#there’s no coming back from that so might as well get worse

[lockandkeyblade]

dead on main first meeting but it's really awkward

"Danny, where have you been?!" Is the first thing Jazz snaps once she answers her phone. She has a right to snap. This isn't Amity, this is Gotham. A place where the villans weren't just ghosts, where her little brother wasn't just a vigilante. He was trafficking bait. He was an accidental drug mule. He was supposed to be back at the hotel three hours ago. She was allowed to be stressed. Although, she can't help but add to that question. "Do you...have a cat?"

"Hey Jazz," Danny's voice is sheepish, almost entirely eclipsed by the rumbling vibrations that seem to be coming from right next to him, if she was to hazard a guess. "Sorry, I uh- got caught up in something?" "In something." Something still sounds like trouble, but it's not coming with the edge of villain, or worse, police, so she exhales. Allows her shoulders to relax.

Crosses her free arm across her chest, because Danny might not be In Trouble, but he is in so much trouble.

"What kind of something?"

"Well... see, here's the thing." She can hear shifting through the receiver, before the purring stops. Almost immediately, Danny lets out a sharp yelp-- and the purring continues, just as sharp and vibrant as before. "I got a little lost, and next thing I know, uh- I think Red Hood thinks I'm some kind of ecto-plushi?"

They both fall into silence, for several moments. The purring does not stop.

"Red Hood."

"Yeah."

"The crime lord vigilante?"

"Yeup."

"Is using you as a teddy? A ghost teddy?"

"Mhm. It's been like... four hours, I think? He calmed down for a while, but calming down doesn't mean letting me go, apparently." Danny huffs, loudly. Ignoring her absent reprimand for making the phone peak. "Nightwing tried to help for maybe five minutes, but I told him to get lost."

"Why?" "I think he was crying?" Danny mumbles something about photos, but right now, that really isn't important.

Her little brother had been kidnapped off the street. By Red Hood. For cuddles.

"...Huh." Okay, sure.

She can't say this is the weirdest thing to happen to them. Sighing, Jazz strides over to her suitcase, digging through her clothes to pull out the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick. "Just send me your location, I'll come get you."

"Thanks Jazz, you're the best."

[imsofreakingtired]

modern!sevika - cute/silly hcs

(that picture,, shes so precious jdhjfsdhnd)

will walk confidently into the room and stand there staring blankly, completely forgetting what she came in there for. sees you and gives you a kiss on the forehead. leaves. 5 seconds later she comes back, grabs her prosthetic arm, and walks out again

lowkey likes when it snows and the streets are icy because that gives her an excuse to make you hang onto her arm in order not to slip (she never slips)

rarely dreams, and when she does it's mostly nightmares, but sometimes she sleep talks the most random things. you wake up to hear her mumbling something like "the chicken is crisper when it's burnt, but i don't want your oil." will also answer you in her sleep if you ask her follow-up questions. remembers none of it in the morning.

or she'll just swear in her native language and you've picked up enough Hindi to wonder whose mother she is cursing.

gets car ad jingles stuck in her head periodically and is always humming something under her breath as she works or vacuums or whatever

has incredible navigational skills when walking or taking public transport but somehow gets lost every time she drives. google maps is the bane of her existence.

falls asleep in front of the TV at 9:30 sharp like a middle aged dad. i mean the TV could be on full blast, in the middle of a climactic action scene and she's knocked out snoring. but when you wake her up to get her into bed she will not be able to fall back asleep until well past midnight

whenever she sneezes and you automatically say "bless you" she NEVER FAILS to give you a deadpan look and say "i am not blessed."

will cackle at bad jokes long after you stop even pretending to find them funny

she's an unwilling morning person. always up early but never happy about it.

when she's stressed she just disappears and fixes something. one time she replaced all the handles of every sink in the house

reads almost exclusively non-fiction books on mechanics, neuroscience, and roman history.

has awful hearing and makes you repeat yourself 23 times every time you say something to her from another room...

...but then gets irritated if someone makes her do the same thing.

loses everything somehow. her keys. her glasses. her arm. her left boot. her books. her other boot. her wallet.

(and she never fails to give you a heart attack about it. she'd say in the most casual fuckin voice, "i swear my wallet was just here." and you take off searching for it only for her to find it in her pocket)

sometimes you have cozy nights in together: bake cookies, burn incense, smoke a joint. she is extremely sweet when she's high. she can't stop giving you little kisses all over and tells you huskily that you're the best thing that ever happened to her.

but also in her normal state she has a habit of bluntly saying things that hurt you unintentionally. like when you need her to give emotional reassurance, but she gives you a stone cold solution instead.

she's learned this hurts you and tries to watch her words. not always successfully, but you know she tries.

will never touch social media and no amount of teasing, begging, persuading, cajoling will get her to change her mind.

does not particularly like kids but has a sixth sense when it comes to looking after them. like one time at a family barbecue she caught the little kid of your relative when he fell off a tree branch, single-handedly, purely by instinct. he might have broken a bone otherwise or worse. she becomes something of a local legend for that event.

has the funniest bedhead in the mornings like her hair sticks out everywhere. you want to take a picture and use it as her contact pfp but you also don't want to die

will do the taxes with ease but she's uncomfortable with customer service phone calls. every time you need to contact an agency about something she stands next to you like a nervous kid while you argue with the sales representative.

drinks way too much caffeinated tea and coffee. refuses to cut back on caffeine because of the withdrawal headaches.

will trip over literally anything. and bump into everything. never feels nor remembers where the bruises come from. kicks doors shut and flings them open and always breaks the hinges. she doesn't do this intentionally, she just forgets her own physical strength.

[nerdygirlramblings]

Off to See the Wizard (8)

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Soap offers to walk you back to the barracks after dinner, and you can't bring yourself to tell him no. You've put in more than a full 12 hours, and can't find a way to use your office as an excuse. When he suggests joining the others in the rec room, you tell him you'd prefer a quiet evening alone. You hope he understands and takes the message back to the rest of the team. He's given you a lot to think about, and all you want is some quiet to parse through it and your own feelings.

Three heads whip in his direction as Soap comes through the rec room doors. Gaz immediately notices he's alone while Ghost watches the door for another moment, hope in his eyes that's dashed as Soap shakes his head.

"Sit rep?" Price asks.

Soap shrugs and responds, "Tol' 'er Ah cared for 'er. She asked about las' night, about yoo and me," he motions between himself and Ghost, "bein' close, so Ah said Ah cared for ye too. She got a real funny look on 'er face, so Ah said Ah thought mah heart was big enough for more than one. Dinnae ken 'ow she took it cuz she went quiet after."

Price sighs heavily, running his hand over his face. "Well, it wasn't how we planned to tell 'er, but it was a good call, Soap." He eyes the other man. "Did ya mention me 'r Gaz when ya talked about yer big heart?"

Soap shakes his head quickly. "No' at all. Could see she was struggling wi' me carin' for her an' Si. Didnae wanna make it worse."

Price's head falls back against the recliner. He takes a deep breath and huffs it out. Then he looks at Gaz. "We're down to four days, Garrick. Don't know if ya wanna try tonight or wait, but we're still countin' on ya to close this." His eyes rake over his lover. "Soap laid the groundwork after last night's disaster, but it's up to you to make her see wha' we have an', more importantly, wha' we want."

One of the first emails you see the next morning is from Laswell. She's asking you to meet with one of her contacts at a location off base. You're glad John told you where to get the bus into town, but you don't know the town well enough to know where this location is. You debate trying to find one of your the boys for help, but between movie night and Soap's confession, you're not quite sure what to say to any of them.

You did some digging on your personal device, using untraceable proxies, to learn more about having multiple partners at the same time. You came across the phrase polyamory, which seems to fit what Soap was hinting at, but you're not sure. And you definitely don't feel confident asking.

Like any other problem you can't solve, you're putting this one off to the side for now to focus on other things. Like how to get to the meeting location.

In the end, you find Corporal Avery and ask her where you should go. She's able to provide you a rough map of town including where the bus will let you off and how to get to your location. She offers to accompany you, and when you worry she'd get in trouble, she says, "Can say it's part of my official duties per Captain Price's orders, ma'am." She smiles big, and you remind yourself to lean on her for company when the 141 are gone. But you decide to head to the meeting alone. You don't know who this contact is, and with Kate, their personal information might be classified or confidential in some way. You can't bring Corporal Avery for the safety of whomever you're meeting, a thought that leaves quite quickly when you step into the cafe two hours later to see it empty of everyone except the girl behind the counter and Kyle.

You look around, waiting for someone else, someone you don’t know, to make an appearance. Instead it’s simply Kyle who smiles big and waves you over. You stop just short of his table. “What are you doing here, Kyle?” You work to keep your tone level, curious, not accusatory.

“Asked Laswell for a favor. Needed ta see you, Oz,” he tells you. “You’re avoiding us.” There’s no pretense, no hiding. It’s unlike him to be so blunt.

“I’m doing my job, Kyle,” you say. “The one Laswell sent me to do to help you.”

Kyle stands and pulls out the other chair at his table for two, clearly indicating you should sit. “What yer doin' isn’t helping us, doll," he says softly.

You rear back. “Not helping?!?” you whisper hiss, sitting down. You lean over the table, masking your hurt with anger. “What the hell does that mean?”

Kyle quickly sits to join you. “Shit, no, that’s not what I mean,” he rushes out. He runs a hand down his face and mutters under his breath.

You shift back, annoyed, trying to get as far from him as you can while staying at the table. “Excuse me?” You cross your arms and don whatever armor you can for what seems like a rather unpleasant confrontation in the middle of the Costa. “If I’m not helping, maybe Laswell should send someone else.”

You can’t believe you’d been so excited about finally meeting your the boys. You refuse to cry, but this conversation needs to end quickly if you’re going to keep from balling your eyes out.

“Oz, doll…” Kyle trails off, mouth opening several times as he tries to pull his thoughts together. “This is harder than I thought it’d be,” he admits wearily. He tries to catch your eye but can’t match your glare. “We don’t want someone else. We want you.” He reaches for your hands, and despite how much you want to hold onto anger, you know it’s your heart you're trying to protect.

But that traitorous organ can't resist, so you timidly slip one hand in his. Kyle grips it like a lifeline. “We want you, Oz. No one else is better at this job than you.” You both know he’s stretching things a bit as Laswell is clearly better suited to this than you, but she can’t be in all places. It’s what she trusts you for.

You take a shaky breath. “I think I need you to explain it to me, then, Kyle. If you want me here, if you don’t want or trust someone else to do this job, then how is it I’m not helping?”

You know you must look ridiculous because you gape at him for several long moments in which he says nothing, does nothing. He waits for a reaction. You can see the tension in his shoulders, and he still has both of his hands wrapped around yours, but he doesn’t push, and he doesn’t clarify.

“Yer amazing at what ya do,” Kyle quickly replies. “But ignoring us isn’t helping us.” He must see the confusion on your face because he adds. “Yer helping the mission, but ya aren’t helping us.” He widens his eyes at the end, trying to tell you something, but you can’t figure it out.

You shake your head and are about to tell him you don’t understand when he squeezes your hand in his and asks you to look at him. “Doll, we want you. Not for the mission but for us.”

You think about what Soap revealed at dinner last night. About Simon’s outright declaration. About John’s not-so-subtle pick-up line. About Simon and Kyle and Soap practically cuddling on the couch. About John and Kyle’s kiss. The pieces are there, but your brain refuses to believe it. “Are you saying you and…” you trail off, not sure where this thought is actually going.

“Me and Ghost and Soap and the captain, yes,” he says, helping to refocus you.

“Are you saying you’re all together?” He nods. “In…in…in some kind of polyamorous thing?” Kyle admits he isn’t sure because he doesn’t know what polyamorous is, never felt like he needed a label for how he feels about the others. “So you’re all together together. And you all want me?” It’s almost too much for your brain to comprehend.

"Yes." Kyle says it so simply, as though his declaration makes every bit of sense. "'s been you fer us fer a long time. Only you."

He looks at the table where his hands are wrapped around yours and says the next so quietly you can almost pretend you don't hear it. "We weren't meant to be together. Not like tha'. We're supposed to be task force. A fighting force. A killing force." He shrugs, almost lost in his thoughts. "Somewhere along the way, tha' changed. I can't speak fer the others, but I never expected any of it. I never expected to be involved with my superiors. Never thought I'd love these men as anything more than Brothers in arms. But it happened. And now it's us. Us against the bad guys. Us against the world. Us watching one another."

He takes a deep ragged breath. And then he looks at you, looks right through to the very heart of you. "Then you came along. And you watched our backs. And you kept us company on those long, lonely nights. And you made sure we were safe. That we were making it back to one another whole. So yeah, it's you, Oz. We thought we were enough, but yer the peace we're missing. And if we're too much, if we read this wrong, then we'll just go back to what it was before. But we needed to let you know what we want before we go off on this mission where we might not all come home."

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[dragonmasterhiccup]

"That doesn't mean it can't be rebuilt, you know..." Lyra was kind, forgiving. Kiara looked like she truly wanted to make things better...the forest fae will undoubtedly give her sister a chance to make things right.

A strong heart...

He gave a tight lipped smile, not sure how to respond. Hiccup wasn't sure he'd ever get used to receiving compliments...

Standing up, he joined Kiara, spreading a blanket over Lyra so she wouldn't get cold. "It's a start, I'm sure Lyra will appreciate that."

Rubbing the back of his neck, he gave a small shrug. "It really wasn't much trouble...I knew the risks when I asked Lyra to send me to you. I wasn't thrilled that she had to come too, but she couldn't send me without going as well..."

Moving his hand to his side, he found that the arrow wound had already healed quite a bit, and was only a little sore at this point, no longer aching or throbbing. "Wow... incredible! You'd think the arrow hit me weeks ago, not a half hour ago..."

Turning back to Kiara, he went back to the previous subject, "Look, it's uh... just don't worry too much about it. I've survived worse, from situations I got myself into... The important thing is, those hunters won't go after your kin again, and we all made it home. We'll all recover, and if it wasn't for you we may not have even made it back..."

"Lyra is a Berkian, but more than that, she's a friend. I'm more than willing to come to her aid, and yours, too." He wouldn't go so far as to call Kiara a friend, at least not yet, but he had a feeling that sometime soon, she might be willing to accept his friendship.

“Hiccup!” Lyra ran up to the chief, an excited grin on her face.

“Are you busy? I have something to show you!” She took his hand and pulled him towards Altair and Toothless.

“You know how last month the lightning strike caused the large forest fire?” Stopping in front of the dragons the fae all but buzzing in excitement. If her wings were visible they’d be fluttering.

“I did a thing!” She couldn’t wait to show him.

[pupyuj]

tha photo of yujin with her bulge out but her hands toed behind her back nd her pants at her thighs, teasing and edging her with your mouth while she squirms ugh 😩

can’t wait to get my empathy albums just to stare at her handsomely pretty face in the “and us” version 😋 MY BABYBOY 💕💕

[cw: g!p yujin, blowjob, breeding.]

i fear this is the most experimental yujinnie can get before she starts getting scared 😭 bcs come on… binding up her hands when all she wants to do all the time is touch you? teasing her and having the upper hand when she usually has all that power? ohh the lack of control would make her head hurt but she can’t deny that the main reason she’s hard as a rock is bcs of the situation you’ve put her in and all the things you’re doing to her.. 🤭

oh it would be torture! between you being annoying and leaving a bunch of kiss marks all over her thighs and the lack of attention her cock was getting, yujin would get increasingly agitated but she was too proud to beg to be pleasured 😒 and you knew just what you were doing to her too, which was the worst part of it all… looking up at her with the fakest innocent eyes yujin has ever seen, acting like you weren’t so fucking delighted that you even got yujin in a situation where you would force her hand and submit to you for once… oh, this was perfect!! 🥰💕

watching relief wash over yujin’s face once you finally wrap your perfect lips around the head of her cock, sucking so painfully slow but it was definitely way better than you refusing to be anywhere near it at all… her moans getting louder and louder the deeper you take her cock inside your mouth, her head thrown allll the way back, letting you see all the pretty hickeys you left on her neck earlier 🥺💓 sucking her off so good to the point that her thighs start twitching and she starts looking at you with pleading eyes but your tap her calves to remind her that she made a promise not to cum until you want her to… and ofc, yujin has no other choice but to obey her princess 😚😚

it all gets better and worse when you start using your tongue which you are unfortunately so fucking good at that yujin would actively struggle against the restraints on her hands bcs god she wanted to take over so fucking bad!! babbling nonsense with tears in the corners of her eyes, feeling like she was going to lose her fucking head when you somehow even thought of grinding your needy cunt on her shoe and actually fucking doing it, which only happened bcs yujin looked so good from where you were watching her that you couldn’t resist your own needs 🥺

and when you did finally let yujin cum, she barely allows herself to recover before demanding you to untie her 😵‍💫😵‍💫 it was scary undoing the bindings on her hands, but only bcs you were afraid that you might have gone overboard and hurt yujin more than please her ☹️ but yujin made sure to assure you that you did please her well—not by words but in the form of making you ride her cock until midnight, and until you felt absolutely full of her cum 🤭 it was the second easiest way for yujin to say thank you 🫣

[mayrose713]

Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 21

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Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

Chapter 21

Chan, Minho, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin all sit on the patio of the beach house, drinking some lemonade as they wait for their other three mates to get home knowing they shouldn’t be too much longer. They plan on going to a nice restaurant for dinner as it’s their last night on the island. Chan having made the reservations when Felix and Jisung first brought up the trip. Then afterwards, Hyunjin requested to have a big sleepover in the living room.

“I’m telling you, he was cheating.” Felix hits his hand on the table of the patio furniture.

“You always say that, Lix.” Seungmin laughs as the omega talks about what happened when he was playing Genshin Impact that morning.

“He had to be.” He whines. “There’s no way he had…”

Hyunjin turns to him confused as to why he stopped talking when he notices Felix looks scared. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Channie?” The omega whimpers, having felt a wave of fear come through his bond with Y/n.

“Yeah, I feel it too.” Already on his phone before holding it to his ear and waits a few moments before groaning. “She’s not answering.”

“What’s going on?” Jeongin asks, looking at them concerned.

“A strong feeling of fear just came though Y/n’s bond with us.” Minho growls now holding his phone to his ear. “Jisungs not answering.”

“Damn it! Neither is Changbin.” Chan sighs before standing up. “Come on Min, they’re just down the street at the garden. We’ll track their phones for their exact location when we get there. I’ll take the truck, you take the car.” 

“We’re coming too.” Hyunjin stands up quickly starting to follow and the other three do too. 

“Guys, we don’t know what's going on right now.” Minho tries to reason with them once they’re all back in the house, putting on shoes and grabbing keys. 

“If Y/n is so scared you’re feeling it through your bonds with her, then somethings seriously wrong.” Jeongin argues.

“We’re coming.” Seungmin stands in front of the door so the alphas can’t leave without them.

“Please.” Felix whispers with puppy dog eyes. 

“God, you pups are so stubborn.” Chan groans when they all feel a rush of anger from Changbin’s bond and they realize it might be worse than anticipated. “Fine, you can come but you are going to listen to me.” He points at Felix, Hyunjin and Seungmin as they start walking out of the house towards the vehicles. “You three are to stay out of the way. Depending on what's going on I’m gonna need you to calm Y/n down and possibly even Jisung. Don’t try and do anything until we get them to you.” 

Felix and Hyunjin get into the truck with Chan as Jeongin and Seungmin get in the car with Minho. They drive quickly to the nearby park and garden that isn’t even a five minute drive from the house. Seungmin already had the locations of their phones brought up on his once they all parked and got out. 

“They're by the pavilions.”

They jog that way and just as the gazebos are in view they see their mates when an older alpha slaps Y/n before trying to grab her again causing her to back away in fear then trip and fall. 

“Y/n.” The betas and Felix yell and gasp.

“Motherfucker.” Minho growls before running with Jeongin and Chan right behind him, sirens are now heard in the background. 

“Don’t touch her.” Chan yells when the older beta woman tries to touch Y/n who is still trying to get away, scrambling backwards in the grass. 

Changbin has the older male alpha by the collar of his shirt as he threatens him. Chan rushing to his aid as Minho goes to Y/n and Jeongin goes to Jisung. 

“Jisungie, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just shaken up.” The beta nods, not looking at Jeongin but around them at Chan and Changbin yelling at the man, and Minho crouching in front of Y/n on the ground.

“Go to the others, we’ll bring Y/n over to you guys in a moment.” Jeongin guides him in the direction of the other three who are standing by watching, nervous. 

Jeongin looks around the area, noticing a lot of people have gathered, watching, one of them must have been who called the cops as he can hear the sirens has reached the parking lot and can see the flashing red and blue lights in the distance. He then goes over to Minho and Y/n, glaring at the woman who stands by even after Minho told her to go away. 

“Y/n, I need you to try and follow my breathing baby, look at me.” Minho tries talking to their omega but she’s freaking out too much, looking everywhere but at him as tears stream down her cheeks, her hands clenched so tightly in fists that her nails break the skins of her palms as the youngest alpha comes up to them. “She’s having an anxiety attack, there's too much going on around her for her to focus on me and calm down. She’s not even reacting to my pheromones.” 

“Jagiya, it’s Innie. I need you to look at us.” He tries also releasing calming pheromones hoping both of theirs would help her better but she’s acting as if they aren’t even there. “Her anxiety pills are at the house aren’t they?”

“Yeah, but even if we did have them I don’t think she’d be able to take them right now. Let’s get her to the betas and away from this.” Minho decides and moves to scoop her into his arms which causes her to flinch away and freak out, moving so much in his arm. “It’s okay kitten, it’s just me.”

He tucks her face into his neck which causes her to stop trying to get out of his arms but instead cling to him as he walks her to the rest of the pack. 

“Hey, you can’t just take my granddaughter.” The woman yells. 

“Shut up.” Jeongin yells at her before going over to Chan and Changbin who are still having a heated conversation with the older alpha but Changbin is no longer clutching his shirt.

“Oh, my sunshine.” Felix holds his arms out moving away from Jisung who he was holding before.

Minho gives Y/n to Felix who whimpers once she’s in her fellow omega’s embrace. Hyunjin now holding a tearful Jisung as the alpha moves to them once the omegas are settled on the grass with Seungmin watching over them.

“You okay baby?” He places his hand in the betas hair as he leans against Hyunjins chest. 

“I am now that she’s away from them.” Jisung wipes his tears as he looks at Y/n. “I seriously thought they were gonna take her from us.” 

“We would never let that happen.” Hyunjin mumbles before kissing the younger's head as he holds him closer to his chest. 

The cops come up to the three alphas still arguing, another cop going to the crowd of witnesses and the last one to the six of them. The last cop gives them a sad look seeing the two who are still shaken up. 

“I’m sorry but I’m gonna need to ask the beta and omega who were a part of the situation some questions.” 

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Everything went by in a blur for Y/n. The cops questioned Jisung, Changbin, her grandfather and grandmother and some witnesses who were willing to testify. They then asked the rest of the pack separately about what happened that led them to come here and what happened after they all got to the park. They tried to question Y/n a few times but she was so out of it she didn’t hear them or even really notice them there. All she was aware of was her pack around her as she was constantly passed to someone when another had to answer questions. 

She’s now sitting in the back of an ambulance in Hyunjins lap with Felix and Seungmin on either side of them as a paramedic looks at her wrist, hands and cheek. It’s when the paramedic cleans the wounds on her hands from her breaking the skin with her nails that she finally comes back to reality at the pain letting out a hiss

“It’s okay.” Hyunjin says, something they’ve all been saying to her since they arrived. 

“She didn’t do too much damage when she was clenching her fists, just a few cuts.” The paramedic says as she cleans everything up. “Her wrist and cheek are already bruising though. Warning, the cops may want to take pictures of that for the record. But you guys are welcome to sit here until they say you guys are free to go.”

“Thank you.” Seungmin tells her.

The omega looks around at the scene outside of the ambulance, it’s late afternoon now when it was just after two when her date started with Changbin and Jisung. She sees cops still talking and taking notes with several people, her four alphas and Jisung being a part of that. She then looks next to her to see Felix who’s bouncing his leg. 

She reaches over to him and grabs his hand making him whip his head to look at her before he squeezes her hand. “Hey baby, you with us now?” 

She nods her head, the first time she’s answered anyone since her grandfather hit her, all of them letting out a sigh of relief. 

“I’ll go tell the alphas she’s coherent again.” Seungmin stands up and jogs over to where they’re all still talking to some of the officers. 

“You’re safe, princess.” Hyunjin holds her closer to him, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Are you okay, do you need anything?” 

She nods before looking over at Felix again and motions her hand that he isn’t holding, to her mouth as if she was drinking something. 

“You need something to drink?” When she nods again he grabs a water bottle next to him the paramedic gave them and opens it before handing it to her. “Here, you cried a lot, need to rehydrate.” 

She takes the bottle with shaky hands and takes a few sips but then she starts to feel nauseous and hands it back to him. 

“Channie hyungs coming over with one of the officers.” Hyunjin tells her. “She’s gonna want to ask you some questions. Can you do that for us?” The beta frowns when she shrugs. “Can you say anything for us?” 

She shakes her head no just as Chan walks up, the officer just behind him, looking relieved to see her answering Hyunjin. 

“Hey, baby girl.” He places his hands on her thighs and rubs soothing circles with his thumbs. “This is officer Park, she has some questions for you, we’ll be right here the whole time.” 

“She’s not talking.” Felix tells them as the rest of the pack comes over. 

“That’s okay, she’s probably still in shock.” Office Park gets closer causing the omega to push herself back against Hyunjins chest more. “Based on what you guys have told us and what some witnesses say, we know that her grandfather grabbed and attacked her first and that Mr. Seo was just trying to protect his mate. But we do have to ask if you are wanting to press charges or file a restraining order against your grandparents?” 

They all look at her before she looks up at Chan unsure. 

“Will she have to see them again if she presses charges?” Felix grabs her still shaking hand already knowing what’s going on in her head. 

“Unfortunately yes she will have to see them in court.” Y/n quickly shakes her head no to pressing charges. “What about a restraining order?” 

She nods her head and so does everyone else. 

“Alright, Mr. Bang I’ll send you everything you’ll need for the restraining order so you can file it when you guys get back to Seoul tomorrow.” 

“Thank you so much officer.” 

“I will need to take some pictures of her bruised cheek and wrist for the report though.” 

Y/n tries to back herself against Hyunjins chest again, not wanting the cop any closer to her. 

“Here, let me take them.” Minho steps up and officer Park hands him the camera for evidence as Chan takes her hand gently to hold up for the pictures. 

Chan then moves her face gently so the pictures can be taken of her cheek before Minho hands the camera back to the cop. “Alright, you guys are good to go.” 

As soon as the cop walks away Y/n looks at Changbin and raises her arms up to him, tears brimming her eyes once again. 

“Come here, pretty girl.” Changbin picks her up from Hyunjin’s lap and holds her close to his chest, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

“Let’s go.” Chan declares. 

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A Bargain Struck

dragon!Sylus x blind!oracle!Reader

Chapter One

I almost forgot to post this today!! When I say it's been a day y'all, it has been a day

Warnings: swearing, fear of infection, intimidation, child death (mentioned), implied murder

Word Count: 923

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You think this is some joke to him. He’s walking ahead of you, albeit incredibly slowly, while you shuffle along the wall, scraped hands guiding you through what you can only assume is a cave. The walls are rough and jagged, not to mention winding. You think you feel doorways, but every time you start to turn into one to try getting any vague impression for what’s inside, he chastises you with an amused, “Over here, pet.”

You huff when your toe hits stairs. “This is your home?” you bite. You shuffle one foot forward to feel for the next step. What a nightmare. “Were you raised by Wanderers or something?”

He chuckles deeply. It reverberates around the hall. “It’s much worse than that.”

“Oh, yeah? How?”

“Hmph. Maybe I’ll tell you one day.”

“Asshole.”

“Careful, pet. Your god is watching.”

The cave is cool, seemingly untouched by the sun outside. The chill numbs your feet, bites at your fingertips. Even your ceremonial garb does little to keep you warm. You just bite your cheek. You’re already a prisoner here, best not allow yourself to be too weak around him. A difficult task, indeed.

You misjudge one of the steps. Your toes just catch the edge, but it’s not enough to support you and they slip. With no railing to hold, you cannot grasp for support. You tip backward with a shout.

Something hard wraps around your waist again. It holds you tightly, shoving you forward and onto a solid platform. Had that been the top step? You’re sick and tired of landing on your hands and knees like this.

You’re released as you sit up, back finding a solid wall to lean into as you cover your heart and will it to stop racing. “Ah,” you pant, “thank you.”

The “wall” suddenly steps away from you, and you catch yourself in another heart-stopping moment to save yourself from tipping backwards. “I won’t save you next time.”

“Let me go and there won’t be a next time.”

He chuckles, but it lacks any real mirth. “Get up. Or do I have to drag you the rest of the way?”

You sigh. Still, he doesn’t rush you when you sit a moment longer to calm your heart. Ever since you were a child, your health was of the utmost concern. You couldn’t do anything with the other kids, and not because of your lack of sight. Even braille books were considered too dangerous. The risk of a paper cut getting infected and killing you was a risk nobody was willing to make. As such, this much excitement was a shock to your system.

And suddenly, you find yourself worried about the tiniest cut getting infected and killing you out here.

You reach out, feeling for the real wall this time. Loose sand scrapes beneath you as you bring yourself to your feet. “Do you have any medical supplies here?”

He starts walking again and you follow.

“Would you be able to use them if I said yes?”

You wish you could see, just so you could smack him upside the head. “You keep underestimating me. I suggest you stop now before you embarrass yourself.”

“That’s a gamble I’m willing to take.” He sighs, sharp and tired, annoyed. “I might have some around.”

“Well, do you have water, at least? Clean cloth?”

“You’re a demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

“And you’re an insufferable bastard. Neither of us are too happy with each other, but if you won’t let me go, I suggest you do the bare minimum and allow me to clean my injuries,” you hold out your palms, unsure if he’ll even see them, “so I don’t get sick and die.”

His steps come to a stop. You stop with them. Your skin prickles and crawls, unsettled and on edge. His steps approach. You lean your shoulder into the wall, holding your ground rather than being backed up to some other possibly dangerous or deadly area in the cave.

“Tell me a prophecy, and I’ll get you your medical supplies.”

You scoff. “It’s not that simple. It’s Astra who picks and chooses what futures I see. I know nothing of you. All the prophecies I know right now are for the people in the city.”

Is that his breath fanning across your face? You flinch back at its heat. You feel like an injured rabbit facing down the maw of a starved wolf.

His voice is low when next he speaks. “Then tell me one of them.”

You turn your face away. His breath hits your cheek, though tendrils of the air brush down your neck. You suppress a shiver. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. “There’s a scholar there. He studies the heavens and tracks their movement. His parents are anxious for him to conceive an heir. His wife is pregnant now, but…”

“But…?”

“... The child… will be a stillborn. They won’t know the cause of death, and that shame will fall to the mother. She won’t live long after, either, once the scholar crumples under the disappointment.”

He hums. The heat of his breath disappears. “I’ll get you your medicine. Next time, I’d be interested in hearing a prophecy of my own future.”

“Then you’ll have to pray to Astra. Only he can grant you the knowledge you seek; I’m just the messenger.” “Well, messenger,” he steps around you and nudges you with an elbow, “this is where you’ll sleep. Try not to fall down the stairs looking for me.”

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2000+ word G/N reader :3 I haven't wrote in ages so sorry if it's not that good AGHH!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man is a sadist both in and out of bed, but when it comes to aftercare? He’s an entirely different demon. Sex with you is his best stress reliever, a way to loosen up and relax after a long day of his brothers antics alongside the stress of paperwork. But no matter how rough or gentle he was, he’s always attentive afterwards watching you closely to make sure you're okay.

If you need a drink, he won’t hesitate to fetch one while you clean up. If you’re too exhausted, he’ll help, even running a warm bath if you're still sore afterward. if you're the type to drift off to sleep, he’s more than happy to wrap you in his arms, holding you close until you’re settled only then will he quietly return to any unfinished work. B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For his favourite body part of his own... I’d say his hands. He is the type to take great care of his hands using some hand care products Asmo gifted him to keep them soft and smooth. One of the main reasons he likes his hands is how nicely they look against your body, tracing over your skin as you shiver from his touch.

(A close second would be his hair. Okay hear me out but I can totally see this old man being ridiculously picky about it. If he's having a bad hair day well he'll be in a foul mood all day)

Now, when it comes to his favourite body part of yours, I’d say he would love your neck. The mere thought of marking up your neck just ever so faintly and seeing the marks slightly being visible out from your uniform drives him wild. Seeing the proof of his love on their skin fills him with pride. Oh and when he teases you? he would feel up your neck with his lips just to feel your little human pulse quicken beneath his lips? That’s just the cherry on top and his favourite thing to do! C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) I don’t see Lucifer being the type to play with or eat cum, it’s just not his thing. However, creampies? That’s a different story. The pride of seeing you completely fucked out, oozing his load? Yeah, he loves that.

That said, I do think he’d prefer using protection. Mostly for the convenience of an easier clean up and, if his partner is AFAB, to prevent any risk of pregnancy. So while he mostly sticks to condoms, he might occasionally indulge himself

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you and him got together, he has fantasized about you walking in on him at just the right moment of him pleasuring himself. The idea of being caught in the act and seeing your shocked or flustered reaction, was something that crossed his mind more than once.

Now, if you or worse, someone else accidentally walked in on him? That's something else.. He would hate that, His pride would be absolutely shattered. But if he wanted you to catch him? If he planned it, knowing exactly when you’d be doing your usual nightly check-ins? That’s a different story. Just the thought of you walking in, seeing him like that.. would you freeze up? Be shy and embarrassed? Would you get turned on? or... maybe just maybe you would join him? The anticipation alone was enough to drive him wild. E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Lucifer is definitely experienced, but not in the same way as Asmo. He’s not the type to sleep around with every demon or human he meets he has a reputation to uphold! His experience comes from an understanding of pleasure. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Reading your body language, watching every twitch of your expression as he thrusts into you~ he uses it all to push you right to the edge, only to pull back at the last moment hehe.. It’s almost infuriating how well he knows your body… maybe even better than you do yourself. F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

He’d love doggy. being able to grip your hips as he pounds into you, with the perfect view to spank you to his heart’s content as he watches your ass slowly turn red. Doggy makes it so he can easily grab your hair or press your head down into the pillow or desk, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

That said, he’d also enjoy any position that lets him see your face. watching every little expression you make as he drags you closer to the edge, taking in every reaction and lip quiver as he makes you feel way too good. G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely serious but teasing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) fully clean-shaved and very well-groomed if not fully shaved. He has nothing against body hair and wouldn’t mind if his partner kept things natural down there. However, for himself? He’d definitely prefer to be shaved just something about the clean, smooth feel that he enjoys. I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a sadist who enjoys being rough in bed, degrading his little brat but there are still nights when he can be romantic where he is slow and passionate. On those nights, he’ll take his time, moving gently inside you as you’re both perfectly in sync, savouring the feeling of both of your bodies interlinked while He’ll whisper sweet, romantic words into your ears.

But if you decide to act up and be a little brat in bed during it? Well, he won’t tolerate that. He’ll make sure you know who’s in control.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it often, he’s simply too busy with work. But if he’s had a particularly stressful week, I can see him jerking off to release some tension, most likely in the shower early in the morning so he won’t have to worry about cleaning up.

As I mentioned in my "dirty secret" section, I feel like he’d enjoy the idea of you catching him or even giving you a little “punishment” under his desk. As he spills his load deep in your throat, making sure you’re completely under his control. K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves the Dom/Sub dynamic and of course, he’s always the Dom. You can try to make him the sub, but good luck with that he’ll quickly put you back in your pathetic place

Bondage is something he absolutely enjoys. The thought of you completely tied up, at his mercy, with red ropes wrapped tightly around your body, gets him going. The way you look, so helpless and pathetic, only adds to his excitement.

And he’s 100% the type to edge his lover. Watching you come undone, crying and begging for release, especially if you've been stubborn lately, is the perfect form of punishment. He’ll watch you slowly lose control, turning into nothing more than a babbling, desperate little slut. L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

His study is one of his favourites, the thought of you bent over his desk as he pounds into you, being able to spank your ass over the desk, or even you under his desk, choking on his cock? That’s perfect for him.

Another favourite of his is the bedroom, where he can just rut into your body in any position with ease M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If he sees you acting up in public or around his brothers, he won’t give in easily. He knows exactly what you're doing, trying to rile him up and he won’t let it work. Instead, he’ll ignore you, letting you stew in your frustration of defeat. But once you finally give up, that’s when he’ll come to you.

I can also see you getting touchy with him as a sure fire way to rile him up. He’s a touch starved man, after all. The moment you start being forward, it's bound to make him excited.. he won’t be able to resist~

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If something upsets you, he wouldn’t do it, he values your feelings and wouldn’t cross that line. I also see him as one who won't like pegging, I don’t think he’d be into it. His pride wouldn’t allow it, and even if he agreed to try, he wouldn’t find himself turned on by it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He definitely has a preference for receiving oral, but that doesn’t mean he dislikes giving it. He’d much rather see you looking up at him as you take him deep into your throat, warming up his cock in your throat while he work. He’ll tell you to be a patient little lamb, and wait for him to finish before you can get what you want. Once he’s done, he’ll guide your head up and down, watching with satisfaction as you choke on him, enjoying the tears in your eyes from the stretch of your jaw. P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It all depends on his mood. If he's had a stressful day and you’ve riled him up, he’ll be fast, hard, and rough, his pace matching his frustration. But if he’s in a good mood and a bit tired from work, he’ll slow things down. His movements will be sensual, as he whispers romantic words in your ear.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind quickies, but it’s not something he does often. He prefers taking his time with his partner, savouring every moment. After all, how can he turn you into a babbling overstimulated mess just from a quickie? Well he could easily do that if he wanted too but he much likes longer. For him, the thrill is in the control, and that requires more time.. more opportunity to tease and torment, to slowly push you to the edge before pulling back.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s willing to try certain things once, especially if you ask him nicely. He’s not the type to constantly seek out risks, but he won’t play it too safe either. If he's feeling bold, he might send you to R.A.D with a vibrator inside you, turning it on throughout the day just to watch you squirm while you try to stay quiet and composed.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh, he could go for multiple rounds, all night if he wanted to. Especially if you’ve riled him up or if he’s been stressed. But you’re human, after all, and the last thing he wants is to hurt you or push you past your limits. He knows exactly when to stop or when to take breaks for your sake. Especially after he’s thoroughly overstimulated you, making you cum more times than you can count. T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns toys, but not for himself as they're to be used on you. If you ever wanted to try one or had your eye on something new, he’d oblige without hesitation, making sure you get exactly what you want. After all, it’s going to be used on you~

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. He’d spend all night tormenting you, whispering about what a desperate little slut you are for riling him up just so he’ll fuck you. He’ll humiliate and degrade you, reminding you that all you had to do was ask if you wanted his cock that badly. But no, you had to be needy, had to push his limits so now? He’s going to make you regret it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not loud, but he’s not completely silent either, somewhere in between. You can definitely hear him, but if you moan too loud, you would just drown him out. He’s the type to let out deep grunts and soft gasps with his heavy breaths right against your ear, letting you feel what you’re doing to him.

Though, when he finally cums? You might catch a quiet, breathy moan slipping past his lips.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He enjoys your tears. not from genuine discomfort and fear of him, never that. But the ones that spill when he’s fucking you so good you can’t hold them back. The ones that come from sheer pleasure, from desperation, the pain from his whip, from the overwhelming need to cum. Yeah, those tears? He loves them. X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lucifer’s got a big cock, though I feel like he might be lacking a bit in width, not that it’s anything to complain about since he still has a nice width just not as girthy as Beel’s. However his length more than makes up for it. 8 inches, His tip is a very light pink, and his cock has a slight curve up rather than to the side.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say his drive is pretty high (have you seen him in the game? LOL). He can control it, sure, but when he goes too long without relief? He gets pent up and I mean pent up. So well.. the next time he has you beneath him, he’s taking it all out on you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He wouldn’t fall asleep until you do and he didn't have any work to do. He’d make sure you were okay, watching over you until you drifted off before slipping away to his study to finish up any lingering paperwork. Only once everything was in order would he finally allow himself to pull you back in his arms and fall asleep

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! Haven't written in ages.. I feel rusty so I hope I can get back in my game. I'm planning on doing another one of these so which brother do you want to see next?

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Anon ask with slight spoilers (ch 5 content)!

I was suddenly hit by a thought that is now eating me up from the inside and I have to ask it: If there was no curse, if MC was just a lucky kid who really just happened to be taken in by two wonderfull men after the unfortunate passing of their mother right after birth, if things were just, normal How much would the current story and everyone change? Mainly I am curious: would it change something about who Oswin comes to be? And also: would MC ever meet Duri at all? What about Zahn? And Rune? And Aster? This has been nagging me on the back of my head for a full hour now I am going to lose my marbles

Oooh, this is such a good and deep question. I honestly had not really considered this before...

So, I think this would be 2-fold for Oswin. On one hand, the curse business forces him to come into his own (but in a cruel way that actually sets him back a ways first). On the other, the journey is taking a heavy toll on his mind. With no curse-event on the birthday though, some things could have changed a lot for him. He planned to tell MC about his leaving, apologize for being a shit-heel, glaze over an explanation, and give them the gift. This is something he had tried to work the courage up to do multiple times though. He only found the courage because he would be leaving town for a long time. Depending on how that conversation went and what MC did or said, they could have made amends and started something friendly or romantic. Romance would have still taken some time, but if Oswin saw hope, he'd have canceled his job and stayed home.

There is a small possibility that MC could have met Zahn without the curse. But, there's also already the possibility that they have already encountered each other. :D That'll be discussed in the story if the right parameters are met. I think not having crossed paths with MC would ultimately mean Zahn is worse off. They'd stay in their cult much longer and probably would remain too uncertain about leaving for a long time. I fear that would put their sunny disposition at serious risk permanently. No more Sunflower.

I do not believe MC and Duri would ever meet. Duri very likely would not leave the shrine maybe ever. It's possible their sister could pry them away for a bit, but the odds of her taking them anywhere near MC is slim.

Rune would have a higher likelihood of crossing paths with MC. Though they favor cities for their travels, they aren't beyond stopping at little towns to play at any tavern they hear about. And, if MC is able to travel on their own, they would maybe find Rune instead. Without an event to really draw them together, I don't know if they'd have been able to get to know each other well. Rune's growth is a little different than the others through MC's story, so it is hard telling if they are able to have that growth without MC at all.

Aster would have a very small chance of encountering MC. I won't say zero, but it would depend on world events I suppose. He's very focused and driven by his needs. In his current stage of development, he would probably not pay much mind to MC. And without meeting MC and all that, he lives without some seriously-needed personal development. I can't say what sort of person he might become without the influence of MC and the crew...

Interesting to think on! ^_^

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poison. (Mickey Altieri smut)

⁎ warnings: toxic relationship, arguing, smoking, kissing, cussing, !smut! (p in v, unprotected, no aftercare or foreplay) female!reader. not proof read.

⁎ summary: you hated your life. you were in college, lonely and depressed. until you met Mickey, your current boyfriend. he made you feel loved. seen. but there was a problem: he was toxic. and you loved it...

⁎ author note: heyy. i know i said i didn't write smut, i wanted to experiment with stuff. so here u go, smut lol...

You were drowning. College wasn't helping, and loneliness clung to you. Your only escapes were drugs, cigarettes, and him. Mickey.

You met him on campus one late evening, leaning on a brick wall, cigarette hanging from his lips as he lazily asked where you were headed. It was casual. Innocent. But from that moment, he had you wrapped around his finger. He became your muse, your obsession.

Then came the fights. The shouting. The slammed doors and broken glass. The cycle... It never got better, but you didn't want it to. You loved the way he always came back, fists against your door, voice filled with desperation. The way his hands trembled when he touched you after. The way he'd drop to his knees, eyes glossy with regret and possession, begging for forgiveness.

And you forgave him. Everytime.

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

A cigarette dangled between your fingers, smoke curling toward the ceiling of your empty dorm. You were lucky. You'd managed to score a room all to yourself, not having to deal with a burden of a roommate.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up: Mickey <3, the caller ID said. This was the 11th call of the night. You didn't answer. You just watched it ring, controlling yourself to not give into his desperation.

His voice still echoed in your ears from earlier. The sharp words, the venom laced in every breath. The argument had been bad. Even worse than usual. You could still feel the heat of it, the way his eyes had darkened, the way his grip on your hand had tightened a little too much...

☆FLASHBACK☆

''Oh so now you care ?'' Mickey's voice was sharp, his eyes wild with something between anger and desperation. He stood in your dorm room, pacing like a caged animal, running a hand through his messy hair. You scoffed, arms crossed, a cigarette burning between your fingers. "Don't start with this jealous boyfriend act again, Mickey. It's exhausting..."

''Jealous ?'' he laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Yeah, maybe I am. Maybe I'm fucking sick of you acting like I don't exist when we’re not in bed or when you're not using me to feel something."

Your jaw tightened. "Oh, fuck you. You're the one who disappears for days, then comes back like I should be waiting for you !"

He stepped closer, towering over you, voice dropping to something almost soft, but laced with anger. "Yeah ? And what do you do when I'm gone, huh ? Who the fuck were you with last night ?" he said. This again... Your eyes narrowed. "I was alone, Mickey." you told him. Which was the truth, but he wouldn't believe it.

"Bullshit." his hand slammed against the wall beside your head, making you flinch. "You ignore my calls all night, come back smelling like a fucking bar, and expect me to believe you just had a little me time ?"

"Oh, so now I need your permission to breathe? Well Mickey, you're the one who fucks off whenever it's convenient. Don't act like you're some loyal saint." You sneered at him.

His hands curled into fists, trembling with restraint. "I'd never fucking cheat on you." his voice was low, dangerous. "But you ? You're so fucking detached, it wouldn't surprise me if you already fucked someone else."

That one stung. Your blood boiled, and before you could think, you were shoving him back. "Fuck you, Mickey. Get out."

His nostrils flared, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. For a moment, you thought he might leave. But then his expression changed, dark eyes softening, lips parting, regret settling in.

"Baby… I didn't mean that." he murmured as he walked closer to you.

But you turned away, refusing to look at him. And just like that, you heard the front door close...

☆BACK TO PRESENT☆

You stared at your phone as it continued ringing. It then stopped.

*ding* ''Open the door.'' the message said. You knew Mickey wasn't gonna give up. It took him 2 hours to ''recover'' from that argument. You sighed before putting out the cigarette.

Dragging yourself up, you walked to the front door and unlocking it. The second you did, Mickey shoved his way inside, slamming it shut behind him. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair a mess, his breathing ragged like he ran here.

"You're useless." he snapped, jaw clenched.

"And you're a fucking psycho." you shot back, walking towards him.

His lips twitched, something between a smirk and a snarl. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer. "You love it."

You did. You hated him. You loved him. It didn't fucking matter.

You crashed into each other, lips colliding in something desperate, messy. His hands tangled in your hair, yours clawing at his jacket, pulling, needing. Teeth clashed, nails scratched, breathing ragged between kisses that felt like drowning.

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

Without further warning, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, his body pressing against you. You could feel the heat from his skin and the hardness of his arousal through his thin clothing. His mouth found yours in a brutal kiss, forcing his tongue between your lips and claiming your mouth as his own. You could taste the alcohol on his breath, the fire igniting a spark within you.

He pushed you towards the wall, his hands roaming freely over youre body as he unbuckled his pants. You waited there impatiently, watching as he freed his erection from his boxers. His dick was now fully visible, thick and throbbing.

Mickey turned you around before he entered inside you without any prep. He only cared about his pleasure right now, only seeking you to relieve his stress. But that didnt matter at the moment. You moaned as you felt him stretch you out... ''Fuck...'' you heard him groan.

He then started pounding inside you, not planning to stop anytime soon. His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air, just enough to remind you who was in control.

''You're such a fucking bitch...'' he hissed, his other hand slipping between your thighs, fingers ruthless against your clit. ''And you're a cheater...'' you snapped back before letting out another moan.

His hips stuttered for a second. Just a second. Because you both knew it was true. But he didn't stop. Couldn't stop. This was how you punished each other, how you forgave each other, all in the same breathless, broken cycle. His hand clamped over your mouth, silencing your hurtful words. His hips snapped forward with reckless abandon. You moaned against his palm, the sound muffled but desperate, your climax hitting you like a freight train. Sharp, all-consuming, leaving you breathless and trembling.

The way your body clenched around him dragged him over the edge, a guttural curse spilling from his lips as he came, hips jerking, breath hot against your temple.

For a moment, there was silence. Just the sound of your ragged breaths. Then he pulled out, standing up without a word, and you knew it wouldn't be long before he walked out that door again. You felt amazing and disgusting at the same time.

''Do you think it's always gonna be like this ?'' he asked you as he fixed his clothes. You let out a sigh as you thought about it. Was it really going to be like this ? Argue, hate, forgive, repeat. ''Who knows...'' you murmur as you softly sat down on the couch. You still loved him to death. Nothing was going to make you leave him.

Then, his phone dinged on the coffee table: Message from Sid💕: is she gone ?

The End.

[rei-ismyname]

X-Men #11 Review

To be honest, this one was underwhelming. There's always something worthy of commentary, it just feels like not much happens and it doesn't quite feel like a full issue - perhaps because it bucks the Marvel formula of the three Cs - conflict, choice, and conclusion.

Stuff certainly happens but nothing that couldn't be summed up in a few sentences at the start of next issue. The last three issues have all had high stakes, for better or worse, and without room to breathe tension burns out.

The Raid on Graymalkin is over but not much has changed, Agent Fucko and the O*N*E have stood down, and everyone is moving on. I didn't expect to see a discussion about recent events but I really want one. Serious shit has gone down very recently and all these people should have opinions on that. The X-Men are used to constant drama but still ... it feels like those events didn't matter and the characters feel thinner for it. It's said that the O*N*E visit was 'earlier' yet Beast is standing and relaxed despite being beaten badly. Maybe Xorn is that good a healer.

After a cold open on some kind of space bullshit crashing nearby, we cut to Beast and Jen Starkey running some tests on her mutation. They're on an awkward first name basis after she reminds him but they're getting along well enough. Hank theorises that she's a metamorph of some kind and tests that hypothesis. Flying seems like a risky place to start but I'm not a scientist. Fortunately he's right and she's not a reality warper or something - she grows wings and assumes avian features. Cool. We move on from them as the plot is happening to other people. Nice to see you both, say hi to Magneto for me.

Whatever crashed is making a beeline for Merle, and Scott feels the O*N*E visit has already disrupted the town enough for one day. If it wasn't coming for them he says it would be none of their business, which is understandable. The X-Men have so many red alert crises and threats coming for them that they couldn't operate as traditional superheroes even if they wanted to. I think that might be this book's identity - Cyclops and friends playing whack-a-mole with endless mutant problems. Although, in other books they're expanding the scope. They're fighting one of Cyttorak's kids right now in Amazing Spider-Man, they've agreed to be on call to the Avengers and have an alliance of sorts; though when all the heroes gather for One World Under DOOM the only mutant present is Storm. Maybe they're in space due to this issue, but the degree of connectivity feels inconsistent. That's often been a thing with X-books, except it's been explicitly set up in Avengers so I don't know what to think.

The banter is cute and the ad hoc points system adorable, but it's mood whiplash considering there's been no time skip since the last 3 intense issues. Maybe I'm nitpicking. I've certainly been known to. People who aren't able to decompress after high stress situations often turn to humour to cope. Something I find myself saying with this book a lot is 'I guess we'll see if it's followed up on.' Given the amount of dangling plot threads and character beats I can't help but feel that the book doesn't deserve that grace. I'll come back to that.

Moving on, Scott needs to be captured by alien bounty hunters and this is how it happens. The visitor from space is Scott's deadbeat dad, Corsair. He's here to warn him that he's got a huge battalion after him, but he really doesn't prioritise it. They greet warmly but Scott is suspicious of his motives, an attitude he had in Phoenix but one that's at odds with other recent history. Whatever - Corsair sucks and he deserves to get called out.

Haha! Krakoa callbacks have been pretty inconsistent, but this is definitely a fun one to dredge up. The Starjammers did abandon the New Mutants to Shi'Ar prison for petty reasons and Magik remembers. She interrupts Scott's interrogation and punches the old geezer in the face. Good for her. Space jail sucks and that's dry snitching.

It's interrupted by Beast detecting even more space bullshit with his instruments. A space whale carrying a whole bunch of aliens is rolling up. So that's what the situation is, thanks Corsair.

'For you. They're here for you.' Not hard.

Err, you didn't really say that, Corsair. Sure, you used that word, but there was no sense of urgency when you could have just said 'aliens are coming to get you, Scott Summers, very soon. It's an emergency.' Even after getting angry he talks about himself and deflects. Just fucking tell them what's happening dude. 'They' is vague and you basically wasted your time. He's not even finished blundering.

The X-Men leap into action with Scott assuming the bounty hunters are here for Corsair - a VERY reasonable assumption. That they're actually here for Scott is very strange. I think Scott taking the situation at face value would be correct 99% of the time - Corsair is a dodgy space pirate who's always being chased by bounty hunters whereas Scott is a Shi'Ar ally and on decent terms with the Kree-Skrull empire. As Corsair admits, he has a 2.5 million credit bounty on his head. No idea what the exchange rate is but it sounds like a lot. I wonder if they're still using Mysterium as a currency and store of value.

There's been some big changes in galactic politics recently in response to Jean and Phoenix cruising around. Gladiator freaked out about it and long story short the Galactic Council put Thanos in charge. They shouldn't be able to do that but mind control is probably involved. Hulkling, Wiccan, or Xandra have been strangely absent. Anyway, failing to get across that they're after Scott is such a blunder I have to wonder if it's not a betrayal. Corsair is an idiot, but that makes this an idiot plot. His and Scott's argument ends up being a pointless waste of time - just taking up page space.

Temper scorches the poor whale, lucky it's lobotomized. The X-Men come through a portal onto the whale ship and raise hell. It's always nice to see how effectively the team work together, though we've just had an event full of pointless violence. Scott thinks he's rescuing his dad but he's really charging into a trap. Corsair eventually convinces Quentin to let him into the telepathic group chat and HE STILL YAPS ABOUT IRRELEVANT INFORMATION. Fuck, just tell him they're here for him; Scott doesn't need to know about the economics of interstellar travel right now.

'I came to warn you, son. I'll do so after including as much extraneous information as possible.' Corsair manages to spit it out only after Scott has already realised something is up. The bounty hunters are wearing Ruby Quartz armor (which is pretty cool) and they've got Cyclops surrounded. Seems like Magik could get him out of there pretty easily, or Scott could blow a hole in the floor. Juggernaut, famously, can't be stopped - surely he can take out these chumps.

Only now do we get 'they're after you.' Three words that he could have said at any time, or even thought it at either of the two telepaths present. He even has a ship-to-speeder communicator that he could have used to get to the point. It's necessary to have characters make mistakes and have errors in communication. It's a reliable and relatable source of drama. Filling half the issue with Corsair dropping out of the sky and saying plenty of words that don't advance the plot or characters in a believable way feels like pointless filler. Corsair has had more dialogue than Glob, Xorn, and Ben Liu - all ongoing characters - and all of it served no purpose. You could remove him from this issue without affecting anything. As I said in the intro, stuff happens, but nothing that couldn't be summed up in a few sentences for the next issue.

Now that Corsair has said what he came to say he's wallpaper. Good. Idie and Quentin are looking to support their teammates when fucking Alpha Flight arrive to help (I think?) A Beaubier-less Alpha Flight is not particularly interesting to me, but I like most of them. They all got imprisoned by ORCHIS during Fall of X for supporting mutants. Definitely cool behaviour, and Puck is generally rad (not sure if he's here) but I there's one member who can go fuck himself.

James MacDonald Hudson is the worst. He's ostensibly a hero but he does a lot of reactionary bootlicking. He briefly joined ORCHIS out of fear of mutants but got cold feet when Australia was nearly destroyed. I'll rant about him another time, but woo - Alpha Flight are here to support the X-Men. Maybe the space bullshit will only take up one more issue. It ends there, so we'll find out next time.

Around issue #5 of this run I stated that I was starting to notice the narrative formula. Each issue will focus on a handful of characters while introducing some new crisis, the rest of the team will get a few panels at best, there'll be some action squeezed in somewhere and then it'll end on a cliffhanger. The cumulative effect is that the plot is glacially slow, the characters have one or two defining traits/issues, and most plot points dangle as crisis after crisis gets piled on.

Even the plot points that have been revisited haven't been resolved in any way, like Graymalkin or the ongoing O*N*E cold war. Here's a list of the dangling plot threads and character beats I could think of without rereading.

- 3K and the adult mutants

- Cassandra Nova

- R-LDS

- The Upstarts

- Graymalkin prison

- The O*N*E

- Scott's anxiety attack

- Piper Cobb

- Magik's chess game

- Idie's problems with authority and teamwork

- Magneto. Just Magneto. He's there but has little to say

- The Phoenix

- Beef with Rogue

- King Bedlam's price

Any one of these things would usually be a priority to deal with or at least discuss. I feel like it devalues their importance to just introduce a new problem almost every issue and it makes it harder to get invested in events as they unfold. This issue, for instance - I suspect it'll be resolved next issue and not spoken about again. Or, it will be a drawn out space adventure like the old days and all the Earthly problems will be put on the backburner. Either way it's a problem caused by frontloading all these crises and continually stacking them on top of one another.

There are moments of solid execution and meaningful character work, but when everything is a crisis nothing is. X-Men #11 looks pretty good, as usual, but it's entirely skippable. If you are a big Corsair fan and want 10 pages of him failing a simple task then this book is for you, but if not you can get everything you need from the intro blurb next issue.

[garmgeyr]

It's clear by now that Miss Chiori's attitude barely fazes her indolent guide, and he chuckles good-naturedly as he settles onto the stool beside hers. While the rain hadn't exactly been pouring outside, it'd been just damp enough to settle into their clothes and hair. For Gallagher's part, however, it's barely made him look any worse than usual, and that might be why the redheaded young man hadn't even batted an eye at his bedraggled appearance. Or maybe that was simply the way this place was. After all, when the streets were so full of trash, could one really expect the people to be much better?

On the other hand, Chiori, despite the unfortunate conditions, had turned heads, and eyes from all around the restaurant furtively cast curious looks in her direction even now. Who was this well-dressed young woman in Gallagher's company? they wonder. Surely she belonged in the sweet dream, not here. If Gallagher is aware of the attention they're getting, he doesn't show it. Brushing his rain-soaked hair out of his face, he looks at her with curiosity tempered by some undercurrent of humor. This whole ordeal has been quite a delight for him, it says, not as one who loves to see others miserable, but as a collector of interesting stories.

"Nothing to eat, Miss Chiori? If I'm paying, you might as well take advantage of it, eh? Heh." He turns to the redhead. "Get us a Clockie pizza, with the Bygone special. And I'll have a glass of Pika Red."

The man smiles. "Sure, I'll have that right out for you." And then departs for the busy kitchen at the back of the house. Gallagher makes himself comfortable, sinking down against the back of the stool and settling his arms across his chest.

"Cozy, right?" he asks, throwing a glance toward Chiori. "The food's simple but you'll find it really hits the spot. It'll make ya feel alive again in no time."

But the soured look on her face and the way she seems to slump down on herself reminds him a little of a plant that's had too much water. Or not enough. He can't say he hasn't dealt with the withering sort before, but each of them have come with their own headaches, especially the handful whose intended destination had never been Dreamflux to begin with. With a sigh, Gallagher heaves himself up to sit up straight. It's time to drop the act and get down to the heart of the matter.

"Alright, well... I promised you some answers. First, I need to know some things about you though. Are you a proper visitor to the Land of Festivities?"

sleepie times

[merriclo]

OHH. MY GOD. BARK BARK BARK RAWFF BARK GRR WJSKKFKRLW i want him in a way that is so diabolical it’s hard to even form coherent words around. i see him and am filled with emotion the likes of which even i can only scarcely imagine, let alone comprehend. i must kiss him and leave cartoonish red kissy marks all over his face and walk away only when my lips are bloody and bruised. i must be woven into his veins. this darling delusion of mine may be of colossal vitality but i care not, for i need this middle aged man so fucking bad. someone give me the aux i need to play older by isabel larosa.

[fleouriarts]

feeling bad about my art lately. will probably not post for a while. but i wanted to at least dump some stuff here before i retreat into my hidey hole

[genekies]

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[earl-grey-crow]

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