#oh right i have a tag for this show ive barely watched

[adenobabe]

Let me help you darlin’

My first iii fic 🥹 there will be many more to come. I love this man so much and am truly feral for him in the smuttiest and sweetest ways!! 🌸

This is a long one….if you love iii as much as I do, I hope you enjoy! xx

Tags/warnings: sleep token iii x F!reader, no y/n, you’re his assistant, smut, fluff, slow burn (it’s worth it trust me), friends to lovers, iii is a sweetie and has a filthy mouth, teasing, oral (f receiving), explicit language, he talks you through it, praise kink, size kink, p in v (intercourse), love making if you squint, light choking, hand kink.

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It has been a very long tour. So much travelling, so many late nights and long hours but it’s also been one of the most rewarding experiences you have ever had. As the assistant to Vessel, iii, iv and ii you have naturally developed strong bonds with each of them. Whether it be coffee runs, admin work, organising their outfits, helping to apply their body paint, you were their right hand woman for everything. You truly loved every minute of it and made such special bonds with them all, especially iii. You both just clicked from the beginning. It was honestly impossible not to considering you were often sharing a tour bus with him and the rest of the boys. Most nights were spent playing Mario Kart or Fortnite with iii and eventually falling asleep on opposite ends of the couch together. Your giggles and laughs late into the night with each other filling the bus. None of the boys batted an eye though in fact they just enjoyed your company so much and how happy your friendship made iii.

Although you were beyond happy for the success of the tour and glad you were all going to finally be able to take a break, you couldn’t help but feel slightly upset at the fact that tonight was the last show. As you heard the crowd cheer for their closing, you saw iii come around first backstage. You watched him as he made his way through the crew. Things between yourself and iii were always kept at the friend level and you tried to remain professional in most settings, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the longing glances and attraction you both started to develop for one another over the past few months. Really from the moment you both met. You’d always found iii so incredibly attractive, you’d never admitted it to him of course, always trying to push it away or push down the feelings and thoughts you had about him. The sexual tension had been building for quite a while now, especially living in such close quarters with him. You just couldn’t deny the pull to him you felt. Every time you saw him you felt yourself spiralling, your heart would race and your thoughts battling between he’s your friend stop it and god just take me now. And in this moment you definitely could not ignore the wetness pooling in your panties and the throbbing between your legs you felt seeing him masked up, his hair hanging over his face and sweat dripping down his neck leaving a trail of peeled back paint his bare skin peeking through, as he made his way through backstage. Oh god he looked so hot.

His eyes lit up as soon as he spotted you amongst the crew making a b-line straight for you. “There you are, love!” You snapped out of your lustful thoughts, and relaxed the suddenly apparent tight grip you had on your clipboard. You beamed up at iii, his height towering over you. “You did so great out there! What a way to end the tour!” You said with such pride. “Thank you love we could not have done this without you, I really mean it.” He leaned down for a hug and lifted you up catching you by surprise. You giggled as the clipboard you were holding fell on the floor. “Oopsie sorry my bad darlin!” iii said as he put you back down. You both went to reach for it bumping heads. “Oh god love I am so sorry! I didn’t mean-” he placed his hand on your forehead “no no it’s fine I’m so stupid!” You laughed. iii delicately held your forehead in his hands and you met each others gaze his hand dropping to the side of your cheek. You felt your cheeks blush under his big hands his eyes wandering to your lips and back up to your eyes. “You look really beautiful tonight love.” You held his gaze, unable to say anything back shocked by his compliment, his big beautiful blue eyes staring into yours before suddenly seeing Vessel come into your peripheral as he made his way off stage. “Sorry I um l didn’t mean to- is your forehead okay?” iii quickly took his hands off you and straightened himself up. You nodded back at him “yeah I’m okay…I better go check to see if anyone needs um water…” You hurried off, accidentally leaving your clipboard behind in your flustered state making your way straight out the venue to the tour bus.

As you made your way inside you sat on one of the couches in a huff and turned the A/C on desperate to cool yourself down. You couldn’t stop thinking about iii’s hands on you, how big they were how good his hand would feel around your throat and his fingers inside- did he really mean what he said? no stop he is your boss, your friend. You had already blurred the lines so much considering you spent most nights gaming together and developed such a close friendship not to mention how much just a graze of his finger or his eyes on you you lit up a fire deep in your core.

The boys wouldn’t be back for a while so you knew you had some time to get dressed up before joining them for a big celebratory drinks and dinner with the rest of the crew. You sat for a moment your thoughts spinning when suddenly you realised how quiet it was, it was the first time in weeks you were completely alone and if you’re being honest it had also been weeks since you had gotten off, there was never any privacy. With the sexual tension between you and iii brewing it was becoming torturous not being able to let all of it out. There were times you tried to but with iii sleeping right above you in his bunk, you just knew you wouldn’t be able to contain your pathetic whimpers as you played with yourself thinking about his fingers being your own. Perhaps you could take some time to sort yourself out before getting dressed up to go out for dinner you thought to yourself. You needed this out of your system.

After having a cool shower you dried yourself off and threw on a robe making your way back to the couch. As you got yourself comfortable you closed your eyes, took some slow deep breaths, and let your mind wander soon enough landing on iii. Your mind was racing with the thought of him between your legs eating you out or him towering over you his hand on your throat ramming his cock into you making you take all of him. You were desperate to hear him moan in your ear or have his hands in your hair as you take him in your mouth and down your throat. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore and slipped your fingers down into your panties gathering your slick to rub long big circles on your clit teasing yourself, your robe falling down your shoulders. Your breath hitched throwing your head back as you bucked your hips up desperate for more. God this felt so good. You slid your panties down your legs allowing your legs to fall open spreading them out on the couch. Your fingers quickened around your clit in fast tight small circles, pumping your fingers in and out of your dripping hole, your climax building as you moaned getting lost in the feeling and fantasy of iii filling and stretching you out “oh iii fuck baby.” Your breath quickened, moans leaving your lips completely letting yourself get lost in your fantasy. Just as you were about to reach your high, the door to the bus opened suddenly and iii entered, your clipboard in his hand. Your eyes shot open you froze in disbelief your fingers still inside of you. He saw the panic on your face as he stood there in shock seeing you sprawled out on the couch your pussy dripping and the flustered look on your face. You saw his eyes drop to your fingers, the sound of the clipboard dropping to the floor quickly bringing you back to reality.

You quickly closed your legs scrambling to use your robe to cover yourself. “Fuck oh god iii I am..I am so sorry I um-” you cheeks flushed intensely as you stood up and tightened your robe. “I am so sorry I-you left your clipboard I came to bring it back I didn’t mean to walk in on you-” iii picked up your clipboard and set it down on the table. “NO I um- fucking hell, it’s okay I didn’t know you would be back for a while I well I just needed some alone time you know? It’s been a while and god this is so embarrassing.” You awkwardly crossed your arms and looked down at the floor. “I get it trust me, I’m sorry I ruined it for you I could tell you were close. You um you look really beautiful like that actually.” iii moved closer to you. “You-you what?” You looked at him in disbelief the aching between your legs building again just at his words. “Yeah, I could tell by that pretty look on your face you were close.” He placed his hand under your chin moving your face to meet his gaze, “You know….I could help you with that darlin.” iii stood in front of you looking down at you. His hand moved to yours bringing your fingers to his mouth taking his mask off. You watched him transfixed on him, your heart racing and your knees getting weak as he put your fingers in his mouth licking and sucking them clean, the same fingers you were just using to play with yourself. “Fuck you taste so good, love. You have no idea how long I’ve been desperate to taste you, to kiss you, to make you cum over and over again.” He moved his hand to your cheek “Tell me you feel the same way. Tell me I’m not absolutely mad for thinking you want this just as much as I do.” He says running his hand through your hair lingering as he brings his hand down your neck gently moving his thumb over your pulse. You take his hand in yours moving his hand down to your wetness. You moan at the contact as you confess to him “feel that? That’s because of you. You have no idea how crazy you make me. For weeks I’ve wanted nothing more than your hands on me or in me. Just the thought of you makes me so wet.” you move his fingers around your clit whimpering. iii’s eyes grow darker as he feels your wetness dripping onto his fingers “fuck” is all that leaves his lips as barely a whisper.

All his patience gone now that he knows you want him just as bad as he wants you, the months of sexual tension erupting inside of him and finally his lips are on yours passionately groaning into your mouth as he holds your face with his other hand. You moan into his mouth the feeling of him rubbing circles on your clit, his tongue now in your mouth making you head fuzzy and the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach grow again. iii pulls away from the kiss “You sure about this love” his lips hovering over yours, his other hand caressing your cheek and moving your hair behind your shoulder. “More than anything iii, please I need you.” iii smiles back at you his lips back on yours as he picks you up wrapping your legs around him neither of you breaking the kiss. His big hands holding your legs around him pressing you into him as he moves them underneath your ass his long fingers grazing your aching core. You can feel how hard he is underneath his pants, his hard cock pressing into your stomach begging for release. He moves you both the edge of the couch setting you down and dropping to his knees. He pulls you by your legs closer to him. “Lay back for me love need to taste your pretty pussy.” You lay back as iii’s gaze drops to your dripping mess below. You watch him as he spreads your legs resting your calves on his shoulders. “Fuck me you are so perfect.” His hands smooth up and down your thighs moving over your lower stomach taking in the site before him before bringing one hand to rest on your thighs the other rubbing through your folds his two fingers rubbing up and down gathering your wetness. You moan watching him as he teases your clit moving his two fingers up and down slowly. “Mmm that feel good baby? Look at how wet you are. A dripping mess all for me? I’m so lucky.” You buck your hips at him the feeling of his long fingers moving achingly slow over your clit sending jolts of pleasure through you. “Oh yeah that definitely feels good doesn’t it? I’ll speed up soon baby just want to savour this as long as I can. I’ve waited so so long.”

He moves his hands down your thighs moving himself closer to your pussy your thighs on his shoulder as he brings his hands to rest on your sides caressing you gently with his thumbs. He looks up at you, your breath hitching as he gets achingly closer. You watch him below you holding his gaze as he kisses your clit before licking a long stripe all the way from your dripping hole to your clit, kissing it again sucking gently. You moan tightening your thighs around him locking your legs behind his head. Running your fingers through his hair gently tugging earning yourself a groan from him. “Jesus fucking Christ you taste so good I could do this forever.” His hands held your sides his long fingers resting below your breasts. “iii please-” you pleaded his slow pace and gentle kisses driving you crazy your wetness dripping down his chin. “I know, I know darling. You’re doing so well. Just so beautiful.” His fingers replacing his tongue as he calmed you down with his voice. “Feels so good hmm? How about this?” He pushed two fingers into your pussy moaning as the sounds of your wet squelching filled the room his fingers stroking a spot in you that made you clench around him. “Want me to go faster honey? You look so fucking hot with my fingers inside of you.” he asked as he pumped his fingers in and out of you “want you to fucking suffocate me with your pussy.” His tongue back on your clit his gaze up at you watching you get closer and closer to coming undone for him. You could barely let out a coherent thought your mouth open your chest heaving up and down as you could feel his pace quickening his face fully buried in you now, squirming under his hands holding you in place your breathy moans becoming louder nearly screaming in pleasure as he sucked on your clit. “iii oh god I’m so close you’re gonna make me cum. Don’t stop.” He moaned against your clit moving his hands to your hips pulling you closer to him, sending vibrations through you and tipping you over the edge your pussy clenching around his fingers, weeks of pent up sexual frustration spilling down his chin dripping to the floor below you both. His fingers fucking you through your orgasm and tongue working quick over your clit he glanced up at you watching you come undone for him, because of him, it drove him crazy, grinding his hard cock into the couch desperate for some kind of friction, his cock leaking precum into his boxers.

Waves of pleasure continued to wash over you, your vision blurry and your legs still shaking as iii slowly pulled his fingers out of you bringing them up to his mouth to taste you one last time. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. You are so beautiful when you cum for me.” You looked up at him his tall figure coming into focus as you felt his hand move to the side of your face caressing your cheek. “You okay love?” You nodded in response “best orgasm of my life.” You pull him to you gently kissing his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue, as iii moves you back onto the couch him laying on top of you between your legs your robe discarded somewhere on the floor.

You move your hands up his torso and down to his pants. “You’re still fully clothed, that’s not fair now is it?” You smiled up at him as you sat up reaching to push his pants down his cock desperately hard a wet spot on his boxers. Your eyes widen at the size of him, even in his boxers he looks so big. Your pussy throbs at the excitement and nervousness of feeling him fill you up and being inside of you. iii sees your reaction and kisses your forehead and moves your hand over him. “Feel how hard you make me? Every single day for months I’ve been achingly hard for you desperate to fuck your pretty pussy.” He whispers against your lips kissing your cheek down your jaw to your neck. You move your hand to his waistband pushing them down freeing him from his boxers. “Fuck” he hisses through his teeth feeling the cool air on him bucking his cock into your hand. You stroke his long thick veiny length his hand coming to rest behind your head kissing you and moaning into your mouth thrusting himself into your hand. “iii you’re…you’re so big.” You say against his lips as you gather your slickness moving it over the tip of his cock. iii groaned at the feeling hanging his head over you his hair tickling your face. “My sweet boy.” You say as you move his hair from his face tucking it behind his ears. “Making my cock leak so much, so hard for you love.” His breath hitched as you continued to work over the tip of his cock moving down his shaft, lightly tugging on his balls. “Here baby let me make you more comfortable.” You moved his pants and boxers down more throwing them and his shirt somewhere across the room. You caught a glimmer of nervousness in him that made your heart swell. “Doing alright sweet?” “Never better” he smiled at you as you brought his face back down to yours kissing him deeply. iiis hands moved to your legs spreading them to rest himself between them. Sitting up he wrapped his hand around his cock moving it up and down your wet folds groaning at the slickness covering him lightly tapping on your clit sending jolts through your body. You grabbed for him bringing him back down as you wrapped your legs around him moving against his cock coatings your wetness over him. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you realised you were about to be stretched out and filled to the brim by the man you’ve been pining for, for so long. Seeing him like this, so hard and desperate for you, grinding against you made your head dizzy and your desire grow and grow. iii kissed down your neck sucking and biting at your skin licking the wound that was sure to leave a mark. You didn’t care, you wanted him to claim you as his.

iii moved his hand back down to his cock pressing his tip at the entrance of you his eyes on you watching you as he pushed in inch by inch. “Fuck. That’s it love, relax for me doing so well.” His size bigger than you’ve ever experienced before, he filled you completely to the brim inch by inch stretching you so good. “Oh god-” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he filled you completely bottoming out in you, your pussy clenching around him. iii stilled in you letting you adjust to his size. “Fuck you’re so tight around me. Feel so fucking good.” He leaned down his hand guiding you to look at him before kissing your lips. With your legs wrapped around him he started moving in and out of you slowly, moans and curses leaving both of your mouths as you met him with each thrust in disbelief with how good he felt, how good he was making you feel. You’ve never had someone make you completely lose yourself in ecstasy and moan in the ways you are right now. It was truly heaven. You felt so close to him so intimate with him. iii moved the hair out of your face, thrusting in and out of you, moaning against your lips “so beautiful. Taking me so well. Want to be inside you forever.” You felt his cock twitching in you as he moved his hand down between you rubbing circles on your clit, your breathing becoming erratic again breathy moans and whimpers escaping your lips your fingernails digging into his back. “That’s it baby. You sound like heaven. Making me so feral for you seriously.” You moved his hand desperately to your throat your hand on top of his, his eyes going wide. “Need your big hands around my throat.” “Fuck.” He kept his hand around your throat gently pressing the sides of your neck and releasing as he pumped in and out of you quicker his other hand continuing to rub circles around your clit. You felt your climax building and building as iii pressed his forehead against yours, breathing into each other “fuck iii I’m so close.” “Me too baby cum for me, cum all around my cock.” iii kept his pace in and out of you circling your clit staring into each others eyes, you came undone again throbbing and tightening around his cock, your back arching off the couch and mouth falling open, your orgasm ripping through you from head to toe you swore you died and went to heaven. iii’s hands were all over you as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm your moans spurring him on. He linked his arms under your thighs pressing them into the mattress, pumping in and out of you faster, and groaning against your lips “oh fuck take all of me in your pussy, feel all of me, you feel so good.” The squeezing of you around him milking his cock, his thrusts becoming erratic. You held him close your orgasm washing over you, grabbing his face to look at you spurring him on as he chased his release “look at me when you cum in me iii. You feel so big so thick and big inside of me.” iii came hard moaning against your lips his head falling to the side of you as hot ropes of cum painted your insides. The feeling of him twitching inside of you, his praises and moans bringing you close to yet another orgasm. iii kept fucking into you slowly, his cock still hard riding his high until he stilled in you both of you coming down from your highs. He kissed you slowly with so much passion savouring the taste of you on his lips, butterflies growing in your stomach again. “I could do this all night. Want to be inside you forever.” You moved his hair out of his face looking into his eyes “me too baby.” You and iii spent another hour making each other come undone over and over the dinner you were meant to be having with the rest of the boys and crew becoming a lost thought.

Ok I could write forever about this man. Byeeeee!

[ahoneesan]

anyways i think benten is a little more hashtag me but ryuunosuke's entire gender situation is way way way too cute to ignore

[sinnerlillith]

My good (bad) boy

summary: a confused Eddie said nothing while a "client" of his flirted with him, so he needs to be taught a lesson.

includes: sub (slight brat) Eddie, slight brat tamer reader, hand cuffs, nipple stimulation, hair pulling, choking, underwear gag, biting, hickeys, unprotected sex

A/N: ive seen no fics where eddie has sensitive nipples, so i wrote this one to show how much my *very correct and factual* sensitive nipples head cannon suits him 

word count: 5.8k

"She's supposed to be here by now." you grumble impatiently. You and your boyfriend have been waiting 30 minutes longer than the agreed time that his client was supposed to arrive, so now you're both sitting in his van in an empty parking lot at sundown.

Eddie turns his head to yours, which isn't even looking his way. You're looking straight ahead, arms crossed in disappointment. "Yeah I know, but she's been late before so I'm not surprised." He says to you, flatly. He takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out of his open window that his arm is resting on. 

Eddie actually hates the idea of taking you to a drug deal. He always refuses to let you tag along, but this is a repeat client who is practically harmless so he doesn't mind selling her some weed while y'all are hanging out after his band practice.

You sigh. “Yeah, but this is stupid. We should leave if she doesn’t show up in the next-”

A small white car pulls up into your right side view before you can finish your sentence. It then parks with its blinding headlights directly in-front of eddies van, both fronts of the cars facing each other. 

“Finally.” Eddie says under his breath. You realize that must be the client. Your eyes adjust to the headlights and see 3 girls in the car. Two in the front and one in the back. I thought it was supposed to be one chick...? You say in your head, but before you can turn to ask Eddie, he’s stepping out of the van and grabbing his black metal lunch box, window still open. He wants this deal over as soon as possible so he can take you both to his trailer. He drops the cig on the floor and puts it out under his black boots, shutting the van door.

The girl in the back gets out to meet Eddie as he walks to the side on your left to meet her. Her pleated baby blue skirt bounces with each step of her white converse and white frilly socks to match. He dirty blonde hair is in a pony tail with an even bluer scrunchy. You notice the girls giggle in the car as they watch their friend excitedly step out and walk to him. 

“Hiiii Eddieee” she says with a high pitched voice. It seems like she’s drunk but she’s really not, she just gets flustered around Eddie. 

“Tina.” he greets her back with the complete opposite energy. He places his box on the hood of the girls car and pulls out Tinas usual amount of weed. 

“Ok so, for this half ounce that’ll be-”

“You look so good in that jacket, by the way...” Tinas eyes move from the bottom of his leather jacket covering his hellfire shirt to his shoulders underneath it, then back to his eyes. 

“Um, thanks? Anyways,” his full body is now turned to Tina as he holds the bag in his right hand, he gives it a little shake. “You should already know how much it costs anyway, so...” his eyes trail down to her hands, waiting for her to pull out cash. 

“Oh, right!” She says while turning to her car. She taps the window so her friends know to roll it down for her. She dives full torso into the open car window, only leaving her rear and legs to hang out, skirt beginning to ride up. Exactly what she hoped for. She purposefully searches for her cash longer than needed, hoping Eddie is staring at her bare legs but his eyes are looking away. His head turns to his left shoulder as his left hand comes up to rub his nose. 

You’re scoffing at this obvious failed display of flirting. I mean, this girl has to be way more direct to get through Eddies thick skull. She takes out the cash and counts it up, placing it in his now open left hand. Before he can take his hand away, she’s grabbing it. His eyes look into hers, confused. She’s smiling at him as she says “Before this is over, you should come hang out with us!” 

Her eyelashes flutter. Eddie chuckles awkwardly and says “Nah, actually. I’m good.” shaking his head slowly. “Oh come onnn,” Tina whines “We need more hot guys for our party, plus you can sell more!” that smile still on her face, Eddies hand was still being gripped. 

“She did not just...” you mumble to yourself, now staring daggers at her. You hold off on stepping out of his van and walking up to his side to hang onto his arm, whining “Baby, whats taking so long?” You want to see how he would handle the situation on his own.

Hot guys? Eddie says in his own head, taken aback by how and why his client thinks he’s hot. He pulls his left hand out of her hands and replaced her empty hands with her weed in one swift, yet awkward, motion. “Im... busy tonight.” he says with an awkward smile on his face. 

“Whattt? What on earth could Eddie Munson be busy doing? You got a girlfriend or something?” She teased, hoping he would say he’s single.

“Yeah yeah, alright Tina. I get it.” He pockets the money she handed to him.

You see his reaction and actually feel a little frustrated. Why didn’t he say he’s busy with his girlfriend instead? or, ‘Yeah, I have a girlfriend, stop flirting. It’s not gonna happen.’ ? Why is he so hesitant to mention me, I’m right here like 5 feet behind him?

“Thanks for buyin’ I guess, gotta go.” He says as he points behind him to his van with his lips in a flat line and eyes widened in disbelief. He then turns to grab his lunch box and shuffles to his door quickly. Tina drops her hands to her sides with a bratty frown and turns heel to enter the car her friends are in. They laugh at her as she enters, you notice her mouth a “shut up” to them. 

The door opens to his van as he places the lunchbox at your feet before climbing into his seat. “Well,” he says in a huff as he rolls up the window and starts the van. “That was... something.” He turns to you with a half grin, expecting you to agree, but you ignore him. You don’t look his way, you just yawn and cross your arms. His eye brow raises, but then he turns back to face the front as he reverses out to leave the parking lot. The whole ride you barely talked to him.

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You’re both finally parked at the trailer park and Eddie is still disturbed by your lack of words. 

“You tired?” he asks, hands on the wheel shutting the car off. His head turns to you.

“Something like that.” you say emotionless, straight faced, and without looking his way. He notices something is up, but you are already unfastening your seat belt to get out of the van.

“Whats wrong?” he says so gently and concerned it makes your heart ache. It’s hard to ignore him now that his hand covers your own before your door is fully open.

“Lets just go inside right now.” you say glancing at him then back at the door. You both walk into his trailer. He moves to sit on his couch with a sigh from his long day of practice. You go to stand infront of the outer part of the kitchen, leaning on the back of the counter.

“Did you realize she was flirting with you?” you blurt out as his hair turns to show his face and look at you from his seat on the couch. Your arms are crossed again and it finally clicks in his head. Now he knows why you were so silent. 

His head leans down to his feet, eyes closed, trying to prepare himself for how he wants to tell you that theres nothing to worry about because that wasn't flirting going (in his eyes). Then it lifts back up to look at you with a soft smile. "Honey, baby, that was not flirting." he says to you and you’re absolutely baffled. Your jaw drops at his confidence in his words.

“So, someone calling you hot isn’t flirting?”

“I mean... she was just joking right?” he says, smile now fades. Wait...was she actually flirting with me? I thought she was playing around to get a discount.... He begins to question the situation. His eyes trail away as he thinks.

“Ok fine. So if a guy tells me to come to his party because he needs more ‘hot girls’ there,” you say with air quotes, “then he’s totally not flirting, right?”

“Well.... yeah I guess he is...” he says, his heart starts to race at the confrontation. And also the idea of a guy saying that to you, but he tries to ignore it. “But I’m dating you, so her flirting doesn’t matter.”

“Thats the point,” you start to look at him now. “you are dating me, but you never told her that. I’m just a little disappointed. If someone flirted with me so obviously, I would say ‘i have a boyfriend and I’m really not interested.’ I wouldn’t just- never mind, Eddie.” you huff. Your eyes look away from him. You don’t even want to talk about it anymore. It’s starting to piss you off.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I just didn’t kn- there was so much- I was really confused, ok?” he stutters. He’s starting to get nervous as his hands raise to his sides in defense. “I was uncomfortable, that situation was so unexpected. And I thought she was trying to get a discount!” his eyes are wide now. 

A discount? You thought to yourself held back a laugh at his inability to get a clue. You bring your right hand to your eyes to hide your face. You sigh, but it’s not a frustrated sigh. Your shoulders actually relax at his confession. 

He really isn’t used to other girls giving him attention, so he hasn't had much practice with rejection. “Well then Eddie,” you bring your hand down to meet his eyes, “you know what to say next time now, right?” 

He nods. You cant help it, you bust out laughing. You bend over at the waist, tears almost falling out from all the laughter. 

“You idiot!” you laugh still. “You’re lucky you’re cute, man..” you say with a smile as you begin to finish laughing. 

He smiles a toothy grin at you, heart fluttering at your words and laughs. He pats the couch, signaling for you to sit next to him. You walk over to him and have a seat. His arm slides around your waist as he kisses your cheek, then your temple, then back to your cheek again. His kisses trail to your jaw and he’s smiling the whole time. You squirm at the affection, but he holds your body closer to him instead. Kisses not settling down anytime soon. He exhales through his nose with short exhales, almost like he’s laughing at you through his nose. Your hands find their way to his chest and you attempt shove him playfully.

His kisses go from up your neck to your ear, then he whispers “You looked so angry, sweetheart...” more kisses around your ear follows. “I almost asked you if you wanted to take it out on me...” he licks your earlobe with a suggestive smile. You heat up at the contact and his dirty thoughts. Your thighs clench, an idea soon following.

You use force to get up from your spot on the couch and walk away from him, not looking back. 

"Hey wait, where are you going?" he calls out for you.

Little does he know, you're walking into his room to grab his handcuffs. You turn around and walk back out, balancing the cuffs on your right pointer finger. He eyes the cuffs from his spot on the couch, mouthing an "oh" as he sees what you left the conversation to do.

His eyes look up into your own, then you both smile, the same thought in your heads. You walk towards him slowly, eye contact not breaking as he licks his lips in anticipation. You’re soon standing in front of him, in-between his legs on the couch. Your left hand comes out to caress his tangled frizzy hair while his wide palms and veiny hands, adorned with rings, come out to touch the outermost parts of the sides of your exposed thighs in your shorts. He sneaks them around to the backs of your thighs, just below your ass, to give that part of your legs a squeeze, smiling up at you. He breaks eye contact to pull his face forward to place light and gentle kisses on your thighs. You’re looking down at the sight, eyes softening at his sweet kisses. 

“I think...” you say, he meets your eyes in between his kisses, looking up at you as your left hand brushes down the side of his face, cuffs still in your right hand hanging. “....I should teach you a lesson. How does that sound?” you ask in a sultry tone. 

His heart literally skips a beat as his hands grip you harder in a surprised manner. His eyelashes flutter and butterflies arise at his thoughts of all the things you could do to him with those hand cuffs. His lips break away from your thighs to look up as you with a lazy nod. You smile down at him. “Good boy, Eddie. Don’t forget our safe word, ok?” He nods again as you climb down into his lap, placing the hand cuffs besides him so you can put your hands on his shoulders. His hands move up from your thighs to your waist to help guide you onto his lap.

You straddle him and bring his face in for a kiss. The kiss is slow and intimate, as if he’s trying to be apologetic with you. Your head tilts further to the side so your mouths can open more to each other. His hands travel from off your waist to the back pockets of your shorts, squeezing and releasing them. This makes you move your hips inwards and your hands travel to the back of his head, kissing him harder. Your tongues lick over each other as he whines into your mouth, wanting you to tug on his hair, but you’re unaware of that dirty desire of his. You get butterflies at the noise that slipped through him, your hips shifting forward again in response. 

You both start exhaling heavy through your noses. The sounds of your kissing fills the smokey and air freshener scented living room. You break away out of breath, slightly irritated with the amount of clothes separating you both. You tilt your head to the right to tease at his neck, nipping and lightly kissing on it. He moves his head away further to let you cover more areas on his skin. His mouth falls open so he can beg for you to be rougher with his neck.

“Be rougher... please y/n” he pleas. You’re not ready to give him what he wants yet, so you let your lips trail up to his ear. Your hand travels to the back of his neck to pull his body further up, straight against your own.

“You look so good in that jacket...” your voice is pitchy in his ear, mocking Tina from earlier as you talk to him. You bite harshly at his ear lobe, tugging it then releasing.

He attempts to turn his head towards you but fails since your grip on the back of his neck is so strong. He rolls his eyes with a grin at your humor. “y/n...” he says, head falling onto your left shoulder. You smirk at him.

Your mouth travels back down to his ear to speak into it lowly, just barely under your breath. “You look even better with it off...” you place a kiss on his ear, “with all of your clothes off actually.” You pull back to look into his deep brown eyes, and they’re wide with arousal. He was blushing the whole time you were teasing him, but those final words made his dick half hard. 

“Is that so, pretty princess? Well I’m flattered.” he says lowly, trying to give you a hard time and put a dent in your dominance. Your hands travel up to his face, your right thumb presses and traces over his bottom pink lip.

“Take this off for me, tough guy” you ask, dominance not faltering whatsoever  with your hands now on his leather jacket, which hides his firm shoulders. He eyes your mouth, the corner of his lip tugs up into an excited half smirk. “Yes ma’am.” he says through his toothy grin. His dark eyes move up to your own eyes, looking down at him. His back arches and twists to tug off his jacket, never breaking eye contact with you. 

Your stomach flips at his obedience. Both of your hands now rest on his clothed chest, and travel down his abdomen, still holding that intense eye contact, watching his eyebrows shift in pleasure at your slow movements. Your fingertips find the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his shoulders, helping his head come out. His brown frizzy hair falls from underneath the warm fabric and he catches you off guard by going in for a kiss. Your lips meet and his hands are roaming all over your upper body under your shirt, impatiently. 

They trace over the curves of your back, bra strap, dips in your shoulder blades, bumps of your ribcage, warmth of your waist, all of it. His curious hands make your breathing speed up so you break the kiss to catch your breath. 

You lean back and hold his face in your hands. “You know, you really pissed me off earlier Eddie.” You confess carefully, trying not to kill the mood. 

“Oh really?” he says smiling at your lips before he gives them a quick, wet peck. “Fuck me like it then.”

Instant butterflies. Yup, mood was definitely not ruined. In fact, it completely shifted.

“Hands behind your back.” the command falls from your mouth effortlessly, after all, you know exactly that you want. You want to see this ignorantly confident pretty boy restrained at his wrists and drooling as you bounce on his agonizingly hard dick. You want to see his eyes shut in pleasure, eyebrows scrunched tightly on his pretty face, begging, whining, crying for you to go faster. Whimpering how good you feel with a fucked out smile on his warm face. 

He leans forward and crosses his arms behind his back and you reach to the side to grab the cuffs. You lift to your knees to hunch over his shoulder and put the cuffs on him. You struggle at first, but eventually get them on. you’re still hunched over as you ask him if they feel too tight. He says they’re fine and leans back into the back couch cushions fully. You settle back to your spot on his lap, finally noticing how hard he’s gotten and you haven’t even taken your clothes off yet. 

“Oh? You’re a little excited aren't you, honey?” you say sarcastically as you roll your hips on his bulge. His eyes shut, then look back up at you.

“No fuckin shit” he replies out of breath. 

“Damn Eddie, you eat pussy with that mouth of yours?” 

He smiles a devilish grin, definitely not the grin of a man handcuffed on his own couch. “What? You wanna find out or something?” he teases.

“I have a better idea.” You get up from off your spot on his lap. You go to unbutton your shorts which are covered by Eddies shirt he let you wear. You slip them off in front of him, but he cant see your underwear thats still on below your long shirt. He feels so teased, but can’t stop staring. You then pull off your underwear which has a thin first layer of slick from the all the arousal. 

Now that you’re standing commando, you hold your underwear up in your hand, looking down at him with an excited grin. You climb back on top of him while bunching the cloth in your hand. You grab his chin to lift his mouth up and tell him to open it. “Since you were so quiet earlier,” you refer back to his drug deal, stuffing the warm slightly damp fabric into his mouth gagging him, “you’re gonna have to be quiet again now.” successfully shutting him up. 

He’s now cuffed and gagged as you push his hair to the side and start sucking hickeys onto his neck. Your hand travels from the back of his neck, to his collar bone, then to his naked chest. Fingertips brush over his nipple before you go down to his pants. But before you can reach his pants, you notice him tense at your fingertips brushing over his pink nipple. You experimentally bring your pointer and middle fingers back up to squeeze the left and right side of his now hard nipple between your finger pads. He lets out a whimper and his shoulders flinch.

“Oh? sensitive nipples, huh?” He lets out a muffled whine in response, followed by a very shy nod. You smile against the part between his shoulder and base of his neck, licking a long stripe up as you pinch at his nipple again, mixing your teasing nipple stimulation with your warm tongue. His hips buck up and his head falls back onto the couch cushion, exposing his now bruised throat. You’re purposefully not pinching hard since he’s so sensitive, but you want to see how far you can push him.

“If it hurts too bad, give me a sign ok? Like, swing your head around violently or something, ok?” he nods. 

You move your head to the opposite side of his exposed neck to leave marks there. You bite at his skin, then lick over your marks. Your fingers switch to your thumb and pointer finger as you pinch then twist his bud, drawing out muffled groans under your panty gag and short exhales through his nose. His eyes open wide, then squint in pleasure at the celling every time you release his nipple, just to squeeze it again.

You then pull back to look at his face and lift both your hands up over both his nipples. His neck lifts up off the couch to look at your face, but his eyes drop to find your hands instead. Your thumbs and pointer fingers pinch hard and then pull his nipples outward and release them. His chest lifts up making his back arch away from the cushion and towards you, trying to follow the painful and pleasurable stimulation. You release then pinch them again, for longer this time, getting wetter and wetter by the second. You want to see how much he can take, but all he does is make pitcher muffled whines over and over again, one after the other, almost as if he’s going to cry and cum at the same time. His head falls back quickly, eyes shutting, shoulders start to twitch around, and you take this as a sign to give his stimulated buds a break. 

When you pull your fingers off, he starts to breath harsher through his nose, chest matching his puffs. “So I take it you’re having fun?” you tease. Your thumb rubs soothing circles on his nipples, before taking out his gag. You want to hear him respond to you.

“You’re mean, y/n... pinching so roughly like that” he says out of breath, once again. His head and neck lifts from off the upper cushions of the couch .

“Then tell me why you enjoyed it so much...” you say, hands now trailing to the destination they were supposed to be at before. Your fingers tuck into the hem of his boxers under his black jeans, and they just sit there. 

Eddie gets shy at your question, as if he’s ashamed of how much he enjoyed having his nipples played with while your underwear was stuffed into his mouth. “Shut up...” he replies, rolling his eyes, then moving to sit up and rest his head on your left shoulder. 

“Is that a threat?” you question, hand going up the base of his head, gripping on his lower scalp, hair now in your hands. You yank his head back, semi harshly to make him look into your eyes. 

“Fuck, I was waiting for that” he says with a pretty sigh, loving when you pull on his hair. He smiles at your firmness. The effect your dominance has on him is starting to make your toes curl and your exposed groin leak against his dark jeans. You want to fuck him so badly now.

“Well, theres plenty more where that came from, if you be a good boy of course.” You warn, getting up off of him to slide his jeans and boxers down his thighs and stop just before his knees to release his dick. You climb back on-top of him and discard your shirt. His eyes fall to your chest, covered in a bra. He licks his lips at you infront if his dick, only having a bra on. 

Your wetness sits a few inches before his dick, not even touching it. You see his eyes on your body, and you decide to move your hand over to touch your dripping heat. Your middle finger glides over your wet slit effortlessly. You let it slip from the top and bottom of your entrance, collecting your slick on your single finger. He watches and gulps at the sight, only hearing how absolutely fucking wet you are. It’s driving him crazy, he wants to feel what you’re touching surround his shaft.

You let a quiet sigh fall from you lips as you lean into his shoulder. He watches you finger yourself, prepping your hole for his dick. You then bring your fingers up to his mouth and he automatically opens it, leaning forward off the couch with you still on his shoulder letting his tongue fall out to lick up your wetness. 

Your head rises from off his shoulder and now next to his ear. “Are you gonna be a good boy now?” You question lowly into his ear, hovering your entrance over his tip, fingers still being licked up with his tongue. He nods his head up and down in a rushed manner “Mhmm” you hear him say, licking the rest of your wetness of his plush pink lips.

Your hand his tongue was just on moves to press your thumb on one side of his neck, and your other fingers on the opposite side. You begin to choke him lightly in a spot that lets you simultaneously lift his head up so his lips aren’t far from yours. You meet his big deep brown eyes with your own.

You sink down onto him, exhaling through your mouth making both Eddies and your own eyes flutter. You tuck your bottom lip into your mouth as the base of him finally fills you. You rise up again, feeling his bare veins kiss against your walls with every inch until you reach his tip. You sink back down on him slowly, feeling the stretch all over again. His mouth falls open, eyebrows droop downward, wrists behind his back still as he struggles to keep himself from leaning back onto the couch. He wants to kiss you so bad.

Your eyes trail from his eyes to his wet lips. He lets out pleas for you to kiss him, and you do. Ask you kiss, your hand on his neck squeezes harder. You bite on his lower lip and tug it back, making his mouth open so you can slip your tongue in. You begin to stop moving your hips vertically to ride him, and instead shift to roll you hips forward in slow horizontal figure eights. The movements, the kiss, the moans into his mouth create hot and heavy intimacy between you both. 

You start to feel so good that you can’t kiss him back normally anymore. You break the kiss to moan into his neck that your hand is slowly sliding off of. He leans back into the couch and lets out the groans he was holding in. 

The rocking forwards of your hips on him speed up and your hands find his shoulders to stabilize yourself. Your mouth is still moaning onto his neck with a mix of his name and curses. Your face is heating up, you feel euphoric. You lean back, off of his chest.

You meet his face, but he’s... smiling as if he’s amused? 

He opens his mouth to speak, slightly tilting his head to the side. "Is that all you got, sweetheart?" 

He didn’t just... He taunted you?

You move a hand behind his scalp and pull his hair harshly and he lets an entire open mouthed whimper fall out before biting his lip to stifle the rest of his noises. His head is pulled back, neck exposed once again, eyes shut tight in pleasure. His scalp burns at your roughness, but dick twitches at your walls clamping around him. 

“Fuck ” he exhales a shakey moan, making your toes curl.

“Look at me, Eddie.” you say as you stilled on his dick, no longer riding him.

His eyes open. When they do, he sees your underwear in your hand again.

“Open up pretty boy, looks like you want me to use this again.” He opens and you stuff the cloth into his mouth, gagging him again. But this time, your palm goes sideways over his mouth, flatting over the gag. 

You being to lift off of him, just to slam back down roughly. You ride him aggressively like this, hand over his mouth, bodies sweating, the skin of your thighs and base of your ass slapping onto the upper parts of his own thighs.

You take a quick look to admire his body under you. His head has fallen back onto the couch, exposing his neck with that guitar pick necklace he always wears, now sticking to his glistening skin. His neck is covered in your dark purple and red hickeys you gave him. His chest with tattoos rises and falls quickly at your pace. His face, his pretty face... its twisted in pleasure as you feel his drool prick at your palm over his mouth. His eyes shut and open over and over again. You hear him moan even louder due to your roughness, though its muffled. His cuffed hands so badly want to be released so he can hold onto you. He’s losing his mind at the pleasure you’re giving him and needs to grip onto you to bring his head back down to reality. 

You begin to let your own moans out once again. You whimper as you feel your clit bump over his lower abdomen, stimulating it, over and over again. You want to hear his voice, you want to hear how good you’re making him feel. Your palm lifts off his mouth as you tug the gag out. You put your thumb on the middle point of his jaw and chin bone, with the rest of your fingers on the opposite side of his face. You roughly tug his face up to make him look at you.

“Who’s dick is this? who does it belong to?” you huff, still bouncing on him.

“Its yours, all yours” he says all in one rushed exhale.

Your hand moves off his face to snake to the back of his frizzy dark hair, gripping it to keep his head back.

“Say it then” you command with yet another yank at his hair.

“Fuck y/n, I belong to you- shit - nngh”

Your pussy clenches on him at his words.

“Such a good boy for me, baby.” you try to say confidently, but it comes out at a whine. Your harshness begins to crumble, he just feels too good. your stomach is fluttering, your legs tingle, your head falls back. Your hand that was on his scalp releases his hair as it moves down his chest to pinch at his nipple roughly, your head falls back down to look at his reaction.

“You like that dont you?” you smile down at him.

“ha- yes, yeah- ah fuck!” he’s stuttering so much and you can tell by the way he’s gasping that he’s going to cum soon. His shoulders shake because he wants to bring his hands up to cover his mouth, but he can’t. Somehow, that turns him on even more.

“mmm, fucking shit y/n,” he stumbles on his words “gonna- m’ gonna cum..” he whimpers. “’m sorry, so sorry,” he slurs out, “wanted you to- oh god- to..cum first”

You can’t help but smile at him. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder as you moan his name. You don’t even care if he’s going to cum before you do because everything feels so good right now, but you don’t want him to know that yet. You want to play with him for a little longer.

You look into his eyes, still riding him. “You’re mine, you understand?” you pant out, almost out of breath.

He nods aggressively, huffing and panting.

“So say it, Eddie. say it until- oh shit- until you cum” you moan out your last command as his thighs start to shake. His head tucks forward into your neck, arms flinching, wanting to break free. He’s crying out over and over again ‘I’m yours, I’m yours’ until you feel his cum pour inside you. 

You still rotate your hips on him, during and after he cums. You want to cum too but your legs are getting tired. You begin to slow down on him and catch your breath. He’s still inside you as you rest your head on his shoulder and grip his back, letting your body relax. He softens inside you. His head turns to give your own a kiss. You lift yourself off of his half soft shaft, feeling empty.

“Can you take the cuffs off now?” he mumbles against your hair.

“Oh shit, yeah sorry. Forgot” You scramble to get them off, still straddling him. He brings his uncuffed wrists forward and rubs them. He puts his ringed hands on your shoulder blades and brushed them down over your back while kissing your cheeks and neck, making you shudder. You still haven’t cum after all, and you really want to. You let your neck move to the side and you whine his name, still very horny.

He speaks against your neck between kisses. “Yes, I do eat pussy with this mouth by the way.” you giggle tiredly at him. “Lean back for me, pretty.” 

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i told yall he has sensitive nipples, and now i have officially proved it, 3 days after my promise. comment your favorite part/detail so i know what to continue writing into my fics :) 

plz reblog if you enjoyed. or if you’re wet n shaking from the images in your mind cuz i am

THIS IS ALSO MY FAVE FIC IVE WRITTEN SO FAR UGHHHH I LOVE SUB EDDIE, HE’S SUCH A GOOD BOY 

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[tanoraqui]

mafia + secret romance russingon?

[Send me 1-3 prompts + 1-2 characters and I’ll write a short thing!]

Shoutout to @dwarrowdelf for the tags suggesting that Fëanorian money laundering would happen not through a restaurant but rather through Grandpa Mahtan’s antiques repair store.

Maedhros didn’t look up when the bell over the door rang. Once upon a time, he’d been a fresh-faced teenager eager with the responsibility to charm and profit from any of his grandfather’s customers. Now, he was just doing Grandpa Mahtan an afternoon’s favor while trying to engrave contract law into his brain, and anyway, Aulendil’s only sold things in an incidental manner, or on commission. If a rare customer wanted help, they’d ask.

He was forced to abandon the intricacies of the Beleriandric Penal Code Book 5, Section IV, Subsection C when a familiar brown hand placed a small bag of watch screws on the law book before him, and the attached person said, somewhat loudly, “Hello! I would like to buy these, please.”

Maedhros nearly slammed the book closed on both their hands. He looked around frantically for anyone who might have heard, any relatives who might be skulking around—but the shop still held nobody but himself and a handful of lopsidedly stocked shelves of antiquated clockwork and the tools and parts for fixing it…and Fingon. Nolofinwion. With whom his branch of the family were all but at war these days.

“You can’t be here!” Maedhros hissed, hopefully quietly enough that Mahtan, in the back working on a clockwork ship for one of his old navy friends, wouldn’t hear.

“I just need to buy some screws,” Fingon said, all sparkling, innocent eyes and plush lips. He’d braided gold into his hair again.

“I’ll show you where you can shove your screws,” Maedhros retorted.

“Oh, please!” Fingon breathed, grinning. “Will it ache afterward?”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“Only if you prove you’re worth it.”

Maedhros’s hand had found those gold-twined deadlocks; he wasn’t sure how. He tugged. “I’ll show you ‘worth it’, brat. Meet me—”

A cough from behind him, a knock on the doorframe. His grandfather said, “Russo, when I asked you to mind the shop…”

Fingon demonstrated his frankly freakish ability to snap in an instant from ‘about to be ravished’ (or ‘about to ravish’, if he won the inevitable impromptu wrestling match) to ‘nice young man from down the block.’

“It’s my fault, sir!” he chirped. “I’m sorry for distracting him. I just needed to buy some screws for my…”

He cast his gaze around the shop, much less skilled at actually lying.

“For his pocketwatch,” Maedhros said quickly, and tried very hard to telepathically communicate, Please don’t tell Dad. Or Mom. But mostly Dad.

Whether thanks to telepathy, mercy, or general genial grandfatherly ignorance, Mahtan only raised his bushy orange eyebrows a little, and said mildly, “That’s just fine—Fingon, right? I’m afraid I can barely keep my own grandchildren straight some days, much less all their cousins. Did you find what you need?”

Fingon kept up his Nice Young Man face, except that he licked his lips for just a split second as he looked at Maedhros.

“I think so!” he said brightly. “I’ll see you later, Russo, after your shift? To help me out these screws in just right?”

“Yes,” Maedhros choked out, because, god, what else was he supposed to do? His family didn’t need to know, and the damn penal code could wait.

[howlingday]

Training Day

Setting - After a crushing defeat by Ruby Rose, Cinder Fall has become most grievously demoted to the low, low, low, LOW ranks in S.I.C. Now, she has an opportunity to climb the ranks to her rightful place as Ruby Rose's arch nemesis! She just has to show her... nurturing side.

Cinder: Level Five... Can you believe that?!

Mercury: Yeah, yeah, I'm just as angry about it as-

Cinder: (Glares)

Mercury: Er, the next underling of yours, but look on the bright side; we have an in with Salem's Inner Circle, so we should be able to rank up no problem. (Knocks on the door)

???: (Speaker) Who is it?

Cinder: Ah, shit, what do we say?

Mercury: Uh, pizza?

???: Is it fat free?

Mercury: What the- Who's ever heard of fat-free pizza?!

???: It's a thing!

Cinder: It is not a thing!

???: Yes, it is, I-

???: Give me that!. (Sighs) Come in, Cinder. We're expecting you.

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Melanie: Welcome to Salem's Inner Circle!

Miltiades: Ta-da~! Here are your name-tags! So, have you, like, had breakfast yet?

Mercury: Nah, not yet.

Cinder: No.

Melanie: Good. (Presses button, Floor drops)

SLAM!

Cinder: (On the floor) Ow...

Cinder: Why didn't we fly down? And how are you two okay?!

Melanie: You get used to it. Welcome to the real Salem's Inner Circle!

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Miltiades: So, like, what are you here for?

Cinder: We're trying to level up. Preferably with something beyond the scope of inspections and "climbing the ladder".

Melanie: Well, the fastest way is to be a good "earner". Atlas tech, dust shards, a legendary huntress's head, cash...

Miltiades: Ooh! Like, what about that new thing? The, uh, Big Villain Program? All you have to do is tutor a new villain, train them up, and it, like, totally adds to your annual eval score!

Cinder: Hm... And who would I be tutoring?

Melanie: (Flips clipboard) Just one applicant. Asturias. Level one. Registered nemesis is... Farmhand and the White Window.

Mercury: Wait, wait, you mean that dorky kid RWBY dragged along and the Schnee kid?! Cinder, we gotta do this!

Cinder: We'll take it!

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Mercury: No... fucking... way... He has the Glass Cannon Mk. II! How is this guy only a Level One?!

Cinder: Right?! The Glass Cannon! I can still remember stalking RWBY as they fought this thing! It's like visiting home... Well, if home was where you watched your parent get murdered.

Mercury: ...Eh-

Cinder: I know, I know, I heard it.

Mercury: Oh! Well, if you heard that, then maybe you also saw that! That's the real deal Sand-Striker! Sly Stallion drove that in Thunder-Strike IV!

Cinder: Oh, I remember that! Remember how ripped he looked using that rocket launcher bare-chested?!

Jax: Good afternoon. (Leaning on a cane, Coughs) Welcome to the Hall of War Machines, now including the first three Phalanx Tanks. The fourth should arrive in a week.

Cinder: Oh. Uh, I wasn't aware this was also a terminal illness hospital. You, uh, wouldn't happen to know where we might be able find Jax Asturias, would you?

Jax: (Weakly laughs) My sister warned me I might be hazed by my Big Villain. Thankfully, I prepared for this by wearing my super absorbant, disposable undergarments, just in case you decide to tickle me. I tend to soil myself when tickled.

Mercury: ...

Cinder: ...Are you fucking kidding me?! This is Jax Asturias?!

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Mercury: Are you kidding me?! That's an original Bat-Man costume from the What If? series! Where'd he get this thing?

Gillian: (Rolls her eyes, Looks away)

Cinder: I like his Number Two. She's quiet. You should take notes on her, Mercury.

Jax: (Walks in) Ta-da! How do I look?

Cinder: I... I don't get it.

Mercury: No, he's a star. See? Asturias? A-Star-ias?

Jax: Should it be tighter? Sexier?

Mercury: No! God, no-

Cinder: (Waves him off) Eh, let's just move on to the evaluation. So, uh, what kind powers do you have? Can you pull a star from your chest?

Jax: This is made of hard plastic.

Mercury: Do you have any superpowers? Like, were you bit by a radioactive ant, or something?

Jax: Uh, let me see (Pulls out medical sheet, Rolls along the floor) I have-

Cinder: Uh, actually, what kind of special skills do you have?

Jax: I have mind control.

Cinder: Perfect! We'll get you a top of the line semblance amplifying helmet and-

Mercury: Blackout clouds! Loaded with nerve gas!

Cinder: He's Level One... Oh! (Writing) Blackout clouds loaded with laughing gas...

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Mercury: (Driving Glass Cannon, Giddy) Rrgh! Fuck, I love this thing!

Cinder: I know you do. So, Mr. Asturias, are you ready for your first PENIS?

Jax: I... don't understand.

Cinder: It's an acronym. It stands for Preliminary Effective New Information Schooling. It's like recon, but you bust shit up!

Jax: Then why not call it recon instead of PENIS.

Mercury: Snrk! I'm sorry, instead of what?

Jax: Instead of PENIS.

Cinder: Pfft! Of what?

Jax: Of PENIS.

Mercury: Can't hear you back there!

Jax: PENIS! I said PENIS! PENIS!

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Cinder: (Holding a megaphone) More smoke!. Now throw your catchphrase!.

Jax: Look out peons.

Mercury: Use the PA! You're supposed to be big and scary!

Cinder: Reset!

Jax: (Uses PA) I hope you brought protection because you're about to be conquered.

Mercury: Gross, dude! Protection?

Jax: You know, bodyguards?.

Cinder: Don't improvise! Reset!.

Jax: What flavor is this fog? I'm getting hungry.

Cinder: Blackberry! Now come out of the smoke and give your evil laugh!.

Jax: (Steps out)

Mercury: Over here! You're facing the wrong way!

Jax: The fog is disorienting.

Cinder: Evil laugh!.

Jax: I will get you. Nyeheh-heh-heh...

Mercury: What the hell was that? Are you dying?!

Jax: That was my evil laugh.

Mercury: Well, it's a little scary, but not in the way we or anyone else wants. Do a real, from the gut, bone-crusher of a laugh!

Cinder: Reset! Real evil laugh! Do not make a fool out of me in front of Ruby!.

Jax: Buahahangh...

Mercury: Stop putting that gross inflection at the end there! Here, listen to a pro! Show him how it's done, Cinder!

Cinder: (Smirks, Sets aside megaphone) Alright. (Stands up, Cricks neck) Here we go.

MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Cinder: (Watches as birds fly off buildings, Picks up megaphone) Reset!.

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Jax: (Inside a smoke cloud, Via PA) Farmhand, I'm coming for you! I hope you brought protection~.

Mercury: Ugh... So close...

Cinder: For the love of- Don't improvise!

Jax: Get ready, because you're about to see stars~!. (Fires star gun, Slices apart solid steel and knocks down the satellite antenna)

Cinder: SHIT!

Mercury: Uh, that wasn't Level One, was it?

Mercury: ...Oh! Look! Haha! He's taken out like it's trash day! LOSER!

Cinder: Nice costume, Rose! Looks like a real winner, and not stolen from Scooby-Doo!

Mercury: He's coming out of the smoke! And he's facing the right way!

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Jax: I see you've brought your servant. Coward. I left my servant/sister at home.

Whitley: I'm not a servant, and family aren't servants! (Reaching into his pocket) Eat sneezing powder, Asturias! (Hand gets stuck)

Oscar: Listen to me and listen, uh, good, Jax! We may be outclassed, but we have you out manned! And it is in the darkest when, you know, you can't find a flashlight with working batteries that good always triumphs over evil!

Jax: Take this, Farm-peasant! (Weak laughs, Gas can rolls few feet away)

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Mercury: Evil laugh fail AND he just gassed himself.

Cinder: Ugh, this is... Wait, what's my wife doing here?

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Jax: (Coughing, Laughing)

Whitley: (Coughing, Laughing) W-What is this?! L-Laughing gas?!

Oscar: (Coughing, Laughing) Jax, y-you asshole! I'm... I'm gonna puke in my armor suit!

[witski]

tag someone you want to know better tagged by @cunni1inguistics a while ago and honestly i just forgot about it until iremembered i love talking about myself. hi!!

favorite color: red and all her sisters + cousins — pink, maroon, crimson, and purple <;3 last song: my own summer (shove it) by deftones last movie: saltburn and it was weird but i was also kind of bored. but you know whats never boring? saw 2004 <3 so i watched that right after other stuff i watched this year: all the saw movies back to back xcept for jigsaw + spiral, but im getting to it… also went thru a twilight rewatch for funsies. OH, and the fall of the house of usher. that was really good. OH and the glory. that was a fun time. currently watching: cooking crush…..its very silly but im enjoying it so far. thats about it so far. dropped/unfinished shows this year: i was gonna say i hadnt dropped/unfinished anything but then i remembered i was rewatching soul eater n just stopped. but besides that — i don’t know. the only way to get me to watch something is to tie me down and force my eyes open like the scene from clockwork orange :/ currently reading: severence by ling ma + eileen by ottessa moshfegh (but i havent picked it up in a while). also…. saw 2004 original script currently listening to: thats our lamp by mitski on repeat and im so fr currently working on: i was going to say this is embarrassing but no IT IS NOT. whats embarrassing is the fact that ive barely touched it — but ive been working on a saw fic….sawfic….its not going anywhere and maybe it never will but im having fun writing. but im also supposed to write a discussion post but i really dont want to and thats also why im here filling out this thing ^_^ current obsession: ....saw 2004:/

tagging: @saturnskyline @glitterandhelium @stigmatamama @vjola @patroxlus @idletype OF COURSE....only if u guys want to :3

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 20 Day 5 - Ares

About 2,100 words! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses (thanks for Din and Silver!), @drabbleitout, @grailfish, @forthesanityofsome, and @pied-piper-of-hamlet!

We were close to finding everyone Triel had recruited, just a bit more until we could start on the next part Triel had been teasing. Chess was resting—Ives was making sure of that—and she had named the mutt Pepperoni. We were able to work together to keep the mutts away from the camp, and Chess would talk with me when the visions got to be too much.

I had just finished up more visions, so it would be ok to go look for people now, so I flew off on my own. I noticed the explosion, and when I flew over there, there was only one person left, but she wasn’t dead. Her arm was all messed up, and she was hissing in pain as she stood up. I flew down and transformed back human, walking up to her with my hands up. “I’m part of Triel’s group. I mean you no harm.”

She looked over at me, but her eyes were unfocused. “Triel’s group? That still the plan?” She coughed, struggling to stay on her feet as she panted.

I walked closer and helped her up. She seemed to recognize that I was from Triel at least. “I’m sorry we didn’t find you sooner. I’ve been looking, but this damn arena keeps changing. Glad you’re not dead.”

“Thank you. This has been a pain to—wait.” She looked up at me, and her eyes turned fucking gold, and she held onto me tighter, and her grip was hotter too. “I know you.” Huh? “You…” Her voice sounded more like a growl as gold spread through her veins. “You killed them.”

Even through the panic, I couldn’t help but note that that was a very vague statement. And that also let me wonder if this was how Eclipse and Ash felt when I showed up out of nowhere and tried to kill them. “Could you at least say their name so I know who you’re talking about? I haven’t killed anyone in these Games.”

“Don’t lie. I watched it happen. Row—Silver. Their face was in the sky and I should—” She pulled back as I stared at her, and she looked to be in worse pain as she shook her head roughly. Her eyes were closed and her teeth were gritted as the gold flickered on her skin.

Oh! “Silver! They’re with Triel’s group! I didn’t kill them. They’re really nice. We talked about plants and spices together. They helped me cook.” I took a step closer, frowning. She looked a lot like how I could get with Primary. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“You’re lying!” she growled out. Her eyes were bright gold, but she shook, her eyes dimming back to a golden-brown. “Can you prove it?” she gasped out.

“Not right now, but I can bring you to Triel!” I tilted my head. “And this might sound crazy, but…is there someone in your head?”

She stared at me. “What a strange question.” But she barely nodded. “Alright w—I’ll go with you. But for all our sakes, I hope you’re telling the truth.”

“Well, I have this old, crusty god in my head, and it just looks familiar.” I shrugged and nodded. “I am. Is it okay if I fly you there?”

She nodded, and I transformed into the phoenix and grabbed her by the shoulders and flew her to the camp. Silver was guarding the camp, and I waved at them before signing. ”How are you doing?”

Silver eyed Din. Seemed they weren’t as thrilled to see her as she would hopefully be to see them. They nodded at me with a small smile and signed. “Good, we taught Pepperoni to roll over. Well, mostly. What is she doing here? She sounds like you, but worse.” They looked back over at Din.

She was watching from the side, various emotions I couldn’t hope to place on her face as her eyes glowed. “You’re alive,” she muttered.

I signed back. “Triel recruited her, and she almost died. She got pissed when she thought I had killed you. And yes, she kind of confirmed that she has the same kind of thing as me but did not explain.”

They squinted at me and glanced over at Din. “I don’t know her? Not even from before, at least she doesn’t trigger anything. But the magic does. Something—no someone friendly. I think. But also something…very bad.”

Din stepped forward, and her eyes were still glowing. She spoke. “What are you saying? Rowyn do you—” Silver stepped back, their hand going to the weapon at their hip, and I immediately moved to shield them from her. If they felt threatened, I would protect them.

I even activated my magic, causing a black fire to cover my skin. “Back off.”

Her hands dropped to her sides as the glow left her eyes. She dropped her head. “I’m sorry. This doesn’t normally happen, I don’t know why he…” She shook her head.

I tilted my head. Maybe we could get some answers? “Who’s he?”

She hesitated but sighed. “Leyraveyrit’s prophet before me, from before Panem even, Safirel.” Silver’s eyes went wide, and they stumbled back and grabbed their head as they fell.

Primary stirred, but I ignored them as I turned to Silver, kneeling next to them and dismissing my magic. “Are you okay?” I said. They didn’t look like they’d notice sign anyway.

They blinked, their eyes dazed. They first signed. “No.” Before turning to speaking. “He’s gone. She consumed him.” They spat the pronoun, tears streaking down their cheeks.

“No,” Din said quickly. She took a step forward, but I whipped around to her, and she stopped, holding up her hands. “No, Leyraveyrit only trapped him with Her, when they were sealed away. A part of him only got free when another able to act as a prophet for her, myself, came into my power only recently.”

Silver shook their head and looked to me and signed. “I don’t understand, I don’t even remember, but…I’m sorry, I need space. Can you…please, don’t let her follow?”

I nodded and signed back. “Of course.” And I stepped back and moved to block Din, looking over at her and speaking. “They want space.”

As Silver left, Primary stirred more. I remember Leyraveyrit, and she talked of Safirel. I never heard of what happened to her when her presence disappeared.

I eyed Din warily. “The crusty god in my head knows Leyraveyrit and Safirel.”

She watched Silver for a bit, but she didn’t try to go after them. She nodded. “That would make sense, as I understand it, what I call a veyrit is probably close to what you call a god. Though,” she tilted her head. “Saf can’t say the same of yours.”

Leyraveyrit would have no reason to tell him about me. She didn’t want to help me escape. But she was a very nice presence that I could talk to. But I can’t sense her anymore.

“They’re called Primary, and they’re a pain in my ass.” I sighed. “And Primary says they can’t sense Leyraveyrit anymore. What happened to her?”

Her eyes glowed again, and I tensed more. I didn’t trust this person who resided in her head anymore than I trusted Primary. “Sealed. As far as I can understand what happened anyway. She was cut off from the rest of the world by very powerful magic users tired of Her abuse of power. Surely you know about the creatures She created that attacked the people and caused a war?” Her brow raised, and she crossed her arms. Or should I refer to her as Safirel right now? Fuck if I knew.

I know nothing of world events unless I’m told of something, and Leyraveyrit never mentioned doing that. And I think I would still be able to sense her if she was sealed. Just like me.

I sighed again. “I don’t have a cool magic glowy eyes changy trick, so third person will have to do. Their own consciousness has been trapped in their stasis-ed body, so they don’t know much about world events. They just were able to sense and even talk to Leyraveyrit until they weren’t able to.”

“Interesting. I can’t say she mentioned you when she held me captive. But if there are others…” Her eyes dimmed, so it was Din again. “Forgive me, but you don’t seem particularly happy with the arrangement?” She looked apologetic.

I shrugged. “Oh, they’re only giving me visions of all my friends dying and trying to get me to destroy my soul so my body can be their vessel. That bastard doesn’t do that?” He seemed cocky enough to do that.

Her eyes widened, so I had to be wrong. She shook her head. “No, no, can’t say he has? He’s usually more helpful, keeping me alive, and helping to grow my magical ability. Abyss, that sounds awful.” She sat down heavily. “I’m so sorry.”

Anyone who’s a prophet and decides that they hate their god is not to be trusted.

What’s that have to do with anything? You want to destroy the whole world. Wouldn’t anyone hate you? I’m technically your prophet if you want to think about it that way.

That’s different. She seemed to want to protect life.

I sat down next to Din. This was a lot of shit. “At least I have this magic so I can protect people. How does your magic work? It looks pretty.”

“Mostly it heals and produces light.” The veins in her hands started glowing, and I stared. “Though I’ve also found that when I use it, it gets rather hot, so most people worry I’m burning them. But because of whatever happened with Saf, it prevented me from having full access, so if I use too much, it exhausts me pretty easily.” The light went out. “I was trained for this all my life, but it didn’t actually work until he was around.”

“I’m sorry. But it sounds like a cool power.”

“It is” she smiled, but it turned nervous, “and there are people after me because of it. Willing to kill anything that gets in their way. It’s why I’m here. They didn’t realize I had gained access and hoped the Games would spark a connection. Or prove I was never chosen in the first place.”

I looked over at her, gritting my teeth. More bastards after someone for their magic. “I’ll protect you then. They won’t get you.”

She smiled and gently touched my hand, and oh fuck. She was soft and warm, and damn. She was pretty. My cheeks heated up as she spoke. “Thank you. I wish there was some way I could help you in return. Maybe when we get out of here, there’s something in my research that would help, or Blythe and I might be able to find something with further study. That is, if you were okay with us looking into it. Apologies, I can get carried away sometime, and I’ve, well, never known someone else in a vaguely similar position.”

A pretty lady wanted to help me. I bluescreened for a bit before I found my voice, smiling a little and holding her hand back. “I have a chance to fight them, but also, thanks. I’d love all the information I can get.”

“Of course. Though, now I’m afraid I should rest, if that’s alright? This arena is an abyssal damned nightmare to navigate and I don’t think that explosion did me any favors.” Oh fuck she was still injured. I looked at her arm as she did, but she had seemed to heal some. Like Silver had been able to heal.

I nodded. “That’s fine. I’ll make some food soon, if you’re interested.”

“That would be lovely! Thank you!”

My cheeks burned, and I started leading her to the main area of the camp so she could find a place to rest, but she caught my hand as we walked. “Ares, I…I know I have no right to ask this, but is Silver alright? Admittedly, I didn’t know a thing about them before I saw them on the train, and Safirel won’t talk about them, but clearly he knows something, I mean he calls them by a different name, and…and I’ve never had someone look at me as if I’m something to fear without knowing why. Is it possible…do you think…did Safirel…did something happen to them?”

I looked back at her. “I…they said that they felt someone friendly from you but also something very bad. I think they’ll be fine? But it sounds like they know Safirel?”

She swallowed and nodded, letting go of my hand, and I had to stop myself from protesting. “Alright. I’m sorry for asking, but thank you.” She smiled a little, but her eyes were far away as we got to the camp.

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part iii

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: shower sex, oral (m receiving), snowballing, semi-public sex, mild degradation, spit, squirting, daddy kink

4.1k words

also i forgot to tag them in the last part but thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this!!

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

In the morning, Osamu was once again sliding into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and hummed in your ear as he settled down.

“Good morning, baby,” he muttered.

“Morning,” you mumbled, shimmying closer to him. You yawned and rolled to face him. 

“Beautiful,” Osamu said, kissing your forehead. You smiled tiredly.

“Handsome,” you said, kissing his nose. 

“Shower with me?” He asked. You hummed in agreement. He rolled you out of the bed, pulling you into your attached bathroom.

You pushed your shorts down to your ankles as Osamu pulled your shirt off.

“Cute,” he said, pinching your nipple playfully.

“We should start the shower,” you mumbled as Osamu leaned down in front of you. 

“Mhmm,” he hummed, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

“Samu,” you breathed as he sucked at your nipple. 

“Just can’t get enough of ya,” he mumbled against your skin.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as he swapped over to your other nipple. 

“Yer sweet, lil’ body, so responsive,” Osamu said as your back arched, pushing your breasts into his face.

You pulled him up by his hair to press your lips together. He stood up, lifting you by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around him as he pushed you against the shower wall.

“Samu,” you moaned. You tugged his hair as he kissed down your neck. “No-no bruises.”

“Just blame Bokuto again,” he mumbled, sucking at your skin.

“At least leave them where I can hide them,” you said. He moved lower, kissing and biting over your breasts.

Osamu pulled back as you whined.

“Shower,” he said. You sighed as you stepped out of the shower and watched as Osamu started the water. Once the water had warmed up, you stepped under the water flow. 

“How can ya stand it that hot?” Osamu complained, following you under the water. He hissed as the water hit his back and quickly spun you around so the water was hitting your back. You laughed.

“Just turn it down, babe,” you giggled, turning the cold water up.

“Just turn it down, babe,” he mocked, caging you against the shower wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Imitation is the highest form of flattery,” you said, pecking his lips. 

He moved in closer to you, deepening the kiss. He lifted you by your thighs, wrapping your legs around him as the warm water coated your body.

“Samu, don’t drop me,” you mumbled against his lips. He lined up his cock with your entrance, teasing you with just the tip.

“Not gonna drop ya, princess,” he grunted. His cock slid into you slowly, drawing a long, low moan from your lips.

“Samu,” you moaned, tightening your legs around him. He rolled his hips against yours, forcing his cock deeper. 

“Feels good, baby?” Osamu asked. “Feels so good havin’ ya wrapped around my cock, princess.”

“Feels good having you in me, daddy,” you said, digging your nails into Osamu’s skin.

“Ah, no marks, princess,” Osamu said, smiling at you teasingly. You kissed him deeply.

“Just not where they can show,” you said, pulling away from him. He buried his face in your neck and smiled against your skin. He snapped his hips up making you moan loudly.

“Samu, please,” you moaned, moving your hips against his. “Wanna cum.”

He reached between you and rubbed your clit in time with his slow thrusts. 

“Not stopping you,” he said. You cried out as your stomach tightened.

“Samu, please!” You cried. “Harder please!”

Osamu rubbed your clit furiously as your walls clenched around him.

“Come on, baby,” he grunted. “Cum around daddy’s cock.”

Your stomach tightened and your walls fluttered as your juices squirted out.

“Cum in me, please, daddy,” you begged as you gushed around him. “Want you to breed me.”

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed as his cock twitched in you. “Want my babies, huh? Want me to knock ya up?”

You nodded as you pressed your chest against his. “Wanna make you a daddy.” Osamu groaned as he emptied his balls into your cunt.

“Fuck, yer too much for me, princess,” Osamu breathed, dick falling limply from you. You laughed as his cum leaked from your hole. 

“Old man,” you teased as Osamu gently set you on your feet.

“Only four years older than ya, princess,” Osamu said, pecking your lips.

You two showered quickly after that as the water continued to cool down. By the time you were stepping out, you were shivering from the cold water.

“Aw, come here, baby,” Osamu said, wrapping a towel around you and pulling you against his body. “Let me warm ya up.”

“Th-thanks,” you stuttered, shivering in his arms.

“Y/n!” You jumped as your mom’s voice rang out. You pushed away from Osamu, stepping into your room where your mom was poking her head in from the hallway.

“Mom! Hi!” You exclaimed, rushing over to stop her from coming all the way in. “What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Had to come back and grab my phone,” she said. “Where’s Osamu? His phone’s in our bedroom but I don’t see him anywhere.”

“I think he said he had to run by the restaurant,” you said. “Must’ve forgotten his phone.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. “Well, I’m going to take the car to work, so let Osamu know when he gets back.”

“No problem,” you said. 

“Bye, sweetie, love you,” she called, walking down the hallway.

“Love you, too,” you called after her. You waited until you heard the car pull away before running back to the bathroom where Osamu was standing, looking like he’d had the most silent panic attack ever.

“She’s gone,” you breathed. “That was a close one.”

Osamu let out a long breath, his whole body relaxing.

“A close one,” he laughed, coldly. “My whole life flashed before my eyes.”

“Tell me about it,” you said. “I thought she was going to come in.”

“We have to start being more careful,” Osamu said. You nodded in agreement. 

“Come on, let’s just get ready, the game’s soon,” you said. You smacked Osamu’s ass as he walked past you. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Osamu said. You smirked at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Who says I can’t finish it?”

“If we miss the subway, I’m going to cry,” you threatened as Osamu slowly got dressed. “Do you want me to cry?”

“I dunno, are you a cute cryer?” He asked, going through his closet to find a shirt.

“I won’t be if we miss the game,” you said, laying back on Osamu’s bed.

“Black or white?” Osamu asked, holding up two Onigiri Miya shirts. 

“Samu,” you whined. “They’re the same shirt!”

“Black or white?” He asked again. You huffed. 

“Black,” you said. “Do you only own Onigiri Miya shirts?”

“Pretty much,” Osamu said, shrugging. He tugged on the shirt and held his hand out for you. You grabbed it and let him pull you into a sitting up position. “Are you sure you don’t want to wear something else?”

You smiled widely as you smoothed down your sundress. “How else am I going to seduce Bokkun to join us for dinner?”

“I’ll kill him if he looks at you for more than three seconds,” Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. His arms wrapped around you and he held you tightly against his body. “Also, no cutesie nicknames for him.”

“You do know I have to make it believable that he and I hooked up, right?” You asked. 

“Just tell him ya hooked up with someone yer mom won’t approve of, which ya did, and that ya lied to her about who it was, which ya did,” Osamu said. “The best lies are ones that hold a touch of truth.”

“Oh and you’d know all about this, how, Mr. Lies?” You asked, looking up at him. 

“I’ve been avoiding fucking my wife for a week,” Osamu said. “I know how to lie.”

“I’ll remember that,” you said. 

“I would never lie to ya, baby,” Osamu said, pecking your lips. 

“Better not,” you mumbled, kissing him again. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Osamu’s hand was permanently pulling your dress down as the two of you travelled to the game. At the game, Osamu offered his hoodie to drape over your bare knees after you took a seat.

“Samu, stop,” you hissed as he tugged your dress down in a vain attempt to cover your knees as you sat. “I’m going to end up flashing everyone here my boobs.”

“Well now I have a new fear,” he said, thrusting his hoodie into your arms. “Aren’t ya cold? Put my hoodie on.”

“Will you leave me alone and let me watch the game if I put the hoodie on?” You asked. He nodded, scowling at a guy that had glanced at you a little too long. 

You pulled the hoodie on, content as you watched the game, if not a little warm.

After the game, which MSBY had won 3-1 over the Adlers, you let Osamu lead you down to the court where the boys were all excited to see you.

“Y/n! Did you see my last spike?!” Bokuto exclaimed, spinning you around in a tight hug.

“You were amazing! All of you!” You exclaimed once he sat you down. 

“Y/n, this is our captain, Meian Shugo,” Sakusa said, introducing you to their tall, handsome captain.

“This is Y/n, my new niece!” Atsumu exclaimed, tossing his arm over your shoulders. 

“L/n Y/n, I’m a big fan,” you said, bowing lowly to him. “It’s an honour to meet you.”

“You’re the setter that these guys won’t stop talking about,” Meian said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You smiled widely as the guys made their way to the locker rooms and Osamu was dragging you through hallway after hallway until he shoved you into a supply closet and pushed you down to your knees. 

“Ya look so fuckin’ hot wearin’ my clothes,” Osamu said, undoing his jeans and tugging them down. “I really, really want ya suckin’ my cock, right now.”

You wasted no time, immediately taking the pierced tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the cool, metal of his piercing.

“Bokuto, the fuckin’ idiot, flashed everyone your cute lil’ lace panties,” Osamu growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Thought Hinata was gonna cum in his shorts.”

You moaned around him.

“Oh, ya like that? Hinata’s probably jerkin’ his cock right now, jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout yer lil white, lace panties, barely hidden under yer lil dress,” Osamu said, pushing your head down, forcing more of his cock in your mouth. You moaned again, the vibrations drawing a low moan from Osamu’s throat. “S’too bad that’s all he’s ever gonna get. Yer my lil cock whore, isn’t that right, baby?”

You hummed as he let your head up for you to take a breath. As soon as oxygen filled your lungs, Osamu was forcing you back down on his cock.

“Come on, suck my cock, princess,” he groaned. “Before I fuck yer throat.”

You hollowed your cheeks and forced yourself to take more of his cock down your throat. The corners of your lips burned with the stretch and you forced the urge to gag down as you bobbed your head on his cock.

“Fuck, good girl, takin’ daddy’s cock so well,” Osamu groaned. “Should cum on yer fuckin’ face, just to show everyone who ya belong to.”

You clenched your thighs together as you pulled back and teased his piercing with your tongue. 

“Don’t swallow,” Osamu choked out as his cock twitched in your mouth. “Hold it in your mouth.”

You hummed as his cock twitched again.

“Fuck,” he moaned, throatily, as he spilled into your mouth. Your eyes watered as salty cum filled your mouth and leaked down your chin. 

“Come ‘ere,” Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. He kissed you deeply. You pushed the cum into his mouth and grinned when he pulled back. “Open.”

Your mouth fell open and you moaned as he spat his cum back onto your waiting tongue.

“Swallow,” he mumbled, watching as his cum dripped from your tongue. You swallowed and opened your mouth to show him. “Good girl.”

Osamu pulled his hoodie off of you and wiped your chin clean with it before folding it over his arm.

“Come on, let’s go before they start wondering where we are,” Osamu said, tugging you out of the closet. 

“We still have to talk to Bokkun,” you said, following Osamu closely. 

“Talk to Bokuto about what?”

You jumped nearly in Osamu’s arms when you heard Atsumu from behind you.

“Tsumu! How long have you been there?!” You exclaimed, turning on your heel to face him. 

“Long enough,” Atsumu said. He reached out and wiped at your chin with his thumb. “Heard something about ‘cumming on yer face to show who ya belong to’. Didn’t think he’d actually do it.” Atsumu casually wiped his thumb on his jeans. 

“We can explain,” Osamu said.

“Yer fucking yer stepdaughter,” Atsumu said, crossing his arms.

“I, um, yeah, I guess so,” Osamu said, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s more than that, Tsumu.”

“A whole affair,” Atsumu said. 

“You can’t tell my mom!” You exclaimed. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Atsumu asked, smirking.

“I’ll kill ya,” Osamu threatened.

“Chill out, it was a joke,” Atsumu said, holding his hands up. “Besides, I don’t plan on telling her. Frankly, I don’t care.”

“Ya want something,” Osamu said, narrowing his eyes at Atsumu. 

“Let me have a turn,” Atsumu said. Osamu stepped in front of you, pushing you behind him.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I’d kill ya,” Osamu said. “We’ve shared in the past but Y/n is different.”

“Osamu,” you cooed. 

“I really, really like her,” Osamu said, ignoring you. “Like, it could be love one day.”

You melted a little. Your face softened and you hugged your arms around Osamu’s waist.

“Fine, fine,” Atsumu said. “I won’t say anything. I’ll even be yer cover.”

“What do you want?” Osamu asked. 

“Free food whenever I go to any Onigiri Miya,” Atsumu said. “And maybe just one kiss.”

“Free food for a year and a kiss on the cheek,” Osamu bargained. 

“Free food for a year and a real kiss,” Atsumu said. “With tongue.”

“What are we, in high school?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Free food for two years and a peck,” Osamu said. “And I won’t even kick ya after the kiss.”

“Or hit me at all!” Atsumu said.

“Fine,” Osamu said.

“Deal,” Atsumu said, smirking. “Come ‘ere, doll.”

Osamu stepped to the side, letting you move closer to Atsumu.

“No tongue,” you warned, before leaning in. Atsumu swiped his tongue along your bottom lip as you kissed him. You stomped his foot as you jerked away.

“Worth it,” Atsumu said, smiling victoriously.

“Shut up,” you said as Osamu wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He kissed your temple.

“Hope my cum tastes good,” Osamu said, smirking wickedly. Atsumu’s face dropped as he gagged.

“Ew! Gross, I demand a redo after she brushes her teeth!” Atsumu exclaimed, following after the two of you. You and Osamu laughed loudly as he complained behind you.

“Bokuto couldn’t make it?” Your mom asked as she sat the food on the table.

“That’s why we brought Atsumu to replace him,” you said, smiling widely. 

Atsumu smiled at your mom wryly. “M/n,” he said.

“Atsumu,” your mom said, barely containing her glare. “I’m so glad you could come.”

“I’m sure,” Atsumu said. 

You and Osamu awkwardly loaded food onto your plates as your mom and Atsumu glared at each other.

“So, how was work?” You asked. 

“Oh, it’s terrible!” Your mom exclaimed. “Just the worst!”

“Oh? What happened?” Osamu asked, slurping up his soup.

“I have to work in Tokyo for the next week!” Your mom said. You bit your lip to keep from smiling.

“Oh, no! That’s awful,” you said. “But Tokyo, that’s nice.”

“It’s just now I really won’t get to see you,” your mom said, pouting.

“Maybe I could extend my trip a little,” you said. “That way when you get back we can still have a day or two just us.”

“Oh, as long as Osamu doesn’t mind having you here,” your mom said. 

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Osamu said. “This is her house, too.”

“Okay, then, that’s settled! We have to have a girls day when I get back,” your mom said. “I feel like I’ve just been pawning you off on Osamu this whole week.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” Atsumu snarked. You kicked him in the shin.

“I don’t mind,” Osamu said. “It’s father daughter bonding.”

“Oh, it’s bonding all right,” Atsumu muttered. You kicked him again. He hissed in pain.

“What was that?” Your mom asked.

“Just said that bonding is nice,” Atsumu said.

“So, when do you leave?” You asked.

“Tomorrow morning, around 5,” she said. “Way before you two will be up.”

“Are you taking the train?” Osamu asked. Your mom shook her head.

“I’m taking the car, hope you don’t mind,” she said. 

“It’s fine, we’ll probably just hang around here, anyway,” Osamu said. 

Atsumu smirked as he sipped his tea. 

“We have that pick up game later this week,” you said. “With Bokkun, Hinata, and Sakusa.”

“It’ll be great, we’re gonna crush you,” Atsumu said.

“You don’t even know the teams yet,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Me, Omi-kun, and Shoyo versus ya, Samu, and Bokuto,” he said.

“That’s not fair! You three are all professionals! You take Samu!” You exclaimed.

“Ya don’t want me on yer team? I’m hurt,” Osamu said, clutching his heart. 

“Against three pros? No, I don’t want you on my team,” you said. “I want Sho-kun!”

“Rock, paper, scissors, loser gets Samu,” Atsumu said, making a fist. 

Your mom laughed as Osamu gasped in offense. 

“Sorry, Samu, but I want to win tomorrow,” you said, holding up a fist. 

In the end, Atsumu ended up stuck with Osamu and was still complaining when he left. 

“Bye, Mom,” you mumbled tiredly as your mom packed her bags in the car. 

“Bye, sweetie,” she said, hugging you tightly. “Tell Osamu I said bye.”

“I will,” you said. As she pulled off, you walked back into the house. You padded down the hallway and almost turned into your room when you remembered Osamu was currently laying down all alone. 

You turned into his room and carefully crawled into his arms.

“Good morning, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him. 

“Morning, daddy,” you said. You smirked as his eyes opened slightly.

“Oh?” He questioned. You rolled him over to his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Wanna feel you,” you mumbled, rolling your hips against his. 

“G’head, baby,” he said, holding your hips. You ran your hands along his thick chest and stomach, stopping to play with his pierced nipples.

He hissed softly.

“Sensitive?” You asked, pinching his nipple. He nodded. You leaned down and sucked one into your mouth, flicking your tongue against the cool metal. You teased the hardening bud then switched to the other one, only completely pulling away when they were shining with spit and swollen. 

“Pretty,” you muttered. You kissed up his neck, sucking and biting at his slightly prickly skin. 

“D’ya jus’ call me pretty?” Osamu asked as you nibbled at his jawline. 

“You are,” you said, pecking his lips. You shimmied down his body, tugging his briefs off and tossing them to the floor. You palmed his hardening cock until it was bobbing heavily against your hand.

“Wanna ride you,” you said, straddling him again. You ground your wet folds against his cock. 

“I wanna fold ya in half, princess,” Osamu said, holding your hips. “Throw yer legs over my shoulders and pound yer cute, lil pussy until ya cry.”

“No reason we can’t do both,” you said, reaching down to line his cock up with your dripping core. “We have all day.”

“‘m not lettin’ ya leave this bed,” he said. You sank down on his cock with a soft moan. 

“Daddy,” you whimpered as his cock nudged your abused cervix. 

“Take it all, baby, I know ya can,” he said, holding your hips tightly. You let him hold up as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with one, quick thrust. 

“Samu!” You moaned loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders. You bounced on his cock in time with his thrusts.

“Takin’ daddy’s cock so well, look at ya,” he grunted. “Such a lil princess, wanting to ride daddy’s cock and not being able to take it all without daddy’s help.”

“S’too big,” you whined as his apadravya dragged against that spongy spot inside you.

“Ya jus’ need a lil’ help, baby,” Osamu said, hands tightening on your hips. “Yer daddy’s little girl, after all.”

You moaned as he pulled you down, your chests flush against each other. He smacked your ass as you bit at his chest. 

“Can feel ya clenchin’ ’round me, go ‘head and cum for me, princess,” Osamu grunted. You cried out, your cunt walls squeezing him as you squirted around his cock.

“Good girl,” he praised before flipping you over to your back. Osamu hovered over you, kissing your lips gently before pushing your legs up against your chest. 

“Daddy!” You cried as he continued to thrust into you. Your legs shook with overstimulation as he pressed two fingers against your clit. 

“Want ya to make a mess for me,” he said, flicking your swollen clit. “Want ya to squirt around my cock again.”

“Harder, Samu, please!” You begged, gripping the white sheets underneath you. Osamu braced himself against the bed as he pounded into you harder. 

“Gonna fill ya up all day,” he grunted. “‘Til yer swollen with my seed. Gonna be all fucked out and dumb when I’m finished with ya. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned, nodding. “Want daddy to breed me until it sticks! Wanna be full of you!”

Osamu grabbed your face roughly, forcing your mouth open. “Tongue out,” he ordered. Your tongue lolled out, drool dripping onto your chin. “Good girl.”

He spat on your tongue before kissing you messily, spit covering both of your chins and thin strands of saliva connecting you two when he pulled away. 

“Gonna cum,” you gasped as he pinched your clit. He leaned up, watching you squirm as he relentlessly rutted into you.

“Squirt around my cock, baby,” he said, strumming your clit. “Come on, daddy wants ya to make a mess on him.”

You let out a high pitched moan as he pressed down on your bladder.

“No, no, daddy, gonna make a mess!” You squealed. 

“Come on, princess,” he muttered, pushing down harder. “Make a mess on daddy.”

You cried loudly as cum gushed out of you, covering Osamu’s stomach and chest.

“Fuck,” Osamu groaned, balls tightening as he painted your walls white. “Good girl.”

You breathed heavily as Osamu pulled out of you and collapsed next to you. 

“Daddy,” you breathed, cuddling into his side. “Didn’t know I could cum that hard.”

“Me either, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him. “Ya did so good, princess.”

“I made a mess,” you said.

“Just like daddy asked,” he said. “Ya want daddy to clean ya up?”

“Please,” you mumbled. Osamu stood up and lifted you easily, carrying you to the shower. He cleaned both of you off quickly before running a bath in the large bathtub. 

“Ya want anything, princess?” Osamu asked as you leaned back in the large tub.

“Join me,” you said. Osamu climbed in behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You leaned against his chest and relaxed into him. 

“This is so bittersweet,” Osamu said, rubbing his hand over your stomach soothingly.

“Why?” You asked.

“I just wish I had met ya first,” Osamu said. “Before yer mom. Now, I’ll always be the guy that got with his stepdaughter.”

“Hey, you didn’t raise me or anything,” you said. “It’s not like you’re my father figure or anything. You’re only four years older than me. If anything, my mom’s the weird one for marrying a guy her child’s age.”

“I really, really like ya.” Osamu said, nuzzling your neck. “More than I’ve ever liked anyone.”

“I really, really like you, too,” you said, smiling. You rested your hands on Osamu’s as he pressed small kisses up your neck. “I thought you were the most handsome man I’d ever seen when we first met. Nearly took my breath away.”

“I thought ya were the most beautiful woman,” Osamu said. “Couldn’t take my eyes off ya.”

You lifted his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his skin. 

“I’m falling in love with ya,” he mumbled against your skin. “This is the closest to love at first sight anyone has ever been.”

You kissed his hand again.

“What the fuck is this?”

[flowerwrites06]

break my mind’s eye I — jjk

Plot: Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal. 

Pairing(s): Druglord!Jungkook x Fashion Designer!OC (Name: Belle) 

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Parts: Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Special 

Word Count: 7k+

Genre: Mafia | Angst/Smut/Fluff

Tags & Warnings: drug dealing, marriage through trickery, explicit smut, drug use, dubious consent, prostitution 

Authors Note: finally i was able to conclude that bmme can be reposted!! please welcome back this precious gem of mine 

The first time she saw was before one of her fashion shows. Small event compared to the likes of Gucci or Louis Vuitton but for her the biggest night of her life was about to happen. Unfortunately minutes before the show started, Belle got a call from her uncle to pick Taehyung up from their place and his tone sounded utterly bleak.

Walking away from a highly angered manager she rushed off to pick him up only to find him sitting outside on the porch in the cold wind, laughing a little to himself before swearing at no one. It was the first day Belle found out the things he had been taking.

Weed, ecstasy…she even found a small bag of cocaine hidden in his hoodie after getting him cleaned up.

“Where the hell did you get money for cocaine?” Belle tried to search his expression but Taehyung was too busy stumbling as he finally fell onto her bed.

“I know a guy. I promised to pay him back soon.” Taehyung mumbled turning to rest on his back, his limbs refused to stay still to a point where Belle started to get annoyed.

“Tae, how much do you owe this guy?” She asked, heart thumping a little knowing cocaine especially was not inexpensive and that mixed with other drugs…

His body being ruined was one heart-wrenching thing but she dreaded the amount of money this all cost.

Her brother stayed silent closing his eyes to let out a few breaths which caused her blood to boil even more.

Belle understood why Taehyung turned to something so putrid to relieve him of their recent troubles. There was a moment in time where she even thought to do so, maybe to ease some of the pain of they both went through. But it was getting out of hand.

-

The next morning Belle fixed him up a proper breakfast to distract him from taking another dose of the things he bought. Or was loaned anyway since he didn’t have a job or savings to pay for any of the products she found.

Taehyung didn’t even come to the table.

Instead as she walked towards the bedroom, she found him shirtless snorting something up his nose as he quickly threw his head back. Just hearing his sigh of relief made Belles’ stomach churn to near sickness.

Fuming, Belle grabbed whatever pieces of his stash she could find on the table and threw it in the bin pushing it away when he tried to savor anything that could be fished out. She saw his eyes widen so much that it almost seemed his eyeballs were going to fall on his hand.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Taehyung yelled, voice growly while his nose still had remnants of white powder dripping and his eyes bloodshot more than ever. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get shit like that?!”

“I don’t care, you’re done with this!” Belle stood her ground but kept her voice calm, her own glossy eyes fixated on his.

“You don’t fucking get it!” Taehyung winced, face contorting it looked like he was about to cry. “I need it, okay? And I got that shit from a guy that works in the Jeon Cartel!” He gestured over to the entrance of the apartment. “I can’t ask for anymore, I haven’t paid for anything.” He yanked at his hair whining under his breath like a spoiled child not getting the toy he wanted.

Belle shook her head slightly, tears forming at the brim of her eyes. “Tae…” Her voice grew shakier now. “How much do you owe them?” Her bottom lip quivered watching his chest rise and fall heavily.

He stayed silent averting his gaze.

“Taehyung.” Her tone quickly turned firm though her heart pounded painfully. “How much do you owe them?” Belle truly hated acting like the oldest between the two.

Taehyung used to take care of her every single day almost more than her own parents since they mostly focused on their oldest son because he had ‘a lot more potential’. Her stomach ached looking at all the potential slowly going down the drain right in front of her eyes.

“A few hundred…six…maybe seven…” Taehyung muttered trying not to look directly at her when he spoke. He probably knew exactly the kind of shock gripped her face and he was damn right.

Belles’ entire body turned cold, her fingers almost wanting to fish out the substances herself just knowing how much money it cost to get it. But she curled them up into fists wanting to look strong. “I don’t…know how it feels…I do know it hurts and I know why you’re doing this but…I can’t lose you too.” She whispered, vision getting blurry as a lump grew in her throat. “You’re my big brother, you’ve always looked after me.”

Taehyung bit down his bottom lip lowering his head in slight shame.

“Please let me look after you.” She pleaded in a whisper trying to search his expression, to see any sense of softness or thought.

Her brother sobbed a little, running his shaky fingers through his matted hair before nodding but still trying not to meet her gaze. “Okay.”

Belle let out a trembling sigh of relief, a tear escaping slowly down her cheek when she finally relaxed. “I have savings you can use to pay for the drugs you asked for.” She stated in a gentle tone this time as Taehyung stared at her, shaking his head.

“That’s your boutique money, you can’t—”

“Yes I can.” She forced a smile across her face to reassure him. “My boutique can wait. I want you to get better.”

Taehyung gulped down carefully padding over his sister before leaning his head on her shoulder at an attempt of a lazy hug. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered against the fabric of her sweater, a light whimper under his breath. “Thank you.”

The chill that spread through her body now warmed up as she wrapped her arms around her brother, feeling like the younger sister if only for a second. “Who do we have to pay?” Belle asked sniffling a little.

“My debts’ too high…” Taehyungs’ grip tightened around the girl. “…the guy who gave me the drugs tells me I need to go straight to the boss for questioning if I come back again.”

Oh god, Taehyung…what did you get yourself into?

-

Much to Taehyungs’ discontent, Belle insisted on coming with him with the envelope of the payment in her hand. She figured cash would be more believable instead of bank transferring especially since there was so much money piled up for just debt. Her older brother looked at her a little surprised at how well she knew how to maneuver these things. “Being in the fashion industry doesn’t just mean I draw and sew clothes, you know.” She replied simply as she drove the both of them to the address Taehyungs’ guy told him to go.

During the trip she wanted to mention how sneaky it was to just give them the address and not come along. But then again…this wasn’t exactly an ethical business to begin with.

Of course it wasn’t difficult in the slightest to find the Jeon household considering it was on the outskirts of the city. A large sandstone colored mansion with vines growing off of the sides and golden detail on the windows and pillars. They drove in front of the closed entrance where Taehyung told them his name and that he was being expected which thankfully caused the large gate to slide open with a painful screech sound.

Heart pounded so hard it could have ripped out of her ribcages, the hair on the back of her neck stood up and her palms a little sweaty. The guards lined up in front of the door with their suits and shades making her homemade white floral dress look like peasants work. Even from here she could recognize that those uniforms were not made from some random ordinary designer. Even though the design itself was quite ordinary.

Taehyung walked out of the car first before Belle followed suit.

As soon as she walked out, one of the guards held his hand out.

“Ma’am, the boss requests that you give away your car in the duration of the meeting.” He spoke in a robotic tone.

Belle wasn’t even sure if he was looking at her directly since the shades were so dark but she gave him her car keys anyway. The feeling of emptiness eerily seeping through her already nerve-wracked body. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how Taehyung must be feeling around all of this.

They were led into the mansion by three guards. The entrance was really just a big hall that stretched across the whole expanse of the building. When they passed a large open archway then Belle could see the furnished details; a few couches circled around in the middle of the large space with the fireplace behind the sitting, a bar on the far right with some maids tending to the dust while there were stairs on the left leading to the upper level.

Why would they want meet them personally for a few hundred dollars? It looked like a small loss looking at the quality of this whole building down to the outfits their guards were wearing.

Maybe it was more greed than the amount of the money.

“Please be seated. Master Jeon will speak to you shortly.” The same guard declared before moving back to his post and standing there like a statue.

Taehyung and Belle sat at the couch that faced the fireplace. Thankfully the maids were kind enough to turn it on since she hadn’t realized how cool it was going to be in the house. They offered them tea which they both turned down. An empty stomach meant less likely for her to throw up from the anxiousness. Taehyung, on the other hand, lost interest for food altogether barely eating anything but crumbs.

She noticed the hollowness of his cheeks and the darkness under his eyes. How long had it been since she saw a smile stretching across his lips? Taehyung used to be filled with light and passion beyond anything Belle had ever seen. He was the reason she pushed herself to pursue her own dreams despite the side-eyes from their parents. He defended her passion. He protected from unfair treatment always giving her shine he thought she deserved.

Now Belle had to repay the favor. She needed to encourage her brother to restart his path back to one that made him happy instead of one that slowly destroyed him to the core.

Footsteps brought her back out from her thoughts, eyes trailing over to the stairs. A tall built figure dressed in an all-white suit with a button-up shirt to match, loosely done up so his gold necklace could glimmer in the light. Belle noticed the gold cufflinks shimmering from his wrists. Hair styled somewhat neatly with a side part and strands hovering his eye when he moved, lips a rosy hue and his face looked for younger than she expected.

When people said ‘drug lord’ she imagined a stumpy old creep with similar attire except traditionally unkempt with facial hair and untrimmed chest hair that hung over their shirts.

Despite his pleasant appearance, Belle was not going to be blinded to the fact that this man thrived off of her brothers’ suffering.

The man finally met her gaze after only glancing a little at Taehyung before sitting down on the couch in front of them. Legs spread apart ever so slightly, he leaned back with one of his arms extended out. “Mr. Kim.” He spoke in a soft tone, eyes going back to her older brother now. “Do you recognize who I am?” He searched his expression.

Taehyung kept his head lowered but nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Who am I?” He pressed on like a father calmly scolding his child.

“M-Master Jeon Jungkook…” He muttered helplessly almost glancing up to meet his gaze but quickly looking down once again.

“So you do know…” Jungkook nodded, pressing his lips together. “Here I was thinking you consider me a joke. Taking bags and bags of my products while assuming I won’t try to track you down. Is that you what you thought of me?” His tone grew firmer.

Unlike Taehyung, Belle kept her head up, maintaining her gaze on the stranger. It seemed like Jungkook had a good eye for noticing when he flickered over to look at her instead.

“No, sir.” Taehyung shook his head frantically. “I-I just n-needed to get my money together.” He explained in a shaky voice not noticing that his precious ‘sir’ was staring at Belle a lot longer than she was comfortable.

Maybe he was waiting for her to duck her head down like her older brother.

The urge to do so was stronger than ever but Belle persisted. Until Jungkook glanced over at Taehyung again.

Her brothers’ fingers trembled violently at this point. Belle itched to comfort him somehow but she wanted him to try and face on his own to some extent. Coming here and sitting next to him was already being far too lenient but she couldn’t let him do this completely alone. Not when the healing process was so fresh and people like Jungkook would do anything to make sure he stayed addicted.

“Where’s the money?” Jungkook gestured towards him.

Belle took a small breath, placing the envelope on her lap onto the glass coffee table. “One of your men said he owed seven hundred.” She spoke up now trying to keep her voice as steady as possible even though her heart was beating out of control. “The envelope has eight just in case he wasn’t accurate.” A chilly feeling brushed over her body when her savings just sat there on the coffee table. Nothing but petty money for Jungkook but to her, it was the only way she could afford the vacant building in the city for her boutique.

“And you are?”

“His sister.” She muttered, glancing over at Taehyung who let out a deep sigh.

Jungkook stared down at the thick envelope for a few minutes with a raised brow. “Jongho…” He curled his fingers in towards a guard who quickly rushed over to stand beside him. “Please escort Mr. Kim to the second living room for a moment. I’d like to have a word with Ms…”

“Belle.”

“Belle…” The corner of his lip curled up before he gestured again towards the man called Jongho and he immediately led Taehyung away from them.

Belles’ heart raced seeing his helpless face looking back at her not sure if he was trying to apologize or if he was terrified of why they were being separated. “Why’re you taking him away?” She asked, being as polite as possible but her tightening fists told a different story.

“I’m not going to hurt him.” Jungkook murmured. He leaned in to rest his elbows on his knees, eyes searching her expression closely. “I thought it’d be better if I had a private conversation with a more steady minded person rather than your brother.” He nodded behind her.

Her brows furrowed glancing down at the closed envelope before staring up at him. “We got you the money, why do we need to have a conversation?” Belle’s voice was low just enough for only Jungkook to hear and no one else. Not that she could raise her voice even if she tried from how closed up her throat was.

“Because I’m honorable to an extent but I also hate people taking advantage of my kindness.” Jungkook shrugged lightly. “Your brother had been freely given all the products he consumed and he waited three months to give me my payment.” He let his sentence linger in the air to add more effect. “Three months of losing product and receiving no profit in return is not a risk I like making, Belle. Nor do I want to make it again.”

“So…what’re you saying?” Belle thought of the worst possible scenarios. Would they take Taehyung away and punish him? Or kill him? Was he being punished right now and Jungkook was just lying to prevent a scene? She watched his soft eyes trail up and down her form trying to be subtle but Belle caught it immediately feeling the urge to hide away into the couch.

“I’m saying the deal’s changed.” Jungkook declared in the most casual way like you would cancel a simple outing to the mall. “Look I can get money anytime I want to…you know that, don’t you?” He tilted his head a little searching her features. “I asked for this personal meeting on the basis of principle. Taehyung and many people like him need to understand that we stand by codes just as much as anyone. I’m not a money pig that just drools and accepts cash when it’s given to me.” He raised a brow.

Belle winced lightly, shaking her head. “Then why are we here? What do you want?”

Jungkook did nothing for a minute and gave her a soft smile. “Something he can take a little more seriously than cash…well—someone.”

Blood drained from her body from her aching head to her toes. Belle pierced into his smug gaze hoping…praying that he didn’t meant what she thought. The last thing she ever looked to be afraid of but now became the ultimate bane of her visit.

A visit thought to be quick and sweet with cash exchanged. How could she be surprised? These people wanted so much but still asked for more. What more could she expect from the man that took just to have the power to take some more? “Taehyung’s a good man.” She whispered. “He won’t do this again.”

“That’s what a lot of people tell me for years about their relatives or friends, Belle.” Jungkook murmured under his breath keeping the conversation to themselves despite the maids and guards standing around. “My grandfather heard it…my father heard it…every single time those people come back begging for more and then we get blamed for the dead bodies.” He sighed in slight defeat but she didn’t buy it in the slightest.

There was nothing noble about this request. If he were any other man gaining the audacity to say something like this, he would expect a hard punch on his nose. Except now it wasn’t just her own safety in question. Nor was Jungkook any ordinary man who could be taken by police or a punch looking at his build. “What am I supposed to do?” Belle murmured, heat flushing in her body making her more exasperated than grateful at the running fireplace.

Once again, a smile stretched across Jungkooks’ rosy lips. If it were taken out of context you’d think he was some sweet boy admiring something. But the reality was far from that lie. “You’re not going to be my prisoner, if that’s what you’re asking.” He smiled a little wider, eyes glimmering. “I’m not that evil.”

Debatable.

“You’re a lot more intelligent than you let on.”

“You just met me.”

“But I meet a lot of people…a little too many. So I tend to rely on first impressions and hope I’m right.” Jungkook shrugged.

“And if you’re wrong?”

He chuckled under his breath gesturing over to his guards. “They’re not there for decoration…and I don’t always negotiate like this. I’m just having a good day.” She saw his expression grow dark but the smile still remained making him look utterly sinister.

Visions of Taehyung tied to a chair, sobbing flashed across her mind making her mentally slap herself back to reality. She couldn’t look weak in front of him of all people. That’s what he wanted…for people to cower in front of him as he spewed his threats around to get everything he asked for. But denying him completely and storming out wouldn’t exactly be the smartest decision either considering she didn’t actually know where her brother was. The mansion was still mystery to her and Jungkook could easily hurt any of them as he so subtly stated with that stupid, fucking smile.

“So…what do you say, Belle? Do we have an accord?”

-

Taehyung was led back into the main living room, slightly yanking off of Jongho’ grasp and giving him a glare when he walked away. He looked over at Belle, her back facing him standing in front of Jungkook. “Belle?”

Belle looked over her shoulder and gave him a smile as she walked closer. She let out a sigh of relief seeing no sign of injury on the older male.

“Did he do something to you?” After the longest time, Taehyung sounded like an older brother again looking after Belle whenever she looked the slightest bit distressed. “What did he say?” He whispered.

She stayed silent, gaze lowered to look at his T-shirt before flickering up to force a smile at him. “It’s going to be okay.” Belle murmured. “He even offered to pay for your rehabilitation and get you back on your feet.”

Brows furrowed now gaining the urge to glance over at Jungkook but he couldn’t seem to stop searching his sisters’ expression. “Why would he want to pay for—”

“I told him to.” Belle gulped, smile fading away into a small frown.

“Belle, we can’t pay him back for all of that.” Taehyung held onto her bare arms feeling the cold skin underneath his.

She nodded. “Yes we can. He’s only asking for one thing.”

“…What?” He whispered.

Belle bit down her bottom lip, chin quivering a little before she smiled again even though her eyes grew glossy. “He wants me.”

Taehyungs’ heart plummeted making his whole body feel heavy. “No…” He shook his head, grip tightening around her arms as if she was going to disappear if he let go. “He can’t do that.”

“I agreed.”

“Belle!” It was more a loud whisper than anything but it managed to turn a few heads. “He’s going t—”

“I know what he’s going to do.” Belle rubbed his chest soothingly. “But this is the only way I can help you.”

“You have the money, why won’t he take it?” He gestured towards the envelope on the coffee table which now looked long forgotten.

Belle lowered her gaze. “Because he thinks you’ll just do it all again. He doesn’t trust you.”

“And you trust him?” Taehyung retorted causing heat to bubble up inside Belle.

“I trust you to do your part in this promise.” She tightened her jaw, wincing as the lump in her throat grew painful. “Unless you have a better idea to escape a pissed off drug lord then you will do this.” Tears flooded at her eyes threatening to escape but her gaze persisted on him. “Please promise me you’ll try to get better from now on.” Her lips quivered. “I didn’t know how else to help you. But now you need to help me. You need to heal and get back on your feet.”

Taehyung brushed against his fingers through the hair rested on her shoulder. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me.” Belle shook her head as an attempt to reassure him but he didn’t look at all convinced. “I’ll be fine.” She smiled faintly, a few tears escaping down her cheeks which he wiped off gently.

“I’m so sorry…” He whimpered, fingers curling around her hair. “This is all my fault, I should’ve just come here on my own.”

“He would’ve killed you.”

“But you’d be happy.”

Belle chuckled sadly. “You really think I’d be happy if I lost you?”

“But you wouldn’t be here.” Taehyung side glanced over at the guards who looked completely unfazed by the whole ordeal while Jungkook had his back turned to them, gazing out into the garden outside.

“Everything’s going to be fine.” Belle wasn’t sure if that was directed at her brother or herself. Was this meant to be her big fork in the road? The path she was supposed to determine her whole life. Maybe her parents were right. Maybe she was amount to only one thing… but she’d be caught dead before she cowered begging before people like Jungkook. If he wanted her then he could have her. But he’d be an idiot to think she wasn’t going to use that to her own advantage one day. “We’re allowed to see each other so you’re not losing me, okay? I’ll be there whenever you need me.”

Taehyung sighed in frustration averting his gaze, boring holes in the back of Jungkooks’ head with his glare. “I want to kill him.”

“Then we’ll never get out of here.” Belle replied simply.

Finally Taehyung succumbed to his sisters’ wishes, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead before letting go, physically deflating as he was led out of the mansion by one of the guards.

One of them, same Jongho walked over to her. “I’ll drive him back safely, Ms. Kim.” He gave her a reassuring smile before following Taehyung out of the mansion.

The double doors closed blocking out whatever light that came from it leaving her empty.

“Taehyung will call you when he gets home. So you know he’s safe.” Jungkook spoke up now in a gentle tone but Belle kept her back to him. “And your personal belongings will be moved here in a few days.”

She licked her lips before lowering her gaze, letting a few silent sobs before wiping the tears away. “Where can I freshen up?” Belle looked down at her fingers seeing the light mascara smudges, trying to wipe at the corners of his eyes to wipe any traces away.

Jungkook seemed like he gestured towards one of the maids because a kind looking woman padded over and touched her on the shoulder.

Her grey hair wrapped up in a bun and the smile lines around her face showed when she gave her a sweet grin, making her look like the only person that seemed somewhat trustworthy in this building. “Let’s go upstairs, dear.” She held onto her arms and led her towards the stairs. “I’ll get some new clothes sent up as well.”

Belle didn’t glance at Jungkook but she could feel his gaze on her when she was led up the stairs to the now shared master bedroom.

-

Similar to what a hotel suite would look like, the master bedroom adorned a modern design with an opaque black curtains drawn to keep the room cool and ambient with the warm lights. A king-sized bed with classic white sheets with some gold detail matching the aesthetic of the whole mansion itself. There was a marble partition that had a small gap on the bottom with a modern looking fireplace on to keep the room warm, situated on the immediate left when they walked in.

On the other side of the partition was a desk with a closed laptop and some files. Another open archway on the right that led to a walk-in-wardrobe with lit up shelves that accentuated all the different shoes and shirts.

Upon walking through the archway into the wardrobe, on the right, there was the private bathroom just as big as every other small area in the monster of a bedroom.

Belle was led into the bathroom by the kind maid where she saw a shower that could have been the size of her laundry room, a sink just in front of it with a bathtub on the far end. The white bathtub contrasted against the grey marble floor with a large window that showed a forest-like view.

“It’s an illusion.” The maid explained as if to reassure her that her baths were not going to be displayed out into the world. “The Master asked for a glass case that held shrubs but the foggy forest is an intricate painting by one of the familys’ personal artists. He likes the feeling of being disconnected from the modern world when he’s relaxing.”

Normally the design would impress her greatly. The idea of having the illusion of a calm forest without the hassle of actually moving to one was genius and the greyish light gave the bathroom a relaxing morning feel. Right now however it made her feel more trapped than ever. Even the view outside was just an illusion in her new cage. Nothing felt solid and real at this point like Belle was a ghost floating around in a dream that never seemed to end.

“Your towels are over on the stand there, dear. I’ll have robes and a change of clothes brought to you outside soon.” The maid smiled patting her lightly on her arm. “Don’t fret too much, darling. I don’t think the master has any intention of hurting you.”

“It’s not him hurting me that’s making me nervous.” Belle smiled sadly, grateful that the woman even cared to reassure her somehow.

“Ah…” The maid smiled and nodded knowingly. “I’ll get you some of my special tea…it calmed me down on my wedding night.”

Belle’s heart sank seeing the woman smile at her a little sadly too. “Is the secret ingredient whiskey?” She tried to lighten the mood which successfully made the woman chuckle. Somehow seeing the way the woman helped her in her own way reminded her of why she was in this glass case in the first place. She remembered Taehyung smiling again, throwing away all the things that tarnished all the peace in his heart and being free. She needed to be strong.

“Not really but…I’ll see what I can do.” She whispered the last bit with a cheeky smile before turning on her heel to leave Belle in a few moments of solitary freedom at the very least.

-

It may have been dark by now.

At least when Belle peeked the slightest outside the curtained window, the sun had been dipping into the hills to give the sky a pinkish hue. Her heart pounded at the lack of notifications from her brother. Her body felt fresher now that she had a comfortable long white nightie with a thin robe to keep her arms somewhat cozy. But skin still heated up significantly with her anxiety.

Then minutes passed before her phone buzzed and her heart released a thousand sighs of relief seeing Taehyung’s name.

“Belle?”

“Yes it’s me.” Belle whispered with a biggest grin on her face from the sheer relief. “You went home okay? They didn’t hurt you?”

“No, no they were just… fine.” Confusion trailed in Taehyung’s voice. “That guy has way too much fucking power, they just dropped me off and left saying they’ll come back to drop me off at the rehab center. Normally his men tried to rough me up whenever they saw me.”

“That’s because they knew you’re the guy that doesn’t pay.” Belle cringed mentally hearing herself defend their actions but…she was a little too good at considering perspectives, she guessed.

“I guess…also I’m the one who’s supposed to be asking you if you’re okay.” Taehyung corrected but Belle let his words linger in the air for a moment.

Sitting in the luxury bedroom wearing a clearly quality robe with people working at her beck and call, in a first glance people would call her lucky. Digging deeper into the surface and seeing that Belle was manipulated into being in his position then people would call Jungkook a monster.

Was it only one of them? Was it both? Was it neither? Was this just a game that Belle had no choice but to play for a time until her brother got better? How far did Jungkook even think this through? Why was he so interested in manipulating Taehyung the most? Did he do this to every sister, brother or parent that came around? Did they even come this far?

“Belle, you still there?”

“Yeah…yeah, I’m okay. I’m just sitting.” She quickly explained.

The thoughts crowded in her head making it ache but thankfully the maid—her name she found out was Nana—gave her a piping hot cup of tea apparently laced with some herbs that helped calm anxiety and nerves. It was an ancient herb given to young girls so they could go through their wedding night without having an anxiety attack or breaking down. Blowing away some of the steam, Belle took a few sips ignoring the bitter taste on her tongue.

“I don’t know what he wants yet but I think I have an idea.” Belle spoke solemnly.

“You really don’t have to do this, Belle.” Taehyung whispered desperately.

“We don’t have any other choice.”

“You could just come back home and I’ll just handle it.”

“You had three months to handle it.” Her voice grew firm quicker than she even expected but she kept her head cool. Silence ran on the other end of the line making Belle sigh to calm herself down. “We just need to keep our heads. We’ll be fine.” She didn’t mean to make her tone sound so dreary but this wasn’t exactly the cheeriest of moments in her life. Her fingers absentmindedly played with the fabric of her soft nightie trying to empty her mind for a little while. “I need to go, okay? I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay…Belle…”

“Yeah?”

“…I love you. Be safe.”

The lump in her throat grew again suffocating her when she forcefully swallowed it down. “I love you too.” Belle whispered before hanging up. Taking longer sips from her tea now, it took a few seconds for her feel her limbs loosen like ice melting near a fireplace. Her body cooled down from her heated anxiety to a comfortable warmth she could melt into without the worries of the troubles around her.

For a moment, she could close her eyes and relish in the new found relief wanting to silently thank Nana for providing her this cup of momentary tranquility.

The door opened with the familiar white-suited man walking in giving her a glance as he shrugged his blazer off. “Nana got you some clothes…good.” Jungkook muttered, walking into the walk-in wardrobe and placing his blazer back before taking off his cufflinks when he walked back in the bedroom. “Is it comfortable?”

“Yes.” Belle replied, brushing her palms across the smooth sleeves of the robe. She never worked with satin a lot but whenever she felt it under her skin it gave her the tingle of pure luxury. “I just spoke to Taehyung…he came home safe.”

“I told you he would.” Jungkook murmured, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off his shoulder before placing into a hamper for the maids to take care of.

Belle noticed the stencil like silhouette of a phoenix etched into the right side of his chest as he walked over to his side of the bed. “You kept to your word. Thank you.” Not that you deserve it but…common courtesy.

She caught a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips while he unbuckled his belt and threw it on the floor.

“Do I sense a little bitterness, Ms. Kim?” Jungkook mused.

“Why? You don’t like a little bitter taste on your tongue?” Snakes must get used to it by now, she thought.

“I know you’re not a fan of me.” He stated the fucking obvious. “But you could say no anytime. I’ll just deal with your brother without bothering you again.”

Belle tightened her jaw, gripping onto the fabric of her nightie averting her gaze forcing a long silence to plunge into the room.

Jungkook finally sighed. “I didn’t mean that.” He muttered but Belle was mostly trying to focus back on the relaxation the tea gave her again. “Our accord is as solid any other contract so I’m not allowed to touch your brother…while you’re still with me anyway.”

“Is this how you get all your girls?”

He chuckled walking over and standing in front of Belle, forcing her to look up at him. “Would you be pleased if I said no?” Jungkook placed an index finger under her chin while his thumb hovered for a moment over her lips.

“Only if it’s the truth.” Belle replied simply, her knees melting into the surface of the bed.

Jungkook smirked moving his hands into her hair. “I don’t invite just anyone in my bed, no. But you’re not just anyone.”

“Why do you think that?” She asked as he slowly leaned in closer, fingers sliding down the crook of her neck letting the sleeves of her robe and nightie slip down with a mere touch.

“Because you were the only one brave enough to come this far.” He whispered pushing down the other side of her sleeves to leave her shoulders exposed. “Girls love the bad boys but never seem to understand what they’re asking for.” Cold fingers brushed against her collarbones, across her chest up her neck until he finally caressed her bottom lip with his index finger.

They want a fairytale. Beauty and the Beast. But eventually they find out that the Beast was never a prince in the first place. They realize that a mere kiss won’t break the curse.

“You know exactly what you’re asking for… don’t you?” Jungkook asked in a tone of a warm coo.

I’m not asking for this, Belle bit her tongue. But I do know what I’m getting myself into. What you gave me no choice but to get into. She stared at him determined to keep his gaze no matter how much she wanted to close her eyes. He wasn’t going to overpower her, not in that way. I received a beast instead of a prince…but you’re not getting any vulnerable fucking princess either. Keeping her eyes on his, she parted her lips and took his finger into her mouth barely waiting for Jungkook to make any move before she began suckling on it.

“Of course you do.” The mere action was enough of an answer for the male as his smirk grew darker. Jungkook took his finger away pushing down her nightie and robe further down until her breasts were displayed to him.

Belle was grateful for the warmth from the fireplace spreading through the room at his point. But in mere seconds Jungkook used his glistening finger to brush across her nipple causing it to stand erect almost instantly. A light gasp caught in her throat as she pressed her palms on the surface of the bed making her chest push out a little. When she threw her head back a little, he quickly took the opportunity to devour her lips, tongue pushing against her teeth which she kept clamp shut.

Long enough for him to get impatient and bite down her bottom lip a little. Then she allowed him to push through and explore her mouth. Jungkook knelt down but kept their lips locked as he sneaked his hands under her nightie, pushing the soft fabric, nails grazing against her skin causing a tingle down her spine.

Belle lifted a little to let him push the dress further up until he completely pulled both pieces of clothing off over her head. Before she could even comprehend her exposure, he picked her up a little and shifted so she could rest her head on the silk pillows. Her heart raced against her ribcages but she stopped being sure of why at this point, instead she thought about the herbs Nana gave her. Maybe thinking about how it can help would psychologically increase its effects? Stupid but maybe.

When she looked down at the male out of curiosity, she saw him discard his pants and boxers before climbing back onto the bed.

Belle kept her legs closed loosely before he pushed them apart, hands gliding down her inner thighs to her panties. His thumb pressed against the clothing right against her hiding nub making her jerk her hips a little at the suddenly awakened nerves.

He didn’t waste any time to hook the hem of her panties and strip it off her before dipping down in between her legs. His mouth feasted on her clit, tongue licking around her slit before sliding in teasingly slow and moving back to suckling on her bundle of nerves.

Her chest rose and fell as her eyes focused more on the ceiling, biting onto her bottom lip, light whimpers emitting from under her breath.

Jungkook released her clit with a pop sound before settling his hips between her legs. His already hardened shaft teased her slit a little more, wet sounds tickling her ears before she felt him stretch her out.

A moan finally erupted from her throat, clenching around him making him groan.

“It’s okay…” He whispered in her ear when she turned her head to the side. “Does it hurt a lot?”

Belle’s head felt like it was trying to find a straight line in a completely scribbled piece of paper. Her core ached for a moment. She felt Jungkooks’ thumb rub at her clit making her walls relax a little as she focused on the light wash of pleasure rushing across her lower body. Slowly she shook her head moving back to face him again. “No…it’s okay.” She whispered, meeting his gaze when he still wasn’t moving. Leaning up she pressed a shy kiss on his lips.

It took mere seconds before Jungkook began moving in and out of her, still slowly rubbing circles on her erect clit.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, their foreheads pressed against each other as he grinded into her slightly nudging the spot that sent sparks through her body.

His pace quickened, both hands pressed down on the surface of the bed as he thrusted into her in a steady pattern letting the sounds of skin slapping linger in the air.

Belles’ skull felt numb, her mind locked up all her thoughts and allowed her body to succumb to his consistent pounding. Head threw back against the pillow as he chased his own orgasm, her own juices spluttering onto his lower belly. She hummed lightly under her breath which seemed to encourage Jungkook to go faster until the bed started to shift.

Jungkook lowered down a bit more, pressing wet kisses on her neck, trying to muffle his moans against her skin as his thrusts grew sloppy.

Belle felt a gentle wave of pleasure before Jungkook quickly pulled out with his release splattering all over her belly. She let out a small sigh, rubbing circles on her clit again to prolong her small climax before her bundle felt too sensitive to touch making her legs close up again. She watched the other male catch his breath still kneeling in front of her before crashing on the space beside her.

Whatever piece of physical satisfaction swirled around her body melted quickly into her chest clenching painfully. It didn’t take too long for her to notice all too clearly what spilt on her skin but Jungkook had already pulled out a wash cloth and wiped her clean. The traces still burrowed in her mind now.

Jungkook threw the wash cloth away before resting back on the bed again, shutting his eyes for a moment. Both of them catching their breaths and finally dwindling back to their fucked up reality.

“I can’t break this deal.” He murmured looking up at ceiling similar to her. “If I do, I’ll have to kill your brother.”

Belle swallowed the lump in her throat, a small tear spilling from the corner of her eye. “Am I supposed to be your sex toy until you’re done with me?”

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not allowed to have…sex toys.” Jungkook sighed. “There’s another reason why I changed the deal.”

She finally turned her head to face him, brows furrowing. “What did you not tell me?”

The male took a deep breath before meeting her gaze. “My uncle and aunt have been forcing me to get married to someone of their choice. It’s gotten so pressing to a point where they’ve paid them to seduce me so it doesn’t look arranged.” Jungkook explained, running his fingers through his hair before resting on his head on his arm. “My rejections have stopped working. So I thought I should get a courtship with someone I choose before I’ll have to succumb to my uncle and aunts’ wishes.”

Belle could practically hear her own heart slamming out of her ears, more tears burning in her eyes. “So… you just…saw me and decided that you were going to make me your wife?”

“Did you want me to ask for your parents’ blessing or something?”

She averted her gaze back to the ceiling. “My parents are dead.”

“…I didn’t—”

“Of course you didn’t fucking know, we don’t know each other.” Belle inhaled a shaky breath before closing her eyes to calm herself down.

You are a fucking beast.

“Darling I gave you a chance to turn back.”

“So you wouldn’t hurt my brother.”

“Your brother was already dead if he kept going the way he did.” Jungkook winced a little before sighing in frustration. “I told you I’m not trying to be evil. A lot of people look at me when they want to see power. The world I live in chews up people who are too merciful.”

“My brother is innocent.” Belle sobbed lightly, forcefully biting down her bottom lip.

“He’s vulnerable to what I offer. Did you really think he was going to stop taking drugs just because he paid the money?” Jungkooks’ question lingered in the air for a while. “Correction: just because you paid the money.”

“So you want me to be your wife…” She swallowed thickly. “…or you’ll kill my brother.”

“When you say it that way, I do sound evil.” Jungkook pondered. “But yes. Everything else in the deal still stays the same. You’re free to do whatever you want.”

“Except leave you.” Belle corrected.

“Except leave me.” Jungkook confirmed in the most casual fucking tone ever.

Belle did nothing but stay silent and turn to her side, back facing him making the male sigh in slight defeat. She felt his hand on her shoulder squeezing slightly as if it was going to give her any kind of comfort.

“A lot of marriages can be worse than this, you know.” He squeezed it again. “You’re going to have to work with me for this to run a lot smoother, yeah? You did so well today.” Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “I promise it won’t feel so bad after a while.”

She knew now. Kissing the beast didn’t break the curse.

It made one.

NEXT CHAPTER >>

[bubblyhoney]

sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

requests/inbox status: open

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“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

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A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]

[alrightberries]

dante’s inferno

request: wassup homie could you maybe write a college au fic where levi and reader are rommies, then one day reader brings home an adopted cat without levi's prior knowledge? You could decide what happens next lol. Tysm 🥺

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 4k

❈ summary: college au. in which you bring a stray cat to your dorm and your neat freak roommate won’t let you keep it.

alternatively: a compilation of college shenanigans where you and levi are best friends who are bad with feelings (ft. an unamused cat named dante)

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. mentions of alcohol and smoking. implied smut.

a/n: this was supposed to be loosely based on the nine circles of hell according to inferno by dante alighieri— hence the title— but i did my research wrong so now it’s loosely based on the seven terraces of purgatory according to divine comedy. i’m keeping the title tho.

Inspired by this art by @ryuichirou on tumblr.

Permission to repost art was granted by the artist. Do not repost/edit the art without explicit permission from the artist.

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i. first terrace: pride

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why?”

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why.”

Levi’s tongue clicks in annoyance. His eyes glance next you where the offending creature lay on your bed; tail curling, paws kneading at his your favorite fleece blanket. Quite frankly he’s a little offended when the little shit has the audacity to glare at him back.

He’ll never admit it, but his ego’s a bit bruised because the cat’s glare was slightly better than his.

“I said no,” he firmly replies, looking back to you. “It’s bad enough I have to share a room with an anarchist who has no respect for boundaries—“

“One time, I forgot to use a coaster that one time!”

“—and now you expect me to share a room with a dirty fur ball who does nothing but eat, shit, and sleep?”

“He’s a cat, Levi.” You murmur, scooping the cat into your arms. “And he has a name,” you give a nervous smile when you see your rommate grit his teeth. He feels a headache coming.

“You named it?”

“Dante is not an ‘it’.”

Levi makes a move to step closer but immediately stops when the ‘Dante’ hisses at him.

“Aw, he likes you.” You coo.

“Clearly,” he replies unenthusiastically. “Listen,” he sighs. “I respect your cat’s pronouns but that doesn’t mean he’s allowed to stay. Or do I need to remind you of the mac and cheese incident?”

Okay, maybe he was on to something. If you got caught with a pet in the dorms you’d breach your third and final warning, and you’d be forced to dorm off-campus. The fact that you were still here after the mac and cheese incident was solely because Levi pulled some strings (aka asked Erwin, golden boy of the campus who owed him a favor, to pull some strings).

But you couldn’t just let Dante go. There was something about him that felt so familiar; something about his black fur, thin silver eyes, unamused snarl, and overall grumpy demeanor. Especially endearing was the way he’d grumble and pretend to be annoyed whenever you tried to cuddle him but would complain if you stopped.

You just couldn’t figure out who or what he reminded you of.

Maybe you would’ve figured it out too if you weren’t so distracted with watching Levi and Dante stare at each other. Your eyes dart back and forth between the grouchy cat sitting on your bed and your grouchy roommate sitting on his desk. Both were slightly crouched over with their heads tilted up in a show of dominance; they were engaged in what seemed to be a glaring contest, gunmetal irises unamused and mouths taut in a snarl as they protected their territory.

You sigh. You really, for the life of you, couldn’t figure out why Dante felt so familiar.

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ii. second terrace: envy

Levi is not jealous. He’s not.

At least that’s what he tells himself as he sulks alone on his bed. His arms are crossed and his lips are in a pout, eyebrows knitted in distaste, occasionally glancing to your side of the room where you sat up on your bed. He’s sure whatever movie you chose to watch together is interesting and all, but right now all he could pay attention to was that stupid cat. Sitting on your stupid lap. Getting its fur stroked by your stupid hand. Getting all the love and affection his stupid self should be receiving.

It was him you should be cuddling, not Dante. Saturday nights were reserved for him and you, not you and a cat while he happened to be in the room. He’s been trying to make a move on you since high school and he can’t fucking believe he’s losing your attention to a cat. Sure, he’s always been too chicken to make a move and had to suffer seeing you get together with assholes— as per your type during your emo high school days— but this was a new low. He can’t wrap his head around the concept that he’s losing his longterm crush to a motherfucking cat.

When you coo at how adorable the fleabag was for what felt like the 50th time that night, Levi decides he’s had enough of the cuddle-hogging piece of shit.

Wordlessly, he crosses to your side of the room and lifts the cat from its perch, ignoring your protests as he sets it down on the floor and tells it to ‘scram, you little fuck.’ He uses a hand to dust your lap free of any microscopic cat particles Dante probably left behind before lying down his head down once he was satisfied. He grabs your hand to put it on his hair.

“Stroke.” He orders, eyes closing.

“What? No! You pushed off Dante.”

“He was in my spot.”

“You couldn’t have given up your lap pillow for one night?”

“One night?” He scoffs and turns to look at you. “You’ve been abandoning me for two weeks. That disgusting, tic-infested, rabies-carrying slob has no business sitting on your lap.”

“He’s not disgusting, you gave him a shower before you agreed to let me keep him. And I took him the vet to make sure he had all his shots. He’s clean, Levi.”

“Tch, good. Now throw him out and let him find someone else to freeload from.”

“Okay, what’s going on?” You guffaw. “You’ve been grumpier than usual. And why’re you being such an ass to Dante? He’s just a cat.”

“Don’t think he’s special in some way. I’m an ass to everyone.”

“Then why does it feel like you’re always extra mean to him?”

He doesn’t reply. His lips are downturned into a frown when he looks away with a click of his tongue, and you realize with a sigh you won’t be getting an answer from your cryptic roommate soon. Your fingers start mindlessly stroking his undercut when you get lost in your thoughts— a habit you developed through years of Levi using your lap as a pillow. He always complained the first few times you did it but you knew it calmed both him and you, and that it put both your minds at ease. Moreso Levi right now, apparently.

You’re keenly aware of how he seems to curl up into you the more you keep going. You watch as his shoulders slump down when you stroke the side of his face, and his eyebrows relax slightly. From your angle, you could even see the way his eyes close in content. Maybe even a tiny smile if you were being delusional.

Your lip twitches upward.

“Oh my god, Levi, are you jealous of a cat?”

“Shut up and play with my hair.”

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iii. third terrace: wrath

“You owe me a new cravat.”

You blink up at your roommate. “What?”

“You owe me a new cravat.” He repeats. He pulls from his pocket a white piece of fabric— barely recognizable— torn into shreds, releases it mid-air. It gently lands on your open palm.

“Wait, did Dante do this?” You ask, eyeing the slik in your hands.

“Unless you went feral in the middle of the fucking night and decided to cut up my clothes, yes.”

“Oh my god, Levi, I’m so sorry. I swear Dante will never—“

“You actually owe me three cravats,” he interjects. “The first two I overlooked since they weren’t that expensive but I draw the line here.” His lips are downturned into a frown, eyes poorly concealing his clear distaste. “This one’s my favorite and it was made from silk.”

You eye the fabric in your hands once more before nodding in understanding, setting down the once beautiful cravat before taking out your wallet. It was only fair that you paid him back; he was being more than generous with letting your cat stay and keeping it a secret, and now you wonder how many bad things Dante’s done that Levi’s overlooked or simply never brought up with you.

“Sure, I’m really sorry. How much do I owe you?”

Levi doesn’t say anything. Instead he pulls out his phone and types something on what you could only assume was google, most likely looking for the same brand of the cravat your cat had just torn into shreds. You weren’t entirely sure how much those could cost, but surely you could afford—

“What the fuck!” You screech, eyeing the page with very, very hefty price tags listed. Holy fucking hell where did he even get the money to buy something so expensive. Gulping, you nervously look up at your unimpressed roommate. You already knew he was taking it easy on you; his aura was the only thing intimidating, at least he wasn’t giving you the murder eyes. And even though he was a man of his word, you were thankful he hasn’t reported Dante.

Still, it didn’t change the fact that Levi looked pissed beyond belief.

“Uhm... can I pay you with a check that’ll definitely bounce?”

“You will pay me in cash.”

“Fuck, fine!”

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iv. fourth terrace: sloth

Levi silently works on his desk. His laptop’s open in fromt of him, numerous notes from classes and books from the library surrounding him. The gentle sounds of clicking and clacking echoe throughout the room as fingers typed at the keyboard, eyes concentrated and lips pulled taught as he focuses on his task. He’s on a roll. He’s almost done with this part of his research, nothing could snap him out of this, he just needs to—

“Levi, when do you think Dante will come back to me?”

He stops typing and grits his teeth.

This is how it’s been the entire night. Ten minutes of peace before you ask him some stupid questions that could’ve been answered with common sense.

“Fuck if I care.”

“Do you think it was something I did?”

He resumes typing. “Yes.”

“Do you think he’ll come back?”

“No.”

“Even after all we’ve been through?”

“Still no.”

“I miss him,” you sigh. “I miss him so much.”

“Then you shouldn’t have left the door open.”

It’s been a week since Dante escaped the dorm and Levi doesn’t understand why you’re still so depressed about it. I mean, you only lost a cat that you loved and treasured and treated like family. Surely a week of moping around in your pajamas and eating nothing but chips and soda was catharsis enough.

He hears you shift in your burrito blanket, presumably to turn away from him so you can sulk into the wall next to your bed. Good. Now he can get back to working on—

“Levi do you think Dante-“

“Enough.” He grits, slamming his laptop shut.

“Where’re you going?” You ask, eyeing the way he hurriedly stuffs papers and books into his bag along with his laptop.

“Out.” He replies, grabbing his keys and his coat. “I can’t stand this shit anymore.”

Your head is burried in your blankets when he slams the door shut and all you could do was slump down because great. You lost Dante, and now you’ve royally pissed off Levi.

Great. Just fucking great.

Unlike your cat, however, your roommate comes back hours later, just before curfew. He doesn’t bother with a hello— he never does— and neither do you, opting to stay hidden underneath the sheets. Though suddenly, there’s a dip in the mattress followed by a pur next to your head.

Could it be?

“Dante?” You murmur, lifting your head from underneath your cocoon of fabric. Small black paws and silver eyes meet your gaze. “Dante!” Immediately sitting up, you pulled him to your lap, scratching his little head and cooing about how much you missed him as he purred and curled into to you.

Levi would never say it, but he missed seeing you smile at the little fleabag.

You turn to look at your roommate. “How’d you find him?”

“Asked around the campus. He wandered into another dorm building and probably thought it was ours.”

“Well yeah but... I thought you hated him?”

“I do.” He replies instantly.

“Then why’d you find him?”

“I hate him, not you.”

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v. fifth terrace: avarice

“I fucking hate both of you,” Levi grumbles, staring at the dorm.

Towers of boxes lined his supposed to be clean dorm room. He had a hard time prying the door open since it was blocked, and he wasn’t even sure how the boxes weren’t blocking out the light from how high they were piled. Dante’s sat on a stack of box directly next to the door, purring and flicking his tail around. Levi squints his eyes and glares at the little shit.

“You especially.”

“Mrow?”

Levi’s day had been, with no irony or sarcasm at all, amazing. He got a good grade on his research paper; the guy in front of him at the cafe accidentally ordered an extra serving of (coincidentally, Levi’s favorite) tea and gave it to him for free; and he got full marks for the presentation he’s been worrying about for weeks. His class even got dismissed early so he had an extra hour for lunch. He knew you didn’t have classes, so in honor of his great day he thought he’d do something nice and take you out for lunch. His treat, of course.

But any trace of his good mood vanished when he went back to the dorms and got greeted to a room that looked like it came from an episode of Hoarders.

This is what he gets for trying to be nice.

“Levi! Is that you?” You called out.

“What the fuck happened?”

You laugh sheepishly— at least Levi thinks you do. He couldn’t see you beyond the hundred boxes that took up your shared room. He hears some rustling and the sound of things being moved around before finally your head pops out from behind a wall of brown, smiling at him apologetically before walking towards him (and tripping a few times).

“Remember when I said I’d order some toys for Dante as a surprise?”

Levi’s eye twitches. “Don’t tell me—”

“I accidentally ordered 10,000 instead of 10. Online shopping struggles, am I right?” You nervously chuckle at his pissed off face. Levi was not in the mood.

Your smile widens as you make twinkly gestures with your hands. “So uh... surprise?”

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vi. sixth terrace: gluttony

The clinic is still when you first entered.

The harsh smell of alcohol and sterile metal makes your nose grimace, and the coldness of the thermostat brings goosebumps to your arms. Behind the wall, somewhete in the waiting room, cats are hissing, dogs are barking, and you could even hear the sound of birds angrily chirping and rattling their cages.

Dante cowers in fear on the silver table, and your heart aches. His ears are down and his fur’s standing on its ends, but you couldn’t comfort him. Not right now, at least. The veterinarian still needed to do a few more checks.

You gulp, “how’s... how’s Dante looking, doc?”

“Not good,” she murmurs. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and she takes a deep sigh as she eyes the information on the chart. “It’ll take months before he can walk properly again, possibly more if we don’t do anything about it soon.”

“Don’t tell me... is he—-”

“I’m sorry, my dear,” she sighs. “But your cat is heavily obese.”

The corners of your lips twitch down into a frown, and your palm is warm when you start to stroke Dante’s fur. He calms down a bit from your touch, less on edge but still guarded as he warily eyes the doctor’s gloved hands.

“But I don’t understand,” you reply. “I’ve been following the recommended diet you put him on, and I haven’t been feeding him anything other than the cat food and vitamins you recommended. How’s he still obese?”

“Well, we could look into other solutions, but for now I think we ought to look at whether or not Dante has an underlying health problem.”

Levi tunes out the chatter between you and the vet, bored eyes staring into nothing. He’s leaning against a wall and he’s watching the cat carrier. Your bag’s slung over his shoulders and your coat’s in his arms, and he was sure you didn’t even need him to be here for “moral support.”

He mentally scoffs. You probably just needed a chauffeur to drive you for free, and honestly, Levi would rather feel like a chauffeur than a coat rack.

His eyes make contact with Dante’s, and all the fear in the cat’s eyes is suddenly gone, replaced with a steely glare and bared teeth. A warning, one no one else notices but him.

Levi gives him a solitary nod, understanding what Dante wanted to say.

Don’t tell Y/N I’ve been sneaking to the neighbors.

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vii. seventh terrace: desire

There’s something about the buzz of alcohol and nicotine that makes Levi confident—- the liquid courage in his veins and the smoke in his lungs clouding his judgement. Perhaps that’s where he finally gets the balls to cross the room, drunken eyes on your equally intoxicated ones, before he pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss starts slow, with lips just interlocking and lightly testing the waters. But then he feels your tongue make its way inside his mouth and your fingers weave into his hair to tug him closer, and Levi loses the last threads of inhibition he has. His tongue massages yours and one of his arm wraps around your waist, the other comes down to grope and knead your ass. He feels you walk backwards and your hand pulls at his tie, dragging him with you. Suddenly he’s trapping you against a wall, lifting one of your legs up to wrap around his hips so he could grind his crotch into yours.

Levi doesn’t expect his first kiss with you to be like this; messy and full of tongue and spit, full of fingers clawing at clothes and small grunts escaping your lips. He was hoping it’d be more romantic, with warm cheeks and fingers softly intertwining, shy kisses exchanged through little smiles.

But he’s not about to complain—- he’s wanted to be with you for years, and god he loved having you like this. Loved having you all hot and desperate, trapped between his firm chest and the wall. His cock is hard in his pants, and he just about growls when he feels you start to undo his belt, the fly of his pants coming down as you got on your knees and stared up at him with innocent eyes as you pull out his aching boner. There’s a cheeky grin your face when you pump at his length, and your tongue peaks out of your mouth before—

“Levi, are you okay?”

His eyes snap open, and he’s greeted to the sight of your worried face directly above his.

“Fuck!” he yells, and his forehead slams into yours when he flinches away. “Sorry, sorry” he quickly ammends when you yelp in pain.

He’s covered in sweat, he notices. Chest heaving, heart beating a little too loud for his liking, and he silently pulls the blankets over his cum stained boxers when you sit beside him.

God, he was really hoping you wouldn’t notice the fact that he came in his pants like a high schooler. And it was before dream you even got to suck him off. How much more pathetic could he be.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, m’fine, it’s just...” your eyes are distracted, staring off into space. Fingers trace his thighs, and you sigh. “You were having a nightmare,”

Levi blinks. “What?”

“You were having a nightmare,” you repeat. “Kept tossing and turning and groaning in your sleep. And you kept making these... funny faces,”

“...right,” he nods. Sure, a nightmare. A nightmare he never wanted to wake up from.

It takes about ten minutes to reassure you that yes, he was fine, don’t mind the way his cheeks are flushed, he was just... shaken up from his nightmare, is all. Then you’re back to bed, sleeping the night away, and twenty minutes later he’s on his way back to bed too; this time with a fresh pair of boxers and a content look on his face, all thanks to him finishing off his fantasies in the communal bathroom during his shower.

The door makes a quiet click when he shuts it behind him, and he freezes when he catches sight of Dante sat up on your bed, tail flicking behind him as he gives Levi a knowing look.

Levi squints his eyes, and he threateningly whispers, “you tell no one.”

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epilogue

The half empty room brings a frown to your face, and all you could do was pout as you sealed up the last of the boxes.

“Why do you have to leave again?” you ask, and Levi turns around as he finishes folding the last of his clothes. He shrugs. “Cats aren’t allowed in the dorms.”

You owed him your entire college career, that much was sure. The RA’s found out about Dante, and Levi had taken the fall to spare you. He wasn’t required to move out since it was only his first strike, but he insisted on doing so so that Dante wouldn’t be alone, saying he already found an apartment nearby and he’ll never hear the end of it from you if he didn’t take Dante with him.

Bullshit. Levi had a soft spot for Dante, you knew that much. He wasn’t doing it for you, he was doing it for himself. Though normally you’d be overjoyed to know that Levi really did secretly like the cat he pretended to hate so much, this time, you were just pissed. You couldn’t believe a fucking cat was stealing away the guy you’ve been in love with since high school. Sure, you were too much of a coward to ask him out, but he was basically your boyfriend already—- the entire campus knew you inadvertently had dibs on each other.

“Yeah but... do you have to leave me alone?”

“I asked you to come with me, and you said no.” He points out. “I still don’t see why when we’ve been roommates since we were freshmen.”

“It’s different off-campus!”

“How?”

“Because it’s like... it’s like we’re moving in together, y’know?” you reply. “And it seemed wrong to move in with you when we’re not even dating.”

“Let’s do it, then.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighs, handing you a spare key to what you could only assume was his new apartment. You glance between him and the key in your hands, and he rolls his eyes when he realizes that you still don’t get it.

“I know we’re doing this backwards since couples don’t typically move in before the first date,” he says before gesturing to Dante. “But we already have a son, and I know you’re his favorite parent. We can share custody until you can move in with me.”

You blink. “What?” Your brain stopped working when Levi referred to you as a couple, and you’re pretty sure your heart stopped beating too. At this point, anything he said went in one ear and out the other. He flicks your forehead.

“Hey— ow! What was that for?”

“You weren’t listening.”

“And you’re being a prick!” you grumble. “It hurts, y’know.”

He scoffs. “What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?” he scoffs.

Your mouth moves faster than your brain, “I’d rather you kiss me.”

Wait. What?

Before you could go back on your words, Levi shrugs. Warm palms gently grab your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his. Your eyes widen and you momentarily freeze, brain definitely not working anymore. He hesitates when you don’t make a move, but then you’re shyly leaning forward, and that was all the confirmation Levi needs.

“If you insist,” he whispers, and suddenly your words die on your tongue when his lips interlock with yours.

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Vicious

Part VI

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1567.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

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You spent the rest of your evening like a somnambulist, barely able to concentrate on your projects before you went to bed, barely finishing half of the things you planned for today. Even the change of locks didn't make you as happy as you thought it would. It felt like something between a dream and a nightmare.

Lying in the dark, you stared at the ceiling, thinking of what happened just a couple of hours ago. Why did he do it? Was it just out of habit and didn’t mean anything? Naturally, with his appearance and easy-going attitude, he probably dated many girls and didn’t think much before kissing someone he liked.

Remembering the way he talked to you in the morning, you thought he must have pretended to be shy around you. Thor certainly wasn’t sheepish.

Was it all a sham? Was Loki right about all of them, playing their roles to get close to you? You couldn’t forget the way Thor looked the moment he told you about being smart. It was like something switched inside him, and for a second you saw the real Thor who was far from being your simple, good-natured athlete.

Why did you keep thinking about that stupid kiss even after seeing the man could be dangerous?

Aroused and angry, you tossed and turned until you fell asleep.

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Waking up was especially tough, despite the fact you didn't really do much yesterday, meaning you were going to spend your weekend studying. Shoot, and that's when you planned to visit that new chocolate boutique in the city. Maybe you could still make it if you spent more time studying today?

But then again, going to the city alone might be a bad idea. Even if the guys who stole your things were beaten, it didn't mean it had always been the same people following you. The school was full of weirdos, in the end. What if somebody went after you? Steve would definitely say you had to bring one of your guards with you.

Damn. It was better staying in the dorm then.

"Good morning! Are you ready?" Peter's voice broke through the silence, and you flinched, hurriedly applying some lipstick because you didn't have enough time to put your makeup properly.

Well, at least you were fully dressed.

"Just give me a second!" Picking up your bag, you put your shoes on and opened the door, looking at a young guy who's face was lit up like a Christmas tree. "Hi!"

He definitely liked what he saw, and you felt your cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. From the very start of the semester Peter acted very sweet around you, and you thought you could be friends with him. He wouldn't do something as ugly as blackmailing, would he? Thor said it too. Clearly, Steve was exaggerating.

"Did you sleep well? I've heard you changed your lock, so now it'll be better."

"Ugh, I hope so. But I still sleep with my dresser blocking the door." Sighing, started walking, afraid to look in the faces of other students, hurrying off to school.

They must have been disgusted, watching you being friendly with one guy after being all lovey-dovey with the other just yesterday. Although you didn't see anyone in particular, you were sure somebody saw Thor kissing you. And now you were walking the corridors with Peter.

"By the way, what's your Insta?"

What? Your Instagram? Whatever for? Although you had no idea why he needed it, you let him add you, by the time leaving the dorm and walking towards the main building.

Suddenly, Peter got pretty close, his arm on your waist as he lifted up his phone and hummed, "Look here and smile!"

Before you realized what he was doing, the boy kissed your temple, and you heard the sound of a photo being taken by his front-facing camera. What the Hell?!

"Peter!" Pissed at him, you quickly break free and stepped back, but he was already looking at his phone, editing the photo and posting it almost immediately.

You heard your phone buzz when he marked you on the photo.

"That's a good one. You look very cute here."

"What are you doing?!"

"Making a proof we're dating, of course?"

You were taken aback by the sincerity in his voice, and Peter smiled from ear to ear like an excited teenager, showing you the picture: it wasn't that bad, and you looked as if you were slightly embarrassed by Peter's closeness. Oh, of course. He had to convince his friends he was dating you, but he didn't kiss you on the lips that could make other people too suspicious. Instead, friends of Barnes or, say, Thor, would still think it was all for show, and it was their friend who dated you for real.

Shit, Steve's plan was incredibly complicated, and you didn't like it at all.

"Oh, alright." You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the ground, and Peter laughed.

"We'll make a TikTok dance later. If you wanna make people talk, just use your social media." He winked at you and put the phone in the pocket of his pants, resuming walking, and you moved along, your face still hot.

God, what did these guys got you into? You felt like you were lost in the middle of a play, not even having a script to read what was your role in all this.

Before you parted your ways, going to a different classrooms, Peter talked about videogames, the upcoming Resident Evil - apparently, his favorite franchise - and some Dota tournament, but you didn't know much about it, and Peter offered to show you his favorite games "because you can't spend all your time studying!"

He was as careless and sweet as always, but you couldn't get Steve's words out of your mind. Damn, if only you could know for sure that Peter didn't blackmail anyone. Who could you talk to about it? Obviously, not Peter himself, but every time he spoke you had that nagging feeling you needed to talk to him. You barely kept your mouth shut before he went to a different room.

Ugh, why didn't you transfer anywhere else when you still had a chance? Obviously, now you could only drop out of school, and it definitely wasn't something you were going to do.

Luckily, the next couple of hours you were busy with your classes, trying your best to prepare for the upcoming exams. The academy held high standards, and even though you were a good student, it still took lots of efforts to keep up the good work. How Thor even managed to get enrolled, judging by the fact he hated studying and often skipped classes?

Ah yes, he mentioned something about getting a scholarship from the academy for his success in the sport.

By the lunch time you were drained, listening to Peter chatting with an absent-mindedly epxression on your face. Funny enough, Peter's grades were better than yours, even though he spent much less time studying. What, was he some genius like Loki? You felt a little envy.

"I gotta go take my tracksuit, I have PE next," the boy said, and you nodded, throwing away the leftovers of your lunch.

As you stood close while he grabbed his sportclothes, you heard two guys talking behind the lockers to your right.

"Have you seen her today? She's with Parker!"

You tensed immediately. Of course, they were talking about you.

"Yeah, so what?"

"She was with Thor yesterday!"

Watching you froze on the spot, Peter stilled too, listening carefully. Oh shit, you hoped no one cared about who you went with - why should they, in the end - but, apparently, you were drawing too much attention simply because you were a girl among hundreds of male students.

"So what?" The other guy asked impatiently, growing tired of this conversation.

"Are you stupid? She's going out with them! I bet she's looking for a guy." The first student said with excitement, and you cringed. No, you weren't going out with anyone, you wanted to stop the weirdos from following you and steeling your things. Was it too much to ask?

"Yeah, who cares?"

"We have three fucking girls in the whole school, and you don't care if one of them could be going out with you? Besides, this one's pretty. I'd fuck her!"

You felt like you were going to puke any moment. Why on Earth did you decide to transfer to an all-boys school? It was like the whole school were a men’s room filled with stupid-ass guys, and you were locked inside, forced to listen them talk junk.

"You'd fuck a sheep, weirdo. Go get yourself a girlfriend if you can’t stop thinking with your dick.”

Laughing, the guy left, and his friend followed him, shouting something stupid while you breathed out a sigh of relief. Of course, you knew there would be some talk, but you didn’t expect it to be so... gross. Were you really gonna spend the two remaining years here?

Watching you getting frustrated, Peter gently touched you by the arm and said softly, “Don’t worry. They won’t talk rubbish about you.”

“What do you mean?” Suddenly thinking of Steve’s words, you blurted out exactly what you were thinking of the whole day, “Are you going to blackmail them with something?”

“I... what?”

Part VII

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Jesus Christ, you’re insatiable.

Bucky barely woke up when he caught you masturbating with a rabbit vibrator on your bed—laying on your stomach. The towel you thoughtfully laid on was folded halfway. He assumes that you’re a squirmer too when you come. The Friday night show was his favorite though, shame that he didn’t get any footage of it.

His dick is already hard but he’s got no time to waste just yet. Clicking open a screen recording app, he gets to work. Bucky’s already got some footage of you sleeping, cleaning up, and tidying your sheets. In his little mind palace, he’d never let you do any of these things—he’ll be the one to change the sheets, he’d tuck you in bed too.

Bucky let the program run on the desktop as he went to get his breakfast. His mind keeps drifting back to you in his office.

How do you like your coffee?

Do you even like coffee?

You look like a tea kind of person.

Maybe he’ll ask you for breakfast, as soon as he learns how your morning routine goes.

When he came back to his desk, the bed was already made up (again). He got worried for a second until your face came into the frame, your glasses fogged up with vapor.

You bring the laptop with you to the living room, along with a big mug of… something.

He’s gotta learn what you like so he can like it too.

On his side of the things, he sees that you keep your word processor running in the background. More work, perhaps? He hadn’t had the chance to check out your files just yet. He kept himself busy with your pictures and candids. Bucky had his favorites all printed out—he, of all people, knows that technology can’t be trusted, so why were you uploading these pictures of yourself?

There were ones taken in your bathroom, he presumes. On your bed. In the kitchen. By a fucking window, for crying out loud.

He wants to be the one to take these pictures, to imprint them into his memory. Seared in his brain. But not yet.

For now, he just needs to get back at making sure you’re safe in your apartment.

You’ve been staring and smiling at your phone for a while now.

What are you up to?

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Turns out Mr. IT Guy isn’t very social-media savvy.

All his pictures are out in the open for everyone to see. You wonder what he’s like in private, then.

Maybe he likes posting candids of his new girlfriends and deleting them when it’s over? For a man who has a face of a god, you’d expect to see at least a girlfriend within the past few months.

But he doesn't. No corny pictures, no hashtags of anniversaries, no tagged photos.

You spent your morning working up yourself with your trusty vibe, the image of him fucking you by the kitchen sink fresh on your brain.

Holy shit, does he have that effect on everyone?

What if you wander into his office after a shift and you’d find him stroking his cock? Would you close the door and never speak of it? Maybe you’d smirk and walk over him, sinking down on your knees to suck him off.

God, now you’re all worked up again. Horny, hot, and bothered. That’s good though, then you’d have the energy to finish the chapter you left a week ago.

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So you’re a writer by choice. Bucky knew that much.

What he wasn’t expecting though, is you write the most explicit things.

The all-white collar girl he met last week likes to get fucked roughly. Overstimulated. Choked. Gagged. Slapped. Spit on.

He’s gotta show you how to make love. Slow, sensual love. Preferably after the roughhousing, that is.

Oh, the things he’d do to you—how he’ll worship your body, head to the tip of your toes. Bucky wants to bury his cock between your lips and praise you for the good girl you are. He wants to let you know that you don’t need to be degraded in order to come.

You just need him.

Bucky’s cock twitches in his sweatpants, still painfully hard. The thick vein on the underside of his shaft protrudes, waiting for him to just fuck something warm.

His hand will do for now.

By the time he got his hand gripping the base of his cock, he’s got you in fullscreen. The recording app still running in the background.

You’re busy. Typing. Researching. Looking for words to replace ‘say.’ Your sleep shirt is loose on your soft frame.

Bucky focuses on you, then. Imagining you on your knees, right here in his apartment. You’d be wearing those glasses you have on. He knew he had a thing for girls with glasses.

He closes his eyes to indulge himself in his own movie.

Your tongue laying flat against his girth, drooling all over the thick base of his dick. He’d let you take your time licking, all the way from his balls to tip. Your lips would close around his leaking head, teasing and tasting his precum.

One of his ties would be around your wrists so you’d learn how to use your mouth.

Bucky swears to God that he felt your mouth closing in on his cock as he pistons his fist faster. A guttural moan spills out of his mouth as his toes curl, the carpet gripping the pads of his feet.

“God, fuck—Y/N.”

Bucky forgoes any kind of underwear last night, only dressing himself up with baggy sweatpants. It was for the better too. He doesn’t think he’d come so much from watching someone—well, not just someone—on the screen.

He sighs, wiping himself clean on the underside of his pants. He needs to do his laundry soon.

Bucky looks at your face longingly from his side of the screen; God, is this how long-distance couples feel?

Maybe he’ll shoot you a text later.

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Unknown Number: I hope you’re doing well.

Unknown Number: How's your laptop?

Unknown Number: Shit, sorry, it’s Bucky from IT. :)

Your head spun in three different directions as the texts came in.

Hey, Bucky! I’m doing well. The laptop is too.

Was it too curt? Well, you didn’t want to come off too strong. It’s not like he’s been on your mind for the better half of your weekend morning.

Your stomach made a worrying flip as the message status turned Read 10:44 AM. But there was no typing bubble.

Whatever, you’re fine. You’re a busy girl. A strong, independent woman who—

IT Guy Bucky: Good! Just checking on you. We had some downtime due to system maintenance last night.

Oh, it’s work.

No problems on my end! You type in quickly, sending it. To be fair, all you had in common was a band.

Hey, I have a question. It’s not work-related.

—

Oh.

Oh, he fucked up, didn’t he?

Y/N: Do you know any restaurants near the office? I’m sick of eating take-out food. Other than the hipster hideyhole you told me.

Bucky breathed out a sigh of fucking relief when he read your text. He chuckles mostly at himself and composed a reply.

Yeah! I have a non-hideyhole spot a block away from the office. You wanna check it out sometime?

You already got inside jokes.

Is 11:30 good?

Yeah, Bucky types, a smile forming on his lips, 11:30 it is.

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Love Eventually Wins (A.B) Part 2

(Part 1)

Andy Barber Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Warnings: Angst but eventual fluff.

Summary: dad! Andy Barber x female reader. You juggle in the hospital between your dad and your son. You haven't forgiven Andy for what he said to you but you guys talk it out in the end and it's all eventual fluff.

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“Dad, you are going to be fine. We are all going to wait for you after the surgery.” Gently kissing your father on your head, you held back your tears because you didn’t want him to back down from his decision. You just prayed to God that this operation would be successful because you had already lost your mother to a car accident when you were four, so it was just you, Julie and your dad. You could not afford to lose another family member and you wanted Gabriel to know his grandfather when he grows up.

“Okay, sweetie. Will see you after.” He looked so pale and sickly just lying on that uncomfortable hospital bed. Silently kissing him on the forehead, the nurses took him away to the operation theatre.

When you got out of the room, your little sister immediately took you in a bone crushing hug and started sobbing uncontrollably. “It’s all going to be okay, Julie.” You tried to console her but there wasn’t much you could say to convince her when you yourself were worried.

After about half an hour, you finally got her to quiet down and then went to check up on your son in the pediatric ward. The receptionist pointed you towards a NICU ward that kept babies from the age of six months to two years and you didn’t know why he was admitted in to the hospital so you internally freaked out on the way there.

“Hi. The doctor said that Gabriel had some kind of stomach infection so they will have him on IV drips and antibiotics for two days.” Andy explained it to you as soon as you entered the room and went to your son’s crib. He was in the crib in a small hospital gown and God, you hated this sight. Touching his forehead, you realised that his temperature was higher than when it was at home.

“His fever is way too high right now.” Looking at your husband, you felt so helpless because your father and your son were sick and you didn’t know what to do.

“The doc said that it will return back to normal in no time.” Andy was observing you from the moment you entered the hospital room. Puffy eyes, rosy cheeks and a tear stained face was a completely new look for you. He wanted to be there for you but he knew that you had still not forgiven him. It was not easy to forget the things that he said, even if he didn’t mean it.

“Oh okay. I am just going to sit here with him.”

“I will bring you some coffee because you haven’t eaten since morning.”

“Non-”

“Non filtered, without sugar. I know.” He lightly kissed you on the forehead but was slightly hurt when you didn’t give him a smile like you always did. He could feel a wall separating the two of you and the only thing that he wants is to tear that wall down. Why could he not keep his mouth shut and let you talk? Everything would have been alright then.

“Hey, baby. I need you to be fine really fast, okay. Mommy needs you to get through all of this and I love you so much.” Gripping on to his little hand, you gently rest your head against the crib. The nurse came after sometime and you asked her is she could stay with Gabriel for sometime. Everything was too much for you and you just needed to vent it all out in private.

“Hi. Where is my wife?”

“She said she needed some fresh air.”

“Okay, I am just leaving the coffee here. You are going to stay with him, right?”

You were just looking at the stars and remembering the time when you spent countless college nights with Andy on the rooftop, just staring at the stars. It quickly became your thing and now you were sitting here all alone. A few tears escaped you when you remembered all the things that your husband said. It was still too much to comprehend.

“Please, don’t cry. I am truly sorry for all the things that I said.” Sitting next to you on the bench, he didn’t have the power to look you in the eyes. He was too embarrassed. It was his job to let no harm come to you but now he was the one who is causing the harm. He just wanted someone to beat the crap out of him and punish him for making you feel unworthy.

“I know you said that you didn’t mean a word of it but I know that’s not true. I know you better than you know yourself.” You looked at him from under your eyelashes and saw a look of realisation cross his face. Andy thought that he could just hide it from you because of all the things that you have been going through. He sometimes did forget that if he could easily read you then you could do the same.

“So the district attorney has been telling me that I am not doing my job properly because I am a family man now. I am too distracted on my job and the last case, the witness didn’t show up and Jacqueline just laid it out on me. She even gave my next big case to Carter and I just lost it on you. I am so sorry.”

Tears welled up in his eyes when he realised how innocent you were in this whole situation and he had no right to make you feel so bad about yourself. He didn’t dare move his face away from the stars and you knew the guilt was eating him up inside.

“Hey, look at me.” Gently placing your hands on his bearded face, you made him look at you. “I was being genuine when I said that you can take a break from us. I won’t mind.”

“No, I don’t. It was all said out in anger and you don’t know how sorry I am. Please don’t think like that because you are my whole world.” His heart was tearing up in pieces and you were the only one who could fix it.

“Okay but what about Jacqueline then?”

“I will take care of her. She can not just assume that I would be the same Andy after having my own family to look out for. You don’t worry about anything.”

“Okay.” Kissing him under the stars was your favorite pass time and you wouldn’t change it for the world. “Let’s go check up on our baby right now.”

“No, you go to your sister because your dad is going to be out of surgery in sometime and you should be with her. I will check on Gabriel and then come to you.”

“Let’s check on Gabe together because I won’t stop worrying until then. God, I just want this day to end already.” Hand in hand, you got up from the bench and went to meet your son.

Gabriel was slightly waking up by the time you entered his room and you immediately went to pick him up. Keeping in mind to not touch his iv drip, you cradled him to your chest. Your heart ached for your baby boy because he was always the one to cause trouble and never sit still in one place. “Mommy, hurts.” A whimper escaped him and he clutched on to your shirt with his tiny fists.

“It’s going to be okay.” He looked so small in your arms and you were barely holding yourself together because you didn’t want your son to cry after seeing you.

“Give him to me.” Andy carefully took him from you and tried rocking him back to sleep. By now, he was full on crying and trying to take his bandage off. Your husband took Gabriel’s hand in his hold but the kid did not quiet down for one second. You tried to give him his lion pacifier and he just turned his head the other way round. The doctor came in when he heard the commotion and quickly inserted some sedatives in to his IV drips.

He told you both that Gabriel would be alright in a few days and he will stay with him so that you both can go check up on your father. Gabriel was going to sleep for some hours so it was okay for you guys to stay with your dad until then.

“The doctor said that the surgery went well and we can see him after they transfer him to ICU.” Your sister filled you in as soon as she saw you both walking down the corridor. Ecstatic, you hugged Andy tightly and believed for the first time in all night that everything is going to be okay.

“I love you.” You whispered affectionately in to his ears.

“I love you too.” Kissing you softly, he tried to express his love with his actions.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: Here's part 2. I loved watching Defending Jacob so I came up with this plot. Andy Barber has my whole heart and I hope you guys liked it. Tell me what you think and message me if you want to be added to the tag list.

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Leo Finch’s Failure: 1

This is the first of a 4-part series! Each part has different CWs, so heed those. Thank you to @shapeshiftersandfire for beta reading this, and to the Whump a Woman discord server for throwing around ideas with me!

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Sunny + Star Masterlist

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CW: pet whump, BBU, facility whump, lady whump, noncon drugging, shock torture, whumpee fights back, biting, concussion, dehumanization, handlers finally get what they deserve

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Leo carefully buckles the restraints around 501’s hands, leaving them just a notch loose. “You okay?” he asks.

501 growls from behind the ring gag forcing her jaw open, saliva coating her chin. 

Leo blushes. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He reaches around the girl’s head and undoes the leather straps, pulling the gag away.

501 coughs, cracking her jaw. “Why…why do you care?”

“Because...” He doesn’t have a good answer for her. Because he shouldn’t. Because he does anyways.

Leo steps down to where her ankles need to be fastened to the end of the dental chair, leaned back slightly. The girl’s legs are exposed in her black shorts: welts from James Hanford’s baton, a grotesquely swollen left knee, and bright red chafe marks from the metal restraints normally locked around her ankles. Leo winces at the sight, and buckles the leather straps more than a few notches loose. 

James stepped out of the room to grab Patrick Dennison from his lunch break to see this display with 501. Leo’s been put in charge of prepping the trainee for today’s test. 

She flexes her hands into fists, the only movement. Sometimes, he thinks she’s dead, how she barely moves. 501 just watches and waits for the right time to fight back. 

Leo doesn’t blame her. Not with the way James treats her. 

He slides his tray over to her and picks up a needle. “Okay. I’m going to start looking for a good injection site, alright?”

She stares stonily at him. With James, she’s a little more of a spitfire, but being away from her bonded puts her on edge. 

Leo puts on purple latex gloves before feeling around her hand. She’s been under the needle a few too many times this week, and her hands are showing it. He frowns when he can’t find a good, unblemished spot. He tries the other hand. Nothing. Both elbows and feet. Nothing. He would call the medical team, but they’re not allowed to interact with 501 unless she’s heavily sedated, and that would disrupt today’s training plans. 

Leo pulls out his keycard and holds it to the sensor on 501’s collar. With a faint beep, it comes undone, and Leo puts it on the table. 501 shudders at the loss, turning her head side to side.

“Hey, hey, stop that,” Leo says, putting a hand on her cheek. “I took your collar off, so you won’t get in trouble. It was my decision. I’m going to do the injection in your neck, okay?” His throat locks. “If you stay still, I won’t have to get Handler Hanford.”

He hates himself more every day he does this job. Every time he has to say pets instead of people. When he has a girl who’s two months younger than him, just barely nineteen, tied to a dental chair to be hurt. 

The girl narrows her eyes at him but goes still, baring her neck. Leo presses around with two fingers before finding a vein. “There we go. Stay still.” He cleans the site up with a cold antiseptic before pressing the needle in. 

She doesn’t flinch. He thinks it’d be better if she flinched, or cried, or did something to show that she didn’t like it. 

Leo tapes it down and makes sure her restraints are still comfortable, just as the door swings open. 

James and Dennison walk in. Dennison is almost half a foot taller than James, and a lot more muscular, but Leo supposes that James makes up for it in fury. 

“I’m sorry, I had to do the injection in her neck,” Leo explains. “She’s had too many IVs and drugs recently. And I ungagged her too, she was drooling so much the electrodes wouldn’t stick.” The second one is a lie, but James is never going to know. 

“Yeah, well, she shouldn’t have forgotten position 13 four days ago.” James leaves the door unlocked. “Greco might come by later when she’s out of it. Scare the shit out of her.”

Dennison walks over to the dental chair. “What do you want me to do?”

“We’re not doing much today,” James says. He rolls a machine out from the corner and starts untangling the electrode wires. “Put some of these on her head. Leo, push twenty milligrams of the green stuff.”

The hypersensitivity drug. It’s still in the testing phases, no one has any idea of the long term affects. But 501 hasn’t had any adverse reactions to it yet, so she takes a full dose. It’s supposed to make every single feeling the trainees experience even more powerful, pain, pleasure, the clothes against their skin. Makes 501 half-crazy.

Dennison sticks electrodes onto the girl’s forehead while James puts them on her stomach. 

501 is already sweating, shifting around in her restraints as her pupils blow wide. 

“I should try this on my boy,” Dennison says with a faint smile. 

“Yeah, see, but you’re boring. You’d be all soft and cuddly and shit. We’re just gonna shock her until she cries.”

“My boy’s a masterpiece. 501 is…”

James laughs. “Yeah. You don’t need to tell me that she’s a fucking disaster.”

Leo shifts around, torn between saying something to defend the girl or staying quiet. Either way, she’s still getting shocked. He’s already on thin ice with James after being caught giving 236 extra scraps of bread from the employee lounge and giving 501 painkillers and letting both of them catch a thirty minute nap while James was at lunch and…

He sees the point. 

James puts more electrodes on 501’s arms while Dennison works on her legs. She’s whining when the men touch her. It must feel like fire on her skin, the way she’s sweating and squirming. 

Leo is glad he left the restraints loose, otherwise the leather on her chafed skin would be hell.

The last of the electrodes go on, followed by her sharp whine from James pinching the girl’s skin. 

Dennison laughs. “Shit. Now you’re really making me want to try the green stuff on 479. He’d sound gorgeous.”

James moves to stand by the source of the electrodes, his jaw clenched. There’s a dangerous look in his eye, spitting fire down at the weak trainee. “I don’t care about her sounding pretty. I wanna hear her fucking scream.”

Leo takes a step backwards, colliding with the table. Isn’t there supposed to be a clear reason to hurt them? The trainees, the pets, whatever Leo is supposed to call them? And shouldn’t there be a system to make sure that the handlers don’t get to take the…the pets on a joyride? 

Not for Senior Handlers Dennison and Hanford, both with spotless records and friends among the higher-ups. 

“Charging,” James says, switching on the machine. “We’ll start at five and work our way to ten.”

The green stuff doesn’t take away a trainee’s lucidity, so 501 whimpers as she registers their words. Leo is shaking and desperately wishing he brought earplugs so he didn’t have to hear her scream. 

“Five more seconds,” James mutters.

Trainee 501 bolts up, knocking her head against Dennison’s. The man stumbles back, blood gushing from his mouth. “Fuck!” he yells. 

501 slipped her restraints. 

501 slipped her restraints because Leo didn’t tighten them enough.

The electrodes rip from her skin as she stands up, shaking herself out of her ankle restraints. She jumps on Dennison’s back, clawing at his neck. 

“Shock her!” James roars at Leo. 

His heart is pounding, he’s terrified of 501 and James and what happens after. “I can’t! I took her collar off!”

When 501 only manages to draw a little blood from her short nails, she bites down on the man’s neck while kneeing him in the spine.

Leo took the gag off 501. 

Dennison makes a strangled noise, sounding more animal than human. 501 pulls her head back and spits something on the floor. 

501 bit a chunk off Dennison’s neck because Leo took her gag off. 

She jumps off his back, but maintains her grip on his shoulders to kick him hard in the back. Dennison folds like a card, his head slamming against the floor. 

“Dennison.” James says softly. 

He doesn’t answer. 

501 retrieves his shock baton from his belt and starts approaching James. 

Leo wants to go invisible, he wants to pretend this isn’t happening. 

James pulls out his baton. “Stand down, puppy,” he says with a nervous glance back at Dennison.

The man isn’t getting up. 

“Not…your…fucking…puppy!” 501 yells, launching forward with a strike. 

Hypersensitivity is hell. 501 must be dying, all those feelings on her skin, a single bead of sweat could be short-circuiting her brain. But it’s also making her more alert. 

James should be able to take her down with one strike. He does taekwondo on the weekends and he’s widely known for being able to subdue even the unruliest of Guard Dogs. But somehow, each of his attempts to stop 501 is blocked easily by the girl. She pushes forward with an extra surge, swinging from a block to hit James in the side with the baton at full power. 

James screams like his throat is being ripped out and falls over. 501 kicks him in the groin, and at that, he sobs and curls up, giving 501 the chance to strike him in the head so he’s too dazed to move. 

There’s a split second pause while 501 catches her breath until she turns to Leo. She walks forward, and Leo’s heart is hammering into his ribs, she’s going to kill him—

She swings the baton down on the machine over and over and over until it’s just a mess of parts and cracked plastic. 

She’s moving again, closer and closer. 

Just to slam the baton on the remaining vial of the green stuff, spilling the liquid everywhere. 

501 drops the baton. It clatters to the floor amidst the chorus of safe safe safe safe in Leo’s brain. 

He’s going to be okay.

501 reaches out to him, and Leo smiles reassuringly.

Her hands wrap around his throat and his eyes fly open. She has to reach up to get to his neck, but she’s choking him, her grip strong and unyielding. 

It doesn’t matter what he does. He’s always going to be a handler to her. 

Her pupils are blown out, almost completely obscuring her irises. She must be suffering so much in there, Leo can tell from how much she’s trembling and breathing heavily. 

“Stop,” he croaks out. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She puts more pressure on his neck in response. 

It takes longer for him to go limp than he thought. They stare at each other for several minutes as Leo’s vision starts to go and he loses feeling in his limbs.

501 drops him when his vision is completely grayed out and he can’t move. From his sideways, blurry angle on the floor, he sees 501 pick back up the baton and start walking out the door. 

He has to get up.

Dennison is unconscious and James won’t be moving for a while and it’s up to him to go get 501 back. They’re both fucked. This never would have happened if James did the restraints. He’s going to be reprimanded severely. He might even get reassigned. 

Nothing compared to the pain 501 is going to get for escaping. Good trainees sit there and take it. 

Leo takes deep breaths. Bruises are already forming on his pale, freckled skin, almost like a collar.

He should have left the collar on. He should have left the gag on. He should have tightened the restraints all the way and even added some. 

Slowly, Leo manages to drag himself to his feet, bent over, and he holds onto the wall and makes his way into the hallway. 

There’s a loud commotion going on down the hall. Leo makes his way to the source of the noise, wheezing pathetically. 

501 is being held in the air by five different Guard Dog handlers. Four of them have one of her limbs each and Handler Greco is holding her head, fitting a thick leather muzzle over her face as she thrashes and screams. Once the muzzle’s on and she’s quiet, Greco reaches in his pocket to get a syringe of powerful sedatives, enough to knock out a Guard Dog twice 501’s size. He pops off the cap and jams it into 501’s neck. 

The handlers relax, and one picks up 501’s limp body and slings her over his shoulder. 

Greco lays eyes on Leo and his nostrils flare. “What the fuck did you do, kid?”

Leo’s face is bright red, not just from being strangled. 

“Shit. James and Dennison.” He takes off down the hallway towards the training room. Leo limps behind to follow him, but he’s farther behind. When he gets back to the training room, Greco is on his knees next to Dennison, talking on the radio. 

“We need medical. Two stretchers, and I’ll be sending someone else down. Three handlers injured, two in pretty bad condition. The trainee was fine. She’s in solitary now.”

“On our way.”

“10-4.” Greco sets his radio down and looks up at Leo. “You fucked up, didn’t you?”

Leo nods. 

Greco sighs. “Alright. Walk your ass down to medical. You’re going to stay there until you’re cleared and we put together the Committee to review this. And, you know. When James comes to.”

“I’m sorry,” Leo whispers, running his hand over his throat. 

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, kid. I have two knocked-out handlers here, and 501 is being strapped up in solitary. Trainees need structure. I don’t know what you did, and I don’t want you to tell me now, but the responsibility falls on you, not 501 or James or Dennison.” Greco makes a shooing gesture. “Get the fuck out of here. Go.”

[tales-unique]

FAITH, LOST  IV

Oh honey she starts off so spicy! Hence why it's all under a Read More since I don't wanna get done for showing the nasty straight out the gate. Minors better beware! ;3

Tagging the boos, for obvs reasons @chelseareferenced @buckysbaby1 hope you all like it! 😘😘

Chapter 4

It begins as soon as your eyes flutter open. The darkness, familiar, like an old friend, coerces your senses into a heightened state. Exposed, your skin prickles at the coolness of the room, writhing against soft sheets. You exhale in exhilaration; you know what’s to come. It starts small, a low thrum of electricity in the air that tickles your bare flesh. Then it builds, tantalizingly slow, a measured surge of power that has you twisting yourself in knots. You want more. Only He can give you more. His arrival is heralded by the scent of oil and whiskey, leather and smoke. It caresses you, embraces you, and sends you into overdrive. It’s instinctual, a primal desire. It corrupts your mind, the sequence disjointing in its take over. Thick boots echo on a wooden floor, your mouth falling open with a heated breath. Your back arches when you feel his weight dip the bed, heat radiating from him. The contrast has you trembling, body wired. His hands, strong and calloused, grip the backs of your thighs easily. A simple tug and you’re at his mercy, legs parting easily in his strong grip. You moan, he growls. He likes what he can see, those beast eyes glowing a dangerous red in the blackness. Sharp indents form against delicate skin, his claws marking your inner thighs. His little lamb, so sweet and so ready for the slaughter. Then there’s movement, the shuffle of fabric, the chink of a belt buckle. You tense, but you’re ready. The air surges with the oncoming crescendo, the room spinning, or maybe it’s you? You’re not sure, preoccupied with the molten heat that pools suddenly between your legs. You feel his grin, all teeth and tongue helping to blot out the sharp stab of pain.      Forgive me Father, for I have sinned—

The sudden chaos of a burst steam pipe in the hallway outside your room abruptly shocks you from your slumber, a cacophony of sounds assaulting your sleep-hazed senses. You hear Heisenberg shouting, the scraping of metal being reshaped at will, the harsh hissing of escaping steam. Groaning at the rude awakening you flop back against the lumpy couch cushions, kicking off your blanket in protest. A light sheen of sweat covers your body, making your nightclothes stick to you in an uncomfortable way. As you stare up at the ceiling you try to decode the meaning behind your dream. You recall with an embarrassing amount of clarity just what it was you were doing and who you were enjoying it with. Humiliation blooms within you, coloring your cheeks a shade of scarlet. It wasn’t as though you hadn’t indulged in the past, you just never had desires so blatant before. Especially for someone who was your superior in every way. “Hey, you awake in there?” Heisenberg’s voice cuts your thoughts short. All the racket has stopped, there’s just the usual hum of the Factory. “Y-yes!” You squeak, stomach clenching uncharacteristically as you sit up, “I’m awake!” “Well get your ass up, we have work to do!” He claps his hands hard to exaggerate his point and you lament your new found torture as his footfalls recede down the corridor. Oh merciful Mother Miranda how were you supposed to face him anymore?

Heisenberg is, for lack of a better word, pissed. It surges through him and it shows in the haphazard, volatile approach he takes with his work. It isn’t rational, this level of response on his part, but he can’t help it. You’ve barely spoken a full sentence to him all day. Now, he’s under no illusions that you were going to become the best of friends. After all, you had been sent to him by Mother Bitch herself to be his servant and he knew that you were three sheets to the wind over this religious bullshit, but he’d thought that you’d been showing progress in becoming your own person. At least, you were , until that little incident where he had you pinned against his desk and decided to take his teasing to the next level. It isn’t often that Heisenberg considers that he may have gone too far with something, or someone , but he’s definitely considering the possibility now that you seem to be avoiding him wherever possible. You’d even brushed off his blatant last ditch attempt, an offer to accompany him to see his forge and the projects he’d been working on, in favour of praying to Mother Miranda. It’s the exact opposite of what he wanted to happen. You’d been so close to opening up, to no longer being a tool, but instead you’re become even more the meek little lamb of Miranda’s flock. Frustration bubbles within and his temper, short-fused as it already is, takes a critical hit. As a result everything he does has a sharp, volatile edge to it; even something as simple as opening a door is menacing in his current state. It serves to further deter you from him, giving you the space you so desperately desired. That is, until Heisenberg reaches his limit. “Just open up already! You can’t ignore me forever!” He thunders where he stands in the hallway, gritting his teeth in a vicious snarl. When he’s met with your persistent silence he howls in frustration, throwing his arms up in the air. The irony of him choosing to remain outside your door doesn’t go amiss, since it’s well known that he could easily rip the door from its hinges with the flick of his hand because of his nifty little ability to manipulate metal. Which, coincidentally, nearly everything in this Factory is made of in some form or another. But he doesn’t and you’re thankful for that, even if you still don’t want to face him. It continues on relentlessly, neither side backing down, and without realizing it, the whole thing becomes a game in its own right. One that pits you against one another to see who cracks first. So it’s a surprise when it’s Heisenberg that seeks you out first. It’s a situation of his own making, having followed you on the gritty live feed from his security cameras. With ease he catches you off guard on your way out of the elevator, taking your fright in his stride. “Easy now!” He exclaims, his hands raised in surrender. You’re cagey, looking for a way out. He isn’t going to give you one because he’s had about enough of you giving him the cold shoulder over a goddamn joke . You’ve pressed yourself tight against the wall, watching him like a hawk. He can hear the frantic flutter of your heart, the sharp intakes of breath, and his jaw tightens. He can’t get distracted now, he needs to focus — this was not the time to enjoy your distress. “Now I know that I can be a bit of a handful,” he starts, then falters, mouth working to try and word it just right, “but, really, hasn’t this gone on long enough? I didn’t mean any harm by it! Just a little teasing, you weren’t meant to get upset.” Oh, he thinks this is because of that time. You stare up at him in utter disbelief. You want to slap him. It’s the first time you’ve ever felt the innate burning desire to inflict bodily harm on anyone, but here you stand, about ready to knock those glasses right off his face. “You have literally no idea how you make me feel , do you?” You accuse him, incredulous, your posture straightening. Things might have slipped back to the way they were before all of this if he had just let you be, allowed you to warm back up to him, and maybe you might have been content with that. This was a turmoil of his own creation, after all, so why not let him stew in it a while. But now? Now you were at your limit. You’re tired of constantly tip-toeing around yourself because of him and his stupid games. If anything, you’re even more tentative to rekindle whatever this relationship is that you have with him, to throw in the towel and tell Mother Miranda she’d been wrong about you. It made you sour to think that what little progress you had made had been lost and it’s taken its toll on you. There’s a harsh look to you that has Heisenberg’s head spinning, apprehension gripping him. “H-Hold on a minute,” he attempts to defend himself, an uncomfortable blend of emotions sitting like a stone in his stomach. He’s conflicted over your new found confidence. You’re no longer the mild-mannered devotee that was wound around Mother Miranda’s finger, standing tall. You’re practically shining. It’s a good look on you, but he’s not exactly thrilled to be the one on the receiving end. “No!” You snap, squaring up to him. You see his brilliant eyes widen behind his circular glasses and for once in your life you feel powerful and in control . “I’ve done nothing but try my best here, trying to make something good out of this situation and you made me feel like a complete idiot !” The words feel heavy on your tongue, but you feel lighter now that they’re out in the open. Who knew that having your shame out in the open could feel so liberating. You take a deep breath when you feel the pinpricks of tears sting your eyes, trying to ground yourself. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you cried in front of him. Not in this lifetime, or the next. Heisenberg stares down at you with a look of realization on his face, now fully aware that there was more to this than your feelings of inadequacy, that you were little more than a joke to him. It’s always been there, in the way your heart races when he gets just that little bit too close or how your eyes soften when he’s agonizing over his work. He goes to speak this revelation but you shake your head, lower lip trembling. “I was just trying to help .” The way your voice breaks has him in a tailspin, the look of pure anguish in your eyes cutting him deep. This is in no way what he had envisioned when he spotted the chance to clear the air with you. “Oh come on, don’t cry!” It’s a desperate plea, something you never thought you would hear from him. “You’re making me feel really shitty here!” “That’s because you are!” You sob, unable to hold it back anymore. You feel like such a pathetic idiot. That overwhelming monster of self-degradation looms, fueling your misery. If only a dark abyss could just swallow you up and save you from this embarrassment, but you know that’s not going to happen. There’s only this awkward moment, lingering between you. You whimper, trying desperately to wipe away your tears. They stream down your cheeks, burning against your already flushed skin as you sniffle. Suddenly his hands are encasing your own in a firm grip. With a surprisingly gentle touch he tugs them down, exposing you. The whites of your eyes are marred with tiny lines of red and your long lashes clump together from your tears. You’re a mess, but he doesn’t mind. In fact, he finds you oddly endearing in the moment. Swallowing, you try to understand what’s going on. Your hands are still held in his, the feel of soft leather almost comforting against your skin, and you wonder if you’re dreaming again. Something stirs in you, glowing embers kicking up from ashes, and you try to pull away. It’s an admirable attempt but Heisenberg easily catches you, holding you in a vice-like grip against him. You whine at the harshness of his grasp and he frowns, loosening his hold just enough to make it bearable. “I’m sorry, alright?” He mumbles, hesitating. It’s been so long, too long, since he’s been in such close proximity to someone who wasn’t prey. You aren’t fighting him, you aren’t trying your damnedest to get away. In fact, you look as though you’re captivated by him. It’s a side of him that no one has ever seen before, the dejection of a man twisted into being a monster. Something inside you breaks anew at how lost he looks, the last and most dangerous of the Lords at Mother Miranda’s disposal. He’s nothing more than a dog on a choke chain, to be used when it’s suited and then discarded afterwards. Just like you. “Heisenberg,” your voice is hushed, woeful. The words are so genuine and your heart isn’t yet made of stone to be immune to their plight. When you shift in his grasp there’s no resistance and you reach up to gently cup his cheeks in your hands. The stubble on his face tickles your palms and his skin is warm and smooth to the touch. You find you quite like it, the contrast of textures. He does little in the way to stop you. In fact, he encourages you. His hands find purchase on your hips, thumbs brushing the delicate spots just below your rib cage. It elicits a soft gasp from you, your body stiffening beneath him. Glistening eyes stare up at him, a swirling maelstrom threatening to drown him along with you. He’s curious whether or not you’re ready to commit to this. Heisenberg knows what you want, or better yet, what your body wants, but your mind eludes him. He waits with bated breath to see what path you will take, the uncomfortable feeling of anxiety creeping in his bones. It’s like poison, a crawling taint that threatens to take over him. What have you done to him? The exact same thing he did to you. It’s a disquieting notion, one that almost overtakes him, until it doesn’t. The doubts are suddenly banished and relief washes over him at the feel of your silken lips against his in a tender kiss. The chain breaks; you're both suddenly free, and it feels euphoric .