#this little fucking tornado menace

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i’m….huh okay~🎃

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The Phantom Menace (no, not that one)

For the @steddie-spooktober day 28 prompt: Mask Rated: T | Words: 1118 | CW: None | Tags: established relationship, modern AU, Eddie Munson is a menace, Eddie Munson is whipped, Steve Harrington is a tease, for the good of everyone present at the Halloween party Divider credit: @steddiecameraroll-graphics

Eddie is a menace.

And a goddamn pain in the ass.

It’s not that Steve doesn’t love him – Eddie is very lucky that Steve does love him, in fact, because Steve would otherwise have lost his patience about half an hour into this shit and ditched him to find his own ride home from the Halloween party.

And Steve had even liked Eddie’s choice of costume at first. He’ll admit that he hadn’t been super into Phantom of the Opera when they’d watched it—a little too theatrical to really be up Steve’s alley—but he’d definitely seen the appeal in Eddie’s Phantom costume.

The waistcoat he’d thrifted had been a hell of a find; it fits him almost perfectly. He’d sewn a cloak that he’d had entirely too much fun twirling around in when he’d finished it. The white half mask had given him an alluring air of mystery, and with his hair tied back? The whole thing had added up to a very attractive picture.

Until the night of the party, when Eddie had decided to be, as previously mentioned, a fucking menace.

He’s been fucking with people all night; nothing mean or destructive (Steve supposes they should all count themselves lucky that Eddie isn’t playing with fire), but irritating as shit. He’s jumping out from around corners and scaring people, he’s stealing things off the snack table and leaving them in weird places, he keeps changing the music from generic Halloween shit to opera (no one is sure how he’s doing this, since access to the Bluetooth speaker is being carefully guarded), he laughs maniacally every time someone expresses annoyance with his tricks, and he’s refusing to stop unless he’s paid 20,000 francs.

Robin offered him a dollar to stop tugging the back of her shirt and running away any time she turns her back to him; he’d argued that the offer was far too low, but had graciously accepted after she’d threatened to smother him with his own cloak.

The most annoying part, however, is that he absolutely refuses to answer to his name. Any time someone snaps out some variation of “Eddie, cut it the fuck out,” he dramatically asks “Eddie? Who is this Eddie? I am The Phantom!” before turning away, flourishing his cloak like Batman as he goes.

“You’re his boyfriend,” Robin insists, leaning up against the counter beside Steve; he’s been hiding in the kitchen for the last half hour, hoping no one will remember that he and Eddie had shown up together, “can’t you make him stop?”

“You think I have literally any control over him?” Steve asks. “He’s like a tornado; you just have to wait him out and hope insurance covers whatever damage he causes.”

Robin snorts. “Okay, but can’t you use, like, your wiles?”

Steve stares at her. “My what?”

“Your wiles. You know, be sexy at him, or whatever.” Robin wiggles her fingers vaguely in Steve’s direction. “That man is weak for you. I’m willing to bet he’ll do anything you ask if you flash your cleavage at him.”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest, hiding the way the shirt of his Indiana Jones costume is halfway unbuttoned, gaping open to reveal a decent (or maybe slightly indecent) amount of skin. “I do not have cleavage.”

“Whatever.” Robin rolls her eyes, then perks up at the sound of Eddie’s crazed chuckling coming close to the kitchen doorway. “Oh! Here he comes! Do it!”

“I’m not going to–”

“Do it,” Robin hisses, tugging on Steve’s arm until he comes away from the counter and giving him a shove in the direction of the doorway just as Eddie comes sweeping through.

Robin skirts around him, pointing two fingers at her eyes and then jabbing a single finger at Eddie, the universal sign for I’m watching you, as she goes by, and Eddie holds his hands up in surrender. She takes a moment to send one more look over her shoulder at Steve before she leaves, and, well – Steve guesses he might as well try it, before someone actually decides to murder Eddie.

“Hey, Phantom,” Steve says, approaching the kitchen island.

Eddie, halfway through ladling punch into a plastic cup, looks up at Steve and grins. “Hello, there.” His voice is deeper than usual, a dramatic affectation for his costume, and any other time, Steve would appreciate the sexy rasp; unfortunately, it’s currently attached to Eddie in full pest mode.

“So,” Steve drawls, leaning his forearms on the island, making sure to angle himself so his shirt falls open just a little bit farther, “I’ve been meaning to ask: I don’t suppose you’ve seen my boyfriend, Eddie, around, have you?”

It takes Eddie a moment to answer, his eyes glued to the span of skin and chest hair Steve’s putting on display. “Eddie?” he finally asks, gaze snapping back up to Steve’s face. “I’m afraid I don’t know who you mean.”

Steve hums, a little, disappointed noise. “That’s too bad,” he says, giving Eddie a bit of a pout. “See, I thought his costume was pretty hot tonight, and I thought maybe we could… y’know, slip away from everyone else, so I could show him just how much I liked it.”

Eddie swallows. “You don’t say,” he says, voice gone a little faint.

“Mm.” Steve sighs. “But since I can’t find him, and you haven’t seen him, I guess I just won’t–”

“Actually,” Eddie cuts in, almost frantically, “now that you mention it, I think I might have seen him.”

A slow smirk draws across Steve’s face. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie nods quickly. “Let me just– I’ll go see if I can find him for you.”

“I’d appreciate it,” Steve says sweetly, leaning a little further onto the island (he does not, whatever Robin says, have cleavage, but if the move pushes his pecs up just a bit more, well – that’s just a bonus).

Eddie turns away, entirely forgetting to flourish his cloak, and ducks out through the kitchen doorway.

He reappears moments later, his white half-mask in hand, one side of his face still a little red and sweaty from where it’s been resting all night.

“Steve!” he exclaims, arms thrown wide. “I haven’t seen you all night! But, uh, someone told me that you’ve been looking for me.”

Steve rolls his eyes, coming around from behind the island; committed to the bit to the bitter end, that’s Eddie.

Somehow, Steve wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Someone was right,” Steve says, hooking a finger beneath Eddie’s bowtie and tugging him closer, leaning in to meet his lips in a deep kiss.

The Phantom doesn’t make an appearance for the rest of the night.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @subeddieweek, day three.

Menace to Society

Prompt: Brat/Wet/Choking | Word Count: 2556 | Rating: E | CW: Gagging | Tags: Established Relationship, Teasing, Taunting, Bratty Sub Eddie, A Bit of Orgasm Denial, Choking (on Cock), Light Biting, Light Spanking, Rimming, Unprotected Sex

He's a nuisance. A little shithead. A menace to society and Steve's life, as a whole. 

And Steve wouldn't have it any other way. 

Eddie is dripping water all over the hardwood floors of the bedroom as he stands in front of the closet, totally naked. His wet hair is dripping down his back, and he has to be freezing cold. The fan is whirring overhead, the window AC blowing full blast. But Steve just watches, waiting to see how long the little brat can hold out. 

He's pretty sure Eddie didn't even attempt to ghost a towel over himself, let alone dry off. 

Flicking through the shirts, Eddie's acting like he's never seen any of them before. Like, this is a brand new wardrobe and not his same old, ratty ass clothes that he refuses to replace, like, ever.

Steve waits. And Eddie stalls. 

He finally selects a plain black shirt, and pulls it over his head and slides on a pair of red plaid boxers. They're both clinging to his wet skin, and it can't be comfortable. But Steve says nothing, not even when Eddie slides into bed, his cold, wet hair soaking into the pillow, not even when he slides right up against Steve, pushing his face into Steve's neck. 

This cold, wet, rat of a man. 

And he's all Steve's. 

"You're a little brat," Steve says, and he can feel Eddie's smile against his skin, pressed against his pulse point. He's sure it's hammering away, giving away that he's not exactly as unaffected as he hopes he seems.

"And what are you gonna do about that?" Eddie asks, licking a wet stripe towards Steve's ear. 

"If you want something from me, all you have to do is ask." 

"Where's the fun in that?" Eddie questions, and Steve laughs. He's not sure how he's the boss here, he doesn't feel like he's the boss of anything that happens in their house. 

Long, long ago he was yanked off his feet by the living, breathing tornado that shares his bed. And he knew he could either ride out the storm, or take cover.

And he'll ride out the storm, always.

Eddie leans in and bites him hard on the neck, and it's his cue to act. He knows it, so he manhandles Eddie off him, and over onto his knees, until he's draped over his lap and draws back his hand and smacks Eddie on the ass. Once, twice, three times, a little harder with each blow.

Eddie just laughs. 

"Tickles," Eddie mumbles into the pillow. 

So, Steve strikes him again. Harder.

Then yanks on the damp boxers, wrestling them off Eddie, and pushing his t-shirt up his back. 

And Steve finds that Eddie has clearly worked himself open in the shower, despite knowing how much Steve likes to do it himself. 

"You disobeyed me," Steve says, spanking him again, then pressing his thumb against Eddie's stretched hole. 

"Well, if you'd be a little more competent at the job," Eddie says, and Steve grips his hip. 

"Hey," Steve says, firm, unyielding. It's effective, and the tone is all Eddie needs to change directions and back off. To mind. Steve's made it clear he doesn't like to be degraded or shamed, doesn't like to feel like he's bad at things, like he's bullshit, and Eddie knows better, even if he's being a fucking brat right now.

"Too far, sorry," Eddie says, and he reaches back to pet Steve's hand. 

"That's what I thought," Steve says, dumping Eddie onto the bed, moving to stand in front of Eddie. He tugs down his own underwear, just over his ass and palms his dick. 

Then he crooks his finger at Eddie, beckoning him closer.

"On your knees. Hands behind your back." 

Eddie whines, "But I'm ready…"

"And you'll still be ready when I am," Steve says firmly, pointing at the floor, "on your knees."

Eddie slides off the bed, and does as he's been told, but has a bitchy look on his face the entire time. It's a big job, but Steve will try to fix that attitude, so he grabs Eddie's cheeks between his fingers, pinching, forcing him to open up his mouth. Demanding that he lowers his jaw. 

He does, and Steve pats him on the cheek, softly, "That's my good boy. So docile, so giving, such a soft boy."

Steve's paying him back, even if Steve knows him well enough to know this won't rile him. Eddie wants to submit, even if he isn't exactly docile. Isn't soft. And doesn't want to be. 

When he lets go, Eddie is still sitting there, his mouth open. Waiting. Waiting. Eyes hooded.

Steve palms his own dick, stroking the length of himself, right at Eddie's eye level. Making him watch. 

Eddie sticks out his tongue, and Steve grins at him, can't help it, but still tells him, "You're a goddamn brat." 

And Eddie clamps his mouth shut, defiant. 

Loving Eddie, is living with constant consented to chaos.

Steve does nothing, just keeps stroking his own cock, lazily. Nothing works better on Eddie's bratty bad attitude than simply ignoring him. Lack of attention, that's what gets him to shape up.

So, Steve fists his own dick, and closes his eyes, tilting his head back. Long, smooth strokes, showing that he can please himself. That he doesn't need Eddie. That he can do this without any of his input.

Steve knows the silence won't last, can't. Eddie'll get jealous of Steve's own hand. He'll get too impatient. Steve's not wrong.

"Well, are you gonna do anything about it?" Eddie snaps.

Steve grins, wicked, opening his eyes as he leans down to get closer to Eddie's face.

"Of course I am. I was just waiting to see how big of a hole you were planning on digging for yourself, first."

Eddie's jaw drops back down, mouth open and pliant. Willing and waiting. Not wanting to be left out.

And that's more like it.

Steve rewards him for it by sliding the head of his cock against Eddie's bottom lip, then the tip of his tongue, before sliding in, in, in. Bumping the back of Eddie's throat. 

Eddie gags, he always does, and Steve's instinct is still to pull out. Even after all this time. Even after Eddie has told him not to, again and again. And Eddie must know that, must feel it happening, Steve withdrawing, so Eddie disobeys the order he was given and takes one hand out from behind his back, grabbing a handful of Steve's ass, pulling him in even further into his mouth. 

His cock sliding into Eddie's throat deeper than before, gagging him even worse.

Steve buries his hand in Eddie's hair, close to the scalp, and pulls him backwards. Off his dick completely. And Eddie makes a choked noise at the loss, but lets go of Steve's ass, and puts his hand back behind his back where it belongs. But he looks up at Steve with wet, betrayed eyes.

Steve brushes his thumb against Eddie's forehead, and Eddie nods. Just ever so slightly. 

He's okay, just pouting. 

"Do I need to hog-tie you and set you in cement? Or can you behave for once in your goddamn life?" Steve asks, and Eddie offers up his wrists, more belligerence than an actual offering, and Steve ignores him. "Behind. Your. Back," Steve repeats slowly, and Eddie puts them back where they belong.

Eddie nods, lowering his eyes, finally submitting.

So, Steve presses back in. Pressing, pushing until Eddie's eyes are watering more. Big and shining with unshed tears, but locked in on Steve's. Unwavering. 

Begging him, silently. 

Pupils blown wide, as he's getting lost in the scene, and it's a look Steve adores to get out of him.

So, Steve gives him what he wants, and bottoms out, choking him. He holds his cock in Eddie's throat for a few breaths. 

Then pulls out. Eddie gasps for air, just for a second, then opens his mouth for more. 

Steve gives him more. Over and over, until he's ready to torment Eddie further. Or, well, until Eddie's ready to be tormented further, seems more accurate. Steve's in charge, but this is always, will always, be about Eddie and his wants. His needs.

How they get there will be in Steve's hands, but the end game has always been clear to Steve. Make Eddie happy, even if he has to torture that happiness out of him, inch by inch, squeeze by squeeze.

"I'm gonna come," Steve tells him, "right down your throat."

Eddie whines, and attempts to shake his head no.

"Are you telling me no? Are you the boss of me?" 

Eddie whines again, shaking his head.

"All that work, and for what? Nothing," Steve says. "What'd you use? Your fingers? A toy? Hidden away, stretching yourself open, unable to wait for me to take care of you."

Eddie can't answer, not with Steve's cock in his throat. 

"Yeah, like that," Steve says, and then grips the back of Eddie's head. 

Eddie whines.

"Here it comes," Steve tells him, and presses as far in as he can. Eddie's nose is buried in his pubes, taking it. 

He doesn't come, never planned to, but he jerks his hips and groans like he has, and when he pulls out, Eddie swallows like he did. Giving him the big, sad doe eyes as he does it. Really laying on the patheticness.

Steve tucks his still hard dick back into his underwear, like this over. Because Eddie likes that. Likes to feel denied. Even as he whines, and kicks up a fuss, he is getting off on it. Steve knows he is. 

So, Steve crawls in bed, and Eddie follows. Steve lays his head back on his cold, wet pillow and sighs, like he's settling in for the night. 

And Eddie curls up right next to him, settling against his body. 

Steve reaches up and pets Eddie's hair, leaning over to kiss him on the head. 

"You're perfect," Steve says. 

Eddie doesn't miss a beat, "I know." 

Steve laughs. 

And Eddie grins. 

"You gonna be good for me a little bit longer?" Steve asks, and Eddie nods, adamant.

Eddie is bent over on his knees, and Steve is caressing his skin. Worshiping him. Everything about him. 

Before Eddie, before this life he loves, Steve hadn't thought about being in charge in a long time, his king's crown long thrown away with flourish and good fucking riddance. But Eddie wants Steve to drive. Even when he's being a little brat. He's still begging for Steve to take charge. To lay a firm hand against his body, guiding him. 

Steve never used to feel comfortable being in control of anything, not really, not even in his King Steve days. But he's learned to enjoy it, to do this with Eddie. Would do anything for Eddie.

He's slicked up his dick, and made sure Eddie is actually ready, and he is, before pressing inside. 

Eddie makes the most beautiful sound Steve's ever heard. A happy whine, and Steve thinks he's done good. Done right by Eddie. 

And that's all he ever wants to do. 

Make him happy. No matter what that entails. 

Even that comes from making him suffer, just a little bit, first.

"Don't you even think about coming before me," Steve demands, and Eddie whines about that, too.

Steve presses his fingers into Eddie's hips as he fucks him, and Eddie is finally behaving now that he's gotten exactly what he wanted. Head hung low, relaxed in his total submission.

That won't do. Not at all.

"What? Nothing to say now? No running commentary?" Steve goads.

Eddie says nothing, and Steve's not sure he can right now.

But he squeezes down on Steve's dick, and it makes Steve smile. He rubs his hip bone, thumbing the sharp point of it. 

"C'mon, it's the closest thing I get to hearing a sports play-by-play these days." 

Eddie scoffs, and Steve is baiting him. He watches sports all the time, much to Eddie's pissing and moaning. 

"This is entrapment, Harrington," Eddie finally breathes out. 

It is. It definitely is.

"I think you like it when I'm bratty," Eddie adds, his forehead resting against the mattress, his voice a little muffled.

Steve smiles, where Eddie can't see, "Lies." 

He feels so good, open and slick, and Steve fucks him with long, hard strokes. Well practiced, after so many years together. Eddie's so fucking wet, he must have used an overabundance of lube.

Steve shifts his hips, changing his angle, and works over Eddie's prostate. Over and over, with precision, trying to shove Eddie to the precipice without toppling him over it. He wants Eddie to feel like he's gonna fail, but not actually fail. 

Eddie whines, hanging his head, loose and limp. Finally, completely pliant. Trusting Steve.

And Steve keeps him there, dangling on the edge. Brushing past his prostate on every third stroke, then every fifth, every tenth. Backing off as he reads Eddie's body language. Eddie's loose, basically melted, but Steve can still tell. Can still read him like an open book. He knows everything there is to know about Eddie Munson.

It's the hardest he's ever studied in his whole life.

And Steve knows that Eddie's gonna come, soon.

So, Steve lets go of his own control, and shoves right into Eddie's prostate one more time, dick jerking as he empties himself into Eddie and Eddie whines, coming untouched all over the sheets below.

After Steve, as directed, like a good fucking boy.

Steve pulls out, and slaps him on the ass one more time, but this time in a good game sort of way, and Eddie laughs, wet and amused. 

"I have no bones, my bones have gone," Eddie says, collapsing to the sheets, laying in his own wet spot and not giving a flying fuck. 

Steve will just have to clean him up. Take care of him. So, Steve rubs his back, and then presses his thumb against Eddie hole. Loose and wet, so fucking wet.

Steve leans down and runs his tongue over it, flat and soothing, and Eddie sighs, content, "That feels good."

Steve rubs his hand on Eddie's ass cheek, and Eddie tries to spread his legs further, as Steve presses his tongue to him, over and over, cleaning him up, soothing him. 

And then Eddie is finally quiet, finally still. Because he's fallen asleep.

Steve will have to move him, have to clean up the bed, but for now, he just rests his cheek against Eddie's bare side, throwing his arm over Eddie's damp thighs, now wet with sweat instead of water from the shower, and closes his eyes.

And smiles.

Steve does like it. The brattiness. Lives for it, honestly. Longs for that spark in Eddie's eyes, asking, begging, pleading, trusting Steve to do something about it. Trusting Steve to do so many things that Eddie will love, even if he pretends he doesn't, the whole goddamn way.

That is, until Eddie is finally settled and still, satisfied, just like he is in this very moment. Lightly snoring, a sound that is music to Steve's ears. Background noise that means he's home.

And Steve presses his lips to Eddie's skin, loving on him a little bit more.

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[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

mean soap….what about mean könig?

This is the ask that GOT me earlier cause a mean König would make me screech. He would be nothing like our beautiful bb boy in Rocky start, he would be intimidating af! (and something about the fact I'd never considered something like this before got meeeeee)

Warning: Smut (18+), mean König

Mean König would take every chance he could to show you how weak you are, how easily overpowerable. He would pin you up against the wall, holding your two hands in only one of his while he clasped your jaw with the other, and put that big hooded face of his right up against yours. His eyes would be aglow with all the terrible thoughts they had swirling inside them, betraying a building tornado waiting to be unleashed. He'd growl low and menacing in your ear - you could swear you feel the cool blow of ice cold breath escape through the thick material, but really its probably the shivers wracking your body - and König would be so threatning and dominating.

"You know, even for a new recruit you're really quite pathetic. You can barely keep up with the others, you're slow and you're a terrible shot. I'm beginning to think this is all you're good for," he'd rumble, inhaling your scent through the hood.

"König! Please I didn't- I didn't mean to fuck up so badly in training today, those guys were much bigger and I just couldn't get an edge on them, can't you just give me a break?"

"No. And you know why? Because you need to learn a lesson, If you don't have the will to fight in a place like this...you're going to be eaten alive."

He'd yank your wrists then and throw you out in the middle of the room, and you'd stumble on the threadbare rug, cursing the old worn thing like it was sentient. As if it were to meaningfully blame for your downfall. Then you'd do your best to regain your balance as you stumbled toward the bed, gulping as you saw König advancing toward you again, his heavyboots landing hard on the squealing wooden floors.

"König, please! Be nice to me!"

"Poor little newbie, you want me to be nice? You don't think I'm being nice now? You want to know how mean I can really get?"

You'd whimper and watch as he advanced toward you, crossing the floor in a matter of seconds and pinning you down on the ground as if you were nothing. His full weight would come down on you and angle over your prone body like a monster inspecting its kill. His chest would lay heavily over yours and his legs would be impenetrable.

It didn't matter what you did. It'd be no use. You'd moan out and try to kick out at him, but he'd crowd you so badly you'd barely be able toget a foot free. You'd struggle, man you'd wriggle so hard and get so hot you could swear there were flames licking at your sides, but there's no way König would budge. You'd scream, headbutt, shove and twist your hands and fight all you could, but he'd stay on you like concrete that had moulded into place. It'd send you crumbling. You were just as every bit small and vulnerbale as he made you out to be.

"It's a good thing you have me watching over you, Schatz," he'd whisper, eerily low. "Who knows the levels of depravity that some of the men on this base might like to go to with you? Aren't you just so lucky you have someone that wants to protect you like this?"

A noise would ring out into the room, a sharp pitiful noise. A whine. A whine of anticipation, of fear, of longing, of unknown unnease. You'd shiver and try to close your eyes, try to pretend like you didn't want the giant on top of you to ravage you and take out every bit of anger. Your body would betray you though, he'd know. He always knew.

"Why don't you just lie back and let me take control now, hm? Leave everything up to me. You've never been one for thinking, afterall."

"König!"

you'd give one last try at a protest.

But it'd be no use, he'd harden his lake blue eyes into tundras and you'd purse your lips, not wanting to dissapoint him any further.

"That's right. Just listen to me, don't think. It's what you're best at, Schatz."

[scourgefrontiers]

i DREAM of one day creating something as unbelievably silly and frankly sometimes str8 up stupid yet BRILLIANT and FUN and EXCITING as inazuma eleven. im so inspired as a creator by this silly little kids show about fucking soccer of all things

i will never stop gushing about how good inazuma eleven is to me. it means SO MUCH to me for so many reasons but the one i wanna mention rn is just. the fact that it's such a silly concept, objectively it's SO silly. but it WORKS and its FUN and even though shit happens that is so ridiculous it shouldnt be good its so actually enjoyable and i cant stop thinking about it and rewatching it over and over

the first season can be kind of a drag at some parts, but its so important to watch it at least once because it sets up so many things--the world of soccer that involves actual tangible superpowers used in the plays, the relationships of the core characters and how they begin (mainly the managers + endou, gouenji, and kidou), the start of raimon's soccer club and by extension their soccer as a whole, the menace that is kageyama reiji...........just. its so good and its so important. the VERY SECOND EPISODE is insane with the introduction of gouenji's fire tornado and fucking DEATH ZONE and endou's god hand and just, its so good. its so good yall

the second season is where shit gets crazier somehow and gives everyone an idea of how insane inazuma eleven as a series can be. it actually--and this is true--almost turned me off from watching the rest of the show bc it was SUCH a hard left turn from the first season i couldnt handle it without being spoiled by my wife lol. but now? it's my TOP favorite season. it introduces amazing characters (FUBUKI? FUDOU? SAGINUMA? MIDORIKAWA? HIROTO? ok mostly aliea kids but still. i am biased perhaps) and just the DESIGNS of a lot of the alien kids are so cool to me (desarm. im looking at you). top favorite season hands down

the third season is a bit of a toned-down season compared to s2's "hey aliens are attacking and theyre using soccer to do it" because it just focuses on the kids as kids playing soccer in an international tournament (with an overarching world domination plot, granted) but also it has these little weird bits that make it so bizarre even still, such as the mini arc where they play against actual angels and demons or the filler ep with the kappas. its still got that sorta supernatural element to it that i adore

dont even get me started on go. soccer communism. actual for real time travel. REAL aliens this time. i cant even begin to explain how all this actually ties into the plot because it DOES somehow i promise. but like good lord its so insane LOL and thats why i love it

anyway ALL OF THIS GUSHING TO SAY, i hope to one day make a story and world as simple and silly yet exciting and fun as inazuma eleven. thank you

[stiricidewrites]

The Damage You Do: ch 24, pt 3

L.J. was briefly mentioned in chapter 13. They're the leader of the group's financial division, who lwj is hoping doesn't learn about his new sub anytime soon.

Unfortunately, my keyboard broke, and I had to order a new one. I'm not sure how my sketchy glue repair will hold up yet, so I might not post until the new one arrives, hopefully by Tuesday.

Previously

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Now was for winding wwx up, for digging his nails into the man’s flesh, for making him beg or cry or melt into the floor—even he wasn’t sure. Scenes with wwx were like tornados, unpredictable and wild, every bit of planning flooding out of his head the moment the man’s eyes were on him, the moment his hands were on that body. It had been like that from the first moment they met, the man snapping his self-control like it had never existed to begin with.

It was dangerous.

It was intoxicating.

It was addicting.

wwx’s breath shuddered as lwj’s hips pressed into his ass, the man’s glutes flexing so hard he could feel it through their bottoms. Fuck, that ass. He wanted to bury himself in it. His dick, his face, his entire arm. He knew wwx was going to be a size queen—the word nhs had once told him meant the bottom liked things big. lwj had had no desire to know there was a specific word for such people, but when nhs wanted to tell you something, there was no getting around it. He also knew what a pillow princess was thanks to his pimp, and was quite certain wwx also fit that description—or whatever the gay equivalent was—to some extent, what with how overwhelmed he became during sex.

There was also no getting information out of nhs when they didn’t want to tell you, either, unfortunately, and the Nie heir was still avoiding his phone calls. Eventually, he was going to have to track the little menace down personally—he was under no circumstances sending anyone other than L.J., his cousin or himself to find nhs. For one, they wouldn’t be able to find them, and for another, nhs was dangerous, even if certain people—namely both of their older brothers—still saw them as an innocent baby.

lwj almost snorted at that thought as he manhandled wwx around the mat, the man turning into a limp doll that he had to repeatedly remind still had muscles that needed to be used if he was going to get any benefit out of this.

nhs had never been a baby, nor had they ever been innocent. Even when they were children, the Nie heir had been scheming and planning, ripping his childhood enemies to shreds without anyone being any the wiser. Anyone, except lwj, L.J. and his cousin, and that had likely been an accident (it was always a little hard to tell if accidents involving nhs were actually accidents). He couldn’t exactly say the four of them were friends, each of them too careful with people outside their own groups to consider themselves that, but they were close enough that lwj was sure that once he got his hands on the little bitch—

“Lan-laoshi~” his sub whined, blinking watery eyes up at him. “Can we move now?”

lwj blinked slowly down at the beautiful man, every instinct inside him screaming to wreck him. Take him right there on the mat and make him scream.

“Yes, wy,” he said, pulling both of them backwards. His feet settled under him, his hips pushing upwards as he dragged wwx into Adho Mukha Śvānāsana.

[sayakxmi]

[Magi reread] Night 36: The Fog Troupe

This deserves to be here. Look at him go.

I might be overthinking it, but it resembles Amon's silhouette.

Heh. Fire Demon.

Y'know. Bc the djinns are based on demons from The Lesser Key of Solomon? Ha? Ok, I'll just shut up.

Alibaba should be given more chances to actually look hot. Like, bro.

You know? Fair.

Oh, so that's what happened. Yea, having Amon gave them a better chance at escaping, so they could absolutely get more bold. And associating the Fog Troupe with a guy that can summon a FIre Tornado... Yea, very understandable freakout.

"reduced to a thief" shut the fuck up.

Oh, yeah, definitely Cassim's idea.

Also, what's your problem with thieves? Your goddamn adviser is an ex-assassin, but a THIEF is too much? Didn't you also condone stealing like a chapter or two ago? With these starving people? But NOW it's a problem?

So, I don't want to write a tw again, but in very short, the SML Brothers saved a woman from being SA'ed, so I guess they're relatively decent. Well, slavery is ok, but they draw the line here, I guess.

Oh, finally, the Fan problem addressed.

Overall, lot's of talking abt how things are going. Short answer: bad. "This country has no gold currency left."

Sus person, and then the meeting. Also, holy shit, look at Alibaba at the top. He's literally drawn in a way like he's shining there. I wonder how that building looks, is there a hole/window at the top? Was it just for aesthetic reasons that Ohtaka made it look like this, or was it also part of whatever the fuck Cassim was trying to achieve? In this case, same as before - look at Alibaba, all of you. Look at him, and not the person controlling him from the shadows.

Ughhh. That bitch.

It's a threat. As in, the three are absolutely threatening them, I just feel it, y'know? It's, like, a challenge. You sure want to try us? And anyway, Cassim looks almost friendly, and Alibaba looks menacing, which we know they neither actually is. Though, to be fair, as long as they aren't nobles, Cassim might look at them a little more favorably, so, honestly, they might not be threatening them. But it still feels like a threat. But, like, maybe I'm biased, maybe it isn't...

Anyway, this is how my brain works, heh

Alibaba can be scary when he tries to.

I don't know, it's kinda funny that they'll later end up helping Alibaba out just because. Like, I genuinely don't remember when did their attitude change. I'm genuinely curious.

THERE IT IS. We find out SO EARLY that Alibaba's just following Cassim, but I'll have you one better soon.

No, he's not.

Like, I had to put them all for photo limit reasons, but also bc of how damn important all of it is. We find out SO EARLY that Cassim is emotionally manipulating Alibaba. Where do I even begin in all of this!

Cassim is an insane character. As in, it's the type you hate for 98% of the arc, and then you fucking cry for him, and these early moments always remind me WHY you start off by hating the guy. He's using their shared past to keep Alibaba around, to have him lie and do what Cassim tells him to do. He speaks about the children, he appeals to Alibaba and his own childhood, and Alibaba's a deeply empathetic person, of course it works. Then he makes a point that it has to be Alibaba who helps them, nobody else. And even guilt trips him numerous times in the conversation. You're the one who left (you abandoned us, chose royalty over family), make sure these children won't die like my (our) sister (you weren't there when that happened, you did NOTHING, even though you were in the palace). I BEG you, stay with me and let's fight together like we used to (you are the one who wants to stay, so I'll let you, but only if you help me).

Like, god. it was intense. And the worst part is - Alibaba knows. He knows that Cassim is manipulating him, and he knows that their current relationship is dangerously conditional. If he doesn't do what Cassim tells him to do, he'll be kicked out at best, and then what? Then he'll be alone, and what about Balbadd? What about these children? What can he do, then? Cassim's the idea person, he's always been the one in charge between the two of them. How can he help Balbadd without Cassim?

All of this is so painful, man. Have some Alibaba failing to smoke.

Bro, don't worry, it's healthier that way.

Bro, I'm so sad ;_;

: (

Lmao.

Scary.

This is still hilarious.

Ouch

I still wonder what the hell is his scent.

He looks so sad, actually.

Man, he's such an emotional wreck this entire arc, god.

You know, I absolutely support your judgement Morgiana, but also, sometimes people don't want to talk about things.

It's a semi-joke, Morgiana wouldn't be prying if there was no good reason for it.

Aaaand, the image limit, of course, so we're skipping Alibaba being sexist. Tho, to be fair, it sounded like his last resort argument, shitty as it was, and Morgiana justifiably just looked at him. Dunno, I always wonder how serious Alibaba's sexism is, because, frankly, it appears... maybe three times? Also, twice towards Morgiana, and one towards Toto in some extra. Actually, maybe four, but it's 3 with Morgiana, then. It's actually my bone to pick with their relationship (well, one of many), because as much as I love Alibaba, and I am mostly indifferent to Morgiana, I don't like the way Ohtaka makes him treat her at times, and I think she deserves better. And it's just so weird, he doesn't treat Kougyoku like that, for example. It's not like it's something about strong women, because Kougyoku could beat his ass for sure... and also he actually finds Morgiana & her strength awesome. I dunno. It'll probably take me some time to figure out my thoughts about it. Idk, it might be something internalized (given the period they live in, it's a possibility), or maybe he's just repeating after people... actually, now that I'm thinking, his wording sounded like something Sinbad would've said, ngl, and Sinbad is kinda sexist, so maybe it's all connected... How much does he mean it, though? Idk, I'm thinking abt that scene in the Final Arc after they argued (eh, we'll get there), and how he's like I won't apologize to a woman (which is weird, bc he apologized to Kougyoku earlier that arc, my mind tells me it happened twice, but I'm not sure - at least once for not telling her about Zepar), but when Morgiana gets there they both apologize, so he isn't actually "above apologizing to a woman", it's more like he was searching for an excuse, and chose the simplest option... and then didn't even follow on what he'd himself said. So, like, he's saying sexist stuff at times, but doesn't actually believe it???? Maybe???? I don't fucking know, man.

I deleted some earlier photo to fit in this one, bc it's hilarious. Morgiana takes none of this bullshit. And I find Alibaba's face when she grabs him adorable. I mean, in the last panel it's funny & cute, too.

[redjaybird]

'What's the endgame here? Where does it all lead?' to Crow

"None of your business, brat. Just quit being a menace so we can get whatever the fuck it is we need out of you. Not that we really need a windstorm, though. Seems like that's all you're good for. What are we gonna get out of a stupid little tornado besides an annoying mess?" He scoffed.

"The Father shouldn't'a put this bullshit on us.."

[mccn-bcys]

Hey hun! For the drabble thingy:

"Where is my bra?!" + Jake Lockley

💀💀

pairing: jake lockley x fem!reader

warnings: jakes a menace. that's it.

a/n: hope you enjoy this, my love!

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"Where is my bra?!"

The apartment was a mess. Everything had been thrown, scattered, tossed around. It quite literally looked like a tornado had torn through the small apartment. You were fuming, though. Cursing under your breath as you moved about the apartment, throwing clothes and blankets in your wake.

And there Jake stood in the corner, an amused smirk on his lips as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed in front of him, just watching you storm about.

"You're not even going to help me look for it?" You asked, seeing him just standing there.

"Amor, how am I supposed to know where it is?"

"Well you're the one that took it off of me, asshole."

You both knew there was no animosity behind the name. Jake could practically hear the chuckle you were holding back.

"Why does that mean I know where it is?" He asked with a smirk as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to where you were standing.

"You didn't pay attention to where you threw it?" You asked, looking down at him incredulously. At the shake of his head, you shook yours in disbelief, throwing your hands up in exasperstion. "Of course not, you never pay attention–" you had started as you turned to finish your search.

But he stopped you before you could even finish the thought. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him so you were sitting in his lap, your back against his chest.

"Of course I paid attention. I was paying special attention to your pretty tits," his hands crept up your sides until he was cupping your breasts through one of his button ups you had thrown on. His lips were on your neck and you could feel that damn smirk on his lips. "I did give a fuck about where that lacy little bra landed."

You swallow thickly as you thought back to the night before. You knew what he was doing. Which is why you quickly shook your head and stood up from his lap.

"I'm going to be late for work, Lockley. Give me the damn bra!"

"I told you, I don't have it," damn, he was insistent. Looks like you're gonna have to play dirty too, then.

"Fine...I'll just go to work without it," his smirk faltered as yours started growing.

"Que?"

"Since neither of us know where my bra is, I'll just go to work without one on," you shrug like it's the obvious solution. He stands from the bed and reaches toward your hands.

"Amor...why don't you just stay home?" Like hell was he going to let you out of the apartment without a bra. Not when your shirt you were going to wear to work was tight enough that itd be obvious you didn't have one on. The thought that someone else would be able to see what was his? It made his blood start to boil.

"No, I'm out of sick days, I have to go in."

"But everyone's going to be able to see—"

"Not if I wear one of your shirt."

His heart stopped, he swears. "Que?"

"I can just wear one of your buttons ups. They're big enough, no one will be able to tell," you explain with a grin as you see the wheels turning in his head.

He liked the sound of that. You wear his shirt, everyone seeing how big it is on you, them knowing it's not yours. They'd all know it was his shirt, that you belonged to him.

"Well, when you put it that way..." he grins crookedly, making you chuckle as you step up to him.

"We'll just find the bra later, yeah?" You say softly as he grins down at you, nodding and pecking your lips.

"Sí," he says softly before reaching around and slapping your ass lightly, chuckling when you gasp. "Now go finish getting ready, we don't want you being late, do we?"

"Alright, alright," you chuckle, as you continued moving about to grabs your pants and shoes to finish getting ready.

And before he knows it, you're walking out the door, but not without giving him a kiss first and wearing his shirt, as promised.

As soon as the door closes, he staring at it with a knowing smirk, his hands in his pockets.

"You gonna tell her that her bra's been in your pocket this whole time?" Steven pipes up from the fishtank reflection, though he already knows the answer. Jake turns to him, his smirk growing even more.

"Por supuesto que no, hermano."

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[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

The way I would actually give my right arm for some decent Félix/ pepa smut omg….

Me;"you're literally at work rn what are you doing-"

Also me;"BUT ITS PEPA AND FÉLIX??? YOU GOTTA DO THEM AGAIN????"

So here we go writing these YET again (I wrote them getting pegged here;

BUT ANYWAYS LETS GO-

Félix loved his wife. If you talked to him for more than five minutes, you would know this. He was crazy about her, nuts, completely insane over her. He loved every single thing about her. Even when her anger almost struck Augustín with lightning. Thank God Félix pulled him to the side just in time, only striking the tile. Félix muttered a curse under his breath, damn near dropping the groceries they were just sent out to get. He looked up, watching as Pepa's part of the Casita seemed to be full of swirling, menacing black clouds. It was like a villain's lair, and he knew he had to go help her, lest she strike down every house in town. Félix gave Augustín a knowing look, and he nodded.

"Go, I'll handle these."

They were friends, best of friends honestly, supporting each other and their magical ends of the family. Félix let him take the things into the kitchen, and he walked upstairs. He stopped in front of her door, fixed his hair, checked his teeth, unbuttoned a button on his shirt. She couldn't be TOO upset when he pulled out that classic charm of his. He knocked on the door, and slowly opened it, finding his wife pacing back and forth, grumbling angrily and bitterly.

"Pepa? Mi amor? Que te tiene tan molesta?"

He knew that look. The glare, the nose in the air, the stiffened shoulders, hands on her hips. Someone pissed her off. He raised his hand up to pause her thought, before shutting the door, and sat on the rocking chair right by her bed. It was usually her chair, but he wanted her to sit on the bed once she let herself sit down, let her have the room to flail if she so wished. After nodding, she didn't hesitate.

"You would NOT believe Juileta!"

He had a feeling it was her. While they loved each other, as sisters do, Juileta was a lot more soft spoken and reserved, while his Pepa was a tornado of emotions and strong feelings, so they clashed a LOT. The amount of times he and Augustín had to act as referee for these two.

"What'd she do?"

"So, I went into town with Bruno, you know how he's still getting used to being around people-"

"Ten years in a wall, not surprised."

She stomped her foot on the floor, thunder clashing right above her head. Her lips pursed, her little baby hairs standing up from the atmosphere.

"Are YOU going to talk, or am I?"

He lifted his hands up in defense.

"Sorry mi vida, go on."

Pepa was more angry at her sister than Félix it seemed, for she went on without giving him another mean look.

"ANYWAY. We walk him into town, he's still getting used to people, and this maldito idiota, this tonto, has the NERVE to ask Bruno for a vision. Bruno said no, and this man pushed him, and he said- you won't believe this- 'what use do you have if not for your gift'. So I get mad, this man is bullying MY hermanito, and I'm ready to thunderstorm all over him, right?"

She halted, making sure Félix was listening, as if he was never NOT listening to her.

"Sí, I'm following."

"So I'm standing there, ready to DEFEND him, and what does she do? She pulls me away! Tells me 'I can't use my gift like that' and 'Bruno is a big boy, he needs to learn to handle these things by himself'. Can you BELIEVE her?!"

Pepa was such a kind woman. Violent maybe, but it was all out of love. She'd do the same if it was Antonio, Camilo, Dolores, or even himself. It's why he made a 'I can't believe this' face, palms out in a 'what the fuck' motion.

"Look, I love Bruno like he's one of my brothers, but there's no WAY he can protect himself, at least not yet. He flinched when someone asked him if he wanted a papaya, he's not used to people yet."

"EXACTLY! I couldn't believe her! She sounded like Abuela and I was just. UGH."

She sat down on the bed, mumbling 'clear skies' as she ran her fingers through her hair. It wasn't working, he could tell, even without the imposing clouds. He got up and sat next to her, reaching over to hold her hand, stopping her motions. He hated when she tried to conceal her feelings, even after this time.

"So what happened after that?"

He tried not to jump at the next crack of thunder, sounding VERY close to their very door.

"I had to practically carry poor Bruno back home! Félix you should've seen him, hoodie up and hunched over like his rats! And, when I got home, I was so mad, SHE had to comfort him! Me! The one that DEFENDED him! I can't believe her!"

He hated seeing her upset. Most would wonder WHY he inquired further, but he wanted her to feel how she was feeling. He LOVED her feelings, and hated when she tried to hide them. But now that she seemed to have let it all out, it was time for damage control. He was gentle as he took a hold of her hair, fumbling the tip of her braid with his hand. She wouldn't look at him at first. Then he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her till she was pressed right against him.

"Pepa, my love. You were right in this case. But your thundering might hurt someone, it almost got Augustín on our way from the market."

"...did you get my Chocoramo?"

It wasn't that she didn't care. He could tell there was shame in her eyes. She was just especially embarrassed, frustrated after a long day. He nodded, fumbling with the hair band that kept her hair together. Her eyes were watching him carefully, expecting him to make a wrong move. But he didn't.

"I did. It was the first thing I grabbed. Because YOU are the first thing on my mind, always. And I think that my wife, Tan hermosa y amable,"

He trailed off, making a huge display of kissing her braid right before undoing it, letting her watch with bated breath as he slowly undid her braid. Pepa LOVED his fingers running through his hair, he could tell that this incident was slipping her mind. The clouds parted, her hand was on her chest, as if she was gasping at such a display.

"Should get the chance to...express herself a bit."

Her hair was fully down now, and holy shit did she look like a queen to him. She not only controlled the weather, but his heart. She scoffed, fanning him away with her hand.

"Aye, you're speaking nonsense again."

He knew that look in her eyes. She wanted him. What an honor. He let his fingers rub through her beautiful locks, kissing them in appreciation (he LOVED how she smelled like the pouring rain and soil) while his other hand started to unbutton his shirt. He was slow, trying to recall this satisfaction was for her, not for him.

"Am I? Pepa, mi corazon, you look as hungry as a tiger. Por favor, dejame cuidarte."

She wanted to give him some snide remark, but he saw those eyes lock onto his chest. She LOVED his body, possibly as much as he loved hers. Twenty plus years, and she STILL kept trying to jump him here and there. Her nose curled, as if she was upset by the offer.

"Miércoles, Félix, just kiss me."

And as always, he gave her what she wanted. She leaned down and he leaned up to meet her lips, letting his fingers run through her scalp, while hers ran over his belly, and his chest. She touched him the same way she danced-with vigor, passion, a fluid motion that the ocean itself couldn't create. Her nails felt so good against his chest hair (she loved them as a teenager, and it seemed as though nothing has changed), he couldn't help but moan into her mouth. She swallowed them greedily, nails lightly digging into his skin. Not too much, not too little. Just like her, she was perfect.

Then he pushed her right on her back, placing himself between her legs. Her cheeks were aflame, and he knew the room had gotten MUCH hotter. Clearly he had to take off more clothes, less they both burned up. He took off his shirt, throwing it to the side, letting her look up at him. Her face was tomato red, her eyes were shameless, and she bit onto her nail, clearly liking what she was seeing. She tried to take off his pants using the heel of her feet, but she never could wrap those legs around his thick frame, despite how long and beautiful they were. He laughed, wagging a finger in front of her face.

"No no no, niña traviesa~ your clothes need to come off too."

She grumbled a few choice words, but allowed him to take off her clothes. He took his sweet time, letting her whine and complain under him. She squirmed underneath him, but was still pinned down by his weight. And she liked it, because she kept whining. At first she swore at him to hurry up, sounding angry, and there was even a crack of thunder outside, as if threatening him if he didn't continue. Then she started to beg. He was becoming VERY aware of how hot it was in here- it felt like a sauna, and he was sweating already. Not that she minded him sweaty, given how she kept touching his chest, his stomach, and his shoulders.

"Fèlix, please…"

Oh she was beautiful. She didn't have the body of a 'traditional' Colombian woman; no curves or large breasts, but he didn't need a traditional woman. He needed his Pepa, small frame, pale skin, and a small chest that showed just the cutest set of breasts. He remembered hearing her insecurities about them in her younger years, everyone teasing her for having 'a little boy body'. Kids could be cruel, and just stupid.

"So beautiful, you are. MY wife, is so beautiful and wonderful. Eres como una diosa para mi~"

He kissed down her chest, slowly, carefully, showing his devotion to her, before his lips wrapped around one of her nipples. He remembered when he first did this, she jumped so badly, that a thunder strike made a giant crack right in the middle of town. She still loved that spot, given how her beautiful back arched for him.

"Más, por favor, dame más…"

You can see why Fèlix had such a big head- if you could get a woman to talk like that, to beg like that for you- wouldn't you be sort of full of yourself too?

"I know you want more. I'll give you more, I'll give you EVERYTHING."

He lifted up her pretty legs, letting him look at her pussy. Covered in red hair, it was already sopping wet for him, coating her inner thighs and making her folds glisten for him. And like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to it. He gave a few pecks around the area, drawing near to it, but oh so very slowly. Oh she hated it, he could tell by how she twitched for him.

"Fèlix! Stop TEASING me!"

She sounded almost like a brat as she scowled at him. He chuckled against her, and he knew his breath was making her toes curl.

"Okay okay okay! So impatient. Only because you've had a rough day. I could tease you for HOURS~"

"Fèlix if you don't touch me RIGHT now, I'm going t-to-"

He cut her off before he could complete her threat. He let his large tongue spread her folds apart as he tasted her. He kept a firm grip on her thighs, not wanting her to squirm away from him (not that she wanted to). He looked up at her, watching her writhe under his lips. As the heat made their bodies sweat, as her juices slid into his mouth and over his tongue, he tried not to lose himself in ecstasy. His cock was hard, practically throbbing against his pants, simply from just watching her. She was moaning for him, as if she was singing, her cheeks were flushed so beautifully, and she played with her nipples, just how he liked. Pair that with her open, drooling, swear fueled mouth, and it took everything in him not to touch himself during this. But you know the saying.

Ladies first.

He continued to slurp and suck and fuck her with his tongue, making her moan his name over and over again. It flooded his ears like sweet music, and he was amazed he didn't finish in his damn pants. Thankfully, she came, head tossed back as she bucked her hairy pussy against his face, forcing the dripping arousal further into his mouth. He pulled away, wiping his face free. She looked at him, chest rising and falling as she panted. She was a mess; hair slick in sweat, teeth in almost a snarl, and eyes that said she wasn't done, not yet.

"Come here. Now."

He knew exactly what she wanted. He wrapped his legs around her, using his knees to keep from putting his entire weight on her. She unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants, then his underwear. Fèlix wasn't long, rather 'stubby' even, but he was THICK. As in, when she leaned in to drag her tongue alongside it, then push it past her sweet lips, it stuffed her pretty mouth completely. She pulled away with a shameless 'pop' sound, and met his eyes, keeping his cock, hard and throbbing, pressed up against her rosy cheeks.

"How are you going to give it to me?"

He was waiting for that question. He peeled off his belt, and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"I have an idea. Manos."

He wrapped his belt tightly around her hands, and used it to pull her off the bed. He left her there for a moment, in order to put the mirror in the corner of the room, right into frame. He sat back down, and yanked her right back in to sit on his lap.

"Fèlix-"

"I want you to see how beautiful you are when I make love to you, Pepa. Look at you,"

He paused, holding her hands up and leaving them immobile. She used her hips to grind that pussy on his cock, making them both just absolutely weak for each other.

"So hungry and passionate for me. I want you to watch as you take me. I want you to see the beauty you have."

Suddenly she had her hands behind her back, and she was laying on her belly. Fèlix was a strong man, capable of throwing her around, and she loved that. She watched herself in the mirror, expressions changing as she felt Fèlix dig his big, meaty claws into her ass, spreading her cheeks for mostly his own satisfaction. Then, he got to watch her watch her own expression as he pushed himself right inside her oh so wet pussy. He would've teased her further, but even HE couldn't hold it back anymore. He dug one hand in her mane of hair, keeping a nice, firm grip on her head as he started to slam into her.

"Fèlix, h-harder, please! dámelo más fuerte!"

He obeyed. He slammed into her, her wet pussy blessing the room with sounds of it getting slammed, while cursing the sheets with stains. He leaned over, knowing all his weight was only forcing her to bite her bottom lip.

"I could make love to you ALL night if you let me. You're so beautiful. Look at you as you take me, as you let me fuck this pussy I love so much."

He was worried she couldn't hear him over her own cries, but their eyes met in the mirror, so she knew she was listening, to some degree. He pulled her hair, just a little, making her cry out for him. Oh he was close, and so was she.

"You want me to finish inside?"

"Yes!! Yes yes YES!"

Oh she was so tight, so absolutely sopping wet for him, he was due any fucking second.

"You want me to fill you up with cum? I know you like it. I know you like how hot it feels inside of you."

She nodded, taking a minute to swallow her drool, as if it wasn't already cascading down her chin. Oh her eyes were in such a haze, he was surprised it wasn't mist outside.

"Yes!!! Give it to me! Dame otro bebe! PLEASE FÉLIX!!"

And that's what finished him off. Picturing her pregnant again. She was so beautiful and vibrant when she carried his children, he could never keep his hands off of her. He pulled her pretty hair just right, and his cum filled her up. She stuck out her pretty tongue as he pumped cum into her womb, eyes damn near rolling to the back of her head. He waited until he finished, before locking his legs around hers, and finishing his assault. He pounded that cum right into her, as if wanting her womb to not miss a single drop.

"Take it. Take all of it. Be a good Mami and give me another baby. I'll take care of them, just like I Take care of you. Go on. Finish on papi's dick."

And after a few more thrusts, she did. Toes curling, voice shamelessly thanking papi, and she fell limp. They sat there, sweating, exhausted, and content. Félix swallowed his own spit before leaning down to kiss her cheek, fingers still in her hair and massaging her scalp.

"Can I get Mami a tea?"

"And my Chocoramos."

"And your Chocoramos~"

He kissed her cheek again, squeezed her butt, before pulling out of her. He admired the way cum dripped from her, before putting his pants on, and walking out the door. He got looks right away, from everyone's sweaty and uncomfortable faces. He shrugged.

"Hey, I saved the town from another thunderstorm- you're WELCOME."

Didn't matter if they appreciated it though. What mattered, was that Pepa did.

[ddullahan]

31 and team RWBY?

“How do we keep getting into these situations?” Blake asks groggily. “Eleven years of friendship, and I still don’t know.” Weiss replies flatly, rolling her eyes skyward. Or rather, towards the ground. She's got blood rushing to her head, the ropes tying her to Blake's body digging into the tops of her shoulders. They're swaying upside down in a cavern echoing with water droplets. Lichen crawls over the slick walls, sunlight streaking through a gap in the rock. A group of mercenaries prowl around beneath them, twenty feet from their heads. Not the White Fang - the Fang are long gone. Either scattered or absorbed under the command of Blake's father. No, Weiss has no idea who these clowns are, and she's certain they don't know who they've captured. If they did, maybe they'd be less inclined to leave them unsupervised. Blake's ears flick against the back of Weiss' head as she wakes, a low groan filtering under her breath. "Fuck, I feel like I headbutted a boarbatusk," Blake grunts, shifting her shoulders. Weiss snorts, commenting quietly, "A boarbatusk would've been softer." "What happened?" "We were shopping in Mistral's marketplace and someone thought we looked expensive, is my best guess. My memory is, admittedly, a little fuzzy." "Points to them for being right I suppose." Weiss knocks the back of her head into Blake's head, growling, "You always choose the worst times for your jokes, you know that?" Blake huffs a laugh that ripples through the ropes holding them. "Consequences of association." "Yang is a plague of horrible jokes and timing. I'm ashamed you've fallen into her ilk." Blake's reply is all butter and satisfaction. "I'm not." Weiss fakes a gag, wiggling in their binds on a suffering groan. "Spare me. Please." "You always run away when I try to talk to you about this shit. I might as well take the opportunity to torture you, since we're just hanging." Weiss' struggling intensifies. "Blake Belladonna I will personally shove wet moss into your 'fun' drawer if you speak another word!" Blake's laughter grows loud enough to echo. "Priss. You'd have a 'fun' drawer too if you ever decided to live a little." "You shut your mouth!" Weiss says in a strangled shriek. She angles her chin up, calling down to the mercenaries stopped beneath them and staring. "Guard, I need a separate rope to dangle from. She's driving me insane." The mercenaries give her a flat look that rapidly changes into alarm as an explosion rocks the entire cave. Weiss and Blake swing precariously close to a wall with a collective yelp. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY GIRLFRIEND!" Comes a dark roar cracking off the cavern walls. Weiss tilts her head back to stare at a corner of the cave with mercenaries bolting from it as if their lives were at stake. Weiss can only think of how heavy her forehead feels with the weight of the blood in her body. Blake hums behind her, a smile in her voice. "Oh, I love it when she's protective." "Is that why you haven't gotten out of these toddler knots yet?" Weiss snarks with a huff. She yelps, flinching away as much as she can from a playful prod in her ribs. She attempts to shoot a sour glare over her shoulder but her neck doesn't bend that far, hissing, "You are a menace!" Blake just laughs, and the cave rocks again. They sway to the left this time, their auras fluctuating as Blake takes the brunt of their swing into the wall. Weiss spots a tornado of red and petals bursting through the mercenaries, followed by a streak of gold fire. Within moments the entire cavern is filled with groaning bodies. Ruby appears right below them, her silver eyes turned skyward to them. She sets the knife of Crescent Rose into the rock, tilting her head in a way that shifts her entire windswept fauxhawk to one side. "Are you guys okay?" She calls, her other hand set on her hip. The ropes go slack from Weiss' side before she can respond. She shrieks as her body slips through the ropes, plummeting only a few feet before she throws a glyph out to catch herself. She lands on the platform of runes with a whump, Blake’s laughter coming from above her.  Weiss sits up, raking her shoulder length locks out of her face with indignation. She points to Blake dangling from the rope they were tied with, her eyes narrowed. “I’m going to put salt in your tea for the next year.” “You would never, you love our tea times too much,” Blake grins. Black ribbons of her hair come loose from the small bun between her ears. A large scar sits across her flat nose, crinkling in the free smile she gives.  There’s a flutter of cloth by Weiss’ ear and her body shifts to the right automatically. Ruby flops down onto the glyph beside Weiss, red petals shedding from her hair and clothes. She bumps Weiss’ shoulder with a bright grin, only slightly breathless. “Did you let yourselves get caught again?” Weiss huffs, crossing her arms as she watches Yang make her way over to them. “Hardly. They took us by surprise.” Yang calls to them, the last of the flames evaporating from her hair. “What were you two doing? Must’ve been important.” Weiss stiffens, her eyes widening. She starts patting her clothes frantically. “Wait -” Blake drops down to them, landing on the crowded glyph just between Weiss’ legs. “Yang, catch.” She clasps her hand to Weiss’ and winks, abruptly falling backwards off the edge.  Ruby gives out a delighted laugh at the same time as her sister, Yang’s hair erupting in flames once more as she leaps. Blake is caught up in Yang’s arms halfway down, the pair landing and nearly stumbling on an unconscious mercenary. Weiss watches them laugh at each other and kiss between the gaps of her semblance, her heartbeat settling at the familiar weight in her hand. Until she feels a bump at her shoulder. Curious silver eyes peer at her hand, her lips pursed in a pout. “So what’d you get?” Weiss bites at her lip, feeling the metal in her palm as it scrapes over her callouses.  She pockets it, smiling at her best friend and partner disarmingly. “Maybe later.” Ruby’s eyes widen at the playful glint in her eyes, heartbeats before the glyph disappears beneath them. They both dissolve into pink and white petals, an echo of Weiss’ laugh left to clatter off the walls. Some things take time to decide, Weiss knows. But at least there is longevity in friendships like theirs.

[nephilimborn]

THERE IS AN ALIEN PART OF HIM THAT YEARNS TO RETURN TO THE UNSPOKEN MELANCHOLY OF SUNLIT PAST TIMES. the babysitter asigned to him by the clave, to control him and the deeds he must carry out under its wondrous watchful eye is irrevocably right, his stubbornness will be his downfall one of these days, yet mark doesn't give a single flying fuck. the days / months, years / blending together in a blur of grief and sorrow, killing mercilessly the young crying child, lonely and hidden in the utmost depths of his ribcage. that, is a crime the blackthorn eldest son cannot forgive. firmly, he stays facing the infinitely-high palm trees decorating the outside of the los angeles institute through mud-stained windows ( when was this last cleaned ? julian, for fuck's sake ) aurean glow follows the burlish brooding figure by his side, defiant and raging a storm whirls abyssmal in the darkness of his pupils.

DESOLATE DANCERS MADE OUT OF METALLIC SMOKE CLOUD THE DIMLIT ROOM AROUND THEM, making little dru slightly cough ( she is ten, is she twelve ? no way she's fourteen, not yet. ) if the tornado of his emotions had begun to spiral out of control with the older man's words, it is his actions which light the fuse of his usually remarkably calm temper. " must you have rocks for brains in every possible situation ? smoke that thing in the terrace, brute. " disdain colors his every punctuation as his pale lithe hand reaches out from its resting place above his knee to open up the ( still disgusting ) window. " or at least place that mug of yours far far away from my siblings. " he hisses the last part, uncomfortable with his own protective desires ; meanwhile he lends the free space by his side / onlooking the perimeter of the institute / with a swift motion, gesturing to the cushioned windowsill in which he spends most of his days. reading the book of the covenant, the institute's logs, anything to make up for the lost years. " the clave is never wrong. . . " the golden-haired nephilim utters unmistakenly, followed by a chuckle, dry as the hot desert air coming up in swaying waves. " i shall never become as you, for what they have done to my family is unforgivable. and so i shall never forgive. my sister. . . " helen, oh, poor helen. for so long the frightening sight burnt in his retinas at night was of her corpse yet now she is alive, exiled for her demonic blood. forlorn gaze travels all over the room behind them, and as his malnourished body faces his interlocutor for the first time his eyes drink up the view of the blackthorns, interacting, laughing, scheming. " do you see me as vicious, wild, menacing ? "

frost     grew     over     the     windows     of     the     boy's     exasperation,     ice     crystals     forming     upon     the     brims     of     such     peculiar          (     yet     so     unequivocally     perplexing     )          gaze          ⸻          the     shadowhunter     stood     behind     the     curtains     of     his     nonchalance,     pretentious-perceived     comment     not     more     than     a     statement     with     the     intention     of    ��guarding     his     back.          if     only     there     was     a     mutual     understanding,     mayhap     the     marbled     walls     betwixt     them     could     crumble     and     give     space     to     mere     drapes     of     acceptance          [     …     ]          the     one     under     his     wings     abhorred     those     who     cared     naught     but     the     safety     and     comfort     of     their     kin,     however,     and     what     could     have     been     a     pacific     mission,     turned     into     an     atrocious     warzone.

a     sigh     rolled     off     his     tongue,     shuffling     through     the     pocket     of     his     leather     jacket     until     digits     found     a     cool     metal     box     and     a     single     cylinder.          ❝     like     a     feral     kitten…     undoubtedly.     ❞          a     cigarette     sat     betwixt     thick     digits     with     ease     until     tiers     caught     it,     cap     flicked     close     to     the     tip     to     produce     a     little     flame,     smoke     trailing     upwards,     creating     an     art     piece.          ❝     i'm     not     here     to     provoke     you,     kid.     i'm     here     to     remind     you     that     i     do     have     a     duty     and     you're     constantly     putting     me     in     check.     the     clave     ain't     happy     with     your     childish     deeds.     ❞          with     every     inhale     followed     a     soft     exhale     of     wondrous     patterns,     carding     through     the     webs     of     his     patience,     hoping     to     hold     them     tight     before     another     quarrel     commenced.          ❝     i     might     not     know     you     or     details     about     the     reasons     why     i     must     be     here…     but     the     clave     is     never     wrong.     if     i'm     here,     it's     because     i     must     be     here.     ❞          aureate     spheres     glowed     under     the     grace     of     above,     the     night     hovering     sumptuously,     serving     as     a     blanket     for     the     gleaming     dots.          ❝     don't     think     we     can     ever     be     friends,     though.     ❞          a     chuckle     escaped,     head     shacking…     however     disappointed,     however     dispirited.          ❝     but     allies     we     could     be     somethin'     in     between.     i     don't     care…     i     just     know     that     you're     too     stubborn     and     that,     mark…     might     be     a     problem     later.     ❞               

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 11 second part

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Absurdity) 

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Message from the Lan Clan

After dinner the Yunmeng bros go to talk to Jiang Fengmian in his study. They're quiet and respectful here, with no shoulder-shoving or arguing. This scene has such Brady Bunch energy, where Dad's Study is the Man Place where boys come to talk about Serious Things.

The boys tell Dad Jiang about the Yin Iron and he says yeah, I know. This is probably why he let them run off on their road trip without punishing them, but he could have, like, shared data with them so they might have actually achieved something related to the Yin Iron, rather than just wandering around the countryside bonding with Lan Wangji and Nie Huaisang.

He shows them a letter from the Lans that basically says the Lan Clan is in the shit, and he tells them they've got to go to the Wen indoctrination because otherwise they will also be in the shit. 

He gives the boys a warning about the Yin Iron, which is that 

1. it can be refined and 

2. if you refine it carefully, it will not control you. 

Awesome tip, will definitely use, thanks pop.

(more behind the cut)

Jiang Cheng wants to argue about going to the Wen party, but Wei Wuxian vocally gets on board, not leaving any opportunity for whining. 

Wei Wuxian is only sucking up a little bit in this scene. He obviously has a lot of affection for Jiang Fengmian, but WWX doesn't play up to his favoritism nearly as much as he could. Compare, for example, how he leans into Yanli's preferential treatment of him.  

Fight Outside the Cold Cave

Over on the Gusu side of the country province township, the disciples have gathered outside the cold cave that previously none of them knew about, and Su She is freaking out. 

Most of the acting in The Untamed is naturalistic, but then there are occasional characters who are portrayed with a much more theatrical, broad style. Su She's villainy is not given a lot of layers; he's playing a type, more than a person.

Many of the villains in The Untamed are played this way, but not all. Wen Zhuliu, for example, is a genuinely horrifying bad guy while also conveying depth and ambivalence--despite having hardly any lines. And JGY is a masterpiece of a performance. For Su She, the directors or the actor have opted for "sniveling backstabber" as a type, which is unfortunate, because it robs his final scenes of emotional impact.

Lan Qiren tells the disciples to get to safety. He rushes forward, gamely getting his ass kicked by human cuisinart Wen Xu.  He's not as effective a warrior as either of his nephews but he's a brave S.O.B.

Hanguang Jun to the Rescue

Before things can go completely pear-shaped, Lan Wangji sails in with his guqin.

The Blue Steel technique of the Lan Clan

Like many gifted learners, Lan Wangji's musical abilities are more advanced than his social skills. Here he musically makes the ground literally explode, almost as if it had been specially rigged with incendiary charges.  

Lan Wangji is very pretty when he's worried, and his affection and concern for his uncle is touching. He's 100% not interested, as we will see, in Lan Qiren's whole "lets all die for the future of the Lan Clan while my nephews hide" agenda. He's on his own agenda of smiting the wicked and protecting the weak.

Notice how Su She is standing right next to Lan Qiren here, even holding his arm? The next thing that Lan Qiren says is to tell all the disciples to keep up as they run into the cave. Somehow Su She totally does not keep up, and he gets caught outside along with a bunch of other disciples.

Giving Up

Wen Xu and his men kill most of the other caught disciples, and then threaten Su She, asking him how to get into the cave. In fear for his life, he tells them. Not cool, Su She, but possibly forgivable. Although when you voluntarily join a, you know, battle cult, physical courage is kind of an important qualifier.

But this shit here...

They didn't fucking ask about the books, douchebag.  

Su She was there in Lan Qiren's house when the two heads of his clan knelt to each other, each claiming the right to be the one to stay behind and die. And he heard Lan Qiren say that the ancient books are the foundation of the clan and that only if LXC and the books survive, will the clan continue. By giving up both men, and pointing out the book situation, Su She has totally earned his expulsion. 

Lan Wangji Takes a Stand

Lan Wangji decides, for the first but not last time, to openly defy his uncle...and it's got nothing to do with Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji is a hero, who follows the dictates of his conscience. His conscience is extremely filial and extremely orthodox, but he’s got a growing open-minded streak.  This is going to cause a whole lot of conflicts for him over the next few years.

This time, however, he manages to skate out from under the whole disobedient, unfilial thing by citing Lan Yi's directive, which means Lan Qiren has to accept it because she's his predecessor and elder relative (She is probably not a literal ancestor, since she spent her life in a cave putting fucking headbands on fucking rabbits which probably didn’t leave time for having babies).

This is a pretty extraordinary moment for Lan Wangji and for Lan Qiren, because Lan Wangji just asserted his own form of authority to do the exact opposite of what Lan Qiren wanted, and Lan Qiren just sucked it up and let him.

It's also very different from western stories involving a holy McGuffin such as the Yin Iron. Lan Wangji's solution of "fuck it, just let the bad guys have it, it's not worth so many people dying for" is refreshing and surprising to me, a westerner raised on The One Ring, the Grail, the Death Star Plans, etc.

Lan Wangji steps out of the cave and uses a sword blast to save Su She, the ungrateful bastard, from getting stabbed by Wen Xu. Then he surrenders, and they break his leg to slow him down. This does not actually incapacitate him, because he is Lan Fucking Wangji, already a BAMF at like 17 years old. When they whack his leg, his chunk of Yin Iron falls out onto the ground.

That thing was in a magic bag of holding before. So...it just falls out when you whack him? If they whack him again will his guqin fall on the ground? What about candy?

Archery Practice at Lotus Pier

Meanwhile, back at Lotus Pier, the brothers are enjoying some quality time together before they head to the hostage-taking indoctrination.

Wei Wuxian is such a great cultivator that he can hit a distant target even when he jerks his bow upwards as he releases the arrow.

Jiang Cheng seems fairly pleased, and proud of his brother. He's competitive and fundamentally grumpy but not, at least here, a sore loser.

Club Ruohan

We go over to Da Club, where Wen Ruohan is yelling at Wen Qing for letting Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian go. He names them both, so they're becoming more and more known to their enemies. Which is not a good thing.

He menaces her with the zombie mosh crew, having them kill a dude in front of her and then saying her baby brother will be next in the circle of zombies if she tries any more stunts. Neither of them can imagine how much zombie ass her baby brother is going to kick, later in his (un)life.

Side note: What is up with WRH’s hair? Why bother pulling your hair up over your ears if you're going to leave an enormous curtain of it over your face? It's because he knows there's a wind machine next to his throne, isn’t it?

Leaving Lotus Pier

Jiang Cheng: when I ran off earlier in the year on my road trip you didn't pack a goddamn thing.

Wen Indoctrination

Is it even possible to stand next to this much active volcanic shit and not, uh, die? I live in the tornado part of the US so I don't know much about lava (yet. 2020 still has 2 months to go). But it seems like it would be hard to breathe the air. Also they appear to build houses on lava piles, which seems imprudent.  I say that even as someone who plays The Elder Scrolls Online, which is full of lava towns and nonsense like “ash farming.”

Nie Huaisang is adorable at all times, but particularly here, when he's so happy to see his friend who *didn't* fuck his gege and then abandon him without an explanation. 

Nie Huaisang: I'm so glad I can count on Wei-Xiong to be consistent and not vanish for months, or become a traumatized shell of his former self, or, like, horribly die.

Jin Zixuan isn't quite as happy to see Wei Wuxian.

Wen Chao enjoys the sound of his own voice way too much, and is malevolent and boring. On the plus side, he likes to stand with his hand stuck out in the air, which is fun for your resident photoshopper.

Nie Huaisang is so miserable every time he's holding a sword, or blade, or whichever we're supposed to call this. He's got his fan tucked into his belt, which is sweet. He is happy to give up his sword but don't you dare try to take his fan.

Meanwhile Wei Wuxian is worried about Lan Wangji, and Jiang Cheng isn't.

Lan Wangji shows up under guard, and takes his position at the front of the line, but without any extra disciples. The Wens let him change into snowy white robes after breaking his leg which will go well with arterial blood spray. He's focused and is determined not to interact with Wei Wuxian in this public context.

When I was little, I would sit near my best friend at church on Sunday, but not be allowed to talk to her until church was over, and it was exactly like this. She was good at churching and I was hyper and hated church. We are still best friends and these things are still true.

This interaction is like a thumbnail for the whole dynamic of these three boys: Lan Wangji outwardly ignoring Wei Wuxian while having many interior feelings about him; Wei Wuxian demanding attention and creating a bit of a scene, due to his very genuine caring; Jiang Cheng telling him to leave that boy alone for fuck's sake.

Lan Wangji: Stop trying to talk to me Wei Ying, I’m busy composing a song in my head about the two of us and our love for each other. 

[juyeonjin]

Three Moons

Summary: Three moons lit your body up in this night. One up in the sky passing through the glass and before your eyes, gracing you with their touch, sending you so high . .. .. .. ....

Members: Hyunjin, Jay

Genre: Smut

Warnings: oral female receiving

Word Count: 1.9K

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They were there, in front of you, standing in front of the transparency of the baricade that didn't hide the stupendous view of the night. The sight in front of view was just like the poster of an action movie, maybe a mystery one or rather a thriller, perhaps all of them, well anyways they looked liked mighty bosses, which they were...and looked terrifyingly handsome.

It was around two in the morning and you were asked to meet the managers of the company. Your shift starts during the late afternoon and up until four and though it wasn't uncommon for you to be needed, it never happened to be both of them at the same time.

It didn't show from the outside but you were nervous, very nervous. "Did I do something wrong? Am I going to lose my job? What do they have to tell me?" - Thoughts like these were swirling like a tornado inside your mind and as you approached the giant desk of the office, the gaze of the two men got progresively menacing.

You: "What do you need me for Mr. Hwang and Mr. Park?"

Hyunjin: "You seemed a little tense my dear. It's not the first time I or Jay called you here."

You eyes were fixated on the desk's surface, too nervous from what you might not be ready to hear.

"Oh, do not act like this baby, you did nothing wrong so do not fill this pretty mind of yours with any more worries," Jay told you as he made his way around the desk to where you were and lifted your chin with his hand. Hyunjin also came a few seconds after and now you were situated between the both of them. Jay was the kind to always leave flirtatious remarks nonchalantly in his conversations. However this night, it felt like it was fully intentional and filled with intense longing and burning desire.

You: "What is it about? Does any of you has a special task to assign to me?"

Hyunjin: "Special huh... it for sure is", he uttered as his breath travelled your neck and his hand pushed your hair strands behind your ear.

Hyunjin then took you aback when he held you and placed you over the desk so you could face them while you were sitting over it's surface.

You: "Wh...."

You got cut off by Hyunjin who said, "Sssh..., we are the bosses here, have you forgotten sweetheart?"

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard those words from Hyunjin.

You could feel cold sweat starting to form around your temples and you didn't know if you had to do something about what was happening right now or listen to what they had to tell you.

Jay: "I told you a million times how beautiful you are right? You might think it's just in my flirty nature but for you, I totally meant it. Though... I was kind of disappointed today and not just me but Hyunjin as well."

Hyunjin nodded with his mysterious eyes still focused on you and then added coldly, "What were you doing with this guy? Who is he? How is he more important than your bosses here, you know... the ones that gave you this job, and not only that but the bestest place among anyone? We made it easy for you, you could be late, absent and your bonus was more than any other employee. Do you know that we cut down the amount of free days for every latenesses and absences but for you we never did such a thing! Hell, we even slipped some additional days for you without your own cognisance!"

His tone was definitely that of sadness masked by anger but you could only stay speechless after all of these confessions. You didn't really understand what was actually happening right now but you know you softened after hearing all of these things that you were given and allowed to do. Though.... you didn't know why..??

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(Before)

Since you came for your job interview both of the step-brothers fell for you and knew you had to be there with them. Since your first day till now, they gave you advantages over others and always made sure by their guards that you were treated well in the company. They knew they wanted to be with you but didn't how to and they were also trying to be better so they could be in a relationship with you while managing their big enterprise. So they did everything so you would never quit your job by giving you the utmost benefits and hence could keep you close.

However today before entering the doors to the company, you were in the embrace of another man and it didn't take long for Hyunjin and Jay to know about it and inquire about your relationship with him. Upon finiding that you were both dating, it felt like they were in the verge of losing everything. They thought if they kept you within their reach, everything would be fine but they were too lost in the idea of keeping you close that they forgot to consider your own feelings and how you could be with anyone. They didn't make a fuss while it was still early, since they had their own paperwork and meetings to attend and so waited until the night, counting every second to talk with you.

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Hyunjin: "That guy? Is.... Are you in love with him?"

After what felt like ages you could finally talk and you replied, "Is this why you are mad?"

Hyunjin: "I didn't give you the permission to ask me questions now did I. Do you love him?"

You felt like the rage he was suppressing would leave his body if you said another thing that could anger him and so you complied.

You: "Ummmm..... well no. He asked me out a week ago and since I've always felt so lonely, I agreed though my feelings weren't mutual".

A single tear fell from your left eye and at this sight, your two secret admirers had their heart shattered but now it was from this sudden guilt you imposed on them and it was all their fault.

Their eyes were wide open and turned to look at each other with the 'we fucked up' look. Each boy held one of your hands and Jay didn't lose any more time and explained everything as if his life depended on it. After hearing that, you were quite surprised since you never really expected that they were both in love with you.

A shy smile formed on your face as you shyly looked at the both of them and you asked softly, "Does that mean I'm not losing my job?"

Hyunjin: "Oh baby no, we could never do that," he said as he rubbed the back of your hand he was holding with his thumb. It felt warm and relaxing as if it was what you were looking for, for a long time. Both of their eyes had stars in them and your heart fluttered from this exhilaration that was forming inside of you.

Jay: "So would you accept? Would you be our one and only?"

Their eyes were gleaming in anticipation and you looked at both of them before you replied, "Yes, I would want to."

Both of them hugged you like they have been waiting for this for a lifetime and you felt like you were on a cloud nine.

Hyunjin: "You really made us so scared princess. Did you know the punishment we had for you if you were actually with him?"

You: "Oh really? what is it about?"

You were actually so attracted to your bosses too. You've fingered yourself to the thought of being their cumslut and sucking their dicks whenever they needed a quick release. You wanted them to manhandle you, order you around and sometimes you had the idea of provocating them with your tight dresses and short skirts but since you never knew about their own feelings, you didn't try anything that could make you lose your job.

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Hyunjin laid his cold hands on your left thigh and travelled up to your undergarment. He approached your ears to only exhale his warmth breath over and to then suck on your earlobe.

He was rubbing your slit through the fabric but the friction was still big enough to get you heaving. This, what began as a cold night turned into the hottest sundown experience you've ever had. Jay was leaving delicate kisses onto your right shoulder and collarbone while his hand that was resting on your right thigh began moving up. He soon met Hyunjin's hand and were now both providing you with this continuous flow of pleasure, the back-arching, breath-taking, kind of pleasure. You didn't have to tell, when your soaked underwear signalled for more sensation and closer interaction. Your pussy was aching for their bare hands to drown in it.

Hyunjin: "Looks like you are hungry for more, honey."

You nodded to his words as he left a trail of kisses down your neck.

They both removed your underwear and skirt and were now on their knees facing your glistening entrance. You could see it in their eyes, the obscurity that overshadowed any trace of holding back. Your beauty they could never forget, the moonlight subtly caressing your frame, you were now there for them only to adore and devour.

They both approched your pussy and licked the side they were facing. Jay on your right and Hyunjin on the left. It wasn't just any kind of foreplay, it wasn't just anybody, it was the tongues of the two men that snatched your heart. It was the fact that you wanted them as much as they wanted you and that, for more that this one night. The work of their tongues onto your sensitive area was sublime. They worked so well, every lick, kiss and suck onto your skin was it's own moment. Now they both inserted two fingers inside of you and began pumping in and out at a moderate pace. Jay looked at you with his eyes that gleamed with love and lust. He left a kiss on your inner thigh before getting up to trap you in a kiss. Their fingers were still pumping inside of you, now with more vigour. Hyunjin was marking your lower area with his bites and purple marks and Jay had his eyes locked into yours wanting to see the stars in your eyes from the ecstasy you were receiving.

Jay: "You are so beautiful, I could look at you forever. I ...I .. I love you..." The last confession wasn't something he does frequently but staring into your eyes right now, it felt like his heart was speaking for him, like you were pulling every emotion he had out of him.

Hyunjin now got up too and kissed your jaw.

Hyunjin: "I love you too baby."

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You told them that you were nearly orgasming and they both laid a kiss on one cheek and looked at their fingers that were disappearing inside of you. The pace was a much faster one and your chest was going up and down even more rapidly. Your walls tightened around their fingers and for a few seconds it felt like you were floating up in space. You climaxed onto their fingers, dripping onto the desk you were sitting on. They removed their fingers and before they could lick your liquids off you grabbed their wrists and sucked onto their digits. After an exchange of smiles they licked their fingers that while you were still holding their wrists and they placed the softest kiss onto the back of your hand.

[wecomrades]

❝ It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid ❞

A/N: Hiii! So, this is my christening to the Band of Brothers fandom as a writer, so bear with me and please come say hi on Wattpad and AO3! I’d appreciate it a lot, also I hope you like it - it’s angst, oops? Thanks a lot to my other brain cell @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant​ for reading it in advance and cleaning up the mess! Ily ♥

I used my own prompts list, you can find it here! Prompt used Malarkey/Muck + “That’s surely not what I meant” + breathe (NO ROMANCE)

Words count: 1.1k

Warning: angst

The snow creaks heavily under Malarkey's boots. He sighs, thinking about that time he bantered with one of his friends from Oregon about how the snow was thousand of times better than the rain. Now, a few years later, he wishes he could have some rain just as much as a cup of hot chocolate, and he wishes the snow would be fucking abolished from nature. He hates snow, now. Snow is evil. Snow took his best friend away from him. Technically it was German artillery, but it doesn't make so much difference now.

Malarkey hates the snow.

He sighs again, letting his body drop heavily in his foxhole. He hides his hands in his pockets, trying to warm them up a little without really succeeding, when his palm meets something. At first he frowns, he's quite sure he only had a pack of cigarettes and a wet tissue in that pocket.

Then he remembers.

A black cross. The black cross.

Malarkey rolls it carefully in his hands, with a touch so gentle as if he's afraid to break it, the corner of his mouth quirks up and suddenly his head is filled with memories; a lot of memories, all of them fighting with each other like they were waiting impatiently for him to touch the cross to come back to life. All of them so confusing, but he is so vivid it's like having him here in this very moment.

But he's not.

✞ ✞ ✞ ✞ ✞

Skip Muck reaches him at the table as Malarkey attacks a piece of bread that was laying on his plate.

"What's this supposed to be, Malark?" Skip asks, sliding in the chair in front of him and tossing his plate as if it 's burning his skin.

"Mashed potatoes, I believe."

"Friend, I'm telling you, if this is potatoes I'm Glenn Miller," Skip moans. "I swear this is Perconte's vomit from the other day. Isn't mashed potatoes supposed to be yellow-ish? Why is this stuff  brown?"

Malarkey barks out a laugh. "Stop complaining and eat, smartass."

Skip Muck has been his best friend since day one. He's everybody's best friend, actually - how could he not be? - but he and Malarkey have been inseparable almost from the start. Muck is a fun bloke to have around, smart, carefree and sometimes Malarkey wishes he could be at least half the person Skip is.

"Oh, by the way," Malarkey says, rummaging in his pocket. "I found this near my night stand this morning!"

Skip's eyes lit up as he stretches his arm towards his friend to take the item.

"My cross!" he shouts a little bit too loud. "I thought I'd lost it! Thanks, Malark, you're a life saver."

Malarkey smiles at him, shaking his head at his friend's way too exaggerated reaction.T ypical of him.

"How come it was there, though?" Skip asks then, his brows knitted. "That's a long journey from my bed and I swear I placed it on top of that book I borrowed from Penk."

"You mean the book you stole from him," Malarkey comments, raising an eyebrow and restraining himself a laugh. When it's clear Skip won't answer that, Malarkey adds: "Dunno, man. It was just there."

Skip sighs, looking fervently at his black cross as if he's asking it 'why did you leave me?'. "Perhaps it wanted to fulfill my wishes... a little too soon, though."

"What wishes?"

"Nothing too overwhelming, just--" Skip snorts fleebly, "It's stupid. I just wish you'd take my cross, when something will happen to me."

Malarkey blinks once. Twice. Thrice. "What on earth are you on about? You're implying you'll die when we don't even have our jump wings yet?"

"That's surely not what I meant, bro, chill!" Skip laughs at him, leaning on the other side of the table to ruffle his hair. When he realises Malarkey is not convinced at all, he continues: "Maybe I phrased it wrong, I'm just saying, if something happens to me - if, okay? - then I'd want you to have my cross. To remember your friend Skip. That's why I find it funny it came to you the very day after I prayed about it."

Yeah, very funny, Malarkey thinks, but doesn't dare to say it out loud. Then he looks up at his friend and can't help but smile.

"You're a menace, Warren Muck."

"Hey!" The other one protests, trying to smack him in the head but failing miserably. "You don't have to worry, though. I'm strong, I'm invincible, fuckin' Germans won't get me because I have to marry Faye first, have a handful of babies, get a couple of dogs and take you to Tonawanda to see my home."

And Malarkey believes him.

✞ ✞ ✞ ✞ ✞

"You alright, Malark?" Someone says behind him, making him startle.

It's Lipton. Of course it's Lipton. Malarkey isn't sure how to answer: he isn't alright at all, hasn't been alright since he threw himself out of a plane what seemed like a decade ago. How could he be alright? He hasn't had a shower in months, his beard is way too long and thick, his feet are sore from the cold, his best friend fucking blew up in a foxhole, his other friend happened to be in the same foxhole, so, well, he lost him too, and another one of his closest friends was sent home due to a breakdown.

He's pretty sure he's not going to be alright anytime soon. Fucking snow.

"Yeah," he says instead to Lipton, with a small smile. "Yeah, thanks, Lip."

Lipton gives him a comforting smile, patting his shoulder as a reassurement after seeing what Malarkey is holding in his hands.

Breathe, Don, breathe, he tells himself. It's not easy to breathe when you have a tornado in your head and the cold pressing on your lungs. But he needs to breathe, he needs it for Skip.

Malarkey snorts at himself when the lyrics from a song come up in his mind. I just quarreled with Sue, that's why I'm blue, she's gone away and left me just like all dolls do. It's Paper Doll, the song Skip was obsessed with. Their favourite song to listen together, and those were Skip's favourite lyrics. Sometimes Skip was so deep into singing it that instead of calling him Don, he went for Doll. From that, Skip became Sue. And they would laugh together, and people would ask them what was wrong with them. Always. They were just being them, together like they were supposed to be until the end of the war and beyond.

Life didn't take the same view, though, and now Malarkey is alone.

He holds back some tears - he doesn't know why, but he hasn't had the time to even cry properly -, while gently wearing Skip Muck's cross with no intention of getting rid of it, like, ever. As he wears it, he swears he hears his best friend voice: I knew it would come back to you, eventually.

[minsugapie]

Mary’s Song: part 20a (2099 words) - I’ll shoot

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Jeon Jungkook wasn’t just your anime-loving, manga-drawing, hair-pulling, ex-neighbour. You hadn’t even spoken to him since he had moved away. But the world worked in funny ways because...

He was probably the reason you were still alive. 

• • • • • •

“And our daddies used to joke about the two of us

Growing up and fallin' in love

And our mamas smiled, and rolled their eyes

And said, "Oh, my, my, my””

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i’m not sure when part 2 - unchained will start because i have a bunch of homework this week but i’ll try my best to get something out... 

ALSO PLZ READ - WARNING - bc there is some violence in this. i did try to keep out as much graphic details that i could but it’s essentially what comes of some domestic abuse...so yeah, beware please!!

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Your dream last night made you realize that life might be too good to be true. You relived your day yesterday with Jungkook, convincing yourself that it could be like that every day. Jungkook was amazing, and you only wanted to let yourself trust him fully. It was hard. You knew that he only wanted to help, but you were still skeptical because of Nic. 

Bun was worth it, you convinced yourself. 

However in real life, you also convinced yourself that what you were going to do today would not be scary because you were protecting all the people that you’d grown to love. You didn’t regret running away from Nic, not in the slightest, but you did regret dragging all these amazing people into it. You should have just gone to your father in the first place. 

When you opened your eyes to the sunlight streaming in through the window, you had tears in your eyes. You weren’t sure if they were happy tears or sad tears. Over the past week that Jungkook had officially been sleeping with you, you never got tired or seeing his face when you woke up. His face was peaceful as he slept. You especially liked the way his hair was wild like he’d been through a tornado. 

Taking the opportunity, because it might have been your last, you brought your hand up to his face, palm lightly resting on his cheek. Your thumb lightly traced over his bottom lip as you touched his little mole. A small smile graced your lips when you saw his eyelids start to flutter, his hand coming over yours. You always thought that his eyes were always the most beautiful when the sun’s rays hit them. The scar on his cheek became prominent and you realized that he’d never told you how he got it, and that you had never asked. He blinked slowly, eyes still focusing, before he squinted, trying to get away from the bright rays.

He was finally able to open his eyes when he brought the hand that was on yours to cover the light. It only took him a second to realize the you were crying, if that’s what you wanted to call it. 

He frowned, but you shook your head before he could say anything more. You hadn’t even meant for it to happen, but before you knew it, your lips were on his.  You lingered for a few seconds, not knowing if you wanted to continue or pull away. 

In the end, you decided to pull away, looking at his face for any kind of reaction. You weren’t sure why you had kissed him—did you like him or was it simply because there was a chance you’d never see him again after today?

“What was that for?” He asked, hand falling to your cheek. 

You swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. However, it was his turn to stop you from answering. “You know what, it doesn’t matter…jus—just a little but more,” he whispered, kissing you again. He was so warm, and you felt yourself melt into him to be closer to it. You remembered your old feelings for him, and wondered how you would have felt if you were fifteen again. This wasn’t the first time you and Jungkook had kissed, but you knew that he didn’t remember it. 

He was drunk and kissed you the night before he left for the city. You remembered it clearly because you’d wanted it to happen for years, and you were mad about it for a long time. But you hadn’t thought about it for years, until right now. 

You let Jungkook’s arms wrap around you and bring you closer to him. Maybe both of you had gotten better at kissing over the years, but you definitely enjoyed this kiss more. He pushed you back into the pillows, a knee slipping between your legs. 

When he kissed you, he was being gentle and playfully sucked your lips. Really, you couldn’t think of a better way to start the day, having long forgotten your tears.

But then there was a knock on the door, followed by Taehyung’s voice, “Jungkook, don’t forget your haircut in an hour…” It was a bummer, as it interrupted the moment, but it brought you back to reality. 

Jungkook pulled back from you, turning his head to the side to yell back at Taehyung, “Ok, thanks…”

“Is Y/N awake?” Tae continued, clearly not wanting to leave them alone.

You cleared your throat and answered, “I am now.”

“Ok, babe, you’ll be okay on your own later? Chim and I are going to the studio because he’s convinced me to make a YouTube video with him!”

“Yep, I’ll be fine,” you easily lied, knowing full well that you weren’t going to be leaving after the three of them left. 

“Perfect, you two! Coffee is in the pot!” The sound of Taehyung’s feet retreating made Jungkook look at you again.

He had a funny look on his face as he looked down at you and smiled. “We’ll talk later. I should get ready,” he whispered, hands still tight around your waist. 

You nodded and looked at him, waiting for him to get off of you. He took a deep breath and finally pushed himself off, immediately walking to the door and leaving the room. Turning your head into the pillow beside you, you screamed. 

What just happened?

• • • • • •

Jungkook got back to the apartment, ready to talk about what happened this morning, but when he unlocked the door, he felt like something was off. Yeontan was gone because Jimin and Tae took him, but your shoes were gone from the door. 

Looking at the closet, he also saw that your jacket was gone. Jungkook walked to his room to see if you was there, but you weren’t there either. 

Taking out his phone, he decided to call you. Maybe after yesterday, you’d decided that you could get out and go for a walk? He heard the ringing of your phone from the kitchen, so he went out again to check. And there it was, your phone on the kitchen table. 

It was then that it clicked that all your things were gone from the bedroom. Running back, he checked the dresser that he had given you, and he was right—everything was gone.

He knew he needed to stay calm, so he sat on the bed and decided to text the group. His hands were shaking as he tried to coherently form his message.

does anyone know where honey is? all her things are gone. 

Jungkook wasn’t prepared for Jin to be the one to answer. He told Jungkook that she sent him, Cherry and Jade an address and said that if she was ever missing, that she would be there. 

tell me the address. and call the police because i’m going there right now.

Yoongi told him not to be hasty and that he couldn’t go alone, but Jungkook wasn’t going to listen. He had a gut feeling that you had gone back to Nic. It had to be why you were crying this morning—he remembered how distracted he’d gotten by you. 

God, after this morning, he thought everything was going to be so different. He hadn’t realized how much he liked you until you came back into his life. Everything from your childhood together came back to him when you first called.

He absolutely had never allowed himself to fall in love with anyone because he was still hung up, and probably, waiting for you to come back at claim what was yours. 

But now, as he ran down the street, trying to find a cab, he couldn’t believe that you’d left him to go back to Nic. 

• • • • • •

The address turned out to be at a plain apartment building. He checked out the number again to make sure he was at the right place before dashing up the stairs to the correct room. Instead of knocking, because that would be stupid, he decided to check to see if the door was unlocked.

It was. 

So, as quietly as possible he slipped inside, taking caution to tiptoe and keep his eyes and ears peeled. He heard a voice coming from a room down the hall, and he paused, trying to hear what was being said. 

“You were late coming here today, Y/N. I would have let it slide, but I know what you got up to yesterday,” the voice was menacing, dripping with a sort of controlling possession. 

A reply simply came in quiet, moan-like sounds from the person he was talking to. 

“But!” The man’s voice continued, sounding slightly more optimistic, “after tonight, I’ll forget about everything, and we can go back to being the Nic and Y/N that everyone know and love. We were always so good together…”

Jungkook couldn’t stand it anymore. He stepped into the room to see what was going on. The only thing that he was able to focus on was you on the bed, there was a gash on your head and you were looking at Nic with extremely hooded eyes. Basically, you looked drugged and beaten up. 

And he was not okay it. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook finally spoke, making Nic turn around. You barely moved. 

When Jungkook finally got a good look at Nic, he was surprised to see him smile. “Ah, you look exactly like the guy from the internet.”

“You have no idea who I am, do you?” Jungkook challenged, fists clenching with every word. Just  seeing Nic’s face was making him mad. Of course, he was trying to buy some time for the policemen to get there, but he felt himself slowly getting more mad by the second. Your figure was still on his mind. You were helpless right now, and it was all because he had gone to get a haircut. 

“It doesn’t really matter, now does it? My girlfriend is back with me, and sh—”

Jungkook couldn’t handle it any longer. He didn’t even realize it, but his first made contact with Nic’s face before the sick bastard could even finish his sentence. But Jungkook wasn’t stupid; he knew that Nic could take a punch. Hell, he was trained for it.

However, what Jungkook didn’t expect was for Nic to pull out a gun when Jungkook tried to hit him a second time. 

The gun was surprisingly pointed at you instead of Jungkook. His breath hitched when Nic spoke again, “You touch me again, and I’ll shoot.”

When Jungkook simply stood there, figuring out how he could grab the gun, he realized he should have paid more attention to anything that could have showed him how to protect himself and others. 

Nic continued talking, “But I think you really do need to tell me, how was it that you were able to draw a character that looked exactly like Y/N?”

If he would have just let Jungkook speak earlier, it would have been fine. 

But neither of the two were able to say any more because the policemen finally showed up. They each pointed their own guns at Nic, and he faltered a little. It was enough for Jungkook to leap forward and grab the barrel of the gun. No after what happened, Nic wouldn’t be able to shoot then. 

What happened next with Nic was a blur to Jungkook because he just went to you. You were completely unconscious at this point, and now that he was closer to you, he saw more of what Nic did. The gash on your forehead bled down into your eye and down your temple. There was a cut on your lip, maybe from getting hit. Bruises were present on your neck and arms (and probably other places he wouldn’t be able to see). Lastly, your clothes—he didn’t even want to think about why there were some rips. 

He collapsed onto the bed beside you and tried his hardest to hold his tears back. “Honey, please wake up,” he sobbed, tears filling his eyes. He literally didn’t want to touch. You already seemed so vulnerable in this situation, and he wouldn’t do anything to injure you even more. 

The only thing he wanted to do when he saw the EMT come in and take you was to call Yoongi and cry to him, but just didn’t have the time because he had to tell his whole side of the story. And there was no way he wasn’t staying by your side as they took you to the hospital.