#*looks closer* ah. wtf

[cottoncandysprite]

I need to draw attention to the lil emoji they added to the wwdits tag on Twitter for a second

Laszlo bat. That is all

[bluewhitehues]

Hug Series/ Drabble

Kim Mingyu× F. Reader

Genre: fluff,a very silly drabble, sulky gyu

"Go to your sidechick" mingyu says teasingly when you're bickering about something. He's sitting on the couch and you on his lap.

"What makes you think you're not the one who's sidechick?" You tease him back raising your eyebrows.

His mouth opens in disbelief and he huffs sulking at you, turning his face sideways not looking at you.

"I'm just kidding you're not. Ok?" You say between laughing.

He still isn't looking at you biggest pout on his face as he huffs again.

You squish his cheeks turning his face to look at you pecking his pout "You're my soul ..the love of my life." And you're giving him the sweetest lovesick smile ever so how can he not melt right then and there.

He tries so hard not to smile at you. He's planning on bantering with you more he won't show it even if he's melting from inside he loves when you two bicker.

"Chan is my homie my bud just like he's yours." You say pinching his cheek.

"Yeah he's my homie but i don't remember having a crush on him ever." He says shrugging, the mischievous look clear on his face.

Your eyes go so wide cause you or him haven't mentioned it since you got in a relationship. You know he's just trying to rile you up and it's not a serious issue to worry about. If he had felt anything about it he would have told you directly you know that.

So you gasp getting up from his lap in flash "it was nice knowing you Kim Mingyu. Divorce papers will be sent through my lawyer." And you walk away turning back from him.

And he's laughing at you. He burst out as soon as you said that. "But baby we aren't married." He says getting up to go to you.

You stop in your track, turning back to face him."Oh I see how it is now ..no no I get what you are saying I guess I'm more serious about you than you are." You shrug

His eyes go wide at that ..even if he knows you're kidding, he'd never show himself as someone who isnt serious about you, cause come on the guy literally breaths you not even oxygen,is so damn whipped for you "Noo. Where I'd go if you divorce me ..please don't " He says now seriously giving you the puppiest eyes ever.

"I guess I can give you a chance if you promise me kisses and hugs to make up for it..also endless cuddles in bed " You say shrugging.

And he's smiling sheepishly before he runs the little distance between you two holding you up in his arms tightly.

"Now that's my pleasure baby." He kisses your cheek and then all over your face.."What about something else in bed too?" He says kissing the corner of your lips then looking up at you raising one of his brows with a smirk. "I like the sound of it." You say. And he's throwing you on the bed gently before getting on top of you to tickle you from both of your sides.

"Oh my god gyu wtf ...I knew it ah stop- gyuuu-" You say in between the laughter trying to hold his hands and kicking him with your feet to push him away from you.

"Gyu please-" You whine while giggling so he stops. He looks at you with heart eyes literally as he hovers above your face.

"I love you "He whispers and you just...melt under him. how can you not. No matter how many times he says it,it still feels like the first time ever ,his love keeps growing and he keeps showing it. "I love you too " You say pulling him down for a kiss. He smiles into the kiss causing you too smile as well. You pull him even closer making him loose his balance and fall over you. "Hey-" he says barely pulling back from your lips scolding you a little but you're giggling throwing your head back and he's laughing all over again slapping your side and then getting beside you on the bed. He pulls you so you're on your side and then he's pulling you flush against him. Claiming your lips again.

a/n: idk what did I write hope you like it.

Boyfriend mingyu missing hours are so opennn😭

Masterlist if any of you haven't read hug series you can find it here. 🫶

[arminsumi]

may i request Getou with a clingy reader? Has her on his lap, cradling her, playing with her hair while she naps on him? Playing with his hands just generally almost starstruck by him🙇

I lloovvvve your writing sm 💕💕

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A/N: aaa thank you sugarplum!! hope i delivered eheh i'm still getting used to writing for Sugie <3

Pairing: GETO Suguru x reader

Summary: Geto absolutely indulges in your clinginess 🫠💕

Warnings; nicknames (baby)

— While he's cooking in the kitchen, you float over to him and wrap your arms around his midriff, earning a tender smile from his lips. A moment later, he's grabbing under your thighs and hoisting you up onto the kitchen countertop to give you the kisses you cravingly asked for.

"Baby needs so much love, huh?" he smirks into the kiss, flustering you. "Nah-ah, stay right there. Let me love you."

— He absolutely notices when you stare. "Mesmerized by something?" he teases, "Ah, I'm just teasing, baby. I don't mind if you stare." he winks.

"C'mere, you can get a closer look if you're on my lap." he teases again, chuckling when you don't hesitate to perch yourself on his lap. You can feel how muscular his thighs are, and his arms too, as he engulfs you with a strong embrace and practically cradles you on his lap.

— "You're the sweetest thing." he murmurs into your hair when you fall asleep laid on his chest.

😔 he's texting Satoru about how cute you are (and Satoru is being dramatic like omg I'm your best friend is she stealing u away wtf)

— You're adoringly staring at him while he indulges in his hobby of sketching landscapes. He's so focused that he doesn't brush his strands of hair out of his face; they dangle there distractingly, so you tuck them behind his ear yourself.

His reaction catches you off guard; he comes in for a thankful peck at your cheek. "Thanks angel." he murmurs. "Come closer, put your head on my shoulder." he commands softly, as if he read your mind.

You don't hesitate to place your head there, watching intently as his pencil strokes across the paper.

— Feeling over his smooth hands 🥺 his hands are so smooth and soft you just like touching them, drifting your fingertips across them, toying with his fingers.

He doesn't mind at all, munching on food and reading through emails (rifling through Satoru's spam). Morning light fills your shared apartment.

Eyes still glued to the screen, he feeds you a little bit of whatever he's eating.

"Careful, it's really hot." he says, and blows on it for you before you can, then delivers it right into your mouth.

— He's a tired boy, often laying on his bed with that dazed look of sleep deprivation. You lurk for a while before crawling onto his bed, curling up unannounced on his chest.

Eyes closed, he automatically brings his hand to caress your shoulder while you lay there, snuggling into his chest as if you want to get under his skin to be as close as possible.

— "Can I tie your hair up?" you ask. He happily lets you, "Mhm, you do it better than me, after all." he replies, lowering himself so you can reach. Taking his hair into your hands and brushing it, tying it up into whatever style suits the day; a little ponytail? A little bun? Maybe a half-up, half-down look. He knows that's your favorite, so he picks that one.

"You're so gentle." he compliments, giving you a peck after you've put his hair up. "Thanks love."

[queers-gambit]

Let the Bodies Hit the Floor

prompt: what happens when Tangerine's little lady is targeted in their home?

pairing: Tangerine x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 9.1k+

note: this got away from me. like wtf is this plot, Cherry?

warnings: author still runs with Tangerine's name being Aaron and Lemon's being Brian. inspired by GIF, established relationship, Russian Mafia vibes, physical violence / assault, blood, character injury, small angst, mostly hurt and comfort, Tan and Lem standing on business.

The skirt of the designer dress fanned around your thighs when you turned swiftly from the stovetop to a separate counter in order to collect the chopped vegetables. Light music filled the space between the sizzling of different dishes cooking, bare feet sticking to the linoleum floor of the kitchen.

"Right," your sweetheart, Aaron, announced as he jogged down the glass stairs while fixing his cuff link, entering the shared space, "know I hate t'do this, love, but I promise we won't be long."

You smirked, "Uh-huh, and where have I heard that before? Oh! That's right, when you - "

"Oi, oi, oi, you know I ain't mean to disappear in fuckin' Kyoto for 6 weeks, love," he repeated in exasperation, "please, stop holdin' that against me."

"I'm not," you sang in a singsong voice, dropping the vegetables to the stir fry you were preparing, "but you know, you say you won't be long, and then you disappear for random amounts of time."

"You know why," he sighed, buttoning his suit jacket as he closed the distance between you, "and you know it ain't my choice."

"Yeah, yeah, job first, girlfriend second."

"Not even close t'what my priorities are," he smirked, snatching your hand to twirl you around and tug you closer to face him. You grinned up at him, hands landing on his chest; letting his arms lock around you to keep you pressed against his impeccably sculpted body. "You look so beautiful tonight," he whispered, eyes flickering over you, "just love you in this dress. Could ravish you right here, right now."

"Yeah?" You cooed, "Recognize it?"

"Hm, feels rather expensive," he pet around your hips and waist, cheekily moving them around to grip both arse cheeks; causing you to gasp lightly, "thinkin' I must've gotten it for yah. Huh?"

"From Paris last month," you chuckled.

"Ah, yeah, I remember. Lemon was right hacked off we spent so much time shoppin', but no way was I gonna come home without something for yah." He sniffled and patted one hand in a gentle smack on your bottom, continuing, "Now, listen, sweetheart, I know tonight's real important to yah, so, I promise, Lemon and I will be back before the main course, yeah?"

You tisked, "Don't fucking call him that, you know I hate it."

"Apologies, lovely girl. Listen, I won't have my phone on, so, you need me, call Brian - "

"'If I need you'? See, now it's sounding like you're gonna disappear again, Aaron," you complained. "What the hell's this job anyway?"

"Nah, don't worry 'bout nothin'," he promised, "'cause we'll be back in time for your li'l dinner party."

"You know tonight's important for us - both of us!"

His eyes rolled, "Yes, yes, t'finally get your father's approval, right?"

"More like my whole family," you reminded with a roll of your eyes. "Goddamnit, I knew you weren't gonna take this seriously - "

"No, hey," he soothed, squeezing his hands to gently jostle you into silence, "tonight's very important to me, darlin'. I swear it, yeah? We'll be back in time, promise you."

"Good, you better."

"But in case, call Brian - "

"Aaron!"

He grinned, watching your own lips spread, "Jesus Christ, can't take a joke no more, can yah?"

"Maybe on less important days."

"Duly noted." The apartment's buzzer sounded, your boyfriend sighing, "Right, then. That'd be Lem - aht, ahem, Brian." He frowned, "Feel bad skippin' out on yah like this, but duty calls, baby."

"Mhm," you hummed, lifting on your toes to peck his lips. "Just be careful, please."

"I always am."

"You literally crashed a Bullet Train into an entire village - "

"Told yah, that was the Ladybug twat!"

"You also got shot! A centimeter to the side and you'd have bled out your fucking jugular."

"Again, the Ladybug twat."

"Potato, po-ta-toe."

Aaron chuckled, kissing you again, his mustache tickling your skin; groaning in annoyance when the buzzer sounded again - but for a prolonged time. "All right," he pulled back only to peck your lips again, "I'm off but I'll be back real soon. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good without me?"

"I have to be," you teased, petting the lapels of his suit jacket and readjusting his tie. "Go, before you give your brother a fucking aneurism."

"Right," he chirped, pecking your forehead with a loud smooch. Swiftly, Aaron reached over to pluck a carrot from the wok, hissing from the heat, "oh, hot, hot, hot!" You swatted his bottom as he stepped away, eating the veggie, knowing you hated when he sampled your cooking while in the midst of actually cooking. "Mh! Tastes divine, sweetheart, maybe a bit more garlic. Love you!" He called over his shoulder, dropping a quick wink.

"Love you," you repeated, smiling; feeling lucky in love. You watched him go; his curls slicked back, classic navy blue suit on to make the crisp white button-up stand out, his shiny dress shoes winking at you. With a sigh, you focused again on prepping an admirable meal for the evening, planning on hosting both your divorced parents, their partners, and three older siblings.

Obviously, as the youngest kid, any and everyone you dated fell under heavy scrutiny.

The plan was to shmooze them into accepting Aaron as your lover, something your father and eldest brother were specifically vehemently against. But you weren't a little girl anymore, they couldn't dictate who you loved, but you could do your part to make your contract killer boyfriend more appealing to your kin. Easier said than done, but tonight was about at least trying.

So, you cooked a series of dishes to present on the grand dining table your boyfriend had furnished your apartment with, yet never utilized. Humming to the music, you hopped around the cooking space, and about an hour later, the apartment's buzzer was sounding in an obnoxious echo.

Dusting your hands off, you rushed to the comms system and pressed the big green button that unlocked the door building's front door. You left the door to your flat unlocked for easier access, rushing back to the kitchen to finish plating dinner. Not a minute later, the door opened and in walked your family; bottle of wine in your father's hand and a bouquet of flowers in your mother's.

Your father, Edward, had his newest wife on his arm; in the tallest heels you ever saw and a dress made of sequins, being far too short for this kind of event.

You mother, Linda, powered walked ahead of everyone with her boytoy of the month kept a close distance to the matriarch. He was probably just a few years older than you - but you were dating a contract killer agent, there was no room for judgement.

Your eldest brother, Robert, or better known as Bobby, entered with an aurora of arrogance; instantly looking around and judging your home unfairly. You sister, Mabel, just looked stony and stoic; completely bored of that night already. Lastly, your brother older by just a single year, Jonathan, or John, or John Boy, followed behind your siblings, wearing a thick gold chain against a classless wife beater.

"Oh, I'm so glad you made it!" You squealed, opening your arms and practically skipping close to greet your parents and their partners. "About time, don't you think?" You smiled at your father, hugging him first and kissing his cheek.

"Well... Guess better late than never," he begrudgingly agreed. "You remember my wife, Crystal?"

"Of course," you tried to politely smile and offered the fake-blonde a greeting kiss to her cheek, "lovely to see you again."

"Thanks for the invite," her tired voice drawled; indicating she'd rather be literally anywhere else.

"Mum," you moved along, hugging and kissing her cheek, too. "You're look fit."

"Thank you," she sighed.

Looking to her boyfriend, you greeted, "Thanks for coming, Keith - "

"It's Toby."

You blinked, "Huh?"

"Name's Toby," he explained.

"Right, right, Toby, my fault," you apologized, ignoring the look he sent your mother as you greeted Bobby, Mabel, and John Boy.

After, your father stiffly asked, "So? Where is he? This boyfriend you want us all t'like so much, huh? Not even out here to greet us?"

"Running an errand, but he and his brother will be back for dinner."

Bobby scoffed, "So, we do all this for him and he's not even home? Wow... Real stand-up guy, innit he?"

"You're also here to see me, aren't you?"

"We see enough of you, we're here for your dumbass boyfriend you're so enamored with that you missed Christmas last year."

"Bobby," you warned, taking your mother's flowers and heading back into the open-concept kitchen to locate a vase and fill it with water. "You're gonna play nice tonight or I'm gonna be really pissed," you warned your family, "and I'll cancel the New Years trip."

"Woah, hang on," your sister, Mabel, interjected, "let's not be hasty, the night's only just beginning - no need for threats."

"I know," you smirked at her, "it's called incentive."

"Truly your father's daughter," you mother scoffed and rolled her eyes. Edward just mocked her and handed over the wine bottle; making your mother snip, "No drinks to offer us? Not a very diligent hostess, are you, darling?"

Her sickly sweet tone gave you a cavity, but this was simply how your mother behaved when around her ex-husband - all passive aggressive and holier than thou.

You pointed, "There's an entire cart behind you, there. Help yourself."

"Hm," she hummed, nodding, turning to make herself a hefty bourbon with Toby right behind her.

"Um," Crystal hummed, "do you have seltzers?"

You almost laughed but managed not to, "No, no, just win and whatever liquor's on the cart."

"It's a nice place you've got, love, if not overly expensive," Linda cut off anything Crystal might've said; complimenting you stiffly, looking around as the amber liquid was poured, "bit empty, though, innit? I don't see one single family photo, not a personable damn thing."

"Oh, well, Aaron and I just like the minimalistic aesthetic," you deflected; the truth being, Aaron was constantly on the move for his job, there was no real time or reason to decorate the flat. You began transporting the large dishes on the kitchen counters to the table, your other brother, John, springing into action to help.

To say it was awkward was the simplest way to put it. After pouring herself a second drink, Linda started to trade insults with Edward; both telling the other how pathetic it is to find younger lovers. Mabel rolled her eyes but listened carefully, ever the quiet mouse who opted to observe rather than be seen. Bobby was snooping through anything he could get a hand on; attempting to know Tangerine without outright meeting him yet. John Boy didn't care this way or that, happy to just be involved and set the table for you.

"Chow's on!" You announced, leading everyone to the table and take whatever seat they liked.

"You know," Bobby started, "think it's a bit weird."

"What is?" You asked, handing Mabel the steamed sticky rice.

Bobby gestured around, "The whole thing. I mean, I'm almost tempted to believe you've made this Aaron character up. What kinda man skips out on a family meal like this?"

"A man who has a very demanding job," you snapped, the table still passing dishes around to take their fill. "I didn't ask you guys here to fucking harp on him, I asked you to just give him a chance and get to know him."

"Why should we even bother?"

"Because he's important to me!"

"You honestly think this is gonna last?" Bobby scoffed, shaking his head and passing the vegetables.

"Of course I do, I know how strong my relationship is. What the hell do you expect me to say, do, think, or feel if Aaron and I get married, and my family's feuding with the groom - "

"I beg your pardon?" Edward snapped, making the table go silent. "You're gonna marry this bloke?"

"No, Daddy, he hasn't proposed or anything, but we have been together almost 7 years" you explained. "I just used it as an example. Aaron's going to be in my life for a long time, I'd really appreciate everyone getting along."

"I think that's reasonable," Crystal smiled.

"Oh, shove it, nobody asked you," Linda sneered.

"Could you maybe not be a raging bitch for five minutes?" Edward snapped, dropping the cutlery with a loud clatter. "Don't talk to her like that - "

"The trollop doesn't get an opinion on family affairs!"

"Now that we're married," he held up his left hand, golden band visible, "she does get an opinion. It's your newest toy that shouldn't talk!"

"I didn't even say anything, mate," Toby scoffed.

"I'm not your 'mate', silly boy - "

The table erupted in a busy and loud argument, you slumping back into your chair; listening to your siblings attempt to resolve the feud. You thanked yourself for making the conscious decision to have this little dinner party at home instead of a restaurant; knowing Linda and Edward were never able to resist a good screaming match, even if in public. You sipped your wine mutely, eyes darting back and forth between either sides of the table.

However, they were silenced when there came a pounding at your front door. Three distinct, punctuated knocks of a fist, your mind instantly jumping to thinking it was the police - nobody else knocked like that. You went rigid instantly, brow furrowing, your father asking, "Expecting more company, honey?"

"No," you shook your head, already out of your seat and heading for the door - when suddenly - it was kicked in. Your scream was shrill from shock. The force of the violent entry splintered the doorframe; knob colliding with drywall, indenting it from the jarring movement. You yelped in shock, trying to back up, but there came a flood of armed men that instantly rushed you. You were only briefly aware of chairs scraping on hardwood floor as your family leapt up in shock.

Long gone was the argument, your family mutually screaming in fear.

These intruders yelled in Russian, fanning out to gather you and your family in harsh grips; shoving everyone into the living room. You were forced to sit down, at least one armed man posted for each of you, the others spreading out and searching the flat.

"What's happening? What the hell is happening!?" Mabel squeaked through her huffy breath, the men exchanging a few words before one stepped forward with his gun drawn at the ready. "Please, there's some mistake! Please, please, why are you - what is happening!? You can't do this! We only - "

"You," one of the intruders spoke with a heavy accent and a thick, pointed finger, "quiet." From his utility belt, the Russian produced several zip ties, demanding, "Hands. Hands, together! Now! You understand, eh!? Hands! Your hands! Now! Right now!"

Another henchman barked in Russian, telling you to comply or things would get messy. "Just do what they say," you whispered, pressing your wrists together and presenting them. They were secured tightly, your parents, their partners, and siblings enduring the same, and by the time the last zip was tied, the other henchmen returned.

You identified what was reported: "He's not here, no trace where he went."

"No, hmmm," mused the man obviously in charge, "well, that's all right, his girlfriend is right here." Your eyes widened as the Russian turned to look at you with a sadistic smirk. "Heard he's real protective of you, likes you a lot. Huh? Heard he once broke a man's collarbone for just looking at you - must be very important, yeah. What do you think he will do when he finds you - ruined?"

"You're not gonna do anything," you seethed between gritted teeth, "because you know he'd kill you all. Now, there's been no harm done so far, so there's time to walk away and I'll guarantee he or his brother won't come after you."

The Russian chuckled, "Oh-ho! Hear that, boys? Good old Tangerine's domesticated now. Takes orders from his bitch, and boy, she likes to bark!" Other henchmen chuckled, a few picking at the abandoned dinner. "I think it's time we send him our message, no?" The leader grinned to his men, earning a chorus of agreement.

Your eyes widened when the man lunged forward and yanked you to your feet, yellowed teeth gnashing in your face. "Whole family can watch!" Another intruder barked, curating a wave of laughter, "Call it, uh, bonding? Trauma bonding?"

"Oh, I like that," the leader of the kill squad grinned.

You gasped when the Russian balled his fist and socked you directly in the diaphragm; winding you, bending you at the waist, and giving him the vantage point to rocket his fist upwards into your nose. There was a sickly snap, you whimpering when a different Russian shoved you from behind and forced you to your knees; three different men joining the relentless and savage beating. You were kicked, punched, breaking several bones, being spat on, shoved over, and made to bleed your own blood. Though you hadn't wanted to, wanting to appear strong and unfazed, you cried out when the pain became too much; heaving for breath and praying the next kick to the head was enough to knock you unconscious.

But you weren't so lucky and wishful thinking was simply that: wishful, not applied or actual. Your family begged and pleaded for mercy, flinching when you spat blood on numerous occasions; shoes squeaking when they stepped in the globs. Everyone helpless and powerless in the current predicament, no hero to swoop in and save the day; your family knowing they were yelling into thin air and their words fell upon deaf ears. They could only watch and listen as you took the brunt end of three angry Russian's brute strength.

The leader had lit up a cigarette, watching his men physically assault you with an air of entertainment and aloofness. This went on for several long, agonizing minutes; you eventually going limp. "Hm," he waved his hand through the smoke, inhaling nicotine, "enough, boys, that's enough. She gets it, she gets we mean business." His men complied and backed away from you, letting the leader kneel at your head on blood-smeared hardwood floor. "You tell Tangerine and Lemon who did this, huh? Yeah? You tell them for me."

You spat blood in the Russian's face, smirking in satisfaction when it hung off his nose in a humiliating display of your stubbornness.

"Ah, I see," he wiped the blood clear, regarding it on his hand before bare-knuckle punching your head back into the ground. You were instantly dazed, groaning, the man continuing, "Now that you got that out of your system, you will remember my name. Huh? Ivan, yes? You remember that? Ivan. Fucking Ivan Kostka, you tell Tangerine and Lemon Ivan Kostka did this."

"The fuck does it matter who you are!?" You whimpered, eyes burning and being kept screwed tight. "You're a deadman walking, nobody cares about your fucking name except whoever inscribes your tombstone."

"Because your fruity boyfriend and his twin took something very valuable from me," the Russian leered, "and I have come to collect it back into my possession. You tell them, Ivan did this to you. I want them to know they are not untouchable - not to me. Not to my men. Tangerine can try to protecting you all he wants, but there will always be a time and place to act." Then, he laughed, "Know how easy it was for us to get here? Huh? Bit too easy, I admit. See, we picked up Tangerine's trail and followed him here. All we had to do was be patient for our opportunity."

"Who the fuck is Tangerine?" John was heard whispering to the others, a series of shrugs replying. The Russian gave a new command and several men divided to use their weapons to wreck the flat you called home; tearing up pillows, smashing spider-web cracks to the windows, tossing plates and mugs, overturning a bookcase, throwing expensive crystal glasses to watch the shards scatter.

Ivan continued to explain, "Your stupid fucking family talk so loud, eh, it is miracle they are not in witness protection, huh? We see them at your door, and when you opened for them, oh, it was easy to, ehhh, just follow them inside. Yeah? And now, here we are," he smirked. "I am sorry about this, though. You've such a pretty face, I almost don't want t'taint it," he pet a finger down your bloodied cheek.

"Go to hell!" You hissed.

"Oh, I will be when the Reaper comes for me. Remember, tell Tangerine it was Ivan... Ivan Kostka did this," he gestured to your tattered form, "and that I want my Faberge Egg and little sister back or this will get a lot worse for everyone involved."

You coughed as the man stood, whistling sharply and commanding his men to follow. The moment they were gone, as your family erupted in panicked screams, Mabel raced for the kitchen and snatched up a knife from the counter. Returning, your sister carefully uncut everyone's ties, your mother gasping and dropping to her knees when freed.

"What have you gotten us into, you stupid girl!?" She cried, massaging her constricted wrists.

You manage to mumble before passing out, "Call Brian."

Tangerine and Lemon had been on their own stakeout, tracking a gang of Russians accused of money laundering. He had forgotten to put his phone on the charger the night before, it dying and being left behind at his flat; so when there came a vibration, he knew it was Lemon's phone.

He hate the sound of the vibrations in the cupholder. "Oi, gonna fuckin' answer that?" Tangerine snapped, staring out the windshield.

"Uh, bruv?" Lemon turned the phone for Tan to see, guessing, "It's for you, I'm sure." The contact name displayed your home number.

Tangerine sighed and accepted the call with it on speaker, "Yeah, hello? Love? That you?"

"A-Aaron?"

"Linda?" Tan questioned in curiosity, hearing your mother's soft sob. "What's goin' on? What's wrong? Why're you calling? Where's Y/N?"

"Th-There's been an accident."

"What kind of accident?"

"The kind that involve angry Russians looking for some egg and someone's little sister? I don't know - "

"Oh, fuck me! Don't move, we're on our way," he rushed, hanging up. "Oi, fuck this, mate, get us back home," he barked at his brother, "we gotta get back now. Like right fucking now!"

"We can't just - "

"What? Leave our post?" Tan snapped. "Brian, you know where we are right now?"

He glanced outside, "Uh... Little Italy?"

"Fuckin' wanker," Aaron snapped. "No, this shipping yard is owned by the Kostka's - Russian crime family. You heard Linda, means the tip tonight was a set up t'get us away from the flat. They probably moved while we were absent. Now, c'mon, fucking hustle!"

Lemon connected the dots and started the engine, peeling away at a dangerous speed to navigate the city back to the high-rise apartment you and Tan shared. He couldn't explain why, but Tangerine could feel his heart in his throat; a sick feeling taking over at the thought of the Russians setting this entire thing up.

Why send he and Lemon to stakeout the shipping yard? Why remove them from the equation?

Upon arriving at the shattered front door, both men in pressed clothes came to a jarring halt, taking in the sight. The flat was a wreck, literal feathers from pillows still floating in the air, their dress shoes cracking over shattered glass.

Tan caught sight of your hunched body sitting on the couch. "Right, the fuck is this, then?" He demanded, striding up to where your family had surrounded you. "The hell happened? Swear t'God, I'll put a bullet... In... Whoever..." He trailed, pausing when he saw your state. Tangerine slowly squatted in front of you, gently trying to coax your chin up, "Lemme see, darlin', c'mon, c'mon, lemme see, c'mere."

When you met his baby blues, you could only watch as tears filled them - knowing they'd never fall. "I'm sorry," you whispered, throat soar from the beating; making you sound a lot hoarser than ever before.

"For what? You did nothing, love, nothing - couldn't have deserved this, now could yah?" He rushed to comfort, caressing your jaw in both hands to look you over. There was a long gash in your hairline that dripped racing drops of blood down your face. "This is my fault, I know it is, God fucking damn it. Who the fuck did this? Hey? You remember, darling? Remember anythin' 'bout these men?" But you were silent from shock. So, he addressed the room by barking, "Does anyone? What the hell happened here, tonight!?"

Your father cleared his throat before knocking back the last swig of his whiskey. "These Russian fuckers," Ed answered. "Big lot of 'em, too, all with scary lookin' tattoos and fucking guns. Some were automatic." He eyed your boyfriend, "Associates of yours?"

"Fucking hell," Tangerine looked up at his brother, "think they want the Faberge back?"

Lemon frowned, "Possibly, but that's only if - "

"Ivan," you whispered suddenly, Tangerine and Lemon both looking back at you in mild shock. "He said his name was Ivan and he wanted you two t'know there was no hiding from him. He wants back whatever it is you two took."

"Yeah, they want the fucking Egg," Tangerine's jaw flexed as he glared at the floor, sighing deeply, and then looking back at you. "Hey," he whispered, "I'm just glad you're alive and well-enough. Yeah? You're my priority, sweetheart, nothing else matters."

You sniffled, "I'm okay."

"Like hell you are," he shook his head, gently prodding around your bruised face and sighing, "look at yah. You're definitely not okay, sweetheart. Right, then, listen, we'll go to a safe house for the time being - "

"A what?" John asked incredulously.

"A safe house," Lemon repeated, "you know? Somewhere not on record to let us hide discreetly?"

"I know what it is - but why go?"

"Can't stay here, mate, it's compromised," Tan answered with a hardened tone. "Now, you gonna fuckin' stand there, questioning me, or go be useful and get ready to leave?"

"Tan," his brother offered softly, "lay off, they just watched our girl get the shit kicked outta her."

Tan nodded and looked back at you, "Yeah, all right, sorry, love, just a bit on edge. But I'm gonna fix this - "

Robert (or Bobby, he's also known as), scoffed a sarcastic laugh, arms crossed, approaching you and Tangerine. "You takin' the piss? Your fuckin' job is leadin' men t'my sister, breakin' in her own home, givin' her a beatin' meant for you, yah fuckin' twat! Yet that's all you got to say to us? That you're on edge?"

"What'chu want, then, bruv?" Tan snapped, standing to face Bobby. "Huh? Call it an occupational hazard, but just 'cause you wanna bring it up, know that we ain't never had no situation like this before. All right? Excuse us for tryna piece it best together."

"My fuckin' sister's still bleedin', and you're, what? Makin' it up as you go?" Bobby snarled. "You owe us a plan! Somethin'! Fuckin' anythin'! How the fuck are you gonna rectify this situation?"

Tan's mouth opened, ready to retort.

"All right, all right, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, no, no, quit it, cut it out, yah fucking ninnies!" Lemon stepped between them and forced distance between the two men. "That shit ain't gonna help us right now. We all need to think clearly, so let's try not to wind one another up. Yeah? Fair?"

"Fuck you," Bobby spat, "fuck the both of yahs, you're both responsible! Puttin' my sister in harms way! Fuckin' look at her!" He snarled and pointed, "Shakin' like a fuckin' leaf!"

"Yeah, all right, you what, mate?" Tan sneered.

"I'm not your mate."

"I'll just fuckin' handle this on my own - "

"Like hell you are," His brother interrupted. "They fucked with our family, ain't nowhere for them to hide."

Tangerine nodded, then asked, "How many men were here would you say? Ballpark number." It was quiet. "Someone better answer me!"

Linda sneered, "Some 12 or 15 men, most of whom carried assault rifles. Anything you wanna tell us, Aaron? Huh? Why were these men searching for you? What'd you do that was so bad, they hurt my little girl?"

Your boyfriend nodded and looked to his brother, stiffly nodding and stoically demanding, "Let's get fuckin' Biblical, then, yeah?"

Brian clicked his tongue and winked at his brother in agreement, Crystal handing you a bag of frozen peas to hold against your head.

"You're sure it's safe?" You whispered, holding onto your boyfriend like a crutch as you exited the elevator.

"They didn't want our protection, love, 'cause the Russians are after us," Tan answered. "Easy does it," he whispered, opening the door to the safe 'house' he and Lemon kept in downtown London - not terribly far from your actual flat. "At's a good girl, slowly - slowly," he kept one arm around you, the other holding the door for Lemon, who carried several duffels. "Right, see? Nice, ain't it?"

You nodded, still relatively drugged from the hospital you just left. After begging them to come with you, your family outright refused, saying Tangerine and Lemon were bad news and they wanted no part in whatever bullshit was happening; even though it meant leaving you alone. So, Lemon packed up the flat while Tan took you to the hospital, meeting again at the skyscraper that doubled as a fortress.

"Here we are," he sighed, lowering you to the couch; left wrist in a cast, a brace on your ankle, concussion, bandages and gauze stuck to random open wounds that required stitches. "Right," he knelt in front of you, "you saw the lobby, yeah? Ain't nobody gettin' in here without clearance, you're safe. Yeah?" He pushed a strand of hair from your face, hating how it was still crisp from dried blood.

"Okay," you whispered with a nod.

Aaron sighed, "I'm so sorry, love."

"Not your fault."

"But it is," he frowned, "'s all my fuckin' fault."

"Did you really take a Faberge Egg?"

"It's what our employer wanted, so... Yeah. Apparently, it was a right dime piece, thought lost in one of the wars. Very exclusive - "

"Most expensive Egg made," Brian added, dropping a couple of the duffels. "And it's not in our possession anymore, love."

"Fuck would we do with Faberge?" Aaron rolled his eyes.

"Hock it," his brother answered, bringing grocery bags into the kitchen and setting them on the counters.

"And the sister?" You asked, eye once being nearly swollen shut now just red and irritated; looking at him with profound sadness. "What happened to Ivan's sister?"

Aaron sighed, wiping a hand down his face, "She was placed in witness protection, she's an informant f'MI6 and Interpol. They want her 'cause she's been spillin' secrets, gettin' business all topsy-turvy."

"They wanna kill her?"

"Seems so," he nodded, smoothing his hands over both your thighs, "but don't you worry 'bout nothin', yeah? We'll handle this."

"How?"

"We've got a couple calls to make," he alluded, standing to his full height but bending at the waist to kiss your forehead gently. "Try to rest, love, we'll be here a bit."

You nodded and watched him stride out of the living room, grabbing one of the duffel bags Lemon had dropped and brought it to the glass dining room table. He ripped it open as you sunk into the plush fabric of the pillows, but perked up when Brian came into sight. "Here, darling," he set a mug of tea to the granite coffee table in front of you, "just a bit of something for your nerves, yeah? You all right? Need anything? A pain pill, maybe? You look uneasy."

"I'm all right," you promised, trying to smile, but it came out as a grimace.

"Mhm," he sent you a look, grabbing the pharmacy bag. "Don't be a hero, just keep yourself afloat. Here," he handed you a little, round, white pill and the tea. "Bottoms up, huh?"

You half-chuckled and did what he said, settling again as he grabbed a blanket and tossed it over you. "How often are you two here?" You asked.

"Ah, usually when we're doin' recon," he answered, handing over the remote. "All the streamin' you could want," he winked, pointing at the TV.

"Oi, mate," your boyfriend called, "thinkin' we should call Kiwi?"

"To stay with her?" He asked, caressing the top of your head affectionately; grabbing another duffel and meet his brother at the table. The London Eye was visible from the window, creating a picturesque scene.

"Yeah," Tan answered, "she's good company, ain't she? Handy with a gun. Usually shoots first, asks questions later."

Brian shrugged, "Couldn't hurt. But I think we need t'call Moss... See what he and The Agency can tell us 'bout Ivan."

"On it," Aaron agreed, rapidly typing on a nondescript laptop. But he paused suddenly, looking up and asking, "You gave her a pain pill?"

"Yeah."

"She should eat with it..."

"I'm right here, you know!" You snapped. "I can hear you!"

"I know, doll, sorry," Aaron sighed, going to the kitchen and grabbing you trail mix - knowing opioids gave you the munchies. "Here, love, just wanna make sure you stay all right," he handed the bag over, dropping to the spot beside you with a heavy sigh. "Listen, uh, we're gonna have some of the lads come over t'help."

"Who?"

"Well, Kiwi's a lass, but she works with us sometimes. She's handy t'have 'round inna pinch. That all right?"

"I'm not one for much company right now," you frowned.

"Nah, don't worry, she'll entertain herself," he chuckled slightly, eyes darting around to take in your appearance. In a low whisper, he breathed, "I'm so sorry this happened."

"You've said that," you half-smiled, placing an M&M at his lips. He accepted the treat. "We knew something was bound to happen eventually, right?"

"Not like this, this ain't acceptable," he shook his head. "Lookit, Ivan's one of them nasty fuckers, traffics narcotics into the country using a series of shipping yards. He's got a whole army at his fingertips, plenty of money t'sustain an all out war if he wants."

"When was the last time you dealt with this guy?"

Lemon joined you two, sitting on the other side of the L-shaped couch. He worked on the laptop now, but sent a look to Aaron that begged him to lie. But often, Tangerine never could to you, so, he told the truth, "Last we saw him was some 6 years ago."

Your head cocked, "That's when we first started dating."

"Yeah," he smirked, stretching his arm around you to bring you in close for both your comforts. "Remember that week you couldn't get ahold of me? I told yah I was on some bloody fishing trip?"

"Mhm."

"We were in Colombia, fuckin' up part of his operation."

Your eyes widened, "Colombia? You mean, this Russian's in league with South America? The cocaine capital of the world?"

"Yeah," he sighed, "but it's taken him apparently this long to get shit straightened out - else he would've come sooner."

"Or he was waitin' until our guard was down," Brian chimed in, rapidly tapping on the laptop. "Intel says... Ivan's been in the country 'bout 3 months."

"And before that?"

"Uh... Looks like... Ah, fuckin' hell, he was in Spain, Portugal, Nicaragua, even fuckin' Trinidad."

"Sounds like he's made some friends," Tangerine frowned. You nestled a little closer, his arm contracting to squeeze you tight. "Send word t'Kiwi and Moss, ask Moss t'bring only The Jailbird."

"Who the fuck - you know what? I don't want t'know," you whispered.

"The Jailbird is a brutal fucker," Lemon chuckled, typing faster, "took out an entire fright train by himself with a single shotgun and only a couple rounds of ammo."

"Brian," Tan warned, shaking his head.

"What? 'S not like she's gonna say shit, you picked the most loyal girl in the world," he grinned, winking at you. "Right, love?"

"Mhm."

"That pain pill kicking in yet?"

"Not yet," you yawned.

"Right," your lover chuckled, handing over the mug of tea, "we've got some work t'do, you sit tight. Need somethin', anythin', just ask. Please," he frowned, "don't try t'get up."

"All right," you whispered, lifting your chin slightly with intent. He smiled and met you the rest of the way, pressing a gentle kiss to your split lips.

The lads went back to the glass table, setting up a network of tools and technology, muttering to one another as they did what they knew to gather as much information as possible.

About an hour later, there was a knock at the door that made you flinch. "It's all right," Tangerine rushed, but pulled his gun in hand, "probably Kiwi - "

"It's me, fuckers!" A female called from the other side.

Your boyfriend checked through the peephole and sighed, holstering his gun and opening the door. "Kiwi," he greeted.

"Tangerine," she rolled her eyes, strolling into the flat with her arms full of food. "I brought lunch! Know you fuckers aren't payin' attention to time and shit. Oh!" She grinned when she saw you, "Oh, my word, you're her! Wow, you're even prettier in person! You know, Aaron's told me all about you - "

"Fuck off," Tan snapped.

"Fuck you," she sent right back, "been askin' t'meet your lady for years now, now I finally get to."

"I wish it were under better circumstances," you offered softly, watching the lass with stark white hair round into the living room to set coffee cups and paper bags down.

"Oh, hi, hello, you gorgeous girl," she grinned, sitting next to you and hugging you softly. You were shocked, eyes wide, but hugged her back. "Oh, it's real nice to meet yah, heard all about'cha!"

"Really?" You asked when she pulled back, "'Cause I didn't know a thing about you until an hour ago."

"Makes sense," her eyes rolled, "them two never talk 'bout shit. Makes 'em good agents, but shit lovers. Huh?"

"I'd have to disagree," you smiled softly, defending your love.

"Yeah," she grinned, "knew I'd like you. Lemon!" She greeted in a cheer, standing swiftly to set one coffee cup out for you and take the rest over to the table.

"Hi, Key," he chuckled, offering her a hug. "Lookin' fit, aren't yah?"

"Just got back from a 6 month stint in the DR," she nodded.

"R&R or mandatory?"

"Rehab," she shrugged casually, "but not for me."

"Makes no bloody sense," Tan rolled his eyes.

"I was there, cozyin' up t'fucking Francisco Juarez."

"No fuckin' shit," Lemon laughed. "How was that?"

"The man's mental, but shit, he's got some balls of steel."

"Jesus Christ," Tan groaned. "Can we focus, please? Where's Moss? Anyone heard from him?"

"Mh," Kiwi nodded, swallowing a mouthful of coffee as you gingerly reached for your own; trying not to strain the shattered ribs you earned. "He called me on my way here, said he was on his way, just had to pick something up."

Lemon and Tangerine shared a look as Kiwi practically skipped back over to you. She happily struck up a conversation, telling you all about how she first met Aaron and Brian on some recon mission in Moscow - the three apparently all tracking Ivan. So, no wonder she was asked to assist on this little mission.

The man named Moss arrived not long after, dropping another duffel in the foyer and silently approaching Tangerine and Lemon. Kiwi waved the behavior off, whispering, "That's one of the bosses. Not a man of many words, just a man of action, yeah?"

You nodded in understanding, accepting the Tylenol she handed you and answering her 20,000 questions. You heard the three men muttering together, papers shuffling over the tabletop and the laptop dinging every time there was new information.

"Oh, holy shit," Lemon gaped at the screen, earning everyone's attention. "You lot aren't gonna believe this."

"What's wrong?" Moss asked, moving to his shoulder and peering over to look at the laptop. "Well... Ain't that interesting?"

"What?" Kiwi asked.

"Looks like Ivan's here for some wedding..." Lemon muttered, tapping on the return key repeatedly. "No shit!"

"WHAT!?" Kiwi snapped, making you flinch. She instantly apologized, "Oh, shit, sorry, sorry, sorry, love, I get a bit excited when outta the loop."

"Ivan's sister's gettin' married," Moss reported, "to the Minister of Defense."

It was quiet for a long moment, the agents stewing in shock. "Well, that can't be good," you whispered to Kiwi.

"Not entirely, just means our jobs got a helluva lot more exciting, though," she grinned, dropping a wink.

Three days. Three bloody days, you've been confined to the safe house. You were under strict orders not to leave out of fear of retaliation, so you remained for Aaron's peace of mind.

Moss, Tangerine, Lemon, and Kiwi were preoccupied focusing on their plan of attack. They figured there be an altercation at the engagement party, designing a trustworthy team to help them infiltrate and keep an eye. The day of the party, you were curled up in bed, reading to pass the time, and when you noticed Tangerine leaning in the doorway, your book snapped shut.

"How long you gonna keep me here?" You asked. "Some of us have day jobs they need to get back to."

He smirked, "I covered for yah."

"How?"

"Said you had a funeral t'go to in the States," he eased, pushing off the doorframe and approaching your side of the bed. He grunted as he sat, sighing deeply, "Listen, sweetheart..."

"Oh, that's never good."

"Just listen," he smirked. "Tonight's the engagement party, so we're gonna make our move."

"Are you sure Ivan's gonna be there? That this is what needs done?"

"We got it worked out, love," he promised. "Just need yah t'stay here with Kiwi. Keep safe, yeah?"

You stared at him for a moment, cocking your head slightly, "Been meaning to ask - why refer to each other's codenames when alone, like we are?"

"Good habit t'have," Aaron shrugged, caressing your head and then petting a finger down your cheek softly. "Hate leavin' you like this, but I'm gonna kill the fuckers that dared touch you."

"I'm not usually one for violence or revenge, but in this case, go crazy."

He nodded and stood with a smirk, stooping slightly to press his lips against yours. There was a solemn tension in the air, foreheads pressed together to breathe the same air, him whispering, "Love you, darlin'."

"Love you, too," you answered instantly. "Just make sure you come home, yeah?"

"As quick as I can," he swore.

You learned that day, you hated waiting. You despised being out of the know, having no connection to tell you what was happening on Aaron's side of things. Kiwi was a great distraction, though. She was chipper, talkative, wildly animated; sharing a joint with you, ordering take out that a security guard brought up, and making you watch all her favorite movies.

She checked her phone several times, eventually, you begging, "Any word?"

"Nah, don't worry," Kiwi smiled, "they usually don't give updates when on the job."

Unknown to you, on the other side of town, Tangerine and Lemon were changing into suits the hotel waiters would wear to serve the engagement party. Moss was in a nondescript white van, working surveillance, informing in the headset, "The Jailbird's in position."

"So are we," Lemon reported, nodding at his brother. "Ready, bruv?"

"It's gonna get messy," he nodded, cracking his neck and leading the charge into the event room with trays of champagne. He surveyed the room subtly, seeing The Jailbird working the catering table in a matching suit, and when the couple of the hour entered, it was showtime. However, before springing into action, the trio of trained and paid assassins had to wait for the first move else they'd blow their cover and alert Ivan they were onto him.

The future bride's name was once something traditionally Russian, now choosing to be Veronica, and her soon-to-be-husband, Gerald, was the very man who had established her witness protection. It was romantic, in a way, that the two fell in love; being naughty and a little forbidden, yet still tantalizing. Their families filled the room with the groom's colleagues, security lining the walls - yet being unable to do anything if the Russians decided to attack.

However, the moment Tangerine saw Ivan, he went rigid with anger. "Mate, hang on, don't do it - we have a plan for a reason," Lemon tried to warn, but sighed hotly when his brother stormed off. Into the comms system, he warned, "Heads up, lads, Tangerine's on the move. 'S bouta get real sticky, people, stay sharp."

Tangerine surged up behind Ivan, who was dressed similarly and indicating he, too, was undercover at this event. Tan felt his face redden with anger, tapping Ivan's shoulder, and when the Russian turned, he didn't hesitate to pull his fist back and launch it directly into Ivan's nose. It was the first punch thrown (literally) that spurred the other Russians into action.

People shrieked, heels clattered to flee, and security guards rushed to cover their employers; not knowing who the desired target was. Luck didn't seem on their side that evening as security managed to get Gerald out of the hall, but his fiancé, Ivan's sister, was separated in the stampeding crowd; gunshots making patrons scream in concern.

In their comms, Moss barked, "Veronica! Someone cover Veronica! She's the informant - get to Veronica!"

The Jailbird flipped the catering table to reveal several heavy-duty guns strapped for this very moment. He and Lemon made their selections, Tan preferring his fist; someway, somehow, missing getting shot by Ivan's men. But the Russian gangster was just as angry, fending off Tangerine and even getting a few punches in himself. All for nought, though, because Tangerine had the power of his anger propelling him; your face conjured in his mind, bloodied, making him hit harder - and harder - and harder.

"You! Dirty! Fuckin'! Scum!" Tan punctuated each word with a blow of his fist, keeping Ivan in his grip like a vice. "C'mere! You've done it now, haven't yah, you fuckin' bastard? Fucked up by touchin' my woman! I'll fuckin' gut you!"

Ivan's elbow cracked Tan's nose, making him stumble back a few steps. The Russian grinned, blood outlining his teeth, "She was real pretty, wasn't she, eh? I tried to leave her face for yah! Didn't wanna fuck that up too bad!"

"C'mere!" Tangerine roared, knuckles bloody. However, as he was winding up for another hit, one of Ivan's men tackled Tan from the side and knocked him into a banquet table - collapsing it.

The Russians were in an abundance, yet stood no chance when Tangerine got ahold of a handgun. The Jailbird preferred the larger shotgun, blowing gargantuan holes in people's chests; Lemon keeping it simple and just doing his job by taking out the enemy. It was Tan who was absolutely feral, sprayed in the blood of his enemies and sparing no life he came across; the party's occupants screaming in terror and trying to flee the event hall between gunshots.

"Tan!" The Jailbird barked, pointing off at someone, and when he looked, Tan locked onto Ivan again. The Jailbird located Veronica, trying to save her, but being unsuccessful when a Russian got to her first - disappearing from his line of sight as the chaos rampaged.

Growling, Tangerine started firing single shots to the heads of anyone in his way of his main target, but this time, the Russian saw him coming and was plenty prepared. The blade Ivan used cut Tan deep, filleting flesh; but did not stop the man wanting to avenge his love.

Bodies hit the floor left and right as Tangerine's anger swelled, there not being a single force in the world that could stop him now. Whatever Tan could get his hands on turned into a weapon, finding every single Russian responsible for what happened to you - the love and light of his life.

The engagement party was decorated with white table cloths and white roses, now stained and splattered in blood the longer the fight went. The musicians of the live band had fled, security encountering the Russian that had Veronica and shooting him dead, food covering the walls. Moss had tapped into the security cameras, informing his men when more Russians were racing towards the room; grunting when he threw off his headset, grabbed a gun, and left the van to take out anyone trying to get inside.

Lemon did his best to cover Tangerine's six, but the Russians kept coming in waves; far more prepared than they were that evening. Yet it didn't matter, their numbers might've been high but the anger Tangerine and Lemon felt was a gift from God Himself, spurring them to work harder and smarter.

Once inside, Moss brought The Jailbird to higher ground and strategically shot down their enemies while Lemon and Tangerine operated on the ground. When face-to-face with Ivan, Tan seethed, "You waited 6 years for a shot at me, would've thought you'd try harder."

"Don't need to," Ivan laughed, "I already got you!"

"Didn't get shit - "

"That why your girl's all alone? Don't worry, lad, I sent some boys to go deal with her. C'mon, then!" Ivan taunted, waving Tan in an antagonizing motion, weilding the 6-inch blade. As the two exchanged blows, Ivan laughed, "Never told me! Did you like my li'l gift? How I left your girl?"

Tangerine grit his teeth and used a chair to bash the Russian over his head. "I'll fucking gut you for touching her!" He shouted, people still squealing and screaming in fright.

"You stole my inheritance! That Faberge Egg's been in my family for generations!" Ivan roared, "And my fucking sister! If not for you," he grunted, taking a hacking swipe and missing, "she never would've opened her mouth!"

"Your sister, mate, fuckin' hates your guts!" Tan barked, kicking Ivan back and sending him crashing through a table. "She would've spoke even if we hadn't picked her up!"

"Bullshit!" Ivan snarled, swinging and his blade catching Tan's bicep, slicing shirt and flesh. "My sister knew loyalty! Until you rotten fucks showed up, kidnapping her, confusing her! Fucking brainwashing her!"

"She's the one who hired us, mate!"

"Liar!"

Tangerine earned the upper hand by flipping Ivan onto his back, dropping to his knees, and wailing his fist into the Russian's face. He kept hitting him, even when Ivan stopped moving; flesh tearing, meat flying, bones breaking, and blood spurting in every which direction.

Blood painted his face, droplets racing down to create streaks.

At the safe house, Kiwi was making tea when there came a series of distant banging from outside the flat's door. She met your worried eyes and pulled out a gun, holding a finger to her lips to indicate you to stay quiet. She checked the in-house security system, spying a few Russian Mafia members fighting through the security guards and getting closer.

"Right," she rushed, helping you off the couch, "you gotta hide and stay quiet, love, I'll handle this quickly."

"Handle what? What's going on?"

"They're here."

"A-Are we safe?"

"For now."

"Are the lads!?"

"We'll find out!" Kiwi stuffed you inside one of the closets, assuring, "No worries, I'll handle them, you just stay here. Aaron would kill me if he knew something happened to you on my watch."

You didn't even have time to register that she used his real name; finding no choice in the matter as she shut the doors, and through the slats, watched her brandish a gun. You flinched when you made out the sounds of a struggle and then several gunshots, not knowing who fired them, who was being shot at, or what was happening.

Tears of fear filled your eyes, holding your breath and just waiting with trembling appendages. You hated waiting. You hated not knowing. You hated the tension, the fear, the cultivation of stress.

When the doors ripped open, you gasped shrilly and stepped back into the wall, but calmed when you realized it was only Aaron. And then you realized - it was Aaron!

"Baby," you gasped, leaping into his embrace out of sheer relief; arms wrapping around his neck and being dampened with blood. "Oh, my God, oh, my God, you're okay - you're okay, you're really okay."

"Yeah, 's all right, love," he rushed, one arm holding your waist, the other petting the back of your head. "I'm all right, 's all right, I'm here. I've got yah, love, I'm here now. They're all dead, they're all dead, my love, we got 'em all, you're safe, it's all right. Nobody will touch you again - never again, sweetheart."

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" You sniffled, pulling back to take both his cheeks in hand and frowning, "Is this blood!?"

"Yeah," he whispered, gently taking your wrists to pull your hands down. "But it's all right, 's not mine. I'm not hurt." He didn't let you answer, rushing, "Are you all right? Hey? Not hurt?"

"No, no, Kiwi - she protected me," you nodded, sniffling. "Where is she? Is she all right!?" You suddenly panicked, but Tangerine shushed you gently.

"She's fine, love, she's safe. Not a single scratch on her. Had most of the Russians down and out by the time we got back."

"And Brian?"

"Lemon's fine," he promised softly, "just cleanin' up in the other bathroom. Which," he smirked gently, "we should probably do the same. C'mon."

You agreed, hating the sight of blood on your man. When in the shower together, you got a look of the cuts and bruises he earned that night; knowing that despite him being the reason you were attacked, he was also the man who would protect you from anything and anyone. No matter the cost.

There was nowhere you were safer.

Watching you wash his wounds in spite of your own, Tangerine realized he didn't need to ask your father for permission - he was gonna marry you. Come hell or high water, there wasn't anything or anyone - be it Edward or Ivan - that could keep him from loving you the rest of his life.

requesting rules and masterlist

Bullet Train masterlist

[bonny-kookoo]

Oh i am already so beyond whipped for baby darling bc wtf why is it so sweet and cute and healing?? Makes my heart burst. I’m terrible at drabble prompts and ideas but I will happily and thankfully devour any crumbs you choose to offer.

One day there will be crumbs. Ah fuck it whatever let's have a crumb right now.

Masterlist

"Aren't you cold like that?" He asks you, mentioning the lack of your clothing. You're just wearing some socks, underwear and an oversized shirt- and like he said, your apartment is cold.

"I mean, I was just in bed." You shrug, stretching your limbs before you pull them back closer. "Wasn't expecting anyone. I can turn on the-"

"You don't have to, really." Jungkook chuckles. "Was just wondering. Do you want to go back to sleep?" He asks, and you misunderstand a little, nodding.

"My bed is a bit small, but we can make it work." You say, getting up to walk towards what he assumes might be your bedroom- and he can't help but feel a bit.. nervous?

This is pretty much the tamest thing ever. He's pretty adventurous when it comes to sex and such- sp why is he now nervous about a nap of all things?

Your bedroom is cozy, as you kick out your stuffed animals to make room for him, and he has to laugh. "You do know if we have sex they'll have to leave, right?" He tells you, taking off his jacket to put it over a giant bear in the corner of the room- shielding it's face.

"Why? I can just put them on a shelf maybe, so they're out of the way..." you answer, not at all fazed by his mention of intimacy- and it makes him happy, relieving some of the tension. You seem comfortable with him, and that's a huge compliment towards him.

"No, they'll look at us the whole time then!" He whines, moving to turn the multiple push animals so they face the wall instead. "That's creepy." He mumbles, while you laugh, sitting on your bed. "What? Voyeurism isn't something I'm into, don't kink-shame!" He argues playfully, making you laugh even harder.

"I'm not!" You finally get out. "It's just funny."

"What's funny, huh?" He challenges, getting on the bed as well after shedding his jeans and socks somewhere I'm the room.

"Full sleeve of tattoos." You shrug, fingers tracing the colored lines as you lay next to each other. "Piercings. All buff and bold." You describe him. "And yet can't get it up when a hello kitty is watching." You tease, as his eyes sharpen, hand on your hip moving to squeeze your butt for a second.

"Never said I couldn't get it up." He tells you.

"Just don't want anyone to see you but me."

[kittievampire]

There's this text message from Simeon where he doesn't know how to take pictures on his phone. MC offers to help and he says that Lucifer would be impressed to see his pictures if MC taught him what to do.

My headcanon is that Simeon isn't as naive as he seems tho (cuz how you gonna be an angle and be dressed in the most slutty outfit huh). So MC goes to purgatory hall, helps him out, then "helps him out" wink wonk and he uses his 'new' camera skills to take pictures of her. And a couple 'accidentally' make their way to Lucifer.

I think it would be best if the way Simeon acts genuinely makes mc believe that he's innocent so she's not just naive, he's playing her ya know? Fuckboy Simeon? Gaslihhting? Imagine if he said "you know what you're doing". Okey tanks <3

So jealous cause I never got this text from Simeon >:(

Like, does bro not love me too? Wtf?

Anyways,

Lemme see what I have in my bag, dear~

Click here if ya wanna request!

Taking Photos is Hard!

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Feigning Innocence (Gaslighting), Fuckboy! Simeon x Fem! MC, Photo/Video Exhibitionism, Creampie, Mention of Facial, Lucifer is the real victim here

Enjoy.

Simeon wasn't the best with technology, and you knew this.

That's why you were so compliant when he requested your assistance.

"I'm sorry, again, for inconveniencing you, MC." He apologized once more as he stepped aside, allowing you entry to his shared room with Luke. "Luke is out right now. He and Barbatos had planned a baking marathon, and Solomon wanted to tag along as well, so it's just the two of us in here."

You nodded your head in understanding, sitting down on the white sofa. "Ooh, this is comfy," You said with a small smile. "Okay!" You clasped your hands together. "You said you needed help with photos. Do you know how to get to the camera?"

Simeon pulled the device out of his pocket, pinching his brows together as he swiped through the applications. "Yes... I believe so, I've been there once... What does it look like?" He asked, eyes flicking to meet your gaze for a mere moment before looking back down at the screen. "It has a camera icon," You said, gently grasping his arm and tugging at it so he'd sit down beside you on the sofa.

The angel sat himself down beside you, and you peered over his shoulder to look at the D.D.D., pointing at the camera icon. "Right there." He clicked on it, screen immediately presenting a closer look at his crotch area. You could've sworn you saw a tent in his pants, but you quickly shook it off with a blush.

"Okay, so, do you see this huge white circle right here?" Simeon nodded. "That's what you're going to click to take a photo."

The angel stared down at the D.D.D. "Oh, what does this thing do?" He asked, swiping to the video option and pointing at the red circle. "That's to take a video. Go back to the camera."

There was silence for a moment.

"How do I do that?" You let out a small sigh, swiping back to the camera option. "Try taking a photo, I'll be your model!" You joked, leaning back onto the couch. "Ah, okay! Wow, you sure know what you're doing!" Simeon shot up with a smile, holding the D.D.D. in each hand horizontally. You sighed in relief, thankful that he knew how to, at the very least, hold the damn thing when taking a photo. "Tilt your head to the side a little? Put your knees together, and push your arms against yourself, but leave your hands on the sofa!"

"Wow, you're really getting into the modeling thing," You chuckled softly, following directions and adjusting your position as per requested. The camera flashed and Simeon repositioned himself. "Turn over,"

_

After adjusting your position multiple times in this little photoshoot, you found yourself bent over the sofa, skirt at your ankles, and Simeon slowly pulling your panties down to your knees. "S-Simeon, I don't think this is necessary!" The angel frowned, gently running a hand over your ass and caressing your lower back, which made you shudder. "Come now, MC. I'll let you photograph my most intimate areas as well if you be good for me." His voice was so sweet, almost as if he wasn't caressing the nakedness of the lower half of your body.

Simeon pulled his hand away, pushing his white pants down with one hand. "Stay just like that, Dove," He murmured softly, swallowing a lump in his throat as he saw your drooling cunt spew more of your essence onto your panties. A shudder sound was heard and you could see the wall glow a bit as the flash went off. Your breathing hitched as you felt your juices running down your thigh, pussy absolutely soaked in anticipation.

You wanted—

No, you needed him to do something. Anything!

Instead, Simeon stood behind you, snapping photos (mainly close-ups of your sopping cunt), while fisting his weeping hard cock. He then paused for a moment, swiping to the record option and hitting the red dot. "Dove," He moaned out softly, reaching out the hand that was getting himself off to gently run his fingers over your slit. You gasped. "What's this, hm? Why are you so wet?" You shook your head, burying your face into one of the pillows on the sofa. "I didn't know you were so perverted, Dove. You're dripping," He cooed, shifting his position so that he pressed the blunt tip against your entrance, precum oozing down to your clit. "W-Wha—?!"

You felt like the air was punched out of you, letting out a sharp gasp as Simeon slammed his entire cock into you in one go, your walls squeezing his length. You cried out, only for the angel behind you to shove your head into the pillow to silence you. "Shhhhh. MC, your voice is so angelic, but I want to hear what this cute little pussy of yours has to say as well," He said, angling the camera to capture how he thrusted his hips forward, cock slamming into you, earning a squelch from your cunt and a whine from your mouth, one that was muffled into the pillow. "There you go," He moaned out softly, moving his hand down to gently caress your ass.

Your walls clenched tightly around him, eyes rolling back as tears started to gather at your lower lash line. You squeezed the pillow in front of you, body jerking forward in protest to his rough fucking. Your vision was going blurry, and it felt like your brain was melting. All you could think of was Simeon and his huge cock that was fucking you into the sofa.

Simeon grasped one of your legs, lifting it and pushing your knee against the couch. This new angle allowed him to shift closer, thrust deeper into you, slamming into the spot that made you scream. "Quiet, MC," He warned softly, one of his hands moving down to circle your throbbing clit.

The stimulation from the bundle of nerves, as well as from his merciless thrusting, was sending you near the edge. "S-Simeon!" You moaned out, hugging the pillow close to your face. "That's it, Dove, let everyone know who's fucking you so good." His voice was so taunting yet so smooth, a sharp contrast to your shaky and slightly raspy voice.

He felt your walls convulse around him, letting out a gasp at how tight you were. "You're close, aren't you, MC?" Simeon stopped himself from leaning forward to kiss you, as that would screw with the camera angle. He chuckled softly. "You're squeezing me so tight, how naughty."

With a muffled cry of his name, you felt him slam into your sweet spot once more, and your orgasm racked through your body harshly, juices gushing out of your cunt, further lubricating his cock. Simeon started thrusting faster, the tip of his length bullying your cervix as he chased his own high, free hand gripping one of your hips tightly. "Gonna cum in you, Dove—" He groaned— "Take it! Take it all! Take all of my cum like a good girl, MC!" He whimpered out, almost begged before he buried himself deep inside of your cunt, moaning as he came. You could feel him filling you up, a white ring of his cum forming just around his cock as he painted your walls and filled you to the brim. He thrusted a few more times, riding out his high, before slowly pulling out of you.

Simeon zoomed in on your pussy, that was drooling with his cum, before stopping the video and taking a few pictures.

You turned your head to the side so you could breathe, panting heavily as you tried to gather your thoughts and come back to reality. That was, until you felt something poke against your cheek. You glanced over to see Simeon holding his cock up to your face, looking up to see Simeon holding the D.D.D., camera pointed directly at you.

"You didn't think we were done were you?"

_

Lucifer was in his study, stressed out from the stack of papers that still needed to be signed. He decided to take a short break and scroll through his D.D.D., though he wasn't expecting to get a text from Simeon so late into the night.

With a raised brow, the eldest looked at the notification.

Simeon: 3 attachments

"So he finally learned how to send pictures," The Avatar of Pride mumbled to himself, clicking on the notification before catching his breath in his throat. Lucifer nearly choked at what he saw.

The first picture was of your naked body sprawled out on a bed, a lewd expression on your face, and what he assumed was Simeon's cock balls-deep inside of your cunt. The second picture was of your face in front of the same cock, coated in cum with a dazed look on your face. The third was just of your pussy with cum pouring out of it, streaming down your thighs, as if you'd been stuffed completely full.

Lucifer felt his pants get tighter around the crotch, failing to notice the three dots that indicated Simeon typing.

Simeon: Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know that would send to you!

Simeon: How do I save these to my gallery?

Hope you liked this anon!

Masterlist

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]

CHP.3

CW: Same as before.

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: PROLOGUE 2

FUN FACT: You were just about to remove your unbelievable amount of jewelry and go to sleep when the dark carriage appeared in the middle of your room.

You didn't notice because you were busy tryna reach for your bangles but then you were suddenly yanked by the hair into the carriage where you quickly lost consciousness from the strong sleeping magic inside. That horse got no chill, wtf..

This is one of those times where you need to channel out your inner Belphegor.

Be loveably infuriatingly bratty and murderous at the same time.

Turns out, you were yanked by the hair and shoved into the carriage by that creepy looking horse because you were "chosen" by the dark mirror to attend their oh-so-prestigious college. (Move out the way Harry Potter, there's a new chosen one in town—)

So you decided to stress these fuckers into bringing you back to where their unhinged horse first took you.

You don't have to be a genius to know that if any of the brothers notice your disappearance, there can either be a war or a bloodbath. It's either one of those things or both of them.

So as you were freed and guided in front of the mirror by the bird-man who you've come to find out was the headmaster of this oh-so-grand college that you've never even heard of.. you side-eye the Mr. Boutta-sell-yo-kidneys guy that tried to take your bangles before you faced the mirror.

'...Hmm? Who's this?' You think, as you look at the person half-hiding behind the mirror.

They seemed to be quite nervous as they gave you a small wave, earning them a smile from you.

The headmaster seemed to be confused about them for a second but quickly remembered something as they called upon that person.

It seems that Yuu, quite a confusing name they've got also desires to be sent back to their home as they said they had responsibilities they must fulfill.

Nice.

Twinning with your problems fr.

It's like you two looked at each other and something just clicked.

Like, Omg we're both kidnapped by a school filled with hot men and forced to be their unpaid therapists, Slay gurly~ 💅🏼 sry it's your inner asmo talking.

You decide to let Yuu be the first to face the mirror so that they'll get home first.

Ah, aren't you so kind and patient?

You don't know anything about that mirror, so it's best that you let someone else have a go first to see if it's safe.

Sorry Yuu, we may have clicked but I don't know if I can trust any of you right now.

It's too risky.

If we ever meet again, I'll treat you to a meal in hell's kitchen as compensation.

Thank Belphie for my trust issues.

...

...Huh.. The place that Yuu belongs to "doesn't exist"?

What a strange response... This damn mirror better not give you the same words lest it wants to be melted out of existence via hellfire.

You can see the dudes behind y'all who turned out to be the housewardens of the dorms of this school start whispering to each other like some nosy aunties on a regular sunday morning.

You gave reassuring pats on Yuu's shoulder after they went back beside you, getting a shaky smile in return.

"I'm sure that it'll be okay.. Their dark carriage took you so it must have the capabilities to take you back, right?" You whispered to Yuu, trying to keep them from panicking as you notice their breaths starting to quicken.

"People in distress are prone to being exploited and manipulated by others. Breathe slowly and calm your mind." You lean closer to their ear, rubbing small circles on their back.

Panicking won't help anyone. You had to learn that from experience. Now you just want to make sure that Yuu doesn't have to.

You may be alright with using this new acquaintance of yours to verify the safety of the mirror, but you won't stand by and watch them expose their vulnerability to a group of people that haven't really made a show of good morals they might possess.

As the headmaster guy started going on a rant about how "tHiS hAvE nEvEr hApPenEd bEfoRe" you keep an eye on the five housewardens dudes, seeing as those guys were eyeing you and Yuu lmao💀 like they were looking at some weird... thing.

Except for the shady mf who's looking straight at you with his weird-ass smile.

Really giving you the impulse to sock him in the face again.

(Oh, and also that tablet that kept taking pictures of you thinking that they were slick when you can hear the click every time a pic was taken.)

The headmaster then guided you to the mirror, mumbling pleas for the reflective object to work properly.

"I... I seem to be unable to reach the place that you call home.."

The mirror spoke, troubled and seemingly confused.

Yuu peeks at your face, before paling and trying to get closer to comfort you the way that you did for them, only to full on try to tackle you when you bring out your staff to try and break the damned thing.

If you can't bring me home then maybe I can take your power and do it myself.

MEANWHILE...

"There are traces of what seems to be teleportation magic as well as a smidgen of sleeping magic mixed in, on center of MC's room."

Solomon stated, glancing at the people sitting around the big oval table inside Diavolo's castle.

If anyone else saw the attendance in this little meeting of theirs, they'd have a heart attack.

I mean, when will you ever see representatives of the celestial realm mingling with those of the devildom, the human world and the grim reaper in such a serious manner?

You'd think there's an intergalactic threat on the loose if you ever see their expressions..

But that's the thing.

You weren't there to see them.

That's the problem.

Someone or something took you away from them.

Those connected to you via pact can still feel your emotions and connections through your pact marks but nothing more.

At this rate, they worry that you're too far to reach because they couldn't get to you through their pacts. Where could you be?

The only reassurance they have that you're fine, is your candle in Thirteen's hands.

The last string of reason they have that is keeping them from drowning in their grief and anger.

The burning flame of your candle gave them comfort and fueled their determination to bring you back into their arms.

Don't worry MC, we'll bring you back.

No matter what it takes.

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I'm tryna sketch my MC, but it's taking a long-ass time.

Elae: Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter y'all😊

Don't forget to like, comment, and reblog guys, it really helps me out :3

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I tried to tag all of y'all but it won't work for some reason :c

[anemptypuddingcup]

That’s a good gal.

Luffy smut short.

‼️contains blood play & non-con fingering.

please be careful with these themes

Y’ALL I REALLY DON’T KNOW WTF GOIN ON BUT I DON’T RECOMMEND YOU READ THIS SHIT IF YOU DISLIKE DARK THINGS, THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING-

“Hah…Dumplin’!”

Luffy stumbles into your shared room and huffs heavily, his eyes full of life as if he had enjoyed himself seconds earlier. You turn over and freeze in place, your eyes glancing to his bloodied knuckles and up his body.

Luffy looked as if he had just murdered someone. Not only for protecting himself and you but for the rush and the thrill as well.

“L-Lu…W-Why’re you…”

“Ah?- Why am I bloody? Had t’knock sum sense inta Sanji, don’t wan’ em gawking at my gal do I?” You froze at his words, his voice oddly happy with what he had just said. You slowly stumble back, your legs growing weak from sudden fear as you fell back and bumped into the nightstand with a gasp.

Luffy slowly walks over to you, looking down at your stunned and frightened expression with a smile. He enjoyed that fearful look of yours.

“Aw cmon dumplin’…don’ be like that…” He says in a sudden dark tone, his eyes now giving you a dark glare as he stared down at you. You couldn’t help but to shudder uncontrollably from fear, continuously glimpsing as his bloodied hands made you fear that if you did something wrong…his knuckles would be covered in yours next.

His expression shifts back and he crouches down to you, pressing his hands against your shoulders and making them sticky. “Don’t be worried ‘bout me doin that t’ya. I wouldn’ do that…not unless if ya tried sum I wouldn’” He whispers to you, pressing a sticky smooch to your lips. You shuddered from his cold and slightly-chapped lips against yours and scooted back from him on instinct.

Luffy cups your face and pulls you back into his lips, forcing you to kiss him. You whimper out in protest but he kept your lips against his for a very very long time. The smooching began to grow heated as he slid his tongue past your lips, humming out in ecstasy as he felt a tent growing within his shorts.

He shoves you down against the floorboards, making you gasp out suddenly before his bloody hands begin to pull at your shorts. “Take ‘em off.” He demands lowly, pulling away from your lips and staring down into your doe eyes. You blink and shudder once again at the sight of his filthy hands once again, shaking your head in protest and refusing to cooperate.

Luffy reaches a hand up to your neck, sliding his bloody fingers along your sweet soft skin. “If ya don’ wanna end up like Sanji…Ya better listen t’what I tell ya. I ain’t repeatin’ myself.” He warned, continually tugging at the hem of your shorts. You sigh and obliged, pulling your shorts off for him while he runs back to his silly little smile. “Good gal…” He whispers to you, making your pussy throb with his words.

He presses his sticky and bloody fingers against your clothed cunt, sliding it along the fabric and staining it. You shuddered in disgust but your body began to burn up with the slight arousal. The look on Luffy’s face made you whimper out while he circles his thumb against your clothed clit. You huff out and arch your back, wanting to scoot away and get out of his grasp.

He grabs your thigh and pulls you closer to him, pulling you onto his lap while your legs were still spread open. He looks at you with half-lidded eyes and a signature smile across his face, his tongue trailing across his lips as he continues to slide his icky fingers along your panties. “Mmgh~ L-Luffy~” You huff out, laying your head against his shoulders and grinding your hips against his hand.

Luffy pulls your panties back and stuffs his hand inside, his fingers now rubbing against your clit. You gasp out and pull back but Luffy wraps an arm around your back and keep you close, forcing you to feel his fingers. “L-Luffy!-“ You whine out, squirming within his grasp and struggling to let go.

You stared in bewilderment as Luffy stuffs two bloody digits into your pussy, his very digits smothered in Sanji’s sticky blood. You whine out and squirm around, not wanting Luffy to touch you for another second. A tight grip on your thigh makes you whine out while he stuffs his digits further into your pussy, making you moan out as he nudged your g-spot.

You feel him slide his fingers past your entrance and you gasp out, pulling and scratching against his skin. You moan out sudden as you felt his fingers rub against your g-spot.

“Ya like m’sticky fingers in ya pussy like that..? Hm?” He whispers into your ear, pressing a smooch to your neck while you sigh out.

“N-No~ No I don’t! Take them out! Please Luffy!~” You moan out, a whine leaving your lips as you shudder from the mixture of pleasure and fear. “Liar. Ya lyin’ t’me. Ya like th’feelin’ of m’fingers inside ya pussy. M’fingers sticky w’Sanji’s blood-”

“S-Shut up! Stop it!”

You whimper out and squirm around in his arm, pressing your hands to his shoulders and pushing as you tried you’re hardest to get out of his grasp. “L-Luffy please! Let me go!- Ah!~” You gasp out, his fingers digging deeper into your pussy and grinding against your gummy walls. “Shh shh~ Ya like m’fingers inside ya, don’ resist me baby~” He sighs out heavily, your hips against his hardened cock while he begins to grind against you.

“No! No Luffy!~ F-Fuck~” You arch your back and grind your hips into his fingers, your body going against your own mind. You moan and whine out as you felt your orgasm growing close, and with that your walls begin tightening around Luffy’s thick fingers. “Ooh~ S’tight ain’tcha dumplin’? Ya wanna cum hmm? Ya wanna cum on m’fingers like m’good lil’ gal?” He asked, teasing you with the phrase you loved oh so dearly.

His words makes you whimper out while you throw your head back from the pleasure. You’re practically riding his fingers and chasing after your high. “Fuck fuck fuck!~ Fuck oh god!~” You gasp out, your brows furling while you shut your eyes a bit tightly. “Hahhhh Luffy!~” You gasp out Luffy’s name, laying your head against his shoulder while you continue to hump his bloodstained fingers.

“Cmon an’ cum. Cum on m’fuckin fingers~” Luffy whispers to you, biting his lip as he watched his fingers sink in and out of your warm and sticky pussy. “Fuck Luffy~ Fuck!~” You whine out breathily, continuing to hump his fingers while you squirt on them. A heavy moan leaves your lips as your hips slowly came to a stop, a groan spilling out as you fall a bit weak against body.

Luffy hums out and pulls his fingers from your pussy, making you moan out shakily. He slides his bloody yet cum-drenched fingers along his tongue, coating his tastebuds in a salty yet sweet mixture. He mewls out and licks his lips. “S’tasty~ Ya cum tastes better though~” He chuckles, staring down at you.

You shudder at his words and sigh out, your body feeling dirty and grimy. “Ya such a good gal f’me~ Admit it, ya liked me fingerin’ ya~ Fingerin’ ya with Sanji’s blood all over m’fuckin fingers.” He whispers to you, rubbing his other hand along your back. You don’t answer him but you whimper and whine at his words.

“My good gal~ Such a good gal f’takin’ m’bloody fingers like that.”

[angelsinthejungle]

POWER TRIPS

Written in semi-screenplay format. Read something playful 💖 → Good Vibes Only

cw: manipulation, mind games, virginity loss, domineering behaviors, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, age gap- reader, you, is older & takes advantage of situation. 18+ NSFW

Key *Italicized = Readers inner thoughts*

enjoy w/ caution🤭

INT. LUFFY and Y/N naked, share a snug spot on a spacious couch. Luffy is inexperienced in the realm of intimacy on the cusp of exploration.

Staring at each others lips, he puckers— they're wet, plushy and glistening, just like how my pussy’s feeling. We kiss. His cock so thick and pretty, glazed with pre-cum, his tip a slight swoll red. It springs around uptop his full balls like two ripened plums. Even when naked he looks put together.

He seizes my hips, lifts and swings me over his lap. I fight back pushing his chest away. Some attempts to rein in his enthusiasm. 

Y/N (sternly) Calm down!

A harsh look crosses his face. He’s like a cute, innocent puppy with a mean look. 

LUFFY (eager) Plea...se.

His tip slick under me. I massage it against my wet vulva, making him quiver. Spastic with stimulation, his big hands rub all over me. A loud SLAP echos in the room! He clutches onto my hips pulling me down desperately trying to push himself in. 

LUFFY (determined, huffing) I won’t let go. You get away too easily and I’m ready. Right! Now!

He’s naive but strong and unpredictable, an interesting mix— Gripping his throat, I squeeze until his pretty mouth opens for little gasps of air. Slowly lowering my hips, his dick stiff and juicing. 

Y/N (firm) Stick out your tongue.

I lean in licking and kissing. His tongue is buttery and taste like raspberries. We probe and penetrate each others mouths, so slick and gushy. His thick dick burns. It sears me open. I wince in pain when he’s fully inside; it feels delicious, like a hot sweet treat burning your tongue as you eat it.

LUFFY (passionate) God- you- so warm n’ soft.

His wide brown eyes intaking all this new experience.

I clasp my fingers under his smooth firm ass. With control, I hoist his hips upward pushing his cock in further, bringing our foreheads together. Motioning my hips, I start fucking him into the couch. My pussy gliding, swallowing and releasing him. It’s an intimate moment, breathing in each others moans, covering ourselves in goosebumps. He perks his ears closer to me.

LUFFY (entranced) You sound so angelic.

I put my fingers in his mouth. He sucks on them like candies. I push in til he gags, then gag him again making his tummy jerk hard.

Y/N (lustful) Fuuc- that sweet mouth of yours.

Concerned, he peers up at me. I spring and sway my tits in his face, distracting him. 

LUFFY (abrupt) Mm’fuck- wai.. wait! 

Starkly stopping, grabbing my waist, he lifts me up but not out. Maddened, I palm the under side of his jaw! Puckering and yanking his baby face, spinning his little world.

Y/N (hissing, narrow eyed) You asked for this, no?

His face turns bright red, upset. Embarrassed to be intimidated by me, to be milked so quickly. The heaviness in his pit makes him adjust. Idk which will burst first, his balls or hurt feelings. Unsure what to do, he deny’s eye contact. His biceps flex as he snarls ripping the fabric of the sofa. It shakes me internally but I quickly regather plunging his cock back through me. 

LUFFY (pleads) W-wait!!

—I smush a couch pillow in his complaining face. He wants to stop, hmm? I lift off when he's about to climax, depriving him of stimulation. A loud squelch releases us. Immediately he reaches for me and I smack his hands away, standing over him.

LUFFY (shock) Augh! Wtf?! Get back here, touch me!

His face O’s and Ah’s. He looks helpless, begging and slurring words as he’s sucked into an orgasm. His cock swings, flailing juices, it starts to pivot with every hot spurt, making his shoulders jut forward. The sight so innocent and dirty.

Cum dribbles down his shaft, balls, taint and cheeks, soaking his lap. He’s twitchy and lethargic. I smear it through his pubic hairs tangling and pinching them between the webs of my fingers. I arch my back and spread the rest of his cum in and up my ass.

GOD! His scent so fresh, all over me, I can’t help myself! Cupping his underarms, I climb back on top biting and snipping his neck and ears.

LUFFY (overwhelmed) Oww! Why?! Owh! Y/N (basking) Shhh...sh-shhh...

He's extremely sensitive and still hard. I reach for his leaky tip but it slips out my hands making him jolt.

LUFFY (panic) No! I'm aching. I can’t handle that again!

I pin him down with all my body weight. My pussy lips latch on and swallow. I tense my pelvic floor so he can’t slide out of me. His squirming intensifies. Pathetically fighting me, drumming the top of my chest, it makes me heave, pounding thoughts out my head. 

Y/N (mocking) I’ve caught myself a ‘wittle’ Bambi, huhh?

LUFFY Sh-shut up! 

Trapped, his darling face wells up and blatantly starts to cry. This power trip is inescapable for both of us. Attempting to soothe, I put my fingers back in his mouth but he instantly spits them out! Clenching his jaw, showing his teeth with a growled look as if, perhaps, he could scare me away.

There’s a hushed tension looking at another. An odd shift in the room makes me wrinkle a brow but I brush it off.

His hips thrust up, leaning me in, latching on my tits. Loud supplings and whines echo filling the empty air.

LUFFY (sobbing, sucking, soothing) mmmhmm ~ mmmmphff ~ mmmmphfmmmmm

He shuts his eyes.

I tug and hold his dark curly hair. 

Y/N (lewd) Open- I wanna watch. 

Drool seeps out tenderly, complimenting his weepy face. His tongue swirling and gliding over my smooth tit and nipple. He starts lapping, and licking, and slapping with it, sloppily all over my titty. Fuck!! It's heavenly. His sweet lips make a mess on me, smooching and tugging on my nipple repeatedly. 

Greedily he nudges off my grasp sucking harder. He smooshes his fingers between my asscheeks circling my rosy rim, feeling the ridges and textures. With instinct he presses into my warm gush. 

LUFFY (horny, overstimulated) Mmmmmm’...Auhhhh...

I feel the cold metal of his pirate ring shoved in my ass. Scared I’m going to get away from him again he probes in another finger, gripping me from my insides. It feels intrusive, desperate, vengeful.

He drapes me over his trembling body, mashing me down, grinding me back and forth on his groin, massaging and smothering his bulky cock in my tight gummy insides. It burns in the sweetest way. His balls expand and puffin under me like I'm forcibly humping a suede cushiony seat. 

The couch shifts back and forth screeching across the wooden floor. My hands pillow his head; uncontrollably he accelerates, crushing them against the headrail of the sofa. I let him cry and grind the shit out of my pussy. Til he’s deep in gushing and cumming, sucking and whimpering, all over my titties thru his second orgasm.

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Both wet and panting, I brush little hairs out of his pretty dark eyes. He looks up parting his mouth, spit gathering as he edges his tongue out. We kiss passionately before I pull away. He wraps himself around my waist and buries into me, holding on, quivering gently.

-norwoodx 💀💕angelsinthejungle

[soobinskii]

jiung drabble #1

warnings : no y/n, fingering, lowkey kinda long oops-.. also sorry abt the spacing, idk how to fix it :(

a/n : bro wtf jiung went live literally as i was writing this, he loves me sm.

you and jiung were in your shared bedroom, aimlessly scrolling through your phones. you decide to cuddle up to jiung, kissing his neck and placing your leg over his. he places a kiss on your forehead and smiles down on you and wraps his arm around you again as you get settled in your new position.

all of a sudden you start to get really sensitive to the feeling of his hand on your back, and how big it feels.. his long, slender fingers, his wide palm.. you start to think about the things he could do and the things that he has done, the way his fingertips have left marks on your hips, the feeling of his long fingers inside of you, the way he sticks his fingers in your mouth, the-

"hey, you alright, babe? youve been watching the same video over and over again." jiung breaks your train of thought.

"huh? yeah, i'm alright. just started thinking.." your voice trails off and you chuckle awkwardly.

"thinking? thinking about what, if you don't mind me asking." jiung interrogates you.

oh fuck.. "uhmm well, you knoww.. just the usual thinking stuff..- yeah." yeah, you totally fucked that up.

jiung laughs, not buying anything you're saying.

he pulls you up into a sitting position and scoots you onto his lap, putting his phone down. "yeah.. i don't believe you." he tilts his head and looks into your eyes, "why don't you tell me the truth, love?"

you look down at where your legs meet his, your face heating up and you start fumbling over your words trying to lie, so you decide to tell him the truth.

"well, i was thinking about you. more specifically your hands... i think they're really hot and-" you cut yourself off before you can start babbling and rambling on.

he gets a shit eating smirk on his face, one that you just want to roll your eyes at.

"oh? and what babe?" he raises his eyebrow, faux innocence twinkling in his eyes.

"and just a few other things about your hands.." you say, and he brings his hand up your thigh, caressing it.

he nods, listening to what your saying. "ah.. so, my love, why don't you tell me some of those things; don't mind what i'm doing, just keep talking," he mumbles the last part, but he pulled you in closer so you could hear him "wanna hear that pretty voice of yours.."

you nod and he slips his fingers through your shorts, beginning to rub you over your undergarments.

"well, uhm.. i was thinking about.. the strength of you and also your hands.." you point at the marks left on your torso from the prior night.

he nods while moving his fingers faster over your most sensitive spot, "fuck. i was also thinking about you fingering me.." your voice trails off as you lean your head back.

"ohmygod- jiung.. please just- just finger me please.." you nearly beg, and he abides by your requests.

he flips you over so that you're sitting with your back to his chest.

he takes the clothes on your lower half off and dips his fingers down to your slippery core and your breath hitches in your throat.

he starts massaging your soft bundle of nerves and you grab his arm.

"ji..-" you whisper out, your voice barely coming out.

"yes, doll?" he purrs into your ear, his voice dropped nearly an octave and the nickname makes you grind your hips agains his hand.

you bite your lower lip and lean your head back onto his shoulder and he kisses your cheek.

once he decides you're ready for his fingers he sticks two digits into your messy heat, a small wet noise filling the room as he slowly, languidly pushes his fingers into your soft entrance.

you moan out as you feel him enter you, using both hands to hold onto his arm.

he starts working his fingers in and out of you.

your back involuntarily arches as you relish in the feeling of his slick fingertips pressing onto your g-spot. you cry out his name, "agh..- jiung!"

jiung playfully mocks you, "ah jiung!" but then giggles, "what baby? you gonna cum for me, huh?"

you nod, and you roll your hips against his fingers and his clothed, hard dick.

you can't see him, but you can imagine his eyes as he looks at you, pupils dark, eyes glazed over with desire with his cheeks flushed and a slight smirk adorning his features as he admires you.

your muscles tighten, and your dripping cunt throbs around his fingers. he wraps his hand around your throat, not applying any pressure, only holding it there. his touch burns and you feel so incredibly hot, it's as if you've been placed atop the sun.

you let out shaky moans, and you hear jiung's intoxicating voice grace your ears "come on pretty, cum for me, yeah? please honey.. i need it- i need you to cum all over my fingers." he cockily whines out, knowing how much you love to hear him beg. he thrusts his fingers faster, curling them at the perfect moment, bringing you closer and closer to tipping over the edge.

you dig your nails into his forearm as you reach your release, your hips stuttering, muscles quivering and your vision blurs.

he starts moving his fingers slower, letting you come down from your high, gently bringing you down as if he's pulling a fragile porcelain statue down from the stars.

he pulls his fingers out of you and holds your waist, taking the hand that was on your throat and stroking your hair. "that's it.. you did so good for me.." he kisses your jaw.

you're still feeling dazed from your orgasm that nearly felt like electricity but you grab his crotch, almost asking 'what about you?'

he replies, not needing to hear anything verbal "don't worry about me, it was about you."

[richeeduvie]

How would lalo react if princesa started acting like him, insanely energetic n charismatic n smily 😭n he’s js like “wtf🤨”

She's drunk. A bit high. These moments make Lalo regret allowing her to smoke weed - smoke weed and drink at the same time at least.

"Hola, Nacho."

Nacho almost drops his plate. Lalo's head snaps to the kitchen from his place on the couch.

The hell?

Princesa got quiet for the last twenty minutes during their shows. They've just been watching anything and she went to go get seconds, something Lalo was proud of. Both in the fact of his food being so good and the fact that Princesa's eating well.

She scratches her the spot above her lip.

"I don't know why, it's almost one a.m and I'm not tired. Someone's rubbing off on me."

She slides closer to Nacho, leaning over the stove.

"Can you make me my plate, please?"

"...Y-yeah. Yeah, are yo-"

"Thank you, my friend. Because you are my friend, even when you don't like me som-"

"Princesa."

Lalo's suddenly in the kitchen, eyes stern. Princesa smiles bright, she's happy to see her love. Her soulmate. And he looks so handsome, a bit bigger in the belly and longer in the hair. He only needs to cut one of them.

He takes his head aback when she begins swinging his body from side to side in this sort of hug. Something he does, although...it's a lot harder for her to move him.

Lalo smooths her hair back as she looks up at him, drunkenly smiley in the yellow light. There's no nerves on her skin, nothing like a quick heartbeat or tight feeling. Lack of shame and shyness.

Like she's learning from Lalo.

Nacho tries not to stare. He hates how he has to try. But he makes Princesa's plate. Lalo watches the way he does, plates the food nicely.

He swallows as Princesa fixes his hair.

"You smell handsome."

She suddenly pulls away, even with Lalo's hand tight on her wrist. She's somehow even more smiley when she turns to Nacho.

"Nacho, what you doing?"

"Thank you, Nacho. You know how to fix a plate." She takes the plate from Nacho, who can't say...nothing. "Lalo, grab a fork. I don't want to waste."

"Princesa, you have to make your own plate. Can't have Ignacio slaving around like that. But what the hell has gotten into you?"

She shrugs and takes a bite.

"Mexican wine."

She kisses Lalo's cheek and he burns. His hands flex.

"Did I said thank you?"

Nacho leans again the cold stove. "...You did."

"Good. You're welcome."

She makes her way to the couch, laying flat across and smiles warmly at Lalo standing above her. He stares black in the dim light.

Nacho doesn't dare to find himself in the room. He rubs his face on the way to his room. Nacho. Nacho.

He takes a slow, stiff moment to sit on the couch, holding her feet in his hands and putting them on his lap. She pokes his knee with her toe.

Princesa hiccups when she sits up. She presses a piece of meat on Lalo's lips. He lets her. There's a keyword there.

"Ah, Lalo."

She sniffles and hiccups again.

"I can't let you drink again, huh, girl?"

"...We'll see if I let you."

"Excuse me-"

Lalo almost chokes on his own food. Princesa nuzzles her face into his neck. The man feels heat everywhere. It's angry, maybe - yeah...but he has to make his hand into fists, at her...at Princesa's bold behavior. Sweet girl being too sweet. It doesn't feel good on the stomach, it feels like when she's touching him and she's not shy, which Lalo guesses is now.

"Damn you."

"Please don't do that."

Princesa puts the plate down carefully onto the couch. She does sound sad, but neither of them really know if she's feigning it with his teeth and tongue. But it's Lalo, it's his girl sounding sad cause of him and he feels it on his muscle.

He sighs.

"I'm playing, Princesa. You think with the way you've been playing tonight, you would know what that would look like."

Lalo leans his head back at the feeling of a smile in his neck.

"I do."

[msith]

Pjsk boys reaction to fem! reader who is usually shy suddenly calling char cute, then pretty, then handsome, then hot.

ty love your writing <3

I'm not cute,pretty, handsome nor hot!!>⁠.⁠<

A/n: hdjsghd I don't know what to do rn and im to lazy to write since it's 6 in the morning yawn but thanks for requesting!!^⁠_⁠^ sorry I couldn't do rui!! Headcannons but change the headcannons to writing (it's now 6 pm wtf)

ִ ࣪𖤐 bro was just going on a walk with you

ִ ࣪𖤐 just walking you to home nothing special (boring)

ִ ࣪𖤐 but you wanted to hang out with him! Of course.. he accepted because he didn't have anything to do

ִ ࣪𖤐 you suggested to go to a cafe!!

ִ ࣪𖤐 of course he was proud that you were opening up to him! Just a little bit of course

ִ ࣪𖤐 you went into the cafe and like ordered the stuff you wanted and he was looking so cute eating the ice cream he ordered.. so you reflect to call him cute uh nope pretty! Wait sorry handsome ah wrong!! Hot!

ִ ࣪𖤐 didn't process what you were saying but when he did he was so flustered omfg

ִ ࣪𖤐 might leave the cafe screaming in his head about how you called him cute,pretty and all that you said

꩜ cutie knows affection but doesn't know how to get it!

꩜ but bro knows attention???

꩜ anyway you were on your room thinking of something

꩜ you wanted to get him a new shirt! In secret of course.. giving him the package anonymously. Yk yk

꩜ 1 week later when he got the package he was skeptical and called you so that he ensure its not a weird fan that sends him weird stuff of him

꩜ you were pretty scared that he finds out that it was you that sent it luckily he didn't know of course

꩜ you went over to his house and knocked on it. He answered it

꩜ he allowed you to come inside and like you and him opened the package

꩜ it was the shirt you ordered for him.. he was embarrassed not gonna lie

��� and when he put on the shirt you.. instantly called him cute I meant hot! Nope pretty! Sorry err handsome! Oh my gosh your mouth was blabbering nonesense

꩜ he eventually just blushed a bright red omfg this is cringe ik

♬ you just wanted some time with toya your best friend!!

♬ you both had the same interest and likes going to the library and is also a library committee!

♬ ngl you were pretty shy around him bc you just stayed in your room when you were a kid

♬ you enjoyed "secretly" looking at him.. and also the comfortable silence..

♬ as usual you walked from your classroom to the library

♬ you saw toya and you shyly waved at him

♬ he waved at you too and blushed slightly cringe just like why I live

♬ you moved closer to him so that you can get some time with him.. what?! Im saying this as a friend way not a lover way!

♬ you noticed that he is wearing the jacket that you sent him!!

♬ ah you were blushing so much seeing him!! he asked if you're okay!

♬ you reflected and called him cute,pretty, handsome and hot!!

♬ bro almost had a heart attack hearing that from you ong

♬ he blushed so much you can almost make a one to one comparison of him and a tomato O⁠_⁠o

♬ bro will remember that moment everyday. EVERYDAY

[uchihaharlot]

FOR THE LIFE OF ME COULD NOT GET THIS TO LET ME EDIT IT??!!!! wtf tumblr!

Ok what the hell, this is so gosh darn wholesome and sweet. I am such an old soul (like seriously sorry these songs are so damn old). I included potential songs they would dance to below. Though I am more partial to Billie Holiday’s ‘I’ll Be Seeing You’ — ‘I don’t want to set the world on fire’ by The Ink Spots is really on par for an Uchiha. I know you said party, but this is now the festival of romance. Lol.

N/SFW(?? Super suggestive); pining; down bad simpy boy Shisui who can’t keep his eyes or hands off you.

• Ok so, my king. Shisui, is such a suave guy. Hears this girl laughing out with some friends at the spring Festival of Romance. He’s not entirely new to the scene, but the night has been overwhelming. Lots of grabby girls trying to capture one of Konoha’s most eligible bachelors. He’d really only came for the food and drinks.

• Target acquired, oops. Red spun pearls dial in when he hears this girl laugh before he actually sees her — it didn’t help that she was drop dead gorgeous either. It wasn’t even her looks that caught his attention first, it was the sweet little melodic wisp of her laugh/hum.

• Super down bad from the go. Basically is sharingan fucking her from a distance, respectfully, secretly. The man just likes what he sees, and he wants a before and after image of their first encounter. Sike, he’s just that shameless.

• Has no issue walking right up to her group of friends to address his desires. Shisui would say something extremely corny while still making it sound good, ‘You know what you'd look beautiful in? My arms.’

• Doesn’t even wait for the silly oneliner to register before he swoops her up to the dance floor, lol. Poor girl is just like system crash.exe.

• Doesn’t even need to try, this girl is besotted and honestly, a little caught off guard by his advances. Shisui normally thinks rationally, so he’ll apologize for stealing her so abruptly from her friends but, like, ‘If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I'll give it right back.’

• 🫣🫠 She doesn’t even know how to respond to that, he is just so bold. Will turn her cheek shyly which just has Shisui smiling the full width of his mouth. She’s in just as deep as he is.

• But when she looks back up at him, oh man. His lips are a hairsbreadth away, and that’s when she is caught in his vision. Inoperable, he won’t coerce her, consent is king but if she closes her eyes.

• Shisui will feather his lips to hers and reel her a little closer. The music sounds muffled over the sound of her capillaries expanding and rushing blood through her ears. Ah fuck, when did his hand end up at that small of her back. He won’t overtly take advantage of the situation, but part of him really is tempted to.

• Shisui lovingly places his hands in all the right spots, appropriate for public, inappropriate for strangers. Wholly hot and scandalous.

• There are a plethora of people surrounding them, so Shisui will bring her closer than close, basically his mouth to her ear as she guides them across the dance floor. She’s incredibly sweet but quiet when they whisper between one another. They’ll end up spending majority of the night out dancing — probably the last people to leave. With her head on his shoulder, Shisui is blissed out by her presence.

• Shisui is a gentleman, he’ll offer to ‘walk’ her home. Surprise Shunshin before he even considers if she has a sensitive stomach. It will catch her off guard and surprisingly makes her curse, ‘fuck me’ out of exasperation under her breath.

• To which Shisui would quip, ‘don’t mind if I do.’

[spicy-picklez]

Hiya! How about a Larissa x fem vampire teacher fic where there's like a shortage of fresh blood, so larissa offers her own blood and at first reader is like no wtf I can't do it but they start getting a little hungrier and they eventually give in. Like they don't kill larissa or anything like that they just drain her a little and then take care of her afterwards? Bringing her cookies and putting her to bed, and Larissa reassures them that they're not a monster and stuff?

Hey Anon!

This idea was super fun to write! Thank you so much for requesting it. ☺️

-Picklez

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Blood Bond

Includes:

Mentions of blood/blood sucking.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x fem!vampire!teacher!reader

Summary:

After limiting your blood intake due to a shortage from your supplier, you receive an offer that’s too tempting to resist.

Word Count:

1.3k

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A/N: I’m slowly working through the many pieces I’ve started writing. Keep sending through more requests, I love writing your ideas! They’re so creative.

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“What could Larissa want?” Your nerves are high as you walk through the corridors. Your boss, Principal Weems, had asked you to stop by her office after school earlier today and now that classes had finished, you can’t help the anxiety settling in your stomach. It doesn’t help that you’re having to limit your blood intake due to a shortage of fresh blood from your suppliers. You swore you’d never harm someone for blood but lately, your patience has been running thin. Your fangs have been so sensitive, everytime you pass literally anyone else in the corridor, you keep getting an overwhelming urge to drink from them. Well there’s that and the blood bond that comes with it. Whenever you drink blood straight from someone’s body, your fangs will only ever crave them.

Taking a deep breath, you knock on the wooden door to her office. “Come in.” Larissa’s soft English accent sounds from the other side of the door. Your shaking hands manage to open the door, stepping inside before closing it behind you. “Ah Miss Y/L/N, thank you for coming. Please, take a seat.” She offers a warm smile, extending her hand towards an empty seat by her desk. God, the scent of her was intoxicating. “What did you need to speak to me about?” You were grateful for the soft leather chair that caught you as your legs dropped you halfway through sitting down.

“Well as you know, we were originally only hiring you as a temporary post while Mrs Sayer was on maternity leave. However, she has decided to resign to be a stay at home mum. The students adore having you as their teacher so, Ms Y/L/N, would you like to be a permanent member of the Nevermore staff?” Shock falls upon you as you hear her words. “Yes, of course. Thank you.” You can’t help the excitement in your veins as you say this. Larissa grins, sitting back in her chair, raising her head approvingly. “I was hoping you’d say that. Thank you Miss Y/L/N that’ll be all.” She says, offering out her hand for you to shake.

The moment you stand, black spots cloud your vision, a cold sweat flushing over your body. A tingling sensation floods your veins as you grab her hand. “Miss Y/L/N, you look dreadful.” Your already pale complexion had lost the minimal colour it had to it, making you whiter than a sheet of paper. Your fangs throb at the connection of your skin on hers. “I’m ok, don’t worry about me.” Take her. Drink from her. Make her your blood bond. The primal vampire urge sounds clearly in the forefront of your mind. “Y/N. Sit. Down.” Larissa’s tone deepens, and you obey, sitting back down as your head spins.

“Good. Now what’s going on?” She stands up, walking over to you. Bringing a seat closer to yours, you tense at the close proximity, your fangs throbbing to make her your blood bond. Taking a deep breath, you try to regain some composure. “There’s a shortage of blood from my suppliers so I’ve been having to limit my blood intake. Let’s just say my body isn’t handling it well.” Larissa purses her lips, deep in thought after hearing your words. Your hands, now damp with sweat, rub awkwardly over your pants, hoping the friction of fabric on your skin will help ground you. “And you can’t just drink from someone?”

You let off a slight chuckle at her words. “Physically? Yes, I very much can. If anything, it’s been getting harder and harder not to. Everytime I’m near anyone, my fangs start throbbing, it’s rather excruciating. But I swore I wouldn’t take someone’s blood for my own well-being. It’s not fair on them.” A slight pause falls over the room before she says her next words. “Use mine.” Your head darts up to her, your eyes filled with shock. “I can’t. If I drink from someone, it causes a blood bond. If I use yours, I can’t use any other blood. I can’t drag you into that.”

Of course, you wanted a blood bond with her. She had the most intoxicating scent out of anyone in the school. The fact you’d get to see her everyday definitely wasn’t a negative either. You had always had a soft spot for your boss, how could you not. She has the most gorgeous smile and her infectious personality is nothing but genuine.

“You wouldn’t be dragging me into anything, I’m offering. If it means I get to see you more often, then I will gladly be your blood bond.” She says, her hand brushing back stray hairs from her shoulder, exposing her neck. The sight of her soft skin, unmarked and pale, made your fangs send a sharp pain of desire through your body. Darting your eyes to her cerulean ones, you take a deep breath. “Are you sure? There’s no going back from this.” Your voice was soft with uncertainty as you ask this, your heart racing. She nods. “I’m sure.” Moving closer to her, your fangs ache for the taste of her.

Placing a soft kiss on her neck, you mumble against her skin. “I feel you’re horribly romanticising this Larissa.” A soft chuckle escapes her. “Are you complaining?” You shake your head before gently sinking your fangs through her skin, a sharp breath escaping her at the initial puncture. The moment you taste her, you can’t help the soft moan that falls off your lips. Her blood was divine, the sweet liquid trickling down your throat.

Extracting yourself from her skin, you swallow, receiving instant relief from your blood malnutrition. Reverting your gaze back to Larissa who gives you a reassuring smile. “Come on.” You stand up, offering her your hand which she sceptically takes. You lead her through the door on the side of her office, separating it from her private quarters. Leading her over to her couch by the fireplace, you help her sit down. “How are you feeling?” Your voice is full of worry as you crouch down in front of her. She lets out a small chuckle. “Like I just ran two marathons back to back.” You have to suppress your grin as she says this. Reaching into your back pocket, you pull out a block of chocolate. Breaking off a row, you offer it out to her, which she gratefully accepts. “I was saving this for tomorrow, it helps the headache Wednesday always manages to give me.”

Larissa’s soft chuckle fills your ears, making your knees weak. “At least I’m not the only one she gives them too.” You can’t help your grin, shaking your head. “Not at all.” Standing up, you quickly grab her a glass of water. “Here, drink. You need it.” She takes it, desperately trying to stop the lightheaded feeling over-taking her. Sitting on the couch next to her, she all but falls weakly onto your chest. Your arm instinctively wraps around her, your free hand reaching up to gently stroke through her hair. You can’t help the guilt burdening you as you look down over her. “I’m so sorry.” You murmur, your voice soft, barely louder than a whisper. She lifts her head to face your, placing her lips softly on your cheek. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. I know what I’ve gotten myself into. Please, Y/N, don’t beat yourself up over this. I did it because I can’t have my favourite teacher feeling under the weather. I care about you a lot.”

A soft smile pulls at your lips as you hear this. “I’m your favourite?” Her grin is infectious. “Well, do you see me forming a blood bond with anyone else?” You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you. Shaking your head, you grin. “Well, no…”

“Exactly. Besides, it’s already done. You’re stuck with me now.” She chuckles, pressing her head firmer against your chest. A soft smile is glued to your face as you gently place your lips to the top of her head. “Thank you.”

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[xnorwoodx]

POWER TRIPS

this is my first smut. wanted to share it here. written in semi-screen play format.

cw: dom!reader, manipulation, mind games, virginity loss, ruined orgasm, overstim, switching, age gap- reader, you, is older & takes advantage of situation. 18+ NSFW

Key *Italicized = Readers inner thoughts*

y/n = your name

enjoy w/ caution🤭

INT. LUFFY and Y/N naked, share a snug spot on a spacious couch. Luffy is inexperienced in the realm of intimacy on the cusp of exploration.

Staring at each others lips, he puckers— they’re wet, plushy and glistening, just like how my pussy’s feeling. We kiss. His cock so thick and pretty, glazed with pre-cum, his tip a slight swoll red. It springs around uptop his full balls like two ripened plums. Even when naked he looks put together.

He seizes my hips, lifts and swings me over his lap. I fight back pushing his chest away. Some attempts to rein in his enthusiasm. 

Y/N (sternly) Calm down!

A harsh look crosses his face. He’s like a cute, innocent puppy with a mean look. 

LUFFY (eager) Plea…se.

His tip slick under me. I massage it against my wet vulva, making him quiver. Spastic with stimulation, his big hands rub all over me. A loud SLAP echos in the room! He clutches onto my hips pulling me down desperately trying to push himself in. 

LUFFY (determined, huffing) I won’t let go. You get away too easily and I’m ready. Right! Now!

He’s naive but strong and unpredictable, an interesting mix— Gripping his throat, I squeeze until his pretty mouth opens for little gasps of air. Slowly lowering my hips, his dick stiff and juicing. 

Y/N (firm) Stick out your tongue.

I lean in licking and kissing. His tongue is buttery and taste like raspberries. We probe and penetrate each others mouths, so slick and gushy. His thick dick burns. It sears me open. I wince in pain when he’s fully inside; it feels delicious, like a hot sweet treat burning your tongue as you eat it.

LUFFY (passionate) God- you- so warm n’ soft.

His wide brown eyes intaking all this new experience.

I clasp my fingers under his smooth firm ass. With control, I hoist his hips upward pushing his cock in further, bringing our foreheads together. Motioning my hips, I start fucking him into the couch. My pussy gliding, swallowing and releasing him. It’s an intimate moment, breathing in each others moans, covering ourselves in goosebumps. He perks his ears closer to me.

LUFFY (entranced) You sound so angelic.

I put my fingers in his mouth. He sucks on them like candies. I push in til he gags, then gag him again making his tummy jerk hard.

Y/N (lustful) Fuuc- that sweet mouth of yours.

Concerned, he peers up at me. I spring and sway my tits in his face, distracting him. 

LUFFY (abrupt) Mm’fuck- wai.. wait! 

Starkly stopping, grabbing my waist, he lifts me up but not out. Maddened, I palm the under side of his jaw! Puckering and yanking his baby face, spinning his little world.

Y/N (hissing, narrow eyed) You asked for this, no?

His face turns bright red, upset. Embarrassed to be intimidated by me, to be milked so quickly. The heaviness in his pit makes him adjust. Idk which will burst first, his balls or hurt feelings. Unsure what to do, he deny’s eye contact. His biceps flex as he snarls ripping the fabric of the sofa. It shakes me internally but I quickly regather plunging his cock back through me. 

LUFFY (pleads) W-wait!!

—I smush a couch pillow in his complaining face. He wants to stop, hmm? I lift off when he’s about to climax, depriving him of stimulation. A loud squelch releases us. Immediately he reaches for me and I smack his hands away, standing over him. 

LUFFY (shock) Augh! Wtf?! Get back here, touch me!

His face O’s and Ah’s. He looks helpless, begging and slurring words as he’s sucked into an orgasm. His cock swings, flailing juices, it starts to pivot with every hot spurt, making his shoulders jut forward. The sight so innocent and dirty.

Cum dribbles down his shaft, balls, taint and cheeks, soaking his lap. He’s twitchy and lethargic. I smear it through his pubic hairs tangling and pinching them between the webs of my fingers. I arch my back and spread the rest of his cum in and up my ass.

GOD! His scent so fresh, all over me, I can’t help myself! Cupping his underarms, I climb back on top biting and snipping his neck and ears.

LUFFY (overwhelmed) Oww! Why?! Owh! Y/N (basking) Shhh…sh-shhh…

He’s extremely sensitive and still hard. I reach for his leaky tip but it slips out my hands making him jolt.

LUFFY (panic) No! I’m aching. I can’t handle that again!

I pin him down with all my body weight. My pussy lips latch on and swallow. I tense my pelvic floor so he can’t slide out of me. His squirming intensifies. Pathetically fighting me, drumming the top of my chest, it makes me heave, pounding thoughts out my head. 

Y/N (mocking) I’ve caught myself a ‘wittle’ Bambi, huhh?

LUFFY Sh-shut up! 

Trapped, his darling face wells up and blatantly starts to cry. This power trip is inescapable for both of us. Attempting to soothe, I put my fingers back in his mouth but he instantly spits them out! Clenching his jaw, showing his teeth with a growled look as if, perhaps, he could scare me away.

There’s a hushed tension looking at another. An odd shift in the room makes me wrinkle a brow but I brush it off. 

His hips buck up, leaning me in, latching on my tits. Loud supplings and whines echo filling the empty air.

LUFFY (sobbing, sucking, soothing) mmmhmm ~ mmmmphff ~ mmmmphfmmmmm

He shuts his eyes. 

I tug and hold his dark curly hair. 

Y/N (lewd) Open- I wanna watch. 

Drool seeps out tenderly, complimenting his weepy face. His tongue swirling and gliding over my smooth tit and nipple. He starts lapping, and licking, and slapping with it, sloppily all over my titty. Fuck!! It’s heavenly. His sweet lips make a mess on me, smooching and tugging on my nipple repeatedly. 

Greedily he nudges off my grasp sucking harder. He smooshes his fingers between my asscheeks circling my rosy rim, feeling the ridges and textures. With instinct he presses into my warm gush. 

LUFFY (horny, overstimulated) Mmmmmm’…Auhhhh…

I feel the cold metal of his pirate ring shoved in my ass. Scared I’m going to get away from him again he probes in another finger, gripping me from my insides. It feels intrusive, desperate, vengeful.

He drapes me over his trembling body, mashing me down, grinding me back and forth on his groin, massaging and smothering his bulky cock in my tight gummy insides. It burns in the sweetest way. His balls expand and puffin under me like I’m forcibly humping a suede cushiony seat. 

The couch shifts back and forth screeching across the wooden floor. My hands pillow his head; uncontrollably he accelerates, crushing them against the headrail of the sofa. I let him cry and grind the shit out of my pussy. Til he’s deep in gushing and cumming, sucking and whimpering, all over my titties thru his second orgasm.

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Both wet and panting, I brush little hairs out of his pretty dark eyes. He looks up parting his mouth, spit gathering as he edges his tongue out. We kiss passionately before I pull away. He wraps himself around my waist and buries into me, holding on, quivering gently.

-xnorwoodx 💀💕

[boyinatown]

☣ Vulnerable & Cold Hearted ☣

Warnings : Smut, Swearing, Toxicness, Alchohol, Bj ( male receiving ) , Fingering ( reader receiving) & Unprotected sex

Reader : Gender Neutral.

Scenario : You & Hudson Both had different Plans with each Other, Including betraying one Another.

A/n : this is so messy so go easy on me 😭

walking down the dark streets of seoul , the sound of your footsteps making the streets less dead.

you coudln´t help but think why Daniel wanted you to go to Seoul, Something with the Relationship of Jiho and The Bar. while he and Eli are trying to track down the guy that hurt Max & Derek.

stopping by a shop , looking into the glass thinking if they were even gonna let you even enter the bar, rumor has it it´s not as easy to get in.

you dragged your feet after your endless Thoughts wondering if you were gonna screw up or not, if daniel was gonna be there to save you.

you find yourself infront of the bright Bar, the lights blinding you in the process.

mentally preparing yourself, going over the plan once again in your head you decided to go in anyways.

walking the halls looking at the numbers of the door looking for the right one.

´ 19...20...21.´ you look at the number on the door, you cant help but feel weak in your knees. sweat on your palms making it harder for you to hold the doors handle.

pushing the door open you were shocked by the sight of the one and only , Hudson Ahn . sitting in all his glory with 2 girls. one on the left one on the right.

( he´s kinda...)

before you knew, You realized you were Staring, straightning yourself up you went to the bar.

Getting a drink for yourself , chugging it down thinking about how you´d approach Him when those girls were glued to him.

chugging, chugging . drink after drink , without a stop you kept drinking unresponsibly and made yourself drunk before you even got the chance to talk to Hudson.

feeling dizzy , and the need to puke you wanted to stand up from the chair . but your knees betrayed you and you were left wobbling almost falling back.

´ wtf am i floatin? where´s the floor? ´ looking behind you , Hudson Ahn was holding you.

fuck, he´s hot .

´ You okay? maybe slow down on those shots. You sure are quit the drinker hm? . ´ he says with a grin making you unable to say what you wanted.

studying his face , taking in his features you realized that he looked to good to be your enemy.

´ ah Thank you , if t´ wasn´t for you i would have dropped dead. ´ you tried to laugh out.

´ would you, like to sit down with me then? that way i´ll catch you as many times as you want´ he says with a wink making you smile like a loser.

your inner self was yelling at the fact you and Him were drinking together, legs brushing against each other. your head on his shoulder, looking up at him with doe eyes as if you were signaling you wanted him.

he felt his self tighten in his pants , was it the Alcohol or you?

either way he wanted to find out, and he wanted to now.

Grabbing you by your arm dragging you off the couch , in to the cold air towards a dark alley.

´ what are we doing outside? you grew tired of those girls?´ you grinned out , while he just stared you down.

you felt so small infront of him, you felt like a prey about to be eaten.

´ get on your knees, open that pretty mouth wide open. i´ll give you something better to swallow then liquour. ´

you were shocked by what was coming out of his mouth, but your body betrayed you.

you knew it was wrong, You knew it was an mission.

maybe this will give me a booster to get closer to him, deep down you knew it was just an excuse to touch him

doing what you were told , looking up at him unbuckling his belt, you felt yourself getting more eager for him and went up to help him unbuckle faster.

´ God you´re really desperate hm? need that hole of yours filled so bad you´d fuck a stranger in an alleyway? ´ you heared a slight disgust in his voice teasing you.

you nod eagerly just wanting to touch all parts of him, as if he read your mind he took out his cock and it was to big you were doubting if you could take him.

you were scared, and feared him. am i really supposed to do this.. what if daniel found out.

Hudson noticed you chickening out , rolling his eyes before shoving his dick in your mouth looking down at you with a glare that made you shiver but also slightly turned on.

´ you better start sucking, otherwise you´ll stay dried up here. i got plenty women inside that want me, hurry it up. ´ he warned you obviously annoyed, but he was just joking he wanted you as bad as you wanted him.

not wasting any time, and taking his warning seriously , you started sucking on his tip working your way lower by each suck.

you could hear him breathe out above you , one hand on your head while the other held his parts that your mouth didn´t fit on his cock.

his panting and cursing encouraged you to swallow him whole, reaching his hand that held his full length. looking up at him sending him a message that you were able to fit it inside your mouth.

he looked down smiling at you surprised , placing both his hands in your hair gripping on it still panting out. guess you weren´t vunerable as he thought.

you bobbed your head up and down faster you hollowed your cheeks and took him in deeper, taking it out your mouth stroking him then continueing .

Hudson kept forcing your mouth deeper , gripping your hair and stuttering his hips a few more times against the back of your throat.

pulling his cock out of your mouth, cumming onto your face, the warm liquid leaking from your eyes to your chin.

he couldn´t help but laugh at the sight in front of him, you looked adorable/handsome having his cum on your face. a little signature he wanted you to have.

the only thing he needed to see next was it dripping down your hole.

before you could even wipe the cum of your face you feel yourself being lifted, your hands put against the walls, bent over with your head against the brick walls feeling the coldness of it.

before you could even look back, you felt Hudson put his fingers inside of your aching hole that had been abandoned for minutes.

´ oh my God!...´ you breathed out , the alcohol having influence on you making you moan and gasp whenever he kept going deeper inside of you, curling his fingers.

and when he hit that spot you couldn´t help but tear up and tremble your legs, you weren´t used to this and he knew it.

´ enjoying yourself? bet you´d make more sounds if i bend you over completely . how would you like that? ´´ he whispered in a low tone inside your ear. the hairs on your back standing up.

´ yes, yes please, please i´m all yours just... fill me up. ´ you sighed out, not knowing why but the effect this Man had on you along with the Alchohol had you forgetting your pride/ self respect and the mission. you were even thanking daniel for sending you there.

Satisfied with his anwser, he shoves his cock deep inside you without warning trapping you against the wall his coat hanging over you. both unable to form words, hudson kept hitting inside abusing your hole. you cried out for his mercy begging him to take it more slower.

but who was he to listen to a person that wanted nothing more then their hole fucked? i mean it´s what you asked for right?

ignoring your cries and pleases he kept rutting inside you curling his dick and hitting that same spot.

you tried turning around to push him off , your hole to overstimulated. but he just grabbed your arms and locked them behind your back slapping your ass & finishing what YOU started and rutting back inside without a break.

your threw your head back, gasping at the unexpected move. not being able to hold onto the wall smooching your cheek against the coldness of the bricks. tears streaming down, trying to speak.

´ stop s´to much, i can´t feel my legs. please slow down, it´s to much mnnh!´ you gasped out when you felt him lift your legs, putting his arms underneath them your back arching against his chest. forcing you to take all of him. locking your arms behind his neck pulling him into a kiss, he grunted into your mouth and used his tongue to abuse yours.

you tightned on him, and he responded by biting your neck leaving marks and kissing them. you were gonna be the end of him, he felt it near.

´ your just to much, losen up already you moron. give yourself up to me, i promise i´ll treat you like royalty. would you like that? endlessly fucked and filled by me?´ he whispered in your ear his voice making you whine and respond by looking into his eyes with those eyes again... he felt his self lose control.

making you bounce on his cock, milking him dry and moaning like a whore that never felt dick inside them, begging him to fill you with his hot cum did something inside of Hudson, he never felt..

more powerful and in charge.

he sped up his pace wanting to hear more of your moans and gasps. more of your cries telling him he´s to big, more of you being a slut that milked his cock dry.

looking down where both your bodys were connected and his cock going in and out of you he thrusted a few more times.

´ you better not spill all of it or i´ll make you stuffed and a leaking cum bag.´

throwing your head back , biting your lip groaning you felt him cum inside you as you finished your own orgasm

panting out he got you of his cock and sat you down on the cold floor, kneeled down and gave you a small kiss on the lips. licking your neck in the process. earning more noises he thought you´d be done with.

you looked him in the eyes, gaze revealing you were to fucked and tired to think properly, still feeling his cock inside you. hole clenching on nothing while warm cum drips out.

´ guess Daniel won´t be getting any information soon hm? ´ he sighed out.

you widned your eyes , the look of betrayal made him laugh right in your face, cupping your cheeks and lowering his voice. dropping the stranger who just wanted a one night stand act.

´ you May be cute but i´m cold hearted, unfortunately i knew your plan moron. you think Jiho wouldn´t warn me of you? use that pretty head of yours besides bobbing it up and down.´

your fucked state dissapeared and you felt your heart drop, you spoke out with a raspy voice.

´ don´t tell Daniel, Please..´

looking down embaressed to even face Hudson, he grabbed your cheeks aggresively making you look at him.

´ i don´t think i have to, a picture tells a million words. ´ you were wondering what he meant . and your question was anwsered when he pulled out his phone.

the bright screen revealing you on the floor all fucked out, legs spread hole filled with cum, eyes red from how much you cried , cum dripping down staring at the floor .

you felt betrayed, YOU got betrayed instead of him.

you were interrupted in your thoughts when you saw him stand up and put his phone in his pocket. walking away from you.

´ now i wonder who betrayed who, see you around, ´ royalty ´ . ´

accepting defeat by gathering your clothes you couldn´t help but still feel attracted to him.

you knew it was wrong, but you were to wobbly and dizzy to decide what was best.

calling a taxi to go back home, scared of what you´d tell daniel.

and Hudson did what he said, he kept his promises after all.

approaching daniel , showing him the picture. proud of his work grinning widely studying daniels shocked face that was once full with confidence.

´ guess they needed a quick fuck to show em what they were missing, to bad you weren´t there to witness it. it was pretty pornographic. ´ riling daniel up for the fight, Hudson was laughing not at you but at Daniel.

after all daniel knew how Fearles you were, but he never knew you were this Vulnerable.

´ y/n , god damnit .´

final note : bro... my fingers hurt, my eyes almost falling off. this better be liked or im suing. but god i had a lot of fun doing this, something different a new character i didn´t think much of. so my thank goes to Ruth.

@moonok3 , big shout out to Ruth . she helped me with the title idea, the scenario and she chose the Character.

without her i´d be stuck thinking about useless stuff LMAO . so make sure you follow and support her. 💙