#leaving her so thrown off guard by someone actually seeing her

[jicklet]

That building over there… that's Garden Central Station. When I was a kid, my dad took me there because they had a Vivisteria tree. I'd always wanted to see one. It's the only flower that can thrive in any environment. Fire included. I was so excited. But they said our fire was too dangerous, and they wouldn't let us in. My dad was so angry… and embarrassed.

Elemental (2023)

[phyrestartr]

The Intern | Miguel O'hara x M!Reader

#NSFW, Age Gap (mid 20s and mid 30s), reader's a homewrecker, Miguel's a cheater, mentions of toxic marriage, male!reader, bussy loading, porn with feelings, Miguel's a bit of a dickhead, top Miguel (for now), bottom reader (for now)

Note: I can't write anything without making it into a series lol I'm writing another part right now leave me alone!!!

-- The Intern --

[ How it Started: 1/2 ] [2/2]

Miguel didn't take interns. He hated them, actually; the way they'd needle him with too many annoying questions, the times they tried flexing their unimpressive knowledge of genetics, the way they'd fail to flirt and catch his eye–all of it ticked him off, made him snap and snuff out their bright, curious flames. He didn't mean to. He didn't want to make future scientists lose steam. But he had a limit, and these day, it was hit way too fucking often.

That didn't change when the tours came through. Actually, between his wife pushing his buttons and the young, bright-eyed scientists eyeing him over, everything just pissed him off more, shortened the limit exponentially. 

And he saw you there, listening to someone with a better temper talk. You didn't look all too impressed. You were maybe a little bored, actually. Your eyes swept across the room in wide arcs, looking for something interesting to land on. That was a feeling Miguel could relate to all too well. 

But your eyes eventually landed on him, somehow. You pursed your lips slowly, like it'd make too much noise otherwise, while your cheeks lifted in amusement. You glanced back to the speaker and back to Miguel, eyebrows gesturing too perfectly: get a load of this guy, eh? 

Miguel's expressionless mask slipped for a moment, and he twitched a smirk. He shook his head and looked back to his work. 

He did, however, glance at you on your way out. You didn't look back at him. 

–

He and Dana agreed to separate. It'd be a momentary thing, a way to work out the kinks in their marriage without more random accusations and hurtful words being thrown at each other on the daily. Miguel didn't want that. He didn't want Gabi to be subject to it, most of all. 

The separation calmed things down quite a bit, down to the point where Miguel wondered why they were arguing so much in the first place; until Dana did a very Dana thing and decided, for some reason, she couldn't take care of Gabi by herself while they were separated. Probably a ploy to get them back together under the same roof. Probably a scheme to manipulate the situation. 

But Miguel could play hardball, too. 

He'd pick Gabi up every day after school, and take her to the lab, but sequestered off in the cafeteria where a security guard was always present. She'd get to snack, she'd do her homework, and Miguel could work knowing she was safe. Not ideal, and maybe a little lonely for her, but easy. 

Checking up on her was another good excuse to walk away from his work, too. And one of the times he passed by, in desperate need of a cup of coffee and boost from his little girl's warm smile, he saw someone sitting with her. 

He watched for a moment as he stirred his coffee. Then, he realized it was you, that random intern from the tour a few months back. You were sat across from her, munching on whatever your late lunch was, and nodding emphatically to whatever his little girl was going on about. Her arms gestured wide and her giggle resonated brightly in the room, drawing some annoyed glances and cooing comments, but you didn't miss a beat, matching her laughter and big gestures. It was nice. 

Miguel's shoulders relaxed a little for once. 

He saw you there more days than not. And the days you weren't there, he often spied Gabi looking around, no doubt wondering where you were. It hurt his heart a bit to see her pout, truth be told, and he started to realize he should probably get to know you if you were inadvertently babysitting his kid. 

So, the next time he found you there, he walked over. 

You were beside her this time, both hunched over her usual tablet full of homework. You were the one gesturing wildly this time, talking too much with your hands as you explained fractions and common denominations and the sort in a way that truly only kids could tolerate and understand. Miguel had to put an end to it if he wanted to talk with you. 

"So, for this one, the little bitch on the bottom is–" 

"Sorry, 'little bitch'?" Miguel interjected, smirking when you jumped and Gabi gasped in delight. "Don't think that's proper terminology. Just a hunch." 

"Daddy!" Gabi called, happily turning in her seat to hug her father. Miguel's mean smile softened into something kinder and gentler.

"Hey, mija. Doing your homework, huh?" He asked as he brushed back his girl's hair. "He's not giving you all the answers, is he?" 

You balked before interrupting yourself. "Woah, hey, no, no, no, I'm makin' her do the stuff 'n the things, don’t worry 'bout it." Woah. Okay. That was a heavy Nueva York accent. Not what Miguel expected. 

"Yeah! I'm doing all the work! Mr.(Name)'s just helping when I get stuck 'n stuff!" Gabi's brows knitted together in concern. "Don't get mad at him!" 

"Yeah, don't get mad at me, Doc–she’s a smart kid, she don’t even need me to do this stuff for her, y’know?” 

“Well, I already knew that.” Miguel smirked as you huffed. He sat down on the other side of Gabriella and peered across her tablet at you. “You’re an intern, right? You were at the–”

“The tour, yeah.” You nodded a bit and propped your elbow up on the table before resting your cheek against your palm to watch Gabi solve her equations. “Saw you, too. You looked pretty pissed.”

“Intern day isn’t my favourite day,” Miguel offered with an unbothered shrug. 

“Yeah, I figured. You looked like you wanted to light ‘em on fire." 

"I could've, but then I'd be out a free part-time babysitter."

You laughed lightly, and Miguel caught the charming dip of dimples light up your face. "Oh, so that's how it is, huh? Guess I ain't mad at that. Gabi's a good kid, reminds me of my niece." 

Miguel raised his brows a bit. A niece. "Huh. Guess that explains a lot." 

"Dunno what you mean by that, but I'm gonna hope it's a good thing." 

Miguel smiled a bit. "It's a good thing." 

You smiled, too, though a bit more smug and proud. "Yeah? Good." You glanced up at the clock on the wall and sighed, the cute tilt to your lips suddenly vanishing. 

Gabi caught on and sent a powerful pout your way. "Already?" 

"Yeah, sorry, chica. Gotta get back to work." You stood up and offered your hand to Miguel. "Didn't introduce myself. I'm (Name)." 

Hm. Miguel liked how that sounded. 

"Miguel. Miguel O'hara." But you probably already knew that, though you had the decency not to point it out. 

"Nice to meetcha, Doc." 

You shook his hand and ruffled up Gabi's hair before seeing yourself out, a sudden haste in your scrambling steps as you checked the time again. Hah. You must've been late for something. 

"He's nice," Gabi said. Miguel's eyes fell back to her. 

"You think so?" He's not bad-looking, either. "You're okay with him? You feel safe?" 

"Ah-huh, ah-huh. He's not mean." Her big brown eyes sparkled up at Miguel, then. "I like 'im! Are you gonna be friends with him?" 

Miguel glanced back your way, surprised to see you standing by the elevators and glancing back at him. You looked away when you got caught, but turned back again with a little wave, like you’d realized turning away looked awkward and suspicious and had to rectify it. 

A light smirk tugged at Miguel’s lips. “Yeah, maybe.”

–

It started with chatting at lunch. Then, it turned into light touches on the shoulder and your thieving hands plucking whatever sort of drink or snack Miguel held in tired hands. And then, well, it just got worse. 

Miguel growled into your ear as he held you pinned against the wall, his hips slamming up against yours, driving himself deep into your core. To your credit, you held your voice well, only letting the slightest peeps and squeaks out when the older man happened to hit your soft spot in his wild momentum. It’s not that it would’ve mattered, though; the Halloween party’s music blared too loudly in the cafeteria for anyone to hear you getting fucked braindead in Miguel’s office. 

“Mmmmnnn–Doc, wait, wait, ow, ow, ow–” Your thighs constricted around his waist in a panic as you hissed and dug your blunt nails into his massive shoulders. 

Miguel paused his cruel tempo and finally took a second to breathe. “I–what? You okay?” He asked, brushing some of your messy hair from your face. The corner of his mouth quirked with amusement as he was reminded of the dried fake blood trailing down your mouth, and the glue-on fangs you had set to your canines. You looked quite cute as a fucked-out vampire intern, he had to admit. 

You nodded weakly as you panted. “Y-Yeah, ‘m good, you’re good.” You tilted your head back and bonked it on the wall behind you, no doubt influenced by the alcohol in your veins. “This wall sucks. Hurts my back.” 

Ah. Miguel probably shouldn’t care. This was just a fling, some stress-relief from his frustrating marriage.

But he was too weak, apparently. “Tch. Picky,” Miguel scolded into your ear before pulling you off the wall. 

“Picky?” You repeated, clinging to him desperately. 

“Incredibly picky.” He walked a few steps, carrying you with his cock still buried deep inside of you, and rested you on his pristine desk instead. “Better?” 

You sighed and pulled your shirt down more while you both got situated. “Yuh-huh.” You looked at him with that infuriating, lazy smile and wriggled your hips against him. “Continue.” 

Miguel’s eye twitched. He couldn’t help but feel like he was accidentally subservient to you for that split second. He was supposed to be in control, not you. 

“Smug brat,” Miguel scoffed before hoisting your legs over his shoulders and pistoning into you cruelly. 

His core ached with want as you arched beautifully off his desk, and through the buzz of booze, he admired you; your own heavy cock wept against your stomach as your diaphragm stuttered with each needy dive into your messy heat. Your face flushed a captivating crimson while your eyes fluttered and shone with unspent tears clinging to your lash line. Then, your stupid costume teeth bit into your lower lip as your voice started to break free from its restraints and pushed by your bobbing Adam’s apple, letting new whimpers and clipped moans fill his office. 

“Doc,” you whined, screwing your eyes closed and fisting your hand around your length. “Doc–” 

Oh. Oh no. You were cute. Really cute in the way you started letting out bubbling praise and babbled wants, in the way your free hand clawed at his arm to just touch him and hold him while your high threatened to push you off the edge and into that endless spiral. Miguel hadn’t felt this wanted in a long, long time. He hadn’t been showered in praise, told how good he was, given someone’s full attention for even longer. 

He couldn’t remember the first time he came first, either. 

Because he did, with his teeth clenching, his thrusts breaking down into something erratic and out of tempo, he spilled inside of you. Electricity pulsed through every synapse of his nerves, bringing a wash of cool, prickling energy to his palms and curling fingers as he gripped on you harder, tighter, jamming himself inside of you with a reckless abandon. 

“D-Did you–?” You asked. Miguel caught your gaze, and another gush emptied out of him–your eyes, wide and doe-like in surprised amazement, were too captivating, too endearing. And when you realized that, yes, you’d made him cum first, you were quick to reach the same peak. 

Miguel was the one to moan this time. Your body clenched down around him in desperation to hold him still while your own white-hot bliss ripped through you. Pearly strands of white roped across your trembling hand and your stomach, one after the other, until there was nothing left to give. But with a sharp slap to your ass, Miguel found there was just a little more you could both give. 

“Good boy,” Miguel mumbled, voice thick and full where it trilled. He gave you another good spank. “Good boy.” 

Miguel slowed his hips gradually, slowly catching his breath in tandem with your wild panting as the afterglow stayed where the too-hot sear faded. His nerves relaxed with his body. His mind soon followed suit, too, which was a problem and a relief; a problem because he didn’t feel a shred of guilt, but relief in the realization of how simple this exchange was. Just sex. With someone he could tolerate.

“Shit,” you breathed. You glanced down at the mess you’d become, and grimaced. “C-Can a good boy get a, uh, a tissue or, like, five?” 

Miguel rolled his eyes. He popped open one of the drawers to his desk and pulled out a tissue box and set it beside you before, like the bastard he was, he pulled out of you without warning and watched your hole clench around nothing before glossy whiteness oozed out of you. He ignored your sharp complaints in favour of enjoying the show and meanly stuffing his cum back into you before, for a third time, giving you a slap on the rear like you were a good ol’ used truck. 

Miguel snatched the first tissue to clean himself up and tossed it away, tucking himself back into his pants and straightening his clothes out like nothing happened, before turning and walking away. 

“Hey, wh–seriously?!” You cried (or whined, or complained) at his back. 

Miguel smirked to himself before calling over his shoulder, “Make sure you clean my desk up, too. I’ll get you kicked out of the program if it’s not in perfect condition tomorrow morning.” 

But he almost crumbled under your sweet, cooing pleas for him to come back, to stay a little longer, but thankfully, a whirlwind of petty insults were thrown at his back when he reached the door. And he found the strength to keep going, to subject you to his little game. 

A cruel game of torturing his favourite intern.

[agoodroughandtumble]

Roronoa Zoro x Reader - I Didn't Need Saving Part 2

Status: Incomplete Summary: Reader is hurt after battling with the marines Warnings: 18+. Language, injury, implied violence (in keeping with the show)

It wasn’t Zoro’s proudest moment, walking away from you. Not when you were injured, not when you were looking at him so desperately. Not when the entire situation was a direct consequence of his actions. You had saved his life, thrown him away from a danger his arrogance hadn’t even registered. And now you were beaten and broken all because of the misguided assumption that somehow his life was more precious than your own.

Fuck he hated you. Hated that you could so casually throw away everything, hated that you were so stupid enough to think that it would be possible for him to carry on without you.

He didn’t know what love was but if it was self-loathing and guilt at your expense he had that in abundance. If it was the way your smile made his heart leap, the overwhelming urge to be close to you, to be good enough for you, to rip open his chest and let you make yourself a home there, well, then he was fucked beyond all reprieve.

Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it was the worst thing. Either way, he wasn’t going to risk being alone with you again. At least he could be certain of that.

Two days later he was stood outside your door. Pacing. Nami had said you had been asking for him. That meant one of two things: Nami was tired of covering his shifts so was passing on the buck, or you actually wanted to see him. Which, after how he left you, was not something he was particularly looking forward to. Unfortunately, you were a request he was fundamentally unable to refuse – even if he had actually wanted to.

Hence his pacing.

The irony was not lost on Zoro. The Demon Pirate Hunter was scared of a girl with a hole in her side. But scared of what he wasn’t quite sure. Scared you would yell at him, or be disappointed, angry, spit venom at him again. But what if you didn’t. What if he allowed himself to consider the possibility that you felt a fraction of what he felt? What if you had saved his life because it was him and not because he was a crew member and you were clearly an idiot with a death wish.

Guilt prickled its way up his spine. He was, at least, going to have to acknowledge you at some point. He knocked on the door frame – the door being open in case of an emergency, but he had deliberately been pacing out of sight.

No answer.

Fine. Good. He could leave now – tell Nami he tried but you weren’t up for seeing anyone.

He made it two steps.

Fuck.

Zoro turned around and walked into the room with the determination that only someone who nearly lost it all could have. He’d come this far.

“Come to kill me then?” There was humour in your voice, albeit laced with sarcasm.

He let out a relieved sigh. Maybe you weren’t that pissed off with him. “Only if you pull a stunt like that again.”

You shuffled under the covers and he couldn’t help but be grateful at the ease with which you seemed to move. “I’m promising nothing.”

“Yes you are.”

His sudden serious tone caught you off guard and you hoisted yourself onto your elbows, and although Zoro would rather you didn’t exert yourself he was glad to see you moving without wincing.

You looked at him expectantly, “What am I promising?”

He slumped onto the chair Nami had placed at your bedside and rested his swords against the wall by the headboard next to you. “You’re promising not to leave me.”

You rolled your eyes. The nonchalance with which he spoke failing to convey his meaning until it was too late. “I didn’t leave y- … oh.”

Once again, Zoro felt the familiar rising of guilt starting at the base of his spine, slowly traversing upwards as he watched a thousand expressions cross your face, felt the weight of a thousand unspoken promises embedded in his shoulders. When he looked down at you it was nigh on impossible to say anything that wasn’t his hopeful heart trying to meet yours. He cast his gaze very firmly on anything, everything that was decidedly not you. Anything but you. “A swordsman is no swordsman if he can’t protect his friends.”

Your face dropped only a fraction of a second sooner than his heart. “Well I’m glad we’re friends.”

Zoro searched for some sarcasm only to be met with something else. It was a rare shade on you – embarrassment - and one he didn’t much care for. He sighed. Somehow he had already managed to make things worse. Not for the first time, he wished he could be someone else for you. Someone better. Someone like Luffy with his endless optimism to put a smile on your face, someone like Usopp to take you on an adventure with his fantastical tales. Hell, even someone like that shitty cook who never had any inhibitions when professing his undying love to whichever woman was the latest to catch his eye. But he was Zoro. And apparently that meant all he was good for was failing you.

Failure was not something he was accustomed to. His whole life was built around striving for perfection – whether that was through swordsmanship or being first mate. Failure seeped into his bones, became an obsession, clawing at him. And here you were, unbeknownst and unapologetic. Seeped into his bones. Carving your way into his soul as if it was the easiest thing in the world, as if you had belonged there all along. But you were friends. Because Zoro had failed. Again.

He really should have brought some sake with him. The look of uncertainty, the way you pulled the covers to try to hide as much as yourself as possible, make yourself smaller would be much easier to swallow washed down with alcohol.

He wanted to reach a hand out, rub a reassuring thumb across your cheek. To tell you he was being an arsehole – to somehow articulate that the feeling of hope of reciprocation your actions had arisen in him could in no way compare to the fear of losing you. He wanted to tell you he wasn’t worthy of such an act – and he was so, so angry that you would rather he lost his soul, his heart, his only chance at true happiness over his life. He could happily, willingly, die a thousand deaths if you lived. But if you died. If you left him devoid of all hope and salvation, he could certainly learn how to hate you then.

“I should go.” It was almost a question but one he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Zoro watched as you shuffled further into the covers – protecting yourself. He should be protecting you. He should be holding you in his arms. He should be doing everything and more. But he wasn’t. He was walking out of the door before you could respond. He was failing.

[mixelation]

oh here's some toxicity (reborn au au). it's torito u_u

In another world, the assurance that Itachi would never leave her behind would be enough for Tori. She would find it comforting. She would move on. 

In this world, she really didn’t see why violent revenge couldn’t be her solution. 

“If you’re so mad about it,” Obito drawled at her, “just kill him yourself.”

Obito had thrown himself lazily over the armchair in the corner of her room, right on top of a pair of pants and a sweater she’d worn once and wanted to wear again before she washed them. The chair didn’t match anything else in the room, but it was comfortable. Obito had put it there himself, rescued from an Uchiha elder’s house after they’d died. 

(Of natural causes, he’d assured her.)

He was the primary person who ever sat in it, besides Tori’s laundry. He did it with the lazy decadence of a king in his throne. 

Tori, cross-legged on her bed, pouted back at him. The point wasn’t really that someone killed that guy. It was the intense loyalty the act would mean for her. Had Obito and Minato not both slaughtered absurd numbers of people in an act of love? She wanted that. She wanted someone who liked her like that. 

Would it be bad to break up with her fake-boyfriend if he wouldn’t real-murder for her…?

She had no idea how to explain all this to Obito without sounding completely unhinged. Instead she said, “I’d kill someone for Itachi.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Obito countered immediately. 

“I killed Danzo for him,” Tori said. 

“No,” Obito said, rolling his ankle in the air. He twirled a finger at her. “You convinced Danzo to do something stupid that got him killed because you get off on leading people to their doom.”

Tori pouted some more. 

“I’m glad sensei backed you up,” Obito said eventually, carefully not looking directly at her. His legs were over one arm of the chair, and he rolled an ankle in a loose circle. “You’re okay, right? Besides your unquenchable thirst for vengeance?” 

A sly smile cracked over Tori’s lips. He had shown up the second she was finally in her own home. 

“Aaaw,” she cooed. “Were you worried about me?”

Obito rolled his eyes and finally looked at her. “I just think if you get any more traumatized, you might actually figure out how to destroy the world. It’s the natural escalation of things.”

“You would know,” Tori replied. She unfolded her legs and scooted forward to sit on the edge of the bed closest to him. “Hey, Itachi spent the night the first night.”

Obito frowned at her. “What, you need a babysitter?”

“You could sit outside on the balcony like a gargoyle,” Tori replied. “Bark at passers by. You know.”

“Oooh,” Obito replied, dipping his head back as he leaned into the joke. “Oh, yeah, I could guard the whole apartment. My poor partner was traumatized, after all. I’ll keep anyone from coming in and bothering you. I’ll set up traps and chase your neighbors off. Maybe put up a blockade in the road.”

“Deidara will love this,” Tori said. 

“Deidara is one of the people I’m chasing away,” Obito replied smartly. 

They joked. They talked about silly, unimportant things. Tori watched Obito intently as they chatted. She liked seeing him like this, she thought. Obito was fun when he was relaxed and just fucking around. 

He looked good too, she decided. She missed the mask, but Obito definitely had a nice face. He had the pretty Uchiha cheekbones and a strong jaw, and the messy dark hair worked on him. Plus, he was tall and broad-shouldered and well-muscled and… hmm. 

Hmm. 

Obito started absentmindedly doing little kicks with his feet like a school girl while he groused about how much of the block he could get Deidara to blow up, just by being annoying. 

Tori decided to change her strategy. 

xXx

“I decided I want to break up,” Tori told Itachi. 

“Oh,” Itachi said, frowning down at her. “Why? I’m amenable to making changes.”

Tori shook her head. 

“I don’t mind helping you, or hanging out with you on dates,” she said. “But I realized this arrangement means I can’t pursue my own romantic interests.”

“Ah,” Itachi said. “I didn’t realize you had those.”

Neither did I, Tori thought. 

She nodded and waited to see if Itachi would say more. Maybe he would offer to murder or beat up the person she was interested in. That might make her stay. 

“I suppose that’s reasonable,” Itachi said after a beat. “Thank you for helping me. Would you mind if I said I was too heartbroken to date for a while?”

“Um,” Tori replied. “Maybe we should say we decided we’d be better as friends so we don’t mess that up, and you can say you want time to think about what you want out of a dating partner.” 

Itachi nodded thoughtfully and continued to not offer to kill for her. 

Oh well. She tried. 

xXx

When Obito jimmied open her window, Tori looked up from her desk like she’d been expecting him. Which, she probably was. Obito loved gossip. 

He flopped directly from the window sill into his chair and steepled his fingers. 

“So,” he said. He leered at her, lips pulling back from his teeth. “Did you break Itachi’s heart? Did he break yours? Tell me everything.”

Tori rolled her eyes and pushed her chair back from her desk. Instead of the usual sweatpants she preferred when just sitting around her room, she was wearing one of her little sundresses. She brushed her hair over her shoulder as she eyed him. 

“I decided I might want to pursue my own interests,” she said bluntly. 

Obito raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” he said. “Found some other sucker to sic on your enemies? Teenaged romances are so dramatic nowadays.”

Tori stood.

“I think that’s part of the problem,” she said. “I’m not really a teenager, am I?”

She ran her hands through the signs for a henge, and then a twenty year old Tori was standing in front of him. It was a better aging up than most teens could manage– Tori, after all, had once been physically an adult. She knew the subtleties of her own face and how her body would change with age. 

“Interesting strategy,” Obito said, unsure where this was going. Was she planning to use a henge to seduce someone older? Was Itachi about to lose to some two-bit chump who liked women in short skirts just because they’d agree to murder some other two-bit chump for Tori? That would be hilarious. 

Tori took a step towards him, and then another. She got close enough that the hem of her skirt brushed against his knee, and Obito suddenly realized that Tori’s skirt was quite short, wasn’t it?

“I decided I wanted to pursue more… adult interests,” Tori said, and then suddenly she was in his lap. 

“Wait,” Obito said, voice cracking. “Tori, what are you doing?”

Her hand went over his chin, her thumb and fingers squeezing his cheeks. Obito found this did alarming things to his insides. 

“Have I told you how much prettier your face is than it should be?” Tori said. Her thumb moved up and down his right cheek. “How about you let me mess it up again, and I’ll help you put your eye in Kakashi’s head?”

“What?” Obito full-on squeaked. 

He could overpower her and push her off. He didn’t. He felt frozen, transfixed by her eyes, dark and heavy as she looked at him. 

His heart pounded away in his chest. This was ridiculous, though. This was just Tori. She was probably angling to trick him into letting her store lab supplies in kamui or something. 

Then why the henge? He thought. Tori wasn’t above flirting to get what she wanted, but it was rarely her first choice strategy. He had no idea why it would be her strategy with him. 

The henge is the problem, he decided, hands sweaty. Sixteen year old Tori wasn’t hot. She just wasn’t; she was a teenager. He didn’t… he didn’t remember ever thinking adult Tori was all that hot either, but she’d never crawled into his lap. Maybe it was just the nostalgia this was calling up for him. Or maybe any pretty woman could get this reaction out of him. 

Pretty? No, fuck– well. Either way. He could just get rid of the henge. 

“No, stop that,” Tori said when he activated his sharingan. Her hand immediately went over his eyes. This did even more alarming things to his insides. 

“Oh, because the sharingan is so easily stopped,” Obito heard himself drawl back at her. 

His hands were gripping the arms of his chair instead of stopping her. This was bad. Many abilities of the sharingan could not be stopped simply by covering it, but covering it sure did stop him from seeing unsexy, henge-free Tori. 

He felt her shift, leaning forward. Her hair tickled his cheek and he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. When she spoke, he felt her breath on his lips. 

“Then stop me, if you want to,” she said. 

Obito gripped the chair harder. Tori shifted again, her hand staying over his eyes. She pressed her lips against his. 

I am going to stop this, Obito thought, and then instead kissed her back. 

Obito had only ever kissed Rin before, which had been weird and also terrible. This was also weird and terrible, but in a way where he didn’t want it to stop. Tori was familiar. She knew about the absolute darkest parts of him, and he wasn’t entirely convinced she wouldn’t murder him if given the chance. But she did know him, from his favorite bad jokes to his stint as a super villain. 

She broke the kiss first. 

“Are you going to be a good boy now?” she asked. 

It was embarrassing that he found her wording hot. 

“For you? Always,” he replied. 

She removed her hand from his eyes. He deactivated the sharingan, studying her face. He set his hands and her hips and then trailed them up her waist, and he watched as she bit her bottom lip in response. He liked that. 

There was no way she was doing this if she didn’t want something. Unfortunately, her method had worked in that he did now very much want to give it to her. But what would Tori want…?

“So you want that guy killed?” Obito asked. 

Tori’s eyes lit up. It was… extremely cute. Fuck.

[aphroditesmoon]

bejeweled

jacaerys velaryon x cinderella!reader

(south asian/east asian coded reader)

a/n: reader's description is not detailed much so u can read this regardless of race, but the reader is heavily inspired by bridgerton's Edwina Sharma vibes<3

warnings: NSFW (minors dni!!), child neglect (?)

°°°°

“Familiarity breeds contempt,

don't put me in the basement

when I want the penthouse of your heart”

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Your hands were rough from washings and scrubbing, yet despite all the hardenings of your will throughout the years, your heart remains soft, an abandoned house neatly waiting for the right householder to enter and brush of it's dusts and polish you whole again.

Tonight you will attend the royal ball hosted by the Queen Rhaenyra in honor of the prince Jacaerys' 9 and 10th name day. You've brought out your prettiest dress and ironed it last night, it wasn't much but it's there.

The burden of today's chores felt lightened as you fantasize of what's to come tonight, not that you were expecting anyone to notice you there, but the idea of being in an actual palace and to blend with such crowd excited you nonetheless.

The sound of laughter and chatter of your sisters started to die down into a nervous silence, you hear Katya's footstep nearing you.

"what the fuck is this?" Her voice sharp, making you flinch. You rise up from the soapy bathroom floor to look at her, holding up your pink floral dress.

"That's my dress. For tonight." You explained with a nervous smile. this wasn't going to end well.

Her eyes widened and she scoffed loud. "Sweetheart, you're not going tonight. Who do you think will have to clean the basement and polish our shoes?" She asks with fake sympathy.

"no-I- I've already cleaned the basement this morning, and everyone's shoes is polished, you can see for yourself".

her mocking look turns angry as she lunges at you gripping your left wrist. "Listen to me you dog, you will not attend tonight's ball with your pathetic excuse of a dress and worn out boots like some farmer and embarass us." She seethed in your face.

Katya had always been the meanest of two of your stepsister's, but her aggressiveness has never not caught you off guard.

You could do nothing but nod, too stunned, trying to break free of her hold on your arm.

She releases you finally and lifts the dress up, an devious look in her eyes as she scans it.

"Safiya." she calls out to her sister who was already descending the staircase. "Gods, is that what you're wearing? Not judging, just try not to talk to me the whole night I guess?" The younger of the two teases, pushing off her auburn bangs behind.

"No you fool." Katya snapped. "It's the girl's. She thinks she has a chance to go with us tonight" She giggled out. Safiya mouth twisted into a mocking shape of trying to hold in her own laughter. She snorted out loud and snatched the dress from her sister.

"Did you make this, [name]?" You nod feeling yourself tremble as you squeeze your fingers together.

"hm"

Her hand reaches the middle of the dress and rips through the fabric.

"NO!" You bursted out, tears exploding as you try to grasp through your dress, being held back by Katya.

"Why not? it's not like you'll need it anyways, you're not leaving this house" She laughed out continuing to pull out the golden beads woven into the dress.

Katya pushed you off and you fell alongside the ruined dress that was later thrown on you.

They side eyed you and slammed the door as they left and all hope died that moment.

The house of your heart feels like it's lost it's key and you're banging on the door for someone to break through to help you break free. Nothing's ever worked in your favor, as if the gods had simply forgotten you were there and now you're lost to navigate a fate-less life.

°°°°

When your father died, you had promised him to protect your little sister Sanjhanaa at all cost. That oath was forced to be broken when she has contracted the fast spreading fever.

You weren't just truly alone to the mercy of the wolves, but even the memories of her and your mother was ripped from you. Your stepmother and sisters had repainted and redid everything in your house, throwing out every remainding object that had belonged to your family. You weren't even allowed to sleep in your own room or your sister's.

No, they had made you sleep in the kitchen by the cinder. A cruel joke.

You were tired of their jokes. You'll show them you know how to have a good time to, They aren't the only ones with such wicked humour.

It's been 20 minutes since they've left the house, the sky already dark, you were sure now you're alone as you push out a small box under broken staircases in the basement.

Your mother's wedding dress was still in tact. A vibrant rose gold colour with embroided roses and wovened diamonds on the stunning lehenga dress.

Mother has always been such a tall woman, I wonder if it'd be too big for me.

The lehenga fit you as if you were born to wear it. Your feet was covered by the fabric as you're still much shorter than your mother but the build of it had complimented your shape and the colours, your skin.

You feel the urge to cry then, to sob your lungs out. Do I deserve this? such memorable piece of garment for a night out in 17 years I've been alive? Does this pleasure and thrill I feel in this dress something I deserve?,

You brushed off your anxiety and tears then.

Enough is enough, you had let them take everything from you. This is the one thing they can only have over your dead body. The hope that still burns in you.

You smash through the locks of the door with a hammer and push the door open.

The moon was bright tonight, as if accompanying you for your little journey. You hold your dress up and you walk as fast as you can with you toe opened slippers towards the palace of your dreams.

°°°°

As much as this celebration was meant got his birthday, he also knew it's just a farce. This whole thing was set up for him to find a w future wife. The Ballroom was filled with lords and ladies from various honorable houses, ready to present themselves at his mother's feet. Jacaerys would do his best to find a match worthy of his family, but so far they've all been ass kissing cunning self benefitter presenting themselves to him.

He wants an alliance that would care for the name of his house as much as their own. After all, his future wife would be his future queen, he would not repeat his grandsire's mistake.

He excuses himself from the current lord trying to persuade him to get to know his daughters, claiming to feel a bit sick, he rushes out the garden to get some air.

He loses the buttons on his coat with red and blue colours, golden embroidery of dragons woven in, the colours of house Targaryen and Velaryon as one.

As he's about to walk in he stops at a halt, noticing a person by the side of the entrance, peeking inside.

She was dressed in such bright colours of pink and dazzling sparkles and beads decorating it. He's never seen a dress so uniquely made, nor has he seen anyone so beautifully created.

The girl had her hair up in messy braids, neatly placed despite not so intricately put.

She seems to be waiting for someone, or something, not entering the feast inside.

He notices her shaking legs and nervous eyes and decided to give it a go.

"Waiting for someone?" His voice louder than intended and he cursed himself in his head for that as she jumps, startled.

She doesn't say anything and just shook her head at him.

"Then why aren't you inside? You must be cold in such weather, come one-" He offers her his arm and a warm smile, hoping it'd calm her down.

She looked at him like she's never see another human being before. And he couldn't tell I he was wary or curious of her, perhaps both. Either way, he intended to get to know her.

She slowly lets their arms tangle and walk inside with him.

No one noticed them at first, and no doubt it would make her uncomfortable when they did, with such awkward being she is, he thought.

"I haven't gotten your name, It would do me great pleasure to know so, if you wouldn't mind" he asks her.

°°°

You give him your name, trying with all your might to hide the nervousness in you voice. A failure it seemed when your voice squeaked and he beamed at you.

You weren't stupid, even if you haven't been out for years except for groceries, you had recognize the colours in his clothes, he was a Velaryon prince and the son of the queen Rhaenyra.

When you prayed for a handsome face for the night and a pair of nice shoes, you didn't think your wishes would be responded with the prince walking hand in hand with you in the ball while you're in your mother's wedding lehenga.

Every step you take since you've walked in the palace had been a dream, one you've never imagines yourself to be in.

The prince had been patient with your shyness, inquiring you of your house name and family. You told him nothing of lies, For you came without expectations, you didn't need to reach some sort of one for the night.

He seems confused when you told him your house name but doesn't question anything.

"I'm not a good dancer I fear" You speak out softly when he asks u for a dance. He jist shrugged grinning from ear to ear.

"me neither, guess we'll figure it out together."

You were so distracted with trying not to stomp on his feet and laughing through the dance you hadn't realized people were switching partners. He wouldn't let you dance with anyone else though.

"You're a fast learner I'd say, faster than me at least, I mean I've been doing this for 15 years and yet-"

His words was cut off as he felt a presence behind him taking him off guard.

Your smile slipped off completely, replaced by a guarded look. He notices how your fingers tighten over his.

°°°°

How in hell did you forgot your stepsisters and stepmother was here.

They masked their rage with charming smiles, introducing themselves to the prince, as your family.

The prince Jacaerys had a suspicious expression as he brush it off and politely exchange niceties with them.

"I would, like to have a word with my daughter if you will, my prince " Your stepmother requests. "Of course, I'll be here waiting " He nods for you to be excused.

So he's expecting you to come back to him then.

As your stepmother's grip on your hand bruises, your heart beats fast with fear of what she'd do to you.

"What the fuck, were you thinking?" She seethed, backing you into a wall, her eyes throwing daggers.

"I just wanted to have one night out, one ni-"

"Well you got it, That's fucking it. If you think I'll ever let you out of my sight after this than think again you brat." She snapped at you. You could feel your eyes fill again.

All the hazy fantasy of the night had broke it's magic on you, reality hits and you realize this was it.

You nod vigorously knowing better than to fight her.

As she pushes you away, telling you to enjoy the night while it lasted, you wipe your tears off with your knuckles and fix your composure to walk back towards your prince.

What a sight to be seen, His hands on Katya's, Their feet moves with the beat and how she gracefully moves them, never once stepping on his shoes.

Your breath hitched and you slowly move step by step behind before he notices you and run out to through the entrance you had entered from before.

As the moonlight lights up the garden you sit in, You let yourself drown in the sobs you've been holding in the whole night.

You reminded yourself this was what you wanted, and this is what you got. Of course they'd see you and of course he would forget you as soon as he saw your stepsisters.

You were only the sky for their stars to lay place on, the staircase they use to ascend. A background character in everyone's story, even your own.

You find yourself alert as you hear rushing footsteps towards you and immediately rush to dab the redness of your face off.

He calls out your name breathless like he's been running and sighed relieved when you look back at him acknowledging him and sits next to you at the bench.

"I thought I lost you there [name]" He says with the adorable smile of his.

His look of joy turned into worry when he notices how blue you looked. He places one arm on your shoulder and the other holding your chin to look at him. "What happened?"

You try to pull his hand off but he only brought your face closer. "Nothing-"

"No it's something, what happened, what did she say- It was her wasn't it?" His concern unwavering as he pushes you to speak.

"I- it's fine, She's just upset, I wasn't supposed to be here tonight, I disobeyed her." Your voice becomes lower and you look away from his eyes.

Understanding slowly filled him. "You're not her daughter really aren't you?"

When you nod he lets out a heavy breath. "I knew the lord had remarried but I couldn't tell if you were his from the first wife or the second- well" You didn't say anything, giving him time to let everything sink in.

"You don't have to tell me anything, but whatever she's doing to you, she shouldn't have that kind of hold over you. I'm taking you to my mother, we'll figure it out and-"

Your head snaps at his direction and your eyes widen horrified as you push him off and stood up.

"No- Wha- why would you do that?" You asked bewildered. "Why wouldn't I?"

Your confusion only increases. "This is my fate my prince, You don't have to try and save me like I'm some damsel-" getting your point, he cuts you off just as fast.

"I'm not trying to save you, I'm not doing this for you either. I'm doing this for me because as much as I see myself an honorable man, my selfishness wins this round againts my sense of duty, the whole night I'm pressured to find someone I'm willing to put through a life of loveless marriage and political schemes,

-but I want none of that. I want you. From the moment I saw you through the entrance, and I want all that comes with you, be it if the only parts of yourself you'll let me have is your stubbornness, I'll take what I can get and I'll give anything you ask of me."

His rant was so loud you weren't suprised if the whole palace had heard him, His chest was heaving from his long ramble and his hand hold yours refusing to let them go in fear you'll leave.

You couldn't if you want to, your feet was failing you as much as your words.

You could only stare at him.

And when his hand moves from your palms to your cheek, you let him pull your face to him, closing his mouth to yours.

His lips tasted like wine and grapes and you push yours deeper to taste more of him.

Your eagerness has him groaning into the kiss as his hands move to your waist and your bodies melt into eachother.

He sucks your bottom lip making you gaso and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue inside your mouth meeting yours.

You've never kissed a man, hesitantly you copy his movements, letting your tongue fight with his.

He has you backed away and pinned on a tree minutes after. His mouth continuing it's assault on your neck, one hand on your waist, and the other on your breast, squeezing it making you moan and arch your back againts the wood. Your hands in his hair pushing him deeper to your skin.

Your whines and his groans were the only thing could be heard further behind the gardens where no one thankfully entered.

You understood now why men would kill for love and women were willing to die for it. If this was only a glimpse of it, You wonder what a lifelong future looked like.

You've had your the skirt of your lehenga lifted as your legs wrap around him, feeling him grind over you, gripping your hips and pushing down your too to suck in your cleavage.

You were on cloud 9.

You couldn't help but push your hips back on his hardness as you feel your cunt clench on nothing.

You whimpered as his lips move to suck on your nipple as you pull his hair stronger.

He bites on them before lapping on it to soothe the pain and continuing to suck on it as if he couldn't get drunk enough on your skin.

You could feel the material of the tree scratching your lehenga and skin of your back but if anything, in only intensified your pleasure instead of pain.

You whined at the loss of contact as he sets you downs removing his head from your chest, though the suffering barely lasted as he kneels down in front of you and swung your left leg over his shoulder, slightly lifting your skirt and disappearing inside of them.

You didn't have anytime to ask questions as You feel his hands grip your ass an pulling your thighs apart.

Leaning your head back, trusting his hold on you You let out an erotic moan as you feel his tongue shove itself through your cunt like it did with your mouths moments before.

Your arms move to wrap behind on the tree your backed on as your eyes roll back at the feeling of him moving to kitten lick your folds.

You were grinding on his face now, one of the hands on the tree moves to hold his head through the fabric of your dress.

He switches from licking and sucking on your clit making you bite your lip hard to not scream out.

All hells broke lose when He pushes you deeper in his face with his hands still on your ass, gripping and bruising it as he pushes his nose deep in your cunt and sucked on your bundle of nerves.

Riding his nose as his tongue laps at you, You let out an unearthly scream you couldn't hold back as you clench on his face, still grinding and squeezing it with your thighs, riding him through your orgasm.

He fucks you with his mouth through your high until you calmed down.

As your hold on his head loosens, he leaves the heaven of your legs and rises up, fixing your dress as he does.

He leans his forehead on yours, giving a mischievous smile meeting your high gaze.

"Marry me" He breathes out softly.

[kiame-sama]

What does Baby Spider think of each member of the troupe, including Chrollo?

I also find it hilarious that Baby Spider has the upper hand for Little Spider's attention, compared to Chrollo.

Little Spider:

- Baby Spider adores their Mama more than any member of the troupe. They are a Mama's kid and loves how sweet their Mama is to them. If they have a choice of who they want to be with, it is their Mama. Baby Spider knows their Mama will always coo over and protect them and they adore the attention and affection their Mama gives them. Baby Spider loves their Mama more than anyone else and knows Mama loves them too.

Chrollo:

- There is something wrong with Papa and he is very strange, but not entirely sure why yet. Confused as to why Papa doesn't spend half as much time with them as he insists on spending with Mama. Starting to wonder if Papa even actually loves them based off of how he acts with mama and even gets possessive of Mama's time and attention. Baby Spider wants Papa to pay attention to them but that only happens when they are with Mama, so they intentionally monopolize Mama's time.

Pakunoda:

- Pakunoda is the favorite auntie because she has the most even temper with Baby Spider. Paku is the one who is most likely to be taking care of Baby Spider when Chrollo gets jealous and possesive. The main one who takes interest in Baby Spider's general education.

Machi:

- Nurse Auntie! If Baby Spider ever gets an owie, nurse auntie is the one to patch them up and make sure they are okay. Nurse Auntie acts like she is annoyed but the Baby Spider knows she actually cares a lot. She is actually happy to teach Baby Spider how to sew up injuries and how to treat them.

Shizuku:

- Forgetful Auntie. Baby Spider knows to stay around forgetful Auntie because she may forget Baby Spider should be with her and leave them places. She is no longer allowed to take Baby Spider to a playground or park unless one of the other spiders goes with them. She is most likely to play with Baby Spider at the playground.

Uvogin:

- Favorite Uncle. Nothing is more amusing than to ride around on Uvo's shoulders and play wrestle. Uvo is very good at tossing and catching Baby Spider even though it greatly distresses Little Spider to see the baby being thrown like a basketball. No civilian will try and mess with Uvo or the Baby Spider while they are together.

Nobunaga:

- Samurai Uncle. To Baby Spider, Nobunaga looks and acts like a samurai, so that means he must be a samurai. Baby Spider thinks he is fascinating to hang out with. Nobunaga is fond of the Baby Spider and entertains the Samurai idea.

Franklin:

- Horsie Uncle. Franklin will carry Baby Spider around in that pocket on the front of his overalls and is usually the one left to guard Baby Spider if someone ever tries to attack the troupe. Franklin is the safest one for the Baby Spider to be with whenever danger is near and can't be with Little Spider.

Kortopi:

- Uncle It. Baby Spider watched a lot of Adam's Family when Shalnark had to babysit. Baby Spider used to be afraid of Kortopi until seeing Cousin It and immediately made the connection of Kortopi being Uncle It. Kortopi is thrilled the Baby Spider is no longer frightened of him.

Bonolenov:

- Baby Spider actually likes playing pretend with Bonolenov and is more comfortable with him when his bandages are off. At first Bonolenov scared Baby Spider until the first time they saw him without the bandages as a newborn infant and showed no fear.

Feitan:

- Angry Uncle. The Baby Spider is intimidated by Feitan but knows that if they need anything he is the one to ask. Feitan isn't usually the one to watch Baby Spider because Feitan has a habit of being gruff and short tempered. He will watch Baby Spider if he needs to, but he will not be playing games with the Baby Spider.

Phinks:

- Nice Uncle. Phinks tries and somewhat succeeds at buying Baby Spider's love. Baby Spider is as emotionally manipulative as their Papa and understands Phinks is the one the buys what they want. The apple doesn't rot far from the tree and even as a toddler, Baby Spider knows how to get what they want and manipulate others to get it.

Shalnark:

- Techie Uncle. Shal will be the one who entertains Baby Spider most of the time. Any little gadget Shal gets his hands on will also be played with by Baby Spider. Shal also lets Baby Spider control the human puppets and thinks it is hillarious.

[ohbo-ohno]

I have been thinking about the image of Knight Johnny getting a ceremonial collar instead of a medal for like 24 hours I am so unwell about it omg, like reader being forced to go through this big opulent ceremony and her (used to be hers, Ghost's now) knight on one knee genuinely viewing this as legit and an honour?

Ghost being a right bellend about it as well, commenting on how much she suits his colours with all the finery and jewels of his house. Might have to give her extra peircings so she can wear more, only right now that she's his. Wouldn't it be nice to dangle a jewel off of her that matches the one in Johnny's collar?

You and Ceil are going to murder me I want to put you in a jar and shake you how have I turned into someone who keeps turning everything into petplayyyyyy 😫

For reaslies thanks so much for sharing all your creativity with us, love to read it ❤️

i am 100% serious when i say it takes me actual effort to not turn everything into petplay. especially with JOHNNY?????? he wears a COLLAR in the GAME like i am only a human i can only resist so much

also you're so sweet tysm!!!! thank you for reading the stuff i post haha

ceremonial collar has me 👁️👁️ he's soooo proud of it :( signifies that he's like The Guard or smth like that and he's worked sososo hard to earn it, he's always got his head held real high so everyone can see it proudly displayed on his throat, right in ghost's colors hnggg

also a massive party thrown in her parents throne room, decorated in the colors of his house, and johnny receiving a medal with his colors and his symbol (there's a word for this and i can't think of it leave me alone)

also. ghost putting something on the collar with his name and adding the princess (not quite queen yet) name under his :( points it out to her when she's straddling johnny, says "look at our pretty little pet, doesn't he look so good with our names?" cause johnny's still her pup too :( he still loves her and wants to take care of her :(

also. oh my FUCKING god. ghost doesn't collar her because she's queen but watchful eyes will note that she wears a charm matching johnny's from one of her ears. im so obsessed with that idea. he pierces her himself, tells her to hold so still and kisses her tears away if she cries :(((

[tragedy-for-sale]

Bedrock Headcannons: Commander Wolffe

Bedrock headcannons are headcannons that I regard as a fact in the personality of a character I write about. They range from small details to a huge part of a character's backstory. These headcannons are a constant underlayer in all of my fics that involve these characters.

﹄『❝ Wolffe ❞』﹃

Wolffe knew after all his men died something had to be done but he didn't know what. So, he didn't sleep much during the weeks following the events of the Maleovance because everytime he closed his eyes he saw their faces, his face, dead in space. When he started being able to sleep through the night, he found it plagued with nightmares.

When Wolffe lost his eye, Plo Koon and the three of them were on leave on Coruscant. He knew Wolffe wasn't healing as fast as he should be, so Plo actually had Wolffe moved to the temple and that is where he did most of his recovery.

Plo would take Wolffe to go walk around the temple with him and it was during those weeks that Wolffe accidentally referred to Plo as his father.

If you bring that up he'll start getting all embarrassed and ramble on about how he was on pain meds all the time and his brain was still foggy.

Wolffe was a very shy cadet and even now, he doesn't know how he ended up as a commander. When he's by himself, when he's vulnerable, it's only then he'll admit that he's far too soft for any of this. He was created for war but he isn't made for war.

Fox and Wolffe were batch mates and whenever Wolffe is on Coruscant he'll spend time helping the guard. When Wolffe was at the temple healing, Fox undertook every assignment posted there (he hated it) but his brother needed him so there he was. If this had happened later in the war, Fox wouldn't have even stopped by once.

Wolffe does refer to bacta tanks as the aquarium of death and Plo is greatly concerned.

If you ask Wolffe why he chose the BARC helmet, he'll say it's because it looks cool. But he choose it because they limit visibility and only focus on what's in front; Wolffe, after he got his cybernetic eye, found himself getting sensory overloaded from all his eye could see and register, the BARC helmet reduces that.

Ahsoka and Wolffe have been thrown together a couple times by will of Plo Koon. Ahsoka is used to Rex and Cody, who are a hundred more times sure of themselves than Wolffe. She wants to go sneak out and cause trouble, things Cody and Rex jump at the chance to do with her, but Wolffe just doesn't want to. And Ahsoka doesn't understand why not. She understsnds the pain of Cody and Rex, but not Wolffe's.

He's scared all the time. Walking to the refresher, getting food at the mess, with every breath, he shakes from how scared he is. He's anticipating something to happen, for the loud boom of their ship exploding. When he's on the bridge, he doesn't breath. The trauma he faced after the Maleovance stunned him, it took months and him attacking Sinker for them to realize just how deeply he still lived in that day. Plo blames himself for not noticing sooner. Wolffe was his child and he didn't see it, Plo never forgave himself for missing all of Wolffe's pain.

He started to become cold and off putting really after he lost his eye, he'd never felt worse. Plo did everything he could to help Wolffe, but the only way for Wolffe to move on from all the horrors he'd faced recently, was to bury his old self. He might've been the type to joke, but now he's too scared to laugh because all that pain would come running back.

Wolffe is mortified of hugs because the last time he hugged someone, Plo Koon, he started crying; Plo brought him hot chocolate. (He was on a lot of pain killers and sleep deprived)

﹄『❝ Wolffe ❞』﹃

[drama--universe]

Attack (Pt. 2)

Requested by anonymous: Greetings miss, I was the one who had requested for the story "Attack" and, it seriously was a nice one and I really am thankful for that tough, it had a cliffhanger so I wanted to ask that can you please make a part 2. Ignore it if it's not possible. Thank You.

Requested by anonymous: Hello, I actually read your recent work of Joon Woo Jang named Attack and, it really had a suspense kind of cliffhanger so, can you please do a part 2 of it??? I f no then it's completely fine.

Pairing: Jang Han-Seok/Jun-Woo x reader Word Count: 1.2k words Warnings: torture, description of mutilation, kidnapping, cursing, violence, none canon

Part 1

You couldn't believe what was happening at this point. One attack was enough, but another one only a week at the first was just annoying. You could only groan as you felt the rope digging into your skin as you tried to pull your hands out. The man around you didn't even pay attention to you or anything around them, something you could only roll your eyes at. If you kidnap someone, you could at least pay attention... Nonetheless, you were glad because it was the reason for you to be able to escape.

At least if you got the restraints off, that is...

"Those won't come off, I made sure." A voice pulled you from thoughts, looking up to see Myung-Hee before you with a smug look. She sat down opposite of you, leaning closer to you and never losing the smug look on her face. You glared at her before spitting at her, not caring how disgusting it was. You could only smirk when you saw it land on her face. She just wiped it off before raising her hand, letting it hit your face harshly and you almost fell down due to the force.

"Why are you doing this? Don't you work for Han-Seok?" You asked, spitting out the blood that formed in your mouth after that slap. The woman before you scoffed, getting up from her chair and moving closer to you. Then your hair was grabbed, your head pulled back harshly and making you gasp in pain. A sharp pain shot through your body, stemming from the new cut that formed on you neck and all too close to your main artery for your liking. Your hair was released, but you didn't get a chance to relax when a punch was thrown your way again. It hit you right in the face once more, you could practically feel the bruises forming on your face. Once again, you spat out the blood from your mouth and then you let out a groan. The pain wasn't that bad, you've had worse and the adrenaline in your veins kept the pain at bay.

"You shouldn't exist, you're just a bother to me and the chairman." She spoke and you laughed, not being able to hold in the chuckles as you realized what she said. Now, you knew well enough what Han-Seok did as a job as well as his plans for Babel and although you didn't agree with everything, you never stopped him. So why on earth would you be any bother to his plan?

"You're stupid to actually believe that. You just don't like me near him. Let me guess, you think he's too soft around me?" You asked, surprised at how hoarse your voice sounded, and Myung-Hee chuckled herself before motioning to one of the guards. She whispered something to him before giving you a smile, one that send shivers up your spine.

"Have fun." And with that she sauntered off and out of the warehouse, leaving you alone with the man that you believed to be your new torturer.

"Where is she?!" Han-Seok screamed at no one in particular, but still everyone tried to avoid being hit by the flying objects. The man had been yelling, cursing and throwing things for at least half an hour now and there was no one that could stop him from doing so. The only one who could, was kidnapped and thus not here.

"Maybe she left." Myung-Hee spoke and she visibly flinched when her eyes connected to his, the glare was obvious to say that she should shut up. She continued to hold her head up high, pretending like she wasn't almost shaking in her boots. The room became quiet as Han-Seok stepped closer to Myung-Hee, he didn't say a word until he stood right in front of her.

"Where is she?" He asked, trying to not stab the woman before him as he waited for an answer. Myung-Hee wanted to lie, but didn't and instead chose to answer him with the truth.

"I suppose she's in the sea already. At least a part of her should be." She answered and it then that Han-Seok sees red, grabbing the woman by her collar and lifting her up from the ground. He was red off rage, but decided to drop Myung-Hee for now. First he needed to know if you lived, then he'd decide her fate.

Right now, he had to find you.

"Don't you fu-" You stopped yourself with a loud scream as a knife was dug into your skin, both muscle and skin were torn as the torturer got ready to cut your arm off. At least that's what you believed what he was trying to do. Nonetheless, your screams didn't subside even when he pulled out the dagger. You hope, no wished, that someone would hear you.

"Shut up, you wench!" Another guard yelled out, making you only scream louder as a response. The guard beside you pulled back on your hair and held up a knife to your face.

"Maybe we should take her tongue." He spoke and you glared at him intensely before spitting again, a bit disappointed when it didn't reach him. Just when he was about to strike you again, the doors slamming open and a figure stood there.

"Get your hands off of my wife." Han-Seok's voice felt like music to your ears. The man besides you scoffed, thinking that it was not a serious treath. He'd soon find out that it wasn't a threat and rather a warning.

"Now!" He yelled again and two guards walked out to fight him, but they were dead only seconds later. If Han-Seok wasn't your husband, you would be terrified to see him getting closer. Luckily, you knew he wouldn't touch you right now. Not with the man besides you, who was still holding the dagger against your cheek.

"You might want to listen to him." You spoke, only to have the dagger being pushed into your skin and creating a soft blood flow. And that was the final straw for Han-Seok to remain civil, or at least what he believed to be civil. He lunged forward, stabbing the guard before beating his head down in the cement. You didn't watch to see what was happening, you already knew enough.

It was only when the sounds stopped that you dared to open your eyes, quickly being greeted by Han-Seok's eyes. Some concern and worry were visible in his eyes as was anger. Maybe at you for being captured or maybe still at the people that had kidnapped you. You didn't know, but you were just glad that your arms were finally out of the ropes. It was only when you hugged him that he relaxed, once again melting in your arms with a content sigh.

"Let's get you home." He picked you up and walked out, his gaze lingering on the river beside him. Most importantly, the spot where Myung-Hee's body sunk down into the river. No one was allowed to touch what was his.

No one.

[gothicwidowsworld]

Mayfair M.A

Y/N L/N’s loved when she got to sit in on and be a part of Screaming Meals, whilst having cameras in her face had become a necessary evil in her career Screaming Meals was less media duties and more fucking about and having a lark with her boyfriend and their tightknit group of friends without having to worry about a show, a race, an interview or anything else her career and Marcus’ threw at them. Yeah Nah G’day was the jewel in the Screaming Meals channel at least in Y/N’s eyes watching Marcus & James slip back into simple Kiwi boy’s sharing stories & laughs, the occasional sly dig thrown in. 

“I was just hanging around Mayfair the other day… I’m not flexing I’m just I was in Mayfair at a cafe with my girlfriend…” Marcus began already rolling his eyes at the face James was pulling at the mention of the infamous London location. “Was I there?” James asked quickly, the tall Kiwi forgetting to let the Driver finish his sentence. “Are you my girlfriend? Marcus asked sarcastically, raising a quizzical eyebrow in response. Resting back, relaxing more into the firm sofa Marcus continued his story “The cafe was reasonably empty, and I’ve sort of looked over to my left and uh… and I’ve seen someone. And I’m like she looks familiar. At this point Y/N’s given me a weird look, I’m like she looks really like Rihanna. Obviously, I didn’t say that to Y/N/N because you know I wasn’t looking at another girl but I’m also not stupid.” Snorting at his mates replay of his inner monologue James interrupted again “Debatable.” It was obviously in jest, but Marcus couldn’t help the offended look that filled his pale features. James and Marcus even Clém often poked fun at each other but they never meant any harm by it, it was just playground high jinks despite leaving school years ago. “So I’m like I’ll just get my phone, I check online um oh shit Rhianna is actually in London right now. And She’s realised that I’ve noticed it's her and there’s only like my table and her table” The Kiwi Driver explained moving his hands around to try to visually explain the distance between him and who he’d now confirmed as the famous Barbadian singer. “And she’s like basically from me to y/n away, she’s so close and I’m like oh my god.”

“Mate she’s gonna freak out when she sees this” James explained teasing the clearly excited Marcus, if there was one thing Marcus Armstrong was bad at other than singing it was hiding his emotions. It didn’t take a genius to work out when he was excited. From the way his soft golden hazel eyes would sparkle to the small twitches of his upper lip as he tried to bite back a growing grin. “I know” Marcus replied somewhat bashfully, an awkward laugh of disbelief tumbling from his pink lips. “When she watches this she’s gonna absolutely lose it. So I’ve realised it’s her and She can see in my eyes that I’ve just realised it’s Rhianna right. And she’s obviously said something to her mate who’s like right next to her and I believe that mate was A$AP Rocky. Quite a table next to us and uh so she’s mentioned something, and I’ve turned to my girlfriend and I’ve said, “Whatever you do don’t turn around.” Marcus trailed off mentally reliving the moment, his heart starting to race. 

“Obviously the first thing Y/N’s gonna do” James stated with a shrug of his shoulders, it was a known fact the y/h/c girl couldn’t be trusted in situations like this. It wasn’t her fault; it was just a reflex she struggled to control no matter how hard she tried. “No I’ve said “don’t turn around Babe do NOT turn around, but Rhianna is on the table behind us”. And of course, my sweet sweet girlfriend has turned around. Um and then suddenly it just struck me I was like actually now that I realise it this room is full of security guards… And they’re all looking at me because I’ve just said that WAY too loud, and Y/N/N’s turned around.” Marcus recounted, a small smile breaking onto his face as he locked eyes with the aforementioned girl behind the camera. “Kind of like Clément Novalak in a Drivers briefing” James chortled purposely ignoring the scoffing that came from his female long-time friend. 

“Exactly like Clément in the driver’s briefing… she’s going to hate that you’ve compared her to him..” the F2 Driver replied laughing at first before trailing off. It was a joke, a good joke even, but Y/N hated being compared to any Driver on the F2 grid or otherwise. Adjusting his headphones Marcus cleared his throat “And uh, my heart is like pounding, it’s like the most nervous I’ve ever been in my life seeing Rhianna, she’s looked me in the eyes and given me a look of disgust, something that I’m quite used to now.” 

“It was not a look of disgust!.” the y/h/c young woman called out softly, a giggle rippling from her chest, her heart warming at the sight of a slightly panicking Armstrong. At the same time James decided to add his thoughts. “Yeah, especially from women… or Y/N’s fans” James added knowing that over the past couple of months the young woman’s fanbase had grown, and with that so had some of jealousy targeted towards the New Zealander.  “Thanks man… And uuhh so I actually I felt so embarrassed for myself that i’d made her uncomfortable that I just thought I need to leave, Babe we need to leave. I just can’t believe I made her feel like this. Lets just get up and leave, I’m sorry I’ve ruined our date, but we just need to leave. So I’m like let’s go.  And then Y/N just looks at me like I’m insane and walked up to Rhianna and says “Hey Rhi how are you” like it was nothing!? Then they like hug and everything and then we just walk out, we just go. I’m still buzzing now like yeah.” 

“I can tell.” the taller Kiwi replied, “It is weird when you see like a full-blown celebrity in the wild.” James hummed a second later nodding his head slightly at his statement. “James, you see me all the time?!” Y/N hollered tilting her head slightly in confusion, some loose strands of y/h/c locks disturbing her view of the lighter haired man. “I said a celebrity!” James barked back in faux angst. “I’ll just go fuck myself then? No more concert tickets for you!” Y/N sassily retaliated losing the fighting urge to stick her tongue out at her boyfriends and unfortunately hers depending on how you looked at it close mate. 

“Hold on a minute! You can’t do that!” James exclaimed loudly, shooting forward quickly, almost yanking his headphones violently. Turning to face his co-host James frowned slightly “Can she do that?” James whispered obnoxiously a look of utter bewilderment casting over his face. All the insurance broker got in response was a half-hearted shrug.  

y/nl/n posted to their story

[cwritesforfun]

Derek Morgan AU x Princess: Bodyguard

Derek Morgan is the bodyguard of Princess Y/N, the Future Queen. He has been guarding her for 3 years.

Y/N had a bad feeling about the ball being thrown for her and knew something was up, however, she couldn't have prevented it.

Y/N = Your Name

** I don't own any of the Criminal Minds characters **

Morgan's POV

It all happened so fast. Some kind of fog was thrown in the room. Intruders ran in waving guns around. Someone knocked me out before I could get to Princess Y/N.

I woke up to find myself tied up to a chair and held at gunpoint. I look over and see the rest of the guests and the whole royal family is in the same position.

I see the intruders brought stuff to livestream the whole hostage situation and a TV is up, so we can see what viewers are seeing. I don't get why though. Nothing makes sense right now. There hasn't been news of a threat or anything.

I glance over at Princess Y/N to see if she's alright and I notice her slyly watching the intruders. I wonder what she's thinking. She's always thinking and planning. It's part of why I think she'll be a great Queen because of how she is able to think on her toes.

One of the men with a gun walks up to Princess Y/N and asks, "Do you have power as Princess? Or do you have to have your coronation first?" Princess Y/N answers, "I have some power. What would like done?" The man with the gun says "We want the government to fall. We don't believe it represents the people." Princess Y/N asks, "And what can I do for you? Surely this whole hostage situation would've worked better with Parliament." Oh my:/ The man slaps her in the face causing me to flinch and I try to move to protect her. Someone grabs the chair I'm in and clicks the gun at my side. Princess Y/N glances my way and gives me a slight smile. She turns back to the man in front of her and exclaims, "Do you have a person who you think can best represent the people? I'd like to hear them out and hear their plans for the future." She's playing along with them and she's buying time. What can I do? Come on think Derek think.

Princess Y/N's POV

I'm buying time for all of the guests and me. The more time they talk, the less chance there is that any of us get hurt. If the leader could just leave the room, I could convince someone to let me pee and possibly get a message out.

I notice Derek Morgan, my bodyguard, sitting there watching the intruders. Hopefully, he can help me somehow. I bet he already has a plan. I mean he's been guarding me for 3 years successfully and we've made it out of some sticky situations. Not gonna lie, he's pretty hot all tied up right now, and wow. I should not be thinking about this at the moment. Shut up brain!

Derek's POV

I look around the room casually and count roughly 20 intruders in the room. I also see at least 8 other bodyguards tied up in here. If I set one intruder off, hopefully, they get the memo and can knock the rest out.

I look at one of the other ones and give him three slow nods. That means follow my lead in code. He does three nods back and starts to pass around the message.

I slowly begin untying the knots around my hands and I get it to where I can throw the rope off anytime now. I just need the perfect moment to do it.

Princess Y/N manages to keep them from actually injuring her more until she asks, "And do you think I represent the people? I'm genuinely just wondering." One of them says, "You're not elected by the people, so no. However, it would be treason to kill you." She replies, "Well you're already committing treason right now by attempting to overthrow the government." I swiftly jump up from my chair, kick it back into the guard behind me, and knock him out. I steal his gun and place it in my belt.

When I knock the first guard out, I move on to another one until I hear "Stop or the Princess dies!" I turn around and see a gun to her head. I hold my gun up and point it at the man holding the gun to her head. He wiggles the gun by her head taunting me. I exclaim, "Let's not make hasty decisions. Think through this. You don't want to do this." The guard asks, "Why don't I, Mister Loyal?" I answer, "If you kill off the Princess, our country's allies will revolt and fight you. From what I can see, you are not ready to take part in a war. Rethink this. What should you do instead? What are your options?" I hope I'm stalling him. I mean he does look a little confused and stumped.

I make eye contact with the Princess and I nods at her three times. She blinks three times and I know she knows the code. Good!

I yell "Now!" Princess Y/N kicks back into the guy and drops to the ground as I shoot at him. I hit him and he fell backward. I rush over to Princess Y/N and gently cup her face with one of my hands. She leans into my hand and I ask, "Are you okay? I'm sorry that I almost got you killed." She nods and says, "Yes thanks, Derek. I'm okay and I put myself in danger as much as you did. It's okay. Um... We should do something about the rest of the intruders, right?" I nod and turn to where everyone is staring. Did they all watch me cup her face? Geez. Great. This is great. I yell "Intruders, hands up. We'll take you down for questioning! Royal guards, take them out to the holding cells, please. Everyone else, please stay put until it is clear. Does anyone know how to turn off all the TV equipment and would be willing to do so?" Someone raises their hand and I lead them over. They then get working on it.

I help Princess Y/N start untying the ropes around the rest of the royal family. We manage to get them all off and they all hug her. I let them have a family moment and I make sure the TV is turned off.

That Night ... Derek's POV still

I finally get to relax. I mean I did take a shower already, but now I can sleep. I could also drink, but that wouldn't help my feelings and thoughts to cool down.

I can't lose Princess Y/N. We've been close for 3 years and I've really tried to push away my feelings for her, but I can't. She's kind, strong, tough, beautiful, and loving. She's the ideal woman. However, she is also the Princess soon-to-be Queen. That means that I cannot date or be with her romantically as much as I would like that. Then tonight when she kept putting herself in danger, I was freaking out on the inside and she worried me. I hope she is okay right now. I cannot help but wonder if she is okay. Maybe I should check up on her.

Yeah, I'm going to make sure she is okay.

Princess Y/N's POV

I can't sleep. My brain is too awake. Should I go for a walk around the palace? I'll go see if the guards are up for it or if I'm allowed to leave.

I open my door and see Derek Morgan holding his hand up like he was about to knock. Wait is he in pajamas? Wow, he can rock gray sweatpants. Damn, this man is fine.

He smirks a little and says, "Eyes are up here, Princess." I smirk and say, "Come on in, Derek. Please step in." I move aside and he steps inside the room. I pat the space next to me on the couch and exclaim, "Please just sit here. Forget that I am who I am and that there are rules. Just sit." He nods and sits next to me.

I glance at him and ask, "So what brought you to my bedroom at 1:00 a.m.?" He answers, "I wanted to check on you. I wanted to know how you were doing. You worried me when you taunted the intruders. I know you can take care of yourself, but the man did have a gun to your head." I nod and reply, "I know what I did was risky, but I also knew I had people in there that I could trust to help me. I knew you could come up with a plan, so I stalled and it worked. As far as how I am, I will be honest my brain is so awake. I can't sleep." He replies, "I couldn't either. I was going to drink, but that would've kept me more awake. I chose to check on you instead." I reply, "Thanks. I appreciate that. Thank you again for today. I'm so grateful for you and everything you do for me." He replies, "I'm glad you, the palace staff, and your family were all able to walk away from it." I nod and smile.

He exclaims, "I know you said you couldn't fall asleep, so if you'd like, I can give you a back scratch or a small massage to help you relax." I reply, "Okay. Do you mind if I lay in my bed?" He shakes his head.

I climb into my bed and ask, "Before I get settled, may I have a hug? It feels like a hugging moment." He nods and we hug. He kisses the top of my head too. Aw wait that was cute:-)

I then lay down and he rubs my back. I start to drift off a little and then I hear a door creak open. I snap up into a sitting position and ask, "What was that?" He answers, "The balcony door just creaked a little because of the wind. I promise no one is trying to break in. You are safe." I reply, "I'm sorry for that. I just am so stressed and today was a lot." I put my hands over my head and sit in a ball shape.

I feel my bed dip near my feet meaning he must've sat on my bed. I then feel his hands rub my arms. He leans close to me and whispers in my ear, "You're safe. We have everyone locked up or dead. I can stay the night in your room if you want me to. I don't mind for tonight." I move my face to look at him and I notice we are only 6 inches apart. I exclaim, "Thank you, Derek. Do you want to stay on the other side of my bed?" He answers "I don't think I could control myself." I ask, "From doing what?" He then leans forward and asks, "May I kiss you?" I answer, "Yes," and he kisses me. Omg!

When he pulls away, I exclaim, "Wow you're a good kisser. I really don't mind if you are in the same bed as me. Please stay for tonight at least." He kisses me on the cheek and then crawls over to the other side of the bed.

I flip off the light and we both end up falling asleep just by being in each other's presence.

A few hours later, I wake up to mumbling and I glance at where Derek is. I lean over and hear him mumbling, "You're safe. She's safe. It's okay. Relax." I gently rub his arm and he jolts up. I say softly, "Hey you had a nightmare or something. You were mumbling a lot. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" He answers, "I was just scared you got hurt again. I see now you are okay." I reply, "I am yes. Do you want to cuddle? It might help, so you know I'm safe." He replies, "Yes please." I lay down and wrap my arms around him. He wraps his arms around me and we fall asleep like that.

[chxncinth]

illogical

pairing: ceo!chan x rival ceo!reader 

genre: smut

description: seeing chan’s company surpass your company made you feel a type of anger you weren’t familiar with. you had always gotten everything you wanted and now you fell short of it, so you felt the need to show and prove to chan that you were still better no matter what. you headed to his house to talk to him, not at all expecting what was about to happen.

warnings: oral (male and female receiving), choking, sir kink, rough sex, ice play, use of safe words

wc: 4.9k

notes: whoo this took such a long time! this is the first time i've ever tried writing this much smut so i hope people like it 😭 please like, reblog, and leave comments! it would mean the world to me <3

a loud slam of the door made you look up from your monitor.

“seriously? what the hell did that guy do?”

your eyebrows furrowed together as you looked at your very obviously frustrated secretary. catching onto your confusion, jeongin handed you the papers in his hands.

“look for yourself.”

you quickly scanned them, eyes widening in disbelief. 

“what the fuck?! how did this even happen?!” to say you were angry would be a serious understatement. you were livid. 

you had always gotten everything you had ever wanted, be it a company that you were interested in or the newest luxury car in the market.

but now? you were beaten by someone. and that someone was bang chan out of everyone it could have been. 

standing up and grabbing your purse and coat, you stormed past jeongin, shoving the papers into his chest. he ran after you, trying his best to keep up with your angry stride. 

your heels clicked sharply against the tiles and caused the heads of the few employees remaining at this late hour to turn your way. jeongin bowed apologetically towards them and continued after you.

you pressed the button to the elevator and turned to look at jeongin.

“i’m going to his house to give him a little talk. don’t come with me. finish up your work and head home. i also want you to send out an email to all employees giving them the next week off. this quarter was hell for all of us,” you sent him a small smile but your eyes shined with anger. 

jeongin looked concerned, after all he was your best friend. 

“but y/n…”

you shushed him as the doors to the elevator opened and you stepped in.

“don’t worry about me innie. i’ll be fine. if anything goes south i can just kick his balls.”

jeongin laughed at that, telling you to call him afterwards as the doors closed.

he really hoped that you’d be fine.

-

tossing your belongings into the passenger seat as you got into your car, you huffed out in frustration. 

‘fucking bang chan. that pain in the ass.’

you started the car and headed off in the direction of his company, the way there basically branded into your brain. after all, you frequented it for the longest time. 

as you reached your destination, you found that the building was closed. sighing in frustration, you got back in your car.

really, you should have just given up and gone back home. but no, you were stubborn and you weren’t going to give up until you actually talked to him in-person.

so you headed to his house.

you passed the gate easily as the guard recognized your car and let you through with no questions.

his property was just as you remembered, dark, spacious, and foreboding. the only change was that there was a garden in front.

you parked and stepped out of your car, deciding to leave your coat and purse inside since you wouldn’t be there long.

as you walked to the entrance, your brain screamed at you to stop. memories of the last time you were here were thrown at you nonstop and you had to physically force yourself to get to the door and ring the bell.

the electronic panel stayed dark for a few seconds until the face of a maid popped up.

“may i help you?” she said, squinting slightly. 

“i’m here to talk to chan regarding work? i’m y/n.”

her eyes lit up in realization at the mention of  your name. there was no doubt that the workers gossiped about you and the scene that occurred back then.

the maid pressed a button and you heard a click.

the door opened automatically and she rushed towards you from around the corner, bowing.

“please wait in the sitting room for a moment while i call mr. bang,” she told you with a smile as you took off your heels and slipped on a pair of house slippers.

you nodded and made your way there, sitting down on the plush couch.

you looked around a noticed that nothing at all had changed, not even a single decoration. then you noticed it in the corner of your eye.

getting up, you headed towards the little corner table that had various framed pictures on it. and one of those pictures just happened to be back when you and chan were on good terms.

it was a picture of you and him as high schoolers during your annual trip to singapore. the both of you sporting beautiful smiles on your faces except you were looking at the camera while chan stared at you with what could only be described as a lovestruck gaze. 

you bristled at the fact that the picture was still here after seven months, expecting him to definitely remove everything about you in his house. 

“that picture is my absolute favorite one of us.”

you turned abruptly at the voice, seeing him walking into the room. even after so long of not seeing chan, you weren’t surprised all that much that he still took your breath away.

he wore navy blue silk pajamas that looked extremely familiar to you. as he got closer, you realized that they were the ones you gifted him on his birthday.

“you still wear those?” you asked, scoffing slightly and wondering how he had the audacity to after what he had done to you.

looking down at himself, he smiled softly. 

“yeah, they’re my favorite too.”

it was silent as the two of you took in the sight of each other for the first time in seven months.

his face had gotten sharper and his eyes harder. as usually, you weren’t able to read his emotions easily. they were closely  guarded.

he broke out of his daze first and stepped forward again.

“why are you here?” he asked you bluntly.

the glare that you had been sporting up until you came here was back again and your arms crossed automatically.

“i’m here because of your profit this quarter. how in the world did you manage to increase it by 38%? that’s practically impossible.”

chan chuckled, the uncomfortable atmosphere increasing tenfold within a second. but you weren’t sure if the feeling up in the air was hate or something else that you’d rather not acknowledge. 

“so you’re here because you can’t stand someone else being better than you?”

“no, i’m here because i want to know how you got ahead of my company. i’m obviously better than you are and we’ve seen that for the past how many years now?” you cocked up your eyebrow.

his eyes became darker, a shimmer of what you believed was annoyance flashing before it was gone as fast as it came and his eyes were blank.

“it’s called working hard sweetheart,” he said as he brushed past you towards his office. you scoffed and followed after him.

“you have some nerve coming here after ghosting me for seven months,” he said to you as you were closing the double doors behind you.

“i have nerve? last i remembered, it was you who cheated on me by fucking my little sister.”

chan’s eyebrows furrowed together as he dragged a hand down his face lightly. “you broke up with me and ignored me like the plague because of that? how many times do i need to tell you to not believe baseless rumors?”

you were furious. how could he even say that? had he no shame?

“well chan, i can tell you that i don’t believe in baseless rumors because i saw this with my own eyes.”

“and pray tell, what exactly did you see?”

you faltered at his obvious confidence and grew smaller. his arms were crossed lightly as he sat back in chair, sporting a slight smirk. the pajamas stretched dangerously across his broad shoulders and for a second you thought the material would rip.

“well, i guess i didn’t really see anything as much as heard, but still! the noises i heard are enough proof!”

chan got up and walked around his desk, coming to stand right in front of you. you flinched slightly as his hand reached out and softly grabbed your chin, tilting it up so that you would meet his eyes.

“proof you say? well, what if you knew that i was in my room with your sister so i could plan out what to do for what would have been our fifth anniversary? oh, and if you remember, that same room has a fucking massage chair in it.”

it was as if a lightbulb slowly went off in your brain. 

your eyes widened in surprise as you instinctively moved away from him. turning around you quickly went over to the doors, prepared to make a run for it and do what you do best: avoid the situation you’re faced with.

but wiggling the doorknob simply led to more frustration and embarrassment as the doors seemed to be locked.

“why the hell aren’t these stupid doors opening!?” you said, lightly kicking them.

chan chuckled softly behind you and you heard his footsteps coming closer. gulping nervously, you let your head drop so that you looked at the floor.

“there’s something known as ‘automatic locks’ baby. i just pressed a button right after you came in here. and god, explaining that whole thing was a lot harder than it should have been.”

you turned and stared at him. his chocolate brown eyes seemed to suck you in and it took you a moment to remember what you wanted to say.

“l-let me go chan. i have things i need to do,” you said, trying your best to show some sort of confidence despite stuttering.

the man brought his hand up and softly traced the outline of your face.

“you still have quite a bit of attitude, don’t you babygirl? i think we need to fix that before you can go,” his hand traveled down to your waist and pulled you closer so that your lips were barely touching. his breath caressed your lips and you felt the urge to collapse and let the man in front of you take care of you as he used to— but you stood straight and looked right back at him. 

“you wanted to know how my quarter’s profit was higher than yours so here’s the first thing: i’m not stuck-up like you.”

and with that, his lips were on yours. they were bruising, the force with which he was kissing you being one that you had become quite accustomed to while you were dating each other. you were slightly stunned for a second before you kissed back just as passionately, pushing the small piece of hesitance back into the corner of your brain.

your hands crept their way up to entangle themselves in his hair, pulling on the strands lightly causing chan to let out a soft groan into the kiss. 

“god princess,” he said when he pulled away slightly. “i missed you so much.”

“yeah, well i didn’t.” you looked at him defiantly, not wanting him to know of the effect he had on you. but you were aware that he knew you and your body better than yourself. “and there are other people in this house.”

chan picked you up easily, lightly spanking your butt and eliciting a soft moan from you. he walked in long strides and dropped you down onto the plush grey couch in his office.

“such a brat,” he hissed as his fingers went back to tracing your form.  “i dismissed them as soon as i knew you came here.”

you back arched into him as his hand trailed behind you to fiddle with the zipper of your skirt. 

“is this ok y/n?” he whispered against your lips, making sure before he moved forward. after all, no matter how much he wanted you, he would never do anything without your permission. 

you looked up at him, staring into his bottomless eyes. and you were surprised because for the first time, you could read him effortlessly.

his eyes held nothing but affection for you, and you could see that he worried that he was overstepping your boundaries. that was enough for you to make up your mind.

you smiled and pulled him into you by his neck, kissing him slowly. it was a stark contrast to how rough you had been treated right before but chan lost himself in you.

“it’s ok chan. do whatever you want to me.”

“whatever i want?”

his eyes hardened over with lust, smirking as he pulled the zipper down, helping you take the piece of clothing off. you shivered slightly as the cold air hit your bare skin.

you inhaled softly when his finger slipped underneath your blouse and started to dance across your stomach. taking a second to compose yourself, you opened your eyes and looked up at chan.

“i just have one question. why do you still want me? didn’t i hurt you?”

chan hummed as he moved to remove your blouse. you lifted up your arms to make it easier for him. 

“you did but you’re also just irresistible baby.” his lips came down and grazed your collarbone. “that, and i know that you didn’t mean to hurt me. you’re just a little slow.”

as soon as he said that, he started to suck harshly and leave behind marks for you to remember him by. your eyes closed with the pleasure, any comeback to his words that you had dying on the tip of your tongue. his hand wandered down to your panties and you gasped softly as he finally, finally, slipped a finger into your folds, slowly dragging a digit down and spreading your arousal.

you were too far gone by now to be even the slightest bit embarrassed by how wet you were by him simply kissing you. 

“but i think you still need to make it up to me since you were so insensitive,” he said as a smirk took over his features. “hands above your head head. now.”

your hands immediately followed his orders, knowing that there was no way you would have forgotten what he had conditioned you to do.

chan chuckled at how easily you listened as he got up and went behind his desk. opening a drawer, he grabbed a spare tie. your eyes widened in refusal and you whined lowly, not wanting your hands to be tied so you couldn’t touch him. 

tutting, chan closed the drawer and walked back, using his hands to press your hips into the couch.

“oh baby, you know brats like you don’t get to have a choice. be good and take it,” he said lowly, tying your wrists together and looping the tie around the leg of a corner table.

“channie—“ you were cut off by a harsh slap to your thigh. it burned in the best way possible and your back arched as a long, drawn-out moan came out against your will.

“god, you get off on me spanking you, huh? you’re just a slut who loves the pain,” he said harshly, eyes glinting with unspoken desire and a need to fucking ruin you.

whining, you struggled against the restraints, wanting to run your hands down chan’s body.

but he simply chuckled and began unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing his chiseled torso. your whines increased as you stared hazily at his abs, feeling the need to do nothing more than to touch him at that moment and for the rest of eternity.

chan discarded the piece of fabric and leaned down. he teased you as he brushed his lips oh-so-lightly against yours, hands moving to deftly unhook your bra and throw it on the floor.

his sinful lips attached themselves to your breasts and he kissed and sucked the skin there as if he had been starved. your whines increased in volume and you strained against the tie binding your arms together.

“chan—“ you whispered breathlessly, opening your eyes to look down at the head of blonde.

“no. that’s not my name brat. and especially not for someone of the likes of you.”

his glare could have frozen your blood if given the chance but you didn’t give it that. looking away immediately, you whispered to him, “sir…”

he grinned, teeth on display as his hand gripped your neck, tugging harshly to make you look at him.

“look at me when you address me.”

so you looked at him.

“i want you in me sir.”

you were met with another slap and this one hurt. a lot.

tears prickled at the corner of your eyes and fell over.

“do you really think you can order me around like that?” scoffing, chan grabbed onto the hem of your panties and seamlessly ripped the lace into two pieces, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

“you really think after the shit you’ve pulled, what with you ignoring me for so long, i’ll listen to you? give you that pleasure of spoiling you like i used to when you were mine?”

his hands spread your legs apart for him and he immediately thrust two fingers into you, sending your mind spiraling.  

“well, i guess that’s not right because you’re still mine. you probably got off every night thinking about me fucking you. probably imagined that the people fucking you were me,” he said nonchalantly as he drove his fingers into you so deep that he hit your g-spot repeatedly. you knew he was correct and your moans increased in volume as you squirmed around, the pleasure almost unbearable. 

“s-sir…please…” you gasped breathlessly. 

“please what babygirl? only two fingers and you can’t even string your words together. how pathetic,” he practically growled at you as you while thrusting another into you. 

“god,” you said as your eyes rolled back into your head. the feeling of chan’s fingers stretching you out was something you had thought about constantly over the past few months and now that you had them in you, you felt unbelievably complete.

he then abruptly pulled out, leaving you whining at the emptiness. 

“sir—“ 

he interrupted you by harshly showing his fingers into your mouth. 

“suck,” he commanded. you followed his order without hesitance, also remembering how much you love the feeling of his fingers in your mouth.

he removed them, resulting in a small ‘pop’ to echo throughout the office, and stood up. brushing your hair back, he leaned close and pressed his lips to yours lightly. 

“stay still. i’ll be back soon.”

and he was gone after clicking a remote and walking out the doors, leaving you to be alone with your own thoughts.

your mind was going crazy. chan had gotten  bigger in the time you hadn’t seen him, and you could only imagine that it applied to every part of his body. 

a shudder of pleasure and fear passed through your body at the thought of taking him in after so long. sure, you had sex in between, but everyone you fucked were extremely underwhelming compared to chan. honestly speaking, barely anyone made you orgasm unless you imagined that they were him.

eyes closed, you pulled up memories of chan’s cock, remembering how he had both length and girth, along with a slight curve. he always filled you up to the brim, leaving no room in your head to think about anything other than pleasure.

your thoughts made you so wet to the point you started to drip onto the couch. writhing around, you tried your best to divert your attention to anything but the ever consuming heat between your legs.

“sir, sir, sir—“ you whimpered as you ultimately failed and started thrusting up into the air, as if that would make chan come back faster to pleasure you.

“well would you look at that babygirl? begging for sir and making such a mess of my furniture? you’re so fucking hot.”

a gasp came out of you as his fingertips trailed over your stomach. you arched up into him, uttering incoherent words as you tried to plead him to touch you properly.

“forgot how sensitive you are baby. i missed it,” he said as he pulled a silk blindfold from his pocket. he tied it around your eyes, and you whimpered more, now having to solely rely on your senses of hearing and touch to figure out chan’s next move (not that you really would be able to even without being restrained since he was quite unpredictable). 

he chuckled and leaned down to kiss your lips, trailing his kisses down to your breast. he licked your nipple softly and then bit it, making you thrash around until he put his hand on your hips to stop you.

“sir, please…” you breathed out.

“you said i could do anything, didn’t you?”

you hesitated for a moment before nodding. 

“words sweetheart,” he said getting up. you heard him take a few steps away from you and the sound of his mini fridge opening.

“…yes sir.”

he hummed lowly and after a few seconds of silence, you gasped as you felt a sharp coldness on your torso.

you writhed at the new and unexpected temperature. the coldness moved down further and further until it was ghosting over your clit before it was removed.

chan chuckled above you and you could only imagine how desperate you looked as he traced ice along your body. he leaned down and licked the trail of water left by it while holding your hips down in place.

“god, you’re a fucking masterpiece,” he muttered under his breath, continuing to lick the remaining water while listening to your moans which were slowly increasing in volume.

it was when he got down to your clit that he placed a soft kiss on it before starting to suck.

you screamed at the sharp pleasure that came with his actions, tears coming out of your eyes with how turned on you were.

“sir please—“ you heaved as he spread your legs wider, his tongue moving down to lick at your hole. “hurts!”

“such a slut just for me aren’t you? want my cock so bad—“ a kiss was placed on your inner thigh. “—you cant even speak properly.”

a mix of words left your mouth as he sucked on the soft flesh of your thigh, leaving a bright red mark.

chan stood up, sliding his pants and boxers down in one go as he positioned himself in front of your entrance.

“color?”

“green, sir,” you breathed out.

he pushed in with no warning and started to fuck you without giving you time to adjust.

the sheer size of him was unfamiliar and familiar at the same time, and your body did a double take.

“chan!” a moan ripped from your throat and he thrusted harder.

“sir,” he said between breaths. “and i didn’t tell my fucktoy to speak did i? you’re going to be quiet and take it.”

you couldn’t see anything but you could feel the glint in his eyes as he looked down at your body, arms tied and eyes blindfolded, all while being fucked to the edge of your sanity. 

you tried your best to not make noises but that proved to be quite hard as chan increased his pace and even leaned down to circle your nipple with his tongue, hand reaching out to give attention to your other breast.

both of your moans and groans increased as you approached your highs. chan’s hand came out to wrap around your neck and he squeezed.

“i didn’t allow you to come yet whore,” he said as he choked you harder. “you don’t get to come until i say so.”

a sound of surprise escaped your lips and you arched your back as he rubbed circles on your clit.

“sir fuck please please i wanna cum i need to—“

chan ignored your string of garbled pleads and looked down at the sight of his length disappearing into your hole. he growled lowly as he tightened his grip around your neck.

“if you think you’re going to get the pleasure of feeling your release this early on, you’re sadly mistaken babygirl. you’re nothing but a cumdump for me tonight so act like it and if i think you deserve it, maybe i’ll let you cream around my cock.”

and it all continued since your body was still used to his commands, not daring to let go until allowed. 

he finished inside of you and swiftly untied your hands as he hoisted you up, only to press your back against the wall and fuck his cum into you.

it was only after he came again and was preparing to bend you over his desk for a third round, that you spoke due to the pain of how overstimulated you were.

“chan…” you whispered hoarsely, purposefully calling him by his name in the hopes that he would figure out that something was wrong. “stop…”

but you were mistaken because he only slapped your ass sharply, spreading your legs and thrusting back into your swollen and abused hole. 

you screamed at the feeling, and tears streamed down your face as your body was too used to put up with it any longer. he was too far gone.

“red!”

chan’s hips stilled as he took a second to register what you said. his eyes then widened as he pulled out quickly and stepped away.

“baby? i’m so sorry,” he said, trying to put space in between the two of you.

you walked over to him and wrapped you arms around his torso as you tried to regulate your breathing.

“i’m fine,” you mumbled through deep breaths and sniffles, tightening your arms as much as you could in your current state.

chan led you to the couch, sitting down. looking down at him, you sat down and straddled him. your head then dropped down into the crook of his neck as you sought after the comfort that only he seemed to provide you. 

he stayed still, not wanting to move and possibly hurt you any further. 

god, chan felt despicable. you could feel that much simply by being close to him. and knowing how his personality is, he was probably beating himself up about how he ignored your signs of discomfort in return for his own pleasure.

you looked up and pressed a chaste kiss to his jawline.

“i really am fine love. i just need time to gather my energy.”

he was as stiff as a plank of wood beneath you, arms limp at his side. 

“but still…” he said, staring blankly at the wall. “i ignored you and i hurt you.”

you put your hands on either side of his face and turned him to meet your eyes.

“and i gave you permission to do whatever you wanted with the knowledge that if i said that one word when i felt uncomfortable, you would immediately stop.”

you sighed deeply at his regret-filled eyes.

“do you want to take a bath?” he asked. “maybe that will make you feel better?”

you nodded slowly and he picked you up, refusing to let you walk by yourself. 

he went upstairs and into the bathroom, setting you down on his empty dressing table while he filled the tub.

you giggled softly at the sight of him.

“your ass is cute,” you said, as he added bath salt to the  water.

“y/n!” he said, whipping around with an indignant look on his face.

“it’s true!” 

chan grumbled softly as he turned back, but you could see the tips of his bright red ears.

“i think it’s ready?” chan said, swirling the water to test the temperature one more time.

you stood up at his words, wincing slightly at the pain that shot up through your lower body. walking over to the tub, you slowly stepped in and lowered yourself until you were sitting.

“is it ok?“ chan asked, looking down at you.

“it would be better if you got in, you know.”

chan flushed and looked away.

“are you sure? i wouldn’t want to invade your space more than i already have,” he said.

you frowned and reached for his hand.

“chan, it’s ok. you didn’t do anything wrong so please just get in the damn bathtub,” you said sternly, somewhat tired of having to constantly reassure him.

he relented and stepped in, sitting down so he faced you. a smile made its way onto his face as he felt the warm water around him.

“this feels pretty nice,” he said, staring the water.

“come here,” you beckoned, grabbing a bottle of body wash and pumping some out.

chan scooted over towards you and smiled as you took his arm, applying the product on it.

“i missed this,” you whispered softly, tracing a heart on his skin. you then brought his arm up to your lips and kissed it.

chan’s heartbeat increased as the tips of his ears turned reds.

“then let’s never stop it.”

you looked up and met his eyes.

“never again,” you said, moving forward to kiss to his lips.

chan held your back softly as he reciprocated your affection.

“i love you y/n,” he said when the two of you separated for air and his arm came up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

your smile stretched from ear to ear, pink dusting your cheeks from the warmth of the bath tub and the man in front of you.

“i love you too chan.”

[nova-writes-about-things]

captain jack sparrow x gn!reader word count: 1867 warning(s): mentions of violence, blood, and gunshot wounds (not graphic)

(REQUESTS ARE OPEN!)

prompt:  “do you mind saying that again when I can actually remember what it is you just said?”

in your life as a pirate, you tended to take danger in stride. it’s just the way that it was. if you’d bothered to be afraid every time you were in a dangerous situation, you’d never have a bloody minute to think!

an attack on your beloved ship—your home—by fellow snarling pirates? not an issue. a blade held to your neck in a ridiculous attempt to use you as a hostage? not the first time, certainly wouldn’t be the last.  

but you didn’t realize the true meaning of fear—not really—until the day a gunshot hit jack square in the chest.  

when the pearl had encroached upon a merchant ship on the horizon, her black sails whipping wildly through the air and catching up in no time at all, the captain had immediately thrown up their white flag. it seemed to be an easy surrender, and it was—at least, until some hay-brained young sailor on board decided to take a shot at your beloved captain.

it was at that moment that you realized exactly how afraid you were of losing him.

jack handled everything as if he’d expected it all along. he was the definition of devil-may-care attitude, of someone who had the world by the strings and was fifteen steps ahead at any given time. 

you knew he wasn’t immortal—not for lack of trying, on his part—but it was easy to think as much when he escaped danger on the daily with not so much as a scratch. but immortals don’t bleed, you thought distantly, as you watched him hit the ground. 

he clutched at his chest. blood seeped through his shirt and vest, and his eyes were wide and frantic. that momentary look of being taken so off guard—was it fear?—is what spurred you into action.

you hardly registered the pearl’s crew tackling the sailor boy to the ground. you were focused on rushing over to jack.

“he shot me,” jack ground out through his teeth. “damned boy bloody shot me.”

kneeling on the ground next to him, you pressed your hands against the wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. “just keep some pressure on this, alright?” you said quietly.

you turned toward the crowd, barely noting the wide-eyed looks from the merchant ships’ crew and the terrified looks from your own crew. “someone help me get him back,” you commanded, your voice leaving no room for argument. “now.”

it took two or three crew members from the pearl, gibbs included, to carry jack across the gangplank and bring him safely to his cabin. what a sight, you mused later, once the dust had settled. pirates who took care of their own. the worst pirates anyone’s ever heard of.

you, in the meantime, took immediate command of the ship. you demanded movement, and fast. you needed towels, tools, equipment. you just needed jack to be okay. 

the pearl was in a frenzy. 

“take care ‘f him for us,” gibbs had told you, once jack was left on the mattress in his cabin and you’d gotten the things you needed. “we’ll handle things out here.”

“thank you,” you replied, and hoped the authenticity of your words showed. he nodded, then quickly took his leave. you turned towards jack, who’s breathing had become labored. not good, not good, not good.

you pushed aside your fear long enough to make a cohesive plan. you’d need to be able to see the wound to treat the wound, and to do that, you’d need to have access to his chest. and to do that--

oh.

right then.

you ignored the rushing heat to your cheeks. instead, you chastised yourself for being so childish at a moment like this, and took a breath. you had a job to do.

as it turned out, removing jack’s clothes was a bit tougher than you’d thought it’d be. (not that you’d thought about it.)

jack had practically turned into dead weight. taking off his effects, coat, vest, and shirt underneath was a lot more difficult to do when he couldn’t help you in the process. but you’d done it, and the lack of any suggestive comments on his end left you with naught but an unsettling fear in your gut.

“rum,” he mumbled instead, and you understood well enough. rum would dull the pain. you found one of his hiding spots where he hid his own stash away from the rest of the crew--he’d told you about it months ago, when you were both drunk on the very thing--and uncorked it, handing it to him. he wasted no time in taking a swig, though the very movement seemed to cause him pain.

luckily for jack, the sailor boy didn’t have as good an aim as much as he was foolish, meaning the bullet had landed closer to jack’s shoulder instead of hitting any major organs or arteries. unluckily for jack, however, the bullet also hadn’t made a clean exit. you would have to get it out yourself.

you sucked in a breath. “this is going to hurt.”

“’ve been through worse, love,” he muttered, not exactly looking at you while he did so. he took another long pull from the bottle of rum, then set it down, lying back on the bed.

there was a part of you that didn’t want to do this. a rather large part of you would’ve rather left the damned thing where it was just so you wouldn’t have to be the one to pain him.

but you also didn’t like the way his skin had paled, and how his eyes had a glazed shine to them where there shouldn’t have been one. you knew he would be worse off if the bullet stayed where it was. and so, taking a deep breath to steady your hand, you went for it.

-

jack, for the most part, became delirious with fever. he kept talking quietly under his breath, murmuring words that you couldn’t quite catch. you thought you heard something about a garden party, or a mention of pretty ships. it wasn’t as though you could follow his train of thought when you were too busy trying to fish lead out of his skin.

regardless, you preferred the nonsense mumblings to the moments of frightening silence. jack being quiet was a bad sign at the best of times. jack being quiet after an injury like this was far worse. after the first bout of silence, you’d asked him to keep talking—to make yourself feel better, if not only to keep him from falling unconscious.

you weren’t sure who was more drained by the time you got hold of the bullet. you’d quietly murmured apologies, assurances that things would get better, as he winced at every movement you made for the last half hour or so. and by the time it was over, you’d both been spent.

you held the bullet up once you had it in hand. jack seemed to regain his lucidity enough to regard it, a shaky laugh leaving his lips. “should keep it, don’t you think? add it to my collection.”

“this isn’t funny,” you admonished, though you were glad he still had his sense of humor. it had to count for something, right? you placed the bullet down on a small nightstand next to his bed, then exhaled, exhausted. “i’ll need to dress this. have you any wrappings in here?”

“it’s that-a-way,” he mumbled. he lifted his hand and waved it in a vague direction towards his desk which sat in the middle of the cabin. you stood up and walked towards it, going through each drawer. finally, you found what you were looking for, but not before spotting a piece of parchment—a letter, at closer examination—with your name written on it.

you grabbed it, curiously eyeing the letter, before remembering your initial task. you had to take care of wrapping the wound before it got infected. you quickly returned to jack’s side, beginning to work at the wrappings.  

you expertly threaded the wrapping through his arms as much as you could while he was laying down. still, you eventually had to guide him towards a halfway sitting-up position so that you could effectively tie the wrapping around him. he settled back down with a wince.  

as you dabbed a wet cloth against his face, trying to control the fever, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander to that letter. all you’d been able to see was your own name, but you easily recognized jack’s handwriting. why on earth would he bother writing a letter to you when you couldn’t be more than fifty feet away at any given time?

finally, after much unbearable silence, you decided there was no harm in asking. “jack?”  

his head lolled towards you. he blinked slowly, as if registering what you had just said.

“there’s a letter in your desk, addressed to me,” you said, keeping your voice as level as you could. “might i be privy to the contents of it?”

he grinned lazily. “ah, that’s just my thoughts speakin.’” he paused and frowned in thought. then, he shrugged. “well, speakin’ in the form of writing. not like I was ever plannin’ on giving it to you.”

you blanched slightly, realizing that in this state, he might be a tad more open with you than he would be in normal circumstances. with this knowledge in hand, you knew you shouldn’t have pressed, but still, curiosity, curiosity—

“and what were your thoughts speaking, exactly?”

“silly, silly things, love,” he said in a sing-song tune. “silly thoughts I never thought I'd think. much less say, I s’ppose. stupid, silly little things.”

“master of evading questions, you are,” you retorted with just a hint of amusement. still, your traitorous heart beat wildly in your chest. “even when you’re half lost to delirium. you’re lucky I like you.”

he grinned widely. “you like me, do you?”

“aye, most unfortunately for me.”

he blinked, tilting his head, when he said, “do you mind saying that again when I can actually remember what it is you just said?”

you laughed. this man would be the death of you, surely. “how about i do that after I find out the truth about that mysterious letter of yours?”

he hummed, then settled back on the pillow, closing his eyes. “we have an accord, then.”

an accord, indeed, you thought. 

when he didn’t stir any further, you deemed it safe enough for him to sleep. he probably needed the rest, anyhow. you’d just been about to get up and let the others know that he’d be just fine when his hand shot out and grasped your wrist.

he didn’t want you to leave.

you sighed, and found yourself sitting back down at his side. after a moment, you found that your eyes were stinging just a bit. “don’t go and get yourself shot anymore, alright? don’t know what i’d do if you died on me.”

your words were a whisper, so quiet you barely heard yourself speak, but the corners of his mouth tilted upwards. “i’ll do me best, darling,” he mumbled.

[nomorefstogive]

PTN SFW Headcanons: Wolverine

Hello my fellow Chiefs, I figured that I would share some of my headcanons for out favorite Feral Huntsmen, please feel free to let me know some of your own and give your opinions on them if you wish to.

That said, let's start, shall we?

Also, here is a link to the Ao3 post if you are curious: Here

1. He had no idea what a Wolverine actually was until the Chief showed him one…he then proceeded to attempt to get one as a pet only to be denied every time, though it did not stop him from trying.

2. He is allowed to leave the Bureau to hunt by the Chief as a means of not only helping add some variety to the kitchen’s stocks but as a means of preventing him from becoming too antsy as a result of being cooped up for so long.

He is of course always being monitored by a multitude of means, though he always comes back, sometimes with some rather…exotic goods, such as a Sand Worm that he had to drag on a small sled and a scorpion he found that was the size of his torso.

Kawa Kawa and Stargaze appreciated having some food from their home, everyone else was not so enthusiastic about it.

3. He attends a special class that the Chief arranged to help the younger Sinners catch up on any missing education, he is a surprisingly decent student in that he is alway attentive and quiet, though this is likely due to the Chief bribing him with extra meat and equipment for his hunts.

4. He has a habit of gnawing on his lips when he is stressed, it can get to the point that he draws blood as a result of his sharpened canines, said sharpening having occurred as a result of a mutation brought about by Mania after he became a Sinner.

It can get to the point he has thin rivulets of blood going down the sides of his mouth, all while he is oblivious to it until it is pointed out. This has resulted in him being given a mouth guard to sleep with and being a frequent visitor of Nurse Anne and Dr. Iron.

5. While he may not understand most of society's norms and standards, and has no real interest in learning about them, he does understand enough of the basics to be left alone for a little while without a supervisor being present, though it is still not advisable for such a thing to be allowed lest someone set him off on accident and wind up with a Pippy thrown at their face and a crossbow bolt somewhere sensitive.

6. He hates mistreatment of animals in any form. If he is going to kill an animal it is because he needs to eat or it was a threat he needed to put down, if neither of these are true and he sees someone hurting an animal then he will be having some impromptu target practice.

7. He supplies Garofano with pelts and hides that he tans himself for her to use in some of her clothes in exchange for her maintaining his own attire for free.

8. He is skilled with not only his crossbow, but also a normal bow and arrow as well as a hunting knife and a hatchet that he keeps with him constantly.

9. He dislikes using guns, he finds them too loud and too cumbersome to be of any real value in his hunts, and besides that they are also a bit too complicated for him to utilize at times.

10. He did not know where babies came from or how reproduction worked until he let slip that he did not know and the Chief told him to go ask Anne and Iron where they came from. They have yet to forgive her for forcing the situation on them.

11. He has become very fond of nature documentaries after seeing one playing on a tv in one of the common rooms and has since amassed a sizable collection of taped ones as well as wildlife books and such, though the Chief had to teach him how to read said books.

All of this has lead to him dreaming of one day creating his own, or at the very least starring in, a documentary about the more dangerous beasts of the Rust, something that Deren and the chief may yet choose to help him with.

12. Pippy has many times managed to get into the vents of the Bureau, and has scared many Sinners and staff alike when it begins to thrash around in the vents as it drags stolen spoils from the kitchen to its makeshift nest near Wolverine’s Cell.

Despite many attempts to prevent it from getting into the vents, nothing has worked and as such a rumor has begun to spread that Pippy may possess a Sinner Power of its own, though there is no proof to back it up.

13. He once got into a boxing match with Zoya in the rec room, though he lost, he fought with enough ferocity to impress the Wolf of Syndicate enough so that she offered him a place in the Legion, though he refused, claiming that he had no interest in working for another gang, Zoya did not take it personally and instead slapped him on the back as she applauded his guts.

14. Another boxing tale has him facing off against Corso in a spar that wound up ending with both of them knocked out and needing treatment, curiously the two seemed to hit it off in the medical bay, perhaps due to Corso and his shared love of animals.

The two have since become friends, and have given the Chief many headaches as a result of them slipping out of the Bureau to not only hunt, but also break up underground animal fighting rings and investigate claims of maltreatment of animals as well.

15. While not a cook of any real renown, he has gained a reputation as making some of the best jerky in all of Dis, enough so that many of the soldiers of the Bureau have approached him in regards to having him make some for their units, alongside of the kitchen staff requesting he teach them how to make it as well.

16. His cell looks like a hunter’s lodge, with pelts and trophies adorning it’s floor and walls, along with his bed being less an actual bed and more a small cave made of mattresses, that the Chief purchased on his behalf with funding earned from his tanning and jerky making, and blankets and pelts.

He likewise has a small projector with a sizable tower of nature documentaries resting beside it, next to an equally large tower of nature books, and a small collection of random objects that he has been given by his friends and the Chief.

17. He is a light sleeper, and upon Dudu being detained, he made it clear that if she did not stop playing her suona, he would find a way into her cell from the vents and make sure that she never performed with it again.

18. He is surprisingly talented at making maps of the areas he has been to, with many of the Bureau’s teams having made use of them during their missions in areas he has already been to.

19. He is a member of a fledgling archery club that has cropped up in the Bureau, to be exact he is in an unspoken competition with EMP for leadership of the club, the pair having never been able to defeat the other in terms of accuracy or rate of fire at the range without tapping into their powers.

20. He is not a fan of flying, and despises being to high in the air to safely land or fight back should the ride be attacked, the same going for swimming as while he has come to enjoy harpoon guns since being introduced to them, much to the Chief’s chagrin, he still finds it too difficult to fight in the water and prefers to remain near to dry land as a result.

21. He can tell real and fake meat apart with just a bite, and even if the taste is exactly the same, he will still become…upset should he find that he has been given fake meat. This came to light during a day when it was uncovered that someone had been attempting to cut costs in the kitchen by using a form of synthetic meat, said attempt ended with them being jumped by Wolverine and other Sinners before they were fired.

22. He is not overly fond of sweet things, though he does enjoy them every now and then, he is more a fan of savory food then sweet, and while he does find combinations of the two types of dishes interesting, he still prefers the dish to be either wholly sweet or wholly savory.

23. He is not fond of rich dishes, not only do they not agree with his stomach, but he personally does not find them to taste any better than the dishes he himself knows how to make, and if anything he finds them to be worse despite the seasoning and techniques used to make them.

24. He is very good at detecting whether or not someone is dangerous, the Chief having come to know that if he is relaxed around someone then they are not a real problem, while if he is tense or uneasy then it is time to be on guard.

The few times he has displayed outright hostile or fearful demeanor of someone, has been in the presence of people like Nox and Dreya (Fear), and Coquelic and Shalom (Hostility), and has been a herald of trying times to come with dealing with these people.

25. As a gift to the Chief, he made a necklace of bones taken from some of his more dangerous hunts, that no one could identify just which beast the center piece, a small skull with multiple eye sockets and a seemingly vertical mouth, only made it more ominous.

Despite the uneasy feeling looking at the necklace gave them, the Chief still accepted the necklace and had it set in a display in their room, something that Wolverine still brags about to this day.

26. He is the embodiment of a ‘Ride or Die’ mentality when it comes to his friends. No matter what happens, they can count on the hunter being there to bail them out in his own way, typically involving a tactically launched pippy aimed at the enemies genitals and a crossbow bolt hellstorm raining down on their foes as he comes to the rescue.

27. He once came back to the Bureau after a particularly deadly hunt with grievous wounds and a claw the size of a normal man’s forearm lodged into his shoulder blade. Despite being in an extreme amount of pain, he was smiling as he told the Chief that he finally found a worthy prey in whitesands.

That the claw was confirmed to not be from a Corruptor, did nothing to lessen the Chief’s concerns over just what kind of monster Wolverine had encountered.

28. He is forbidden from being anywhere near the driver’s side of a vehicle after an incident involving a car, a mall, Pippy hanging on from the antenna of the car, and a thoroughly terrified Chief shooting out the back window at a gang of motorcyclists that were shooting at them.

The specifics of that mission have been classified by the Bureau, partly because of sensitive material, and partly out of second hand embarrassment over what happened that day, though there are rumors agents from the Ninth saying that they had finally found a worse driver than their own director.

29. For his birthday, the Chief took him on a hunting trip with Corso and a few other Sinners, the day ending with Wolverine tucking himself into his small cave with tears of happiness leaking from his eyes as he looked at a group picture that had been taken at the end of the celebration.

All of the other presents, aside from the deer they had caught, while still wonderful, seemed to pale in comparison to that picture, as he looked upon it till he fell asleep with Pippy in his arms.

That's all we have for now, let us know what you think about them and share some of your own if you wish.

Till next time, take care and stay safe all, and pray that we are given a happy event and some happy moments for all of our Sinners and the Chief in the future, we deserve it at this point lol.

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Sp Special Containment Part 6. Look at that I actually got another chapter written and it didn't take a month.

If you need and update on how this story is going or are new to the story use the hashtag sp special containment to find the story. -MJ

Caretaker, Andy, and McGee stood in the director's office around his desk.

"Alright so today did not go as planned", the director sighed, "the human weapons just went through something that should have been controlled better, I'm seeing now I have to work on security for this organization."

"This should have been communicated sooner", McGee responded, "everyone here was in danger, including three people we were supposed to be protecting."

"I agree", the director nodded, "thankfully there were no major injuries for Aramais, Jaimie, and Whumpee. I will be in communication with you three as soon as I know what's next, and what will happen to the imposter."

The Director leaned to his desk, "I have a serious question to ask before I dismiss you though", the director studied the three, "do any of you have any objections to continuing care of the human weapons. They will remain here for care, but if any of you feel you can't care for them, I will reassign you. No judgment. No questions."

Andy spoke up, "with all do respect sir, Aramais needs me, I think I have gained some respect from him, someone would have to restart that and earn his trust. I think I'd be foolish to even think about leaving him. Even in pain, he limped over to protect us, I felt safer with him standing in front of me than I have in ages."

"I feel the same, knowing Aramais was there, and watching Jamie get up and protect Caretaker", Mcgee nodded, "I don't want to leave her care team."

Everyone looked at Caretaker.

"I think we saw a side to them that none of us truly expected. They don't want to be weapons. They want to help us, but they also want to help each other", Caretaker looked at them all, "Aramais may be a key to that. We all heard it, Aramais was supposed to be just like Whumpee's trainer, but he is different. He is somewhat a leader to them. If we can get him on board he may be able to help us with Jaimie and even Whumpee."

"As for Whumpee, I would never allow myself to be removed from their team", Caretaker smiled.

"We've worked hard to keep them separated, unsure of what may happen, but maybe the answer is them helping each other get through this", Andy realized, "if this works, we may have an answer for the other holding sights on how to get their weapons taken care of properly."

"I like this idea', the Director agreed, "let's have them rest for a few days, I'll meet with all of you, and we'll revisit this. If we all agree, then we will meet with Aramais and get his thoughts. You three are dismissed, please take good care of them."

Aramais limped to his table and reached for his water cup.

"Is there any way I could get a refill", Aramais held up the cup to the camera, then took a small sip of the almost empty cup.

A guard came in carrying the water pitcher and took the cup.

"Where's Andy?", Aramais looked at the door.

"In a meeting with the Director, he wanted to talk to your caregivers before they came back in", the guard handed the cup back to Aramais.

"Thankyou", Aramais watched the guard nod and leave.

"Do you want a visitor?", Andy came over the intercom, "I found your slippers, you kicked them off to fight remember."

Aramais collapsed into the bed, "a visitor sounds good, that explains why my feet are cold."

The buzzer sounded and Andy came in.

"Are you feeling okay?", Andy set a few things on the table, and carried the slippers to Aramais, "want me to put them on you."

Aramais sat up with a groan and wince, "sore, being thrown against the wall and pumbled by a stronger human weapon has that affect", he lifted his feet, "please, I can't bend right now."

"I can imagine", Andy sighed as he put the slippers on Aramais's feet, "I was so, uh, concerned. When you jumped out of your chair, no thoughts about what you were running into. It struck me just how amazing, but terrifying you and the others were."

Aramais smiled, "all I could think of was protecting Whumpee. They are still young and inexperienced in our world, but the moment they switched to their survival mode, I realized that I might would have to stop them from attacking everyone else if Mitch didn't stop them. They seem to have no control over their survival mode yet, something Mitch was supposed to be training them for."

Andy nodded, "I appreciate you doing that, I felt safer with you there", Andy winked. "So I brought your favorites, I figured you'd want some snacks. Let me help you eat, I know you're sore."

Mcgee peaked into Jaimie's room and heard her snoring.

A note was scribbled and left on the table.

"Mcgee, culd I have sume chipps and grappes, plese?", Jaimie had tiredly written with a shaky hand. She wasn't the best with spelling yet.

Mcgee smiled at the note, and rushed to the kitchen.

Jaimie heard the buzzer when Mcgee came back in carrying the snacks.

She slowly lifted her head and looked.

"Hey, I got you chips and grapes, and I even grabbed a juice for you", Mcgee carried the tray to Jaimie, "no need to get up, I can imagine you don't want to move much."

"It hurts to move", Jaimie sat up slowly, "but I can manage."

"Besides being sore, are you okay? Do you need help with anything", McGee grabbed a seat.

"No thankyou", I appreciate these snacks though.

"Thankyou for, you know, doing what you did", Mcgee watched Jaimie eat away at the grapes, "because of you, Aramais, and Whumpee we are safe. I'm sorry you had to be in that situation though."

"You're welcome", Jaimie grinned, "it felt kind of good to get back into it, you know. That was my entire life, though I don't hate this new life either."

"Maybe we can work on something to help you get that action again... if you like", Mcgee grinned.

"That would be fun, I'd like that", Jaimie smiled as they sipped at the juice, "I miss being active."

Caretaker watched on the camera for several minutes.

"Has Whumpee moved at all?", Caretaker questioned.

"They haven't. Their vitals, for the most part are okay", a guard zoomed in, "they seem to be sleeping still. They do normally get pretty tired after survival mode."

"I'm just going to go in and sit, I don't want them to be alone anymore", Caretaker went to the door and buzzed into Whumpee's room.

Thirty minutes passed before Whumpee's woke up.

"Aaahhhh!", Whumpee screamed when they saw Caretaker, they jumped up then grabbed their stomach, "oww", they groaned.

"Whumpee", Caretaker stood, but didn't move, "Whumpee are you with me, I'm not approaching until I know you're there."

Whumpee weakly looked at Caretaker, "sorry, you scared me, I thought you were.... someone else."

"Okay, I'm going to approach you slowly", Caretaker stepped closer, "if you feel uncomfortable at all, let me know, and I'll stop. We are on your time."

Whumpee grimaced as they moved to sit up, they watched Caretaker start walking to them.

They would admit it was strange that they're friend seemed terrifying to them right now. Everything was scary.

"We doing okay?", Caretaker stopped.

Whumpee felt tears in their eyes, "no", Whumpee whispered through a sob, "I'm scared."

"Okay, it's okay", Caretaker sighed, "I'm going to step back and let you have some space. It's okay that you're scared, you've had a scary evening."

Whumpee watched them step back a few feet.

"How's this?", Caretaker leaned against Whumpee's table.

Whumpee nodded, "okay", they whispered, "are you mad at me or scared of me now, I don't want you to be scared of me."

"Aww Whumpee, of course I'm not mad at you. You had no control over what happened, and you did what you had to do. You saved us", Caretaker sighed, "as for being scared of you, I've always aired on the side of caution do to you being a human weapon, but I'm not scared of you. How could I be scared of you?"

"You watched what I did", Whumpee whispered trying to fight crying, "I shouldn't be..."

"Now you hush", Caretaker frowned, but tried not to be to stern, "this shouldn't have happened, that person should have never been able to get that close to you. You three should not of been put into a situation like this. You've never shown any signs of doing that to me, and you've warned us when your survival mode was starting so we could get to safety."

Caretaker sighed as they saw Whumpee look down.

"You are not that, I am not afraid of you, I promise", Caretaker tried to say comfortingly, "I'm not mad either, I am happy you're safe, and I am relieved that I am talking to you right now."

Caretaker smiled, "and that I can give you these", he pulled out some cookies from his coat pocket, "chef made these special for you. I am going to hand these to you so you don't have to get up, and I'm going to sit down in my normal spot."

Whumpee looked at the cookies not hiding a grin as they reached for them.

"There you are", Caretaker smiled, "we'll get through this I promise you."

Caretaker took a seat by the table and watched Whumpee fumble with the wrapping for a second before opening.

"Chef makes the best cookies", Whumpee smiled wider, "how do you know we'll get through this?"

"Well, I just got close enough to you to give you cookies", Caretaker pointed out, "that's something."

Whumpee gave a shocked expression.

"It's on your time Whumpee, this is not a setback at all. It's just an obstacle to get through, and there will be more down the road", Caretaker sat down, "I promise, it's all going to be okay. Even if we have to eat all of the cookies in the world, I promise you will be okay and safe, all three of you."

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This may have gotten out of hand but uh... Pirate Eddie and Royalty Steve au

Prince Steve Harrington is the eldest and only legitimate child of King and Queen Harrington. Rich, privileged, and so so lonely. A puppet of his parents. He got thrown into lesson upon lesson at their insistence.  Swordfighting, war tactics, horse riding, map reading, Latin, politics, money, and deals and anything his parents could throw at him.

And some of it he actually enjoyed. He loved to sword fight, to train, to ride his horse and hunt. Anything that involved getting out, moving his body. And some of it he was good at. He knew people- their thoughts and feelings and how their emotions influenced their actions. He knew what to say to get someone to listen to him. What carefully placed words and insults could have someone cowering. He could manipulate anyone if he wanted. But all that was still never enough for his parents. He was never enough.

He fell in love with Nancy but her family wasn't prestigious enough for the Harrington's. She ripped his heart out and crushed it between the palms of her hands so he supposes that doesn't even matter anymore.

He befriended the noble courtiers of Tommy, Carol, and Nicole - but they were only in it for the money and the influence. They didn't care about Steve. Power hungry assholes who got off on being above others. It's a wonder his father didn't like them more.

And then it was all for fucking nothing. Their trips to other kingdoms started getting longer and longer until Steve barely sees them anymore. And he isn't allowed to be involved in the day to day running of the kingdom - his father has advisors for that - so what's the fucking point of Steve?

He turns himself around. Tries to be nicer. Better. Befriends a girl who works on the palace grounds - Robin. And a young squire - Dustin. People his parents would despise but he loves with all his heart.

And then there's Eddie. Eddie the Banished - wanted pirate in his own right but more well known for being the son of the Dread Pirate Munson. Who sailed the seas, slaughtered the navy, stole from merchants, was wanted for years before it all caught up with him and he was imprisoned and hung at the gallows.

Following in his father's footsteps wasn't exactly what he wanted for himself - but he was good at it, he was poor, and he wasn't about to conform to the standards of a society who despises him. So he leans into it. Puts on the mask of the terrifying pirate they want him to be. With his long curly hair, tricorn hat, long black coat and sword always at his waist.

Was the underdog for a long time, but is now getting well known in the pirate and unlawful community of being someone who takes in people who need a place. His crew is full of them. His little sheepies.

On a fairly frequent basis Eddie will dock his ship in a secluded cove near by the Kingdom of Hawkins. Eddie dresses down, blends in with the crowd, becomes just another guard on a ship at the dock. Eddie dresses down, blends in with the crowd, becomes just another dock worker off shift. Where he can sell what needs to be sold, his crew can stock up on supplies, and Eddie can visit his uncle Wayne. The man who raised him once his father was hung, who loves him even with his career.

It's on one of these trips where he meets Steve. A man clearly high born, but dressing down to blend in with the people a bit better than normal. He intrigues Eddie. Plus, he's handsome as hell. And so he approaches him. They talk, they flirt, and neither man reveals who they really are. And then they leave.

Only, next time Eddie visits Hawkins, he meets Steve again. And they talk and flirt and agree to meet up next time Eddie's in town. And it keeps happening, both men feeling a pull towards the other. Until it comes to a head and one night they're kissing in a dark alley behind some shitty tavern they were drinking at. They rent a room above the tavern, spending the night naked and wrapped in the others arms. Only it isn't just a one time thing. They continue to see one another when they can.

Eventually, Eddie admits he's a pirate and Steve replies that nothing could change how much he loves him. It all seems too good to be true. And it is.

One day, they get caught by the royal guard. Eddie gets locked up in chains and dragged to prison. Steve gets a full guard to drag him back to his father - home from a trip for once. Steve hates himself. Hates how he wilts in front of his fathers steely gaze. Hates how he'll be haunted by the look on Eddie's face as he gets dragged away in irons as he realises that Steve isn't just some noble - but the Prince.

And then I have such a VIVID SCENE idea stuck in my head of Steve breaking into the prison to see Eddie. He needs to see him. To talk to him. And if that means throwing his name around and blackmailing a few guards then so be it. Steve is wrapped in a dark cloak, satchel over one shoulder, dim lantern in one hand. He walks down the corridor, searching the cells for Eddie. He finds him down the end, hunched over a ripped straw mattress.

"Eddie," he says, voice an exhale of air. Eddie whips his head up, turning to look and as soon as he sees Steve he is rushing towards the bars of his cell. Both of them, hands reaching through the bars and desperately grasping at clothes, at skin - pulling the other as close as they possibly can. Steve can feel the bars digging into his body but in the moment he doesn't care.

"Why didn't you tell me Steve?" Eddie asks. Voice quiet.

"Because of this. Because I didn't want anything happening to you because of me. Because..." Steve stills. "Because I'm not Prince Harrington when I'm with you. I'm just Steve. And I was selfish and wanted that feeling to last as long as I could."

"Stevie," Eddie replies, gaze melting into fondness as he peers at Steve through the bars. "Nothing could change how much I love you."

Steve is tearing up now. That's what he said to Eddie when he revealed he was a pirate. "You're using my words against me"

"What can I say," Eddie replies. "You're a smart guy."

"I'll get you out of here Eds. If it's the last thing I do." Steve says. And he means it.

And then they're kissing through the bars, desperately, hungrily, hands gripping clothes and necks and pulling and grasping. Lips on lips with the cool metal bars pressing into their faces.

oooooh babe you fucked me up with this one!!! The heartbreak and pain and soul crushing lonliness Steve has endured in his life! The love and acceptance he has found in Robin and Dustin. The fact that because of Eddie he is finally having fun, finally feeling wanted and desired and cared for!!! Prince Steve my heart belongs to you! and i LOVE the scene you described! Kissing each other through the bars because they just need each other in whatever way they can get to each other!!! I really love the idea of pirate Eddie and have this little image in my head

Before Eddie's ship, Hellfire, docks the crew get ready. They change the flag, hide the canons, stow everything suspicious below deck. They get on their civilian clothes and they are excited, yes they love the sea but getting back on land gives them all chances to rest, to find their land locked friends and catch up with their families and Eddie is no exception.

He changes into less conspicuous clothes, swaps out his obvious pirate garb for more understated black trousers, long black great coat with tarnished buttons, simple shirt, no obvious symbols of thieving and lawlessness. He doesn't remove all of his jewelry though, he knows he should, would blend in better but there isn't day since his 9th birthday that he hasn't worn the necklace Wayne gave him. Refuses the remove the ring gifted to him by Gareth when Eddie agreed to take him in. A large majority of his jewellry means something so he keeps on what he can.

And with that Eddie Munson is on land, walking amongst the unsuspecting. THe thing is he can't really blend in, not properly, Eddie has always walked with a swagger in his step and it's only gotten worse from his time on the sea. He has played the 'fearsome pirate' character so long he doesn't really know how to turn the persona off. So he's sitting in a tavern, looking cocky because that's a way he keeps himself and his crew safe, when the most handsome man he's ever seen walks in. Jeff notices Eddie's change immediately and nudges Gareth 'watch out, captain is in the throes of love again'. Eddie slaps the back of Jeff's head but he doesn't contradict the statement as he makes to stand and basically struts up to the bar. Eddie slides some coins over the surface of the bar and nods to the man 'whatever you want, I got it' winking as leans back against the bar surface. The man gives him a once over,

'hmm don't know if you can afford my tastes'

and steps in close to Eddie. Eddie reaches for the man's hand and pulls it up to his mouth, planting a kiss just above his knuckles 'sweetheart you are going to be trouble, lucky for you, I love trouble. I'm Eddie, do you have a pretty name to match the face?'

The man lets Eddie keep a hold of his hand as a smile spreads across his face 'Steve, you can call me Steve'