#this didn't quite turn out how you asked for but I couldn't resist the opportunity to have Mindy miss out on all the action again

[krikeymate]

For @bossnhug91, who requested some Core 4 + Kirby. Found here.

“Why don’t you take your words and shove them up your-”

“WOAH, Tara no!” Sam yells, grabbing her sister by the shoulders and pulling her back frantically from the now sopping-wet man she was yelling at.

“I’m so sorry about our friend here, she’s a little drunk,” Chad blurts out, hands raised placatingly. “We don’t want any trouble,” he says with a nervous laugh. Chad knows he’s pretty big and strong, but not as much as this guy… and his friends. 

Maybe taking Tara drinking for her 21st was a bad idea. Ya think, dingus! the Mindy in his head chimes in. He’s a little glad she’s not here yet, lord knows his sister doesn’t know how to stay out of trouble… and neither do the other sisters in his life, apparently.

Chad backs away, squeezing himself through some other patrons - sorry, coming through - and turns to find the girls, who have… disappeared. And left him alone, again. Why does this keep happening to him?

Sam drags her sister to the bathroom, elbowing drunk white girls out of the way without remorse. She all but shoves her face into the sink with the intention to splash water on her face and sober her up a bit.

Tara doesn’t get the message and yanks herself away, tripping as she turns and throwing herself to the floor along the way.

“Tara,” Sam sighs wearily. Maybe those last shots were a mistake. Maybe letting her drink in the first place was a mistake, but it’s what Tara had wanted, and if she’s learnt anything over the past 14.5 months since she’s come back into her life, Tara’s going to do what Tara wants to do. She was the same as a child, although she wasn’t anywhere near as stubborn, back when Sam used to hang the moon and Tara blindly worshipped every word she said.

The real mistake was letting Mindy talk them into going out to celebrate, instead of staying home. And Mindy isn’t even here to deal with the consequences of her terrible decision. Where is she anyway?

Sam’s head snaps down as Tara groans on the floor. It’s the type of groan that happens moments before disaster; it has Sam grabbing her sister under the arms and heaving her off the floor and into a toilet stall in a flash.

And just in time.

It’s times like these that Sam doesn’t miss drinking. It’s also times like these where she kind of wishes she was.

She pats her sister on the back with one hand, and draws her hair away from her face with the other. She wishes Tara wouldn’t do this to herself, but she’ll admit, only to herself, that she’s so grateful that she’s been given the opportunity to do this for her. To be the type of sister that Tara can trust to keep her safe, that she can rely on. That she’s a good enough sister that Tara feels the need to defend her honour when some douchebags at the pool table start loudly talking about the psycho girl drinking soda at the bar.

She’s definitely mad that Tara’s drunk enough to pick a fight with a guy three times her size and with a gang behind him though. Then again, maybe Tara doesn’t need to be drunk to do that actually. Her sister does like to fight, she’s noticed. It used to be just Sam. Now it seems to be everyone but Sam.

Maybe she should leave a message for Tara’s therapist.

“Why’d yuh’stop me,” Tara mumbles from the porcelain. “I coulda had’im.”

The words make Sam snort. Her sister has always known how to make her laugh. “Sure you could have, baby. He’d have been real threatened by you throwing up on his shoes.”

“He’d deserve it,” she mumbles, leaning back. “Nobody talks ‘bout you like that.”

Sam helps her up off the floor, keeping hold of her arms to steady her. “I’d kill anyone who says anything ‘bout you,” Tara continues.

The words make Sam wince. “That’s a little overkill for some gossip, don’t you think?” she murmurs, leading her back out into the bar area to find Chad. It’s time to call it a night, she thinks. “We can’t control what people think or say about us, but we can control how we react to them,” she recites to her sister. It’s a mantra her own therapist has her repeating whenever something like this happens.

Her eyes catch Chad’s from across the room as Tara mumbles something about Mindy, and Kirby, and how they should be here to join in the fun, and then there’s an unfortunately recognisable form standing in front of her.

“Hey, YOU!” the wet man calls out, blocking their way. “That little bitch owes me and the lads some new beers,” he growls, posturing. It’s fairly effective, Sam’s actually intimidated, all too aware of Tara hanging off her arm and barely able to stand on her own.

“We’ll buy you a new round,” she says, smiling civilly. She doesn’t want a scene, well - another one, not right now. Why had Tara felt the need to flip the tray out of his hands? Why had she felt the need to confront him in the first place? Well, what are big sister’s for, if not fixing the problems their little sister’s make.

Of course, when has anything ever gone her way?

He should have said “great, that’s all I wanted, lead the way.” Instead what he actually says is “Or maybe she can make it up to me another way,” with a lewd grin on his face and a finger poking her in the shoulder. And what was Sam to do, take that lying down? 

Chad had thankfully made his way back over - why had he left in the first place, wasn’t he right behind them before? - just in time for her to shove Tara into his arms and take a swing at the bastard who thinks he can say whatever he likes about her sister.

It gets a little chaotic after that.

She thinks she remembers Chad taking an elbow to the face. Tara was on someone’s back. Sam’s pretty sure she took a bottle to the head, if the way it thumps with every heartbeat is any indication.

Being held face down against a pool table with her arms pulled harshly behind her and her wrists tightly bound in handcuffs isn’t a new experience for Sam, but having her sister beside her in the same position, hurling expletives at the police officers holding them down, certainly is.

“Hey! Be careful, she’s injured, jackass,” Sam spits. 

“Quiet you,” the officer snaps, lifting her up before slamming her back down.

It makes Sam’s head spin. She can hear Chad in the background, protesting. Then she hears the voice of an angel say “is this how you treat all woman who try to defend themselves, Officer Sawyer?”

Kirby “please stop getting into trouble Sam, you’re making my life very hard” Reed is here to save the day once again. Hopefully. Probably. Definitely. Sam’s working on having faith in people.

Sam meets her sister’s eyes across the table while Kirby argues with the officer holding her down. The grin Tara shoots her should not be as endearing as it is, given the circumstances.

Before long, they’re being begrudgingly released into Kirby’s custody and ushered out of the bar. Sam can’t resist looking back, and finds Officer Sawyer glaring at her with his arms crossed. Oh good, another enemy to watch out for.

She gets distracted by Chad’s arm wrapping around her shoulder and the cheery “well that was fun,” he chirps out.

Kirby spins in an instant and gets in their faces, well, as much as she’s able given how short she is. She’s about as intimidating as Tara. “It was not fun. You started a bar fight! You got injured! What is wrong with you people? Can’t you stay out of trouble for five minutes?!”

Tara giggles into Sam’s side, swinging their hands together. “You said five,” she mumbles.

The words throw Kirby for a loop and her anger quickly fades into bafflement and concern. “Is she okay? Did she hit her head?”

“She’s just drunk,” Sam explains, wrapping her arms around her sister. The girl squeezes her back, humming into her chest.

Kirby frowns up at her. “Should she really be drinking?”

Sam’s saved from another opportunity to start a fight by Mindy’s arrival. 

“Oh man,” she huffs, out of breathe and bending down to rest her hands on her knees. “I’m so sorry I’m late, there was this dumb fire drill at the dorms and we couldn’t leave and woah, what… happened here.”

“Bar fight. Tara’s fault,” Chad replies.

“It was not Tara’s fault,” Sam barks, glaring at him.

Chad grins back at her, “it definitely was.”

Mindy pouts. “Awh man, I can’t believe I missed it.”

Kirby rolls her eyes. “We’re leaving, all of you, come on.”

[thegoldencontracts]

A Turn-Table

Summary: Azul's in quite the teasing mood. Too bad he can't take what he dishes out.

Notes: Flustered Azul my skrunkly poo darling

Azul seemed to be in the mood to tease you today. You could tell because he was currently snickering at your misery like he'd never seen anything funnier.

Okay, maybe that was a bit overdramatic. He was flirting with you, and was watching you lose your cool over it. Was it confusing that you couldn't handle his flirting despite the fact that you two were dating and he'd done it before? Maybe. But he didn't have to tease you about it!

He just laughed. Kept laughing, because of course he thought this was hilarious.

"My dearest," he said. "For all your beauty, I must admit your most adorable expression is that accompanied by your pinkened cheeks. I simply can't resist this, you know."

Why was he so damn confident? It wasn't fair!

"S-Shut up!"

"How cold!" He crooned, feigning offense. "But alas, I'll love you anyways. For you're a magnet, and it seems I'm a scrap of metal. Never repelled no matter what side of you I encounter."

Why was he so smooth? You couldn't handle this. Though, you had to admit, you didn't really mind.

"You know, since you've been struck silent, I might as well take the opportunity to tell you how much I desire the the sensation of your lips upon mine," he said, with a smirk that you would never admit rendered you even more flustered.

You couldn't help but feel a bit- odd, though. Didn't Azul deserve to be swept off his feet too?

You probably weren't very good at it, but you could try.

"You know, maybe, uh, maybe I'm the octopus in this relationship," you said, unable to help but cringe at yourself. Why were you doing this? "'Cause, c-considering how much pounding there is in my chest when I'm around you, there's, uh, there's no way I just have one heart in there."

That was the worst, most poorly-executed pickup line you'd ever heard. Hopefully Azul would feel merciful and decide to refrain from teasing you.

He didn't seem to laugh though, not even level you a deadpan look over you garbage line. Instead, his face flushed, eyes averted from yours.

Did- Did your pickup line actually work on him?

"Don't tease me," he said.

You could feel your jaw hand open in shock.

"T-That was a terrible line," you said. "And it got to you?"

Azul huffed, seeming defensive.

"I'm simply not used to people desiring me in any manner," he said.

What? Azul wasn't used to being desirable? True, you didn't initiate when it came to flirting as much as.you'd like to, but that was because: One, you sucked at it; and two, you always thought Azul was one of those guys everyone flirted with. He was the nigh-omnipotent Octavinelle housewarden, after all.

"But you're- you!" You said, gesturing at him vaguely. "You're smart, and you're hardworking, and you're so pretty it makes me go feral, and-"

"This is unnecessary," Azul said, now burying his face within his hands, and you couldn't help but grin.

You'd just found a weakness of his.

"What is?" You asked, patting him on the head both for the sake of teasing and because his hair was just irresistibly soft. "Me telling you how pretty you are? Or how cute you look when your face is scrunched up in concentration? Or when you-"

"Shut it already, you utter cretin!" Azul snapped, and you couldn't help but grin.

"You know, you sound more affectionate right now than when you call me 'darling'," you said, and he pouted.

"I assure you, I hold no affection towards any of- this behavior."

Was he- scared? That you'd make fun of him for wanting affection? No, no. That wouldn't do.

"I do, though," you said. "It's just too cute watching you get all flustered."

A high-pitched, squeaking noise, followed by silence.

"Azul?"

You just broke your boyfriend, didn't you?

Bonus:

"As prideful as Azul may seem, he actually holds himself in quite low regard, having never received anything but disparagement in the past, and therefore is easily affected by even the slightest traces of care from those outside of his family, simply due to the fact he's never received them before."

"..."

"Is something the matter?"

"Are you info-dumping to me about my boyfriend?"

Jade Leech was an- eccentric guy, to say the least.

[yesihaveaobsession]

Heeled Grace

Alastor x female reader

Summary: After being Alastor's plus one to an overlord party, your feet start to hurt due to your footwear, you flee the party, and Alastor helps you take your heels off ;)

You couldn't resist the opportunity when Alastor asked you to be his plus one to an overlord party. A party with a man who's just as much of a gentleman to everyone else in hell? Oh, absolutely. You were a little nervous though, being in a room filled with some of the most powerful beings in all of hell. You didn't have to worry; Alastor was there to make sure you were comfortable.

AT THE PARTY

You were currently linked arms with the Radio Demon as he stood proud with his wide smile, talking to a fellow overlord about something you didn't quite understand. You had been standing on your feet for way too long; your feet were killing you. You shifted on your feet, and Alastor, the observant one, noticed. He bent down slightly and whispered in your ear, "Are you alright?"

You mustered up your best fake smile and replied, "These heels are killing my feet." Your fake smile turned to a look of discomfort; his red eyes looked over your face for a second and he asked, "Should we head back?"

"If you want; this is your thing," you said as you looked around, and he did the same.

"I’d rather not be here if you are uncomfortable," he said with a sweet tone.

"What time does it end?" you asked, still uncomfortable. Despite his smile, he felt bad to see his pretty little plus one in pain.

"Three more hours," the demon replied. His eyes looked down at your heeled feet, then back at your face; you were most definitely in pain. He had brought you to the function; he didn't want to put you out more.

"I can try and wait; I don't want to ruin your night."

"You won’t ruin my night. If you are uncomfortable, then we can go now."

BACK AT THE HOTEL

You were now at the hotel; Alastor had brought you back to the hotel and to his room. With a flick of the wrist, Alastor's fireplace was lit, and he helped you sit down in a chair in front of the fireplace. Then he grabbed a chair from his table, set on the wooded, swamp side of his room. Alastor tapped his lap, signaling you to place your foot on his leg, and you did.

"Allow me," he murmured, his gloved fingers deftly working to unfasten the clasps of your heels. With a soft click, they fell away, revealing the delicate arch of your foot. You had only watched him; from the angle the two of you were sitting, the flames of the fire illuminated his face, bringing out some of his features.

Alastor extended his leg, offering it as a makeshift perch for your tired foot. Without hesitation, you accepted, placing your other heel-clad foot onto his thigh with a sigh of relief. His claws brushed against your skin slightly as he worked on the clasp of your heel, which was much smaller compared to his bigger claws.

As Alastor's gaze lingered on you, his eyes hooded, his movements deliberate, each touch sending a shiver down your spine as you surrendered to his tender ministrations. A close-lipped smile played upon Alastor's lips as he met your gaze. In that fleeting moment, as he held your foot in his hand.

And as the last clasp fell away, Alastor released a soft chuckle, and you giggled. The flames still illuminated your faces, and you weren't sure if it was the fire or Alastor, but you felt warm. Alastor then placed your delicate foot back down and straightened out his pants, his close-lipped smile returning to his usual sharp-toothed smile as he looked at you.

You two shared a moment; you didn't know how to put it, but it truly was perfect. He then held out a hand, and you took it. He helped you up and twirled you by the fireplace; the skirt of your dress spun with you, and you smiled. "Thanks for tonight, Alastor."

"Anytime, my dear."

[little-sleepy-owl]

ℍ𝕦𝕤𝕜 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣,

who is a virgin and wants him to be their first. mostly gender neutral, but there's one use of "girl/boy", coz I couldn't come up with the alternative that would fit my vision.

damn, I didn't expect I will have so much fun writing this one. for all Husker lovers out there. hope this is good <3.

warnings: not explicitly, but still smutty, daddy kink mention (have you heard Keith David's voice? there is NO way I would ignore this opportunity), biting mention.

well, he didn't expect that.

forgive him if he laughs. “really, you died a virgin? how old were you, fifteen?”

actually curious how this even happened. were you never attracted to anyone that way? or was no-one attracted to you? if so, those people were blind.

somewhat surprised you want him to be your first. are you really sure? isn't there a better candidate?

well, he is not gonna reject the offer.

he's an old-fashioned man. he might look like someone who would just drag you to his room to do the deeds, but in truth, this fellow is a hopeless romantic.

you will get a proper date. not exactly a fancy one, but very thoughtful and sweet.

a table for two right in the Hotel, some lit candles, all other patrons and staff chased away for the evening. he will dress especially nicely for you and even prepare dinner.

(it's actually ordered, but you don't need to know that.)

quiet music, slow dancing. chaste compliments, but his voice is so deep and low, tickling your ear lightly, it still feels kinda suggestive. oh, he's very smooth when he wants to be.

his hands start to wander quite quickly tho. but can you blame him? the man can only have that much patience, and it's not like you both are not aware of what it is all leading to.

just remind him to retrieve into the bedroom, or else he might go on you right at the same table you both dinned on. unless that's what you want, of course.

a king of foreplay.

he takes things slow. madly so. it's almost like he's lazy. his hands move leisurely over your heated skin, and it takes so much time for his hot, wet kisses to go down the side of your jaw and cross your neck to finally reach your collarbones.

he purrs. you don't even have to touch him, he just marvels so much when he touches you, it gets him purring non-stop.

but also, try gently caressing the base of the wings. I assure you, you've never heard those noises from him before.

he doesn't talk much, but when he does… you can't help but blush to the tips of your ears.

hot breath, voice hoarse, a quiet praise, a small chuckle. doll, babe, sweetheart, good girl/boy.

if you respond well to the last one, expect him to use the “daddy” card, too.

don't think he will do all the work. quite the opposite, actually. he will lay down and make you strangle his hips with a sly smirk on his lips.

“don't you want to choose your own pace now, hun?”

truly the lazy cat.

oh, but don't worry. If you get tired, he will take his turn too. can't have you disappointed on your first time after all.

this man has technique. he makes you feel so good so seemingly effortlessly, it's crazy.

will ask if you're okay with a bit of a biting. it's really hard to resist for him, especially on the verge of climax.

mind you, he's not finishing before you do. maybe even before you do twice.

nope, no afterglow cuddles until you drink some water and at least have a towel to get a bit cleaner. after that, he's all yours.

covers you with his wings, while tackling you close to him.

initiates a lil’ talk about everything. did you like it? was there something you'd rather him not do?

he's not insecure, he just wants to communicate properly and prefers doing it as soon as possible.

everything's fine? good.

now you know he's purring when he sleeps cuddling with someone. what a cute kitty.

[fuumoksun]

"To the dephts of your heart"

♡ content / warning : jealousy

♡ part of my "To the dephts of your heart" [fanfiction drafts]

♡ Interactive fanfiction : poll at the end

As a representative from the Akademya working on negotiations between the nations of Fontaine and Sumeru, flirting with the Duke of the Meropide Forteress had been a thrilling distraction. The playful banter provided a much-needed break from the weight of your shared duties until a certain Scribe confessed his feelings for you...

"I understand if you need some space to think things through. Even though I tend to be persistent, I'll always respect your decision, no matter what it is."

Al Haitham's words left you in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Surprise mingled with disbelief as you processed the unexpected turn of events. After years of working around him you knew how cautious he was and he certainly didn't take the maters of love lightly.

Al Haitham had earned your utmost respect, particularly after the Sumeru crisis. The Scribe had left a lasting impact on you, and considering he had visited your dreams more than once, you couldn't deny that you cared about him.

On the other hand, within a few months, Wriothesley had managed to burrow deep into your thoughts, his presence becoming a constant, compelling force within your mind.

"Is this love... or?" You didn't knew what word to put on it anymore.

[...]

Love triangles are just a bunch of book fantasies... Or so you tried to convince yourself as you found yourself seated at a fancy terrace in Fontaine. On your left sat AlHaitham, while Wriothesley occupied the spot on your right.

The arrival of the waiter, bearing your coffee, offered a brief respite from the discomfort. Grateful for the interruption, you thanked him quietly.

The tension in the air was palpable. As the awkward silence stretched on, you couldn't help but mutter to yourself,

"No way... This can't be happening."

"Sugar, honney?" The Duke's voice was almost a whisper, catching you off guard.

"W-what?" You blinked, unsure of what he was getting at, your eyes catching a flicker of a frown on Al Haitham's face.

"Do you..."the Duke asked again, "... prefer sugar or honey in your coffee today?" he punctuated his question with a charming smile, leaning towards you to open the porcelain sugar holder.

Realization dawned, and you flushed with embarrassment, desperately wishing for the traveler to come back so you'd be out of this torture.

"Oh, uh... yeah. S-sugar is fine," you mumbled, turning your face away, as his knee brushed yours under the table. Usually you wouldn't mind his playful gestures and you couldn't blame him for acting like he always had around you, since he didn't know about last night's confession.

Al Haitham glanced up from his book, his gaze cool and collected. "I'm afraid, I have nothing interesting to share right now."

A moment passed before, Al Haitham pulled a book from his pocket, making it abundantly clear that he had no intention of engaging in conversation with either of you.

Wriothesley's eyes shifted back and forth between you and the tall man behind the book, a silent challenge brewing in the air.

He couldn't resist the opportunity to provoke a reaction just to make sure his intuition was right. "Ah, retreating into literature again ? I was looking forward to have some time with you... both."

A smirk tugged at Wriothesley's lips as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Really? Then tell me more about yourself... I must admit, I'm quite curious since Y/n speaks so highly of you... "

Al Haitham turned a page not sparring his rival a glance, "Well that will give you something to investigate about during your free time." His eyes locked into mine for a second, "It seems you have plenty after all."

"Nevermind then. Digging into peoples lives for personnal interrest is not really my thing..."

If you had any doubts about how much Al Haitham knew about your flirtations with the Duke, they vanished in that moment. It was clear he confessed even thought he knew you spent the last nights at the Forteress.

Accross the table, Wriothesley had the answer he wanted. He sipped his tea, with a bitter sweet satisfaction, retreating into his own thoughts.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, a feeling of guilt bubbling in your stomach.

[...]

"Al Haitham! Wriothesley! Y/n! We're back!" Paimon's voice reverberated, dispelling your cloud of negative thoughts.

Without another word exchanged the three of you parted ways returning to your duties for the rest of the day.

It was now, you against your thoughts and what seemed to be an impossible decision...

2024 © fuumoksun Do not, copy , translate, plagiarize or post on other plateforms. Thank you.

[strlingsav]

Sequel to this fic, inspired by @simpforghost, asking if I'd planned on making part two. Couldn't resist after you mentioned it. Thanks for the love 🤍

Drive: Two

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

You'd arrived at base- a towering, intimidating fortress surrounded by harsh metal walls and barbed-wire fences.

After your encounter with Ghost, you knew nothing between you would be the same. Not the way you saw him, talked to him, even looked at him. Now you knew how he felt, better yet how you felt. It wouldn't be easy putting on a facade, especially in front of your Captain and troop-mates.

You'd dug yourself into a hole, acting without thinking of the consequences that would come after. You'd forgotten the very real emotional factor that would follow. He'd seen the most intimate parts of you, there was no returning from that.

You weren't delusional. You knew Ghost wasn't a family man, wouldn't be getting down on one knee to propose, would never take you on a date, but the intimate interaction was there to stay. You'd never be able to rid your mind of how his hands and lips felt on your body, how he felt inside you.

You were beyond paranoid, worried you'd give it away with the wrong look or words. You could never go back to the awe-struck, helpless Sergeant you'd been before, waiting for a crumb of attention from your Lieutenant. He was pursuing you.

You climbed out of the SUV, falling in stride with your Lieutenant and the two of you wandered through the security gates, toward the doors.

You peered at Ghost through your periphery; he was stoic and cold as usual. You were a bit relieved, though somewhat disappointed. It looked all too easy for him to appear unaffected beside you, as if he hadn't had his head buried between your thighs a few hours ago. You envied him for that.

"You're starin' again," He commented, breaking the silence.

You huffed quietly, resuming your silent march to the entrance.

Once at the doors, he grabbed it for you. You strode through first, but not before he leaned in, his voice in your ear as he said, "Wasn't lyin' when I said we'd pick it up later."

You knew. You knew he didn't lie. It was another thing you'd picked up on from your months of surveying. It was fucking infuriating the way he always said exactly what he meant, and in this case, both infuriating and arousing. It bit at your spine, a lick of heat forcing a flush over your chest and cheeks. Your gaze was trapped by his eyes for a few moments, like the world only existed for the two of you, before it was pulled away by Price's voice.

"Where the hell have you two been?"

"Had to stop for a piss, Sir," Ghost answered, saving you from Price's wrath.

He hummed, "Right. Laswell's waitin', let's get on with it."

The briefing was short, though detailed. Surely, Price and Laswell would hold another before too long, one with input from General Shepherd who was chomping at the bit. Still, preparation was in the works, a long way to go before there was enough intel to follow Hassan, to infiltrate any part of his operation.

A few days passed and you'd hardly spoken to Ghost, but his gaze followed you everywhere. Watching, waiting for the opportunity to finally have you alone, to take what was his.

You filled the silence with your squadmates instead. You focused solely on the mission, trying desperately to ignore the set of eyes on your back. You could feel him around every turn. No matter the substance of conversation, even Soap's ridiculous sense of humour couldn't quite distract from the heavy weight of anticipation in your stomach.

You almost didn't want to be alone with Ghost, didn't want to put yourself in the position to give in to him. It would just be something else you'd have to hide. You knew he didn't care. He wasn't shy about watching you. A look over your shoulder, and he was there, locked in on you. He wasn't hiding his wandering eyes anymore.

You finished locking up your gear in the armoury, heading to your room to call it a night. Ghost's voice gnawed at you, the assertion that he truly wasn't done with you. It was almost a threat. You felt like a prey animal, waiting for him to finally sink his teeth in and tear out your jugular; it had you on edge.

You exhaled. The hallways were quiet, with flickering lights overhead and a dingy smell that hung in the air. Everyone had gone off to get some sleep.

You hadn't heard the man behind you, stalking you, ready to pounce at any second. Watching your figure from behind already had his fatigues tightening against his thighs.

Just as you reached your door, a strong hand wrapped around your waist, quickly tugging you back into something firm, hard. Your eyes lifted upwards, relief flooding through you at the sight of the white mask.

"L.T.," You sighed. "You scared the fuck out of me."

"Get inside, Sergeant."

In seconds, you entered the small room, large enough only for a bed, chair and table.

"Been waitin' for you, sweetheart."

You exhaled. It was a venomous statement- injected into your veins, running hot and thick with want, right through you until it finally clenched your heart and squeezed. He could see your eyes flutter shut, feel the warmth emanating off your body- he knew he'd made it into your head.

He was looming behind you, a veil of tension between you as you stood still, waiting for the right words, the right action. His hand trailed around the front of your fatigues, toying with the button of your jacket.

"Take it off for me," He said, low and breathy in your ear. "A proper show this time."

Your eyes snapped open.

He moved around you, taking a seat in front of you. He was hunched over, his elbows digging into his thighs, eyes meeting yours with a sober disposition.

This time around, you were nervous. He'd made it a point to get comfortable, to have all his attention on you. You were silently debating within yourself; it wasn't a good idea. It wasn't right. But as your gaze lifted to meet his eyes, any and all inhibitions were shattered. You wanted to please him; there was no denying it. You were willing to push past the shake in your hands if he wanted.

You did as he asked, demanded, peeling the jacket off your arms, followed by your tactical pants, thrown on the table beside you. He inhaled deeply, his eyes wandering your frame, truly absorbing the curves of your body, how fucking beautiful you looked. He'd never admit it, never tell you- but you were as close to Heaven as he'd ever get. Maybe one day, he thought.

You felt bile bubble in your throat. You were pathetic. Undressing for your superior just because he'd asked. It was humiliating, but his short nods of approval overrode your conscience, the sensible part of you that knew it was wrong.

Your bra and panties were plain, but he could've cared less with the way they hugged your body. Truthfully, he didn't even notice. He was too distracted with your hips, your navel, your breasts spilling over your bra ever-so slightly.

He could tell you were breathing heavily, waiting with burning anticipation for his next order. You'd obey, you both knew it.

"Keep goin'," He said, leaning back to unbuckle his belt and trousers.

You inhaled; long and shaky, your hands moving to the clasp of your bra. The straps slid down your arms with ease, and it joined the pile of clothes you'd already removed.

He pulled his briefs down, taking his cock in hand, running slow strokes up and down his cock. It wasn't harsh; they were tortuous, delicate strokes, teasing the pleasure to come. His cock was already painfully hard, blood rushing through every vein with brute force, demanding to be satiated. His eyes scoured every inch of you, pleased with the new sight of your breasts.

You stepped out of your panties, the last layer, standing bare in front of him. His chest rose and fell with urgency, watching you shift from one foot to the other, your hands clasping together.

"Come 'ere," He said.

You pushed your feet forward, making your way to him.

"On your knees."

You gulped, knees hitting the cool floor of the room, quiet and filled with expectations. You knew exactly what he wanted, what you wanted. You shifted upward, your hands gliding over his thighs, staring at him.

"Can I?" You asked, your heart racing in your chest, jugular pounding in your throat.

"Could never say no," He answered, leaning further back, removing his hand as you smiled softly.

Your tongue extended, a light lick over the head of his cock, listening to the strangled exhale that left his mouth. It filled you with pride, unraveling your Lieutenant with such a simple action.

His head fell back as your soft lips wrapped around him, saliva already gathering in your mouth just at the thought of him. You took him deeper in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, tightening your lips around his cock.

Up and down, you moved along the length of his cock, lubricated with your saliva, quiet slurping sounds making his hips jerk up.

His hand reached the back of your head, gentle strokes, before he gathered it from your face. Your eyes lifted to his, appreciatively, then, you felt his other hand join. He used both hands to guide your mouth down his cock, setting a painful pace as he drove his cock into your throat.

You gagged, body lurching forward as your throat tried to push him out. He buckled down, his knuckles white, gripping your hair. Your lungs screamed for air, aching pains in your chest, you sucked in a deep breath through your nostrils. You had no relief, not as he blocked your airways with his thrusts. Only the animalistic growls and grunts coming from him made it worth the burning suffocation.

He finally let up, releasing you from his iron grip, settling back to watch his cock disappear in your mouth, past the swollen wetness of your lips. You exhaled, your eyes watering, stinging, your nose running as you took him even deeper.

"Fuck me," He groaned.

You sat back, sniffling softly, wiping your eyes. He helped you to your feet.

His arms grabbed the neck of his shirt, lifting it over his head, careful not to remove the balaclava. Your eyes drifted to the impressive tone of his abdomen and chest. The dim light didn't do him justice, but you could see the scars that marked his skin, the hills and ridges of pure muscle across his body.

Pleasuring him had already created a longing in your stomach, but seeing his naked torso for the first time was exhilarating. He took his time laying down, his hands on your waist as he moved your body over his. He squished your flesh between his fingers.

"Do me a favour, sweetheart," He said, his hands moving to your breasts as he massaged lightly.

You hummed in response, your head turning as you waited for him to respond.

"Ride my face."

Your eyes widened, swallowing the lump in your throat at the daunting thought of your full weight on his face.

"I-What if you can't breathe?" You asked, furrowing your brows.

"I ain't scared of anything- remember?"

You shook your head, disbelief in your expression, but silently agreeing to the request you'd never received before- not with longterm boyfriends and certainly not with one-night stands.

As you looked at him, you realized he was still wearing his mask.

"The mask," You said. "It's in the way."

"I ain't takin' it off 'til you've soaked it," He said. "Stop stallin' and get up here."

Your pussy was aching, already desperate to feel him inside you, but he managed to make you absolutely miserable with desire.

You sighed, awkwardly shifting up his body, his hands helping to lift you over his face, settling you on the outline of his lips beneath his mask. He let out a short groan.

You inched forward, shifting uncomfortably, when the fabric of the mask over the bump of his nose hit your clit.

"Oh," You breathed, pleasantly surprised with just how good it felt.

He hummed beneath you, practically gloating, and his hands gripped your ass, pushing you forward. He held you down against his mouth, forcing your entire weight over his face, and you let out a sharp exhale.

You didn't waste another second, jerking your hips over his mouth. Your hands settled on the headboard, wrought iron that squeaked with every thrust of your hips, and his eyes watched you from below. He couldn't get enough of the sight, your breasts recoiling with every roll of your hips, your bottom lip tucked under your top incisors, your eyes squeezed shut to focus solely on your pleasure.

You could feel the harsh indents of his fingers on your ass, daring you to stop, to hesitate, and he'd unleash hell.

The texture of his mask on your clit was a bitter-sweet feeling; harsh, but just enough to leave you chasing your high. The curves of his features fit between your thighs just right, like he was made to stay there, live there- and he wanted to.

He could taste you through the mask, smell the pheromones washing over him, making his cock even harder. He shut his eyes for a moment, when he thought you weren't watching, savouring the feeling of you, your presence, lucky enough to have you grinding yourself against his face.

It didn't take long; left to your own devices you could get yourself off in minutes. The overwhelming knowledge that you were riding your Lieutenant's face only made it easier. Maybe there was something wrong with you, twisted or disconnected in the dark parts of your brain, that made you so willing to risk it- to risk your career. But if you really were fucked up, he was right there with you.

You breathed heavily, your abdomen tense as you felt the undeniable force of your orgasm. It ripped through you, shooting sparks of pleasure up your spine. You arched your back, your hands gripping the fabric of his mask, your lips parted as you moaned.

You nearly collapsed, your body weak now that you'd drenched his mask.

He helped you off his face, lifting the mask over his nose.

"Bloody hell," He breathed.

"That was interesting," You nodded, slow, lazy blinks, in a post-climax stupor.

"Could taste you through my fuckin' mask," He was ravaged with desire, disbelief, unbridled lust.

There was a wild look in his eyes, pupils blown, stillness as he caught his breath, not sure how to proceed without breaking you in half.

You, on the other hand, were a bit embarrassed- he'd said before that he liked your taste, but you couldn't help feeling overly aware.

"Be smellin' you for days," He whispered, shifting to climb over you.

"Sorry," You breathed, looking up at him with a fragile expression.

He nearly chuckled, a slight upturn of his lips. "Can't get enough of it, sweetheart."

The small bout of reassurance was comforting, but not nearly enough. However, you didn't care much once he lined his cock up with your entrance. He rubbed it teasingly along your still-sensitive clit, soft breaths across your face as he restrained himself, remembering you weren't nearly as resilient as himself.

His lips met yours, an unexpected surprise, and your hands jumped to wrap around his neck. He used his free hand to wrap your thighs around his waist, encouraging you to squeeze, to hold him there, between your legs.

His tongue slid in your mouth, and you welcomed it with yours, gliding softly, moaning at the taste of yourself on his lips. It was obvious, the crazed desire coursing through him, the driving force behind the hungry kiss, the rough use of his lips and tongue on yours.

You didn't mind; especially not when he slid inside you- filling you. You gasped into his mouth, your fingernails digging into the flesh of his neck, pulling him closer. He stayed still for a moment, relishing in just how fucking soaked you were, how soft the walls of your pussy were. A low groan left his throat, his head falling against your shoulder as he rounded his hips. It was a lazy thrust, and like a gut reaction, your chin tilted back.

The closeness, the intimacy, it was just enough to satisfy the insatiable woman he'd made you into. His head lifted to watch you from his view beside you. He could see the space between your lips, feel your pussy clench every time he dove back in, deep. Your breasts pushing against his bare chest- it drove him insane.

It also terrified him; he couldn't get enough. He was addicted, fallen into a rabbit hole he'd never find his way out of. A part of him didn't mind, not with your delicate hands clawing at his back, leaving long, red scratches over his muscles, or when your thighs clenched his sides. The other part was horrified; he'd been reduced to a pile of feelings, and knew he constantly be chasing the feeling you gave him since first time he met you.

He'd resigned himself to silence since then, not allowing your conversations to get past simple greetings or commands. You'd cornered him, in the car. He had nowhere to flee, nowhere to hide away the part of him that craved you like a fucking drug. You'd hit his soft spot, unintentionally, but you had. Taken him down in one fell swoop, crushed any plans he had to stay away from you. To stay away from the sound of your voice, your laugh, your freshly-showered smell, even your ass in the stupidly-tight combat pants you wore.

Now, he'd seen every part of you. Maybe it would be over, the constant longing, staring, restraint. He couldn't count how many times he dreamed of being buried in your pussy, listening to you call out his name over and over again. He knew exactly how you'd feel, though he didn't expect you to be so damn soft. So soft he could barely keep his hands off you, even while plunging his cock inside you, his palm was on your thigh.

To say he was addicted wouldn't be an exaggeration. He truly couldn't wait until his next fix- he couldn't even hold himself back until you'd gotten in your room. He'd have a hell of a time hiding it from his C.O.

You gasped when his cock grazed your cervix, shifting your hips upward to allow him even deeper. His cock hit your clit, a sensation that caused you to jump against his body.

"God-" You choked out, burying your face in his neck. "God, Ghost."

He grunted in your ear, panting softly with every harsh thrust, his arms encasing you in a possessive hold.

"Simon," He said. "Want you to say my real name," He breathed.

It was just another layer he'd peeled back for you. Maybe another mistake, something else for him to regret. But as you whispered it in his ear, whimpering quietly about how good he felt inside you, he knew he wouldn't. He couldn't. Not when it sounded like that.

"Just like that, please, Simon," You whispered again, thighs shaking with exhaustion, pleasure.

"That right, sweetheart? God," Another deep breath, "You drive me fuckin' mad."

His hips met yours roughly, and he pulled back to watch you, to really examine your face as he stroked his cock inside you.

"Shit baby," Your eyes closed. "More, please, I can take it- just- fuck me harder."

That was all he needed to hear, his stamina increasing tenfold with the way you pleaded for more.

He did as you asked, now driving into you relentlessly, so hard your arm reached up to grab the headboard, stabilizing yourself. You choked out a sob.

"Fuck this cunt is tight," He grumbled, shifting an arm underneath you to hold you closer. "Tell me it's mine- you're mine."

You recognized the beginning of your orgasm, his words driving you over the edge into a blissful asphyxia. There was a steep incline as he kept his pace, even as your pussy squeezed him so tight he thought he'd burst.

"It's yours," You repeated, open-mouth gasps for air through your rigid body. "I'm all yours."

He didn't need anything else, not a guarantee, not a promise. Just the words, the knowledge that you knew. You knew you'd never find anything close to him.

"That's it," He nodded, so close to his orgasm he could feel his testes tighten. "That's my girl," He grunted.

"Cum in me, Simon," You looked up at him, glowing with a layer of sweat and endorphins. "Please."

He couldn't hold out, couldn't deny your request, and released inside you. His thrusts shortened and slowed after that, dragging out his orgasm as his cock drove his cum ever further inside you. He'd think about it days later, remnants of him still inside you.

He pulled out slowly, a harsh exhale over your chest, then an unexpectedly soft kiss on your lips.

He was in shit- mile high shit. But as he pulled back, watching your eyes open, the innocent, satisfied smile on your face, he knew he'd risk it. He'd kill for you, if you just asked.

Once your pulse had settled, and you'd regained consciousness, you stretched. He stood up from your bed, dragging his pants back up, finding his T-shirt on the floor.

"Are you going back to your room?" You asked. You tried to keep your expectations down, tried not to appear too eager.

"Y'want me to stay?" He replied, seeming almost confused.

"You're warm," You lied. Of course it was a lie. The real reason was too humiliating to say out loud.

He shook his head. "Should get back to mine," He said, watching your face fall. Even as much as you tried to hide it, he could see it. He could see right through you.

He liked toying with you, watching the disappointment before he kissed it all better. Only he could do that to you, and you both knew it well.

But, he couldn't resist, never could. The idea of wrapping an arm around you as you slept, feeling your body against his; he craved it. He'd never planned to sleep next to you, but Christ did he ever want to. "Lieutenant's bed is bigger. Come on."

You pursed your lips, once again trying to hide a small smile, but he saw. He always saw. And it made his heart swell.

[iguana-eyanna]

Baby Girl

Pairing: Niall Horan x curvy reader

Summary: after a night of drinking, you and Niall realize that you're more than flirtatious friends

Warnings: mature themes, explicit language and unprotected sex.

The music was thumping, the bass reverberating through the club as Niall and you made your way to the bar. You were both a little tipsy, having indulged in a few too many drinks during the night out with their friends. The playful banter that had become both your trademark was in full swing, as you teased each other with witty comebacks and flirtatious remarks.

"I swear that these heels would be the death of me." You said out loud.

"Thought you had that spot reserved for me?" Niall asked, smirking as he closed in.

You rolled your eyes as you turn around, grinding in front of him seductively.

"Try all you want lover boy, but you can't handle all of this." You said, biting your bottom lip as your cheeks heated up.

Niall couldn't deny of how much he needed you.

"I'll do my best."

You met on the Voice where you did a guest appearance. He thanked Kelly as you were a guest on her show to promote your latest album. Once you said you were a fan of the singing competition show, Kelly invited you with no hesitance. You kicked it off with the other judges as Kelly introduced you to Niall after the show. He was blown away by your voice and the way you brightened up the room.

You two kicked it off quite strongly, already skipping the awkward of meeting someone for the first time. Everyone witnessed it. Tabloids and late night shows were already skeptilizing that you two were an item. Kelley, Chance, and Blake would even tease Niall when he was tying the knot with you.

All he could do was chuckle and shake his head.

But tonight, with the alcohol fueling his emotions, he found himself looking at you differently. Everything about you was beautiful to him, and he couldn't help but admire how you carried yourself with such grace and charm.

As you stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender to take their order, Niall's gaze lingered. You were wearing a stunning green dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to touch you, to taste your lips.

Niall leaned in closer to your ear, whispering with his husky voice. "What can I get you, Baby Girl?"

Your cheeks flushed at Niall's sudden change in tone. You were used to your flirty banter with him, but the way he called you "baby girl" sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him either, and the alcohol was making your inhibitions slip away.

"You know what I like," you replied, with your voice slightly breathless.

Niall ordered drinks and you two found a quiet corner to sit in. As the night went on, your conversation grew more intimate, and touches more lingering.

"I never realized you wanted to be an author." Niall asks when he just asked you what occupation you would do if you didn't pursue music.

"Yeah, I really loved to write stories when I was kid. When I got older, I took every opportunity just to write. Had to wake up from that dream when my University denied to publish one of my works I was most proud of."

"Hey." Niall said, placing a gentle hand on your thigh.

"They don't deserve to have your works publish, you can do that yourself, cause you know why? You're the most talented, gorgeous person I know. Those who say otherwise can come through me." Niall said, defending your honor.

The sexual tension between you two was palpable, and Niall found it harder and harder to resist the temptation to kiss you.

You could visibly see him staring at your lips, but you realized that this wasn't the right moment.

With enough drunken courage, you dared to say the sentence that would change your friendship forever.

"How far is your place from here?"

Before he knew it, you were both outside, the cool night air hitting you two as you stumbled towards an Uber. Niall's hand found its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You didn't protest, instead leaning into his touch, your own hands gripping his shoulders. The ride felt like an eternity, as you tried to take your hands away from him but you couldn't.

When you reached Niall's apartment, the moment of truth arrived. Niall hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been one for casual hookups, but he couldn't deny these feelings stirring inside his chest. And the way you looked at him with those dark, longing eyes made him lose all reason.

Without another word, Niall pulled the reader into his apartment and closed the door behind them.

You leaned towards the wall as you tried to untie the strings of your heels.

Niall closed the distance between you and whispered to you.

"Let me."

He slowly bends and unties the wraps around your legs. You look down, thinking this is the most sexiest thing anyone has down for you. Once he was done, you lift his chin up to connect your eyes back to his.

"I need to know what we're about to do isn't a mistake. I don't to be a regret."

Niall got up, hovering as his hand leaned over you as your back laid flat to the wall.

"You will never be a regret. I want this, and I want you... more than you know."

Without hesitation, your lips crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss, hands roaming each other's bodies with urgency. The heat between the two of you was electric, as the desire for each other reached a fever pitch.

Niall's hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he whispered against your lips, "You're mine, baby girl."

Your breath hitched at his words, and found yourself melting into Niall's embrace. His hands traveled to the back of your dress, trying to find your zipper as you tried unbuckling his pants.

You both staggered upstairs half dressed as you landed onto his bed. His piercing blue eyes try to memorize every part of your skin. All was left was your underwear and Niall had to resist from tearing it straight off your body. He uses his finger to drag down the little material and trailed it down your legs.

He released a breath, sitting up a bit. He combs his fingers through your hair and kisses you softly. You melt under his hot touch as you closed your eyes. Niall hastily undresses himself soon he finds his hands on your waist, steadying you on top of him.

You gasp as you began to feel him within you. His hands hold you tighter as you began to have a steady rhythm.

"God, you're fuckin''- perfect." Niall huffs out.

You smirked down at him as you bite your bottom lip.

"I can say the same about you..." you teased.

Niall became undone with your words. Your confidence, your beauty, and damn that luscious body - all he could see was stars.

You thought the same about him: the way he held you so tenderly and how his eyes looked up to you like you were a goddess.

You both wished that the night wouldn't end.

By the end, you two were breathless (almost lifeless too.) You laid down next to him, placing a hand on Niall's heaving chest.

"Next time, you're on top." You said, catching your breath.

Niall looks over at you with a twinkle in his eye.

"Next time?" He asks.

"Well, we'll just see by morning." You said, knowing he's teasing you as you're already sinking in the pillow next to him.

His hands glue back to your side as he pulls you in.

"Oh, you'll like what I have planned," he said before you two drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you felt light-headed as you turned around to meet Niall. He was nowhere to be found. You thought he somehow left for work but you were gladly wrong when you saw him coming in shirtless, holding a tray of breakfast and drinks.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted coffee or juice, so I made both." Niall said, walking towards the bed and laid the breakfast tray on the mattress.

You smile , holding the blanket over your chest as you sat up.

"It's definitely a coffee morning." You said, grabbing the mug.

"Wanted treat my baby girl." he said as he grabbed the other glass, taking a sip.

"Thank you Ni, you're definitely the sweetest man I ever met." You said, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

His cheeks grew red by your action, so he took your free hand and kissed it.

"I want to spend these mornings with you, and hopefully to be with you if you'd like to." He asks, his heart slightly thumping as he awaits your answer.

You place the coffee down by his nightstand and turn to him, smiling like you're lovesick.

"I'd like that very much." You said, as you two began to kiss and laid down on the bed.

Let's just say the breakfast Niall just made was long forgotten.

[yukidragon]

I love to hear more of your headcanons on Bo in Mafia AU! Also what would happen if Bo's puppy doesn't want to be his in that AU?

It's been a while since I touched on the Mafia AU hasn't it? And that was before I created my version of Bo's puppy, Barbie too. This ask does make me wonder how their interaction might go in this AU.

In the main universe, Barbie's attraction towards Bo, at least at the start, was pretty shallow, all things considered. He was more like a fun adult toy that she grew fond of until eventually that fondness grew into genuine love. It's hard to blame her though, since he quite literally is a toy. She pretty much treated him like many people treat AI bots - a fun diversion, but nothing to take seriously. It was only when he forced her to realize that his feelings are just as real as hers that she truly saw him as a person.

Barbie is a self-proclaimed misanthrope. She's not fond of humanity in general. She can't stand noisy places or being in crowds. It takes a while for her to warm up to people, which leaves her with few people she cares about outside of her immediate family. It's also why she's very fierce if someone hurts her family. Fictional relationships were the closest thing she was interested in when it came to romantic or sexual pursuits.

In the Mafia AU, Bo is an actual human being, even if he's got some pretty distinct canine features. More than that, he's a wise guy working for a mafia boss (Jack); not really someone who is safe for normal people to get involved with. Add in Barbie's default mistrust of people, and Bo in this universe is going to have a steep uphill battle to overcome in order to win his puppy's heart.

Since I've started fleshing out the King family more, it would be good to reexamine their roles in this Aphrodesia-influenced AU, don't you think? It'll be especially interesting to consider how they'll react to Alice being kidnapped by a human trafficking ring, and the scars that incident left behind on her when she finally sees them again.

Content warnings: this post will contain mentions of violence, torture, human trafficking, SA, drugs, and sex. Overall I'll try to keep any uncomfortable descriptions to a minimum, and ramp up the spice where I can. Remember, Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, DachaBo, and Aphrodesia are all stories for Adults Only. NSFW elements will be touched on!

Traffic Stop

The broad strokes of the AU are basically the same as from the first post. Alice and her family originally lived a normal, happy life, far and away from the crime-invested city of St. Valen's. She and Ian grew up as childhood friends. Things seemed to be going down the same route it did in the regular universe, with puppy love developing between them that might turn into something more.

The divergence happened when they were both still in high school. There was a person going around their school, looking for acting talent. It was somewhat shady. Alice wasn't sure about going, but Ian wanted, no, needed to seize the opportunity to achieve his dream. The talent scout remarked that he had a nice face, both of them did. They would go far. They just had to audition.

It was flattery that Ian couldn't resist.

Of course Ian's mom wasn't going to let him do such a thing, so they had to sneak out. Ian didn't want to risk his mom finding out from her parents, so he convinced Alice to lie to her parents that they'd be out with friends.

As you might suspect already, this audition was a trap sprung by human traffickers. They pick young and vulnerable people who look like they can't fight back, lure them someplace isolated, nab them, and ship them off someplace to be sold for, well, less than savory purposes. While initially both of them were caught in the trap, Alice managed to help Ian escape.

Ian's greatest regret was that he ran away, that he didn't stay to rescue Alice like she did him. Even though she told him to run, to get help, Ian still felt like a coward. It was made worse when by the time he returned with authorities, the traffickers were already gone.

Needless to say, this incident still haunts Ian to the present day, crushing him under the weight of his guilt.

This incident replaces the cheating Ian does in the main universe, and Alice being trafficked replaces the SA incident she went through. While Alice mercifully didn't get SA'd during the trafficking, she was a victim of a "red room" after being taken and sold in St. Valen's. A "red room," for those unaware, is a type of livestream on the dark web, where innocent victims are tortured according to an audience's bids.

I won't go into detail about all the horrors Alice experienced, since the scars speak for themselves. Fortunately, she managed to be clever and lucky enough to escape. Luckier still, she managed to stumble into a member of the Sunny Family, and said family just happened to have a vendetta against the gang that was behind the trafficking.

St. Valens is full of people who showed up out of nowhere, and others who don't ask or care where they came from. There's plenty of corruption, people looking the other way, and shady deals going on. The Sunny Family might be relatively better than most crime families, but at the end of the day, they're pretty shady. They helped her out by rescuing her, even paying her hospital bills and taking her under their wing, so now she owed them.

Alice could contact her family, have them pay back her hefty debt... or she, now an 18 year old adult, could do some favors for the family. Her medical bills were insane - St. Valen's isn't exactly kind to the less fortunate when it comes to medical care - it would bankrupt her family.

It was a classic hustle, presenting a vulnerable person like Alice with potentially devastating consequences, or an out by someone who is wearing a kind and smiling face. I'm inclined to have that representative of kindness from the family be Mama Shine, who was so kind and empathetic, just wanting to help Alice after she went through so much. Working for them wouldn't be that big a deal, especially since they were the ones who rescued her and all the other trafficking victims...

That's the classic Sunny Family con. They smile, act kind, extend their gloved hands to help, offering salvation to poor souls down on their luck. They are then indebted to the family. They need the family. Alice needed a prescription of drugs that they could give to her regularly for all her pain, far cheaper than the healthcare system would.

Shine had taken an interest in Alice, helping her while she was rehabilitated in the hospital. She could've been the one who Alice ran into that night when bloody and desperate for help. Shine is so caring, just like Alice's mother, having that same warm motherly aura. So trustworthy and kind...

It was a far less violent trap that ensnared Alice a second time into this world of crime, but this time she didn't realize the cage was around her, or that she couldn't leave it, until she was in far, far too deep. Her vulnerability was exploited, and she signed a contract that she shouldn't.

The King family were so relieved when Alice finally contacted them... but confused when she told them she couldn't go home. She was receiving medical treatment and needed to stay in the city, and she had debts to pay...

Naturally, her family isn't going to take this without a fight. The King family immediately took a road trip to St. Valen's to see Alice at the hospital.

Lycoris is a fierce mama bear, and she was enraged when Alice was kidnapped, doing everything in her power to find her baby. So despite Shine acting kind and friendly, she was ready to throw down from the word go. Lycoris is a small lady, but she can be very scary, though, sadly, not as scary as an entire crime family.

None of the King family were happy with what had happened to Alice, the debt she had to repay, or that she had already signed a deceptively scary contract. However, the Sunny Family is the most dangerous crime family in the city for a reason, and the King family were in over their heads.

Not that the King family knew they were facing a crime family. The Sunny Family has a reputation to uphold after all. They're a family-run business. Many details were left out or unspoken, all to hide what was really going on behind their squeaky clean image.

The King family did involve the legal system, but that was a failure. The Sunny Family owns the police in St. Valen's. The police just informed them that everything was legal, Alice is an adult who can make her own choices, and there's no better family to work for than the Sunny Family. Plus, Alice was going to need the drug they provided for the rest of her life, so wasn't this a sweet deal anyway? They should just feel grateful that she was rescued. Not a lot of trafficked teens are...

In the end, the King family was powerless, and Alice became a member of the Sunny Family with a debt that seemed never ending.

Barbie vs the World

Needless to say, Barbie was pretty much spitting nails about the whole thing. Even if the Sunny Family was putting on a smiling face and rescued her older sister, so generously providing Alice with needed medical treatment for the foreseeable future, she raged against the entire situation. Unfortunately, being a teen younger than 18 at the time, she was left with a feeling helpless and frustrated. She raged at her parents for "giving up" on bringing Alice home safely even though they didn't have a choice.

Naturally, with Barbie not being the biggest fan of the Sunny Family, she's going to be wary of anyone working for them. Bo has quite the reputation in the city of St. Valens as their enforcer, so he's got quite a steep uphill climb to take if he wants to earn his puppy's love.

Barbie was already the type to play fast and loose with laws, and this entire affair killed all faith she had in the justice system. In the main universe, she's a programmer and hacker. In this universe, she focused more on the hacking aspect. She snuck behind her parents' back, doing very illegal things online to get more money to pay back the debt to the Sunny Family and free her big sister.

So, years later, while Alice gained experience in the Sunny Family as a sniper, Barbie became a skilled hacker, going by many aliases online. By her early/mid-twenties, she used a particular handle when making things difficult for the Sunny Family - Clown Killer. She became quite notorious among the Sunny Family, and a thorn in their side online.

Of course, Barbie had to prioritize not getting caught above any victory. If the Sunny Family knew that she was the one making things hard for them, it would put Alice in danger. Her primary focus with her hacking and other shady dealings online was to get money to repay the debt, but whenever they would just miss repaying the full amount, or something else tacked onto it to keep Alice in that debt, Barbie couldn't help but want to vent her frustrations as Clown Killer.

Barbie has learned quite a lot about the members of the Sunny Family, but could never quite gather enough evidence that would convict any of its bigger members. Their reputation was so squeaky clean. She especially had an axe to grind against Shine, who never once lost that "sweet and gentle" motherly aura while making it clear to her all those years ago that Alice wouldn't be coming home. She knew behind that sweet smile was a ruthless criminal, but she could never peel back that smiling mask to expose the truth.

The King parents are trying all they can to help Alice, saving up money on their side. They visit the city as often as they can to see her and offer support. If one of them could've taken her place, they would, but with Alice needing regular medical treatment from the city, and Shine taking a shine to her in particular... she was going to be stuck in the city no matter what.

Plus, there are other children in the King family who needed their parents too, Coraline especially. She also needed medical treatments... treatment that the Sunny Family offered to provide. In spite of the protests of her parents about adding to the debt, Alice wanted to help her little sister. Besides, the Sunny Family were treating her well... right?

Well, Alice insisted they did. Her family was already worried enough without knowing how how her job's "duties" slowly became a bit more involved over time, a bit more violent, and a lot more bloody.

Barbie did learn of some of the things Alice was hiding from them because of her hacking, and it infuriated her that her big sis was hiding secrets now too. Their parents told her to not worry about the debt, that it wasn't her responsibility, but fuck that! It's not Alice's responsibility either! She was the victim in all of this! The Sunny Family aren't a wholesome family running businesses, they're manipulative criminals, and Barbie is going to destroy them!

Although Barbie spends much of her time as a recluse, she does visit Alice in St. Valen's from time to time. It's how she crossed paths with a certain dog that the Sunny Family keeps on a tight leash.

The Sunny Family's Hunting Dog

As mentioned before, Bo is working for the Sunny Family as Jack's right hand man. He's an enforcer who enjoys his job. He especially enjoys the thrill of the chase, hunting down a target before brutalizing them up close and personal with his fists and fangs. Of course, he also knows how to handle a gun as well as a few other weapons. He also knows some unconventional means to torture someone if need be.

Bo has excellent hacking skills of his own, as a nod to his AI counterpart in the main universe, but he prefers to get hands on with his target whenever possible. He's aware of the hacker Clown Killer that's giving the Sunny Family some headaches, but they always evade his attempts to catch them in cyberspace, much to his frustration. They become something of a rival, his white whale that he's eager to conquer once and for all.

Not only does Bo have a lust for violence, he's also a very, very horny dog. He has slept around quite a lot, though his relationships never last. He never quite connects with anyone. He gets mistaken for only having a talent for senseless violence, the dumb muscle of the gang who is also is some good eye candy, when he's a lot smarter than his wild behavior might imply. There's a reason why he's Jack's second in command after all...

Alice intrigues Bo, simply because of how Jack is practically obsessed with her. In many ways, Jack is a rival of Bo's, being his "master" who he wants to one day be free of. Seeing Jack bend over backwards to win the heart of just some random sucker who got sweet talked into debt confuses the hell out of him. He wants to know what it is about Alice that draws Jack in... and if he can use that to his advantage.

Alice isn't a fan of Bo's constant teasing, and she hates the nickname of "squeaky toy" that he uses for her. It's in reference to how he loves to sneak up on her and startle her, causing her to squeak in surprise. Bo is really good at sneaking up on his prey, so her reaction is pretty fun.

Still, no matter how many times Bo pops in on Alice unexpectedly, he doesn't quite see what draws Jack in. Sure, she's surprisingly soft despite this hard life of crime, which is a novelty, but it's not something special. She's attractive, sure, but there's plenty just as attractive as her, if not more. He wants to dig deeper, interrogate her more, maybe even seduce her, but whenever he pushes just a little too far, Jack pulls on his metaphorical leash. Hard.

The intrigue keeps Bo coming back to ruffle Alice's feathers despite the risk. It's also why he suddenly pops up at Alice's place while Barbie is visiting one day.

Barbie is surprisingly tall compared to Alice, but Bo can see and smell the family blood between them. She's got these eyes that stand out - both of them blue and brown at the same time. She also has this cutting stare like she wants to carve open his guts. It's actually hilarious that a powderpuff from the suburbs could think she has a chance at even leaving a scratch on an alpha like him. It intrigues him enough to have a little fun teasing her as well.

Barbie shuts down Bo's flirting instantly. It trips him up a bit, as Bo knows he's a good looking guy. He's not used to being turned down in such a harsh manner, especially by someone as powerless as a puppy. He'd be offended if it wasn't so ridiculous.

When Barbie learns that Bo works with Alice, and as such is part of the Sunny Family, her dislike turns into outright hostility. She's not even hiding it either, though Alice rushes in to keep the conversation more or less civil.

After leaving the apartment, Bo decided to case the place until Barbie left. He wanted to tease her a little, scare this spoiled little pampered suburban pet before she barks at someone big and nasty who is more than ready to bite back. Despite his attempts to intimidate her, Barbie didn't even flinch, even when he made a subtle threat, just to see how she would react. Not even that shook her resolve. In fact, she warned him that if he hurt Alice, hell would feel like a sunny vacation spot compared to what she would do to Bo and the rest of the damned Sunny Family.

The threat tickled Bo instead of intimidating him, and Barbie fumed at the way he laughed her off.

It was in that exchange that Bo found himself a new toy to tease. He called Barbie puppy whenever he encountered her. She barked big, but she had no idea just how tiny and helpless she really was compared to him in his eyes. It was cute really, and he found great delight in teasing her.

However, though Bo was amused by their banter, Barbie was anything but. His teasing just made her hate him all the more.

A Hungry Dog

Over time Bo's attraction towards Barbie grows. He stops flirting with Alice, though he still teases her, mostly to learn more about Barbie and how he might win Barbie over. He feels less satisfied with the people he sleeps around with, thinking of Barbie more. He even starts imagining that it's her he's sleeping with, which kills the moment for him and leaves him feeling unfulfilled and horny.

At some point during this, Bo finds out the identity of the infamous Clown Killer. It's surprising, but so fitting that he can't help but laugh when he realizes it's none other than his puppy. My, my, such a naughty puppy too, getting up to so much mischief. It'd be a shame to let anyone else know. Then he wouldn't be able to play with her more.

It's that realization that his greatest rival is the woman who has been intriguing him that turns his attraction into downright obsession. Bo wants to conquer Barbie in every sense of the word, tame this wild puppy and make her whimper and beg for his loving touch.

Bo has obscene fantasies about the various ways he can conquer and tame Barbie. It's the more extreme side of the lines from the game, where he wants her on his leash, to be at his beck and call, ready for him whenever he wants her. (Which quickly becomes all the time, really. The man is so horny he makes Jack seem reserved.) He wants her always by his side, in his lap, hot and whining for him, begging him to take her in every one of her pretty little holes like the dirty puppy he knows that she really is. He wants to make her see that she's powerless before him and beg him to take her, to protect her. Only he can have her.

Unfortunately for Bo, Barbie isn't someone who is turned on by a self-proclaimed alpha asshole who teases her just because he's good looking and desires her. Every time he tries to proposition her or seduce her, he gets rejected, much to his increasing frustration.

It brings out Bo's yandere side more and more. He tries different schemes to win Barbie over. He would use his power and influence to impress her, make her see how much he can provide for her. He tries to show off how good looking he is, entice her to at least want his body if nothing else.

Barbie doesn't want any of it. She knows there are strings attached to anything Bo offers her. The only thing she wants is for the Sunny Family to let Alice go and never, ever bother her or the rest of their family ever again.

Sadly, that's the one thing Bo can't influence with his pull, even if he was willing to let Barbie go. Jack isn't ever going to let Alice go. Worse, he can't even pretend he's going to try and separate them, not when Alice starts dating Jack.

Barbie doesn't buy that Alice is happy with Jack. She doesn't buy Jack's super nice and generous millionaire sweetheart from a sappy romance novel schtick. After everything she's gone through to save her sister from that damn Sunny Family, there's no way Barbie is just letting Alice stay with them.

Jack is just another smiling liar, just like his mother Shine who talked Alice into signing that contract in the first place.

Bo can use this hatred for Jack though. He can try to show Barbie that he's on her side, that while he works for Jack, that doesn't mean he wants to stay a part of the Sunny Family.

In spite of Barbie's hatred, she did have encounters with Bo where he showed his softer side. St. Valen's is a dangerous place, especially for someone who has never killed before. Barbie resents being in Bo's debt even as she's grateful when he saves her life. Bo had Barbie squares away this debt with dates, which she very reluctantly accepted with the stipulation that he never touches her unless she explicitly gives him permission.

On these dates, Bo tries taking a play from Jack's book and acting more polite, more gentle with Barbie. It doesn't win her over, since she doesn't trust it, but she's not as openly hostile. Barbie also uses these dates as an attempt to sneak info on the sly that she could use against the family. It's kind of cute to Bo, that she thinks she's so slick, but she's a lot better at hiding her real motives online than she is in person. She has such a lousy poker face.

But it's cute too that she doesn't hide her real feelings. The more time Bo spends with Barbie, the more he wants her. Her scent is so appealing, so delicious. He wants to nibble on her skin, or at least get just a little lick. It's almost like she was made to drive him crazy. She's so fierce, so loyal to her family, and so in over his head. The small moments that he gets in past her walls where she softens to him, just a little, oh that makes his hope burn brighter, hotter.

Still, for every step closer he takes, something seems to pull them apart again. Usually that something is Bo and the criminal life he lives with the Sunny Family.

Puppy Love

Before Bo realizes it, he is helplessly in love, completely obsessed. It's Jack who infuriatingly points out to him that Barbie has become his weakness. Despite Bo insistence on being a lone wolf that doesn't need anybody, he is desperate to make Barbie, that grumpy barking puppy, his mate.

Which works in Jack's favor. After all, if Alice's family gets closer to his family, then she won't ever want to leave. He can also have Bo indebted to him for helping Bo win over the untamed heart of Barbie.

Barbie isn't going to make it easy for Bo, even with Jack's help. Like Alice, Barbie is on the aroace spectrum. She has to trust Bo in order to start developing real feelings for him, and it's going to take a lot of effort to get her to trust him.

Also, Barbie is the type to take charge. In the main universe, she's the one who holds Bo's leash. He might be the alpha dog, but he bows down at her feet. I imagine until she can feel secure in her dominance over Bo and trust that his love for her is stronger than his allegiance to the Sunny Family, she's not going to feel anything remotely close to attraction when it comes to him.

Still, Barbie and Bo are one of my ships, and it'd be a shame if they didn't eventually sail, even in this darker AU. It's just going to be a very slow burn.

It'll burn even slower if Bo gives in to his frustration and yandere impulses to force his puppy to stay with him. Only by rolling over and showing his soft belly will he stand a chance of seeing Barbie's softer side as well.

A bad end to their storyline would no doubt be Bo forcing Barbie to be his, through blackmail, debt, or both. Even in that situation, she wouldn't simply just submit. Trying to overpower her isn't going to win Barbie's love. Instead it'll just make her bear her fangs and fight back even more. The harder he forces her, the more desperately she fights, and the closer he pushes them both to their mutual destruction.

Of course, I'm a sucker for happy endings. So while Barbie isn't going to make it easy for Bo, I do like the idea that in spite of everything, Bo manages to slowly show her there's more to him than a blood-thirsty, horny killer. He's someone who loves deeply, is loyal, and would do anything to please her. His love for her is more real and pure than anything else he found in the city of St. Valen's, and despite all his dreams of becoming top dog, there's nothing he wants more than to be loved by his puppy.

Bo might hate to be on a leash, but he'll find it's not so bad when Barbie is the one holding onto it instead of Jack. In fact, when she's confidently in charge, she'll be a lot more inclined to reward her big bad alpha dog with some treats.

Oh, and naturally, Bo wouldn't be Bo without his breeding/seeding fetish. Once he and Barbie finally get together, he's going to want to knock her up immediately with his pups. He never gave serious thought about having kids before, but that's only because he never found someone he wanted as his mate before. He really hopes the pups his puppy gives him will have her pretty heterochromatic eyes.

I think we can wrap things up there for now. I hope you enjoyed another visit to this multi-crossover mafia AU. Let me know if you want to hear even more about this AU or any of my other story ideas and characters.

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The wind and the leaf p.4

Sanemi x reader w.1k

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p1. p.3- p5

We found ourselves in the peaceful embrace of an inn. I made my way over to request a room, leaving you by the front entrance.

However, as fate would have it, there was only one room available. Hah.

A single room with a single queen bed.

What the hell? How can this lousy inn be that busy?

I felt my face flush once again at the implication that we'd be sharing a room, let alone a bed. I turned to look back at you by the doorway. With your spectacular hearing, I'm sure you already know the situation.

What my eyes saw caused my stomach to do flips. You look away abashedly, your ears twinged with pink.

This was for the better.

I made my way over to you and as if you hadn't heard-

"Uh, it looks like there's only one room left," I stated, shifting nervously at what you might say. Your eyes never reach mine.

"O-Oh... I see," you replied softly, your voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. Your eyes look downcasted, head cocked to the side, and the tips of your ears seem to flush that much more with me confirming it.

"We could ask if they have another room at a different inn... but it's late, and we're both exhausted..."

You nodded, gaze fixed on the floor, clearly lost in thought. After a moment of silence that seemed to stretch into eternity, you looked up at me, eyes locked, seeming to grow the confidence that temporarily escaped you.

I couldn't help the slight grin that came to my face from your flustered reaction. It felt like I was finally getting somewhere with you. I decided to do everything I could to keep us here.

Before I could say anything more, you opened your mouth.

"If-if you don't mind, we could... share the room," you murmured, cheeks still flushed. I just couldn't stop staring at your face.

You didn't even show Rengoku this flushed side to you, but I quickly pushed the thought out of my head, not wanting to spoil this image of you.

Surrounded by the inn's cozy ambiance, I could almost picture this as our future home. And you, as my wife, looking up to me with that flushed look on your face.

Telling me to hurry up and come to bed.

That was quite a look you were sporting on your face.

The dirty thoughts soon came rolling in out of nowhere, and I quickly averted my eyes from you.

My heart soared at a pace that was way too quick for comfort. I was almost positive you heard it.

"I-I don't mind at all," I replied, attempting to sound nonchalant, even though I was fucking stuttering. How are you able to disarm me so quickly in only seconds.

We took the key from the innkeeper and made our way to the room, me following a few feet behind you. As we entered, the air grew thick with tension and uncertainty upon seeing the bed.

You never know just how small a queen-sized bed can be 'til you're fixing to share it with someone. He was sure with his size, he could easily take up more than half of it.

Should he just sleep on the floor like a fuckin dog?

Glancing over to you, you also seemed to be thinking the same thing.

Your cheeks were a little rosy, and your ears still dusted pink. You didn't say a word, and I noticed just how close we were now standing. I wish I could just wrap my ar-.

"Uh, we should probably decide who gets the bed," you spoke up, voice cracking ever so slightly.

I couldn't help but feel a little prideful that you seemed to be so flustered and cute from the thought of staying here.

Beat that, you damn hot-head.

I didn't mean to keep staring. It must've made you uncomfortable. Your eyes were shifting around, seeming to try to look at anything but me. "I um… you can have the bed," you seemed to answer your own question, eyes still not meeting mine. So cute. I couldn't resist seizing the opportunity to tease her, a smirk fixing on my lips. "Well, aren't you generous? Giving up the bed for lil ol me," I teased, voice dripping with playfulness. Your eyes widened, cheeks now flushed a dark red. This is so new for you. How would this not egg me on?

"I-It's just the right thing to do… for someone who's exhausted…" you stammered, words barely audible. I've seen so many new sides of you today.

Was it the tension from before? Were your thoughts in a different place like his? He wasn't going to let go of this so easily now that he finally was getting somewhere with you.

I chuckled, feeling a warmth bloom within him. This was the first time I had seen her flustered, and I found it utterly captivating.

Taking a step closer, I leaned in, voice low and filled with teasing affection.

My mouth inches from your ear, my breath brushing against your neck. I see you flinch. I blow on your ear.

"You know, you're quite adorable when you get flustered,"

I see your eyes open a little wider, mouth opening slightly as if you wanted to respond, but no words came out. Instead, you gaped at me like a fish.

You're finally the one short-circuiting instead of me.

You stared at me bewildered, composure temporarily shattered.

I couldn't suppress my laughter any longer, a genuine and warm sound filling the room. I felt a surge of affection for the sight in front of me and this serene and stoic girl who had managed to capture my heart without even trying.

You finally looked away, grumbling about how immature I was. I poked your squishy cheeks, doting on how cute you were. You were attempting to swat at my hand.

In the midst of me teasing you and poking your cheek, we began to settle into the realization that we were going to be spending the night together.

The moon glowed gently through the window as I stared into your eyes. You looked like you expected me to say something. I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, there was a knock at the door.

p1. p.3- p5

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Shatter your heart - al haitham x reader

warnings; reader is scaramouches sister, kinda out of character al haitiam idk 😓, slight cursing, pov might change, angst no comfort. (character count; 6.2k)

You were created by the electro archon herself as a heartless puppet for one of her botched experiments before being set aside. You've been traveling around Teyvat for many centuries before settling down in Sumeru to attend the Akademiya. You were savvy, of course, considering how long you had been skulking around here. Since your brother was a well-known wanderer and the only person you truly had, you were respected at the Akademiya and sort of thought of as an outcast. Given that you couldn't really understand people or their emotions, you usually ended up lashing out on them so you two chose to avoid them.

But one day, a certain scribe made the decision to try and alter that. You two ran into each other and you ended up dropping your books. He then asks a question as he handed you your belongings, "I think I've seen you around before. What's your name?" Was he genuinely speaking to you? This made you freeze.

“Don't talk to me again, or I'll fucking shatter your heart into pieces.” Your piercing gaze caught his as you instantly snatched up your books and raced away, such a strange girl, he thought.

At the city's Tavern is where you guys had your second encounter. He stepped in viewing the area as if it was new gazing at the fancy dimmed lights as he heard people laughing loudly and the sound of glasses clinking together. The air smelt of weed and beer, oh how he hates those smells, why did he even come here.. he thought, sighing and putting a hand through his hair. He proceeded to find empty seats for him and his roomie. After a few drinks he spotted you, leaving Kaveh to go say hello since he'd had enough of his babbling. He would rather have a few beers with you instead.

He made the choice to approach you after the boy sitting next to you (he later on discovered that was your brother) has left. You turned around after he lightly touched you on the shoulder. “What exactly did I tell you? I warned you not to speak to me once again. My god you people never listen...” You whispered the final phrase before turning away and completing your drink. This shocked him—was there really someone resisting the scribe? no way. (yes way) Despite the fact that all he got in return was you rolling your eyes at him, he still made an effort to strike up a conversation with you. When he saw the person sitting next to you was coming back, he quit trying and went back to his roommate, where he listened to him continuing his ramble about his life for the fifteenth time today.

The third meeting went off without a hitch. You two shared the same major and since there was a project everyone needed a partner. He saw this as an opportunity to pursue a relationship with you. He rushed over to you as everyone was leaving the lecture. “Hey y/n.” you whirled around.

“What's up scribe?” you said so casually. Unusually (and very rarely), you were in a pleasant mood, which always leads to strange choices on your part. "Would you be interested in working with me on this project? In the end, the professor said, it was necessary.” Normally, you would team up with your brother but you thought it wouldn't hurt to try something different. “Sure," you said and gave him your phone “Give me your number so that we can text each other.”

“Wow, moving out of your comfort zone for once, I see?” he said and smirked. When he was done putting his number in, you grumbled and immediately grabbed your phone back since you didn't want to talk to him any longer before you regretted it.

He reasoned that you two ended up becoming friends and began chatting more even after the project was completed. You were introduced to his roommate, the one and only Kaveh. You two got along "fine," in his opinion. While you two collaborated to annoy him whenever you had the chance.

Even though you kept making these friends, your sense of emptiness persisted. What a liar you are, you managed to convince everyone, including your own brother that you were content with your new so called friends, that you were at peace, and that you finally felt like you belonged. Feeling compelled to spend time with them all the time and being exhausted all the time you switched it up for once. Making yourself the puppeteer, not wanting to be the fool, so you played him instead.

Al Haitham was blinded, but he didn't care because he eventually developed feelings for you. Why? because you were stunning you received compliments quite frequently however you brushed them off. You were also gifted beyond belief, someone of rare skill. How could he not fall for you?

He imagined that you guys were having fun while conversing and hanging out in your dorm. He proceeded to say what was lingering on his mind for the last couple days. “Hey, can I tell you something?”

“Hmph, go ahead, you can tell me anything, scribe." You approached him and placed your arm on the chair he was seated on. He deadpanned, "I like you.” Your eyes widened as your mind began to scream at you. This was the one time in your entire life that you genuinely experienced regret and guilt. Your stomach dropped, well fuck this. He was the loveliest boy ever, you had to admit. Why are you feeling this way right now if you played him? After gazing at him for at least 30 seconds without saying a word, you finally started to snap the fuck out of it. These were the consequences of your own actions y/n go and harden your imaginative heart again you thought. Finally coming back to reality after all you decided to do this in the first place. You then laughed “Oh my dear scribe,” you said sickly as you went in closer.

“I warned you the first time I’d shatter your heart into pieces.”

At that point, he understood that the own puppet had played him for a fool throughout the entire ordeal. “You had been anticipating this the whole time, hadn't you?” he retorted. Oh, you could see he was angry by his tone, no matter how hard he tried to cover it. You chuckled. “Bingo! You eventually put those skills to use, dear scribe!” Your words laced with poison as you applauded for him. He should have taken your word the first time. You chuckled as his teeth grinded together as he balled his hands into fists. “What exactly did I tell you throughout our meetings? God, you humans never pay attention.” you said and then left his life as quickly as you entered it.

notes; this is my first actual fic ever so i hope it’s good lmao, i haven’t published anything before either so i don’t rlly know how tf this apps works pls bare w me 🙏

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Potential

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so anyway this is the general vibe......... if no ones interested i dont have to continue w it but i just had this vivid image in my head earlier today and i had to write it out

tw lady whumper, lady whumpee, classism, pet whump, implied auction of said pets, manipulation, mocking addiction (smoking), dehumanisation

"Ari!" Saccharine stopped when she heard the call, but didn't turn around. Instead she waited for the man to catch up to her, panting as if he'd run a mile to get there instead of a couple steps, watching him intently as he circled around and came to a stop in front of her.

That's what smoking does to you, I guess. Fucking disgusting.

She flashed the man a polite smile, hiding her disdain and impatience. "Myles. I didn't know you were coming. I would've waited for you."

"I wasn't going to," he said, trying to regain his composure and stop gulping down air like he'd just been drowned. "I wasn't, but then- then I saw that you were coming, at the last minute. And I knew I wasn't gonna be able to make the next show, so I wanted to have the opportunity to meet up again. Talk a bit."

Saccharine tilted her head to the side. There was a reason she didn't invite him to tag along, and she wished he would take a hint. Well, didn't matter. Myles was a little annoying, a little gross, but he was clearly obsessed with her - a trait she found quite enjoyable and sometimes even useful in people.

"Perfect. Well, let's talk then. I don't suppose you've met my Palmier yet." She didn't need to tug on the leash for the pet to do her thing, bowing so far down that her forehead touched the floor.

"Nice to meet you, Sir," she said softly, and Saccharine smiled. What a perfect thing she'd created from that atrocious first draft of a woman.

Myles' eyes went wide with shock. "Don't tell me- that's another new one! I swear, every time I see you, you've got a new pet to show off!"

"Oh, we barely see each other! What, once every six months?"

"Don't tell me you think fully training a pet in half a year isn't impressive." He crouched down and said his own hello, grabbing the pet by the chin as soon as she straightened her back enough. There was no resistance as he turned her head this way and that, examining the smooth skin. Not a scar visible. "How do you do it?" he asked in awe, and Saccharine chuckled.

"I would never tell." Myles was good for this. Flattery and adoration. "Get off the floor, they'll think you're a pet too. You'll get a collar soon, I can already see security approaching."

"Very funny." He did stand, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smile, no matter how hard he tried to fight against it. "Shall we go in, then?"

"I was certainly hoping we wouldn't be standing around here forever."

As soon as she started walking, the pet followed, crawling on all fours like she'd been taught. Saccharine kept the pace even and elegant, allowing the pet to keep up, yet not giving the impression that she was catering to her.

"Are you selling it?"

"Her." She cast him a warning glance, and he looked away, pretending to be looking for empty seats.

"That's what I meant," he said when it was clear the conversation wasn't going to go anywhere until he made some form of a correction. "Are you selling her?"

"Yes, I plan to. These shows are the best places to do it." She strolled over to an empty table, tying the leash to the designated little knob on the side. Myles sat down as well, resting his chin in his hand.

"What about the one you kept? Still got i- him, still got him?"

"We had to part ways, sadly." Saccharine gestured for one of the waiters, ordering one of the more expensive drinks. She saw Myles awkwardly scan the menu over and over to find something he could afford, so she couldn't just stick with some cheap imitation of a cocktail. She had to go all out, to make him squirm. To make him feel like he didn't belong.

Eventually, he told the waiter to please come back a bit later. He'd figure out what he wanted then. Everything just looked so good, he couldn't choose so suddenly.

Saccharine almost laughed in his face as he said it.

"Why don't you keep your little Palmier?" He nodded towards the pet, and she sighed.

"I don't like her that much. She'll be happy with another owner, and I'll be happy alone for a little while. One has to be able to enjoy one's own company."

"I bet you do," he muttered.

And I bet you have no idea what that's like. Has anyone ever enjoyed your company?

"What's going on with you?" she asked, knowing the answer was going to be the same as always.

"I can't find a place that thinks I'm a good enough partner in crime. But I don't get it- I have all this experience, I make all these connections at the shows-"

You make all these impressions on these rich fuckers, fumbling around with a menu for hours until you can find some cheap, three dollar wine. Always showing up without a pet and never buying anything. You've worn the same suit the last six times at the very least. You think they don't notice?

"I wouldn't want a partner in my business."

"You're different." He gestured towards the others before continuing in a lowered voice. "You're better. Compared to you, they have no idea what they're doing. It's only a matter of time before they get caught, and that's why they should hire a partner! To help avoid that!"

To snitch on them when they inevitably get caught sooner. Come on, Myles, you wouldn't survive a day, and we both know it. We all do.

"You'll have to start a business on your own eventually. You can't keep living on these loans." She thanked the waiter as he set down her drink, watching passively as he finally ordered the cheapest item off the entire menu. She wanted to stand up and leave. How embarrassing. "Once you're in these circles, you're either the buyer, the seller, or the product. You're definitely not buying anything any time soon. Which leaves you with two options."

He responded, said something irrelevant, but she only registered it as background noise. It did leave him with two options. And just as he wasn't about to buy anything, he wasn't in a place to be selling stuff either. It left him with one option.

She looked him up and down with fresh eyes, and for the first time, she saw potential. He was a disgusting smoker, but he wouldn't have a single chance to continue with that. He was annoying, but there was nothing a muzzle couldn't solve. She wished she hadn't been joking about the security staff earlier - if Myles had been mistaken for a pet and fitted with a temporary collar, she could've even seen how it'd look on him.

"I'm boring you again, aren't I?"

Saccharine looked back up into his eyes, her friendly smile widening. "Not at all. I haven't been this interested in quite a while, actually."

[httpiastri]

thinking about booksmart reader and streetsmart Clem again (because I am book smart-) and I’m just thinking about them being almost glued to each other in the paddock in such adoring and lovesick ways that it literally becomes a part of clems reputation and he’s just now a nerd who loves his girlfriend, and since she’s always a round she ends up getting roped into doing like promo videos and interviews and clem takes any chance he can to talk about how much he adores her and wouldn’t be here without her

loveeeee 🥺 i love this so much 🥺 book smart reader x streetsmart clem is such a good combo!!! this is very late because i started writing when you sent it in but then it got lost in my drafts..... i wrote it in second person, hope u don't mind !! and also there's this one thing that i put in and it's so stupid but i couldn't stop myself 😭 you'll know when you see it....... i will regret it and probably delete it in the morning but i haven't slept properly in weeks so im too tired for my own good

you and clement first met at a mutual friend's party one saturday night. he isn't one to turn down an opportunity for a good time, so it was a given that he'd come along when his friends asked him.

you, on the other hand, had a friend who deemed you to be in desperate need of some relaxation, not wanting to see you spend yet another saturday with your nose buried in your schoolwork. you had told her that you could relax with a good book in your own bed, but she dragged you along to a friend's house, saying that a little alcohol and dancing never hurt anyone.

as clem mingled around the packed living room, his eyes stuck to someone who stood out from the usual partygoers. you were seated on a couch, engrossed in a thick book that you'd hidden from your friend brought in your purse. clem's curiosity got the best of him, and he approached you to ask about the book. he didn't know a lot about literature, but there was something in the way your eyes sparkled and your smile grew when you spoke that made him want to listen to you talk about plot twists and character symbolism for years.

as the night wore on, the conversation seamlessly transitioned from books to other topics, and the two of you found out that you surprisingly had a lot of shared interests. when the music grew louder and the partypeople drunker, he offered you a quiet retreat to the empty balcony. there, under the starlit sky, your animated conversations continued. and when clem mentioned that he was a racing car driver, and you admitted that you were pretty nerdy about that too, you easily slipped into a deep discussion about strategies and tyre deg (im sorry).

chatting with each other was effortless. he made you feel giddy without any alcohol, and you made him feel a sort of calm he didn't usually experience during nights like these. it wasn't something either of you expected when walking into the party – but you were both more than happy it happened.

before the night was over, he couldn't resist asking for your number. you obviously agreed, and as you entered your digits into his phone, neither of you could help but feel that you'd stumbled upon something special amidst the party chaos.

you met up again just a few days later, and then started hanging out as frequently as you could. it was hard to balance your academic pursuits and clem's racing with your growing relationship, but you early on tried to make each other your priorities and make compromises so you could spend as much time together. and maybe that's why it was easy for you to fall for each other.

he quite soon started bringing you along to his races, wanting you to see the sport from a new perspective while also letting you see a new side of him. however, you didn't think he was that different when he was at the race track – but his friends and coworkers around the paddock saw a big difference in how clem was before and after he met you.

he'd grown into a lovestruck fool because of you, and he was not ashamed of it.

clem, once the embodiment of street smarts, had embraced this new chapter of his life with an open heart, wearing his affection for you like a badge of honor. he loved showing you off, talking about you, having you by his side; he wore his heart on his sleeve, and everyone thought it was adorable.

your relationship came with certain habits and rituals. when going to sleep the night before a race, clem would lie on top of you in the hotel bed, head resting on your chest as you'd got one hand brushing through his hair. your other hand would be resting on his back, holding a book you'd bought in a cute little bookstore nearby. your soothing voice reading the words on the pages would lull him into a sweet slumber, and it would be your way of helping him out as much as you could for the upcoming competition.

and before each race, you would steal a quiet moment alone with him in an empty corner of the truck. with his heart almost exploding from the affection, he'd look into your eyes and press a gentle kiss to your lips. "for luck," he'd whisper, his fingers brushing your cheek lightly as a blush crept onto them. your kisses were to him like the fuel was to his car, giving him the power to keep going. and no matter if he'd return after the race victorious or not, you'd rush into his arms, holding him tight and letting him know how proud you were.

and then there were the post-race interviews, where clem couldn't resist gushing about you. you'd become well known around the paddock and among fans for your bright spirits and the way you'd transformed your boyfriend, so it wouldn't be uncommon for you to be brought up in conversations or questions. his eyes would light up, and he'd say "i owe it all to her. she's my good luck charm, my biggest inspiration". the racing community watched in awe as the formerly tough driver turned into a soft-spoken romantic, his love for you shining brighter than any trophy.

also i got this thought about how clem loves to take pictures of you reading because he can go back and look at them whenever he's away and the pics just make him calm when he misses you 🥺

[backmaskedliedermacher]

In Memoriam David Crosby

Just heard from a friend that David Crosby has passed. He's… an easier man to mourn than he was to live with, apparently. Some people are like that. More loveable dead than alive. It can't be easy to be one of those sorts of people. I'm sure all kinds of people he hurt and fucked over will be writing heartfelt and possibly equivocal tributes and remembrances.

Because he was brilliant and he was a genius and he was entitled and an asshole and traumatized and deeply, deeply fucked up in so many ways. Like the man literally deserved to die long before he actually did. It's well-known. He burned through a liver drinking and they gave him another one even though he didn't deserve one. Everyone knows it, he probably knew it. I don't know for sure. There's a movie about him I haven't seen.

In some way he was the most honest of the boomers, I think. Before everybody hated boomers, they hated Crosby, for the same reasons the boomers are the Awful Generation. (And yes it's not an age thing, boomer is a mindset, sometimes I act like a boomer, which is why I'm writing a eulogy to David Crosby now.) I still remember the first time I saw a T-shirt that said "Save the planet, kill a boomer", I still remember how much of a hard-on it gave me. I don't know what that says about me, but it definitely says something about me. I don't get hard-ons anymore and I'm glad. I got to transition. Just barely. I'm not sure I would have had the chance if I was a boomer. I mean yeah on the one hand it's "never too late" but it's a long long way from August to December, from 46 to 78. The days grow short when you reach September. That's what Kurt Weill and Maxwell Anderson said.

David Crosby, the guy who "grokked" Heinlein's repulsive misogynist take on polyamory and turned it into "Triad". David Crosby, who wrote "Almost Cut My Hair", a song about how long hair on guys was a symbol of political resistance and not queer at all actually. He was more than self-centered and arrogant - he was self-destructive. He knew it. He just couldn't quite figure out how not to be the asshole. As much as that's infuriating and pathetic, his total lack of empathy, I mean… at least he faced real, meaningful consequences. I like that. Most boomers don't.

His most assholish moments… I respect them in a weird way. He co-wrote Wooden Ships, about sailing off into the sunset leaving a wasted, ruined post-apocalyptic land behind. It was escapism. It was an abdication of responsibility. It's not too far off from the way I live my life. Someone, I forget who, you can find a cite if you like, once asked Crosby what about the people who didn't make it onto the ships. "Fuck 'em", he said. That was horrifying but it was honest. I don't know that Kantner would be that honest. I feel like Kantner maybe believed that the ships would have all the Best People, that it would be just and not be packed with privileged white people. Because sometimes "privilege" is just the difference between living and dying. Yeah, Crosby didn't deserve another liver. What was he supposed to do? Die because it would be "just" for him to do so? Somebody else could have had his liver. Somebody else deserved to live instead of him. Fuck 'em.

Croz. Desperate. Afraid. Oppositional. Defiant. He's a reflection of my own privilege, of my own unjustified, paranoid fear. It will always be part of me. I try to manage it better than he did. I have more opportunity, for all of his privilege, than he ever did. Chances he never had. The boomers were given the world and destroyed it, and those of us who follow in their wake have… what? I don't know. I don't have a word for it. Something, though. Something. My being, my existence, makes sense only now, in the Decline, the crepuscule, the approaching ruination of their world. Their cruelty, their callousness, emboldens me to renounce them, and their works, and their empty promises.

The song that means the most to me of his is "Laughing", from his solo debut If I Could Only Remember My Name. Here are the complete lyrics:

I thought I met a man Who said he knew a man Who knew what was going on

I was mistaken Only another stranger That I knew

And I thought that I'd found a light To guide me through My night and all this darkness

I was mistaken Only reflections of a shadow That I saw

And I thought I've seen someone Who seemed at last To know the truth

I was mistaken Only a child laughing In the sun

--

Did he actually understand? Did he realize the truth in the song? It's an old truth. The child is father of the man. Wordsworth. Van Dyke Parks. Fucking… David Clayton Thomas, right? The child laughing in the sun is the truth. That's the most we can ever know of the truth. I don't know. It took me a long time to understand that, but I understand it now. Did he? Does it matter? No. He was an asshole and he's dead now and it's a fucking great song.

Maybe David Crosby's name doesn't matter so much, but I remember it, I will remember it, as long as I live. His name is Cronos. He is the unrepentant monster who devours his own children, and we are the children who burst forth from his stomach. The day is cold and clear. I'm laughing. Why am I laughing? Because I fucking love being alive.

[elliaze]

To love again

A/N: So the second part of She’s on my mind is here! I wrote it to SYML-The Dark, so you can play it. I love that song, and I think it’s really fitting for Marc and the reader. It was supposed to be very heartbreaking angst, but I couldn’t do it, because Marc deserve some love.

Pairing: Marc Spector x fem!reader

Warnings: a little angst in the beginning, but there is a lot of love and fluff, few swears

Summary: Y/N comes to Marc and they talk. 

Word Count: 1700+

PART ONE

MASTERLIST

Y/N had been standing outside the familiar door for a good few minutes, wondering what she should do. The last time she had found herself in this flat had not ended too well. And actually Y/N didn't quite understand that and every time she remembered her argument with Marc, she couldn't find anything wrong with her behaviour. The truth was that she soon realised that their argument was just an excuse, and today's phone call only confirmed it. 

She sighed heavily and finally pulled a spare key from her pocket. She put it in the lock, turned it, and after a while she found herself inside the flat. She looked around, checking to see if anything had changed in the few days. Everything was just as she remembered, and even the frame with their picture together was standing, just as before, on one of the bookcases. The only thing new were the empty liquor bottles.

“Marc?” Y/N called out quietly, hoping he heard her. She resisted the urge to go deeper into the flat, but eventually took a few steps forward until Marc emerged from behind one of the bookshelves. She smiled softly, but immediately noticed the state Marc was in. Dark circles under his eyes were nothing new, but this time he looked more tired than ever before. The dishevelled hair and those familiar brown eyes almost immediately made her knees buckle. Her heart beat harder, and she realised how much she missed his presence. 

“Y/N” he whispered in shock. “You're here.” 

“I promised you, Marc. Did you think I wouldn't show up?”

“Honestly?” He asked, and she nodded. “That's exactly what I feared,” Marc took a step towards her, but quickly stopped and looked at her uncertainly. “How did you get here?”

“By Uber” she started, but he quickly interrupted her. 

“I could have picked you up.”

“In your condition, you'd sooner be caught than get anywhere” Marc furrowed his forehead, and she pointed with her finger at the empty bottles. “You've been drinking, and I'd honestly rather you never got behind the wheel after drinking.”

Despite the argument, she was still worried about him and was coming to the conclusion that Marc hadn't expected this. Y/N knew that with everything that was going on in his life, he preferred to rely only on himself. He had trouble showing his emotions and especially talking about them, but that never bothered her. She knew from the very beginning what she was signing up for, but if she had the opportunity to make a new decision about her relationship with Marc, she still wouldn't change it. They might have had their better and worse moments, just like now, but Y/N had never felt so... worshipped and loved before. And she would give everything to feel like that for the rest of her life. 

To spend the rest of her life with Marc.

“Thank you for coming” said Marc and boldly took a step towards her. Then he looked fleetingly at the glass of the aquarium and pointed at it with his hand. “Steven says hello.” 

Y/N smiled and waved briefly at the glass, even if she couldn't see Steven's reflection.

“Y/N” Marc started again, until he finally took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “What I said then... I didn't mean it.”

“You know you're an arrogant asshole, right?” She spoke up calmly and Marc didn't answer her. Y/N put her arms across her chest, but eventually walked closer to him.

“I might have heard something like that before” Marc ran his hand over his face. “Sorry, Y/N. I know it probably won't change anything, but I wanted you to know that I'm sorry. I really am.”

“Marc” she sighed quietly and grabbed his shoulders. She looked at him, but he stubbornly avoided her gaze. “Look at me” she ordered firmly, and finally he lifted his gaze to her. “When will you finally understand that you are equally worthy of being loved and to be happy?”

“What?”

“I know you think that after everything you've done, after being a mercenary and Khonshu and with your illness, you completely don't deserve it, but that's not true. I love you and if you think that one argument is going to change anything, you better think twice about it," she said, tightening her fingers gently on his muscular shoulders. Marc leaned over her, bringing their foreheads together. Y/N took a deep breath, sensing his distinctive scent, though clearly combined with alcohol. It hadn't escaped her attention that even such a small gesture, definitely relaxed Marc. For a brief moment they continued in their embrace, and then Y/N whispered again. 

“You want to protect me, and I understand that, Marc. I know you don't want anything to happen to me, but who's going to defend me if you're not beside me, huh? Pushing me away won't do you any good, you should know that by now.” 

“I know," he agreed heavily. “Steven said something similar. I honestly don't know what I was thinking and... I believed I was doing the right thing, but I was wrong.”

“Marc Spector admits to being wrong” Y/N giggled quietly. “This is something new.”

“It's just that... you're probably the most important and best person in my life and I can't afford to lose you” he confessed honestly and Y/N looked at him, almost in disbelief. She felt tears coming to her eyes, because it was probably the first time she heard such an important confession from him. “I took you for granted and didn't appreciate you properly. I know I haven't told you this very often, but I want you to know that I love you and I regret what happened. The last few days have been horrible, and I promise you that I will never behave like that again.” 

Y/N smiled through her tears, and as she felt the first ones begin to fall on her cheeks, Marc wiped them away almost immediately. He grasped her face in his hands, gently drawing small patterns across her cheeks with his thumbs. He outlined the line of her jaw and then leaned over her as if to kiss her, but stopped just in front of her lips. 

“May I?” He asked, but Y/N, instead of answering, almost immediately pulled his face to hers. 

When their lips connected in a long-awaited kiss, their whole world practically stopped. Y/N longed for the taste and touch of his lips, for his presence. She moaned softly as Marc ran his tongue over her lower lip, and then she embraced him around the waist and pulled him as close to her as possible. Marc held her face tightly, but after a moment he slid one hand into her hair and ran the other down her neck. Y/N felt an exciting shiver, something only Marc could awaken in her.

A moment later, as they began to run out of air, they pulled away from each other. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment and pressed her cheek into Marc's palm. Finally, after almost a week of sleepless nights, pondering and crying into her pillow, she felt that things were slowly returning to normal.

“Marc?” Y/N opened her eyes and looked at him. “Let's go to bed.” 

He smiled cockily, and the glint in his eyes made it clear what he had immediately started thinking about. Y/N snorted with amusement and punched him gently on the shoulder. 

“You, as always, only think about one thing,” she laughed. “You can barely stand on your feet, you need to rest. Come on, darling.”

Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed. Marc obediently followed her and then let her put him to bed. Y/N quickly changed out of her clothes into Marc's T-shirt, which was lying on a chair, and then lay down next to him. Almost immediately, he put his arms around her and pulled her close so that she was almost lying on top of him. Y/N laid her head on his chest where her heart was as he ran his finger over her shoulder as his other hand trailed down her back. 

“Go to sleep, Marc” she instructed him, closing her eyes herself. 

“I'm scared,” he confessed unexpectedly. “I'm afraid that if I wake up, you won't be here.”

“Don't worry. I will be with you. Always” she assured him, cuddling more tightly to his body. 

Despite the fact that her eyes were closed, she decided to herself that she would not fall asleep before he did. When she heard Marc's quiet, steady breathing, she opened her eyelids and looked at his relaxed, sleeping face. She smiled slightly, pushing his curly hair back from his forehead. Y/N placed a brief kiss on his jaw, then snuggled her face into the hollow of his neck and closed her eyes.

☾ ☾ ☾

When Marc woke up, the sun was slowly coming into the room through the closed blinds. He groaned quietly, feeling a headache coming on and almost cursing himself for being drunk again. This time, however, something had changed. He heard someone pacing around the flat and almost immediately remembered what had happened last night. He still couldn't believe that Y/N had actually shown up, and he was sure that she was just a figment of his sick mind. 

But no, Y/N had actually come back to him, and on top of that she had forgiven him for his behaviour.

Just don't screw this up. 

He heard Steven's warning in his head. Marc clicked his tongue and then smiled slightly to himself. 

I have no intention of doing that. 

He assured him firmly. Marc got out of bed, combed his fingers through his hair and headed to the kitchen where he knew he would find Y/N. Normally he was the one who always got up earlier than her and watched her sleep, but he wasn't complaining that it was the other way around now. Marc stopped and leaned against a bookshelf, watching Y/N closely. She was still wearing his t-shirt, which meant he could look down at her shapely legs without resistance. She had her long hair in a loose braid, and when she turned to face him, her Y/E/C was shining as never before. Marc couldn't take his eyes off her, and all he could think about was that she was the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

“You should still be in bed,” she said accusingly, pointing her finger at him. “I wanted to make you breakfast and bring it to bed.” 

“You know you don't have to do that, love” he replied, and then he pushed himself away from the bookcase and came closer to her. He quickly caught her in his arms and put his arms around her waist. “You don't even know how happy I am that you're still here. I need you.” 

“And I need you,” she smiled, placing her hands on his exposed chest. “I'm probably crazy because I can't imagine life without you, Marc, really. And you won't get rid of me that easily. Whatever is bothering you, we'll deal with it together. I won't leave you.” 

“I know,” he whispered, kissing the crown of her head. “I was an idiot for not noticing this earlier.”

Y/N snorted cheerfully, and then moved away from him and looked up at him, not letting her hands go from his hips. 

“Since you're up and ruined my plans with breakfast in bed, let's have something here together,” she decided cheerfully, and Marc had no intention of denying her anything. “I made you a coffee.” 

Y/N sat down at the table and Marc took the seat right next to her. Suddenly everything made more sense, and he realised that moments like this were the best thing that could happen to him. They might have been in danger, especially Y/N, but he'd learned too well the taste of life without her. He couldn't survive that, so whatever was going to happen, this was how they were going to get through it together. 

And Marc was sure he would do everything in his power to protect her from any danger. 

He loved her and that was all that mattered to him. 

⸻

Thank you for reading. 🎔

[xiaowhore]

Maybe... jealous xiao?

he becomes jealous

xiao

Honestly? You thought it would take a lot to get Xiao jealous.

He knew you were loyal to him. I mean, you've already submitted yourself to him fully knowing you were a mere mortal and he could live thousands of years—would he really get jealous of any man that just so happened to get closer to you than he would like?

...The answer is yes. Yes, he would be.

He had always known him dating a human would lead a thorny path, and he didn't mind that in the slightest. For you, he would overcome all.

But sometimes, he gets insecure. He knew the time you spend was short lived, and you could easily detach yourself from him and live a normal married life with a mortal man. It was a future that promised certainty, meanwhile dating an adeptus promised the opposite.

Would you really be fine staying with him when you had clearly better options?

So yes. He thought his jealousy was quite justified when he saw you engaged in lively chatter with another guy.

Xiao was normally capable of pasting on a poker face no matter what the circumstances, but this time, he couldn't resist the urge to twitch his lips downward. His eyebrows arched low, and he felt his eyes narrow in distaste. (He did manage to keep the growl to himself, though.)

“I didn't think I'd run into you here, [Name]!” your male friend exclaimed in glee, grabbing both of your hands. Xiao's gaze turned impossibly hostile.

“Me neither...! How did you end up here?” you responded with equal amount of shock, also harboring the same joy your friend felt when he found you. “This is far from our town!”

“You know, just exploring a bit,” he replied with a laugh. “I discovered a few treasure chests from ruins. I got some good artifacts!”

“Wait, really?! Let me see!”

The only thing left keeping Xiao from pulling you away was the giant smile on your face. No matter how impatient he became (and how awful it felt to be neglected), he couldn't steal away your happiness.

...Even if it came in the form of an annoying twat who stole your attention. Fuck.

Finally, after what felt like years (it's only been ten minutes, but you can't blame Xiao for being overdramatic on this one), your friend had the decency to acknowledge his presence. “Who's that with you?” he asked with a tilt of his head, curious about your companion.

You perked up, brightening like the sun. “Oh, this is...!” you excitedly held Xiao's hand, and his irritation melted away. just a little. “Xiao! My, um...” you shyly trailed off. “Lover.”

Xiao paused, momentarily surprised with your straightforward answer. “Yes.” he wrapped an arm around your waist for good measure. “Lover.”

Your friend blinked, thinking for a few seconds, before a snicker spilled from his lips.

...Why.

“Nice to meet you. [Name] talks about you a lot,” he teased, and your ears flushed crimson. “It's great I got the opportunity to see you.”

“...Likewise,” Xiao responded hesitantly, in the most insincere voice he had, and found no reason to make his reply any longer.

Seeing his presence was unwelcomed, he cleared his throat. “Anyway, I'll be taking my leave now,” your friend announced, packing up his stuff. “Wouldn't want to get in your way.”

“In our way...?” you repeated, confused.

“Yes!” he affirmed, throwing your boyfriend a knowing look. “Your way.”

(Xiao had underestimated your friend too much, it seems.)

“I'll get going, then,” he waved farewell before disappearing into the distance. You waved back, yelling out ‘goodbye’ while Xiao remained silent.

“We best be on our way too,” he commented, resuming his walk towards your destination. You raised a brow from his quickening pace and rushed to keep up.

“What are you rushing for?”

“It's almost nightfall,” he replied simply. “We should hurry.”

That sounded fairly reasonable, so you nodded in response, thinking nothing was wrong.

Many minutes later and after all your attempts to strike up a conversation ended shortly with Xiao's three-worded answers, you felt like you needed to address the problem at hand.

“Hey... is something wrong?” you brought up timidly, fiddling with your fingers. “You seem upset.”

He glanced at you for a few seconds before turning away. “What are you talking about?”

“You're normally not chatty, but this time, it's worse...” you stated. “Can you tell me what's bothering you?”

“There is nothing to worry about.”

You puffed your cheeks, huffing in retaliation. “That makes me worry even more. You know, you've been grumpy ever since-”

Ever since... ever since what?

“...Ever since my friend came to talk to us?” you finished off your sentence in a questioning tone. The puzzle pieces clicked into place and you curled your lips into a teasing smile. “Don't tell me you were just-”

“Shut up,” he warned, all bark and no bite—obvious by the way the tips of his ears turned red from embarrassment.

“Oh, come on, Xiao, he was just a friend!” you giggled, patting his shoulder comfortingly. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about!”

“I beg to differ...” he murmured to himself, purposely facing to the side so you couldn't see his face.

“...Are you seriously upset, though?” you followed up, jeering tone withering away. “You know that I love you, right? And only you.” you held his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Tell you what, I'll do anything. What can I do to make you feel better, hm?”

He timidly faced your figure, interested in your bribery. “Anything?”

You held up a peace sign. “As long as it's something I can do, yup!”

He stared at you for a moment before pulling you to a nearby rock. He took a seat before hoisting you up on his lap, immediately burying his face into your neck while he looped his arms around your waist. “Let's stay like this... for a bit.”

“Oh, just a hug? Alright.” surprised from the easy request, you returned the embrace.

He hummed, bothered by your comment. “Why, would you be willing to do more?”

“I thought it would be more demanding,” you admitted, playing with the tips of his hair. “Since it's you.”

Provoked, he clicked his tongue and kissed your neck. “If you insist, then.”

[kira-fluff]

obnoxious - suna rintarou x fem!reader

you were at your wit's end with your unfortunate acquaintance - a mutual friend between you and osamu - suna. he irritates you more than anyone else has, he can get under your skin quicker than others... but, as they say, there is not a distinctive line between hate and love.

a/n: felt inspired by everyone's support :) really was feeling like writing some suna stuff today! thanks for your continued support :) if you'd like me to write about a character you love, feel free to ask me! p.s. - even though ik kita would be graduated when you and atsumu, osamu and suna are third years but just pretend for the sake of the story aight ty

tw: heavily suggestive, cursing, enemies to lovers, underage drinking (party), no capitalization intentional

pt. 2

you don't even remember how you came to hate him. all that you know is the now -- the fact that he takes every opportunity to poke fun at you. only osamu probably knows the amount of photos suna has saved on his phone of you making embarrassing expressions. in that way it was ironic - he always seemed to capture the worst of you.

you'd had your fair share of acquaintances that you didn't necessarily enjoy being around, but because of a good friend, you endured their presence. suna was one of those acquaintances - bound to each other because of osamu (and atsumu, if you counted him as a friend). you wondered how someone as kind and (seemingly) a good judge of character could have a friend like suna, much less continue to make excuses for him whenever you both would exchange slights. you recalled the first time you met him: you'd felt a sharp poke in your back for the twelfth time that hour. sucking in a breath in an attempt at patience, you slowly turned around, unwittingly giving the brunette the attention he'd been veering for. "what do you want?" you seethed through gritted teeth, eyebrows furrowed in slight annoyance. a sly smile made its way onto suna's face, his hazel-green eyes pooling with mischief and something else you couldn't quite recognize. you raised your eyebrows, waiting for an answer, but you never received one. as your annoyance grew, he couldn't help the sharp exhale out of his nose, hardly containing his amused expression. you rolled your eyes, turning back to face the front of the classroom, thankful that your teacher's wrath wasn't another misery added on top of your already shitty day. from that day forward it seemed to be suna's goal to be as obnoxious as possible. you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head through each lecture (you honestly wondered how he retained his excelled grades what with his wayward attention). to make matters worse, it seemed osamu's one true goal in life was to properly make you and the fox-eyed man friends. you understood his complaints of your arguing - you tried not to be selfish, understanding that osamu didn't like seeing his two close friends fighting... but why did he have to choose him as a friend? suna clearly lacked maturity, he didn't seem to consider osamu's feelings at all, unlike you, and routinely would flame the fire of your adversarial friendship with his quips and insults. "so, y/n, want to come over? i want you to try some of the new dishes i made," asked osamu. it was hard to resist the offer of free food, so without question, you quickly agreed. osamu's food was the best - you constantly heckled him to become a famous chef, boasting you'd be his number one customer. it was fun to imagine the future like that. - you returned to your home - a small apartment you'd rented - because you sought individuality and freedom as you finished high school (your parents forbade you from living alone your first and second year of high school, but that was probably for the best). you knew the way to the miya twin's house by heart now, but you wanted to give him a little time to prepare, as well as yourself. after the invitation, you'd promptly made the choice to prepare something special as well - a little alcohol you'd gotten stashed away that you'd received from your older brother prior to the news of you moving out and living on your own. since atsumu would almost certainly be home as well, you thought it'd be the perfect thing to bring in order to spice an average friday night up. at last you were just about ready when you considered actually texting the twins to ask who might all be coming to this "get together". sure, 'samu has invited you and you alone over plenty of times, but he also really sucked at giving the details that mattered. - y/n: is it just me coming to this? 'tsumu: nah, kita n the rest of the guys 'll be there n a few friends like kiyoomi y/n: why all the people??? 'tsumu: it's a party?? lmao leave it to 'sumu to give ya shitty details 'samu: stfu piss head 'tsumu: oi say that to my face ya ugly ass inbred mf 'samu: we're twins, dumbass. y/n: ...is suna coming? y/n: because if he's there idk if i wanna go 'samu, 'tsumu: no y/n: k good im bring alcohol - rolling your eyes at the twin's antics, you decided that a more appropriate outfit was in order. you'd been saving a cream-colored satin bodycon dress in your closet for a night like

this. it was ruched on either side of your thighs which a window in the back. it was perfect. after all, stupid 'tsumu made a point to mention that kita would be at this party. you'd been crushing on kita since osamu introduced you when he joined the volleyball team. you were immediately taken by his kind and patient personality. even though he wasn't seen as the star of the team, you still really admired him and found yourself falling for him more and more whenever you got to see his determination on the court. - you made your way to the miya's doorstep - it wasn't like the stereotypical party that the movies boasted of - there wasn't music blasting out of speakers, in fact, it was unusually silent. opening the door, however, you were met with the view of numerous boys all gathered together on the ground, laughing - noticing atsumu's voice (per usual) was the loudest. osamu turned his head at the creaking of the front door, an expression of recognition on his face as you made your way over to the group, "took you long enough, want some onigiri?" you obliged, placing the alcohol on the table, thankful no first years were present (or honestly anyone below your grade). you looked around at the group of guys, but your eyes landed on one in particular. in your attempt to not ruin the gathering, you leaned in to whisper into osamu's ear just as he opened his mouth to speak, "you told me she wouldn't be here." "you told me he wouldn't be here." you missed the little smirk that played on both the twin's lips as they exchanged an expression and osamu answered, "you wouldn't have come. besides, alcohol. not like you'll remember much after this." you hadn't truly considered how much suna truly hated you until you saw his glare pointed scathingly deep into osamu's eyes. you know that the both of you had your differences, but...you didn't hate him hate him. he just annoyed you a little. a lot. but a mysterious twang surfaced in your chest as you stared longer into suna's expression. suddenly alcohol sounded better than anything else. the first shot was rough, almost going down your windpipe, you sputtered a bit as the bitter liquid went down your throat. after that, though, you quickly lost count of the amount of alcohol you were consuming. the more you drank, the easier the burning drink went down your throat. but you didn't care. what mattered is that the drinks were slowly burning away that sickly feeling that had taken over your chest whenever you found your eyes trailing back to suna's. occasionally, you'd even make eye contact, but thankfully the tension made both of you look away. you didn't think you could face him right now anyway. as the night went on, however, your vision began to blur. you nearly tripped over your own feet twice, so you decided it was time to plop yourself down onto the couch, snuggling into the armrest. your eyes felt heavy, but you weren't tired at all. suddenly, you felt the armrest move a little. looking up through the dim lighting (it seemed someone had turned off some of the lights), you realized that your armrest was actually a person. it was osamu. "'samu?" there was a pause before he answered, "..yes?" you grinned, thankful your guess was right as you leaned closer, failing to notice your breasts were pushed up as you leaned further into your best friend. "does suna hate me?" there was another pause before he said, "why would he hate you?" you rolled your eyes, "you know, the whole 'm gonna make your life a perpetual embarrassment' ring a bell?" this time, his answer was quick, "no" "oh, come on! i swear i've complained to you 'bout this like tons of times," you hiccuped as your speech began to slur. there was a dark chuckle as the twin replied, "you're gonna have to be more specific than that, y/n." you squinted, your lip jutting out in a slight pout. it was weird, 'sumu never said "you", he said "ya", like his brother...well, no matter. suddenly, a smirk overtook your face as you adjusted your position, your thighs on either side of his, straddling him. you leaned in close to

his neck, just barely below the shell of his ear to whisper, "stop lying." - i'm an actual idiot, suna thought. here he was, pretending to be osamu, and now you're seated on top of him, ever so comfortably. he never thought you'd do something like this. now that you were here, though, straddling him, he couldn't move. not that he wanted to... but you were drunk. and what's more, you think he hates you.. you think he's osamu. hell, he must be at least a little tipsy, too, to try and play pretend - saying he was his best friend just so that you'd talk to him. it was pathetic. still, that didn't change the fact that he was stuck here with a hard-on, you on top of him. he could feel your breath tingling on his neck, so close he could barely breathe. he was pissed at osamu for his clever omission of your name in the roster of party guests, but in a weird way, suna almost wished that you'd be there. now, he wondered if he was getting what he deserved for hurting you like that. he didn't mean to at first.. he just thought he was flirting -- trying to make it obvious that he was already so deeply in love with you. but when you'd rolled your eyes at him, he felt a twinge of irritation. from there, he'd shaped your relationship into something of a bothersome pest and an annoyed exterminator. it was pretty clear from his first conversations with atumu and osamu that your relationship wasn't going in the direction that he wanted, but he didn't know how to change it. "sometimes i can't tell if ya flirting or fighting," quipped atsumu. osamu couldn't hold back the slight chuckle rising up his throat as he, at last, turned toward suna, "rin, listen, she's kinda annoyed at ya right now. she'll come around once she knows ya care about her." it didn't seem to work, nothing did. every chance suna made to try to patch up your relationship was met with a stubborn defense on your part. so, he gave up trying, and a part of him actually started to dislike you for it. for never giving him a chance to mend your... well, whatever this was. yet here he was, completely and utterly enamored with you. it wasn't hard for him to be reeled back into by your occasional sweet moments. he'd never forgotten the time you'd showed up with atsumu and osamu to celebrate his birthday (since his parents never really seemed to care, anyway). or the time you went with osamu to his house when he was sick - he never forgot the way your cold hands felt against his hot forehead or your soft whisper, "get well, rin". it seemed that you'd both made so much progress in your relationship only for him to say one thing that would shatter the act completely. he was so completely taken by you, nonetheless. suddenly, suna was taken out of his trance-like state by your busy hands. "kita, you're really... so kind.... and strong... and your body feels so nice..." within a blink of an eye, he was kita now? his jaw feathered a bit, watching your eyes dance with mirth as you gazed at him, a soft, yet cheeky smile on your face. he let out a soft groan as your hands grazed lightly over his chest, trailing down his pecks, then his abs, and slowly to... kita is a gentleman, he would've stopped you the moment you'd straddled him...but suna didn't have that kind of restraint, though he supposed it was torture enough with you touching him like this when you think he is kita. he tried to reason with himself - you were drunk, you didn't know what you were doing, if he tried to stop you, you'd probably cry and that'd be more of a pain. "ugh -- fuck..." suna groaned as you grazed your hands over his throbbing member through his pants. he was sweating bullets just trying to control himself enough to stop you. with strained maneuvers, he lightly grabbed your wrist, his eyes hazy and his cheeks flushed as he barely made out as soft, "s-stop it..." you held back the impish grin that was pulling at your lips as you proceeded to subtly lean your hips against his. "rin..." you sighed, "i.. hate you..." he breathed a heaving sigh as you continued, "i hate. that i want you..." suna felt

something in his chest just nearly snap... you never called him rin, much less rintarou, but when you did, god it drove him crazy. but he held back. for you, he would. he just prayed this wasn't a dream, but god if it was, he hoped he'd never wake up. this wasn't the first time he'd had a dream with you in it, but usually, you both had a lot less clothes on in those ones. and you both were sober. he blinked. fuck, he was in this deep. "y/n," suna began, just barely above a whisper, "you need to sleep." you whimpered a little, holding his head in your hands, "but 'm not tired rin... jus' wanna 'ave you..." suna gritted his teeth, but put your arm gently over his shoulder, thankful that it seemed 'samu was too drunk to make it back to his room so you could rest. placing you on the floor, he moved to get up, mainly to alleviate the tension he was feeling in his pants, but you grabbed his hand sighing a shy, "stay..?" how was he supposed to say no to you? so he obliged, despite the fact that he was fairly sure that he'd sobered up and was unbelievably uncomfortable in his nether regions. yet, contrary to his current state, both of you found yourselves asleep in each other's arms, suna's muscular arm loosely hanging over your arm, spooning you. - you awoke to what might possibly be the worst headache you've ever endured, yet surprisingly a lack of urge to puke. however, there was also something poking at your ass. your eyes widened (unfortunately taking in more of the obnoxiously bright light that was shining through the windows) as you realized that the warmth you felt was the source of another human body, a muscular arm draped over yours. steeling yourself to look over your shoulder, thankful it appeared both of your clothing were still on, horror and shock took over your body. a nearly screamed, instead letting out an alarmingly small squeak. the tired eyes of suna-fucking-rintarou flitted a little, but instead moaned and leaned closer to the heat and warmth of your body, still painfully unaware of the current situation. so, you proceeded to shake him a little, whisper-shouting, "suna! why are you sleeping next to me? what happened last night? AND WHY DO YOU HAVE A BONER?!" - mwahahaha! cliff-hanger >:) wanna see a pt. 2? lemme know!