.

(M/n)‘s lips soon met Sunwoo as their tongues danced to their own rhythm.

Sunwoo’s hands were now free to grope the other boy’s body as much he desired. Grabbing and squeezing each piece of delicate skin. He wanted to mark it so bad.

“Sit up for me Sunnie.” (M/n) seductively whispered into the red head’s ear, leaving a small peck to the shell of his ear as he moved back. Sunwoo quickly obliged and was rewarded with the sight of his best friend stripping off everything until he was completely bare before him. “Quick staring.” The younger quietly chuckled and moved till he was sitting directly in front of the taller. “Why don’t we get you out of these?” He said and gestured to Sunwoo’s clothes. First his shirt was tossed across the room, followed by his pants, until at last…

“Are you sure you want this Sunwoo?” (M/n)’s eyes cautiously looked up towards him with the most adorable glint sparkling in them.

Instead of responding, Sunwoo’s hands quickly moved to tossing his boxers across the room. His dick standing out proud and already leaking pre cum.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were so hard Sunnie? I would’ve stopped my little interrogation earlier.” (M/n) chuckled as he wrapped his hand around the other, before slowly stroking him. And while Sunwoo’s eyes began to cloud with pleasure, he still managed to reach out and return the favor.

Soon, their hands found a steady rhythm and they moaned as they felt their pleasure leak into each other’s grasp. “Such a good boy Sunwoo.” (M/n) quietly complimented, his breath fanning against Sunwoo’s neck caused the taller to let out a dramatic moan.

The older covered his mouth in embarrassment and he swore he could feel his cheeks getting redder by the second. “Don’t hide it. I love how you sound.” (M/n) said and moved Sunwoo’s hand, before clashing their lips in a heated kiss. Not a word was spoken between them. The only sounds consisting of sloppy kisses and the wetness of their leaking cock.

“Let’s try another position.” (M/n) suggested before repositioning himself to where his cock was in front of Sunwoo’s face and his own face was directly in front of Sunwoo’s dick. Sunwoo was puzzled at first before he saw (M/n)’s mouth engulf his cock. He soon copied him, and while they were both inexperienced, they learned what felt good and what didn’t as they went along, finally landing the perfect rhythm as they continued to suck each other off. “(M/n), I’m close!” Sunwoo moaned as he forcefully shoved himself down the other’s throat, before spewing his seed. (M/n), not knowing what else to do, swallowed in a panic.

“What the hell Sunwoo?! Let me prepare a bit before you face fuck me like that, and ugh! Get a better diet, that shit’s gross.” Sunwoo couldn’t even bother to react to his friend’s rant, still trying to come down from cloud nine.

“Oh so you wanna ignore me now?!” (M/n) whined before his eyes landed upon a condom on Sunwoo’s nightstand. “For a virgin you’re well prepared.” He commented. “Mm sorry what?” Sunwoo replied in a haze, his mind still too occupied with the fact he just got his first, and technically also how he gave, his first blow and hand job. (M/n) didn’t even bother and just went ahead with his plan. He made his way to Sunwoo before straddling the other and pushing him down. He then began to stroke Sunwoo’s shaft until it regained its prior hardness, much to the discomfort of the taller. “H-hey, (M/n) that hurts!” He complained, but his words fell upon deaf ears. Once Sunwoo’s dick was at a suitable hardness, (M/n) slid the condom onto him. Sunwoo squirmed and whimpered at the overstimulation he was enduring, but once (M/n) sunk himself onto his dick, that pain turned into pleasure.

“Fuck!” (M/n) moaned once he completely bottomed out. “Let’s see what makes you tick Kim Sunwoo.” The younger spoke as he began to bounce up and down on the older’s dick.

Sunwoo squirmed and moaned as he felt like his dick would fall off from all the overstimulation he was experiencing. The younger squeezed and tightened his walls around the red head’s shaft to maximize the pleasure they were both feeling. “You know for a virgin, you sure know how to make a guy feel good.” Sunwoo complimented as he felt his second orgasm being ripped out of him. “I’ve seen my fair share of videos Sunwoo. I’m a virgin not a virgin.” (M/n) mentioned. “Well, was…” He added as he looked down at the mess that had become of Sunwoo.

Eyes hazed, lips swollen and wet, nipples perked up to attention, chest heaving, and the sweetest moans coming out of his mouth. God, (M/n) just loved it.

“I-I’m close (M/n)!” Sunwoo moaned and felt his cock begin to twitch in anticipation for his second orgasm. “Me too! Just a little bit more!” The younger groaned as he continued to roll his hips on the older’s dick.

Soon, Sunwoo could handle no more and felt himself spill into his condom for the first time that night. (M/n) stilled his movements to spill his seed onto his friend’s chest. They collapsed upon each other, chests rising and falling as they tried to catch their breaths. “That, was amazing, Sunnie!” (M/n) cheered and pulled himself off the older boy. Sunwoo looked down and saw his condom absolutely soiled and beginning to leak some cum from the base. “You must’ve really enjoyed it hmm?” (M/n) quizzed and helped the exhausted Sunwoo remove his condom, before tying it and tossing it in the trash.

The two boys then cuddled on the couch, not a word exchanged between them on what their relationship was now. Definitely more than friends, but whether they were lovers or not was to be discussed, but right now, they would just enjoy each other’s embrace and warmth as they were lulled of to sleep. Sunwoo’s only departing thought being “Man…

Juyeon hyung is gonna be so jealous.”

[trex98dreams]

Red

Member: Park Jimin Genre: Fairytale Smut / Yandere💋 Based On: The Little Red Riding Hood

It started when your mom wants you to send a basket full of cake to your nanna.

Your nanna, who lives in the middle of the fucking forest.

God knows why she stay there all alone rather that moving with you and your family to the small village.

You hated going there alone. It's creepy, quiet and scary in the forest.

Usually your sisters will go with you.

But both of them were too 'occupied' with the ball the motherfucking ugly Prince is holding tonight at his castle.

You weren't interested in him. He's an asshole that took taxes from the poor villagers.

So rather than being dragged there by them, you choose to go send the cakes to your nanna.

Safest choice, you think.

"I'm off mom!"

Your mom smile at you. "Be careful. It's a full moon tonight."

You didn't know what she meant by that. You took your red cloak that was sewn by your nanna.

"Protection from evil thoughts," she once said. So you wear it, although you don't really believe in superstition.

You started your journey to her cottage. It only took a 30 minute walk but the moon is so beautiful and mysterious tonight.

You just had to stop and admire it.

"Hello beautiful."

You turn around. The voice were deep and a little.. sexy?

A black wolf came out from behind one of the trees.

Surprisingly, it didn't frighten you.

"Hello there Mr. Wolf."

The wolf went to sit beside you.

"Why, what is there in that basket? It smells delicious," the wolf ask, his nose burying into it.

You smile and cautiously pet his furry head. "Just some cake for my nanna. Here, have some."

The wolf stare at you for a long time.

"You're not scared of me? What if its not enough for your nanna?"

You giggle. "It's enough. Nanna's an old crow anyway. She didn't eat much and rather than throwing it away, you should have it. Take it, fresh from my mom's stove. You must be hungry."

The wolf grins at you and took the cake from your delicate hands.

"You are very kind. I have never met a human like you before. All they do is throw their axe or rocks at me."

You feel sorry for him.

Wolf are hated by your villagers. You heard that they destroy cattle and pig farms, even harming humans just because they're hungry.

But this one's different.

"I'm sorry they did that to you. They're just scared. They don't know what a majestic creature you are Mr. Wolf."

The wolf stare at you again. Something made his heart palpitated. You sense his pupil turn bigger like it would blow up.

"Mr. Wolf? You okay? I have to get going now. I've been stray away from my original path for far too long."

The wolf nods slowly.

"Where does your nanna lives? I could walk you there if you like."

You face turns upset.

"It's okay, thanks for the offer. Nanna hates wolf the most. She almost killed one for trying to steal her turkey. I don't want her to do that to you. Goodbye Mr. Wolf. See ya," you said, and went on your way.

The wolf stare at you until you disappear.

Then he begin to ran to your nanna's place.

As you arrive 15 minutes later, you knock on the door.

"Nanna it's me!"

No answer.

You tried a 2nd time, but still no answer.

On the 3rd knock, you gently push the door open. It was unlock.

Nanna never leaves her door unlock.

You went in. Everything seems messy. The pot of porridge was still warm and you closes the door behind you.

You went to her bedroom and tip toed, afraid she might be asleep.

"Nanna?"

She was reading a newspaper, her whole face covered with it.

"Sorry I was late Nanna.. I urm.. took a detour!" You told her, lying about meeting the wolf.

She cough heavily. She sounded strange to you, so you went near her bed.

"Nanna.. what beautiful fingers you have.." you admit as you saw her old worn fingers was no longer the same.

"To gently touch you my dear.." she answer with a strange tone.

You went closer.

"Nanna.. what pretty black hair you have.." you add as it was no longer the white one you always saw.

"So you can tangle your fingers in it my dear.." she said without removing the newspaper from her face.

You were now only inches away from her.

Too late.

"You're.. you're not my nanna!"

It was a man. A beautiful, naked young man covering himself with your nanna's comforter. He was also wearing nanna’s glasses.

You were scared. Not only he was a stranger, he was naked from head to toe. 

Fuck, you could see everything.

Including his massive, protruding dick.

You threw the basket at him and ran for your life. 

But he was faster.

"Let me go! Who are you?! Where's my nanna?!" You shout, scared for your life.

The young man hugs your body tightly. 

You can feel his erection rubbing on your red cloak.

"Hey, hey don't be scared.. it's me.. gosh.. all this time, I've finally found you.. my mate," he whisper as he try to kiss one side of your cheek.

You avoid him and struggle to get away but his grip was so strong.

"I don't know you! Where's my nanna? Tell me!"

"Your nanna's safe. She passed out for a while after I put some sleeping mushroom in her porridge. That would buy us some time."

You didn't understand what he's talking about.

"Time? Time for what? Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone about this."

The man giggle.

"It's me baby. You don't recognize me? We just met not more than an hour ago."

You realize who he was now. The sound of his voice, the blueberry cake flavor you felt on his breath.

It was the wolf.

"Mr. Wolf?"

"Bingo. What a smart girl. You're qualified to be my mate."

You bit his hand but he didn't let go.

"Please Mr. Wolf! I- I don't want to be your mate, I don't know you! Let me go please, you can have all the food you want, just please let me and my nanna go!"

He nuzzle his nose on your neck.

"It's not food that I want baby.. it's you. God you smell so fucking good.."

You can feel his hand roam around your breast. He squeeze the left one with his right hand and begin to hump you from behind.

To be honest, you felt weird.

Good weird.

There was a pool of swirling needs inside you.

"Please.. ah.. Mr. Wolf.. I-"

"Park Jimin.

You were caught off guard.

"My name baby. It's Jimin. And you better remember it, cause you'll be screaming it all night."

As soon as he finish, Jimin aka Mr. Wolf pull the strings to your cloak and threw it onto your nanna's bed.

"Protection from evil? Haha. The only thing it does is make you look sexier baby. I fucking love red."

He then rip off your skirts and corsets, leaving you naked as well.

"Beautiful tits, puffy little pussy, ripe for bearing our litter.." he said, sniffing your pussy that makes you ticklish.

You try to run but Jimin threw you on the bed, smacking your ass.

You were lying on top of your red cloak.

"Please.. Jimin.. I- I'm scared.. don't do this.. don't eat me.."

Jimin laugh.

"I'll definitely eat you baby. But not in that way. A way that'll make you feel pleasurable. Now open your leg wide."

You refuse to do as he said but Jimin become impatient and forcefully spread your legs wide. He pulls your ankle close towards him and went on his knees.

You realize what he was doing.

"No! Stop it! No! I- ah.. ah..! Fuck.."

Jimin begin to make out with your pussy. He lick the lips with the edge of his tongue, staring at you with a smirk.

"Stop it.. no.. ah.. that doesn't.. feel good.. at all.."

"Really? You’re lying."

Jimin begin to nip and suck on your pussy, nose buried on your pubic hair. He was enjoying every second of eating you out, hand gripping on the back of your knees.

You arch your back, toes curling at his warm tongue, drinking your love juice.

You sweat a lot, and when you can't handle it anymore, you grip his hair with your fingers.

"Don't fucking stop.. fuck.. it feels so amazing.." you moan, giving into him.

Jimin became more wild at your obedience.

He watch as your face shows an expression full of pleasure and erotic sensation.

"So..mmm.. beautiful.. so.. delicious.. mmm" he stops between each suck.

"Jimin! I'm.. fuck! Ah!"

You squirt on his face. He loves it. He loves how you make a mess.

It wasn't enough for him. He was not over the foreplay yet. He wants you to get really, really wet for his cock.

Jimin insert his middle finger in your pussy.

"What.?? Ah stop! Jimin! I can't take it anymore!"

He laugh mischievously and thrust his finger in and out of your pussy. He slaps your cunt and occasionally kiss it.

You squirt again. In a heavy amount.

You were so exhausted.

"Jimin.. please.. I'm so tired.. what do you.."

"It's not over until I had my cum overflowing your pussy baby."

He hover above you and kiss your neck. He kisses all of you, your cheeks, your lips, your neck, your tits.

He put your hands on his neck.

"Hug me when you're about to cum."

Although he was in heat, he gently put his cock in your pussy and saw how you grunt in pain.

"First time baby?"

You look away shyly, nodding.

"Good. I'll be your forever and last mate."

He begin thrusting at a slow pace, your legs wrap around his torso.

Jimin grunts and growl in your ear, and you love it. You absolutely fell in love with this beast.

"Jimin.. go faster.. go faster.."

He went ballistic.

His balls slaps against your cunt, skin to skin sound all across your nanna's bedroom.

It was so hot and dirty.

His cock was big.. but not that you can't take it.

"You're so beautiful.. my luna.. my mate.." he whisper in your ear as he hips move at an irregular pace.

You felt him deep inside you, you almost faint.

"Stay up baby, I can't take my cock out if you pass out. Werewolf's cock stays inside a pussy locking it until the female cum."

It was an information.

But it was so hot. Plus his sexy voice.

Not a moment ago you were scared of him. 

But now, all you want was for him to cum and fill your pussy to the brim.

He smells like wood and trees fresh from the rain.

"Make me cum Jimin, make me pregnant.. ooh.. fuck.. that's it.. I don't care anymore.. let me have your pups.."

Jimin hugs you and suck on your tits. He circle his tongue around your tits and suck it to his heart's content.

You held onto his body and clawed on his ass. He had fine firm ass.

"I'm cumming my luna.. cum with me.. ooh shit.. shit..!"

You feel his cock expands in your wall and that also made you cum.

When his cock feels your cum, he softens but didn't pull out of you yet.

He lay on top of you, hearing your heartbeat.

"I can't believe my mate's a human."

You stare into the ceiling, surprised at his word.

"Don't be scared, I'll take care of you like a queen. Now, you're officially the luna of the blue moon pack."

You blink your eyes as he held his head up and kiss your lips gently. 

Jimin stand up, turning to his wolf form.

Before running into the night, the last thing you saw, was the cum covered red cloak on the bed.

You smile and ride on Jimin's back to start your own new pack.

[fallout4-reacts]

How would Nick, Danse (Pre-BB) Father and DiMA react to Sole who jerryrigged themselves a prosthetic arm out of an old gen 2 synth arm? If you don’t write for the last 2 it’s fine

Wow

This one is very original; I would never have thought of such a thing. I LOVE it!

Thank you so much for challenging me, I have uh… I admit I took a little pleasure in uh… must be honest, turning the thing into a ridiculous one 😉

Hope you’ll like it

Nick : It was a horrific experience. Sole turned it into a dark comedy. To be honest, Nick isn't surprised after the initial shock. What was to be expected when a Synth Gen2 blew Sole's arm to dust with an Institute rifle?

"Motherfucker! You take my arm, then I'll take yours!"

Nick would have wanted to tell them that … it doesn’t work that way. And it doesn't work that way. It's not a piece of duct tape that can make an artificial limb work, but every time Nick opens his mouth to speak to them, Sole gives him a look that sends shivers up his spine, even though he can't have a shiver and has no spine. So, Nick silently follows a Sole visible out of them who carries a ludicrous piece of articulated metal at the end of their shoulder for a few hours. And he struggles to hold back his laughter. Dismal.

When they retire for the night and the arm falls into the fire with the bundles of wood, Sole looks at him for a second before shrugging.

Nick rolls his eyes but remains silent. However, he is increasingly considering replacing... his companion.

"Do you agree to see a doctor about your missing limb now?"

"No, I'll ask Sturges to fix me up the next one I find."

Danse : It happened in a flash. When they reached this hellhole, the synths began to pour down on them, and the factory had previously been loaded with traps and bombs. Sole and Danse take cover to avoid a nourished shot when they hear the distinctive click of a trap.

The explosion hits both of them, but Danse's Power Armour protects him well. He finishes killing the synthetics and then searches the explosion wreckage for his recruit.

"Sole?"

He discovers them beneath a crumbled wall, which he can remove without causing further damage. Further damage than is already done.

"Stay with me, knight!"

Danse reacts immediately, putting pressure where the stump of the missing limb empties his poor companion's blood, who is still in shock, before diving inside Sole's bag and grabbing the box of stimpacks. The wound heals in time, but the arm does not grow back. Danse was already thinking of the pep talk that would be appropriate when the soldier realised what they lacked while acting in the sequence of procedures to take in such a case. But Sole pushes him back before he opens his mouth, gets up, and heads straight for a Synth Gen2's damaged body. Danse sighs; he was expecting that. Anger. Then comes denial, followed by... SHIT!

"He's already dead; what's the point in tearing his arm off?"

Sole turns to face their superior before returning to scavenge in their luggage, pulling out a tube of superglue and leather straps.

"I just lost my arm because of them. Pay-back."

In front of Danse's puzzled gaze, Sole fashions an orthosis that they stick to their stump and then secure with straps. Then they grabbed their weapon with one hand and stood in front of their superior, the prosthetic dangling grotesquely in the emptiness.

"Okay, shall we continue?"

Danse, who is absolutely taken aback, continues to fix the improvised artificial limb.

Danse shakes hard, continuing to staring at the mechanical arm that swings every time Sole changes direction. After a while, the paladin comes to an abrupt halt.

"I'm not… sure it's... in the procedure for..."

"Are we going or what?"

After a long while during which neither the knight nor the paladin reacted, Sole finally lost his composure and laughed out loud. Danse's brow furrows in displeasure.

"No, really not."

"What?"

"It's not working. We return to the Prydwen, and you allow Cade to operate you."

"There's nothing left to operate on."

"You're not going to walk around the Commonwealth dressed in a Brotherhood uniform with a synthetic arm, period."

"My body is my body!"

"It's NOT your body!"

"That’s...ridiculous. Is that all?"

"Undoubtedly," Danse admitted with a diminished smile.

"All right, Prydwen is well. Perhaps Ingram can create a better prosthetic for me."

"Definitely."

Father : Those who claim that ridicule doesn't kill have no idea what they are talking about. Father remains motionless for two minutes with his mouth ajar, as his directors exchange worrisome and uncomfortable looks. X6-88 wishes to die. After the accident, he followed Sole to the Institute, but he wished he'd blown up with the grenade when she took Sole's arm. While he was still upset over not being able to defend them from mutilation, he witnessed them ripping off the arm of a fallen Synth Gen2 and affixing it to their limb with... glue and leather straps.

And it is this portrait that they now give to Father, who appears to be in full apoplexy, silent and immovable at the end of the meeting table, his stare widened with stupor fixated on the grotesque limb that hangs from Sole's stump.

Father has recovered from his astonishment and is once again in command of his emotions, but for the first time in his life, he is torn between the need to laugh and the desire to cry. He casts an enquiring glance at X6, who tucks his head into his shoulders, feeling the shame of being connected with human foolishness for the first time in his existence.

"What is that?" the old man eventually articulates in a feeble voice.

"My new member," his parent excitedly declared.

"However...if you...want a synthetic prosthesis, we have doctors and scientists who can custom-make one for you."

DiMA : Things have become, to put it mildly, fascinating since Sole and Nick arrived on the island. When Faraday informs that they have returned to Acadia, DiMA prepared to greet them like guests, but he is totally dumbfounded for the first time since... forever.

Sole has obviously lost an arm, and DiMA can't help but feel sorry for them, but it's not that fact that has him flabbergasted. The synthetic is unable to divert his attention away from the thing, which stands grotesquely at the end of the stump.

Nick shrugs his shoulders and sighs as DiMA throw him a questioning look.

"Is that a... synthetic arm?"

Sole happily replied, "Gen2."

DiMA observes the absurd assemblage once more before turning to Nick.

"It's...ingenious," the Acadia leader said.

"It is ignominious, useless, and stupid," Nick corrects unequivocally. "I keep telling them, but they think it's a good idea to consider it. If you ask me, I think they're just using the situation to make fun of me," the detective adds between his teeth.

"Roooh" Sole just lift his eyes to heaven.

Nick then grumbles and walks away. Sole shrugs, laughing.

"Tell me, my brother, what makes Sole's gesture make you feel—

"Shut up!"

"I was making fun of him. Hey, I'm doing my best to cope."

DiMA no longer dares to open his mouth. It would be the height that he starts to stutter. Nonetheless, he is certain that if he attempts to talk, he will stutter.

[bleep-blop-lizard-hop]

WARRIOR IS BACK!!!

May favorite show is back! So many thoughts and Feelings! Just gonna throw this out into the void!

Warrior S3E1-3

Ah Toy/Nellie/Lai—As always, gotta start with my fave girl and her wife! It’s been only 2 months since season 2 so she hasn’t fully healed yet. She’s been spending a lot more time at Nellie’s vineyard. Those two and Lai make such an adorable little family! After all she’s been through, Ah Toy deserve some love and happiness. Alas, it’s not easy being an interracial gay relationship at this time. The vineyard was their safe space where they could be together freely, until Douglas Dickhead barged in. This guy clearly do not understand the concept of “no”.   He’s still salty he got rejected by a lesbian lmao. It was incredibly painful to see the destruction of the vineyard, though the fight was awesome. Shotgun Nellie, let’s gooo! Love the other girls fighting back too! That one motherfucker with the whip! Lai saving her mom! I really hope they can get through this and get revenge on those assholes. I wouldn’t forgive the writers for pulling a bury your gays during Pride Month.

Hop Wei—Young Jun and Ah Sahm are still on thin ice with each other. Poor lovable Hong gets to play the peacemaker in the middle. He also gets some loving this season, good for him! Business is bad because of extra police presence and racist laws being enforced. YJ going off on that old man was not a good look, ouch. This new money printing scheme will only lead to trouble later on. I also think it’s an important metaphor about money and power being the tools of hatred and inequality. Ah Sahm has a new LI named Yan Mi, who doesn’t put up with his bullshit. I like her fire. Ah Sahm is a feminist for dating strong women who drag the shit out of him. He’s also struggling with being a gangster or a hero for his people. Also his relationship with Mai Ling and YJ. 

Long Zhii—Mai Ling seems to be the only one who’s winning right now. Her alliance with Buckley has protected her Tong from the police raids. Now she’s absorbing other Tongs and expanding her influence outside of Chinatown. It’s interesting seeing a different side of her while interacting with the rich white ladies. It brings up the idea of assimilation into white society for acceptance, which often isn’t true. Also the eagerness of white people to consume Trauma Porn from POC. Mai Ling is covertly manipulating them, but it’s possible they can turn on her just like that. I think she might have learn a very hard lesson later on. Also why is she so impressed with that fugly pink dress??? Have you SEEN your wardrobe on this show?? Also Li Yong getting more depth and his friendship with new character Kon Pak(?). It kind of remind me of the relationship between YJ and Ah Sahm. He’s already whispering into Li Yongs ear about being leader of the Long Zhii. Their fight scene in episode 2 was dope! Shoutout to the legend Brett Chen, lead stunt coordinator for the show! Coordinating your own death must be fun lol.

Chao being Chao as usual lol. Zing’s gonna be after him tho.

Finally, a lot of new characters to shake things up this season. I love the show but I wish  it would have 90% less screen time for the racist white people, as “complex” as they are. 

Getting 3 episodes after 3 fucking years is amazing! Now I just have to wait for episode 4 😭

[lynxalon]

i'm watching exu: calamity for the third fucking time and i am once again absolutely insane about these fucking characters. laerryn coramar-seelie and loquatius seelie. their whole fucking divorced-in-love mess. zerxus ilerez and his damn prophetic visions. babe what horrors do u dream of now? patia motherfucking por'co. her memory loss payroll. her list of .. "friends with bad memory" . that was fucking crazy to hear the first time and on the third i'm still reeling. nydas okiro, i cant even begin with him . he was a pirate. he lived what could only be a pirate's dream, the guildmaster of a dragon's hoard, a dragon whom he can summon and command at will. his friend's son lives with his brother and family. he puts people on patia's payroll, both conjoined in secrets, but that's not only it. he was described as holding spinning plates at all times. he was laerryn's partner and confidant on her life's work. cerrit agrupnin. the father who got his children out of an apocalyptic catastrophe. the father who kept his promise to be with them. by sheer luck or by fate's design, by the strength of his virtue and love and a father's promise. of all that he could not and did not keep, the one most important. he was an investigator so adept at his job that invisibility could not keep a person hidden from his sight. he had a ring to detect lies. he had a ring. to detect lies. loquatius . the fey who fell in love with a mortal. the reporter who spoke to the people at the end of their lives and his own and called for them to stay. to do their duty, keep their promise. no officials get to leave the people they're supposed to protect and speak for behind. and no one shall forget the most beautiful woman in the world, laerryn coramar-seelie. the woman who, in secret, strived to give her husband and her friends and her heart, her avalir, an option. the choice, to rise above and beyond. to seek the knowledge of realms and stars and all that they could ever achieve. a future so bright it was blinding. a goal so lofty, a dream so wistful. a path tread almost completely alone. and in that, history and mistrust. the gau drashari who expected the wizards to not keep their word, and thus created the circumstance in which the wizards did not know the importance of the tree of names and saw it only as a limitation. because that's all it appeared to be. and zerxus. the godless. champion of a deity-less divinity. oracle who saw visions of the lord of the hells. he saw the lord of the hells, hurting and injured. and in that being he saw redemption and a path to healing. he faced asmodeus and straight up said "oh you poor thing" afsgsjdkfkflflflgl he looked at a god and held nothing but pity for him upon seeing that he could not be redeemed. that there was such deep hatred. he was killed and revived over and over by this god. the god that he brought through into the world. . . the por'co legacy. patia, who in the end gifted her knowledge of everything truly Everything to a young maya agrupnin. and what of young kir and maya? celebrations and festivities, the anticipation of seeing their father. maya snuck out to a party to meet a girl and drink alcohol she doesn't even like, tailed by her brother who mirrored their father. kir, junior investigator, because of him, cerrit thankfully did not have to track down maya in panic. kir who received a message from his father to gather at their home. and then their father sent them away, to safety. 2/3rds of the world met calamity. how must it have felt to be a young child, everything you knew ending and dying. fuck man. that's not even everything i could fucking say about all of this i havent even broached the lord of the hells and the plot and the depth of patia's complexity with memory and knowledge and laerryn and loquatius and their open jabs and silent acts of devotion and love, zerxus and cerrit and their opposing and paralleled paths of fatherhood, nydas' and zerxus and cerrit. protectors. laerryn and patia. visionaries. loquatius. truth and hope and home.

[aajjks]

TC!Jungkook

*Before Jungkook can get his wife out of the room and to safety, Dace is already back on his feet and made his way to the double chamber doors. As he shuts and locks the doors, he tips the heaven bookshelf over. Blocking, trapping all three in the room. Chucking, Dace realizes Jungkook doesn’t have another weapon on him. The only one he had was the dagger lodged in his shoulder. Jungkook has been so out of his mind he wasn’t even prepared for an actual hunt. Ripping the dagger from his own shoulder he lunges at Jungkook. With the dagger in his hand, both men wrestle for dominance before both men tumblr over the injured wife who had been thrown to the floor for protection. As Jungkook panicked for a moment, asking his wife if she was okay, apologizing for hurting her, he’s kicked in the side of his head. Dace quickly uses this moment to grab Yn by her hair, dragging her to the balcony door before ripping them open. Dagger pressed hard against her neck as Dace said…*

What wrong Jungkook? Didn’t expect it to be me did you. YOU TAKE ONE STEP OVER THAT LINE AND I PLUNG THIS DAGGER IN HER JUGULAR! Stay right there. This is better than what I wanted. I wanted to kill her and let you find her but seeing your face, this close. Nothing can be better than this. Why? You’re asking me why I did this? WHY?! You took my fiancé away from me! YOU REMEMBER SANA? THE WOMEN YOU KILLED?!! She was my everything! Sana was meant to be with me! A stupid little crush on you wasn’t worth her life! You could have banished her from the palace, country hell I don’t care but killing her wasn’t it! STAY RIGHT THERE MOTHERFUCKER!!

“Jungkook, stop! Please just stop! Everytime you come closer he’s just pushing it harder!” His wife pleads in pain with tears in her eyes. Her broken ribs, making it harder to breathe.

That’s right and the next step of take, I will slit her throat before you reach her. You of all people know how quick of a kill I can do! Why do you think I became your right hand man? You took away the person who made me the happiest. Ever since the day I found out she had been killed by you, I had been trying to think of a way to hurt you! I couldn’t hurt Yn at the time because although you loved her then, you love her more now. You love her more because she loves you back. It’ll hurt you more now that you knew what it was like to be loved. You will pay for what you did to me! YOU WILL FUCKING PAY FOR THIS!!

Jungkook chuckles, he cannot help it.

So this was about Sana all along? The woman that was obsessed with him actually had a lover? And now seeing his reaction, Jungkook feels a sense of satisfaction.

He doesn’t regret killing that bitch. Because she was going to kill you that night. Jungkook rolls his eyes, tsking before he leans his head forward, and as fast he can? he runs towards you before he gives you a knowing look he is sticking his hand into your dress that covering your chest and he is taking out his actual weapon out of it.

Dace… poor him, “aw look at you bastard… you loved a woman that never wanted you… how fucking pathetic.” He spits, before attacking dace in the neck with his weapon, immediately freeing you from him, who is way too focused on jungkooks harsh words to realize that jungkooks actually got him.

he finally succeeds because the guy Was too lost in his words to comprehend what is going on right now, and Just like that jungkook doesn’t waste a moment before stabbing him in the heart.

“Well now you can both be together and hell where you both belong. She must be waiting for you… aw look at this- a match made in HELL.” Jungkook chuckles statistically before taking out the dagger from his chest, to stab him once more. “ what did you think? Motherfucker that I didn’t have another weapon on me? Aw despite you training with me for so many years how could you have underestimated me?!”

It was a foolish move from dace, really.

Jungkook is so busy, stabbing the man to that to not notice that you’re actually here watching everything, watching your husband, take another life.

“NO ONE HURTS MY WIFE AND EXPECTS TO GET AWAY WITH IT.” He is now gritting his teeth. “ how could you have taken yn as my weakness when she is my fucking strength!”

Yeah, it’s so fucking satisfying to watch the man cough, still glaring at his king. “I AM YOUR KING. I will always be two steps ahead of you.”

[electrasev5nwrites]

Ninja Daily: AIC 15

Konoha kind of sucked.

At least, it sucked when you were pretending not to know any one in town or how to locate any key locations. Being under constant surveillance by an ANBU team didn't exactly help Aiko get jollied up, either. By the day before the test, her nerves were strung out.

It wasn't so bad for her genin team, as far as she could tell. Konoha must have determined that they weren't high-level plants. Or, like, higher level plants than was expected. So the three-man ANBU patrol team (she wasn't fucking bitter that she apparently didn't merit a full-team with a captain. Of course not. Why would she be bitter about that? Being underestimated was a tactical advantage that someone who was fucking stupid enough to accidentally become the Mizukage wouldn't get often.)

- anyway, the team stayed on her ass like a tight pair of pants and occasionally signaled to each other in super-secret Konoha chakra pulse code which she definitely didn't detect or understand and wasn't fucking irritated about, okay?

She may or may not have spent nearly half the day in her hotel room glowering at the staticky tv while one of her ANBU watchers pointed out something that wasn't actually suspicious in what had to be a fit of optimism that something exciting would happen soon. Apparently they had a long shift. God, she remembered that grind. Patrolling at nights, under the open sky, sprinting over the rooftops- that was fine. But daytime surveillance of some dignitary or other mildly important personage was tedious.

"Poor bastards," Aiko said to herself.

One of the ANBU's chakra honed in on her, apparently augmenting their hearing to catch what she said next. Perhaps they thought she had some kind of communication device.

That kind of ability was a clue she latched onto out of boredom- that meant there was no one on the team who had augmented hearing normally. So there no Inuzuka around. But being able to temporarily sharpen senses with chakra implied practice in a similar skillset or above-average ability in chakra manipulation. A Hyuuga? A medic? Maybe even a Nara, actually. The team was either a bit green or a bit relaxed, judging by the fact that they hadn't seen fit to go chakra dark. Someone must have pegged her as lacking sensing abilities.

To be fair, that was true- but she was attuned to the type of cues that Konoha used from years of personal experience. Still. A truly cautious, paranoid team would have gone to the extra effort. She wasn't exactly being tailed by veterans here. Again, she was being underestimated.

'Or maybe', Aiko thought optimistically. 'Maybe Konoha is intentionally pretending to underestimate me in order to slip something more covert past my attention, or to try to pinpoint my abilities. Maybe-'

She sighed.

'This is getting stupid. Those are all possibilities, but I'm just wallowing now. I've got to get out of this room.'

Telling herself that didn't make venturing out to be a pariah in her hometown any more attractive. If she'd worn nearly any other headband, the reception would probably have been less pointed. But no. She'd had to fall in with Mist. She'd pledged to protect and serve the country with the honorable distinction of producing the most basketcases per capita in the goddamn continent.

'Well,' Aiko thought with dark humor. 'I commit like a motherfucker, at least. I ruin lives like nobody's business. Mostly mine, but hey.'

That didn't exactly bode well for Kirigakure, but she couldn't possibly be worse than Obito.

Probably?

Whatever.

It was the scent of spices and heated sauces clawing their way through her window that finally drew Aiko out into the streets. She followed her nose to festival-type stands set up for the exams. Aiko slipped into the crowds with only a flinch at the press of bodies. She was aware, too aware, that proximity to strangers was made even more alarming and dangerous with her reduced vision. Her heartbeat climbed from the effort of concentrating enough to offset her blurry, dark vision with what she was hearing to navigate. More than once her reflexes were tested by the effort of quickly but smoothly retreating from the brush of fabric or the heat of skin when she accidentally stepped too close to someone else.

It was unexpectedly exhausting. Unless she was pretending to be in such a bad mood that she was purposefully bumping into people, she had to be careful. She was being watched.

'They probably can't see that much.' Aiko felt a muscle flex in her neck. She suppressed the urge to look around and pinpoint where her observers had moved to as a vantage point- they would know that she would suspect she was being watched, but confirming that she was aware enough of her observers to locate them would provide data about her abilities. They'd probably send a better team.

That would be better for her pride, to be honest, but it was safest if she could be semi-certain that she could ditch the observers if needed.

Dried fish and the scent of octopus steaming in batter rose temptingly above the crowd, but she found it too hard to pinpoint the takoyaki stand. She took a chance on a queue where the air was tantalizingly mingled with savory scents. By the time she was close enough to pick up on the warm notes of soy sauce and frying chicken, it was a bit late to duck out of the line unseen.

That was fine. Festival karaage was the best. There was absolutely nothing like it. Her mouth watered.

She was nearly at the front of the line when something changed. Aiko kept her face blank, but her attention was turned backwards.

The noise of the crowd had changed- louder, although the tone and quality of the sounds hadn't changed. It was closer? Yes. Something on the far edge of the road was causing people to crowd away, forcing the slow stream of bodies to press closer.

Aiko focused on the area, just for a moment.

'Ah,' she thought simply.

The man in front of her moved away. She stepped forward unthinkingly and chose the medium-size serving when prompted.

'Now that I've noticed him, it's hard to imagine I didn't sense him approaching before now. He's not subtle, is he?'

Seeing -or detecting, rather- Gaara as an adult, Aiko reflected, made it difficult to believe that anyone had failed to notice he was a jinchuuriki. He oozed bad news. Even civilians could tell, judging by the way the crowd parted around him as he skirted the edges of the street on the way to the training grounds allotted for the foreigners. She didn't look at him as she left coins on the counter tray, but the grip of her left hand on the steaming cup was a bit too firm.

It was quite likely that a more obvious jinchuuriki had never obvioused. Gaara was, like, the prototypical jinchuuriki. Looking up the definition of a jinchuuriki would lead to a list of his most distinct traits and a warning to stay away.

How had he slipped by unnoticed?

Gaara was a classic case study of weak sealing- the steady fog of malevolent intent incongruous with his calm-faced exterior was a bit of a giveaway. The obvious fear displayed by his teammates made it painfully apparent that something was amiss, if absolutely nothing else.

What the hell was Konoha doing? Had they all collectively forgotten how to ninja, or was there a reason that they would allow an obvious jinchuuriki to wander the streets, undeclared?

No. Konoha had to know. Maybe… maybe it was a case of him coming into Konoha unremarked, rather than undetected. That fit the evidence better. But why would Konoha tolerate that?

'Sand is a traditional ally,' Aiko allowed. She stabbed a piece of karaage with the wooden pick and lifted it to her mouth. Hot juice spilled across her lips when she bit in, hastily licked away before it could make a mess. 'Maybe they're willing to go further than I thought to preserve that relationship.'

That… that possibility certainly fit in with what had happened after the chuunin exams invasion, that was for sure. Aiko frowned.

She needed to think more deeply on that. Just in case. She'd taken Konoha's quick assent to mended bridges as proof of Konoha's forgiving nature, as well as their desperation for any ally among the great nations when the largest two countries were Fire Country's dedicated enemies.

If that hypothesis was false- if the treatment of Suna was due to something intrinsic about their relations rather than desperation- then her goal might be harder to meet. It might require more drastic action than simply leaving Suna out to flap in the wind.

Well. There was always the several hundred kilometer long conclusion about why Konoha would prefer Suna to Kiri.

Her jaw clenched. The street food felt dry and tasteless in her mouth.

'I should go make sure my team is ready to go. The exams start in 14 hours. Is there anything I can do for them at the last minute?'

Aiko considered possibilities and discarded them just as quickly. With team 7, she'd sponsored bonding time- dinner, a sleepover, and one last check of equipment. But that didn't seem appropriate now, with a team that was nervous around her. It would be counterproductive. She'd already had her genin confirm their prepared status at the local office and….

Huh. She couldn't sense her ANBU team. Aiko felt an eyebrow raise, hidden in her bangs. Had they fallen back to a distance? Had her guard been lifted- no, that was ridiculously unlikely. It was possible that the team had simply been given shift relief by a more experienced or paranoid unit.

Well. It shouldn't matter. If she didn't 'know' anything about her observers, than she certainly shouldn't react to changes in their patterns.

After the karaage, she managed to find takoyaki hot enough to burn her mouth and make the proprietor joke about her having a cat-tongue. It settled in her stomach and left her feeling lazy and satisfied. She could go back and lay down, but it seemed like the spell would break and she'd go back to feeling like a caged animal in a place that should have been hers. Aiko was already walking, so she tossed her trash and let her feet carry her unthinkingly.

She did make one errand that lifted her spirits when her wanderings took her past a bookstore. Clever, clever Jiraiya. It really was a good time to schedule a release of a special edition- people would be in Konoha from the many countries with embargoes on his work. He'd make bank, not the black market that moved his work across borders.

'To be fair, he's probably involved in the black market as well.'

Aiko admired Jiraiya's business acumen even as she purchased her copy and sealed it away in a scroll. The proprietor gave her an odd look and put away the blue plastic bag she'd offered, but Aiko was done fucking around with the security of her Icha Icha.

The Icha Icha situation was, quite frankly, becoming ridiculous.

The last copy she'd dared to carry around had been confiscated by Suna when they captured her in the desert. The one before that she'd been forced to abandon due to Obito's sudden onset of jackassery, and then it'd been taken as evidence by Konoha before she got back.

Frankly, she didn't fucking trust anyone to leave her books the hell alone. What was up with that, even? She loved her books, but they weren't that valuable or unique. There was no reason that this should keep happening to her. It was weird, that was what it was. Just plain weird.

Walking became easier as the dinner rush ended and people streamed home. She haunted the streets until curfew forced her in, although she kept to back streets to avoid the crush of bodies. Surely she was still being watched, but merely wandering the city wouldn't betray excessive familiarity, as long as she avoided shortcuts and retraced her steps to return to the hotel instead of taking another route.

Her genin were already abed when she checked in. Yuusaku stirred when she slid the door open and counted bodies, but the others were fast asleep. He blinked heavily and made eye contact. Then he made a displeased sound and disappeared back under the covers. Aiko smiled wryly and closed the door.

It was all rather endearing, but it didn't bode well for their survival odds.

Well.

'Let them rest,' Aiko decided. 'They'll need it. And perhaps they just feel safer here. They should be more alert sleeping outside. If nothing else, they'll set a watch.'

If nothing else, the following morning brought the relief that her brats were at least sensible enough to make it to the exam room. She stood outside the exam center just long enough to see the poor fools who'd failed that pre-test stream out, dejected.

It took a surprisingly long time for events to commence. She didn't remember that, but then, she'd been busy with Anko at this point in her.. She'd been with Anko at the time before.

The foreign adults mostly milled around, waiting for further information. When the jounin were finally invited to observe the proceedings of the first event, Aiko joined nearly all the other teachers. She fell to the back of the line filing into a room that resembled the jounin lounge.

There was something a little odd, though, she noticed. There were certainly Konoha jounin in the room- but most of them weren't the genin teachers. There were a few teachers for older teams, she saw, but.. Kakashi, Kurenai, Gai, Asuma… nowhere in sight.

'Why would they separate the Konoha sensei, I wonder?'

Aiko slowly unwrapped a piece of gum and bit into it. She crushed the silver wrapper in her fist before tucking it in a pocket. Genma, who happened to be standing next to her, gave her a curious look.

His lips worked where he would normally have a senbon, and something brightened in his face. "I'll buy you a coffee in exchange for a piece of gum," he offered casually. He leaned into her personal space, just close enough for her to feel the heat of his body through her left sleeve.

Aiko was already reaching for the pack when his words registered. She glanced up at him incredulously. Was he flirting-

oh.

Oh.

Her gaze fixed on his smile, slightly crooked and displaying teeth that perfectly straddled the boundary of 'white' and 'too white'. Her heart shuddered uncertainly in her chest.

He smelled like the reinforced padding in his flak jacket and the same weapon's polish she'd always favored, paired with the 'scentless' Konoha type soap that actually had some notes of pine. He smelled like home and safety.

There had always been rumors about Genma being a flirt, but she'd never seen evidence before. Of course, he was… what, fifteen years her senior? So that previous lack of evidence made sense. Only a true, Jiyaiya-level creep would be so shameless as to flirt with someone who he should see as a child.

'Well. Actually. He's not that much older than me now,' she reasoned. 'Four years isn't a significant different for two people in their twenties.' When Genma reached out to take the candy from her, warm, calloused fingers accidentally brushed over hers. He was quite attractive, actually. God, look at those shoulders.

The look he gave her was entirely too pleased. That snapped her out of it.

It was probably far too late, but she rearranged her expression back into studied disinterest. "No need. Sometimes a person really needs gum." Pointedly, she wrinkled her nose and turned away from his breath slightly.

Genma's eyebrows rose slowly. Someone nearby snickered but she couldn't see who.

That was when the lights dropped.

Aiko tensed, shoulders drawing in. She cursed the reaction immediately but it was too late to do anything about it. How dark was it? How impaired was normal vision? She had no idea from her own senses. But logic told her the room was probably only dim enough to make viewing a screen easy.

…Genma, at least, had definitely seen that reaction.

Well.

'He won't know what to think about it. He'll probably just think I'm easily startled. Maybe even that I'm on edge about sudden environmental changes when in a small room full of high-level shinobi without a single ally.'

Actually.. yeah. That was a much more plausible explanation than secret night blindness.

A screen flickered to life- no, it was wavering, undulating along a loosely hung sheet. It was a projection. Aiko leaned back against the wall and watched what she could see. The display was bright enough- the problem was more that taller jounin were blocking the bottom part of the screen. Still, she saw her genin file into view, along with a whole host of others.

Her eyes darted across the distant room, cataloging genin mostly by hairstyles and what little could be discerned of their clothing from the ceiling camera. Team 7 bounced in near the middle of the group, in a mob of Konoha shinobi. Others filed around, spilling into the corners of the room and perching on desks.

Her genin had been some of the first in, and secured a desirable position against the wall. It was pointless, since Ibiki would split them and make them move, but Aiko still felt a little proud of how sensible her brats were being.

Ibiki entered like a hurricane, sending genin scattering in fear. She repressed a snort.

'Pity that there's no sound. I wonder what he's saying.'

The genin took seats according to verbal instructions. As Ibiki paced and pontificated, Aiko felt her attention wander. Her eyes were adjusted enough that she could make out darker silhouettes in the room around her, but not much more. The assembled jounin were quiet, breathing nearly in unison with nary a fidget. She could smell-

Aiko didn't let herself still, turning her face in continued perusal of the room she couldn't actually see.

She smelled mint. Genma was breathing in her direction, which meant he was watching her even as she was turned away from him. Surely the back of her head wasn't too stimulating, no matter how much of a flirt he was. She focused her attention on him without looking over. Aiko tried to hear his breathing, to pick up on the subtleties of his chakra to guess at his level of agitation or interest. Nothing came of it- he was too good, of course he was.

'Well. Of course the Konoha jounin are here to watch us. Is he here to monitor me in specific?'

The skin on the back of her neck prickled. She had the oddest impression that she could almost hear someone talking in the distance, a voice distorted and low. Aiko swallowed. Okay, that was weird. There shouldn't be anything wrong with her hearing. Was it her imagination acting up? She was more than a bit on-edge. God, she was so paranoid that she was trying to convince herself that she was hearing things. She needed a break, desperately.

She turned her attention back to the screen, portraying obliviousness to Genma's attention.

The test had started. Ryuusei was staring down at his sheet, pencil still as if he was waiting for the answers to the universe to bubble up in the answer space. Yuusaku was making lazy, sure markings that would certainly draw someone else to cheat off of him. If she knew him at all, he was marking wrong answers. She felt her lips curl into a smile. And her last duckling, Keisuke, was-

Aiko felt a deep sigh rise in her chest.

Keisuke had flipped his sheet over and was drawing a slightly wobbly kunoichi with improbably shaped breasts and… demon horns. Her hair and clothes were uncomfortably familiar, although shocking liberties had been taken with the neckline. The hip holster was spot-on, though.

'Little shit. Honestly. He seemed so quiet and well-behaved.'

That phrase caught in her mind, ringing like a bell. Shit. That was classic, wasn't it? Textbook misdirection. Aiko tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling mournfully.

'I can't believe I fell for that crap. I didn't notice a genin leering at me because I thought he was the least troublesome one.'

Pride aside, it was… It was kinda gross, Aiko reflected. Children are gross.

"Children are gross," she said aloud.

Someone gave her an odd look. A few people might have taken a step away from her. Probably wasn't personal. Certainly they were just trying to get a better view of the projection as it cycled through camera feeds.

Her brats made it through the test, along with about half of the teams. When the screen focused on Sakura's beaming relief as results were announced, Aiko looked away.

'She's going to be dead before the end of the day.'

It would be nice to forget that. It would be really, really nice to forget that.

An anomaly in the crowd drew her eye. Genma. He was too still in her peripheral. He was definitely watching her, not the screen. Had he caught the image that had prompted her to look away? He shouldn't have, but she had shit luck. Who else had been displayed at that moment? Could her motion be attributed to boredom or distraction, given her careless statement minutes ago about distaste for children? How should she play this off?

'Deflect. Make him think that something else is going on in my head, that it wasn't about the video feed.'

Deliberately, she turned her head and made eye contact as if sensing his attention had been what prompted her to look away from the screen. His features started to shift into false sheepishness, a hand moving to the back of his neck. Aiko tilted her head minutely, let her mouth twist into a wicked little smirk, and then slowly, obviously, ran up and down his body. When she made it back up to his eyes, the pretense of embarrassment at having been caught staring was gone, replaced by something sly and hungry.

She had just thought to deflect by leering- not to actually do anything. But.

He looked like he wanted a chance to get her naked and mouth at every centimeter of her flesh. He looked like an excellent distraction.

A warm thrill simmered in her body, too low for her to pretend the sensation was in her stomach. She lifted her head just slightly in challenge, flashing her neck.

Then she broke the stare and walked for the door.

Her pulse quickened when he followed.

His gaze was towards the exit when he stepped into the hallway, clearly looking to follow her out the building. He was looking the wrong way. She shut the door and slammed him into the wall, one hand in his collar and the other curled around the wrist that had reached for a weapon. There was a tense moment, then he let her press his wrist against the wall by his head.

"Not that I mind-" his amused tone hitched when she put her teeth to his neck to shut him up, deflecting from his mouth. She didn't want to kiss him-that was too personal. She licked. He made a sound she wouldn't have heard if she hadn't been against his throat. Something fierce uncoiled in her chest even as she was pressing a knee between Genma's legs.

She could feel his pulse jumping through her lips. She'd done that. The knowledge was intoxicating. Aiko smiled, and then scraped her inhumanly sharp teeth gently against his Adam's apple. Casually, she moved a finger to the underside of the wrist she held, checking at his pulse. It was just as fast- of course it was, but that was somehow thrilling. Was he intimidated, or just excited? Did he know that she could rip out his throat with her teeth, if she wanted?

"Uzu.-" He swallowed.

She smiled against the skin. Instead of answering, she squeezed his wrist.

It took Genma a moment to gather himself. "There's a- room upstairs," he managed.

Aiko really did not give a single shit. But she liked the way that his breath hitched. "What kind of room?" She moved her hand from his collar to the zipper, pausing a moment to check his expression. Genma's pupils were blown wide open and fixed on her hand. She tugged it up pointedly, then tilted it down as if she was going unzip the jacket.

"Yes." Genma twitched against her, as if he wanted to push her off and take control. He seemed to remember that hadn't been the question. "Control room. Or something."

Aiko huffed. "Konoha," she drawled, the irritation of the last months welling up again. "How welcome am I near classified material?" She pulled the flak jacket open and pushed it halfway off his shoulders. Yes. They were as nice as she'd thought. Aiko ran her fingers up and greedily squeezed at the muscles.

Genma sucked in a breath, and that was when she realized it'd been a test. God only knows what would have happened if she'd taken the chance to get close to sensitive equipment. Little shit. It was probably a trap. She'd walk in and ANBU would drop from the ceiling, and she probably wouldn't get to get anyone naked at all. Aiko bared her teeth and pushed him further into the wall, irritated. He finally spoke up again. "Utility closet." Genma jerked his head left.

That was a better suggestion.

"Come on." Aiko tugged.

"I have to disagree with Hatake. She's definitely an aggressive personality," Genma described. He slumped against the wall , picking idly at his teeth with his senbon. A truly brutal bruise was starting to bloom above the collar of his flak jacket, but he didn't seem to care. "Maybe she was having an off-day in Wave, or sticking to a role. She's quiet enough to get the drop on me and put me against a wall. Fast enough to catch me from reaching for a weapon- the thing with Gai wasn't a fluke." He nodded in acknowledgment to the other jounin, who was looking uncharacteristically serious. "I agree that she's dangerous, in theory at least."

"You did take a long while to report. I suppose she was also strong enough to keep you captive," Kakashi drawled without looking up from his book. "Next time we'll send a rescue team into the utility closet. Did she use the mop to incapacitate you? I bet it was the mop."

Genma shrugged. "It isn't fraternizing with a target if they initiate. I was told to get close, not how." He paused. "She's fairly hot, too. How certain is the Sandaime that she's secretly fifty years old? I don't buy it. There's no illusion that holds up to that much contact, unless she's got a Tsunade-level physical transformation going on." He sucked air in through his teeth. "If so, don't tell me. I want to keep that memory the way it is."

Kurenai made a disgusted sound at the crude basis for his analysis, but didn't disagree. She wouldn't know, really. She'd been watching the real-time exam with Asuma to call out camera shots to look for while Gai and Kakashi watched the foreigners watch the time-delayed version. But she'd paid enough attention to tune in when Kakashi let out a heavy sigh. She'd watched disbelievingly as Genma had followed his target away from the cameras too eagerly for a semi-public makeout session like a horny teenager. She'd nearly laughed, though, when Genma tried to trick Uzumaki into walking into the control room. That would have been… Well. It hadn't happened, in any case.

"While I, too, am overjoyed for our comrade's wealth of energetic activities with many new surprisingly youthful friends, perhaps we might address the matter at hand?" Gai gave an incongruous thumbs-up. "The safety of our beautiful young comrades is paramount! I, for one, am not yet convinced about the presence of such a mysterious person with a demonstrated interest in Konoha's bright blooming youths."

Genma eyed Gai suspiciously. He was never certain that the younger jounin wasn't just fucking with him. "Well," he started slowly. "I'm not a miracle worker. I determined that Uzumaki-san knows I was there to observe her. I don't yet know if she knows that I know she knows I'm her watch. I need to spend more time with her to narrow that down and determine a course of action and whether it's going to be plausible to turn her."

"She isn't attached to her team," Kurenai opined. "I read her as being more dutiful last night. If she wasn't lying about having no prior commitment to Kirigakure, they have something on her now. Unless we can eliminate that element, persuasion is irrelevant."

Asuma shook his head. "Maybe she just doesn't like kids. That'd explain your impression that there's little to no team connection. I don't buy that Kirigakure sent an unknown to represent them in Konoha. Yagura's a wildcard, but he's not insane. Unless he wants to provoke war, which would be particularly…" Asuma sucked in air through his teeth. "Imprudent," he decided.

"Is there another way to reconcile those possibilities?" Genma pulled the senbon out. "What circumstance could lead to a shinobi not being an unknown that Kiri wouldn't risk sending as a representative, but still make it plausible that she told Kakashi in good faith that she had no village attachment?" He nodded in deference towards the other jounin, who was both younger and more experienced.

He didn't think that Uzumaki had slipped a direct lie past Kakashi. She was good at deflection, at making someone look the wrong way for the trick- but he didn't peg her as an especially skilled infiltrator. No. She was something else, unless this was a helluva long con in action.

Kurenai crossed her arms and hummed. "Some sort of contractor situation?" she guessed, unenthusiastic about the theory. "Uzumaki could be a free agent who has worked with Kirigakure before."

"Or she could be on the outs with Kirigakure," Asuma said. He looked out the window, clearly bored with re-hashing what they'd all witnessed and discussed. "Kiri doesn't exactly have a high satisfaction rate. It could be that she feels the current administration is no place where she belongs. God only knows there's ten or so different factions of opinion on Kirigakure's reformation."

Kurenai nodded slowly. "That would fit, but not explain why she is here now. Unless Kirigakure recently had a change of administration leadership or policy that brought her back into the fold."

There was a moment of quiet.

Kakashi sighed, lifting his head. "That's where my money is. In order to determine the level of threat and likelihood of poaching Uzumaki from Kiri, we need to find out who is holding her leash and why she's cooperating with them." He shut his book and slipped it away. "The only thing to do is wait for our agent to return with information. But in the meantime, I don't like the way she flinched when the camera was on my genin. That looked like guilt to me."

Genma snorted. "I can't say. I wouldn't have known that was what had happened from watching her. Are you sure about the volume on these things?" He indicated the tiny black machinery that had been fished out of his ear with senbon and a prayer. "She tensed up when Asuma told me which shot was coming up next. I could swear she'd heard."

Kakashi's brow wrinkled. "Extremely unlikely. An Inuzuka could at that distance. I might pick out the communication, if I was paying attention. But we don't have any reason to assume she has augmented hearing capabilities."

He let the corollary hang.

Asuma said it anyway. "Don't have any reason to believe she doesn't, either, aside from it not being an Uzumaki bloodline." He snorted, disgusted. "That we know of. Whose to say? That's not exactly the kind of fabled ability that goes down in history, and the Uzumaki that any of us have personally known could hardly be called representative samples."

Genma's mouth twisted to the side. True enough. "That raises the question again of why Kiri had an Uzumaki, assuming she's not either an independent contractor or improbably well-preserved." Distaste colored his tone. "I gotta say, the only option coming to mind is unpleasant."

Kakashi looked away. No one else seemed to want to respond to that.

Kiri'd been one of the countries that destroyed Uzushiogakure- no Uzumaki in their right mind would have chosen to go there. It made much more sense that Kiri had captured some in hopes of making a more stable jinchuuriki, or gaining some kind of sealing knowledge.

If they went by appearances, this woman was about twenty- she wouldn't have been born when Uzushiogakure fell. That meant she hadn't been taken prisoner- she'd be a generation removed. It seemed like the kind of thing that Kumo had tried on Kushina and even the little Hyuuga princess. They'd probably taken a young woman or two captive and tried to manufacture their own loyal Uzumaki.

It made the target's slightly less proto-typical Uzumaki features take on an unpleasant pallor, to say the least. One parent with white or blond hair and dark eyes could explain how her features deviated from well-recorded clan norms.

Well. Genma shoved his hands in his pockets. "This is pleasant and all, but I'll see you tomorrow." He made a face. "We have a long day of surveillance tomorrow."

Kurenai huffed agreement. "I am exceedingly fond of training ground 44," she said in a dry sort of tone that implied the exact opposite. "I look forward to the opportunity. I only wish that you were so lucky as to join us, instead of your current task. I know how you suffer watching Uzumaki."

Genma didn't manage to hide a grin. He did have the better assignment.

"That's the spirit." Kakashi ambled to the door, happy to leave the building. The genin were getting briefed, and the foreigners had all been cleared out and escorted to their accommodations before they'd dared to begin this discussion.

Frankly, it was time to go home.

The signal came during that first night of the test in the Forest of Death. Aiko startled awake, reaching for a weapon. She'd trapped the absolute hell out of her quarters, now that there was no risk of genin stumbling into them for the time being. She could hiraishin to her students without much risk of someone getting into the hotel room. At least, not without leaving signs that-

She paused in the middle of adjusting her weaponry.

The seal calling for her attention wasn't in the Forest of Death. It was in Mizugakure.

"That seems… bad," Aiko said to herself. Her tone across dubious even to her own ears.

That meant Utakata or Mei. Both options meant there was a fairly good chance that she was talking into either a disaster they couldn't deal with, or a trap to kill her and replace her.

Well. Utakata was less likely to kill her, unless he was still really hurt. He thought that she'd consciously tricked him into helping her avenge herself on Mizugakure, and honestly, that made so much more sense than what she'd really done that there didn't seem to be much point in attempting to exonerate herself.

She suited up quickly, not bothering to wear the Kiri-style uniform since she wasn't representing anyone in Konoha at the moment. It was the work of a moment to pull herself across a distance that would take a lesser woman a good week and a half to cross, if that lesser woman happened to be an elite ANBU.

"As punctual as ever," Mei greeted calmly, and that didn't make much sense. Were they pretending to have a rapport? Was that what was happening?

Mei was in a uniform, hair pulled back professionally. Two hunter-nin were standing at opposite ends of the room. The interesting thing, however, was a prisoner bound on his knees at Mei's feet.

Aiko rolled with it, nodding graciously to her nominal subordinate. "How lovely to see you. Is this a social call?"

The prisoner looked up.

'Ah,' Aiko thought, closely followed by, 'Holy fucking shit.'

"Konoha has kindly sent someone to express interest in our political affairs," Mei explained cooly. She looked as though she might give the poor man a kick for good measure. She wouldn't, though. Not her style. "I was wondering what sort of accommodations you would like to offer our esteemed guest, and what length his stay might be. It is considered most polite not to invite guests long-term without input from the head of the household," she breezed, and if that didn't sound pointed, Aiko didn't know what would. It was probably some kind of follow-up joke to a conversation she'd had with the prisoner before.

Aiko looked at the poor bastard and didn't rub at her temples. She didn't. She just really wanted to. "Have you checked for wood clones?" she asked Mei wearily.

Yamato shot to his feet in unison with the fake hunter-nin who lunged at Aiko from behind, swinging. It was an exceedingly foolish move- Yamato was damn good, but he wasn't good enough to pick a fight in a room with two kage-level kunoichi and a hunter-nin. Aiko put down the clone with prejudice, but winced when Mei wasn't terribly gentle with the real man.

He hit the ground hard, bleeding from the back of his head. He'd probably have burns around his arms from the material that Mei had used to bind his arms in front in a way that had to be painful.

Typical.

The older kunoichi scowled at Aiko, calm facade thrown off. "I can't believe that. You just happened to know this specific Konoha nin?"

She considered and dismissed several obnoxious responses, including, "I know everything," and "I always ask that question, don't you?" In the end, Aiko settled for sighing and rolling a shoulder. "Oddly, yes."

Mei eyed her suspiciously a moment before she accepted the answer as it was. The older woman sighed. She crossed her arms. "Well. What do you think?"

Aiko toed at Yamato's leg. He didn't move. "I think that this is going to be a diplomatic nightmare."

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thousand autumns donghua, episode 11~

I READ THE TITLE Y'ALL!!! I ACTUALLY READ THE HANZI!! I AM WAY TOO PROUD OF MYSELF HAHAHA!!! ahem ANYWAY~ one of my fav things about donghua and cdrama is when there's lots of ppl in a scene and the background is full of them all going '走 走 走!' and '来 来 来!' like it's just….very comforting bg noise?? like ppl singing in the pub or ur parents chatting with each other when ur falling asleep as a kid. I MUST ROMANTICISE HUMANITY, IT IS MY FATE ;A; ooh gambling!! lmaooo everyone is betting on ruyuan kehui and yan wushi's fight!! that's hilarious omg 🤣 OH HI BAI RONG!! i was only teasing u before, i rly do like u girl!! just go easy on poor shen qiao ok??? he's been thru so much ;A; these dramatic motherfuckers i swear THERE'S EVEN A FUCKING HAWK SCREECHING BY, WTF IS HAPPENING annoying beard guy from before: FIGHT WITH ME, OLD MAN!!! >:( yan wushi: lol i don't fight with peasants OOOOHHHH they throw off their robes so dramatically!! do u undress that way for bed as well?? i pity whoever does their laundry tho 😔 WHOOOAAAA HOLY SHIT THIS FIGHT SCENE IS INCREDIBLE IT'S SO EPIC WHY ARE THEY EVEN TALKING??? JUST KEEP FIGHTING THIS IS AMAZING!!! WOOOOOOOOO!!!! DAMN!!! HE STOPPED THE SWORD WITH HIS FINGIES!!! RUYUAN KEHUI DID SHADOW CLONE NO JUTSU??? AND THEN THE OLD MAN DID THE PHOENIX DESCENDING THING??? AND HE THREW THE SWORD BACK TO RUYUAN KEHUI AND THEY'RE LIKE ZIPPING AND AROUND AND WHOOOOOSH AND KRSHSH AND BAM AND RRRRRRR AND WHOAAA 🤩😵👀 bai rong: tee hee, i wanna seduce u~ shen qiao: no :( i won't hang with u if u continue this :( i tease, but good for him, setting boundaries for himself!! it's important and healthy!! never feel bad for setting boundaries with others! :D awwww shen qiaaaooo he's such a good guy ;A; WHOA WHAT YAN WUSHI WAS STANDING ON A……..VINE??? WTF?? THE OTHER DUDE WAS STANDING ON A SWORD??? oh crap the old man's heart is about to give out!! he's getting too decrepit and ancient for this!!! SOMEBODY HELP GRANDPA TO HIS CHAIR!! 😱 wait his…..his 'evil spirit' is broken??? forcibly use qi?? what does this mean??? wAIT DID HE DID HE TAKE A HIT FOR SHEN QIAO??? oh noooo ;A; lmao they've apparently been fighting for more than two hours, just enough time for a single lotr film 😂

WAIT RUYUAN KEHUI STOLE EVERYONE'S SWORDS lmao that's fucking hilarious!!! 🤣 oooooohhhhh yan wushi doing his phoenix descending ;A; he's SO fucking badass, like literally, he is SO FUCKING COOL. incredible!! i don't blame shen qiao, i'd sleep with him too! he's just awesome 😳😳😳 BEAK VS SWORD, WHO WILL WIN????? i'm glad they're fighting out here away from town, otherwise they would have destroyed all the buildings and killed everyone 👀 LMAO the guys in the audience all cheering and complimenting them, they're so cute ;A; bai rong: i can't believe it was a TIE, right, shen-langjun?? ……..shen-langjun??? shen qiao: *already left without saying anything* yan wushi has decided to put himself in cryostasis to avoid his problems!! 😔 (if only i could do the same….. 😒) duan wenyang: i will now kill u while u can't fight back, like a brave person would!! >:) shen qiao: GET SHILLELAGH'D!! 🍀 *irish folk music in the bg* awwww he's trying to help the old man with his poison ;A; he's so sweet ;A; bai rong: hey what if i kill ur friend for my own benefit?? >:3 shen qiao: ……no >:( OH NOES now THEY are fighting as well!! my mans bashing clones like my cats go after bugs lmao 😹 awww even tho he's hurt he's still trying to protect yan wushi with his life ;A; oh my godddd ;A; lol even bai rong can't believe he'd do this for the old man!! that's adorable ;A; yan wushi: trying to help me?? UNACCEPTABLE!! ILLEGAL!! I WILL THROW U OFF A CLIFF TO TEACH U A LESSON!!! aaaand shen qiao is being strangled for the……fourth time so far?? lol OH SHIT HE HE COUGHED BLOOD ON YAN WUSHI'S FACE!!! AND THAT WOKE HIM FROM HIS QI DEVIATION THING!! 😱😭 DFGHAJDSHGDS SHEN QIAO IS CARRYING HIM ON HIS BACK LMFAO like it's really sweet but IT'S ALSO HILARIOUS I'M SORRY 🤣🤣🤣 shen qiao: well i'll be heading out then :) try not to die :) yan wushi: yeah whatever bye 😒 yan wushi, thinking: i can't believe he's just going to leave me like that, after bleeding on my face i thought things would be different, he even carried me on his back??? 🥺 doesn't that mean anything to him?? 🥺 is it something i said??? 🥺 does a-qiao already have someone?? 🥺 i should kill them--- old man pls