#remind that bitch she doesn't belong here

[inkstained-wretch]

PSA:

If you see this bitch at montreal worlds:

don't forget to give her the stink eye like this:

[thehighladywrites]

— “He clearly doesn’t want you!”

☀︎ — pairing: nerd/tutor azriel x bimbo/ditzy/popular reader

☀︎ — summary: after yoga class you and your friends run into a sweaty, hot, big armed Azriel.

☀︎ — warnings: fluff, azriel get’s hit on by creepy friend, reader punches someone, possessiveness, protective reader, secret relationships come to light, kisses and hugs

☀︎ — amara’s note: thank u guys for the patience, the next one will be smutty👀👀💗

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“Oh my god, who is that?” Letty, your sorta friend, exclaims, eyeing the figure behind you from head to toe.

You blink, tilting your head and squinting as if trying to figure out a puzzle. "Who?"

As heads turn to see, anticipation fills the air. The man stands with his back to you, but there's something unmistakable about his shoulders, the way he carries himself. It's Azriel, unmistakably, his muscular frame reminding you of the intimate moments you've shared.

It was yoga day, so you headed to your weekly session at the gym. Never did you imagine you’d see Azriel using some fancy machine. You didn’t even know your boyfriend worked out here; sure, you knew he did, but not here. He looked incredibly good, although you were aware that your so-called friends only looked at his body. If they knew who said body belonged to, they would totally roll their eyes.

It seriously irked you because they never even glanced at campus, but now they were drooling over him. Like, hello? He's totally yours, and it's so annoying to see them fawning over him. Ugh, seriously, can they not see he's off-limits?

"Okay, let’s—let’s just go, I wanna get some food. I'm sooo hungry," you say with a dramatic flair, clutching your stomach and fluttering your eyelashes.

Letty shakes her head, still gazing at your boyfriend. "Hmm, no, I think I’ll go say hi," she says determined, twirling a strand of her hair.

She walks over, putting a hand on his back, making him jump. The move makes you feel murderous as you observe how Azriel is so very obviously uncomfortable. How dare she?

"Hi, I haven’t seen you around. Are you new?" she asks, her hand still lingering on his back.

"Get your hand off of me, you are making me quite uncomfortable," Azriel responds firmly.

"Yeah? We could,like, leave and get comfortable in other ways," she suggests with a suggestive smile.

"Um, I’m good. I really don’t want to leave with you. I’m not available." Azriel replies, his discomfort palpable.

"Oh, come on—"

"Um, hello??? What part of 'no' are you not getting? He clearly doesn't want you," you say with a cute furrow between your perfectly shaped brows, your glossy lips pursing as you cross your arms over your chest, stepping closer to Azriel.

Letty and the rest of your soon-to-be ex-friends look between the three of you with comically large brows.

“Azriel is my boyfriend, and he loves me a lot, and I love him even more, there’s no way he’s going with you. He's mine and mine only, so if any of that clicked for you, i’m going to need you to get your Dollar Tree nails off of him, like right now.” you declare, narrowing your eyes at them, your possessive tone leaving no room for doubt about your feelings for him.

They had never seen you like this before. Usually, you were bubbly, ditzy, a little stupid, but never possessive, cold, and jealous.

Letty lets out a demeaning laugh, looking back at the group who soon start to laugh at demand like dogs.

“Did you say Azriel? That teachers pet guy in your math class? Y/n, do you think I’m stupid? This man is hot, that disgusting loser from your math class is a social reject who’s probably a closeted perv—“

Her words grate on your nerves, and you're fed up with her bitchy attitude. Without another thought, you ball up your fist and punch her straight in the face, of course, very careful of your nails.

Azriel startles a little, pulling you in by the waist before Letty tries something.

“You bitch, you broke my nose!” she yells, clutching her bleeding nose.

You shrug, attempting to wriggle out of Azriel's iron grip to no avail. “You should be thanking me, I mean, your botched nose job needed an upgrade anyway. I’d suggest Dr. Heartman for the fix-up!” you yell the last bit as Azriel drags you away to a secluded corner.

Azriel doesn’t let you go until your erratic breathing has calmed down, and you look up at him with those familiar loved out eyes he loves.

“You okay?” he asks carefully, his brow furrowing with worry.

“Yeah, I’m good. M’sorry you had to see me like that,” you say with a pouty expression, your voice a bit airy. You flash him those adorable doe eyes, your shoulders sagging as you twist your lips.

He nods, still looking concerned. “It’s all good, sweetheart. But are you sure? You didn’t have to do that for me,” he says, his worry evident in his endearing, caring demeanor.

You melted. Even though he was getting uncomfortable and hit on, he was still checking on you. As sweet as it was, you wanted to be the one caring for him in this moment.

“Oh, babe, I would like totally do anything for you! I am so freaking in love with you, I’d totally give up my entire closet for you. And trust me, that’s like, a big deal,” you say with a girly giggle, knowing just how much your clothes meant to you.

But your love for clothes would never ever come close to the love you felt for Azriel.

“But what now? Your friends know about me.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “So? You're not some dirty secret. I want people to know about you.”

“Yeah?”

You got closer, dropped your water bottle and bag before standing on your tippy toes, pressing a sweet, tender kiss on his lips, your heart fluttering with affection.

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as he returned the kiss. “Thank you, sweet girl.”

“Mhm, never worry about her again, Azzie. I will so punch her if she even dares to look at you,” you declared with fierce determination.

Azriel looked down at you, a tender smile gracing his lips as he kissed the tip of your nose. “I feel safer already. How about we go get some ice cream? Maybe make out in the car?”

Your eyes lit up with excitement, and a wide grin spread across your face. He had really gotten more comfortable with expressing his wants and it made you so proud and happy

“I’m so in!”

He changed quickly, holding your hand as you walked out of the gym. As you strolled down the street, he finally voiced the question that had been on his mind.

“So, uh, Dr. Heartman any good?”

You couldn't help but smirk mischievously, lifting your chin. “The absolute worst.”

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Dumb competition

Everyone says the clones are brothers but forget adorable Zohakuten🥹 so here's hc's of the reader dating Karaku, Sekido, Aizetsu and Urogi (individually) and being jealous of their little brother Zohakuten being clingy to the reader lmao

Warnings: fem!reader, human reader, reader is mentioned to have a soft spot for kids lmao, bimbo!reader (?), cussing, possessive, fluff, humor, jealousy

Aizetsu

Aizetsu is easily jealous but likes to deny it. He'll consently tell you how sad it makes him when he wants to spend time with you in his home, but his little brother, Zohakuten, always wants to talk to you when he comes over. "But Aizetsu, I can't just say no to Zohakuten. He's adorable, " you said, petting his head and sitting with him at the table smiling "ok I'll talk with you for 5 more minutes, then I have to give Aizetsu attention, okay?" You said softly to Zohakuten

"Very well then," he says and turns to Aizetsu with his arms crossed. "I like y/n too, you know. She's my best friend, " Zohakuten says and holds your hand. Aizetsu, grab your other hand, looking more sad than usual "baby whats wrong?" You asked, looking at him with concern.

To Aizetsu, he thinks his little brother is mischievous and a homewracker for your attention off him for a minute. He doesn't want to tell you that since you have a soft spot for children and didn't want to upset you with his words, but at this point, he couldn't help it

Aizetsu noticed the evil little grin Zohakuten had on his face as he held your hand more. "Look at the face he's making!" His voice trembles like he was about to cry, but when you turned your head to Zohakuten his face changed back to to his regular resting bitch face.

Aizetsu can get easily upset when Zohakuten gets your attention when you come over, so you always have to reassure him when you two are alone. "Aizetsu, I know what it's like to have a brother, so I just think Zohakuten just reminds me of my brother. You're the man that comes first for me, " you say and kiss his cheek.

When Aizetsu gets his reassurance from you, he starts to come up with ways where his annoying little brother wouldn't bother you two on your alone time. He doesn't look it, but Aizetsu can be very petty and will lie to Zohakuten about your were abouts. "Y/n is sick?" Zohakuten asked, and Aizetsu nodded."Yes. I'm going to go find a human to eat now." he says, but it's clearly a lie

Instead, he finds nice spots outside where no one can bother either of you, and he gets to have you all to himself.

Sekido

Sekido doesn't hide his jealousy. He makes it very clear to not only Zohakuten but to the rest of his brothers and any man that you belong to him and no one eles. So when his little brother wants to be too clingy to you, he'll deal with it on his own.

When you come over, it's always at night since that's the best time to spend with your beloved. He will be outside sitting on the porch waiting for you. He's always irritated and impatient when he has to wait for you, but it would make him angry when Zohakuten will randomly pop up next to Sekido waiting for you, too.

"Go back inside. She's not here to see you. Fuck off" he looing down at his brother. "But y/n said she's bring me a gift." Zohakuten looks at his Sekido with the same expression Sekido gave him. Sekido's eyes widened in anger and before he could respond, he heard your voice, "Hey guys!" You waved your hand in the air

Zohakuten didn't say a word and just started to run you "what the- get the fuck back here" Sekido yells chasing after Zohakuten. You giggle at the small demon child running to you and open your arms to hug him. Zohakuten hugs you like when a child hugs their motthers hips which sent Sekido into a rage "GET AWAY YOU STUPID CHILD!" Sekido says and marches to you both and grabs the back of his shirt to pull him off.

You hold Zohakuten closer to you and turn him awau from Sekido "babe don't get so mad at him! He's just a child who's happy to see someone" you say softly and pet his head only for Zohakuten to hug you tighter "that "child" is a little shit who knows what he's doing! To piss me off!" Sekido shouts

"Come now, don't be like that. He's also like this because i have a gift for the little guy. Let's open your gift inside, okay?" You smiled sweetly and watched Zohakuten nod.

Sekido sighs, letting go of Zohakuten shirt and putting his hand on your hip, pulling you close. "Let's go instead-" "y/n. carry me" Zohakuten cut off Sekido and raised up his hands "hell fucking no" Sekido growls. "Stop that. Come here, sweety, " you said, talked to him as you held him in your arms

Sekido gave Zohakuten the death stare as you guys walked back to the house, gripping onto your hip tighter, and Zohakuten stuck his tongue out at Sekido. "I hate children," Sekido groans

Karaku

Karaku is jealous of your soft side for children, no matter if the child is human or a demon. The only person he wants you to be soft with is himself, but he can't change that side of you, so he sucks it up when you are soft with Zohakuten. Before you even come over, he makes sure Zohakuten doesn't know, so he doesn't, but in with the dates, Karaku sets up for you two.

You and Karaku are sitting outside enjoying the nice full moon and stars that light up the shy "so beautiful" you said "not as beautiful as you" Karaku grins only for you to laugh at his corny joke. You have a blanket around you as you guys sit on the grass to keep yourself warm and watch the fog come out from you every time you breathed.

Karaku smirks at your cutrness and wraps his arm. Are you having his face very close to yours? "still cold?" "N-not anymore," you say, looking into his green eyes, wanting to kiss him. "What are you guys doing?" Zohakuten asks, standing behind you guys

You jumped and wiped your head back and then laughed "oh Zohakuten it's just you" you said laughing but Karaku only rolled his eyes looking at his little brother with an annoyed expression "way to kill the mood. Can't you see I'm having a romantic moment with my girlfriend? Get lost," he said.

You gasp "Karaku don't say that. We were having a moment, " you said."Were???" Karaku said under his breath, wanting the moment to continue,"but I don't mind if you're here, sweetie, " you said, patting next you you "come sit," you said and Zohakuten sits down. Karaku pulls closer to you making your bodies touch more making sure you aren't touching even an inch of Zohakuten.

You turn your head to see Zohakuten shivering. "Zohakuten, are you cold?" You asked with concern. Karaku only side eyes raising his eyebrow. "I am," Zohakuten said "well that's because you barely have anything on. Come sweetie, " you said and opened the blanket. Zohakuten quickly sits on your lap, and you cover both of you with the blanket resting your chin on Zohakuten head

Karaku's eyes widen "y/n he's lying!!! demons don't get cold. We don't feel that!" Karaku raised his voice. "Demon children can get cold. Y/n's warmth is like a mother, " he said, closing his eyes to rest, and you smiled happily at the complement

Karaku stayed silent and started grabbing the blanket. "I'm cold too. Adult demons can get like that, and I'm a rare breed, " he said, getting in the blanket with you guys

"Yes, baby.... You're a rare breed indeed"

Urogi

Urogi hates when Zohakuten brings you any handmade gifts. He's not jealous of his brother, but he won't deny he's gets mad at how Zohakuten knows exactly what you like he dose.

Urogi likes to fly next to you, holding your hand with his claw while the two of you walk together in the forest. The number one thing you both had in common was nature's, so night walks were always a every night thing with him. Urogi knows you also love handmade jewelry, there will be nights like tonight were Zohakuten will tag along and hold your other hand as the two of you walk together with Urogi flying behind you guys, glaring at his brother

Urogi will always have a way to try and get Zohakuten to go away when he tags along. He'll flap his wings hard enough to create a lot of wind so dust can fly to Zohakuten to Irritate him, but the dust always ends up getting on you, and you scold him for it. When Urogi offers to dust you off but Zohakuten is doing the same thing "Don't mess up my human friend," he'll say just to spite Urogi

"Y/n, can we make matching Bead bracelets together when we go back home?" He asked looking up at you "of course we-" "Cannot" Urogi cuts you off "Me and y/n were going to do that actually so you can just go play with Aizetsu or something" Urogi said with confidence "...we were? Cool!" You smiled at Urogi

Zohakuten started to sniffle, making you and Urogi turn your head to see what's wrong. "That's not fair. I wanted to make bead bracelets with y/n, too..." he said with big fat tears rolling down his cheek. You got down on your knees to match his level and hug him "no no don't cry, it's okay! Urogi C'mon let him join us. " You look back at him with glossy eyes as if you were about to cry as well, making Urogi groan.

"Fuck. Fine fine just this once, jeez," he said with a pout. You smiled at Urogi and then hugged Zohakuten again until he stopped crying. Urogi looked down at you two when he saw Zohakuten have an evil grin, sticking the middle finger at him and mouthing "fuck you".

"Y/N LOOK HES FAKING IT!" he points his Tallon at Zohakuten. You look at Zohakuten only to see the "poor" demon child still having bug yesrs roll down his face. "Fucking brat! Stop that crying right now!" He yelled only to make Zohakuten cling to you."Urogi. You shouldn't yell at your little brother. He's just a child. " You looked at your boyfriend disappointed

"Just a child my ass" Urogi says under his breath and then forced a smile "okay let's just go home"

[stinkrascal]

TRANSCRIPT

Yakov: Hurry, thrall, before my cup runs dry. Thrall: Yes, master.

Yakov: And didn't I tell you to bring some bottles for the table? Thrall: Of course, sir.

Nadia: A thrall who doesn't listen? [ chuckles ] Reminds me of someone.

Helena: Y'all are too harsh on 'em. Nadia: You are too lenient, darling.

Helena: You keep on breaking their bodies, pretty soon you won't have anyone left. Yakov: No matter. If its body breaks, I'll find a new body.

Yakov: Stop skulking. Come here. Breanna: ... Yakov: I'm speaking to you, girl. Breanna: Huh? Who? Me?

Yakov: I've never seen you before. Breanna: I'm... new. Yakov: Who are you? Breanna: Uh, Breanna. And you are? Yakov: I'm the one asking questions. Breanna: Well that's rude.

Helena: Don't be nasty. At least she got the memo to wear white. [ giggling ] His name is Yakov, and I'm Helena. We belong to headmaster Nadia's coven. Breanna, is it?

Yakov: Do not speak to the fledgling like we are equals. Nadia: Calm yourself. I know this one.

Nadia: You're Vladislaus's new spawn. I can tell. Breanna: You know Vlad? Nadia: [ giggles ] I must admit, you're exactly as I imagined you'd be. Breanna: What's that supposed to mean? Nadia: Oh, nothing.

Yakov: Ah, I see. So you are the pet's pet. Truthfully, I don't care who you are.

Yakov: You aren't welcome here. Leave, now—

Yakov: Ah... but you are such a cute little thing, aren't you?

Breanna: Huh? Yakov: Hurry, thrall. Bring the girl a bottle.

Yakov: Pretty girls deserve to drink only the finest wine. Isn't that right? Breanna: Shit, I won't argue with that. So what are we celebrating anyways?

Yakov: Go on, tell her your good news. Helena: ...I'm leading a hunt soon— Yakov: Soon, she will be the one who leads the hunt! Is it not delightful?

Breanna: Hell yeah man, that's delightful as fuck. Yakov: Please, you must join us. Nadia: An astute idea, Yakov. I agree. I'm eager to see how you fare.

Nadia: Perhaps you can teach Helena a thing or two.

Vladislaus: You are drunk if you believe I would allow such a thing.

Vladislaus: She has no business leaving the Hollow. Breanna: But I wanna go with them.

Vladislaus: It seems my mentor has corrupted your poor mind already. How unfortunate.

Nadia: You are so surly, my darling. Won't you join us for a drink? Vladislaus: No, we should leave. There is still much training to do. Nadia: You will attend the gala, won't you?

Vladislaus: If I must. Nadia: Good. You have no choice. Why don't you bring your little spawnling with you? Vladislaus: ...That is a great idea, headmaster.

Breanna: You know, you could ask first. Vladislaus: Come, Breanna. Let us be on our way. Breanna: [ sighs ] You really don't listen, huh?

Breanna: Bye y'all, I had a lot of fun!

Breanna: Thanks for the free wine! 💖

Yakov: [ groaning ] Ugh—that little bitch was in my head! Helena: Should we go after her?

Nadia: No. Leave her. I question if she even realizes what she's done.

[bxnnywrites]

🖤 Killers Reacting to Nervous!Reader Holding Their Hand (Pt. 2) 🖤

AN :: Since my last one was well received, I decided to do another one as a quickie! I'm also testing out a new layout so lmk what you think!! Hope you guys enjoy <3

Characters :: Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni), Eva MacMillan (The Trapper), Frank Morrison (The Legion), Susie Lavoie (The Legion), Bubba Sawyer (The Cannibal), Ellen Ripley (Bonus!) Pt 1 Here [link]

༉ Kazan Yamaoka :: The Oni

[PT: Kazan Yamaoka: The Oni]

✴ He's surprised by it at first, your small hand in his giant one.

✴ It puts into perspective just how tiny you are compared to him, though these days it's rare for anyone to be bigger than he is.

✴ You're so small, so frail. It gives him a surge of protectiveness, the need to keep you safe.

✴ He leans over and brings the back of your hand to his lips, kissing it softly, gentlemanly.

✴ Fucking hell that makes you blush even more.

✴ He chuckles a bit, ruffling your hair with one hand. A small act of affection to let you know you're safe.

✴ He will keep you safe, no matter what.

༉ Evan MacMillan :: The Trapper

[PT: Evan Macmillan: The Trapper]

✴ Honestly? He's a bit nervous too.

✴ He won't admit that though, won't even show it. Him? Nervous over someone holding his hand? Nah, he would never.

✴ He squeezes your hand in return, pulling you just a bit closer, but doesn't have much immediate reaction to it.

✴ Absolute sap about it in private though, can't stop thinking about it. It was so simple but it reminded him that you loved him, only him.

✴ The next time you're together he takes the initiative and holds your hand first. Keeping you close to him to really let everyone know who you belong to.

✴ Fuckin dork.

༉ Frank Morrison :: The Legion

[PT: Frank Morrison: The Legion]

✴ Aw, lookit you! You're so nervous from just some hand holding.

✴ "You're damn cute when you blush like that, babe."

✴ You pout in return and he chuckles, pulling you a bit closer and kissing your forehead.

✴ "You're just provin' the point, y'know?"

✴ More pouting and he's grinning ear to ear, bastard that he is.

✴ But you suppose that's why you love him in the first place, cocky son of a bitch.

✴ Anyways, similar to Michael, his hand now. It shall be returned within 3-5 business days. Dw about it.

༉ Susie Lavoie :: The Legion

[PT: Susie Lavoie: The Legion]

✴ asdfghjkl;'

✴ Oh my god hand? Hand Holding???? You are Holding her Hand?????

✴ Screaming internally

✴ You're blushing so much oh fuck you're so cute you're so pretty

✴ What does she do oh shit fuck uuuuuuh

✴ Holds your hand tighter, trying not to implode from her own nervous wreck of emotions.

✴ Eventually, and very quickly, she kisses your cheek.

✴ Trying not to die from her own blushing and embarrassment.

✴ You give her hand an affirming squeeze, smiling at her, and she relaxes.

✴ God how did she get so lucky?

༉ Bubba :: The Cannibal

[PT: Bubba: The Cannibal]

✴ You...you're holding his hand?

✴ You're so gentle, your hands are so small, so soft.

✴ He could crush your hands if he wasn't careful, a similar worry to Michael's.

✴ But you were holding his hand!!! Your dainty little hand was in his!!!!

✴ It was a sign you loved him, really loved him!

✴ He starts giggling, he can't help himself. He doesn't even notice how nervous you are, consumed with his own delight.

✴ Pulls you into a really, really tight hug. One of the ones where you have to remind him to be gentle.

✴ He makes an apologetic noise and nuzzles his face into your hair, picking you up bridal style to hold you close.

✴ He's so happy you love him, he loves you just as much. He's so darn lucky to have you.

༉ BONUS :: Ellen Ripley

[PT: Bonus: Ellen Ripley]

AN 2: wifewifewifewifewifewifewife

✴ Damn that's sweet.

✴ Sweet like the feeling of fresh coffee in her veins, like hearing her cat purr against her chest.

✴ And you're so damn cute all nervous like this, it makes her heart sing.

✴ God she's so glad to be trapped in this hellhole with you.

✴ She kisses the back of your hand and runs her thumb over it gently, giving you this look that lets you know you mean the world to her.

✴ And you look at her the same way.

✴ Wordless but full of meaning in such a simple touch. Affection that goes beyond what words could describe.

✴ The other survivors are gagging from how sweet you two are.

Final Notes :: I'm a big butch lesbian so I added my Wife as a bonus because this was a bit of a sausage fest (besides Susie, perfect lil angel baby). It was weird writing romance for Susie tbh bc when I look at her I'm just like "Ah yes, my child." because whenever I play as her I get weirdly protective and if she gets palette stunned it becomes like, a personal offense. That's my fuckign niece dude!!!!! But I know some peeps would love to be romantic with her so I am here to provide. As is the authors duty. If you make it weird I'm shanking you behind a Wendy's.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to rb and follow if you enjoyed!! <3

[samicakes-exe]

Hi, I loved the hatefucking jtk fic and I was wondering if you could do a part 2 where maybe he is jealous about something happening between the reader and someone else and he "reminds" the reader who she belongs to; or maybe into a crazy discussion jeff throatfuck the reader ( I'm sorry for being a lewd bitch and my lack in fantasy but your writing is so well done and is my first time requesting someone so feel free to consider or not my request :3 ) take care <3

AHHH! I am so happy that I am ur first request! and I hope that I make you proud hun! Also Dont apologize for being a lewd bitch! Lewd bitches are welcomed here!!! am very excited to make the Jeff fic into a little series! so without further ado here is the fic! going to start these specific type of fics with the title!

OKAY SO I MAY HAVE STORED THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS HOLY SHIT IM SO SORRY- um so imma just release it without editing it sooooo sorry to the jeff fuckers i’ll get better food to you soon pls 🧎‍♀️

words:

ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ? <3

(throat-fucking version!)

warning: Jealous toxic toxic Jeff. Roughness, dub-con???? probs dub-con im so sorry (maybe non-con i dunno i wanna make sure!!), a little bit of angst, tears, Public like you could get caught, throat-fucking, Jeff pushes your head. Afab reader, use of feminine pet names, only Jeff getting off. V toxic, Jeff is sweet at the end???, light aftercare, arguing/fighting, Barely edited rip

ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕝𝕚𝕝 𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕒 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨:

Jeff is a man of many words (mostly insults) BUT my boy shuts up when his feelings are hurt.

You two's relationship is complicated.

Not quite boyfriend and girlfriend but also not only fuck buddies.

He feels entitled to you.

Sooo seeing you flirt with any other guy in the house sends him over the edge.

He wont confront you out right since he doesn't want anyone else in the house knowing he stands you.

So usually he grabs you when the others are busy- taking you off to a secret corner to have some fun

or HE WILL IGNORE YOU FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!

honestly it's a 50/50 chance

Tonight wasn't any different to the small hang outs the creeps occasionally do:

Tim and Brian managed to get their hands on some cases of beer.

BEN is playing music from his "perfected" party playlist

and everyone is having a good time!

except Jeff :(

He's watching you closely from across the living room, his grip on the red solo cup was tight.

You were in the corner with EJ, talking about whatever.

It didn't matter to him.

The lingering touches of Jack's arms.

How you stared up at him, batting your eyes.

How your giggles lasted a little while longer

You couldnt stop smiling

He hated it

He watched EJ slipped away and went over to grab another beer So Jeff made his way to you.

You weren't aware of him until he had his hand wrapped around your arm and roughly pulling you away.

★★★

𝕆𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥!!!

The crowd was thinning out leaving red solo cups littering the floor. The music still pumped from a small speaker resting up on a bookshelf. There was BEN and LJ still hanging around near the drinks. A couple of other creeps spread out between you and Jeff.

He's kept an eye on you the entire night but now paying closer attention, You were curled up in the corner of the living room with Eyeless Jack close by chatting among yourselves with the same cheap beer in hand.

It put a sour taste in Jeff's mouth.

It was clockwork with every assumed joke, you giggled and playfully touched his arm and it lingered there before falling to your side. Jeff's jaw clenched, teeth pressing against teeth tightly.

Another joke and you were touching him again. This time on his upper arm, a smile stretched wide across your face as you nodded your excited agreement to whatever he said. Jeff couldn't hear over the music playing but the pit in his stomach grew with how long the touch was. He counted the seconds with how tense his jaw gotten by the time your hand dropped back to your side, it was clicking.

Jeff put the cup to his lips and swallowed the last bit of beer, swishing around in his mouth beforehand.

The solo cup ended up being tossed on the couch with a collection of others.

He couldn't pull his eyes away from you for long, watching how innocently you were batting your eyes up at EJ, leaning ever so closer when he spoke.

Whenever Eyeless Jack pulled away however, excusing himself to grab another lukewarm beer. A small pout pulled at the ends of your lips watching him now leave and talk with both LJ and BEN.

At the moment with the rest of the creeps distracted, Jeff strolled up to you and without a word he pulled you by the arm to the hallway.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He asked, keeping his voice hushed.

"What do you mean what I'm doing?" You asked mimicking the same tone as he was.

"Trying to fuck Jack." He said pointedly.

"Trying to... fuck.. Jack" You repeated it slowly, blinking blankly each time. "I can't have friends now?"

"Y/N Fuck off with that friends bullshit."

"Jeff we're not together." You reminded him. He was slowly starting to get on your nerves now, he always worked you up like this no matter what.

Jeff's squeezed his jaw tight, you were right and how he fucking hated it.

"Knees."

"Excuse me?"

"On your knees now, Y/N"

"As if Jeff... You know you're a real piece of wor-" You were cut off by him shoving you down, your knees buried in the itchy carpet.

"Shut up." He ordered, he wound your hair in his fist pulling it back to force eye contact. "We might not be together but I'm the only one that fucks you, got it?"

"Fuck you." You spat.

"Already did doll, so has every other guy in the house apparently."

You rolled your eyes but stayed on your knees. The bickering starting a warmth between your thighs which made you stay put right where you were. You watched him look around over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before his free hand went to his dress pants and fumbled around with the zipper.

You couldnt help but to giggle under your breath which made him yank your hair back.

"Shut up." Despite being a whisper his tone was harsh. With enough effort he finally pulled his hardening cock out of his jeans. "And open that pretty little mouth for me."

You stared up at him with your mouth shut tight and a cocky smile that pulled on your lips. You innocently bat your eyelashes up at him, watching his eyes narrowed.

"I'll make you." He threatened, his grip on your hair got tighter, the nails of his ever so slightly digging into your scalp.

You stayed staring up at him with your mouth tightly shut.

"I warned you." He muttered, a hand of his going and plugging your nose tightly.

Your eyes flew opened and you tried to keep your mouth shut for the longest time but you felt a deep burn build up to your lungs. Holding it in was making the burn climb up your throat. Finally you gave in, opening your mouth and taking the first greedy breath in.

"Good girl." Jeff chimed, and he quickly pushed his cock into your open mouth, pushing about halfway in. "Was that so hard?"

You looked up at him with your eyes narrowed and he reqarded your mean stare with another shallow thrust of his hips. He leaned his head back and moaned softly, forcing your mouth deeper on his cock.

You placed both hands on his thighs while gagging around his cock, eyes watering up when he hit the back of your throat with one deep push of his hips.

He looked back down at you, seeing how red your face has gotten only spurred him on, He quickened his thrusts into your mouth leaving you sitting and drooling all over his cock.

"God Doll." He moaned, pushing your head to meet with his thrusts. "I forgive you~ I forgive you~" He whispered cocky sorrys while he filled your throat.

He watched you drool on his cock, face red and a couple of tears cutting a cold line in them. You dug your nails into his thighs while you held on.

He wasn't going to last long, not that he cared.

"Oh fuck!" He whined out softly, now struggling to keep his voice low. He fucked your mouth faster, holding onto your head with both hands as he was nearing his release. He whispered out many intelligible praises and curses. "Cumming!" He grunted out.

With one final thrust deep in your throat he finally came, letting out soft moans as he gently pumped your mouth to make sure you had every last drop. Soon he pulled out, looking down at you. A cocky smile against his carved one.

"Was i to rough on you doll?" He asked, shoving himself back into his pants and zipping up before leaning down and offering you a hand.

You took it and he pulled you up. "No.. Could warn me next time." You laughed.

"Where's the fun in that?"

[jenniferlawrencelover]

Hawaii. Because where else do you have a wedding when your future husband has somehow accumulated lifetimes of wealth? That's right, bitches. He's taking this wedding to the tropics. * Logan had one rule — a single, non-negotiable line in the sand: no X-Men. No mentions of the time-traveling shenanigans, the mutant-fueled dramas, or, god forbid, any reunion with Cyclops and his sullen, visor-wearing face.

Logan had never been a fan of mornings.

For most of his life, mornings had been nothing but a reminder of the shit he had been through through. In his darker days, when he was buried under the weight of endless wars and a haze of alcohol, mornings were just another punch to the gut. The light of dawn creeping through the blinds felt like a slap in the face, a reminder that he was still here—still alive—when every bone in his body ached to rest. He'd lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the sting of a hangover mixed with the sting of memories he'd rather forget. The sunlight was an intruder, forcing him to face another day with the same blood on his hands and the same nightmares lurking in the corners of his mind. 

Back then, mornings meant restlessness, the kind that no amount of booze could ever numb. He'd toss and turn in a bed that was too big and too empty, the sheets tangled around him like restraints. Sleep never came easy, and when it did, it was always fitful, full of memories that weren't really memories—more like scars that bled through into his dreams. He'd wake up drenched in sweat, the taste of whiskey still on his tongue, his knuckles raw from punching walls in his sleep. Mornings were the worst part of his day, because it meant starting over. Again. And again. And again. 

Even now, Logan still doesn't like mornings all that much, though he's learned to bear them when he has to work. The habit of waking up early has been drilled into him from years of soldiering and survival, and when there's a job to do, he does it. No complaints. But these days, he doesn't despise mornings for the same reasons he used to. Now, it's different. Now, it's because waking up means leaving the warm cocoon of his bed—a bed that, for the first time in his life, doesn't feel empty.

He likes it when the bed is warm and Wade doesn't have to work, when he stays tucked up under Logan's arm, snoring softly with his face pressed against Logan's side. Wade has this way of making the bed feel full, not just physically, but in a way that Logan had forgotten was possible. The guy sleeps like he lives—recklessly, with limbs flung everywhere, his body sprawling across the mattress like he owns every inch of it. Sometimes Wade starfishes across the left side of the bed, the side nearest to the window, and Logan lets him, even though he knows he's going to have to pry Wade off later when the sunlight starts creeping in and Wade whines about the brightness.

Even Mary Puppins, their gross, scrappy little dog with her habit of licking between Logan's toes and her breath that smells like something that crawled out of a sewer, doesn't bother him as much in those early morning hours. The dog wasn't supposed to be in the bed—Wade promised—but there she is, curled up at their feet like she's always belonged there. And somehow, even that doesn't irritate him as much as it should. Not when Wade's snoring in his ear and his arm is draped over Logan's chest, holding him down like a paperweight. Logan has to admit, he's gotten used to the company. He even likes it, despite himself.

But the one thing Logan hates more than mornings is being woken up by anything other than the slow crawl of consciousness. And Wade? Wade never wakes up slow. He's all in, like he is with everything else. So when Logan feels a sudden pressure on his chest, he doesn't need to open his eyes to know who—or what—is responsible.

"Rise and shine, Grumpy Pants!" Wade's voice is too loud, too cheerful, and Logan knows he's grinning that big, stupid grin of his. The one that usually gets him what he wants, even when Logan swears he won't give in this time.

Logan lets out a long, irritated groan, not ready to give up the warmth of the bed just yet. He fumbles for a pillow and drags it over his face, blocking out Wade and the morning in one go. "What time is it?"

Wade doesn't answer right away, and Logan can practically hear the wheels turning in his head, coming up with some smartass remark. "Does it matter?"

"Yeah, if you want your facial features to stay where they need to be, it fucking matters." Logan's voice was muffled by the pillow, but the threat was crystal clear.

Wade tuts, poking Logan's chest. "Now, Honey Badger, is that any way to talk to your fiancé?"

Logan resists the urge to snarl. Just barely. The mornings when Wade isn't working should be sacred, a time for Logan to enjoy the rare calm that comes with having Wade's warm body pressed against his side. But no, Wade always has to be doing something, even at this ungodly hour. It's like the guy doesn't know how to be still. Undiagnosed ADHD, his ass. Logan will diagnose him right here, right now. He has it. 

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, can't this wait?"

Wade leans closer, pressing his lips to Logan's ear, his breath warm and irritatingly cheerful. "Sorry, Baby Girl, but we've got too much to do. Wedding planning waits for no man."

Logan's eyes snap open. Wedding planning. Fuck. He had almost forgotten about the date he had half-heartedly thrown out, thinking it would buy him some time. But now here they were, and Wade wasn't going to let him off the hook. Not today. 

Wade had been waiting to dive into wedding planning since the day Logan proposed, but between the move, Wade's sporadic jobs, and Logan's increase in bodyguard gigs with Craig (which only made Wade hate Craig more), they had been pushing back the wedding plans for months. But now, with everything finally settling down...

"Wade," he grumbles, "it's too early for this shit."

"Too early?" Wade scoffs, flipping open the binder in his hands, revealing an explosion of magazine clippings, sloppy notes, and general disarray. He waves it under Logan's nose, and the smell of cheap glue and Wade's obnoxiously spicy cologne fills his nostrils.

Logan squinted at the mess of papers and photos crammed into the binder. "Fuck is that?"

Wade's grin widened, almost wickedly. "Every girl dreams about their wedding day."

Logan's eyes narrow as he sits up slightly, Wade still perched on his chest. "Not a girl. You got a dick. It's poking me right now."

Wade doesn't miss a beat, smacking Logan in the face with the binder. "Concentrate! We only have 212 days until the big day, and we've got a lot of ground to cover!"

Logan blinks, dazed from the unexpected binder assault. "212 days? Fuck off, I'm going back to sleep." He turns over, trying to shake Wade off like a bad habit.

Wade, undeterred, brought the binder down on Logan's head again, harder this time.

Logan growled, snatching the binder from Wade's hands and hurling it across the room with a strength that should've ripped the damn thing in half. It hit the wall with a satisfying thud, papers fluttering to the floor in a heap of chaos. "There. Binder's outta the picture. G'night."

With that, Logan turned over and closed his eyes, ignoring Wade's dramatic gasp. But Wade, being Wade, wasn't going to give up so easily. He sprawled out beside Logan, draping an arm across his shoulders and leaning in close enough that Logan could feel his breath on his ear.

"Logan," Wade whispered, his voice annoyingly sing-song. "Logan. Lo-gaaaan."

Logan grunted, pretending to be asleep.

"Come on, my little honey badger. You promised we'd plan this wedding. We have 212 days. That's practically tomorrow in wedding time!" Wade's tone was insistent, and he started poking Logan's side repeatedly.

Logan opened one eye, a look of pure murder in his gaze. "Keep pokin' me, and you're gonna lose that finger."

Wade pouted, his lower lip jutting out in a mock sad expression. "You really know how to kill a man's dreams, you know that?"

"Good." Logan's voice was a low, growling rumble. "Now let me sleep."

Wade shifted his body, pressing closer until he was practically laying on top of Logan. "Nope! No sleep for you! We've got dresses to pick out, venues to book, cakes to taste—"

"Dresses?" Logan barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "Ya lost your damn mind."

Wade grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I might just make you wear one, ya know. I think you'd look pretty sexy in a gown."

Logan groaned again, louder this time, and buried his face in the pillow. "If I say yes to whatever you want, will you let me sleep?"

Wade considered this for a moment, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, tempting, but no. We've got too much to do and not enough time to do it. I need you awake and alert, Canadian Bacon. We're planning the most epic wedding of the century!"

Logan growled, grabbing Wade by the waist and flipping him over. He pressed Wade's back into the memory foam mattress that Wade begged Logan to buy after he laid on one in the Bed, Bath and Beyond that was down the street. Wade grinned, running his hands up Logan's hairy arms and squeezing his biceps.

Logan looks over to the alarm clock, and nearly winces at the blinking 4 AM staring back at him.

"You can fuck right off," Logan snarls.

"You said we could start today. You never said what time."

"Don't be a smart ass."

"'Don't be a dumbass, Wade.' 'Don't be a smartass, Wade.' Which is it? Because I feel like I'm running in circles like a dog chasing its tail."

"Eight."

"Thank you. I thought I ate, too."

"O'clock you fucking idiot. Wake me up at eight and we can plan to your heart's fucking desires."

"You're so mean, Honey Badger. Where is the love? Where is the love?"

"I'll let you do that thing you like if you leave me the fuck alone."

Wade's mouth snaps shut, and he narrows his eyes. "You hate that thing I like to do."

"Well, it involves your tongue in my asshole where I shit out of so yeah I'm not real peachy keen," Logan growled.

Wade clicked his tongue, and said, "Fine. Done."

He pushed up against Logan's hand, making to leave when Logan pressed him back down. Logan furrowed his eyebrows together.

"Where ya goin?"

"Um I'm leaving you alone? Tongue in ass? Rimjob heaven?" Wade drawled, looking at Logan like Logan has just said the Earth was flat.

Logan’s nose twitched, his expression softening, even if just a fraction into a look of emotional constipation. “I meant... whatever. You don’t have to leave the bed.” 

Wade paused, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. Logan was rarely this candid about what he wanted, especially in the vulnerability of dawn, when the world outside their bedroom was still quiet, and the rest of the day hadn’t yet started to bear down on them.

“Awww, Sugarbutt. You want me to stay?” Wade asked, a slow grin spreading across his face. He leaned back again, his weight shifting, but he didn’t fully dislodge himself from under Logan’s body. “With the binder? Without? Should I go make breakfast? I’m not sure I’m following, Old Man.”

“Just... lay back down, will ya?” Logan grumbled, his voice low but not without affection. 

Wade didn’t need to be told twice, pushing Logan back onto his side and scooting in closer so that he was nestled against it. Logan’s arm instinctively curled around him, pulling him close. Wade’s head rested on Logan’s shoulder, and he let out a contented sigh, his body relaxing into the familiar shape of Logan’s warmth.

*

Wade had been waiting to plan a wedding his entire life. Well, okay, maybe not his entire life, but definitely this entire year.

Alright, alright, maybe not even the whole year, but definitely this year. Yeah, that was it. This whole damn year had been building up to this moment. Wade Wilson, the world’s worst housewife and somehow still the better half of this relationship, was finally about to host the biggest event of his existence. Move over, Oscars! Step aside, royal weddings! Wade was coming through with the mother of all celebrations.

It was going to be big. 

It was going to be lavish.

It was—

*

“Don’t make it a big deal," Logan grumbled, accepting the coffee mug and rubbing between his eyes. 

"What? A big deal? Me?" Wade splayed his hands on his chest, mouth dropping open in mock-offendedness. 

Logan gave him a knowing look, taking another sip.

*

Ha. Big deal? This was going to be the biggest fucking deal the world had ever seen. If there was one thing Wade Wilson knew how to do, it was turn everything up to eleven and then snap the fucking knob off just to make sure nobody could turn it down.

Wade loved to host. Granted, his idea of hosting typically involved offering up their shoebox of an apartment (now their nice little house, thank you very much), for some pizza-fueled, tequila-drenched bullshit where the “good china” was the high-quality plastic stuff he nicked from the neighbor’s barbecue last summer. He was sure they were still looking for it. And Wade? Wade was a fucking genius, holding onto the good shit like it was the last condom in the apocalypse. But this was going to be different. This was his wedding. Well, their wedding, but who’s counting?

This was the fucking wedding of the century. The wedding to end all weddings. This was going to make those celebrity affairs look like cheap drive-thru chapel hookups in Vegas. He could already see it now: the glitz, the glam, the extravagance of it all. And, of course, the pool floaties shaped like giant tacos. Wade loved tacos. This was non-negotiable. This was the day that would go down in history as the day Wade Wilson made an entire island question the validity of their wedding permits.

Because guess what, bitches? Wade finally had money.

Okay, so technically, it wasn’t his money—it was all Logan’s money, but the same difference. And not just any money, but fuck you money. The kind of money where he could hire a personal chef to make him peanut butter and jelly sandwiches whenever he damn well pleased. The kind of money that meant never having to re-wear socks. The kind of money where Logan could scowl at him, but Wade could just flash a wad of hundreds and shut him up real quick. Because let’s face it, Logan had his price, and it was usually around a six-pack and not having to deal with Wade’s bullshit for five minutes.

No more scraping together pocket change and old lady bus fare to buy a dollar-store Twinkie to impress Logan. No more settling for “good enough.” He wasn’t some broke mercenary anymore. No, no, no. The Merc with a Mouth was now the Merc with a Wallet (Merc with his Fiance's Wallet to be exact), and that wallet was stuffed tighter than his suit after an all-you-can-eat chimichanga night. 

Ever since Wade was a little girl—boy, whatever, it’s 2024, who the fuck cares? Fuck it, in some multiverse, it probably happened. Anyway, back on track—he always dreamed of having cash to burn. 

Oh, and a Razor scooter. God, how he wanted one of those when he was a kid. The neighbor’s son next door had one, and he would ride that thing up and down the street like he owned the damn world. Wade remembered watching from his crappy apartment window, his little heart full of envy and his mind full of plans. He even saved up his allowance once—$3.50—to buy one, but his mom had laughed and used the money for beer. So, naturally, Wade stole the scooter instead. It was a beautiful, shining piece of freedom, and he rode it like it was a Ferrari, right up until he ate shit on a pothole and broke his front tooth. But it was worth it. Every damn second.

That scooter was fucking awesome.

Where was he again? Oh right, the wedding.

Wade had been practicing this wedding thing for years, mentally at least, if not in reality. Which was basically the same thing. 

See, Wade had plans. Big, grand, absurdly over-the-top plans. Plans that would make even the Kardashians roll their eyes and mutter, “Tone it down, Wilson.” He’d spent the better part of the last few weeks with his nose buried in bridal magazines, tearing out pages of anything that caught his eye. Lace, frills, diamonds, unicorns—okay, maybe not unicorns, but you get the idea. And not just for the dress. Oh no. Wade wasn’t some basic bitch. He had a vision, one that included helicopters, doves, probably a few jet skis, and most definitely a surprise performance by Beyoncé. Or Cher. Whichever diva wasn’t busy at the time.

Wade had every little detail planned out in his head, from the grand entrance—possibly involving a parachute, still working out the logistics—to the cake, which would be an edible sculpture of Logan's dick. Because who wouldn’t want to slice into that? And the guest list? Oh, Wade was going to make damn sure that anyone who was anyone was there.

Except maybe the X-Men. Those fuckers might still be mad about, you know, the incident. Which incident? Take your pick. Wade had a whole fucking portfolio of incidents including the one where Logan lost his shit which led to an unfortunate amount of bloodshed. But who’s keeping track? Certainly not Wade, because if there’s one thing Deadpool does best, it’s totally ignoring his violent tendencies and instead focusing on the softer side of things. Like wedding planning.

The more Wade thought about it, the more it dawned on him just how fucking surreal it was. 

Him, Wade Wilson, Deadpool, Merc with a Mouth (and a cute ass) getting married. Legitimately married. Not just fake-wedding-to-a-mannequin married. A real, honest-to-god, put-a-ring-on-it wedding. And who better to tie the knot with than the surliest, hairiest, most badass man this side of Canada?

He could already see it now: an ocean view, waves crashing dramatically against the rocks, a choir of mutant doves soaring through the sky with banners that read, “Wade and Logan: A Love Story.” And an all-you-can-eat taco bar. With those fancy little umbrellas in the drinks. You know, the ones that scream, “We’ve got class but also like to get shit-faced on a Wednesday.”

Wade wasn’t about to let Logan’s money go to waste. No, he had plans. Plans that would make Martha Stewart look like a total amateur. (Seriously, what does that chick even know about weddings? Does she think those little finger sandwiches and crochet doilies are going to impress anyone? Bitch, please.) Wade was about to set the bar so high that no one would ever be able to touch it again.

He imagined Logan standing there, all gruff and reluctant in a tux that Wade had specifically picked out because it hugged his ass just right. There’d be explosions, there’d be fireworks, and there’d be Wolverine begrudgingly realizing that maybe, just maybe, Wade’s batshit ideas weren’t half bad. It was going to be a spectacle, a show, a declaration of their love that the world could never ignore, even if it wanted to.

He was talking fireworks, confetti cannons, a chocolate fountain that poured out tequila—though Logan would definitely bitch about that one. “Wade, you can’t drink chocolate tequila, it’s disgusting,” Logan would say in that gruff, sexy way that made Wade’s pants feel two sizes too small. “Logan, baby, sweetheart, sugar tits,” Wade would respond, “you can do anything if you try hard and believe in yourself. Now, put on this Speedo and let’s have a beach wedding with synchronized swimmers.”

But first, he had to get Logan on board.

And that was proving to be a challenge. Because Logan, for all his growly grumpiness, was the practical one. The grounded one. The one who kept Wade from spending all their money on a helicopter ride just to deliver the rings via skydiving raccoon. (Which, by the way, would be fucking awesome. PETA might have a problem, but Wade had ways of dealing with that. Mainly just ignoring them.)

And yeah, okay, maybe Logan didn’t give a shit about all the frills and thrills. Maybe he just wanted to say the vows, exchange the rings, and get back to the important part—fucking like rabbits in some five-star hotel suite. But Wade? Wade wanted the whole shebang. He wanted Logan to see just how much this meant to him. That even though Wade was a lot—a lot—he was also all in. No half measures, no hesitation. Just 100% Wade Wilson, chaos and all, loving Logan Howlett like it was his last day on earth.

That’s what Logan didn’t get about Wade. He wasn’t just about the insanity for insanity’s sake (okay, maybe a little). He was about the experience. Life was too short not to live it balls to the wall, literally and metaphorically. They’d been through hell and back, but now? Now it was time to live. To be wild and reckless and… well, rich.

So, yeah, Wade was excited. He was pumped. He was ready to throw the wedding to end all weddings. He had his binder, his plastic cutlery, and a heart full of love (and possibly cholesterol, but that was neither here nor there). He was going to make this day special, even if it killed him. Again. And again. And again. Because that’s what love was, right? Dying for someone over and over and over again.

Well, maybe not dying. More like… living. Yeah, living. Living the hell out of life with the one person who made every morning worth waking up for, even if he did smell like a wet dog half the time. Because if there’s one thing Wade Wilson knew better than anyone else, it was that life could be short. Brutal. Unforgiving. And in a world where tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed, where happy endings were a fucking myth, where death was around every corner with its bony-ass fingers and shitty attitude, Wade wanted to make damn sure that when Logan looked back on his life, he’d see this moment. This insane, ridiculous, over-the-top wedding. Their wedding. And he’d know, deep down, that Wade fucking Wilson loved him.

Watch out, world. Deadpool was getting married, and nobody was leaving until they were drunk, happy, and covered in glitter.

[napstabl00k]

Ceroba feels sick.

Axis is a simple thing. There's little creativity to him; a box of a head, antenna that automatically swivel to catch radiowaves, a single wheel upon which to roll, a heavy gear welded to his right side, and arms powered by thick smog. He's grey and pink and a stained off-white, he's stiff and monotone and-

Ceroba feels sick.

She can see him in his creations.

A bitch of an AI because he never much liked the feeling of being alone, without some living creature that would feel - that would talk to him.

His voice, changed and distorted to become the words that Axis uses.

The way that he'd weld metal together, the bits that he'd use bolts for, the care in the glass and the crudeness in the wheels.

Axis rolls off, Chujin's distorted voice muttering to himself, wondering where his targets went.

Ceroba can't help but watch him, eyes sharp, searching.

The gear on his side is welded on with little thought to making it pretty or smooth.

An old memory comes to mind -

"I completely forgot to think about the weight distribution of this new one," Chujin says as he washes his dish.

Ceroba absently dries her own. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Shifting it all just enough to balance out isn't worth it," Chujin says, thoughtful. "I might just add something to even the weight of the right side- it's the left that's heavier, see."

Ceroba puts her dish away. "I think this will be the one, Chujin." She offers him a smile.

He smiles back. "You say that every time."

It's a shit job - the final touches were always hastily added because of time constraints or just his need to move on to something new.

It's him.

Again.

Ceroba steps out of the locker, careful. At the sound, the child moves too.

Axis is a simple fucking thing.

There's little creativity to him (a box of a head, automatic antennas, a single wheel, a heavy gear, thick smog), and Ceroba feels sick, and Ceroba knows that Chujins before and before and before would have more fun with the design. He wouldn't be grey and pink and off-white, he'd have colour. He wouldn't be so stiff, he wouldn't be so monotone, he'd be more and have more and he'd make Ceroba feel so much worse because he'd be everything that reminds her of Chujin.

Grief grips her in the form of a robot that doesn't recognize her and doesn't recognize who she was to him. Grips her in the form of his bolts and seams. Grips her in the form of his distorted fucking voice.

The trash robot is cute. She likes making it.

There's a bow and Ceroba knows exactly why it's here and exactly who it belonged to. She feels her stomach turn and her jaw clench and she smiles and adjusts it on the shitty scrap metal creation anyway.

Axis is so. Fucking. Simple.

And Ceroba feels so. Fucking. Sick.

He sees their shitty little trash can creation and hearts glow behind the glass of his eyes.

(Of course, even when he's working on something important, on something he needs to get approved, he'd add something like this. Of course, in this antithesis of everything that Chujin loved to do with his machines, wrapped in the ghost of Chujin's way of creating, the soul of it is still so purely him.)

"The shimmer," Axis says, with emphasis. "The complexion..."

There's a beat of silence as Ceroba waits, a memory needling at the back of her mind.

"The..." Axis stops for a half second - just long enough for Ceroba to realize what this reminds her of - and then finishes: "CURVES!"

Kanako makes a gagging noise from the doorway.

"Ewwww..." she whines.

Ceroba turns and sticks out her tongue at her daughter.

Chujin laughs. "Kanako, please. Look, your mother is so wonderful, I just have to kiss her."

"Noooo!!" Kanako wails. "You don't!! Gross!!"

"Her shimmer, her-" he pauses, unsure. "Complexion?"

Ceroba makes an unsure noise. Not his best.

"Her curves-"

Kanako runs up and shoves him, making him laugh and put his hands up to block her.

Ceroba reacts the same as she did then- "Okay! That's enough!"

She places her hands over the child's head, some sort of disconnect between past and present making her pause at the lack of ears perking up under her palms. "C-Clover, let's-" She looks up at the robot.

It's still Chujin's.

"Let's wrap this up."

Clover's soul forces itself back into their body and Ceroba walks up to Axis as he giggles about his newfound love.

There's no similarity to her daughter when she places her hands on either side of Axis' face, but she remembers Kanako's friends coming over, remembers being part of little school-girl's gossip sessions, remembers a situation something like this one.

"Do you wanna know a secret?" Ceroba whispers.

"Yes I would like to know a secret," Axis says loudly.

"They told me that they like you, but will only go out with you if it's casual," Ceroba says, glancing sideways at the trashcan, as though it'll hear her. "Get to know them a little bit, you know?" Advice that once worked on second graders but wouldn't here runs through her head, until she lands on, "Ask what their name is or something."

"Okay," Axis says.

Ceroba stands and takes a step back. "Alright," she says. "Give it a shot!"

"Hello my name is Axis, what is your name?"

Ceroba frowns. Perhaps she hadn't thought this bit through- Their creation can't exactly respond.

Axis waits for a minute, and then starts laughing, a noise so similar to Chujin over the phone that Ceroba jolts.

"You're so funny; want to get married?" Axis asks, and Ceroba is shaken out of her feelings by the absurdity of the sentence.

"Hey! Remember what we talked about?"

Axis turns to her. "They said yes."

Ceroba pauses. "..What?"

"I'm honestly just as surprised as you are," Axis says. "This rocks."

"...Right." A hand comes to tug at her sleeve, and she turns to look at Clover. "Well. Clover and I have to go now."

"Go where?" Axis asks, and he sounds nervous.

"Go where?" Kanako asks.

"Hotland. Just a business trip," Ceroba explains. It feels like a lie.

"Oh," Axis says. "I wish you luck, then. I must recharge, which will set me back to my factory settings, but- [hatted human] and [tall lady] added to [Authorized] list." Axis does a little nod. "There. Now I will not attempt apprehension next time we meet."

Ceroba smiles. "Thank you, Axis."

Axis does a little nod at her again, picks up his fiancé (?) and begins to roll off. Halfway down the walkway, he stops and turns around.

"Oh. One more thing."

Ceroba blinks. "Hm?"

"You said your husband was my creator?"

Her heart drops.

"Would you tell him that I miss him?"

Her eyes burn.

"He was always very kind to me."

"I-" She sucks a breath in, her whole body tense. "Yeah," she says, her voice coming out lighter than she feels. "I'll tell him."

"Thank you," Axis says. "Goodbye."

Axis is a simple thing.

He turns back around, fiancé in his hands, and believes her without a second thought. The gear is still welded to his side. His voice is still something like Chujin's. The smoke pumps from where his shoulders would be, the screws are spaced out with perfect precision, the lights of his eyes still flicker with hearts.

Axis is a simple, simple thing. Who misses Chujin just as much as he is him.

Ceroba feels sick.

[amymbona]

i can see reader in the preist! patrick au going and getting a tattoo like benniamina has in la chimera. the little sun on the upper right side of her back. innocent and sweet, but a tattoo nonetheless

Yes yes yes! I had something like that in mind. But some different place, perhaps your tummy, like under your boobs, because that's where your parents wouldn't see it when you're wearing a tank top in summer. It's permanent, after all.

It hurt like a bitch as well, it you're being honest, because you managed to contact some sketchy guy from the, let's say, less catholic and good people - ish side of the town. You sneaked out of the house ar midnight and returned wincing in pain and having to resists the urge to rub and scratch the sore spot.

But the pride of finally having done something forbidden fills you with its sweet taste, helping you go through the following days with surprising confidence. Even Patrick notices when he meets you at the market one morning. You smile at an old lady, helping her choose between two mugs that she foujd really pretty, and eventually sell her one with a blue floral pattern. He sees something else in your expression that your parents probably couldn't notice, as if you were in pain.

"Good morning," he greets you with the usual heavenly calmness, examining some of the plates that you personally have designed and painted. "They're made by you?"

"Yes," you nod, moving behind the stand and circling around your younger sister who's currently selling a cutlery set to some newly wed couple.

"I like that one," he points at a circle plate with a yellow sun in the middle, its beams spiralling further and further until they blend into the white porcelain. It resembles the new permanent addition to your body awfully accurately.

"You want it?"

He wants more than that, but a plate will do for now. "Yes, please."

So you pack the piece into some old newspaper, carefully smoothing it down so it doesn't shatter. Before you accept the payment from Patrick, he retreats.

"Actually," he mutters, looking you up and down, "I'm wondering if you have a matching piece. A mug, perhaps?"

Coincidentally, you do.

"Right, a mug," you nod, packing that piece as well. Patrick pays for it and then walks away with the utter calmness, his expression not changing at all. A strained groan of annoyance fills the stand as you notice he's left the perfectly packed compliemnting piece from the set and walked away with just one of the two.

As your family is packing your belongings in the late afternoon, you father convinces you to drop the piece off at church. So you find yourself in the cold building once again, clutching the sunny mug against the sun under your breasts. Almost as if everything was connected.

You eventually find Patrick in the little room all the way in the back, a place he has assumed to be his personal chambers, sitting in an armchair that's almost comically big for his lean frame and reading a book.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" you push without greeting him, setting the cup on a nearby shelf.

"Was there any other way I could get the two of us alone?" he asks smugly in response without raising his head. Only when you give him no verbal answer, he gazes up. "You weren't there on Sunday."

Right, you miss the sermon. It was the day after the eventful night when you recklessly got the tattoo and felt like shit the in the morning. Luckily, the intense pain made you puke and you had a wonderful excuse to remain in bed, blaming your state on something you ate the day before. "I was sick."

"You look perfectly fine to me," he states, closing the book.

"Was," you remind him, crossing arms over your chest. The actions makes your shirt brush over the sore skin and a small wince leaves your mouth. Unfortunately, Patrick notices.

He raises a hand, wiggling his fingers in the direction of himself, silently beckoning you to come closer. You don't.

Apparently, he doesn't have the patience for your bullshit. "Come here and show me what you did."

This time, you do, slowly walking closer. Even when stuffed in your stupid sweater that you inherited after your sister, the slight away of your hips looks almost erotic. Or perhaps it's just the expression of utter annoyance that's adorning your beautiful face, but it makes Patrick want to slap it off.

You want to slap him as well, for preaching all about being good and following the God's will, but being such an idiotic man himself, all tattooed and devilish. With one slightly staggering movement, you pull off both your sweater and shirt, flashing Patrick not only with the sigh of your bare tits but also the ink sun sitting directly in the middle between them.

"You're such a dumb girl," he curses, grabbing your hips a bit too harshly to pull you closer. Not caring much for gentleness at this very moment, he reaches out to trace the tattoo, earning another painful sigh from you. It's obvious the spot is still sore.

"Stop," you mutter, swatting his hand away. "You're being too harsh."

"Serves you right," Patrick scoffs.

He readjusts his hold on you, snaking one arm around your waist to pull you between his legs before his thumb rubs the sore spot again, this time a bit more bluntly. You squirm and he grins at the sight of the reddening skin once he begins scratching the injury with his nail. As if he could possibly scratch it off.

"Stupid girl," he repeats again, glancing at your tits, at your pink, perky nipples, before looking up at your face. "Is this what you wanted? What if your family sees this?"

Something inside you begins boiling and your cheeks heat up when you notice Patrick pay a greater amount od attention to the sight of your breasts. Never before were they seen by anyone else than your mother and some of your sister. Never before were they touched or admired.

You shrug, stepping closer and leaning in too, just barely so it doesn't look too forced, and your tits hang over his face. "They'd send me to you, of course. To whip the evil out of my body."

"Is that how it's usually done in here?" Patrick questions, almost too casually raising his hand to cup your breast.

"Lots of things are usual here," you mutter, arching your back into his touch, earning a hum from Patrick. "Like daughters getting spanked when their misbehave, being forced to believe in some random man's existence, old and scruffy priests."

"Old and scruffy priests," he repeats with a nod, allowing his thumb to circle your nipple. Warm, pink, hard.

"Yeah," you respond with a strained moan, blinking lazily. As if the innocent looking flower below his ear suddenly sharpened into harsh spikes, it seems to crawl up his face and push through his hair to form two horns at the top of his head. "And the moment this young, liberal guy with bad past and a touching story of redemption showed up, everything changed.

Again, Patrick nods with a hum, intently listening to each word you have to say, as if he wasn't just giving you the first erotically painted touch of your whole life. "Did it?"

You know he's just teasing, and he knows it did. That perhaps it's his fault, but he can't really bring himself to feel guilty about it. Not when he has you marked like this. "Yeah."

[marleyybluu]

Hi I have a request for Rio (sorry it might be a bit long)

So the reader is like the queen of the empire (she's his wife) along with rio being the king obviously like in the show and yk on like the first or second episode when he's in Beth's house interrogating Beth and the girls his wife is there to, in a badass outfit and she doesn't like Beth at all no matter what rio says about her so she's talking really calm and stuff and interrogating Beth more than the other girls and rio let's her have her moment. (They have a daughter around 3 or 4) When they get home rio goes and puts her to bed. He comes back to reader and she's like mad because she doesn't like Beth and the way she looks at him, it leads to an argument that wakes up they're daughter and she's scared that they will get a divorce since her bestfriends parents did from an argument. They reassure her and everything that they aren't getting a divorce and never will then they put her back to bed and they make up with soft makeup sex. Sorry it's kind of out of order in a way

Pairing: Rio x black!reader Warnings: smut, my writing skills, cussing, bit of jealousy, mentions of guns, attempted murder on Beth (?), bit of choking but in a loving way

Word Count: 3.9k

sn: I know this probably wasn't exactly as the request was written but ... I guess it's close? sorry. Also dk what to title this either.

reader's outfit

(not my pic. got this off pinterest.)

"Where's my money Elizabeth?" A question that seemed to be asked at least once or twice a month. And it was a question that YN was sick of asking, all her other plugs, and cash cover-ups never had this problem. Just Elizabeth.

The desperate housewife sat around her dinner table in fear as she, her sister Annie and their friend Ruby came face to face with the consequences of their actions. The three wives and mothers robbed a grocery store almost a year ago, in this shitty economy YN understood the reasoning but she couldn't excuse it this time because the money that they stole, belonged to her and her husband Rio.

The couple had worked hard for what they had, no they didn't have a regular 9-5  that wasn't their thing they were more into fast money and money that couldn't be taxed. They had drugs and fake cash that was laundered through stores just like the grocery store the girls hit. They moved weight through the States and sometimes Canada. They built their empire from the ground up, falling out with each other once in a while but it never lasted long.

When they first hunted down the women YN wanted her money and to be done with them, however, Rio had different plans despite his wife's warning that one day they'd rat him out. More specifically Elizabeth. YN didn't like her. Didn't like the way she looked at Rio, talked to him, or playfully touch him but he always reminded her that it wasn't a big deal and he had no feelings toward the older woman. But she didn't care, she felt disrespected... it was disrespectful.

Elizabeth was on thin ice.

YN sat down with her pistol in her lap, her leg draping over the other, a scowl on her face. She watched as Beth's eyes ran down her body, taking in who was in front of her YN was covered in an all-brown set, she wore a dark brown top paired with light brown pants, her brown leather thigh-high heels and her long brown coat-- she flipped her hair over her shoulder and leaned forward.

"I'm waiting for an answer."

"Why don't we wait until Rio gets here?" Beth bit. YN smirked. "Because I'm here, bitch. This is my money sweetie in case you forgot. And if I ever feel like it I could clip you right now."

Beth swallowed and darted her eyes over to Annie. Annie quickly shook her head declining any offer to speak. Beth sighed reaching behind her chair and dropping a heavy black duffle bag on the table, YN nodded for Mick-- their right-hand man, to go count the money and see if it was all there. Beth and YN never broke eye contact, it was like a catfight was going on without anyone ever physically fighting. She noticed the sly smirk on YN's face, almost the same one Rio always had.

Just then, the back door opened causing everyone to turn around thinking Beth's husband had come home early but it was just the man of the hour and the one Beth was waiting to see. "Sorry, I'm late, Elora is hard to bribe." He chuckled at the statement about their daughter. "How'd she shake you down this time?" YN asked changing from her work voice to her home voice, which was a lot softer. When it came to him she was lovesick, a softie, a simp. And the feeling was mutual from his end. Rio planted a quick kiss on her lips before explaining his story. "She said to me if I don't give her some Cheetos before I left, she won't talk to me again." YN stifled a laugh, the five-year-old knew how to guilt trip her own father. "You gave her the small bag?"

His sudden silence was the answer for her. "You are a sucker."

The three women watched in a mixture of amazement and shock, it was like they'd forgotten they were in a room full of people. It amazed Beth to see YN go from intimidating to almost submissive. He delivered another kiss, this one lingering for a while. He couldn't get enough of her. "This a new outfit? You look good ma." Rio pulled back to ask, his breath tickling her chin. "Thank you." She smiled pinching his nose. The mood changed as Rio finally acknowledged the women in the room. "Ladies, I hope all our money is there."

"It is." Beth squeaked. Mick counted the last of the cash and turned around shaking his head. "Oh, so close," YN said sarcastically as she pouted. "Be nice." He nudged. Rio wasn't blind to the bit of jealousy that his wife expressed, but she knew that business was business and usually kept her attitude to herself at his request. She stood up from her seat and sashayed over to the table where the women sat, she placed her hands in her pockets and shrugged. "You're short," Said YN. "No, we're not," Annie replied.

She tilted her head. "Yeah, you are love."

"Actually, we're over." Annie pulled a shoebox from under the table, it's assumed she had it there the whole time, she opened the box and presented YN with... "Dolls?" YN looked over her shoulder at Rio and raised her eyebrows. "They brought us dolls. Maybe Elora can play with them."

Rio chuckled and nodded. Annie began to take out a few and line them up on the table. "These are super rare collectibles." She continued. "Treasures." Beth slyly chimed in only to receive sharp daggers from the woman. "These rare treasures go from ten to fifteen G's on eBay." Annie persuaded. "And you don't even have to worry about legwork because we've done most of it for you."

YN liked Annie, she was amusing and if she had to sell you a story she would go all out for it. It was Ruby's turn to speak, she slid a folder toward her, she liked Ruby as well-- she didn't say much. "These are the username and passwords to our eBay accounts, plus auction tips to maximize your profits."

She took a moment to really comprehend what they were telling her, her shoulders bounced as a petty laugh followed. "So, you want us to sell your dolls?" Still not calling them by their correct name. Beth squinted. "Tell her about Hans."

YN gasped playing along. "Oh, I would love to hear about Hans."

"Let me show you our little drummer boy," Annie nervously chuckled, YN leaned down resting her arms on the table presenting the palm of her hand, her brown stiletto nails tapping against the wooden table. The figurine was placed in her hands and she began to examine it, "Hans here is one of only twelve- AAAH!" The girls screamed in unison as Hans was smashed to pieces and scattered in every direction. YN closed her eyes, her nostrils flared as she tried to calm down. "This some kind of joke to you?" Annie opened her mouth to speak but realized the question was rhetorical. YN stood up straight and crossed her arms, she looked over at Elizabeth who had pure fear in her eyes, and that is what she fed off of. "I'm done playing with you guys."

She turned to walk away and nodded at Mick and another man, Ricky, giving them the okay to trash the place. They got straight to it, tossing over flower pots, and decorative plates that sat on top of a mini China buffet and in the process they tipped that over as well smashing anything inside. As the men wandered around the first floor breaking everything in sight the couple sat next to each other watching the chaos. "Hey did you talk to Maurice about that order?" She asked nonchalantly. Rio snapped his fingers. "Knew I was forgettin' somethin'." He responded equally unbothered.

"What are they doing?" She heard Annie ask. "They're making it look like a home invasion."

"So they could kill us." Beth finished. She looked over at the couple who were invested in a different conversation, she scrambled trying to figure out a way to appeal to both of them. "You think we should pick up food on the way home?" YN asked absentmindedly. Rio nodded a bit too distracted by his phone to vocalize his answer. "Wait! Please we can get you the rest of the money!" Ruby begged. "Please! We have children, we have families!"

Mick proceeded to screw the silencer onto the barrel of his gun. YN leaned back waiting for the job to get done, the first person with the barrel to their temple was Elizabeth. A smile crept on YN's face. She was trembling, shaking, her eyes shut tight as she silently begged for a miracle. Ruby and Annie held onto each other as they watched, seemingly reminiscing on all the time they had together as it looked like it was all coming to an end.

Mick looked back for approval from either of them to pull the trigger. Beth noticed YN looking over at Rio waiting for him to put away his distraction enough to give an answer. She wanted to make sure they agreed on what was going to happen. Elizabeth took this opportunity to blurt out, "You guys are idiots."

"Beth!" Annie shouted. YN's head snapped in her direction. "The fuck did you just say?"

That tone was Rio's cue to step in otherwise she'd take this job into her own hands and he needed nothing more than the mother of his child getting her hands bloody. That was his job. "What are you gonna do? Blow our brains out all over the room? That's how it works? Someone shorts you and gets tossed out like trash." She wept. YN didn't need to hear this nor did she want to.

But Rio. Rio let her continue to talk. "No one cares, no one notices. But that's not us. We pay taxes, we... take our kids to P.F Changs. We take orange slices to soccer games."

In the monologue she was delivering not once did she look at YN, all her focus was on Rio. YN sat up with her arms crossed, her eyes shifting between her husband who was drinking in every word and the woman who was feeding them to him. "And when bad things happen to good people, it gets around. News outlets, social media gets a hold of it and there are hashtags everywhere... so if you want all that attention over a few grand, then you're not the smart businessman that you think you are."

She could see her husband taking what Elizabeth said into consideration, as always. She was boiling inside. "So go ahead," Beth challenged. "Tell him to pull the trigger and we'll see what happens."

YN opened her mouth but Rio shook his head, Mick slowly brought the gun down from Beth's skull and she let out a sigh of relief. But YN was pissed, she sucked her teeth and stomped out of the home. What was so good about Elizabeth that Rio spared her life? For as long as they'd been working together she had never seen him let anyone go not even for the smallest things, if he didn't kill them they'd learn their lesson a different way but for Beth he just excused her. She was infuriated, her skin so hot she had to remove her jacket once she got inside her car, she didn't wait for him or the other guys she just sped off to go deal with other business that they had.

Rio could hear the tires screech from inside the house, he hung his head knowing he was in big trouble once he got home. He left the women in Beth's destroyed home, hoping they considered this as a warning and went on his merry way.

The rest of the day was nothing but cold, he only received icy looks from the meeting that he had with his wife. Choosing not to shoot Elizabeth wasn't something he wanted to do but he had to, he didn't want to admit it but Beth was right-- he was just thinking about what would happen if all of it tracked back to them. It was something he worried about constantly especially after having their daughter but he usually had a contingency plan and this time he didn't. At least not yet.

He didn't say anything to her in regards to what happened earlier, his work was his work and the home life he'd deal with at home. Rio checked his watch as he pulled into the driveway of his home, all lights were off except for the light radiating from the television in the living room. He softly smiled knowing Elora was probably awake watching a movie while his grandmother was asleep next to her. The driveway only held his car and her own, there was no site of YN's yet.

He decided to wait in his vehicle until she popped in, he scrolled through their messages. Nothing new. A few minutes later her headlights flashed in his side mirror, he opened his door and stepped out standing with his hands in his pockets. YN sighed stepping out of her car and wandering over to the trunk as if Rio's eyes weren't boring into her every move. The rustling of plastic was heard as she reached for some grocery bags.

"Need help?" He offered, but she ignored him and trudged past him. She unlocked the door leaving him in the dust. "Mommy!" Elora squealed. "Hi pumpkin, how was your day?"

"Great! But Grandma fell asleep again when we were watching Shrek."

Rio shook his head, just like he predicted. Elora turned her attention to her father, running straight into his arms. She was a daddy's girl there was no denying it. She held onto him as he sat her on his hip, and they followed YN into the kitchen. She noticed the big pot on the stove and silently celebrated the fact that her in-law cooked. "Did you get ice cream?" Her daughter asked enthusiastically. "I did, but it's soft. Think you can save it for tomorrow?" She pouted. "Okay,"

"You get anything for me?" He teased, "Mhm."

He rolled his eyes heading back into the living room to wake up the older woman, he had offered her to stay the night but she declined informing him that she had something going on at church the next day. He told her to call so they'd know she was safe and bid her goodnight. The air was still, the tension thicker than cold peanut butter. Elora was all clean and in fresh new pyjamas laying in her bed with a book in her hand, YN and Rio were only one bedroom over. She sat on the edge of their bed putting her bonnet on her head and moisturizing her body. "What did you want me to do baby?" He asked almost in a pleading voice, he hated when she gave him the silent treatment. "You already made your decision Rio."

He huffed. At work he was Rio, at home he was Christopher or baby, or honey, or even baby boy. "Why you lettin' business and jealousy mix mamas? I am yours, I been yours. You know I have no feelings for that bitch."

"Christopher I have told you over and over that this woman is going wait for the right time to turn you the fuck in and it seems like you don't want to hear me." She retaliated raising her voice a bit. "When Beth turns you in do you think it's just you that's getting fucked over? Everything we worked hard for will be gone! Elora won't have her parents anymore because you want to play Captain Save a Hoe. It seems like you're not thinking this time."

Rio clenched his fists. "You don't think I know that? I did that shit because I'm looking out for my family aight? You know I got a plan with all this."

Unbeknownst to them, their daughter stood behind the ajar door holding her stuffed Elephant tightly. She'd never heard such loud volumes from her parents and it was causing her to panic, her small mind suddenly drifting off to her best friend who recently informed her that her own parents weren't together anymore. Elora whimpered, she didn't want that for her family. "Why are you guys yelling?" Her soft voice spoke.

They both turned to the little girl, guilt read on their faces. "Are you guys getting divorced too?"

"Divorced? Baby, no one's getting divorced. Where's this coming from?" Her father asked motioning her to come inside, she was lifted off the floor and into her mother's arms as she sat on her lap. "Nia said her parents used to yell at each other too and now they live in separate homes. Are you guys going to live in separate homes?"

The string of questions crushed them, they never wanted their child or future children to think that about them. Yeah, they had little disagreements here and there but it wasn't enough to hate each other. "Ells, we are not Nia's parents okay? Some adults have disagreements that can't be solved but we always solve ours right?"

YN looked up at Rio, "Mama's right LoLo," He laid down on the bed to get closer to her. "You know how long it took me to make your mommy my wife? Too damn long. I'm not letting her go, trust me. I love her way too much, I love you even more and our family is not going to change."

The reassurance made her feel a bit better, the kiss on her head from her mom softened the blow. "Does that make you feel okay?" YN asked and she nodded. "Alright, bedtime booger," Elora whined. "I'm not a booger."

Rio laughed scooping her in his arms, "Yes you are. Say, goodnight mommy."

"Goodnight mommy."

"Night honey."

He winked at her and ran off with their child. She smiled sincerely hopping off the bed and grabbing their laundry basket, she'd do at least one load before she went to sleep. YN snuck off to the basement and into the laundry room.

Meanwhile, upstairs Rio had fallen asleep in his daughter's bed. A small shift from her turning around woke him, he glanced at the clock in her room it was almost midnight. He carefully slid out of the bed, tiptoed to the door and closed it going unnoticed. He walked down the hall stepping into their bedroom only to be greeted by its emptiness. He turned around and headed down the steps, he peeped inside the living room still no sign of his girl.

He ran down the basement steps to see his wife folding some laundry that had been forgotten in the dryer, her back was turned and she was unaware of his presence. She reached over grabbing another shirt to fold when she felt a sudden trail of fingers run up the sides of her thighs. His chest pressed against her back, the small friction he received was enough to make him grow.

His lips gently pressed against her neck. "You smell good." He mumbled. YN acted as if she was unphased by this but he caught on. "Don't be like that baby, you know you still love me."

She put down the shirt she was folding and turned around to face him, his hand resting on her lower back, pulling her as close as he could. Her hands rested on his face, "You need to listen to me." She poked. "I am." He answered looking down at her, all the love and joy he felt for her could be seen in his eyes. She hated that she couldn't stay mad at him, she could barely last one second, let alone one hour.

He leaned down planting a quick kiss on her lips before saying, "You know I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize you or Elora. I'll do everything to protect yall." 

"I know." She breathlessly replied feeling his lips ghost over hers, she leaned forward softly pressing their lips together, her hands cupping his cheeks pulling him in as close as possible. With no hesitation, Rio dropped his hands under her thighs lifting her off the floor and onto the table in the laundry room where she still had a pile of unfolded clothes. His hands explored her silky smooth skin while they fought feverishly through their kiss. She softly moaned feeling his clothed bulge against her bare clit, he caught on and repeated the action. "Rio... take them off, please." She begged using her feet to pull them down. He chuckled deciding to give her what she wanted. 

Her eyes glued on the hem of his boxers, her brown orbs followed them down to the ground and back up at his girth. She reached down carefully taking him into her hand, she gently tugged him closer to her heat, where she dripped for him. Ached for him, to stretch her out. She ran the tip between her lips, tapping it against her clit before sliding it down and guiding him inside. "Baby..." She whimpered, and he captured her in another kiss. They melted into each other, moaning between smooches until he was fully inside her cove. 

Rio pulled out and pushed back in, her eyes rolled, and he started thrusting agonizingly slow. Her head tipped back and he took the opportunity to connect his lips to her neck, sucking under her jaw as she cried out. "Christopheeeerr..." Lustfully dragging out his name. He covered her mouth whispering, "Do you want Elora to wake up?" 

She shook her head, giggling under his palm. With every hard stroke he gave her the table shook, she was sure it was going to break. YN's nails dug into his biceps, her legs locked around his waist, he could feel her thighs trembling. Her erotic moans went straight to his dick, his hips snapping against hers as he went harder, the sounds of bare skin slapping bounced off the walls. The two silently prayed it'd go unnoticed. 

Rio's hand glided its way up her torso, following the straight path to her neck, she held back a smile as his fingers gently wrapped around the column of her neck. 

He didn't necessarily want to choke her too hard, he just liked the view of it all. Her lips parted as her whimpers came out broken, her eyes closing in absolute pleasure and bliss. He leaned down, whispering sweet nothings to her-- about how much he loved her, how pretty she looked when she was like this. She finally uttered the words, "I'm cumming baby." He continued. Encouraging her to, "Cum all over this dick, mamas." 

YN's body stiffened as a wave of ecstasy washed over her, he smirked easing up on his strokes. "Oooh, yes daddy!" She whined. He delivered one more thrust burying himself in a deep spot, she convulsed around him, she was soaking. He kissed her forehead, down her nose bridge and finally her lips, suppressing her growing moans. Her mind drew a blank as he lay inside her seeping pussy, her constant convulsing around him was enough to bring him a bit closer to his own edge. "You love me?" He muttered. 

"Yes," YN replied. "You trust me enough to know I got us?" 

She nodded.

"Good. You'll always be my priority." 

I don't think yall understand how long this was in my drafts, I did not want to post it but I'm in my "fuck it" mood right now. if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic reblogs and comments are appreciated. I will be deleting some of my fics and rewriting them, some of them just don't feel right to me for some reason, so if you see something with a familiar title it's a re-write.

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All Yours

Jake Sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

notes: i don't even know how to properly use this app and I'm not a good writer I'm still learning. so expect grammatical errors and typos. i literally cannot do this i think about him every single second of the day.

neytiri doesn't exist here I'M SORRY i love her sm and i feel so bad but fr tho girl don't know what to do with all that Imao. sorry girl but you HAVE to share. and this is purely just smut so there's no specific background of the characters.

summary: In which Jake reminds you that he only belongs to you.

warnings: alcohol consumption, jealous reader, reader almost beating up some bitch, lack of using y/n cuz that shit turns me off, extremely soft!dom jake, shy reader, reader is drunk, sexual confessions, this is so filthy, oral fem!receiving, face-sitting, squirting, overstimulation, reader cries from pleasure, LOTS of fluff, praise kink, jake finds reader so adorable, extreme size kink, possessive behaviour but it's fluffy, they're just so in love, established relationship.

“If i ever hear you talking about my husband like that again, I'll cut this damn braid off that you're not gon' be able to think about any man ever in that dumb little brain of yours.”

Jake's eyes widen as everyone gasps. it hasn't even been five minutes since you left him with his warriors, saying you were gonna get drinks. he didn't even wanna come to this stupid party in the first place, but seeing you so excited for your friend's birthday and the fact that he can't let you be drunk out here all alone was enough reason for him to get along.

there you were, with your left hand tightly tugged around a girl's queue and your other hand pressing her wrists together on her back. you softly slam her head on the tree as you speak. the people can't do anything but watch since they all knew about your deep hatred for the girl for flirting with jake every chance she gets from the beginning.

normally you wouldn't care since this happens everyday. almost all of the pandora girls had their eyes on him since he arrived, even the mated ones. and you can't really blame them because you've been drooling over him too. but since you knew your feelings were reciprocated, the rest is history.

you, on the other hand, is no different. boys literally fight everyday to get a chance to court you. but then you and jake mated and no man ever dared to touch toruk macto's mate since jake always makes sure the whole clan knows that you're taken, that you belong to him. and now you guess it's your time to express that the olo'eyktan too, is yours and yours alone.

your eyes slightly red under the influence of alcohol as your thoughts go back to how she giggled talking about all the intimate positions she wants jake to put her in. well what she didn't know was that you and your mate had tried each and every single one of them already.

your ears perks up at your mate's voice calling your name and you turn to see jake walking fast towards you. he pulls you from the girl and checks your body for any bruises. your gaze softening as you look at his worried state but quickly turns into a frown when he apologizes to everyone for you and put his hand around your waist, proceeding to walk you home. but you don't say anything because of your lack of energy and the effect of alcohol making your knees weak as you hiss softly.

“are you okay, baby?” jake asks you now that you both are away from the crowd. your knees only getting weaker at his voice almost losing your balance. that goddamn pet name. and the way he says it so casually. his arm tightened around your waist as his other hand comes up to hold your tiny one at his side helping your body up. you feel hot at his touch and barely processed his question.

he hums looking at you who's completely looking down, too flustered to look at him, the pandora ground suddenly being interesting. no matter how much intimate you two have been, you can't help but be shy in these moments. eyes looking at his hand that's holding your tiny one. both of your hands would easily fit in his one palm. looking at those slender fingers reminds you of those nights when he showed you what they were able to do, what places they were able to reach.

your small steps suddenly stops as you remembered his question, “no.” you whisper just enough for him to hear, as you squeeze his hand. you take a deep breath and look up at him, and jake swears, he's never seen such an ethereal being as you and he still couldn't believe that you were his. he patiently waits as you try to speak but kept getting lost in his gaze.

“carry me.” you don't know what got into you as you say your words loud enough for him to hear, suddenly feeling the need to be closer to him. he doesn't hesitate as he proceed to pick you up in bridal style but you stop him and stand in front of him with his hands still around your waist. he gasps when you suddenly jump wrapping your legs around his waist. his hands immediately tighten around your hips to hold you up, afraid you might fall. “like this.” you say near his ear as his breath hitches feeling your own.

“but we're in public sweetheart,”

“and? we're not doing anything?”

you press yourself harder against him and bury your face into his neck. he starts walking and you can't help but notice how strong he is, again, carrying you like you weigh as a feather. you wonder how he felt when he saw your jealous state moments ago. did he find you hot and wanted to kiss you right there just like you did whenever he showed his possessive side? or did he just think that you're an insecure annoying bitch?

him on the other hand though, he sure as hell went with the first one. and he's gonna make sure you know that.

“you do know that I'm all yours right?” and he even dared to press a quick kiss on your shoulder after saying that, like a fucking cherry on top. you almost let a moan out as you unintentionally pressed the specific part of your body between your legs against his pelvic bone, your thighs slightly shaking at the friction. and that alone was enough for jake to know what was up.

he smiles as he gives more kisses on your shoulder and you whine when he starts pressing your body to his. his ears twitching when dick hardening moans of his name fell off your soft lips. “shh, we're here baby,” he walks past the entrance of the tent that you both share. he sits down on the mat and attempts to lift you off his lap before you straddle his thighs again. “no! stay.”

you swipe your thumb against his lips before eagerly kissing him. he returns the same energy, you both only stopping to take breaths. “gotta clean you up baby, aren't you tired?” he asks and you can only shake your head as you're too busy biting and kissing his neck, you smile when you feel his cock right under you. you're sure that your loincloth is soaked as you grind on him.

he feels like he might accidently fuck your brains out right here from the way you're grinding your cunt on his very much hardened dick. he can literally feel how wet you are from the way your slick's transferring through your loincloth to his own. and the way you're marking his body up isn't helping either. especially when he knows why you're doing it all considering usually, he's the one who does it. but he held back, letting you do whatever you want to him.

but when he notices you getting rougher with your ministrations, “are you in heat baby?” he jokes. and you stop momentarily to look him straight in the eyes, making sure to let him see your lust filled ones. “I'm always in heat for you jake,” little smooch to his lips before continuing, “just want you.” you pant against his lips as if you just ran a thousand miles. “want you so bad.” and you're back on his lips. and god it's turning you on even more that he's just under you, taking all that you give.

“you have me, sweet girl.” he says before pressing his lips to yours harshly. and that made you pull away looking at him taking deep breaths. you want him to know how fucking deep he got you in love with him. so you start, “Jake...”

“yeah?” he responds, all ready to hear you out, so ready to take whatever you're willing to give him. your grip on his shoulder tightens at the simple yeah, it's almost embarrassing that he knows the effect he has on you. must he really do this to you? for fuck's sake, you're willing to give him all of you, your heart, your mind, body and soul. hell, you would even die for him without thinking twice if it comes to any certain circumstances.

“you know, you are so beautiful, so so, so—” you emphasize each word, making sure he hears what you're saying. you can barely hear yourself as you struggle to speak. you feel like you're dreaming, and you wish to live in this dream forever. he encourages you, drawing tiny circles on your thigh with his thumb.

you cup his face in your hands and he leans into your touch. he smiles as he watches you adoringly tracing your fingers through each of his freckles. you fight the sudden urge to bite his lips until he bleeds into your mouth when you runs your thumb on his under lip, not that he'd mind.

“I love you, i love you. so, so much. it's too much sometimes I can barely feel myself, you're everywhere, I feel you everywhere, it's overwhelming.” your eyes are completely set on his lips and you know he's watching you, observing your every movement.

you throw yourself even closer to him, pressing your body impossibly hard to his own. “I want you close, always. I just want you to never leave me. I want you to hold me like this forever. I just—” your hands travel down to his chest, to his broad shoulders and to his thick and veiny arms, before coming down to his hands that are placed securely on your hips, thumbs grazing the dip of your waist.

you take one of his hands into your own, bringing it up between the two of your bodies. you wrap your small fingers to his pinky, admiring the difference before you place the large hand above your left breast, right where your heart beats for him.

Jake feels like he's the one who's drunk, he's never seen you this vulnerable before. it's not that he doesn't know about your feelings for him, you're literally the love of his life. your mind is connected to his own. even without making the bond, he can tell how you're feeling just by taking one look at your face. you're like an open book for him, so easy to read.

now looking at his hand, you took a deep breath before continuing, “when you're away and I'm home early, and I'm feeling—” you almost choke on your words and his smile only widen. you're so adorable, “needy? for me?” he coos. you nod shyly, “ye—yes, for you.” you stutter.

he hums, urging you to go on, and you do. “I try to do it like you do.” your voice now coming out slow and quiet. he always found your shy demeanour amusing, “do what? touch yourself?” he teases you even more when he sees that you started grinding down on his thigh, a movement so insignificant that only a person who's watching you as intense as jake can notice.

“hm-mhm, and it doesn't feel good, actually, it's nothing compared to what your fingers can do!” you whine, small fingers tightening their hold on his hand to show him what you mean, “and even if it does, I don't like it. I only want you to do it.” and jake curses internally.

“well it's a good thing you have me then.” with that, his hand slowly crawls out of your tiny palms to make their way between your legs. and your mind slowly goes insane as your arousal takes over your body. his hand disappears inside your loincloth before placing his thumb right on your clit directly, your body stiffening when he does so.

“it's all yours baby, I'm all yours. every part of my body belongs to you.”

“all mine?”

“yes, all yours.”

“all mine?” again. say it again.

“yes, baby. all yours. my fingers, my thighs, my mouth, my tongue, my heart and my cock. it's all yours, doll. I'm all yours.”

not a single sign of hesitation in his voice as he referred to all parts of his body that he let you use and own. he would repeat it all a million times and more if you wanted him to.

you thought you would last at least ten minutes before he makes you snap. “undress me.” you order before smacking your lips to his own. he was taken a back by your sudden demand but obliged nonetheless.

when you're fully naked, you try to lift yourself off of him so that you can submit to him and show him that you belong to him too. excitement rushing through your veins as you can't wait for him to dick you down like you're his personal whore.(you are).

that, was until he gently placed you back down on his lap. “I can't, I'm too tired.” he doesn't reply and instead, he lays himself down before moving you further up. what? and before you knew it, he somehow manhandled you into sitting on his stomach. what's happening? you thought he wanted you to ride him? but the next words that flew from his mouth made your jaw wide open.

“sit on my face.” he didn't have to say it. cocky bastard, you're so damn sure that he just wanted to get a reaction out of you. he can literally make your body move however he wants. he could've just sat you down on his face if he so desperately wants it, but no. he just had to say it, with such a seductive voice that it made your body filled with need.

the mere sound of him saying it was enough to make blood rush into your cheeks. it was just so lewd and tainted, both of your palms come up to cover your face while jake chuckles at the sight. you can lie and say that you don't wanna do it, but your body is already giving in. he can feel your wetness literally dripping down on his abs.

“I can't. I'll crush you.” your voice so small and fragile, full of uncertainty, and it only fuels him to prove you wrong.

“I'd like to see you try.” he says with a smug face. the act wasn't unfamiliar to you, Jake has eaten you out plenty of times before. it's just the position. you don't know how'd he even come up with that, you can only guess it's some sort of sky people stuff.

“c'mon baby, up. want you on my tongue baby, please.” there he is, he knows you'll eventually give in. he knows you'd do anything he asks and now, he's asking—no, more like begging to pleasure you? fuck, one must be fucking mentally insane to not want jake sully's face between their thighs.

you find yourself fantasizing about it even though your mate is literally waiting under you to make your fantasy come true. you both haven't been giving that much time into foreplay lately, though jake always insists on getting you ready for his cock with his fingers stretching you out. so eager to just feel each other, considering you both being busy with your duties all day.

but when you do it though, you both get so into it, especially jake. he makes it feel like it was the actual sex. you would beg for his cock and eventually give up, knowing he wouldn't stop until he's fully satisfied. so many nights, he's fingered you to sleep, keeping them inside your warm walls for the whole night, you'd wake up so guilty that you passed out on him without having him inside you. but he would quickly get you out of your thoughts, curling his calloused fingers inside you, still soaked with your cum, “morning, princess.”

but you can't blame him, you're just too beautiful. it arouses him, to watch you fall apart for him from the simplest touches. going down on you has always been one of his most favourite activities to do. sometimes he feels like he doesn't even need to fuck you. he could easily get off just from eating you out without touching himself.

he loves it. the way you'd desperately grab his hair and rut onto his face as he does everything in his power to get you off the edge. pushing his face into you as deep as he can, your slippery entrance swallowing his tongue inside, nose putting just the right amount of pressure onto your clit. these are moments where he gets the privilege of drowning in you. he can see you, hear you, smell you, taste you.

while you were distracted, he's already moved you up to his face, legs spreading on either side of his head, it's only when you feel him kissing your sticky clit, that you notice everything. your hips moves away almost immediately, it feels so lewd. but you can't go far of course, with the way his hands are gripping your hips, keeping you in place.

and Jake being the best mate he is, realized he's going too fast. so he takes his sweet time teasing you, trailing sloppy kisses closer to your core. his nips and licks at your arousal that are dripping down your thighs. “shh it's okay, i promise.” his eyes drinking up the way you pussy glistens and clenches around nothing as he smirks against your inner thighs. he knows you'll be begging to get his tongue inside you within minutes.

when he feels you getting relaxed, “that's my girl.” that was all he said before he hungrily nudges his nose against your swollen bud, taking a deep sniff of your arousal. his eyes are tightly shut when he smells your sweet scent. he takes the pink muscle out of his mouth before tracing the length of your cunt with it.

he starts to roll your hips on his face causing deep moans to come out from the both of you. the way he eats you is so, slow and sensual, as if you're the most expensive dish in the world. he takes his time with you, and it makes you feel even more frustrated. he rocks you against his face, tongue eagerly lapping up the essence coming out of you. “taste so sweet.” Jake mumbles, pressing a long kiss to your clit earning a loud breathy moan out of you.

his grip on your hips loosens from time to time willing to let you take control. he needs to keep his hands on you to not touch himself, it was supposed to be about you and he's making sure it stays that way. eyes tightly shut as he tries his best to ignore the ache between his own legs and he's not gonna lie, his cock is now so sensitive that he's sure the slightest touch against it would instantly make him cum, you just taste that good for him. but he ignores it, his full concentration only on you as his brows furrowed, focusing on your release.

but you can't. the moment you realize he's not guiding you anymore, you're lost. you're completely lost, your hips losing rhythm as your built-up orgasm is rudely interrupted by no other but you. you know he just wanted to let you know that you have complete control over him, that you can ride and use his face however you want.

it's not the same doing it all on your own. usually, you wouldn't even know anything, mind blank as you just lay on your back, letting him do all the work because you knew he'd take care of you. and he does. but now that you are the one who's doing it, it doesn't feel the same. it doesn't feel good.

so you just can't help but writhe above him not knowing what to do, your dripping cunt hovering above him now, ready to get up. your lover figures you just needed a break so he slowly hums against you leaving trailing kisses on your thighs. you can't even talk because of how frustrated you are, so you use your actions instead.

with shaky hands, you slowly catches his hands that are threatening to crawl away and place them back on your hips, right where they belong. “please...” was all you could mutter before he realised what you wanted. he raised his head enough to reach your pussy and pressed a soft kiss on your clit. he smiles against you, god she's gonna be the death of me. your actions arouse him even more, letting him know that you want him to make you feel good, you want him to do it however he wants and you'll take it without a single complaint.

“I love you.” he mumbles into your pussy, before slowly sinking you down back on his face. you jolt as he kisses your cunt slowly as if he's trying to savour every moment. and the truth is, he is, he doesn't want this to end ever. he knows you wouldn't have agreed to do this if you were sober, too shy. but god he wishes you were drunk all the time so that he can be smothered between your thighs, eating his favourite meal all the fucking time.

he kisses your labia the same exact way he kisses your lips, pulling at it before exploring your folds with his tongue. the wet sounds of him kissing your clit and muttering things to it makes your head spin. “so pretty,” smooch “so good...” smooch “doing so good for me.” followed by his loud moans sending electricity right through your cunt.

when your moans get louder, he uses the tip of his tongue to tease your hole pushing it in slightly before pulling it out, leaving your cunt to clench around nothing. he feels you move above him trying to get his tongue inside you. he chuckles as he looks up at you to see his favourite sight. eyes tightly shut as you grind down on his mouth using the guidance of his hands.

and that's when he suddenly stops. your eyes cracked open, immediately looking down to see if he's hurt. “I-I'm sorry, are you hurt?” your folds hovering his face once again. and you were met with an unreadable expression of your mate before he pushes your knees up, putting you into a squatting position above his face. no way. “keep your eyes on me. I need you to look at me while i pleasure you yeah?”

and with that, he sticked his tongue out and quite literally slammed you down on his face causing the pink wet muscle to slide inside your hole, earning a loud moan from you at the sudden penetration of his tongue. you unconsciously try to pull away, the pleasure being too much for you. but he only pulls you back down making a wet slapping sound.

you obeyed his command and kept your eyes on his that are looking straight at you, half of his face buried under the weight of your cunt. he bounces you on his face and twirls his tongue inside you. at this point you don't even care anymore because it felt unbelievably good. your legs were spread wide for his face to settle in between, it fits so well. jake thinks this is right where he belongs and he wishes to stay like this forever.

you moan his name as he moves you up and down, smearing your arousal that keeps oozing out of you on his face. he sticks his tongue as deep as he could before pressing his face into you, nose nudging against your bud. he works two jobs between fucking you with tongue and sucking the life out of you from your clit.

it doesn't take you long before you are trembling above him, chanting his name like a prayer. you would've lost your balance long ago if it wasn't for his strong hold around your thighs. he focuses on your clit, flicking the sensitive button with the tip of his tongue before taking it into his mouth to suck.

he presses his tongue flat against your sore pussy before he shakes his head side to side, the movement being hard and fast to give you that pleasurable vibrating friction. soon, he feels you lose it, hands coming to his hair to pull at it, hard. hips desperately trying to move away from his unresting mouth, indicating him that you're about to reach your high.

final and the loudest scream of his name fall from your lips before you completely and utterly lose it. you're sure the whole world of pandora heard you, but you both couldn't give a fuck less about that. in fact, jake's proud of it. he feels your cunt dripping into his mouth and he pulls away just for a millisecond.

“yes baby. such a good girl, gushin' into my mouth oh—” he cuts himself off, lapping up the mixture of your slick and his spit that streams out of you. your lover moans into you, dipping his tongue into you once again, to get more of your sticky liquid. his hand coming up to rest on your stomach, thumb lazily drawing circles on your slick coated clit. he knows you're sensitive but he wants more.

he still tries though, fucking into you slow with his tongue, helping you through your orgasm, hands patting your thighs for comfort. you wait for him to stop so you can get off, but he doesn't. his hold on you only getting tighter as he spreads your thighs even wider. his chin comfortably tucked between your ass cheeks from how deep he's pushing his face into your cunt.

he keeps you plugged full with his tongue, letting you ride it as if it were his fat cock, causing your slick to drip down his tongue directly into his mouth as he gulp the sweet essence down his throat.

you feel like you might die, you thought it was gonna be like a one time thing. you hear him hiss for a moment before he's tugging your legs to his arms. hands holding the underside of your thighs, and then he lifts you off of the bed. you can barely feel your toes touching the mat, your whole body weight on him as he finally reaches his goal by making you actually sit on his face.

your ass resting on his chin as he impatiently buries his face into your warm cave. you want to squirm away and just stop everything because never once in your years of living, did you ever think about actually sitting on someone's face, specifically jake sully's. but you knew better than to move, too afraid that you might hurt him. and even if you tried, he would just yank you back down to where he wants, anyway.

even though you are on top, you don't have much control over this. well, he tried to let you, but you both knew that you've always preferred his way of doing things. tears are starting to form in your eyes from the overstimulation, but you love it.

you love the way his face fits between your legs just right, mouth pressed to your pussy like a human on pandora with an oxygen mask. you would laugh if you weren't just as desperate, with the way he's acting like he might die if he stops, groaning loudly when you try to push his face away, even if just for a second.

you look down to see if he's comfortable but when you did, he's not even looking at you anymore. eyes tightly shut in concentration as he drinks up your slick. it's almost like he's enjoying this more than you are. he rocks you hard against his face, using every muscle to stimulate your core to death.

even though you're a little concerned, this was no surprise to you. Jake has always been wild when it comes to sex. you'd known that since the first memorable night you two had shared. he never even let you spend your heats alone. and for that reason, you rarely touched yourself but mostly because you never felt the need to. he always kept you full and satisfied, even had his little inside joke that he's gonna need his wheelchair back, not for him, but for you.

my jake's so mesmerising, you think. it was a sight, seeing such a pretty face coated and smeared with your arousal. it boosts your ego, seeing a powerful man that so many people bow down to, between your thighs with you sitting on his face, worshipping you like a goddess, so desperate to pleasure you.

and just like that, he coaxes three more orgasms out of you in just a tiny amount of time that it's almost embarrassing.

your throat is sore just like your little clit that's still in jake's mouth. you're sure that he must be hurting too, he didn't even do anything or let you do anything to get him off. he just lets himself suffer and you don't know how on earth is he able to be still so collected, acting like he doesn't have a very angry dick to calm.

even though you can barely open your eyes, tears streaming down your face, thin coat of sweat covering your skin, panting like a dog with your tongue rolled out, you love what's happening, though you'd never say it out loud.

before you know it, two thick slender fingers are plunging into you, making you scream. “c-can't 'nymore! too much. too much!” you can't even form proper words because of the tongue, that is now relentlessly working on your sensitive and overstimulated clit. the way he's fingering you isn't what he normally goes for, it's hard and rough, almost like he's chasing for something.

he watches your hole welcomingly sucking his digits in. “I know, i know. just give me one more baby, just one more then we'll be done.” Jake once again gets you to obey. you feel so small above him as you chant, Jake. Jake!

“Jake! something's coming! I—” he hopes it's what he thinks it is. “shh, let it go baby, I'm right here. I'm gonna take care of you.” and you do just that. and it happens. he feels your whole body shake and your thighs pressing together above his face before he splitting them open again, not wanting to miss the sight he's been dying to see.

jake watches in awe as the clear liquid squirts out of you, pushing his fingers out from how powerful it was. eyes widening as you pour on his face and rolling down his neck and chest. some of it even getting into his mouth, letting him taste your immense amount of pleasure.

he traps your sore clit into the gap of his two fingers and he shakes it as the remaining juices sprays onto his face. and jake fucking whimpers into you as if he's the one who's being pleasured. "so good for me, fuck, yeah just like that. so sweet." your small body shaking and writhing above him was such a pleasing sight. and he's still shocked by the fact that it was all because of him.

he keeps you firm on his face, tongue slowly licking your sore pussy still, making sure you fully rode out your orgasm. he looks up at you just to see your pained expression, you're crying. what the fuck. he lifts you gently off his face, sitting you back down on his lap.

you let a whine out from the friction when the bulge from his crotch touches your sensitive button, which he backs off when he realises. he panics when he sees that you still haven't opened your eyes. “hey, hey! baby...” you smile like an idiot when you hear the familiar sweet like honey voice.

“look at me?” he pleads.

your eyes slowly open but you still keep your head down, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes after what you just did as you mumble a few sorrys' and sob through whatever you were saying, still too fucked up to process anything. but jake wasn't having it. so he starts “look at me,” grabbing your chin up to make eye contact. “you did so good, such a good girl for me. I'm so fucking proud of you. I love you baby, you were so fucking hot you know that?”

now, his voice is clear, you're sobering up, as if he'd just sucked all the alcohol out of your cunt. he reaches for the bowl full of water on the side of the bed and brings it near your lips, giving you no other choice but to drink.

your gaze finally lands on his face and Jake almost let a giggle out from how you completely dipped your head back down. well, how can you not when his face was completely soaked with your cum, your arousal dripping down his face like sweat. he spares you, rubbing your slick off his face with his forearm.

you're sobering up. god, what do i do? a million thoughts runs into your head, eywa please. the way he's looking at you as if you're the only woman to exist in the whole universe, it's not fair, please stop. you beg.

shoving your thoughts away, you lean in. your eyes trailing down to his body, landing on his loincloth, fully soaked with his- wow did he just? you catch a glint of shyness on his face. you tug at his bottom, seeing that he's still rock hard. “no, I'm okay. you need to sleep.” so what? that was it?

“I don't wanna sleep.” you glare, continuing to untie the string on his loincloth.

“princess, you don't have to.” he insists. bringing your hands back in front of his face before pressing kisses on each knuckle. he scoops you up as if you're some doll and lays you down. you don't wanna lie, of course you're tired. but you at least need to feel him, so you try. you pull him by the neck so that he falls on top of you.

“you said you're all mine...” you pout and jake's eyes soften.

“I came just from eating your sweet cunt baby,” you slam your eyes shut from his words. god why? he's so shameless with it too.

“completely untouched.” it makes your stomach filled with guilt as much as it fills you with butterflies.

he buries his face into your neck, which had become his comfort place on your body. you notice that he does it often, whenever he's tired, upset or frustrated. he heavily breathes into your skin as if he's holding back, you know he is. his cock is still hard and you are still wet. you need to feel him, feel his body, feel his soul.

so instead of talking, you quickly tug your longest and the thickest braid before grabbing his own. bringing the ends together, you catch how messy his nerves are moving, revealing the state of his mind. they immediately recognise yours as they rush to tug at each other.

jake's eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of you in his head. he can never resist you, not when he can feel you, not when he can feel the way you yearn for him, the way you beg for him, the way your mind is filled with nothing but him. you didn't give him a chance to prepare, your being taking over his head, he needs a moment.

“inside, want you inside.” before giving him a chance to deny your desire, your hands quickly work to untie the strings on his loincloth while he's was still processing all your thoughts in your head through the bond. it's all too much for him, it always is. whenever you both make tsaheylu, the mere need you feel for him amazes him, makes him wonder just how someone could love him this much.

with his head still buried in the crook of your neck, he feels your fingers wrap around his girth, earning a whimper from him. “you said this is mine too...” you softly say with a frown. “yes fuck yes, it is baby.” you align his length with your entrance, “then please.”

who the fuck is he to deny?

wow now THAT was something 😋

tell me if y'all want a part 2

[pluto-supremacy]

Can I add to the Hobie dating an autistic person ideas based on my experiences? I'm autistic, my girlfriend isn't but neither of us would be shocked if she was.

Hobie understands that he has to be ultra specific when asking or explaining something to you. He can't be vague about it and say something will take a while, he knows you prefer a specific time.

He finds your stimming cute as fuck, but he's learned quickly to step out the way when you do stim lest he wants to be in the line of fire and accidentally get hit.

Same applies with hands. You gesture a lot with your hands and it gets more animated and crazy when you're excited and you wave then about. The cutest shit ever, not so much when you're eating or prepping food and you have a knife in your hand. A gentle reminder that its okay to stim, but maybe not with a knife or something stabby or fragile in your hand is all that's needed.

Yes, you and Hobie are on the same page 99 percent of the time, but occasionally there'll be miscommunication and what he says and means will be different to what you thought it meant. This is based on me and my girlfriend a few weeks ago. I suggested we "chill out" in her room, hoping she gets the hint. We go to her room and literally chill out whilst watching Bluey. Many laughs and kisses after, it was adorable

Hobie Brown Drabble: cooking rambles with a gn!autistic!reader

➼ I absolutely love these additions to the headcanons! I also talk a lot with my hands and at work and when I’m cooking that includes gesturing with very sharp knives, so- yeah I’m forcing that on our beloved gn!reader. Enjoy this little Drabble based on some of your lovely additions!

➼ I swear I did try my best on the accent-

➼ Sorry that this took a bit longer than I promised! Work has been kicking my ass

➼ No beta we die like uncle Aaron

➼ No warnings! Just fluff here

GIF doesn't belong to me! All credits to the original owner

You treasured nights like these, nights when Hobie wasn’t needed back at Spider HQ. Or just decided not to go. Either way, you enjoyed just being able to lounge around in your shared flat together, bitch about coworkers, turn on a cheesy movie, or your favorite: cook together. Nothing beat a homemade meal in Hobie’s opinion, he just…wasn’t the best at cooking. Wasn’t terrible either, more middle of the road, so he usually stuck to stirring and prepping the vegetables.

Tonight’s menu was grilled cheeses and tomato soup, some nice comfort food. Hobie was buttering up the pan for the sandwiches while you were chopping up some onions, going on about your day. “So then I’m at the counter just trying to ring up her order. Something complicated because of course she just couldn’t have the drinks how they come, each has at least three modifications” you rambled on. You always talked with your hands, gesturing wildly that you sometimes hit people. This was no different.

Apart from the fact that this time you had a knife in your hands.

“Like she wanted no whip on this one, double whip on that one, sprinkles on the other other one” you listed off, tapping the tip of the blade against your fingers without a second thought. Hobie was of course listening, but he had his back turned. At least it was until his Spidey-sense went off. But what could be causing danger-?

Cue you still gesturing with the knife, none the wiser that Hobie, who was once by the stove, had webbed up onto the ceiling and was standing there like a bat. Your eyes had been trained down as you went on. “I was losing my mind! I wanted to scream!” You raised your hands in frustration, and when you lowered them, the knife was gone and in its place? A wooden spoon. “What-?”

“Sorry luv, but I can’t ‘ave you swingin’ that ‘round. Can’t ‘ford a trip to the hospi’al” Hobie said, still hanging upside down on the ceiling but now with your stolen knife in hand. “I fancy ya a bi’ too much to let you ‘urt yourself.”

You could only laugh, setting the spoon down as Hobie finally jumped off of the ceiling, spinning around to land on his feet. “I didn’t even realize I was doing it” you replied, holding your hand out to get the knife back. He shot you a mock skeptical look before handing it back over, now sitting on the counter. “‘S alright swee’heart. Now watch where you’re cu’ing. I wan’ you ta keep all your fingers” he hummed out lowly, watching you get back to work. He always loved watching you talk with your hands and when you would stim, sometimes he just needed to step in to keep everyone safe. Anything for his luv.

[credince--writes]

Knuckles

At the end of the day, who doesn't like to bet on losing dogs?

She let out a breath that she didn't really recognize that she was holding.

The team was home safe, but they were 'home' for real this time, the mission was a success. Intel had been secured, and everyone made it out in one piece with very minor injuries.

Without much thanks to Miles.

It was time for a debrief of the mission, and afterward, the team would be released to something akin to a kindergartners recess.

Free time.

"Can someone elaborate on what the fuck happened with triggering the security protocol?" Gulch questions the two in front of the other men in the room.

"I'm sorry L.T. You know I'm not comfortable working around distractions, additional liabilities."

Did he really just do that? This.

This...

This bastard.

Her jaw tightened and she ever so slightly tilted her head over to look at him, deciding to keep her mouth shut. She saw as she shot her a side glace, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Smug prick.

Gulch eyed them up and down, staying quiet for a moment. "I'll be expecting an incident report."

After a few more closing statements, the meeting had ended and people began to quickly filter out of the room.

"Jitters." She heard Price call her name.

Almost as if he was a school child, Miles pushed past her and mumbled a subtle "oooo, Someone's in trouble."

"Yes, Captain?" She looks back and asks, shifting her body to walk back over to him.

"Good work today. Enjoy your night." He smiles and then gives her a nod.

She nods back before leaving the room, trying to ignore the swelling sense of pride rising in her gut.

...

The warehouse was full, and people celebrating the victory achieved today. She navigated her way through the people, trying to find Gaz. He had never returned the buzzer (which she quickly renamed from vibrator). Seeing him sitting on a crate, she set her target on him, and soon enough she was behind him. She didn't seem to catch his attention when she came up behind him.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat.

Gaz sat with some men from around the base, Soap across from him taking a generous swig from the bottle he held in his hand. Turning to look at her, giving a little surprised flicker on his face. "Oh, Jitters, what's up?"

"I uh, I need the thing." She says, slightly unsure of herself and her presence in front of the group, who were now staring at her in silence.

"Thing?" Gaz echoed.

"Yea." She lifted her arm and tapped her wrist twice.

"You should come up with a better name for it, dontcha' think?"

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. "Yea. I know. Don't remind me."

"I already gave it back, Miles got it from me a bit ago. Sorry, I forgot to bring it back to the armory."

Jitters eye twitched.

It didn't belong in the God Damn armory.

It was hers.

Miles had no reason- no authority to be picking up her shit.

"Alright, sorry about that. Thanks." She responded, trying to keep her voice eve but it came out as a stiff remark, obviously hiding tension in her throat as she left them in search of Miles.

Over here?

No.

Over there?

No.

Oh wait, he's over there.

He was sitting with a few Sargents- natives to the base essentially.

"Miles." Jitters states. "Give it back."

He shoots her a confused glance. "What are you going on about now?"

"Dude, just give it back." She sighs, tapping her foot.

"I don't have whatever you're going after, stop being such a bitch." he bites back."

Jitters sighs, then lift her arm and taps a button on her wrist. Two seconds drift by before a

'ping..... ping..... ping.....'

starts to emanate from his pocket.

Jitters sigh, reaching out her hand expecting him to give up and just set it in her hand.

But he doesn't.

"Are you calling me a liar?" Mile accuses. "Don't forget I'm technically your superior. Now go on and fuck off."

Standing there, not backing down glaring into his eyes she's thrown back to the experiences she's had with the man.

She'd be sitting at her desk, typing away on some paperwork, or a file, or something decently important when Miles would stroll by and shut her laptop.

Every time she would find her shit upturned and spread all over the room.

The time her sleeping bag was full of garbage.

All of the incidents where she kept her mouth shut, she just kept dealing with it. Was it because she was fine with it?

No.

It was mainly because she was scared.

Scared of what would happen is Laswell decided she was too much of a pain in the ass to deal with.

Not worth the hassle.

"Are you gonna leave, or are you gonna stand there and keep looking at me like a moron?" Miles asks her.

"Give it back." She says again, voice slightly cracking this time.

"Or what? You'll go cry to Gulch?"

Her teeth clench against each other, and she can feel the pressure on her cheeks. "I'm not the one who goes bitching and crying whenever their feelings get hurt Inch." She emphasized that word and made sure it really stuck him in the side.

Inch wasn't something he had been called in a while, and she didn't ever get to hear him refer to it except for once. A task force had come in with Miles after being somewhere decently exotic for a few weeks. Apparently, on his trip, he had acquired a fairly exotic disease, not noticing until he was back to base where the resident doctor had let it slip, jokingly referring to him as 'Inch'. The name stuck, and it took quite a while for him to live it down, she imagined it was still a decently fresh wound.

And she just ripped the scab off.

Before she could really register what happened she was sliding back on her ass onto the cold cement, everything starting to get fuzzy as she looked up and saw Miles above her screaming.

Suddenly cheering was all around her.

"Uppies are out!"

"We gonna have a pit?"

"Pit!"

"Pit!"

"Money's on Inch!"

Looking around, suddenly feeling too many eyes on her.

Gaz shot Soap a glance, looking to the men around them cheering on for a Pit. "The bloody hell is a pit?" Soap asks.

A man leaned down a big grin on his face.

"When Gulch leaves base to go drinking with the Captain brought in for a task force, if anyone gets into a fight while we are celebrating we get a Pit. It's like gambling- kinda- but more fun." The man is all but radiating in excitement.

The man next to Gaz chimes in. "We make a big circle and they beat the shit outta' each other until someone yields or the L.T. gets back."

Piquing their interest, they stood up and walked up to the circle forming in the center of the room. If you were rooting for one side, you'd stand on the right, another, on the left. A solider had already taken it upon themselves to begin collecting bets, cash in both of his hands while he called out.

Jitters head was reeling, primarily from the amount of noise- hands grabbing her by the backs of her arms and dragging her into the forming circle in the center of the warehouse.

She had only ever been around for one Pit, and it was a fistfight ending in blood splattered on the cement floor.

Bloodied knuckles.

She felt like a dog getting let loose into a dog fight- but she didn't want to fight. Miles started this.

"I don't wanna fight." Jitters tries to yell, but it is no use.

As soon as she gains her footing hands push her from behind sending her stumbling forward into Miles who is ready, arm pulled back and punching her in the gut.

"You're such a stupid bitch!" He yells, the cheering around them drowning out her senses.

When he hits her in the face, it feels almost like when she was a kid, in a pillow fight. He head cocks back up at him, staring wide at him like a deer in headlights.

But that isn't fun to watch. It's just watching their slightly overweight tech beat on a little girl.

"Fight that fucker!" someone yells in the crowd.

And just like that, she's sucked back into her own head.

"Fight that fucker!" She's little- she's in the schoolyard. She's kneeling in the grass looking up at her bully as he gets ready to land another hit on her.

Kids surrounded her, yelling similar things.

But that's what Miles is, isn't it?

He's just a big bully.

Jitters blinks, and she's back in the present. But it's kinda like everything is moving in slow motion as she comes more attuned to her surroundings. He's shifting his weight forward, pushing forward to attack again. Her body weight pushed off of her toes and she springs forward, catching one of Miles' legs and sending him toppling to the ground.

But just as she begins she starts to rethink her actions. She shifts his weight and rolls on top of her, pinning her down by her shoulder and lopping another punch down onto her face. It still doesn't feel like the sharp pain she assumed it would be like.

It's dull.

Like a thump.

The pillow hit her head. The connection throws her head sideways. She never had any proper training on how to fight, she was never supposed to be in combat.

Shit, she wasn't even supposed to be here.

But if fighting in the schoolyard taught her anything, it was how to fight dirty.

And she could fight dirty well.

"You're constantly in my way, and you get brought on here for no fucking reason." Miles hisses.

She pushed her hand up quickly, nailing him in the nose. Just as quickly as his body began to pull back her other hand grabbed hold on his ear and pulled as hard as he could.

Miles let out a strangled cry and began to roll to the side, Jitters moving with him and quickly establishing her place on top. Lifting her hand up as if it was instinct and bringing her hand up, closing the fist and bringing it down onto his face.

Her hand let out a cry of protest, but the demand was quickly filed away somewhere in the back of her head. She hit him, again.

And again.

"Come on- you can't take a hit?" Jitters hisses.

And again.

"You fuckin' pussy."

And Again.

"I'm here because you fuck."

And Again.

"Everything."

And Again.

"Up."

His head was lax against the floor. Pushing off of his chest she stepped backward, slightly stumbling.

Miles looked up at hear, spreading his arm out behind him trying to grasp some sort of leverage.

"Come on then!' She yelled, voice rough and cracking.

"Fight me! Act like a man!"

"Get up pussy!"

He got onto his knees, and just as soon as he got up she stepped forward, cranking her hand back and launching it across his face again.

"Get up!" She yelled again.

Maybe it was to spite her, or the blood pounding in her ears didn't hear the sound of the door opening, Gulch, and Price stepping into the scene before them.

Jitters standing over a hunched-over Miles, a circle of now silent soldiers surrounding them. A soldier stuffing bills of cash into his jacket, trying to not look as blatantly obvious as he was now. Gulch could bring a room's temperature down ten degrees, it would seem. As soon as the hot breaths of the soldiers yelling ceased, the room fell into a uncomfortable, cold, silence.

"Clean this mess up." Gulch says calmly.

Too calmly.

The kind of calm that leaves prickles on your skin.

That makes your hair raise.

Jitters it heaving, trying to get as much oxygen into her lungs as possible, trying to make up for the difference.

"Don't get off of them until you're fuckin' pulled off."

That's what her dad used to say.

And if she was gonna listen to one thing,

it would've been that.

Lunging forward again, she gripped him by the shirt and swing her hand down.

Again.

And Again-

Until she felt a hand grip her upper arm and pull her backward, securing an arm around her torso and pulling her back.

It was Gaz.

"Hey. Calm down." He spoke calmly into her ear. "You're gonna have to calm down."

Almost as soon as she stopped swinging her arms she could feel the passage of her nose tighten up- her chest start to hitch and the feeling of hot tears rip their path across her face.

Setting her down, she shot Gaz a defeated glance and then met the gaze of Gulch. A cold hardened stare. One that said,

'my office.'

'Now.'

Her shoulders sunk, Miles scampering up and being drug off somewhere. She made her way into Gulches' office, and too her surprise Price followed with.

Great, now she was going to get chewed out by two men.

Once the two men settled, all that could be heard in the room was the sniffles and chokes radiating off of Jitters.

"Stop crying." Gulch said.

"C-Can't." She choked out, trying to calm her breathing.

"Figure it out. I'm not talking to you until you can be an adult."

And he did wait. Five grueling, silent minutes of Jitters pulling herself together.

Wiping the tears from her face and wincing at the pain.

"Ok.." She mumbled. "I'm ok."

Gulch nodded.

"That was unacceptable."

She nodded.

"Irresponsible."

"Disappointing."

Ouch, that one hurt.

"But I can't say I blame you." His voice softened slightly.

Her shoulders shuddered.

"You're gonna tell Laswell."

Something in Gulch's eyes softened.

Pity.

Hidden behind a hardened layer, it was clear as day.

"Yes." He stated.

"And I'm gonna get sent back." She choked out.

"Yes."

"Unless." Price says, breaking his silence. His face was unreadable. She couldn't see past his wall, wasn't familiar enough.

It was like a thick fogged layer of glass.

But it was dark inside, and she couldn't even make out the shapes or colors.

"Unless." Gulch agrees.

Her eyes look up, a strand of hope dangled in front of her, looking back and forth from Price to Gulch.

"You tell me exactly how you ended up here, and you promise you'll keep my teams back like you did for us last time."

She stared at him in a dumbfounded awe.

"And I'll watch you back." Price concluded.

[justafriendlystranger]

I'm loser baby~ (sweet carnage)

"you're a loser baby~ a loser but just maybe-"

"If we eat shit together things will end up differently,,"

"It's time to lose your self loathing, excuse yourself. Let hope in."

"Baby play your card, be who you are. A "loser" just like me~"

I just watched the new hazbin hotel and I LOVE HUSK AND ANGEL DUST'S DYNAMIC!!! QAQ <,333 Their song really reminds me of one of my favorite ships Meztli x Trickster!! because think about it! imagine the scene going like this:

Trickster is feeling rather down because of who she is, (as I recall, BP said Trickster hates killers right? and she's a killer herself so doesn't that mean she hates herself? idk it's just a theory... A GAME- nah just kidding anyway!! back to the story) and Meztli finding it rather annoying that one of he's favorite people to mess around with is not giving him the reaction he wanted because she's pitying herself, decided to "cheer" her up with this song!

"so things look bad and your back's against the wall.. your whole existence seems so fucking hopeless."

"You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall,, can't face the world sober and dopeless."

"you've lost your way, ya think your life's a wrecked."

and then hit her with the-

"well, let me just say... you're correct."

"wait, what??"

"you're a loser baby, a loser goddamn baby."

"your a fucked up little whiny bitch" he says with a smirk, taunting her.

"Hey!"

"you're a loser just like me." "Thanks.. you idiot."

"you're a screw's loose boozer, An only one-star-reviews-er."

>:0

"you're a power bottom at rock bottom but you got company~"

I know meztli wouldn't say this because he has the absolute most confidence in himself, and saying he's a loser is sooo unlikely but if it cheers up his girly and stop her with this sad and pathetic reason she's in. he'll stoop down to her level so he could mess with her again ;)

plus I think he's going to be the one convincing trickster "hey you're a killer and strong just like me, we can make people grovel at our feet so have the confidence like that too. It's pathetic seeing you like this and I'm not going to fight someone as strong as me but is being an emo."

plus the line in the song:

"there was a time I thought that no one could relate.. to the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged..."

"but lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight~"

"we're all living in the same shit sandwich."

"I tried to kill my friends a couple of times.." trickster said looking disappointed at herself.

"Hahah!" and you think that makes you unique? (literally has done the same thing and even succeeded) get outta here man."

"were both losers baby, we're losers it's ok to be a-"

"messed up psychopathic freak?"

"baby that's fine by me~"

"I'm a loser honey, A schmoozer and a dummy-"

"but at least I know I'm not alone~!"

"you're a loser-"

"just like me."

I think Meztli means 'killer' in the word 'loser' but he knows trickster hates that word so he instead use this =)) plss take a listen to this song and picture them together!!!! QAQ <,3333!! god I'm craving to write/see a story for these two TwT

~~~

Meztli belongs to @aesopsbaby !

and Trickster belongs to @boiling-potato !

[hvartofglass]

𝗕𝗔𝗘  𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗛𝗘𝗘  𝗛𝗔𝗦  𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥  𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡  𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗡  𝗧𝗢  𝗕𝗘  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗦𝗧.  no,  that  title  solely  belongs  to  her  boyfriend  ;  noh  hyungseo,  a  man  who  had  always  sat  perched  upon  the  pinnacle  heights  of  rank  and  hierarchy.  so  utterly  shameless  and  profound  ⸻  hyungseo  had  always  carried  a  heartless  approach  to  his  own  confidence.  some  say  he  was  too  fearless,  and  some  say  he  was  too  ruthless.  yunhee  knows  that  he  was  both,  as  his  arrogance  was  insurmountable  and  his  stubbornness  was  as  indomitable  as  the  cement.  she  swears  this  hubris  of  his  will  someday  get  him  killed. it  unnerved  her  how  hyungseo's  behavior  was  becoming  more  reckless  and  careless  lately.  there's  no  doubt  he  thought  himself  to  be  boy  almighty,  and  was  trying  at his  hand  at  playing  god's  games.  but  then  again,  he's  a  fucking  man.  and  yunhee  have  already  learned  a  long  time  ago  that  men  like  hyungseo  can  do  whatever  they  want  without  ever  facing  consequences.  yunhee,  however  is  only  just  a  woman.  therefore,  she  knows  all  too  well  she  cannot  afford  to  take  any  risks  that  will  only  cost  her.  she  would  never  be  given  the  same  grace  to  make  mistakes  anyway.  and  this  only  serves  a  bitter  reminder  of  her  own  reality. there's  something  about  having  to  wait  in  a  hotel  filled  to  the  brim  with  extravagance  and  glittering  splendor  that  makes  her  skin  crawl.  the  artificial  lights  showering  the  interiors  in  a  bright,  gilded  radiance  doesn't  make  her  blind  enough  like  the  rest  of  the  initiates  to  not  see  the  truth  :  jung  yoojin  has  trapped  them  in  a  gilded  menagerie  for  a  cage  whilst  she  makes  them  wait  in  a  limbo  for  the  upcoming  ritual.  yunhee  of  course  simply  cannot  just  sit  around  and  do  nothing.  she  knows  yoojin  far  too  well,  knows  that  there's  always  been  something  sinister  hiding  underneath  the  brilliant  façade  of  the  queen's  initiate  ⸻  jung  yoojin  was  one  heck  of  a  scheming  bitch.  and  this  worries  her  down  to  the  bones.  it's  the  very  reason  why  she  found  herself  in  the  deserted  lobby  of  the  resort,  her  heart  behind  the  tight  confines  of  her  ribcage  could  finally  relaxed  in  relief  at  the  sight  of  the  seated  silhouette  of  jin  yohan,  the  very  chessmaster  she'd  been  looking  for. "yohan sunbae,"  yunhee  greeted  the  chessmaster  with  a  timid  smile,  her  small  hand  gently  grazing  the  velvet  sofas  just  as  she  announced  her  own  presence  by  taking  a  seat  on  the  sofa  across  yohan's.  "i'm  really  sorry  to  disturb  you  but  i  think  i  desperately  need  some  advice  for  the  upcoming  ritual."  she  admitted,  folding  her  dainty  hands  neatly  upon  her  lap  —  the  perfect  vision  of  proper  etiquette,  humble  in  all  her  grace  as  a  way  to  show  her  own  respect  towards  yohan.  the  fact  she  knew  to  mind  her  own  manners  had  been  one  of  her  most  exemplary  strengths  in  earning  the  chessmaters'  favor.  as  they  always  did  love  to  act  as  if  they  were  kings  and  queens  in  their  own  right.  "i  know  yoojin's  ritual  will  be  something  ridiculously  insane  so  i  need  to  make  sure  i'm  prepared  for  everything  because  i  know  my  boyfriend  can  be  impulsive  and  i  need  countermeasures  so  he  doesn't  do  anything  stupid."  strategizing  had  always  been  her  forte,  her  calculative  approach  to  planning  every  steps  had  ensure  things  would  always go  smoothly  for  her  and  hyungseo.  it  doesn't  hurt  for  her  to  be  cautious,  and  there's  nothing  wrong  in  being  meticulous.  "what  do  you  think  i  should  do?"

HERE IS HOW WE CONQUER : JIN YOHAN ( @silenthowls )

[bolontiku]

Bruhhh...

Work rant under the cut... it's a lot but if you need a little drama... this is months worth accumulated.

So, there is this kid at work, sweet child, 19yo. She's not all that bright and 'requires' to be told things over and over. I've let her get away with things as it wasn't my problem. "I just don't know" she'll say in a precious baby voice and they walk her through the SAME JOB (making coffee).

I know what she's doing. Seen it before. I don't care.

Until she began putting her items in my area.

She would dump her belonging into a cubby I hid product in to keep the truck driver from using it as a door stop. It was to the point that her purse and jacket would knock the door open and I would run into it with my knuckles or racks. I told her several times over the course of a few months not to put her stuff in there. She kept doing it. Managers and other associates reminded her to not get in my way. She would get in my way up to 10mins at a time, which when baking amounts to being put back in time. So, I started putting her stuff in the backroom (where employee belongings are meant to go). She kept using the excuse of "nobody ever told me where my stuff is supposed to go" and "I'm so sorry! I HoPe YoU DoNt HaTe mE" *pout* which grated on my nerves. Whatever. Easier to just smile and shoo her away.

Finally got her to stop that and she proceeds to leave her food on my ingredient supply rack. And if we were to get state inspection in would be an automatic critical as she always eats shit with nuts or allergens in it and places it above the other things. Finally walk in to find SHRIMP on the rack and I lose my shit when she comes running over to say "oh X put it there! I had no idea!" But she looks for it where it was before I placed it on the EMPLOYEE FOOD TRAY opposite the rack she sat it on. Literally- you don't have to walk from one side of the cooler, you just TURN AROUND. no walking or anything. I am LIVID as she trying to place blame on another associate but she KNEW exactly where it had been indicating she put it there.

I call over my food cost manager as I am about to lose my shit. I can feel my face heating up and as much as I try, my voice is rising. I finally tell her to just fucking walk away. The manager has to wrangle her out of my area and I hear other associates telling her not to be in my area as I have to MOVE and they don't do the same shit she does.

I have time to cool off and the manager comes over to find out what caused me to lose my cool. She's hiding around the corner listening. I have had the most patience with her. I have been kind. I have had enough. I'm telling him that I won't put up with willful ignorance cause she can just put on her pouty face and apologize and it's all forgiven and THIS FUCKING BITCH comes around the corner with a pout "I hOpE yOu DoNt HaTE Meee" 🥺🥺

"THATS THE FUCKING FACE!! AND I HOPE YOU FEEL LIKE I HATE YOU--" I nearly swing on her as he literally steps between us and hands her her fucking bag and jacket (back in the cubby again), telling her to go home (as she is off the clock) and that she doesn't need to be in the bakers area. He's trying not to laugh.

He comes back and tells me that she's not all there and we have to be patient... nahh fuck that bro, I won't put up with emotional manipulation. He stares at me. That pouty face? The fake tears and that fucking baby voice she uses- all aimed at making the normal person to feel bad (little bunny effect) and automatically forgive them for bad actions. NOT ME BITCH I've dealt with assholes worse than you and you can take your childish shit the fuck outta here!

.

.

Anyways. Days later and the manager comes to me and tells me that... she does do that. He's been watching her pout her way into making others "help" her and letting them do all the work. So he has literally been on her ass since that day. And everytime she comes near me he calls her away.

She did manage to get close though and she pouted at me- "I hope you don't hate me"

"Not really hate but I don't really like you. Get back to work I can't be bothered by a little girl like you"

She was speechless and he came around, calling her name cause she was supposed to be clearing the dining area of dishes why is she in my area bothering the baker?!

The other associates (my babies who work so hard) are about her age and have stopped talking to her. I told them not to treat her any other way cause of me and every single one of them said they hated her, but had been nice on account of me. I told them not to bully her and leave her alone, I don't want them getting in trouble cause of her.

Her jacket and purse are in the employee area and she has not brought food into my area. I really hate some people.

Anyhow. Thank you for letting me rant dear Tumblr diary.