#wow now I miss the liberty too

[female-buckets]

[worstloki]

Loki surveilling the skyline of New York from the top of Stark Tower and clocking that his favorite paired set of buildings are gone. sad

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Wait could you do something for Yandere!Rook when he stays over at Ramshackle with the SDC crew? I feel like if you showed him affection he'd take a mile. Like if you sheepishly told him you liked him; the next morning he's broken into your room and happily cuddling you (his prey) in your bed. I just want to see how a lovesick Rook would behave at Ramshackle during the VDC. (How long can he keep paying Grim off with tuna?)

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The Devotion of the Rook | Yandere Rook Hunt

He absolutely would but you don’t need to be especially nice

All it takes is just one compliment

He’s so used to the sarcastic and teasing of typical NRC

But then there’s you smiling without any other intention then just being happy

“I love your hat!”

“Why thank you, beau filou! Now what can I help with!”

Thus begins a whole new extensive photo album of all things you

He was probably already curious because of your entrance to NRC but now he’s officially obsessed

It feels like fate when Crowley and Vil dedicate you to help with the SDC crew 

Now he has access to you so much easier

So when you do return to your room during a dance break and he’s in there

You shouldn’t mind him, he only misplaced a feather from his hat

Or how he can eagerly offer to do your laundry with the liberty of taking whatever the dirtiest object in there is without alerting you 

And the pictures

Oh the pictures

he screws up his sleep schedule and risks scolding by Vil because he’s having a hard time limiting himself

And he’ll find that’s how it always is with you

“Oh Rook if you’ll excuse I’ve got to get past to the bathroom.”

“Ah~<3”

“Uh are you okay?”

“Oui! I just was surprised by how soft your touch was.”

“Hey don’t be weird.”

It only worsens after you survive Vil’s overblot with him

So brave!

You joined him when you sensed Vil’s killed intent

So oblivious!

You just casually called possibly the most dangerous creature alive by a cute nickname and got him to smile

So supportive!

The way you cheered them on despite your little twitch everytime one of them messed up

It’s invigorating

Almost more than he has with Neige

But it’d be wrong to quantify his love for the beauties in his life

Hence why he won’t keep track of how many times he ends up following you more than he does Vil

Or how the ceiling he’d reserved for Neige is filled with pictures of you

Or how often he ends up shooting arrows in the direction of troublesome students who can’t seem to stay away from you

Or how he’s willing to continue spending his allowance to pay for tuna that keeps Grim from telling you of his growing scent in the Ramshackle dorm

“Wow thanks for helping me out Rook, I didn’t know you were into building stuff.”

“I’m happy to help you mon filou! Besides seeing you work up a sweat really does something for me. I love to help you and Grim rest in beautiful luxury.”

“Aw thanks! Ace and Deuce said they’d help too but something came up.”

“I see. A shame they’re missing all the fun probably wondering how they got locked in a room with Floyd. You can trust I’ll always come when you call! In truth one may even say I am your biggest fan!”

[kooktrash]

a little thing called jealousy | jeon jungkook drabble

ugh okay I’m sorry I tried making it a bit more of an argument but I just can’t give this couple angst ����

anyway, 2.9k straight fluff. a little bit of jealous Koo and they’re both clingy af

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Jungkook will be the first to admit that this was really all his doing. His homebody girlfriend would have preferred to stay in tonight and he would’ve loved to join you but this was Hoseok. Your shared friend Hoseok was having people over and he begged and begged Jungkook to get you to come out. He wanted to have a fun night with his girlfriend too so of course he was going to beg you to come out, right?

Well… apparently he’s an idiot.

You’re having fun alright, you’ve been drinking a bit and he’s happily taken the liberty of being sober tonight so he could still drive home but unfortunately for him that meant he was very aware of the things happening around him. For instance, you talking to some guy who you apparently knew. Jungkook is not the jealous type, he’s never been because he’s never had a reason to be. It’s been known for a while now that he could get a girl if he wanted to and you’ve been the only one in his life to make him really work for it and for that he’s thankful. You helped him be able to fully explore what he felt toward you until it was all he could think about and now he’s obsessed with you. He’s not the jealous type…

“Where’s Y/n?” Sungha asked coming over to him after watching him sulk on Hobi’s couch like there weren’t at least thirty people around him getting drunk. Jungkook shrugged, “She’s talking to someone.”

“Who?” Sungha asked, looking around with a smile on her face, “Oh! That’s Jisoo, wow, I haven’t seen him in a long time.”

Jungkook turned his attention to her, “Wait, you know him too? Who is he?”

“Uh,” Sungha thought for a moment, “He’s Y/n’s ex but It’s been years since we last saw him. Last I heard he moved to Tokyo for some time, he must’ve just gotten back.”

“Y/n’s ex?” Jungkook asked looking back to you and you felt his stare, turning to him and giving him a soft smile that made Jisoo look at him too, “I thought all her ex boyfriends were shitty.”

“All but Jisoo,” Sungha shrugged, not noticing the way Jungkook’s leg began to bounce anxiously and his lip caught between his teeth, “But it was so long ago and we were all young so it makes sense that there’s no hard feelings there.”

“I’ll be back,” Jungkook said in a rush as he hopped off the couch and practically ran over to where you were.

Your breath hitched as firm arms wrapped around your waist pulling you flush against their back and for a second you couldn’t think of who it was. You’ve been drinking all night and when you get like that you tend to just talk and talk and forget everything else. It wasn’t until you felt Jungkook place small kisses along your neck that you smiled, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Jungkook whispered into your eye as he kissed you one last time before looking at Jisoo, “I’ve been waiting for you to remember I was here too.”

Your brows seemed to furrow in confusion. You’ve only been away from him for at most five minutes. You had seen Jisoo from across Hobi’s apartment and you wanted to see how he was doing. You dated when you were 17 and it was so long ago and now you were both adults so clearly there were things to catch up on. It had been a mutual break up and since you were young it didn’t hold too much meaning so in truth you thought nothing of it.

“Jisoo this is Jungkook,” you introduced them to each other casually, Jungkook was busy kissing your neck lovingly for you to pay attention without squirming. You tried moving his hands off you because he was beginning to squeeze you a bit too much but he wouldn’t let up.

“Her boyfriend,” Jungkook clarified and you could hear the harshness in his tone. You smiled, “Yeah.”

“Good to meet you man,” Jisoo said missing the way Jungkook glared at him and he looked to you, “Alright, I haven’t had a chance to talk to Sungha or Jimin so I’m gonna go find them.”

“Yeah, go do that,” Jungkook said as you finally freed yourself from your boyfriend’s death grip. Jisoo’s brows scrunched together in confusion but he still smiled and waved you both goodbye.

“You having fun?” You asked him, slurring on your words a bit as you felt his hand go back to you waist not letting you get far from him without holding onto you. He shook his head no, “You ditched me.”

You laughed softly, still not processing how he was feeling in your drunken state, “I was just talking to Jisoo. I haven’t seen him in year—“

“Yeah and he’s your ex boyfriend that you ditched your current boyfriend to see,” Jungkook said following you down the hall toward the bathroom, stepping on the back of your shoe on accident.

You shook your head, “Yeah sorry, we ended up talking about his work so…”

You cut yourself off when you felt him step on your shoe once again but this time your foot actually lifted and it kind of hurt. “Ow!”

“Sorry,” Jungkook mumbled, “Can I go with you?”

“Where?” You asked before it dawned on you, “To the bathroom?” He nodded his head eagerly and you released a sigh, “Sure.”

You let him in and as you tried using the bathroom Jungkook distracted himself by rummaging through Hobi’s things. You hurried up to finish and you practically had to push him to the side to get to the sink. When you left, he was right there trying to hug you like you weren’t trying to walk and it was beginning to be a bit much. You were a little drunk and when you drink you tend to get hot and with him trying to hold you and step on you, you were starting to get a little annoyed. What was his deal?

He followed you into Hobi’s kitchen where you left in search of something to drink other than alcohol. Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into him before you could even grab a drink, “Can we leave yet?”

“We just got here not that long ago,” you told him, feeling him begin to kiss along your neck again.

“Yeah but you’ve been ignoring me all night and I just want to lay in bed with my girlfriend an—“

“Jungkook!” You groaned when he accidentally pushed you too close to the counter in an attempt to follow you even if you didn’t move and made you hit your hip against the corner, “Ow!”

“Sorry,” he rushed out to say, hand down on your hip to try and soothe the pain but you were annoyed and drunk and hot.

You released a huff in annoyance, “Jeez, you’ve stepped on me and now you made me hit the counter, can you give me some space?”

“Y/n—“

“No, I’m starting to get annoyed,” you said pushing past him, “And I haven’t been ignoring you. I’ve been with you all night, I only left for like five minutes so stop being so clingy.”

Jungkook’s jaw couldn’t help but tense up at that as he looked down at you. You really did look annoyed and typically Jungkook would apologize and do what you asked but he felt annoyed too. How was he supposed to feel when you left him to talk to your ex boyfriend, “Fine, go do whatever you want then, I’ll be waiting in the car.”

Before you could say anything you watched him storm off angrily and just before you could get to him, Sungha and Jimin were calling you over. You walked over to them reluctantly, “Hey.”

“Hey, where’s Kook?” Jimin asked offering you another drink but you refused it. “I don’t know… he went to the car?”

“Why?”

“I think he’s ready to go, I’ll probably just say goodbye to Hobi and Jisoo and leave too,” you told them apologetically, “He’s acting weird, and I got a little mad at him.”

“Y/n… what happened?” Sungha asked making you shrug.

“I don’t know, he was fine earlier and then when I was talking to Jisoo he just came over and got super clingy and…” you paused in thought, “Oh…”

Sungha’s smile dropped, “Oops, that might’ve been my fault. I told him about Jisoo being your ex and he got up a little upset.”

“Sungha!” Jimin yelled, “They dated for a month when they were seventeen! Why would you tell him that?”

“I don’t know!” Sungha panicked, “I didn’t think it was a big deal. Jungkook never gets jealous!”

You released a huff, feeling exhausted and a little more sober now, “Alright, I’m gonna go talk to him, bye.”

You practically ran out to Jungkook’s car and when you found him inside he was slumped over his phone, pout evident on his face.

“Ready?” You asked him shyly, wondering how you could talk about it and if he really was upset. He didn’t give you a verbal response, only nodded his head as he started the car.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, “I think I drank too much.”

Jungkook didn’t respond once again as he drove quietly, not even music playing and you felt the need to keep going, “Thank you for getting me to come out tonight. Next time I’ll drive and you can get drunk, alright?”

Jungkook just nodded as he drove. His feelings were very obviously hurt. He didn’t mean to step on you or making you hit the counter but he was anxious. The second he learned Jisoo was your ex he felt his anxiety shoot up and he just needed a little reassurance from you.

It’s just… it took him so long to get you to even think about him romantically. He put in so much work for the two of you to be where you are and he genuinely thinks he’s in love with you. He can’t help but feel hurt knowing your ex can come out of nowhere and have all your attention right away and if you’re still on good terms then who's to say there’s not still lingering feelings there? He doesn’t want to lose you when he just got you.

Tonight Jungkook was staying over at your place even if he was a little mad at how you yelled at him when he just wanted to be with you. Even mad he wanted to spend the night with you so obviously he was going to follow you.

“Koo,” you said softly as you followed him up to your own apartment. Jungkook waited quietly for you to unlock the door and you had to repeat yourself, “Are you hungry? Should I put a pizza in the oven?”

“If you want,” Jungkook shrugged as he threw himself on your couch sullenly. You released a small sigh, “Do you want water?”

“Sure.”

He didn’t mean to brush you off but he really was upset. Maybe he’s overthinking it but it really was hard to get you to like him back and he’s just worried… he doesn’t want you to realize that you could probably do better than him.

“Jungkook,” you used his full name now as you set the glass down on the coffee table and made him sit up. Without thinking you planted yourself on his neck but he couldn’t even look at you, “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“A little,” he admitted, not wanting to bottle this feeling up, “I didn’t mean to be too clingy but you yelled at me in front of everyone and… and you didn’t even introduce me to your ex as your boyfriend. It’s like you didn’t want him to know.”

You shook your head sadly, “No, it’s not like tha—“

“Then what is it, Y/n? You ditch me to talk to your ex boyfriend then get mad at me for wanting to be with you?” Jungkook felt a bit annoyed now, “Sometimes I still feel like I’m just a bother to you and you just can’t wait to get rid of me.”

“What?” You looked genuinely taken back as you turned to straddle his lap, his hands absentmindedly finding your waist even if he was mad, “No, baby, it’s not like that. I love being with you, I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap on you. I know you didn’t mean it, and I’m sorry for ditching you but Jisoo and I…”

Jisoo and I? Great… Jungkook thought, he felt his anxiety spike up and couldn’t help but move you off his lap, too distracted with you so close. You released a small sigh, “I mean, we only dated for a month. It was nothing serious, we tried to see where it would go but we were 17 and better off as friends. Him and I never meant anything.”

Jungkook was up, trying to find a way to distance himself so you wouldn’t see how hurt he was. Maybe he was being dramatic but what if now that you’re adults you want to try it again with Jisoo? What will happen to him if you do?

“Jungkook…” you whined as you hopped off the couch, surprising him by wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him from behind, “Please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you there, I’m sorry.”

Jungkook took a deep breath, feeling his anger slowly dissipate but he needed to stay strong. You yelled at him and you were mean, it wasn’t fair.

He tried to talk but you only clung to him harder, “Kooky, look at me please.”

He took a deep breath, hand going over yours as you hugged him, “I’m upset.”

“I know,” you told him honestly as you moved to hug his front, feeling his arms slowly come up to your waist, “I’m sorry, I don’t want you thinking I want to be with anyone but you. I’m serious, I feel really bad.”

Jungkook huffed in defeat as his hand came up to the back of your head, “Are you going to yell at me like that again?”

“No!” You said feeling hopeful, looking up at him like he was the moon and stars, “I mean it. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

“Mm,” he released a sigh as he thought about it, “Was I really being too much?”

“No! No,” you should your head, “No, I get it now. I was ignoring you and you just wanted to be with me but I got mad. No, I love when you get like that, it makes me feel wanted.”

“Of course I want you!” He said suddenly, “Baby, I’ve never felt that way before… I just felt scared that you would realize that you only began dating me because I basically pressured you to and seeing someone you used to have feelings for made you reali—“

“Jungkook, I love you.”

He froze, words getting caught in his throat, “You do?”

You nodded cutely, still hugging him tightly, “Of course I do, you’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever met! And you’re so cute and funny and I want to be with you all the time even if I suck at showing it. I’m sorry for making you feel like I would leave you, that’s not right. I want to be with you and only you, nobody else, please don’t be mad at me. I don’t like it.”

Jungkook brushed your hair out of your face as he thought about it for a second, “I’m so in love with you, Y/n. So fucking in love that I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before and I don’t know how to respond to this new jealousy feeling.”

“I’m in love with you,” you repeated and this time around he felt his heart burst into millions of butterflies, “And I’m so sorry.”

“Ugh,” he huffed out, “I can’t be mad at you even if I tried.”

“But it’s okay if you are,” you told him honestly — and cutely that he had to smile — “I don’t blame you for getting mad if I’ve done something to upset you. Don’t feel like you always have to be happy with me and let me have my way.”

“Okay,” he kissed the tip of your nose, “But I love you too much to stay mad.”

“Koo!” You whined, stomping your foot a little as you tried to pull away, “You can’t always be happy with me—“

“I can’t help it,” he whined too, cheeks flushing red at how cute he thought you were, “I was just being dramatic.”

“No, you weren’t, I was in the wron—“ you ended with a small squeal as Jungkook picked you up.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” Jungkook finally said, “For now let’s get to bed and let me cuddle you.”

“I’m sorry for earlier,” you said, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, practically clinging to him, “Seriously.”

“I know,” Jungkook smiled, “And if you really want to make it up to me then you can get your cute butt in bed and go to sleep.”

“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” You asked with a small yawn as he made it into your room and set you down gently on your bed. He went ahead and closed the door, shutting you into darkness as he joined you, “No, baby, I love you too much to stay mad.”

“I love you more,” you said and you felt disgusted by your own cheesiness.

He smiled though, loving every second of it, “No, I love you more.”

“Not true.”

“Yes true.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No—“

“Yes! Now go to sleep.”

::.

ugh I just genuinely feel like they can’t stay mad at each other for long

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[ayedafuq]

Hamzah imagine I’m sorry god

POV: You got invited up to Toronto by your friend (Y/F) who hangs in the same circle as the Slushy Noobz crew, u n Hamzah meet at a party, get a little too tipsy, and you flirt just a taaaad .

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(Y/F) : bitch come out the room and DRINK

Currently hiding away in her room (where I’ve been a freeloader for the past 2 days), I see Y/F’s text to come and join the pregame she’s having in her living room. She moved from our hometown to Toronto, a place I haven’t been before this, and I’m visiting her for the week. I came up on Wednesday and after our playful time catching up together for the past two days, she decided it’d be a good idea to go out with some of the friends she made. She currently has about 8 people in her living room playing drinking games, and I’m sitting on the floor staring into her full body mirror, ready to go to the bar, nervous as FUCK about meeting her friends.

After ignoring her text for approximately 30 seconds, she comes into the room. “OOOO GURRRRL YOU LOOKIN GOOOOOD” she says. I know she knows I’m nervous.

“Wait close the door” I say to her, and she does. “Dude, what if they don’t like me.” My anxiety is clearly getting the best of me.

“Fuck do you mean what if they don’t like you? You’re quite literally my twin. If they don’t like you then I’ll KNOW they secretly don’t like me. And they love me, so chill the fuck out. Get up” she picks me up out off the ground and pulls me out into her living room.

“Guess who’s heeeerrrree” she says to the group, and they all start to cheer. “There she is!” One of the girls says. A guy chimes in, “The visitor has arrived!”

Y/f drags me around the party to share names, my nerves subsiding. Everyone here is really nice. Why was I even worried?

“Hey, I’m Mandy. I work at the animal shelter with y/f. I’ve heard so much about you!” The girl says. I reply telling her I’ve heard about her too. “Y/f says the only reason she goes there is to pet animals and hang out with you” I tell her. “Yea sounds about right, I do the same thing.”

Me, Mandy and Y/f chat for a couple minutes sharing some laughs and stories, until the guy who chanted earlier and his friend come up. “Y/n, this is my boyfriend Martin. And this is Hamzah, avoid him.”

I give my hellos and introduce myself to Martin. We banter for a quick second before I turn to Hamzah. “Hellooo, I’m Y/n.” I give him a quick smile he returns. “Hey Y/n, how do you like Toronto so far?”

Before I can even answer, Y/f interrupts. “I’m gonna need you guys to shut up and grab a drink. We’re leaving for the bar in 30, and me and Y/n still need to demolish half the party in flip cup. Grab two seltzers from the fridge” she tells me. “You better lock in, I told everyone you never miss a flip.”

—

Two hours later and we’re at the bar, and it’s safe to say I’m feeling preeeetty nice. Her friends are so sweet, and I can’t help but feel so happy that she found these people.

Mandy, y/f, Hamzah and I are standing by a high top table, and I take the liberty in sharing some stories of me and y/f from parties in high school.

“When I tell you I turned my head for 3 seconds and y/f was gone, I mean it. I’m running through the party like a chicken without a fucking head, looking like a maniac asking everyone where she is. Mind you, I’m like 17 and hammered, so I was probably acting like the hulk.”

“Jesus Christ y/n don’t..” she says.

“After 10 minutes where do I find this bitch? Asleep in this random bitch’s closet with her head, quite literally, in a bucket.”

Hamzah and Mandy are cracking up. “You didn’t even know who threw the party?” Hamzah asks between laughs.

“Not a fucking clue. Y/f felt right at home though” I say, giggling myself.

“Girl I hate you, but yea I did. That bucket was my crib. Need to go to the bathroom?” Y/f asks me.

I tell her I’m alright for now, and Mandy tells her she needs to go so they scurry off together.

“Wow, so you guys have been friends for a while huh?” Hamzah says, still smiling from the story.

“Yea, we’ve been through a lot together. She’ll never get rid of me I fear” I say back.

“Damn, that’s awesome. Y/f is super cool, I’m happy she moved up here. When’s it your turn?” He says, his smile becoming more of a smirk. It hasn’t gone over my head that this kid is fucking adorable, but hes been acting pretty shy all night. The sly comment took me by surprise.

“Man I wish I could. It’s been on my mind a lot since she moved here” I reply.

“What’s stopping you?” He asks.

“I guess I’m just scared. It’s a big move, and she’s got the balls to do it. I’m not sure I do.”

“I felt the same way too, I pretty much hauled ass across the country of Canada at 18. I lived out of my car for a bit actually, it was a nightmare. I’d do it all again though, it was the best decision I’ve made. If I could do it, a pretty girl like you could too.”

Pretty girl?

“Pretty girl?” I say back, a little smug. The drinks are getting to me I fear.

“I’m sorry, was that weird?” He gets a little shy again. I giggle to let him know it wasn’t.

“Not at all. Thank you, pretty boy” I playfully shove his arm. I cringe in my head. I gotta be fucking kidding.

“Pretty boyyy I see I see” he says with a smile. “You think I’m a pretty boy?”

“Only a little bit. Like, this much” I pinch my fingers together the closest I can without having them touch.

“Well, thiiiis pretty boy” he mimics my fingers, “thinks you should move to Toronto thiiiis much” he separates them a little more. “Because he’d like to see you more thiiiiis badly” he separates them as far as he can. Damn, he has nice hands.

“Wow that’s pretty badly” I respond. Thank god I have makeup on because this cheesy shit might be making me blush.

“Yea, it’s alarming. Think about it, pretty girl” he tilts his head towards me playfully as he says pretty girl, getting a little close and then backing his head away swiftly. His smirk is fully activated and the eye contact we’re making is pretty hot. I smile back at him with my tongue touching my canine (do yk what I’m talking about like that lil sexy smile), tilting my head slightly to the side as if to say oh, ur flirting with me, noted. and just as I’m about to respond, y/f and Mandy return from the bathroom.

“Stop harassing her Hamzah she’s never gonna want to come back” Mandy says. “Come on, we’re gonna go back to y/f’s and play drinking games. This bar is boring.”

Hamzah follows after Mandy, glancing back at me quickly with a cheeky smile before turning his head. Y/f gets in my ear.

“Hamzah likes you. Mandy can tell. She told me in the bathroom.”

—-

Okay guys hi this is like so bullshit but I was feeling playful idk I hope you enjoyed if you made it this far

-ayev

[hedgiwithapen]

Leverage timetravel, pre pilot/child ot3 meet their redemption era selves

(I took some liberties re: /meeting/) In hindsight, visiting the US Patent office was probably not their smartest move.  Never return to the scene of the crime, and all, at least not if the job was finished. 

But they'd put a pin in going back for the time machine, and not even a really bad idea could deter Hardison from an actual time machine. Well. Portal, like Eliot had said. 

It hadn't come with an instruction manual, but the three of them, Hardison, Parker, Eliot were professionals at figuring things out on the fly . Even lost in the past. Even scattered. 

Hardison knew he just had to wait, though. They'd find each other. They'd lived through the past once, they could deal with it again, especially knowing everything they did. And it wasn't like they had to live through the whole span of years, either. They just had to find each other, put the pieces back together, scattered with them, and go home. Easier said than done--he was starting to think they might have ended up in different times--but still, the Estimated range was fifteen to twenty years, so that was only five max before they met up, right?

Hardison had gotten right to work. Ads in every major newspaper in the heartland cost plenty, but he had years of criminal practice on top of knowing what tech to invest in, so he really wasn't that worried. He guessed Eliot would be betting on sports games, like in Back to the Future. Parker... well, it was hard to guess where she was. Once he and Eliot met up, they'd have to wait for her to get to them. He did have a few things to do, first.

He knocked on Nana's door, feeling like maybe he ought to be wearing a bow tie. 

"What is it? You from the county?" she asked, when she opened the door. He could see behind her a few curious faces, including his own. Damn, he'd been so tiny. 

"Yes, Ma'am," he said brightly. He could remember this day, vaguely. The box he held was more familiar than his adult face. "I'm here to install your new computer."

"I didn't order any computer," Nana said. "Run your scam someplace else."

"It's not a scam!" he heard his own voice say. "I entered a contest at school."

He had. And he'd lost. Stupid Jake Puckett had won, a kid who could have easily afforded a computer. Alec hadn't known that though, until Hardison'd checked idly. And he wasn't about to just let all of history change. Well, all his own history. 

"You got some proof of that?" Nana asked, and Alec went  scampering off to his room to find his copy of the essay.

Satisfied with the expertly forged documents (wow! it was much easier to forge past documents when you were in the time they were from!) Nana let him in and pointed to a corner desk near an outlet. 

"You ever use your own one of these?" Hardison asked Alec, who shook his head. " just the one at school. I really won?"

"Sure did. Now, let me show you what this thing can do."

~

Eliot stood at the edge of the field, a newspaper crumpled in his hand. Hardison was in Boston, if the ad was right, and of course the ad was. No one else put that much effort into a coded message. 

He watched the football fly. In two weeks, the kid throwing it would be on a bus to boot camp. He closed his eyes. There were options.  Kid wouldn't believe him, of course. There were no secrets yet, to spill as proof. And he was too stubborn to buy the warning.  A good solid tackle, though. Break his arm bad enough...

He'd thought about it. And then about the what ifs. The blood would still be spilled, he knew that. Someone else would end up on Moreau's chain. Someone else would end up with a half dug grave for Flores, and maybe keep digging it.  Everything he'd done for money, the money'd go to someone else. Job might not get done, or it might. 

He'd be there for his mother's funeral. He'd miss Katherine Clive's. Rebecca Ibanez.  the way the drinking might have gone... he'd miss Nate Ford's.  He'd go to school, like his dad wanted, never play college ball. Study something-- art history, maybe -- but no, that was him now. Not him then. Him then would be angry and broken. Him then wouldn't have... his people.

He crumped the paper further. "Dammit, Hardison," he said quietly, and walked away. 

~

Parker had a code. Some things, you just didn't do. Some were big and flashy and obvious. Some were smaller, quieter. 

Hardison would say she shouldn't do this, she knew, and she usually listened to Hardison. He knew what he was talking about, most of the time. You can't change the past. That'd been part of the lecture before they'd gone to steal the time machine.  You can do things, sure, but you always did them. 

Well, Parker hadn't done this. No one had, back the first time she'd lived through this day. But she was doing it anyways, breaking his rule and her own. You don't steal from kids who don't have anything. 

Carefully, she picked the lock on the child's bicycle chain. 

[sillygoose067]

Charles's Angel(s)

Ch. 45

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Author's Note: Short and sweet (hopefully). Fluffy(ish), talk of influencers and influencer trips. Basically a whole chapter of y/n and Kika.

While “talking sense into you” certainly did not include caressing and making love to you in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, it did empower you to gain enough confidence to pack some of your more fashionable clothes for your impromptu trip.  

“Aren’t you going to miss me?” you pout at Charles. “It’s almost like you want me to leave.” You feign hurt, making your boyfriend frantically grasp for comforting words.  

“No, baby, it’s not like that– I just...” 

You laugh, placing a hand on his chest and pushing up on your toes to peck his cheek. “I’m just joking, Herve. Relax.”

…

Of course, Charles takes the liberty of dropping you off at the airport, where an overexcited, jittery Kika is waiting for you.  

"Okay, we need to have some ground rules.” 

“What do you meaaaan? I’m going on a trip to have fun. There’s no ‘rules’ in ‘fun’!” 

However, your boyfriend is super serious when he cuts you off. “No staying out too late, no getting too drunk without Francisca around, no taking things from strangers, no forgetting to video call me every night, and no not having fun,"  he finishes counting off his fingers.  

“Okay, dad” 

“One more snippy comment, and I’ll show you how brats get treated.”

 "Byeeee,"  you wave and blow a kiss to your boyfriend, who’s standing at the gate, arms grossed, shades on, and looking like the epitome of rich, golf dad. Or maybe Daddy. Definitely looking like a rich Daddy. But like, a rich, racecar driver kind. That you already bagged. You smile to yourself at that. 

…

The flight was alright, but you were in first-class with Kika, which meant you were asked to join her when she filmed the entire time; the food and reviews, drinks, shows, getting un-ready, and getting ready before landing. Obviously, you’d never done any of those things on a plane before, too worried about the looks you’d get from the other passengers. But having someone else do it with you definitely took away a lot of the anxiety, and you had lots of fun doing the skincare with your friend.  

“Wow. This is what people come to see when they visit Bali?” you ask, blown away by the beautiful sights.  

You’re led away by Kika until the two of you reach a top-tier hotel, where you’re checked into a single room. Ooooh, like sleepover, your inner child giggled.  

Then the next few days, you go through the motions, following Kika’s instructions and getting thoroughly surprised when an extra care package is sent to the hotel– for you. You read the little note inside.

“Dear Y/n, 

We are honored that you have decided to join us on this trip and would like to announce that we’d like you to become an ambassador for our humble company. An established young woman and talented artist like you is bound to make an impact on the world, and we’d simply like to be a part of the journey. 

Thank You,

[A company that you’d like to collaborate with’s name]”

As Kika reads the note over your shoulder, she embraces you out of sheer excitement. “Oh my god! They want you to be an ambassador?!?!? That’s such a cool opportunity! They only asked me to try on and recommend their products, but if they asked you to be an ambassador, that means they either really like the content you filmed with me or you're famous.” She looks at you suspiciously. “Are you famous?”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Uhm, a little bit? Do you… not know what I do for work?”

“Girl, you’re famous, and you didn’t tell me?!?”

“Okay, I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself here… I’m not that famous. Just within the industry, but it’s not like the world knows me.”“Well, now they will,"  a cunning smile creeps onto her beautiful face. “Come, let me see what you brought. We need to dress you in the most stylish clothes possible. And then send pictures to your darling boyfriend to drool over.”

[fruitbasketball]

wnba recap 8/15

y’all can go ahead and put on tupac back for this one bc WE BAAAAAAAACKKKK BABY

lemme not waste anybody’s time let’s jump right in ‼️

minnesota lynx vs. washington mystics

we’re gonna start off real cutesy real demure w this one bc the other games tonight were… something…

YO SLIM’S BACK??? OH HEYYYYY KIRA OKAY YEAH MYSTICS UP

except not because they lost but we’re getting there! still spectacularly ass fgp and 3pfg WOW!! paige bueckers, YOU are a washington mystic 🤩🤩🤩

a warm welcome back to miss alanna smith and miss napheesa collier from the 2024 paris olympics 🥰 (guys i’m trying to use more emojis are we fw it??) anyway great production from the lynx starting five except miss bridget carleton. girl… let’s get more than 4 if we’re gonna be on the floor for a full 29… goddd bless

phoenix mercury vs. chicago sky

it’s always some shit with that chennedy carter huh?? LORD 💀💀💀 lemme not speak on it too much but sometimes we don’t need to be yapping on the internet!! sometimes we js needa hoop!! and that’s okay 😭😭😭

double double miss angel reese thank you! also side note: those 2k scores… y’all just lazy!! come on caitlin clark and angel reese cannot BOTH be a 90. THREE rookies cannot be tied at an 80 y’all need to start being fr oh my LORD!! i am TIRED!!! put in the work when you speak on women’s sports or don’t speak on them at ALL!!!

ANYWAY

4-19 from 3… 🤨🤨🤨 aight bro if you say so

fuckin crazy work from 3 tonight man EVERYBODY get back in the gym maybe tupac not back 😭

NVM KAH 30 PIECEEEE 🗣️🗣️🗣️ THAT’S 29 FROM KAHLEAH COPPER ICE PHILLY THANKKKKK YOU

real talk the mercury absolutely dominated on efficiency here; both fgp and 3pfg above 50%, taking smart shots, moving the ball assisting on 26 of 33 shots - merc look good y’all i can’t lie 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

welcome back to our olympians of course: dee, bg, kah - we missed youuu 🤭

new york liberty vs los angeles sparks

y’all need to be so for real.

just say you want another blonde bitch in LA. JUST SAY YOU WANT ANOTHER FUCKIN BLONDE BITCH IN LA

you got blown out. by 35 POINTS???

THIS is cali hoops now???? mannnn someone call lisa tell her what they’re doing to her team over in socal 😃 bc what the fuck

also when tf did crystal sign to the sparks bro what�� always some shit going on w this team bruh stfg

point here is the liberty dominated in every possible aspect of the game - they shot smarter, shot better, rebounded more off the defensive glass, protected the ball, forced more turnovers, pushed the pace, destroyed in the paint, didn’t let the sparks pick up a lead even ONCE

complete game from the liberty tonight - this was a playoff performance

stewie heard some mfker talking crazy on her name ig

i mean this is just complete domination like… i’d be embarrassed

anyway more to come 🙏🏽 thank y’all for tuning in imma call it a night

[mynameismckenziemae]

You can’t convince me that Jake doesn’t have a pregnancy kink…..the further along the better for him

💯

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, pregnancy, oral (f receiving).

2 weeks. 14 days. 336 hours. 20160 minutes. That’s how much time is left until Natasha’s due date. The pregnancy had thankfully been a breeze until the last trimester when she’d been reassigned to administrative work and was bored almost to tears.

To make matters worse, Jake’s been deployed since she’s been on desk duty and was supposed to have been back 6 days ago. Not only was he missing all the appointments, the growing belly, and big kicks, but Nat’s already high sex drive kept increasing the further along she got; her fingers and toys just weren’t cutting it anymore.

Her frustration with everything; Jake being gone, her body no longer felt like hers, being grounded…it all finally bubbled over when she’d asked Simpson if there had been any word on when the squad would be coming home.

“I’m sorry Lt. Trace, you know I’m not at liberty to say,” he says, looking genuinely apologetic.

“I’m due in just over 2 weeks sir. I could go into labor at any time. I will not be happy if I have to deliver without my husband here,” she replies lowly, but then her lip starts to tremble and tears fill her eyes.

Simpson visibly gulps, uncomfortable more from her tears than her threats. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you, sir,” Nat sniffs, smiling as he walks away.

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Natasha startles awake from her nap the following evening when the door unlocks.

“Nat?! I’m home! Where are-oh wow,” he breathes when he spots her on the couch, wearing one of his old UT shirts and plain black cotton panties.

He drops his bag and rushes over, pressing his lips to hers before dropping to his knees to kiss her round belly next.

“I missed you both so much,” he whispers hoarsely, the guilt heavy in his voice.

“We missed you too,” Nat smiles, running her hand through his hair.

He lifts her shirt and his eyes darken as her swollen belly is exposed. “Fuck, mama. Look at you.”

Nat pulls the shirt the rest of the way off and smirks as his gaze rakes over her breasts hungrily.

“Goddamn. Your tits, they’re huge,” he breathes. “Can I touch?”

She nods, “Just be gentle. They’re still sensitive.”

He gently palms her left and they groan in unison when he sucks her left nipple into his mouth. He alternates between the two with gentle nips and sucks.

“Just like that, Jake. I’m gonna-“ she keens as she orgasms for the first time from nipple stimulation alone.

“Holy shit,” he pants.

“I told you they’re sensitive,” she laughs breathily.

“Guess so. How about here?” He smirks and he rubs her over the soaked cotton of her underwear. “Sensitive here too?”

“Please Jake, touch me,” she sighs, bringing her hands to her breasts to replace his.

She gasps as he fists her underwear by her hip and rips the fabric before shoving the scraps out of the way.

“Jake! Those were comf-oh, ohmygod!” She protests but it dies on her tongue as he licks a stripe through her arousal.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more to replace ‘em,” he murmurs against her pussy before tonguing her clit.

“I need-finger me baby…yeah, yeah like that,” she cries when he obliges.

He groans as he palms himself through his flight suit while he devours her, pushing them both closer to their climax.

Her back arches as her sounds of pleasure reach a crescendo as she reaches her orgasm.

A strangled groan leaves Jake when he cums unexpectedly in his flight suit as a gush of her release coats his chin

“Now take me to bed and fuck me,” Nat pants, lifting his chin.

“Uhh…let me clean up and I’ll gladly do so,” he chuckles, pink tinging his cheeks.

“You came? Just from eating me out?” She asks, eyes wide as she glances at the growing wet spot.

“Couldn’t help it. Your tits are incredible, this perfect round belly carrying my baby,” he shudders, pressing a kiss to the taut skin. “So fucking’ beautiful.”

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“17 texts and 32 missed calls?” Nat laughs as she checks her phone in bed.

“I was so scared you were in labor,” Jake says later as he rubs her stomach later, after another 2 rounds. He smiles in awe when he feels his son kick.

“What? Why?”

“We weren’t supposed to be getting back for another 3 days, but Cyclone sent the SeaHawk to the carrier to take me, Bradley, and Bob back early for some reason. Bob and Bradley got in touch with Sunny and Row right away so I knew it wasn’t them.”

Nat laughs as she tells him about her conversation with Cyclone the day prior.

“Apparently the tears worked.”

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[tanith-rhea]

Hi!! Can I request a Larissa x teacher!reader where reader has younger siblings so they understand the references, jokes, and slang that the students use so they get along well with them. Larissa hears reader talking to the students one day and is confused, but reader finds it adorable and tease Larissa a little (in the lighthearted way). Thanks!!

From Newark to Burlington #2

Hey, anon! I won't lie, I was sneaky with this one. I loved your request and thought the liveliness would go just perfect with my From Newark to Burlington reader, so I hope you don't mind I incorporated that in the part 2. It is just a tiny bit more steamy and angsty than I think you envisioned, but there is almost nothing there but lighthearted teasing and fun, so don't worry! I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much! Also, can you tell I don't know half a thing about slangs?

Word count: 2.6k

Larissa Weems is your new boss. Who knew that your crush could get any weirder and more complicated? Congratulations, Universe! Good one!

Being a normie teacher in a school for outcasts was too fun to be allowed. You never thought your students could give you such a good time but when a vampire kid explained the entire Russian Vampire Affair from the early 1920s in vivid detail because their "parents were there" was a treat; or when another described the burning of the meeting house in Jericho itself because they saw it in a vision, chef's kiss.

You were thrilled. Teaching those kids was the most fun you've had for a while in an academic setting. But that was not the only thing keeping your high spirits. Larissa Weems was your new boss.

Could the Universe come up with a bigger joke? How would it surprise you now? Or worst: how could it fuck you over harder than this?

It was unprofessional to fantasize about your employer, but you're sure it was also unprofessional to look that good when stopping by "just to check how things are going."

Your students thought you were afraid of the principal because every time she appeared you looked sickly pale or lost all semblance of coherence while talking. Larissa Weems made you a lusty mess, and you were not having it!

You: Can I take you up on the hot chocolate offer?

You waited a bit for a reply, but Weems was probably busy overworking herself to answer. Her contact name was still "Larissa" from when she typed it into your phone; she wasn't Larissa anymore. Now she was boss, or principal, or headmistress. It was only three weeks, but you missed the flight where she was just the stranger who ruined your jacket and slept on your shoulder.

Larissa: Please do. When would you like to meet? Is 4 p.m. ok?

Wow, replying under ten minutes! Principal Weems was wild today!

You: Perfect. I'll meet you there...

You typed and erased and typed and erased. At the end you sent:

You: Perfect. I'll meet you there, gorgeous x

Was flirting with your boss okay? It was when you didn't know each other, but now it seemed illicit and even more exciting.

She was already there when you arrived, but hadn't ordered. You slipped into the booth with a half-smile, looking up at her beautiful blue eyes.

"Hello there," she had a charming warm smile on her face, looking almost like a proud mother when their child did something kind.

I wouldn't object to calling you mommy. You thought and had to cough to hide your heating face from her.

"I took the liberty of asking for them to keep our drinks warm, they'll bring it over anytime soon," she rested her hand on top of each other on the table "So, how have you been acclimatizing? Are the students warming up to you?" she could not stop being the principal of Nevermore even while on a date. Was it a date? You counted it as one.

"They are soo much fun. I love them all," you beamed at her and a young barista came if two cups of hot chocolate with extra cream "Thank you!-"

"I must say that I was worried they'd be a bit weary of having another normie teacher after the incident of last year. We accidentally employed a radical with plans of destroying the school." she said carefully, her eyes trained on yours.

"Gee, that sound horrible. Was everyone ok?" she seemed to approve of your reaction. Was she testing you?

"One student, unfortunately, died, along with several normies hitchhiking in the proximities, but the teacher and her accomplice were emprisioned."

"I'm so sorry," you reached for her hands, caressing them in a way you hoped was comforting "I swear I don't want to kill anyone. At least while they're all behaving." you joked and immediately regretted it thinking it was too soon to make fun on something so serious, but to your delight and absolute relief, Larissa burst into a fit of laughter, breathtakingly full.

After that, it was much easier to talk. She seemed to drift to other topics instead of school, even sharing that she was almost sure you were the new teacher when you discussed your class plans on the airplane. You joked and attempted flirting a bit, feeling almost frustrated that it was so easy with everyone else but with her, it seemed like you were stepping on a bed of nails, scared she might reject you.

In the end, it was a lot of fun. You were almost sure she wanted you, even if she tried to conceal it, and your hopes were up.

It was the last class of the day and everyone was choosing their seats at the rearranged tables to form four big groups. Today your little hell-sents would recreate historical moments when outcasts advanced in their fight for acceptance in society by building dioramas. They seemed excited enough when you told them and started working as soon as each got their prompt.

About ten minutes into the class, someone politely knocked at the door. How could a knock sound polite you didn't know, but you very much knew who could be the only person to achieve that.

Larissa greeted you with a warm smile, saying she just wanted to pass by to see how everyone was acclimatising to you. Luckily, your students seemed to like you well enough, and when Principal Weems asked what they thought of you so far Enid said, "Professor l/n slays, principal"

Some other students also contributed, complimenting you on how your classes were banging compared to last year's. You didn't like to be compared but couldn't contain the smugness from being the "cool teacher"; maybe having your pest younger siblings was not so bad if you could relate to teenagers more easily.

After hearing the praises, Larissa seemed half-satisfied half-confused. You didn't realize why that was, but quickly forgot about it when she said:

"Also, I meant to ask you after our lovely outing yesterday but ended up forgetting it," she explained "Would you like to visit me later for wine? After dinner, maybe?" she seemed perfectly innocent, but her accentuated Ts and low voice made your stomach lurch nonetheless.

"Of course-" you stopped abruptly, your voice too high and certainly perking up a few students' ears "I would love too. I'll see you at dinner?"

Larissa only nodded, amused, and left you to continue the class.

The class ran smoothly after that. The dioramas were not completely finished but you allowed everyone to pick up on their work the next week, they were having fun while learning and that was all that mattered.

While your students were leaving you started packing up your own things; you would grade in your rooms since they had a more comfortable sitting arrangement. When you were finished and ready to go, you noticed four students still in the room, whispering amongst themselves by the door.

"Hey, guys. Can I help you with anything?" you smiled at the girls, Wednesday, Enid, Bianca and Yoko. Curious how they would be friends, being all so very different from each other.

Enid eyed her companions unsurely before taking a step forward, "We were just wondering... we heard you and Principal Weems talking earlier, and after you seemed very..." she fumbled for words, and Wednesday provided an end to her sentence:

"Out of sorts, in a way. Have you done anything to upset the headmistress?" she arched a brow, very to the point, that girl.

"No, why would you guys think that?"

"You just seemed very bothered, pale and breathing fast. We thought you were in trouble," Yoko provided.

While you discussed, Larissa passed by your class, assuming it was ended and no one would be there beside you, but stopped at the sound of multiple people talking about... was it her name she was hearing?

"Girls, I am not in trouble. Don't worry."

"Then why did you look upset?" Bianca jumped in, in a demanding tone you couldn't blame a siren from sporting. It was rather becoming on her, really.

You debated with yourself what to tell them. Maybe it was that you missed the twins, or maybe the madness you felt for repressing your lust for the principal, but you decided to confide in them.

"Do you really want to know?" you asked in an almost desperate tone, they seemed to thrive by the prospect of gossip and nodded vehemently "I'm just... I'm just... simpingsofuckingmuchforthatwoman" you finished in a rush.

They were quiet for a moment, you didn't know if it was shock, disgust, or just plain simple confusion.

"Called it," Wednesday said.

"What?!" you squeaked.

"I mean it was obvious..." Yoko drawled.

Were they having you on all this time? Just to get the information out of you?

"I completely understand, I mean she's so boujee with her clothes and that air about her"

While you were slowly melting to the ground, Larissa was at levels upon levels of confusion on the other side of the door. What were you talking about? Simping? Boujee? What in heaven was all that?

"How did you know?" you asked in a disbelieving voice.

"The way you look at her? How your face looses all colour? Kinda sus," Enid chirped in. Jesus, you were so obvious, weren't you? Weems probably was just having some fun with you, watching all the different expressions your panicked lusty mind painted on your face.

"Your reaction is fully understandable and supported by us," Wednesday said in her monotone, was she saying they ship you?

"Absolutely, I'm a total stan" Enid agreed.

"Yes girl, she's totally sliving it and you deserve something good, you're the coolest teacher in this school but your awkward-ass baby vibes demand a good mommy," Yoko finished.

At the end of it, you were laughing and joking about how much of a mommy she would be, and Larissa could only gather that maybe you felt intimidated by her and the girls thought you deserved someone better, softer and that didn't make you feel so nervous. She left in a haze of thoughts, thinking about how had she managed to make you uncomfortable when she had only ever tried to flirt and be approachable. Maybe her appearance was too much for you, maybe you two were never going to work because you felt you had no choice but to be responsive and flirt back. She was so very confused, she thought you had a connection but maybe she interpreted it all wrong. Well, she had certainly dealt with disappointment before, you would only add to a long list. She wasn't necessarily sad, it was almost funny actually, she'd just have to deal with the embarrassment of it.

Dinner felt charged. When you waved to the principal, she gave you a curt nod and a smile. You sat beside her to talk, maybe flirt a bit, but she only seemed dismissive of your attempts. It was as if electricity filled your veins and tensed your spine, but not in a fun way. Larissa was weirdly relaxed, almost like you hadn't gone on a date and she had invited you for drinks. She was civil enough, talking with Vlad and Persephone, but the jovial remarks and amused smirk didn't include you.

Later, when you were getting ready to go to her office, you realized your shoulders were still tense. Maybe her behaviour at dinner was she trying to tell you she thought better of it and didn't want you to come. You were almost giving up going when the girl's voices came to your mind, about how they thought your energy balanced so well and your tentative banter was the cutest (according to Enid and very much not Wednesday). If she didn't want you she might as well say it to your face, you decided and marched confidently down the corridor.

"Oh, you came," Larissa greeted you surprised after three curt knocks "I thought you wouldn't want to after all." she seemed eerily calm and polite.

"Why wouldn't I want to come?" you asked genuinely curious while following her inside.

She filled two glasses of red wine, sweet but earthy you realized, and sat on one of the chairs by the fire.

"I'm not prone to dancing around a subject," she said matter-of-factly, looking into the fire "I may have been in the past but I learned it only causes unnecessary discomfort."

You had no idea where this was going, but hey, being direct was a great trait, right?

"I heard you talking to some girls after your last class. I was going to stop by for a chat but ended up listening in."

You felt your face heating up. Had she heard you nonsensically thirsting over her to your students? Jesus Christ, that was so embarrassing. Wait, would she scold you for talking about the principal with them? It would only be fair but you thought the mortification of knowing she heard it was punishment enough, honestly.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" you felt laughter slowly rise from the nervousness "They forced me to tell them, I swear!" now you were laughing, so embarrassed you could only laugh more and by the confused and almost amused expression on Larissa's face it was not helping your case.

She wasn't taking your regret seriously, and thinking it funny wouldn't alleviate any reprimand she might give you.

"I just..." you wheezed "I just had to tell someone" you coughed, cleaning tears from your eyes. You were so desperate.

"I'm upset about it," Larissa said calmly, and that made your laughter slowly subside "But I do agree that it is a bit humorous, if not to me. It is completely fine, really, I just wish you had told me you didn't think about me that way."

She was so put together. What the fuck was she talking about, though?

"What do you mean 'didn't think about me that way'?" you frowned, tilting your head.

She seemed equally confused, "You were discussing how intimidating I was? I believe someone mentioned I was 'boujee'? and 'sliving it'?"

It didn't make any sense to you. What was she talking about? You literally confessed simping for her... unless she didn't know... what it meant?

"And what do you think it means to be those things?" you asked carefully, picking up your wine glass and sipping with an arched brow.

She frowned and accompanied the movement of your hands with her eyes when you put the glass back down.

"Because I remember saying I am a simp for you, which means I would do whatever the hell you asked me and say thank you," her eyes went wide at that, and you smirked, continuing in a lower tone "and boujee means you are so fucking stylish and screams classy mommy all over,"

"And what does sliving mean...?" Larissa replied in a whisper, taking you in with a tight swallow, her hand dropping her own glass of wine on the floor.

"It means," you started, getting up from your chair to walk toward her, silently asking for permission to come close "that you are a glamourous and powerful woman in complete control of your life and consequentially the reason I drink three liters of water a day because I'm always so fucking thursty," you finished sitting in her lap, her hands around your waist.

"How was I supposed to understand that from all the gibberish you were talking?" if ".exe stopped working" was a facial expression, that would be her at that moment and you could not keep from laughing again.

"You weren't," you chuckled, that woman was adorable "Because as I and the girls agree, you are such a mommy" you finished before kissing her with the biggest smile.

I know this was a long time coming, guys, sorry!

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((BRKN - Madison Ryann Ward))

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The rest of the day was far less eventful, which worked for me. I knew I’d need all my mental energy for my breakfast with Xander the next day. I’m not sure when Obie changed his mind on Xan, or even if he did. However, that morning he kissed me on my forehead before dropping me off at Topper’s…

X: Hey.

W: Hi!

X: Sorry I’m late. I got a little turned around.

W: *giggles* I’m just glad you made it. I was starting to think you stood me up.

X: *smirk* The thought did cross my mind… *Walker rolls her eyes* Why’d you choose this place?

W: They make the best Sunset Valleys. I took the liberty of ordering you one. *Xander looks dubious* Trust me!

X: We’ll see… *warm smile* I’ve missed this.

W:  Me too.

X: I’ve missed us… *heavy sigh* I’m sorry I shut you out.

W: Straight to the deep end, huh? *Xander smiles ruefully* In that case, I should be the one apologizing. I left you alone in all—

X: It’s not like I gave you a choice. This isn’t on you.

W: We both know that’s not true.

X: *smirk* Fine. It’s not completely on you.

W: *sad smile* If it weren’t for me, you and Yasmin would probably be married by now. And your baby—

X: Stop. Believe it or not, I wasn’t trying to rehash the last 3 years. It’s done. Ok? You and me? We’re good.

W: *skeptically* Just like that?

X: Just like that… *shy smile* Plus 4 months of therapy, give or take.

W: *shocked* What?! Um… uh… wow.

X: *chuckles* Yup.  

W: No, that’s great. I mean…. I just… *deep breath* Not quite sure how to respond to this one.

X: *smirk* Say you’re happy for me.  

W: Of course! Of course, I am! I mean, is it helping? Do you feel more yourself?

X: Depends on the day, but, yeah. Dr. Miyazaki’s been very helpful.

W: If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I wish it wasn’t necessary, but—

X: Even if we never happened, it was necessary. Something inside of me broke long before all of this… but I’m figuring it out. And Dr. Miyazaki has been great. Coco too. She can be brutal, but I appreciate her.

W: Coco?? Coco from Jackalope Jane’s, Coco? *wide eye excitement* Are you two—

X: *laughs heartily* Not even close!

And just like that we were on to the current day…

[somethinginthewayiam]

Part of the business

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a/n: from here on out we're pretty much following the plot of season 6 with creative liberties.

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 2362

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), mentions of alcohol, a bit smutty

Summary: Chibs waits in front of your apartment to talk business. You use the chance to also ask him where you two stand. He has his own way of answering you...

link to my masterlist and previous parts

It was a weird couple of weeks. The work at CaraCara seemed to fizzle down. There were only a few scenes shot per week by now. Lyla had started working for Diosa, an escort service. She wasn’t one of the girls but helped the owner, called Nero, managing the ladies and the house.

You missed seeing her at work every day but you spent some of your free time with her and you still saw each other at your yoga classes.

The other weird thing was that Bobby hadn’t come over to the warehouse in a while. You were managing the books on your own by now, but he had taught you a lot over the past couple of months. Managing the books for a porn production that was owned by the M.C. wasn’t always done by the book, but you were good at it and the voice of concern you had in the beginning got lower and lower by the day until it was just business as usual.

One day when you came home from work early, you were surprised to find Chibs waiting in front of your apartment door. You only stopped for a second when you stepped out of the elevator, a little thrown off by the sight and then continued walking towards him.

Chibs was leaning against the wall next to your door and looked up when he heard the sounds of your steps coming closer.

“Wow, since when has a Son time to wait around for a girl?”, you asked him when you came closer to your apartment door. “Hey, lass”, he greeted you with a kiss when you stood in front of him. When you pulled back, your eyes dropped down to the patch on his chest that looked rather new.

V. President

“I’m here for business”, he told you. “Can we go inside?”, he asked and nodded towards your door.

“You couldn’t afford my rates, honey”, you joked and wiggled your eyebrows at him, but unlocked your door. He followed you inside and closed it again. You put your purse on the little counter in your entrance and kicked your shoes off. You walked into your living room and he entered right after you.

Since you hadn’t expected any company, your laundry was drying on a hanger in the middle of the living room.

“Do you want anything to drink? A Beer?”, you asked him and continued on into the kitchen area that was only separated by a line of counters. “Aye, thanks”, he nodded and stood now in the middle of the room.

When you turned around with two bottles of beer in your hands, you found him studying the rack of clothes.

“I don’t know these, are they new?”, he asked and grabbed a pair of Bordeaux-red panties, holding them up in the air.

“You haven’t seen all my underwear. Also, I don’t have ‘em on for too long anyway when you’re around”, you told him, handed him his bottle and snatched the panties from his other hand to put it back on the rack. You shooed him over to your couch as he kept looking at the bras and panties hanging out to dry and wouldn’t focus.

You both sat down on your couch. Chibs pulled his phone out of his back pocket and put it on your couch table along with his riding gloves. You pulled your legs under and rested your arm on the backrest of the couch. You took a sip from your beer and put it on the couch table.

“Okay, why are you here?”, you asked him. “I guess you know by now that the club is in business with Diosa”, he said, knowing how close you and Lyla were and assuming that she must have told you why she left the production company. Even after Opie she was still deeply connected to the club and did what Jax needed her to do.

Instead of answering him, you just nodded your head. “Jax wants you to work there, too”, Chibs continued. At his words, your eyes got big. “But it’s an escort service. You guys are not seriously expecting me to like work-work there…”, you said and looked at him with squinted eyes while you felt a little knot forming in your stomach.

“We’re not pimping you out, if that’s what ya mean”, Chibs clarified but couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Instead of a comment, you rolled your eyes at him, but you were seriously relieved.

“Jax wants you to take care of their books, too. At least for the club’s investment part of it”, he explained. “Too? Are you not shutting down CaraCara?”, you asked surprised

“Why should we?”, he asked a bit irritated. “Because there are less and less shoots, we have little to no contracts with performers left. Most of the time I’m just sitting around, rubbing one out”, you told him.

His eyebrows jumped up, almost touching his hairline. “Figure of speech, calm down”, you reprimanded him and his dirty thoughts.

“We’re not planning on shutting it down, we definitely want to keep it alive and running. And you’re a big part of it. The club trusts you, that’s why we need you to take care of our investment at Diosa”, he said and you sat up a little bit in your seat. To hear that the club trusted you and needed you to take care of their investment, made you very proud.

“But why do you need me for the books? Wouldn’t it be better if Bobby takes care of the new business?”, you asked. You were proud, not stupid. To have a newbie who wasn’t even a member of the club taking care of a new business seemed rather off for the M.C.

Chibs took a long sip of his beer before he answered you. “Bobby’s taking a little break from the club”, he simply said. “Bobby left the M.C.?”, you asked surprised and leaned forward, your eyes big. “He’s still a Son, but he’s not holding any position within the club right now”, he explained further. It was already more than you thought you would get from him. “Did something happen?”, you asked further and pushed your luck.

Chibs cocked his head to the side and threw you a look that said, “You know I can’t tell you”.

“Is that why you’re wearing the VP patch?”, you asked straight forward. Chibs sighed and you could see in his face that there’s a whole story behind that sigh. A story you will never hear.

You leaned over and took another sip of your beer. You still had some questions on your mind you were a bit afraid of asking but needed answers to.

“You becoming V.P., does that change anything?”, you asked him and played with the label of the bottle, not looking at him.

“What do you mean?”, he replied and you could hear in his voice that he didn’t know what you were getting at.

“Between us”, you mumbled, almost inaudible. It took you a few moments before you dared to look up as he wasn’t saying anything.

You were having sex for a few months now and your inner voice to define shit got louder and louder. He seemed a little distant all of a sudden and your heart sank into your stomach. The look in his eyes was gone as quickly as it had come, though.

Chibs got up from his spot and came over, sitting down next to you. He took the bottle of beer from your hands and put it on the couch table. Then, he put his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He placed one arm across your legs and kept the other arm around your waist. He leaned forward a little and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“We’re having fun, aye?”, he asked as he leaned back to talk to you, moving his head a little to get you to look into his eyes. A smirk pulling at the corners of his lips when you finally looked up and you couldn’t hold back a smile either at the goofy look on his face.

“We’re having a lot of fun”, you affirmed and put your arms around his neck.

“So…”, he said, leaving the rest of the sentence hanging in the air.

“So…we keep doing that”, you finally said with a shrug of your shoulders. You tried your best to make it sound like a statement, a decision that was yours, but it was a question more than anything else. You couldn’t event hold the eye-contact.

“And you’d be okay with that?”, he asked after a few moments, noticing your hesitance. His fingers found your chin and lifted your head up again so you would look at him, his eyes seemingly looking behind yours and straight into your soul.

You weren’t, really, but what was the alternative? Would you like it to be more? Sure. But risking to have nothing with him? No way. You would take whatever he was willing to give you for as long as your heart could take it.

“Yeah”, you simply said but still couldn’t hold the eye-contact for too long. You were afraid he would see the disappointment in your eyes.

“Really?”, Chibs followed up. “Yes”, you confirmed with a firmer voice and even managed a smile. To reassure him further, you leaned in for a kiss.

“Is it weird that you becoming V.P. kinda turns me on?”, you asked when you pulled back, your hand on the nape of his neck, playing with the soft hair at the back of his head. His hand on your thigh squeezed you slightly as a response.

He leaned forward, looking for contact again. His lips brushed against yours, your tongue darting out to lick his lips.

The kiss quickly got more intense and your fingers ran through his hair. Chibs’ hands found his way under your shirt and started to touch every part of your skin he could reach.

The next moment, one of his arms went under your legs while the other cradled your back and suddenly you were beneath him. You spread your legs to have Chibs move between them.

Your hips started bucking up, looking for contact while your fingers found his black beads-necklace, pulling him close to you.

Chibs’ hands pushed your shirt up your stomach and over your breasts, exposing your bra. He buried his face between your tits like he always loved to do. And you loved it because it turned him on so much.

“Filip”, you whined, moving your hands inside his kutte, running your fingers along the fabric of his shirt, starting to unbutton it. “Darlin’”, he growled at your ear and nibbled and sucked at the skin of your neck.

Your hands gave up on his buttons and moved down to the zipper of his jeans, opening his pants and reaching inside. You found his hardening cock, wrapped your fingers around it and started stroking him.

He moved his hips towards you, pushing into your hand. “Fuck, luv”, he growled again and grabbed one of your breasts with his hand that was not supporting himself on the couch next to your body.

“Fuck me, V.P.”, you moaned and bit down on your bottom lip as you pulled him out of his pants. A dirty smirk appeared on his face but only lasted for a second before it dropped again as your hand moved faster on him, adding pressure and changing the angle of your wrist slightly with every move.

Chibs needed both hands to support his body on top of yours while you jerked him off. By the speed of his breathing, you knew that he was getting close. “Come for me, baby”, you urged him on, moaning with him. “Ugh, fuck”, he breathed out and his whole body started to tense up.

And then his phone rang and the loud noise cut through the room.

“Fuck!”, Chibs yelled out in frustration. Your hand had stilled at the interrupting sound. You both looked over at his phone on the couch table. Then you looked at each other again. “Sorry”, he mumbled and you pulled your hand from his pants.

He pushed himself up into a kneeling position and reached for the phone.

“Yeah?”, he blurted into the phone, seemingly angry and tucked himself back into his pants which wasn’t that easy with a hard-on. He got up and started pacing as he talked.

You also sat up and pulled your shirt back down. You grabbed your bottle of beer and took a sip while Chibs was on the phone.

“I have to go, club business”, he announced as soon as he hung up. A word of protest was on your tongue but you swallowed it, there was no chance it would work anyway.

“Alright”, you said as you got up as well. You walked over to him, put your arms around his neck and got on your tiptoes to kiss him. “You take care of your business and I take care of my business”, you said and wiggled your eyebrows at him. He looked at you a bit confused.

“You’re leaving me high and, well, not-so-dry”, you said and looked down at your crotch and back at his face. He couldn’t hold back the smile at your comment but also looked disappointed that he wouldn’t be there to finish what you had started.

You pulled him down by his necklace again and kissed him. “Okay, ride on cowboy”, you said just a moment later, let go of him and slapped his ass. He bent down to grab his riding gloves off the couch table and kissed you again before he walked over to the door.

You followed him and held the door open when he walked through. “Hey Chibs”, you said and he turned around. You pulled your shirt up and exposed your bra to him once more. “One for the ride”, you said with a cheeky smile, stuck your tongue out at him and shut the door in his face with a giggle.

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[paintedhyenadogs]

Based on this post of mine

FIRST PLATE

A Tolaios/Laishuro fic, might write more about it sometime. I liked the concept. So this isn't the last of it.

He couldn't bear the thought of just leaving Falin there, even to get his retainers. What if they failed? What if he took too long? He couldn't bare the thought of loosing her. He turned back to the dungeon. He can't afford to waste anymore time.

"No way am I eating that!"

He knew that voice. Was that...Marcille?

"I would like to get some other ingredients as well,"

Aaand thats Laios. Did they not go back and get any supplies first? Well, Laios is her brother, that would make sense... Wait, what are they eating that would cause such a big reaction from Marcille?

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How did he get roped into this again?

"Oh, Shuro is that you? Over here! Lets eat together! We gotta be prepared before saving Falin after all!"

"You came at a great time, Shuro! You get to eat this Scorpion Hotpot with us!" Ugh, he'd beg to differ. His name isn't 'Shuro' either. Honestly, why does he put up with this guy? How the hell is this guy even related at all to, Falin? "Oh wow! This tastes great!" He's pulled back into reality with that loud remark from, Marcille. "Shuro, you need to try this!" She says, holding out a bowl towards him. "Uh..." He can't say no, it wouldn't be polite, but he doesn't want to eat this monster hotpot either. Reluctantly, he took the bowl from her hands, taking a small sip of the broth, readying himself for the worse.

"Oh. This tastes great,"

"Isn't it? It's crazy how preparation can make something taste so different!" Laios exclaimed excitedly, gulping down his own meal. Even if he had his own reservations, he couldn't deny that he was correct. This was delicious. Not to mention a better alternative to stocking up on rations for the dungeon. Before, he couldn't even entertain the thought of eating a monster, but now, he wonders what else he's missed by not even thinking of it as an option.

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"My name is Senshi, it means seeker in Dwarven,"

Ten years in the dungeon? He couldn't even begin to imagine how hard that would've been. How can someone live in a dungeon for that long? While in his own thoughts, he realises that Laios has already taken the liberty to introduce all of them, which means this apparently new member of their group is also going to be calling him 'Shuro'. How wonderful.

"Shuro? Aren't you coming?" Huh? Where they already going into the dungeon already? Wait, why is he included? He wants to decline, but the thought of Falin flashes into his mind. They're going to find Falin too, and it wouldn't be wise to go alone, especially because he neglected to get his retainers. Even if he has his own opinions on Laios, Falins safety is far more important than that. Not to mention that Laios seems to be far more well versed in monsters than anyone else in the party. That's a good skill to have, and he can't afford to lack that.

"Yes. I'll just be a moment,"

And just like that they set off into the depths of the dungeon. To find and defeat the red dragon, to save Falin.

[archiveikemen]

"Mobius Chord" Main Story Prologue: Chapter 10

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(Sui-kun’s address was impressive.)

The scale of this event couldn't compare to that of a graduation ceremony, but the big hall was still filled with people. 

Sui-kun looked so dignified giving his speech at the party in place of the graduation ceremony we never had. 

Kuga: Sui’s a really capable person. 

Kakihara: I’m so touched! Sui-cchi is acting proper like a human!

Shina: … In order to guarantee that you’ll still wake up to see the sun tomorrow, I’m going to pretend I didn't hear that. You’re both done for if Sui hears it. 

I somehow found myself surrounded by these three while helping myself to the buffet. 

I glanced around the venue but couldn’t spot Kamiya-san or Miyamoto-san. 

(They must be busy…)

I wondered when was a good time to see myself out of the party while watching the noisy preparations in a corner.  

(Next up must be Lit’s performance.)

Shina: Oh! Sui, you're back! 

Sui: … Yeah. 

Koto: Your speech was amazing! You were so dignified. 

Kakihara: You spoke so smoothly even without a script~

Kuga: There’s definitely power in Sui’s voice. Feels like it just flows into your ears. 

Sui: It’s nothing. 

Sui-kun spoke while shoving a commemorative gift into Shina-san’s hands.

Sui: My job here is done. I’m leaving. 

Shina: … Sui. 

(Shina-san too… he knows someone’s coming on stage. Maybe it’s Lit…)

— Just then.

The lights suddenly dimmed and the spotlight was on…

Go Miyamoto: … This is Miyamoto from the 100th batch of graduates. I am a member of the entertainment industry and manage an agency… 

(Ah, it’s Miyamoto-san… he’s here.)

Miyamoto-san continued his speech in a polished manner, it was almost as impressive as Sui-kun’s. 

He introduced Lit, the group of promising new artists whose debut was delayed due to the catastrophic event that shook the world that spring. 

Miyamoto: And now, we present to you a preview of their new song which will be released next month. 

At Miyamoto-san’s signal, Lit began their performance on the simple stage setup. 

Shina: Wow. Lit’s gotten really good.

Sui: …

Kakihara: Hmm, hm. The guy playing the drums isn't bad. 

Kuga: I like the lower tone. 

(The song has a nice flow and Kei-kun’s voice sounds more refined than before. I wonder if he’s been taking vocal lessons?)

Although their new song sounded hard, it had a rhythmic tempo and a melody that was easy to remember…

Simply put, they sounded like professionals. Still, I felt like something was missing. 

(Feels like Lit’s true potential isn’t being displayed fully… I wonder what’s wrong…) 

At that very moment.

(Ugh… ah… argh…!?)

A headache struck me with an intensity I had never experienced before, and images started flashing in my mind.

They were blurry and hard to make out, but were something terrifying. 

Then came a ringing sound so loud it hurt my eardrums… 

(Nn… ugh…)

All eyes were focused on the stage, no one noticed my face turning pale.

(If this goes on… I’ll collapse…)

My mind was oddly calm, I could picture page 56 of the manual titled “How To Manage An Acutely Ill Person”.

But my palms were dripping with sweat and a chill ran down my spine. 

The images kept flashing before my eyes over and over again…  

(What… what’s going to happen next…!?)

[aboyshapeddog]

WIP ⚠️

A new kind of Bliss

Relationships: Staci Pratt/Jacob Seed

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Drug Use, DubCon, Rough S❈x, kind of a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat moment, Smut, Scent Kink if you squint, Abuse

Staci was no stranger to the effects of Bliss, clouding his mind around the edges while still keeping him focused. He thought it even improved his trial performance on an occasion or two, but that would never be enough reason for him to try it recreationally. Still, he didn't exactly have a choice when Faith came to him with a tester batch she needed some "volunteers" for. But now, the world in a different kind of haze, Staci almost had the mind to regret his decision. He felt, drunk maybe? Warm, definitely. Dizzy. And . . . Slow. This wasn't like the bliss he'd tried before, this felt like it could get messy. He had to really lock in.

This feeling hadn't fully crossed Staci's mind before he found himself in Jacobs office, still holding his clipboard, and stumbling far closer to Jacob than any sane man in the camp would attempt. But the deputy couldn't bring himself to care. Everything seemed funny, Jacobs scowl and harsh tone, what was he even saying? Jacob was so much closer now, leering down at Staci. It didn’t frighten him this time, he felt-

"Did you hear a single word I said?” Staci looked around the room, as if he’d find some clue to piece together everything he’d just missed, as if there were anyone else Jacob could’ve been talking to. "Umm, No." The taller mans jaw clenched, and he puffed out a slow stream of air from his nostrils. It was funny again. "No, Sir.", he corrected himself. Jacob was talking again, but it blurred to background noise as Pratt focused on the tightly crossed arms in front of him, angry red fingers flexing into biceps, biceps shifting the fabric of Jacob’s thin cotton t-shirt.

When did he have time to find shirts that fit so well, maybe that was part of his intimidation tactics- “Pratt.” Staci’s train of thought was cut abruptly as Jacob had grabbed the younger man, calculatedly rotating his arms, holding his head still by the jaw, examining him like an owner might an injured dog "What the hell is wrong with you?" The Herald paused, looking into Pratt's eyes; slow to focus on anything, the Deputy’s dark eyes darker for the size of his pupils. "Fucking Bliss", Jacob couldn't count how many times he'd said that this week alone. With Hope County's favorite law enforcement running around causing more trouble than they were worth, the youngest Seed had taken the liberty of green-lighting the testing faze of her “Experimental Bliss Recipe- different strengths for . . . different uses, don't worry your pretty head too much Brother"; her own little MKULTRA, and that in itself was worrying. This was more worrying.

Staci leaned in to the touch, half for stability, and half for something he didn’t have the mind to think too hard about. Jacob watched as Staci almost nuzzled into his hand, big eyes blinking slowly up at him, defenseless. He was quiet then, something in his gut twisting, his tongue going dry in his mouth as the Deputy stepped closer, smelling him. Staci let out a little laugh- fuck he had to be out of his mind. “Wow, you smell really good.”

He felt like a fox in the hen house. No. He was a wolf with a little rabbit hopping around, right in front of his teeth. He felt big, and strong, like this poor little thing was completely at his mercy; and he liked feeling big. “Pratt”, he warned before catching himself “Wake up.” The slap was sharp, caught along with Staci’s jaw in his other hand, it had to have made the Deputy’s ears ring. Jacob put his teeth away.

“OW!” Staci whined loud, shaking his dopey head like the pain would fall out. Of all the begging and writhing he’d managed to tear from Pratt, this was the most pathetic. It made his blood hot. Even now, they both felt the space between them was far too small. “You are out of it.” Jacob had barely finished speaking before Staci’s“uhhh, yeah” cut him off, “Faith stopped by today, she told me-“ the Deputy’s eyebrows creased “she told me. . .” he looked off, genuinely separated from his train of thought just a moment ago, smiling. “oh, what were we talking about?”

Jacob had to remind himself that he didn’t have time to waste on trivial things, this included. “You’re going to the cage, to sleep this off”, he stated as more of a decree than a conversation piece. Soldiers are no good to him if they can’t think for themselves; Well, no good if they can’t take direction. He grabbed Pratt by the collar of his shirt, and started dragging him back to the door.

“Wait, WAIT!” Pratt’s poor little rabbit heart must be beating out of his chest. “Jacob PLEASE not again, don’t do that, DONT DO THIS TO ME. I’ll-I’ll be good, I was good. I listened to Faith.” The Seed couldn’t pretend he didn’t like seeing Pratt squirm, or try to barter with him like he had a leg to stand on. That tiny bit of fight against someone he couldn’t dream of beating, the display made him hot all over again.

“Good.” Jacob paused, and everything paused,“You have been good haven’t you.” The air couldn’t’ve been stiller. Pratt’s heartbeat in his own ears almost overtook the sound of Jacob’s voice. “Yeah. Yes Sir. I have. I really have.” It sounded like a prayer. Both of Staci’s hands came to cup around Jacob’s own and it felt like one. Down flat on his ass, panting, pulse racing, and looking up with those ditzy, wet, dark eyes. Jacob repositioned himself as he spoke. “You did what Faith asked of you, and then you came right back to me; Isn’t that right?” He had his hands on the younger man again, one now holding firm by Pratt’s throat, the other brushing stray hairs and a tear from his face. “Yes, Sir.” He must’ve started crying when Jacob mentioned the cage. “I want to be good. Please.” It came out as a whisper but oh this was new. Pratt didn’t ask for things, he asked NOT for things when he was desperate. Don’t kill me, Don’t starve me, please Don’t lock me up again. As much as it pissed him off it also intrigued him, the Deputy would never be this talkative with him. There must be something real special about this new bliss. Even with his brain working at what seemed like half speed he still knew to obey, to grovel, and Jacob hadn’t missed how when Staci wasn’t cowering he seemed to be devouring the oldest Seed with his eyes. Drooling. What exactly had Faith done to him?

“Please what, Peaches.” that was it, he’d loved using the attack animal’s name for Pratt, to rub a little dirt in the wound when he had to follow some particularly vicious orders. It didn’t seem to take that effect. As if he hadn’t just been slapped and dragged, Pratt’s wet eyes stayed glued hot on Jacob’s hands as he licked his lips, not yet coming up with an answer.

Jacob grunted, turning to unravel himself from the Deputy before he was interrupted by a shaky hand moving to his thigh, he inhaled sharply. This, he was not expecting. “Please can I-“ it was taking everything in Staci to get the right words out, he finally made eye contact with Jacob again “-would you let me be good for you, Sir?”

Staci didn’t know what he was expecting but it wasn’t a hand massaging through his scalp. The younger man slowly opened the eyes he didn’t realize he had shut, and took in Jacob’s expression; mouth slightly parted in minute but unmistakable shock, then closing fast into his normal mask of stoicism. “And how do you plan on doing that for me, Deputy?”

Staci straightened himself out on his knees, now directly in front of Jacob. Staci focused on his hands, moving them achingly slowly up Jacob’s calves, delicately into the pits of his knees, and up backs of his thighs; two sets of eyes locked onto his movements. He switched to one hand then, steadying the right to hold the older man in place, and the left continuing up the front of the taller man’s well worn jeans; stopping to rub hard with his thumb, and tracing circles on the meat of Jacob’s upper thigh. He could feel the muscles twitch under his hands; Staci licked his pink, chapped, lips. It was like the fear earlier had cleared the fog from his mid, he had to be insane to seriously go through with this; he took a steadying breath.

Now Staci was looking up at his captor with tear dried cheeks, through wet lashes. Jacob felt his teeth come out.

Staci’s hand moved inch by inch to the zipper, like any moment God would strike him down for his trangressions. He was almost right, in a moments notice Jacob made quick work of finishing the job himself, batting Staci’s hand away and replacing it with his own. Jacob unzipped his pants and used his grip, now in Staci’s hair to pull his face right up against his exposed grey boxers. “Is this what you wanted, Pratt? Is this why you came in here? Hmm?” His voice was low, and growly, Pratt could feel it as much as he could hear it. The nodding of his head was so slow and minute Jacob thought he could’ve been seeing things. “I need an answer, Pratt.” He was just gloating at this point, his apparently drug-dumb attack dog was practically salivating at the sight of his boxers. Too slow to even compute what he’d gotten himself into. Pratt pulled his nose from its position crushed against the larger man’s pubic bone, not before inhaling his scent deeply, “Yes, Sir.”

Jacob ran his thumb over Pratt’s bottom lip and pushed, guiding his mouth open, “That’s a good boy, Peaches.” He ran his thumb slowly down to the Deputy’s chin, cupping it and using his leverage to push his cock down the man’s throat. Staci choked immediately, tears filling his eyes again. He kept them on Jacob, he smiled “Such a good boy.” Shallow thrusts invaded Staci’s mouth, he felt like he would explode. His own cock completely stiff was trapped behind the fly of his jeans, agonizing him with every minute push.

Jacob pulled himself out fully, giving Pratt a minute to cough and suck in some deep breaths “You want me to cum in your fuckin throat, Peaches? Or on your pretty little face?” He punctuated the last sentence by slapping his spit slick cock against the Deputy’s cheek. “On my-“ he panted for breath he couldn’t hold, “on my uh-“ Jacob didn’t wait, “Wrong answer, Pratt.” He shoved himself back into Pratt’s mouth and fucked it the same way he would any toy, drinking in the wet choking, whining, and moaning he could hear through the muffle in his prey’s mouth. Drool coated Staci’s chin and dropped on to the floor below them. “I see you getting messy boy, you’re not gonna lose a drop of this though are you?” Staci was too busy trying to figure out how to hump his own legs to care when Jacob manually moved his head up and down in a nod up and down on his cock. “Fuckin Christ” The Herald groaned, picking up his pace. “Heh.” He panted. “Be a good boy a swallow all this down for me, Pratt.”

He came down Staci’s throat with a few rough pumps, the Deputy’s throat spasming trying to accommodate all that was forced down. Staci could swear it was going to start coming out of his nose. But then just as soon as it started, Jacob had pulled out and tucked himself away, breathing heavy through his nose. “Fucking hell, Pratt” he sighed, taking in Staci’s own situation, feeling generous.

“You want any help with that, Deputy?”, he was gloating again. He didn’t wait for an answer. Lifting the deputy up to his feet with one arm across his chest, he freed his cock from the tight jean zipper. The air in the room was shocking cold to his hot sweaty skin. “Oh and would you look at that.” Staci turned away from himself, shutting his eyes again, completely embarrassed. The head was shiny, and wet partly down the shaft from the precum that oozed in Staci’s boxers.

Jacob’s free hand shoved two fingers in Staci’s mouth, soaking them in his thick saliva; he then spit in his hand for good measure before gripping Staci’s cock.

Staci mewled and Jacob bit him, hard, teeth sinking into the junction between his neck and shoulder, and he began pumping his fist around Staci hard and fast. The Deputy’s squirming wouldn’t do much, energy exhausted and horny beyond belief, all Staci could do was drool, whine, beg, and try not to let his knees give out. It wasn’t long before he was cumming to, the overstimulation, the sensitivity, and Jacob’s hot grunts into his neck all pushed him over the edge with a toe curling orgasm.

The Herald helped him down to his knees and tucked him back into his pants, kissing the angry red bite he had left Staci as a souvenir. Jacob exited and re-entered to room as Staci continued trying to calm his breath, a roll of paper towels was dropped at his side. “Clean this up.” Staci waited a moment before speaking, throat raw from use, and still catching his breath“Yes, Jacob”.

The oldest Seed checked himself in the mirror before readying to leave, “And don’t come in to my office high again. Or i’ll do you much, much worse.” The pause this time was organic, Staci shocked into momentary silence before cracking a smile. “Yes, Jacob”.

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A Warning

Pairing - Matt Murdock x gn!reader

Summary - Uh oh! Matt is worried about you, taking the liberty of inviting himself into your home

Warnings - lots of Y/N use, home invasion?!

A/N - dudes this was one of my first stories like ever and i don’t know if i like it. comments and suggestions are welcome and appreciated:)

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You had just came home from what seemed like the longest mission in all of human kind. You expected everything to be as it was and to see everything as you left it. Perfect.

What you didn't expect was your door to be open. You knew for a fact that you locked and dead bolted your door before leaving your apartment complex. You were 100% certain.

Preparing for the worst, you grabbed your extendable batton and stepped closer to your apartment door. You placed your back against the wall and gently swung the door open. You quietly tiptoed in and looked for signs of life.

You looked first in the kitchen, the room that the front door opens too. Making sure to make no noise, you checking your knifes. Nothing was missing. Thank God.

Next you made your way through the long hall towards the bathroom. You opened the door and used your extended batton to push back the shower curtain. Nothing.

The last place you checked was your living room. You didn't bother with the bedrooms because by the time you were done with the bathroom, you heard very quiet movement. You raised your batton, ready to swing, when suddenly a large figure stood before you.

You swung and made a direct hit at the side of the head. At least you thought so. Instead you felt a pair of hands on the other side of your batton, holding it still.

"Wow. What a way to say 'Hello'. Nice to see you again Y/N." said the pair of hands on the other side of the batton.

You recognized the voice immediately. Quickly you swung the batton out of their hands and collapsed it. "Murdock. What are you doing here so late?" To be fair that was a stupid question because in the moonlight streaming in from your big windows, you saw his Devil horns knowing he was on patrol once more.

"I don't know. Just thought I'd come visit. I kept knocking on your door, but I didn't get a response, so I let myself in. I hope you don't mind." he said with a smirk.

You glared at him hoping that he could feel the glare even though he couldn't see it.

"Ha ha. Very funny. I thought I told you I was on a mission and wouldn't be back for a few weeks?"

"Oh you did. I just figured you'd be back by now, or soon so I decided to surprise you."

You were confused. Matt and you were friends but you weren't the closest. So him just barging in and waiting for you like this was weird.

"What are you thinking about over there Y/N?"

"This doesn't make sense. You and me are friends but not like this? Why are you all of the sudden deciding to just randomly pop in?"

Matt sighed, thinking of the right words before speaking, "I think you're in danger. You've angered a few too many people and I think you should leave until I can get them under control. I don't want to see you hurt, especially from these people. And yes, I know you can protect yourself but I know for certain that they have tricks up their sleeves that neither of us know about. I wanted to warn you, tell you to leave the city until Foggy or I called you."

You stepped closer and took his hand letting him know you were listening and still here. "Thank you for being worried about me. And I would listen to you but I don't have enough energy to process this. I've been gone for 3 weeks and I haven't slept for more than 5 hours in those weeks. How about you stay the night and explain everything to me in the morning. I'll get the guest bedroom set up for you."

"Y/N I don't think that's smart. These guys are quick. They'll know you're back and get us both when we're at our weakest. I can't hear anything strange right now, but I have a feeling they're on their way." Matt sighed, "I think it's in your best interest to take your duffle bag and run. Don't tell me where or how, just run."

You really wanted to stay, but there was a concerning urgency in his voice, something that stopped you from arguing. You lightly squeezed his hand and moved towards your bedroom. Unlocking the door, you grabbed more supplies and clothes and went to the duffel bag you dropped in the hall. You packed everything tight and brought it inside with you to say goodbye.

"I don't know where I'm going yet, but it'll be far from here, I promise." you said with an exasperated breath.

"Thank you. I know this isn't what you want to deal with but it's for your own good. Foggy or I will call you, and I'll let Frank know what's going on too so he can keep an eye and ear out for you. Please call me if there's trouble."

"Of course." You hugged him lightly and made your way out of the door. You had no idea where to go and what to do, but you knew the first step was catching the bus.

As you sat down, you thought of what could possibly be going on, your mind racing before you rested your head on the glass. You decided you’d go and visit some out of state friends, a small smile growing on your face at the thought.