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lokischocolatefountain · 8 months

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Holdout || Fraternize

Congressman!Javier Peña AU

Fandom: Narcos

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: smut, fingering, arguments, period typical misogyny, American politics, inappropriate workplace behavior, office sex, kinda fem!dom, discussions of healthcare policy, inaccuracies regarding American politics

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: Sometimes it was better to talk face to face than to send his lackeys to speak for him. And who knows? Maybe he’ll get a sweet deal out of it. If nothing else, she was at least a good time.

A/N: I know Javi has nothing but disdain for politics and politicians. He would’ve pushed those DC guys out of the helicopter in season 3 if they’d asked more stupid questions. But it’s the same season 3 Javi who put in all those suits and ties and combed his hair neatly and walked around looking like a WHORE. So it’s actually his fault that I’m writing him as a politician. As usual, give your girl some comments and reblogs 🥹🥹🥹

Tagging: @art-estrange

“How many holdouts, Donna?”

“Thirteen.”

“Fuck,” he whispered, knowing instantly from the number which faction of congresspeople had refused to agree to vote for the bill. He also knew who the ringleader of this group of thirteen was. Without her approval, the other twelve wouldn’t even breathe let alone vote yes. An abstinence, maybe. But a yes? Impossible. She was also one of the few who could reach across the aisle to get them the votes he and Murphy needed to pass the bill in Congress.

“What exactly does she want?”

“Bunch of stuff,” said Donna, flipping open the binder that contained the draft of the Child Health Assistance Program bill. From his seat, Javier could see the color coded remarks that decorated the pages. Only when it went to her office did it come back with the fucking rainbow splattered in the pages. When he was a freshman to congress, the outgoing congressman from his district had warned him about her.

Difficult. Nerdy. Pretentious. A fucking bitch. An absolute cunt.

He would never say the last two things about her, of course. If he so much as thought them, his mama would fly to DC and slap him.

“The premium increase on Medicaid for one. She thinks it’s too much. Did some math on the side, too,” she said, unfolding a sticky note that contained some scribbled out numbers. “She accounted for the average household income nationally and in her district and adjusted for projected inflation and arrived at an increase by 3% on the financial burden on families. She made a calculation for our district, too. And by Stoddard’s calculations, her estimate is accurate.”

“Right, right,” he said, taking a puff of his cigarette and blowing the smoke out towards the open window. “Has anyone told her that healthcare expenses have increased and we cannot afford to keep the Part B premiums at forty four fucking dollars?”

His staffer simply shrugged before beginning to explain all the other demands the congresswoman from West Virginia had. By the time they were through with the major issues, it was time for lunch.

“Try to get Barrett and Kilpatrick on board,” he said, getting up from his seat at the head of the table. He heard her grumble, but didn’t take it too personally. It would be easier to move a boulder up a hill than to convince anyone in the congresswoman’s faction to vote for something she didn’t vote for. He pressed the stub harder into his glass ashtray, his anger towards her manifesting in the present she got him.

“Yes, sir,” she said, marking the page they’d last discussed. His staffers shuffled out of their seats and out of the office, leaving him with just Donna.

“I hear she’s back in the building. Returned from her district last night. Maybe you can convince her?” She said expectantly. Out of all the people in his office, she was the only one who knew that he had a shot. No matter how narrow the possibilities. Fair’s fair, he thought. Since he tasked her with talking to Kilpatrick and Barrett.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “No harm in trying.” He would’ve laughed had someone else said that. There definitely was harm in trying. His sanity was at stake. He had a hard enough time just seeing her at the committee meetings. But if he couldn’t get members of his own party on board, he could bid goodbye to the dream of passing the bill.

He picked up the binder and sped through the hallways to her office, anxious she might leave for lunch. She usually didn’t, but made exceptions for when she met with her campaign team. Something about it being unethical to do campaign business in facilities paid for by the taxpayer. And illegal. Like him, she was a workaholic. If she wasn’t in her office, she was in her congressional district.

He stopped outside the double doors to her office, American flags on either side and a nameplate with her name and state written in gold. Right as he rose his fist to knock for courtesy’s sake, the door opened and a lanky young boy stepped out of her office, sandwich in hand. Intern.

“Is the congresswoman in?” He asked, making the boy jump back in surprise.

“Uhh…” the boy trailed, looking back at the door with wide eyes. So she was in. And the kid didn’t know whether he was one of the people to whom he should lie about his boss’ availability.

“She’s…busy?”

Javi snorted before putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder and gently nudging him away from the door. “Enjoy lunch, kid,” he said before slipping into her office. The boy said something in an effort to stop him, but the door thankfully muffled the sounds. He kicked the door with the deadbolt, eager to not get caught. Nothing interesting ever happened in congress. So the first wisp of smoke would be enough for gossips to start a fire. He walked past the front office with the plush couches for guests and right into the inside where the magic happened.

Sure enough, he found her hunched over her desk, punching numbers into a calculator with her left hand as her right scribbled them out on her notebook. The black high heeled shoes she wore pushed her ass out invitingly. His eyes trailed up the shoes, following the black lines of her stockings. He took a deep breath and turned away, his eyes landing on one of her staffers’ desks.

A carton box with sandwiches from the nearby cafeteria sat open, mostly empty but for three sandwiches wrapped in aluminum foil. He wasn’t planning on lunch, but he wouldn’t decline after seeing some perfectly good sandwiches laid out in front of him.

“Get your own, Peña,” came a cold, stern voice right as he touched one.

“I would, but you owe me sustenance for making me read through all your notes. I need more nutrients to keep up with your shit,” he said, unwrapping the foil. He took a bite, nodding appreciatively as the well seasoned meat and garlic mayonnaise touched his tongue.

She put her pen down and turned around to finally face him. She looked well put together as she always did. A navy blue pinstriped skirt that clung to her beautifully, matching the jacket draped over her chair. Her white blouse was tucked in, her hair up in a neat bun to show off her pearl earrings. She placed a hand on her hip, crossed one leg in front of the other and narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s not my fault that your diet of whiskey and cigarettes doesn’t nourish you enough to read some notes on your poorly drafted bill.”

“It’s called a draft for a reason, Glitter,” he scoffed, his lips curving up in a smirk as he used her nickname against her. He knew she hated it. He wasn’t even in congress for the origin of the nickname, but it took only days for him to learn that the Congresswoman from West Virginia had “accidentally” used a glitter pen to write notes on the final draft of a bill. Sure she changed the pen after she realized. Only one word was in the imbecilic ink, but the name stuck.

“I forgot that your standards are low.” She rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. “What do you want now, Peña? Is it just the sandwich? I knew you had a tight budget over in the 23rd district of Texas, but I didn’t know the situation was so dire even the congressman had to mooch off someone else.”

“I already paid for it. With my soul.” He took another bite of the sandwich, unaffected by her jabs. As he chewed on his free lunch, he slapped a hand on the binder he abandoned on a staffer’s desk.

“We need to discuss your ridiculous demands.”

“I don’t see how asking to restore coverage for disabled children counts as ridiculous.” She leaned back against her desk and placed her palms flat against the surface. “Unless you hate children. Disabled children.”

“You’ve been in D.C. too long,” he said, annoyed by her spin. “And it’s not like I slashed the funding for disabled kids. They did. Don’t fight me for shit I didn’t do. And it’s not like they would’ve changed their minds by now. None of them have grown a conscience all of a sudden. They’ll just laugh us out of their office.”

“Peña, are you proposing the child health program for the children or the fucking pricks in the House who think it’s a waste of money to invest in healthcare?”

“To invest in healthcare, we need to get the bill passed. Would you rather get some coverage for kids or none?”

“Obviously, I would like some. But some or none aren’t the only options. If you’re going to cut out necessary things preemptively, we’ll get even less than what we need by the time we’re done negotiating with them.”

He darted his tongue out, licking his lips as he considered her words. They did not differ much ideologically. He too was an idealist like her. The people of his district voted him in for his ideals, for his promises. But D.C. had a way of making cynics out of optimists. It was easier for her to remain an idealist. There was no real threat to her seat.

“We don’t have an unlimited budget. It’s going to be a pain in the fucking ass trying to get this through. I put the shit you’re asking for and we can forget getting any coverage. Just like your demand to expand benefits for low income folks. If we do what you’re suggesting, it’ll be an expenditure of 3 Billion dollars over five years instead of the 1.5 billion we have available.”

She sighed and leapt up, sitting herself down on her desk. “Listen, Peña. I know you’re holding on to your seat by a thread because your margin of victory was thinner than said thread. You need to schmooze the conservatives back in Webb County. But I refuse to pay with the health of my people so you can keep your job.”

He fist clenched at the accusation and he let out a grunt. “Easy for you to say. Your district would vote for a fucking donkey if it had our party’s name slapped on it.”

It wasn’t so easy for him. Every move he made was like walking a tightrope between doing the right thing and what his constituents thought politically correct. One wrong move and they’d be out there on CNN calling him a fucking commie. Not that it bothered him. It just wasn’t good optics.

She held her pen up like it was a sword, like a threat. “They’ve tried to primary me multiple times, asshole. Never worked. I do the work and people vote me in for it.

“Listen. You wanna talk shit or actually work on this thing so we can get it passed?”

“I did my part, Peña. Thought you read through it since you’re claiming to be so exhausted.”

“It’s not gonna work sending it back and forth. Never does. We need to sit together and sort it out.”

“Right…” she drawled, her pink painted lips curling up in a smirk and her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. He huffed, knowing immediately what she was smirking about. He licked his lips and let himself think of what they did the last time they decided they would sit together and ‘sort it out’.

“You know I didn’t mean that,” he said, the words tasting bitter on his lips. He didn’t mean that. But he would never refuse an opportunity to do it again.

“Oh?” She teased, an eyebrow raised.

A carefully manicured fingernail dazzled under the light as she used her pointer finger to beckon him forward. He stepped towards her, his feet moving automatically like his cock remembered how he would be rewarded if he complied with her. Eyes connected to hers, he imagined what she looked like under her suit. If he would be able to catch even a glimpse of her body this time. If he would have to reach under her skirt, rip her stockings and push her panties aside to fuck her.

He loved knocking the smirk off her lips the last time, just the sight of her pliant against his chest giving him all the satisfaction he needed even before he came. She wasn’t arguing then. Just sweet little whimpers as she clutched onto his shirt and begged for release.

Just as he could deal with the smirk by reaching her and capturing her lips in a kiss, she lifted her high heel clad foot and placed it on his pants. Over his fucking cock to be exact. He raised his eyebrows at her, confused by her move. She put a gentle pressure on his cock with her foot, making him swallow.

“The fuck are you playing at, Glitter?”

“Nothing,” she drawled in a low, seductive voice. “Just testing if you have a foot thing.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “I don’t fucking have a foot thing.”

“Yeah? Must be an ass thing then,” she said, lifting her leg higher and caressing his face with the top of her shoes. “Maybe it’s a shoe thing…” His breaths got quicker and his heart beat faster, his body enticed by her daring when she was usually quite conservative and no-nonsense. “You didn’t want me to take my shoes off last time. It was fucking uncomfortable. I know you like how my ass looks when I wear these.”

She trailed the pointy end of the heel down his neck, just barely touching his skin, driving him mad with want for more. The hairs on his body stood to attention and his cock twitched in his pants. She hooked the heel under his tie and pulled. When it budged only a little, he tugged on it himself, taking the thing off completely and stuffing it into his pocket.

Before she could retreat, he caught her leg. Hand wrapped around her ankle he placed a kiss above the strap of her shoes. He looked up at her, relishing in watching her confidence chip away bit by bit as he left a trail of kisses up her leg. A silent gasp left her lips as he stopped at the edge of her desk and put her leg over his shoulder.

“You up for a meeting? To discuss,” he said, tilting her head up with a finger to her chin.

A soft smile played on her lips as she said, “We’ll see…”

“Yeah? What exactly do I have to do to get you in my office, Congresswoman?”

“Convince me. Give me something I’d want.”

“Everything’s a quid pro quo to you, isn’t it?”

“Such is politics, Peña.”

“If you say so,” he said, leaning close and kissing her neck right above the collar of her blouse. He felt her swallow, making him smile against her neck. The perfume he knew she spritzed on her neck seduced his senses and he licked her skin in a quest for his other senses to experience her delicious scent.

“Javier… Someone could come in at any time.”

Javier… It was always Peña for her. Except when they fucked. Then it was Javier, Javier, oh fuck please, harder! Once she fixed herself post fuck, it was back to Peña with a tinge of disdain. Like some crude separation of church and state.

“Everyone else knocks. I’m the only one who drops by without announcing myself,” he spoke into her skin, his voice a low drawl. “And I locked the door. Because I know you can’t resist me.” She snorted, but relaxed beneath his touch. Her hand came up to his hair, touching him oh so lightly in a way that she wouldn’t mess it up too much.

“Fucking caveman,” she chided, her voice too warm for him to believe she opposed his behavior. He trailed a hand up her skirt, stopping where her thighs met. He cupped her pussy, his eyes fixed on her face to read signs of displeasure.

“Congresswoman, I just kissed up your leg like you’re a delicate fucking princess. A caveman would rip your clothes up, hold you down and fuck you hard,” he said, feeling proud of himself when he felt her pussy react to it under his hand.

“Guess you have a caveman thing,” he mocked, leaving her no time to respond before grabbing her stockings and ripping it in his hand. She shrieked and grabbed on to his shoulders to steady herself.

“That’s the second pair you’ve ruined, asshole.”

“I wouldn’t have to ruin your stockings if you just took your clothes off and bent over the desk.”

“Oh fuck you,” she laughed, letting out a little whimper when he pushed her panties aside and found her clit.

“I will, Congresswoman,” he said in a soft voice as he rolled her nub under his thumb. Her hand traversed his back, feeling the fabric of his suit and making him wish they had the time and privacy for him to take his clothes off. Feel her bare hand on his back and let her leave scratches as he took his time to get her across the finish line.

“You address everyone by their designation when you fuck them, Javier?” She rocked up against him, her chest flush against his as she searched for her pleasure under his thumb.

It felt so fucking good though she wasn’t doing anything to him, to have his mouthy, disagreeable colleague in the palm of his hand. To play her like an instrument. Have her spinning in her head for a second longer before her snarky retorts left her lips.

“No, just the infuriating, fuckable Congresswomen,” he joked, getting a shove to his chest. He didn’t budge, having prepared himself for the attack since he anticipated it.

“You tease all the men you fuck in your office with your shoe?”

“No, only the ugly ones,” she said, laughing. He smiled, happy with her giving it to him as good as she got. They were close, so close he could feel her warm breath against his skin.

“Asshole,” he whispered against her lips before closing the gap between them. She looped one arm around his neck and allowed her other hand to play with his suit lapel. Her lips were soft, contrasting the sharp words they often spoke to him. A sense of calm settled in his chest as she slipped her hand under his jacket. He felt her hand now, caressing him up and down, making him long to know what she would feel like against his skin.

Spurred by the thought, his hand rubbed her more enthusiastically. She whimpered into the kiss and he took the chance to slip his tongue between her lips. Her hand traveled up his shirt and clutched his collar, her thumb slipping under his shirt and touching his neck. He moaned and quickly felt her smirk against his lips.

Unwilling to give her the upper hand, he grabbed her panties and tugged, making the frail fabric rip in his hand.

“What the fuck, Javier!?”

“Shh…”

Unobstructed by her panties, he was free to let his hand do two things at once. He parted her pussy lips and pushed a finger inside her, her warm wetness inviting him in easily. He added another finger and coated himself in her slick.

She gasped as he returned his thumb to her clit, making him smile smugly. He pulled away so she could see him. So she could see the power he wielded over her.

“You’re much nicer like this, Congresswoman.”

“And you are more of a dickhead somehow,” she said, grabbing his cock through his pants. When she began stroking his length, he drew a sharp breath.

“Why wouldn’t I? You get wetter when I’m a dick to you. You get like this when we’re talking business too?”

“Of course not, assface.” She gritted her teeth and grabbed him harder, making him grunt.

“Maybe I should check the next time we’re yelling at each other in the middle of the hallway. Reach under your skirt and find your wet panties.”

Her grip on him got harder and her eyes narrowed at him, but her pussy clenched around his fingers. “See, you like it.”

“You’ll see what I like and don’t like when I break your little prick, Peña.”

“Thought I was Javier when I’m fucking you.”

“You thought wrong,” she said, squeezing his cock again.

He yelped, the pressure getting too much even through his pants.

“Fuck!”

“Yeah. Fuck,” she snarked, releasing him only to snake around to his behind and grab a cheek.

“Get it done quick. Unlike you, I have things to do after this.”

“Oh yeah? Maybe I should go now. Can’t keep the Congresswoman from doing the best for her constituents,” he mocked, pulling away from her.

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him back, trapping him in place with them. “Finish the fucking job,” she spoke, a serious expression overtaking her features.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, keeping up the pace of his thrust. He found her neck with his lips, placing sweet kisses on her skin. So close to her, he could feel the effect of every touch, every kiss. He locked the responses in his mind, ready to use the information for the next time he found himself with his hand up her skirt.

“The other side, Javier…” she breathed her command and he followed, eliciting a moan from her.

“Just like that… Keep going.” She thrusted back into his fingers, taking her pleasure from him eagerly. Every now and then, she issued a new command. When he obeyed, she rewarded him with sweet sounds of her pleasure.

As he brought her closer, she gripped his fingers tighter. Her eyes glazed over and she stopped giving instructions, only enjoying the fruits of his compliance with her earlier ones. She leaned against his shoulder, placing some of her weight on him. Being the sucker he was for beautiful women in the throes of pleasure, he placed a kiss on her head and cradled the back of her neck with his free hand.

“Come on, come for me…” he said softly when he felt her at the edge of the precipice.

“F-fucking make me, fucker,” she cursed, mewling when he changed the angle of his fingers to add a twist to his touches.

“Will you give me a meeting in exchange then? We could work it over together…” he negotiated with no shame whatsoever. It was a shameless business, politics.

She opened and closed her mouth several times, unable to let out anything other than a breath as he assaulted her senses mercilessly. She shook her head in denial, making him smile at her defiance.

She panted as he wore her out, her chest heaving and her eyes rolled back. The hand gripping his lapel grew weak and she went limp against him. With a low moan, she came around his fingers and collapsed against him. He kept his fingers inside her, not having the heart to kiss out on how her pussy spasmed around them as she recovered from the high he brought her.

She lifted her head off his chest and dropped her legs, freeing him from her prison.

“You’re not getting a meeting in exchange for fingering me, Peña.”

“What does a man have to do then? Fuck you in the ass? Cause I’ll do it,” he said, laughing when she shoved at his chest weakly. He pulled out finally and took a step back before grabbing his handkerchief and wiping his fingers clean of her release. She hopped off her desk and pulled out her handkerchief from her purse. She unfolded the white cloth embroidered with flowers and leaves and dipped a corner in her glass of water.

He raised an eyebrow at her when she turned back around to offer it to him.

“You have lipstick on your face.”

“Ah.”

“Where?” He asked, accepting the cloth from her.

“Right there. On your neck,” she said, pointing vaguely at his neck. He swiped where he guessed the lipstick mark was and looked up at her, asking silently if he got it.

She shook her head and reached back into her purse. She offered him a black circular box- a makeup thing he knew had a mirror in it.

“Thanks,” he said and pried it open.

“Who are you expecting to vote for this from the other side?” She asked as she adjusted her clothes and reapplied her lipstick. He wiped off the traces of her from his neck and lips. He closed the box, careful not to spill the powder inside.

“Hayworth, Calvert, Cunningham, Doolittle. Rohrabacher would do it, but it’ll require a lot of negotiation. Chenoweth would find the bill agreeable, but it’s unlikely that she’ll vote for it,” he said, a little disappointed that she was talking business even though that was why he came over.

“Yeah. She has a poor record on bipartisanship. Is Evans on board? Cause he’s pretty close to Porter and he can convince him to come aboard.”

“I think he will. Stoddard is talking to Evans’ people and it seems he’s content.”

“Alright,” she said, nodding. “I don’t have time for this shit, but it needs to be done. Surely your buddy on the other side can convince a lot more people to sign on. If he isn’t confident, there’s no point in us discussing this further.”

“Murphy’s got a list. He’s still in talks with them.”

“He’s still in talks? Motherfucker, why did you waste my time then? Could’ve waited for his chipped down draft before you sent a copy to my office.”

Because as much as I fucking hate you, I respect your intelligence. I respect that DC’s cynicism hasn’t turned you away from your ideologies.

But that wasn’t what he said. That wasn’t how this partnership worked. Political alliance didn’t equal friendship. Hell, Murphy wasn’t his political ally. He was on the other side. Yet they were friends.

“Mhmm. I had it sent to you so early on ‘cause I know you’re the hardest to please.”

“Well,” she said, mischief playing at the corners of her lips. She walked behind her desk and sat back down. “You pleased me okay today. I could do without all the yapping building up to the act, though. Really sucks the fun out of it, hearing your stupid voice.”

“Asshole,” he mumbled, as he pocketed her handkerchief and retrieved his tie. She laughed, the sound eliciting a smile from him. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he busied himself tying his tie, loath to have her see him enjoy something so trivial.

“I’ll see you at the committee meeting then,” he said when he got his tie back on.

“Yeah, see you there to watch them slash programs so they can give tax cuts to their buddies.”

He snorted, agreeing with her. It drained him to sit in on the budget committee meetings. It was a high honor when he got assigned to such an important committee. Felt like a pat on the back for his hard work. Until he had to do the hard work of arguing against the fucking worst suggestions futilely. Nothing fucking mattered when they didn’t have majority. Yet, he argued. So did she.

“Pass me a sandwich on your way out, Peña.”

He picked one of the two remaining sandwiches. “Here you go,” he said, making a throwing motion without tossing it. She reacted, throwing her hands up in the air to catch a sandwich that never came.

“Asshole,” she cursed, picking up her paperweight. Before she could throw it at him, he skipped away, another free sandwich in hand. As he closed the door to her office, he could’ve sworn he heard her giggle.

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Guys, I’m so excited about how fun this could be. Javi in his suits. Angry Javi. Javi taking his tie off like in that one Narcos episode from season 3. Javi and reader having clandestine meetings under the guise of work. Maybe a sex scandal? Who know… Let me know what you think of Congressman!Javi and Congresswoman!Reader.

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pro-sipper · 9 months

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"Dead Dove: Do Not Eat"

About the tag, the origin, and why I think no one on either side of the fandom divide knows how to use it

First of all, I'm crosstagging because I think it's a general issue, not just something for pro or anti shippers. I see the tag get misused on both sides and I just wanted to throw my two cents in

So, where did the term originate? Like all culturally significant things online, it started as a meme. More specifically, a meme from the television show Arrested Development. Character A has put a dead dove into a brown paper bag to store in the family's fridge. On the bag, he has taped a sign that reads, in big bold letters, "DEAD DOVE. Do Not Eat!"

Character B comes across the bag, reads the warning, and opens it anyway. When he's met with, you guessed it, a dead dove, he proclaims "I don't know what I expected".

This is an example of (and has since basically become the spiritual successor to) the "Exactly What It Says On The Tin" trope.

If you want to check out the full history and countless examples of the trope, please check out the page on tvtropes. But for a slightly shorter history - it originated in a British commercial for Ronseal's Quick Drying Woodstain, which the tin claimed "dried quickly". And in the commercial they told you "It does exactly what it says on the tin!" So, the tin says what the product does, then the product does it. You get the idea.

In fandom spaces, the trope just means that the title of Thing (be it movie, show, fanfic, etc) tells you exactly what happens IN Thing. If a show is called "Buffy The Vampire Slayer", you already know it's about a girl named Buffy who slays vampires. If the movie is called "Cocaine Bear", you can bet a bear will get into some cocaine at some point. If there's a fanfic called "Fluttershy Has Tea With Jesus"... you get the idea.

While both tags started out with the same intentions and meaning, I don't think it's any wonder that "dead dove do not eat" has been so easy to misinterpret. For one, "exactly what it says on the tin" sounds more straightforward. You don't have to understand the specific reference to infer it means to check the label (in this case, tags) before purchasing (opening) the product (fanfic)

But dead dove is harder to understand if you don't know the reference. And at a glance, it sounds much darker. Doves have symbolism in multiple religions, and are seen as a symbol of peace. A dead dove evokes images of gore, violence, general unpleasantness. It must only apply to something sinister, right?

The thing about "exactly what it says on the tin" is that the tin needs to say something. You can't point at a blank label and say "here's what you can expect". People would be much less likely to engage with your product if that were the case

In the same vein, slapping "dead dove do not eat" on a fic with no other tags can lead to confusion. In this tag's case, it's a warning. But what are you warning about if you don't also put it in the tags? It leaves people's minds to conjure up only grim and upsetting images of what might be in your fic. Especially when, as it's also common to do, the tag gets shortened to simply "dead dove".

And while, yes, the tag is most likely to get slapped onto fics with dark or upsetting subject matter, that means something different for everyone who comes across it.

Most people seem to think it only applies to inappropriate relationships (age gap, incest, etc). But I've seen it applied to a variety of things, from potentially triggering material (like suicide) to things that simply may not be everyone's cup of tea (like excessive gross-out toilet humor).

In the end, "dead dove do not eat" is a tag that, in my opinion, should not be used as a descriptor as to what type of content your story contains. But rather, a gentle warning to say "hey, I'm specifically telling you what you're about to encounter, so whatever happens next is up to you".

After all, if you read the warning and still open the bag to find something you don't like...

I don't know what you were expecting.

#proship #proshippers #proshipper #proshipping #antiship #pro ship #anti ship #antishippers #antishipper #anti anti #certainly this will lead to nothing bad #anyway if you disagree or have something to add feel free!#this is just pulling from my own knowledge and experience of what i've seen around #so let me know if you're experiences or observations are different #i would appreciate it

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nexysworld · 1 year

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Guardian Angel 🖤 Part 4.1 🖤

Read on AO3 - Requests are Open - Masterlist Read Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | 4.1 | 4.2| 4.3 A/N: Thanks for the support and patience for this chapter. Tumblr wouldn't actually let me post it in one or even 2 parts no matter how I tried to split it, so it's split into three parts (though you can read it as one chapter on AO3.)

Chapter Summary: In a an attempt to get reader to open up to him, he starts giving in to a change of scenery and other requests for her. Leon even allows her a special friend before he leaves on a work mission, leaving the reader home alone for the first time.

🖤Pairing: Yandere!Leon/Fem!Reader

🖤Tags (not all apply to all chapters): NSFW, Masturbation, Dubcon, Sex, Gaslighting, canon typical horror and gore descriptions, probably eventual kidnapping or kidnapping like behavior, use of pet names like bunny. Leon induces some PTSD like flashbacks on purpose, general things of that nature. Unwanted creampie, etc. Probably treat as dead dove. Inappropriate use of animal collar. This chapter contains sexual content. Threats of animal abuse (though none occurs and it's not descriptive.)

As always this was inspired by @hxllfiredoll 's story Something Permanent. If you like Yandere!Leon please go give that a read along with @dollrxst's story Lovesick and @gigabyte-flare's story There's no Escape. Also wanted to add @lipglossanon because I love their work and you should too. While not explicitly yandere! it's adjacent and their works are awesome.

Weeks passed by in a haze, Leon had to guide you from task to task like a well controlled sim. “Yes Sir’s” and “Ok Daddy’s” slipped from your lips habitually, never allowing your brain to focus on anything outside of that. It was the only coping mechanism you had now, as allowing a thought to cross your brain opened yourself up to feelings you were not capable of handling now. Your mind had failed you, so you didn’t need it.

The first week you woke with terrible nightmares, screaming, crying, clawing at nothing. Leon would grab your wrists and pin you down to the mattress before pulling you into a sensory hug, wrapping your arms around yourself, not letting go until your outburst stopped. Submitting to his strength surprisingly made you feel safe, despite all that had occurred. If there was one thing you were sure of, Leon wouldn’t let anything, well, besides himself, harm you. He’d coo at you, petting your hair. “It’s okay baby bunny, I got you. I got you. Nothing bad will happen to you while I’m here.” It was at least enough to lull you back to sleep.

During the day it was a different story. The shadow man was always there. Always . Those red eyes watching you from every corner of the home, sometimes hiding in your peripheral vision. No matter what you did, he wouldn’t go away. Every day it felt like he was getting louder, closer . A constant reminder of someone who never existed - yet whenever you heard the voice your heart would pang with fear and guilt. Your only waking comfort was Jasper, winding through your legs before disappearing. Purring by you even when you didn’t see him.

Leon kept insisting to you no one was there. You could tell he was getting more and more upset by the day. “What’s rule number 2 Sweetheart?” “Always listen to you?” “That’s right. Do you want to go back to timeout?” “Please, no.” “Then look me in the eyes and tell me no one is there.” “There’s no one there, Sir.” “You know it really hurts me Bunny. All I do is love you and take care of you, and you’re focused more on an imaginary friend.” He said, giving you a kiss. “I’m sorry Daddy, didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Thank you for being so good to me.” “Aww baby, you’re making my heart melt. I suppose I can forgive you.” He kissed you on the forehead and gave you a head pat.

The last thing you wanted was to be in that basement again, alone and in the dark with your thoughts. Soon that’s when you realized if you closed off your mind, things were a little better. The paranoid fear and guilt instead turned to a resounding walled-off numbness and while the man didn’t go away, he returned to his spot in the corners making it easy for you to pretend he wasn’t there. Sadly, that meant Jasper went away too - you missed the cat’s presence.

At first it seemed Leon was pleased that the talk of the man had stopped. However your zombie-esque behavior led to him being more overprotective, with a thinly veiled annoyance you didn’t care to think about. Not that you thought about much of anything anyway.

Soon the entire house was baby-proofed. All the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen were locked so you couldn’t touch anything that might put you in danger. Toddler cutlery and adult sized sippy cups were all that was allotted for you still. If you’d been in the right state of mind it would've felt so embarrassing to be taken care of this way, right now though, you didn’t have enough fight left to care,living in only the most literal sense possible.

You sat at the table, food slipping from the plastic spork for the umpteenth time before Leon would sigh and reach over, scooping up the food himself feeding it to you. “Poor baby, can’t even eat without me hmm?”

You nodded softly while he dabbed excess food from your mouth with a napkin.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~ Leon hated this. For starters he was jealous, and he hated the feeling of jealousy. It burned in the pit of his stomach and twisted him at the core. The last time he felt jealous, he erased someone from this very plane of existence. But now, what was he going to do? You were so hung up on this red-eyed man that didn’t exist at all, and that damned imaginary cat.

Couldn’t you see what you were doing to him? How unfair this was for him? You were ruining your chance at a perfect life together. All you needed to do was give him your attention, focus on him . Be a good girl - and yet here you were chasing shadows.

There were brief times he felt guilty, he knew he’d pushed you hard in such a short amount of time. He wouldn’t lie even to himself, he had hoped to break you down further in the Bad Girl Room, but not this far and not so quickly. Leon was no psychologist but this was definitely a psychotic break if he’d ever seen one, and that was not his intention. He’d truly overestimated the capabilities inside that pretty little head of yours. He now had to work overtime to re-establish a comforting and safe environment for you. But hey, that’s what you do for the people you love.

It seemed all it took was a threat back to time out and you became so beautifully compliant. He lived for the moments he got to spend taking care of you. Slipping food past your lips while you fumbled with the too small spork, gently running a wash cloth along your body in the bath as you leaned back against him, dressing you in his oversized clothes, tucking you into your bed without a fight.

You were gorgeous when you lazily batted those long eyelashes at him - like a human doll. Once asleep he’d lay there for hours just admiring you, taking in your familiar smell, playing with your hair, committing the feeling of skin to memory.

God it would’ve been perfect . After so much time pining after you, watching you, needing you. You were his very purpose in life after all, keeping you safe and closed off from harm was his number one goal - to an outsider it may have seemed like that’s what he had now - but that wasn’t true. He had your body. He had your compliance. But you weren’t there. Now a new type of jealousy boiled within him. He was jealous of you. Jealous that you kept all your thoughts to yourself. He wanted to hear your laughter again, feel you snuggle against him like you had when he first brought you here. What he wouldn’t give to hear you ask him about his day - actually talk to him in some capacity without being forced. More than jealous he was insulted . Did you not think he was good enough anymore to share words with? How dare you think of yourself as above him when you couldn’t even care for yourself. No baby, no you clearly weren’t understanding your place. He had done all of this for you, you owed him your love and affection in return. He had been trying for a while with different enrichment activities to bring you out of your current state. After the first week he couldn’t take your nightmares anymore, they broke his heart, he’d started to drug your nighttime drink to help you get a more restful dreamless sleep thinking it would help. It didn’t, you slept but still woke up groggy with eye bags. It came to a head when he’d pulled you close to him on the couch for a movie night, you’d flopped over him like a ragdoll, but offered nothing else in return. He put what he knew was your favorite movie on. Dead silence . Not even a slight exhale out of your mouth during a funny part.

Now he was frustrated. He was teetering the line between losing his temper, wanting to just shake you into compliance, make you know your place, and worrying that he would lose you completely if he did in your already broken state of mind. No - no he could fix this. You were his Bunny, a simple creature and not hard to outthink, there was just something he was missing. He’d let both his excitement and temper cloud his mind, something that rarely happened. After several hours of contemplation Leon was drawing a blank on what exactly he could do. Without a solid plan in mind he decided at the very least to change up your view a little bit - give you some outside time. Leon had implanted you with the tracker so he could keep watch of you around the entirety of the owned property. Eventually you’d be allowed to roam, but you weren’t at that level of trust yet, and given your current mental state he didn’t particularly want you outside at all - but this was his last ditch effort. “Hey pretty girl, what do you think about taking a walk with me?”

He watched you tilt your head like the question was in a foreign language. “Bunny, I asked if you would like to take a walk with me?” “Outside?” “That’s right baby, outside.” There was a slight change in your expression at the offer. Better than nothing, he’d take it. He helped you into a more appropriate outfit and shoes before guiding you out the door. He watched your timid steps as you walked around, everything so new again after the confines of the house. “Hey baby, we can go in any direction you want. Lead the way, I’ll hold your hand.” He gave your hand a gentle reassuring squeeze.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~ Outside felt wonderful . You’d forgotten what sunlight felt like against your skin, the warmth radiating throughout your body contrasted by the slight breeze blowing back and forth. Leon had even let you wear a sundress instead of the usual tshirt and sweatpants of his. It swished when you walked, and for a few moments you felt normal. You felt like a person again. The only reminder of your captivity was the obnoxious collar around your neck.

Outside had no corners, there was no man hiding anywhere, just fresh air and nature. Giddy . That was the best description you had for the moment, giddy. You walked with Leon through the back gate out into the plush grassy backyard.

Not able to contain your excitement, you kicked your shoes off before taking off towards the middle of the yard. Leon wouldn’t be thrilled, but God, running, moving your muscles, feeling the grass between your toes. It was euphoric. You heard a displeased noise leave him as he came towards you, but you didn’t care at that moment. You removed your hair tie so the wind could properly blow it around, before closing your eyes and twirling in a circle giggling. God were you actually giggling? Yes you were . That’s how amazing it felt to be outside right now.

Leon stopped just a short distance from you, when you opened your eyes to look at him, shock was written on his face which melted to a smile once he’d seen your laughter. You stopped to take in his form. The rays of light poked through the trees making his honey-blonde hair look even shinier than usual, his blue eyes looked beautiful against the contrasted green of the trees behind him. He looked so normal. For a brief fleeting moment you just saw Leon, your neighbor who’d been so kind to you before. You had to take a moment to remind yourself of who he really was. Maybe he can still be that Leon too though?

The idea was cut short as your head whipped to the side, hearing a noise in the distance. For a second you almost panicked thinking it was another hallucination, you didn’t want it to be, nothing would've ruined the outside experience more for you. And then there it was again, so soft and small. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what Bunny?” “Over there.” You pointed to the trees at the edge of the yard, grabbing his hand you gently tugged coaxing him to walk with you, but he stood like a statue. “No baby, not until you put your shoes back on.” “Please? The grass feels so good and I think it might go away if we don’t hurry.” Again he didn’t budge. “A little time outside and you’re already forgetting the rules? Maybe we should go back inside then.” His features cinched together into that hard authoritarian look. “No. No! I’m sorry. Look, I'm putting them on right now.” You slid your feet back into the slide sandals. “See?” You reached out for his hand again, this time he took yours and let you walk closer to where you wanted to investigate. Your eyes lit up when your suspicions were confirmed. Sitting underneath the tree was a small cat, all black, not Jasper - which meant it was likely real. It was older than a kitten but still too small to be an adult. You went to reach out a hand to coax it towards you but Leon pulled you back. “I don’t think so, Sweetheart. That thing could be feral, you have no idea it might be carrying. You can look, but stay back here with me.” Despite your disappointment in not being able to move forward, you were comforted to know the feline was in fact real. You observed the cat a little longer, it stretched from its spot and limped towards you, something was wrong with its back leg. It seemed so sweet letting out a soft mew, the closer it got you could see it was in bad condition, too thin. You felt an odd sense of heartbreak and when Leon went to pull you away you squeezed his hand softly. He could already see the cogs in your brain turning. “Bunny, no.” “Please? It’s not feral, it’s just hurt, it needs help.” The cat was sniffing at your feet now, purring despite its injuries. Leon didn’t seem swayed by your pleading or the state of the creature. “If I had a real one then you wouldn’t have to listen to me talk about an imaginary one. Please, you can’t make me leave him out here. I’m begging you.” Leon let go of your hand and you took the opportunity to bend down and pet the cat’s head. His fur was so soft, you couldn’t help the ear to ear smile that spread across your face when it rubbed into your touches. The cat moved over and nudged against Leon’s boot. “How can you say no to that little face?” You pouted, doing your best to give your saddest face, batting your eyelashes. “Bunny, don't look at me like that…” He sighed looking down at the creature. “Fine. Fine. But you’re not naming it until I take it to a vet to make sure it’s not diseased.” His words went through one ear and out the other, you couldn’t take the excitement as you flounced over and wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you Daddy, thank you so much.”

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Leon did not want the cat. He didn’t care if it had a clean bill of health or not. One more responsibility to take care of, one more thing to pull your attention from him…but then he saw that look on your face. God you were really pulling out all the stops to tug at his heart, not to mention the way you looked twirling around the yard. He can’t remember the last time he’d seen you that happy, prior to even bringing you here, it had been so special he hadn’t even stopped you from removing your shoes or running off. So of course he gave in to his little Bunny. He’d allow the cat, if only for your happiness, but then you had embraced him as thanks? Kissed him too? His heart nearly imploded by the willing show of affection. It was such a stark contrast to the lifeless husk you’d been. He internally patted himself on the back for his decision to bring you outside today.

He watched you scoop the little feline up in the skirt of your dress, so careful to not hurt it further, cooing and doting on it. Then it occurred to him . Yes baby, that’s exactly what you needed. Something to take care of, to be needed by . Why hadn’t he thought of that sooner?

This cat wouldn’t do though. No it was too broken, too needy, might take you too far away from him. But a cat would be perfect. That night he gave you an extra dose of your sleeping medication to make sure you’d be out for a long while, he left in the early morning hours after he packed the cat up in his Jeep, heading for town.

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You woke sluggishly in the middle of the afternoon. It was the first time in a long time that you can remember waking up without Leon already being there to greet you – and there was a small part of you that nearly panicked. The house was silent, too silent . After the excitement of the previous day you were feeling a little better, which meant you hadn’t closed your mind off. He was back again, red eyes glowering at you through the crack in the closet door. You swallowed thickly, wishing you hadn’t noticed. Your hands shook, knuckles white as you gripped the bedding. You remembered what Leon had said, nothing would happen to you as long as he was there , but he wasn’t there, and he didn’t even believe this thing existed. You gathered up all your courage before dropping your feet to the floor, running out of the room as fast as you could like a child running for their parents after a bad dream.

As you trotted down the staircase, you heard the sound of the Jeep’s ignition being turned off. Practically plastering your face to the window, you watched as Leon pulled a pet carrier out of the side and your heart leapt. He’s here. You’re safe. He meant what he said about keeping the cat. Leon brought the carrier inside before exiting and returning with a few boxes of cat supplies. “Hey baby, you just wake up?” “Yeah. You weren’t here.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to point that out to him. “Ah, sorry for not warning you. I took the cat to the vet as promised Sweetheart. Lucky for you they patched him up and gave him a clean bill of health, just a little scrawny. Here, let me get that for you so you don’t hurt yourself.” He said opening the carrier’s locks. The little black cat nervously peeked out and you gently stroked the fur on its head with two fingers. “Jesus what the hell is that?” You asked, looking at the giant robot thing Leon was putting together in the living room. Leon gave you a knowingly disappointed look. “Bunny, what’s rule number 3?” You had to actually think about it for a moment before replying, not being on auto-pilot after so many weeks was difficult. “Good girls don’t have potty mouths?” “That’s right.” “Sorry Sir. I meant to say, can you please tell me what that is?” “Litter-robot. Don’t want you having to put too much effort into scooping nor do I want the house smelling like a cat.” “Oh. High tech, I like it, thank you.” You looked down at the cat that crawled into your lap. Now that you were looking more closely, something was off. This cat was all black, but it definitely wasn’t the one from yesterday. Tiny details were off. Besides, the other one’s leg was hurt pretty badly, this one looked totally ok. Leon caught the look on your face. “What’s wrong?” “This isn’t… what did you do with the other cat?” “What other cat?” “The one from the yard. This isn’t it.” “Of course it is Sweetie.” “But what about the leg? This one looks completely fine when the other–” “They stitched him up, small stitches you can’t see because of the fur, it’s fine.” “But I remember he distinctly had 12 whiskers, this one has 10.” The second the words left your mouth you knew you should’ve just let it go. “Bunny, are you accusing me of something?” “No, I’m sorry – “ The shift in his mood was scary. “It’s pretty fucking ungrateful don’t you think? Weeks. For weeks I put up with your nonsense about glowing eyes and invisible cats. I even put up with your lack of affection. Despite that, I let you outside, I let you have the first pet you see, even drive it to a vet. I spend all this money on the stupid thing too and you accuse me of something? Daddy’s beyond hurt and mad .” You shivered at the look on his face, he fished the remote out of his pocket and you instantly grasped at the collar on your neck in fear. “No, no I’m sorry. I’m sorry.“ “I give an inch, you take a mile.” “Please, I was wrong. I’m wrong. It’s the same cat. I must have just been overly excited yesterday. Please. I’ll be good, I’m sorry.” Desperately you moved the cat off your lap and scrambled over towards him, gently putting your hand on his, lowering it along with the remote, before leaning forward and kissing him on the lips with a few quick pecks. “Really, I’m so happy about the cat. I’m sorry, please.” His anger seemed to soften with that, he brought one hand up to tighten in your hair, pulling you in for another kiss, this one deep, slow. He held you there an extra moment, resting his forehead on yours, eyes closed, taking in the situation. “Bunny, I think that taste of freedom has you acting a little out of whack. Don’t make me regret loosening the leash a little. One more, and I mean one more slip up and I’m either going to shock the piss out of you or put you back in timeout, got it?” “I understand. I’m so sorry Daddy. Really.”

He kissed you on the cheek, letting you go so he could return to setting up the remainder of the cat items. Your heart slowly resumed its normal beat as you pulled the cat back onto your lap, stroking its fur to calm yourself down. The dull purr that it gave did put you at ease slightly. You decided to try and change the subject to something happier, something to ward off potential tears. “I thought of a name.” “Oh yeah, and what’s that?” “Lucipurr. Lucip for short.”

Leon let out a small laugh. “And here I thought I was the king of corny jokes.” Hearing him laugh felt good, rewarding to your spirit. It stirred memories of prior to all this , just like seeing him so sweetly in the sunshine.

Maybe he hadn’t replaced the cat. Maybe you were just remembering wrong. Even if he had, was it really so bad? You still had Lucip on your lap purring up a storm, Leon skillfully putting the litter box and cat tree together. Everything felt so normal for once. Even the red eyed man was left upstairs in the closet, away from you. Out of sight, out of mind. Or more like the other way around in this case. There was nothing with you except Lucipurr, Leon, and the sunlight coming in through the windows.

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Despite the small tiff that started, he was beyond happy to see you coming out of your shell. God you were so beautiful when you smiled, and your lips felt like heaven crashing down on him. He knew he’d have to get a hold on himself so as not to let you off too easily in the future, you still had a lot to learn and get used to. Rules and discipline were important, but every now and then letting you off the hook a little wasn’t too bad. He was honestly just cheesed to see you smile again. Yeah he did replace the cat. The other was given to a vet to adopt out, he wasn’t a monster or one of those sick serial killers who torture fluffy pets for fun. What he hadn’t expected was you to notice so easily, he’d done his best to find an exact match. It didn’t matter now though, you seemed content with the one in your lap. Honestly, he’d snapped more out of annoyance of your perception than anything. You were so strange to him, he was always either over or under expecting from you. A unique creature for him to tame, but tame he would, and he felt so close to doing so. After all, an untamed animal was an unsafe animal. Over the course of several more weeks he kept a closer watch on you. No more talk of hallucinations. Excellent . You had actually asked him to watch a movie with you, three different times. Even better . Though he could have gone without you petting the cat the whole time, you were snuggled against him willingly. Everyday he’d take you on a walk just after breakfast and another small walk before bed too, earning him appreciative kisses.

And tonight? Tonight he finally wanted to test this newly affectionate you. He craved you and wanted to see if you were really and truly opening up to him like he hoped. Sure he’d had you plenty of times while you slept, but it wasn’t the same. He shooed the cat out of the bedroom before closing the door. “Why’d you do that? Lucip sleeps in here–” “Because baby, I think you owe me.” He watched the puzzled look form on your beautiful features. “I’ve been so kind haven’t I? The cat, the outside trips. Not to mention the weeks I spent snuggling your panic attacks away every night.” There was always this small amount of panic that would cross your face when he interacted with or spoke about the cat. He committed it to memory knowing he held control over that. “You’re not going to get rid of him are you?” “Oh baby girl, not if you don’t give me a reason too. Are you going to give me a reason too?” When you shook your head, he walked towards the bed, pulling his shirt over his head while he did so. “Look what you do to me.” He cooed, rubbing the bulge that was already forming in his sweatpants. “Why so nervous Bunny, did I hurt you the last time?” “No, Sir. But –” “But what?” He raised a brow at your reaction, daring you to be careful with what came out next. “Last time you promised the morning after pill but then didn’t –” “Did I? Are you sure? I don’t remember that.” He brought his hand up to your face, rubbing your cheek. “You don’t wanna have Daddy’s baby, is that it?”

He watched your face closely testing your reaction. Your eyes darted around nervously while you fidgeted with the sleeves of the sweater you were wearing, he knew you were looking to find the answer that would appease him. Cute . “Don’t worry Bunny, we have plenty of time in the future for me to breed that little pussy. I’d rather enjoy us time for a while, unless you want me to fuck a baby into you - then I’d happily oblige.” He noticed your thighs squeezed together at his words despite your nerves, he slid his hand up one of your legs and leaned forward to lap at the shell of your ear. “C’mon baby, I’m just teasing. I’ve been tracking your cycle, you’re not going to get pregnant tonight, relax.” He kissed along your neck bringing your hand down and coaxed you to touch him through his pants. He sucked a particularly deep bruise into your neck before soothing the purpled spot by circling his tongue over it. “I’d be more comfortable with birth control or –” Your sputtered attempt at asking was adorable . “No Bunny, chemicals like that aren’t good for you. Trust me.” He continued working his way down your neck, letting out a small hiss with each rough touch of your palm against his clothed erection. “What’s rule 2 baby?” “Always listen to you, Daddy.” “Fuck, that’s right.” He bucked into your touch when your fingers wrapped around the outline of him instead of just the flat of your hand. Leon removed your hand from himself so he could more easily get your shirt off. A man on a mission, he sucked deep purple marks into your skin, trailing them down from your neck to your clavicle, holding you in place while the map of marks continued over your stomach. He stopped only at your hip to give it a nip, causing you to jolt.

“So pretty. Purple is definitely your color princess.” He dipped two fingers between your folds, swiping your slick upwards and over your clit, relishing in the noise you made. “Look at that, seems your pussy agrees, she’s so happy she’s crying tears of joy.” He took a moment to eye you up and down, he brought the hand he wasn’t using to play with you up to your neck, tapping the collar lightly. “Hmmm. I think you’d be more comfortable with it off, yeah? I’ll tell you what. I’ll take it off, and if you’re a good girl for me, and I mean a really good girl for me, I’ll give you an even better one. Sound like a deal?” Leon reached into the pocket of his sweats and pulled out a little key, making quick work of the lock and releasing your neck from its confines. He gently rubbed the red marks it’d left on your skin before leaning down to capture your lips again, nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away, leading you to sit up and follow him to the end of the bed. Tugging his pants down, he kicked them off to the side before giving his now freed cock a few good pumps. A bead of precum began to pearl at the tip before running down the shaft smearing with the movement of his fists. “Now, I’m going to trust you to be a really good girl. No biting alright?” He pressed the tip against your plus lips, rubbing it back and forth slightly until they were coated in his precum, before he pressed against them urging you to open. He moaned as you accepted him into your mouth. “Fuck, Bunny, just like that.” He held your hair and pushed himself until he was at the back of your throat and held you there. Your tongue hung out, spit spilling down the sides of your face, eyes watering. You looked gorgeous. Right when you were on the cusp of lifting your hands to signal it was too much he pulled out, letting you gasp for air. “Sorry baby, maybe that was a little too much to start. Here, why don’t you play with it for a little however you’re comfortable – I can train your throat another time.” He gave you a moment to catch your breath before encouraging more action.

He hissed when you leaned forward to place a kiss on the tip before lapping at it, he was about to lecture you for teasing, when you swallowed him back into your mouth and began to bob your head shallowly, using your hand to grab what wasn’t fitting. “Good girl. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” Every now and then he couldn’t stop himself from bucking forwards, throwing you off your pace and gagging slightly. When he was close, he grabbed at your hair and tugged you off with a resounding pop, moving positions so he was propped up at the headboard, urging you to crawl back over to him. “Come ride me baby.” He helped you position yourself on top of him, guiding you down onto his thick length until he was bottomed out in your leaky cunt. “So good . I’ll never get used to how your needy pussy just swallows me up.” Leaning back, he put both hands behind his head to relax, allowing you to grip onto his shoulders as you bounced up and down causing obscene squelching noises. “That’s right baby you make Daddy feel so good. Show me how grateful you are for how daddy takes care of you.” Your tongue hung out of your mouth as you concentrated on your movements, the sweet whimpers you made as you slid along his shaft sounded throughout the room like his own personal symphony. “That’s it, god you ride me so well.” He let you go at your own pace, once he noticed you were tiring out opting to rock your hips vs bouncing he decided to help. “Here baby, let me do the rest.” He reached up and grabbed both hips with his strong hands. “Use one hand to hold yourself up. Yep just like that. Now take that hand and touch yourself f’me. Can you do that, baby?” Once you were situated how he wanted you, he easily lifted you up by your hips and brought you back down. His years of strength training made it easy for him to slide you up and down his cock like a personal fleshlight. For the first time he heard you squeak out words, almost incomprehensible with the way your head was thrown back while you lazily rubbed at your clit. “Daddy, I’m so close –” “Atta girl, go ahead baby..” He picked up his speed bringing his hips to slam up each time he pulled you down, groaning when your orgasm soaked everything beneath you as the muscles of your cunt milked the cum out of him. He groaned and spilled into you, slowing down as he rode his orgasm out.

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serene-sun · 2 years

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Introducing the nameless ghouls, for my babes @25-30-03 I TAGGED THE WRONG ACCOUNT AND I JUST NOW FIXED IT OML WHAT AM I DOING, I WROTE THIS SO LONG AGOOOO

*I will do papas at some point, I also love that you have no fucking clue what I’m talking about. BUT ITS MY HYPERFIXATION so you are legally obligated to listen to me rant about these beautiful people

18+ for very obvious sexual themes

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Would say he is the most popular, bc well…I mean…he is humping a guitar in the third image…

SHORT, my man is so little, but yk what isn’t little…ANYWAYS

Animal

Fire ghoul

Angry 24/7

Possessive

When on stage he is always touching someone or doing horney shit with his hands

Loves people’s personal space

Lead guitarist, electric white jaguar guitar (I think)

My man is always on the move

Outside of the stage he is very much innocent

Named sodo because he has “sodomizer” tatted across his abdomen, but trust me he is just a little baby fool

Angry tiny goblin

*• 𝔞𝖊𝖙𝖍𝔢𝖗 •*

Mr. Father of father issued children

Always has his sleeves rolled up

V jumpy

Most energy (yes even more than sodo)

THEM ARMS AND THIGHS can do anything

Have you seen those titties?

Black guitar, white rims, rhythm guitarist

Always jumping

Always fooling around

Always playing around with the other ghouls

Loves to take papas spotlight

Everyone loves him, I mean, come on it’s aether

Something tells me he listens to lady Gaga

Cat man

Loves to play around with sodo, but I think he needs a break from that ever since sodo grabbed his dong on stage, revenge I assume

This guy is just a big teddy bear

Banana

This guy loves you no matter what you look like, love, identify as, and he will support you no matter what

I think him and copia have good chemistry

Bros with the ghouletts

Did I mention she jumps?

{ - 𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖘 - }

Also known as multi ghoul

Swiss as In Swiss Army knife

Shimmy shimmy

Always on his stage of shame

Someone needs to contain him

Has actually lost his mind

Romantic bastard

ALWAYS smiling

Biggest smile

Older brother figure

Grabbed sodos dong on stage

Plays acoustic guitar, tambourine, and many other things

Multi ghouls bc he does multi things

Shimmy hurt papa?

ALWAYS dancing

Best vocals, let’s be honest, did you hear him in little sunshine and Mary on a cross?? 🦋

You better always be watching, he is either on his knees, dancing inappropriately, doing things, smoking into someone’s mouth, bc if you don’t look he will escape the stage of shame

Handsome boy

He’s allot at once

Best snuggle buddy

Smells like roses

He’s also a liberal, not joking, have you seen his Twitter?

My love flower, I will be back with more, I reached the 10 image limit 😭 this is just a teaser for the real shitz

#ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghost x reader fluff #nameless ghouls x reader #ghost #ghost band fic #ghost bc #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #sodo ghoul #ghost headcanons #serene sun writes

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sleepy-wyvern · 2 years

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I think Eddie is a Thigh guy, he loves thick thigh's and just have to squeeze them all the time. But when you have stockings on, oh boy his little brain would short circuiting in no time.

Do you think you could write something about that?

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Oh my god Nonny what a brilliant idea! He DEFINITELY is a thigh guy! Let me start off by saying I’m sorry this took longer than intended, for some reason my brain was just like MORE WORDS LETS KEEP GOING! Thanks so much for the request darling I hope I could do it justice, that it didnt take too too long, and that you enjoy! AO3 version here

Black Lace Surprise | Eddie x fem!Reader

Tags: boyfriend Eddie, body worship, m-f oral, fingering, p in v, pullout, nick names (babe, baby, honey, goddess, master)

Synopsis: you decide to surprise your thigh obsessed boyfriend Eddie Munson with a set of black lace lingerie, but he has to wait all night until he can touch you.

If you like this fic, check out my master list for more or my wonderful muse @taintedcigs my favorite fic writer!!!

SMUT! 18+ only, MINORS DNI!

Word count: ~4.5k

Your thighs were a part of you that at one point you felt insecure about. That was until you met and started dating Eddie Munson; the man that practically worshiped your entire body.

Eddie was always a gentleman. You knew that for a fact since the day you met him, and dating him just confirmed it even more. Sure, he was often eccentric or bratty, enjoying a challenge but he was respectful. He raced to open your door for you on the first date, picking bunches of purple wildflowers for you with his hair pulled back into some semblance of a bun. When in public he’d have a threatening blank stare that he used against people who made an inappropriate comment or seemed to eye you the wrong way, holding a hand on your waist pulling you closely into him. So yeah, a little overprotective but still a gentleman overall. Except when it came to one thing: your thighs.

Even during the hot sticky summer when you had just met you knew he loved them. Though you weren’t dating yet it never bothered you. When you wore your dolphin or jean shorts for some relief from the heat you could feel his gaze washing over you every time you weren’t looking, hovering over the thickness of your hips. Perhaps from another guy it would be insulting, but instead it instinctively made you squirm, blooming something inside of you. You loved the way he looked at you, different from any other guy has before. Naturally things evolved from there. Now that you’re dating that look never changed, in fact somehow you believe it gets stronger every day.

Now you sit together in the living room of your apartment, legs thrown over him as he leans back into the old worn couch. His hands graze your legs as they always do, no matter what you were wearing or doing he always wanted to be touching you and grabbing you. And frankly you loved it.

“Hey Babe,” you say with a smile already on your lips in anticipation.

Your fingers play with his hair, tangling into it. You lean your face into his shoulder taking in the smell of him; sharp spice containing apple and crisp greenery, mixed with coffee and a hint of tobacco. Together it was all intoxicating.

“Mmhmm?” He looks from the tv to you, brown eyes curious.

A touch of pink rises to your cheeks making him raise an eyebrow “I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” He asks, thumb running circles against your thigh almost absentmindedly like it was muscle memory. But he savored every bit of it.

Yours and Eddie’s phone both let out a low buzz in unison, he pays no mind to it but you glance over to yours.

Robb: almost here ☺️

“I'd better get changed,” you smile standing up while Eddie pouts.

“Nooo, tell me” he asks, holding out his hand to you. You grab it until you’re too far out of grasp, letting it slowly fall.

He groans in defeat, running his fingers through his curls.

You enter your bedroom closing the old chipped paint door behind you. Your lips twist into a smile as your heart beats in anticipation looking at your outfit you had planned. A plaid skirt with a black long sleeved top, nothing too out of the ordinary but you had one addition planned.

A long buzz from the vibration of your phone startled you. Glancing over you notice the names from your group chat again.

Dingus: Were here, when ur ready King Eddie: break in thru the window, I did Gareth: You what

You smile noting Steve had not yet noticed Robin changed his name back to Dingus. You tap gently against the screen “Don’t break the house, it's a rental.”

King Eddie: :(

You look over your drawer of leggings and pantyhose and suddenly you can feel your heart thumping wildly. This time you opted for your brand new pair of black stockings, sheer silky fabric topped with black lace. Was it a little bold to wear them even just in front of friends? Yup, but you felt especially bold tonight. You attached your new garter belt to go with them over top of your lace lingerie, helping hold the stockings over the thickness of your thighs. You could barely notice the straps holding the stockings up under your skirt but you could just enough to know they were there.

Did a certain someone have a part to play in the choice of your attire? Oh yes it did. In fact you bought this pair especially for him, noticing how obsessed with your thighs he’s been. A feeling of gleeful evilness washes over your chest as you smile to yourself.

Three quiet knocks on the door interrupted your thoughts as you cleared your throat.

“Hello?” You whisper, tugging your skirt up and over your silky stockings, you look at yourself in the mirror critically.

“Hey, uh” you could hear Eddie’s familiar voice from the other side of the door, leaning against the wall while he spoke “I let the hooligans in.”

Tonight was your turn to host a hangout night between the crew of your friends. Usually the night consisted of video games, movies, snacks, drinking and smoking weed. Steve, Robin, Gareth, Jake and usually some stragglers like the freshly drinking age Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike.

“Aight, coming out” you tug down slightly on your skirt and smooth the wrinkles on your top.

Your stomach flip flops as you open the door, almost scared how Eddie would react, if he wouldn’t like it. His eyes were on the wall adjacent as you emerged but the moment he looked at you his eyes widened. You could tell his breath caught in his throat as he swallowed, his adams apple bobbing up and down, lips slightly parted as his eyes widen, perhaps both in fear and awe. Yet he kept his eyes level with yours, although painfully, as a bead of sweat forms on his forehead.

“D-do, uh- yeah, um-” he brings his fist to his face making you blush before he scratches his head, a desperate attempt to diffuse the tension.

“Surprise,” You smile, letting out a giggle. Mission accomplished, you think.

“Sur-surprise” his eyes glance down for only a moment before meeting yours again “suddenly I forget every thought I’ve ever had.”

You laugh light and sweet, “Did you let them in nicely?” You ask folding your arms across your chest.

“-Yes, yes I did” he does a thumbs up nervously keeping his eyes level “I-uh, was going to ask…”

“Drinks,” you reply.

He nods “drinks, yup.” He gestures for you to go ahead of him, hand held out kindly.

You pause for a second wondering if you should go first but decide why the hell not. You walk softly against the floorboards feeling Eddie’s gaze along you, still quite in shock. As you entered the living room you knew he would be cursing himself for not taking advantage of the privacy you once had, now lost.

“Hey everyone,” you say softly.

There was less of a crowd than usual but you welcomed it for a change, Steve, Robin and Gareth.

Steve sat on the couch, arms stretched across the back of the sofa. He wore his bright yellow sweater casually, ready for a relaxing night, one beer in his hand as Gareth was the designated driver for the night. He wove a hand when you saw him, glancing down at your stockings making red rise to your cheeks a little.

Eddie looked to Steve with an edge of sharpness to grab his attention. Steve flashed an apologetic smile back at him, putting a hand up defensively. You pretended not to notice, while Robin who was sitting next to him slapped his head.

“Dingus stop eyeing her up” she whispered, low enough to think you couldn’t hear.

“Hey, love your outfit” Robin speaks louder this time as she turns her attention to you with a supportive smile.

Meanwhile Gareth sat in the recliner, hands busy with his Nintendo switch. His red plaid shirt was decorated in pins and patches, his hair curled against his neck. He barely looked up as he spoke, clearly a bit shy of you still but his voice was kind “Hey.”

“Thanks Robb” you smile back at her, a little flustered at the compliment.

You ask Gareth about what he’s playing before Eddie interrupts with a sigh.

After quickly and definitely not thoroughly searching he asks “where’s the cups?”

You glide behind him, trailing a finger along his back as you do “over here,” you bend down and although your skirt was low enough to not show any panties, it accentuated the roundness of your ass.

Straightening up your body you turn to Eddie whose mouth had suddenly run dry. He looks at you as if frozen in place, taking a moment to register you were holding out the cups for him. In the meantime, Steve had walked over to find out what had been taking the drinks so long.

Eddie takes the plastic bag, lips parted in shock and awe. You turn back, this time reaching high up to grab a large plate and bowl.

“Let me get that for you” Steve says but before he can make his way over Eddie snaps back to reality.

“Nope, I got it” he was behind you in an instant, laying one hand on your waist, the other reaching up, grabbing first the bowl and then the plate making sure he could spend as long as a time he could pressed into you.

Steve rolls his eyes before turning his attention to playing bar tender, asking everyone what they wanted to drink.

Eddie realizes his mistake as the bulge in his jeans begins to grow, pushing against your ass. Suddenly he’s trapped. You flash him a sly smile before leaving him there stranded with the plates.

You grab the cheese and assortment of meats from the fridge before you decide to playfully tease him “Ed’s what’s taking you so long?” You take out the bowl of strawberries.

He stays turned away from the crowd “uh, making sure we have enough plates honey,” he smiles at you over his shoulders, shifting the weight on his legs.

The others are clearly more interested in their drinks to care but you giggle as you lay out a neat design on the plate before you for your guests.

The rest of the night was torture, at least for Eddie it was. Sitting next to you on the loveseat it felt impossible to not gawk. As the alcohol softened your resolve and everyone else’s, you curled your legs up against him and he looked as if he was in pain to not be touching you. He settled for his hand pulling your waist close to his side, scared for what might happen the moment he touches your hips.

You decided to play Mario kart with one another for most of the night, followed by Mario party and super smash bros. Steve boasts that despite his level of drunkenness he’s still in first place. Before long you and Gareth practically keel over laughing when a blue shell by Robin knocks Steve into last place, screaming ensues.

Eddie, though, doesn’t share as many chuckles or quips this time around, not even threatening Gareth for a rematch when he barely loses to him at Smash Bros. It’s instead as if he is using all of his self control. Forced jokes and laughs that the others are none the wiser of, but you knew better. In fact you would be concerned if you didn’t have your shared glances whenever you adjusted your sitting position. His eyes filled with lust melted into yours, wanting and begging impatiently. He constantly checked the time until around 1:30am when Robin started yawning and your controllers started to die.

Steve rubs his hands against his knees before speaking “guess we’d better head off.” He gets up and stretches while Gareth collects his switch and controllers.

Eddie immediately looks at you, his eyes growing darker. You shrug with a sweet smile as if utterly unaware what dirty thoughts were circulating his mind.

You stand near the porch for a proper send off for your guests, giving a slightly off balance Robin a hug before hauling on her boots.

“Good night you guys thanks for coming!” You say chipper as ever. You feel yourself filled with excitement and anticipation as Eddie stands next to you, hands in his pockets breathing deeply.

“Later Eddie,” Steve claps his back as you all say your goodbyes.

Eddie pushes the door shut the moment Steve was outside, locking the deadbolt.

“What’s the hur-“ you’re cut off by Eddie’s lips against yours, hands behind your head holding you steady.

You fall into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck as you drink him in. Your hands grab at his soft hair and his back, pulling him into you as if you could get any closer.

Eddie breaks away his kiss with shuddering breaths “Bed. Now.” His demands make wings fly through your body and as you turn to go to your bedroom he decides it wasn’t fast enough.

He picks you up into the air, carrying you to your bedroom laying you on the soft bed sheets.

“Oh my goddess,” he whispers, eyes hypnotized by you. He switches from looking deeply into your eyes to tracing your thighs with them.

Hungrily he pulls your skirt up just enough, finally touching the soft stretch marks of your hips “you are so fucking gorgeous” he whispers in a raspy voice.

He slides the fingers of both his hands underneath the straps of your garter belt on both legs, grabbing at the curves of your thighs greedily with lust.

“May I?” He asks in a whisper, bringing his hands to your waistband.

“Of course, it’s my present to you,” you smile.

He lets out a heavy breath of air as he pulls your skirt down over your legs, revealing your garter belt and black lacy panties complete with an ever so tiny bow.

“Jesus H. Christ” he whispers, holding your waist with his hands as if you were a treasured gift and he was afraid you’d be taken from him.

He pulled your shirt up and over your head to see the matching bra, chocolate brown eyes examining your body but not in a critical or judgemental way. He looked at you as if you were the force that put the stars in the sky, a shimmer reflecting in his eyes filled with wonder.

“Holy fuck” he grabs your thighs tighter with his finger tips this time, mouth watering.

His eyes flicker up to yours before laying steady there “you are so beautiful” he whispers barely audible, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I love You, Ed’s” You smile burying your fingers in his hair.

“I love you too sweetheart” he lays a deep kiss on your lips while he trails his fingertips up your legs.

He pulls back to plant kisses between your breasts, all the way down over your soft stomach to your panties. He makes a low noise, almost a growl of hunger as he reaches your panty line. He holds your hips tight in his hand, planting kisses around them slowly moving to your entrance.

He stops a moment in surprise “crotchless? For me? Oh baby you didn’t” he grins wide with large brown eyes looking up at you.

“Just for you baby,” you reply, biting your lower lip while he plants a kiss on the fabric of your panties.

He kisses your inner thigh before sucking, grazing his hand down your legs over the fabric of your stockings to your calves. You lean back against the bed, gripping the bed sheets as he sucks and nibbles at you. You feel the wetness grow between your legs, surely dripping onto the bed.

Once a few light bruises start to show he turns to the other thigh, grabbing onto you tightly, cold rings pressing into you. He licked his tongue along your skin in between bites on your body. Pulling back he smiled down at his work, a number of hickys starting to show.

“Well, now that the world knows you’re mine, time to use you like a good master would” the corner of his lip curls up to a smile as he positions himself between your legs, spreading them for easy access.

Before you can respond he dives his head down, kissing your entrance you let out a moan of pure excitement for his touch. You’ve both waited all night for this, to feel his slick tongue against your cunt. He runs it in circles against you, teasing you up before going straight to your clit. The moment he hits it your back arches in pleasure, balling the bed sheets up in your fist.

Eddie grasps your thighs tightly, keeping them still while you squirm and he licks in the exact motion you love. It doesn’t take long for your pleasure start to build, “Ed’s stop” you whisper and he pulls back nervously.

He looks at you concerned, his face practically dripping with your wetness “are you okay baby?”

“Yeah” you nod “I just… I wanted to finish with you inside…. If that’s alright.”

He runs the back of his hand along his face, a smile of both relief and craving “that’s more than alright” he chuckles low, climbing up and over you.

You enjoyed the feeling of him looming over you, running his hands over your body exploring you. Your lips connected in a deep kiss tasting of smoke and strawberries, with a hint of alcohol. You feel his cock harden through his jeans, pushing into the bare skin of your leg.

Eddie breaks the kiss off, leaning back to remove his shirt, up and over his head making his tattoos dance as he does. Beautiful drawings on an equally gorgeous canvas, it wasn’t long before he was pressing the bare skin of his chest into yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, you grasp at his back trying to get him even closer. Your body heat mingles as you do, and you feel cold when he breaks off the kiss, missing him against you.

He kisses your thighs again before detaching the garter belt. Taking the fabric between his teeth gently, he peels the stocking down over your skin leaving your leg shivering. He switches sides to take the other one off, looking deep into you as he does making your heart gallop wildly. Once they’re in a pile on the floor he brings his hands to his jeans, his eyes locked on yours as he did, fiddling with his belt buckle with a smirk. You blush suddenly embarrassed as he pulls them down along with blue checkerboard boxers. You never could get used to how big he was, your cheeks got even hotter. But he always fits, perfectly in fact.

The heat of his body reconnects with yours as he seemingly hovers above you, long hair tickling your neck as you share an intimate kiss, close and exposed to one another.

He cups your face with one gentle hand, running his rough fingertips along your soft cheek while his tongue was deep in your mouth. You were acutely aware of his hand movements as he slowly traveled over your curves, stretch marks, and cellulite, melting away any stress or insecurity you may have had. Your body was a valley of hills and mountains he was determined to explore, love and protect.

You moan into his mouth making his lips twist into a smile as he feels how wet your entrance is for him. You press a hand against his chest, not hard enough to push him away but enough to take comfort in the firmness of his torso.

His two ringed fingers glide into you easily as you grip your hand onto his shoulder for support, gasping as the cold metal rubs against you. He moves against your tight walls filling you with pleasure as he prepares you for his cock. You whimper against him as it felt oh so good to have him inside yet you wanted the main course.

“Ed’s,” you look into his concerned caramel eyes, attentive to your every word, letting out a little gasp of air “I’m ready,” your words were practically a beg.

He pulls his fingers out from you, bringing them to his lips he sucks your juices from them with a gleeful and anticipating look. You look away while he does, a little flustered by the action before he kisses your cheek, coaxing you to face him again. You oblige, abandoning your insecurity for the comfort and alluring taste of his mouth.

After a moment he pulls back “are you sure?” He asks again, you notice his breathing is heavier now.

You nod wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down into you, his guitar pick necklace cool against your breasts. You wanted nothing less than to meld into him, spending the rest of your life together with him inside you.

As he guides his tip to you, press your lips together. You let out a long, drawn out breath as he slides into you slowly but surely. His eyes are closed with concentration and self control, taking in every inch of your cunt. His breath into your ear tickles you lovingly, reminding you of his presence to fill you with security.

After a moment his eyes flutter open with dark long lashes “Does… does that feel okay?” He somehow manages to speak, running a hand over your bare thigh, grabbing onto you.

“Yes” you whisper looking up into his eyes “you can keep going.”

He pulls out slightly and pushes back in, slightly faster this time. Your heart pounds in your cunt and you wonder if his cock can feel it beating against him while he moves out and into you again. Before you know it your body is pushed against the mattress with more vigor. You grip the bed sheets hard as he hits the back of your vagina with his tip, a tight pressure that’s never felt so good.

Sweat forms on his back and forehead as he thrusts faster and harder into you, both of your heavy breaths mingle together in the bedroom air. You cling to him, desperate for every part of him.

“Yes Ed’s, just like that” he groans in pleasure at your feedback, hitting against the spot that somehow feels even better than the rest.

Your fingers dig into his back, careful not to scratch him too badly as he brings you into a world of pleasure. Your eyes shut overcome with sensations of him inside you, pushing and guiding you along the path of pleasure.

“Keep going baby,” you whine to him in between high moans, “I feel it” you gasp air into your lungs.

Pulling him tightly into you, you feel your pleasure pushed over the edge. Back arched, toes curled and walls clenched you let out a harmonious moan. Eddie chuckles low and sweet, kissing your ear and neck while keeping his cock deep inside you.

“I love feeling you finish on my cock sweetheart,” he mumbles into your ear, quiet enough to not overwhelm you as you lay limp against the bed.

“Mmm,” you hum in reply, still wanting more of him though your cunt is numb “your turn. That’s a demand” you smirk at him and his face runs red but his expression is playful.

“As my lady commands,” he jokes, pressing down into a kiss.

He begins to thrust again as he pulls his lips back only inches from yours to take in heavy gulps of air. You ran your fingers through his wild hair, pulling it back and out of his face as you did while his muscles twitched.

“That’s it baby,” you encourage while admiring him.

You ran your eyes along his tattoos on his chest, normally hidden from view by a shirt or sweater. His body was beautiful and gorgeous, and suddenly that made you want more of him again.

“Please Ed’s,” you ask again, his eyes are closed but you can tell he’s heard you as a deep moan replies “I want your hot cum on me baby.”

Goosebumps rise on his skin at your words, his face tight with concentration and pleasure “anything for you” his voice was raspy making you squirm.

It only took a few more thrusts before his lips parted in pleasure as he pulled out of you, rubbing his cock just a few times before hot cum landed on your thighs, stomach and even breasts. You smile widely watching his expression of joy and relief wash over him. You stay in your shared moment of bliss as he breathes deep, chest rising and falling quickly.

“God, you’re so gorgeous” his lips turned upward in a smile, his eyes looking as if he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing as he shook his head.

“Right, uh,” he stammered, “towel.”

He disappeared for only a moment before returning with a towel, his cum now starting to cool on your skin. He slowly dabbed the soft fibers against your skin, soaking up what was left. When he was rubbing it along your thighs, you were filled with a sudden urge to hug him.

“I miss you,” you smiled weakly looking into his eyes as his face was level with yours.

He smiled at you, eye wrinkles dancing as he does “I’m not going anywhere” suddenly he tackled you into a hug, laying you back against the bed.

You laughed as he planted numerous quick kisses along your cheeks and forehead, holding you tight and close with strong arms “you’re stuck with me!”

“Oh no, what ever shall I do?” You laugh pretending to try and shoo him off.

He pulls a blanket up and over both of your bodies, snuggling closely into you. You smile at him, filled with true content.

“So the stockings worked?” You say with a cheeky grin.

He laughed as he kissed your nose “hell yeah it did” his hands grabbed your leg, pulling it over him.

“Just wait until your birthday” you chuckle at his look of bewilderment, hugging him close beneath the blanket.

“I’ve never looked forward to anything more” his eyes widened with eyebrows raised.

You laugh at him as he kisses you lovingly on the forehead “for now though,” you whisper “we can use this set as many times as you want.”

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The Other Side of Paradise

5) To Budding Friendships. (And More.)

Cross posted from AO3

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch.6, Ch.7, Ch.8, Ch.9, Ch.10, Ch.11

You try to make the best of your life working at a small bakery in a city with rising cartel violence. One slower day, a man starts harassing your coworker. Despite the obvious threat, you stand up to him anyway. Unbeknownst to you, Valeria just so happened to be there to witness it.

A/N- All chapters containing smut will be labeled mature. The fic is fully written with the whole thing on AO3 but chapters on Tumblr will be posted one a day.

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Dual POV, Happy Ending, Plot with Porn, Graphic Violence, Inappropriate Use of a Knife, Masturbation, WLW

You stare up at the two disemboweled corpses crucified against a building. They're both wearing cheap looking cowboy hats. Memento Mori is spray painted above them. You turn away from the gruesome sight, at risk of puking. You stand on the sidewalk for a few more minutes. Trying to process what you saw before you head into work. El Sin Nombre made a habit of displaying bodies, but all the other ones were kept on street corners wrapped under sheets. You force yourself to move on. There's nothing you can do for them now.

You enter the bakery and greet your coworker. Your thoughts are caught up on the vile display and you mess up four orders. Your coworker can tell something is wrong, but he doesn't bother asking. People are buzzing with conversation. You weren't the only one who saw it. They're smart enough to talk quietly but a few words are still loud enough to reach your ears. You slip off to the back, so you don't have to listen. You live in a cartel run town and you've lived long enough to see your fair share of gore but for whatever reason this is what's really sticking with you.

You should be working, or at least trying to but all you can do is stare at the soapy sink. You really wish you kept Valeria's number. You could really use someone to talk to. You should really keep your thoughts to yourself but you're sure you can talk to Valeria. She told you she liked how honest you were after all. You force yourself to start washing the dishes. The warm water burns a hidden cut you didn't notice. You gasp in surprise when someone puts a hand on your shoulder. You whip your head to the side and see Mateo. His thick brows are furrowed.

He says your name and looks at you.

"You've been washing the same plate for five minutes." You stare at him blankly. Have you? You're really out of it today. The corpses must be throwing you off.

"I'm sorry." You say haltingly. For once the look Mateo is giving you isn't one of thinly veiled irritation. He looks a little concerned.

"Do you need to take this shift off? Are you feeling sick?" You do in fact, feel a little sick. You don't really want to go home yet though.

"I'm fine," You're always fine. "I just had a bit of trouble getting to sleep last night, the AC is broken again." Mateo looks at you like he doesn't believe you but chooses not to press you on the matter.

"Okay...well...if you do just let me know." He says awkwardly, like he's not used to showing basic kindness. He walks off and leaves you to your work.

Valeria doesn't come to visit you during your shift, and you feel a little disappointed. You go home and keep your eyes averted when you have to pass by that building. You get back to your apartment and go inside. The chill from the AC makes gooseflesh rise on your bare arms. Your apartment is relatively small and empty. Maybe you should get a pet or something. Even a fish would make things look less lonely. You set down the treat basket and head off into the bathroom to wash the day away.

You exit the bathroom freshly clean and check your phone. You rarely get important notifications, but you still always check after being away for more than ten minutes. Just in case. To your surprise you have a few texts from an unsaved number. You know who it is without checking.

"It's Valeria. I was wondering if you were busy tonight?" You are not busy tonight. You're never busy after your shifts. You Sit on the couch and curl your feet up under you.

"No, I'm not busy." You set your phone down and wait for a response. You turn on the tv and watch impatiently. Dulce Obsesión is playing but you aren't really paying attention. The only thing that catches your attention is that one of the main characters looks a little like Valeria.

Twenty minutes later your phone dings and you check it immediately.

"Good. I want to take you out for drinks." She wants to go drinking with you. Aren't you special. You have work tomorrow and you're quite tired, but you won't turn down an opportunity. You try to wait a bit before replying immediately lest you come off as desperate. You are desperate though and decide that mindset is too juvenile at your big age.

"Sure, what bar were you thinking?"

Valeria replies quickly, easing your worries.

"Greenrose." Greenrose? You pick through your memories to see if you know the place. You aren't too familiar with bars. You gave up years ago because you felt lonely sitting in a crowded place where no one wanted to approach you. You don't have very much time to try and work out where it is before Valeria sends you another text.

"I'll pick you up, what's your address?" This almost feels like a date. You send her your address and rush back into the bathroom. You fix yourself up a little bit. You need to buy some new concealer though; you're running dangerously low.

You put on a cute outfit and wait on the couch. Despite the AC you still find yourself sweating and feeling a little too warm. Finally, a knock on your door ushers you to your feet. You wait a few seconds before opening the door. Valeria's eyes dart over you and her lips lift in a friendly smile.

"You look nice, let's go." She says. Turning and walking down the narrow stairs. you follow behind her. Valeria leads you to a clean looking car. She even opens the door for you. You feel a little excited. Your unpleasant feelings over the distressing sight from earlier are long forgotten.

You usually aren't out this late. There's no reason to be and it's generally not very safe. You feel safe with Valeria though.

"You have a nice car." You say. Admiring the clean interior. It looks new but smells used. There's a rosary tied to the rearview mirror. Valeria shoots you a smile before pulling away from the curb.

"Thank you." She sounds proud. You'd be proud too if you could afford a car like this. It looks like a high-end SUV. "It's pretty expensive but it's definingly worth the investment."

"Wow, what do you do for work?" You ask. Genuinely curious. Valeria pauses.

"Something in the pharmaceutical field." She replies vaguely. You tilt your head at her.

"You own a business?"

"Something like that, although I'm more of a... distributer."

You arrive at an admittedly nice-looking bar. The surrounding area looks a little sketchy though.

"I haven't been over here before." You say nervously. Valeria turns off the ignition and looks at you. Her eyes glinting in the low-level light.

"We'll be fine. I come here often." She says calmly. getting out. You do the same and shut the door. Following her into the bar. She confidently weaves her way through the small crowd. There aren't that many people inside but most of them match the area. There's a corner of boisterous men playing cards. A flock of women surrounding them. A few stragglers sit alone drinking. You try not to judge them too harshly. That was you at one point.

You look back to Valeria as she takes a seat at an empty booth. You sit down across from her. You aren't drinking alone this time.

"What do you want?" Valeria asks. "My treat." And she's buying you a drink? You're struggling to tell if this platonic or if she has ulterior motives. You hope it's the latter.

"Vodka lime." You say. Your go-to affordable drink. Valeria nods and gets up.

"I'll be right back."

While she's gone you take the chance to look around again. The men in the corner are still in the middle of their game, the loners are still alone. That makes you think of Valeria. You wonder why she picked you of all people to spend tonight with. Not that you're complaining. Having drinks with a pretty woman is more ideal than wasting your time watching telenovels.

Valeria comes back and sets down a tray of five shots and your Vodka lime. she wastes no time in downing one of them.

"Today was long, it feels nice to just unwind with good company." She says lowly. Locking her fingers together and resting her chin on them. "I haven't had the time to just be."

"Tonight's a good night to simply exist and relax." You remark. Taking a sip of your drink.

'I agree, I'm glad I could find the time to take a break." She hums. "It's nice to spend some time around another woman." She pauses. "Around you. outside the bakery I mean."

You smile and take another sip. You should slow down a little bit. It would be a shame if you got yourself too drunk and embarrassed yourself.

"Speaking of the bakery, I was a little disappointed to not see you today." You reply. Leaning back in your seat.

"Oh, well, my apologies I hate to disappoint," she says with faux seriousness. "I hope this little night out makes up for my transgression."

You forget to take it slow. You finish your Vodka lime and three shots. Valeria goes from a clear outline to slightly blurry. Sometime during the night, you moved from across her to beside her. Your shoulders and thighs brushing against hers. The topics of your conversations shift from work to hobbies to memories.

"I was dating this guy," Valeria murmurs. Your heads close together. "It was a long time ago, just after we graduated and-" She takes a sip from the whiskey she ordered a few minutes ago. "-And we were making out, and he threw up in my mouth." You gape at her then erupt into a flurry of quiet laughter.

"Was he at least a good kisser?"

Valeria snorts in amusement and shakes her head. You grin like a fool, having the most fun you've had in a while. Valeria leans in close enough for her breath to ghost over your face.

"No, he wasn't a very good kisser." She murmurs. The proximity is enough to cause your heart to go into a frenzy. You don't pull away though.

"No?" You reply quietly. "What about you? Are you a good kisser?" Valeria stares you in the eyes intently.

"I'm not sure, perhaps some feedback would help." She whispers.

Valeria begins to lean in when the phone in her back pocket starts to buzz. She pulls away, looking absolutely murderous. She pulls out the little flip phone and sighs. She gets up and runs a hand through her hair.

"I have to take this, it's work related." She walks off towards the exit and steps outside, leaving you by yourself. You wish she would've ignored it but what do you know? You don't run a pharmaceutical business. Or distribution. Or whatever else it was that she does for a living that you can't recall.

#valeria garza x reader #valeria garza #cod mw2

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alexinity · 5 months

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Hi there,

I’m sorry you’ve gotten so many anons that are downright hateful. You can disagree with someone without telling them to kill themself, and I wish these anons would actually try to engage with you in a meaningful way rather than just threatening you. That’s why I’m writing this ask. I was hoping to explain some of the nuances of dark content in a way that isn’t pure defensiveness. It’s okay if this doesn’t change your mind, I just wanted to try and actually explain helpfully.

Firstly, I understand why you’re upset about the post. Incest is extremely taboo and morally reprehensible in reality. (And I agree with you it’s not my cup of tea in fiction either.) However, on sites like tumblr and ao3 it’s very much up to the reader to avoid things they don’t want to see. Yes, tag filtering exists and many of us use it, but some things still slip through the cracks. Even if this post wasn’t filtered for you, it was still marked as mature by tumblr and the top of the post itself contains all the relevant warnings. If you didn’t want to see the content, all you had to do was block and scroll away.

Second, in fiction communities, it is absolutely inappropriate to pathologize people’s fantasies and tell them that their content should not exist. Studies have shown time and time again that fantasies do not correlate with real life intentions to commit taboo or illegal acts such as incest. In fact, modern psychiatry believes that engaging with fanfic (and other safe sane consensual ways of engaging with dark fantasies) is a helpful outlet for people. Adults are capable of separating fiction from reality. To pretend otherwise is to buy into purity culture rhetoric.

On the topic of purity culture, policing fandom content in any way is absolutely a Trojan horse for purity culture. Just look at what happened to ff.net. First it will be dark content, then it will be any nsfw content is unacceptable, then it will be queer content, and so on and so forth. The thing about claiming the moral high ground is that morals are subjective and the goalposts will always be moved. You may think I’m exaggerating by saying that objecting to fictional incest and other dark content leads to the exclusion of marginalized folks, censorship, and the destruction of fanfic communities but it absolutely does and it has already happened.

Anyway, thanks for reading this far (if you have) and again I’m not sending this out of malice so I really hope it doesn’t come across as a personal attack. But at the end of the day, (as much as I understand having a visceral reaction to dark content) this one is kind of on you. Tumblr has dark content, this is common knowledge. A post gave appropriate warnings. And you purposely engaged with a post you knew you wouldn’t like. Being into dark fantasies with fictional characters is not an offense worthy of a callout post. Next time please just block and scroll. Other people should be able to create the content they like without being shamed and harassed. Not everything has to be for you.

hi,

i understand your point, thank you for being respectful, i got tired of people just jumping on me, thinking they will do something by calling me names and telling me to off myself.

Thats one of the reasons i wont be saying anything about content like that anymore, the other is that no matter what me and other people said as a response we got insults and not being taken seriously.

Of course i dont think only my opinion is right, i respect other peoples opinions but i also expect a normal response. Instead i was called thin-skinned and told to suck it up. Immature response in my opinion.

i will also add that not all people separate fiction from reality and a lot of them are adults.

i dont wanna deal with all of that anymore its pointless

Again thank you for being respectful and kind, some of the asks i received were pretty mean lol

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loriane-elmuerto · 2 years

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something something sentence sunday

Got tagged by @queennymeria, @unholymilf, and @dihardys to share some WIPs that I'm working on and boy do I have them, THANK YOU ❤️❤️

Gonna tag @chuckhansen, @cptcassian, @shellibisshe, @pheedraws, @lucky-107, @countessrooster, @florbelles, @jackiesarch, @indorilnerevarine, and @cobb-vanthss

WIP 1

Besides the team that were boots on the ground that day, only three people know about the events in Georgia.

One of them is Amelia Mason, the other - Zachary Gilbert.

The third is Jamie Fell.

Amelia knew because it was part of the job (not to mention the relationship between her and the participants of the tragedy), Zach knew because he had the right to know as Lauren's brother and current teammate.

Jamie? Jamie found out because he wanted to. Because he's the best friend.

The Captain gave him one week to gather his stuff, sort everything out with the Rangers and Sgt. Griggs, sign off on all of the paperwork and get the transfer underway.

After Amelia's short call, he got everything sorted out in one day.

Talking to Jamie never felt like a burden for the Sergeant. They always find new ways to initiate a conversation on any topic, no matter how insignificant. Despite the age gap between them, it felt easy to make conversation because they shared the same sense of humor, the same understanding of things, if from differing perspectives.

It was easy for Lauren to talk about the adventures she went through with the Captain and her partner in crime, Kyle. They even managed to laugh about the smallest of things, which almost seemed inappropriate, given the context.

However, trauma has a way of destroying even the strongest of soldiers.

Jamie did it with one single question.

"Did the gamble pay off?"

He could feel his heart physically break in his chest as he heard her utter a single, tearful, "no."

Jamie always knew what Alex had meant to her, as the man in question had been longer in Lauren's life than he had. Both her and Amelia kept sharing stories of the pair, especially how they met, and it would always light the room up with laughs and friendly jabs. He was grateful to hear that Alex was the one person who helped Lauren build herself back up when Wyatt died, even though he mattered to him as much as he did to her. It was obvious how much love she had for her friend, going as far as risking her life to save him.

And now she sits here, with her head in her hands, crying over the losses that keep trailing her like a cloak and stabbing her in the heart again and again.

As he wraps his arms around her, trying to provide some sort of shelter from the world, Jamie realizes that he's now the one person that has to help her find herself again, just like Alex did.

He didn't have any second thoughts.

"I know you're hurting, sweetheart, I know. But you don't have to be alone with your pain. You have Mia by your side, you have your brother nearby, not to mention the team that would go to hell and back for you. And you have me."

Lauren feels something touch the crown of her head. She doesn't register it was a kiss.

"Let me help you grieve."

WIP 2

"You watched my own emotions eating me alive FOR MONTHS! You watched me trying to piece myself again for months and now you destroy all of that with the truth?!"

Agent Laswell was the one who dared to interrupt her.

"We know it was a risk--"

Lauren wasted no time slamming her palms to the table that was separating her and the potential murder case in front of her.

"I'M NOT DONE YET!"

At least this silenced the room.

"Do you have any idea what I had to go through?! Do you have any idea how I had to feel?!" The Sergeant leaned back, trying to contain the rage that had almost consumed her. "When my partner died, I was not even allowed to see his body, I had to watch a closed casket and make my own conclusions on how he died. Gunshot? To the head? Torso? Or maybe he died from his wounds? Perhaps a slit throat? I don't know! I couldn't even hold his hand or kiss his forehead for the last time!"

Agent Mason, who was standing behind her, remembered Wyatt's funeral very well. She had known Lauren to never show her emotions in front of strangers. This was the only occasion where people not only saw her tears, but heard her screams.

"Not even two years pass, and now I had to live with the fact that my best friend died in my arms. That my efforts to save him were for nothing. YOU HAD ME BELIEVE THAT I DIED WITH HIS BLOOD ON MY HANDS! AND NOW I FIND OUT THAT MY GRIEF WAS FOR NOTHING?! THAT IT WAS HOLLOW?!"

It hurt Zach to see how Lauren's voice remained strong, yet she was already trembling from the anger and the sobs that were trying to break out.

She was about to continue her tirade, but Price beat her to the punch.

"We did it to keep him safe. Because your relationship with him... It posed a risk to his identity, especially after him deserting his post."

She hated the fact that he was right. And yet.

"No, no no no no. Tell me you did not think I was that predictable and uncontrollable. Tell me you did not think I would risk compromising my friend. Captain, tell me you did not think I was untrustworthy."

He really did not think that. To him, she was probably one of the closest friends he'll ever have, a friend who is not afraid to face death with him. Hell, she already did that.

"Never."

#oc: lauren gilbert #oc: jamie fell #oc: amelia mason #oc: zachary gilbert #tagged #i name this 'addressing lauren's grief after teasing it for 50 years'#this felt therapeutic to write

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drawnecromancy · 1 year

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Find the word!

Tagged by @isabellebissonrouthier

As always if you want to do these, feel free to consider yourself tagged by me !

Words I have to find : Hide, Seek, Blow, Wish

Words I'm giving you : Figure, Ice, Rope, End

(What the extracts are from will be noted at the end of the extract.)

Hide

"Silence stretched between the two for several seconds, but the linguist’s drunk brain was completely incapable of providing him with sensible topics of conversation. In fact, it currently only had two desires : either go to bed and sleep, or do something completely inappropriate that he definitely should not even be thinking about, no matter what he thought of the prince’s looks.

He was unfortunately thinking about it very hard when he felt the prince’s hand cup his face and their eyes met for a brief second. Velannen looked away, not fast enough to hide what he’d been thinking, and the next moment he felt the prince’s lips touch his, almost shyly. He inhaled sharply, his hands grabbing the wall behind him, and prince Malvern looked at him questioningly."

– The Festival of Fire (short story starring Velannen and prince Malvern)

Seek

"– You're a revered hero in the empire - no, don't make this face, people love you - and have been a strong influence on people through that, you're also a veteran of the Guild and people seek your advice constantly, and yet. You ate dirt in my garden just a month ago, to see if it made you sick."

– Dirt (a short story starring Nathan and Eleanor)

Blow

The only one I found is something that contains the word blowjob, which I'm not sure i can post. What can I say, sometimes I write nsfw stories. Should compile them up in a single doc sometime.

Wish

"But you are worried, and I shall tell you about my new life here.

It is surprisingly all right. Mind you, I do not like the court nor the people that are part of it, but there’s more to learn than I could ever have imagined. You’d laugh at all the petty fights that go on there - if you wish, I could chronicle some of them to you, when I am certain that my letters are not being read."

– Lumeria's letter to her mother, from a short story starring Lumeria and the Emperor

#tag games #my writing #note. i know i'm late on some other games you tagged me on ? i just cannot recall which currently #i'll do them when i get the time/brain klsdjkdgsdk #find the word #i'm at school lmfao. drafting a blog post while waiting to have a mockup oral exam.#or whatever that might be called in english #more and more I'm thinking of compiling the random bits I write into PDFs and slapping them online for like 5€#or pay what you want #idk

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Heart Map: The IHOP Story (Part Two)

"Oh, he's just a friend..."

Even if by some minor miracle Alexa had told him not to, “just a friend” Robbie needed to make sure that his and her MySpace friends saw their super fun time at his pool that day. To make matters worse, Robbie also felt the need to specifically send me photos of the two of them together DIRECTLY FROM HER PHONE. (Maybe Robbie felt just as threatened by me as I was by him? Yay?) He sent photos of them smiling in their bathing suits together. Photos of them hugging in their bathing suits together. Photos of him kissing her on the cheek in their bathing suits together. She ditched me for this. So her and Robbie could work on their friendship…in their skimpy bathing suits ...together. I quickly responded with some highly inappropriate language back to Alexa on her phone. And for the next two weeks I held off responding when she texted me. (Pretty good, right?) Even I, somehow, had found my limit. I was done. No way. No more Alexa. (My students quickly pointed out that we hadn’t made it to IHOP yet, so this had no chance of working. They inferred correctly! Way to go, kids! Let’s keep going!)

Still holding strong, one evening I invited my friends Jess and Michelle over to hang out in my mom’s backyard and play cards with me. (I also may have been trying to make something happen with Jess. Girls find playing cards attractive, right?)

Everything started smoothly, including Operation Awkwardly Flirt With Jess, until Alexa called me. And I answered. Why? I looked back on this moment and asked myself the same thing. What could have possibly compelled me to answer the phone? I could only come to this. She texted religiously but NEVER called me on the phone. It had to be something important. (Not to mention the general shock of her actually calling me. I panicked and answered.)

“Hello?”

In slurry, disjointed speech. “Hey. So, I know you don’t want to talk to me or whatever. But I’m hanging out with my friend Trey and he’s got me really drunk and he’s trying to take advantage of me. I’m scared. He’s being pushy. I know you’re a good guy and I didn’t know who else to call. I’m hiding right now. Please. Help me.”

“Wait, what? Where are you?”

Click. Call ended.

I called her back multiple times with no answer. I had only one option left. I had to drive to her neighborhood and check on her. I explained the situation to Michelle and Jess. Even though neither one of them fully understood why I HAD to go (me neither), for whatever reason, they agreed to tag along. (Alexa also officially squelched Operation Awkwardly Flirt with Jess due to her latest escapade.) We left my mom’s house in Montgomery at 1:30 in the morning. It typically took approximately 35-40 minutes to drive to Alexa’s house for our hot dates. The three of us had a long night ahead of us, but I had to go...right?

A little after 2AM, crammed into my tiny Accord, we made it to her cul-de-sac. Much to our frustration, we parked next to her house, opaque and undisturbed. It appeared her dead end had been quiet for hours. It had been a long shot she’d even be home since, in her drunken stupor, she never actually said WHERE her and Trey were drinking. But I had nowhere else to go.

“Try calling her, again?” suggested the ever-optimistic Michelle.

Four times. Five times. No answer.

Sadly, I could barely contain my anger. But, seriously, from my experience, what an Alexa thing to do. How Alexa. She calls and tells me she’s in trouble and now I can’t locate or get in touch with her. How Alexa. Actually, thinking about it now, I should have been more concerned than furious...whoops...

Without any signs of life at her house, and nothing but a voicemail from her phone, I practically exhausted all my options. But, I needed to know she was okay. Even with my ongoing frustration, I needed to know. I decided on the only option I had left. I decided to call her house phone. At 2:15 AM. Thus waking up her parents and alerting them to her absence. It would almost certainly get her in ultra-trouble, but I needed someone else to know if I couldn’t contact her.

The phone rang three times before her mom picked up.

“Mmm...hello?”

“Umm...hi Ms. A--. This is Gannon. I’m so sorry to call you this late but, I got a really weird phone call from Alexa earlier and she’s not answering. I just need to know she’s okay.”

“Oh...okay...well I think she’s asleep in her room.”

“Yeah, well, I know you think she’s in her room but...could you please check for me? Sorry, again.” I didn’t mean for it to sound so condescending. But, given the current circumstances, I had an edge towards everyone.

I heard a rustle of sheets and a creaky mattress as her mom rolled out of bed and made her way down the hall to Alexa’s room.

“Gannon, she’s sound asleep in here. I’m looking at her right now.”

“Oh. I see. Okay, then. Well...sorry to bother you so late. Thank you.” She also may have heard a weird crunching sound on the phone from me grinding my teeth together.

“Okay, Gannon. Goodnight.”

Well, great. What a waste of time And we still had the long drive back to Montgomery. Even after two weeks of silence, Alexa had still managed to butcher my night.

We pulled into my mom’s driveway at roughly 3:15 AM. Needless to say, Michelle and Jess did not feel like staying and hanging out. I watched them leave, went inside the efficiency, and passed out.

At 7:18, I woke to the buzz of my phone under my cheek. Alexa. (I specifically remember the time because I couldn’t believe she was awake this early.) In my groggy morning lethargy, I picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey. Listen, I talked to my mom this morning. I’m so sorry for last night.”

“Yeah…”

“I don’t know what happened. But I feel really bad. (That’s odd…) Let me make it up to you. Come pick me up, I’ll take you out to breakfast. IHOP. My treat.”

I have no idea why I agreed to this morning rendezvous. I truly think, by this point, it genuinely intrigued me to hear what had happened the night before. Plus, I wanted to have something justifiable to tell Jess and Michelle, if they ever actually decided to come hang out again. Like how did she go from being taken advantage of by Trey to sound asleep in her bed upstairs all within the course of 30-40 minutes? We all want to know!

I hadn’t changed from the night before so I quickly brushed my teeth and left. I remember little to nothing about the drive to her house, but I do remember her walking out to my Accord.

I incorrectly assumed we both equally shared the hungover effects from last night, so I didn’t make much of an effort to clean myself up. However, at first glance, Alexa looked stunning, like she prepared for another one of our “hot dates”. She wore a bright pink top with skinny jeans, littered with holes in suggestive places. I started already secretly forgiving her, which felt like a typical, discouraging cycle within our relationship. Relationship? Friendship? Acquaintance? Friend request with benefits?

She sat down and I quickly forgot how pissed I wanted to be at her. Until she pulled out her phone. Within ten seconds of driving she had already forgotten her guilt and used her trusty cellphone to ignore actually having a meaningful conversation with me. Now, at this point, I knew Alexa well enough to know that, sadly, she just couldn’t help but text. (Sounds eerily similar to some of my students.) So, even though it annoyed me, I didn’t say anything. As we drove down Research Forest Drive, I tried forcing conversation, even though she was the one trying to prove her remorse. And yet, Alexa only managed grunt responses before continuing to tap on her screen.

After I had cooked WAY BEYOND my boiling point, I testily asked her what she kept doing on her phone.

“Oh, I’m texting my friend, Trey, from last night.”

… … …

I didn’t know what to say. Oh...okay? You mean the guy that supposedly took advantage of you last night and you called me about and made my friends and I drive over to your house at 2 AM for nothing? That guy?

I couldn’t believe it. And, she said it so casually, like she couldn’t comprehend why that would matter to me while I drove her to IHOP to validate her apology. Aside from the “click click” of her fingers on her cellphone, dead silence in the car, even as we pulled into the IHOP parking lot.

We both walked in and the hostess seated up in a booth across from each other. The waiter came with our menus and exchanged some pleasantries with us. He took our drink orders and came back with two waters. He then took our food orders. This whole time, the two of us hadn’t spoken. My back squeaking against the laminate, I fumed. Each little “click” her phone made when her nail pressed a button felt like another turn of the vice around my stomach. This could not be her vapid excuse of an apology. It felt more like an insult than anything. I couldn’t take it.

Even surprising myself, I suddenly snatched the little piece of glowing plastic from her hand and started scrolling. The whole time we’d been together, she hadn’t stopped talking to Trey. The highlights of the conversation consisted of, well, things I can’t specify to my students, and probably shouldn’t specify here. Let’s just say the entire conversation revolved around discussing certain acts they did to each other in their drunken haze. Which she detailed to him via text WHILE SHE ROAD IN THE CAR WITH ME. I should have flipped the table. I should have thrown her phone across the restaurant. But I didn’t. Instead, I steadily closed the phone and set it on the table. I stood up, walked out the front door, hopped into my car, and left.

I didn’t know where to drive. While I considered my options, my phone rang. Who else, but Alexa. I took a deep breath and answered.

“Hello.”

“You’re a f***ing bitch!”

Without skipping a beat, without raising my voice or saying any of the other things I wanted to, and should have said. Without cursing her out or jumping into a giant monologue, I responded with one simple line.

“Well, at least I’m not a bitch stranded at IHOP.”

And I hung up.

My Teachable Moments

With Alexa, I found myself always focused on the crazy-to-hot ratio. If a girl is extremely crazy, they will need to be extremely hot to balance this out. Based on this experience, if you even have to consider the crazy-to-hot ratio, it’s not a good sign. And if you are like me and come up with something like the crazy-to-hot ratio in the first place, you are clearly doing it wrong.

Stand up for yourself. I like to think that half of my problems, and by half I mean most, if not all, of my problems with Alexa stemmed from allowing her to take advantage of me. Had I had enough confidence, I would have cut off the relationship a long time ago and saved myself a lot of headache. Although, I would have missed out on a pretty good story, so I’m torn on this one.

I love emphasizing Alexa’s moments with her cellphone when I tell this story. Far too often, I see my students ignoring one another to play around on their phones. I understand maybe when casually hanging out with someone you see all the time that it’s deemed acceptable to relax and scroll. But on a date, stay off your damn phone. It’s rude.

Oh, and next time, eat at Denny’s.

#education #teaching #students #school #mindset #lifelessons #IHOP #bad dates #covidー19 #covid pandemic #myspace #cringe #awkward #funny

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→ i only write kpop content so please do not follow if you're here to hate on them. i don't write explicit smut (as i am still a minor) however some of my posts contain suggestive sections to them (these are tagged accordingly). I don't reblog anything here but i do reblog works from some awesome authors and your feedback on my side account @sunalt so make sure check it out!

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→ i take requests for headcanons, reactions, drabbles, thoughts, anything really! i may be selective with members and groups depending on who i am most comfortable with writing, however i will do my best to write as many requests as i can. these might take me just days or even months to write - please do not hurry me and be rude about it. i will not write smut or anything that i am uncomfortable with so please check the list below for my absolute nonos! always check if my requests are open before sending one in; this will be stated in either my bio or my pinned post, thank you! though soft thoughts and ideas are always welcome as they do not have the same pressure as requests and won't always be written into actual works!

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→ SMUT; this a sfw blog as i do not feel comfortable posting smut. though i may consider writing vague suggestive ideas.

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𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇𝙎 𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙊 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙎

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Pairing: Bonten! Rindou Haitani x fem!reader, Bonten!Ran Haitani x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS : " 'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead"

" heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned"

What if their first love came back ? What if everything they thought had happened that night was a lie ?

WARNING : +18, Minors DNI. This story will contain explicit smut, heavy scenes as violence, sex work, sex trafficking.

Word count : 11k

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Network- @tokyo-ballroom

CHAPTER : 02

( what is written in bold and italics are flashbacks)

The morning of a snowstorm, ballet of daily life swirls like the snow. Down a small alley, the older man held the girl's hands on his, warming them while her teeth grind from cold.

The snowflakes falling slowly were as pristine as the high school girl's skin, settling on the tip of her nose, she would look at them and giggle from time to time, earning a smile from her older boyfriend.

-" mom must be freaking out, she sure found the letter by now " she winced, thinking about her mother calling every single person she knew to ask about her daughter. She felt guilty for making her worry that way, she loved her more than anything else, she would eventually apologize when she would come back, but for now, she needed to understand that her daughter was old enough to make her own choices, to decide who to love and with whom spending her free time without being scolded like a child.

He stared at the amazing brown eyes of his said girlfriend, no wonder she would be useful, she was truly beautiful. His hand came caressing her cold cheek, and she leaned in his touch, eyes almost forming a heart shape.

Her naivety showed her pure intent, a flying bird with soon broken wings. She just wanted her getaway car, an idyllic youthful love. She trusted, closed her eyes and surrendered herself on the hands of an older man, innocently seeping on his sweet poison he called love, a love he said had no limits, a love age gap and society standards could never tear away from him, he said.

-" She will understand" he reassured, eyeing the end of the alley discreetly as if waiting for something. " You're almost seventeen, Maya. Ain't normal she still treats you like a baby".

To which she nodded wholeheartedly, he messed with her head so much and would keep doing it until she would hit a wall, whispering his devilish lies she has been drinking since months now.

-" Hopefully, she would accept us" she smiled again, squeezing his rougher hand on her soft one. " And hopefully she does it quickly, I don't want to worry her for too long... "

Her chest tightened at the idea of her mother crying for her. She was her only family, grew up without her father who chose to run away and never come back. Her mother tried her best to play both the roles, and as a young mom to raise her child in perfectly adequate conditions. She would be forever grateful for everything she did for her, far be it from her to make her suffer.

-" Honey " he comforted her with his thumb rubbing circles against her cheek. " She will calm down, nothing's ever gonna make her unlove you. In the meantime you'll stay with me, I'll take care of everything, m'kay ?"

-" Uh uh " she nodded again. Snuggling into his arms and feeling his warmth enveloping her.

It would seem inappropriate, illegal, taboo, unacceptable to anyone, but to her, it was her love story, her fairy tale. He had been able to charm her, to show that he was the man who would take care of her better than anyone else, even better than her own father. He had known how to love her and give her the attention she desired, their age difference mattered little to the teenager.

When she looked into his eyes, wrapped in his arms or just when he smiled at her, she felt safe, and loved. She felt mature and important, not the way her mother treated her. The latter reacted so bad when she learned her daughter was seeing an eighth years older man that she literally grounded her for weeks, prevented her from seeing him or contacting him, but little did she knew all of this only made her wanting him even more, until he succeeded into convincing her to run away with him, just a small amount of time though, just the time her mother needed to figure out that her daughter could eventually live and take care of herself all alone.

One thing led to another and she found herself there, in that dark alley during early morning with her first love, watching his eyes growing more and more relieved, to her misunderstanding.

By the moment she was going to ask him about it, she was interrupted by the sound of an engine coming from the back of the alley, and they both turned towards the black Suv with tinted windows that seemed to be moving towards them at full speed.

Maya didn't have enough time to comprehend anything, in less than thirteen seconds, the car stopped at a close distance from them and both the front doors opened at the same time, revealing two tall and broad japanese men.

Her heart skipped several beats when she saw them starting to walk their way, she nuzzled into her lover's arms even more and looked at him with fear in her eyes, lower lip trembling and body shaking slightly.

-" They coming toward us ?" She asked, feeling her voice shaking and her feet giving away little by little, she was met by a kiss he placed on her forehead, Maya frowned even more when she saw the small reassuring smile on Ono's lips.

-" Yes. Yes baby, they're coming your way".

Her thoughts raced while trying to make sense of the situation, she withdrew from his arms to look into his eyes, but soon her body stiffened when she felt two hands grabbing both her arms from behind, and found herself pressed against a hard texture.

She felt her heart starting to beat even faster, her eyes widened while watching Ono's body standing still, and though confusion was making it hard for her to understand anything, she figured out how frightened she was right now, if not for the two men holding her from behind, her knees would have met the ground.

Her brown eyes stared in shock into her boyfriend's ones, searching for her words but nothing could come out. Her throat was burning like hell, and her tongue felt heavy, sweat started rolling down her forehead and tears formed in her eyes.

-" Ono... What's happening ? Who are they ?" She saw him looking at the men behind her, then shifting his eyes from them to stare at her again, she grew impatient, senseless suspicions blurring her mind, and shouted louder. " Ono please ! Please help me ! Ono-"

Suddenly, every word her mother had said made more sense, every warning of her best friend was understandable, every newspaper article of kidnapping sounded more realistic. Suddenly, too late unfortunately, she understood how naive she has been, and she swore she had seen her life flashing before her eyes when he uttered those words that made no sense, yet made her world shatter in pieces.

-" I'm sorry, sweetheart" his reassuring smile never left his thin lips, dark eyes glued on the teenager with his hands on his pockets. " I really, really am sorry".

-" No. No you're not."

The four of them startled at the sound of the new voice in the alley, and just when they all turned toward you, you caught the perfect moment to throw the airsoft grenade right in the middle of their gathering, the three criminals were confused for half a second before they turned to try to run away, but it was already too late and the gas had invaded the air all around.

Both the taller men fell to the ground, being the closest ones to the grenade, they started suffocating, hands on their chests while their heart felt like it was about to explode. As if for Ono, that one leaned against the wall with one hand, coughing hardly, eyes squinting and mind buzzing with thoughts. He tried and tried to understand what happened but everytime he would try to catch his breath, his lungs burned violently, his heart ached like it was about to stop beating, and his eyes wouldn't stop shedding tears.

You took advantage of the situation to get closer to Maya, who by the way also fell to the ground after inhaling the Sarin gas. You immediately squatted in front of her and took out the syringe you prepared so carefully for her, then grabbed her forearm and searched for a vein quickly, before planting it under her skin and injecting the antidote, atropine to the teenager.

By the time you were done, you saw Ono crashing on the ground, coughing blood and squeezing his chest with teary eyes, you couldn't even hear his cries and screams from how they were muffled, probably because of his burning throat or the mask gas you were wearing.

Checking quickly the girl's pulse, you sighed from relief when you felt her heart starting to beat more regularly than before, and decided it was now or never for you to talk to him, to finally speak to one of the main men who ruined your life.

You stood up, devils on your shoulders. This morning was cold, and you lacked a coat, but fury and fire you had in equal measure.

Head held high, worse, so worse than the monsters you've ever heard before about their vandalism. Riding an invisible black stallion, poisonous Sarin gas surrounding your body while you moved toward him, you couldn't ignore how the fear you could see in his eyes galvanized you, how it fed your every need of revenge, every hatred you had toward him.

Your hands were shaking, his face, it was the first one you saw when the nightmare started, but in order to achieve your goal, you had to postpone your body's reactions until later and engulf into the numbness of the current moment.

You squatted, grabbed his dark hair with one hand and raised his face so he looked at you, well, at your gas mask. His pupils were already dilated, and he could only take small breaths now, his entire body refused to move, even his fingers couldn't do the slightest twitch, prisoner, a puppet on your string.

How funny, how the tables turned. Now he was the one lying down, he was the one suffocating, shameful. He was the very scared one, and you were the assaulter.

-" remember me ?" Your smile widened under your mask, seeing his eyes narrowing hardly. " One of the so many faces you raped, and hit " a laugher left your mouth, he sure started to understand he was dealing with the infamous vigilante, that one everybody started to call the hunter.

Seeing his face so desperate felt awfully great, and you couldn't deny yourself that pleasure, the feeling of power it brought.

A god. You felt like a god.

Justice was finally taking its full meaning after all these years, and the seventeen years old inside you could rest in peace, the grown up woman would take the lead now, unfortunately that one trade her soul and heart for revenge, to burn the indignation, nothing could stop you from making them regret what they did to you. And if your human's morality got in the way of your purge, you would tear that last remaining humanity from your skin without any hesitation.

-" Well, you can only rely on my voice" you winced, gesturing to your gas mask. " Sorry, I don't plan on dying any sooner" you shrugged. But when you saw his eyes starting to shift from you slowly, getting lost somewhere because of the pain in his chest and his silent whimpers, you tugged at his hair more fiercely, forcing him to keep his attention on you.

-" I'm talking to you. Do you recognize my voice, or not ?"

Confusion seemed to paint his face for some seconds, the Sarin gas intoxication and the cerebral hypoxia that came with it made it hard to think. Yet, when his eyes widened the best he could, and his limp body stiffened in your arms, you couldn't help but smile even wider.

He remembered now.

You were hearing his footsteps moving away, and wondered how long this fight was gonna last again. The night was cold on your bruised naked body, the ground was harsh and rough under you, and everything was painful, every breath you took, every blink of an eye, you would wait for the deliverance.

It was dark, and awfully hard to keep your swollen eyes open. Your lips tasted the metallic taste pouring from your broken nose, his fingerprints were all over your body, a body covered with scars, and a beautiful sharp blade.

You could still feel him on you, silent tears won't stop falling, you wanted him to stop, but he already did.

Meat, that's what you were. On the menu, but not at the table. Once again, the stray animal has won, the one they called the man. He feasts on your flesh and the pleasure it carries. He murdered your soul, and you begged the god silently to do the same for your body, but it suddenly turned too strong to die from everything it succumbed. It rather chose to stay alive, to feel the emptiness on your chest, the dirt you knew all the soap of the world could not remove from your skin, it chose to stay alive and endure the pain on your body, the shame on your mind.

Daddy's princess has been thrown to the wolves, abandoned after they devoured her innocence and left for dead in the middle of the forest now. It lasted five minutes for him, a lifetime for you.

What was wrong with you ? Why did you kept surviving with bullets on your lungs and knife marks etched on your back ?

Why were you still breathing when you thought you already died under his grip ?

At first, you panicked. You fiddled around to try and make him let go, under his weight you were powerless, alone, and helpless.

You felt the pressure on your throat, and tried to scream for help but not even you could save yourself. Then you lost your voice, the pressure left you no choice.

You stopped moving, you stopped trying, the tears silent on your face, oh and his devilish look you tried to erase, to forget about, but you couldn't even close your eyes, just watched him ripping the life out of your soul, stripping your body off your innocence.

And you wanted to catch your last breath, you wanted it all to end, projected yourself out of this space of time. Each thrust burned your body from inside, yet you only felt the cold ground and the freezing night, it helped soothing, numbing your senses, the cold was your friend in there.

You hated yourself on the wet soil, learned to be disgusted by your body on that wet soil, to feel sorry for your mind. You learned fear from that night, learned how nightmares tasted and watched how lives got ruined. And finally closed your eyes as you started seeing dark dancing spots here and there in front of you, relaxed every muscle of yours and stopped breathing, yearning for the void and the numbness.

But your eyes opened wide again when you heard other footsteps coming toward you, men footsteps. A new fear overwhelmed you again, and your almost dead body started shaking violently, rebellious against whatever treatment it was about to experience again.

The men won't stop coming, your mind whispered, intoxicated by the fight or flight.

The men won't stop coming, and it frightened you.

-" It... " He struggled to get the words out, eyes wide open as he analyzed your upper half, all he could see from you. " C-can't be, I..."

-" You killed me yourself ?" You offered, sucking your teeth while looking at the suffocated two men in the middle of the alley. " I survived 'cause the fire inside me burned brighter than the hell you put me through".

His lower lip was shaking, your voice didn't changed, but it grew up, just like you. Back then, you were just another name on his long list, now it was his name on your blacklist. The gas started invading his central nervous system, he knew it was already too late for him, that he would be dead by the time you finished whatever speech you were aiming to. He saw his life flashing before his eyes, everything he had done, to you and hundred other young girls was the last thing he would see before he definitely lefts the world.

Ono was one of the highest executives of La Compagnie. He wasn't a politician, just a rather talented and charming thug whose goal was to attract and tame the preys. His job was either to charm emotionally fragile teenage girls into forced prostitution, or to spot and trap tourists and later orchestrate their kidnapping.

He has been working for you father for years, has been pretty useful for their pockets and was the one who ruined your life back then. Having him under your grip that way was euphoric, you didn't even felt the guilt you experienced during the two previous murders, no. You were just so proud of yourself, so satisfied with the fear you saw in his eyes that you were not satiated yet, you even wanted him to last a little bit longer, to extend the moment so far.

-" did the cat stole your tongue Ono ? Used to run it so fucking much back then." You watched him trying to speak through his dry throat, his skin was now peeled off and burned and damaged everywhere, the blood vessels on his eyes prominent, you were sure his lungs were ulcerated by now.

-" rot in hell, f... Fucking whore !"

-" Honey, I just came back from there." You pouted.

Tilting your head to the side, your grabbed his hair more tightly and suddenly smashed his face on the ground, earning a muffled cry from him. How annoying, you found him too whiney for someone who was so used to inflict pain everywhere around him.

You silently watched the blood dripping out of his nose and sighed, you had enough, by now, his vocal cords were all burned and he couldn't speak anymore, you had better things to do anyway.

Deciding it was time for you to leave, you lifted his head until his eyes were at the level of yours again, they were watering, silently begging, it really was an intoxicating sight.

-" I would've told you to rest in peace, but I heard wicked get no rest".

Those were the last words you said before finally letting his head drop on the floor, his occipital lobe undergoing a fatal shock that finally put an end to his suffering. He deserved worse, much worse. But you couldn't let your violence consume you, no, this had to be the perfect crime and for that you had to control your emotions.

Looking one last time at the man who haunted your nightmares for the last four years, his blood under your leather boots, you saw the reflexion of something bigger, of someone greater. It was a new day, a new life, it was the hunt, and you were the hunter now. Tables have turned, and the lamb became the wolf, three of them already, only six more names, and your hunger would be satisfied, and your life would have a meaning again.

You stood up, sighing tiredly and walking to where the young girl was lying down, squatted next to her and grabbed her waist with two hands before lifting her body and placing it on your shoulder. You silently thanked your past self for all those weight lifting and trainings, otherwise, you would be struggling way more now.

She was alive, and intact. Sure she would suffer a lot of trust issues, but it won't kill her, it would only make her stronger. You just hoped she wouldn't turn into a beast just as you.

And you left the alley discreetly toward your car, leaving behind you another macabre scene that the press would soon discover, as well as your father.

He would never suspect you, not even in hell he would imagine you were still there, alive and tougher than ever. It worked to your advantage, you had all the cards in your hand now, another crime inside his organization and he still had no idea about who did this. The tracks are blurred, he has so many enemies that by the time it would take him to find out who you are, you'd already have your gun pointed at him.

This is it. This is the hunt.

•••

Finally, some time for himself. Ran crashed on his armchair, sighing from relief because of the pain in his hamstring. It has been an exhausting day, or maybe more as an exhausting week.

Him and his brother had to redouble their efforts, since they were in charge of brothels all around the city, the responsibility of getting back to the first place was theirs. Moreover, they were always following the trail of the mysterious vigilante, but each time, it was not leading to anything.

As a result, they were all a bit on edge, as their boss was giving them a hard time to find the identity of the anonymous killer. Especially since the vigilante had recently struck again, eliminating this time three of the lower ranked members of La Compagnie.

He still was into bold moves, once again attacking in the daylight, in one of Tokyo's alley's and managed to kill three men on his own, intoxicated by Sarin gas. This detail in itself is disturbing since it is not easy to get such a chemical weapon, which means that in addition to being gifted, this person is also well equipped.

So they worked day and night and that still wasn't enough, and Ran as someone who needed at least ten hours of sleep a day could do nothing but to take small breaks every now and then, just as he was doing now.

His armchair was facing the huge floor to ceiling window, the fireplace at the end of the room gave a cosy atmosphere and he poured himself a glass of his single malt scotch, sipping the drink and enjoying the silence around.

Though it was still early winter, outside everything was white . Snow came early this year, he stared at the landscape absent-mindedly and he could not stop his thoughts from wandering around the last time he actually took the time to take a break, breathe, and watch the snow falling.

It was in the middle of February, lacy flakes were drifting out of the sky and slowly turning the landscape white. Roofs, cars and walkways were covered with thick layers of white, from outside he could hear the sound of children playing snowball fights, building snowman and forts, inside, all he could hear was the crackling of the fireplace.

Unlike outside, it was warm in the living room. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, leaning against the table and working on rolling the joints under two pairs of eyes, one impatient, another unbothered.

He could hardly hold his smile at the way your doe like eyes watched every move he made with so much fascination. To not make it weird, he focused on his task but all he wanted to do was to stare at your face, the dancing flames on the fireplace reflected in your hues, lightening even more your eye color, you were biting on your lower lip anxiously, waiting for him to be done, sitting in the middle of the sofa just between him and his brother, and you looked drop dead gorgeous.

He couldn't tell if you were aware of it or not, but to both him and his brother, it was obvious things just didn't stayed the same since your childhood. All of you grew up, and above all you as a lady grew up, your body changed, your voice changed, and even before they could realize it, both of them found themselves yearning for more than just a childhood friendship.

The situation between you three could sometimes be ambiguous, you sure noticed it. But you never talked it through, both him and Rindou never admitted they wanted more than just to be called as your best friends, and it was the main reason why each one of them was reluctant to confess, neither Ran nor Rindou wanted to ruin things. If they both confessed, you sure would be chosing one of them and the other would be left alone, the trio would so little by little shatter.

Therefore they just kept the secret, taking what you would give them and pretending they were satisfied with it, all that mattered in the end was that you were around both of them, and no one else.

-" are you done yet ?" You whine, rolling your eyes at the focused face he was doing. Rindou looked at you with a small smirk on his face, mocking your impatience while Ran just ignored you.

-" it usually does not take you so much time when you do it with your friends " you emphasized the word friends, making sure he understood what you meant and grunt discreetly when you noticed he still ignored you.

You have been begging them for trying drugs for like months before they finally agreed, you just couldn't stand the fact that there were things they did with their other friends that they didn't with you. You were jealous, in fact, you always has been since they came out of juvie and found themselves new older and cooler friends. You were scared they might get bored of you and leave you, so you decided to do anything it takes to become as cool as the other guys they hang out with.

-" If I didn't waited for you, I'd be already high by now " you pouted, and immediately felt a tightness on your cheeks, turning your head toward the blonde haired man with blue highlights.

-" Did I gave you the permission to do that ?" Rindou asked, squeezing your cheeks, Ran simply threw a glance over his shoulders at both of you and kept on rolling the joints.

-" Did I ever said I needed your permission?" You articulated the best you could with his grip on your cheeks. You saw his lavender eyes darkening, and held yourself from gulping down, you always had to run your mouth so much, you even wondered how in hell they still managed to stand you.

Rindou wasn't mean, far from it. He was your best friend, and even more, though you tried to not pay attention to the way your heart raced with the slightest touch of him. He appeared to be rude sometimes, but it was most of the times when it was about your safety, and considering the event that occured at their last party, they were even more possessive with you.

The look on his eyes never failed to scare you, even when you knew he would never hurt you, but just having the infamous Haitani Rindou glaring at you in such a way emptied you of all your courage.

-" Uh uh, Love. Do I look like messing around ? Do I look like I won't punish you ?" He asked tilting his head to the side with a low dangerous tone of voice, this time, you decided to stay quiet and only shake your head, to which you were rewarded by a satisfied nod from him before he let go of your face.

- " Look at me." Ran commanded, eyes still on the table in front of him. You did as he said, turning to look at him and watching the neutral expression on his face.

-" let's get one thing straight now. Y'ain't having any of these shits unless one of us is around ya. Yeah ?"

And if Rindou could be scary, Ran was frightening. His unapologetic tone left no room for refusing, you already saw what they were capable of doing when other people refused to follow their orders and seriously didn't plan to get in trouble with one of them any sooner, so you mumbled a small " yes", as he finally straightened his back, turning to look at both of you.

-" c'mere, my lap. Now" he patted his leg, gesturing you to sit on his lap. It was rather somehow new to you, they both started wanting you to sit on their laps in public when someone's eyes would linger way too long on you, and even though It was uncommon, you appreciated their protective gestures toward you.

You moved from your seat to his lap, sitting on his right leg and turning your body so you could look at both him and Rindou, the latter got closer to both of you and leaned over the table to grab one of the joints and a lighter.

Ran placed his hands on your waist, keeping you steady on his lap. He fought the urge to get even closer and inhale your scent, having you on his lap that way was already driving him crazy, making him crave your touch more and more with each second, sometimes his own need for you annoyed him, he really wanted anything but to scare you or ruin everything.

He drank on your fine features while you were eyeing the youngest Haitani who brought the joint to his mouth and lit it up, you narrowed your eyes, silently blaming him for teasing you with a slight smirk, then Ran brought your attention to him.

-" there you go, angel. Tell daddy what you want from him ".

You felt your cheeks heating, as much for the way he talked as for his eyes never leaving yours.

At this proximity, you could feel his minty breath on your cheek, feel his gaze burning your soul.

Sometimes you didn't even understand yourself, some days you felt things for Ran that you had never felt before, other ones you couldn't take your eyes off of Rindou. You sure loved them platonically, as for the friends you knew since elementary school, but as you all grew up things started changing and you discovered yourself some needs you never thought about before.

-" hand me the joint, please " you asked, never removing your eyes from his, and you guessed you might have asked nicely since he shifted his eyes from you to his brother who nodded and came in closer, taking the joint from between his lips and starting to slowly direct it to your lips.

-" Open up, baby " Rindou commanded with a husky voice due to the smoke in his throat , you smiled a little bit as you parted your lips open, and his thumb and index finger places the joint between your lips.

-" take it slowly f'me, 'kay ?"

They both watched as you followed his command carefully, swallowing the smoke in a slow pace, and taking the time to feel it burning your throat. It was a whole new feeling, excitement was easily spotted on your face and made both of them look at each other mockingly.

- " That's some good fucking girl " Rindou took back the joint from you, handing it to his brother, the latter took it with one hand while the other wrapped around your waist and pressed your back against his torso, you immediately leaned in his touch, threw your head back to start feeling the difference.

-" Now you gonna close your eyes. Be a good girl, and daddy's gon' give it all t'ya, hm ?"

You behave, craving the unprecedented taste of the smoke once again, waiting until he decided you could take another drag once again.

And they were both too weak for that submissive side of you, when you wouldn't act as a brat, they would give you whatever you wanted, and they did, letting you smoke until you experienced you first high, and unfortunately dragged them along with you.

After that Ran couldn't recall how things went from you three smoking and chilling in the living room to finding yourselves all outside, covered with snow.

It was threading through the trees to frost branches and bushes, there were barely any footsteps making paths in the fresh snow besides yours three, he remembered Rindou catching you while you tried for some reason to run away, and for an unknown reason he was standing a few steps away from you two and was sticking his tongue out catching the snowflakes, trying to taste the ozone flavor through his numb taste buds.

-" Okay, let's see how high you are. D'ya know where you are ?"

-" With. You" you laughed faintly after taping Rindou's nose with your finger, that one growled in frustration, he couldn't tell if he actually was happy he has been the one to smoke the less or not.

-" do you know who the president is ?" He asked again, maintaining you on place with his hands on your shoulders while your tried to free yourself from his grip but failed because of your laughter which wouldn't stop.

-" I wish I didn't" he rolled his eyes, such a smart mouth even when you were flying.

-" What a drag" he sighed, looking toward Ran's direction as that one watched the sunlight seeping through the clouds. " Think we should push her over the lake ?"

-" Nah, it's frozen" he laughed and you followed him through it. Finally being able to free yourself from Rindou's grip, you lifted your head toward the sky and you swore everything you saw was in slow motion. The marijuana got you staring at the snowflakes falling from the clouds, hands flat to catch them and head thrown back with a silly smile.

Rindou's heart skipped a beat when he turned his attention back to you. He would say you were a mess and he would say you were a masterpiece. An ever evolving work of art.

Your hair was blowing in the icy wind, surrounding your face so well designed and emphasizing your carefree expression. Your eyelashes were wet and encircled your big eyes, the tip of your nose and your cheeks were red from the cold and your lips were shining from the flakes that had settled on them. It was obvious they already knew a lot of girls, they had the reputation of never sticking out too long around the same chick, therefore they saw, met and had many beautiful partners during their parties but when it came to you, things were different. You just were too precious to be seen that way, too good to be treated that way, and you had your own way of beautiful, raw and untouched.

Just as food, water and air every cell of him was craving intimacy and connection with you, he kept postponing it and tried forgetting about it everytime but it always ended up coming back, and stronger than before, but never as strong as that day. Rindou couldn't just take his eyes off of your lips, though his throat felt dry like a thirsty man in the desert, his mouth watered and his slightly dizzy mind couldn't comprehend why he was holding himself so much, one time wouldn't hurt, right ? He would have been anxious about whether you would decline it or not, but being high numbed all his rational thoughts.

-" Watch this !" You uttered way too excited about the snowflake that didn't already melt on your hands, he swore the sparkle in your eyes made him forget about anything, even about his brother watching from behind as he found the strength to come closer than you, placing his hands on your waist.

Your smile faltered a little bit, tilting your head to question his intentions silently, Ran's attention was brought to both of you.

-" I'd rather taste it " wisteria rings fell on your lips, you followed his gaze and licked them discreetly, making him only craving it more. " Yeah ? Gon' lemme have your pretty lips on mine ?"

You couldn't tell from where your courage came, surely because of the drugs but you ignored the throbbing of your heart and started closing hesitantly the distance between the two of you. Taking it as a sign, Rindou did the rest and leaned in closer to finally collect your lips, there he lastly experienced the real high, the addiction.

He liked how soft you were, and how light you tasted. He liked how his lips moved so perfectly against yours, and the way his chest bloomed as if what was around was spring and not the icy winter. Though he kissed before, sensually, more explicitly, this one was nothing out of intensity, so much he had to let out a groan in your mouth that vibrated through your core.

Breathless, you withdrew from the kiss and couldn't help the smile on your face, Rindou rather chose to not open his eyes yet, keeping them closed a little more to not lose the tingling sensation yet.

Talking about tingling, Ran was in a whole different state few steps away. His eyes immediately darkened and his body stiffened when his brother's lips touched yours, he had to hold himself from coming closer and dragging him by the collar as far as he could from you.

He always had the things first. He was the elder, if they both wanted something, he would have it then leave it to his brother, the same goes to the girls they slept with. He had no issue doing that, happy to provide his brother everything he needed but for the first time he felt betrayal and jealousy because Rindou had something before him. And to not help, the only one he didn't wanted to share, he found it unfair and felt his high coming down too quickly, no matter how much he smoked his anger had the best of him.

He cleared his throat, making you startle and making Rindou turn to look at him with a weary expression on his face. Ran gritted his teeth, wasn't it enough for him to have stolen what he knew was your first kiss? Now he also threw death glares at him ?

He loved him, god knew it but never had he ever wanted to smash his face against a rough surface this much before.

-" I'm literally right here " he scoffed, making sure to look at both of you with the most contemptuous look he had in store. You frowned, separating from Rindou's grip and making few steps toward Ran while his eyes scanned your form neutrally, hands on his pockets.

-" What's the matter ?"

Rindou watched you asking his brother with a smirk on his face, he probably shouldn't be so happy about it but he indeed was.

-" just want to be told when I'm the fucking odd man out".

Your lips parted from surprise, then a giggle followed and Ran frowned even more, feeling ashamed.

-" What's so funny now ?"

-" Oh, just didn't took you for the jealous type " you teased, eyes sparkling with mischief, making another step toward him.

-" I'm not " he scoffed in denial, but stiffened when you made a last step toward him and felt your cold hand against his cheek.

-" Oh, I get it then you could do without it, a kiss from me, hm ?"

He was subjugated for a moment. Was marijuana giving you wings or was it just revealing your true personality? In any case, the way you looked at him with a smirk on your face made his heart beat faster.

-" Did I ever said this ?" He couldn't help but let the anger he felt just before slip away when your smile widened,maybe it's the way you flashed your white beautiful teeth, or maybe it's the way your eyes trailed to his lips, but he actually let you get closer to him, cupping his face with both of your hands.

Then, your lips were on his, cold from the snow but unbelievably soft. They moved shyly against his, clearly you weren't as experienced as him but you didn't needed any experience when your lips tasted like literal heaven to him.

He stood there in shock, confusion and even wondering how he managed to kiss you back when so much thoughts were running through his mind. He craved nothing but to hold you closer, to crash you against his body and take the lead of that clumsy kiss to show you how hungry of you he has been since years now, but the last thing he wanted was to appear as a touch starved boy to you.

You would never have done this if you were actually sober, that was a fact. The thought of kissing both the brothers in front of each other would have made you go as red as a tomato usually, the marijuana got you in such an euphoric state that it took off all your inhibitions, you wished nothing more but to remember it the next day though.

When you let go of his lips, a dreamy smile on your face, you licked yours to have his cigarette's taste linger on your tongue a little longer, and you missed it, you didn't even heard it, but it wasn't a bad thing since he whispered it more to himself than to you.

-" And suddenly I'm on my fucking knees " he grumbled, eyes stuck on the way you licked your lips after the kiss. His hands came quickly pulling your face closer again, placing another short kiss on your lips.

-" the things you have no fucking clue I'd do f'ya" he mumbled against your mouth, and for a moment you were left out of words, then suddenly startled because of another grip pulling your waist away from Ran.

-" what the-"

-" you had enough fun. Time to get'ya home " Rindou's voice was authoritative, you looked up at him only to find him glaring at his brother, not paying a single attention to you.

The other one was doing the exact same things, you wondered if it was a brother's thing because it all seemed like they were sharing their thoughts silently, while you were just there like a puppet stuck between them.

This was starting to become a problem, and Ran knew it. It was important to fix it before it got out of hand, because with both of their characters, it could go far. Besides, now that you'd kissed them both, things were about to get a lot more serious, they both knew that when you would go home that night, they'd have to talk.

A decisive one.

Ran placed his empty glass on the table next to him, just to start rubbing his eyes tiredly. The last thing he needed now was to remember the past and to remember you. He usually had no problem living with the ghost of you, it even kept him grounded and was necessary so he won't forget where he came from and where he belonged to. But these days, he thought about it just too much, it was starting to became unbearable.

How funny, when he remembered he was the one who suggested to start moving on.

-" So you're telling me we're all busting our ass on work while you're here chilling like a Don Corleone?"

He didn't even heard Rindou opening the door and slipping inside, he looked at him with the corner of his eye while that one walked toward him and stood up in his vision's field, hands on his pockets.

Rindou looked just as tired as him, his shirt was nothing but wrinkled, sleeves rolled up and first buttons undone, his hair was a little bit messy and his dark circles were highlighted by the amethyst color of his eyes. From the face he was making, Ran knew he wasn't going to be pleasant.

-" Does it look like it?" He smirked, pouring himself another drink.

Rindou growled from frustration, he didn't take him seriously at all as usual, and he was definitely not in the mood to put up with his brother's defiant nature, especially after the all-nighter he just had.

-" don't you asshole get the seriousness of the situation ?" He leaned against the window, taking out a cigarette and a lighter before placing it between his lips, watching as his brother still had his eyes glued on the landscape and not granting him a single look.

-" Hm, is that so "

He knew he shouldn't be teasing the anger out of Rindou that way, he just couldn't help it since it was so funny for him to see his brother getting irritated over the smallest things, it has been so much since he had some fun after all.

-" You know what ?" He started, exhaling his smoke. " Hope Mikey's gon' activate his dark impulse on you ".

-" Guess I'll see you in hell, then " Rindou rolled his eyes. " Keep rolling them eyes, might find a brain somewhere back there ".

-" Midlife crisis I see " he scoffed, satisfied to earn a frown from his brother just like everytime he talked about his age.

-" I'll let you know that I'm in the prime of my life".

-" hm, is that so ?" He mimicked Ran.

-" I'll give you this one" The elder admitted in a snort, his eyes redirected again to the snow outside, his brother followed his gaze and took another drag.

-" I think... She would've liked dating both of us " Rindou's body stiffened after what Ran has said, he was confused at first, then he quickly connected the dots and understood what he was referring to.

He exhaled the smoke and turned his back at his brother to face the landscape completely, it was understandable that he thought about that day now, it was just as snowy and cold. You left right before it started getting dark, and they both talked it through. They admitted both wanting you, more than just a friendship, and after some arguing, Ran came up with the idea.

They both shared everything since they were born, the same parents, the clothes, the food, the toys, the friends, even the flings, and it always worked perfectly, why wouldn't it this time ? Except for that matter, they both were extremely hell bent on making it last, keeping you with them as long as possible, and Ran offered to just let you decide, whether you would accept taking both of them as your boyfriends or preferred to only pick one.

The idea didn't seem that bad, they could both win, or one of them could be the winner, in either way they would stop throwing death glares at each other everytime you were close to one of them, so they ended up concluding it was the right time to confess, and they honestly were bastards because they knew you would never risk losing what you had with them.

Then they came to an agreement, the next day, when you would show up at their place just as always, they would suggest you to push the friendship a little further, convincing you that it would be a great idea to have your so trusted best friends as your first boyfriends, hopefully you would accept, hopefully they would finally be able to claim you theirs and they had honestly no intention to let you go after that.

If only they knew it was the last time they would've seen you, they would've kissed you longer , held you tighter, Rindou swore he would've locked you inside forever, but fate was faster to steal you from them.

-" I'd never forget that " Ran added with his eyes lost somewhere, Rindou just clenched his jaw.

-" I'd never forget how her face appeared on the TV the next day" he admitted, making his brother's smile falter.

-" excuse me for looking on the brighter side " the elder scoffed, and to be honest he preferred to hold on the pleasant memories rather than holding on his anger and sorrow, just like the other one was doing, no matter if he couldn't understand it.

-" memories are only there to make you bleed. " He walked over to the table near the armchair, threw his cigarette in the ashtray near the alcohol bottle before looking at his brother one last time. " Get your ass back to work and shove it aside. Don't lose your shit now ".

He then nonchalantly turned around, hands in his pockets and headed for the exit, returning to work and Ran drank his scotch straight before standing up and stretching his arms lazily.

-" There's nothing left to lose anyway".

•••

-" Can I come in ?" The blonde's head appeared through the half-open door, your heart immediately warmed at the sight of his cozy smile.

-" Sure" you smiled back, making some place for him on the sofa you were sitting on. He entered your room and came closer to sit next to you, throwing a glance at the Tv show you were watching with your clothes still on.

-" won't you have a little ?" You point to the bottle of wine on the coffee table, and lightly move the glass in your hand, he turns his head slightly towards you and shakes it politely.

-" No way, it's too late ".

You scoffed, it was barely nine in the evening, but judging his outfit, being jogging pants and a tank top, you understood that he was about to go to bed.

-" You old fart should be sleeping by now " you teased and heard his slight laughter right after, making you smile and look back at the Tv. He really was the only one to remind you that you could still function like a human being, smile and laugh, actually feel things. In your loneliness, he managed to shine through your darkness, if he hasn't been there, you sure would have turned into something more inhuman than the ones you were hunting down.

-" it's in my plans, I just came to ask how you were doing ".

Your smile faltered slightly, licking your lips, you refused to look into his eyes.

-" I'm okay " you still could feel his eyes on you.

-" It's okay not to be, you know it right ?"

He turned fully towards you and placed his elbow on the back of the couch before resting his chin on his palm, your hand tightened slightly around your glass but you preferred to ignore his question.

-" I don't know a single one who would be okay. "

-" But I am, really " you insist.

-" and good for you, just wanted to make sure you knew you have the right to feel overwhelmed, and to feel so many things at once ".

You finally found it in you to turn your head and look at his green eyes, curling a small smile.

-" I only feel satisfied, he deserved it. That's what he gets for ruining my life".

He stopped himself from wincing at the nonchalant way you said it. You made it look like it was easy, but he knew it was not, it haunted you for years and today you looked at the face that took everything from you dead in the eyes.

You were very secretive when it came to your emotions, he knew that. It was avoidance and projection, you were ignoring the demons inside your head to chase the ones walking the earth, it was unhealthy and he wasn't going to ignore them just as you did.

- " He's not the only one in there" he watched you tilt your head questioningly, ran his hand through his hair and tried to find the right words. " Did I ever apologized ?"

-" You-"

-" I'm so " He struggled. " That night... I could, I mean if I made it to you a little earlier-"

-" Conor, stop " your stern voice cut him off, he closed his eyes for a second and sighed, hoping he didn't just made a mistake.

-" I'm sorry, I just-"

-" I was a collateral damage, you gave me a reason to keep going with my life".

His eyes sparkled in the dark living room, you knew he saw you as her, you were okay with being his redemption, if it could make him feel better, you wanted him to understand that he didn't failed you, and he didn't failed her. You learned long ago that as cruel as it was, some things can't just be avoided, no way you would let him believe he was to blame in there.

-" You, me, what we're doing" you made a circle with your hands in the air. " She would've been proud of you ".

You smiled because he gulped down and shifted his eyes from you, affected by seeing him so vulnerable.

Conor was your anchor, to you he was no more than your guardian angel, you always believed that he was sent by god himself to you.

Back then, when you were no more than a dirty used cloth, a piece of sliced meat abandoned in the woods by your father's wolves, you froze when you heard footsteps coming closer to you. Paralyzed, you couldn't even move, your tears trickled down your cheeks as a desperate plead for your limbs to start working but the trauma triggered you so much it weakened your muscles, therefore you were forced fo stay there, silently crying and begging for the death while refusing to look at the shadow getting closer to you on the ground.

The footsteps were coming closer,the men won't stop coming and you were petrified. Then you didn't comprehend anything when the shadow crouched beside you, you couldn't quite flinch or react other than closing your eyes and whimpering painfully, you couldn't see how he hesitated to touch you, to lift your body or to even speak to you. He never saw something as horrific in years of working as a government agent. They really hadn't spared your body, and his throat tightened at the thought of coming in too late.

Somehow, he managed to soothe your fear, stayed at a considerable distance from you waiting for help to arrive. Through your fear, you were confused as for why he helped you, why he stayed at the hospital after that, and as for why he refused to let you call your father when you woke up.

You never understood why he held you in his arms when you were crying, after he explained everything, explained your father's involvement in what you thought was just a hazardous malfeasance. You refused to believe him, that unknown American man who was telling you the one who raised you wanted to get rid of you, pushed him away and yelled at him to call your father, yet you were left speechless when he talked about Hiroto Mori's dirty secrets that you recently discovered, about the evidence's record you build that no one but you and your housekeeper, Esmeralda knew about.

Equipped with his government agent's badge, he explained to you why the American government decided to get involved in this affair which, at first sight, did not seem to concern them in any way.

Their squad was tasked with investigating numerous disappearances of American tourists on trips to Japan with a female prevalence, several years of investigation and all the evidences seemed to lead to one establishment, specifically your father's hotel. He revealed that they had been bugging your house for quite some time, and brought irrefutable proof of his claims.

Your dear cousin and dad's right hand man, Ichiro Mori was the one to discover what you were planning to do with the evidences you gathered and reveal it to your dad, who found a drastical way to shut you up.

Make it look real, he told his man, Ono. A girl walking home alone, in the dark, no wonder she got assaulted.

Those were his words, the implicit message he send to his man, the cruelty of the human being got him bargaining his own blood for money and greed. You stayed in denial for hours, staring at the void and failing to realize what happened, and what was left for you to do.

They tried to kill you once, Conor made it clear that if they knew you survived, they will hunt you down even more because you became a threat, you knew too much. In the blink of an eye, your whole life collapsed, everything you had was stolen and you found yourself accepting the offer of the American government, offering them your services and selling them your informations ,and in exchange they would help you to fake your death and to bring down La Compagnie.

Days of crying in bed, nights of staying up and weeping , the ghost of everything you had loved and lost came back to haunt you in your sleep. Everything you suffered ripped your heart from inside, the hatred was soon to follow and revenge became your number one anchor, the only reason you still didn't put an end to this nightmare.

Conor was the sunshine seeping through half opened curtains in your life, he helped you overcome the pain, helped you building a whole new body from debris, turned you into a killing machine. He trained you so nothing would ever hurt you again, so nothing would scare you, not even the men who won't stop coming, you owe him your life and everything you became today.

He had lost too, his daughter Samantha died from something similar to yours, a rape too, that was basically why he was so protective toward you, so caring and gentle. He saw you as her at some point, and it didn't bother you, really. He needed a reason to keep going too, you gave it to him.

-" By tomorrow" he fidgeted on his seat, switching the conversation to something else. " They'd all know the hunter is a woman, Maya will give her statement" he warned you.

The teenager you saved, Maya was now back home. The police investigated with her to find the murderer, one thing was that she didn't saw your face but she heard your voice, and you really wouldn't blame her for telling them, the last thing you would want to do is to silence a child, yourself having experienced it.

-" this gonna break the news, you shall be ready ".

-" I don't care. I'll be at Bonten headquarters by tonight anyway" you shrugged simply, taking another sip from your wine, still not missing his worried face.

-" It's too soon for them to know, you know it right ?"

-" I do. "

You stared at the red liquor on your glass. It felt eerie to talk about them after so much time, as if they were not the only thing you've even known.

Their absence, it was eating you inside, burning your core to ashes. They had been an unattainable goal since you left for America to start your insertion, you would lie if you said you didn't thought about them every night, about whether they forgot you or not, whether they talked about you or not, they really were the only thing you left behind, the only proof you once were alive, loved, and missed.

You continued to check on them without letting them know, you learned they joined a criminal organization, which really was not that surprising since their past and history, you learned they still visited " your tombstone" every now and then, the guilt never left you and you would have hurried to let them know you were still alive if you could, but the secret shall not be revealed. To the eyes of the whole world, you were dead, unfortunately they had to think the same in order to not put them in trouble, at that time La Compagnie was just as huge as now, and they both only were small delinquents, but they would've gone through hell to kill your father if they knew, it was too risky to tell them.

- " are you gonna need me ?" He stood up, eyeing your sitting form, you shook your head.

-" Go to sleep, I'll be fine. " He looked indecisive, so you offered him a reassuring smile.

-" I'm fine. Really."

Reluctantly, he sighed and wished you a good night, telling you to be careful on your way to Bonten headquarters and gently shuffling your hair, and ended up taking the exist and walking to his room.

-" I'm fine".

You repeated, tasting the word on your tongue. Smiling at your reflection on the empty glass, you could think of no reason you wouldn't be fine.

You went through the worst with a smile on your face, guess you were fine. Held on to wanting life by a thread, feeling pain and feeling tears, you were fine.

Today,you stared at your reaper in the eyes. He took your life and youth from you, stole everything and you just killed him, why wouldn't you be fine ?

A warm drop fell on your wrist, you could start feeling yourself getting frustrated, why were you crying? You should be fine, really, all those nights under the shower, rubbing your flesh until drawning blood to remove the handprints out of you, all those startles everytime a man would get too close to you, the times you would wake up all sweaty from yet another nightmare, seeing Ono's face everytime you closed your eyes and hearing his words in the silence.

Your body healed, the bruises disappeared, yet you still could see them everytime you looked at the mirror, and no matter how hard you tried to clean yourself, you still felt stained, damaged, and dirty. Ono killed your soul, why were you feeling so low now ?

Why were the tears trickling down your cheeks making your throat burn ? Why were your hands shaking ?

Your shoulders just felt sore from the weight you carried, that of a hundred lives. You had been a good machine until now, hid well from the post-traumatic stress but tonight was just different, it just looked so much like that one specific night. You stared at your reflection and couldn't just stand your face, looking at the demonic manifestation of your thoughts. That wasn't you and somewhere deep inside you knew it, but it was as if you were trapped in a paradox.

The human's heart is a muscle, a strong one made to work every minute of every day. Yet yours wasn't strong enough to carry the weight of the choices you've made.

Taking a human's life was anything but easy, even if he was a horrific person, a life is a life, the human's heart knows no difference between a twisted and a good one, it just makes you feel horrible, despicable, it just haunts you and chase you down whether you hide well or not.

And suddenly, you figure out once you've spilled someone's blood, you traded your humanity away, human are not supposed to kill each other, and there is nothing human about you anymore.

By the end of this, you would be nothing short out of a monster, as empty as the one you are killing. At that moment, you hoped, you wished heartily the only two human beings able to make your humanity reappear would accept you, still love you.

Otherwise, you won't have anything to do with life anymore.

•••

Hajime Kokonoi was a busy man. He always had work to do on his desk, meetings to attend, phonecalls to answer, sometimes he had the impression that he carried the whole Bonten on his shoulders along with Sano Manjiro.

He was sleep deprived, often skipped meals, funny clubbing with his co-workers, and hookup opportunities to finish the job he still had to do. That lifestyle could seem depressing, but he worked well under pressure, and being busy kept him grounded actually, kept his mind from wandering somewhere it should not, for his own sanity.

However, he was still a human being with needs. He still needed to eat, to go out and see people sometimes and to get his five hours of sleep a day.

He liked to go home to a comfortable bed and cozy sheets, find some peace and have rest, got usually frustrated when his routine was disturbed.

That was mainly why he growled when he entered his living room that night, finding the big window ajar. It was freezing outside, it was the snow season and though the house heating worked perfectly, the room was cold because of the circulating air current.

Sighing from frustration, he walked toward the window, aiming to close it. What was weird though, was that while doing this, he had no memory about opening it in the first place that morning, why would he have done it, when it was literally snowing ?

His hand rested on the window sill, but as soon as he came to close it, the glass exploded into a thousand pieces, making Kokonoi jump a step behind.

With his racing heart, eyes widened, he looked at the hole in the glass, his gaze then fell on the ledge and he immediately froze when he saw a steel arrow on it.

On fight or flight, his hand flew to his gun hid by his sides, but as he grabbed it, another sound made him startle.

-" You're smarter than this, Hajime Kokonoi".

Frozen, Hajime tightened his grip around his gun. Someone was behind him, a woman's who just aimed an arrow at him, and he somehow knew she didn't miss him, that she aimed at the window in purpose. His thoughts raced faster, trying to figure out who was the intruder and if he already heard this voice, but nothing came, it was a whole new voice to him.

-" Do you know how much it costs to replace windows like this? "

-" yeah sorry for that " you winced, though he couldn't see you since he had his back to you. " You gotta admit it was a pretty badass entrance though "

He scoffed, not letting go of his gun and trying to see anything with the corner of his eye, but he failed and started to get anxious about the unknown woman inside his living room threatening him with arrows.

-" worth digging your own grave ? Cause I believe you know that's what you're getting yourself into ".

He waited for a reaction, anything, but surely not a small laughter, too soft for someone with a bow and iron arrows.

-" what is dead cannot be killed".

Kokonoi furrowed his eyebrows in his incomprehension, what were you trying to say? Was it some kind of metaphor ? He couldn't take the stress anymore though, he tightened his grip on the weapon and started turning around slowly, but his body froze when he heard the stretching of the bow's string.

-" I wouldn't do this if I were you " you threatened, stretching the string and directing the arrow toward him, but you never let it go.

You were not here to hurt him, he was not a bad man, maybe not a good man since he was a gangster but who were you to judge ? When you learned Ran and Rindou joined the Bonten,you made your own investigations about it and learned a lot, to your relief, they weren't into human trafficking or minor's abduction, their prostitutes were of age and agreeing, it still was illegal, but it wasn't inhuman.

You were there to send a message, but for his own sake and yours, it would be better if he didn't saw your face. And he didn't move the slightest inche since you threatened him again, clenching his jaw with a knot in his throat.

-" Who the hell are you ?" He questioned through his gritted teeth, you looked over your bow and smiled a little bit.

-" I'm afraid if I told you, I'd have to kill you" you watched as he stiffened, but another laugh escaped your mouth much to his surprise. " Relax, 'm just kidding. You should've seen the face you made, well, I didn't saw it either but-"

-" Who the hell are you ?" He repeated with a higher tone this time, he was truly losing his patience, not only it was unnerving to find a stranger threatening you in your own house, it had to be a sarcastic bitch. By the sound of your voice and laughter, he concluded you were young, pretty young if you asked him, that itself reassured him a little, though he still didn't trusted you, you emanated a dangerous aura, something nothing short out of crazy.

-" well" you rolled your eyes playfully. " I'll give you a hint. Hunter. The punisher, even Azazel lately". He stayed with slumped shoulders, mouth falling open and heart starting to race again.

Kokonoi told himself to calm down, there was no way you were the vigilante. A woman, a young one at that, you must be lying, he convinced himself. There was a lot of people imitating the vigilantes and usurping their identities throughout the history, it has to be someone who admired the hunter so much that she pretended to be him, that sounded more realistic.

He chose not to make this point, however, letting you believing that he was buying your lies, the last thing he wanted was to piss you off when you had the upper hand.

-" And what the fuck is it that you want ?" He tilted his head to the side, curious to hear your answer, you stretched a smile he couldn't see and answered.

-" weren't you guys looking for me ?"

This time, his arms fell to his sides from shock. Every theory he just made up wasn't making sense anymore, his heart skipped several beats because now, only now he figured out the seriousness of the situation.

You were not lying, you truly were the vigilante. Otherwise, how could you have known they were searching for you ? They didn't told anyone, not even the lower ranked members of Bonten, they surely have been caught searching for you and who else than you could do this ?

Now it made sense, the hunter was only into bold and risky moves, no one would ever dare to break inside Bonten's penthouse and threaten one of its members, except you who didn't cared the least about risks and danger. You appeared to be strong, fearless and malicious, he still struggled to believe behind all of this was a girl probably no older than twenty-five. A girl with a soft voice, using Sarin gas and strangulation against politicians and dangerous corrupted men.

It gave him the creeps, realizing that the one standing behind him was so strong and just aimed an arrow at his window, once again broke into one of the most secure Japan's buildings undetected. Now he believed you, it made sense and everything matched, his throat tightened at the thought that you might be here to kill him,just like you did with La Compagnie's guys and he knew he stands no chance because by the time he would've turned around you would already have shot your arrow.

-" I thought Japan's number one criminals could be more inconspicuous".

-" I could tell the same about you " Kokonoi stated, he heard you clicking your tongue.

-" who said I was even trying to hide ?" You made a step toward him, that made him stiffen even more. " I wouldn't be here today if that was my goal".

-" what is your goal, then ?" He asked again, hopefully this time you would answer his question. His stress increased as he waited for you answer.

-" don't worry, you're not on my hit list " he could hear the smile in your voice and grunt from frustration, yet he couldn't help but feel a little bit relieved, he shouldn't be trusting you but if you really wanted him dead, why would you still be talking to him by now ?

-" I'm not repeating myself." He told in an authoritative tone, you rolled your eyes once again, but against all odds replied this time, it was getting late and you were tired anyway.

-" Sano Manjiro. " His head turned toward you a little bit upon hearing his boss name, but you stopped him right there by stretching the string a little more.

-" Tell him to stop looking for me ".

Kokonoi snorted and it made you furrow your eyebrows in surprise.

-" what makes you think boss takes order from some cheap slut ? You yourself know that's impossible ".

-" Oh buddy I do impossible every friday night".

He rolled his eyes, a sarcastic narcissist, could it get any better ?

-" You're telling me you came here, broke into Bonten headquarters and risked being caught just so we would stop investigating?"

He struggled to believe it, but again, he supposed you couldn't know his boss had no intention to kill you for now, being wanted by the Bonten could be stressing you out.

But he didn't really know what made you think that by simply asking for this, they would listen to you. His boss was certainly not going to let your intrusion here go, he was far from merciful.

-" before you judge me, try having a pink Barbie doll messing your crime scenes after you"

Koko was once again left speechless, realizing you were not only strong, but also smart. And if before this, he still had the slightest doubt about whether you truly where the vigilante, now he had absolutely no doubt you were telling the truth.

Mikey had assigned Sanzu to investigate in your crime scenes because of his sharp senses, that he was a good observer and his understanding for the dynamics of murderers.

But no one would ever have thought you would keep an eye on the places after you left, he figured out you certainly were reckless, but it was nothing like foolishness or naivety, no. You were reckless because you were fearless, you just trusted your abilities.

Hajime Kokonoi was starting to get impressed, something it was quite hard to do, earn his respect.

-" why does it bother you though ?" He couldn't help but ask, he didn't wanted to reveal that Mikey was not intending to kill you for now, after all he still didn't got to know what were your intentions after you were done with La Compagnie.

-" this is desecration".

He scoffed, waiting for you laughter to come but it never did, you were deadly serious.

-" Really. What I leave behind me is a holy land " you insisted, and he was confused for a second because you had been just so sarcastic that he didn't knew how to take your words.

-" You sure have a pretty god complex " he stated, more careful because he heard you moving and couldn't figure out what you were doing.

You just hummed in silence, looking quickly at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

-" Hm, if you say so, mister Freud" you started, directing your bow toward the ceiling. It was time for you to leave, he got the message by now and would transfer it to his boss, that was all that you needed. Staying here any longer could be dangerous, especially since the Haitani's floors were too close to Kokonoi's one.

Thinking about them, your body tingled in such a strange way. It was the first time in years you were so close to them, and you wanted way more, you missed them to death but it was just too soon, they couldn't know now, it would ruin everything.

-" Understand. I won't stop until La Compagnie's head is screwed under my high heel. If you thought what I did was bad, this only was a warm-up " you started, making sure to emphasize every word.

-" What's between you two ?"

You ignored his question, he doesn't need to know, all that he needed to understand was that you were not a threat to Bonten, even though you killed inside their own area.

-" If i wanted you dead, I'd have your heart on my arrow by now. " You took a small break before talking for a last time.

-" tell your boss to stay away from my business, and we'll keep being friends."

He heard you moving and was quick to turn around this time, finally pointing his gun at you but by the time he did, he heard your arrow split the air and the room suddenly became blindingly dark. Half a second later, the chandelier crashed to the floor with a thud.

Kokonoi's heart raced faster while he took his phone out and turned on his flashlight, but it was too late.

He was pointing his gun at his empty living room, alone, nothing but the crashed chandelier in the middle of the room to prove you actually were there.

Ah yes, badass exit too.

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