#plus I’ll probably have to end up doing paperwork

[gatheryepens]

Benefits of working on Sundays: I get paid to mainly stand around and do nothing

Drawbacks of working on Sundays: The shopping centre is closed early so it took me about 20 minutes to find an exit

[ithebookhoarder]

Hello hi ! 🤗

Can you do a "bau reacts" when they are undercover in public and about to be found out so the reader just starts making out with them to pretend they are just a couple?

(BAU Headcanons) Making out Undercover

A/N: Mwahaha. Oh, this is a good prompt. Thanks for making me daydream all afternoon. Enjoy my lovelies 😉 Also, as a note, I'm writing the main BAU where I'm at watching it (season 13) plus Luke as he was requested previously 💕

Warnings: Mentions of threat, mentions of weapons, alcohol references, sexual references, implied cases / unsubs. (Let me know if I missed any)

Aaron Hotchner

We know Aaron doesn’t go undercover for most cases, so this would have to be a big case to get him into the field. 

This man would be in shock. Let’s be real. He would freeze in place and try to argue for a split second until he realises what you’re trying to do and why - even if you were already together. 

As soon as they’re gone though, you’d glance up and see his usual steely glare that tells you you’re in for a scolding once this is over. 

However, you’d have to be blind to miss the way he lingers for a moment, holding you close for half a second longer than necessary. 

“I feel I should remind you that we are in the field, and whilst it may have worked, I can’t endorse it as a tactic in future. Understood?” 

“So I’m hearing that we’re leaving this off of our case report then?” 

“Agreed. I don’t need to give Strauss anything else to use to go after us and the team.”

He would roll his eyes and take off after the Unsub, but you’d have to be blind to miss the way he smirks as he goes. 

David Rossi 

He’d be a little embarrassed but mostly quite smug about the whole thing, even if you were supposed to be undercover. 

“Well, I can safely say in all my years in this field I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before.” 

He’d also refuse to let you apologise for your actions afterwards either. 

One, because he’s kind of flattered. 

Two, because he’s been around the block a few times and knows that sometimes you have to do what it takes to solve a case or protect yourselves. 

Three, you were supposed to be a couple and kissing is what couples do. He’s only sour because if anything he would have liked to be the one who kissed you. 

“Relax about it, would you? I won’t tell you some of the things Gideon and I had to do back in the old days. That was before all this new paperwork and guidelines, so that’s all I’ll say on the matter.” 

You make a point of remembering to ask him about that at your next night off over drinks. 

Derek Morgan

Derek is always up for anything so I feel like he’d be pretty relaxed about being undercover with you, even if you weren't together romantically. He has no issue playing your pretend boyfriend for one night, and is quick to wrap his arm around you. 

Which is why it would be such a surprise to him when it’s you who initiated the kiss. 

Derek would freeze for like a second, but only out of shock. However, you know he wouldn’t fight you on it. 

The second his brain catches up to his body he would be kissing you back, doing everything in his power to match your energy and sell this kiss. 

If anything, you’re going to have to be the one to break away once the coast is clear and remind him you’re still technically in the field and that your team is probably wondering where the hell you are right now - and why you stopped responding to your comms. 

“I’m just saying, if we get to do that then we need to be partnered up more often.” 

“Yeah yeah, Morgan. Let’s just hope Penelope didn’t see that else we’ll never be hearing the end of it.” 

Emily Prentiss

She’s been undercover plenty of times in her life and spent a whole chunk of time actually fake-married to Doyle for an op, so she’d be the most comfortable and understanding if you grabbed her for a kiss - especially if you were meant to be a fake couple. 

She’d work it out pretty quickly and would respond in kind, pressing herself against you and running her hands all over you. 

“Quick thinking with the kiss,” she’d whisper as she brushed a kiss against your neck. 

She’d also know exactly where the Unsub is afterwards too, having kept watch in her peripheral vision. 

She wouldn’t even have to break eye contact with you before she informed you, “3 o’clock. He just left out the fire exit.” 

With that, she’d be off. 

She also probably wouldn’t even bring it up again until you’re both back on the jet. Then she’d be smirking at you across the top of her drink and chuckling to herself. 

“Normally I’d insist dinner first but given that we caught that bastard I think we’re even.” 

JJ

JJ knows about going undercover and it takes a lot to rattle her. She would probably go along with the action, even if she’d stay kind of stiff for a good minute or so. 

However, she’s a good agent and knows about maintaining a cover so quickly catches on when you pull her in. 

She’d return the kiss, shooting glances out the corner of her eye when she thinks it might be safe to check on their target. If it doesn’t look like they’re buying it, she’ll turn things up a notch and spin you around so that she could take control. 

“My gun is under my jacket. Reach for it slowly if he comes any closer,” she’d warn, but thankfully you don’t need it. Eventually they leave, distracted by something else, leaving you and JJ to recover.

After catching your breath, you both take off in the direction your target just left in. You can tell JJ is trying not to laugh about what just happened, choosing to make it funny rather than uncomfortable if you weren't together romantically.  

Which means you know she’d enjoy teasing you about it in front of the others, making your cheeks burn as she announces on the jet: “For the record, even though it was a ‘cover kiss’ it was pretty good. Just saying. Maybe you should give Morgan some tips. That way he might get a girl to call him back after a first date.” 

Luke Alvez

It doesn’t matter if he’s ex-army or whatever. Undercover is not really Luke’s thing and even then, he is more used to infiltrating gangs than playing house. 

Basically, he would be surprised by your actions, despite being undercover together. Like, I can see his eyebrows hitting his hairline so fast, bless him. He’d look like a deer in headlights. 

“Woah, sweetheart, slow your roll-“ 

“- Luke. Shut up and kiss me. Now.” 

“I - ok.” 

Just like that, he’d take control, turning and pressing you against the nearest wall in an attempt to shield you from whoever was watching. He’d also be such a gentleman about it if you weren't already together romantically, keeping his hands on your waist and pulling away the minute he’s sure the danger has passed. 

Even then, he’d wait a minute before letting the two of you move from your position, just in case they come back. He’s your partner and he’s returning the favour for you keeping him safe, even if in an unsuspected manner.

“You good?”

“Luke. Shouldn’t I be asking you that? I was the one who planted myself on you.” 

“Potato, po-tah-to. Are they still over there?”

“No. They just left out the back.”

“Then let’s go, partner. Let’s catch this freak.” 

Penelope Garcia 

If Penelope is in the field then you know she is already hella nervous and out of her element. It doesn’t matter if there was a reason she was needed for this particular assignment, she would just take that as added pressure not to let everyone down.

Which is why I’m sure you’d feel worse about planting one on her - even if it does also help distract her from worrying for a minute.  

All I can imagine is her giving her trademark squeal of confusion and surprise, even if you gave her a hasty warning - and apology - about what you were going to do.

She’d be stunned at what was happening and probably takes a minute to realise she should probably try and kiss you back, or at least look less visibly startled about it. 

“I feel I should point out how unfair it is that this is permitted as ‘suitable workplace behaviour’ as we’re undercover, yet my flirtatious texts with Agent Morgan are not? I will be writing a strongly worded email when we get back, telling HR they can go shove their-”

“Pen? Hey, focus here. Unsub still watching us.” 

“Oh, right. Sorry! Ahem… as you were?”  

Also, you know that like a day or so later, once it’s all over, she sends you an email informing you that your new username on the BAU system is now ‘smoochykins’ and she will not change it until it becomes not-funny for her… which will probably be never. After all, Morgan has been ‘Chocolate Thunder’ for the last two years and is still going strong.  

Dr Spencer Reid

Spencer has been undercover before and is usually quite calm about it, even if it is faking a date or maintaining a story. Still, despite having to do your jobs, you’d hate to make him uncomfortable, knowing how he feels about any kind of physical contact - especially if you're not together. 

As he says, with the amount of bacteria shared by shaking hands you’d be safer kissing … guess it was time to take it literally. 

He’d be blushing like a tomato as you grab his jacket lapels and pull him close. And honestly? it’s kind of adorable. As is the way he tries to kiss you back, even if he still takes a minute to remember how to even move his body. 

I’m just picturing the Lila kiss in season one and how he eased into that and how stunned / embarrassed he seemed afterwards. He would pretty much be like that, but with a fake smile on his face as he rambled in your ear. 

“What was that?”

“I was covering our asses. We’re undercover, remember? We’re supposed to be a couple and couples kiss. Also, I’d thought you know, genius, that kissing and displays of public affection make people extremely uncomfortable.”

“No kidding… Morgan can never find out about this.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. You got a deal, pretty boy. This is between us.” 

Masterlist

[jjkamochoso]

Wedding Guest Plus One

Fluff

Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

When you get invited to a wedding, you're reluctant to show up by yourself. Luckily, you have a friend that would never leave you hanging...

Warnings: cussing, small mentions of background characters drinking alcohol

A/n: I hope the end isn't too ooc because I couldn't resist the opportunity to write that lol I hope you all enjoy reading this much as I did writing it!! <3

The strikingly opulent invitation was weighing down your hands like it was made of lead. The painstakingly crafted calligraphy was openly mocking you: "To our beloved Y/N and Guest..."

You sighed.

It wasn't like you didn't want to go to your friend's wedding, that wasn't it at all. The event sounded like it was going to be a wonderful time, filled with good food and fun moments as love was being celebrated. It was just that this would be another wedding you'd gone to without a boyfriend or husband. Your friends were mostly nonjudgemental but you knew your continuous bout of singularity over the years was rare enough to garner speculation and gossip from anyone in attendance at those types of gatherings, especially when everyone knew each other.

You hauled yourself out of your office, leaving the frilly paper discarded on your desk to be taunted by at a later time. You quickly made your way down the hall of the Survey Corps base, knocking on the familiar wood door in front of you.

"Come in," said a voice from the opposite side and you wasted no time entering, eager to begin your venting session.

"I see you got your invite as well," you said, spying the same white rectangle upon your best friend's desk.

"I did," Levi replied, his eyes not leaving the paperwork he was currently working on.

You picked it up, inspecting it, and you frowned. "Hey, yours doesn't say Levi and guest! Mine did."

"It said Levi and guest?"

"I hate you," you whined, Levi smirking a bit at his joke. "Mine said 'Y/n and guest' and I want to know why you got spared the embarrassment of being allowed a plus one but never having one."

"That's because everyone knows by now that if I'm showing up, I'm coming alone. They still have hope for you."

"Well, I don't like it," you mumbled, putting the invitation back down.

A few seconds of silence passed.

"Aren't you going to complain to me until my ears feel like they're going to bleed or are you actually going to be a grown up about this and leave me alone to do work?" Levi asked with an eyebrow raised at you.

You scoffed. "I thought friends were supposed to listen to each other rant about stupid shit."

"They are. But this is beyond stupid shit. Who cares if you don't have a partner? We're in the Scouts. Most people's partners are dead. Just lie about having a boyfriend who vanished at the mouth of a titan and people will leave you alone."

"But people at weddings are brutal! Someone's parents will just try to set me up with someone else while I'm there. You would understand if you bothered to go to one once in awhile."

"Weddings are stupid. A public proclamation of love is completely unnecessary." Levi brought his point home with an extra loud huff. "It's pompous and egotistical. I'd rather shit in my hands and clap than go to another one."

"I should've gone to Hange for advice," you said, rolling your eyes, "but they would probably just suggest bringing Bean or Sonny. Or Mike, who'd sniff everyone and get me blacklisted from any other event ever."

That got Levi to let out a small grunt of laughter.

"I really don't know what to do, Levi. It's stupid, I know, but I can't take going to another one alone. I want to be there to support our comrade but I don't want to look like a total loser."

“I’ll go with you,” he suggested as he continued signing papers, the words leaving his mouth like it was the most glaringly obvious idea in the entire world.

"What?" you exclaimed, your mouth hanging open in shock.

He finally looked up to meet your gaze. "Tch, close your mouth, you're going to catch flies. Don't look so shocked, either. Erwin was just telling me I have to go to more shitty events to boost morale amongst the soldiers and brass and you need someone to go with so you don't look lonely. We can hang out, bitch about how lame everything is, and go home. It's a win-win. Unless...?"

"No! That would be amazing," you replied quickly, not wanting to lose this opportunity, "thank you. I'm just taken aback, that's all, since a second ago you used a very crass saying to express your unwillingness to go. Are you sure you'd want to show up with me? People talk, you know. They might think we're dating."

"So? Let them."

Levi was right. You were going to get judged no matter if you brought a random guy, attended by yourself, or went with Levi. At least this way you'd have someone to talk with all night.

"Does this mean we get to coordinate outfits?"

Levi balled up a discarded piece of paper from his trash bin and threw it at you. "Don't make me regret this, brat. Now get back to work."

You left his office chuckling and feeling a newfound sense of relief wash over you.

When the day of the wedding finally arrived, you felt butterflies in your stomach, nervous for what was to come. You tried to keep your mind off the stress you were feeling as you got ready after work. It was a rare occasion to dress up in your civilian clothes as you were always in your formal military wear for galas or other professional events. You had second guessed your outfit all day but it was too late to buy something else so you got dressed and fixed up your hair. As you put the finishing touches on your look, you heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, you were definitely not expecting the sight you were greeted with.

"You're out of uniform."

You both spoke the same sentence at the same time.

"You really know how to keep people on their toes, don't you?" you asked, moving out of the way so he could come in.

"I was tired of wearing that damn thing all the time. This suit hasn't seen the light of day in a long time so I figured this would do instead."

The suit he had on made him look absolutely dashing, even more so than usual (which you didn't know was possible). He wore a gray collared buttoned shirt underneath a dark blue jacket with matching blue slacks and a brown belt. His cravat topped it all off, its stark white a nice contrast to the other colors.

"You look really nice," you complimented, your heart picking up speed as he raked his eyes over you.

"As do you," he replied, sincerity coating every syllable. He certainly wasn't wrong; your outfit hugged you in all the right places, accentuating your best assets. You opted for a silky black color for tonight since the wedding dress code asked for elegance. All of your previous fears about not looking okay were out of your head with the confirmation from Levi that you presented yourself nicely. You hadn't realized that you were lost in space, still enthralled in how handsome your best friend was until he finally cleared his throat, knocking you from your daydream.

"Huh? Oh sorry," you said sheepishly, "let me grab my shoes and we can get going."

The first shoe cooperated wholeheartedly but the second one was not wanting to work with you. You kept trying to buckle it but you were at a bit of an odd angle trying to balance yourself standing up while fiddling with the metal piece.

"May I?" Levi gestured to your foot. “We’re going to be late if you keep messing with that damn thing.”

Frustrated, you nodded, grateful for his help. His nimble fingers made quick work of the buckle and you were ready to leave in no time. You two walked down to where carriages were lined up to take the wedding guests from the Survey Corps base to a town a few miles away. Once you got inside the palatial venue, you were welcomed with the sight of decorations everywhere. The whole building was grandiose but the paper swans, crystal beads, and plush seating arrangements did much to elevate the overall luxuriant atmosphere. You had never seen such a splendid display at any of the other weddings you had been to, but you were at the wedding of two high ranking military officials, after all.

"All this and our soldiers can barely get fresh fruit half the damn time," grumbled Levi, clearly not impressed. You were inclined to agree with him. The whole scene was gorgeous, but in the grand scheme of things, it left a bad taste in your mouth that so much money was spent on this when it could've gone to something more... tangible.

"I know, but there's nothing we can do about it. Let's just try to ignore it and hopefully charm our way into securing more money in our budget from some other mucky-mucks in attendance."

"Here I was thinking I could convince you to leave after the vows were done," Levi said, earning a glare from you.

"In your dreams. There's no way I'm leaving without dinner and dessert. I should've brought extra handkerchiefs to sneak out food like Sasha."

While you two were chatting it up, waiting for the bride to make her appearance, you were quickly garnering much interest from the other guests. People were totally caught off guard seeing you arrive with someone, much less a man, much less the actual Captain Levi. It shouldn't have been as big a deal as it was since you were also a well known captain and you and Levi normally stood by each other at military events you were forced to be at, but the casual air about the both of you at such a romantic occurrence was turning heads. You and Levi paid no mind, continuing talking like you were the only people in the room. Finally, you were saved from the incessant ogling by the music signaling the bride had arrived.

The vows were done, the lips were kissed, the couple was married. Now came the worst time of the night--the social part of the event had started. You and Levi, of course, sat next to each other for dinner but you were dismayed at the fact he was the only one you knew at the table. Hange and your other friends were seated elsewhere and you made a mental note to say hi before the end of the night, even if you were going to see them all tomorrow anyway. Everything was going smoothly, no one bothering you or your date. The food was as yummy as you expected and Levi was satisfied with the tea they offered with dessert. The night had almost ended and there weren't any weird instances you had to deal with.

Until now.

"Oh my goodness! Y/n! It's so good to see you!"

You were startled by the voice practically screeching in your ear as you were eating a large piece of cake. An old acquaintance of yours greeted you loudly, grabbing you into an awkward hug since you were seated and she was standing. She took a seat in the open chair next to you while you prayed Levi would come back from the bathroom soon.

"How are you?" she asked, a huge smile on her face. You knew she'd definitely been drinking heavily throughout the night, though she was normally this giddy all the time.

"I'm doing alright. You know, the same old, same old. Nothing crazy going on at work or anything, thankfully. How about you?"

She completely ignored everything you said. "So I came over to see what was up between you and Captain Levi."

Here we go, you thought to yourself, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Playing dumb was always a good idea in these types of interactions.

"You know," she pressed, taking another long sip of whatever was in her cup, "you and him. I thought it was odd that you usually come to these things alone and all of a sudden you show up with a hot guy like him as your date. How'd you manage that? Did you pay him?"

"We've been best friends for many years and decided to be each others' dates," you said, trying your hardest to remain civil.

"Right." She slumped back in her seat. "That makes a lot of sense. We all figured there was no way you were dating. You two are in completely different leagues."

That was your breaking point.

"Nice seeing you," you said, your chair screeching as you slid it back and walked away from her. You wanted to scream. Why was it so difficult for people to be decent? And who did she mean by "we all" ? Did everyone find your situation that much more interesting than the beautiful wedding taking place? Was it really so strange a notion that you and Levi could've been dating?

Why did it bother you that no one would believe it if you were?

You were practically tripping over your feet to get outside, away from the prying eyes and invasive questions. You made your way over to a secluded bench where you felt tears threaten to spill out of your eyes. A few finally fell, leaving dark splotches on the light stone beneath you. The longer you sat out there, by yourself with no one to bother you or make you question your worth, the more you felt at ease. The brisk night air enveloped you like a blanket and the darkness did wonders to calm your racing thoughts. However, there was just one thought that wouldn't quit nagging you. You and Levi had been best friends for countless years and you had been content with the state of your friendship for all that time. Ever since he offered to be your date for this wedding, though, you'd started viewing him in a more romantic lens. Taking note of his appearance, feeling your heart speed up when he was close to you, getting lost in his eyes a little too long. You'd developed a crush on him but were much too nervous to mention such a silly, trivial thing to him, especially in fear of ruining the bond you shared. Now that someone pointed out the obvious, that you and him don't belong together, your harmless daydreams of him being your lover came crashing down and brought you back to reality. The reality was that Levi could never be yours, no matter how much you so desperately wanted him. It was a sad realization to have on a day that was supposed to be all about celebrating everlasting love, but such is life. You were torn out of your personal pity party when you heard the crunch of leaves underfoot.

"Here," Levi said, handing you your plate with your half eaten cake on it. "It worried me when I saw you abandoned dessert."

He wore an unreadable expression as you took it gratefully, patting the spot next to you as an invitation for him to sit with you.

"I'm sorry for bailing on you," you apologized, nibbling on your fork, "but there was this lady in there that I just-"

"I know," he said, keeping his eyes trained on the sky. "I heard the whole thing."

"Oh."

The void of silence left between you was a gap you were both unsure how to fill, so you didn't. The only thing heard for a few minutes was the faraway sound of laughter and the clinking of your silverware against the porcelain plate.

"She's wrong, you know. They all are," Levi said suddenly, making you jump a bit. You didn't say anything, discarding your empty plate on the ground next to you.

"There's some truly shitty people in this world."

"You got that right," you replied, your eyes moistening again as your mind replayed the mean words you were subjected to earlier.

Levi turned to you. "Don't do that. I know you, y/n, don't sit here and think about what she said over and over. It doesn't matter. She doesn't matter."

"Easy for you to say. You didn't just get your self esteem ripped to shreds." You sniffed and angrily wiped away a tear that streamed down your face as you kept your eyes anywhere but on Levi.

"Look at me."

He spoke with such conviction that you felt compelled to do as he said. Without hesitation, he reached out and wiped away the wet that was accumulating on your cheeks with his thumb. You knew Levi wasn't a fan of physical affection, so why was he being so loving toward you all of a sudden?

"I would go to a hundred of these shitty weddings if you were there by my side because you make them less shitty. You make everything less shitty. I just... fuck, I'm not good with words, but what I mean is that I would do things I hate doing if it meant we could do them together."

You had known Levi long enough to be certain that he was currently expressing his feelings for you in his own roundabout way. Though the confession was a huge surprise, it certainly wasn't unwelcome.

You finally cracked a small smile. "You make my life a lot less shitty too, Levi. I'd even suffer through the entirety of those horrendous galas the MPs throw all too often if I had you next to me."

You reached out your hand to find his and gave it a small squeeze. "Let's get out of here. There’s no point in hanging around now that dessert’s finished."

You stood up, ready to make your exit. Before you went too far out of earshot, he stopped you.

"Want to give them one last thing to talk about?"

You didn't understand what he meant until you followed his gaze, landing on the group of guests that were currently not-so-secretly spying on you.

"Sure, I guess-"

Levi expertly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless. If he didn't have such a steady grip on your body, you would've immediately melted onto the ground in a state of stupor. You heard startled gasps as people clamored about, anxious to spread the news of the two captains kissing.

"Should we flash them the ol' royal salute for being creeps?" Levi muttered against your lips.

"We'll save that for next time," you said, enveloping his lips in yours once more.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Moi Devochki: Chapter 9

Authors note: We're almost at the end now. You guys ready??

Word count: 3826

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When Natasha enters the kitchen for her early morning cup of coffee a week later she is immediately aware that something is going on. The hushed whispers she’d heard while walking in die down to nothing and she can feel multiple sets of eyes on her.

   “Somebody want to tell me something?” she asks, practically daring them to be brave

   Of course Clint is the one to speak up, “The team of agents Fury sent to escort Steve and Sharon to the Raft for their crimes against Y/n, they uh, they never made it. And Fury has to locate them.”

   Tony flinches as she harshly sets down her coffee cup, he's sure that either the counter or the mug are now cracked and he braces himself in case she just decides to fling the mug at one of their heads

   “The fuck do you mean they never made it?! Those two assholes were out cold when we left and should have still been out cold minutes later when the team arrived!”

   Tony nods, “They probably were still unconscious, but at some point before they got to the prison they woke up and made sure they could not be taken in”

   “Why did it take so long for Fury to tell us this?” she growls, “With them still out there Y/n needed extra protection this whole time”

   “Protection you were already giving her, Nat.” Bucky states, “You haven’t left her side since she's gotten back. And now when you do leave her and Wanda, you leave them with Yelena. She's safe here now.”

   “You can’t know that” she argues

   “We can” Tony assures her, “Not only did I improve our security after Y/n was taken, Fury told us that he added a security team to patrol the perimeter when Cap never arrived at the Raft.”

   “Plus, I’m fairly certain Steve would have to be suicidal to attempt getting her hands on your Omega again Nat. I think he knows now that you’d kill him” Clint adds 

   She grunts, clearly not satisfied, “I’m not making the mistake of underestimating him again. I will not be at ease until he is found. And I want him found, now.”

   Her green eyes practically piece into Tony and he stubbles to get up without spilling his coffee, “I’ll get right on it. I’ll bring the kid in too since he was helpful last time”

   Her gaze moves to Bucky next, “You're his oldest friend, go help Tony. Give him anything that might be useful. Old addresses, old hangouts, anything. I don’t care if your knowledge is from the 40’s, he's running like a scared rabbit right now and scared people fall back to what they are familiar with.”

   “Right, I’ll give Stark everything I know” he assures, quickly following after the other man

   “So” Clint drawls out, stuffing a croissant into his mouth, “What am I doing then?”

   Her eyebrows furrow at her best friend's eating habits and she wordlessly passes him a napkin, “I can’t risk leaving Y/n or Wanda alone here, even if Yelena stays with them. I just…I can’t. ”

   He nods in understanding, “Got it, I’m your eyes in the city to check the locations on Tonys list. I’ll finish up this cup of coffee, grab my gear, inform Stark and head out. I’ll keep my coms open for you to check in.

   “Thank you Clint”

   He waves her off, “You’d do the same for me. Besides, what are friends for, right?”

   “Right” she agrees, smiling fondly as she recalls the first time he’d said that to her all those years ago after he brought her to SHIELD 

   Knowing where her mind went, he smiles too before downing his coffee, “Alright, I’m gonna head out.”

   “Thank you, check in in 15 minutes”

   He nods before leaving and she takes that as her queue to go find her sister and mates. She walks down the various hallways until she comes to her sister's room. She knocks twice to announce her presence before opening the door. She finds you on her sister's couch in front of the TV and Wanda curled up with a book on the windowsill while Yelena works on some paperwork at her desk. She immediately looks up to greet her older sister.

   “Sestra(sister), why do you look so grumpy?” Yelena asks, easily reading her sisters mood

   Hearing the blonde's concern, Wanda immediately looks to your mate, “Is everything ok, Alpha?”

   The redheads gaze falls to you and her expression turns to one of something akin to guilt or remorse, “I was just informed that Steve and Sharon escaped detainment on the way to the Raft”

   Your stomach drops as Wanda's anger skyrockets, “Why are we only being told now!? That was over a week ago?!”

   “Fury likely wanted time to try and fix his agents screw up himself before admitting the mistake to us”

    “That's unacceptable!” she huffs, “Y/n is our mate, and they’re a threat to her! We should have been told the second it happened!”

   “You’re right” Nat admits, caressing the Omegas cheek in order to help calm her, “I’m angry about it too, but right now our focus needs to be Y/n, not Fury”

   The brunette looks over at you, and her heart sinks. You look a million miles away from the conversation they're having, and the anxiety you're feeling is more than apparent based on the look on your face and the scent in the air

   “Oh detka(baby)” she coos, rushing to your side, “It’s ok my love, Tasha and I are right here. Yelena too, we won’t let anything happen to you.”

   Natasha joins the two of you on the small sofa and lets her calming scent wrap around you, “I’ll do everything to keep you safe, I promise”

   “I know you will,  Alpha. I just don’t like the idea of him being out there still.” you admit, grabbing a hold of her hand, “I’m trying to heal, and I want to focus on our future together. I can’t do that knowing he's out there still. Until he's caught he's a looming threat. Not just to me either, but to Wanda, you and our future family too”

   “I know medovyy(honey). That's why the team is working on finding him.” she tells you, running her thumb across your knuckles, “Tony, Bucky and Peter are in the lab trying to find places he might go, and Clint is out in the city ready to check each to confirm if Steves there.”

   “If they find him, how do we make sure he and Sharon just don't escape again?”

   “When they find him” She smiles at you to help ease your worries, “Clint will keep his eyes on him and follow him anywhere he may go until I can get there and personally haul his ass to the Raft. Fury and his men let us down, let you down. But I won’t. I’m going to keep you safe, my Omega”

   “I trust you Tasha, I know you’ll keep your word. Just please be careful, Wanda and I can’t lose you”

   “You won’t lose me, moi devochki(my girls)” she says, reaching out her other hand to grab ahold of Wandas, “If he fights back, I’ll kick his ass. And if he threatens me, Clint will end him”

   As if speaking of the archer summoned him, Nats phone screen lights up with his goofy face as it begins to ring. She quickly answers it, “Hey”

   “Hey Nat, I’m in the city. Tonys getting ready to send me the first few locations so if you wanna keep up with everything, now's a good time to put in your coms”

   Though he can’t see it, she nods and she shuffles over to grab her sister's coms of the confused blondes desk, “Alright, I got it. I’ll tune in now. Thanks Clint”

   She hangs up and begins to ready the coms, which earns a grunt from Yelena, “Those are mine, you know”

   “Shush.” the older Russian scolds, “I’ll return them when I’m done. I thought we had passed the learn to share phase?”

   Yelena scrunches her nose at her sister, but decides now isn’t the time to argue that she doesn’t mind sharing, she just doesn’t like people touching what's hers ....ok, so maybe she didn’t like sharing. 

   “Romanoff, Barton. You guys there?”

   “I’m here Stark. Nat?”

   “Reading you both, loud and clear” she replies as she paces in front of you and Wanda, “Fill me in”

   “I’ve just sent Clint a list of places to check out. Some places are linked to Sharon, and one Bucky mentioned used to be a place of interest.”

   Clint cuts in, “I’m checking out her storage unit in the Upper East side first. I doubt they are holding out there, but it could have some clues to there current whereabouts”

  “Yeah, ok. Sounds good. Just be cautious. Steves a soldier, and Sharons a skilled agent. I wouldn’t put it past them to set up a trap”

   “Noted” Clint replies before grunting, “Okay, I’m on the roof, just gotta find a way inside.”

   A few minutes pass by with the only sounds being computer keys clicking from Tonys end and shuffling around from Clint's end. Finally she can hear the sounds of him trying to pick a lock

   “You find it?”

   “Yeah, and they weren’t kidding when they called this a mini storage place. The units gotta be the size of a utility closet at the tower.” he tells them as he works on the lock, “It doesn’t appear to have been tampered with in any way, and with how public this place is due to space I’m not sure either of them would risk harming an innocent civilian”

   “Y/n was innocent, that didn’t stop them.” she grumbles, shooting you a look filled with love and protectiveness. It coupled with the warm embrace Wanda currently has you wrapped up in has your heart filling with happiness as you feel the love of your mates

   “Well, yes. But in his warped mind, he didn’t see it that way. You were taking what was his” Tony explains, having to take a gulp of coffee afterwards to get rid of the gross taste the statement left behind, “But he has no reason, real or imaginary, to hurt a bystander”

   “Alright, I’m in” Clint says, thankfully letting Tony off the hook, “Wow”

   “What did you find?” Your Alpha asks

   “Sharon was definitely breaking several protocols, and stealing from SHIELD” he tells her looking at the various bins of tech parts and smaller devices, he pulls out a rack of drawers, “Oh no”

  “What is it?” “What did you find?” the other two ask at the same time

   “She has veils, like the one Nat used to take down Peirce. She's gotta have like three here, but it looks like there were slots for two more of them. Empty now though.”

   Tony lets out a sigh, “Well, finding them with different faces might be a tad more difficult”

   “But we'll do it" Natasha asserts, "Keep looking around Clint, see what else you can find.”

   The archer continues to look around. He finds some jammers, indicating she probably had those on her as well to use if they realize their trail has been picked up on. The next thing he finds is a small notepad. He picks it up and flips through it, sighing when he realizes it's empty but then he notices the indents and ripped edges before the current page. Whatever was written on the torn off page has been pressed into the blank one beneath it.

   “Might have something here, I just need to find a pencil” 

   Thankfully there was one in the drawer, and he quickly rubs it across the page to reveal the message, Penthouse suite.

   “Well don't leave us in suspense hotshot, whatcha got?” Tony asks, the man had little patience 

    “It says 'penthouse suite'. My guess is wherever they're staying, that's the room they're in.”

  “Great. Now we just need to find where that is” Nat states, not disappointed with the things Clints found but still not entirely satisfied, “What's your next stop?”

   Clint pulls out his list again, “Uhh, William Poll. It's an old sandwich shop he and Bucky apparently used to frequent when in the area. It's quite a few blocks from here. I'll check back in once I'm there.”

    Nat sighs as the minutes tick by but she's brought out of her anxiety when she hears a small bell ring, the telltale sign of a shop door opening

   “All right, I'm here. Gonna ask the owners if he's had any new or unusual customers lately.” There's a brief pause while he presumably does just that before he's speaking again, “There's only been three new customers in the past week. Ones an average tourist-”

   “But the other two?” Tony interrupts, again letting his lack of patience show

   “I was getting there Stark, if you could just hold your tongue and keep your tin panties on-”

  “Clint”

  “Right, sorry Nat.” He sighs, “As I was saying, the other two people were a couple. Guy behind the counter said the man, the Alpha, was incredibly buff. While the woman, the Beta, seemed to be on high alert. She even chastised her Alpha for dropping their hotel room key on the counter when he went to pay for their sandwiches.”

   “Please, tell me he saw the hotel name” Nat practically begs, eager for this to be over with for her Omegas sake

   Clint smiles to himself, “They're at the Carlyle. I can be there in five minutes, but with the way I’m dressed I wouldn’t make it past the front desk”

   “I better wear something nice then” your Alpha says with a smug smile that manages to unfairly give you butterflies, “I’ll be there asap, keep your eyes open in the meantime”

  “Will do”

   She looks over to you, Wanda and Yelena who had at some point joined you both on her sofa, “Clint found them with Tony and Buckys help”

   “And where is the coward?” Yelena asks, her hatred for the man clear in her tone

   “The Carlyle”

   You scoff, “He's not very subtle, is he?”

   “We should be thankful of that” Wanda says, “Otherwise who knows how long it would have taken to catch him”

   Your gaze casts downward, “Just because we tracked him down doesn’t mean he's caught”

   Natasha walks over to you and gently grabs your chin, tilting your face to see hers, “I’m going to go make sure he's actually brought in this time, I promise”

   “What if you get there and he's already gone?”

   “Then I track down Clint, because he will have followed them.” she replies, “ And they'll wish they would have just been brought in by SHIELD by the time I’m done with him”

   You smile at her, “Go get him Tasha”

   She gives you and Wanda a quick goodbye kiss before she rushes off to her room. Her eyes scan her collection of dresses for the most appropriate one for this occasion, something fancy enough that she's allowed entrance but not overly fancy to draw too much attention. She settles on a stunning slim black dress paired with sleek black heels. She easily slips into the outfit and heads into her bathroom. She tosses her hair up into a quick but elegant bun and gets ready to apply a bit of makeup. She goes with a simple look of just mascara, eyeshadow and lipstick and adds the finishing touch by putting on a small delicate necklace that accentuates her neckline. Satisfied with her upscale appearance she makes a beeline for the garage level and then her corvette. 

   Her car tires squeal slightly as she pulls into the hotels parking garage and Clint crackles over the coms, “Take it easy there, Bond”

   “Shut it” she huffs, slamming her door shut 

    As she walks across the street, smiling at the attendants by the doors, Clint sits on a nearby rooftop with the perfect view of Bemelmans Bar, “I got no answer when I asked to be put through to the penthouse suite, but I was able to bribe a bellboy. Apparently a Mr. and Mrs Cartier”

   “Really? How original” the spy sarcastically mumbles

   Clint chuckled, “Yeah, well. Now we know why the two of us and Maria always handled the undercover ops. Anyway the bellboy confirms the Cartier's match the description given to me at the sandwich shop.”

   “Well, if they aren't in their room, that leaves the bar, the restaurant or the cafe.” Tony informs them, “That is, if they haven’t stepped out for the evening”

    “They're still inside, and in Bemelmans Bar.” Clint informs, leaving the billionaire to wonder just what exactly this bellboy had been bribed with as the Carlyle is prized for its privacy and anonymity 

    Nat relaxes her shoulders, trying not to race inside to slam Steve's face against the nearest surface. Instead she calmly walks into the bar and glances around, “Ok, who am I looking for?”

   “The brunette woman with the black haired guy at the end of the bar near the piano” Clint answers, “She's nursing a martini and he's having a beer.”

   “I see them.”

   Thankfully the couple doesn’t see her approaching, they're too engrossed in a hushed conversation with each other. So engrossed in fact, that they don’t even notice someone taking a seat next to Steve. Still she keeps her face pointing in the direction she came from, leaving her hair to be the only clue to her identity.

   “I’m telling you Alpha, staying in New York isn’t smart” Sharon says, though not very quietly due to all the ambient noise. But Nats thankful as that allows her to not need to strain her highly trained ears too much

   “New York is my home, I’m not leaving it.” The Alpha grunts, clearly irritated, “Besides, where would we even go?”

   “The West Coast. Paris. London” she offers up with an exaggerated wave, “Somewhere that's farther away”

   “Madripoor might better suit a couple of criminals, like yourselves” Nat says, sipping on her cocktail as she finally faces them

   They both stiffen as they recognize her voice and take in her sudden appearance and Steve nervously clears his throat, “I think you have us mistaken for another couple, miss”

   “Oh, I’m not mistaken” she says, smirking over the rim of her glass, “I’m a spy, as is my best friend. Do you really think it was difficult for us to find your locations and new identities? You two morons are literally still in Manhattan, couldn’t even be bothered to at least go to Brooklyn or Queens. And come on, Cartier? A five year old would have fared better than you two. Embarrassing really”

   “That's enough” he growls out, clearly not enjoying the call out of his stupidity 

   “You're right, it is enough. Enough playing dumb and insulting my intelligence.” she says, setting her glass down a bit harshly, “If the two of you want to carry on this charade, then that's fine, but I'm taking the two of you in regardless of what names you call yourselves.”

   “Is that so?” the other Alpha challenges

   “It is.” She says, turning to look him directly in the face, “And if you think you're getting away from me, then you must be forgetting the highly trained assassin part of my background. But if you want a different ending than imprisonment and you want to give the patrons of this bar a show Rogers, then by all means, throw a punch.”

   He clenches his fist, and for a moment she thinks he may very well do just that, until his Betas hand slips around his forearm in a soothing manner, “Alpha, please. There's no way out of this. But if we go with her, well, maybe they’ll at least let us be in the same cell block”

   He sighs and relaxes once more, obviously resigned to his fate, “Okay. Lead the way, Romanoff”

    “Try anything once we walk through those doors, Clint will put an arrow in you and I’ll put a bullet through you.”

   When she gets the two outside she finds a SHIELD prisoner van is waiting for the two walking behind her. She smirks as she sees who waits with the keys, “What are you doing here?”

   “Please, the whole facility heard about the team's failure with these two, and Fury knew he owed you big time for letting you down” she says, cuffing the two, “Least he could do is send me with a means of proper transport. Now, you want me to drive them? I'd hate for you to have to leave your fancy car behind.”

   “Clint can drive it back, keys are in the visor” she says with a smirk, “But you're still driving, Hill”

   She nods, “Yeah, saw that coming”

   You're not sure how long you nervously waited to hear something about the situation once your Alpha left, but it felt far too long. You knew she was highly capable of taking on the pompous super soldier and his cohort but that didn’t mean you worried any less about your mate.

   Finally the door to Yelena's room opens again, and there stands your Alpha with a smug look on her face and a gorgeous dress. Her appearance seems to take all words out of your mouth, and you flounder. Thankfully the other two don’t.

   “Did you get them?” Wanda asks, already expecting the answer to be yes 

   Yelena however furrows her brows, “Why the hell are you so dressed up?”

   “I’m not complaining” You hadn’t realized what you had let slip until the other three are chuckling at you, and your cheeks heat up

   “I had to go to the Carlyle, remember? I wasn’t getting in there in my jeans and leather jacket.” she tells her sister while walking over to her Omegas, “And yes moi devochki(my girls), both of them are in the Raft where they belong”

   You surge into your Alphas arms and she gracefully catches you, pulling you into a loving embrace. You let out a sigh of relief, and a few tears as you nuzzle against her, “Thank you Tasha, thank you”

   “You don’t ever need to thank me for keeping you safe, Y/n. You're my mate and I love you. I’d tear down regimes for you, go against the likes of Thor if I must. I’d do anything for you” she admits, placing a gentle kiss against your temple, “And that goes for you too, Wanda. The two of you mean everything to me”

   Wanda smiles and joins you in embracing her, “I know Tasha, and you're our everything too”

   You nod in agreement and look up at her, “And I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us now that this is over”

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hi!!!! i love love love love loved your matt & frank stuff, do you think you could do a sickfic with cg!matt? preferably for a quiet/semiverbal regressor. ty!! no pressure <3

Ahhhhhhhh!! This is such a cute idea!! You know I love a sickfic! I’m always down for a good Caregiver taking care of a Little sick reader! I hope you don’t mind, I made sure to have a lot of cute Matt moments but also some cute moments with Karen and especially Foggy! I really hope you enjoy! Thank you for the request @tiny-merkitty !💞💞

Wrapped In Your Arms🌡️❤️

Caregiver! Matt Murdock & Fem Little! Reader

Tags-sickfic, hurt/comfort, fainting, medicine, foggy is the cool uncle, cuddles, forehead kisses, Karen is the sweet aunt, surprise cameo at the end👀

The sun began to set on a long day in Hell’s Kitchen, New York. Matt, Foggy and Karen all talking in the conference room. It has been a long day for the four of you. In and out of court plus an evening spent working on more paperwork.

You sat in your office, head in your hands, staring down your computer screen. All day you’ve been dragging along, tiredness getting to you more than usual. Maybe you didn’t sleep enough or maybe you ate something wrong?

All you knew was that you feel horrible right about now. As the day is coming to a close you begin to feel worse and worse until now, where you’re at your wits end.

The computer screen is too bright, everything is too bright. Your head pounds like a heart beating way too fast. The room starts to spin and it feels as if you’re on the surface of the sun.

You look up through squinting eyes to see your Caregiver Matt still in the conference room with Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen.

Usually you’re not one to interrupt them, after all they’re probably working on a tough case. Plus you didn’t want to burden them with something else on top of their case. You not one to make a fuss or sometimes even talk as much. And that’s okay because your CG Matt always understood.

But this was getting to the point of no return. Regression started to come naturally as the sickness starts to feel worse by the minute. Despite not wanting to interrupt, you knew you needed help right away. Meeting or no meeting you needed Matt and you needed him now.

Standing on wobbly legs, you made your way to the door of your office. Once out of your office, nausea starts to become more and more severe.

You pause walking from your office to the conference room. You stand in the middle of the office as everything starts to spin upside down. Your eyes roll back and you collapse, sending you into darkness……

“Y/N?! Y/N?!!”

“Call an ambulance!”

“No! No, she’s overheating. Foggy grab a cloth and soak it in cold water now! Hurry!”

The rest of the voices start to fade in and out until something cold and cooling brings you back to the surface. Your eyes slowly start to flutter open as you start to regain consciousness.

“Y/N…..Y/N…Y/N sweetheart? Can you hear me?” Matt is upside down in your vision. You realize he has your head in his lap as you lay on the floor.

“What…Why…floor?” You ask softly as you try to figure out what’s going on.

“You fainted on your way to getting us. I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner. When did you start to feel sick?” Matt asks.

You whine, moving your head to be pressed against his leg. Everything hurts and the room is still spinning. All you want is just to sleep some more.

You could hear Matt sigh above you, not one of disappointment but one of worry.

He looked to Foggy and Karen. Karen sat beside Matt, holding Y/N’s hand feeling her pulse for her heart rate while Foggy paced back and forth looking worried.

“I think she might’ve caught something while we were out today. I’m going to take her home so I can get started on getting this fever down.” Matt’s hand cards through your hair as he talks. The feeling is sooooooo soothing to your pounding headache.

“I’ll drive you. I know it’s not a long walk but I don’t want her to get any worse than she already is.” Karen says, standing to go grab her keys.

“I’ll head to the grocery story and get some things for her, medicine, food, ice cream…”Foggy goes on.

“You don’t have to Foggy.”

“Are you kidding? My favorite niece is sick! As her favorite Uncle it is my duty to help her as well.”

Everyone starts rushing around to help Matt and Y/N. Matt stay on the floor with her, carding her hair through his hands. “It’s going to be okay. I’m right here and I’m not leaving.”

Y/N nods her head slightly before closing her eyes again. Soon she starts to drift in and out of consciousness as the fever takes over.

Y/N opens her eyes again for a moment and realizes she was in the backseat of a car. She’s resting in Matt’s lap, her head against his shoulder. He was talking to Foggy and Karen but everything sounds under water. She snuggled closer to Matt and closed her eyes again.

~~~

As you sleep up dream of life when Matt first came into it. You’re younger than Matt by a couple of years but your age didn’t stop him from hiring you for his and Foggy’s law firm.

Soon Matt, Foggy and Karen became extremely close with you. They share things with you and you share things with them.

But one day, after a stressful day in court being yelled at by the opposing law firm, you break down and regress in their office.

Immediately you think the worst right? You think this is the end of your job and worst of all the end of three friendships you’ve made over the last few months.

But it’s the opposite.

Instead, Matt takes charge and takes care of you while regressed. He explains throughly to Foggy and Karen what’s going on and they understand as well.

After that day things set into place that changed your life forever. They become your chosen family. Matt takes the role of Caregiver to you as you’re the closest to him. Foggy becomes the fun uncle that lets you get away with anything and everything. And Karen becomes your Aunt. But she’s more like motherly figure to me.

I couldn’t ask for a better life, especially now feeling so sick…wait speaking of that….

~~~

Everything starts to come back to me as I start to wake up. My eyes flutter open as I begin to take in my surroundings.

The first and biggest thing I start to realize is how I’m feeling. The dizziness has stopped and I��m not so over heated like I was before. But now in its place I’m shivering. I guess the fever is still here.

I look around and realize I’m laying on the couch in the living room. Gone are my work clothes and in their place my soft Little pajamas. I guess Dada must’ve known I regressed.

Sir Charles the third or Charlie for short, my favorite stuffie, sits to my side as my loyal companion. I wrap my arms around him and whine in pain as my head start pounding again.

As soon as I do I hear soft footsteps making their way towards me from the kitchen. “Hey, looks who up. My poor sick little munchkin.”

Matt takes a seat next to me on the couch and leans forward placing a hand on my forehead. “Just getting the dad temperature first.” He smirked.

Taking his hand off my head he sighed, “That fever won’t quit huh?” I just sighed like him. He quickly realizes I’m not feeling very verbal at the moment.

He takes my hand in mine before asking “Do you feel nauseous? One squeeze for yes, two for no.” I squeeze his hand twice for no.

“Okay, I’m going to get you some medicine to get that fever of yours down.” He stands and goes back to the kitchen.

I know the medicine he’s planning on getting. It tastes the worst!! It’s like liquid poison. “Nooooowwwwwaaaa.” I whine breaking my silence for a moment to protect.

“I know I know it taste terrible but it’s what we have to do to get you better.” He walks back over with the small medicine cup filled with the liquid poison. I take his hand again, squeezing it twice to tell him no.

“I promise it will be fast and then you can drink some water to get the bad taste out of your mouth.” He tries to reason, but I squeeze his hand twice for no.

“Do you want to stay sick?” I pause for a moment beofre squeeze his hand twice again.

“Then you have to take your medicine.” He tried to explain. He leans forward and tries to bring the medicine cup to my lips but I turn my head away.

He retracts the cup and thinks for a moment before coming up with an idea. With an overly dramatic sigh he add, “Well if you don’t take your medicine then I guess you won’t be able to eat one of the cookies Aunt Karen brought for you. Oh well.” He goes to stand only for Y/N to grab his hand.

He knew this was terrible parenting. Bribing was not the way…but sometimes it did work, like it did right now.

“Okay it will be quick.” He held the cup for them, “Ready? 1…2…3..! There!” He tipped the cup till all the medicine was done.

I coughed and gaged at the taste of it all. But thankfully Dada was quick, giving me a sippy cup of water right away. Soon that terrible taste was gone for good.

“There you go. I’m so proud of you. Now with the medicine in you, you’ll be better in no time.” He smiled rubbing my back comfortably.

“Let me get you the cookie, it will help get that taste out of your mouth.” He lean over and hands the remote to me, “While I grab that why don’t you put some Bluey on?”

As he disappears into the kitchen I start to put on Bluey. Resting back against the cold couch. You know what I needed more than medicine and a cookie?

Cuddles.

As Matt comes back over with the cookie, I sit up on the couch and scoot back so he can sit. He could sense I needed comfort and who was he to refuse sick little me?

He sat on the end of the couch and pulled me to lay with him, snuggled against his side. “There we go,” He said with a sigh, “all nice and comfy.”

With an arm wrapped around me, cookie in hand, I snuggled close to Matt and watched Bluey on the tv.

~~~

Bluey played softly on the tv. The soft sounds and the dimmed light illuminating the adorable scene. Somewhere in the middle of watching, both Y/N and Matt fell asleep.

Y/N was out by the end of the first episode, but Matt kept it playing, hoping the soft background noise would keep her asleep.

He checked on her consistently. Feeling if her head for a fever, and listening closely to her lungs and the way her heart beat. He was never more thankful for his incredible hearing that he was today.

But when evening turning to night, Matt couldn’t fight the sleepy feeling himself. Arms wrapped around his little one, he drifted off to sleep himself, resting his head on top of hers.

And there they laid, on the comfy couch, both in a light peaceful sleep.

Until Foggy almost busted down the door…

“Guess who’s back from the store?!” Foggy announced happily as he walk into the apartment. Matt and Y/N both jumped out of their sleep, Y/N whinny against Matt from the sound.

Matt rubbed her head, placing a small kiss to the top, “I know, I know, your Uncle needs to be a little more quiet.” He said with a pointed look to Foggy.

“Oh! Sorry!” He said, grabbing a seat across from the couch. “But I’ll make it up to you! I’ve got some goodies from the store.”

He started placing all the items on the end table: more medicine, some ice packs for her head, ice pops and…

“Ice Cream!!” My eyes widened. Not one but three separate flavors of ice cream!

“I didn’t know which one was your absolute favorite so I grabbed all three.” Foggy smiled.

“I hope you bought actual food too.” Matt chimed in.

“Yeah, yeah, there’s some canned soups in here too but I couldn’t leave the store without ice cream!”

“Thank you Uncle Foggy!!” I grab a whole container of ice cream and hug it close.

“Anything for my favorite niece. I’ll grab you a spoon.”

“And a bowl,” Matt calls after him, “don’t want to get more sick eating a whole thing of ice cream now do you?” He raises an eye brow.

I whine but reluctantly squeezed his hand for no.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked, leaning forward to place a kiss to my forehead. Instantly it takes my pouty expression away.

The rest of the night goes on calmly. All three of us have a bowl of ice cream. Then Uncle Foggy grabs some of my books and reads to me using all kinds of silly voices while Dada cleans up. Uncle Foggy is so silly! He had me giggling the whole story.

Uncle Foggy leaves later on and Matt and I go to sleep for the night. I toss and turn early in the morning, unable to get comfortable again.

Suddenly I hear a knock at the door, Matt stirs, starting to wake up but I’m already up and out of bed.

I run over to the door and check the peephole to see who it is. I freeze, shocked and surprised.

I quickly open the door to see Uncle Frank standing there, small teddy bear in his hand and a balloon attached that says: Get Well Soon.

He lights up seeing me, “I heard someone wasn’t feeling good.” He opens his arms, “Come here kiddo.” I run into his arms and practically melt, so happy he came to visit too.

Matt smiles from the doorway of the bedroom. With all the Uncles and Aunts Y/N has, she was going to be getting a lot of extra comfort in these next couple of days.

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Beneath Miles of Stone - Part seven - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.

TW: blood ; PTSD

It was a prison riot that started in the upper levels and trickled down into the infirmary.  That makes sense, because the closer they got to freedom the more chaotic everything became.

The police officers that talk to her in the ER ask a million questions and she mostly lies to keep John’s name out of her mouth. It’s easy to say that she can’t remember most of it, because her brain is expert at blocking out trauma. She thanks her less than ideal upbringing for that. Truth is, that long term memory loss isn’t really working for the short-term and she remembers everything.

The story is that she was close to the exit, got jumped by some inmates, and managed to get away and out of the doors with guard keys. No, she didn’t see anyone else escape or remember faces or name badges.

They press her until her nurse, a pretty woman named Karen, comes in and puts a stop to it.

Badass Nurse Karen, who tells the police officers: “She already told you everything, and she needs to rest now.”

They leave begrudgingly after that.

“You alright honey?” Karen asks.

She nods, wipes tears from her eyes, wills herself to be just a little tougher in front of her own kind.

The doctor says her X-rays look good, but she may have a few aches and pains over the next few days as her bruising heals up. He prescribes her Toradol to help, but she doesn’t bother picking it up from the pharmacy.

There are more important things on her mind, like who the hell is John Wick and why did he allow her to live?

She Googles his name on her phone while she sits in the hospital bed and comes up blank except for a few pictures and articles on well known businessmen that look nothing like him.

Her second problem should probably be her first, but John sticks to her mind like a glue trap and she can’t stop thinking about him no matter how much she tries.

Will power has never been a strong suit.

The second problem is if she still has a job or not. Will they shut the prison down or keep it open? Does she want to go back after today? Are there any other jobs that pay as well within walking distance? If not, how much time will she need to save up for a down payment on a car?

Her phone rings. She answers blindly.

Michael is on the other end, sounding panicky. “Are you okay? I just got home and the news says there was a riot at your job? Please tell me you’re not dead.”

“I’m okay, Michael. I got out and I’m at the emergency room right now.”

“Oh my god,” Michael groans, “what happened to you?”

She feeds him the same bullshit story she gave to the cops, but, unlike them, Michael accepts and trusts her word. That makes her feel insanely guilty. “I’m alright,” she assures, “just bruised.”

“When are you coming home?” He asks. “I’m gonna make you some tea and whiskey.”

God, what did she ever do to deserve him?

“Thank you, Michael, but you really don’t have to, I’m-“

“Hush!” He commands. “Text me when you’re headed back, and I’ll put the kettle on.”

She rubs her temples. “Thank you Michael, you’re an angel sent from Heaven.”

“Uh, babe, duh, where else do angels come from?” He teases.

Fallen angels. From hell. Here to make her terrified of and pining for them. One in particular comes to mind—

“I’m serious,” Michael interjects on her monologue. “Text me when you’re coming home. Take a taxi and if you don’t have the money I’ll pay for it.”

She agrees and hangs up just as Karen walks in with her discharge paperwork.

Michael grabs her to examine the damage, but quickly thinks better of it once he notices what she’s covered in. “Jesus,” he says, “they beat the fuck out of you.”

“You should see the other guys,” she jokes, not an ounce of humor in her voice.

He looks at her with a skeptical eyebrow raised before ushering her in.

Before anything, she has to take a shower and throw her scrubs in the laundry basket. Better yet, she throws them away. The steaming water does nothing to cleanse her worries or guilt.

She walks out in pajamas, wet hair pulled back off her face, to sit at the table. Two steaming mugs of bitter smelling tea await her.

She takes a scolding sip. “This is delicious.” And she means that. The warm liquid melts her insides into a fuzzy pleasant feeling, and she can’t even taste her least favorite alcohol in the sugary mixture. While the shower didn’t help her anxiety, this concoction just might if she drinks enough of it.

Michael blows on his. “Thank you, but I need to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Who is John?”

She tries to act normal but her whole body breaks out into a freezing sweat. She takes another drink of her tea to hide her face. “What?” She says, swallowing hot liquid and nervous pitch.

He smiles. “You’ve been saying his name in your sleep. I assume he’s a crush, because usually at the boyfriend stage you’ve already got a taste so you don’t have to fantasize as much. At least that’s how it is for me.”

The horrified look on her face makes him scramble to reassure her that he doesn’t think she’s a creep, although in saying so it just makes her feel like he absolutely does.

He groans. “I’m sorry, I just thought I could take your mind off of today. Please don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, Michael. Please tell me you don’t hate me.”

He scoffs. “For what? Dreaming about a guy? Babe, I’ve been there more times than I can count. Now, tell me about mystery man…If you’re comfortable.”

She rubs the side of her neck, embarrassed and staring at the golden top of the table instead of at Michael.

She opens her mouth, then closes it again.

“He’s tall.” Is what she decides on.

Michael deadpans. “Tall?”

“Black hair,” she adds.

“Dark,” he corrects. “Handsome…?”

She nods. “I mean, yeah.”

“What’s he like?”

She tries to think of a good, all encompassing word to describe him. She thinks about him twisting heads off spines like popping daisies. “Intense,” she decides.

“Ugh,” Michael whines, “you have to give me more than this. You’re killing me.”

“He is Russian.” She regrets saying that, not knowing if it’s too much info.

“So you met him online?”

“Yes.” Thank God he gives her that out.

“Ohhh,” Michael grins. “I’ll wanna see a picture.”

“He’s very private.”

Michael sighs. “Fine. But just promise me you won’t meet up with him alone. He could be a serial killer.”

She almost laughs at that, the irony filling her with crazed hilarity.

“Is he outgoing? Funny? Cocky?” Michael asks.

“Just intense Michael. I’m really sorry, it’s been such a…”

“No, you’re right,” Michael nods. “Let’s talk about something else.”

She can tell that there’s a lot he’s not asking right now. For her benefit. Leaving him in the dark makes her feel bad, though, because he’s such an open book. She decides to divulge a bit more info that she thinks he will want to hear.

“He has nice hands,” she says, gulping down tea and then refilling her cup with mostly whiskey. “They’re big. Long fingers. Veins that you could hit with a needle with your eyes closed.”

Michael leans in, eyes lighting. “Nice forearms?”

“Seem to be,” she confirms. “Lean, muscle-y but not too much. His upper arms are a bit more solid.”

Michael giggles like a school girl, cheeks pinking. “My god,” he says, “could he bench press us?”

She remembers him scooping her up off the ground, manhandling her, protecting her. “Yes.”

Michael squeals. He finally chugs his tea and smacks wet lips together. “What a man. So what’s the hold up? Marry him.”

They drink another cup of tea, watch late night Roseanne re-runs, and then go to bed. Michael has to be at class in the morning and then he wants her to come with him to the club. She would refuse, but it would be a dick move considering all he’s done for her.

When she wakes up, she spends grueling hours trying to call HR and searching for new jobs online. She applies for a few: Clinical Specialist for a local pharmacy, home health nurse for an elderly couple that live on her block, IV infusion nurse.

HR calls her in the middle of cooking breakfast and she answers with toast stuffed in her mouth. They tell her that she can come back to work but will have to deal with renovations and a new infirmary location with limited equipment. She agrees, of course, eager to have a job back so soon as next week.

[densi-mber]

We Swear It’s Not Real

A/N: Thanks to @mashmaiden for the scenario! Set at the end of season 7, but AU in that Kensi and Deeks are not already together.

***

“Ok, so I think that should be the last thing until the actual wedding,” Kensi announced, double checking the expansive color-coded list placed in front of her.

“Sweet.” Deeks peered over her shoulder on the way to Kensi’s fridge. “Wait, was there always a dove release on the itinerary?”

“Yep.” Kensi made a face. “Kat says it’s regal.”

“I could debate that, but it would be futile,” Deeks said. He came back from the fridge with a bucket of cut fruit, and offered it to Kensi. “Did I tell you Kip has some extra tickets for next weekend? You want to go?”

“Oh no, we can’t go then. We’ve got Kat’s wine tasting on Saturday,” Kensi reminded him. “Sorry.”

“Right,” Deeks sighed, like it was perfectly reasonable. “I didn’t realize that wine tastings were a part of wedding preparation. And requires the entire wedding party.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s just a Kat thing.” Kensi paused to roll her eyes. “You know how over-the-top she is.”

“Oh, I know. The the whole show ponies thing was kind of a clue.”

Deeks smiled, sending a quick text to Kip.

Pretending to be Kensi’s date to Kat’s wedding had seemed easy enough when she first presented the idea. Given her chronically terrible dating history, she hadn’t felt like explaining the complete absence of a plus-one at any of Kat’s events. Or worse, be set up with every available male by her well-meaning friends.

Deeks wasn’t exactly entangled himself, so after a very small amount of consideration, he’d agreed to be Kensi’s fake date for Kat’s wedding season. He’d even thought it might be fun, and certainly would give him ample reasons to tease Kensi.

What he hadn’t anticipated was just how much time they’d spend together, pretending to be a couple. It was their undercover roles as Melissa and Justin on overdrive. Because as ridiculous as it sounded, Kat, Mindy, Mandy, Tiffany, and Tiffani scrutinized them far more intensely than any Russian spies ever could. If they were holding hands, kissing, and just generally exuding an air of absolute bliss, one of the girls noticed.

The hardest part though, was pretending that he didn’t enjoy it. He enjoyed every kiss, snuggle, dance, or moment when he got hold her hand. It made him feel like he was cheating, even though Kensi encouraged it.

It was an awful kind of torture. One he kept coming back for more over and over again.

***

They ate dinner together, which seemed an increasingly regular occurrence neither of them bothered to question. Tonight, Deeks threw together a stir fry and rice; since he’d started coming over more frequently, Kensi’s kitchen stayed better stocked.

“Thanks for cooking and cleaning,” Kensi said from her position at the table. He’d gladly have cleaned a thousand dishes then deal with sorting through the pile of invitations in front of her. Though he’d probably end up helping out anyway.

“No problem. I’ll see you in the morning,” he said, leaning in to kiss Kensi before he headed for the door. It wasn’t until he was halfway down sidewalk that he realized what he’d done.

He’d kissed Kensi. And it wasn’t under any pretense related to the wedding or a case.

He’d kissed Kensi, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

***

Deeks went into work the next morning with serious misgivings. Kensi hadn’t texted him at all since he left her apartment last night. He debated calling her immediately to apologize, but chickened out and ended up pacing for most of the night.

He walked into the bullpen, still uncertain what to do. Kensk was already sitting at her desk when he entered; she looked up briefly, her expression giving nothing away.

“Hey.”

“Hey. You’re in early,” Deeks noticed, testing the waters. She didn’t seem angry at least. Though maybe she was just waiting for the right moment.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been slacking on paperwork with all the wedding stuff. So, I figured I’d knock it out today before Hetty gives me one of her notes,” she explained, eyes tracking her computer screen as she typed.

“Makes sense.”

Setting his bag on his desk, he logged into his own laptop. Silence settles around them as they both quietly worked. A good 20 minutes passed, and Deeks realized he would need to broach the topic since Kensi clearly wasn’t.

“Hey, um, I’m sorry about what happened last night,” he started, and Kensi frowned. “You know, the uh, the kiss. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Oh.” Kensi shrugged, focusing on the brushing some crumbs off her desk. “I didn’t even notice.”

“Really?” Based on her refusal to look him in the eye, he sincerely doubted that.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s just a habit right? And we’ve kissed so many times by now, that it’s no big deal anymore,” Kensi continued, letting out a nervous chuckle that approached cackle.

“Yeah, no. You’re completely right,” he agreed, and Kensi looked up sharply. “It meant nothing.”

“So no reason to apologize.”

“Exactly.” They stared at each other, neither breaking away until Sam and Callen came in, bantering as usual.

He swore a hint of disappointment flash across Kensi’s face in the second before she turned away again.

***

A/N: In direct contrast to my recent story, Kensi and Deeks apparently have all the time in the world in this fic.

Part 2 to come.

[bvannn]

Weekly Update June 7, 2024

I’m in a sour mood right now because I got differed from plasma over paperwork. I’ll try a different chain next week, since the one I’ve been going to is super crowded now anyway. We also got a cat this week, that was the correct answer to the post on Saturday. It’s my mom’s cat, but mom has been out most of this week so I’ve been left alone with her. I’ve been really tired. Like insanely tired. But I still got a good amount of stuff done.

Artfight stuff: I’m planning on revamping the thumbnails and redoing Romeo’s refsheet, plus adding Josh. Luckily at work this week I was put on a job that’s pretty relaxed as far as timing goes, and I have lots of little gaps of time to draw while I wait for the balance to stabilize. As a result I got Romeo and Josh’s refsheets sketched, as well as all the thumbnails planned + several sketched. Tomorrow I’ll try to get some of those rendered.

Comic stuff: Comic is going to be on the back burner this month and next most likely, but I did finish off page 7 and started sketching page 8, which I plan to continue slowly. Every once in a while I’ll get stunlocked with indecisiveness and what I’ve been doing to combat it is 15 sit-ups and then roll a wheel of small tasks and do whatever it says, then repeat until free time is over. So it’s still getting done in those little bursts where I don’t have enough time for something bigger.

Music: another quickie is generally done, but I’m going to hold off on it until I decide to do lyrics for it, because it would probably be perfect for an animation meme if I add some quick generic poppy lyrics. Like I can just channel my rage into a couple stanzas and call it good. I really want to release songs specifically for animation memes because I like newgrounds and respect newgrounds’ copyright policy so I want to make some nice music for animation memes that’s copyright safe for whoever to use with credit. Also still making progress on re-mixing my older tracks, OEB needed a complete redo, some VSTs needed to be swapped out entirely, plug I’m learning a bunch of fancy new tricks, so good chance I’ll post another sample of that once I get it figured out. Unsure if I need to actually redo the vocaloid track or just to redo the effects, but I can figure that out after the instrumentals are done.

Also got a good amount of lyric writing done, RR is 88% done, BATB is still a cool 71%. I’m getting into the groove of doing that at work too, so hopefully those should be done quick, plus the quickie I have on hold. Once I have energy I’ll also finish up that other quickie and the Zelda medley I’ve had in the pipe, hopefully that’ll be this weekend, but good chance it’ll be Monday night.

Other things: OEB is at 32% on storyboards, and like 17% on the Kyo rig. A whole bunch of assets are done but need to be imported/exported, plus I’m taking a couple shortcuts too to make things a bit easier, and I can flesh out the rig more as I use it more. Also, my strategy for the sketchy lines is a success! I may also be able to apply it to other areas and fix the issue of flash being shit for drawing, but that’s a bit ambitious. I’ll try chipping away at having the rest of the clip assets *drawn* by the end of the month so I can import/export them at work next month. But again that’s currently in the ‘if I have a little free time’ bracket of priority.

Miscellaneous: I’m getting a couple TTRPG things done too, little bit of writing, little bit of drawing, again not too high a priority but it’s getting done.

Tonight I’m tired and in a bad mood so I’m going to just chip away at re-mixing OEB tonight and maybe sketch a comic panel or two. Maybe. I have one more regular general drawing I want to get done before the end of the month but I don’t know when that’s coming, this weekend I’ll try to focus on Artfight stuff, with breaks in between to spin the wheel of small tasks I need to accomplish. Lots of housekeeping, hopefully next week is kind to me with plasma so I get more time.

[missroserose]

I am Grouchy.

About a month ago I got a ticket for an expired registration (my own fault; i hadn’t realized that when you get a new car/license plate in Illinois you have to re-enroll in email notifications. Usually they mail you a postcard but mine probably got lost). It was a minor pain bc it’d been expired long enough that we had to both get down to the Secretary of State office and get new plates, but whatever, no big, we got it done and I’ll pay the ticket and life will go on.

…except it’s been nearly a month, and when I search for the ticket in the online system, it doesn’t come up. Neither does searching by license plate or driver’s license number. As far as the system’s concerned, I have no outstanding tickets.

There are a couple possible explanations for this. Manually written tickets have to be manually entered, and this being Chicago (i.e. hugely populous and ridiculously understaffed when it comes to city services), it’s perfectly possible they’re just a month-plus behind on putting them into the system. (There’s an option to do it yourself so you can pay your ticket whenever, but the form is incredibly picky and unhelpful and one of the fields keeps rejecting my input no matter how I format it—and I have a lot of experience with data entry!)

Then there’s the option that i’m feeling particularly grouchy about, which is that whatever cop wrote the ticket (the signature is illegible) couldn’t be bothered to turn in their paperwork and is just using the threat of potential future hassle to ensure that most folks will pay their tickets. Which I will do anyway, because I was absolutely in violation, and it doesn’t present a financial hardship, thankfully, but…UGGGGGGH. I hate barely-functional city services, and I really hate people who expect you to uphold your end of the social contract while doing the absolute bare minimum of theirs, especially when they’re in a position of authority over you. Which is to say, cops. 😠

[x-authorship-x]

for the ask game: 📝

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context

His year group looked pretty average in size, a good mix of girls to boys - something Hana always bitched about - and Kiba had immediately tagged a number of Clan kids amongst them. In fact-

“You got the Heirs and spares, Pup,” Kaa-san snorted, shooting Kiba an amused glance from the corner of her eye. “Talk about a bunch of bullshit politics. You’re gonna have to fight hard if you want to beat them into the ground.”

Kiba barked a laugh, feeling bolstered when Kuromaru-oji shifted to brush his shoulder. So what if they were a bunch of spoiled Clan kids? He’d known his whole life that Hana was the future of the Inuzuka; they were Matriarchal, Kiba had had literally no idea that this was unusual up until Hana had started coming back from the Academy complaining about having to suckerpunch everyone who dared chat shit about it. It wasn't like he cared about not being the Inuzuka Heir himself! Hana had all the boring shit to look forward to, like dealing with Civies and rules and paperwork; Kiba, as her Right-Fang-Man, got to do all the fun stuff!

“Don't sweat, Kaa-san,” Kiba grinned, flashing his teeth as wide as possible just to see her do the same, “I’ll show them what's-what!”

Baa-chan’s hand came down on his head at that, scrubbing through his hair hard enough to ache, before her fingers pinched his ear in a little nip between her nails. “That’s the spirit, brat! Remember - don't swallow when you bite.”

They called for the new students to gather at the front and, with a jaunty wave, Kiba left his family at the entrance. However, as soon as he stepped in close to his peers, Kiba’s eyes started watering; the potent - crappy - stench hit him between the eyes like a lobbed brick. Or, rather, like that time Yama-oba’s hindleg had lashed out when she was whelping her puppies and caught him in the forehead. His eyes reflexively started watering, spluttering a little on the next inhale, and a couple of Civie girls - he could clock them immediately, arms soft and perceptual awareness nonexistent - shot him mean looks.

“Pfft, look at that boy, the scruffy one-”

“Crying already-”

Kiba snarled low in his throat - he couldn't do it like Baa-chan yet but he’d been working hard at it! - and flashed his sharp teeth. “I’m not crying!”

Kiba’s hearing was probably better than anyone else’s there, by a long shot. The girls hadn't been next to him but near the other end of the line.

And his voice had carried.

Almost everyone turned as his shout resonated, taking in the embarrassed flush to his face and the watery sheen to his eyes - plus the fact he was on the cusp of sneezing and his nose was starting to itch again - and broke out into scandalized, judgemental whispers. By insisting he wasn't crying, everyone thought he was an idiot and... doing exactly that. Fuck!

Kiba snarled again, a warning sound for an impending scuffle, only for the sensei to clear her throat and tell him to behave properly before she had to give him a time out before the year had even officially started.

It went downhill from there.

😉 I figured I'd take the 'unposted' part of the ask game seriously and show a brand new WIP!

[vtmchronicle-journal]

So I need to ramble into the void about the only character I’ve ever played in vtm. I was in one game that lasted about six months and we had 14 sessions total. The way the game ended really soured my image of this oc and I’m hoping typing about him makes me like him again.

So Oliver Blythe is the pc I used in my first and only VtM game. He was very good at being a doctor and kinda terrible at being a vampire which was very amusing for me. His dice pool to hunt outside of his clinic was a three, so yeah, he couldn’t really do the whole kindred thing well (he mostly drank bagged blood, so it wasn’t always an issue but it came up enough to be funny). But he could fix people and very easily slotted into the old Salubri healer vibe.

He changed a lot from my original concept during character creation with the ST, but I’m happy with how he turned out. He ended up being a lot more humane than I was originally planned but that was alright.

One thing that did stay the same from my original plan was that he was terrible at manipulating people, my poor boy couldn’t lie for shit. Not great when you have to keep a whole extra eye a secret (and in a city with an unusually high percentage of Tremere, I didn’t do him any favors). So he was quite the social hermit, his only close kindred contacts were his sire (who he had a tense relationship with) and a nosferatu who he brought blood to in exchange for favors.

By that I mean, he had a back alley clinic where he would provide medical care for people and also took/bagged blood so he would share that for favors. He was an actual doctor (went to school + residency, had four dots in medicine) but was extremely paranoid so refused to work anywhere legitimate that would require paperwork (plus the whole vampire thing). He did actually know how to practice medicine (and honestly probably did it for cheaper than an actual hospital would with how the American healthcare system is). So it was totally fine except for the whole illegal thing, because of his demeanor my ST often forget he was apart of the criminal underground scene thing. They were always caught off guard (and often laughed) when Oliver would suggest something very not legal.

I’ll probably talk more about him on here (maybe do some art idk). I’m hoping that writing about him helps make me like him again. Cause he was fun to play but all my memories of the game feel bittersweet in a way.

[jumblejen]

We Were Always Going to End Up Together

Suptober 22, Day 25: Flames

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/116233042

(Or read from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/106051008)

Dean started back at Bobby’s a little sore from his week of fun with Cas, from both PG and X rated activities. While occasionally Dean had felt a pang of sadness, or anger, or frustration about Sam, overall it had been an amazing week. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so cared for or relaxed.

Dean had been a bit concerned about going back to work with Bobby, but even that worry seemed small and fleeting up until the day arrived. After filling out the official paperwork for the job, it hadn’t taken him long to get back in the rhythm of the shop. Of course, it also didn’t take long before he realized that sitting at a desk for several years hadn’t done his leg or back muscles any favors. He had a feeling he’d be needing a lot of pain cream and aspirin for a few weeks.

It was all worth it though. Just being back with his hands covered in grease, Dean couldn’t be happier. It felt right fixing things all day, and he loved getting to spend some of the time with Bobby and getting to know the other folks at the shop. They didn’t all love him immediately, though it seemed that they were relieved Bobby had hired more help. And they were more than a little wary about the fact that he was clearly family to Bobby. But after it was clear that Dean wasn’t going to get preferential treatment, and hadn’t turned out to be a douche, they seemed to accept he was a net positive.

Best of all, Dean didn’t have to worry about Adler making a surprise call where he’d inevitably make Dean feel uncomfortable and small. Nope, just cars and coworkers and a couple of runs with the tow truck. It was good first day back.

Cas greeted Dean with a kiss at the front door when he got home. “How was your first day?”

“Not bad. Some basic repairs and had to run the tow truck out some.”

“I made pie.”

“Pie? Oh you are amazing! What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“Hmmm,” said Cas as they kissed again in the doorway.

“Gonna let me in?”

Cas moved slightly so that Dean could finish getting in the house, the two of them continually bumping into each other as they both went in for kisses while Dean was still trying to make forward progress. It left them both full of smiles and knowing glances.

“Alright, alright. Should probably warn you now that my back’s not used to being back at this at all.”

“So acrobatic sex is off the table?”

“No sex on the table, man. We eat there!”

“Ha. Ha.”

Dean grinned. “Hey, I was thinking. Did you want to have drinks with Benny this week? I wanna catch up with him some.”

“You’ve still been texting him, right?”

“Yeah. But things got busy after Thanksgiving with the holidays and all. It’s different when you can actually sit down together.”

“You sure you want me to come? I don’t mind if you go just the two of you.”

“Benny not really your cup of tea?”

Cas grabbed one of Dean’s hands. “No. He’s not exactly a kindred spirit, but I do like Benny. I just want to make sure you can still catch up if I’m there.”

“I’ll see if he has time for drinks. Maybe Thursday? I’m off Friday, but then I got hours Saturday morning.”

“Does that mean I have to get up early on Saturday,” groaned Cas.

Dean looked ruefully at Cas. “Nah. You can sleep as late as you want. Hell, I might be done before you even get up. Bobby said that being the new one on the team, I’d need to take Saturdays for awhile. They’ve been short staffed for months now.”

“Is that okay for you?”

“Me? Yeah I don’t care. Kinda nice, shaking up my schedule and all. Plus, it’s not like you have traditional hours either. Some of them have kids, so I know they want that time to spend time with them.”

“I love you Dean Winchester.”

Dean ducked his head and blushed, even after all these months. “Don’t make a big deal. It’s just common decency.”

“Text Benny before you forget and then get washed up. I made dinner too.”

Right on time Dean’s stomach gave a large rumble and they both laughed.

“So what’s it like being back at the garage,” drawled Benny before taking a swig of his beer. The Roadhouse was bustling in a way that made Dean happy, but not so crowded he felt uncomfortable.

“Sore. It hasn’t been that many years, but apparently I gotta get used to being on my feet all day.”

It had been a meandering conversation between the three of them. Cas and Benny didn’t know each other well, and asked each other all sorts of questions. Dean learned more about their early lives than he’d ever known before. Like that Benny’s parents had wanted him to drop the accent so he wouldn’t sound so southern and that Cas had never been to New Orleans, but had traveled quite a bit growing up. Not in the way Dean and Sam had traveled, but actual vacations and seeing the sights. Dean enjoyed listening to them tentatively feeling each other out. Cas was still a little territorial about Dean and Benny was still prone to pushing Cas’ buttons about it. Somehow without speaking about it directly, they both had come to some sort of truce when it came to Dean. As if they both understood that Benny was always going to push and Cas was always going to defend, and that, no matter what, Dean was always going to go home with Cas.

“If the new job’s okay, then what’s bugging you, brother?” Benny’s eyes were full of concern.

Dean sighed, taking a long pull of his beer. “It’s complicated.”

“Sam’s being an assbutt,” said Cas matter-of-factly.

 “Is that so?”

Dean didn’t miss the way that Benny sat forward, on point in a way he hadn’t been the entire night. Dean sighed again. “Look, I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Benny reached over and put his hand over Dean’s on the tabletop. “Then we won’t talk about it. Lemme tell you this story about how I got into it with some frat boys after a show last month…”

Dean had thought it would be tougher to dissuade Benny and Cas from bitching about Sam. Cas hadn’t even gotten weird about Benny practically holding Dean’s hand for a minute there. Dean did appreciate Cas’ solid presence next to him. He really wanted to get over the thing with Sam, but while the sting of it had faded, it was still a source of bone-deep sadness.

Dean forced himself to not dwell and instead focus on Benny’s story. And then Dean told a story about the time someone convinced Adler that ‘ttyl’ was secret code used by union organizers and all his employees started posting Eeyore memes to each other to see what would happen.

Dean wasn’t sure how long they’d been there before Sam and Eileen walked through the door, his face in flames at the sight of his brother. Cas and Benny exchanged looks, their previous open and friendly expressions hardened and shuttered at the sight of Sam. Dean took a swig of his beer, and then a deep breath, Cas and Benny both nodding at him in silent solidarity as Dean got himself under control.

They all noticed when Sam realized that Dean was here. At first Dean wondered if he would even bother coming over to speak to him. Sam leaned down to hear whatever Eileen was saying to him and then he started over to their booth, Eileen waving and then slipping onto a stool at the bar.

[wytfut]

Xmas heat    part 2

We decided that the house was too far gone, to rebuild. And if anyone could, we figured it was going to smell like fire.

The “real” Adjuster finally showed up about a week after the fire, with his own personal contractor in his pocket. He started out very friendly, all the while the contractor was calculating on paper an estimate.

Got thru the whole house, and he says that they’ll pay $107000, to remodel. This number was developed by the contractor.

I was really shocked.... had no idea that they’d want to remodel. This really got me stressed out, and for several days was doing anything I could think of to cancel out that idea.

I finally got a hold of another insurance guy I knew, and with much discussion, it came out in private under the table type of conversation..

It was an end of the year fire. To keep their books aligned with budget, there was no way they were going to total my home. Even if it was to cost them more than the ceiling $115000, to get it done.

Also, the money they offered, was my money, to do with what I wanted. Rebuild or remodel.

Rebuild it was.

Once my “real” adjuster heard that... he was pissed. Only thing I could figure out was that he got a cut from the contractor if the contractor got the job. It smelled very fishy.

Got the fire dept. to burn it the rest of the way down. Got lucky we didn’t burn down my neighbors garage.... it was way too hot fire.

Got the heavy equipment to my home to start clean up and dig the basement.

Phone company was over the top to help me out. “use the cell phone all you need...” ..   These were the days, that cell phone usage was really expensive. You were charged by the minute. This was a huge deal, getting permission to use the company phone. They also got a house phone fired up immediately, for us in the doublewide... I think it was the next day..

Eventually had to remeet with Adjuster, to sign off on paper work. This was going to be ugly. We didn’t see eye to eye.

I’m shuffling thru the complete adjustment/bid/inventory. Some major items were not correct. I noted them to him. He bristled up, I got pissed. And he shouts out “I know exactly what was damaged in your fire, and I will make sure you get every cent you deserve” ... reading his paperwork, it was obvious he just mailed it in with no interest. Missing was the furnace, hot water heater, water softner, and distiller. Plus he had added a window that was never there in the first place.

Other interest

Pop was overwhelmed with the fire... he loved our house. He was crying, and wandering around, trying to help. He was asking folks who they were, and why they were there. As a retired NSP, he was that way.

One gentleman, replied.... “Bruce has helped this community out a lot over the years as a fire fighter/fire chief/rescue captain. Here is an opportunity to help Bruce out, and if you arent here, you missed out”

A Green wood fire fighter I knew (honestly can’t remember his name now), had lived thru a fire tragedy back in the late 60′s. He was a child and his home burned down Xmas morning also, in Havelock (a suburb of Lincoln). He lost his father and brother in that fire.  He told me....”I don’t care who/where/when on Xmas who’s house is on fire, I’ll be there.

We lived in the double wide for 7 months. Insurance paid for “some” rent. Trouts’ owners of the trailer, didn’t want any rent.... but I paid them anyway.

It took me about 2 weeks to clean up the site and bury all of the ashes, and burn items. In the mean time I was also researching what/how to replace the house. I determined that the quickest would probably be with a manufactured home (not a mobile home) in stead of a stick built on site home. 2 Places in our region did that, and we ended up with Wardcraft in Kansas.

These type of homes have 2x6 walls, all wood, real roofs and are completely built indoors until the structure is enclosed. Sizes are hard to comprehend, moving down the road. But they do have some engineering magic to make it all work.

They told me that they could build it in about 10 weeks out. Immediately got the basement graded to grade, and had the walls poured. Got one side of the floor poured, when my Wardcraft salesman showed up and said my house was done. ... ??????

It had only been about 6 weeks... “ we knew you guys were displaced so we rushed it”

I got verbal permission from Wayne Trout to drive our new home thru his field.

House showed up and landed. Early July we moved in after many other contractors got all of the other things done. Actually went very smoothly and quick.

Less than 7 months displaced from home, this was quick. Especially because we really didn’t get a home builder decided and design until late February.

There are many many more stories with this incident.. but this is way too long now.

It was a horrible Xmas. it was the best Xmas ever. The town came to our aid. Real friends showed their best. Personal Values changed. And nothing cannot be attained if you put your heart into it.

We still miss that old house.   ... but this one has worked out very well for us. Thanx everyone!!!

I apologize with these pictures, as I really don’t know who took them. Thank you to who ever you are.

[ofgeneticperfection]

“Great, let me just suddenly turn off my anger issues.” She grumbled though her comment held no venom. It wasn’t Isrieal’s fault and it wouldn’t be fair to take it out on her. Plus, she felt too tired to get upset, focusing on changing back took most of the energy out of her.

She knew in the back of her mind she’d never return home but hearing it said out loud somehow made it more real. It’s not like she’d be missed, with her father gone, she had no family that would look for her. Even if she did escape, she’d be unable to stay in Midgar where she lived since she was a child.

With a sigh she looked up at Isrieal and nodded to her. “Go ahead and turn it in, at the risk of jinxing myself, how much worse could it get if I stayed.” She might end up regretting those words later but for now, in her position it sounded better to go along with this experiment than to find out what happens if she’s deemed a failure.

Isrieal shrugs one of her shoulders lightly at her question. She honestly didn’t know how much worse it could or would get. “Can’t be any worse than me.” She chimes with an all too sweet smile. “And I’m still standing.” She shrugs with her palms face up in the air. Physically she was great, mentally was another story. “One word of advice..make sure he looses interest in you. Be forgettable.” She gathers up her paperwork into a file and turns towards the door.

“I’ll probably be seeing you around then. Hopefully just for minor adjustments...” She doubted he would take her off the case but who really knew. “You have my number if you need something, don’t bug the other scientists. They probably wouldn’t know what to do anyway.” She gives her a half smile before turning to the doors. She types a code and they slide open just long enough for her to slip through before sealing shut with a click and leaving her alone once more.

@strykingshot​

Begining Experiment

Closed starter for @ofgeneticperfection

The sudden bright light blinded Kat for a moment as she tried to cover her eyes, grunting when the chain connected to the bed she laid on allowed her to only lift her arm slightly. The chains were added only yesterday to prevent her from ripping out the IV that was slowly dripping a green liquid into her arm. She still felt nauseous from the mako injections she was given yesterday and the sudden brightness wasn't helping.

She could hear voices approaching her room and she shuddered at the thought of what else she was about to be subjected to. It had been almost a week of constant needles and mako treatments. Every time she saw Hojo's smirking face she had the urge to rip it off him with her teeth.

Which was why since day 2 she was forced to wear basically a muzzle to keep her from biting.

As the door to her room opened all the anger drained from her face as she recognized the person standing next to the smirking Hojo. It only registered now that if Hojo was the one leading this experiment, of course his assistant would end up seeing her like this.

"Izzy..."

[obeymeoasis]

Demon Bros React: MC Defends Them From Nasty Remarks

Warnings: Explicit language, MC being mildly violent (throwing/kicking things).

Lucifer

Lucifer had just finished some paperwork for Diavolo and was on his way to R.A.D to deliver it.

In the hallway he could hear two demons talking and laughing. As he got closer he heard them say "Lucifer" and instinctively ducked into a nearby alcove.

"Lucifer's such an asshole." "I know, right? He acts like he's so much better than the rest of us when really, he just has a huge stick up his ass. It's no wonder he doesn't have any friends. Even his own brothers don't like him!" "He'll probably spend the rest of his life being Diavolo’s little bitch."

He would be lying if the comments didn't make him angry. But it was far from the worst thing he had heard about himself and would definitely not be the last time someone spoke ill of him.

With a weary sigh, Lucifer turned toward the south entrance where he could walk in order to avoid the demons. He could have strode past and glared at them menacingly. He could have made them grovel on their knees. But he was honestly exhausted and looked forward to this day being over as soon as possible. Plus, it would reflect poorly on Lord Diavolo if he started a fight with some lesser demons over this.

Suddenly, the chatter of the demons was interrupted by a loud thumping sound followed by the sound of one of the demons screeching in pain.

Lucifer quickly turned around to see- Oh no. You were standing in front of the demons, rage clear on your face. The demon who had yelled in pain was crouched on the ground holding his bruised shoulder. A History of the Devildom textbook was open on the ground, pages crumpled.

Did you... did you just throw a textbook at a demon?

Before he could even move, he heard your angry voice. "Listen here you fuckers. How dare you talk about Lucifer like that. He's one of the kindest, most intelligent, most thoughtful beings I've ever met. And you have no right to speak of him like that! I love him!"

Lucifer's heart burst at your declaration, his cheeks warming in pleasure. The two demons however, who had been gaping at you in shock, were now beginning to look murderous. The injured one stood up and slowly inched toward you, a vicious grin on his face. "Oh, is that so? And what the hell is a weak human like you going to do about it?"

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could say anything, Lucifer picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. "Love, I appreciate how you stood up for me. There's not many people who have done so for me before. But any more would cause trouble. And also, please don't throw textbooks at others, no matter how much you think they deserve it."

With a smug smile on his face, Lucifer began to walk toward the dorms. You, however, were struggling to turn your head around, still yelling and pointing angrily at the demons. "This isn't over! Sleep with your eyes wide open! You'll be hearing from my lawyer!"

He really did love you.

Mammon

Mammon was at the casino on a Monday night. It was lively as always, crowds of people playing group games and others drinking and mingling.

But for some reason, Mammon felt like being alone. He was in one of the more quiet corners, playing the slot machines.

He honestly should have been back at the dorms doing his homework. He was here because he felt like he had to, but his heart wasn't really in it. Mammon thought about packing it up early and texting you to see if you wanted to hang out.

The sudden sound of glass shattering broke through his thoughts. There was some sort of commotion going on and Mammon could hear angry yelling and cursing, some kind of argument.

Like many of the other customers, Mammon drifted toward the noise wanting to see what had happened. His heart sank when he saw you in the middle of the crowd, still in your R.A.D uniform, arguing with an older demon who Mammon recognized as a regular. They had played some games together before that always ended in angry accusations. The remains of a drinking glass lay shattered on the floor.

Mammon quickly rushed to your side. "MC, what the hell are you doing here?! What happened?" Up close he could see how livid you looked, you were trembling with fury.

The older demon opened his mouth while gesturing at his ruined clothes. "This bitch threw a drink at me! I should have them arrested! Do you know how much this tuxedo costs?" Ignoring him, you turned to face Mammon.

"Mams, Lucifer told me to check up on you and you weren't answering my calls. So I decided to come in person to make sure you were okay. But then I heard this asshole saying terrible things about you to his friends, calling you a liar and a cheater and all kinds of horrible names that you're not!"

Mammon was shocked to see you were struggling to fight off your tears, your lower lip quivering. "I know how caring and genuine and loving you are and I couldn't stand by while he said those things about you! None of it’s true!"

Overcome with emotion Mammon embraced you fiercely, shielding you from the other demon. "Oh, babe. Ya really are a special one.” Mammon gently stroked your hair and whispered in your ear. “I don't care about what he said, but thanks for sticking up for me. I love ya so much."

"Now let's make a run for it so that demon doesn't kill us."

Leviathan

Levi was slowly getting used to being in a relationship with you in public. At first, interactions were limited to the privacy of his room: cuddling and watching movies, gaming together, reading manga together. But now he looked forward to waiting for you after classes and walking home with you while holding hands.

His face got really red and he had a hard time making eye contact with you but still, he thought it was an improvement.

Right now he was waiting for you outside your classroom, scrolling through his D.D.D to kill time. Suddenly, he heard someone call your name.

“MC, you’re dating Levi right?” At the sound of his name he peeked in the window to see you cornered by three demons. He saw you nod. 

The demons began to barrage you with questions. “Why are you with a loser like that? Doesn’t he like never leave his room?” “He’s honestly the ugliest out of his family. I don’t believe that Levi and Asmo are related.” “You don’t actually find him attractive, do you?” “Are you with him ‘cause he’s like the easiest to control?” 

Each word felt like someone was piercing his heart. These were all things that he had thought or wondered himself, days when the darkness seemed to win over his mind. But to have them spoken out loud, especially in front of you, it was unbearable. It was as if his lowest and most shameful thoughts were being justified.

He was afraid to hear what your answers would be. Biting his lower lip, Levi turned to head home by himself but flinched at the loud sound of something slamming into the wall. He peeked inside the window again and saw you standing there, furious, your hands clenched into fists. You had apparently kicked one of the desks into the wall, black scuff marks clearly visible against the white paint.

“Alright, listen here you despicable fucks because I’m only going to say this once. My relationship with Levi is private, meaning all of your questions can be answered with ‘none of your damn business’. But since you’ve gone out of your way to waste my time, I’ll let you know this: Leviathan is more beautiful, inside and out, than any of you will ever be in your entire miserable lives. I honestly don’t think you deserve to breathe the same air as him and I hope Levi summons Lotan to devour the three of you."

Levi’s jaw was on the floor. He had never heard you speak that way. He had never had someone defend him so fiercely. His thoughts were interrupted by the classroom door suddenly slamming open as you walked out."

“Oh Levi, tell me you didn’t hear anything just now.” Your eyes were wide and you looked at him nervously.

Levi grabbed your hand and held it tight between two of his own. “I did, but it’s alright. Thanks for what you said.”

“Anything for my Lord of Shadows.”

Satan

Satan was heading to the library, your usual after-school spot. Some days you two spent hours there doing homework, reading, or just chatting quietly about your day before heading to dinner.

As he approached the table he saw you sitting down with a stranger seated opposite you. Leaning closer he was relieved to see it was a classmate you were friendly with, someone he knew you hung out with occasionally.

Satan was about to say hello when he stopped at the mention of his name. "MC, are you sure it's wise to be this involved with Satan?"

He quickly ducked behind a nearby bookshelf. Satan usually wasn't one to eavesdrop like this but the question concerned him.

"MC, I'm asking you for your sake. Satan is dangerous. He's violent and cruel. There are rumors about him beating up other demons and doing horrible things to them. What if he tries to hurt you too?"

Satan flinched. Sure his wrath had led him to do some destructive things before, but it was never without reason. Is this how you saw him as well? His thoughts began to spiral. What if you grew scared of him? Of his wrath? What if you flinched at his touch? That would hurt more than any of the rumors that swirled about him. 

Satan saw you take a deep breath before speaking. "Well, I appreciate you talking to me about this. I know you meant the best and were just thinking about me. But I promise you, you have nothing to be worried about. Satan would never hurt me."

He saw your friend shake their head, exasperated. "But you don't know that! What if one day he can't control himself and has an outburst or something?"

You replied carefully. "Satan is gentle. Incredibly so. He always treats me with nothing but respect and kindness. And Satan's not some kind of monster. He knows how to control himself and his powers. I love him. I really do. And until he decides to stop loving me, I want to be by his side."

He saw your friend huff irritably and get up to walk away. "Suit yourself, MC. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Satan took this as his cue to walk over. Your eyes brightened at the sight of him and you started to ask him about his day, acting as if nothing had happened. Satan played along for a bit, but then reached across the table for your hand and began playing with your fingers.

His hand was shaking. "I'll never stop loving you, you know. For as long as I live you're the only one for me. I love you, MC."

Asmodeus

Asmo was thrilled when you said you wanted to go dancing with him because he was usually the one pestering you to do things. He was having so much fun with you tonight, twirling you around on the dance floor and marveling how beautiful you looked under the shimmering lights of the club.

He was beginning to feel a bit hot, however, and excused himself to the bathroom, making sure you were safe on of the couches with a bottle of water in your hand.

Asmo had just finished touching up his makeup and adjusting his outfit when he heard two demons near the entrance of the bathroom gossiping loudly about him.

“Did you see what he was wearing tonight? He might as well have come naked instead of wearing those scraps of fabric he thinks counts as an outfit.” “My friend slept with Asmo once. She said he’s super easy, he’s willing to pretty much sleep with anyone.” “I bet him and that human won’t last another week. Once he’s done with them he’ll trash ‘em and move on to the next one, like he always does.”

Being the Avatar of Lust meant that Asmo had heard these kinds of comments before, whispered in the hallways at R.A.D or the dark hallways of nightclubs. It never really got easier listening to them though, and he realized he was biting down hard on his lower lip, his nails digging into his palm. 

Asmo contemplated what to do. He didn’t want to keep you waiting by yourself outside but he also didn’t want to run into the demons talking about him. Their comments affected him more than he thought they would. Maybe it was because you were involved. He wouldn’t do that to you. You knew that right? He would never treat you like a plaything.

Taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves Asmo schooled his face into an expression of careless indifference. He took a step outside, ready to greet his "fans", but was surprised to see that you had gotten there first.

And what a sight you were. Despite being much shorter than the two demons, it seemed you were the least bit intimidated. Your glare was ice cold as you gestured wildly at the two of them, and moving closer Asmo realized you were screaming.

"How fucking dare you say such vile things? You don't know the first thing about Asmo. You're really going to shame someone for what they wear?! For what they do in the privacy of their bedroom?!"

You pointed angrily at the demons, who seemed too stunned to move or say anything. "People like you make me fucking sick. You're despicable! Talking as if you're so high and mighty when all you do is judge others! How dare you? You cowards!"

Asmo could see you were getting more and more enraged and your hands were beginning to tremble. He leapt forward to stand between you and the demons and put his hands gently on your shoulders. Once he saw that you were okay, he gave you a passionate kiss, his mouth hot and needy against yours.

You kissed him back for a moment but moved away to hiss, "Karens, Asmo! Karens in the fucking Devildom, who would have thought?!"

"I know, darling. Let's head home. We can have a nice, relaxing bubble bath together."

Beelzebub

Beel was looking through the menu, deciding between a couple of his favorite dishes. It was your one year anniversary and despite his insistent protests, you had remained firm in your decision to pay for that night’s meal. Ever since you and Beel began dating, he pretty much always paid for your meals together because of how much he ate. But tonight, you wanted to be the one to treat him for once.

Beel knew you had secretly been saving up Grimm and he’d feel so guilty if you spent it all on him. Which was why he was trying to decide between a couple of different things, when normally he would have ordered everything on the page.

“Babe, please order whatever you want. I can practically see the thoughts turning in your head. I told you that I wanted to pay for tonight and I’m going to keep that promise. I want this to be a special night for us, so don’t worry about it.” Before he could protest, you called the waiter over.

Beel sighed and knew there was no changing your mind on this. You were incredibly stubborn when you wanted to be. He rattled off his usual order as the waiter frantically scribbled down notes, struggling to keep up. Once finished, Beel handed over the menus and smiled at how cute you looked, a mixture of pride and smugness on your face.

But your expression soon turned sour as you heard the conversation from a couple sitting a few tables over. Their voices were intentionally loud and they kept sneaking glances at your table as if to watch your reactions.

“Oh my lord, honey did you see how much food that guy just ordered? What an absolute pig!” “I saw, darling. I honestly pity his date right now, they must be soooo embarrassed.” “Is there anyone who wouldn’t be ashamed to be seen in public with such a selfish glutton?”

Beel’s heart felt like it had sunk. Embarrassed? Was MC embarrassed to be seen with him? Panicking, Beel thought back to all of the dates he’d had with MC so far. He realized that they ate out a good majority of the time they hung out, with Beel eating his normal enormous portions each time. Oh no, what had he done?

Head bowed, Beel slowly looked up at you, afraid to see what kind of expression you were making. But to his surprise, you didn’t look embarrassed or ashamed at all. You looked like you were going to murder someone.

He watched as you cleared your throat and then began speaking even more loudly than the couple had been. “OH BEEL, MY HANDSOME, KIND, LOVING, STRONG, SEXY, TALENTED BOYFRIEND. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! YOU’RE HONESTLY SO AMAZING AND ONE OF THE QUALITIES I LOVE ABOUT YOU MOST IS THAT YOU’RE NOT A JUDGMENTAL ASSHOLE WHO MAKES RUDE INAPPROPRIATE COMMENTS TO STRANGERS ABOUT THINGS THAT ARE NONE OF THEIR DAMN BUSINESS!” 

Beel felt his lips inch into a smile and he flushed with amusement and happiness. But you weren’t finished just yet. “EXCUSE ME WAITER?” 

Your waiter practically ran to the table and looked between you two nervously, then at the couple glaring daggers in your direction. “COULD YOU PLEASE BRING US ANOTHER MENU? MY BOYFRIEND WASN’T FINISHED WITH ORDERING WHAT HE WANTS. OH BEEL, I LOVE HOW MUCH YOU EAT. HOW COULD SOMEONE BE EMBARRASSED OF A WONDERFUL GUY LIKE YOU?”

Beel took the menu and began listing some more foods at random, not really paying attention. He was too busy thinking about how much he loved you, how nobody aside from Belphie had ever stood up for him like that, had protected him like that. His cheeks felt like they were about to split from how much he was smiling.

When the waiter finally left, looking frazzled, Beel made his way over to your side of the table. He knelt down and nuzzled into your neck before giving you a tender kiss on your forehead. “MC, you’re amazing.”

Belphegor

Belphie had to admit, the gardens were a pretty nice place for a nap. Earlier in the day you had practically dragged him outside claiming that you were bored of sleeping in his room. As if that was even possible.

At first he was pretty annoyed that you were making him get up and move around. But the newly washed picnic blanket, the cool breeze rustling through the trees, and the light smell of flowers in the air all contributed to a very nice environment for a nap.

Belphie rested his head on your lap, already feeling his eyelids growing heavier. Your fingers gently combed through his hair, lightly scratching against his scalp, and he practically purred.

He guessed he had been asleep for about ten minutes when he awoke to the sound of your voice and something prodding against his knee.

Irritated at the disturbance, Belphie looked up to see two R.A.D students he recognized for always causing trouble. He looked over to see you scowling and guessed you had been telling them to leave so they wouldn't wake him up.

One of the students leered down, blocking out the light, and used the tip of his foot to poke Belphie's knee again. "Well the two of you make an odd fucking pair, huh?” He sneered, “Personally, I don’t date people who have MURDERED me in the past but what do I know? Love works in all kinds of mysterious ways.” You flinched as if someone had slapped you and Belphie growled, his hands curling into fists.

The other student leaned down to clap Belphie on the shoulder. “I gotta admit I didn’t know you had it in you, chief! I always thought you were...” He gave Belphie a once-over before adding “Well, everyone thinks you’re a bit fucking useless, eh? But I’m glad to see you’re capable of something.”

Belphie opened his mouth to reply venomously but was interrupted by the most horrifying sound coming from your mouth. It sounded like a combination of wailing and screeching as fat tears rolled down your cheeks. It was difficult to hear what exactly you were saying because of how hard you were crying, but Belphie could make out “How could you say that?!” and “Leave him alone!” among the screams. 

The two students had their hands over their ears, their faces twisted into grimaces of pain. One shouted, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Worried, Belphie put a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to calm you down but you shrugged it off, continuing to cry and wail. Pretty soon other students began gathering around you, whispering amongst themselves and looking to see what all the noise and commotion was about. It was difficult to ignore you when you kept yelling things like “You’re horrible! Horrible! Leave us alone!” 

The two instigators looked at each other for a brief moment before deciding to run off, not wanting to get involved any further. And as soon as they left, it was like a switch had been turned off. You stopped crying and screaming immediately. If he hadn’t been there from the beginning, Belphie never would have guessed that you had been crying. Your face was perfectly calm and you sat relaxed with your hands folded, the picture of innocence.

“Belphie, don’t worry about what those two idiots said. We’ve talked about it enough and we’ve both worked it out, haven’t we? And you’re not useless. You know how much I love you and care about you. You mean so much to me.” 

Belphie leaned over to take your hand in his trembling one. He reached down to brush a stray leaf out of your hair before whispering, “MC, you’re fucking terrifying sometimes. I love you.”

[sang-woos]

distractions - cho sang-woo

word count; 5k cw: dom!sang-woo, sub!sang-woo, brat!sang-woo, thigh riding, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, untouched orgasms, choking, slapping, denied orgasms. authors note; i'm sorry this took so long to post but here it finally is! i' now going to start working on the requests that i have in my inbox so keep an eye out for those! plus i'm on annual leave next week so hopefully plenty of time to write. pure smut btw, pure smut!

The tapping of your feet captured Sang-woo’s attention almost immediately but not in the way that you had wanted. A simple sigh, a quick look at your face twisted with impatience and then nothing, pure ignorance. You took a quick glance at the endless amounts of paperwork on the desk in front of him, contracts that needed to be read and signed by the end of the day and the payroll needed doubling checking due to an issue the previous month.

“Do you not have someone to do all this for you?” you asked as you clicked your nails on the desk.

Sang-woo took a deep breath, his patience wearing thin. “Do you not have someone else to be other than here?” You had been here for over an hour now and had been no help at all, only a distraction that he secretly adored.

“What’s wrong with me being here? I am your wife after all…”

“You are also very distracting so how about you go and do something else instead of distracting me? This is very important - “

“I’ll be as silent as a mouse if you want me to be,” you interrupted, although the smirk on your face told Sang-woo that you were indeed not going to be silent. “I just want your attention…” you mumbled quietly after a mere minute of being silent and still.

Sang-woo chuckled and ignored you, continuing to flip through all of the contracts, his lips wrapped around the end of the pen as he read through the endless amount of information. The small smirk on his face dropped however when you outstretched your leg underneath the desk and ran your foot along Sang-woo’s clothed leg, hoping it would make him look up at you. Of course, he didn’t move or batter an eyelid and pretended to not be interested in your clinginess even though he secretly loved it.

“It’s a Friday evening and we are here, in your office when we could be elsewhere,” you began, foot moving slowly. “We could be having a drink at a nice bar, spending our money on expensive restaurants, could even be in bed, sinful things happening - “

“Stop,” Sang-woo said suddenly, his face stern. His hand reached underneath the desk to forcefully remove your foot from his leg, your foot hitting the ground with a thud. “I need to do this work, all right? You will have my full attention when it’s done but until then, please just keep that mouth of yours shut.”

Despite his words, you could tell that Sang-woo was being affected by your actions. He was now scribbling down notes with more of a rush, skillfully making his way through two contracts in a short amount of time, a terrible signature printed to the bottom of the pages. You hated how much of a workaholic Sang-woo could sometimes be, although he was a deadly serious businessman. It didn’t change the fact that you sometimes wished he would be more carefree and relaxed with the business. Sang-woo was clever and brilliant and the most fantastic man that you had ever been in love with, probably the only man that you had ever truly loved. Yet, his attitude towards his work was admirable but sometimes annoyingly infuriating.

You were going to play a game with him, it would make the time pass quicker that way.

“Do you know it’s been over a week since you fucked me, Sang-woo? It’s been a whole week since I felt your cock inside me, since you bent me over and showed me who the fuck i belonged too.” You stood up and walked over to Sang-woo’s side of the desk, ignoring the look of warning that he gave you, before standing behind him and running your hands across his shoulders and down his chest. Leaning down slowly, you placed your mouth close to Sang-woo’s ear and seductively whispered, “Been over two weeks since I felt your mouth on my clit? Two weeks since I had your fingers inside of me, do you remember? Do you remember how much of a good girl I was for you?”

Sang-woo leaned back against your touch and painfully shook his head. “I have to work.”

“And I have to be fucked, Sang-woo. I want to be fucked by you, the man that I love. I want you all over me, I want your cum, I want your cock, I want your fingers and I especially want those pretty lips on my clit.”

“Continue to speak to me in this manner and I’ll have no choice but to bend you over this desk and punish you for your filthy words when you know how busy and stressed I am,” Sang-woo breathed, your words getting to him and rushing straight to his cock but he was doing his everything to remain nonchalant, he wasn’t going to give into you that easily, especially when you had been acting like a brat since you had first arrived at his office.

“That’s what I want,” you whispered, pressing a quick kiss against Sang-woo’s ear and then his neck a few times. “You don’t even have to do much, you can simply just lay down and let me do all the work, hmm? Let me help you relax, I know how busy this last week has been for you and I want to make you feel good and I want to feel good too because of you.”

Sang-woo finally placed the pen down as he started to relax, the expensive perfume that you were wearing intoxicating, the scent reminding him of all the times you had worn it when his cock had been buried deep inside of you and his face had been pressed into your neck. “How do you plan on helping me relax, sweetheart?”

“You always look so perfect with my legs on either side of your face so I think we will start there, what do you think?”

Tilting his head to the side to look at you, Sang-woo finally acknowledged your presence properly. His breathing had become slightly irrational as your mouth continued to work it’s way down the soft skin on his neck, his aftershave making you weak at the knees. You gently pressed kisses against his skin, occasionally sucking and biting down in hopes of getting him riled up enough that he would go through with what you had been wanting.

The sun was slowly starting to set and the sound of the workers had turned into nothing as they all had left after working their shifts. You were going to be alone, no-one there to accidently walk in on you as you sat on Sang-woo’s face, no-one to ring the telephone and take away your husband. Although, even if there were still people in the office area, you most likely still would have gotten on your knees for him, your neediness for him coming on strong at any given moment.

All Sang-woo ever had to do was click his fingers and you would be over there straight away, begging to be fucked with a flutter of your eyelashes and a smile on your perfectly painted lips. Sang-woo, ever the gentleman, was always ready to give you whatever you wanted sexually and was eager to please you whenever he could but work had been mounting up and taking over the majority of the evenings, splitting up the time that you would usually spend together.

It wasn’t even just the sexual element that you missed. You missed being able to lay beside him and have his warmth cover you and you missed focusing on his breathing and the sound of his heart beating as you laid with your head on his chest. You missed his fingers that would lightly trail across your waist and soft stomach causing goosebumps to rise across your body. You missed the soft kisses you would share after being intimate, all soft and lazy and wet as you got drunk off each other. You missed him, every part of him.

Sang-woo’s coat and suit jacket had been discarded when the sun had started to shine through one of the windows, the summer heat warming the room up within minutes. The head had caused sweat to form across Sang-woo’s forehead and the glow made him radiate even more than usual and cause his hair to fall down onto his forehead slightly, the gel that he applied every single morning no longer working. He was perfect.

“As lovely as that sounds, you really will have to wait until later. If I don’t get all of this finished then I am going to get into trouble and I don’t fancy being screamed at - “ Sang-woo cut himself off with a quiet gasp as you sunk your teeth into his skin. “You really want this darling, don’t you?” he asked, a small moan slipping through his lips as you left a small mark on his neck.

“Has it not been obvious since the minute I walked in here that I wanted your mouth, cock and fingers.”

You moved around so you could straddle Sang-woo’s thigh, grinding down slightly so you could show him what you needed and craved. Sang-woo’s arm immediately wrapped around your waist, either to stop you or help you move along, you weren’t too sure which one. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you tried to tell Sang-woo what you desired through your eyes but Sang-woo was not an idiot, he knew every inch of you and always knew you were thinking and wanting, there were so many warning signs. He knew something like this would happen when you suddenly turned up at the office with your skirt shorter than usual, your hair in a high pony which just made him want to grab it, the seductive smile on your face that you wore so well and the way you would constantly lean forward to show off some of your cleavage. Sang-woo had been hard almost the entire time you had been in the office, he wasn’t going to admit to that though.

“It’s ridiculously obvious,” he replied quietly as he hiked your skirt up around your waist, the grip on your waist then getting stronger. “However, I am a busy man and if you want to get yourself off then you have no choice but to do it on my thigh, exactly like this,” he suggested as he helped you move along, his eyes dark as he listened to your soft whimpers. It felt amazingly good and as much as you loved the feeling of his clothed thigh running across your underwear, you needed more from him.

“I need your mouth, Sang-woo.”

You placed your head in Sang-woo’s neck as you patiently waited for his response. You continued to move yourself along his thigh, your mouth leaving marks along his skin as you softly moaned against him. Sang-woo’s hand had moved to your lower back, slightly up your shirt, and the skin-on-skin contact made your heart race even more than before.

“How badly do you want me?”

“So bad, darling, so bad,” you mewled, your fingers tightening around Sang-woo’s locks.

With one quick, and very sudden movement, Sang-woo had picked you up and was moving over to the sofa in the corner of his office, an investment he wasn’t quite sure about when he first upgraded to the office but something he was now thankful for. His mouth attached to yours as he kissed you and you loved how easy it was for Sang-woo to give into your every need and desire, even if it did sometimes take a little bit of perusasion.

Sang-woo placed himself perfectly on the sofa as he dragged you up his body with just his hands, his fingers hooking onto your underwear eagerly as he pulled on them, no longer ashamed to admit that he was desperate to have you sat on his face. He had soon decided that the paperwork, contracts and payroll could wait - your needs and love came before anything else.

“I think you best get up here then, don’t you?”

Sang-woo tapped his cheeks twice, his own grin mirroring yours as you quickly stood up to get rid of the lacy red underwear you were wearing, flinging it across the office space before you moved to straddle Sang-woo’s body once more. With your hands on his chest, you pushed Sang-woo so he was laid flat against the expensive looking sofa that was going to become another victim to yours and Sang-woo’s filthy sins.

“Happily, love.”

As sensually as you could make it, you placed your thumb against Sang-woo’s mouth, dragging his bottom lip down as you smirked at him. You even planned to go a little further, slightly humiliate Sang-woo by making him suck on your thumb but just as you were making your attempt, Sang-woo’s large hands were wrapped around your small wrist, stilling and shocking you.

“As much as I’d like to give you what you want, we need to remember the rules and what’s rule number one?”

“You’re in charge,” you replied shamefully, tilting your head to the side with fake innocence plastered on every feature. “I just want to make you feel good, baby.”

“And I want you to show me how much of a good girl you can be for me even though you have spent the last two hours being a disobedient little brat.” Sang-woo was looking up at you, dominance darkening his eyes and his mouth spilling out words that only you would ever hear from him. “I want to taste you and I want you to sit on my face - is that understood?” You nodded your head quickly, only just managing to release your grip from Sang-woo. “Now get up here because I want to taste you and I want to taste you now.”

Nodding, you began your journey up Sang-woo’s body, your mouth itching to kiss every inch of skin that was thankfully exposed to you, the glow of him ever so glamorous and appealing. The look of hunger in his eyes too - well, it was enough to make you cum there and then. He was complete and utter perfection, every part of him all yours and beautiful and wanting and needy and desperate and you loved him, you truly loved every part of him.

Grabbing the hem of your shirt, you pulled it over your body and placed it on the floor gently, not wanting to ruin the expensive shirt that Sang-woo had kindly purchased for you only weeks beforehand. You were completely naked on top of him now, even the skirt you once wore discarded when you had got rid of your underwear. Sang-woo stared at you lovingly, admiring every curve of your soft body, the way you move skillfully on top of him, he loved every part of you. That was until he watched your next actions.

You ran your hand across his stomach and moved slightly backwards, ignoring Sang-woo when he outstretched his hands to move you forwards.

“I am in charge,” you responded, lightly slapping Sang-woo’s hand away when he made another attempt to touch you.

Rubbing yourself against Sang-woo’s cock, you almost came there and then from how hard he was underneath you, all because of you and your words and actions. A few curse words slipped from your mouth as you flattened your hand against Sang-woo’s crisp, white button-up shirt in an attempt to steady yourself. Sang-woo’s bottom lip was between his teeth as he watched how delicately you rolled your hips against his cock, your face scrunching up with pleasure just from the sound of Sang-woo’s low groans and soft moans.

“Up here,” he managed to say, words shaky as he grabbed your hand and dragged you down, your bare chest now pressed against his clothed chest. “This is your last warning to stop acting like a brat and do as you are told for once. If not, I will leave you in this room on your own and I won’t touch you for another week. Do you understand me?” Gulping, you agreed with a firm nod of your head. “You know what to do, doll.”

With a wide grin and soaking pussy, you placed both your hands on the arm of the sofa that was behind Sang-woo’s head as you lifted your body up and moved so you were hovering above his face. Sang-woo had made himself comfortable and was trying his hardest to keep calm, not wanting to rush any of this. Two weeks without your taste had been torture for him and Sang-woo wanted to enjoy every drop of your sweet wetness, he didn’t know when he was going to get it again with work being how it was.

His strong hands gripped your thighs as he delved in, a moan bursting his mouth around your clit. You jumped forward as your mouth parted into a perfect circle, no sound leaving as you grabbed the arm of the sofa for dear life. Your thighs squeezed together against the side of his face as you moved in sync with his tongue, your hips rolling against the wetness of his tongue a few times before he squeezed your thighs hard and signalled for you to stop.

Looking down in between your legs, you couldn’t help but moan at the sight of your lover, his hair teasing you and desperate to be pulled on. Your head was thrown back as you whispered his name over and over again, your voice becoming higher with every syllable before breaking up into a loud moan, pleasure cruising through every part of your body. Small licks against your clit were becoming more distressed, the humming from his moans causing you to lift up from his face, only for a small chuckle to slip from your lips when he dragged you back down and perched you on his face with more force.

To grab his hair was a temptation you couldn’t give into, at least not yet. Even Sang-woo hadn’t said anything, you knew that you were not to remove your hands from the sofa at all whilst he was eating your pussy - a punishment already swimming around in Sang-woo’s head as he knew you would ultimately end up disobeying him, just like you did with everything else when you wanted your own way. Sang-woo didn’t have to vocalise the rules anymore, he just expected you to behave yourself and respect what was put in place and you did respect them but with his hair looking as tempting as it did and the way his tongue was skilfully bringing you to the edge of orgasm, you couldn’t control it. Was the punishment that bad anyways? Plus, there was absolutely nothing better than having your husband fully in your control.

“Do you like that, my lovely?” Sang-woo asked, pulling away for only a brief moment before going straight back in again, his dark locks tickling the inside of your thighs and adding to the pleasure you were already recieving from his mouth. “Fuck, you taste so good, the absolute best…”

You could hardly reply to his comments, your mind going to the feeling of Sang-woo’s cold rings pressing against your skin, a reminder of the how harsh they had felt against your skin the last time you had disobeyed him. Yet, it felt so good. The memory of being bent over the counter and his hand furiously slamming against your ass, leaving imprints of his rings and large red marks that echoed his hand. You hadn’t been able to sit down for a couple of days without the reminder of why you behaved for your husband and didn’t disrespect him or act like a horny brat when he had politely invited you out for a work meal with fellow employees and other important businessmen.

Sang-woo did not need words from you however, your moans and whimpers telling him everything that he needed to know. Cockiness sparkled in his eyes as you felt him press a smirk shaped kiss against the inside of your thighs, tasting your wetness that had involuntarily slipped down your soft skin.

“I’ll do this every day if you wanted me too, darling. You’ve been such a good girl for me, you treat me so well - “

Temptation was too much and when Sang-woo returned his heavenly lips to your core, you decided to play with the devil once more. Pushing your hand in between your thighs, you gripped onto Sang-woo’s hair, tugging softly and then harshly, your hips moving along his face as you found the most beautiful rhythm that had Sang-woo’s eyes wide as he looked up at you, not once stopping his mouth from continuing it’s torturous assault. God, you loved him.

Sang-woo lapped at your wetness, the feeling of your fingers tightening around his hair making his cock impossibly hard as it waited patiently for you to get on your knees and close your soft mouth around it before going to town, making him orgasm harder than he had ever orgasmed before.

With all the willpower that you had, you lifted your hips so you could fully look at Sang-woo from above, His eyes were dark and his mouth and chim were soaked as they glistened in the bright lighting of the office. His tongue flicked out to gather your warmth from his lips, humming in appreciation as he continued to taste you on his tongue and take everything in. God, he loved you.

“You best get ready for tonight, you know,” he grumbled, pressing the pad of his thumb against your clit and swirling it around nice and slowly - chuckling lowly when you twitched due to the movement. “I don’t like disobedience and you know this yet you still continue to defy me every time, don’t you?” At Sang-woo’s words, you began to move your hands away and back to the sofa so you could let him think that he was in control once again - however, the shake of his head confused you greatly and you tilted your head at him as he growled a no. “I want you to have your fun, leave your hands exactly where they are and pull harder,” he said before pulling you down so you were completely flat against his face, no room for him to breath until he said so.

His tongue entered you in a needy way as he tasted every single inch of you. The sound of your wetness, moans and whimpers, along with Sang-woo’s own sounds of pleasure was all that could be heard in the room as you pulled on his hair harshly, the action only encouraging Sang-woo to delve his tongue deeper into you as he ate you out like he had never done before. There was no denying the fact that you were going to be covered in bruises along your hips and thighs but it didn’t mattter, there would be plenty more when you returned home and Sang-woo had his unholy way with you.

When he needed air, Sang-woo pulled back and gave himself a few seconds to collect himself whilst also looking up at your face, checking to see you was okay and how close you were to finishing all over his face. He admired you briefly, taking in your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing, the way your mouth was slightly open and your hips twitched as you waited for him. Sang-woo wanted to take a photo and stare at it for the rest of his life, you were an absolute angel in the office lightening with your hair all over the place and glistening skin, your lips slightly swollen from where you had been biting down on them.

“Are you going to come for me, doll?” Sang-woo asked, his words broken up as he was unable to tear himself away from your clit for more than a few seconds. “I need you to answer me otherwise - “

“Stop thinking that you are in charge,” you interrupted, tugging harder on his locks. You slipped one hand from his hair and down to his throat as you moved down slightly and hovered above him. “Behave yourself and do what I say and maybe then, I will suck your cock until you are begging me to stop.” Sang-woo stared at you with wide eyes, his mouth fully shut as you wrapped your hand tighter around his throat, the hand in his hair also tightening up. “How can you act like you are in control when you look like this, hmm? You’re cock is so ridiclously hard and i’ve not even touched it, are you going to come in your underwear, Sang-woo?”

“Shut up.”

“Don’t tell the person who has their hand wrapped around your throat to shut up,” you replied, tightening your hand once more and then untightening it as a warning. You moved yourself further down until you was straddling his stomach, one hand leaving his hair but the other remaining on his neck. “So pretty darling, you’re so pretty and you looked so fucked right now.”

Sang-woo moaned lightly at your words and you felt his hips buck, “Sit on my cock, please. Let me fill you up with my cum, there’s going to be so much. Please.”

Oh, how quickly the roles reversed.

The hand that was once wrapped in his hair, was no flat against his cheek as you gave him a mild smack, silencing him completely. Sang-woo moaned ridiculously loudly at your actions and his hips bucked once more, he was so close and he knew it.

“I’ll do what i want to do - “

“No,” Sang-woo said with a smirk, he knew what he was doing. “Ride my cock.”

“Behave yourself.”

“Ride my cock,” he muttered although he made no attempt to move you further down his body. “Scared to ride my cock, hey?” Another slap landed on Sang-woo’s cheek.

“Do you like being slapped or something?” You released your hand from Sang-woo’s throat for a short amount of time but you saw his eyes, watched as they become desperate to have your hands back on him, he was such a needy boy when he wanted to be. “You like being slapped and you like having my hand wrapped around your throat, hmm?”

“Not like,” Sang-woo whispered, a gleeful smile on his face when you returned one hand to his hair, the other to his neck and pressed down. “I fucking love it.”

With your legs on either side of Sang-woo’s waist, you admired him from a distance. There was no-one else in the world that saw Sang-woo like this, entirely vulnerable and with all of his guards down. There was something ever so special about it, spectacular almost, just knowing that you was the only person on the planet who got to see such a beautiful creation, covered in your juices and completely fucked without being touched.

“Please,” he whispered softly, eyes slowly shutting as he waited for your next month. He needed to taste you again, needed you to taste him, need you wrapped around his cock all nice and tight and wet, fuck he needed anything. He was so sexually frustrated and he was so ridicilously turned on that he was sure the slightest touch would have his coming everywhere.

You shook your head and then tilted your head from side to side mockingly when your hand wrapped itself tighter around his throat. “Do you deserve it?” you asked, chuckling sardonically when Sang-woo whimpered and shook his head. “So, why should I give you what you want?”

“Because you love me,” he tried. “And i’ve been such a good boy for you, haven’t I? Should let me taste you again.”

Tugging on his hair and moving yourself back up to his face was your only response, your voice failing you. A serious of whimpers and moans from Sang-woo had you moving closer to the edge, the burning feeling in your stomach so close to being released but like always, Sang-woo could read you so easily. Your shaking legs and increased loudness had Sang-woo pulling away without a second thought as he pushed you off his body and towards the end of the sofa.

You groaned out ansd climbed back up in his body in hopes that he would give in but you should have known better. Sang-woo didn’t mind you holding the charge at certain points as long as you remembered that he would always ultimately be the one who dictated the rules and if you couldn’t remember that and needed a reminder - he was more than happy to give you one.

With another push, you felt yourself falling to the floor and on your knees besides Sang-woo’s body, your whole body feeling like jelly after being denied an orgasm. You mentally cursed yourself, and Sang-woo, as you looked up at him with pleasing eyes but Sang-woo ignored your gaze as he sat himself up and leaned against the back of the sofa, his arm reaching over to the coffee table to light a cigarette.

“Do you want me to suck your cock? Is that what you want? Do you want to cum first?” you asked, moving yourself into a more comfortable position in between Sang-woo’s legs.

He stared down at you as a cigarette hung loosely from his lips, his work suit now a mess and his breathing laboured. There was a smirk on his glistening mouth as he watched you undo his trouser buttons, waiting for your reaction. “I’ve already come, lovely,” he said, his mouth sucking on the filter of his cigarette. Sang-woo sat up lightly and grabbed the hand that wasn’t pressed against his wet boxers. “All because of these pretty hands in my hair,” he whispered against your knuckles, pressing delicate kisses along the skin.

“And you didn’t even let me have a taste?” you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes as your hand pressed against his clothed cock, a small hiss coming from Sang-woo.

“Did you deserve a taste?”

“Always.” You grinned at him as he handed you the cigarette, your cunt pulsing as he leaned back against the sofa and nodded down to his cock. “You want to taste my cum, you best get sucking on my cock then.”