#the man gets off on the thought of her smashing her bodyguard

[kankuroplease]

RE: Tsau Hinata would say she doesn’t have kinks; either get her off or she’s going to get off. End of story.

Now anyone that’s actually been with her would say that’s a lie. She’s very much has BDSM tendencies and preferences when she’s feeling more frisky, such as; CBT, impact play, sounding, pegging, chastity play, face sitting, and orgasm denial.

Do you reckon she would also potentially be into cuckolding and humiliation? Or maybe a milder version where she's the (obvs) vixen hotwife and her partner a willing stag?

Considering Toneri is her intended partner, he’d be into it all. The man has no shame, none. A Vixen and Stag relationship would be what would happen anyways because he’d be enjoying the show. Especially if the selected person leans on the taboo side of things.  Debauchery ✨

Hinata is just very selective and she knows Toneri will no doubt take this as a chance to overstimulate her as he gets carried away with a wand💀

[moonstruckme]

Would you be willing to do a bodyguard!Sirius fic where they’re both pining and there’s so much cute banter but then something real goes down and Sirius goes into full guard dog protective mode, soft with reader and aggressive to anyone else??????

Thanks love!

cw: violence

bodyguard!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” you say, trying again to steal the handles of your shopping bags from Sirius’ grasp. He holds them away from you, the wind of a passing car barely moving the bags with all the clothes weighing them down. 

“Careful, or I’ll accidentally drop them in the street,” he teases, bringing the bags back to his side. He’s carrying three in one hand, the other kept free as a precaution. “And you’re not actually that difficult to persuade, dollface. You know a reasonable argument when you hear it.” 

You scoff. “How is ‘buy six of the same top’ a reasonable argument?” 

“Because it looks good on you, and they had it in six colors. Easy.” 

“But red? I look awful in red.” 

“You don’t look awful, ever.” Sirius makes a derisive sound. “You’re just not used to seeing yourself in red. You look good in every color.” 

You roll your eyes, about to retort when a shout rings out behind you. You turn, Sirius placing a protective hand on your arm, but it does nothing to stop the momentum of the figure running at you. 

The air is knocked out of you as a masked man barrels into your middle, barely slowing as he throws you over his shoulder. 

Sirius yells, and you look up to see he’s dropped the bags and is wrestling a knife away from his neck—your heart lurches—twisting the wrist of another man until he drops it. 

A third is running behind you. They’re all wearing ski masks. The one you can see barely has the holes over his eyes, like he’d pulled it on hastily before running at you. 

He reaches up to press a cloth to your mouth. Your arms are pinned by the hold of the man carrying you, but you kick and buck for all you’re worth, thrashing your head about until the guy behind you gives up and lowers the cloth. 

You suck in air to scream, and something crashes into you from the side. Your face smashes into the ground. You twist onto your side as quickly as you can, hands up to ward off the new threat, but this new person isn’t masked. The third man, the one who’d put the cloth to your mouth, hesitates less than a second before taking off, another member of your detail digging her knee into the first man’s back as she works to pin his arms behind him. A second later, and Mark—who must have been the first shout you heard, he was supposed to be guarding your back—is there with her, helping to wrestle your attacker’s hands into zip-ties. You think distantly that you’d always considered them carrying zip-ties ridiculous, because what would they need those for? Now you know. 

A hand grips your chin, and then you’re looking into Sirius’ worried gray eyes. “Are you okay?” he pants. His voice is rough and curt, at odds with the gentleness of his touch on your face. 

“I—” You glance to the man beside you, who’s gone obstinately silent as your two other guards fire questions at him. 

“Hey.” Sirius’ voice is near pleading. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage. “Yeah.” 

His shoulders slump in relief, but none of the tension leaves his face. “Mark!” he barks towards the other two. “Julie’s got him, go get the other guy.” 

Mark nods and takes off in the direction the third man had run, and Sirius turns back to you, the crease between his brows not leaving but gentling. “I saw them put something on your face. You didn’t breathe in?” 

“I didn’t,” you confirm. Just like he’d taught you, back when you’d thought his little lessons would always be pointless. 

“Good girl.” He takes your face in both hands, pressing a firm kiss between your brows. “Great job, sweetheart, that’s not easy.” 

Movement from your left makes you flinch, and you look over to see Julia trying to wrangle your attacker—now unmasked, and all but snarling at you—into the van. In a flash, Sirius is between you. 

“Keep fucking looking at her like that, and see what happens.” His voice is the kind of cold where even snow won’t fall. Even though you’re the one he’s protecting, you go rigid. 

The man’s expression goes slack, and he’s dumbstruck enough for Julia to get him the rest of the way into the van with little hassle. Sirius turns back to you, the severity melting from his features. 

“Sorry, baby.” The pet name seems to slip out unbidden, and he almost flinches himself, shying away from you as if embarrassed. The next words come quieter. “Sometimes you have to be extra harsh with these guys, but I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“You didn’t,” you say, and you mean it, the sheepishness in his expression unfamiliar but somewhat comforting considering the equally alien ferocity you’d just witnessed. 

“Fuck, you’re shaking all over,” he breathes, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to him. It’s an awkward sort of hug, you sitting and Sirius crouched so that both of your legs get in the way, but he makes the most of it, scrubbing his hand up and down on your shoulder blade with reassuring firmness. 

You close your eyes, relishing the contact, the safety of his touch. Then you remember the knife. You open your eyes as he pulls back, finding the tiny line of red over his Adam's apple. 

“Are you okay?” It’s little more than a croak, tears coming unbidden to clog your throat. 

“Me?” He follows your gaze, touching two fingers to the mark. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, it’s just a graze. It’s nothing. Your cheek, though…” He looks crestfallen. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. This should never have happened.” 

“I’m okay,” you promise him, though now that he mentions it, your cheek is stinging. You must have scraped it on the sidewalk. It feels raw. “I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder, my arms—”

“You did everything you could,” he says firmly. “Listen, of course I want you to fight like hell in any situation like that—and you did a great job of it—but it’s my job to make sure you never have to.”

“It was bound to happen eventually,” you say quietly, and something like pain passes across Sirius’ face. He rubs your shoulder delicately. 

“Not today,” he says, matching your volume. 

Maybe not today, you think, but would it matter if it had happened tomorrow instead? He’d always blame himself. “Agree to disagree?” 

“Easy for you to say.” He grins sharply, back to the joking boy you know. “You’re not the one who’s going to get yelled at by Remus when he sees what’s happened to your face.” 

“I’ll get him to lay off,” you reassure him. 

“Yeah, good fucking luck with that.”

[myfictionaldreams]

You Belong To Me // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: These girls knew you were dating Steve and Bucky, so why is it that they thought it was ok to have their hands all over them?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome, smut/angst/fluff, Dom/Sub, role reversal, possessive sex, jealousy, threats of violence, size difference, car sex, rough sex, riding, multiple orgasms, cum shots, creampies, breeding kink (kinda), handjobs, oral (m and f receiving), body worship, praise kink, marking, begging

Words: 8.9k

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“A strong woman may remain silent when people talk behind her back. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t notice. It simply means she chooses not to waste her energy on foolishness. She has more important things to do”. ~ A quote by someone much stronger than you that was for damn sure.

Anger was an emotion that you didn’t experience often and why would you? You were in a happy and safe relationship with two of the most powerful men in Brooklyn, the biggest inconvenience in your life was whether you had pasta or potato for dinner.

Today however, you felt an unstoppable rage that curled in the pit of your stomach, your blood pumping violently through your veins as it felt like you hadn’t blinked in over 10 minutes, jaw now aching from how hard you were clenching it.

“You look like you’re about to rip someone’s head off, Boss Lady. Do I need to be worried?” Sam Wilson asks as he leans against the bar next to the stool you were currently sitting on.

You didn’t rush to reply to your bodyguard, instead lifting the glass you held firmly in your grip to your lips, sipping the alcohol that was strong enough that it burned as it passed down your throat and into the infernal rage in your stomach. Your nostrils flared as you rested your glass back into your lap, trying to take a deep breath as you watched the scene in front of you.

There were two of them. Two women that knew that Steve and Bucky were both your partners, in fact, you’d been introduced to them as Mrs Rogers-Barnes as per Steve’s request, even though you weren’t married, it was just his way of showing who you belonged to. Especially as you were in public and there was nothing more public than the party you were all attending as guests for Steve’s good friend and ally Thor.

The blonde, long-haired giant was very much a lady's man and seemed to have invited half of the female population of Brooklyn. Not that this was an issue, it was actually nice to spend some time with women as you spent so much time around dangerous men and you also felt confident with Steve and Bucky around women, they never even glanced away from you, EVER.

So this was why you had left with Sam to go and get another drink, already enjoying the alcoholic buzz in your veins and wishing for it to continue, however, this gave the perfect opportunity for these two women to flock to your boys.

It had been funny at first, seeing them being completely ignored by your two hulking boyfriends, their back turning as soon as the two girls approached. But this didn’t seem to affect their confidence, persistence and audacity to then lay hands against Bucky’s arm and Steve’s back. This was where you had reached your limit and then when they physically pushed between your boyfriends so they had to look at the girls, well now you were seeing red.

Steve and Bucky were YOURS. Even though you could see them continue to try and move away, how dare these girls, - who knew that the boys were taken - continued to flirt and talk and touch what was yours and just how far they would actually go to get the boy's attention, you didn’t want to find out.

Finishing your drink in a single swig, you placed your glass back onto the bar, slightly surprised that it didn’t smash with the force in which you placed it, before sliding down from the stool. However, a firm hand wrapped around your upper arm, halting your movements as you turned your violent gaze away from the girls and up to Sam.

“What?!”, you asked, voice dripping with poison and promises of fury. Sam’s eyes widen slightly having never heard this tone from you before and you instantly felt remorseful, muscles in your shoulders relaxing slightly, “sorry”, you apologised for your tone.

“I know you’ve got some evil mastermind plan to go over there and whack them one, but don’t do anything out of anger. I’m more than happy to shoot my way out of a situation for you but we’re in a room half filled with gang members that won’t hesitate to shoot if there’s suddenly a fight”.

You released a heavy sigh knowing he was right as you glanced back at the girls, seeing them laughing obnoxiously whilst trying to push their bodies closer to your boys who still continued to try and step away. “Fuck, I want to punch them so badly”, you huffed under your breath.

Sam chuckled deeply, having never seen you this angry before, usually in these sorts of situations you’d be completely overwhelmed, anxious and upset. Clearly, the alcohol was acting as a liquid courage, your anxieties were pushed to the back of your mind.

“Yeah, I’m sure you do”, Sam continued, feeling uncomfortable with the way the girls were acting, noticing the way Natasha was now trying to move them away as she was the boy’s bodyguard. “I’m sure that Boss and Bucky would love nothing more than to see you be their knight in shining armour but I’m just saying - be careful for me… please? Make my life a little easier”, he joked, not letting go of your arm as he tried to catch your eye.

The corner of your lip quipped up slightly, looking up at him, his kind eyes meeting yours, “And what do you suppose I do? Let them continue to touch MY boyfriends? They’re mine!”

You’d never been this verbally possessive, never having been in this mindset before.

“You can do whatever you want Sweetheart and I’ll be there to back you up, no matter what, I’m just saying to take a breathe and think about what you’re doing”.

Sam was right, he always was so you took a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth and straightened your spine. Sam seemed to believe that you’d calmed enough as he released the grip on your arm.

“You good?” he asked, resting his hands on your shoulders, giving you a little shake.

“Yeah, I’m good”, you responded.

Turning on the spot, you looked back towards Steve and Bucky who were now looking at you with a quizzical expression, eyes brightening as you finally approached where they were. However you didn’t stop directly next to them, no, you strutted straight for the girls who were a few feet away now thanks to Natasha’s perseverance but they still looked over towards your boyfriends.

You hoped you looked as deadly as you felt, a sly smirk on your lips, shoulders rolled back as you stopped in front of the two girls who were taller than you but this didn’t knock your confidence, as you spoke loud enough that your voice cut through the music, keeping it in a sickly sweet tone. “I see the way you’re looking at them”, you pointed your head in the direction of Steve and Bucky who were watching the exchange intently, Natasha to their left with a proud smirk plastered to her beautiful face and you could feel Sam close behind you still.

The girls looked up and down your body, their eyes full of judgement and disdain, one of them sucked on their teeth, tilting her head to the side, “And who are you supposed to be?”

You looked her directly into her soulless eyes, “Oh you know exactly who I’m supposed to be”. This confidence was something you’d never experienced before, gone was the timid, highly anxious girl, when it came to your boyfriends, no one would get in the way of your protection even if they didn’t necessarily need it. To be disrespected in front of you with the lack of shits given by the two girls, you weren’t going to let them get away with it.

One of the girls, who sucked her teeth stepped forward so you were only a foot away from each other, “and why the fuck would we give a shit about that?”

You didn’t back down, stepping close enough that you could smell her rancid cheap perfume, the tips of her shoes grazing yours, “Because then you’d know that they are taken. Do you both understand what the means? Get. Fucking. Lost. They are mine”.

The girls both choked on a laugh, “You don’t fucking own them, maybe they want a taste of us, I can guarantee they’d be begging for more”.

Now it was your turn to laugh at the sheer audacity of these girls. It wasn’t a dainty laugh either, no, it was one that you had to hold your belly because of the ache, drawing other people’s attention from around you. Trying to take a deep breath to gather yourself, wiping away at the corner of your eye to the tears that had gathered there, you could see that your laughing had hit a nerve as both of their girls’ jaws were tensed.

Good, you thought. It wasn’t the part about ownership that had you laughing, in fact, Steve and Bucky had made it more than clear that you had their whole heart but it was the part about begging for more. All it would take was a single look and you knew your boyfriends would be begging for more, to touch your body, to kiss your lips, to hear your moans, these girl's naivety was truly baffling.

Returned to look them both in the eyes, your orbs flicking from one face to another as you returned to your natural calm, words spoken lowly with every ounce of promise that you could muster. “If you touch or even look at either of them again, I’ll break your fucking hands. You don’t know what the fuck I’m capable of”.

Turning on the spot, officially finished with the conversation, not allowing the fear of actually threatening someone to take over and thankfully the girls didn’t shout anything back. This was a small blessing because you were one more word away from upsetting Sam and punching the one closest straight in the throat.

The two bodyguards and more important, Steve and Bucky were watching with expressions you hadn’t really witnessed before. Nat and Sam looked almost proud of you with gleaming eyes and smirks across their faces. Whereas your boyfriends, well from the obvious tents in their suit trousers, there was lust as you’d never seen before, mouths gaped open as you approached them all.

“We’re leaving”, you stated matter of factly.

“Why?”, Bucky asked, his voice soft and he looked almost like he was in a trance.

Catching his eye as you replied, “Because if they look at you like that again, I’m going to fucking kill them both”.

Not waiting for anyone’s reaction, having made the decision for them already, you reached to grab your boyfriend's hands, pulling them with ease as they stayed by your side as you all made towards the exit.

Natasha was by your side in a second to open up the doors for you all, she glanced in your direction, whistling lowly, “I like this side of you, Sugar”.

A heated flush encompassed your body at the compliment but it didn’t falter your steps as Sam now too rushed in front as you all arrived at the large SUV. Sam held open the car door for you as Natasha climbed into the driver's seat, Steve and Bucky following in close behind you and then finally Sam was in the passenger seat.

As soon as you were in the car, you were taking off your heels, needing some freedom from them. Your body was still trembling with anger and adrenaline, not even thinking of normal thoughts as you felt Steve’s warm body slide next to yours into the middle seat, followed by Bucky.

The car was only just starting when you were climbing into Steve’s lap, already having decided this when you had approached those girls, they were your boys, you needed to feel them.

“Baby”, Steve began hands on your body to help as you straddle his lap in the limited room, your leg awkwardly slotting between his thigh and Bucky’s. Any words he was planning on saying were cut off as your face smashed into his, lips moving against his in a bruising manner, almost violently.

Steve kissed you back with just as much passion, one of his vast hands cupping the back of your head and the other hand resting on your hip, helping as you ground your hips against his, the material of your thin dress riding up over your thighs with the movements. The mafia leader groaned deeply into the kiss, especially as your warm, wet tongue slipped into his mouth as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss further.

But you weren’t waiting another minute, pulling back, hand blindly reaching out to Bucky, feeling his rough facial hair beneath your fingertips and pulling him closer just for him to meet your lips as you moved your attention to him.

The car began moving but you didn’t care, or the fact that Natasha and Sam were in the car, they’d already seen the three of you fucking plenty of times before.

As Bucky’s tongue brushed against your lips, you opened yours just as eagerly as you had with Steve, groaning at the taste of him. Your hips continued to rock against Steve, who had moved his sinful mouth to your neck, his teeth nipping along the sensitive skin.

In all honesty, you were not thinking clearly, it was almost like the little devil on your shoulder had taken over your body. All that kept spiralling through your thoughts were those stupid girls’ faces as they looked at your boyfriends. THEY WERE YOURS. You needed to feel them, taste them, hear them, everything you possibly could just to soothe your inner demon, and insecurities, wanting to prove that they only wanted you.

However, as the car continued to move, Steve tried to regain some stability to the moment, his mouth removing from your jaw, “Honey, you need to put your seat belt on”.

Now it was your turn to remove yourself from your boyfriend, lips tingling as you also sucked in air greedily, looking at Steve and not missing a beat as you demanded, “Take out your cock”.

Steve also matched your speed, eyes flicking to the front of the car, “Nat, find somewhere to park right now”. Then his hands were pulling your face back to his, nose squishing against his cheek as he wrapped his two muscular arms around your body, trapping you in almost like you were his seatbelt.

Your own hand was still holding onto the side of Bucky’s head, the brunette was kissing your palm, the sensation tickling your skin and then his lips were wrapping around your thumb and sucking it into his mouth in a highly erotic move that sent heat straight to your cunt.

Pulling back from Steve momentarily and looking at Bucky, admiring the view and the way in which his usually bright blue eyes were almost black in colour with his blown-out pupils. “I want your cock out too”, you requested to Bucky.

“Yes ma’am”, he replied after releasing your thumb, swiftly undoing his belt and zipper, his hips lifting so his suit trousers and boxers could be pushed to his midthigh. His flesh hand automatically wrapped around his length moving steadily up and down to try and ease some of the tension that he was experiencing ever since he saw you stand up to his girls.

Thankfully the car pulled to a stop, Natasha and Sam didn’t waste any time before getting out of the car and you didn’t even check out of the window where they’d stop, only really realising that they’d found somewhere because Steve’s secure arms loosened around you.

This gave him the opportunity to reach for his own zipper but you needed to feel someone now and Bucky was already sitting there looking pretty and ready.

“Too slow”, you teased Steve with a huskier voice than usual as you began to climb over him to straddle Bucky’s lap, lifting your dress further around your hips, giving you the perfect opportunity to pull your underwear to the side and sinking down onto Bucky’s cock.

“Holy fucking shit”, Bucky gasped at your abrasiveness, having never seen you like this before, your pussy walls fluttering as you had to stretch and adjust to his size quickly. Luckily you were already drenched with arousal and need that helped you to slip down his length.

Bucky’s nibble fingers reached for your underwear, easily tearing the material into two and removing it from your person and discarding somewhere in the SUV. With your hands clutching the nape of his neck, fingers teasing the shaved hair as he massaged your hips, both sucking in a deep breath before you seemed to snap out of any restraint you’d been holding back.

As your mouth once again frantically found him, you began to ride him, hard and fast like it was a race to the finish line. The noises he was producing only encouraged your fucking, the vibrations from his moans, seeping into your chest from where it rubbed against his. You were both breathless but didn’t stop the kiss, almost like you were trying to prove a point, which in a way you were, just how far you could go to pleasure him.

The car was shaking with your momentum as you chased Bucky’s high, not your own, you didn’t care about cumming right now, you just wanted Bucky to feel good, needed to see him orgasm.

Feeling slightly dizzy from the lack of air, you finally pulled away, lips swollen slightly and shiny from the shared saliva, the atmosphere warm from being in a contained space, the sweat-coating body of your bodies. Your mouth wasn’t finished with its pleasuring though as you tilted his head back and hungrily kissed and nipped his neck, harder than usual, making sure to leave teeth indents and purple spots.

You were never one to mark up the boys, they always needed to remain professional looking and you did feel slightly like a loved-up teenager frantically fucking in the car but it was just one more way that you could show that he was yours.

“Tell me you’re mine”, you demanded, and his first response was to moan in such a way it was almost pornographic.

“I’m yours”, Bucky responded gruffly, hands squeezing your hips harder. It was your turn to moan, purposefully clenching your cunt around his cock tighter. “Fuck!” Bucky cursed into your ear, his grip now painful and sure to leave bruises beneath the skin but you didn’t care, it was motivating you more. “If you keep this up Doll, I’m gonna cum before we even get home”, he admitted, eyes closed in concentration.

This was like music to your ears, as you pulled back, leaning your forehead against his, your hips still frantically moving up and down. “Good, I want you to cum, right now! Please Bucky”, your voice was pleading to him as once again you squeezed your cunt around him, almost suffocating his length.

“Ah mama- fuck”, Bucky was almost delirious, unable to form a full sentence with how good he felt at that moment. Not only did he get to see you looking fucking sexy as hell standing up to those girls at the party but now you were riding his cock like a woman on a mission.

Your mind was still only on the end goal of him cumming, needing to see the pleasure in his face which was hard with the blurred motion of you riding him but as his mouth gaped open as he released a recognisable little noise that he always did just before he came, you slide of his cock and sat back on his thighs.

Both of your hands quickly wrapped around his soaked, throbbing cock, squeezing tightly and moving up and down at the same speedy space, paying particular attention to his tip, thumb stroking over the underside that was most sensitive.

Bucky looked almost feral, his entire body leaving the seat, lifting your body with it as he shouted, “FUCK! Just…right there! That feels so good!” With the momentum of both of your bodies, as he began cumming, the spurts of white globs shot up both of your bodies, coating his shirt and your dress and you didn’t stop, not until his cock finally stopped throbbing in your hands.

You were both breathing hard, particularly Bucky who looked shocked to the core, his hands releasing their grip on your hips to massage the tender area.

“I’ve never cum that quick before”, Bucky admitted, his head falling back against the headrest.

You felt almost powerful at this revelation, you had done this to him, only your body and words and caused such a reaction.

Glancing over at Steve who was lazily stroking himself, watching with half-lidded eyes, you were nowhere near done, using with an authoritative tone, “Take your clothes off”.

As Steve does as instructed, you leaned in close to Bucky, kissing his puffy lips softly, trying to have a tender moment as he whispered, “I love you”, against your lips.

“I love you too Bucky”, you replied with just as much sparkle in your eyes.

“An I am yours”, he reminded, stroking your cheek briefly as Steve finally settled next to you, now stark naked from head to toe.

Spending amount to appreciate his perfectly sculpted body, the muscles that flexed in the subtle light and the trail of hair that surrounded his red, veiny dick. Your mouth filled with saliva as you wanted nothing more than to wrap your lips around him but there would be time for that later.

With as much grace as you could muster, you climbed back over to Steve, straddling his thick thighs and a thought dawned on you. Realising that this might have been the first time you had been fully clothed whilst both Steve and Bucky were naked and it felt incredibly empowering.

Steve’s hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing over your lip as he admired your beauty, “I like seeing you like this”, he complimented, his breath fanning across your face with the close proximity.

You don’t respond to his praise, knowing that if you did talk it would most likely be a pathetic moan and you needed to keep this persona up so once more, you raised higher on your knees, guiding his cock to your entrance and sank down his length.

Once again, you didn’t want to waste time and began slamming up and down his body, hips rolling with each slap. Now you moaned deeply at the sensation between your legs and at the sight of Steve’s naked chest being covered with smears of Bucky’s cum from where it was still weight on the front of your dress.

Steve’s head dropped back at the feeling of you riding him, exposing the beautiful length of his skin and once again something took over your body, the possessive little demon that wanted to mark and claim him as your own. You sucked a path up the side of his neck, biting harshly on the junction where his shoulder and throat met, making Steve sigh in pleasure.

Against the side of your leg, you could feel Bucky’s slacks rubbing against your skin, still all trying to squish into the back of the car so as you finished leaving a particularly dark purple against Steve’s collarbone, you looked over at Bucky.

“Take your clothes off too”

“Yes, hot mama”.

You loved how they both were doing everything you instructed without a moment's hesitation, only spurring you on more with wanting to see Steve cum just as hard as Bucky had. With your fingers delved into the slightly damp hair at the name of Steve’s neck, you held his head in place, making sure that he watched you ride him.

“I want you to cum too, fill me up with your seed, wanna feel you dripping out of me”. Steve’es eyes rolled to the back of his hearing such dirty words leaving your lips. You did want him to cum inside of you, but not yet but he didn’t need to know that just yet, as mentioned, you were only just getting started.

Steve’s hips suddenly started fucking into your harder, planting his feet firmly onto the car floor so he could push up to meet your movements. “That’s it, I want you to cum Stevie”.

Your boyfriend shouts loudly, enough for anyone nearby to hear, holding your hips down with plans to cum inside your cunt, but once again you managed to roll off just in time, only moving your hands up and down his shaft twice before he's coating the two of your fronts in his white hot seed, much like Bucky.

His body twitches and jolts as he tries to come down from his high before he all but collapses into the seat, looking at you with a dangerous smile, “I thought you said I could cum inside of you”.

Looking at him through half-lidded eyes, you replied in a sultry voice, “You will. You both will”

You’re looking at him and then Bucky. Both naked and there was nothing you wanted more than to carry on the fun games but you needed more space, needing to be out of the cramped car. Steve’s fingers drifted to your upper back, grazing over the zipper of your dress but you stopped his movements by pulling his arms away gently.

“I want to go home”, you explained to his quizzical look.

“We will baby, but I need you to cum first”. The way he said need, had your pussy throbbing more and you were aching to find some relief with your own orgasm but that still wasn’t your priority, still planning to make them both feel good.

“No, I want to go home”, you whisper, looking into Steve's eyes and he gave in almost immediately with a huff at not being able to give you the relief he knew you wanted. Bucky banged against the window as you sat back into your seat beside Steve who helped you to pull your seatbelt over your body, whispering in your ear how much he fucking loved you before pulling his own safety restraint across his naked body.

Now you could look out the window, you saw that Natasha and Sam had parked in a random, dark alleyway in an area you didn’t recognise. The two bodyguards returned to the car and didn’t comment about the lack of clothing or the thick scent of sex in the car, both just casually chatting with each other as the journey home continued.

Steve’s hand stayed on your thigh the entire journey and from the corner of your eye, you could see them both getting hard again which thrilled you massively. Finally, the gates to your home were in sight and then you were bidding your friends/bodyguards a good night and walking into the house.

You were still fully clothed except for your panties and shoes, whereas Steve and Bucky were stark bollock naked, erect cocks bobbing in the air for all of the guards and security to see but they didn’t care, neither did you.

Your steps stopped in the entryway to your home, hearing the soft click as the door shut and the flick of the switch as Steve turned on the overhead light. Glancing around at your home, you breathed in the homely scents and let the familiar setting calm the little nerves that were beginning to push to the forefront of your mind.

You began to feel embarrassed by your out-of-control behaviour, shoulders dropping as the confidence seemed to seep away into the wooden floor below. A solid, warm body stepped into your line of vision, a finger was crooked under your chin to force you to look up into Steve’s eyes which were calm and twinkling with love.

“You know we don’t want anyone else right? I have always, and will always just want you”, Steve spoke softly and earnestly.

“Yeah…Yeah I know”, and you did know this. In fact, it was probably the main reason why you hadn’t cried today and let the anger come over your body. Your boyfriends had gone above and beyond for you, to keep up their affections and remind you daily of your importance to their life, you did not doubt it for a second that these girls were ever truly a threat to your relationship.

Another warm body was touching yours to the right, Bucky now taking control of the direction in which your head pointed whilst also raising his little finger, “Just us until forever right?” Your smile reached your eyes now at his little saying, something he’d recently begun saying when you were feeling doubtful and you were quick to hook your own much daintier little finger around his, squeezing them together.

You still felt somewhat embarrassed by your behaviour though and felt the need to apologise, beginning to form the words, “I’m sor-”.

Steve didn’t want to hear this though, cutting you off with his lips and kissing yours feverishly before pulling back when you were breathless. “Don’t you fucking dare apologise for today, I’ve never been so fucking turned on seeing you so possessive and jealous. Like Bucky said in the car, I’ve never cum so quick before”.

“Really?” you ask tentatively, looking up into his face, making sure that he wasn’t just saying this to make you feel better but with the intense way his eyes bore into yours, you knew he was very much telling the truth.

Steve had another way of showing you just how much he meant it though as his fingers slide around your wrist, bringing your hand up to touch just how rock-hard his cock was. “Yes really”.

Your hand circled around his length, moving up and down slowly, feeling the soft skin beneath and the ridges from the veins and a drop of precum forming at the end as you moved up his cock. Steve shuddered at the sensation, eyes closing as he leaned into your touch, hips rolling in time with your movements.

You admired him closely, from his parted lips to the rosy hint on his cheeks from his flushed arousal, to the sprinkly purple marks across his throat that you had left earlier in the car. It made you feel powerful. Yes, he was your boyfriend and you saw him every day but knowing that he was also the leader of the Rogers Mafia gang and here he was, shuddering at a simple touch of your hand, it was elating.

Bucky was now desperate for your attention as his lips lowered to the shell of your ear, “Let me make you feel good, wanna taste between your pretty thighs”.

You wanted that too, in fact, you were almost desperate to be touched like that but you also didn’t think you were done just yet with making them feel good so you simply shook your head softly.

Bucky frowned, pulling back to look into your eyes, “Why not Mama?”

“Because I want to make you feel good”.

Your hand was still leisurely wanking off Steve who was breathing heavily through his nose, nostrils flaring before he choked out as your thumb brushed over his tip, “And you have made us feel good, baby”.

Bucky once again pulled your attention as he continued talking, “Seeing you today stand up to those girls like someone had taken over your body, that you were willing to go out of your comfort zone just to stand up to those girls, was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I nearly came over and fucked you in the middle of the party if you didn’t drag us out of there anyway. I know you’re soaking for us Mama, let me make you feel good like you’ve done for us”.

Your thighs rubbed together at his words about fucking you at the party, sort of wishing he had just so you could have seen those girls’ faces but then you would have missed out on the fun in the car. The thought of both of their faces as they climaxed had you reaching for Bucky’s cock, joining in with tossing him off at the same pace as Steve, not quite ready to give in yet.

The brunette’s eyes closed at your touch, sighing as he felt the same tension rolling away as you pumped his cock with your hand. There you were once more, pleasuring both of your boyfriends. Both of whom towered over you, and you could spend a minute admiring the way they let you touch them and the power that you held causing a small smile to form on your face, especially as Steve grunted, hips jerking again.

Even though your hands were aching with how hard you were squeezing them both, your movements became more enthusiastic. Steve and Bucky were so exposed, not even in the living room, just standing in the chilled entryway, being wanked off by you.

They deserved this, you decided. Of course, they did, they always made it their mission to worship your body thoroughly and you wanted to replay the favour.

Your mouth opened as you were about to ask if you could suck them off but you decided against asking, the alcohol buzz had worn off in the car but the adrenaline was enough to keep you thrilled.

“Hands behind your back”, you suddenly demanded, still keeping your voice soft and deciding to try and keep up the control for just a little bit longer. Steve and Bucky were instantly placing their hands behind their backs, their chests broadening and feet spreading a little bit to help their centre of gravity.

Both of their eyes were on you now, the various shades of ocean blue staring down at you, waiting for your next instruction, but you didn’t give them one, instead you dropped to your knees.

There was an audible suck in of breath from men as they watched you descend. The wooden flooring was cold against your knees and you had to rise to your fullest length on them to reach both cocks with the length of their powerful legs. You began with Steve this time, licking the underside slowly, holding his eye contact and tasting the salty goodness of his sweat and cum and even a hint of your own juices from where they’d dried on him.

Kissing the tip of his cock and swirling your tongue around the sensitive area, your one hand gripped his base to stop it from bobbing around, whilst your other hand continued to move along Bucky’s shaft.

You couldn’t help but smile around Steve’s tip as you noticed that his shoulders and upper arms were flexing as he tightened his grip behind his back. He wanted nothing more than to stroke your cheek but he was good and kept his arms behind his back as you moved further down his cock with your mouth.

His girthy dick was heavy against your tongue and as it grazed the back of your throat, stroking the area that was your limit. But you made sure to start slow, now wanting to push yourself too much as you could only take half of his length into your mouth.

“Your mouth is always so good baby girl”, Steve praised, a hint of red flushing across his face with his increasing arousal. You hummed in approval, the ache in your jaw and knees worth it to see him slowly bit by bit losing control.

But then, you’re moving over to Bucky who steps closer instinctively to help you reach him and it was an automatic response for you to praise him, the words whispering across the tip of his cock, “Good boy”.

Bucky let out the smallest whine from the centre of his chest and there were notable goosebumps that spread across his thighs, nipples perking as he shivered with the sensation. It was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen and you didn’t waste another second before pulling him into your mouth, pleasuring him thoroughly.

You spent your sweet time moving between them both, saliva coating your mouth as they teased to push further down your throat. You were surprised just how well they were following your instructions as well as they both kept in that stance with their arms behind their back, their eyes not moving from yours as you moved from Steve’s cock to Bucky’s and vice versa.

Their sweet moans were so beautiful, especially as you slipped further down to suck a ball or two into your mouth, your tongue lapping against the sack and enjoying the way they hissed at the touch.

“You look so good on your knees like that”, Steve complimented at one point as you sucked your cheeks harshly around Bucky’s dick. Looking up at the blonde man and removing yourself with an audible pop before moving back over to Steve and pleasuring him.

It was fun going from one to the other and being in complete control, knowing you were slightly edging them before going to the next boyfriend. Your knees were starting to hurt more now with how long you had been on the floor but you didn’t let this stop you, contemplating if you should get them to finish in your mouth or a different body part.

It also dawned on you that this was the first time you’d been in charge in any sort of intimate moment, both Steve and Bucky being the definite dominants in the relationship. But in truth, you were enjoying this little role reversal and with how feral you were feeling after the interactions with the girls, you were glad to have the liquid courage in you to go through with it.

However, being this dominant with two powerful men was also slightly tiring, trying to decide what to do next when all you really had planned was that you wanted them to feel good. But you also couldn’t deny just how horny you were, in between your thighs uncomfortable with need and soaked enough it was leaking down your thighs.

As you gagged slightly around Bucky’s cock, you could feel it hardening slightly against your tongue and hand as he grunted, “Please, mama”.

“Please what? Talk to me Bucky”, you encouraged, wanting to hear more sweet words coming from his mouth.

The man shuddered once more as your voice vibrated against the tip of his throbbing cock, and as he opened his mouth, you truly took him in and just how desperate he was. His metal arm was whirring at the shoulder with how much he was holding it back with his normal hand, knowing he wanted nothing more than to hold the back of your head in place or cup your face.

“Say my name again”, he asked breathlessly, eyes closing for a breath second as you smiled up at him, one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen.

“Which name?” you teased. “Bucky? Buckaroo?”, with each name, you kissed along the length of his member, still tossing him at the base though for stimulation, the same with Steve. “What name do you want me to use? What about James?” He hissed at this name, cock throbbing more and you made a mental note of this and continued. “What about punk? Barnes?... Good boy?”

Steve’s cock also throbbed in your hand at the last name but it was mostly because Bucky suddenly came and you quickly had to swallow the tip and drink everything he was willing to offer, the substance thick and salty as it slide down your throat.

Bucky’s knees wobbled momentarily, frantically praising your name like a song until the last drop of cum was being sucked out of his member. You made sure to pull off of him fully, not wanting to overstimulate him, amazed slightly as he didn’t soften, it continued to stand up proud between his legs.

Smiling up at Bucky again with accomplishment, you then looked over at Steve, squeezing his length harder as he grunted down his own chiselled body at you readjusting on the wooden floor to remain only facing him, giving him your full attention.

“Are you still comfortable down there?” he asked, licking his lips whilst checking in on you.

Holding his eye contact, you licked his thick tip, nodding to his question. Steve chuckled and then sighed into the stimulation, closing his eyes for a second to savour the feeling before looking down at you with a single eyebrow raised.

“I don’t believe you baby”, his voice was full of confidence. In truth, you were very uncomfortable, our knees screaming for some relief from the solid floor but also your pussy was desperate to be touched but you didn’t want to make it about you just yet.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Bucky squatting down to be eye level with you, his arms still behind him, “let us make you feel good”, he asked with hope laced into every word.

Pulling off of Steve, and leaned into his warm thigh, nuzzling into the hair that covered the muscle, “But I want to make you both feel good! You’re my boys and not anyone else’s, it’s my job to make you feel good”.

“And you’ve made us feel good but this goes both ways, you don’t understand just how much I want to be in between your legs right now” Bucky admitted, his eyes wandering over your still-clothed body, his cheeks just as pink-tinged as Steves.

Looking up at the man whose leg you were leaning on, you asked, “What do you think Steve?”, before risking a quick nip to his sensitive thighs with your teeth, admiring the way his cock bounded in the air as he jumped slightly.

Steve’s voice came out in a growl, “I fucking NEED to touch you, even if it’s just a kiss. I need you up and off your knees, I know they hurt and I don’t want you in pain, there’s only so much time I can let you worship me before I get on MY knees and fucking beg to touch you, baby, so please, let us touch you.”

Heat flooded through your body at the intensity at which he spoke, you thought you were desperate, but that seemed to not be as severe as the mental game going on in Steve’s mind right now.

Biting your lip to try and hide your grin, you finally succumbed, “Seeing as you asked so nicely. Do whatever you want to me”.

You weren’t exactly sure who had grabbed you first. All you were aware of were hands picking you up and instant relief for your poor knees and then the sound of ripping as your dress was easily destroyed. Then you suddenly found yourself staring at the ceiling of the living room, the soft material of the couch beneath your now naked spine.

Lips were crashing into yours, a hot body crowding over yours, pushing you further into the cushions, their lips completely dominating yours. Matching the urgency in which they moved, you felt the rough scrap of facial hair and could taste Bucky, smiling into the kiss as your fingers gently ran over his body, spending extra seconds of love over the scars that he’d accustomed during his life.

As you opened your mouth to moan, Bucky’s tongue swallowed the noise, not relenting with his movements. You were so lost in the body hovering over yours that you were unsure as to where Steve was until you could feel him on one of your legs, kissing the sore knee cap, massaging the area before straightening your leg, and then circling around to the back of the couch to do the same with the other leg.

The relief was unbelievable at being able to extend your legs fully now but there was even more relief as Bucky began to explore your body, sucking on each of your nipples greedily, an action you watched closely. With each in further down your body, he made sure to lick and kiss every area of skin in his path, leaving the skin tingling with arousal.

Both of your legs were then being pushed towards your chest, giving Bucky the perfect view of your cunt, presented to him like it was dinner and with the hungry way in which he was admiring you, you knew that was basically what had been offered to him.

“You’re so beautiful”, he praised, kissing your inner thigh. Steve then sat next to your head, finally able to stroke the pad of his thumb across your cheek, something he had been internally begging to do since getting home and seeing you drop to your knees.

“We’re always just yours”, Steve reminded you, needing the tender moment.

“I’m always going to be yours too”, you responded with love before glancing down at Bucky who was watching with a softened look in his eyes, “and I’m always going to be yours as well,” Bucky mumbled the words back to you, his warm breath teasing the wet area soaking your cunt. Glancing down his body, you caught sight of his cock, still fully erect and pulsating. “How are you still hard?” you asked honestly, he’d already cum twice and hadn’t softened a single bit.

Bucky smirked at your question with quiet arrogance, “I’m always hard for you”. As soon as he finished his sentence, his tongue was pushing into your folds, tasting everything you had to offer. He didn’t bother with teasing, immediately delving his warm muscle into your cunt a few times, before finding your clit and rolling it around with the tip of his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.

Your moans were animalistic and finally had some stimulation after being horny for what felt like hours. Steve’s fingers drifted over your lips as he admired your pleasured expressions, just like you had been doing to the two of them.

“Kiss me. Now!” you demanded urgently.

“Yes, ma’am”. He was leaning down without hesitation and you realised just how much you’d missed his lips since coming home, feeling the freshly shaved cheeks against yours that were such a different sensation to Bucky’s facial hair. They were both so different and yet so similar and they were both yours.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to have you clenched your thighs around his head, frantically feeling the orgasm building in your core. A couple of minutes of clit stimulation from Bucky’s tongue and two fingers grazing over your tender spot within your hole and you were cumming with heavy breaths and moans.

Steve pulled away from the kiss to watch your pleasure, and also allowed Bucky to hear your unfiltered moans, then you were heavily breathing, hands falling onto the couch with relief of finding your peak.

Steve drops to his knees beside the couch so he can whisper into your ear, “I’m going to take you upstairs, lie you in the middle of our bed and I’m going to fuck you until you’re full of my cum. Then after I’m dripping out of you, Bucky here is going to do the exact same thing. This night isn’t ending until you’re full of both of us”.

You’re pathetically mewling at his words, reaching for him and he quickly scoops you up into his arms. You knew your dominant persona was slowly fading as they both scrambled to make you feel good and you didn’t mind that as much, wanting what he said he was going to do, more than anything else in the world.

As the three of you enter your bedroom and Bucky turns on the side lights, you realised you were nuzzling into the side of Steve’s neck where you’d left the scattering of marks. Stroking a finger over the bruised skin, you whispered, “So pretty”.

Steve smirks at your words, liking the thought of you marking him to show that he was yours. Laying you back into the centre of the bed, Steve is quickly on top of you with as much urgency as Bucky had downstairs on the couch.

Hiking your legs up and around his waist as his face dropped to hide into your neck, he's pushing his pulsing cock into your quivering cunt. You were thankful that he didn’t wait, wanting your bodies to be moulding together, his hips slapping into yours and his mouth was now moving against your neck, sucking and biting to match the moves you’d been doing in the car.

You could feel just how possessive and frantic his touches were, reciprocating how you had felt and it only made your heart beat harder, moan louder and hips rocking faster to try and match his dominant pace.

“You’re mind”, he suddenly grunts, against your lips, biting your lower lip and letting it snap back a second later. Sitting up slightly on his knees, he holds your jaw firmly in his grip, making you watch him as he shifted his angle up, hitting directly into your g-spot and he moved with such speed that all you could do was hold onto his wrist and scream out his name.

Your orgasm had you seeing stars, cunt desperately squeezing in pulses around Steve’s cock, so tightly that he too couldn’t hold back as he came, pushing his length all the way in so you could milk him properly, your walls convulsing in time with his throbs. You could feel the wetness and warmth of his cum filling you up and as he pulled up, some of it spilling out and running down your perineum.

Steve sits back to admire his handiwork, pushing your legs apart, and watching his cum at your entrance. “There’s my best girl”, he praised, reaching down with a finger to scoop the drips that had escaped and attempting to push them back inside of your body before moving out of the way for Bucky.

Bucky was more than ready to fill you up, helping to turn you onto your side, sliding an arm under your head and resting your leg up on his hip as he spooned in behind you. Much like Steve, Bucky didn’t waste any time before sliding in, the two of you moaning at the sensation of having Steve’s cum there, it causing extra squelching noises.

Your tits bounded on your chest with each fuck of Bucky’s hips into yours, his mouth attack your neck with just as much aggression as Steve who was now sitting and watching the two of you with a content smile.

You were absolutely fucked out of your mind both from emotions and physically being exhausted, a faint hum settling in your mind and body.

“You’re doing so well for us, Sweet Mama”, Bucky praised against your cheek as he reached down your body to roll your clit in circles to match the rhythm of his pounding hips. The stimulation was almost too much but it was also exactly what you needed as you held onto his arm desperately moaning out his name.

“Buc-Bucky… gonna cum”.

“Cum for me then Doll, want you to cum on my cock, so pretty when you cum”. His praises were like magic for your cunt, as it squeezed tightly in arousal. Those, matched with his tight hold on your body, his fingers playing with your clit and cock fucking you hard, you easily found your pleasurable high.

He didn’t stop, chasing his own orgasm which you were glad about, reaching down to grab the hand between your legs, your clit becoming a little sensitive now so you bought his hand up to your face and nuzzled into his palm.

“Mine”, you mumbled, feeling a little bit subspacey now.

“Yours, all yours, only yours, FUCK!” Bucky felt like he was in heaven as his thrusts stuttered slightly as he finally found his release, pumping his hot seed into your core. Your eyes were struggling to stay open with how exhausted you felt, but you watched as Steve approached, just in time for Bucky to slip out of your raw cunt.

“How beautiful does she look?” Bucky asked Steve as he held up your leg. Steve’s eyes cleaned as he looked at the mess between your legs, both his and Bucky’s cum were leaking from your hole, mixing with your own juices.

“So fucking beautiful”, Steve whispered lightly, kissing your ankle.

Your eyes closed fully now, sighing into the mattress as Bucky kissed your cheek one more time before untangling himself from your body. It was Steve who was touching your body next but this time with a warm cloth, carefully cleaning in between your legs but cum continued to trickle out so he just left it at that, discarding the material and moving to the top of the bed, dragging you easily along with him until you were laid out on his chest.

You felt happy and content as Bucky joined you both in the bed, watching as Steve turned on the TV attached to the wall. Distantly, you could hear Bucky and Steve discussing what take out order to get, making sure to get everything you would usually get and saying they would wake you once it was there, you needed a rest.

Your heart swelled with love, happy to be surrounded by two men that absolutely adored you and no other stupid girls were going to ever change that.

[kenkaodoll]

Kamiya Dojo Monogatari Tale 79 (JUMP SQ 24/08)

About Kamiya Dojo Monogatari:

Tales of Kamiya dojo is written by Kaoru Kurosaki and published along with the “Rurouni Kenshin Hokkaido” arc in JUMPSQ. The tale involves the Rurouni Kenshin character in daily life that takes time between Kenshin and Kaoru marriage until the epilogue chapter in the original manga before the Hokkaido Arc. Until this month (July 2024) there are a total 79 chapters in Tales of Kamiya dojo. This is an unofficial translation. 

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“That's a reverse-blade sword... a cross scar on the head... that babysitter, it couldn't be..."

Seeing the color drain from Suwa's face, Kenshin prepared himself, wondering if this man also knew who "Battousai'' was.

“You're the Kamiya dojo‘s free-loader, aren't you?”

“Oro?”

Kenshin had assumed for sure that he would be called "Hitokiri Battousai" and nearly trip over.

“Well, that is it.”

“Awuah!”

Kenji, who was on his back, hitting on Kenshin's head like he’s attacking the enemy.

“Around here, you've got a reputation for being extremely strong, but I'm a skilled one too! Huh...eeeeh?!”

Before Suwa could say anything, Kenshin had smashed the three bodyguards with his reverse-blade sword in an instant. Suddenly he was in front of Suwa and glaring at him.

“Now, where are the skilled ones?”

“Aaahhh.” 

Overwhelmed by Kenshin's glare and spirit, Suwa was lost of words, even though usually he’s a man who is good at talking.

“If you don't want to suffer, get out of here.”

He flashes the blade of his reverse-blade sword.

“Daa!

Kenji also yelled an angry "Daa!" at Suwa.

“Hyaa!”

Suwa was so overwhelmed by Kenshin's strength, he was standing there, limping, and had to give up.

“Gu…Guys…” Staggering, Suwa moved towards the defeated bodyguards and called them.

“Guys, are you okay? Now, our strategy is to retreat to avoid an unexpected turn of events.”

“Su... Suwa-san…” The bodyguards also staggered to their feet.

“Who would have thought we'd be fighting the Kamiya Dojo’s free-loader?”

“I've never heard anything about that.”

They had completely lost the will to fight.

As he watched the gang stagger away, Kenshin indulged in deep emotion.

It was a surprise to Kenshin to be called "Kamiya Dojo’s freeloader" rather than "Hitokiri Battousai" by his enemies.

Mikio and his current enemies were probably about the same age as Sanosuke. They were still children when Kenshin was active as Hitokiri Battousai. Even Sanosuke, who was active with the Sekihoutai at the end of the Edo period, didn't know who Battousai was without doing some careful research.

To these young people, Kenshin was "an incredibly skilled guest of Kamiya Dojo." It was a sweet yet sad fact that made him feel how time was changing.

・

“Kenshin!”

Kenshin was lost in his own thoughts and watching the gang run away, when Yahiko came running towards him, out of breath and he heaved his shoulder.

“Mikio, he took your sword...wait, what?”

“I did get the sakabatou.”

Kenshin held up the sheathed reverse-blade sword to Yahiko.

“Oh, so he took it to give to Kenshin? I thought for sure he was taking it to a pawn shop to sell.”

“It's a reverse-blade sword, so it's not worth a penny.”

“Well, that's true. So where's Mikio?”

Yahiko looked around restlessly, but he was nowhere to be found.

“After he handed me the sakabatou, he ran off in that direction..."

Kenshin pointed in a direction different from the cafe and the direction Suwa had fled.

“Well, I guess I'll have to look for him. I need to tell him that his wife has gone into labor and has returned to the tenement house.”

“Oro? Before there were no signs about it?”

“Kaoru and Megumi took her to the tenement, so I don't think there's anything to worry about.”

“I'd like to let him know as soon as possible... Let’s..."

Just as he was about to say that they would search together….

“Hueee…Hueee…,” Kenji began to whine.

“This crying is because of his diaper, that I think.”

“I'll look for Mikio, so you can change his diaper.”

“Sorry I can't help you.”

“That's okay.”

Yahiko runs off to look for Mikio.

Kenshin is about to leave the place, but suddenly stops.

“I feel like I've forgotten something important... Kenji, do you know what it was?”

“Whew, whew.”

Kenji didn't answer Kenshin's question, and continued to whine.

“Hmm... I guess even Kenji doesn't know. Well, then...”

He muttered and looked around.

“!”

Kenshin noticed a muddy tablecloth caught on the bridge.

“Oro…”

He hastily picked up the table cloth, it became more dirty than before he washed it.

“Kenji... How do we pay for this damage? No… if I wash it off with the soap, maybe I can return it to its original, clean state…”

Kenshin hurried back to the cafe to get soap and to change Kenji's diapers.

Kenshin couldn't help but feel that he was in a much more desperate situation than he had been before when he was facing so many enemies.

・

Thus, the first day of the Rabbit Cafe came to a climax.

Shino gave birth to a girl the next morning.

Mikio was found by Yahiko in time for the birth and was brought to the tenement house, so he made it in time for the birth.

Somehow Kenshin managed to wash the muddy tablecloth with soap and it became clean.

・

A month has passed.

The Rabbit Cafe was started because they needed to do something about the rabbits that had been brought into Kamiya Dojo, so Kaoru and the others were meant to help out at first. However, thanks to Usagawa's efforts, he found the waitresses to work exclusively at the cafe, and it was decided to replace Kaoru and the others.

Mikio would continue in his role as manager. The waitresses and backstage staff would hand over their duties, and this day was their last shift.

“It's over already. It went by so quickly…” Kaoru seemed reluctant to leave.

“The rabbit was so cute!” Misao felt that she did her best.

“Well, when you take care of them you start to get attached to them,” Megumi also didn’t seem to completely disagree.

“If Mikio-sama says he doesn't have enough staff, then I'll help out…”

“Geez, we can't keep this master-servant relationship going forever! This is the Meiji era,” Yahiko cut out Tsubame, who seemed to want to work for free.

“The cafe will still open, so you can come any time. Well, I prefer it if you come as a customer and spend money.” MIkio said. Although Western clothes didn't suit him, Mikio had gradually become more comfortable. And little by little, he would become accustomed to the Meiji era.

“Since it's our last day, why don't we have fun after this?”

Everyone nods at Kaoru's suggestion.

“You guys really get along well,” Mikio sounded annoyed.

“Umm, Mikio-sama, let's come along today too… Tsubame invited him.

“Huh? Me too?”

“That's obvious. We're comrades who started up the Rabbit Cafe,” Misao slapped Mikio on the back.

“Ouch, hey it hurts!” Mikio looked happy even though he grunted.

“So, where are we going? Akabeko?”

“You’ll have to wait and see where we go. You’ll go with our group after all,” Megumi said with a smile, she looked like she’s plotting something.

“Well, just shut up and follow us.”

“Geez, I guess there's no other way,” Mikio reluctantly agreed to Yahiko's words.

・

Mikio walked along following the group for a while, but gradually he could no longer keep quiet.

“Hey, you'd better put an end to your scheme,” Mikio said when they arrived at neither Akabeko nor *izakaya, but the tenement house where Mikio lives.

“What on earth are you guys planning to do at my house? I can't fit this many people in there anyway.”

“Well..well…”

Kaoru smiled and she opened the door of the house.

There was Shino holding a baby, Kenshin preparing something, and Kenji was on Kenshin’s back.

“Daah—!” Kenji greeted everyone cheerfully.

“I've brought some beef hotpot from Akabeko. It's a small space here, so let's go out to the *well and eat there, that we are.”

Kenshin headed to the well with food and drinks for everyone.

“Why are you here?” Mikio complained as he chased Kenshin.

“These are the people who helped out on the first day.”

“Well, I suppose so.”

Everyone gathered at the well, and Kenshin handed out sake to those who could drink, and barley tea to those who couldn't.

“The manager should lead the toast,” Kaoru urged.

“Oh, okay. Well then…” Mikio raised his glass and spoke briefly, “You guys have worked hard, cheers!”

Then he drank the sake poured into his glass in one gulp.

“Eh, that's all?” Misao chimed in.

“Shut up, what else are you supposed to say? Tsubame, you said something!” Mikio asked Tsubame to do something impossible.

“Um, well... that's…” Tsubame turned bright red and everyone thought she wouldn't be able to say anything, but she spoke firmly, despite her weak voice, “Mikio-sama, Shino-sama, congratulations on the birth of your child.”

“!”

Mikio, who never expected to be congratulated, was taken by surprise. An indescribable emotion welled up inside him. Not knowing what to do with it, he picked up the bottle of sake in front of him and gulped it down.

“Drinking like that is bad for your health,” Megumi warned him, but Mikio didn't care and drank the whole bottle.

“I... I'm... not the kind of man that you guys should celebrate with…” Mikio was crying a little.

Then, he wiped away his tears and turned back to face Tsubame.

“I'm sorry for everything,” Mikio said, bowing to Tsubame.

“..Mikio....sama?” Tsubame was so overwhelmed that this time she couldn't say anything.

“You see, Daddy is trying to become a real man,” Shino said to the baby she was holding.

“Shut up!” After roaring at the sky, Mikio fell asleep.

The bad deeds he had done. The bad deeds he had avoided. Swallowing all of those things with his alcohol, Mikio slowly became accustomed to the new era.

Notes: *Kamiya Dojo’s free-loader: What he said to Kenshin is Kamiya Dojo no Shokkaku, Shokaku(食客) literally means house guest, but it can be used as slang for free-loader or parasite. (I interpret it as free-loader to convey the slang, but I open for any suggestion) *sakabato: reverse-blade-sword *izakaya: sake bar *well: Since the Edo period, in the tenement house, usually there’s a public well where people gather to wash and take water for drinking and cooking.

.…..to be continued in chapter 80…… 

TLnote(1): translating Japanese is so hard because the sentence structure is very different compared with English. Also the style of writing is different, plus there’s a lot of figurative, poetic language and things that don't make sense if it’s directly translated into english. So forgive me if this is very weird to read, and please tell me if you want to give corrections. 

TLnote(2) I will provide the original Japanese text for correction if any of you who read have better knowledge of the Japanese language. Just dm and I’ll send the file.

TLnote(3) Dtninja had translated some earlier chapters on his website. You can go and check on there

Read the rest of the story here: https://at.tumblr.com/kenkaodoll/kamiya-dojo-monogatari/5dqxxnmq29m0

[pupyr0arz]

beginnings of a bodyguard soap after the gunshot. Thinking about this soap as being a lot more unhinged in a violent way asides from his coping mechanisms. Toxic yaoi realness. Unedited and unscottifed, pre reader too.

I’m not really trying to portray it super realistically so that’s a disclaimer too. He’s just got Serious mentoil ishewes. Little nsfw

The call is a relief, straight from heaven. It’s six months after he ditched rehab, the itch under his skin only intensifying every soft, friendly smile the nurses gave him. The exercises they made him do did nothing to quell the familiar ache in his fingers, the need to feel a weapon at his hip, the aching lack of adrenaline piecing together an explosive with his goddamn team at his hip and an objective up ahead and just to the left.

Violently, he hates Makarov. He thought he couldn’t have hated the man more but Soap teaches himself of new lows he can sink to, when his wrath simmers and rots in the hot wet recesses of his shattered, ragged mind. There’s a new beast slithering under his skin, it’s been prodding at his head, his bones, tugging his mind into misty, red places. He woke up differently after the surgery, sharpened and dulled. A shattered blade, dangerously useless,some faulty weapon that’s as liable to hurt himself than to hurt others.

Ghost appears after he leaves rehab. 

He hadn’t heard a single word from the bastard, enigmatic as always. He had spent nights wishing, aching for the man as he’s dragged out to pathetically lean on a walker and do breathing exercises. His gloves fist in Johnny’s hair was soothing before, the way he tugged and twisted his excitability into fuzzy calm and beat obedience down into his bones like something he craved. Soap sat up at nights thinking about what Ghost could do with him now and he raved, bit and hissed at the utter lack of him in his life. He glared at shadows, tore up his pillows with his teeth and thought wildly about tracking him down, following old paths to find Price because where Price was Ghost followed and taking a gun to both of their heads.

Ghost turns up at his door like some stray animal, sauntering in like he owns it. Soap nearly attacks him before he’s tugged, harshly, off balance, still swimming and struggling to aim with his new lack of depth perception. Ghost reminds him sharply that he, by proxy, does own the place and he’s not at all happy about how slovenly Soap has been living, how he’s let the rot in his head spread. Ghost is worse than rehab, harsher, tough on Soap as he forces him to exercise. It’s exactly what he needs and he spits at him and thanks him like he’s at church. He vanishes again, after, coming and going as he pleases.

Soap only finds it more unbearable. Days are unending now, when he struggled to feed himself he at least had an adversary to claw at, even if it was himself. Now he has dull days of standing in his kitchen and staring at nothing, working basic labor jobs just to bleed the energy out of his body so he doesn’t smash every mirror in his house and set the block on fire. He wants to knock his house down, tear it apart, but he’s afraid they’ll just be another identical one standing behind it, matryoshka dolls.

Before the gunshot, sometimes he’d scout bars. Find uptight arseholes, snipe at them royally. Drag them into short grapples, arm wrestles, just get them kicked out laughing. 

He goes to a bar and he leaves the alleyway beside it with his knuckles aching, one misaligned. His hands are bloody and he taps the shoulder of some waif flowing out of the bar, who startles, staring at him with wide eyes like he’s some creature. He instructs her to call the police and vanishes, not a thought in his mind to pause and see if the bleeding lump he left behind is still breathing or not. 

Ghost shows up two nights later and chokes him, shoves his dick down Soap’s throat and fucks him with two fingers, unerringly hitting his prostate until he’s crying into his pillow. He’s gone when the sun rises and there’s a sketchbook in his place. He snaps all the pencils in the house in half, but after an hour he’s apologetically, shamefully, standing in a Walmart buying a pack of colored ones. Ghost doesn’t miss, doesn’t stay a second longer than he needs to brand himself into Soap’s life. Flashes of guidance, tugging of the leash. It soothes him and then rankles him in turns and Soap turns this around and around in his head and can’t quite understand it. He doesn’t understand a lot about himself lately.

The call comes six months after he ditches, after four visits from Ghost. It’s Price and he nearly drops the phone. 

Ghost ticks him off on his good days. He loved him, loves him, but even before Johnny had felt that inicessent drive to ruffle his feathers, to drag his attention onto him with sharp words and disobedience.

Price’s tone is calm, even, like he’s issuing a mission just like normal and Soap is rapt. He nods along to half of the call before he even remembers to listen to any of it. Price is telling him Ghost has been in touch, which doesn’t need to be said, talking about Soap’s recovery. He thinks about the sketchbook in his nightstand, pages of blood and gore and guns and sunrises and sheep and flowers, page of one, page of the next, like some kind of fucked up flip book. Sane, insane, sane, insane, violent, calm, violent, it’s a jeopardy wheel spinning inside his head.

[winterwitch-trash]

“A moment of peace…”

Author's Note: My apologies for the delay in this second chapter. Things are a bit hectic as we draw closer to the Christmas Holiday. This story will be more frequently updated over the Christmas break! And honestly? I'm getting more excited for what's to come. I don't want to spoil much, but it will feature smut, fluff, and angst (lots of it, be prepared!!!). Finally, some chapters may contain dark and graphic elements, so I will make sure to add warnings!

Summary: After a night of passion, the couple spends a few quiet moments, trying to relish in their love. But business doesn't take care of itself...

Word Count: 600 words (Short! I know!) Warnings for this Chapter: None, just a whole lot of fluff!

The next morning found the two entangled together, Bucky’s arm draped over her lithe body as if it was shielding her from the world. Both were blissfully asleep, and it was like nothing could disturb their little bubble. However, the alarm had different plans. Its angry blare was more than enough to awaken the mobster who smashed it onto the wall with a frustrated groan. He was nice and cozy in bed with the one he adored and he wanted no interruptions. Oh well. So much for a peaceful sleep. At least he would get to admire the sleeping beauty that was snuggling up at him. After a while though, he decided it was time for a shower, so he pecked her cheek softly before slipping out of bed.

His wife let out a yawn, stretching out her limbs, trying to  feel for her husband but she was only met with an empty bed. At the beginning, she thought he was already tending to business, but then she heard the water running from their bathroom. Without making noise she tiptoed inside, arms snaking around his waist, kissing his back, causing a smile to creep on the mobster’s face before he turned to face her.

“Mmm… Good morning sweetheart. “ Came his hushed voice before he captured her lips once again grabbing the sponge so he could spoil her a little. “I missed you in bed earlier..” She mused humming in contentment as she wrapped her nimble hands around his neck, pulling him closer. “Can’t blame me for giving you some time to sleep in... You looked so peaceful…” He replied resting his forehead against hers. This man never ceased to amaze her. He could go from stone-cold, deadly, and fearsome Mobster to the most loving husband in a matter of mere seconds. Of course, he was a man of honor as he promised her that all the orphaned children of this city would be safe from any harm that came with being the leader of the Mafia. From the moment they met each other, he told her of his line of work but that wasn’t enough to keep her away from him. She loved him either way.   Bucky noticed how she was zoning out. Apparently, she was lost in her thoughts and it made him curious as to what she was thinking about. “… Penny for your thoughts, beautiful?” He asked poking her side playfully, eliciting a melodic giggle from her. “ I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you by my side. That’s all.” She trailed off kissing him briefly when she felt a towel being wrapped around her body.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t stay like this for the rest of the day. He would have to oversee various operations and meetings. As for her, she would spend the day working from home. Pretty mundane things. But she would also have to head out into the city in order to meet with representatives of various charity organizations that she was cooperating with. Bucky insisted that she took a bodyguard along with her, but she kept refusing; every time she would have to persuade him that she would be just fine. And every time, he trusted her. Why wouldn’t he? She was strong, and she was definitely not one of those damsels in distress that always needed saving. That was another reason that he adored her.

But in a few hours, everything would change… Neither of them knew it though. They just went through their routines blissfully unaware of the hell that was about to break loose…

@world-of-aus And here... we... go! I hope you like it <3

[wtf-a-psychoanalysis]

Calm, Cool and Collected 3…

Is not what Yuichi was feeling right now. If the banishment from Neo Edo and dealing with another invasion wasn't enough, the universe had to throw something in the way of his love life again. The first time it was the banishment, almost a month ago. Lord Kogane had organized this lavish ceremony, so lavish that the young rabbit decided that he must make it the venue to confess his love to the cat ninja, Chizu, who he had been friends with for at least a year. But before he could get the words out on stage, Lord Kogane had exclaimed, "Congratulations Usagi, in order to further spread the legacy of Miyamoto Usagi, you must be a traveling Ronin. So, I declare you banished from Neo Edo." 

"What!" Was the only word that came out from his whole friend group during the ceremony. Yuichi's friends had gotten established positions at the city, Gen, the rhino, got to be official Bounty hunter, Kitsune, the fox, got to be official community center organizer, and Chizu was assigned official bodyguard to the Shogun. All decisions made by Kogane. One could tell this is based on shallow assumptions but banishment was not something anybody could want, but fighting the Shogun would only make it worse. So he packed his bags, took Spot, and waited outside the city limits not knowing what to do, but before any of his friends could show up, as they were too caught up with the follow up press interview. The young rabbit found an interesting pair of Yokai.

"Huginn, look it's a rabbit Yokai!" Said the stubbier gargoyle. The one called Huginn responded, "Yeah Muninn, and he looks kind of sad."

"I am not a Yokai!" Cried out Yuichi, sending out some pent up anger before crouching back down to his curled up position he had earlier. "I fight Yokai." He sobbed. That's when Huginn said, "Know the place for you"

That's how he became a fighter in the Battle Nexus, letting Willow Branch, Miyamoto's sword, taste blood for the first time in over half a millennia. It was fairly easy as he was a bit of a yokai nerd. After his first match he overheard a fighter complain about someone named “Big Mama'' and that he should have stayed off her radar. “Hope I don’t ever cross paths with her.” Yuichi thought.

 Eventually he found a job at Hueso's to create a good cover up if anyone from Neo Edo managed to find him, he didn’t want Kogane to know about the battles should he change his mind about the banishment.

Now here he was, standing in front of the rabbit responsible for all his hardships in Neo Edo, the one known as the great betrayer, the one who was now the most worried he had ever seen him. It was obivous that the poor rabbit was in love but why did it have to be the dad of the guy Yuichi was interested in. Guess types pass down generations. This was his second chance at love and Yuichi knew that he shouldn't let Miyamoto ruin his shot, yet he said, "Go for it, Jiji, it's the 21st century, it's fine to like men. I like men and women and everything in between…" then the young rabbit rambled on a bit. Before the older rabbit stopped him and said, "I am not worried because he's a man, I like men as much as I like women. I am worried because I made the impression, in front of his family, that I wanted  to meet him at your place to have…"

"Whoa, I didn't need to hear that, and besides I have to go back to work." That's when the young rabbit made his leave into the store but before going back to waiting tables he texts Leo-kun, who gave him his phone number during their conversation.

"Hey it's Usagi, meet me at the fountain by 6🐰."

It was 6:10 and both the young turtle and rabbit sat next to each other. There was an awkward silence, both could feel the tension in the air before Leo broke the silence.

"So it's this a date or you-."

"My 'dad' wants to smash your dad" Said Yuichi woefully.

"Oh, but my 'mom' just passed away and I..." Leo-kun said. Again not wanting to explain time travel to a rabbit. But something in Yuichi snapped, something that had been buried down long ago. He a coin from the fountain and slamming it back into the down screaming, "My mom has been dead for years"

"It must be hard for you to see your dad move on especially after losing the other child he had with her." Leo, said guiltily, staring at the enraged rabbit.

"Jotaro's Mom wasn't even my mom. Jotaro's not my brother!" His expression shifted from aggression to fear, "Oh, no" He thought he exposed his lie however…

"It's ok Usagi," Leo said, and with a heavy sniff he too started to sob "I'm sorry it's my fault, the Kraang…” Both the turtle and rabbit broke down in ugly sobs. 

Later when they both have calmed down, Leo-kun asked “Are you sure about this,Usagi? Dating in secret, what about your dad?”

“What about him? The only thing that matters is us ok.” said Yuichi, wiping off the remaining tears off Leo-kun’s face. “Plus we don’t know if your dad’s into him.”

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Sebastian Knight

Chapter 4 - Liliana

The next morning, I awoke to feel an arm pinning me to the bed, I looked over to see Sebastian sleeping next to me, his tattooed chest was on show for me. Biting my lip, I slowly turned around to face him, gently pressing my fingertips on his face, brushing the hair from his face.

A hum came from his voice as he began to stir, "Are you sore?" His gruff morning voice asked.

I didn't even think about that, now that he asked, I did feel a little of pain but it was bareable, "A little."

"So no round two then?" He asked, I could hear the smirk on his face.

I let out a small giggle, "Well I didn't say that."

A growl left Sebastian's throat as he quickly straddled me, a gasp left my throat before smiling wide. Sebastian lent forward and pressed his lips against me, I let out a low moan as his fingers touched my wetness.

Things were getting more heated, when a knock came at the door causing Sebastian to grunt and holt his movements, making me whine.

"Who is it?" He asked whipping his head to the door.

"I'm so sorry to distrup you boss, but Manuel has called, someone has broken into the bar," The man said from behind the door.

"We'll finish this later baby," He whispered.

"Can.. can I come with you?" I asked, not wanting to be alone in this mansion by myself.

"Baby, it could be dangerous," he sighed, shaking his head. "Alright but you stay by me at all times, you don't talk to anyone you don't know."

I nodded, smiling softly kissing him once more making him groan, "Baby, stop all we will never get out of bed. It pains me to stop."

Sebastian pulled away before getting off of me and put his clothes back on from last night, "I got Felicity to wash and dry your dress, I'll get her to bring it in."

****

Sebastian arrived at the bar, the car coming to a Holt as he out it in park and turned off the engine, opening the door, I stepped out and waited for him. Sebastian grabbed my hand and let me inside, concealing myself behind him.

Deigo was already there waiting for Sebastian to arrive with Manuel by his side, "Boss."

"Deigo, do you have anything?" Sebastian asked.

"I've looked around the entire building, it seems they came in the back. I believe they were looking for drugs or money. Manuel said that the cameras were disabled from that portion of time, he said he heard smash of glass and went to investigate but seems it was a diversion," Deigo replied as Sebastian walked with him.

I followed in suit, ignoring my fathers glares and looks of judgement.

"Was anything stolen?" Sebastian asked as we stepped into his office that was in the bar.

I closed the door once we were all inside, I allowed the men to speak, I found a piece of paper and pen and began to draw to keep myself distracted.

"The only thing that I found that was stolen was a few bottles of wishkey and scotch. I checked the inventory again, I don't believe they found what they were looking for. We will keep a detail on the place all day especially with the shipment coming today," Deigo replied.

Sebastian nodded his head, "Thank you Deigo, I also want detail on Manuel as well to see what he does. I don't trust him."

"Yes boss."

Deigo left the office, leaving myself and Sebastian in there alone together. "What are you doing baby?" He asked.

I looked at him and slid the paper over towards him, which had shown a drawing of him. I had gotten all his features, even the tattoo on his neck.

"Wow, this is amazing. People here were telling me, you were a great artist. But this just proves that you are even better than what they thought," Sebastian spoke.

I smiled warmly towards him, "Thank you. Please don't tell my dad. I don't want Savannah taking another thing from me."

Sebastian pulled me onto his lap, his lips connecting to my ear, "I would never."

Later on that afternoon, I was sitting at the bar talking to one of the bodyguards that were assigned to watch inside the bar. His name was Hughes.

"So you think you can play me like that?" I heard my father's voice come behind me.

I frowned as I turned around to him, "What are you talking about?" I was confused.

"You think that he loves you at all? You are never good enough for anyone. Savannah deserves him. Not you. You are a pathetic excuse of a daughter," he seethed.

Hughes stood up, but I gently placed my hand up to stop him. Standing up from my seat, I looked my father dead in the eyes.

"I know I'll never be good enough, no matter how many times I try. I know that you and mother will never love you like you do my siblings. I hate being in there shadow and the one time I'm actually on top here you are, having a cry because finally... finally something is happening for me," I spoke.

Manuel's jaw clenched as I spoke my mind to him, his hand came into contact with my cheek pushing it to the side. Staring at the ground, I curled my fists up. Hughes jumped right in and pushed Manuel away, speaking into an ear piece he had.

"You are finished Manuel. You and your family are done," Hughes spoke.

[writer59january13]

Strong suspicion a 2024 presidential win...

for the trumpeting don spells loss for democracy after inauguration day witnesses his swearing-in nepotism will run rampant lawlessness the name of the game of thrones breaking apart ramparts of inalienable rightful freedoms rent sunder, whereby nothin can stop formidable has-been former forty fifth commander in chief to wreak havoc giving boogeymen run for his money. I cannot vote for that coiffed ogre - tough luck such as imprisonment doled out to "losers" - dragging them by scruff of their neck delegating his henchmen charged analogous to applying assault, battery and rape ever ready and rough each likened as assigned kapo spewing ala blow torch dragon

puffing out following remaining poetic lines dashed off in a huff - based on the scary political fracas - that a looming presidential nightmare doth not become reality show - apprenticing "Three Billy Goats Gruff" (Norwegian: De tre bukkene Bruse), a Norwegian fairy tale collected by Peter Christen Asbjørnsen

and Jørgen Moe in their Norske Folkeeventyr, first published between 1841 and 1844 requiring dye hard adherents to fluff up their orange hair and douse body courtesy sunlamps or other tanning equipment to affect getting more than enough emitted rays of ultraviolet (UV) radiation (courtesy booth installed

in every congressional seat) sycophants forever believing unhealthy glow (viz Rudolph) never enough while spending taxpayers money sitting on her/his respective duff meanwhile United States in general, and Washington District of Columbia in particular (the epitome western civilization) exemplifying City on a Hill,

a phrase derived from the teaching of salt and light in Jesus's Sermon on the Mount incorporated in political rhetoric in United States politics that of a declaration of American exceptionalism to refer to America acting as a "beacon of hope" for the world, when suddenly such grandeur precariously perched atop figurative bluff. Airing thoughts - no matter aye ham juiced one twenty first century piddling, noodling, and muddling ape poetic license serves as genuine esse cape to fly (during pitch black hours of night) on his witch a ma call it... to escape temporarily the cares and concerns of an uncertain world, where as an outlier

from the madding crowd I gape at forecasting sheer insanity, where vetted trumpeting drag queens dolled up as pansexual strumpets while they seductively eat crumpets soulfully bellow chilling hate innate prejudice and senselessness purr blind faith toward self avowed demigod – seize whore viz Cesar wind blown kickstarting mobs stir twittering paypal purchased

Monty Python's Flying Circus pretenders smelling of musk crowdsourcing Amazon sized nasty and brutish bodyguards to evict ruckus-causing murmur oh...how the controlling fiends will let this country go to hell in handbasket, and rack up stratospheric global debt cause zing at least one measly mortal male to fret

totalitarian rule will force every man, woman and child to march....het two...three...four, while the billionaire turns a third blind eye speeds away in his foo fighter jet argh...heavens to Betsy, how did fickle finger of fate let pompous ass vacuum up majority votes across world wide net to finagle vox populi,

and groom hooligan nasty ruffian thugs delivering smashed face upon those deemed peevish pet Long story short -

pondering my rental circumstance will be upended if this ret chad, evil, googly-eyed, gastronomic,

narcissistic bullish don will set the spark for world war three - unless....Katrina and the Waves, superman or the Sabrina can oust him yet.

[sscarletvenus]

unloading some gun thoughts that have been on my mind :

- he's really the public enemy #1 of lookism universe huh he has pissed off everybody and their momma under the sun : johan, eli, jake, daniel, kenta DAMN

- he's reluctant BESTIES with crystal choi. like he says he doesn't care what she does as long as he doesn't lose his job but even staring at her funny means HE WILL DECK YOU

- he's an awesome oppa to soojung. the BEST actually.

- he seems the type to listen to japanese orchestral court music (雅楽) or SNSD there's no in betwen. jk tho he probably listens to Drake lol

- he shows severe lack of empathy and remorse for his actions, all being indicators towards him having sociopathic tendencies...

- like goo, he also probably despises tom lee for how that creepy old bum treated him during his trainee period. during the 4th affiliate arc tom lee stepped on ui daniel's face to keep him down, saying that he reminded him of gun and also something about how it was bad manners to get up once you've been knocked down. so knowing gun, maybe he DID fight back many times and tom lee only got worse/ harsher with his training?

- he has non-ui eyes from kenta's flashback so he probably didn't have ui as a child. i feel that being a heir to the yakuza made him vulnerable to harm from rivals so he got attacked a lot? or yakuza elders probably made him fight to become "worthy"? anyways he was pushed into a state where he has to fight to survive/has to become the strongest beast in order to survive, hence the constant ui...

-ig his growing up was a bit screwed up, and he was required to be a "REAL MAN" as seen by all his "men's worth lies in the money they make", smoking, drinking and displaying sexual promiscuity (he's 18-19 and its heavily implied that he has slept around with women in Vs. GUN)

- he is mentioned to be the young master of the Yamazaki group (massively powerful yakuza) BUT instead of ruling his family in japan, he's merely a CEO'S daughter's bodyguard? either charles choi has serious dirt on him or gun is somehow indebted to charles choi...

- steve hong said that charles choi met someone (alluded to be gun) while his time as a janitor in prison... so maybe he observed gun rounding up and beating all the other convicts to pulp and recruited him as the fighting genius???

- gun is literally the "me and and my girl don't argue, she smash my head with a brick and i walk it off like a man" tweet as a person

- his type is probably someone who can just kill him

- lmao daniel kicked his ass ONCE and he gave that mf his credit card info AND lay on the couch staring at his broken arm like a lovesick fool

- he would get along pretty damn well with seo moonjo from strangers from hell (just two sexy unhinged men thinking about ways to make their babygirls hyungseok and jongwoo worse idk)

- his cooking is ass btw! he is prohibited from entering the kitchen after listing the blood of his enemies as an ingredient for cooking steak.

- gun journals survival tactics while watching zombie movies

- he gels his hair back during work hours to appear older because otherwise he looks like a runway model and no one takes him seriously, either thirsting over him or mocking him for being a pretty boy lmaooo

- his house is probably full of posters and framed signatures and has a shrine or two (HIS FANBOY MOMENT WITH BREKDAK AT THE END OF GOD DOG???)

- his body is scarred all over so he must have had a lot of trouble sleeping on his front, side, or back when those cuts were healing. so ig he adapted to sleeping upright... he's like a horse that way lol

- i was wrong. he is a vampire and doesn't need to sleep. (hmmm like have we ever seen him close his eyes??? yup definitely not!!!)

- his yakuza title of shiro oni could imply that his victims saw his white attire in their final moments (like baek seongjoon being called warai oni for smiling maniacally at his victims before ending them)

- shiro oni AND warai oni were both infamous so it's HIGHLY possible that gun and seongjoon have already met or atleast know each other

- and with THAT i hope he clears his GED and gets therapy or something cuz that's my violent evil little scrunkle i wuv him

[evacado3]

Secretary's secret ♡︎

Samuel seo One-shot

Word count: 800

Who would've thought, the cold-hearted secretary, the one labeled as a workaholic, could ever bear such humane feelings.

So when you confessed to your fellow intern you had the hots for someone, she let out a boisterous squeal enough to shake the whole 4th affiliate.

You were sure to be reported if the office wasn't soundproof, she slams her hands on the table making you flinch. "Who's the lucky guy, wait, or girl. You look like you're into girls too." she interrogated.

You rolled your eyes at her eagerness. "What, I'm not wrong. Ohhh I am sooo gonna found out who it is."

"Sarah, calm down. Hand me the documents from yesterday, how many new people signed this month?"

"Please tell me~ You know I’m trustworthy right?"

You adjusted your glasses and starting organizing the paperwork. "Hey don’t ignore me, I promise I won’t tell anyone!"

"You’re the one ignoring me, hand me the papers. Or did you not do them?" You frowned. She pouted, handing you the thick stack of work. "How many."

"14…"

Sighing, you rubbed your forehead. How are we gonna beat the third affiliate at this state? He was so confident, I cannot fail him.

"Go do the other assignments now, I want them back by tomorrow." You stated, preceding to walk out the room. "Ehhhhhh? That's too much!" Her exclaims were left unheard as you have departed from the office.

You walked towards the elevator, familiar faces greeting you and bowing. But people thought you were strict, too strict in fact. The look on your face could scare them a mile away. Not many employees could find themselves in a conversation with you.

Doing illegal work has never exactly fazed you, no one feels the necessity of guilt when you can earn almost five million dollars a month. Though it’s hard to hide it from the rest of the employees, including your witty intern.

The chances of getting caught are at zero, bounded by the best bodyguards and an unknown level, no staff has ever wondered in yet.

Samuel’s a perfectionist if people couldn’t tell. The numbers of secretaries he's had would surely shock anyone in the same line of business.

It's either he scolds the hell out of them then they get dismissed, or they quit. No in-between. Not before you at least. You had patience, enough to deal with his childish wants on being flawless.

You've been dealing with it since nearly six months ago, what could go wrong now? And you certainly aren't willing to give this spot to any other women, you're a qualified hard worker, that’s only loyal to Samuel and his needs.

It's not just loyalty, is it?

No, of course not, but that's the secret. How could anyone found out your obsession with the director? Peculiarly the man himself, not only would you lose your job, you would give up the chance to just stay by his side as he rises to the top.

That's solely the job, to make him king. And yet some fat bold man is running all over and stepping on him. How you wish you could slap the disrespect along with the grease off him.

"Sir, I have bought the documents you've requested this week." There he was, threatening Samuel while sitting on his car. Your eye twitched, not wanting to express dissatisfaction.

"Finally, you sure are slow, bring it to me and leave. Take him too while you're at it." You demanded it just yesterday. This ill-mannered man, the things you wanted to-

"President, I won't disappoint you again." Samuel stood up, the tv behind him completely smashed. Did he try to crash Samuel? Handing him the papers, you assorted Samuel to the elevator.

Why is this man getting blamed, all the president does is eat noodles on his damn cars. Nothing to help the "vermin" he made as director.

Even walking behind him gave you butterflies, his cologne slightly drifted past your nose. Cigarettes and vanilla, in harmony with his cream-colored suit.

Though one-sided love could never work out

Just being here is enough, just fulfilling his needs is enough.

Seeing him sighing while stumbling out to the hallway made you rage at the bold man. How could he treat him like this?

"Your paper works this week was good, is the new intern doing well?" he muttered.

One-sided love like this could never work out. You could never make his heart race as his voice makes yours.

"Yes sir, I am glad you are satisfied with her work."

"Hey, you're off work now, you can stop speaking formally."

Stop being formal? I wouldn't disrespect him like that! But, he wants to speak casually with me...

One-sided love could never

"Care to join me for dinner, my treat."

Can it work out?

[pasiveagressive]

New Friend//Mob AU//h.s.

this is going to be a two or three part series let me know what you think.

You really hadn’t wanted to go out tonight. Finals are next week and although you are sure you are going to be fine, it doesn’t hurt to study more. But here you are, at your best friend's favorite club. She wanted to celebrate the end of the school year and you had tried to argue with her that until finals were over it wasn't the end but she wasn’t having it and dragged you out anyway. So that's how you ended up sitting at the bar of the most popular club in town nursing a moscow mule. Where Y/BF/N had gone you have no idea, probably off with some guy for the night.  You finish off your current drink and are trying to get the bartender's attention when you feel an arm snake around your waist. You turn around ready to throw a punch. When you face your assailant it's a short man with greasy hair and a creepy smile.

“Hey baby.” he says as you try to pull away from him 

“Get off me you creep.”

“I just thought I could keep you company, seeing as a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be left alone.” he smiles, giving you the chills again. You have to get away from him.

“Lucky for you I am not alone, my friend is here, they are just in the bathroom. You know what they have actually been in there awhile I should probably go check on them.” 

“Yeah right that's what they all say.” That’s when you have enough and pull back your arm curling your hand into a fist. You slam your knuckles off the guy's nose and as he leans over in pain and shock you smash your knee into his balls. “You bitch!” he screams although it comes out quite nasally and muffled due to his broken nose and blood streaming down his face. He lunges at you, shoving you into a man. The man, caught off guard, turns around very clearly about to bitch you out, but then quickly assesses the situation. He does something that completely throws you for a loop. 

“Rob.” he says, getting one of the other men in his group's attention. He then nods his head toward the greasy skeezeball and pulls you behind him. Rob you realize as he walks past you is a very large man. At least six foot five and easily two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. You are in a daze as Rob stalks toward the guy, who is very quickly backing away. 

“ ‘ello. You alright?” a voice with an accent pulls you out of your daze and your attention is brought to your rescuer 

“Yes, thank you.” you reply “and thank you for sending your friend over there to take care of him.” You finally look into his eyes. They are piercing green, mesmerizing. You get lost for a second and then remember where you are. “Well thank you again, I better go get a car.” You say dismissing yourself and pulling out your phone. As you turn to leave a hand appears on your arm holding you back

“Now wait a minute I didn’t even get your name love.” the guy says and suddenly you notice several other men who look like they could be rob’s brother flanking him.

“Oh it’s Y/N.” you say, a little intimidated. The man notices your discomfort and nods his head to the men behind him, a clear dismissal. ‘Who is this guy’ you think to yourself 

“I’m Harry, can I get you a drink?” Harry askes, and although you feel as if it is more a demand than a question you turn him down anyway.

“Thank you for the offer but I really need to get home.” disappointment and amusement shines in Harry’s green orbs

“You see darling it wasn’t really a request. Now what are you drinking? Or are you going to be difficult and make me guess?” you give a resigned sigh

“Moscow Mule.” you voice

“Excellent.” He leans into one of the men whispers something in his ear and then motions for you to follow him as the, who you assume is a bodyguard, walks away. You follow Harry to a back booth sectioned off by ropes and curtain. He waits for you at the edge gesturing you to slide in. Once you do he slides in after you, blocking any chance of exit without his permission. 

“Look I really appreciate everything, but I just want to get home.” You tell the man 

“Do you know who I am?” Harry askes with a peculiar look on his face 

“Should I?” 

“Perhaps or perhaps not. But either way I am someone people don’t mess with and I am someone who is used to getting what I want.” he states

“Sounds ominous.” You say refraining from giggling. He sounds like a bad character in a work of fiction.

“I have a proposal for you darling. I would like to take you on a date, but I can also understand if you say no, I have been quite demanding since rescuing you.” he put an emphasis on the word rescue.”So here is my proposal. Have this drink with me, let’s talk and get to know one another and then I will drive you home. You can either accept or decline my invitation at that time.” you nod your head thinking. It still seems like  a bad plot for a movie but you find yourself agreeing anyway.

“Okay, Harry I accept.” As you say that, Rob and big guy number two arrive back at the table. The latter holding your mule and what looked to be some sort of whiskey in his hands. 

You and Harry sit, sipping and talking for the better part of an hour. After that he wraps his arm around you guiding you out the back door and towards a black Mercedes Benz with blackout windows. 

“Is this where you kill me?” you joke laughing, over the past hour you found yourself thoroughly enjoying Harry’s company. He just smiles at your joke opening the door for you. Once you are in he walks around getting into the driver's seat. 

“So…” he trails off

“So?” you question 

“Your address?” he smiles at you 

“Right,” you laugh, “I am at the Garrison Lofts on 7th.” you think you see him clench his jaw at that, but must have imagined it as he nods his head and pulls out of the private lot.

“So..” He says as he’s driving and you experience a slight bout of deja vu.

“So?” 

“What about that date?” you smirk deciding to play coy

“I thought I had until you dropped me off?” 

“You do, but I feel as though you probably have come up with your decision at this point. Have you not?” 

“Maybe, or maybe I am seeing if you are an awful driver or not. That is a big turn off, you know.” 

“Oh is that right?” he says and you nod, falling into a comfortable silence. Your thoughts drift off, you had barely known this man for two hours and yet you felt more comfortable and safe with him than you had with any of your previous boyfriends. Harry just exudes safety and control. He finally pulls up to your building, is out of his seat and at your door before you can even unbuckle. 

“Thank you.” you say. He closes the door and turns to you. 

“So…” you giggle at his repeat

“Well you aren’t the worst driver in the world so, yes.”

“Wonderful.” he smiles bigger than he had all night “I will pick you up Tuesday? At 8?”

“Make it 7? I have a final the next morning.” 

“Deal.” the two of you stand there awkwardly for a minute.

“Okay then, bye.” you lift a hand and walk away you can feel him staring at you as you get into the building. 

Once you open your door you see your roommate standing there tapping her foot, literally looking like a disappointed mom in a cheesy movie. 

“Um, hi? What are you doing up, it's like two in the morning and you work tomorrow?” you question 

“I will be asking the questions. Like for instance how long have you been seeing Harry Styles?” you can’t tell if she looks worried or enraged

“Um, we just met tonight. Why? Is it a problem? Is he an ex or something?” her eyes go wide

“No he is not an ex or something, he is NYC’s biggest mob boss.” you scrunch your face in confusion. 

“What? No he’s not.” but even as you say it you know there was some part of you who figured it out right away. The bodyguards, the confidence that just rolled off of him, the private wing in the club and the backlot. He probably owns the club, and the skeezball that was hitting on you earlier was probably dead. “Oh my gosh.” The more you thought about it the more it clicked.

“Oh babe.” your roommate hugs you and rubs your back. But the thing is, you know you should be scared, however you aren’t. You accept her comfort nonetheless and go back to your thoughts.

[harostar]

Copy and pasted from elsewhere. My attempt to summarize Roman Holiday!

Roman's story follows him as a young man in Mistral, getting into trouble with a pair of Spider goons (Brick and Mortar). They attack him for mugging someone on their turf, so he beats them up and steals the protection money they were carrying. A week later, the Spiders pick him up and bring him to meet Lil' Miss herself. (Roman likes milfs.) He convinces her that he can do better than her current people, and eventually rises to become her right-hand man over the years.

But he's overly-ambitious, taking the Twins on a raid of a gang's base of operations. Paul Parrot has a "treasure" in the basement, which turns out to be a Rat Grimm he imported from Menagerie that he feeds people to. Roman manages to outwit him by injuring the Grimm with the twins' help, then provokes Paul until he flips out and his rage makes him the more desirable target for the Grimm. They escape, but Lil' Miss is pissed about him moving on his own AND putting her daughters' at risk. This was all according to his plan, as he wanted to get out of having to play bodyguard to the twins.

Eventually, he's caught taking an extra protection payment for himself. His old partner, Cammie (very similar to Ilia) warns him and lets him escape after a fight. He flees Mistral, going over his options — Vacuo has a strong criminal element, but it's hard to break into. Atlas is...well...Mantle has nothing worthwhile and trying in Atlas itself is too risky. So he heads for Vale.

Roman's first criminal act is holding up a bank, which goes comically. Literally no one believes its happening, because Vale doesn't HAVE major criminal stuff happening. A pair of incompetent Huntsmen (Roch and Kandi) try to stop him, but end up beaten while Roman escapes. They end up in hot water of their behavior, with Ozpin being interviewed about it briefly. Roman begins building a name for himself, coming to the attention of Hei Xiong. He's threatened, but walks away alive and decides to further reinvent himself by having his Spiders tattoo covered.

Meanwhile, young Trivia begins to rebel against her parents. They keep her in isolation, forcing her to wear a brown contact to hide her mismatched eyes in photos and whenever guests come over. Her father is a prominent City Manager working for the Vale council, and they make a big fuss over her "overactive imagination" and "refusal" to speak. She has a private tutor, a former Huntress that was fired from Signal Combat School after getting a student killed. I THOUGHT it might be Gretchen, but it doesn't match what we know — it was Signal, not Beacon, so Ozpin wasn't involved. Trivia drugs her teacher and sneaks out using her Semblance. She goes into the city and gets bullied by a gang of girls, ending with the police picking her up. One of the officers suspects abuse, but their hands are tied. There's a party going on, and Trivia rampages through it using her Semblance to cause trouble.

As the years go on, Trivia keeps sneaking out and rebelling. She goes on a stealing spree in town, coming home with a ton of new stuff. Her father catches her and notes that he paid everyone off to cover up her antics. In a rage, she throws her new parasol at him. This leads to her parents locking her in her room, using increasingly complex locks. She studies tutorials and manuals to learn to pick locks, but eventually has one too complex. With "Neo"'s encouragement, she tries to damage the lock with hairspray and a candle. Instead, she starts a fire and is forced to leap from her window to escape. In doing so, she discovers she can make her illusions more solid temporarily — reinforcing her parasol to break her fall, and being caught by "Neo". Her parents are furious, and her mother smashes "Neo" in front of her. Trivia finds she can no longer make "Neo", but realizes it was simply her own wishes being expressed by her Semblance.

Trivia is sent to Lady Browning's private finishing school, a school her mother graduated from. It has incredibly strict rules, uniforms, and a bunch of mean girls led by the Malachite Twins. Trivia is relentlessly bullied, until one night she sneaks out to follow the twins. She witnesses them attack Roman, and helps him escape. Afterwards, Lady Browning offers her a spot in her "advanced" program and asks her to help capture Roman. This advanced program trains...well....basically Black Widows, for lack of a better way to describe it. Advanced combat lessons, espionage training, lessons in deception and reading other people, ect. Trivia excels, but also makes contact with Roman. She introduces herself as Neo, because she doesn't want to be connected to her father. She also begins dying her hair and altering her uniform, beginning to create the persona we all know.

They immediately form a strong partnership, with Roman training her further in combat and criminal stuff. He has the Schemes Board from Chibi, and they plot together before pulling off their first big heist. They hit up the warehouse supplying most of the city's coffee, and steal what they can. Roch shows up, having lost his license and out for revenge. Neo hits him with a truck to save Roman, and they end up destroying the warehouse leaving them with the only supply of coffee to fence. Roman gifts Neo with Hush, while she gives him his signature hat and makes matching outfits for them.

They carry out various wacky crimes, making a profit while putting Xiong in an awkward position. He controls crime in Vale, and has the police under his thumb. But he doesn't want to claim he's involved with these wacky crimes, nor does he want to admit he's got competition. His conflict with Lil' Miss starts heating up, with both parties starting to gun for Roman.

Neo discovers Lady Beat's server room, and realizes the school is a way not only to train agents but to basically have hidden cameras on all the prominent families/businesses in Vale. She steals the hard drive, fights off the Twins when they come for her, and realizes Lil' Miss and Lady Beat are working together. Honey Wine, Roman's old friend from Mistral, helps the Spiders capture him to pay off her loan to Lil' Miss for her Vale nightclub. In desperation, Neo approaches a pair of cops parked outside Roman's apartment — they take her to Xiong, who calls himself her "uncle". He explains that her father owes him a lot of money, and he intends to use her as a hostage to get his money. Even so, he wishes he had a smart kid like her instead of his idiot son Junior. Neo knocks him out and assumes his appearance, joining his forces as they go after Lil' Miss and her gang.

Neo hijacks the Bullhead, rescues Roman, and then they decide to lie low at her parents' for lack of anywhere else to go. Cue a nod to Blake and Sun visiting Menagerie, with Roman shocked when she points out that the big mansion is her house. Her parents are furious, but let them in. Her parents drug them with tea, intending to trade Roman and the hard drive to Lil' Miss to get out from under Xiong. They've both been hoping to take over Xiong's empire, but Roman faked being drugged and takes them both out. He finds Neo, and they devise a plan to get everyone off their backs and get rid of the hard drive. Roman sends the data to Lisa Lavender, while Neo plays decoy and discovers her father in her old room. She realizes he was stealing Dust from Xiong, and hiding the cache UNDER her room. This was the reason he was so angry about the fire. She's furious to realize he basically had her locked in a prison over a bomb, and locks him in her old room.

She disguises herself and Roman as her parents, then tricks Lil' Miss into firing on her old room. The Dust explodes, killing everyone still inside the mansion — her father, and likely her mother, Lady Beat, and Hei Xiong. Roman asks if she's okay, but Neo is kind of...shrugs and not sure how she feels. They ride off into the sunset together.

So basically, Roman and Neo are best buddies. Roman was QUITE LITERALLY Neo’s first and only friend, after a lifetime of isolation and bullying. Also the first person to not give a shit about her being mute, or about her “weird eyes”. He just accepted her without question, and encouraged her to never settle for less than  she could take. 

Junior is a pathetic crime boss because he’s the idiot son of the ACTUAL crime boss, who Neo ended up killing. He seems to have submitted to Lil’ Miss Malachite after his father died.

Neo is a Black Widow highly-trained spy and assassin, as well as a Savant that learns rapidly through observation and a shit-ton of tutorial videos. She loved Fairy Tales growing up, with her favorite being “The Girl in the Tower”. (lol)

[mariesocuniverse]

Relationships: NCT 127

Maeil (aka Daily)

there are two meanings to their ship name

first is, of course, their names mashed together but the second meanings is much cuter and the one fans use to explain their dynamic

When Mae found out their ship name was Maeil her first reaction was “Oh? Is it because I make sure to let Taeil hyung I love him daily?” while cuddling Taeil on a couch

he’s the same age as Mae’s older brother so she treats him as such

her brother is literally like “Are you replacing me with Taeil? I’m your reall brother!” and she’s just there sweating

part of Taeil’s hype squad and will fight donghyuck for the position of president

like the two were on vlive and spent a good fifteen minutes arguing about their positions in the club Mae won but donghyuck refuses to acknowledge it

he could be doing something simple and you can see Mae in the background with a big smile cheering

he’s also like her personal teddy bear whenever she wants cuddles and/or wants to rest

there are just multiple gifs floating around nct twt of Mae tackling Taeil for a hug or her just clinging to him on a couch because she’s either tired and wants to rest or just wants cuddles

absolutely adores his voice

there are multiple compilations on youtube about all the times Mae compliments Taeil on his voice and him just blushing the whole time

Maenny

was lowkey intimidated bc the man is a fucking tree and basically towers over her

but then he saw him play around with some other trainees and that thought disappeared real quick

he’s more like the protective older brother than like a parent like Doyoung or Taeyong

can and has used his height to his advantage when it comes to scaring people who hurt Mae or do something to make her sad

he was one of the first people who found out about her old company and he looked like he was about to storm their building probably would’ve if it weren’t for Mae

one of the first people she became friends with because he always answered questions she had when she was a trainees

before debut there were times people could see Johnny walk somewhere and Mae is just trailing after him like a lost puppy more like running because the man’s legs are long and he walks faster

there was this one time someone asked where Mae was and Johnny just shuffled to the side to reveal her behind him

his large frame was just big enough to hide her from everyone’s vision unless you walk past the two

you know that one vid of predebut nct performing Under The Sea with Johnny wearing the fish head? Mae was supposed to join him dressed as Ariel but the idea was cut last minute

there was this one time Mae couldn’t see something bc she was too short so Johnny lifted her up and put her on his shoulders

okay enough about Mae’s height

during shows he’s always encouraging Mae to talk more when she seems unsure whether to give her input or not

johnny, after an interviewer asks a question: “what do you think Mae?”

absolutely melts whenever she does aegyo because no matter how old she is he’ll always see her as the cute kid who followed him everywhere

MaeTae

honestly it’s hard to pinpoint where Taeyong’s protective parental energy started getting directed to Mae

like it might’ve been somewhere predebut but she doesnt know when

she’s like 50% sure she just blanked out and suddenly Taeyong appeared in her life scolding her for not taking care of herself

it’s not like she’s complaining abt it she’s really grateful to have someone like him in her life

when her family got worried abt her joining a group filled with guys he personally went to her house and calmly explained how Mae will be taken care of and how the group will make sure that she’ll be safe

first person to know if there’s something between SM and Mae that the other members don’t know about

he was also the first member to know about what happened with Mae and her old company

she knows she can trust him with anything

he found her alone crying in one of the practice rooms and she just poured her heart out to him

Whenever they go places as a large group he looks for Mae first before counting the other members

she got lost once and now he doesnt want her out of his sight for more than five minutes

she got him a “world’s greatest dad” trophy as a joke that he has on a shelf in his room

YuMae

you know how yuta acts with mark and winwin? yeah he does the same for Mae

if he isnt giving a hug to mark he’s all the way across the room with Mae giving her a back hug

Mae: does nothing

Yuta: aigoo look how cute she is :)

she doesnt ignore him tho she just returns the affection

likes to jump on his back for a piggy back ride or just run and jump to give him a hug

there was this one clip that went viral of Yuta talking to someone and he just pauses for a moment before turning around to catch Mae, who seemingly came out of nowhere, into a hug and turned back to his conversation

neither yuta nor the other person seemed fazed so this seemed like a regular occurrence to them

he teaches her japanese!

its beneficial to both of them because Mae can learn and Yuta won’t forget any Japanese while living in Korea :D

really really really loves his smile

like real whipped (A/N i wrote this while watching the under the sea performance and now im going through it)

like she sees him smile and that makes her smile and that makes fans smile

Can and has glared at “fans” and other people who make her uncomfortable whether it be at the airport or during their schedules

There was this one time Mae was walking ahead of him when there were fansites following them and he just pulled her back into his arms because he noticed an anti of hers was nearby

It’s like a lion trying to protect a kitten

2Young

again did not know how Doyoung because like a parent to Mae but she just ended up rolling with it

She just has this aura to her that makes you want to care of her and give her love

whenever they go eat together with the group he always put food on her plate, regardless of whether the managers glare at him or not he glares back anyway so they back off

“doyoung she’s been put on a diet-” “she’s going to eat whether you like it or not”

one time Mae got sick with a fever and he just burst into her room with medicine and soup

if taeyong has the “world’s greatest dad” trophy doyoung has the “world’s greatest mom” trophy that he says he’ll throw it away but has it perched on his desk

Mae’s also one of the members who like to clown him

she’s the one of the reasons he already has gray hairs

Mae has a folder of embarrassing photos of Doyoung’s childhood that his brother sent to her and refuses to delete it

she cant do anything about them tho bc Doyoung got his own folder of babie Mae pics courtesy of Mae’s older brother

Haechan has tried and failed to gain access to either of those folders

MaeHyun

major sibling energy

but not like the bickering kind of energy but more like very soft and uwu

there are a lot of people asking them “are you sure you’re not related?” during interviews and fansigns

Fans are just waiting for the two to do a duet bc come on SM you have a real life Disney prince and princess here

Let Mae be the Jasmine to Jaehyun’s Aladdin and perform A Whole New World together

She likes to poke his dimple

There’s this one vid where Jaehyun and Mae are sitting together and she just pokes his dimple and Jaehyun’s smile gets bigger

joked about if he could let her meet yugyeom and bambam bc of 97line and he just went no <3

when jaehyun was inkigayo’s mc nobody could approach her with the infamous inkigayo sandwich bc she was always with him not like anyone could try considering mae has several bodyguards wherever she goes

you know how jaehyun won the alpaca plushie in nct life? he gave it to mae bc he know how much she loved plushies

Honestly the majority of the plushies in her room were given to her by jaehyun

She has a bear named after him uwu

MaeWoo

Loves the energy he gives and thinks he’s so funny

He never fails to make her laugh whenever she needs cheering up

they used to be shy around each other when he first joined the group but they caught each other having a midnight snack so they just talked at 3am eating ramen until doyoung found them and told them to go to bed

now it’s just tradition for them to go to a convenience store together and eat ramen or whatever snacks they decide to get

nobody is allowed to join them its only a MaeWoo thing  

Mae has natural aegyo but Jungwoo has taught her to use it to her advantage which she does but not often

Another one of Mae’s cuddle buddies

She just thinks he looks so soft so she just clings to him whenever he’s nearby

Major uwu energy over here when it comes to the two of them together

idk why but i dont see him as the type to be protective when it comes to her dating

he’s more like

“you dont have a boyfriend yet? damn people dont know what they’re missing”

or on the other side of the spectrum

“good luck to your future boyfriend he’ll need it if he’s gonna date you”

2Ma/MaeKyung

Older brother that doesn’t feel like an older brother

Majority of the time he kinda just feels like they’re the same age or younger so newer fans get shocked when they find out she’s younger

Like there was this one time Johnny the two were playing Smash Bros and Mark was whining because he lost and Mae was jumping in the background cheering it was his fourth loss in a row but he won’t say it

they were kinda awkward around each other at first so johnny literally had to stick them in a room together and didn’t let them leave until they talked to each other

it worked and they just vibed and rambled about different topics like trainee life and what mark’s life in Vancouver was like

speaking of Vancouver

one time during their stay in Vancouver they wanted to have a friend date but he lost her at a mall and took twenty minutes trying to find her until she used the announcement service to call him

he wouldve ask his Vancouver friends to go with them but some of them had a crush on mae so no <3

When she first starting writing songs and her own lyrics she went to Mark first and asked if the lyrics she wrote were good

They were amazing and Mark made sure to tell her that :D

mae’s reaction to his dream graduation was one of the saddest things czennies have seen so when she found out he was coming back she would not let go of him

Literally could not stop smiling whenever mark was with the rest of dream filming for Resonance

It’s just very wholesome and czennies are willing to riot if SM decides to separate them

Maechan

You know how I said Maehyun was the soft and uwu type of siblings? Well Maechan are the bickering type of siblings

You know the ones who like to bicker over minor things but still would protect each other for life

they have so much dirt on each other on trainee days lmao

Haechan to Mae: lmao what a loser

Haechan when someone insults Mae: listen here you little shit

The only person allowed to clown her is him and the rest of NCT

he heard a trainee talk shit about her once and they still can’t look haechan in the eye

he’s only a few months older than her but he uses the “i’m older!” card whenever he can

“i’m older therefore i get to go first” “excuse me sir but you’re only three months older than me” “but im still older”

they fight for the title of the favorite 127 maknae but they both know that can do what they want

Mae is more lenient towards the hyungs during yaja time than haechan is tho so she just vibes whenever they go to scold him when the games over

they do team up a lot so they’re a menace when they do something together

especially in games

their competitive nature plus their brain power together? its over it even started

50% of the time they have to be separated from each other when it comes to choosing teams

the other 50% is someone choosing both of them because they want that easy win

Those two are willing to risk it all even for a bag of chips

[kerokerogecko]

WARNING: descriptions of violence, foul language and abuse.

•ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢: ℜ𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔲𝔢•

The masked man struggled to get up. He had his left hand holding the right side of his torso, 'he probably broke a rib or two' Kid thought. The room went cold when instead of picking the tools from the ground, the masked man looked straight at the doctor's face. An amused smile appeared on the pale man's face. — Darring today are we? Shall I remind you who you belong to? — the doctor pulled a gray control from his coat pocket, but before he could do anything with it, the door to the operation room slammed open.

Killer stood in front of a mass of raging pirates, he had his beloved punishers firmly on his wrists and his blades were ready to go. This image, of course, caught the doctor by surprise and he quickly moved to stand behind the man he just beat up. — What!? How did you get here!? — the pirates charged forward, but the doctor was faster. 

— STAY BACK YOU SAVAGES. I have the life of your captain in my hands! One more step and his head goes boom! — the crew froze, the doctor was already holding the control, all he had to do was press a button. —T-that's right, you stay right there. — The doctor shakily said from behind his bodyguard.

— Go ahead men, if he kills Kid his servant dies too. — Killer said from his spot in the back of the crowd of furious men. The room was silent for a while and everyone was shocked when the laughs of the doctor broke the silence.

— You think I won't kill my own slave? It would be a shame to lose something so useful but it's not like I can't replace it! — the doctor cruelly stated and raised his head to loudly laugh. 

As a flash of light, Killer swiftly moved through the room, he spun his blades and crossed the sea of men in seconds. When the doctor opened his eyes, it was already too late, Killer was right beside him. Screams of pain filled the room and the doctor fell backwards, holding his right arm close to his chest. The Massacre Soldier had cut the doctor's right hand off.

When the severed hand fell to the floor, Killer smashed the controller with the heel of his boot. The collars around the masked man and Kids neck started to smoke and the sound of heavy metal hitting the floor echoed through the room. Nothing could stop the pirates from tearing the old man apart. They moved towards the tall man that was contorting in pain on the ground when — STOP! — their captain's voice was loud and clear. The man stopped on their tracks and lowered their weapons. Their gaze now focused on the still figure ahead of them.

Everyone carefully watched as the masked man slowly raised his hands towards the old and rusted metal mask. His fingers dug on the solid metal surface and he forcefully opened the mask, bending the thick metal like it was nothing and discarding it on the floor. The crew watched curiously as their enemy took in a breath of fresh air, when the men… no… when the woman inside the mask opened her eyes they were met with the most frightening look they've ever seen. Her eyes were sharp and full of hatred and anger, some man gasped and some stepped back, giving the scary woman some space. They were ready to fight her, but she turned around, eyes briefly meeting the mask of the Massacre Soldier before she was fully facing the doctor.

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Prompt 37 (from the first list) and bodyguard au seems interesting

By the way I love your writing please never stopped just finished your recent fic and its one of my favourites.

~Notes: 😭😭😭 baby u can’t be out here recklessly making me sob!!! I am so flustered right now!! Thank you so much for being a beautiful soul 😌😌 ok NEGL the bodyguard thing is not here Becs I’m dumb and couldn’t think of one, but there’s protective sirius💜 I hope you don’t hate this!!! ILU!!!

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Alphard Black was a good man,  a man of his community,   a man of the law. He taught the ins and outs of the constitution  at Columbia, never went an inch over the speed limit, hell, he even  separated his recyclables into their proper piles for the garbage collector, and  all while spending his down time volunteering at some sort of virtuous charity or impactful outreach program for inner city youths—the man basically leaped right out of the screen of some cheesy, after school special, wacky ties and rumpled hair aplenty.

Alphard Black was a virtuous, humble man who abided by the laws set out for him to a painstaking degree—So Sirius sorta thinks it’s hilarious that he’s kind of the exact antithesis of his uncle— the man who brought him up after running away from his bat shit parents and their bat shit values as the top of the one percent.  Just kind of though.

Sirius likes to think he’s still a good guy—albeit in the typical, non second coming of Christ wannabe kind of way.  He gives spare change to homeless folks at Grand Central, doesn’t sneer at raucous kids inside of restaurants or busses… for fuck’s sake  he even smiles at strangers more often than not—— just the typical, What a nice day isn’t it, smile and not, I’m actually a blood thirsty maniac ready to carve out all your organs and wrap your naked, dead body in saran wrap Dexter style, smile…Which is actually a type of smile Sirius has become intimately familiar with considering that unlike his Uncle Alphard, Sirius may have a problem with the whole “Laws are created for the good of the public,” ideology, and rather subscribes to the way of thought that thinks it’s kind of thrilling to see how much you can bend and skirt around the rules till they break, or till he gets caught. Which in turn mostly manifests into Sirius participating in a very high demand business—the sort that’ conducts it’s transactions within the metaphorical underground, and makes it so he spends his days with a group of brilliant  assholes that he considers family, and a discretely wicked boy who he thinks is most probably the love of his god forsaken life.

Mother Mary,  help them all.

~*~

“Padfoot too Moony, are you in, Moony.” 

A moment of static passes before Remus’s voice trickles through the minuscule bluetooth  snuggled in Sirius’s ear, and he can’t help but smirk. “Why are you still trying to make these codenames work—they don’t work, they’re all awful and trash,  and we should just stick with the numbers we were given when Moody first scouted us.”

“Mmm yeah, Moons, talk dirty to me.”

“You’re a fucking idiot,”

“Say trash again.”

“I hate you,” Remus intones. He  sounds all surly and bothered, and Sirius’s fingers curl together to card through the phantom strands  of his hair, knowing full and well how adorably flustered Remus gets whenever they are having one of their little sparring sessions—It’s also the same look he gets whenever he’s incredibly turned on and has no idea how to handle it. Coincidence? Sirius thinks not.

“Ah, Moony, my love, you say that as if my perfect baritone isn’t the highlight of your day. Like you don’t write sonnets and odes about it’s every cadence and lilt in your little diary you think I don’t know about. As if—“

“I’m shutting you off now,” Remus cuts in with his best, I’m trying to pretend  that I am so totally annoyed even if I’m actually really amused by you and all your antics, voice. It’s one that’s basically come second nature to him whenever he speaks to Sirius, ever since they had met three years ago and Sirius had to teach him the trick of the trade after Remus had been invited into the fold, while also trying not to completely accost him with his lips and hands and teeth until the work day was over.

“You would never.” 

“You seriously have an overinflated sense of worth if you’re starting to doubt that I very much would,” Remus goads, but he forgets that Sirius can see every nook and cranny of the swanky penthouse from his perch in the getaway van, thanks to his very beautiful laptop monitor.  And yeah, Sirius can so totally spot that little flicker of a grin tugging on the edges of his pink lips,  where Remus is trying to hide it behind the flute of wine in his grasp—his very strong and capable grasp, one that’s wrapped around the neck of that glass just so tight—Oh, erm, yeah. That’s  a thought Sirius should definitely not be having at their current predicament.

“Righto, beautiful, whatever you say.”

“Was there an actual reason for your little interference, besides you being pissy that you had to take the get away position this time around?” Remus sighs, long suffering before offering a subdued, half grin to a very haughty looking woman passing him, predatory leer on her plump lips. And jeez, Sirius bemoans her poor eardrums if they’re suppose to be carrying diamonds that thick all night long— Poor hag will probably end up needing stitches like his dear mother.

“I missed you is all, lover.”

“Goodbye, Sirius.”

“Oh fine, you total spoil sport. Just an FYI that Marlene’s gotten into the volt’s room, and she’s decoding it as we speak.”

“Oh, good. Should I-“

“Moons, it’s Marls, she’s got her shit handled. You just stand there and be a the good, pretty honeypot that we all know you can be.”

Remus growls somewhere deep in his throat, and it’s bringing a flurry of such beautiful imaginings to the forefront of Sirius’s mind— including last night, with Remus’s lovely, thin wrists tied up and Sirius’s mouth trailing up and down his every patch of skin.

God, was that a good night.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” 

“I know, it’s a point of pride for me that I get to say I tap that. But hey, always game to switch things up if you are?”

“You are the absolute worst person ever.”

“Ooo are we circling back around to speaking filthy things, because I’ve been having this fantasy including you and these lace—“

That’s when Remus actually does shut off the communication device, and starts chatting up some smarmy businessman who can’t stop staring at his protruding collarbones.

Sirius is most certainly not jealous.

Nope, not at all—Not even a little bit.

Sirius is not jealous.

Okay, fine…So he’s a bit bothered, but can anyone blame him? All of that—chorded muscles and sparkling eyes—is reserved for  Sirius, and Sirius alone. It’s taken years of volleying barbs and really intense sexual tension that was all finally resolved after a way too dramatic spat outside some sleazy BDSM club on the wrong side of town where Sirius got himself fucking shot, and Remus couldn’t stop yelling at him for being such a mother fucking, idiotic, thoughtless prick, (Remus’s words not Sirius’s,) for them to finally get to this point. For fuck’s sake, it seemed as if Remus’s anger fueled diatribe would never end, so Sirius just took the dilemma into his own hands and slanted their lips together, bloody and breathless, panting out an “I love you too,” while Remus just patted up and down Sirius’s torso, not knowing where to put his hands, dumbfounded and eager. As if he could hardly believe that it was actually happening, as if he was shocked that Sirius had finally just put them out of their mutual misery and spoke out loud what’s been lingering in their gazes, and tailing the ends of too short exchanges for years at that point—ones always composed of banter and barbs but always to fearful to take the extra step they yearned for.

Yeah, so it wasn’t exactly a cinderella story level of romance, but the point is they’ve fought tooth and nail to finally get to this point in their relationship. Nights made up of spilt hair on warm sheets, and  hungry kisses of farewell, and shirts tumbling together so many times that  they don’t even know which belongs to who anymore—All of them lingering with a sent of both of them, together. Something intimate. Something remarkable. Something far too soft when considering their line of employment—But it works for’m, and that’s all that counts.

Before Sirius could get to lost in getting all starry-eyed over the life they’ve built for themselves, Sirius moves to sweep his hands across the keyboard, A cautious eye still on Remus and his unwanted suitor while dividing the screen so that he can check back on Marlene’s progress, which is quite impressive if he does say so himself.

“And Black Widow pulls through again,” He commends with a low whistle, watching her practically stroll out of the volt, ancient artifact securely settled in the bag swinging off her shoulder, and cocky sneer proudly splayed across her pretty face.

“You know it dweeb.”

“THat’s not my code name,” Sirius points out  with a put upon exhale.

Marlene’s only response is to hike up her manicured brows in counterfeit surprise.  “you sure? I could’ve sworn…”

Sirius legitimately contemplates just driving off and leaving her stranded, signaling to Remus a separate meet up point for just the both of them. But Eventually, he reasons  that might be a bit of an over reaction. So he settles for just growling out a reminder for her  to “Respect the name,” while a glowing Marlene slinks into the passenger seat.

“Your so precious.” Sirius swats her hand away where she’s begun rubbing her knuckles into his scalp. “Call pretty boy and let’s bounce, will you?”

Reluctant, Sirius listens—only and only because he’s about ninety nine point five percent positive that she could probably beat’m to a pulp with one hand tied behind her back and both eyes glued shut.

~*~

The mission was one they’ve been calculating for months, a huge catch with a credibility brought with it that doubles its actual monetary prophet—(And wowza, that price check is all levels of ridiculous.) Moody is beyond  proud, and tells them as much with a crazy large celebration back at their little underground headquarters, (which is actually an entire floor on one of the top levels of a huge ass skyscraper in the meatpacking district that disguises itself as just a financial consultant firm in the light of day.)

It’s made even more wonderful considering how he, Remus and Marlene are basically the guests of honor for their success. So that night  they drink, and dance and just generally get absolutely slobbered…Then subsequently remember nothing the following morning, as tradition always dictates.

Though Sirius does  distinctly remember trading sloppy hand jobs in the bathroom with Remus while the latest Beyonce banger pounds in the space between them.

 It’s a good night.

~*~

Unsurprisingly, the hangover that persists even two days later really makes Sirius question the worth of all that celebrating, and he ponders on whether or not being sober would be so bad.

“Morning, Black!” 

Sirius cringes back at a crowing Dorcas—Looking as wickedly gorgeous and put together as always—Dark eyes clear and methodic, and long curls obviously freshly washed. 

“Sorcerous!” He accuses with as much vehemence as he could muster. “your evil! How are you even so perky! Stop it! Stop! You’re hurting my eyes!”

Dorcas just preens with far too much amusement than what should be warranted—it’s almost as if she’s enjoying his pitiful disposition. “Not all of us got as sloppy as you Saturday night may I remind.”

“Then you’re doing your entire life incorrectly.”

“I just have a modicum of self restraint, unlike you.”

“Lies! Lies and slander! I am so very disciplined! I didn’t even tell you guys about the time Remus gave me a blow job in the middle of a glass elevator when we were shopping for Jamsie and Lily’s engagement gift!”

Dorcas just rolls her eyes heavenwards, painstakingly exasperated. “C’mon, dumb ass, Alice needs you to use those hacking skills of yours to get the money Lestrange still owes us for collecting those tears of the ocean. And her bank account is sealed shut.”

“Ah, no Cas ’s too early! And my head hurts! I can’t.”

“Shouldn’t have been such a drunken mess during the party I reckon,” Dorcas scoffs with an imperious tilt of the head, tugging him along without even an ounce of sympathy.

“Hey! It was a celebration!” Sirius flails, and Dorcas just looks at him with a decidedly unconvinced glower. 

“It’s all in moderation Sirius.”

“Not at a party it isn’t!” He argues back, totally knowing he’s in the right.

“Yeah whatever, you’re just lucky you weren’t sent off to Shanghai with lover boy, which by the way,” Dorcas pivots on her heels  to face Sirius straight on, prodding at the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder.  “Looks like you missed a hickey sweets,” she toots loftily, poking at it again, a flush blooming across Sirius’s cheeks in response.  “Not good work decorum if you ask me.”

“You’re face ’s not good work decorum,” Sirius snarks back mulishly. Dorcas just laughs with glee.

“Do I need to talk to poor, innocent Remus about proper biting placement for you once he gets back?”

“Pff, Remus and innocent don’t belong in the same sentence.”

“Fine, then  I can just give you some tips on how to properly layer foundation? I’m sure it’s a travesty how easily shit shows up with your Wonder Bread complexion.”

“You actually are evil! Aren’t you?”

Sirius could still hear Dorcas’s cackles from down the hall where Alice has set him up for the morning, and he idly thinks to himself how exactly he’s made it so that every woman in his life could destroy him with nothing more than a look.

~*~

Considering that all of their  livelihoods are basically glorified bank robbers, Sirius knows that their jobs don’t really lend themselves to being able to check in on each other whenever they’d please—the only devices they’re allowed for communication are the bluetooth sets  for the team deployed on the task at hand, and a single burner. It can get annoying sometimes, but Sirius and Remus always make it a point to send each other a message from the router phone  whenever they arrive to the mission’s ground of operation—It’s a practice ingrained into them, one  they began long before they ever started dating, one  that they never break, not even if they’re arguing or it’s the middle of the night—It’s important. They’ve both lost to many people in their short lives, and they both know how it feels to be delegated to the worrying mess, wondering what’s happening to their loved one, being consumed by the most awful of possibilities. They do it because they respect each other far too much not to.

So Sirius finds it excruciatingly odd that he doesn’t hear from Remus in over thirty-six hours since he left to the Shanghai hit. 

“Maybe he just forgot, Pads,” James shrugs, always the level headed ringleader. “No Proclivity is absolutely bullet proof—Ah, excuse me for the unplanned pun.” He scratches the back of his head a little sheepishly— the glasses of his wireframes glinting in the light of their shared workspace.

And the thing is, point. James is totally right. Remus just could’ve forgot. It was a long plane ride, he could’ve just been jet legged and a little dazed and it could’ve just slipped his mind  to message Sirius when he landed. That’s totally a possibility. 

But see the thing is, that’s also totally not a possibility—like at all. Remus is like the most diligent person on the face of the planet, which may kind of seem out of character considering how he’s more of the type to follow his heart over protocol when it counts, and his entire livelihood is based off the evasion of the law—But even still, Remus is also the guy who likes a true and tried method. He likes having security in the aspects of his everyday  life he can control. Sirius knows how borderline neurotic Remus can get about certain things, like finishing all of his paper work the night it’s given, or having a stable workout regiment, and a bunch of other minuscule, everyday things that tethers him. But Sirius also knows that the texts Remus sends him blows all of those out of the water. They’re something crucial—something vitally important. If the roles were reversed, if it were Sirius who forgot to send the text, then yeah, Remus would have a perfect history to look back on and just shrug it off as Sirius having been thoughtless, no big deal. Remus would just make a note to give him  an ear full when he gets back. 

But the rolls aren’t reversed.

It’s Remus who didn’t send anything, and Sirius knows it in his heart of hearts that this is not normal, that Remus would never have forgotten. Remus would never have fucking been able to go to sleep without passing Sirius a message of safe arrival. It’s just not him. 

James still looks unsure even after Sirius’s way to verbose and borderline babbling explanation of why he knows something isn’t adding up, so he decides to hit him below the belt.

“If this were Lily you wouldn’t be second guessing this.” 

James jolts back as if Sirius had just smacked him, which Sirius guesses is kind of true, in the metaphoric sense at the very least. But whatever, Sirius’s right, and he knows it. 

IF this was Lily— the beautiful, kind baker that James had met coincidentally on a random Sunday afternoon, someone completely divorced from this world— well, there would  be no room for discussion.

“IF this were Lily you would trust your gut, and we’d already know what went wrong. We’d know that you were right, the she wasn’t safe.” Sirius’s face feels heated, and he knows that his throat is closing up, but he can’t help it god damn it. This is Remus—And even the thought of him being in any way hurt—No, Sirius refuses to think that way. Because he’s not, he can’t be. This is Remus god damn it. He’s brilliant and strong and he can handle himself. He’s what everyone in their group secretly strive to be—He’s not hurt, he can’t be hurt.

James just sits there, gawking at Sirius, for a moment of pure and utter silence. Sirius doesn’t even flinch, doesn’t fold back from the intensity in his best friend’s— his brother’s— gaze. 

“This is Remus god damn it, James”

Something fierce rippling over his face, James nods, finally seeming to understand.

“Let’s tell Moody,  and call a group meeting. We need to figure out what the hell’s going on.” 

Sirius sags with the little relief he’s given, pretends that it doesn’t feel like there’s not a wildfire still spreading over his chest  from the  bone deep fear.

~*~

Two hours later finds their little ragtag group huddled in the largest meeting room they have, and  Sirius hunched over a menacing letter that was hand delivered by one of Lestrange’s ghoulish little minions— Crouch if their intel is correct. 

“Any news is good news, right?” Peter— their mousey little researcher— says in some weak attempt of comfort from where he’s silently been situated in the love seat the furthest away from the lump some, and Sirius replies by snarling viciously at him;  making Peter shutter back, like the spineless weasel Sirius has always assumed him to be.

Sirius is not comforted. Sirius is furious and sick and he hates everything  in sight. And all Sirius could think of is Remus, Remus, Remus.

“What do we do,” James’s voice is strong, convicted in the painful silence of the room—But when Sirius looks up, he could still see the worry etched into his handsome features, and the fear threaded into his stance. 

James is scared, and that might worry Sirius more than anything else could. 

“This is my fault, I sanctioned just stealing the money she owed us and I was the one who thought Remus would be fine on a solo mission—I thought it’d be a simple grab. I didn’t put two and two together—I just didn’t—“ Alice breaks off, looking away from the group, and Frank slings an arm around his wife’s slender shoulders.

“Hey now, ’s not your fault, ’s not no ones,” as if to emphasize his point, Frank gives a downright menacing grimace to everyone in the room, daring them to disagree. “It’s Remus, he’s resilient. And that bitch knows if he’s actually hurt we’ll destroy everything she’s ever built for herself.” 

“Don’t be so sure,” Sirius’s surprised of the jaggedness of his own voice, leveling him with a look of utter fury. “She’s a psychotic, selfish, self indulgent bitch—There’s worse things than just beating him up or locking him in some cellar.” 

From the corner of his eye he sees Alice shutter, is briefly reminded of that stint where she was badly injured after a run in with one of the darker ringleaders in their line of work, Riddle. And then he remembers, unbidden, how that bastard has some sort of fucked up Harley Quinn, Joker esthetic going on with Bellatrix Lestrange— and a sick, twisted part of Sirius that actually does blame Alice for sanctioning those two risky missions so close together, is savagely pleased of the effect that the reminder has on her. But the rest of Sirius is just disgusted by himself and hates himself even more when remembering where Remus is at this very moment, and what he must be going through. There’s no time to be pointing fingers, and Sirius knows it.

“Whatever, no time to think of it now,” Sirius rises, and the way all of their eyes follow his every move (Even Moody who is the actual boss— doesn’t go over his head. 

“What do you think we should do from here?” Dorcas asks in a small voice, clutching onto the letter like a life line—She’s Remus’s best friend, Sirius knows that, knows that she stopped only skirting  along the edges of this unsavory line of work until Remus came along and helped her wiggle out of her shell. And the reminder makes Sirius feel such a burst of aching for Remus all at once that he nearly topples over, just barely catches himself with a hand on the tabletop.

“Peter,” Sirius barks, making the blonde finally straighten. “Check out where Bellatrix is scheduled to appear next.”

“Ah, erm on it, of course.” 

Sirius starts to feel a little better—no not better, balanced. He knows what needs to be done, what will   happen next, knows that it’ll turn out all right. 

It has to turn out all right, because he can’t fathom a world where it doesn’t— a world without Remus isn’t worth even a breath.

~*~

If there’s anything that Sirius knows about supreme bitch face herself, it’s that Bellatrix is  cavalier to a fault. So it really doesn’t surprise him when Peter finds out that she’s holding a little gala for her new play things art exhibit in her own home that night, and Sirius intends on giving his congratulations, whether or not he’s on the guest list. 

~*~

“Hey, can you hear me.” 

Sirius presses an inconspicuous finger onto his eardrum when Dorcas’s voice breaks through, speaking the affirmative. 

“All right, well Moody says that upstairs is most likely where you’ll find’m. Marlene and James will stay down at the party just incase anything goes wrong.” 

“Right,” Sirius nods to himself, trying to put together all the new information that’s swimming in his mind. “Thanks Cas.”

“Stay safe, and bring him home. Don’t fuck this up, Sirius.” Her voice is small and fragile. Sirius could picture the gleam to her big doe eyes. “We need you both safe.”

“Of course."

~*~

As expected, the upstairs is a labyrinth of doors and alcoves that Sirius could barely wrap his mind around, the only constant thought is that it makes sense that Bellatrix would want to keep the money from the job she had them perform for her. The rent for this place definitely can’t be cheap.

Sirius tries at least ten different rooms before he comes across one that’s locked from the inside as well as a deadbolt, and His heart seizes with a choked sort of hope before he starts pounding against it. 

“Remus! Remus! Are you in there!” His voice goes ragged at how loud he’s screaming, but Sirius doesn’t let up. He starts calling  for him even louder if possible. “Remus!” 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Sirius stiffens, his blood running cold before slowly turning around to a very amused looking Bellatrix Lestrange. Predatory sneer swept across her blood red lips, and weight slung to her left hip. The picture of radiance and leisure in her slinky, black dress. She’s having fun toying with Sirius, with all of them. 

“Where the fuck is he,” Sirius spits out tersely—trying to sear wholes right through her disarming face. He thinks with a start  that she’d be pretty in an almost unchanging way—a timeless elegance that kind of mirrors Remus’s. But where beneath Remus’s golden exterior is all passion and goodness and an endless capacity of love, under Bellatrix’s pale white skin and dark eyes and sheets of even darker hair is just ugliness and cruelty and Sirius has never hated anyone more, or so intensely.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry that they sent the best of their group to the den,” She swaggers up to him, each step premeditated—a lion closing in on her prey, and her leer right then— self assured and cruel all at once— is like a mirror of his mother’s so thoroughly that it’s painful. “I’d really hate to ruin those movie star good looks you’ve got going on,” she runs the back of her hand down his face slowly, tendrils of her warm breath edging his lips. “And honey, you really are so deliciously gorgeous. But Moody needs to learn that no one double plays me so flippantly. No  respect, that kind of behavior  really can’t be tolerated. You understand that, don’t you  love?”

Right then, Bellatrix moves to  gouge Sirius right in the stomach with a dagger she had hidden in the sleeve of her dress—but Sirius’s quicker. 

He sweeps Bellatrix’s feet right from under her, twisting her arm behind her back and using her own weapon to chop off the doorknob, all in one fluid movement. Though,  he only has a sparing moment to feel boastful before he steps into the room to find Remus—sickly looking with blood matted in his golden locks, before everything turns to a buzzing in  the background—Sirius runs on autopilot, with the only crucial thought being to get Remus out safely. 

“Baby, I’m here, I’ve got you.” Sirius tells him with the words catching in his throat, and feels such a drowning amount of relief when he hears a gargled retort from Remus. “I’d never let anything happen to you, love. I’m so sorry. I’ll never let something like this happen again.” Sirius tells him with all the earnestness in the world, gently collecting him into his arms. “I’ve got you now, I won’t let go.” The promise is  as sure and true as the pump of his heart—Remus, Remus, Remus.

~*~

When they all return to headquarters, everyone circles a still limp and shallowly breathing Remus, while Dorcas figures out the extent of his injuries.

It’s the worst hour of his life Sirius thinks—The not knowing, it hurts like nothing else. And he swears once more, to himself and the moonlight and the stars peeking through the skyline that he’ll never let this happen, never again., doesn’t want Remus ever out of his sight.

~*~

A week later, and everything feels as if it’s back to normal—more or less.

Their bedroom smells like sage—thanks to the candles Lily bought Remus for his last birthday—And Remus’s swaddled into the most comfortable blanket Sirius could find—his twisted ankle elevated, and a fresh bowl of soup on his night stand.

It’d be the picture of absolute bliss… Now if Remus wasn’t scowling so morosely. 

“You seem mad,” Sirius notes, standing over him with a freshly fluffed pillow. Remus looks up at him from under his spider leg lashes, so very unimpressed.

“You’ve never taken care of me  nearly so intently   a day in your life.”  Remus charges.

“Untrue!” Sirius squawks in contrary. 

“When I got food poising from that sushi place last year, you blamed me for eating it wrong.”

“Yeah, well it’s blasphemous to ever blame Kimiko! The woman is a titan!” 

Remus’s mouth quirks up, his eyes twinkling with unadulterated adoration. “You’re an idiot.”

Sirius deflates. “Okay, so I might be kind of majorly mother penning it right now,” Remus cranes a incredulous brow. “Okay, okay so a lot mother penning it. But, Remus— love— you were missing—like legitimately missing. And then i found you and you were…” He trails off, can’t even speak the horrors of that night. 

“Yeah, I was,” Remus links their fingers together, pulling Sirius closer, and opening his mouth so that when Sirius crouches to come face to face, he can kiss him properly.  “But you happen to be a pretty all right boyfriend, you found me—I’m fine. You made sure of that.”

“More than all right prick,” Sirius knocks their foreheads together and Remus feigns being in excruciating pain. “I fucking hate you,” he snorts, saddling against Remus’s side, and nuzzling into his neck, taking in the miraculous scent of him— the citrus and cinnamon and sunlight that he’s come to crave at all hours of the day. “I love you sort of a lot, and it was the worst three days of my life, all right. Can you understand that?” 

Remus only hums,  kisses the tips of Sirius’s fingers before lacing them into his own.

“I understand, love, but Sirius, I’m fine. I’m here. You’re amazing, but you don’t need to protect me. Not constantly. This is our lives, and I need you to trust me that I can handle myself for the most part. All right?” 

Sirius makes a displeased sound, lips curled distastefully, and it makes Remus actually giggle like they were school boys again. And Jesus, Remus’s smile is blinding and beautiful and fucking hell, he’s here. He’s back in there room, back in Sirius’s arms.

“God, I missed you.”

Remus crunches upwards, kissing Sirius, and it feels like a promise that he’ll never leave him again. “I love you Sirius.”

Sirius leers, isn’t ready to have the conversation about learning how to let Remus go out without him. So instead he traces his thumb over Remus’s beautifully plump bottom lip, and bends down to whisper into his ear. “So can we talk about the lace then, because I’ve made some purchases and—“

Remus pushes him off their bed, and Sirius feels his laughter punching out of him in response.

~*~

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