#a good way to tell how long it took me to get over my executive dysfunction and post

[pynkfairyheart]

hiii so I saw you said request were open! i really LOVE your writing so yk yk i had to ask but can you do like a story where ony does a being mean to my girlfriend prank but y/n is a reallll crybaby!! BYEE

pairings: onyankopon x sensitive!reader

warnings: smut 18+, ony is a lil mean, reader cries a lil bit

a/n: so sorry it took me this long, life has been....lifing.

What goes around comes around

Actions have consequences, you knew this and yet you still decided to go with your plan.

Setting up your phone you smiled into the camera and started your intro.

“Hi, lovelies. Today we’re gonna do a get ready with me, while I tell you three reasons it's okay to cheat on your boyfriend.” 

Taking a quick glance in the mirror of your vanity, you could see the wheels working overtime in the handsome head that belonged to your boyfriend.

The decision on whether to be calm or tweak out playing tug of war on his brain. 

Settling on the thought that he misheard you he decided to go the calm route.

“Whatchu say, baby?” Deep voice contrasting against the soft tone of Jhene Aiko in the quiet room.

“Hmm?” You feigned innocence as you met his eyes in the mirror.

“I asked, ‘What did you say?’ ” His straightening posture and tone transition to demanding letting you know his patience was thinning by the second.

You were positive this would end with you folded in half, crying from overstimulation as he continuously ripped orgasm after orgasm from you. The thought only excited you and fueled your response. 

With a shrug of your shoulders you hummed a quick ‘I don't know’ and went back to your task.

“The fuck you mean youn know?” He chuckled in disbelief, hand running over his freshly maintained waves before coming down to rub the lower half of his face.

Opting to ignore him, you continued along with your routine, silently. 

“So you just gon ignore me?” Heavy thuds bouncing off the walls as he made his way to stand behind you.

The light pressure applied to your neck, as he tilted your head back having your thighs clench.

Oh, how you wanted to ditch the plan and jump his bones. Brown eyes glaring down into yours, as he tightened his grip. 

Feeling a little risky you decided to do the one thing Ony hates most. Roll your eyes.

“Mmm, aight” He nodded his head. Zero fucks given to the content you were creating as he lifted you from your chair and bent you over.

Never once slowing his assault even after you managed to tell him it was a prank through your moans and cries. 

The new information only encouraging him to go faster as your arousal trickled onto the wood floors while he required you to tell the camera why it wasn't okay to cheat on your boyfriend as he fucked you dumb. 

Usually, your consequences consisted of the audacity being fucked out of you whenever you did something to piss Ony off, but this time he decided to play a prank of his own.

Waiting a week to execute his plan, he chose to carry it out the day you came back from your girl's weekend. 

“You didn't hear me or get my texts?” A small pout forming on your glossy lips as you sat next to him, despite him taking up more than half of the bed. 

“Baby, I'm home” You sang as you wandered around the house looking for him.

Only to find him laid out on the bed as he watched an episode of Judge Mathis.

“I did” Eyes trained on the TV.

“Did something happen?” You gripped his jaw, forcing him to finally look at you.

“Nah, I just don’t feel good.” He removed your hand from his face and moved to the opposite side of the bed. 

“You need me to make you some soup?” Pout returning to your lips as he flinched away when you tried to check his temperature. 

“I’m good. You could leave me alone though.” 

You considered yourself to be very understanding when it came to relationships. Whether it was with family, a coworker, or a client, but more than anything when it came to your relationship with Ony. You understood he needed time to himself just as you did, but the way he said it was just… mean.

The stinging sensation of your eyes was becoming unbearable as the tears pooled in the inner corners of your eyes.

“Oh” Voice cracking despite swallowing the lump that lingered in your throat.

Your tone raised alarms in the man. His own heart gained a pace that matched yours as he saw the tears that began to spill from your eyes. 

“Wait, I'm sorry, ma. I was just playing. C'mere” Hand reaching out to hold you, only to pause when you flinched away from him.

“Mama, it was just a prank. I'm sorry, baby” Panic rising at the influx of tears flowing from your eyes. 

Seeing you cry from any negative emotion always pained him, but knowing he was the reason for the tears falling from your pouty face made him feel as if he failed in life.

“What do you mean it's a prank Onyankopon?” You huffed, the palm of your hand wet as you wiped away your tears. 

“I was just joking. You know how you did that video last week? I was doing something similar. I didn't mean to hurt you, mama. Please believe me” He pleaded.

Maybe it was the immense amount of love you had for him or that it'd be wrong to not forgive him when he put up with all your antics, but you couldn't stay mad at him for too long.

“You really need to work on your pranks. They're terrible” Pink satin pillow softly hitting him along the side of his head. 

“I know, I'm sorry, c'mere” He smiled, happy you were no longer crying and motioned for you to straddle him.

Caring less about the fact you were wearing a dress you crawled over to him, getting comfortable on his lap as you traced the small tattoo of your name behind his ear,

“You know you're gonna have to make it up to me right?”

“Mhm” He mindlessly hummed, eyes trained on your lips before he could no longer resist.

Low groan escaping his chest as he pulls you closer, tongue tracing your bottom lip before diving into your mouth.

“Ony” You whimpered as his lips moved down to your neck, peppering gentle kisses along your skin before sucking on the areas that made you weak. Your body craving for some sort of friction as you ground your hips down onto his.

“I know, mama” He murmured. His fingers sliding up your dress before slipping past the waistband of your panties, digits immediately coming into contact with the slick that was pooling in between your chubby thighs.

“Lil ma already soaked for me” He groaned against your warm skin. A small bruise forming where he was previously sucking. 

“Ony, stop teasing” You whined as he slowly rubbed your clit, the pads of his fingers barely grazing the bud.

With a slight smirk on his lips his fingers gravitated to your entrance, slowly rubbing at the pulsing hole before his fingers worked their way into your walls.

Fingers knuckles deep as he curled them against the soft spongy flesh against your walls. 

“Need you inside now” You pouted, craving something more than the two digits plunging in and out of you.

“Yeah?” He mumbled as he pulled out his fingers. Placing the pads on your tongue as you sucked your arousal off his digits, just as you would do his cock.

Watching you with lust filled eyes he removed his fingers from your mouth, and wrapped a hand around your neck before pulling you in for a nasty kiss. His tongue exploring the path down your throat while you rocked against the growing bulge in his pants.

Pulling away to fumble with the waistband of his pants he pulled down his sweats just enough to release his throbbing cock. Standing tall with his viens prominent and tip leaking a small amount of precum.

“Ride your dick, ma” He pulled your panties to the side rubbing his tip along the slick folds of your puffy pussy, before lining up with your entrance and helping you sink down onto him. Hiss escaping him as your warm walls engulfed him.

“Ony s'so big" You whined in his ear. Allowing him to lift you up and down his cock at a deliciously slow pace, your walls contracting around him at every movement.

“Doing so good fa me.” Two toned lip stuck in between his pearly white teeth as he bucked his hips up to meet your thrust, tip grazing against your cervix.

“Fuck. Faster, daddy, please” You gasped, head resting in his neck as he did all of the work.

Listening to your plea, he picked up his pace, thrusting deeper into you. The sound of your pooling arousal, slapping flesh, and your mixed moans filling the room, atmosphere becoming nastier by the second. 

“I love you so fucking much” His arms wrapping tightly around your waist as you tried to run when he increased his pace.

“Say it back, ma” He grunted. Palm landing on the flesh of your ass.

Tired off your running, his hands gripped your hips and he pulled you off him, flipping you over onto your back before ramming back into you.

“Ohh, shit, Onyyy” You cried, knees near your ears as he pushed your legs back.

"Say it or I'm stopping" He threatened. Eyes focused on your sopping pussy sucking him in, sticky ring of arousal dripping from the base of his cock.

“I- mhmph love you too Ony, so much” Bed creaking under the speed and force of his thrust.

Releasing your legs he leaned down, lips immediately on yours in a sloppy kiss. 

“I'm so close, pa" A mixture of moans and whimpers escaped your agape mouth, nails digging into his back with every thrust.

“Mhm, I know, baby. Let go for me” He grunted, reaching between your bodies to rub his thumb against your clit.

A series of curses left your mouth as you creamed around him. Walls contracting so tightly that he had no other choice but to cum.

“Fuuuck” He groaned, hips stilling inside you as he flooded your walls.

“I'm sorry for making you sad, baby. I love you so much, I'll never do anything to hurt you again” He whispered into your neck.

“I know Ony, I forgive you"

Pulling out he kissed you once more before laying flat in front of you, your thighs on each side of his head.

"Lemme show you how sorry I am, yeah?"

[ghostfacd]

you’ll see my face in every place (but you can’t catch me now)

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!capitol!reader

summary: you were finally dead, so why did you show up everyday in Coriolanus’s life?

warnings: coriolanus is a sick motherf, seriously sick. mentions of sex, mentions of killing & snakes, reader finally getting justice in end (sorta?)

part 1 | can be read off as standalone but recommend reading for context

Coriolanus Snow was utterly and undeniably fucked. He absolutely was.

He was sure when he had gotten rid of Sejanus, Lucy Gray, and you—that that was the end of it, and no one would hear about it again. After all, the Plinths and Ciceros took in Coriolanus like a son, thanking them for taking such good care of their son and daughter when they couldn’t.

And it wasn’t like Coriolanus Snow was some idiot. He knew how to cover up his tracks, and he knew how to do it good. If there’s one thing about him, it’s that he believes if one truly wants to get rid of something, one should do all in his power to make it happen. And that’s what Coriolanus did. He erased every trace of Lucy Gray Baird and Sejanus, and hopefully, you.

Coriolanus woke up one morning in the Cicero estate feeling extremely cold. He looked outside to see snow, which made his lips quirk up in a sly smile. Your parents were devastated over your death, Mrs. Cicero automatically offering Coriolanus your bedroom because she couldn’t stand her only daughter being gone.

- - -

Coriolanus opens your closet, a walk-in closet that not even the whole District 1 would be able to afford. Gosh, he remembered the first time he was here and you were showing him a pretty short dress that covered nothing, and how he wanted to take you right then and there. He did minutes after, and that short dress was long discarded on the floor.

But now your presence was gone, just your clothes that were still there. Mr. Cicero refused for the maids to get rid of it; he said he wanted to remember his daughter for the lovely fashionable girl she was. Coriolanus looked through your sweaters, much were pink or white, but Corio found a dark blue one that was gender neutral that he liked.

Although it was just polyester, Coriolanus felt chills as he wore it. He swore he took in a whiff of your perfume. How could that have been possible? It was weeks after yours and Sejanus’s death, weeks after he went back to the Capitol with a fake sob story and bloodshot eyes. There was no way—just absolutely no way that your perfume could still be lingering on this old polyester sweater.

Snow gasps. A loud sound hits your window, a bird, he assumes. And as he gets closer, his suspicions are confirmed when he sees a unconscious bird on the floor, with snow melting around it.

Snow melting. Snow. Melting.

Coriolanus needed to get out of his own head. It wasn’t healthy.

He was now an apprentice to Dr. Gaul, a spot that brought him enormous pride. Soon, he’ll take over all of Panem, and make sure any remaining rebels would be expelled, or better yet, executed.

“Hey,”

Was Coriolanus going crazy? He was so sure he heard your voice in the trees, just right outside your estate. Mrs. Cicero, your mother, had expressed how much you liked planting, and it was evident from the amount of tall bark trees littering around the entire home.

In the lab, Dr. Gaul was teaching Coriolanus how to be gentle with the snakes so he wouldn’t get bitten like poor Clemensia had before the 10th Hunger Games even started. He thought she was long dead by now, but she had came to him a few weeks prior yelling about how she can’t believe he never visited her in the hospital. Coriolanus didn’t outright tell her—but he saw fading scales all over her neck. The turtleneck wasn’t doing her any good.

“Alright, here you go,” Dr. Gaul says gently, handing Coriolanus one of the longer snakes. He looked into its eyes, and was horrified to see your eyes stare back at him. He shrieked, flapping the snake into the air and blinking a few times to make sure he wasn’t going crazy.

“What is wrong with you Mr. Snow?!” Dr. Gaul asks, astonished by her star pupil’s behavior.

He only gulps, excusing himself home early that day.

- - -

“Oh Corio, I wanted you to have this,” Mr. Cicero approached him as he sat in front of your giant vanity. He was holding a few printed photographs of you and Coriolanus, huddled up together, looking as cute of a couple as ever. He remembered those moments, where you were smiling like crazy as you looked up at him with the doe eyes he seem to have been missing lately. “You know my daughter really loved you. And I’m not a man of many words—but I want to thank you for being there for her. She loved you so much she begged me to let her go to district 12 to be with you and Sejanus again. I hate the way things happened, but at least I know she was loved by you.”

And slowly, Snow starts to crack.

When the Ciceros had fallen asleep, he lit the fireplace, watching as the fire slowly get taller. He takes one good look at the photographs, then throws them in with the flames. He gave his blood, sweat, and tears for this moment. To finally be in a huge estate, to be with loving parents, to be an apprentice to the most important doctor in the Capitol. He deserved this. He did. He gave up his best friend, he gave up his own tribute, Lucy Gray—not that she mattered or anything because Coriolanus established a clear line in his head that she was simply just a district scum who was lucky enough to win because of him. And lastly, he gave up his girlfriend, Y/N Cicero, you, for this.

Coriolanus Snow was not going to let anything get in the way of his goal.

- - -

The next week, Coriolanus suggests the Ciceros throw a party to memorialize you. Coriolanus thinks of this big, grand, emotional speech. He’ll tell everyone how much of a sweetheart you were, how much you two were inlove. Then he’d get stern—saying that he’ll make sure your death won’t be forgotten, especially when he plans on running for president soon.

Everyone claps, so infatuated with the way he speaks. It’s cause he lies; straight from his mouth.

“I know what you did.”

The trees speak to Coriolanus in hushed violent murmurs, almost as if they were mad at him. They spoke in riddles, but sometimes they’d just outright say what Coriolanus had done.

“You killed them. You killed them all.”

“Blood is on your hands.”

“Snow bleeds red.”

And it frustrates Snow. It’s something, for once, that he can’t control. It sickens him that he’s unable to anything about the trees.

- - -

Mr. and Mrs. Cicero die a year later. Rebel bombing, they assumed. But only Coriolanus knew that it wasn’t—that it was him, and because he was like a son to them for the past year, he was under their will, meaning he got the entire estate.

He ran for president with the Cicero family name, and with their money too.

Coriolanus marries Livia Cardew. He doesn’t like her, much less tolerate her, but she was a good asset. Just a trophy hanging from his arm.

And Livia didn’t mind, she knew Snow was incapable of loving her, and she had an itching feeling it had something to do with you.

But Livia loved you when she was friends with you at the Academy, so she doesn’t bat an eye when Coriolanus mumbles out your name while they’re having sex. In fact, Coriolanus refused to touch or look at Livia unless he was under enormous pressure and needed someone—no something—to get his anger out on. Livia always took the blows, but she was still grateful that she hadn’t married Fetus, because that—that wouldn’t have been pretty.

The first thing Snow does as president is cut down the trees. The forests and woods? Well he burned them all. He didn’t like the cat and mouse chase that Lucy Gray had played on him in the woods, so he figured getting rid of them was like finally erasing you from his brain. No more Sejanus Plinth, no more Lucy Gray Baird, and fucking finally, finally!—no more Y/N Cicero.

But Coriolanus made a slight error. Because 64 years later, his ex lover comes back to haunt him, only this time, in the form of a girl from District 12, Katniss Everdeen.

[angels-fantasy]

Sweet Confessions

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Description : After a night out with friends, Bakugou decides to tell you something while you two are eating sweet pastries.

Details : 1.8k words, friends to lovers, cussing, reader and bakugou are over 21! readers looks are not specified in any way, but she is a woman. small mention of alcohol.

this is my first fanfic ever, so please be kind! constructive criticism is welcome :)

When Bakugou received a text message from Kirishima inviting him out to eat with the bunch of other idiots, he immediately declined. Though this was nothing new, and it was something his red-haired friend was already expecting. Which is why he had Mina execute plan b.

Raccoon Eyes

Yo Bakugou! Come out with us tonight. You're always locked away in your apartment. Let loose a little!

Bakugou glared at his phone and typed out a message.

Hell no.

UGH BAKUGOU!! You're literally no fun. I can't believe you'd miss out on the opportunity to see this cutie -.-

A few seconds later, a picture was sent. When Bakugou opened it, he saw that it was a picture of you. He brought his phone closer to his face and looked it over carefully. He noticed you were dressed for the occasion, like everyone else in the background, and you were smiling widely at the camera. Mina probably told you to pose.

He must've been looking at your photo for too long because another text from Mina came in.

You drooling or what lover boy? Hurry up and get here so you can make a move already. We all know you like her 🙄.

Bakugou felt his face flush. It was true, he did have a crush on you. And though he never verbally admitted it to anyone, they all saw right through him. Except you, of course.

He clicked his tongue and typed up a quick response before beginning to get ready.

Shut up. I'll be there in 30.

"Woo! We got him!" Mina cheered, leaning across the table to high-five Kirishima.

You looked between them suspiciously, "What are you guys plotting?"

The pink woman had the audacity to look nervous. "Nothing! Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, okay."

As Mina and Kirishima kept whispering to each other, you squirmed in your seat. You knew the other pro heroes at the table fairly well, but not enough to just strike up a conversation like you would with Mina.

"Hey pretty, what do you look so nervous for?"

You turned to the left and were faced with a yellow haired man.

"Oh, hi Kaminari. I'm not nervous, just hungry. They're taking a little long to bring out the food. Don't you think?" You lied.

Thankfully he was kind of an airhead. "Oh yeah I know right! I'm starving. I'm gonna go ask how much longer!" He said and got up out of his seat, leaving you alone again.

You sighed and took a sip of your drink. Since Mina and Kirishima were too busy talking to each other, and you didn't want to bother talking to anyone else you decided to scroll mindlessly on your phone.

Some time later, the empty seat next to you was pulled out and sat in by Bakugou himself.

Your ears got hot at the sight of him. It wasn't the first time you'd met him, you two were good friends after all. But you never got used to how handsome he was. It was like he got better looking everyday. You began to wonder what he looks like under that button up-

"Hey nightlight, what're you staring at huh?" He asked, snapping you out of your trance.

"Shut up! I told you to stop calling me that." You said with false annoyance.

"It ain't my fault your quirk makes you a nightlight." He smirked. You scrunched your nose to hide your laugh, but unknowingly failed since Bakugou still saw it.

His nickname for you was completely harmless, and came from your quirk which allowed you to produce light from your hands. It wasn't anything comparable to a pro hero's quirk, but it did have its uses.

"Kacchan you made it!" Midoriya exclaimed with his big smile.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, "Shut it nerd, or else I'll leave. Give me a menu, yeah?"

Midoriya laughed off his words and passed him a menu, used to his harsh way of speaking.

Dinner went on without any problems, and the food was delicious. Everyone around the table cracked jokes, brought up old memories, and some people had even began drinking alcohol, including you.

Your drink wasn't very strong, but the few you had was enough to have you a little tipsy. Thankfully, you took an uber to the restaurant, so you didn't have to worry about driving.

During dinner, you and Bakugou engaged in a conversation. Mostly about his hero work and the villains he had caught recently.

Once everyone finally finished their food and drinks, they had all begun to leave. Slowly leaving one by one, some in pairs as well.

While you grabbed your stuff, you got on your phone to call for an uber but got interrupted by Bakugou talking to you.

"How you gettin' home nightlight? You better not even think about driving after drinking." He warned.

You brushed him off, "I'm taking an uber, don't worry!"

He grunted in agreement and was silent for a moment before saying, "I'll give you a ride home. C'mon."

"No it's okay! I can just take the uber home. Besides, didn't you drink too?"

"Hell no I didn't. It's not my thing. Just hurry up and accept my offer alright? This is the only time I'll be this nice."

You smiled at his words, knowing he was lying when he said this was the only time he'd be nice.

"Alright then, let's go!"

He smirked and held out a hand for you to hold, which you did while he walked you to his car. He made sure you didn't fall on the way there, and even opened the door for you.

"Wow what a gentleman you are. Do you open doors for all the ladies?" You teased.

"Nah, so consider it special treatment for you Nightlight."

You smiled shyly and wiggled your feet a bit after he shut your door and got into his own seat.

The ride to your house was quiet, except for the occasional small talk. But it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. It was a comforting feeling for the both of you.

When he pulled up to your place, you turned to him to say goodbye, but instead you said "Um, do you wanna come inside with me? I have some pastries I made earlier..."

He laughed lightly at your words, "Sure, but be ready for me to critique the hell out of those pastries."

You led him inside where you both took off your shoes and coats. You ushered him to sit on the couch and relax while you went to go prepare some drinks and the pastries for the two of you.

While you were gone for a few minutes, Bakugou couldn't help but think about how he was actually inside your house. It wasn't the first time he'd been there, but it was the first time he'd been there alone. Just you and him.

In the midst of his thinking, he felt his phone buzz and he looked at it to see a message from Kirishima.

Shitty Hair

I see you left with your little nightlight ;) Better make a move while you have the chance!!

Bakugou huffed and sent a middle finger emoji, then silenced his phone. He didn't need any distractions.

Finally, you came from the kitchen with a tray in your hands and placed it on the coffee table.

"Here they are! My babies. I hope they're still good, considering they're not as fresh as they were this morning." You said nervously while sitting down next to him.

Bakugou hummed and grabbed a pastry, biting into it. You watched silently as he chewed and swallowed it, anticipating his reaction.

He bit it again, "S' good."

You smiled, "I'm glad you like it. That means a lot coming from you, Bakugou. Your cooking is so good!"

He turned away with a red face, "Of course it is. I'm the best at everything. And why don't you call me Katsuki? We've known each other for years now."

"Oh, I didn't realize you felt that way. Sorry Baku-erm, Katsuki. I just thought you didn't want anyone to call you that, especially since Kirishima doesn't even call you that..."

"Tsk, I feel a lot of ways. You just don't know about it."

Your interest peaked at his words. "Oh yeah? Then would you do the honors by telling me how you feel Katsuki?" You teased.

Bakugou felt himself hesitate before speaking, which is something he never did. Gosh, he couldn't believe this is how he was going to confess to you.

"I like you, idiot."

Your smile fell and your expression formed into one of pure confusion. "What?"

Damn. Maybe that wasn't the right move.

He began to panic and sat up quickly, "Ugh, nothing. Forget about it-"

"No! I'm not forgetting about that." You said while grabbing his hand, pulling him back down onto the couch.

As he sat down next to you in silence, you kept his hand in yours. "You like me Katsuki?"

He huffed and turned away. "So what if I do? It doesn't matter-"

You grew frustrated at his words. "Of course it matters! Stop acting like this is nothing. I need you to talk to me seriously, because I don't want to get my hopes up..."

He looked back at you, only to see your eyes watering. "Hey wait-don't cry. Shit. I'm real fuckin' bad at this, ain't I?"

You laughed and sniffled, "Yeah, a little."

He sighed and squeezed your hand that was holding his.

"I uh, I do really like you. I have for a while. I just didn't wanna fuck up what we already had-" He was cut off by you throwing your arms around his neck tightly.

"You big dummy. I can't believe you thought you'd mess things up."

His eyes widened in surprise, but he still wrapped his arms around your waist. He stayed quiet to listen to what you had to say.

"I actually like you too, y'know. I have for a while now."

He smirked and hugged you tighter. "Thank god. I was almost afraid you'd run out on me."

You snorted and pulled away slowly. "No way in hell would I do that. I just didn't know how to tell you..."

He threw an arm around you and said, "Well I'm glad ya did. 'Cause you're my girl now."

"Don't I get any say in this?" You asked jokingly.

"Nah, you agreed when you said you liked me back."

Extra:

That night, Katsuki decided to sleepover at your place since you two had already made it official. You lent him some mens pajamas you had since you were sure they'd fit him, which he fussed about because he assumed they belonged to another man.

"No Katsuki, these are actually mine believe it or not."

"Tsk, good. If I ever find any other loser's shit in here I'll blow it up."

[kaciebello]

hi, can you make a Draco Malfoy x Slytherin (female) reader please?

also, I'm really sorry about your chameleon!!

Drunken confessions

Masterlist Draco Malfoy x fem!reader Summary: Draco has a crush, and as a typical teenage boy, he has no idea how to deal with it. Warning: none author note: Sorry it took so long, this is way overdue. Also sorry it is so short but I felt like if I added more it would ruin it a bit. But I'm gonna be honest, I don't think you come to me for long fics. Btw if you see the pictures under each other and not next on pc, I am sorry, tumbler is tripping a bit. Word count: 1k Song: In My Dreams - Red Velvet

Slytherins were a proud house. Sometimes, they are too proud for their own good. But it’s not like somebody is going to tell them otherwise, and let's be honest, they are not going to listen to Rawenclar of Hufflepuff, and certainly not Grifindoor. Draco was aware of his pride and was proud of this too. There was just one person who would humble him any chance they got.

Sitting across him in the common room was a girl he despised. She was getting on his nerves just the way she smiled. She shared the same circle of high-up Slytherins as him, so he couldn't get rid of her. he tried once, but was shot down by the whole group. Sure, was he in another house, his friends might have said he had a crush on the girl. but he is a proud Slytherin, so he will never admit that out loud. Athou if you were to ask Matteo, he sure has a video of Draco crying hysterically over his crush.

it was only a short time before everyone returned to their own bedrooms. Draco stayed behind, finding himself nauseous when getting up. He was sitting there, nursing a small glass of water and staring at nothing with a blank expression. he could feel the sofa dip next to him but he could not be bothered. It’s when he feels a tap on his shoulder that he lifts his head.

There she sat next to him, flashing her pearly whites at him as if she wanted to blind him. His own smile crept on his face as he looked at her. God, he was whipped. She didn't say anything and Draco couldn't figure out if he was hallucinating. He didn’t want her to disappear. The girl let out a sigh.

“What are you doing here? It’s late. Why don’t you go to bed?” she says, looking all over his face for any sigh of exhaustion, or worse, some kind of mischievous spell.  Draco did not answer. Instead, he rested his head on the back of the sofa, looking at the ceiling. The girl didn’t say anything like she was expecting him to be a moody teenager.

He could feel her take his class and place it on the table in front of them. He could smell her perfume every time she moved and it drove him crazy. She made herself comfortable. Arms resting on the back of the sofa looking at him, her legs thrown over his lap. Dracos put his hands on them without even thinking about it.

“Can I have a question? “ She says. draco turns his his head so they are face to face.

“shoot”

“what are we?”

“unshoot” a gentle laugh leaves her as he answers.

Silence falls upon them. To others, it might have been awkward, but to them, it felt comforting. If Draco had to put any labels on them, he would write giant ‘ simp ‘ in a red marker on his face. She would be a goddess, of course. He turns to her again. She's looking at him with eyes full of curiosity.

“Ya know,” he starts, “I don't think I've ever told you this. But you’re lowkey pretty.” “Lowkey?”

“Yea okay, highkey.” Be blurs out. She again laughs. A sound that Draco swore he would hear at the pearly gates one day.

“Well, I'm glad you think I’m pretty. I would be pretty bumped if my crush thought I'm ugly.” She says. draco just hums, not really paying attention to her words. His eyes keep jumping between her eyes and lips. The girl just sighs again.

“Come one big guy, let's get you to bed.”  She makes a move to get up but Draco is not letting her move. A brilliant idea came to his mind and he felt like he was going to die if he did not execute it right at this moment.  He moved her close to his, as much as he could. One hand sneaked around her waist and the other around her neck. He leaned in so close that he could feel her breath on her face. Even up close he found her so pretty, it almost made him cry.  She was looking at him. Watching him studying her as if he was trying to engrave her face in his memory. She wanted him to move, she wanted him to close the gap between them, but alas he wouldn't move. Seemingly in his own world, with no way in.

So she did it for him. Only for a split second, Draco felt her lips on his. He was left chasing after her when she moved away. A small whine left him as well. He stayed there looking at her, a pout forming on his lips as if she had just stolen his last piece of candy.

“Ya know, I lowkey like you,” he says, very proud of his confession. His brain drifted away again as he locked his eyes on her lips once more.

“ I like you too, dummy.” She says back, playing with his hair softly. draco let out a hum as that was the only thing he needed to hear before locking their lips again. He leaned her back so she lay flat on the sofa. He separated them for a second.

“You know, this is not just a drunken confession. I don't do those.” He says and goes to kiss her again. She stops him with her hand on his chest. A wide smile on her face melted Draco's heart away.

“You meant like that one time you told me about how you slipped naked in the perfect bathroom and slid from one end to the other on your butt?”

“I told you that in confidence!” He whines and hides his face in her neck. She can only laugh.

[copperbadge]

how did u psych urself up to go to therapy? my executive function has been awol for like 2 years and it's gotten to the point where it's wrecking my ability to do anything. i'm scared to waste a bunch of time and money going and getting told i'm just lazy or that the problem is just me

Happy to talk about that! But this is really two issues, so I gotta do a fly-by real first on "scared of getting told I'm just lazy". :D

It sounds to me like you're aware intellectually that laziness isn't the issue. You know this is an executive function issue and not a personal flaw, but I definitely get that it's hard to internalize that. So I'm going to drop links here to some discussion of "laziness":

How do you know you're not just lazy? (ask sent to me -- it's long, but you can skim for the laziness bits if you want.)

Lack of motivation means you are avoiding pain (second ask in response to the first)

Laziness Does Not Exist by Devon Price

These are essentially my proofs when I want to remind you that laziness is a label that stigmatizes an innate behavior -- inability to act is real, laziness is not. If a therapist tells you that you are lazy, and ESPECIALLY that you are the problem, you should fire that therapist. Don't even stay the rest of the session if you don't want to, just say "I see we are not compatible," and bounce. I don't think the odds are high that you'll encounter that, but on the off-chance that you do, that's a bright neon sign that they're a bad therapist.

In fact I would open with that pitch: "I'm struggling with executive function and the self-perception that I'm really just lazy. I need help with the actual executive function issues but also with how I view myself because of them." The therapist's response will tell you a lot about whether they'd be a good fit.

So with that out of the way...

I eased myself into therapy with the speed of a small child entering an extremely cold lake. It helped a lot that all of my therapy has been virtual via Zoom, so a lot of stuff that would have been a barrier, like going to the physical appointments, discomfort in a strange space, etc. were swept away.

I didn't even want to see a psychiatrist for my Adderall prescription, but I knew I needed help and medication seemed to be my best option, so with the assurances of several people that it wasn't therapy so much as mental health maintenance, I saw a psychiatrist. And he was lovely! (I just met with him yesterday to go over my next few months of scrip.) For a while that was all I did: talked every month to a kind person who asked specific and measurable questions about my mental health -- mood, sleep patterns, ability to work, hobbies -- without getting especially personal. I thought, okay, I can handle this, I can probably handle more, so I asked him for a recommendation for a therapist.

He looked at the network of independent practitioners he belonged to (Clarity Clinic Chicago, if you want an example of a good network) and found me a couple of options. I got extremely lucky to find someone I felt was appropriate for me right out of the gate, though some of that was also knowing what criteria I had: I wanted someone who explicitly stated they specialized in adult ADHD and disability, and who seemed like they were interested in addressing a whole person and not a single issue. When we met she seemed nice, wasn't pushy or judgey, was familiar with spoon theory and disability activism because she also has ADHD, and didn't blink (or ask overly invasive questions) when I said I was very uneasy about therapy because of past experience. She was comfortable with the ambiguity I brought -- I basically said "Look, I think this is something I need but I'm not entirely sure what my goals are yet, it's just I only recently found out I have ADHD and I am rethinking a lot of stuff," and she was like fine, let's rethink it together.

It still took me a long time to start talking about anything meaningful, but she handled the non-meaningful stuff as if it was serious and important, which helped. Admittedly I have really good insurance so I pay $20 a session for therapy, which also helps; it's pretty negligible in terms of health costs for me. I can afford to dawdle.

So, all that said...my path may not be an option for you, but I think it indicates the kinds of options you have. You don't have to jump into serious and heavily emotional processing first thing if you don't want to. You can shop around for therapists and you can drop any bad ones you encounter speedily, or if you find one you immediately like you can still spend time getting comfortable before dropping into the heavier stuff.

I would suggest that if you have a prescribing psych or doctor for any kind of mental health meds, ask them if they have a recommendation. If you don't have that, ask around people you know or believe have access to therapy and see what they think. If those aren't available to you or you're uncomfortable with that, I'd do a search for licensed therapist and your health insurance, or see if your workplace has an employee assistance program that can recommend you someone.

Good luck! I hope you get what you need. Lord knows I've been there.

[joekeeryswife]

Love island Episode one: Coupling up.

a/n: it’s here! thank you to everyone who voted over this past week. here is the love island series. Mason has his pretty prince hair😍. villa is the 2019 UK love island villa, it will get better but i wanted to get the coupling up over with. anyways sorry if there is any mistakes, enjoy reading 🩰

you’d never been this nervous before. sure you’d been nervous but never this bad. you had been scouted for love island by the producers and you thought you’d give it a go. you had a pretty big following being a model/influencer with just over 500k followers and this would be the perfect opportunity for you to finally find love instead of focusing on your job.

you walked into the villa in you hot pink bikini, you picked it because it would stand out and that’s what you wanted to do. you wanted to make a good first impression on whoever was in here. you made your way to the garden and saw four other girls meaning you were the last to enter before you saw Maya Jama.

“hey everyone” you said making the four girls turn towards you and scream with excitement. they met you halfway and one by one introduced themselves to you. “i’m Molly nice to meet you” she kissed you on the cheek and hugged you closely. the next girl hugged you “hi im Chloe” she hugged you.

“i’m Anna” she hugged you and kissed your cheek and then you finally moved onto the last girl “im Amber nice to meet you” you didn’t know what it was but the girls even though you hadn’t been in there long had all made you feel welcome already.

“i’m y/n, nice to meet you all” you were still nervous as Molly poured you a drink. “so, tell us about you y/n. what’s your type?” you took a sip of the champagne before starting. “well, i’m 22, in a model and influencer. my type is tall, tattoos, brown hair brown eyes, tanned skin, someone who’s athletic and don’t think i’m weird but i love noses” the girls laughed.

“don’t worry y/n, i’m with you on that one” Chloe laughed. “tell me about you girls then, we are gonna be living together for a while” you tucked your hair behind your ear as you listened to them.

Chloe started “well, i’m 25, i’m a marketing executive. my type is anyone who is taller than me to be honest. i don’t really have a type i usually go for. i like anyone, and i do have a thing for noses” you laughed again knowing that this was gonna be a recurring thing that you would all speak about.

“as you know i’m Molly, i’m 23 and i’m an influencer. my usual type is a tall brunette but i’m open to get to know everyone here” you nodded and then Anna started talking. “so i’m a pharmacist and my usual type is anyone taller than me, because i’m so tall i want someone taller than me”

to be honest Anna was very tall so it wasn’t a shock that she’d want someone taller than her. lastly Amber started talking “i’m a beautician so i do facials, lashes, lip filler, everything like that and my usual type is tall dark and handsome, i don’t know how else to explain it” you all laughed and then you all heard a voice behind you.

“hello girls” you turned towards the voice and saw Maya standing there. a few of the girls screamed, seeing her made this experience feel so much more real. “how about we all gather around the fire pit and have a chat?” all of you made your way over to the fire pit and sat down.

“so, Amber, tell me, how are you feeling about being here? are you nervous? excited?” Amber nodded “yeah i’m excited because you never know who’s gonna come through that door like it could be the love of my life” her gordie accent thick as she spoke.

you all laughed and nodded, you really never knew who was about to come through the door. “Chloe, do you think you could meet someone here? or are you skeptical about it all” Chloe shrugged “i’m pretty skeptical but i’m optimistic about the whole thing. i’m excited to meet everyone else”

“okay well, are we ready to meet some boys?” you all cheered and made your way over to the five love hearts that were by the pool. you were on the fourth heart in between Anna and Chloe. “right, remember girls that you can step forward for the guy you like but he can pick any one of you even if you don’t step forward” Maya spoke so you understood the rules.

“let’s welcome our first boy Ovie” you all looked toward the door and saw him, he was very good looking. you all clapped as he made his way down the steps. “you girls doing alright?” you all said yes as he stood next to Maya. “so girls, step forward if you like the look of Ovie” you looked at the girls and saw Anna, Chloe and Amber step forward.

“wow three girls stepping forward already. Amber, why did you step forward?” Maya questioned “he’s just really good looking, definitely my type” Ovie was shocked that three girls stepped forward for him. he was hoping for at least one let alone three.

“y/n, why didn’t you step forward?” you blushed “now don’t get me wrong you’re very good looking but i just want to see the other options before i step forward for someone” Ovie and Maya nodded understanding where you were coming from.

“okay Ovie you have three beautiful girls who have stepped forward for you but who have you decided you are going to pick?” he was silent for a few minutes before he finally spoke up “the girl i would like to couple up with is Anna” Anna clapped with excitement that Ovie picked her. to be honest when they stood next to each other they looked perfect together.

“okay, next boy we have coming in is Toby” you all clapped again as he made his way down the steps and you heard Chloe whisper ‘oh my god’. she liked him for definite. “okay girls, if you like the look of Toby please step forward” straight away Chloe stepped forward. Chloe was the only one who stepped forward for Toby.

“okay ones not bad” he said making you frown but you quickly changed your face back to normal. “Toby you have Chloe who has stepped forward for you, would you like to couple up with Chloe or would you like to couple up with someone else?” Maya said fidgeting on her feet.

“Chloe is beautiful so i’m going to couple up with Chloe” you all clapped as Toby made his way over to Chloe and he kissed her on her cheek. Chloe blushed and smiled happily that Toby picked her.

“Molly why haven’t you stepped forward for any of the boys?” Maya asked looking at her intensely. “they just aren’t my type really, i bet they’re lovely but i’m just waiting for that spark straight away” Maya nodded “okay well i think you may like this next boy then, please welcome Tommy”

Molly gasped as he made his way down the steps, she was in shock at how good looking he was. “okay girls, if you like the look of Tommy please step forward” Amber and Molly stepped forward. “wow two girls, didn’t expect that” Tommy said smiling widely. “well, Molly and Amber have stepped forward for you Tommy, who would you like to couple up with? remember you can pick someone who has stepped forward for you, in a couple or even a girl who hasn’t stepped forward.

Tommys eyes scanned through the girls before making his decision. “i would like to couple up with Molly” she jumped a little as Tommy picked her. “thank you for picking me” Molly said as she gave Tommy a hug and he kissed her on the cheek. “you’re welcome beautiful” she blushed brightly.

“okay girls, last two boys. y/n, do you think you will step forward? you haven’t stepped forward for anyone” you nodded “i know, i feel bad but no one has really caught my eye yet” Maya understood “hopefully someone will catch you eye” you agreed.

“okay girls welcome Curtis” you didn’t even like the sound of that name right off the bat and seeing him just solidified that for you. he was not your type at all. “okay girls, if you like the look of Curtis please step forward” you were not stepping forward. you didn’t want to just step forward because you had too, you were here for yourself.

it was silent for a few minutes and sadly no one stepped forward for Curtis. his smile faltered slightly before he quickly put it back on his face. “oh Curtis i’m sorry” Maya said and he just shrugged it off “it’s no bother, they just haven’t gotten to know me yet.” he replied.

“okay well don’t worry, you can couple up with any of these girls. who would you like to couple up with?” Maya continued “i would like to couple up with y/n” your heart dropped but you didn’t show your sadness, you just had to get on with it.

Curtis made his way over to you and gave you an awkward hug. “y/n, how are you feeling?” god you hated that she had to ask you that “oh uhh, i’m glad i got picked but i just didn’t see that initial attraction but i guess i don’t know Curtis?” you sounded like you were questioning yourself.

“okay well, let’s see our next boy. please welcome Mason” you turned your head toward the door and your heart started beating. there he was and you were in shock at how pretty he was. “hey everyone” he said, even his voice was sexy. “girls, if you like the look of Mason please step forward” straight away you stepped forward as did Chloe and Amber followed.

“wow y/n, i’m shocked. you actually stepped forward for someone” you blushed and laughed. “well, it glad she did step forward for me” Mason winked at you and you felt weak. he was making you feel things you’d never felt before.

“Mason you have the choice to couple up with any of these girls, who would you like to couple up with?” Mason answered straight away “y/n” you were ecstatic. “that means Curtis automatically couples up with Amber” Curtis walked over to Amber and Mason made his way over to you and kissed you on the cheek and pulled you into a nice hug. “nice to meet you” he said as you stepped back to the heart.

“nice to meet you too. thank you for choosing me” your body felt hot, he was the perfect man by looks, and he had a nice nose. “well, you’re a beautiful girl. i’m excited to get to know you” you locked eyes with him, his eyes were dark brown but in the sunlight you could see golden hues which were so pretty.

“okay guys, everyone is now coupled up. i’ll leave you too it and remember, if you don’t get to know anyone your place in the villa may be at risk. good luck” with that Maya left and it felt even more real. “should we go over to the swing? i want to know more about you” you nodded your head and smiled. Mason grabbed ahold of your hand and the two of you headed over to the swing.

*to be continued*

[soldiersslut]

GHOST OF YOU — SOLDIER BOY "CHAPTER SIX"

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, alcohol use, smut towards the end (not super-detailed, but it is there), cheating, and Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy

Word Count: 3,491

Author's Note: Thank you so much again for all the love and support! This is another chapter of the past. It goes a little more in depth between Ben and Mimicry.

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1981 – Behind the Curtains

“Why the fuck would you suggest Crimson Countess and I to appear as a couple in the public eye?” Soldier Boy had barged into Mimicry’s room early in the morning.

There was a meeting with the executives of Vought American and they believed it would raise ratings if their hero was in a romantic relationship. Something about people being able to relate to him.

Initially, Vought American wanted it to be Soldier Boy and Mimicry. She was against the idea as a whole.

Mimicry enjoys her time with Soldier Boy, but not to the point she needs a man.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine. The people eat this shit up. Your ratings will go through the roof. Isn’t that what we are working towards to?” Mimicry had to rub her eyes to stay awake. It had been a very long day yesterday and was hoping to sleep in.

“That’s not my problem. My problem is why the fuck am I going to be in a relationship with the dumb bimbo. She’s not even blonde!” he snapped.

Mimicry rolled her eyes. For someone who has lived for so long he continues to act like a child.

“Think about it. I am supposed to be your sidekick—“

Soldier Boy quickly interrupted, “and I have Gunpowder for that.” He then took a seat at the edge of the bed next to her.

Mimicry put her finger up to his lips, “let me finish, Ben.”

Ben hated when she would do that.

“Yes, Gunpowder is supposed to be your sidekick too but I was the first one. You know how bad it will look on me? I was the sidekick and now I am in a relationship with him. At that point we might as well just tell people I slept my way to get to you.”

Ben scoffed, “no one will think that.” Mimicry gave him a look. He knew she was right, but he did not want to admit it. He hated that too.

“Just think about it this way. While Countess talks your ear off just think of how much exciting it’ll be coming back to me. Can you imagine just how much you’ll be anticipating? And who knows, maybe we can sneak around,” she teased.

The idea of sneaking around made Ben excited. The thrill and adrenaline that comes with it made it so much better.

“And what about you? You won’t be looking forward to it?” he asked.

Mimicry smirked, “of course I will be. Every time you have to kiss her just close your eyes and imagine it was me.”

By now Ben had gotten so close to Mimicry’s face that he felt the tip of her lips on his own.

“And you won’t be imagining me? Every time you see me and Countess you wish it was you?”

Mimicry let out a small laugh, and without answering she closed the gap between them. Ben got a hold of Mimicry’s hips and pulled her to his lap.

Her hands went through his hair and she let out a gasp when he began to kiss her neck.

That was a wonderful way to start off their morning.

Today was going to be the beginning of Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess’ relationship. The revelation will happen at the movie premiere happening later today.

In the mean time the reception hall where the after party was going to be hosted was being put together.

While people worked, Payback had to go over their lines and roles for the night.

Ben and Mimicry entered the meeting room, the rest of the team was already there along with Stan Edgar.

“Big man is here!” announced Gunpowder.

“Shut the fuck up,” Ben shot him down.

Mimicry let out a snicker and sat on the chair that is the right-hand side of Ben.

The meeting began, and Mimicry was already bored.

As usual, Ben was going to be the attention of the party and with his relationship coming forward he had to be on his best behavior. Which meant the alcohol and drugs have to be kept at a minimum. He must also keep his hands to himself.

Crimson Countess was going to be by Ben’s side the entire event, and she is expected to appear like a woman in love.

Mimicry took noticed how Crimson Countess looked eager, and agreed to do anything and everything possible to make this work.

Mimicry had the urge to tell Countess that at this point she might as well just remove her panties and throw them at Ben.

Speaking of Ben, he must have been just as bored because he would just stare down at his paper. At some point his hand reached underneath the table and touched Mimicry’s thigh. She got startled by his touch, but then it hit her why he was suddenly doing this.

He wanted to start sneaking around.

Mimicry looked at Ben. He was unfazed by what he was doing. If that is how he wants to play then she will do the same thing. She continued to listen to the meeting without breaking a sweat.

“Let me make this very clear to you all. Anyone, and I mean anyone asks about Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess. They are the couple. They have the epic love story that all of you desire to have someday.”

Mimicry agreed and nodded her head.

“Who knows, maybe out of this little love between Soldier Boy and Countess another one can arise? How about Mimicry? Who should she be paired up with?” Noir spoke up.

That made Ben pop a vein out.

“Can anything more stupid come out of your fucking mouth? Mimicry isn’t getting in no relationship with anyone. Let’s make that very clear,” Ben snapped.

The protective and defensive side of Ben did bring you comfort. You did not care whose feelings got hurt, or whom he had to put in their place.

It’s cute that Ben believes he has the final say in her life, though. If she wants something she will stop at nothing to get it regardless of whom she has to hurt.

“I think we should just focus on Soldier Boy and Countess. If this is a success then we can discuss that in the future,” Mimicry suggested.

She gave Black Noir a sweet smile and the meeting came to an end.

Mimicry knew better than to leave without Ben. He spoke with Stan about a couple of things. You looked to your left and realized Countess was standing there still.

After Ben and Stan finished talking, Countess jumped at the opportunity to talk to Ben.

You were standing there still and could hear everything. Instead of making it obvious that you were listening you pretended to read over the paper that you were handed earlier.

“I just wanted to talk to you, Ben—”

“Soldier Boy,” he corrected Countess.

Countess felt herself startle now, “I just wanted to thank you for this opportunity and I promise not to fail. I am excited for this and whatever it is you need, I’m your girl.” She had begun to twirl her hair and smile sweetly at him.

Mimicry could not help but snicker, it caught both Ben and Countess’ attention.

“Thank you for the offer, Countess. I will keep that in mind.”

Soldier Boy was doing everything to be cordial. Everything about Countess angered him. The way she spoke, smelled, her smile, and how desperate she looked. If he wanted easy he can easily pay a girl $5 and she will be more entertaining than Countess.

Ben enjoyed challenges, like Mimicry.

Countess began to talk his ear off, and to make matters worse Mindstorm and the rest of the team surrounded Mimicry.

They were hoping she could help them train further. Since she is able to mock their powers they have been using her for training. It makes sense if they can see for themselves where the weak spots are at.

“Noir, we do not need to worry about your weakness” Mimicry teased and put her hand on his arm. The team laughed knowing about Noir’s nut allergy. Noir had removed his helmet and even he was laughing. That is not fair. The only person that she should be entertaining is him. The team continued to talk and laugh more.

“Are you done talking?” Ben asked Countess out of nowhere.

She knew about his attitude problem, but she did not think she had done anything wrong to receive this treatment from him.

Seeing she no longer spoke Ben took that as a sign to leave. He walked over to the group and stood between Mimicry and Noir.

“What’s so funny, guys?” he asked.

The laughter mildly died out. None of them had the balls to tell him the truth. They were asking Mimicry how she is able to keep Ben in check.

“We were discussing about tonight’s event and how it is going to be fun,” she answered.

Ben slapped his hand on Noir’s shoulder. He put in a little more strength into the slap.

“I was thinking, since this is such a huge event with celebrities and other VIPs. Why don’t you stick around with security on the perimeter tonight?” he suggested to Noir.

That is the opposite of what Noir wanted. Tonight is supposed to be the night he can talk to directors and producers about making his own solo movie, and once again, Soldier Boy is attempting to take that away again.

“I don’t think that is necessary. That’s what Vought is for, no?” questioned Mimicry.

Ben hated the way she called him out in front of the team.

“Better to be safe, Mimicry”

“Well, too bad because Noir is my dancing partner for tonight.”

Silence filled the room. Countess was long gone as well as Stan. You knew there was going to be consequences for this after when they are alone and in private.

Ben tried his damn hardest not to let this piss him off. He gave a fake smile, “fine, but don’t be having too much fun.”

Everyone went their separate ways after. Mimicry had not seen Ben for the rest of the day until later that evening during the premiere.

Cameras were flashing everywhere when the team arrived to the red carpet. You smiled, posed, and took pictures with everyone. The flashes came to an end when Soldier Boy arrived with Crimson Countess.

As always he had that millionaire smile, and the crowds were going crazy seeing the new declared couple. He managed to find Mimicry and their eyes connected. It only lasted a couple of seconds before he grabbed Countess and planted a kiss on her lips.

The kiss was filled with hunger, and the sight of them made Mimicry a little annoyed.

She scoffed to herself. He wanted to have all the fun and wanted to forbid her?

When the couple was done taking pictures they entered the theater where the movie will play. You were going to take your usual spot next to him but Countess took it, and Gunpowder took the other seat.

“Sorry Mimi, he asked me to sit here,” Gunpowder explained.

Oh, so Ben was being petty now.

Mimicry gave him a fake smile and nodded.

“Don’t worry, I am going to sit with everyone else” she assured. She did not looked at Ben nor Countess. The rest of the team was sitting a few rows below. What a coincidence the only available seat was in between Noir and Tessa from the TNT twins.

The movie began and Mimicry would whisper to the team. They were going down memory lane when the film was being made.

Although Noir could not speak at the moment Mimicry would smile at him.

Ben could see from where he was sitting and clenched his jaw.

At some point Mimicry had to get up to use the restroom. Ben took that as an opportunity to follow her inside.

“If your intent was to sneak up on me, you are horrible at it” she called out, washing her hands.

“What was that shit you pulled at the tower?” he asked. The restroom was a singular one so he locked the door. They won’t be interrupted now.

Mimicry crossed her arms, “you and I both know damn well what that was. You wanted to flaunt your power, but guess what. It will not work with me. I told you this from the very beginning. If we are doing this it is because we are two mature people to know when we can and cannot. What did we agree on from the very beginning? This was all pleasure.”

Ben is reminded, at least, once a month that their little fun is just that; fun.

“Exactly that, sweetheart. Just because we are fucking doesn’t mean you get to me what the hell to do with my team or not,” he snapped.

Mimicry rolled her eyes, “you were being petty towards Noir and then that whole thing with the seat? Really? I get Countess but Gunpowder? I did not realize you and him had gotten so close.”

Ben had the perfect response in mind.

“You wanted it this way. We were given the opportunity for it to be you and me, and yet you rejected it? For what reasons, I am still trying to understand why because all you told me earlier was fucking bullshit.”

Ben got closer and closed the gap between her and the sink. His hands were on her waist and he pulled her close again.

“We can still take this back. Tell me you want this, and I will go in front of everyone and tell them that Countess was a mistake. We can still do this,” he whispered. For a second it sounded like he was begging.

Mimicry scrunched her eyebrows together and just stared.

He wanted this, and deep down she did as well but no. This would only ruin him, and her especially.

Given that they are touching she was able to observe his powers. She used some of his strength to push him off.

“No. This is what we are sticking with. In public you and I are nothing more than colleagues. Behind the cameras, curtains, and everyone it’s you and me.”

Mimicry could not stand being there anymore. She walked out of the restroom and headed back to the theater, but by the time she got there the movie was over.

She faked a smile towards everyone and shook hands. They congratulated her on the film and went on to the reception.

She followed behind the crowd and just flowed around.

Just how Stan predicted. People wanted to know how Soldier Boy and Countess came to be,

“You know how love works, when you know; you know” she would say.

“And what about you, Mimicry? Do you not see a husband and kids in the future?” a few people asked.

Those words always stung the worst. Of course had dreamed of a family, but there was no ideal man for her. The one she is currently tangled with isn’t actually her’s. Not to mention someone such as Ben could never be a husband and a father. He would never be ready for that.

That was a hard pill she had to swallow. As usual, she watched him from a distance. He was an intoxicating man that no matter what she did to cleanse herself from him it was impossible. He was a drug, and no matter what she could not find herself to get rid of him.

So it came down to sacrificing the idea of a family, or Ben.

She made her choice already.

From time to time Ben would look around the crowd and find Mimicry. She looked completely unfazed by what was happening. It almost looked like she did not care and as much as he was in denial of it, there was a pang of disappointment.

The night continued and the dancing began.

Ben and Countess opened the dance floor and others followed behind.

As promised, Noir owed Mimicry a dance. They got to the floor and danced away. Ben was still with Countess, but his eyes constantly looked over to them. Without a second thought he let go of the woman in his arms.

“Let’s dance,” he told Mimicry. Like hell he was going to ask Noir for permission. To avoid causing a scene Mimicry nodded.

“You need to be dancing with your girlfriend, not me” she told him.

Gosh, this man was so stubborn.

“I don’t take orders from anyone. You should know this by now,” he shot back. He twirled her around and brought her to his chest. They stayed like that for a moment, but she had to look away in order not to make it so obvious.

“We are a day into this game, and you are already breaking Mr. Soldier Boy,” she teased.

Ben scoffed, “you have yet to know what breaking means yet, sweetheart.”

That was a promising and delicious threat that Mimicry could not wait for.

“I am feeling a bit parched. I am gonna go grab a drink,” she said.

Ben smirked and let her go. He knew he got her, and it was only a matter of time before temptation gets the best of them.

Mimicry got to the bar and asked for a lemonade. She waited and looked to her right when someone stood next to her. She saw it was Countess who looked upset.

“Whatever it is you are doing to Ben, you need to stop it” she demanded.

Oh, this was new.

Mimicry got handed her drink and she took a sip, not even having a care in the world by what Countess was saying.

“I believe you are supposed to call him Soldier Boy,” Mimicry corrected.

Countess glared at Mimicry.

“Please Mimicry. I do not have much going for me here. I have always admired him. I love him, and I am given this opportunity to have him. Please. Let me have this with him,” Countess begged.

The woman was ready to cry. Mimicry could hear just how desperate she was.

“I know I was not the original pick. It was supposed to be you, but you said no. So please. Leave us be. You can have anyone in this room, just please don’t pick him.”

The way Countess kept begging was annoying Mimicry.

Countess left after that, she probably went to find Ben.

“Get me something stronger,” Mimicry ordered now. No one will ever come to tell Mimicry what she can and cannot do.

Mimicry knew exactly what she was doing for the rest of the night. There was no excuse that she was drunk. From a distance she found herself teasing Ben. She danced with other men, but her eyes were on him.

He knew exactly what she was doing and the more time passed, the harder it was getting to control himself. Finally, the both of them reached their breaking point. Mimicry excused herself for the night and Ben had told Countess he needed to go to his dressing room. He gave her no other explanation.

“Dressing room, now,” he ordered Mimicry.

Mimicry smirked and found her way to the room.

As soon as she closed the door Ben lunged himself at her. His kisses with Mimicry were just as hungry, but there was passion. There was a raw need for her, and she felt the same. They had begun to undress each other.

Without wasting another moment he inserted himself inside of her and began to fuck Mimicry like a dog in heat. Ben would thrust with such need and desperation. He was waiting for this the entire night. They would move to the vanity mirror, wall, and now the couch.

“You’re mine,” Ben said. His hand tangling into Mimicry’s hair and pulling it back.

“And you are mine,” she moaned.

She made sure she was facing the door while Ben moved from behind. If she calculated right, the person she was waiting for will walk in at any second.

On cue, Countess walked in because she got concerned about Ben not coming out.

Her eyes went wide at the sight in front of her.

“The fuck are you doing here? Get out!” Ben yelled.

Mimicry could see the betrayal in her face, and the way her eyes were filled with tears. Even that did not stop Ben nor Mimicry. They continued as if she was not there.

This was a lesson for Countess to learn, and anyone else that thinks they can get in between Ben and Mimicry. Regardless of how stubborn they are to truly express themselves they knew deep inside they both wanted each other, and if this is how it’ll be for Mimicry’s life then so be it but as long as she is in the one with Ben.

Author's Note: I was able to get another chapter out, yay! Phew, that ending was a little rough. Turns out Mimicry isn't as innocent as she comes off to be, especially when it comes to Ben. Please leave your thoughts below what you guys think so far! Thank you again <3

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[aetherghouls]

ghostsoap coffee shop au where Soap has been down bad for the past 2 years since he started working at the coffee shop and first saw the hot tattoo artist working across the street, but he had never made any moves because 1. he doesn't even know if Ghost is interested in men (or anyone, really) and 2. the guy seems too reserved to enjoy someone throwing themself at him, so instead, he just settled for small talk every time, trying to make Simon warm up to him slowly. They became friends, of course, no one could resist Johnny and his charm, even if the Brit always denied it and stayed rough around the edges. And then a new barista comes into the picture, a gorgeous one. They were all over Ghost the second they saw him.

To say that his blood was boiling every time he saw that would be an understatement, a big one. There was nothing in those moments he hated more and if looks could kill, the new barista would be long dead. Too bad it didn't work. Too bad Soap, instead of just telling Ghost he liked him, watched the way the new one was flirting with Simon so openly and the tattoo artist was playing into it.

Johnny had became so fucking grumpy after a week of that, everyone noticed, especially Ghost, because he was on the recieving end of it. And if there was one thing Johnny could do, it was being passive aggressive while mad.

Don't be fooled though, he wasn't unprofessional, but he definitely cut the small talk, turned down Ghost every time he tried to chat, gods, he even made up tasks to do just do he didn't have to be around Ghost and the new guy if they had a shift together and the artist came around. Everyone noticed.

Gaz tried asking, of course, the good friend he is. He knew Johnny fancied Simon, so the sudden change of hearts was unexpected until he saw the new barista with Ghost. It all made sense suddenly.

That's how Kyle came up with a way to force Johnny to finally talk to Simon.

To be fair, it wasn't hard, convincing his friend. The hardest part was making him admit that he was jealous, then it all went smoothly. Soap was of course, still grumpy and still angry with Ghost for not putting two and two together, but Kyle, gods bless this man's soul for putting up with it all, could be really persuasive.

And that's how, through a needlessly complicated and twisted plan that could have been executed in many more simple ways, Simon finally took a hint as to why his favourite barista was mad at him, and – of course – he did his best to make up for it. Not openly, he wasn't some soppy teenage boy that would turn into a puddle when someone he fancied was angry. It was just simply not him to act that way. So, instead, he left little gifts for Soap, nothing overly elaborate, he'd, for example, buy something to eat with his coffee, things he knew Jonny enjoyed and leave them for the Scot, instead of taking them, always brushing it off as "not having enough time to eat" when he finished his drinks.

It took a good month for John MacTavish to get over it, over thirty days of Simon doing little things for him so the barista would go back to his previous self. Him and Ghost may and may not have gone out after that, too, but that's a story for another day.

I wrote this at work mostly lmao (I don't even work at a coffee shop) (don't eat me it's the first writing I've posted properly in years) (you won't see me here for months after this 🫶)

it's embarrassing to post anything on Tumblr so if this flops I'm deleting my account and burying myself 3 feet under

[targaryenluvs]

ok hear me out w this dark!finnick idea; post-74th everlark, snow’s trying to do damage control and tells finnick to date another victor, and finnick’s hesitance to date his former mentee— means ofc she’s picked :( it’s not like finnick would ever put on a show to get her purposefully picked, he’s totally a good mentor and he’s defiantly never thought of ruining her, but, might as well make the most of it

alternatively omg image finnick living through the rebel’s victory— but the aftermath of the takeover meant a lot of the ppl involved in the games (no matter how small apart they played) get to executed,, including the little capitol girl who was (barely) part of his team n helped him get ready (or mb his district escort, or just like a stylist idk). helpful, helpful finnick steps up n tells her he can totally help her but it’s going to involve her losing her capital ties n taking up his name (plus they really have to sell it, so good knows how far they’d have to go, but he’s always so willing n helpful)

these aren’t requests or anything, i haven’t slept in 30 hours and I watched like my nth finnick edit whilst procrastinating prepping for my applied physics final

first of all i know i always sleep at wild times but THIRTY HOURS?? BABY GO TO SLEEP!!!

second of all, i wish you the best on your physics final ❤️

third of all your mind works wonders!!

can you imagine him seeing her again for the first time after she’s picked?? imagine nervous finnick for the first time 😭

-

“just our luck huh? two idiots make fools of the capitol and we end up on damage control!” your voice was as always sweet and pretty. finnick wanted to bottle it up all for himself.

“who would’ve thought?” finnick smiled, the charm may have been turned on but god was he a mess inside.

“you look good finn, grown. how’ve you been?”

i’ve been patiently waiting for the next time i see you. he wondered if that would scare you off so he smiled instead, “waiting for my lovely mentor to show and she’s here now so great.” you giggled as your touched his bicep, and his pants felt tighter, god you were adorable. you may be older than him but he has grown, and now he towers over you, dwarfs you in comparison and he adores it.

“you look stunning per usual.” you grinned and took your dress in, a gorgeous baby blue dress, with tiny straps on each side and a slit on the right side. your neck looked oddly markable to finnick but he’d refrain for now. “and you look handsome, when’d that happen?” you teased him before pinching his cheek.

you still thought of him as the same little boy from four. he could tell, but he wasn’t a boy anymore and he’d show you that.

“who knows. now, we have people to see.” he linked his arm with yours as the two of you made your way from the foyer and into the den of the capitol, hungry eyes and touchy hands pounced at the opportunity to feel the capitols darling and diamond.

he would snap every hand if he could, you were his, even if you didn’t know it yet.

-

“yes. i’ll do it, i don’t want to- no i can’t die.” you were crying now and finnick felt bad, but you’d just agreed to marry him so he couldn’t care less.

“no tears honey, you get to live.” his voice was sweet and comforting, looking up at him you felt happy. you watched him grow up, you helped him through it and now he was helping you, you couldn’t help but feel grateful.

“thank you finnick really, you don’t have to do this.” he shook his head and wiped away your tears, “you’ve been by my side for so long it’s the least i could do y/n.” your teary eyes should’ve made him feel bad but the idea of your marriage had his own heart racing. and as you hugged him he felt his worries melt away.

you were locked in for life.

[gyusimp]

Happy Birthday to me!

I finished what I had to do for now, and besides, I was feeling horny enough to write some smut! My birthday was 2 days ago, but here is the fic I planned to post on Feb 1st. The idea was thanks to @whisperhug97 so thank you very much for your suggestion, enjoy! 💜

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW | Explicit content | Canon Gyutaro | Smut content | Hard s3x | A little kidnapping | Prostitution? (Just reader saving her own life) | MINORS DNI! | Read at ur own risk

You were broke, the job you currently had had caused you so much discomfort that you simply stopped coming without telling anyone. You made that decision lightly in a fit of fury thinking that soon someone else could employ you. You lived in the Entertainment District so sooner or later your skills with traditional makeup might come in handy, in a couple of weeks you'd be hired. But it had been 6 months since you lost your job and you needed the money more and more.

You got small tasks to do around the neighborhood but nothing completely stable, you only had to take care of getting money to pay the rent for your room and something that would take away your hunger during the day. You began to lose weight, the desperation of not knowing how you would survive the next day eating away at your brain until you were forced to take drastic measures. You knew someone at the Kyogoku house, where you worked temporarily some time ago, and you asked them to do you a favor. You tried to work as best as you could during that period to qualify for a permanent position but the Oiran Warabihime was too demanding and difficult to please so when you finished the agreed time they simply opened the doors for you to leave.

The plan you had now was difficult, even more so because it would have to be executed outside the eyes of the almost white-skinned girl. If she ever found out, you could imagine her tilted head looking at you with contempt and fury. Fortunately, you got the lady of the house to lend you a considerable amount of money to pay this month's rent and buy some products that you could resell to generate a little money that would help you stay stable for a while. Sales were good, but the time it took to recover the amount borrowed would not come from one day to the next and after 3 weeks, people from the Kyogoku House would knock on your door to collect the money borrowed. You explained to them a thousand times that you were still recovering it with your sales, but the same situation was repeated over and over again until 3 more months passed and the news reached Warabihime's ears.

Annoyed, she decided that you should pay one way or another, what did you think you were to steal like that with the money she earned? The next debt collector did not knock on your door, he simply entered through your window next to a long piece of fuchsia fabric with floral designs that wrapped your entire body with the necessary force to immobilize you and lose you in its folds. Everything was dark, the feeling of being swallowed and suffocated completely within the density of an unknown tunnel accelerated your breathing horribly, squeezing your eyes, you lost track of time. You didn't know if it had been hours or even days, you woke up feeling tired and with stiff joints, you tried to scream but your mouth was gagged and your eyes were blindfolded. Your waist and under your breasts were tight with something as were your hands and arms up, leaving you kneeling on the hard, dry ground. You were kidnapped, you didn't think this situation would get out of control but you should have assumed it was someone else's money.

Raucous laughter filled the room as you began to move, trying to get out of the grip of the fabric that pressed against your body.

"You look so pathetic, it's useless, any attempt is ridiculously useless." It was a male voice, shrill but hoarse at the same time, which made you feel chills down your spine. You heard barefoot footsteps approaching you, when you felt a hand pull your hair to shake your head mockingly. "Do you really think you could fool my sister? You poor stupid bitch!" He laughed again, carelessly removing your blindfold, messing up your hair.

Your vision was cloudy, not to mention everything was a little dark, but as your eyes recovered, you managed to make out a tall man in front of you, hair greenish and messy. Although he was quite strong in his arms and chest, his rib bones were visible above his thin waist. Inky black spots painted his face and body in a way never seen before in your eyes. The fear and uncertainty of what would happen now was killing you and you felt like very soon you would really be dead.

"I will take care of collecting every last cent with your blood, I will make you wish you had never set foot in this world..."

The man was approaching you menacingly, with a kind of bloody sickle in his hand while he grabbed your chin with the other. Your eyes were tearing and your mouth was sobbing under the gag, your terror of death was enormous, there was nothing more that scared you in this life than a slow and painful death and this man was willing to give it to you, but you were also willing to do anything to avoid any suffering. "Let me take this from you, pretty...I like hearing human screams as they watch me tear their stomachs open in front of their eyes." The man moved a hand and the gag in your mouth slipped, leaving your sobs uncovered. Your heart was beating non-stop and your soul was almost leaving your body when you watched the man's weapon rise above you.

"WAIT WAIT!! PLEASE WAIT!! I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!!" You shouted desperately, catching his attention. Usually the boy never listens to the requests of his prey, but seeing a young and pretty woman like you so vulnerable before him, made him curious about what you had to say. He stopped his murderous movement and let you talk.

"Fast." He ordered. This was your chance, you had to do anything to save yourself, anything no matter what. You tried to calm your breathing and cleared your throat.

"I know I owe a lot of money to this house, I wasn't avoiding anything, I just couldn't get it at the agreed time." His yellow eyes stared intimidatingly at you. "I know I have to pay but I don't want to do it with my life...could it be...another way?" The tone of your voice changed drastically on the last sentence, still concerned but you managed to sound needy and agitated, in a sensual way. As you finished speaking, you looked the man straight in the eyes as you slowly opened your legs on your spot. Waiting for a response.

He didn't say anything, he just stuck his sickle into the ground and crouched in front of you. Your reaction worried you. But it was unpredictable when he started laughing madly.

"It's the most pathetic thing I've ever seen! Completely pathetic! Are you seriously willing to offer me your body so I don't kill you? To let someone as disgusting as me fuck you to spare your life?"

You didn't act on impulse, you had already slept with a friend in exchange for favors a few years ago so you were willing to do it if your life was at risk. The man approached you, his right hand went straight to the collar of your kimono to pull it down and leave your breasts almost completely exposed, making you gasp. This boy was not stupid, since he saw you you seemed attractive to him and he would have eventually taken you by force if his sister had not demanded that he kill you immediately, but since you were offering yourself, he was not going to waste the opportunity.

"W-What's your name?" you asked. He hesitated a little before answering.

"Gyutaro...why the fuck do you want to know that?"

"To know whose name I must moan and beg for more."

A smile formed on your opponent's face, but not just any smile, it was a dark and selfish smile, full of lust and mockery. With a single movement of his hands, Gyutaro made the obi around your body loosen to open your clothes and admire your naked body under your kimono, two other pieces of cloth adhered to your thighs to lift your legs and keep them open. It seemed like he was able to control that flowery obi.

"The amount you owe is very large girl, your payment will be according to that."

Gyutaro approached you, you could see the large bulge that had quickly formed between his legs under his pants, he moved his face towards you and began to lick and suck your neck vigorously making you moan as you felt his hot and wet touch. He continued with your shoulders and collarbones while massaging your thighs vigorously until he brought one of his hands to one of your breasts, squeezing the fat roughly making you moan loudly.

"Do you like it, you little slut?" He said, looking at your entire blush but you were nodding frantically.

"Y-Yes...continue."

Gyutaro squeezed both of your breasts, massaging your skin and positioning himself between your legs, he pulled down his pants and let his erect, wet tip rub sloppily against your lips and your wet center. His smile widened when he noticed your back arch slightly as you felt his member on your clit, making your juices begin to wet it. His hands squeezed harder until he left red marks from his fingers on your tits, your nipples were hard and rigid under his touch so he couldn't help but bend down and take one of them between his teeth to play with it and stimulate it with his tongue. He had his eyes fixed on your body, reveling in your soft but needy moans as he sucked and scored you hard. Your arms were still, bound tightly by the obi over your head, suppressing any urge to tug on his hair to signal him to continue.

The moment Gyutaro opened your labia with two fingers and started playing with your clit with his thumb made you close your eyes and tilt your head back.

"Aaah!! Yes, there, there Gyutaro....k-keep touching me there mmmhh..."

His touch continued and sped up, his short nails sliding between your hole making you clench and buck your hips. You felt the obi on your thighs move to spread your legs wider and you looked down immediately when you felt Gyutaro's tongue wrap around your clit, playing with it between his teeth, looking at you with a lascivious smile. The sight of him wedged between your open legs, with your pussy in his face and your face between your two breasts showing off your hard nipples was priceless. With his two thumbs, he took your lips and parted them to highlight your bulge between your wet and slippery folds, to fuck you needily with his tongue, making your hips stutter and your knees bend even more. Your taste was incredible, he had never tasted anything like it.

Gyutaro continued licking and sucking each of your folds while you melted between moans and obscene pleas to want to cum.

"AA-AAHHH!! Gyu-taro-oo-aaah! So, keep it up...you fuck me so good, so good! I wanna cum, I wanna cum...would you like me to cum now? Over, all over your face? Aaa-aaah- that I covered your mouth with all my orgasm?" You said, moving your hips up, bringing your pussy closer to him.

Gyutaro looked at you and wiped the remains of your juices from his chin before speaking. "Of course I would...but I would like more to feel you covering my cock, honey."

Gyutaro immediately got on his knees and without thinking twice he spread your legs wide open and spat on your pussy in a contemptuous manner, and then entered your hole without warning, in a single movement. You moaned loudly and obscenely when you felt his length pass through you, you could intensely feel how your walls stretched to try to take his size and contracted back around him to suck him hard. You knew your pussy was doing a good job when you saw him moan and curse, tilting his head back.

"Fuck...mmmhh, what a good cunt..." Gyutaro said, thrusting into you again to get deeper.

He loved the way you were moving and how submissive you were being underneath him. Gyutaro started touching your tits again as he bent down to suck your hard nipples and make you moan. His body trembled as your hole surrounded him tightly, so tight, making ropes of cum begin to leak into you, approaching his orgasm. That sensation led him to move faster inside you. It wasn't being so bad after all, you could be screaming and dying from the pain, maybe you wouldn't even be alive anymore, but now you were safe, being fucked by a demon but at least you were screaming in pleasure and not pain. This man had something special, you knew he was very dangerous but that idea was only turning you on even more, and even more so seeing yourself in this situation. You looked down and could see your open legs and lips receiving Gyutaro, watching your clit outside of you being pressed against his cock with each of his thrusts, hitting your most sensitive spot again and again until you were completely wrapped around him and you began to move vigorously, making your breasts bounce on you and letting all your juices come out on him, bathing him with your orgasm, forming a thick, white ring around his penis, dripping between your legs.

Gyutaro couldn't help but smile at having that thick, wet feeling on him, which led him to cum almost immediately the moment your walls clenched intensely and you milked him completely. Gyutaro covered you with his seed from the inside out, making you feel wet and slippery from the hot, white liquid poured into you, leaking out little by little through the folds of your center, arching your waist.

"AAAHH G-GYUTARO!!" You moaned, almost screaming. Your hips continued to move almost instinctively until he was satisfied and stopped using you. It seemed like he would never get tired but little by little his pace slowed down until his breathing calmed down.

"W-what...what's your name?" He asked.

“Y/n…” you answered tiredly.

"Well, Y/n, your debt has been settled..." At that moment Gyutaro pulled out of you without warning, making you moan as you felt his member rubbing along your walls until the exit, leaving you wet and empty beneath him.

The obi that was restraining your arms and legs was completely removed from your entire body, leaving you free. You thought Gyutaro would finally let you go or something, but instead of doing that, he grabbed your kimono and took it off completely. Even though he had just fucked you relentlessly, you noticed that his erection was not disappearing, actually, his tip was beginning to leak as he ran his fingers over his slit in a dirty way in front of you looking at your body. "But the interests are still missing..." he said, laughing with desire and taking your arm to turn you around and hover over you like an animal in heat.

Gyutaro inhaled your scent and began to rub his tip on your ass, pressing you to the ground. He would make up a valid excuse for his sister later, informing her that you were his new toy and she shouldn't kill you.

[huffelpuff210]

His Girl Part 1 Soft Dark Mob Boss Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader

His Girl Part 1

Soft Dark Mob boss Steve Rogers x Innocent reader

Warning: Violence, blood, beatings, mild language, obsessed Steve, Protective Steve, Angry Steve, Controlling behavior, age gap,

Summary: You, Steve and Bucky have been friends for a long time, You are pretty much Bucky’s little sister what happens when Your brother puts you in harms way.

You were in your flower shop sorting the flowers, Starting the day when You look at the roses, Your smile falls, Remembering the day you lost your parents, 

Your parents were florists just like you but they worked for the mob, Whenever they needed flowers for parties or funerals or special occasions your parents were the one’s to call, they were like family to the mob, 

When you were just five your parents hid you and your brother in the closet, when they were executed in cold blood, 

Bucky’s father who was the right hand man in the mob your parents worked for found the two of you, 

They knew they couldn’t risk putting you and your brother in foster care so he took you both in as one of his own, 

You grew up in the mob, but you were never a part of it, Bucky Now Steve’s right hand man was like another brother to you, Very over protective brother, Scaring away any boy who even dared to look your way, Steve however treated you like you were made of glass, Sure the two men were much older than you, You were only twenty, But you never payed attention to those details, 

After you turned eighteen you took over your families business, Your brother however, he never could stay out of trouble even though he was older than you, 

The bell to your shop rings bringing you out of your thoughts, You look over your shoulder to see Bucky, He checks in on you everyday just to be safe he says, 

“Good morning doll.” He says 

You smile at him as you walk towards him, 

“Good morning.” You smile up at him since he is taller than you, and built like a brick house. 

You however are small and petite, He always tells you that you need to eat more. 

“Do you know where your dimwit brother is I haven’t seen him all day.” He says 

You shake your head, 

“He’s been dodging me.” You say with a sigh, 

“That’s odd.” He grumbles, 

“I’ll take the sunflowers by the way.” He says 

You chuckle 

“You don’t need to buy something everyday you know.” You laugh

“Sure I do, your my little sister after all.” He says 

You giggle

Giving him a bouquet of sunflowers, 

“Besides I just put them in Steve’s office anyway.” He says 

You roll your eyes, 

“How romantic.” You say 

“Smart ass.” He says 

You giggle, 

“I’ll see you later alright, stay out of trouble.” He says kissing your forehead, 

“I’ll try.” You giggle 

He leaves, You busy yourself with all the flowers in the shop most of the day was pretty dull that is until your brother storms in,

“Jeremy? Where have you been?” You ask rushing over to him, You see his face is badly bruised and blood, 

“Oh my god what happened?” You say checking his face, 

He grabs your hands, in his large hands. 

“We don’t have much time, You have to know I tried to reason with him.” He says in a panic

“What are you talking about?” You asked a bit worried, 

“I need to hide you and quick.” He says taking your hand, dragging you in the back of the shop, 

“Your not making any sense.” You say worried 

“I got in to deep Y/N! they are coming after you for collateral!” He says 

“What?” You stop in your tracks, 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to bring you into this.” He says 

Suddenly you hear the bell to the store chime a bit roughly meaning someone yanked open the door with a lot of force. 

“Oh Y/N, I know your hear, your big brother told us exactly where to find you.” You hear an familiar voice, Brock is someone familiar to you Steve has had run ins with him a few times. 

You look at your brother horrified, 

“H-How could you-” You began, 

“I don’t have time to explain we need to get you out of here.” He says dragging you out the back only to be met with two big men, 

Your brother blocks you from the, 

“Going somewhere?’ You hear from behind you. You see Brock smirking at you, 

You can feel your heart pounding against your chest, 

“Hello Y/N beautiful as always.” He says smirking at you 

You glare at him, 

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you glare at him, 

“I think your brother already explained to you the details.” Brock says smirking at you, 

He tries to grab you but Jeremy blocks you from him, 

Brock sighs snapping his fingers where two of his goons jump him, punching and kicking him to the ground, 

“No, No stop I’ll go just leave him alone!” You yell, he motions for his goons to stop, Jeremy stands you hug him, 

“Get Steve,” you whisper. He nods

Brock pulls you away from your brother, his grip tightly on your upper arm,

He shoves you into the SUV

You knew the rumors about Brock and his Mob, Brock was notorious for beating his wife, killing his men without a second thought, wrecking havoc. He had no respect when it came to his men and the public, 

You knew Steve however he had everyone from the police to attorney's in his pocket, 

He will turn Brock’s operation upside down to get you back, You knew that for a fact, 

One of Brock’s men place a handkerchief to your nose and mouth, You struggle but still breathe in the fumes and you fall into a deep sleep. 

Jeremy ran as fast as he could to Steve’s mansion, The men at the gate knew him since he’s been in Steve’s crew for a few days, He runs to Steve’s office where he is having a meeting with Bucky and Sam, all the men look in his direction, 

“Dude do you know how to knock?” Sam says 

“I’ve been looking for you all morning where have you been?” Bucky says glaring at him, 

Bucky was tired of his excuses, He was only letting him in Steve’s crew for a favor to Y/N but all the men stop when they see his condition and the pure panic on his face, 

“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked 

Steve just sat at his desk slightly annoyed, 

“They took her.” Jeremy says 

Everyone in the room freezes, 

“They took, Y/N.” He says 

Steve stands up, stalking over to him, Steve towers over him glaring at him, 

“What did you do?” Steve asks in a menacing voice, 

It was no secret that Jeremy always brought his problems to your doorstep, 

“It was Brock and his men.” Jeremy says 

“That’s not what he asked you.” Bucky says glaring at him 

Jeremy froze, 

“Well?” Sam says 

Steve lost whatever patience he had left grabbing Jeremy by the collar.

“What did you Do?” He asked 

“I- I uh gambled... More than I had, And He took her.” Jeremy said, 

“You what!?” Bucky says 

Steve holds up his hand Stopping Bucky, Steve glares at him, 

“Your sister gives you to many chances,” Steve says as he glares down at him, 

He shoves him to Sam, 

“Get him the hell out of here.” He says 

“W-Wait Y/N She need-” He began, 

Steve glares over his shoulder at him, making him clam up as Sam drags him out of the office, 

“We need to find her, Who the hell knows what Brock is doing to her.” Bucky says in a worried voice, 

Steve growls, 

It was no secret to Bucky that Steve was in love with her, But he knew this business could get her caught up with the wrong people, Exactly what Steve and Bucky tried protecting her from, But it looks like that was all out the window, 

“He’s probably got her at the Docks,” Bucky says 

Steve nods, 

“Get everyone ready, Brock has been a thorn in my side for far to long anyway.” Steve says 

Your heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, It was dark,you smelled a musty smell, You try to move but realize you can’t, Your hands are tied behind your back as you sat on a chair. 

“Good morning sunshine.” Brock says smirking down at you, You just glare, 

One thing Bucky and Steve always taught you no matter what never show fear. 

“Lets talk about your friend Bucky shall we?” He says with a smirk

[jellyfiishatr]

Hi!! Feel free to ignore if you don’t take these request, but could you write head cannons of Miles or Hobie (or both) with an anorexic reader? Platonic or romantic it doesn’t really matter. I’m just struggling a bit rn and thought I’d ask (that sounds so guilt-trippy i’m sorry i don’t mean it that way) Again feel free to ignore!! Have a good day you’re a wonderful author !!

a/n : AHHH it's okay!! I think this is sweet, I hope you're doing alright and that this'll bring u some comfort ♡ have a great day/night anon >_<★!!

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Content : comfort / fluff / headcanons

Content warning : eating disorder / anorexia mention

Miles Morales!!

☆ Miles is definitely an understanding person

☆ when he first noticed you stopped eating so much he didn't think much of it, but when you stopped coming to lunch with him entirely he knew something was up.

☆ he took note of how skinny you were getting, he'd jokingly ask if you were going to the gym without him and you'd laugh it off and say "my bad dude, forgot to tell you haha."

☆ when you'd finally get to telling him you weren't doing so great, he'd start sobbing with you. Giving you a hug and gently caressing your back in a friendly way

☆ he'd do his own research and watch videos on how to help you

☆ when it comes to meals, he's patient with you

☆ he waits patiently for you to eat, whether you finish or not doesn't bother him. As long as you ate, he's happy

☆ he's the type to cover up the calories on any food packaging, drawing over them with a sharpie

☆ Miles is also the type to get you some comfort foods of yours everytime you guys hang out or have a study sesh

☆ overall : Miles is patient and understands from a certain point of how you feel, and he does whatever he can to help you feel better

Hobie Brown!!

☆ Hobie's also an understanding person

☆ he'd notice immediately when you'd stop eating your favorite foods with him

☆ he already had taken note of the fact you weren't as cheery or were getting skinny so quickly

☆ while sitting with him, quietly enjoying his presence he'd ask you, "are you feeling okay?"

☆ and when you started sniffling on his shoulder he wrapped his arm around yours and rubbed your arm gently.

☆ ^"It's alright, you'll be alright." He'd say os a soft tone to you.

☆ he'd be very careful with certain food, making sure to have the labels or the calories covered

☆ he always eats with you, eating slowly so you both finish at the same time

☆ overall : Hobie understands its a long process to feel better, so he wants to make sure he's with you every step of the way.

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(I hope this was well executed!! Tell me if I've gotten anything wrong in this fic anon!!)

[phoenixyfriend]

[squints at the MCU] Tony Stark has displayed more ability to weather interrogation and torture than Steve Rogers.

This is "(displayed more)(ability)," not "(displayed)(more ability)," to be clear.

(I know fiction’s depiction of torture is famously propagandafied, but in this case, it’s not about torture for information so much as physical traumas shown on screen.)

(Anyway, have a rant I did on discord the other day.)

It's not really so much about "resisted the urge to hand over information" as "survived a truly harrowing experience and still came out of it trying to do good."

Tony's very first movie involves getting repeatedly drowned while in constant pain from bomb injuries as a civilian contractor, and I… don't think I can remember anything even a little similar with Steve

I don't think he's ever been captured for long before breaking out? All his injuries are in active battle, not torture.

Like... Steve went through something horrible with the ice and losing Bucky, nobody can argue that. But I think it's very telling, sometimes, that movie Steve, especially 2012 movie Steve, is completely unaware of the absolute nightmare that Tony experienced in his solo movies.

I have so many feelings about Tony Stark being the epitome of "guy who was raised and manipulated into being a bad person by someone he trusted, and (after a horrible experience) attempts to be a better person, constantly and consistently, even if he sometimes fucks up in the execution."

And the way that some fics elide his experiences in cleaning up other people's messes (first Obadiah's, then Howard's) and how that doubtlessly compounded his many neuroses from fixing messes that he did actually create himself is just

I have a lot of feelings

And am also feeling a little bitter and salty about how Tony Stark's MCU incarnation reportedly took some inspo from Elon Musk... and a little petty and satisfied about just how drastically we've all be shown that Musk can never live up to the idea of 'billionaire with inherited wealth who actually, without hesitation, risks his own life to save millions' that he tried to use PR to achieve in the media with 'my electric cars are gonna save the world' stunts about things he didn't actually have a hand in inventing

I'm just reading some fics I really enjoyed when I was still in the YA fandom, and there was a reference to a line Steve said in the movies and I started thinking (again) about how frequently fans take lines from Steve or Sam about Tony as gospel, because they haven't seen Tony's movies, and the lines from the star spangled boys are contextually meant to show that they don't know jackshit about Tony or his life, because they are directly contradicted by multiple prior films.

Also like... how often Steve's traumas get explored (in fic) in a way that Tony's just... don't? At most, his issues about Howard get explored, but that's it.

There's this moment in CACW that people take as Accurate and it infuriates me.

Tony Stark: [Back in the cell.] Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. [He shows a holographic image of Doctor Broussard.] Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong. Sam Wilson: That's a first.

Which, like... it's a bad movie. Obviously. But also

That line is immediately followed by Tony revealing that he's here to help the others and is sabotaging the security to make sure Ross can't take advantage, and yet fanfic still uses Sam's quote to promote anti-Tony agendas!

And 'Tony admits he fucked up' is. Like. Listen to me

Tony's first solo movie is fixing Obadiah's machinations. *

His second solo movie is fixing his Dad's fuckup.

His first team movie is fixing Thor's mistakes.

His third solo movie is fixing something that is only tangentially his fault.

It's not until AoU that the fuck-up is really his and his alone (well, not counting Bruce), and even then, even then, a massive portion of the blame is narratively laid at Wanda's feet!

And only then do we get this man, who has spent five movies seeing what happens when people don't take responsibility for their actions, or have anyone riding them to be ethical, who has criticized himself for neither having that oversight nor providing that oversight for people who snuck shit under his nose, that is when we get Tony weighing in on the side of "most countries on the planet are agreeing with this and it's for a reason, please work with me here, maybe we can get some of it rolled back to be less authoritarian and more reasonable."

* and removing himself from the military industrial complex he was raised and groomed to be in, but that's a system and not an individual act or a set 'villain'

Or as @firebirdeternal put it:

I would say that his first solo movie does have a large element of fixing his own mistakes too, it's just that his "mistake" was Trusting the Wrong Person and not taking personal responsibility for how his actions are affecting the world. (Which, he immediately does upon coming back from being captured? "We're going to immediately stop making weapons, because it's making the world worse" and then when Obadiah cuts him out of the company he goes "Oh. Okay no that didn't work, have to personally fix all this then.") and yeah it's just Tony have plenty of reasons to be on the side of "Someone needs to have oversight over this"

IM1 is such a good exploration of someone in privilege saying "this stops now" in a situation where they do have control because they have been confronted with their mistakes in a way that's unavoidable

It's also like, a great example of the fantasy of the Super Hero. Because Tony Stark, the businessman, even with all his wealth and knowledge, isn't able to stop the systemic harm being caused by His Own Company. One person isn't able to do that, even with the best of intentions. It isn't until he becomes something else, something more, a Super Hero, that he's able to make any kind of meaningful change on his own. Like IM1 is just a phenomenal movie. It understood it's subject material so incredibly well.

And people skip it and then take Steve and Sam at their word about Tony's strength of character and moral convictions and I scream.

THIS MAN FLEW A NUKE INTO A WORMHOLE WITH THE FULL EXPECTATION THAT HE WAS GOING TO DIE

Yeah, like, that Jump on the Grenade mentality is something that he and Steve actually literally share.

They both had 'jump on the explosive to save people' moments in their introductory movies.

I find so much more strength and inspiration in stories like Thor and Tony, where they are inherently fuck-ups and were shitty people and they are trying so damn hard to be better, which is more Tony than Thor really, but both of them and their first movies are just. I find that more inspiring than Steve or T'Challa or any other hero who was already a good person and just Became Great.

Tell me about the person who has to struggle to find that moral choice. Tell me about Natasha dragging herself from her oceans of blood and Tony fighting the government over whether they have the rights to use weapons he's created and about Thor having to reckon with his family's power being born of imperialistic ravaging of other cultures.

I want to hear about the people for whom being good is hard and a choice they don't have to make, but then they make it anyway.

Also I stand by "I am Iron Man. [infinity snap]" being the most amazing bookend the MCU could have done and probably the best part of the Endgame.

[anisespice]

“ make me ” || tokyo rev. 

synopsis: you never tested his patience before, so it came to a surprise when his kitten decided to show her claws all of the sudden. unfortunately for you, this man had time today. 

pairing: bonten x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. vulgar language, mentions of degradation, oral (f&m receiving), name-calling (slut, whore, baby, darling, etc.), impact-play, pussy-slapping, voyeurism, humiliation, ani’s attempt at sex-noises for reader lol i think that’s all, feel free to let me know if i missed anything! 

notes: y’all don’t even wanna know how long this junk took me LMAOOO. this is my attempt at rediscovering my inner whore to write smut, so be gentle with her :’) sanzu’s was most def the shortest this time, for some reason i couldn’t go ham on his compared to the others :/ but hope you enjoy them! ♡  

First of all, let’s not get it twisted. 

Just because he acts like a fucking ornament half the time doesn’t negate the fact he’s still a deadly-ass individual. MIKEY has a whole country in the palm of his hand, an army of men at his disposal, and connections so deep even the police can’t touch him. In shorter terms, he was not to be played with. Many people have tried and failed, never to be heard from again. 

Except you, of course. His little lap bunny, his breath of fresh air in a room full of smoke, was the only one who tried him and walked away unscathed. Well, sort of. 

“Y’know better than to talk to me like that, gorgeous. Now say you’re sorry, and I might tell Sanzu to make you cum.” 

You could barely register Mikey’s low voice in your ear, struggling to hold it together as said gangster between your legs curled his tongue in a way that had you keening.

Mikey has you perched upon your very throne, bare ass pressed up against his throbbing dick confined in his slacks. A large, dark wet spot was prominent there as his grip around your inner thighs kept you spread, leaving you squirming and with no choice but to make a mess all over him, the floor, and Sanzu’s face. He ate you out like a man starved, nosing at your clit whilst steadily tongue-fucking you so good you nearly sobbed when Mikey made him stop.

“Nghshit  baby, please…” you croaked, head thrown back against his shoulder as your hips mindlessly chased after Sanzu. Tears streamed down your face as your body shook due to the pent up frustration you so desperately needed to release, painfully aching as your pussy clenched around nothing. 

Mikey remained silent as he gently licked a teardrop off your cheek, rutting his hips up into you when you turned to claim his mouth in a searing kiss. Everyone in the room watched with fervor, enthralled with the sight they’d probably never get to see again after today. With the kind of noises you were making, they’d definitely encourage you to crash their meetings more often. 

Eventually, he broke the kiss too soon for your liking, a soft whine escaping you until it’s interrupted with a sharp yelp. He briefly let go of your thigh to land a mean swat on your cunt, his executives all collectively groaning in approval at the mere sound of how wet you were. 

“Such a little pain slut…” Sanzu slurred, grinning sharply. 

Mikey gave you another, then another. Each with a little more bite to it than the last. You cried out in delight after every impact, body convulsing as it tried to run from the intense feeling until the pink-haired gangster had to force you still so his boss could continue to ruin you. 

“M-mhmahfuck! Manjiro♡!” 

“Still waiting on my fucking apology.”  

“I-Ah! I’m sorry! S-So sorry, baby, won’t do it again..!”

He hummed in approval of your obedience, rewarding you by gently rubbing your puffy clit with two fingers. You shakily exhaled in relief, despite Sanzu still holding you down, your hips had a mind of their own as they moved in tandem to Mikey’s rhythm. Small whimpers escaped you, increasing in pitch when he abruptly started flicking his wrist a little faster. Your thighs shook, body seizing up as that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach began to tighten once more; you could almost taste it. 

“Mikey…s-s’close…” 

Your back pressed snugly against his front, body squirming as you tried grinding back on him. Mikey let out a soft grunt, then huffed in mild annoyance before giving Sanzu a pointed look from over your shoulder—Keep her still. 

With an excited giggle, Sanzu quickly wrapped his arms over the tops of your hips, locking you in where you could hardly move, and wasted no time diving his tongue back into your hole. Your back arched as you graced the room with a wanton cry, eyes damn-near rolling to the back of your skull as your tongue stuck out in straight up euphoria. Mikey stopped rubbing your clit to keep you held back against him, Sanzu tightening his hold around your hips, but his pace never faltered. 

Sanzu worked you like he had bills to pay, even so much as picking up where his boss left off by rubbing quick, and deliberate circles on your tender little button. You gripped his hair like your life depended on it, pathetically grinding against his face as you chanted your boyfriend’s name to the heavens. Mikey’s hands directed their attention to your tits, molding them in his palms and tugging on your nipples to further overstimulate your senses. He really wasn’t making this any easier on you...

“Baby…wanna cum…p-promise ’ll be good…! Please-uhg! Please let me..!”

Mikey planted a sweet kiss right below your ear, then whispered into it; sending chills down your spine as dread followed right behind it. “What’s the rush, hm? Who the hell said I accepted your sorry-ass apology?” 

Sanzu immediately pulled away the second he felt you flutter around his tongue, his wicked grin decorated with your slick growing as you let out such a delicious wail in protest. The entire room darkly chuckled at your expense, and it was then did you actually register there being an audience in the room…

“You interrupted our important meeting with your nonsense. Only fair you make it up to all of us, don’t you agree, gorgeous? Then, maybe I’ll consider forgiving you.” 

Hope you got good health insurance because this man would most def rearrange your insides, leaving you bewildered and bedridden with no one to blame but yourself. 

You didn’t really take into consideration just how strong this man was, high or sober, SANZU could easily fold anybody. Why you thought you’d be the exception, you had no idea. The moment you allowed those dangerous words to leave your pretty mouth during a heated spat, expecting him not to do a thing about it, you learned quickly that anybody meant anybody; especially misbehaving brats.

“Talk your shit now, fuckin’ slut. Wanna hear you say it, c’mon. What’s the matter? Dick too good, you can’t even think? Hmm? Thought you said it was wack…” 

You didn’t know where to grab—The sheets, the pillows, the goddamn lamp?? It was all so much and yet not enough, you craved more but tried to run away from it at the same time. Sanzu railed you from behind, one hand roughly gripping your left asscheek while the other kept your head to the mattress, practically mounting you as he reached toe-curling depth. 

To your dismay, he couldn’t have been more correct; dick was going crazy. Sanzu had no problem making you eat your words from earlier, coaxing your battered pussy towards orgasm number three as he began swiveling his hips. “Hah-ah! Haru, Haru I-I’m…uhg! s-shit I’m-” 

Sanzu cackled, then immediately mocked you. 

“Y-Youyouyou, spit it the fuck out, baby.” 

Your face burned in humiliation, but your desire to cum was much stronger than your pride. “I’m sorry! D-didn’t…didntmeanit! I-I mmh! Won’t be bad a-again!” 

Stopping for a second to flip you on your back, teary eyes met wild, cerulean ones as they practically singed right through you. You tried to avoid them at first, but Sanzu quickly shut that down. He lightly gripped your jaw, face so close to yours you had no choice back to look at him. 

Sanzu panted heavily, cool breath fanning over your sweaty, tear-stricken face. His grin turned even more sinister when he felt you clench around him from the undivided attention. You wanted him so bad, but now you could barely handle looking him in the eye. 

You were just something else. And, he wouldn’t want it any other way. Even if you did intentionally piss him off, speaking out the side of your neck with insults that you both knew weren’t even half true, ain’t nothing a good dicking down couldn’t fix. 

“Glad to hear it…But this is far from over, pretty. Need to make sure you learned your lesson, so keep your eyes on me. Wanna be the last thing you see before I fuck you unconscious.” 

Oh, word? You wanna play that game with him? Alright, bet. But, prepare to fucking lose. 

He won’t take you seriously, will most likely see your words as entertainment rather than a challenge. You weren’t actually attempting to push his buttons right now, were you? How adorable.

RAN admired that you seemed to be dedicated to the whole performance, though. The flare, the passion, you even went above and beyond by chucking a few throw-pillows at him. He played along, of course, even let the last one hit him right in the face and acted appalled. 

“[Gasp] How dare you hit me in the face? Have you no heart??” Or some dramatic shit like that. 

Once you appeared to be finished, Ran had the audacity to give you a slow clap while wearing his signature grin. His low gaze looked upon you with mirth, completely enamored; as if you weren’t just calling him out of his name mere seconds ago. He knew this wasn’t how you normally behaved, so something else had to have been going on. And Ran only had to take one guess as to why you’d be showing out like this. 

“You done? Jeez, if you wanted me t’fuck you like some cheap whore, all you had to do was ask, angel.” 

Your bodily visibly stuttered. 

“I…what?” Ran chuckled, and began loosening up his tie.

“You heard me. Honestly, I’m hurt you felt the need to do all of that just so I’d put you back in your place. That’s what all of this was about, right?” 

He smoothly walked past you, and made way for the couch. Plopping down with all his weight, Ran exhaled a heavy sigh once he hit the plush cushions, and stretched out his limbs. His arms rested behind the couch whilst manspreading, to the point where the bulge in his pants was thickly obvious. 

You stood there, gobsmacked and strangely…touched? For him to be able to read you so easily, without even needing a second thought or some sort of hint?? Honestly, so sexy of him.

Ran whistled at you, beckoning your attention back to his empty lap. With sleepy eyes so full of lust as they devoured you from his very spot, Ran patted his thigh to entice you further; you didn’t need to be told twice. 

“Ohgod yes! Right t-there!” 

With the vigor of a jockey, you rode Ran’s dick like it was your only life’s purpose, arms wrapped around him so tight it’s a miracle you weren’t borderline strangling him; but he didn’t mind. He found your desperation to be amusing, and it’s not like he wasn’t enjoying the hell out of himself, too. 

His large hands held the globes of your ass, kneading and smacking at the flesh with earnest desire as he littered your neck with hickies to keep from making too many embarrassing noises. Ran allowed you to set the pace, only bucking upward when he felt he couldn’t control himself, or if he wanted to get a particular reaction out of you. When you started swirling your hips to spell his fucking name, man ‘bout busted right then and there. 

He pulled back from your neck with a fervent groan, eyes fluttering as his grip on you tightened. Ran smugly grinned at your fucked out expression, juggling between watching your face or your tits as they bounced every time you came crashing back down. 

“Goddamn, angel. If I knew…you needed it this bad…would’ve never gone t’work,” He said, breathlessly. It took a minute for his words to register, but once they did you pouted at him. 

“…not ‘posed to c-call me that…” 

Ran huffed out another laugh. “Oh, that’s right. Almost forgot, my bad.” 

He rolled his hips up into you suddenly, bumping the special spot that made you clench up real nice. He repeatedly aimed for it, marveling in the cute, little noises you made. Ran’s hands roamed all over you, leaving behind warmth until it abruptly disappeared, taking refuge behind his head as he leaned back comfortably on the couch, stopping his movement altogether. 

And just like a switch…Ran no longer looked amused. 

“That means you won’t get to cum until you’ve earned it. Cheap whores don’t get special treatment. So make yourself fuckin’ useful before I get bored.”

Like a ticking time bomb, with a mullet. 

RINDOU prided himself in being a very patient man. Well, more patient than most. His ability to mask even the tiniest emotion grew to be one of his greatest assets and your least favorite quality about him, especially when all you wanted was a reaction. Very little phased the gangster, needles to say, he had quite a high tolerance for bullshit. So, one could imagine how much effort it took to get under his skin.

But, he was still human, after all. Even Rindou could only handle so much bullshit until it eventually got to him, making him act out of character. 

On one particular day, Rindou didn’t know what it was, but somehow the universe definitely had it out for him. Nothing seemed to be going his way, like he had been completely thrown off his rhythm. He stepped in dog shit on his way to work, burnt his tongue from his coffee, even spilled some on his new dress pants, and not to mention almost got fucking stabbed during a meeting with “potential investors” gone wrong. Sure, they missed by an inch, and instantly faced the repercussions, but still.

Was it too much to catch a single break? Apparently so. 

Rindou figured winding down at some hole-in-the-wall joint after work would be a perfect way for him to loosen up. He also figured he’d bring you along as well; you always were his number one stress reliever. To his dismay, today you were anything but.

Not only did you show up with an attitude, you barely even acknowledged him, which completely threw him off guard. Normally, you’d jump in his lap and whine about how much you missed him, easing away that tension in his body with your honey-coated words and caresses. But now, it was like taking a shot of vinegar. You also had the nerve to entertain any loser who wanted to shoot their shot. Granted, all it took to scare them off was for them to see Rindou glaring hard as hell from across the room, but that was far from the issue.

“Babe, c’mon, don’t do this to me, I’m fucking tired-”

“Who...”

He raised a brow, “What? I said I’m-”

“…asked?”

He was exhausted. You were supposed to be his peace in all of the nonsense he had to deal with, and it didn’t help that you were dressed like a full course meal he couldn’t even enjoy. You had to be doing this on purpose…

Rindou watched as guy number four tried to spit game, his corny-ass giving the felon second-hand embarrassment; he had about enough. All he wanted was to get wasted with his girl in his lap, was that really too much to ask?

After downing the last of his drink and throwing the glass on the ground, shattering it, the younger Haitani practically bum-rushed you. Wasting no time in shoving a large hand in the random’s face, Rindou sent him flying backwards into the nearest table and landing with a resounding crash.

“Holy shit! Rin!” You jumped in surprise, about to give him more attitude no doubt, but didn’t have time to before your boyfriend effortlessly threw you over his shoulder, heading towards the nearest bathroom for some much needed privacy.

You wanted a reaction? You got it.

“Holyshit, R-Rin ♡!”

Your thigh lifted to rest on top of the sink, back arched like the one in St. Louis while Rindou put his all into blowing it out. With a tight grip in your hair and another around your waist, the gangster practically growled from the depths of his stomach as he took out all of today’s frustration on your poor, little bratty pussy.

“This what you wanted? Huh?” He panted. You could barely hold a thought together, let alone form an answer. He didn’t take too kindly to being ignored; you’d done that quite enough for one night. “Answer me, or I’ll fuckin’ stop.”

“Yesyes p-please, please don’t stop..!”

Rindou merely kissed his teeth in annoyance. Despite your best efforts in begging like a bitch in heat, it wasn’t enough to convince the man behind you to keep up his momentum. Slowly but steadily, he came to a stop, pulling out of your drooling cunt altogether to tease the tip around your outer lips. A broken whine escaped you, hips moving on their accord as they tried to slip him back in, but that only earned you a sharp tug on your hair.

“Mm! W-Wait no no, Rin please!”

Rindou snickered, leaning down to nip at your ear before hissing into it. “As if it’d be that easy. After all the shit you pulled tonight, you really think you deserve to cum?”

You whimpered. “B-Baby, please, I’m sorry-”

“Nah, too late for that sorry shit. I’ll stick it back in when I goddamn feel like it. And I think it’s time you learned a little patience.”

A cruel one, aren’t ya? Messing with such a sweetheart? But, y’know what they say about the ones who’re classy in the streets—Total freak in the sheets. Wouldn’t hurt to see just how far you could test the limit on that sweet side of KAKUCHO.

You weren’t supposed to be acting like those bastards he deals with on a daily basis, so harsh and quick to cut deep with words, lashing out at him over something so trivial—It just wasn’t you. 

What happened to his darling princess, who welcomed him with warmth comparable to the sun? Where had his loving and caring partner gone? Your behavior was like thorns in his tender heart, filling him with confusion and sorrow. The two of you never argued like this before, having promised each other to be completely transparent in order to avoid misunderstandings. 

“My love, please. If I’ve wronged you in some way just tell me, and I’ll fix it. This isn’t getting us anywhere, and I don’t wish to fight with you-”

“Oh, Christ, do I seriously need to spell it out for you? For someone who’s accomplished so much, it’s embarrassing to watch you struggle to understand so little.” 

Kakucho’s expression resembled that of a kicked puppy from your snide comment. How could you not see how irrational you were being? The clock on the wall along with his bleeding heart were the only sounds he could focus on until… he noticed something else that was unusual. 

Since this whole argument started, you’d been holding back a grin. Though you tried very hard to remain inconsolable, you failed miserably under his observant stare. 

You thought…this was funny? 

The ache in your wrists wasn’t anything you’d experienced before, his tie must’ve been made out of spider-silk or something because no matter how much you wiggled, the knot refused to budge. However, even if it did, the reoccurring swat to your ass halted any attempt at escaping. 

Kakucho had you bent over, your skirt shoved all the way up your midriff to expose your pantyless bottom half to the seething man above you. With your hands bound behind your back, you had no choice but to let your head hang to the floor as he balanced you across his lap. The position rendered you dizzy, but the blood rushing to your head added on to the stinging pleasure he bestowed with every swing of his hand. 

“Ah~ ♡!ohfuck Kakuch-oh!” 

Another tasteful smack, this one harder than the last, but it burned so good. You were practically drooling, a delirious smile painted on your face with tears trickling down your cheeks. In your nether regions, the same could be said about your weeping cunt. Kakucho scoffed, giving your ass another smack, then letting his pinky and ring-finger slip in between your lips. 

He groaned, deeply. You were soaked.

“Naughty little thing,” he prodded at your entrance, earning a soft moan from you. “Saying all those mean things, just so I’d get mean back, hmm?”

You wiggled your ass, impatiently. His long, thick fingers continued to play around outside where you needed him most. Kakucho was well aware, but refused to yield. After the stunt you pulled, you’d better be grateful you were even getting that much. 

THWACK! 

“Ahk!” You squeaked, that one catching you off guard. Kakucho clicked his tongue. 

“Now you don’t wanna run your mouth? You had so much to say a minute ago, darling, don’t hold back on me now.” 

You shivered, his voice sounding an octave lower than normal as he grew increasingly more impatient with you. This was a complete contrast to the Kakucho you were used to, the thrill of not knowing how far he’d go made you clench your thighs together. However, before you know it, you’re being lifted up and tossed upon your shared bed. Landing with a soft grunt and a bounce, you at first gave yourself a moment to orient your surroundings now that the blood no longer rushed to your head; that sudden movement didn’t help with your dizziness. 

After a brief moment had passed, you then struggled to roll on your back to face the manhandler himself, but luckily he was nice enough to help. 

By snatching your ankles, Kakucho yanked you down to the edge of the bed and sat you upwards. You winced, ass stinging like hell, but you quickly got over it once you realized the position he had you in. Noticing he unbuckled his pants, Kakucho stood before you at his full height, palming himself before gripping the base of his hard dick through his boxer briefs, as if he were threatening you with a concealed weapon; and he absolutely was.

You slowly looked up at him, meeting his dual-colored eyes. You gulped. There was nothing sweet about them. 

“Don’t wanna talk? Fine. We’ll find other uses for that filthy mouth of yours.” 

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[the-way-astray]

Ok just saw that your asks are open

Ik that you do not like Keefe (for valid reasons)

But here's something for you to analyze/think about

Not necessarily to change your mind about him bit if it does it does

Ok so

At the end of neverseen Keefe said "sometimes things have to get worse before they get better"

Yes he was referencing to him running away and for lodestat Yada Yada what have you

But I FULL heartedly believe that it was foreshadowing for the entirety of his chara arc throughout the series

Cause as of stellarlune he is at his lowest of lows

However you want to classify that us he's there

The way he treats his friends, his relationships with them, his mental state, ability state, common sense

All of it

And do I think it's gonna get worse than what it already is

YUP

But here's what that quote implies

It DOES get better

Never says when or how

But just that it does

I fully believe that after he gets past the roughest patch (whether that's him currently or even him in book 10) that he'll slowly start to realize how he's been and start trying to be better and get the help he needs

And tbh

I don't think it'll be anytime soon

I feel like he needs to have the (inevitable) argument with Sophie to finally realized it

Cause trust me as much as I ship sokeefe I really do believe they need to have an argument

Maybe even not speak for a book

But it'll be good for him in the end and hopefully he sees how he's been acting these last few books

Thoughts on this?

okay, sorry this took so long to get to. every time i try to answer it, it doesn't come out quite right. but here's my best shot.

i would agree with the idea of "sometimes things have to get worse before they get better" as an arc for keefe. that would be cool. and obviously, since at the time of this writing, the series is unfinished, there's always a possibility shannon could turn it around for herself. i've talked about this briefly in some post from a while ago, but there is a chance shannon will execute a flawless character arc for keefe in unraveled. is it likely? not really. but i wouldn't say it's impossible.

what makes me think this will not happen? in short: the fact that his flaws, the real flaws, not "cares too much about sophie" or "is too willing to self-sacrifice", have not once been villainized or called out as something seriously wrong in the series.

here's a list (referencing this post, where i list out all the things i dislike about keefe, there's more than just what i listed here, but these are the character flaws):

"i hate the way he manipulates, gaslights, extorts, and pressures sophie (and other people) into telling him shit they wouldn't ordinarily." this is never made out to be a bad thing. the person on the receiving end usually just grumbles something like "empaths", then after five seconds it's dropped. you don't see it affect keefe's relationships, you don't see people become uneasy around him, keep their distance from him because oh, that's the guy that's going to spill my secrets, it never feels like this affects keefe's relationships in any negative way. there is no long-term damage. it is completely swept under the rug, and it is never, ever seriously villainized. if shannon wanted to execute a "sometimes things have to get worse before they get better" type arc for keefe with regards to this flaw, she'd have to start by having it be a negative thing. then only can keefe work toward a better place. but shannon skipped that crucial step. so how can i assume that she's trying to develop keefe out of this, even if the development goes forwards and backwards and all over the place?

"i hate what a terrible friend he is." there are so many examples of this that i can't remember exactly what i was referencing when i wrote that. in any case, basically the same as what i said above applies. keefe needs to first be villainized for his toxic behavior if he's to grow out of it. take his comments toward fitz in the famous healing center scene, as an example. yes, the scene is told from keefe's perspective, meaning obviously he's not going to hold himself accountable. but maybe elwin steps in and reprimands keefe for what he said. maybe keefe detects sophie's anger toward him for the comments he made toward fitz. maybe he's even told off by fitz himself. there are a variety of ways to make it clear that this is not a good person to be. only then can keefe's journey even begin. if shannon is to do a "sometimes things have to get worse before they get better" type thing for keefe with regards to this, then things have to get worse for him. he needs to feel the consequences of his actions, which he never does.

"i hate the way he simultaneously pedestalizes and infantilizes sophie." once again, this is never made out to be a bad thing. if anything, keefe's pedestalization of sophie is meant to endear the audience to him. his infantilization is disguised as """"""witty"""""" jokes, so that is also probably supposed to make us like him. shannon actually managed to take keefe's toxic traits and sell them to the audience as good qualities. could be a masterclass in writing if she did something with this, but it's very clear she actually believes that these are good things. once again, if keefe is to develop out of these things and find a better place, even if he makes a few mistakes and "gets worse", so to speak, at various points along his character arc, that would still require his arc to actually like. begin. shannon hasn't even reached that part. so once again, how am i supposed to expect that she'll write any kind of arc with regards to this?

"i hate the way he's so jealous, so passive-aggressive, so toxic to his supposed friends." i've talked about this very, very briefly before, but i'm almost certain that we're supposed to see keefe as being "in the right" during the healing center scene, at least as the way shannon intended for it to be taken. one second . . . okay i found the post where i said it. here's what i said verbatim: "#i really feel like. shannon genuinely did not mean for him to come off so mean#she was definitely banking on the fact that everyone hates fitz#it's FITZ that's the one that's the butt of the mean joke by KEEFE so nobody will care! right? right guys? guys?#and honestly she's probably correct about that because most of the fandom DOES like keefe and hate fitz so like". now obviously i cannot be 100000000% sure, but from years of reading and rereading these books, i've become pretty confident that shannon genuinely wants us to perceive keefe as an otherwise-perfect angel whose only flaw is recklessness and his tendency to self-sacrifice. so those are the only flaws for which she writes a proper arc. and once again, if she wanted to write any sort of arc for him, even one that isn't perfectly linear, she would first have to start my acknowledging that keefe is the possessive, jealous, toxic friend here. but she doesn't.

"i hate the way sophie has to constantly babysit him because she doesn't know what stupid thing he'll do next and i hate the way he doesn't care about that, despite claiming he's doing half the things he does for her." this is the last one i'll mention in this post, promise. his stupidity is the flaw, by the way. i would say it's acknowledged. so congrats, shannon, you've reached the first step. better than i can say for the last four points. but that's where it ends. it's never developed from. keefe doesn't know how to work on a team and is incredibly stupid, something i ran into the ground while writing my rant. and come unlocked, 8.5 books into the series, he is still incredibly stupid and doesn't know how to work on a team. he consulted exactly zero people before running away to the forbidden cities, and while you could argue that it was ultimately his decision, i do think he should've at least gotten other people's opinions. this decision was so monumentally stupid, i cannot wrap my head around it. i'll talk about it more in my part two rant, but in my opinion, it's his stupidest move yet. now, what about the "sometimes things have to get worse before they get better" arc idea for this? doesn't this mean that this could just be a low he's hitting in his arc? well personally i'd say no. because he never reaches a point where he feels like he's working towards not hijacking plans because he wants to genuinely be better and stop. the famous nightfall scene comes to mind, and as i've mentioned before, the reason this, in my opinion, isn't indicative of his arc progressing is that he apologizes entirely out of a desire to appease sophie and win her back to his side, and not because he actually wants to change. so that doesn't count. in legacy, sophie thinks to herself that if she doesn't go with keefe to london, he will find a way to get there himself, once again showing that he has no desire to consider other people's opinions. sophie actually only agrees to go because she's scared of what stupid shit keefe will get into if she's not there to babysit him. she caves to his hijacking, instead of nipping it in the bud, the way she tried to in nightfall. so i'd say there isn't any spectacular moment before unlocked where keefe is getting better with regards to his hijacking plans because he thinks he knows better than everyone else.

okay, now that i've hopefully sufficiently proven that keefe's arc is not a "sometimes things have to get worse before they get better" arc, at least not in the way it's executed in canon, i'll move to the rest of your points:

"as of stellarlune he is at his lowest of lows/The way he treats his friends, his relationships with them, his mental state, ability state, common sense" (sorry for formatting this like the lyrics of a freaking song, but i wanted it all in one paragraph lmfao.)

i disagree with this. i actually think his arc is looking up, with regards to his flaws, at least, in stellarlune. he seems like, to put it very, very bluntly, a morally better person. like he did some thinking in the forbidden cities and decided to get his shit together. this is why i say that i have to read unraveled before making my mind up about whether keefe's arc truly sucks or not. because if shannon has him acknowledge all the things i mentioned and make an effort to be better for himself, because he wants to be, then i can see how i could be swayed to the "keefe has a good arc" side. i do still think the chances of this are incredibly slim, though.

i would tentatively say the way he treats his friends is better in stellarlune. he certainly seems like he mellowed out a bit. he also only has like a couple hundred pages of that book to himself, and even less to showing what he's truly thinking on the inside, so it's difficult to tell for sure. his ability state and mental state are as shit as ever, agreed. but i'm not really talking about that? i'm talking about his arc and the flaws that i dislike about him, that i believe should be developed or at least called out for him to be a decent character.

"And do I think it's gonna get worse than what it already is"

same, but i think that low will be hit in unraveled. i think what we're seeing in stellarlune is actually him getting better from some major low he must've hit in unraveled. but once again, none of this has anything to do with why i dislike keefe. i dislike him because his flaws are never acknowledged or developed out of as the series progesses.

"I fully believe that after he gets past the roughest patch (whether that's him currently or even him in book 10) that he'll slowly start to realize how he's been and start trying to be better and get the help he needs"

one thing that i absolutely despise when it comes to writing character arcs is when like 90% of the development happens in the last like 10% of the series. it always feels incredibly rushed and incredibly forced, and it can be done well almost never. it's my opinion that arcs, and all the major progress and setbacks, need to happen evenly throughout the series so that you really feel like the character at the 25% mark is a different character than the one at the 75% mark, with regards to the thing being developed. i don't see that with keefe. he's a toxic friend in everblaze, he's a toxic friend in legacy. he's stupid in everblaze, he's stupid in legacy. he's manipulative in everblaze, he's manipulative in legacy. there hasn't even been a realization on his part.

having said all that, i do think there is a way to write his arc in unraveled that could at least make me tolerate him. and i do agree that there's a slim possibility that shannon could magically decide to develop him in book ten. but also keep in mind that book ten or book eleven is the last book. so there's a strong possibility that i'll still consider it too little, too late. but they are future books. i'll have thoughts when they come out for sure, but for now it's hard to tell what i'll feel about them.

"I feel like he needs to have the (inevitable) argument with Sophie to finally realized it/Cause trust me as much as I ship sokeefe I really do believe they need to have an argument/Maybe even not speak for a book/But it'll be good for him in the end and hopefully he sees how he's been acting these last few books"

i agree. i've actually talked about this briefly in my keefe rant, except i've talked about how i wanted them to fight in nightfall, not in book ten. here's that part, copy-pasted verbatim:

“Sometimes I still worry that some tiny part of her holds it against me. That she’ll never fully trust me. That she’ll always see me as the guy who betrayed her and stole from her and ran off with the enemy.” (Unlocked, Keefe's diary entries, 494) This would be really cool to explore if it was actually done. Sophie holding this against Keefe and struggling with that in the aftermath of Lodestar would be an awesome way to develop their relationship and have them overcome that hurdle and give them both some much needed development. But we know that aside from a single line at the beginning of Nightfall, Sophie never really blames Keefe. She just immediately forgives him for his time with the Neverseen. It’s pathetic writing. Something like that should have consequences. But it doesn’t, because then our poor Keefe will have to be *gasp* villainized. There could be this whole arc about how Sophie doesn’t trust Keefe the same and it impacts their relationship subtly and both of them feel it but don’t want to talk about it and it’s this giant, gaping hole. Then finally there’s a climax where Keefe confronts her about it and maybe she yells at him and he agrees that he’ll do anything to get her trust back. Then he does it. He does the smart thing, takes the smart advice. And he learns. He understands what he did was wrong and is truly a different person now. Honestly, the fact that Shannon explained this out shows me that she’s aware the possibility of this arc exists, but unfortunately, didn’t actually put it into action. Would it have been the most original conflict ever? No. But it would’ve been much better than whatever this dumpster fire of a lack of an arc she actually wrote is. I think I might’ve genuinely enjoyed Sophie and Keefe as a couple if she’d just made them have some distrust that they overcome through genuine work and growth.

anyway, if i didn't answer your question the way you wanted, feel free to shoot me a follow-up ask. i think i got it, but if i misinterpreted, tell me.

tldr: the reason i don't buy keefe's arc as a "sometimes things have to get worse before they get better" kind of arc is because that would require keefe's flaws to actually be acknowledged and villainized by the narrative, and for them to have actual consequences that affect him, which they do not. this leads me to believe shannon doesn't see these things as flaws, and therefore will never give keefe the development he needs to have a good arc.

[theminecraftbee]

Normally, traitors aren’t frog-marched to the Emperors themselves, regardless of what rank of information they had. These aren’t normal circumstances, though, Techno bemoans to himself. For one, the man is refusing to speak anything but French and a tiny amount of broken Bayesh. For another, on being made, he immediately handed over about three folders of classified information then loudly waited for handcuffs to be put on him.

Phil is lounging in his throne; he’d never been one for propriety. This leaves Techno to be, uh, the actually serious one. The one adorned in uniform, sitting and glowering down. It’s lucky that the traitor isn’t a pigman, because Techno isn’t actually great at glowering, but humans are weird about pigman facial expressions so he should be fine?

The traitor stands before them and grins. In perfect Bayesh, he says: “Finally. It took way too long for you to catch me, bitch.”

Techno pauses. He stares. In Piglish, he barks to his guards: “Everyone out. It’s Leader business.”

They file out. They’ll be waiting outside. Phil straightens in his seat and reaches for his own sword.

Techno, laboriously, drags his hand across his face. He switches back to Bayesh. God, does he regret being fluent in multiple languages sometimes. “What are you doing here, Tommy.”

“Showing you your intelligence weak points, fucker. Do you know how easy it is to slip Bayesh spies in here? I was smooth. A smooth customer. I was hearing classified milkitary secrets—”

“You were caught within two hours,” Techno says.

“That’s—that’s just what you think, innit?” Tommy says. Phil laughs. He’s the real traitor here.

“Tommy. I don’t wanna have to cause an international incident, but I’ve had a really long day, so if you just tell me who hired you to run a spy op, and why you decided it was a good idea to run it yourself, instead of sending one of your experts…”

“No one,” Tommy says.

“Hey, don’t lie you little shit. Techno might not want to start an incident but I don’t care,” Phil says. He grins and holds up his sword. “You wanna wake up in a jail cell and reveal some secrets? We may all be Leaders but it won’t stop torture from hurting.”

“What the fuck, Phil,” Tommy says.

“No one’s torturing anyone. We’ll just bomb them later if we must,” Techno says.

“And I wasn’t lying. It’s—can I take the wig off by the way? It fucking itches.”

“I despise you.”

Tommy takes off the black wig, revealing his blonde hair. “Anyway, I don’t want to work with you guys either, so I figured I’d get your attention by like, acting like we’re enemies and stuff. Got hired for espionage enough back in the day to pick up that much.”

“Who the fuck wanted you as a spy?” Phil asks.

“Fuck you,” Tommy says and doesn’t elaborate.

“Please just tell us what you want,” Techno says. “Please. I can’t handle this much you at any given time.”

“This needs to be Leader to Leader,” Tommy says, and something heavy laces his words. The hairs on Techno’s arms stand up.

“You coulda asked,” he says, in one final desperate bid for normality.

“No, I couldn’t have,” Tommy says. “I think Chip’s dead.”

Techno doesn’t notice that he’s standing until he is.

“What?”

“Yeah,” Tommy says. “Yeah. And, uh, I fucking. Need your help to figure out what happened. Before we get blamed. And I know, politically, you’ve got no reason, but if we don’t figure out—”

Techno sits back down, heavy.

“I know you understand Piglish. Let me talk in my native language. Phil.”

“Yeah, mate?”

“Go get the stuff.”

Phil’s eyes darken. “Right. That. Well, I’ll be back.”

Tommy’s voice, for the first time since Techno met him as a newly-minted Leader, standing on a wooden bench and yelling about executions, is small.

“You believe me?” he says.

“Why else would you come here?” Techno asks. “Not like we like you.”

“Good, because I’m shit at infiltrations. Would have been embarrassing if you, like, didn’t know your enemy well enough to know that,” Tommy says. He’s saying something else underneath it. Techno is neither good enough at Bayesh or at Tommy to guess what.

“Let’s work out an excuse to make a treaty. And you tell me everything.”