#Not adding screw's tag because he isn't really in this one

[songmingisthighs]

Beefcake Raccoon

group : ateez

pairing : yeosang × reader (ft. boyfriend!jongho)

genre : smut

wc : 6.5 k

tw : mdni, explicit smut, unprotected sex, consensual sex, slight m × m (ofc between jongsang), fingering, cum tasting, dirty talk, cowgirl, creampie, mentions and description of jongho's junk, idk what else to tag here ngl

a/n : pt. 1 of an impulsive mini series with @bro-atz and @skteezcursed. pt. 2 and 3 will be added here once they drop! and yes, i call yeosang beefcake raccoon. how can i nawt when he looks like this ??? and yea i kinda went overboard with this because i had planned on writing 2.5-3k but here we are

a/a/n : it's 12.38 am and i'm sleepy and still sick as fuck and i had the sudden raging NEED to purchase all of the aniteez keyring. which i might do. idk if this is my manic episode making a comeback or me having impulse control issue

buy me coffee ?

beefcake raccoon | concrete bear | manwich

Yeosang isn't really one to butt into other people's business, not even when certain things affect him personally.

For example, he never really voiced out how much he didn't like the way Hongjoong would come into his room, steal his supplements, and just leave things a mess. Mind you, he has no problem with letting the older guy take a couple pills or tablets from what could only be described as a collector's mountain. Heck, he's a firm believer in sharing whatever they own especially with people Yeosang already thought of as family. He just didn't like the way Hongjoong tended to leave some of the bottles not properly screwed. He hates seeing things not properly screwed. So he would just take a breath and clean up after the captain.

Another example is when a tornado came barrelling in. And no, it's not a real tornado which would have probably been better. Yeosang didn't voice out his complaints when his best friend of almost a decade suddenly came by the dorm he shared with Yunho only to kick him out. "Yunho and I are in this small gaming tournament and we need to beat this son of a bitch," Wooyoung said as he set up his gaming stuff on the dining table with Yunho who stopped momentarily and furrowed his eyebrows at this frantic friend, "You do know punchpunch483 is 12 years old, right?" which resulted in Wooyoung glaring at him, "A punk is a punk no matter the age, I will not stand the disrespect that's why he and his guild are going down so deep in the ground he can say hi to his grandpa." At that point, Yeosang simply clocked out of the conversation, dejectedly resigning to the fact that he wasn't going to be able to just watch his show in his bed and fall asleep to it.

There were some conflicts in Yeosang's brain, however. One good thing about the dorm Wooyoung shared was the fact that he lives with a workaholic nomad and an introverted busybody. One bad thing about the dorm Wooyoung shared was the fact that said dorm is often occupied by a girl Yeosang has a crush on and that girl is dating one of his other best friends.

Yeosang considers Jongho to be one of the luckiest men to be alive to be dating you. You, who in his mind is the most adorable sweetheart of a human being to have ever lived. It wasn't like you were the most polite person what with the names you can throw towards people you dislike and mutter towards rude strangers and the screeching laugh you sometimes let out when someone told you a stupid joke. Everything about you seemed so charming in Yeosang's eyes even when you were being touchy with the friend he was oh so jealous of. Sometimes Yeosang wonders, in his existential crisis-ridden thoughts at 3 am, the chances of the two of you being in the same lifetime. He wouldn't say that he was in love with you, but he wouldn't deny that he would often daydream about what it would be like to be with you, to be the one kissing you and to be the one getting back hugs from you. Well, he wouldn't deny it to himself.

So another good thing about Wooyoung's dorm is probably the fact that he could see and interact with you. But one other bad thing is the fact that sometimes he felt like Jongho knew how he thinks about you and that unnerves him. So he tends to avoid moments where you and Jongho are together because he can never seem to control the longing expression on his face and Jongho would always send him a knowing look and he knew one day he would just crack like an egg under hydraulic pressure.

It seemed like his resolve wasn't faring any better because when he first came by the dorm, he saw you on top of Jongho's lap on the couch, kissing him all over his face and whining. He knew he should at least expect to be met with you and Jongho being all over each other, but maybe not to this extent. The sound of him coming in didn't seem to deter either of you from your... Activities.

Whatever dirty thoughts passed Yeosang's head were almost immediately pushed away however when he saw Jongho pushing you away from him gently and sighing, "I told you I can't do this tonight," he said which earned him a scoff from you, "You've been saying that for the past four days, Jongho and frankly I'm starting to can't do it anymore," you said before pushing yourself off of your boyfriend completely. "That is not even grammatical," Jongho chuckled and you only flipped him off before turning to retire to Jongho's room only to pause when you saw Yeosang.

Yeosang's heart skipped a beat when he saw your frown turn into a bright smile, squealing and hugging him tightly. "Raccoon!" You called out happily. Yeosang never knew why, but you had seemed to start calling him 'beefcake raccoon'. Well, you did explain that it was because he was, in your own words, 'beefy' and his hair for his latest comeback made him look like a raccoon so in a sense, your logic did make sense. What doesn't seem to make sense is how you only call him and your boyfriend with adorable yet odd animal names. To you, Jongho was your concrete bear and Yeosang was your beefcake raccoon which pissed Wooyoung and San off but maybe that's because San is a jealous cat and Wooyoung wanted to be called foxy mama and you scolded them for being so relentless.

Despite his nerves, Yeosang grinned and hugged you back gently, not being able to stop himself from inhaling the scent of your shampoo and enjoying your warmth against his body. "Hi (y/n), is something wrong?" Yeosang asked as you both pulled away. At the mention of something wrong, your frown returned and you snapped your head to glare at your boyfriend who was still just sitting there, smiling innocently as if he hadn't denied you sex for four days straight. "Oh something is very wrong but it's with your buddy Choi Jongho over there. I'm starting to think he's no longer turned on by me or by any vagina-owning creature on earth," you hissed. "Okay you can't say things like that because some animals also own vaginas and I'm not into bestiality," Jongho scolded. At that moment, Yeosang thought he should just go to Wooyoung's room because he felt like he was being dragged into people's business and as fun as it is talking about kinks that could possibly lead him to know yours, he was not about to delve into this particular discussion. Luckily, you threw your arms up in the air and turned to him again, "Seriously Yeosang, if you were Jongho, would you choose vocal recording over sex?" Yeosang's eyes widened and he almost blurted out that he would never choose anything over you but thankfully Jongho beat him into answering you, "I'm telling you, Hongjoong hyung has been riding my ass with this new demo and you know how he is when inspiration struck," Jongho tried to reason. With a roll of your eyes you walked away to Jongho's room but not before yelling out, "Well, at least something's riding you, you cocky bastard!"

Jongho seemed unbothered, chuckling by himself as he watched your figure retreat. "You're not following her?" Yeosang asked, looking back and forth between the couple. Jongho simply shook his head, "Nah, she needs time to just... Cool off and I need to resist the temptation because Hongjoong hyung will be pissed if I come into the studio tired and hoarse," Yeosang nodded in understanding because he does understand what Jongho meant, having been on the receiving end of Hongjoong's wrath in the past for being, in Hongjoong's words, unprofessional, unprepared, and unremarkably disrespectful to people's time. But still, Yeosang felt bad for you and he didn't like seeing you pissed like that which was shown by the way he stared in the direction you went to for quite some time before he excused himself to rest in Woyooung's room, missing the way Jongho was staring at him knowingly with a smug smirk on his face.

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Yeosang thought that his involvement in your relationship with Jongho would end that night but when he woke up at 7 am the next day, he was met with the sight of Jongho's door open and as he passed the room, he saw Jongho tucking you in and stroking your hair and taking particular focus in the way his friend's shoulder drop when he sighed in disappointment.

Feeling like Jongho could use a moment, Yeosang just quietly tiptoed to the kitchen and helped himself to Wooyoung's stash of good coffee and started brewing.

Soon enough, Jongho showed up and sat down on the stool of the kitchen counter while opening his phone to check his text message, waiting for the manager to inform him that the car had arrived. Wordlessly, Yeosang poured himself and also Jongho a cup of coffee each. Jongho quietly thanked his older friend before sipping his cup in a slightly slumped position.

"Are you okay?" Yeosang asked, sensing something. Jongho sighed and nodded, "I feel bad for (y/n) for denying her sex and it's not like I don't want to, but I'm just not in the position to considering the state I would be in would not be conducive for recording and I really don't want to deal with Hongjoong hyung getting pissy at me," he sighed. Not knowing what else to say, Yeosand decided that he should at least be polite in this situation, "That's rough man, anything I can do?"

That particular question seemed to have turn a switch in Jongho's head because one moment he had a mopey look on his face, and the next, it was pure intrigue.

"You know what, hyung, I think there is something you can do," he said, finishing his coffee and straightening up. Sensing Jongho's resolve genuinely changing, Yeosang raised an eyebrow, "Okay? What can I do?" "Do you think you can accompany (y/n) and make sure she has all her needs met?" Jongho asked. The prospect of spending the day with you made Yeosang's eyes blink faster and heart beat harder. "S-sure, I guess. I have no schedules today so I can take her to wherever she wants," he ensured, clearing his throat when he felt like his tone showcased how excited he was even if it was only sightly. Jongho raised his eyebrows and smirked, realizing that Yeosang hadn't caught his drift, "You'll take her wherever she wants? What about taking her... However she wants?" Still not getting it, Yeosang nodded slowly, "Yes? I'll... Do whatever it is you want me to do to help your girlfriend feel better?"

Jongho couldn't believe how adorably innocent Yeosang was being. Knowing him for years, Jongho realized how some things could easily go over Yeosang's head by no fault of his own. He was just never introduced to the more scandalous side of life and it wasn't like he sought out information either.

Yeosang stared at Jongho in confusion as the younger chuckled and stood up, "Yes, that's... Correct in a sense I guess," Jongho then rounded the kitchen counter to stand in front of Yeosang. Jongho's phone buzzed and he momentarily checked the message he received before shoving his phone into his pocket, "But just to make sure both you and (y/n) get my point," All of a sudden, Jongho pulled Yeosang by his shirt and planted his lips on the older guy. Yeosang's eyes widened and his hands gripped the counter to regain control of his body because the impact from Jongho's sudden attack suddenly sent him reeling.

Initially, Yesoang was sent into a panicked and confused state because what the hell was Jongho doing? Why was he kissing him? What if you woke up and saw your boyfriend and one of his best friends kissing?

Correction, making out.

Somehow Jongho had managed to slip his tongue into Yeosang's mouth and at first, Yeosang wanted to protest and push him away. Heck, he had already gotten a hand on Jongho's shoulder but for some reason, he melted slightly into Jongho and as fucked up as it is, his mind drifted to thoughts that he knew he shouldn't be having. Those thoughts were mainly in the area of 'this is the tongue that had caressed and tasted (y/n)' and it got him hard faster than he cared to admit. The thought of you helped relax Yeosang slightly and before he realized it, he was kissing Jongho back with the same fervor which made Jongho unknowingly smirk, pleased that Yeosang was responding to him.

It wasn't until Jongho felt his phone buzzed again that he pulled away, realizing that he had to go. He couldn't even hide the satisfied look on his face when he saw how flushed Yeosang was after their little makeout session. For sure, you were going to like things just as much as he did should things go according to his plan. "Please give that to (y/n)," Jongho said all too simply as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Still blear-eyed and slightly confused, Yeosang was trying hard to make his brain work. "W-what?" he managed out after he felt air filling back into his lungs. "Give that kiss to (y/n), the exact same way, please?" Jongho grinned, a little bit too happily.

Even with Jongho repeating himself, Yeosang was still trying to make sure of things, putting 2 and 2 was for him especially since he was practically mauled by Jongho. Seeing the state his friend was in, Jongho exhaled sharply and stood closer to Yeosang, "I am giving you full permission to do ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER it is my girlfriend wants you to do to satisfy her, okay? Starting with that kiss. Carte blanche, sky's your limit!" he then placed a hand on Yeosang's right shoulder and tilted his head, "Capische?" Just to make things more sexually confusing for Yeosang, Jongho smiled at him, showing off the gums that cleverly hid his perverted agenda.

"I- I- Capische, I guess?" Yeosang answered, kind of getting what Jongho expected off of him but also still in disbelief. "Awesome! Thanks hyung, I owe you this, I'll pay you back when I think of something, okay?" he said before leaving his friend with a pat on the chest and an extra squeeze that made Yeosang's eyes bulge out (and almost made him let out a sound but in fear of sounding like a car being honked, Yeosang somehow managed to keep the sound in. Things happened so fast all at once and it made him slightly dizzy. It was only 7 am and so many things already happened. Part of him thought that he was imagining things and that maybe he was still asleep and dreaming but he didn't even know where to justify himself dreaming about kissing his friend.

"Hey Sangie, what are you doing up so early?"

Yeosang snapped his focus back to reality at the sound of your voice but the blush returned to his cheeks when he saw you oh so casually walking your adorable self out of your boyfriend's room and trudging to sit down on one of the stools, right where your boyfriend had just set which effectively set his mind drifting to what had just happened.

"H-hey (y/n), morning! What are you doing up at 7 am?" he asked with nerves thickly laced in his voice. You furrowed your eyebrows and checked the clock on your phone before showing him the screen, "Sangie, it's 8.24," you pointed out. Yeosang had stood alone in the kitchen, so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't even realized that an hour had passed and that time had kept on going while he was making out with your boyfriend in the kitchen. So he turned his back on you after saying a simple 'oh', making it seem like he wasn't flustered by pouring you a cup of coffee before setting it in front of you and heading towards the couch to enjoy his now cold coffee.

For a moment, both you and he were silent, neither of you was sharing anything and just enjoying the silence and calmness of the atmosphere. Even when you moved to the couch when Yeosang turned the TV on, neither of you was conversing over anything substantial.

Well, until you brought up your boyfriend.

"Did Jongho say anything before he left this morning?"'

It was almost comical how Yeosang snapped his head in your direction and blinked twice. "I'm not quite sure but I think he mentioned Cate Blanchett?" You furrowed your eyebrows at his answer, "The lady who played Thor's older sister?" "Yes?" "You sound unsure..." you pointed out, crossing your arms on your chest and turning to look at him fully, "Tell me what Jongho told you and I know he told you something," you pressed.

Now Yeosang found himself between a hard and awkward place. The hard place is between his legs and the awkward place is the position of having to tell you that your boyfriend had practically told him to service you, who is his secret crush, should you request for him to. So he kept stammering, trying to find a way to tell you what he needed to tell you while you stared at him, making him even more nervous than he already was.

"I- I- Well, you see,"

Yeosang sat up straighter and shuffled closer to you, prompting you to do the same.

"W- we- I, Jongho and I, he-"

God, he wasn't even this nervous at his audition and frankly it was starting to annoy you.

"Just spit it out!"

"Fuck it,"

Before you know it, Yeosang pressed his lips on yours, his body no longer at the end of the couch but hovering above you with arms caging your head. The impact caused you to let out a sound of surprise as you were not expecting Yeosang to jump on you like that. There was a nagging voice in the back of your head that was screaming for you to push him away but there was another voice that spoke louder than the former voice. That voice belonged to your boyfriend and it came from the memory you had from earlier in the morning when he woke you up to tell you that he felt bad for disappointing you for the past four days and he was going to make it up to you. Then your brain tried to connect that memory with the text message your boyfriend sent to you, stating that his apology gift has been set up and you can claim it from Yeosang. Was this it?

"Jongho," Yeosang panted as he shifted his lips from yours down to your chin and jaw, "Left you a kiss," your eyes rolled back when he took your earlobe between his teeth and started nibbling, "With me, and he wanted me to deliver it for you," he finished before reconnecting your lips once again. You moaned into his mouth when he slipped his tongue and allowed your own to battle his for dominance.

The kiss was electrifying, breath-taking, and cunt clenching. You couldn't help but spread your legs wider so Yeosang could push your body completely flat on the couch. At this point, his crotch made in contact with yours and you could feel from your short sleeping shorts and his own sweatpants that he was long and hard. Another moan was sent into his mouth and the feeling of vibration made Yeosang grind his crotch onto you, taking it as the perfect moment to let you know the other part of the message.

"A-also," you whined when Yeosang pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on yours, "Jongho wanted me to... Satisfy all of your needs, however you want, wherever you want."

Looking into his eyes, you saw how his pupils were blown and the flush on his face made your heart burn slightly, realizing that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him at that moment. You were not sure if it was because of how needy you were from being denied sex for almost a week or if your teeny tiny crush on your boyfriend's friend was forced to bloom due to the circumstances. Of course, the circumstances are the fact that your boyfriend had allowed his friend to kiss and fuck you should you want to.

"So, Jongho told you to just kiss me or did he specify that you had to kiss me like that?" you teased, starting to relax and opening yourself up for Yeosang who had dropped his gaze from your eyes down to your lips. "He... Left me a kiss but what I gave you is partially from him but mostly from me," he muttered before he dove down to attach his lips to your neck. As he began sucking the sensitive skin, your body reacted automatically to him, your hands curled on the base strands of his hair as your heels hooked on the backs of thighs, allowing his crotch to press closer to yours. "Fuck, is this your way of telling me that you've been wanting to fuck me?" you moaned when his teeth grazed against your jugular, causing your cunt to clench and your spine to tingle. At that point, you were sure that you were soaked but you couldn't be too sure because the warmth pressing on your crotch could Yeosang's body warmth. "No, this is me telling you I didn't like to see you so disappointed because Jongho, your boyfriend, has been denying you sex so I want to help you feel better." As he spoke, you felt his hands creep up to the waistband of your shorts and your breath hitched in both anticipation and excitement, wanting to see just how much you both could go with the fact that you've already gotten your boyfriend's approval in the bag. Toying with the band whilst simultaneously teasing the skin underneath, Yeosang looked up at you with eyes full of hope and desire, "Can I help you feel better?"

It didn't take you long to nod, giving him the confirmation to proceed which he happily obliged by pulling your bottoms so hard he ripped your panties slightly. Yeosang misunderstood the widening of your eyes as a bad thing and he immediately cringed, apologizing profusely as he told you he felt bad and that he would buy you a new pair. So it surprised him when you pulled his face up and hungrily kissed him. "That was so hot, Yeosang, I'm totally okay with that," you said breathlessly, starting to grind your now bare cunt onto his crotch, delighting yourself at the feeling of something hard pushing back against your needy clit. "Jongho has been the only person to be able to do that and fuck did he make such a good decision entrusting you," you whimpered, pulling on Yeosang's bottom lip needily.

Hearing the way you talked about him made Yeosang's heart soar and he suddenly felt the need to show you just how much exactly he had been thinking about you and pleasing you. Confidently, Yeosang pressed two of his fingers against your pussy, effectively trapping your clit between his two digits. His eyes never left your face, enjoying the ecstasy-ridden look on your face as you threw your head back whilst a high-pitched gasp escaped your lips. Wanting to see that expression again, Yeosang began massaging your clit between his two fingers whilst adding more stimulation by moving his fingers up and down. The pleasure was starting to build in you slowly but surely, adding the fact that it was Yesoang who was giving you pleasure and your mind was sent to a pleasure-induced haze. Had it not been for Yeosang's body between your legs, you would have successfully clamped your legs shut.

A shaky breath left Yeosang's lips when he noticed you reacting positively towards his ministration. To the people who would not understand, they would say Yeosang was weird for reading into your reaction so much but how can Yeosang start to describe how much he loved seeing the way your hips rolled onto his hands? Seeing you seeking more of his touch was a whole other level of satisfaction that Yeosang never even knew existed until he saw it with his own eyes. Between your face and glistening cunt, Yeosang couldn't choose which part he liked best. Then again, he had yet to have the chance to feel his aching cock nesting inside your core so he'd have to reserve his decision for after you came on him.

The dynamic of your expression was beyond anything Yeosang could explain because once his fingers slipped inside you, your face contorted to showcase even more of your ecstasy. "You like that, princess?" Yeosang teased as he curled his fingers inside you, caressing the sensitive walls ever so gently that caused your cunt to leak more arousal and your body to shake from the pleasure. "Fuck yes, I do! Jongho, God bless his physique, is chunky and big but so is his fingers but you, Yeosang- Fuck! You and your damn long fingers are reaching so deep inside me- fuck!" you whined, hips rising as Yeosang's finger pulled all the way out only to slam them back in, revelling in how slick you were when they felt your juices staining his palm. "Long, huh? So... Why do you call me a beefcake?" Yeosang teased, lowering himself closer to your cunt which surprisingly made you a bit shy as seen from the way you tried to close your legs. Of course, Yeosang wouldn't let that happen so he used his upper body strength and directed it to his palms, forcing your legs to stay open and not even caring that your stream of slick was trickling down on the couch. "Excuse you, Yeosang, you're not just a beefcake, you're MY beefcake raccoon," you scoffed as you maintained eye contact with Yeosang in faux confidence, oblivious that your stance was being betrayed by your quivering pupils and blush. "Yours, huh? Is that what I am?" Yeosang tried to bite back the grin on his lips as best he could but it was futile as he couldn't even hide the way his hips grind onto your shin when he heard you referring to him as yours. "I don't know about you but fuck, I love the sound of that," he said shakily before diving down to lick a fat stripe from your drenched hole up to nibble on your clit.

That was the last straw. The teasing, the sexual frustration, and seeing Yeosang between your legs had fucked up your brain so much that all you wanted was him.

Sitting up slightly, you somehow managed to pull Yeosang up by the collar of his shirt and push him so he was the one on his back. The frantic movement of your hands pulling Yeosang's sweatpants and underwear paired with the manic, almost crazed look on your face was absolutely thrilling. "I need you inside me Yeosang, please, I want you to fill me up with cock and cum so bad, I need it now!" you whimpered, pussy drenching the fabric of his thigh so embarrassingly bad that it caused Yeosang's cock to twitch as it was released from its confines.

"Use me then, after all, that's why I'm here."

It was the last confirmation you need before you all too easily slip his cock inside of your cunt. For a moment, the both of you only revelled at the feeling of each other for the first time. Yesoang was enjoying how warm you were and how much he liked the sharp contrast between the cool air and your warm core, the sudden change forced the air to be knocked out of his lungs and his eyes to roll to the back of his head. You, on the other hand, were struggling with the fact that Yeosang was reaching inside you so deep that your legs were starting to shake. As crude as it seemed, your immediate reaction was to notice the difference between him and Jongho. It wasn't like you were ranking or making a pros and cons list in your head, you were just noticing how different they pleasured you. Jongho was definitely shorter but girthier, it was always a struggle to take him in as he filled you up almost immediately and even once you got used to the feeling of fullness, you still struggled to move your own body so usually, Jongho would do the work. But Yeosang, he was slimmer but definitely longer, something you didn't take into consideration on the first impact as once he was sheathed inside of you completely, you felt his tip kissing your cervix and it was a new feeling that you had yet to be accustomed to. Whether it was due to his size or the pool you had created down there, you found yourself able to move on your own a lot easier and that made your brain go fuzzy.

Once you both got used to the novelty of feeling each other so intimately, you began fucking yourself on Yeosang's cock. Right off the bat, you were moving so vigorously and Yeosang could only stare with a slacked jaw. "Fuck, Yeosang your cock is hitting me so deep!" you whined, throwing your head back from the feeling and clenching down on him. Yeosang never had much of a comparison material as he was never one to seek out physical relations so often. But even then he knew that the level of pleasure he was experiencing was only achievable because he was getting it from you. Yeosang had to grip your hips to ground him back to reality because he was sure that if he hadn't, he would've definitely thought that he was dreaming. But the feeling of you grounding yourself on top of him was surely something his brain couldn't manipulate no matter how much he tried. And when you changed you changed your position, his brain went haywire. You initially had your knees on either side of his hips and the sight of you rubbing your needy cunt on him was something he could never forget. But then you paused to prop your legs by bending your knees and leaning back with your hands on his muscular thighs. The feeling of Yeosang's flexing muscles beneath your fingers honestly made your cunt clench and weep slightly and Yeosang couldn't help but take note of it.

The very moment you got settled in your new position, you immediately started bouncing yourself on top of Yeosang, impaling yourself multiple times on his cock. If your rhythm was vigorous before, this was... Maniacal. You were jackhammering yourself like a crazed person trying to seek relief. As sick as it was, for some reason, Yeosang loved the way you were basically using his cock for your own release as if he was a toy that you oh so graciously choose to relieve the building ache and need from being denied by your own boyfriend. Your stamina was proof of your desperate need to get sexual release and the way you showcased it could only be described by him as an art performance. "Shit, you're so hot," Yeosang hissed on a particular snap of your hips, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass before his right hand travelled up to your (Jongho's) shirt and grabbing the bottom as he pulled them up to reveal your torso, "Bite this for me please, baby, I wanna see your body, I NEED to see your body," he whimpered, his finger caressing your chin as he tuck the bottom part of your shirt between your teeth. You bit back a grin when he called you baby, feeling giddy all of a sudden but you tried to play it cool. He let out a shuddered breath when he noticed you weren't wearing any bra and frankly, he couldn't help but think about how lucky Jongho was to be able to feel you pressing up to him every night if he wanted to. You moaned and clenched down on him, "Fuck, I didn't peg you for a tits man, Yeosang," you teased but took a moment to tweak your left nipple, "Do you like my tits?" you asked, purposefully moaning and rolling your hips. "No," he huffed as he placed his right hand on your crotch, thumb pressed on your clit which caused you to jolt slightly "I like you," he smirked cheekily.

The confession was rather surprising but you noticed it made your stomach to flutter. Egged by his profession, you started fucking yourself on Yeosang's cock again, this time, the stimulation from his thumb on your clit made your movements harsher but messier. Neither of you could speak clearly, not that you wanted to, you were enjoying the sounds Yeosang was making and he was in a trance as he stared at the way your pussy was swallowing his cock whole. "Greedy baby," he hissed, finally finding the ability to snap his hips back to meet yours, "Taking my cock so good, making sure I'd remember your pussy always." The impact from his hips successfully made your footing falter as you found your right leg slipping and your body tumbling forward, your bare chest met Yeosang's clothed one.

"Fuck me, you got some talented hips there," you giggled, immediately adjusting your thrusts to the new position and enjoying the friction of his shirt on your tits. Moaning, Yeosang held you tight with one arm as the one that was on your clit moved to his face, "Nothing you couldn't escape from your beefcake raccoon, right?" he smirked while licking your arousal clean from his fingers.

With a sharp exhale from you, you planted your lips back onto him, tasting yourself on his tongue before moving your hips even faster. You were thankful that your boyfriend had forced you to ride his thighs so much that you had somehow gained the core strength to ride Yeosang like a champion. "Y-Yeosang, fuck- I'm close!" you whimpered against his mouth, your movements getting sloppy as the tension in your cunt increased, now trying its best to reach climax. Yeosang nodded at your admission, hands moving to hold you by your thighs so that you would still be wide open for him. "I'll make you cum, (y/n), don't worry," he pecked your lips before dropping his forehead on your shoulder, "I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Your hands found purchase on the armrest behind Yeosang and on his shoulder, trying to hold onto your sanity that was being torn apart by each thrust Yeosang delivered. Your head fell slack and your eyebrows furrowed as you felt your climax at the tip of your tongue. Yeosang was trying his best to get you to cum and with the way your walls were hugging him in a vice, he knew it wouldn't take long to push you over the edge. "Y-yeosang!" you whined, your hips now stilling as you reached your climax with a shake of your body from how intense it felt. Yeosang held your legs open for him and his hips never stopped, allowing you to ride out your high while also trying to reach his own.

Though you were induced into a pleasure state, you were still thinking about Yeosang and fuck if there was not one thing in your mind.

"In me, Yeosang, finish in me! I need to be filled!" You managed out, practically begging to be stuffed as how your boyfriend usually would. Though it was Yeosang fucking you, you couldn't help but let the thought of both he and Jongho filling you up with their cum flash through. The mere thought sent shivers down your spine and your hips to suddenly roll.

Yeosang was trying his best to not lose control because Jongho hadn't said anything about allowing him to cum inside you. "A-are you su-re, (y/n)? I can just- fuck, I can just jerk myself off," he assured you. But you whined and started peppering kisses along his jawline, "Please fill me up, Yeosang, you said you- ah! You had to please me, right?" you pouted.

A grunt rumbled through Yeosang's chest and without much complaint, he began thrusting into you in shorter but more precise movements. The overstimulation was trying to get you but you tried your best to hold on by distracting yourself. Your left hand found purchase on Yeosang's right peck and your fingers automatically squeeze the soft flesh and your fingers toy the stiff peaks with each movement.

As it turns out, that seemed to set off Yeosang because suddenly he held your body flush against him and you felt his cum filling you up in spurts as his cock twitched inside you. The sensation made you let out a low hum and your head rolled to nest on the crook of Yeosang's neck.

For a moment, you both could only lay there, resting on each other as you tried to catch your breath. Your haze was dwindling down into a daydream and your body was adjusting so you could rest after the session you just had. Though you had Yeosang under you, you couldn't help but think of your boyfriend and how after this, you're going to need to thank him. But when Yeosang readjusted his position so that his head was resting against the armrest and your head was on his pecks, your thoughts shifted. You propped your arms on Yeosang's chest and your chin on them, smiling up at him, "What got you grinning?" Yeosang asked but he was returning your smile with his. You shrugged, "Not sure, maybe it was post-orgasm bliss," and you wanted to add that it could also be the fact that he had just confessed that he liked you in the middle of sex but you didn't want to make things awkward so you kept that little jewel to yourself.

"So," Yeosang cleared his throat, "Are you feeling happy and satisfied now?" he asked, suddenly remembering the task his friend had given him. You pursed your lips, momentarily thinking of an answer before a mischievous glint past your eyes. "I think... Not quite," you replied, your legs suddenly caging Yeosang's hips which effectively rubbed his softened cock the right way as seen from the way it was starting to twitch back to life. Taking the hint, Yeosang's tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip in hunger.

"Well, I did promise your boyfriend that I would do anything to make you happy, didn't I? We'll just have to keep doing it until you're completely... Satisfied."

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[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 3 Part 3

Again the winner of last week's poll! There won't be a poll this week because I'm planning something a bit different. I hit 1000 followers this past week and have been wracking my brain about how to celebrate! Wasn't up for doing prompts or adding more projects to my list, though, so I didn't want to go that route.

But I did come up with something that I think everyone will really enjoy. Especially those of you who have been voting for Carry Your Heart (I see you in the tags!). So look out for that post.

In addition, I've just posted the first chapter of Arc 2 on AO3! Link below.

Story Summary: Jack and Maddie install a new ghost shield on the house which activates the moment Danny tries to step into his home. His secret is out and his parents are determined to excise the ghost from their son.

Luckily Danny isn't alone. The Young Justice, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz aren't going to leave him to suffer.

Arc 1: AO3

Arc 2: AO3 (incomplete); Tumblr - First, Final

Arc 3: First, Previous

Word Count: 1.4k

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Fire rushing through him jolted Danny awake. His back arched as he cried out. He screwed his eyes tight, not wanting to see what torture his parents were going to come at him with next when he realized what the sound of his cry meant: the muzzle was gone.

As were the restraints. And he was lying on something soft. Trying hard not to hope, he opened his eyes.

Sam and Jazz were leaning over him, concern clear on their faces. They were in some sort of ambulance or van.

“How are you feeling,” demanded Sam.

Danny took a moment to answer, his chest was pure agony. He didn’t even want to think what it would feel like to sit up. And even past that, everything was sore. Though the fire that had woken him up had dissipated, the tell-tale feel of ecto-dejecto. “Pretty much the worst I’ve ever felt,” he answered honestly.

Sam and Jazz both winced and his sister grabbed his hand. He squeezed her fingers weakly.

At the foot of his bed stood Tim in full Red Robin getup and Kon as Superboy.

He couldn’t hold back the smile as he met Tim’s gaze. “You came,” he said.

Tim didn’t smile back, but some tension eased out of his shoulders. “I always will,” he said. “Been telling you that since we were ten years old.”

“I know. I’ve always known. Thank you.”

Jazz squeezed his hand again and he looked at her. “Red Robin and Superboy are going to take you away from here. Robin will help you recover.”

Sam nodded. “Yep. And the rest of us are gonna focus on making sure Amity is safe for ghosts once and for all.”

Danny shook his head. “I should be there with you guys, fighting.”

“Nope!” interrupted Jazz. “Not even a little. You’re going to focus on getting better, got it, Danny? That’s all we want from you.”

“But the ghosts—”

Sam covered his mouth with her hand. “Stop it right there. Tucker is working with Impulse and Wonder Girl to get the portal locked up. No one will be coming through. No one—ghost or human—will be in any danger while you’re gone. I promise.”

Danny slumped into the bed. Even the slight change in position caused waves of pain to radiate from his chest even through the healing ice he could feel implanted in his body. He whimpered and closed his eyes until the throbbing receded just a bit. “I trust you. I do, it’s just…”

“You’re used to taking care of everyone,” finished Jazz for him. “We know. So let us take care of you for a change. We love you, Danny.”

“Love you, too, Jazz. Sam.”

“Be good for bird-brain there, got it?” ordered Sam.

Danny gave her a half-smile. “Are Tim and I ever good together?”

She laughed. “Well, don’t burn down Gotham, capiche?”

“Capiche.”

“We have to go now,” said Jazz.

Danny gripped her hand tighter. “Don’t leave me.”

Jazz winced, but leaned down to kiss his forehead. “We need to make sure the Guys in White aren’t going to get involved further. And you need to get someplace safe.”

Danny huffed a half laugh. “Gotham is safe?”

Jazz rolled her eyes at his poor attempt at a joke. “For you it is. Now, I’m leaving Red and Superboy with a case full of ectoplasm for you and our entire supply of ecto-dejecto. I just gave you your first injection. Please try and eat something and drink your ectoplasm regularly.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Jazz.”

Jazz sniffed and it was only then that Danny realized it was wetter than usual and her eyes were watery. He tried not to feel bad for his jokes when she replied, “Yes, it is whatever I say. Glad you agree.”

Sam cackled, and now that he was paying attention, Danny could hear the hysterical edge to it. “You’d better text us multiple times a day, ghost boy. Don’t try and lie to us, either. Kon’ll tell me the truth about your condition. And as soon as we can arrange it, we’re coming out your way for a visit.”

“Course I will, Sam. Give Tuck my best?”

“Duh. He wishes he could’ve come with us, you know.”

Danny nodded. “But he’s better with the tech stuff and that is just as time sensitive.”

“Yeah. Now, get some sleep,” Sam ordered. “You’ve got a long drive ahead of you.”

Danny gave the rote answer after too many all-nighters taking care of ghost attacks before school, “I’m dead, I don’t need sleep.”

His sister squeezed his hand. “Ghosts who just went through what you did need their sleep. Love you, Danny. Get well and I’ll see you soon.”

“Love you, Jazz.”

She kissed his forehead one more time, followed by Sam. And with another two rounds of farewells and love yous, he was alone with Tim and Kon.

“Thanks for coming,” he said again.

“Obviously we weren’t going to leave you there,” said Kon. “Being a lab subject isn’t fun. Especially not that kinda lab experiment.”

Danny couldn’t quite hold back the flinch at that description. It was accurate, but blunt.

Tim walked over until he was sitting by Danny’s bed. “Just listen to Jazz and get some rest. We’re going to be taking the long route to Gotham by going south to start. If we stop for food in a few hours, think you could handle a smoothie?”

Danny shrugged and bit back a yawn. “Could try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

Kon moved towards the front of the vehicle as well. “Looks like it’s time for us to skedaddle. I’ll keep the road from jostling you, ghost-boy.”

Danny gave a small smile and let his eyes close. As he did, he tried to mumble his thanks and he hoped it came across.

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The next time he woke was more gentle. Someone was tapping on his shoulder and calling his name. But even so, as he was pulled closer to awareness, the pain made itself more and more known. He tried to cling to the darkness, but the tapping wasn’t stopping, nor was the person calling him.

He blinked open his eyes to see Tim’s concerned face. He wasn’t wearing the domino anymore, or his costume. Just a sweatshirt and jeans.

“Hey, Danny,” said Tim. “I’m going to need you to try and eat a bit right now. Kon got us those smoothies I mentioned. I’ve also got yogurt if that’ll be easier for you. But the smoothie will have more nutrients.”

Danny closed his eyes. He wasn’t hungry and didn’t want to eat. Why did Tim have to bring him back to consciousness for this? He hurt and just wanted to sink back into oblivion.

The tapping on his shoulder began again. “I know, Danny. But you have to eat something. And you should take some ectoplasm, too. So just stay awake for a few minutes.”

“Mm ‘wake,” said Danny without opening his eyes. He shifted his weight, hoping to push himself up to eat, only to scream in pain as his chest protested any movement.

“Shit! Don’t move,” said Tim too late. “I’ve got a spoon here. I’ll feed it to you, okay? So just stay exactly where you are.”

Danny gripped his sheets, unable to do anything else as wave after wave of pain over took him. Tim kept up a litany of reassurances and stroked his hair. Eventually, Danny was able to think past it again.

“Don’t think I can sit up,” said Danny.

“Of course not,” agreed Tim. He held a styrofoam cup between his knees and carefully took off the lid and straw. “Just let me. Take at least a few bites. Swallow as is, don’t try and chew. Just do what you can, okay?”

“Okay,” agreed Danny and Tim fed him the first bite.

Danny hated this. Hated it so much. Here he was being spoon fed like a baby all because his parents… He shut his eyes and took the next bite. He wasn’t going to finish that thought. Tim was here and that’s what mattered.

Danny wasn’t sure how much he ate, but it couldn’t have been much. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and the pull of oblivion stronger.

“Wait, Danny. Stay awake just a little longer, okay?”

Danny groaned but forced his eyes open again.

Tim showed him a bottle of ectoplasm. “Just a few swallows of this, too. Okay?”

He didn’t want to. He’d rather just go to sleep again, but he opened his mouth obediently. By the time he finished his third spoonful, he couldn’t fight it anymore and slumped into the bed. The pain receded back into blackness for a time.

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Danny is going to be getting all the comfort throughout this. All of them will, tbh. Because no one is happy and they all need a hug or five.

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[moralesluvr]

ENTANGLED | Ⅴ.

♡ pairings: miles morales x spider!fem!ohara!reader (reader is also black coded!) ♡ summary: being spider-girl isn't very easy, especially when your number one partner in crime happens to be your one of your best friend's boyfriend...who you might've hooked up with once? ♡ warnings: language, mentions of sex, blood & mentions of death...just strap in! ♡ READ THIS: there is some writing in this part, so be sure to pay attention to that as IT IS CRUCIAL FOR THE PLOT. so scroll instead of swiping through! also, a new character is added! ♡ series taglist form ♡

you turn off your phone, furious at your former-friend. the tension between the two of you is growing for a reason that you can't quite but your finger on, but you think it's only because miles truly does care about gwen, yet, you thought he would at least try to salvage the thinning friendship between the two of you. although that doesn't really matter now, you suppose, so you continue your packing as you hear a knock sounding from outside of your door. hands still folding up one of your shirts, you holler at the guest to come in. it's your father. he opens the door, and crosses his arms at you as you turn around to meet his eyes. "mija, are you ready?" you fold your last article of clothing and zip your bag closed, nodding at your dad silently, who gives you a frown when he realizes that your cheeks are glistening with tears. you're overwhelmed, about everything. your situation with miles & gwen, leaving home for a month, trying to hide your secret...it's a lot for you too handle. he doesn't do it often, but you feel miguel pull you into a tight hug, chin resting on your head as he whispered encouraging words to you in spanish. but, things must go on, and this mission has to be carried out, so you grab your things and give your room a hard last glance before following your dad, who placed a tiny watch on your wrist. it was discreet, made with careful consideration and perfection as not to cause you harm or unwanted attention. it looked like a normal watch, clock ticking against your skin, but it would stop you from glitching and could help you keep in touch with your main folks, that being your dad and jessica. your goodbyes were said and your kisses and hugs were exchanged before you were blasted into earth1610, your eyes screwed shut and nerves jolting as you held in a breath, until you felt yourself standing on a sidewalk. you peeled your eyes open to find the sight of new york, warm air hitting you as you sighed deeply, pulling out your phone.

when you finally arrive at simone's doorstep, your breath has left your lungs and your shoulders are worn from carrying all your bags. you knock on the dark wood in front of you with a weak fist, attempting to catch your breath when the door flings open. it's almost surreal seeing her. when you had to visit earth1610 a couple years back, tagging along with your dad, you met her and her family when your dad easily became friends with hers. you were both way older now but your friendship remained the same, and the smile that stretched on your face was a symbol that you both hadn't missed a beat. she throws herself onto you with a smile, "i actually might holler! i missed you!" you hug her back, bags rolling off of your shoulders, but you don't care. you're so engulfed in her sweet presence that you don't realize when someone comes walking out of the front door. he's tall, with extremely neat locs and a pair of glasses that sit steady on the edge of his nose. clad in a white tee and a pair of grey sweatpants, your eyes dart to simone's brother, adrian, who shoots you a perfectly white smile. no more braces??? you found that your mouth went dry as he waved to you. he was just a year older than you, and last time you saw him, he had short curly hair with braces and always had a pair on vans on his feet, which were now switched for a pair of jordan's. you swallowed your spit. this stay was going to be hard...but something about it didn't bother you. maybe you could finally put you and miles past you.

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[lucigoo]

hiya! ❤️ for the WIP tag, I'd like to know more about the frodo one please 👀

Of course, Its cute one imo. Frodo is tired of Uncle Bilbo being sad, he gets even sadder when he gets letters from his dwarves far away. So whats a faunt to do but go there and let Mr King Dain let Uncle Bilbo visit. And if Frodo is there, Uncle Bilbo will visit, hopefully the dwarves will sotp him grounding Frodo forever, but if Uncle Bilbo smiles, it will be worth it. Snippet:

"Dain isn't the King laddie. He's Lord of the Iron Hills. Dain doesn't live in Erebor.” Balin explained gently.

The hobbit's little face screwed up in confusion. "Yes he does, he's King under the Mountain,  Uncle said so. He said he didn't deserve it, because he did nothing but kill a few orcs at the end. Uncle said he came in and stole Thorin's throne because Thorin was an idiot and went and upped and died." 

Every dwarf in the hall went quiet and Thorin choked on his saliva in surprise. Fili bashed him on the back, not taking his eyes off the tiny child in front of them.

"Lad, is your Uncle Bilbo Baggins?" Balin asked hopefully. The lad nodded his head enthusiastically.

Thorin stood once again and slowly moved forward. "But ... but Bilbo Baggins, Hero of Erebor is dead." He said sadly.

"No, he isn't, he's at Bag End, well, actually, he's probably on his way and really mad at me" the little hobbit answered with a sheepish smile. 

"And why is your Uncle mad at you lad? What's your name too if you don't mind my asking?" Balin asked, gaining the lad's attention again. 

The boy stood as tall as possible "Frodo Baggins, son of Drogo and Primula, ward of Bilbo Baggins at your service" he said, giving a very dwarven bow and then adding quietly to Balin "Uncle said that's how dwarves introduce themselves and we should always be polite because otherwise they might throw your plates and sing daft songs".

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[meownotgood]

fired / hayakawa aki

Aki never thought he'd find himself falling for a subordinate, but stranger things happen when you're a devil hunter. At least being the boss has its perks.

pairing: hayakawa aki x fem!reader

word count: 16.9k

tags: 18+, smut, office sex, smoking, drunk flirting, blowjob, fingering, power imbalance, spit kink, teasing & dirty talk, dom aki but he lowkey a switch, suit kink...?

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

Ugh… I really screwed up this time.

You swore your shoes were filled with rocks as each step you took brought you closer and closer to the destination you'd been dreading. Honestly, to say you screwed up didn't even begin to scratch the surface of the current predicament you now found yourself in. Perhaps what happened could have been excusable if it was your second, third, or maybe even fourth screw up, but this had to be the seventh or eighth time you've botched a mission. You know it's bad when you can't even remember the exact number. 

At this point, reporting to your bosses office only to get chewed out was such a regular occurance that someone should consider adding it to your job description. You were dreading each and every step because you knew you were about to get scolded by that asshole like nobody's business. 

Aki Hayakawa. Lieutenant of the Public Safety Devil Extermination's Special Division Four. Although most people saved the mouthful and just called him Lieutenant. He's a talented devil hunter who was known for being particularly ruthless to any devil he came across. In short, your boss and said aforementioned asshole. 

Okay, okay, maybe calling him an asshole was a bit overdramatic. Aki isn't a complete dick, he's just a bit stern with a rather short fuse. He's obviously good-natured at heart and wants the best for all of his subordinates. He always makes an attempt to be reasonable, but if you give him even the smallest amount of back talk, that's when he'll get pissed off. If you don't follow his orders, he'll get pissed off. If you get in the way of his goals, he'll get pissed off. And if someone were to find a way to constantly inconvenience him by messing up every single mission they were assigned… yeah, he'll get real pissed off at that too. 

Initially, Aki was lenient with you. The first time you came back from an unsuccessful mission, he brushed it off as a pretty excusable mistake. The second and third time, okay sure, maybe you were just on an unlucky streak. After four, five, eight whole times? I mean, it wasn't unreasonable for him to assume that you weren't even trying at this point. 

It doesn't make any sense. All the missions he's assigned should be something you could handle as easily as you've done in the past, but recently, something always seems to go wrong. The third time, you were only supposed to be fighting one devil, but a horde of them suddenly showed up out of nowhere and overwhelmed you. The fifth time, you were on reconnaissance for a gun devil piece, but despite searching for it all day, you were unable to come up with anything, not even a remotely promising lead. Why have you been so unsuccessful as of late? Was the explanation really just unluckiness? 

Yet, no matter how many times you return from a mission with nothing, Aki still faithfully sends you out on another one. You don't want to disappoint him or cause trouble, really, you don't. You've always strived to do your job to the best of your ability because Aki is the last person on the planet you'd want to trouble or let down. 

You've never been particularly chummy with your employer, but you always felt a certain connection to him from the beginning. Just like Aki, your entire life had also been turned upside down by devils; seeking revenge for the friends and family members who were horribly ripped away from you was the entire reason you became a devil hunter in the first place. It's not difficult to understand why Aki does what he does, why he's so strict, and why he's so driven. The more time you spent with him, the more you began to understand him in that regard. For the first time in your life, you were glad to follow someone's orders. If it meant helping Aki, you'd gladly hunt devils until your arms and legs fell off. All you ever wanted was to impress him and maybe take a bit of stress off his shoulders. 

In many ways, you looked up to Aki. His dedication was admirable and his skill as a devil hunter was evident. He did everything with precision and careful planning, but he was intelligent and knew how to use his resources in any scenario. He also obviously had impressive physical abilities. Sometimes he would have boxing matches with hunters from other divisions and every time, he would come out on top against the competition. In many ways, he was the type of devil hunter you aspired to be. His praise meant more to you than anyone else. 

You're stirred from your thoughts when you find yourself finally reaching the doors of Aki's office, instinctively raising your knuckle to knock at the door. Shit, you didn't even think about what you were going to say and now it's too late because you've already knocked. Time to make up some excuses as you go and hope he's not in too much of a bad mood today. 

"Come in." 

The second you've pushed open the door, you're hit by the suffocating smell of cigarette smoke constricting your lungs. It only gets worse once you step inside Aki's office, closing the door behind you. All you can do is feebly wave smoke away from your face and try your best to hold in your coughs. 

The man himself is sitting behind a large wooden desk, legs propped up and crossed casually on top of it. His attire is his usual work uniform: suit, slacks, and hair tied up to show off his earrings. He's tilted back far into his chair, smoking a thin cigarette, exhaling the smoke towards the ceiling. If you weren't in such a bad position right now, you'd ask him to at least consider opening a window if he's gonna smoke inside. 

You stop about three feet or so from his desk, straightening yourself up to attention and standing with your arms crossed behind your back. It wasn't clear whether or not he even noticed you because his eyes never left the ceiling, but finally he spoke through a mouthful of smoke, breaking the silence. 

"So, what's your explanation this time?" 

Oh great. He already sounds fucking pissed. 

You were starting to get used to the smoke at this point, so you take in a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself a little before you speak, "Lieutenant, I tried my hardest to exterminate the devil as you requested, but I was overpowered. It was much more crafty than I anticipated. I thought I would be able to handle it but-" 

"Clearly you weren't able to handle it. You almost got yourself killed and I had to dispatch someone to come save your ass again, further wasting my time and theirs. All of that effort just for a devil I could have killed in two seconds flat with my eyes closed." 

Alright, so that's how he's going to be today. You can feel your fists clenching in anger as you attempt to maintain your composure. You feel horrible for disappointing him, sure, but the least he could do is not talk to you in such a mocking tone, or hell, at least look your way. All the while, Aki has been staring into the distance, not even showing you the respect of a passing glance. 

"Well, I'm sorry Mister Hayakawa, but I'm not you. I tried my best, and it's not my fault the devil ended up being way stronger than anticipated." You grit your teeth and stare daggers into him. 

"Everything is 'way stronger than anticipated' for you these days," Aki says between the cigarette in his teeth, making air quotes with his fingers, "I can't assign you anything weaker. If you've given up, Division Four is no place for you, so why don't you just move to the civilian sector?" 

"I haven't given up!" You blurt out, pulse rising and anger suddenly getting the best of you, "I'm trying to be useful to you, I'm trying to help you, I'm-" You trailed off, your burst of energy short lived as it was swiftly replaced by a wave of dread washing over you when Aki finally turns and meets your eyes. His gaze is sharp enough to cut right through you. 

Aki pulls his cigarette from his lips and sighs deeply. His legs fall from the top of his desk and he swivels in his chair until he's facing towards you. 

"I don't know what's going on, but it doesn't matter what you say to me if your actions tell a different story. This is the last time I'm going to say this, but you need to start shaping up, otherwise I'm going to have no choice but to transfer you," His eye contact is unwavering as he puts out his cigarette on the ashtray resting on the desk. "And what do you mean by trying to help me, anyways? I don't need anyone's help, especially not yours." 

Especially not yours? What the hell was that supposed to mean? You can't contain your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. Your pre-established composure is quickly breaking, but quite frankly, Aki is pissing you off and you don't really care. 

"What's wrong with my help? I'm not incompetent so stop treating me like I'm some kind of idiot." 

"I'll stop treating you like you're incompetent when your results start showing a bit of competency." 

"I told you, it's not my fault! I was fine before you started assigning me all this shit! You want results but you keep sending me on missions that lead nowhere. You have to know you're giving me this crap, right? You're such a dick to me for no reason, I mean-"

You cut yourself off with a gasp when Aki's fist suddenly slams hard against the desk. 

"Why don't you shut the fuck up and start showing some respect?" Aki's jaw clenches as he speaks, and he hunches further forward in his chair. "Who told you that you could talk back to me?" 

Ah, you went too far. You can't say you're surprised that you ended up getting into an argument, but it's not exactly the outcome you were hoping for. It's fine, he's right, anyway. Talking back to your boss is totally unacceptable. Even if he's the one who gave you the stupid missions, you're still the one who ultimately failed them. If you were stronger, if you were more like him, you wouldn't be in this situation right now. 

You sigh in defeat. "I'm-" 

"You're fired." 

Your breath catches in your throat, "Excuse me?" You were about to apologize, but you couldn't even finish the first word in your sentence before he interrupted you. 

"You heard me. You can go now." Aki waves his hand at you nonchalantly as if he's shooing you away before his attention is immediately dragged away from you. He leans back in his chair once more, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and sticking it between his teeth. 

You want to say something, but time is frozen in place and you just can't manage to pick your jaw up from off the floor. You know you pissed him off, but did you really piss him off enough to make him fire you? Did you really screw up that badly? Transferring you to another sector was one thing, but firing you was a whole different beast. It's completely unheard of, he's never fired anybody before, ever. And to hell with you being the first. "You can't do that."

"Just did." Aki strikes his lighter until there's a flame, bringing the cigarette to life. His expression is unreadable as he takes in a long drag before his eyes meet yours. "What are you still doing here? Get out." 

"Sir, please, this is ridiculous. I'm sorry for making you upset, okay? But don't you think firing me over a disagreement is a bit much?" 

"I said get out." 

"Will you at least tell me why you're firing me?" You cross your arms tightly over your chest. "Besides, do you even have the power to do such a thing?" 

"First of all," Aki takes another long drag from his cigarette before he continues. His eyebrows are furrowed and the hand that isn't currently holding the cig is clenched tightly on his desk. "Yes, I do. I have the power to do whatever the hell I want with you. Second of all, you're fired not because of your performance, but because you won't stop fucking arguing with me. I'm not going to tolerate your clear lack of respect."

"I wouldn't have to argue with you if you weren't such an asshole." Probably shouldn't have said that one, but it's too late. 

"Get. Out."

"Aki-"

"That's Lieutenant to you, brat."

You take a deep, dramatic breath in to pull yourself together. Alright, it's okay, you can do this. There's no reason to panic, you're not gonna lose your job. Aki said it himself: he's not firing you because of your performance. He's just throwing a fit right now because you pissed him off. All you have to do is find a way to calm him down, reason with him, and maybe suck up to him a little. You can do that much, even if you have to bite your tongue until it bleeds in order to do so. You straighten up your posture. 

"Lieutenant. I'm sorry." 

"Sorry for what?" Aki raises an eyebrow, his fingers drumming against the surface of the desk. "Cause personally I don't think you're all that sorry."

"I'm sorry for being disrespectful. It's inappropriate for me to talk back to my boss. Please, is there something I can do to make you forgive me? I'll do anything to get my job back." 

Aki brings a hand to his chin, rubbing it as if he's in deep thought and resting his head on his elbow. A slight smile begins to grow on his mouth between the cigarette. "Anything, huh?" 

It was a rather stupid question that Aki already knew the answer to. Of course you'd do anything. Of course a brat like you would argue for your job back, and of course someone as dedicated as you would do anything. That's what he liked about you. 

"Uhm, yeah. Anything." 

Of course you'd do anything for him. Finally, he's got you right where he wants you. 

"Yeah, there's one thing you can do for me."

"And what might that be, sir?" Your mind whirled with possibilities, but trying to think of a realistic one had you turning up completely blank. When you said you'd do anything, you weren't really thinking about what that might entail. The main reason you said it was to plead your case. What the hell could he possibly want from you, anyways? Judging by the look on his face, you're almost certain he's going to mock your stupidity for thinking there was some way to appease him before promptly asking you to leave again. 

"All you've done since you've got here is ran that fucking mouth. I'm so tired of it," Aki's eyes remained locked on yours, his smirk growing more prominent. Yeah, you expected him to say something along those lines. 

"So why don't you come over here and get on your knees so I can shut you up a little, hm?" 

Oh. Oh. Now that's one thing you never would have expected him to say. 

"I beg your pardon?" You choke out, absolutely bewildered at what the bastard had just said to you, "What the hell's your problem?"

"My problem is you don't fucking listen to me. But I've got you listening now, haven't I?" Aki sneers, puffing his cigarette. His pissed off look from earlier has been completely replaced with one of total confidence, like he already thinks he's won. He cocks his head at you, letting out a little chuckle in amusement when you don't reply. The look of disbelief plastered all over your face and the light flush growing on your cheeks is priceless. 

"You want your job back, don't you?" Aki crosses his arms behind his head, leaning back far into his chair. "I think you're in need of some discipline. Someone around here has to teach you how to be professional and respect your superiors. If you can prove to me that you're going to be obedient from now on, then you can have your job back. That's all there is to it, really."

Professional? Professional? Really? Forget teaching you how to be professional, he's the one who just said the most unprofessional thing a boss could possibly say. 

Your hands feel clammy as you struggle to form sentences simply unable to come. If someone told you this was a dream or the setup to a shitty porno film, you'd definitely believe them, but no, it wasn't. Your boss really suggested something so detestable and is now staring at you with the most expectant, smug grin that you would do just about anything to slap off his face right about now. 

If you can prove to me that you're going to be obedient from now on, then you can have your job back. That's all there is to it, really.

What a joke. Does he really think you're stupid enough to believe that? If anyone else was in this position right now, you bet Aki would never suggest something like this. 

Your mind begins to wander when you start trying to pinpoint where all of this came from. Why would the one man who you knew to be all business and no pleasure 99% of the time suggest something so indecent? Aki's never been unfriendly with you, but he's never been super friendly either. Well, that was all besides one night. You always thought he viewed you as simply another one of his subordinates, but one night caused you to second guess your opinion. You started to think you weren't just a subordinate to him, and maybe he actually had feelings for you. 

You recall the last time you went out drinking with Aki and the rest of Special Division Four. It was about two weeks ago, right before your recent string of bad luck. To be honest, you only agreed to go because you felt obligated when they invited you. Special Division Four had just been recognized as the most successful division in the prefecture, hence the cause for the occasion. Therefore, everyone was going out for a drinking party, and that meant everyone, even the ones who didn't normally attend. You threw on whatever you could find, spruced up your hair and makeup, and reluctantly dragged yourself out so you wouldn't end up as the one lame person who didn't show. 

Your intention was to show up, have a drink or two and maybe chat with some co-workers, and then excuse yourself before it got too late. All you wanted to do after an exhausting day of work was go home and relax, not go out and party, so the sooner you could get out of there, the better. Unfortunately, your plan crumbled when you were unable to take your eyes off of your boss for the entire night. 

Of course he would be there. I mean, everybody was invited, after all. And what kind of boss would he be if he didn't attend his own division's celebration? It was obvious he would be there, and yet, you couldn't help but be taken aback when you saw him. Drinking parties weren't exactly your scene, and based on Aki's professional demeanor, you expected it wouldn't really be his, either. It was weird to see him in a place like this, and even more surprising, it was super attractive.

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you were always into Aki. He was definitely handsome and definitely your type. However, he was your boss, and your stubborn dick of a boss at that. Any hope of wanting something with him was out of the question. 

In this setting, though? He didn't feel like your boss anymore. In this casual environment, it was much easier to forget that Aki was your boss and you were his subordinate. Here, he was just Aki. 

Speaking of Aki, the very second you walked into the party he spotted you, almost as if he was watching the door and waiting for you to show up the whole time. He waved you over to the tables the division was occupying, and with a couple of tables filled, everything was quite bustling. Once you noticed his waving and started making your way to the tables, he stood up, motioning for you to follow him. He led you away to the bar, which was still in sight of the party but far enough away that there was much less noise. 

"Uhm, did you need me for something Lieutenant?" You asked once Aki stopped in front of the bar counter. 

"No, no, of course not. I just wanted to talk somewhere quieter," Aki said with a nod of his head before calling the bartender over, then turning to you. "And I was going to ask if you wanted something to drink." 

"Oh, yeah, I uh…"

Now that you had a chance to look at him, you were a bit distracted. Aki's hair was tied up in a loose ponytail and instead of his work uniform, he was wearing a much more casual outfit. When he wasn't dressed to the nines in a suit, you could begin to notice how he was quite well built, with broad shoulders and muscular biceps. He was constantly straining himself fighting devils, so it wasn't unreasonable to assume he had a nice physique, but since you never saw him like this, it was a little surprising. He was standing so close too, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of cigarettes and fancy cologne on his clothes. 

"...Okay, one draft beer for you sir. And for you?" 

Oh, the bartender was talking to you. You tore your gaze away from Aki. 

"Ah, I'll just have a beer as well. Thanks." 

"And put both of those on my tab." Aki piped up. The bartender nodded in response and walked away to prepare your drinks. 

"Wait, Lieutenant, you didn't have to-" 

"Hey Hayakawa!" You were interrupted by someone shouting from the division tables. You and Aki both turned around. "We're all about to take shots! Get over here!" 

Aki sighed, turning back to the bar when the bartender approached and placed two glasses on the counter. He took one glass of beer and pushed the other one over to you. "Sorry, we'll talk some more later, okay?" 

"Oh, uh, alright." You replied awkwardly, grabbing your glass of beer and taking a sip. You could hardly believe Aki's sudden friendliness right now. 

"By the way," Aki turned to leave, but before he did, he leaned in to speak quietly into your ear, "There's no need to address me so formally. Please, just call me Aki."

Before you had a chance to form a response, he was already gone, quickly disappearing in a swarm of people and leaving you to stand at the bar. 

Please, just call me Aki. 

That's Lieutenant to you, brat. 

In hindsight, were you even talking to the same person? 

Eventually, some of your co-workers found you at the bar and dragged you back into the action. They invited you to sit at their table which was unfortunately not the table Aki was at, but it was close enough that you could see him. Close enough that you could listen to him talking, weaving through conversations with confidence and a certain cool-headed allure. Close enough that you could admire him laughing, relaxing and enjoying himself. Close enough that you could watch him top off shots, head thrown back and Adam's apple bobbing in his throat after each one. Close enough that when he stretched, lifting his arms all the way into the air, you were able to catch a clear glimpse of his abs underneath his shirt when it rode up. 

God, when did he get so charming? 

You decided this was starting to get a little too unreal for you and it was probably time to take your leave. As much as you didn't want to ditch Aki, especially after he promised the two of you would talk later, you were not about to stick around and face the realization that you had a crush on your boss, of all people. You downed your second beer of the night while pondering how many Aki must have drank at this point. You weren't sure how many he had before you showed up, but since you sat down, you've counted two beers and three shots of vodka, so he ought to be a little tipsy. 

You got up to leave once you were finished, but a voice, Aki's voice, called out your name. When you turned to him, he was staring at you with the most genuine, soft smile, a light blush painted on his cheeks. "Hey, wait, don't go." 

Oh my God. His smile had your heart melting and you knew you were fucking doomed. 

Aki patted an empty spot next to him, "I didn't get to talk to you yet. C'mere." 

You sat your ass right back down and immediately forgot why you even wanted to leave in the first place. You knew if you were sitting back down now, you weren't going to end up leaving tonight any time soon. Honestly though, you didn't really care. How were you supposed to resist him? Plus, you were drinking, so hey, making good calls wasn't exactly your specialty right now. 

From the moment you sat down next to him, Aki's attention was shifted fully on you. He wasn't crazy talkative which was normal, but he did make a point to include you in every conversation. If people talked over you, he asked you to repeat yourself, and if someone asked a question and you said nothing, he'd personally ask for your answer. All the while, he was staring at you to a degree that must have been obvious to anyone paying attention. 

One thing's for sure, Aki was the complete opposite of an annoying drunk. Most people seemed to get insufferable once they were wasted, but not him. He somehow became even more attractive. At work, you don't think you've ever seen him laugh, not even a chuckle. Yet here, he was laughing at anything and everything, especially at the jokes you made. 

You couldn't help but find it adorable the way he became flushed out from having too many drinks, from the end of his nose to the tips of his pierced ears. The way his words began to slur and it was clearly growing harder for him to talk coherently was a sight to behold, too. Normally, every word that Aki spoke came out of his mouth with finesse and intention. So to see him become a stuttering mess? It was amazing, to say the least. 

The biggest shock to you was how crazy touchy Aki became. At first, it was just short touches that could be dismissed as accidents, like his shoulder bumping yours when he swayed too close, or his arm brushing against yours when he reached for his drink at the same time you did. Eventually though, they got more deliberate and direct. First it was his hand resting on your thigh, then it was his arm slinging over your shoulder, and at one point, he even started playing with your hair. The conversation shifted to you wondering how he ties his up every day, and he offered to show you. 

It was odd because Aki never acted like this around you until now. All of this flirting was completely new. At work, he always treated you like the inferior subordinate that you were, so why was he suddenly being so friendly? 

As the night grew later, everything became somewhat of a blur. You stopped remembering what you and Aki were talking about a long time ago. You also stopped keeping track of drinks. You'd ordered a few more beers, but you kept forgetting about them because you were too busy talking to him. Nevertheless, it must not have been too many because you were tipsy but certainly nowhere near drunk. Aki on the other hand… you had no idea how many drinks down he was. 

Slowly but surely, more of your co-workers started to head home, and once enough of them had left, the remainder of the group decided it was getting late so it was time to pay their tabs and do the same. Once the thought of going home crept into your head, you realized how exhausted you were all along. It was definitely time to go home, rest, and get away from your thoughts. You paid for your drinks and were about to excuse yourself when Aki found you amongst the crowd. Once he was standing up, you noticed that he could hardly walk. 

"Thanks for… coming out tonight," Aki was super wobbly on his feet and even placed a hand on your shoulder to steady himself as he spoke, "You should come more often… I'll see you tomorrow. Wait… wait no, our day off is tomorrow, shit." 

"Aki… you don't have to drive, do you?" 

"No, 'course not, it's nearby so… I mean my house is nearby so… I'm walking. Yeah." His words were a slurred, disjointed mess. It almost sounded like his tongue was too fat for his mouth, making it difficult to speak. 

You sighed. Yeah, you definitely should have been paying more attention and stopped him before he got this bad. If it wasn't for him leaning on you right now, you were sure he'd collapse. There was no way you'd be able to sleep at night if you let him go home alone, it just wasn't safe. "Aki, come on, I'll walk you home." 

Aki didn't object as you led him out of the bar. You'd never been to his place before personally, but you knew the address and you were familiar with the area so finding it wouldn't be a challenge. Your house wasn't too far from his either, so after you dropped him off, you could head home yourself and it wouldn't be much of a detour. 

You walked with one arm around Aki, allowing him to lean on you so he wouldn't topple. His body pressed so close against yours was enough to get your heart pounding in your ears, but you had to keep focused. Walking with him was difficult because of how unsteady his steps were, so a trip that should have taken ten minutes took more like twenty. It felt like forever before you finally reached his doorstep. 

"Aki, hey, you awake? Do you have your keys?" 

"Huh?" Aki jerked up, startled by your voice. He was so quiet the whole way through that you supposed he was starting to fall asleep, and it seemed your assumption wasn't far from the mark. 

"Your keys," You repeated. 

Aki didn't move at first, appearing to be a bit dazed. After a few moments, he unsteadily pulled away from you and started checking his pockets with one hand while using the other to lean against the wall for balance. Eventually, he found the right one when he heard his keys jingle inside. He dug them out and placed them in your hands. "It's uh," He hiccuped, "The silver key with uh… yeah, that one." 

You squint your eyes, trying to navigate the key into the lock. You pondered how someone as careful as Aki could forget to turn on the porch light, and as if he was reading your mind, he said out of the blue, "Sorry, porch light broke yesterday." 

The combination of your drunkenness, exhaustion, and embarrassment did not pair well because your coordination was totally thrown off. The inability to see what the hell you were doing certainly didn't make things any easier, either. You were fumbling with the keys for an awkwardly long amount of time when Aki suddenly leaned his tall frame over you, resting his weight on your back and dipping his head over your shoulder. The unexpected feeling of his weight and his body pressed close to yours startled you, but you didn't tell him to move. He was probably only leaning on you so he wouldn't fall over. 

"You smell good," Aki mumbled. He was close enough that you could get a clear scent of the alcohol on him and feel his breath hot against your ear when he spoke. 

"You smell like alcohol." You blame your quick snap back at him on your slight tipsy-ness affecting your ability to think before you speak. Thankfully, Aki didn't seem to notice nor care. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. 

"You looked so beautiful tonight." 

"What?" You froze up, heat starting to rush to your cheeks. 

"You always are, you're always beautiful," Aki hummed, his lips grazing against your neck, agonizingly close as he whispered against your skin, "You have no idea what you do to me." 

Yep, he was clearly drunk out of his damn mind. You didn't reply, I mean, how were you supposed to reply to that? Whether consciously or not, your effort to open the door was abandoned as you drowned in Aki's lips against your neck. He peppered you with gentle kisses against your skin, his lips soft, tender, and electrifying. When he pulled away, his hand came to grab your chin, tilting your head upward and to the side. Your brain felt completely scrambled when you met Aki's deep gaze. All at once his eyes were closing, his lips were parting, he was leaning in, and you were doing the same. 

Click. 

The unmistakable sound of the door unlocking shattered the moment and you tore your head away. The sight of Aki's roommate at the doorway shook you out of your daze. 

"Ugh, took you long enough to get home." 

"Oh. Hey Denji." Aki hiccuped, promptly pulling himself off of you, but when he immediately started swaying like he was about to fall, you grabbed him by the waist to hold him up. 

"Dude. You're so drunk." Denji ascertained, finishing his sentence with a yawn. He was rubbing his eyes like he just woke up. On second thought, he definitely did just wake up. 

Aki reached for your hand, fumbling to take his keys before stumbling inside where he was immediately caught by Denji before he had the opportunity to topple over. "Thanks for bringin' him home safe," Denji said, holding up a peace sign. "I'll make sure he goes to bed." 

"It's no problem." 

Aki waved to you before Denji closed the door. "See you tomorrow." 

You didn't have the energy to correct him so you simply nodded, waiting to make sure the door was completely closed before you turned and walked away. 

Holy shit. Before, you were exhausted and ready to pass out, but now, you were fully awake. Your face felt like it was on fire as you rushed home on quick feet. Aki's words echoed in your ears and the feeling of his lips against your neck played in your head on repeat to the point where it was all you could think about. His lips were so soft, so warm, and the two of you were surely about to kiss before you got interrupted. And if you kissed, what would happen after? Would he have said more? Would it have kept escalating until you stopped it? 

There was no way you could think about it right now. You got home, threw yourself onto your bed, and willed yourself to fall asleep so you'd forget about it. You were successful in that first endeavor, but the second was a total failure. You remembered every moment in excruciating detail. 

You dreaded going to work a day later. You had no idea what Aki was going to say to you or what you were going to say to him. However, to your surprise and a bit of relief, Aki was a completely different person compared to who he was that night. Rather, it would be more accurate to say he was back to normal. He was back to being his usual uptight self. He also didn't show any hints of even remembering what happened that night. 

You decided to ask him about it when the two of you got a moment alone. 

"Hey, boss, do you remember the other night when we all went out for drinks?" 

"Yeah, vaguely. Why?" 

"Do you remember me walking you home?" 

"Ah, shit," Aki winced, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "You had to walk me home? I apologize, Denji told me I was drunk but he didn't tell me I was that drunk. I guess I really don't remember." 

"It's alright." You shrug, deciding not to pry any further.

You felt relieved he didn't remember and relieved his roommate didn't clue him in, but at the same time, you were a bit disappointed. You were sort of hoping he'd tell you more about his feelings. Could he have actually meant what he said or did he just say it because he was wasted? How much did he remember? I mean, he was totally flirting with you prior to when you walked him home, so there must be some of that he remembers. And how much was a deliberate action and how much was a drunk slip up? 

There had to have been a reason why he was acting so friendly towards you the whole night. The eye contact, the touching, the flirting. He didn't act that way around anyone else, so the logical conclusion would be… 

You were suddenly pulled from your daydreaming and straight back to reality when the sound of Aki loudly clearing his throat filled the air. "Are you going to keep standing there like a deer in headlights or what?" 

Ah, that's right. Your current predicament. You had been standing there zoning out for God knows how long so you almost forgot. You met Aki's gaze. He had long since finished his cigarette at this point and was busy stamping it out, staring at you with one eyebrow cocked. 

Aki was practically living in your brain since that fateful night, but as of late, you haven't had much time to fawn over him. It's kind of hard to find any time for fawning when every recent interaction you've had with him has been him assigning you a mission and then going on to scold you for failing said mission. What he just proposed to you had jogged your memory, though. 

Were you really hoping for there to be something more between you and your boss all along? You didn't have a crush on him, did you? Hell, even if you did, why would you ever do something like that? 

You swallow, your throat becoming increasingly dry and constricted with anxiety. "Aki- I mean, Lieutenant. Is this really necessary to get my job back? And… Can you be more clear about what you want me to do? I think I got the wrong idea." 

"Come on, do you need me to spell it out for you? Or are you just trying to waste more of my time?" Aki suddenly sits up straight, snapping his fingers and pointing down in front of him. "If you want your damn job back, come over here and suck my cock. Is that clear enough for you?" 

His voice is so sultry and his words are so dirty that they immediately give you butterflies in your stomach. Yeah, you heard him right the first time. And yeah, he really was so unprofessional. You're not given much room to think when Aki starts tapping his foot against the floor, a subtle warning of how impatient he's becoming.

"I- I couldn't…" You stammer out, desperate to say something, anything. Your face feels hot and you wouldn't doubt it was as red as a tomato right now. 

"Listen, I don't have time for this. If you're not going to be compliant then leave. This is your last chance and you've got five seconds to decide." 

Seriously? Only five seconds? 

"Five."

Oh great. He's already counting down. 

"Four."

You grit your teeth. You really can't lose your job, that much is true, and that much you've decided on. You swore to kill devils for the rest of your life when you became a devil hunter, and you'd be a fool to give up on your dream so easily. 

"Three." 

Aki was attractive and you had a crush on him. It was time to give up the pointless charades and admit the truth. You could only dance around the subject for so long. He was your boss, yes, and he could be a total asshole, yes, but denying how you feel would lead you nowhere. 

"Two." 

Aki was attractive, but he was especially attractive when he let go for a change. Once his professional persona crumbled, he became a completely different person. You wondered what he would be like when those cracks started to show, when he could no longer contain himself, when his emotions were finally brought to a head. You wondered what he was like with his clothes off, if he was big, what he tasted like, how he would feel in your mouth. 

"One." 

You have no idea what you do to me. 

Aki's words echoed inside your brain. He was right, you didn't have much of an idea. But you wanted to find out. You wanted to watch Aki come undone. 

"I'll do it." 

You scoffed, massaging stress from your temple, "I'll do it okay? So stop with the counting, it's so immature." 

"Atta girl," Aki said with a confident smile, snapping his fingers again and pointing to the door, "Lock the door first, then come over here and get on your knees for me." 

Good thing he remembered that little detail, because you totally forgot. You walked over to the door on shaky legs, swiftly locking it before making your way over to Aki. Suddenly you were in front of him, lowering down to your knees, and the realization of what you were about to do was hitting you just as hard as your heart pounding in your ears. Aki chuckled, and you half expected him to tell you this was all a prank and you were dismissed, but nope. 

"I've never seen you this nervous before, it's amusing." 

Yup, this was really happening, but if it was happening, you were going to make the most of it. You could do this. Once you were in control of his pleasure, you were going to have the cocky bastard falling apart and begging for you. 

"Pay attention," Aki's command cut through the tension in the air. You were fully on your knees now and he was staring down at you, his expression poker-faced but his eyes filled with lust and longing. His tone was stern and demanding when he spoke again, "I can tell your mind has been drifting elsewhere. I want you to pay attention to me and only me from now on, understand?" 

"Yeah, yeah," You reply nonchalantly, reaching for his belt. 

You're interrupted when Aki grabs your face, forcefully tilting your head up so you have no choice but to look at him. His grip is iron as he leans down so his face is much closer to yours. 

"That's not how you address your superior. It's, 'Yes, sir', got that?" The volume on his voice is lowered, but the tone is stern all the same. You nod weakly and his grip loosens. He leans back in his chair again, eye contact never breaking. "Show some fucking respect." 

"Yes, sir," You reply seriously this time, biting your lip to keep your composure. If he plans on having an attitude the entire time, this is going to be much more difficult than you thought. Aki's hand finally disappears from your cheeks and you go back to what you were doing before, reaching for his belt. 

You undo his belt quickly, tossing it aside before moving along to his pants. You unzip them, pull them down to his thighs, and almost choke on your own saliva when the first thing you see is the huge tent in his underwear. You bring a hand to it hesitantly, earning a loud sigh from Aki when you begin palming him through his briefs. How the hell was he so hard already? 

Aki will probably reprimand you if you continue teasing him like this, so you decide to stop and move your fingers to the hem of his underwear. You take a deep breath. All you have to do is focus on the task at hand, just as Aki told you. All you have to do is remind yourself that you're about to suck off Aki, not your Lieutenant. Not your cocky, infuriating, notorious asshole of a boss, but the sweet, charming Aki that you had come to know several nights prior. That's who you had a crush on, and that's who you were doing this for. 

You pulled down his underwear and bit your cheek so hard you were sure it was bleeding when you were met face to face with his hard cock. First impression: there was no way all of it was fitting down your throat. You swore you heard the slightest snicker from Aki, probably entertained by your reaction and the clear look of embarrassment on your face. You brought a shaky hand to the base of his cock, slowly dragging it up the length, all the way to the tip which you rubbed with your palm. 

Aki exhaled deeply, but surprisingly, he didn't say anything. Not like you were complaining, it was nice when he kept his smug mouth shut for once. You pumped your hand only a few times more before bringing your lips to his head. It was already dripping with so much precum. You planted a soft kiss on the tip, feeling his cock promptly pulse beneath your lips, before taking the entire head into your mouth. Your eyes screwed shut and when Aki groaned in approval, you will yourself to take more of him in your mouth. 

His cock wasn't even halfway down your throat when Aki's hand came to your hair. He ran his fingers through before gripping at your scalp and pulling back hard, forcing your head to tilt up and look at him. The sudden movement made your eyes flutter open and you were certainly not excited to be greeted with Aki's pissed off face staring down at you. "Don't close your eyes. I want you to look at me while you're sucking me off," He said with a swallow, voice resolute, "Nod if you understand." 

Your plan was to avoid looking at his stupid face at least until you were more comfortable, but of course Aki was going to make you do the one thing you were trying not to do, whether he was aware of it or not. You really wanted to protest but with a mouthful of dick that's a little difficult, so you nod reluctantly, forcing yourself to keep your eyes on him. Aki smiled, and just when you thought he couldn't get any more irritating, he opened his mouth again. 

"Good girl."

Why the hell did you agree to do this again? 

After that comment, you're not sure how you managed to push past your embarrassment and continue, but you did. Your tongue set flat against the bottom of his cock and you took him further into your throat, stopping a little over halfway when you felt like you couldn't take anymore. You started to pull back but a firm press against the back of your head kept you in place. Aki gave you an expression containing the slightest amount of annoyance. "No, take it all the way." 

You whimpered, looking at him with eyes that were trying to say, "I can't," but of course, he didn't get the hint. Instead, he pressed even firmer against the back of your head, forcing you further down, cramming his cock in your mouth past where you thought was possible. Before you knew it, tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes and he was somehow all the way in. 

Aki held you there for a while, admiring the very view he had fantasized about seeing for so long now. You felt like you couldn't breathe and drool began running down your chin. The entire time, you forced your gaze to not leave his, despite how badly you wanted to tear it away. 

"Fuck, you look so perfect with my cock down your throat, you know that? And you're being so good right now, looking at me just like I asked you to. See, it's not that hard to listen to me, now is it?" Aki reached up with his free hand, grasping his tie and loosening it a little to make himself more comfortable. His compliment makes your heart race in your chest but his arrogant demeanor is pissing you off too much for you to fully enjoy that feeling. His firm press on the back of your head finally eases up, letting you pull your head back just far enough to allow yourself to breathe. 

You stall for a minute, attempting to regain your composure, but with your throat aching, keeping calm is a little hard to do. Your senses are becoming so overwhelmed it feels like your mind has gone fuzzy. All you can think about is him, all you can taste is him, all you can smell is him and the distinct scent of his cigarettes that still lingers in the air and on his clothes. The feeling of his cock choking you and filling your throat is all-encompassing. Trying to wait any longer is a waste of time because at this point, you're never going to be composed. Plus, the last thing you want right now is to make Aki impatient. Reluctantly, you pull back slightly and then sink back down again. 

Aki groans, his head tossing back a bit but his eyes remaining fixed on you. The sight of your pretty lips bobbing on his cock, doe eyes and fluttering eyelashes staring up at him is unbelievably captivating and he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze away even if he tried. The erotic, wet sounds of you sucking, gagging, and gasping echoes impossibly loudly throughout the quiet room. "Fuck," Aki swears under his breath, the sound of you choking on his cock just turning him on even more than he already was. 

Once you start to work up a rhythm, your job gets a little bit easier. Your mouth and your chin have already become an utter mess of saliva and spit. Aki made no effort to stifle or hold back any noise he made which was a pleasant surprise. Each time you drew back with a harsh suck, you pulled an incredibly hot gasp or groan from him which encouraged you to keep going. 

Honestly, you were a bit grateful he made you stare at him, because if you weren't, you'd be missing out. You never imagined you'd be seeing your normally so collected boss like this, tie loose, face flushed out, trying desperately to remain together but at the same time, not caring if he fell apart. One of his hands threaded through your hair and the other tightly gripped his chair's arm. His chest rose and fell with each shaky breath he took in. When you sink down once more and Aki's hips roll forward, forcing his cock far into your esophagus, you feel like you're going to fall to pieces, but the loud moan he's unable to restrain goes right to your core, keeping you intact. 

"Oh my God, you're so amazing, you're so damn good at this. Don't look away from me," Aki commanded breathlessly, and although you weren't planning on doing so, your vision is becoming blurred and Aki thrusting hard into your throat is starting to be too much to handle. His facial expression has lost all semblance of its usual seriousness, instead contorted in pure pleasure. His grip on the back of your head has grown weak as he puts his full focus into what you've realized is essentially fucking your mouth. Every thrust is deeper into your throat than the last and has you choking, feeling like your mouth is going to be split open. You're unable to hold back from crying and Aki revels in the sight of tears streaming down your pretty face. 

Your jaw was aching to an unbelievable degree but you didn't dare to pull back when Aki's hips began to stutter as he lost his rhythm. He broke eye contact, his eyes shut as he threw his head back in his chair. You prayed he was getting close because you weren't sure how much more of this you could take, but Aki answered your prayers when he spoke, voice punctuated with his ragged, heavy breathing, "I'm so… Fuck, I'm so close… I want you to swallow all of it." 

You hummed in response, and the vibrations on his cock were just enough to send Aki over the edge. All of the sudden, he gasped and his hand roughly pushed you forward in tandem with his thrust inward. With his cock as deep in your mouth as he could get it, you felt it twitch before his cum was pouring down your throat. Attempting to pull away was fruitless as Aki's press on the back of your head was firm, so all you could do was accept it, will yourself to breathe through your nose, and swallow. He didn't give you a break until he was sure that you got every last drop. 

When you felt Aki's whole body finally slump, you tore yourself away, his cock coming out of your mouth with a pop. You immediately felt a heavenly sense of relief in your jaw and your throat. As you caught your breath, you attempted to wipe the mixture of tears and saliva off your face with the back of your hand. At this point, you didn't have to see yourself to know that your face was an absolute mess.

Although, even if you looked like a mess, you could probably say the same thing about Aki. When you brought your gaze to him, the first thing you noticed was the rise and fall of his chest. He was panting hard and the sound of him practically gasping for air while trying to get ahold of himself filled the room. And once you brought your gaze down, the second thing you noticed was his dick. Even though he just came, he still looked as turned on as he was when you started. 

You did it. Yeah, you could get up right now, walk away, and have your job be secured, but a rather devilish thought crossed your mind right then. You had done everything Aki asked of you perfectly, so you were off the hook. But where was the fun in that? Right in front of you was an opportunity you absolutely must take advantage of. The opportunity you had been waiting for all along. The chance to finally corner him, to finally get Aki right where you wanted him. 

Your hand came to grasp the base of his length and you felt him pulse hard beneath your palm. His entire cock was still wet and coated with your saliva. You brought your tongue to his base and began to drag it up agonizingly slowly, all the way up to the tip. Aki gasped, "Wait, don't-" His voice stuttered into a moan when you suddenly took his cock in your mouth, sucking hard, before pulling away to flick your tongue against his tip. 

"You can keep going, can't you?" You cooed, massaging his sensitive tip already leaking with precum between your thumb and index finger. Aki simply moaned in response, stuttering as if he were going to say something but ultimately failed, and you swore you saw him perform the faintest nod. You smiled, "That's it. I knew you could." 

Bringing his cock to your lips once more, you kissed the tip, then down, down further, until you were trailing wet kisses up and down his hard length. You peered up at Aki through your eyelashes and to your surprise, he was looking right at you, his face and ears coated in a red blush. The second you met his gaze, he sheepishly turned away. How cute. 

Once you felt you'd sufficiently embarrassed him, you placed a final kiss on his tip before taking him into your mouth again, swirling your tongue throughout. You could hear Aki let out a shaky breath and you continued, eyes fluttering shut as you slowly took his cock all the way down your throat. It was much easier this time now that you were used to the feeling. You pulled back just as slowly, and after his cock fell out of your mouth, you brought a single finger to his base, slowly dragging it up, and you felt his cock twitch beneath it. 

When you looked up, you were faced with Aki glaring down at you, voice stern but shaky with desire when he spoke, "Please, don't fucking tease me."

Unfortunately for him, he just screwed himself over by saying that, because the way he said please was so goddamn attractive. You wanted to hear him say it again and again. You were so greedy to see him fall further into desperation for you. 

Besides the one night you went out drinking, Aki never said please before, not to you, not to anyone. That was the one time, the only time you ever saw Aki be polite. Normally he just did what he wanted and took what he wanted. There was no need for him to be polite when he was the Lieutenant since everyone was already expected to obey his orders. But now, with you in control? Being polite is the least he could do. 

You continued to play with him, completely disregarding his request for you not to. You started up a pattern of bringing your head down and swallowing hard, forcing him to the back of your throat before abruptly falling back, kissing his tip and stroking his dick with your hand. Aki certainly wasn't helping his case much because he happened to be very fun to play with. 

He covered his face with his hands, throwing his head back again. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he tried to swallow down moans. You found it adorable how he quickly became restless, hips squirming in his chair. The second you went back down on him, he'd thrust into your mouth, attempting to get some kind of relief, but you'd end up punishing him by pulling away as soon as he did so. The moans he couldn't hold back were so loud, so sweet, and so incredibly needy. When he brought a hand down to grasp your cheek, a smile fell across your face when you noticed how much he was trembling. 

Aki swallowed before speaking, his voice hoarse and dry from all his gasping and moaning, "I told you not to tease me like that." His eyes locked on to yours and the desperation he must have been feeling was plastered all over his face. 

"Yeah? I didn't hear you." You taunted, your tone only ever so slightly condescending. You continued to pump Aki's cock in your hand, taking careful attention to the tip which was so red and leaking with so much precum you were sure it must have been aching. You rubbed it hard with the base of your palm and Aki groaned in response. "Stop it," He commanded in a low voice, but much of the authority was lost when he was barely able to choke out the words. 

"Oh, so you want me to stop?" You took your hand off his cock abruptly, leaving it completely unattended to. 

"No," Aki spat out hastily, his response so fast it was almost comical. He continued to stare at you with a look of complete and utter want in his eyes. "Don't stop," He drew in one long, quivering breath, "Please." 

You brought your hand back, wrapping it loosely around his length, but before you could even do anything, Aki's hips rolled up into your palm and he whimpered from the relief. 

He kept going and you held still, allowing him to recklessly grind against your motionless hand. Now this was the Aki that you were waiting to see, that you truly loved to see. Here he was, your cocky asshole of a boss, reduced to a complete mess under you. Here he was, lips parted as he moaned softly, thrusting his hips into your hand out of desperation for your touch. It was impossible for you to tear your gaze away from him because the sight was intoxicating. If only you could snap a picture with your eyes. 

What would he do if his subordinates saw him like this? What would he do if those who respected his authority so highly saw him now? The prospect was thrilling, but there's no chance you would let anyone else see Aki like this. This version of him was one you wanted all to yourself. Nothing could top the satisfaction that you, and only you had your Lieutenant so desperate. You, and only you had one of the most revered devil hunters in the country reduced to a pathetic mess at the hands of his subordinate. 

With every thrust he took up, an adorable, breathy cry would fall from Aki's lips and it was music to your ears. When he started picking up the pace, thrusting faster, you took your hand away and he audibly whined in disappointment. "Enough, I-I can't-" 

"If you want more, hold still." 

You brought your hand back to his cock, pumping it once. Aki groaned, his hips shifting in his seat, but he was able to keep himself from moving any more than that. You stroked his cock slowly and leisurely, as if you had all the time in the world to do so. You kept a gentle, apathetic rhythm, ignoring how much Aki was clearly fucking struggling. He whimpered and squirmed every touch. You could feel his heartbeat through his dick in your hand. Searching for something to hold onto, he ran his fingers through his own hair, gripping close to the scalp. As a result, his hair was starting to come loose from the topknot, with strands falling free and covering his face.  

"Oh my God," Aki gasped suddenly, "I can't fucking take this, I need more, I-" 

"Tell me what you want." You said in immediate retaliation. 

"I want…" Aki hesitated for a moment, swallowing, "I want you."

Was he blushing? Or was his face just red from breathing so hard?

"Yeah? You want me?" You smirked, drawing your hand away from him. 

Aki nodded hastily. 

"Beg for it." 

Aki stared at you with an expression simply indecipherable. His ragged breaths became the only sound to fill the room and the only thing you had to indicate the passage of time. He inhaled sharply, exhaled shakily. Breathed in, breathed out. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times. It would seem you've reached a deadlock. 

Should you have said that? No, probably not. Did you go too far? Maybe a bit. Was it too degrading? Yeah, you were stupid to expect him to do something so- 

"I want you, I want you so fucking bad," Aki blurted out, suddenly breaking the silence. "I want to kiss you, I want to touch you, I want to be inside you. Is that what you were looking for?" 

You were stupid to expect him to stand a chance against you. It was only a matter of time until he swallowed the last of his pride. 

"I'll do anything," Aki begged. He brought a hand to his face, covering his eyes in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. "I'll do anything you want, I don't care. Just this once, for the love of God, let me fuck you." 

Anything, huh? 

"How about you give me my job back? And give me a raise while you're at it."

Aki wasn't even listening, nor did he think before he shouted, "Okay! Okay, whatever you want, I told you I don't care-"

"And say please. Ask politely if you really want me." 

"Please," Aki sighed, dragging his hand away so he could look at you. His desperate gaze pleaded harder than his words ever could. "Please let me fuck you. I need you. I really need you. Please." 

How were you supposed to resist that? 

"There we go," You said with a smile. 

The heat of the moment must have possessed you because before you were even able to process what was happening, you were pushing yourself up, leaning forward, and so was Aki. With the two of you agonizingly close, so close to connecting but not quite, you managed to sneak in one last comment before Aki fully leaned in. 

"Good boy." 

Aki completely stalled. His lips trembled like he wanted to say something, but in the end he gave up. He leaned down, grabbing you firmly by the neck and yanking you up until he met you in a rough kiss. 

His soft lips against yours sparked a red-hot fire in your chest and you found yourself pressing against him further, wanting more. You pushed him all the way back into his chair, all the way until you could climb on top of him. Even still, he wasn't close enough. You grabbed a fistful of his shirt collar and tugged him in. 

Once he felt you were comfortable on his lap, Aki parted his lips, wasting no time coupling his tongue with yours. His mouth tasted vaguely of mint and cigarettes. He kissed you with all the fervor from his pent-up emotions, with all the anticipation built from days and nights prior. It was passionate and intense with a clear-cut sense of urgency felt between your exchanges of gasps and sighs. All the while, he maintained such a strong grip around your throat that it made you feel as if you were floating among the clouds. 

Aki had been craving this for so, so long and now that he had it, it was better than he ever could have imagined. His whole body felt warm and filled with an utter need for more. You ran your fingers through his hair, starting from the base of his neck near his scalp, sending tingles throughout his spine. His topknot was just barely hanging on at this point. You were delicious, but the faint taste of himself on your tongue was like nothing else Aki had experienced before.  

His free hand trailed under your shirt, calloused palm beginning to explore your body as shamelessly as if he owned it. When his lips finally and reluctantly tore away from yours, Aki leaned in to speak into your ear between uneven breaths, his voice low and tone completely changed as he returned to seriousness. "Get up and bend over the desk." 

Oh, yeah, that's right. He said he wanted to fuck you and you agreed because you couldn't resist him. You agreed? You couldn't deny that you were really turned on, but maybe you should have thought about it more before you went ahead and made a deal with the devil, figuratively, of course. 

You felt a strong pang in between your legs when you slid off Aki's lap and only just now did you notice how wet you were, almost uncomfortably so, in fact. You caught a full glimpse of Aki as he was shrugging off his suit jacket, first meeting his eyes which were clouded in lust, then trailing your gaze down to his dick, which looked so hard it must have been hurting. Honestly, now that you were looking at it again, you had no clue how you managed to take something so big down your throat. Your mind began to wander without your control. You wanted to know what it, what he felt like inside you. You would probably feel him so deep, hitting all of your sweet spots, stretching you out and… 

Goddammit. You had fully admitted to failure once you started thinking those thoughts, but in reality, you had failed the minute you kissed him and the minute you started teasing him. Forget your dignity, forget concern for the implications or repercussions. Right now you needed Aki's dick and you weren't about to consider if you'd end up regretting it later. 

You brought yourself over to his desk on shaky legs, taking a deep breath as a way to prepare yourself before leaning over it. Aki rose as well, discarding his jacket over his chair so he was wearing only his shirt, then following to stand behind you. 

Aki snickered, "There we go. Good girl." 

Was he actually fucking mocking you? He was just begging like a dog, and now the bastard was mocking you? 

Aki reached for the zipper of your skirt, pulling it down, but instead of taking your skirt off, he opted to simply push it up to around your waist. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this? How long I've wanted this?" He muttered, rolling his sleeves up to his biceps before kicking your legs open to spread them further. "God, I've been dreaming of taking you right here for so long." 

Well, you had a bit of an idea, but Aki having feelings for you always seemed unrealistic until now. He didn't seem like the type of guy who would have feelings for anyone, let alone allow those feelings to get in the way of his work. In any case, one thing you never expected was for Aki's feelings for you to be so passionate. Your boss was always the pinnacle of professionalism. You couldn't imagine him thinking anything dirty about a subordinate, let alone you, who he was usually an asshole towards. But now, you had much more of a clear picture. Everything was just an act. Aki's cold attitude towards you was just a meticulously crafted persona, a persona that you were slowly seeing crack. 

You heard the sound of silk rubbing against fabric and then Aki's stern voice commanded, "Hands behind your back." You were curious, so you did as you were told and Aki grabbed your wrists with one hand, yanking your arms backwards. He wrapped what you could only assume was his silk tie around your wrists, securing the binding tightly with a knot. "Consider this your punishment for teasing me earlier." 

"You liked it." You snapped back, tugging at your restraints to no avail. Aki merely chuckled in response and you inhaled an incredibly sharp breath when his fingers were suddenly pressed against your cunt, rubbing you through the fabric of your underwear. 

"I think you're the one who liked it," Aki mused, his fingers rubbing slow, gentle circles against your clit, feeling your wetness through the fabric, "You're completely soaked, were you getting off on teasing me like that? I've got to say, you didn't strike me as the sadistic type." 

You held back your moans and grumbled through your teeth, "And you're saying you didn't like it?"

"Tch," Aki scoffed, drawing his hand away to hook his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, swiftly pulling them down to your thighs. "I don't like being bossed around by mere subordinates." 

"Right, so that's why you were begging like a pathetic bitch. I think that you-" You cut yourself off abruptly with a whine when Aki suddenly plunged a finger inside you, curling it upwards. 

"Hah, you're so wet, look at how easy that went in," Aki taunted, adding another finger without bothering to ask, two fingers now shoved inside you. Aki's hands were always much bigger than yours, and you were now extremely aware of how long his fingers were. They reached deep, much deeper than your own fingers could ever reach, and were rough with callouses. He moved them with the same precision and finesse he seems to carry through every facet of his life, curling them up in such a way that they pressed firm against your sweet spot every time. There was a tinge of irony to be found in the fact that Aki neglected to tease you despite how bad you had teased him. Instead he was right to the point, giving you exactly what you wanted and exactly what would leave you reeling the most. If he was this good with his fingers alone, how were you supposed to handle the rest of him? 

You bit your lip hard to stifle your noises as waves of pleasure surged through your body. You weren't about to give him the satisfaction of hearing your moans, but clearly he noticed your plight. 

"Why are you so quiet now? You can't keep your mouth shut when you're busy disrespecting me," Aki teased, sounding as confident as ever as he scissored his fingers inside you. "Let me hear you, tell me how good it feels. I know it feels good." 

"Shut up, annoying fucker." You retorted immediately. 

"You're always such a cocktease," Aki hummed in amusement, pulling his fingers out. You couldn't hold back a whimper when your cunt pulsed from the sudden absence. Aki said harshly, "I hope you know that little attitude of yours is going to disappear once I'm fucking you as hard as I want." 

You rolled your eyes, but kept quiet for now. Aki brought his fingers to his mouth and you could hear him sucking the digits clean. Your taste was sweet, and if he wasn't so impatient to be inside you right now, he'd definitely taste you even more. Maybe next time. 

Once he was finished, Aki brought one hand to the small of your back, pressing gently as he leaned over you. The other he used to grab your face, tilting your head up until he was directly above. 

"Let's do something about that dirty mouth of yours, yeah? Open." Aki ordered, tapping your cheek with his finger. You obeyed, opening your mouth hesitantly, until Aki commanded, "Wider." You did as you were told again, trying to open your mouth as wide as you could manage. 

You couldn't exactly see from this angle, but if you could, you would have seen Aki's jaw flex as he gathered saliva. Without warning, he spit into your mouth, directly onto your tongue. Before you had a chance to protest, Aki was pressing your chin up, forcing your mouth closed. "Swallow."

Aki smirked when he heard you gulp. A little spit was far from enough to gross you out, I mean, you just had his dick down your throat and earlier you were practically sucking on his tongue. You stared daggers into him that gave the impression you were beside yourself with anger, but although you'd never admit it, a little part of you enjoyed being commanded by Aki like this. After all, you always wanted to impress your boss as much as possible. Or maybe you were just so horny you didn't care anymore. 

"That's my girl," Aki let go of your face, playfully slapping your cheek as he drew back. "You act so damn cocky, but in the end you're always obedient to me." 

Aki's hands found your waist, his grip rough against your bare skin. Your back arched when he lifted your ass, positioning you properly in front of him so you were level with his height. He pressed his cock in between your thighs, grinding it hard against you. "Tell me, who's in control here?" He asked, voice dripping with spite. 

You didn't reply, instead panting hard as you tried to appear unflustered. The anticipation was killing you. He was so close to filling your aching cunt, close enough that you could feel his heartbeat through his dick as it pulsed and grinded against your clit. 

"Answer me you little brat," Aki leaned down, speaking directly into your ear, "Answer me or I'm not fucking you." 

"I… You… I'm-" You stammered through your gasps, legs feeling like they were about to buckle. You gasped when Aki suddenly slapped your ass hard with his open palm, certainly hard enough to leave a mark. 

"Do you want me to walk away and leave you here? Answer me properly. Who is in control?"

"Dammit," You breathed heavily, forcing yourself to calm down and ignore how much your ass was stinging. "You are, you're in control, Lieutenant." 

That's right. He was in control, he was always in control. Everything had gone exactly as he planned, exactly as he wanted. You were never the one in the driver's seat. If there was ever a point where you thought you were, you must have been horribly fooled. 

"That's what I fucking thought." 

Aki pulled your hips until the head of his cock was prodding at your entrance and he sighed, mumbling so quietly you almost didn't catch it, "I'll try to be gentle, but I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."

You whined when Aki finally pressed inside you with ease, a disgustingly wet sound filling the air. He groaned in your ear when he bottomed out, pulling you in hard by your waist as if he was desperate to get even deeper. 

Assuming you had any doubts still lingering in your brain, they were shaken now. Assuming you had any shame over the inglorious reality that you were currently in your boss's work office, during work hours, bent over his desk with his dick inside you, the pure ecstasy that you felt must have knocked the shame right out of you. Aki's cock stretched you perfectly, deeply, and you could feel him in your stomach as prominently as the butterflies. You thought his fingers reached deep, but this was on a whole different level. His large frame leant over yours and his breath was hot on your cheek. You felt close to him now, closer than ever before, and that thought sent you right to heaven. He felt so good, so perfect, so right. It was everything you had imagined and once he started moving, fuck, it was so much more. 

Aki rolled his hips in and out, slowly and deliberately. Each time he fucked into you, he took note of the moans that left your mouth, trying to adjust and hit the spots that drew the most noise. "God, shit, oh my God, feels so good," Aki stammered in between shaky breaths, his voice light and barely audible over your noises and the sound of skin slapping against skin. 

You stared at the door in front of you. When you first walked in, this was definitely the furthest from what you imagined happening. Your hands, still bound by his tie, clenched as you dug your fingernails into your palm, trying to quiet yourself down and take it. You were starting to get used to the feeling, but his dick was still so fucking big and he knew exactly how to use it. You were whimpering at every thrust, feeling amazing but feeling like you were going to be split open at the same time. If you had any idea he was this good, maybe you would have been bent over for him a long time ago. 

As long as you continued moaning like this, sure, the door was locked, but anyone walking down the hallway might hear you. No, they would definitely hear you. They would hear you and know you were being fucked by the Lieutenant just beyond the door. Somehow though, that thought didn't scare you, it just made you more turned on. 

Aki's hand found itself tangled in your hair, sending tingles all over your scalp when he ran his fingers through. He continued at a slow, steady pace, and it seemed like Aki was focused on fucking you as deeply as he could rather than as hard as he really wanted. When he pressed inside, he rolled his hips into you, pushing his cock in as deep as he could manage. He was reluctant to pull away, but when he did, the feeling of your cunt sucking him back in made him delirious. 

"Shhh, shhh," Aki cooed when your moans started to pick up, although he made no attempt to slow his tempo. "Don't- fuck," He swallowed, cutting himself off when he rammed in again, "Don't get too loud, otherwise people are going to hear. You can take it, you're doing so well." 

Every thrust of Aki's hips, every single one of his moans, every movement and every word he spoke was filled with the weight of just how long he had been waiting for this, how long he had been dreaming of this, how long he had planned this and you never even noticed. 

When you went on a dangerous mission, he thought about you the whole time, racked with fear that you wouldn't return. Once you finally did, covered in wounds and just barely making it out with your life, Aki mysteriously took over assigning your missions from that point on. You can't remember the last time you were given a mission anywhere near as strenuous as that one. 

When he caught a co-worker chatting you up on a joint operation between the whole division, refusing to leave you alone while they invasively put their hands on you, suddenly you weren't assigned any missions with that co-worker anymore. On future joint operations, Aki always seemed to be standing closer to you than usual, always acting as a barrier between you and that person. Apparently, they went on to quit a while ago, with rumors floating around that someone threatened them into doing so. 

And when you started under-performing, set on your current unlucky streak, that's when Aki hatched his plan to take advantage. A ploy to corner you into fulfilling his desires unless you wanted to give up your job was a bit cruel of a plan, sure, but it would work. When he was the one calling your shots, everything would be rather easy. All he had to do was send you on missions he knew would be fruitless or a waste of time and fudge the rest of the details. Once you had sufficiently failed enough, he'd just fire you for your incompetence, and devil hunting was your life, so you'd do anything to get your job back, right? 

Of course you would, because his plan went off without a hitch. Actually, considering he had just planned on having you suck him off and now he was currently seven inches deep inside of you, his plan went way better than he expected. 

"Fuck, fuck you feel so good," Aki moaned when he pressed into you again, feeling your walls squeeze around his cock. Everything he was waiting for finally became realized, and yet, there was still a part of him who wasn't fully satisfied. There was still a part of him who was desperate for more. He asked quietly, mostly to himself, "Why can't I get enough of you?" 

You were wondering the same question. Why couldn't you get enough of him? You wanted more, you needed more. You wanted to plead for him to go faster, harder, deeper, louder, but when you opened your mouth, your thoughts were so scrambled that the only word you could think to say was, "More." 

Thankfully, Aki got the hint, and he picked up the pace. The whole desk shook as his hips began to snap forward faster and rougher, giving you the relief you had been searching for. You felt an overwhelming euphoria in your core each time he thrusted in. "Yes! Don't stop!" You cried out a little louder than you should have, already forgetting that he told you to quiet down.  

"Tell me," Aki choked out between gasps, his voice getting hoarse, "Tell me how good it feels." 

"It feels so good! You feel so fucking good Aki, don't stop!"

Aki gasped when you said his name, the rhythm of his hips stuttering for a moment. He wasn't expecting you to say it then, but the way you did was just so perfect. There were very few people who called him by his name; for the most part, it was either Lieutenant, boss, or Hayakawa if they wanted to be direct. You were the only person he ever gave permission to call him Aki, so hearing his first name fall so effortlessly from your lips was wonderful. Nevertheless, the reminder that he was the one who had you bent over his desk, he was the one who had all the power over you and you knew it… the thought alone would be enough to make him come undone if he wasn't trying to hold back right now to savor the moment. 

"Say my name again, please," Aki begged, his inclusion of asking politely surprising not only you, but himself as well. It just slipped out, honestly, but either way, it seemed to do the trick. 

"Aki, God, Aki!" Your legs were beginning to quiver now, threatening to buckle with every thrust. "You're so big Aki, you feel amazing, you feel so-"

You yelped when Aki abruptly pulled out of you, grabbing your waist and twisting you around until your back was slammed against the desk's hard surface. His mouth was on yours in an instant, your eyes fluttering closed as he sloppily kissed you. His lips felt just as soft as before, but this kiss was much rougher and messier, driven by a fever of desire. One of his hands roughly gripped your waist, holding you so you wouldn't slip, and the other found the buttons on your shirt, expertly unbuttoning them. 

When the two of you pulled apart, you remained connected by a thin line of saliva between your tongues. You opened your eyes, and the sight you were greeted with almost knocked you out. Aki was panting hard trying to catch his breath, face flushed and pupils blown, gaze warm with infatuation but coated with lust. With his sleeves rolled up, you could see his strong biceps covered in scars and rippling veins throughout his arms. His hair was a mess and he reached up into it, pulling out the hair tie that was just barely hanging on before shaking his head until the black strands fell loosely around his face. You had never seen Aki with his hair down until now since he had the habit of always keeping it up, but Lord, he was so pretty. His hair framed his face absolutely perfectly. 

"I wanted to see your face," Aki explained, his calloused palm gently gliding up your body now that your shirt was opened. Wanting to see your face was the truth, but he also needed a minute to compose himself because the way you were saying his name had him on the edge and he wanted to last longer than that. 

"You're so pretty." You said abruptly. 

Oops. You didn't mean to say that one out loud. 

Aki merely chuckled, a faint blush dusted over his cheeks. "And you're beautiful." His hands found your waist to pull you forward, and he hesitated for a moment, leaning in close to whisper, "But I bet you look even more beautiful when I'm inside you." 

Aki pressed back inside you, the feeling of him filling you up again nothing but pure bliss. Your heart was pounding hard but his was pounding even harder. You wrapped your legs tightly around his back when he stuffed you to the hilt once more. 

It didn't take long until Aki had worked back up to his previous pace. He started out with deep rolls of his hips to work back into it before his thrusts devolved, becoming senseless and ragged and filled with need. Although his grip mostly stayed steady on your waist, he frequently ran a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face when it started to obscure his vision. Strands stuck to his forehead from his sweat. There was something so intense about the way his eyes remained locked on yours, lustful gaze threatening to swallow you whole. 

You weren't really attempting to stifle your noises at this point, and apparently, neither was Aki. He was loud, much louder than you even, moaning and gasping in between each thrust and ragged breath he took in. Funny, he's the one who told you to be quiet, and yet he was the one moaning so loud it could probably be heard three rooms over. 

At first, he was worried about people walking by and hearing, but to tell you the truth, he didn't really give a shit anymore. What were they going to do if they heard him? It was his office, so he could do whatever the hell he wanted. His only grievance was that he didn't want anyone else hearing your noises besides him, but it couldn't be helped in this scenario. He wanted to hear every single noise that left your lips. He didn't want you to hold back anything. 

If there was one description to express how Aki felt right now, it would probably be love-drunk. His mind felt like a complete blur and all he could think about was how amazing you felt, how beautiful your face looked when he was fucking you, how sweet your voice was; all he could think about was you, you, you. He had experience, but nothing like this before, nothing even close. No-one made him feel this way or intoxicated him like this before. Perhaps it was because he had been waiting so, so long for this moment, or perhaps it was just because you were made for him. 

"Close, really close," Aki stammered into your ear, his head dropping to the nape of your neck. His breath was hot and loose strands of his hair tickled your skin. His thrusts were erratic as he began to lose his rhythm. 

"Keep going, just like that," You pleaded, feeling your release coming closer as well. You had been struggling against your restraints this whole time and you finally managed to loosen the knot around your wrists. You snaked an arm out from under you and brought your newly free hand to the back of Aki's head, feeling his soft hair beneath your fingers. Your legs around his back tightened as you pressed him closer to you. 

"How is it?" Aki asked breathlessly. 

"Fuck, it's amazing!"

"Tell me more," Aki groaned, grabbing your open hand and interlacing his fingers with yours when he noticed your arm was free. He gripped your hand tight, his palm sweaty and fingers shaky. "Tell me how amazing it is, tell me how I'm the only one who can fuck you this good."

Did he want you to praise him more or did he just have a fetish for feeding his own ego? 

"It's so good Aki, you're so good," You gripped his hair so hard he thought you might tear it out. "You're the only one Aki, you're the only one, please don't stop-"

You thought you could hold on for a few moments longer, but when Aki started chanting your name under his breath, you knew you were done. He rolled his hips up, hitting that perfect spot in your stomach once more, and that was it. Waves of adrenaline mixed with pure pleasure washed over your entire body as you came around his cock, back arching and legs shaking. You cried out his name, practically screaming it until Aki's free hand covered your mouth, leaving you to whine hopelessly into his palm. 

Aki fucked you through your high, not giving you a moment to breathe. He melted in between the sound of your muffled cries, the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him, and the sight of your beautiful face twisted in pleasure. He stuttered, tumbling over his words, "I'm- fuck, I'm-" 

He groaned, unable to even get the words out before he felt his pleasure burst like a bubble. He shoved deep inside you one last time, giving you all of him as he fell apart. He held himself there as he came, making sure you were pumped with every last drop of him. 

Aki's breath was heavy as he panted, chest heaving, feeling like he was putting in more effort than usual just to squeeze air from his lungs. His body slumped against yours, pinning you to the desk, his grip on your hand loosening. Fuck, he thought you made him cum hard when he was down your throat, but you had just made him cum even harder than he thought was possible. He can't remember the last time he felt this exhausted, not even when he was fighting devils. 

You were really everything he ever dreamed of and more. The feeling of you finishing around him was almost as amazing as the satisfying realization after the fact that he was the one who made you cum, he was the one who got to fuck you. And now that he had come inside you, you belonged to him, that was something he was going to make sure of. 

Aki placed a soft, tingling kiss on your neck, and then on your jawline as he finally pulled himself out of you. "Good job," He praised quietly through unsteady breaths, removing his hand from your mouth to caress your cheek. "You did so good for me. I knew you would." 

"Yeah, so good…" You sputtered, your mind feeling like it was coated in a thick, dizzying fog making it impossible to think straight. Hardly even thinking about what you were saying, you mumbled, "Such a good boy."

Aki let out a half-hearted chuckle, nuzzling his face into your neck, "Why do you insist on calling me that?" 

"Cause you like it." 

"No." 

"Yeah, you do. Admit it and this won't be a one-time thing, I'll let you do me whenever you-" 

"I like it." 

You burst into laughter, your chest pressing against his, "That easy to get you to talk huh?" 

Aki smiled and shrugged, "I guess so. I can't resist you." 

Time felt frozen in place as you laid there, staring at the ceiling through half-lidded eyes as your laughter died down and you caught your breath. Your legs felt numb but still hung around Aki's back at the ankles. As the vertigo began to fade away, you felt the lightheadedness replaced by a slam of dread and embarrassment. 

Here you were, with your shirt unbuttoned, skirt pushed up, and underwear missing, sprawled over your boss's desk. Your hair was a sheer mess, you were drenched in sweat, and you smelled undeniably like sex. How the hell were you supposed to go back to work like this? More importantly, how much time has passed since you first arrived? You had assignments that were supposed to be done by today. 

"Aki, I have to go back to work." 

"No you don't," Aki retorted, lips brushing against your neck. "I'm your boss, remember? I'll sign off on your assignments for today, so just relax." 

When Aki began kissing and nibbling at your skin, you found yourself quickly easing up. His lips were gentle and teasing, but his goal was rather clear: to leave his mark on you. He wanted a reminder of everything. An indication every time he looked at you, every time he saw you at work, that it wasn't just a dream. Or rather, a reminder that his dream had come true. A selfish part of him also wanted everyone to know just who you belonged to, but of course, only he would know he was the cause. They could certainly wonder, though. 

You sighed when Aki sucked harshly against the sensitive skin, but you made no attempt to stop him from littering you with hickeys and love bites as you ran your fingers through his hair. When he was finished, he pulled away to admire his work, your arms hooked around his neck. Several purple bruises painted your neck, scattering down to your collar bones. 

"You're so beautiful."

Your heart skipped a beat and you hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you really think so?" 

"Of course I do, I always have. You've always been beautiful to me." 

For a few moments, it felt like you and Aki were the only two people in the universe. You were lost in his warm gaze, in his tender expression, in his smile, which was as genuine and soft as what you saw when you first fell for him. Maybe it was his sweet words, maybe it was him finally admitting some of his feelings, or maybe it was just the high you were coming down on, but you found yourself falling for him all over again. 

Aki's fingertips brushed gently over your skin, over the bruises he had marked you with as he spoke, "You should come over to my place tonight." 

"Huh? Why?" You didn't realize until now that your hand had trailed to Aki's ear, where you were playing with his earring between your fingers. 

"Because my roommates aren't going to be there. And I want to spend more time with you. Do you want to?"

"I'd love to." 

Aki grinned and he held your waist to keep you steady as he pulled back further, your arms falling at your sides. He suddenly snickered when his eyes caught on something below you. 

"What?" You asked curiously. 

He met your gaze with an amused look on his face. "My desk is filthy." 

You sat up in a hurry, supporting yourself with your hands, and when you looked, sure enough, he was right. In between your legs, directly on the hardwood surface was a pool of… yeah, you didn't even have to say it. 

"It's fine," Aki reassured with a dry laugh when he saw the panicked look on your face. He gently let go of your waist once he was sure you were upright, then taking a few steps back to his chair. He snatched his suit jacket from where it was draped over the back, tossing it at you. "Use that to clean it up." 

You were hit with utter disbelief, then when you realized he wasn't joking, you stammered, "Are you serious? But that's…" 

"Relax. I'll take it to the dry cleaners later." 

Reluctantly, you scoffed and did as he suggested, trying your best not to be bothered. You cleaned up while Aki found the rest of his clothes and put them on. The least you could do was wipe down everything with an inside section of the jacket so if it did stain, it wouldn't be noticeable. You tossed his jacket aside when you were finished. 

When you finally stood up, you felt the soreness in your core and the shakiness in your legs. Aki rushed over to you before you could take a wobbly step, picking you up with ease and setting you back on the desk. "Hold on, I'll help you." 

Aki helped you get dressed, slipping on your underwear which was totally ruined, then adjusting your skirt as you buttoned up your top. He grabbed his tie from the desk behind you, wrapping it around his collar. 

"Aki-" 

"Lieutenant." Aki corrected as he redid his tie, pulling to tighten it. 

You sighed dramatically, "I'm not calling you that shit." 

"Good, I don't want you to. I was just messing with you."  

Aki calmly dug in his pocket for his lighter and cigarettes, slipping a cig in between his teeth. He struck his lighter with one hand and held your waist with the other. 

"Ha ha." You laughed sarcastically, "Funny joke. Were all the other times jokes as well?" 

Aki shrugged, taking a nice, long drag from his cigarette once it was lit. The rich taste of nicotine filling his lungs was just what he needed to relieve his exhaustion. "I don't know," He said through a mouthful of smoke, turning his head to direct the smoke away from you. "You decide." 

You ignored his comment to ask the question that was burning in your mind the most, "Aki, do I have my job back now?" 

"Yeah, why wouldn't you?" Aki replied, taking another puff of his cigarette. 

"I don't know, I just didn't expect you to give it back to me so easily. I know I did what you asked but…"

Aki smiled. 

"This was never about your job, darling." 

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa smut #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man smut #aki hayakawa #aki x reader

[will-noble-owns-my-ass]

"We're Just Friends." ("Or Are You More?") IV || Iain x Amy

(Not my GIF)

A week later Iain and Amy were on shift. Amy had a spring in her step. This is because the shift was almost over and tonight... Tonight they weren't going to the Hope and Anchor. Tonight, they and their friends were going to move Iain's things from his flat to her house. She shook her head. As of tonight it was their house. And Amy couldn't wait.

She watched from the desk as he brought in a shout, winking at her as he went past. She laughed softly looking down at her paperwork.

Alisha looked at het then "You know one of these days your going to have to tell Cal about this. Your moving in with him. Cal's going to find it weird if he comes round and Iain is always there."

"Alisha we're going to tell him. We're just not sure when."

"I'm surprised he hasn't already figured it out."

"I'm not. It's Cal... He isn't particularly observant when it comes to my relationships."

"And yet, you have to deal with his relationship drama, I take it that's part of the reason you're yet to tell him?"

"Yeah I think that's part of why. Are you coming round to help us move tonight? I've got drinks in and I'm going to order food in."

"Yeah, Sounds good. I'll bring Bea?"

"You can. Will, Max and Zoe are going to help."

"Cool okay. Yeah we'll come help."

Amy smiled "They can move the boxes and furniture and build stuff and we'll unpack and reorganise?"

"Sounds like a plan." she smiled

And and as she turned to go when her pager went off, she whispered "Heads up" Amy laughed and span around to see Iain leaning against the desk.

" 'Ello Love. Did I just hear you say I'd be building stuff tonight?" he asked softly "Ah, I might have." she laughed "And you'll be moving some of the heavier stuff around. And I'm sorry but I'm mot sacrificing any of my dresses. You're going to have to rebuild your wardrobe." He laughed as she continued "Also, that new coffee table we bought."

"Oh God, we don't need to go to IKEA again do we?"

"No. Not yet." she laughed softly "But you do have to build the furniture we picked together, I've sold my bedside tables and my bedframe already."

"Aright so... Will, Max and I Will be really busy tonight and you, Alisha, Bea and Zoe are going to stand around laughing while we argue with screws and bits of wood."

"Nah. We won't. We're going to be organising stuff." "Stuff?"

"Moving stuff around the kitchen. You have stuff I don't. So I'm going to move some stuff around. Maybe give some stuff to our friends."

"Okay." he smiled, "We got a TV stand too didn't we? Cause I love you Amy, but I think I'll go mad if I have to keep watching TV from the floor." she laughed as his eyes kept flitting towards her lips.

"Yes. We bought a TV stand but it is another thing you lads are going to have to build."

"Ah damnit! Oh well." he grinned "I could kiss you." he said quietly, moving toward her on his elbows

"I wouldn't stop you." she said just as quietly. Smiling, closing the small gap between them and kissing him softly and then... "Come on mate, we've another shout. Put her down." She laughed looking down. He rolled his eyes "Coming Jeffery! See you later love." He smiled softly and kissed her cheek quickly as he ran off to join Jeff, no doubt getting teased for what just happened.

"See you tonight." She grinned now feeling even more excited for the evening ahead.

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#iain dean #bbc casualty #casualty story #amy knight

[selfindulgentsillinessbracket]

Self Indulgent Silly Bracket

Bracket 2 Round 18

I am praying for Sam & Max because I think Crash should be punished because they're seriously putting in fucking Female N. Tropy before my boy Crunch. You're telling me N. Brio & Tawna seriously get in before him?? Fucking Ripper Roo got added before him too. I love Ripper Roo, I love Brio, I love Tropy (Female N. Tropy & the original, love them both) & Crash 4 Tawna has genuinely grown on me a lot, love her. But THEY ARE ALL HERE BUT NOT FUCKING CRUNCH???? THE FUCKING GENDERSWAPPED CHARACTER GOT IN BEFORE CRUNCH DID. LIKE. FUCK OFF. YOU PUT IN THE CRASH BANDICOOT EQUIVALENT OF BOWSETTE BEFORE YOU PUT IN CRUNCH. YOU'RE TELLING ME FUCKING BOWSETTE N. TROPY GETS TO BE HERE FIRST BEFORE CRUNCH IS EVEN TEASED A LITTLE BIT?? IF IT WAS THE ORIGINAL N. TROPY I GUESS I'D UNDERSTAND SINCE HE WAS FROM THE PS1 ERA BUT YOU PICKED THE FUCKING BOWSETTE N. TROPY BUT CRUNCH DOESN'T EVEN GET A PASSING WINK OR NOD????? YES I'M ANGRY ABOUT THIS I THINK THAT'S SOME FUCKING BULLSHIT IS WHAT THAT IS. YOU'RE FUCKING SCREWING MY BOY CRUNCH OVER HERE FOR A FUCKING N. TROPY GENDERSWAP WHO GOT LIKE 2 MINUTES OF SCREENTIME IN 4 & THEN GOT HER SHIT KICKED IN LITERALLY LIKE 2 LEVELS AFTER SHE WAS INTRODUCED. SHE COMES IN WITH THE FIRST SPACE LEVEL & THEN 3 LEVELS LATER SHE'S JUST GONE. SHE DIDN'T DO JACK SHIT WHY DOES SHE GET TO BE HERE BUT CRUNCH GETS SHAFTED. RIPPER ROO I CAN UNDERSTAND BUT I DRAW THE LINE AT THEM FUCKING PUTTING THE BOWSETTE MF OVER MY BIG BROTHER TEDDY BEAR CRUNCH. HE HAS BEEN MISTREATED ONE TOO MANY TIMES. EVER SINCE TAG TEAM RACING THIS FRANCHISE HAS JUST DONE HIM WRONG, & WHEN NITRO FUELED FINALLY GIVES CRUNCH HIS ACTUAL PERSONALITY BACK, & FINALLY GIVES US HOPE THAT HE'LL BE TREATED GOOD AGAIN, CRASH 4 JST COMES IN LIKE "ACTUALLY FUCK YOU LOL" & HE JUST GETS RELEGATED TO SOME FUCKING MAGNETS ON A FRIDGE. LIKE WE WERE RIGHT THERE MAN, WE WERE RIGHT FUCKING THERE & THEY JUST SLAPPED ME RIGHT IN THE FACE & POURED CEMENT ONTO MY FISHTANK. THAT'S MESSED UP MAN, THAT'S MESSED UP ONG. I AM FUMING, I AM VENGEFUL. YES I JUST WENT ON AN UNHINGED RANT ON MY BRACKET POLL, I THINK WE NEED TO STAND UP FOR CRUNCH. HE DESERVES BETTER. COME ON, WE NEED TO SHOW THE WORLD THAT THIS BIG BROTHER BANDICOOT DESERVES BETTER. HE'S BEEN HURT LONG ENOUGH, COME ON. GIVE MY BOY THE LOVE HE'S BEEN DENIED FOR SO LONG. RAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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[villains4hire]

Clarenci Von Polkawitz

I have no big disclaimers about this character other than he manipulates and betrays people he doesn't care about. But he can grow to care about your character in his own way.

I am aware Polkawitz is an altered name of canon and that's intentional.

->Final Space Disclaimer<- for my characters (placeholder)

Do I want them to die: He has his own ending and I use mostly the canon one, but with a little tid-bit added onto the end for his continuation. Will I have/get icons: I have them. Tag: always been me (canon s2 verse, I won't be using his redeemed version since he dies alone other than talking to Ash) | whispers of a scavver (continuation verse past his ending) - Clarence has left behind recordings, AIs, using his vast fortune to make amends with the people of his family he's wronged after his death. He has countless stashes, contacts, information and an AI that updates himself to give advice if people need his past knowledge or help. Though it clearly isn't him, yet sometimes, his hologram AI is a little too real for how it responds even if the ex-conman has been dead for a while. It's suggested to have Ash with your character for this verse considering it's pretty much dual-muse required. Age: Nearly a century old. Sex: Alien in nature, his species reproduces through spores. Gender: He/him identifying. Race: He's a type of fungus toad alien. Sexuality: Preferably 'women-like' beings but would be fine with men. Personality traits: I will not be covering his recordings verse as this covers purely his canon personality and my extended verse. Is rather nerdy. Rude. Thinks lesser of certain species like humans and refers to them as primates, albeit there are exceptions such as Sheryl who's probably only because she's 'strong'. He is fine with having 'indentured servants' as he calls it. A businessman. Has near insane, convoluted schemes. Arrogant. Betrays people a lot or manipulates them. Somewhat perverted at times though not extremely over the top thankfully? Prideful. Prides himself on his intelligence. Cares in his own way. Insecure. Very controlling. Holds a grudge but doesn't let money get in the way of that. Talks rather intelligently and often comes off as condescending. Narcissistic. Is a thief. Bad Influence. Likes to recycle. Bit of a collector and is a major hoarder. Tends to screw over the people around him on accident or sometimes intentionally. Can be rather cowardly or pathetic at times. Mental traits: Is a genius of many kinds. Physical traits: very small, around 3'5 to 4'0 as he's even shorter than Ash by quite a bit in canon. Powers: 1. Master of all things mechanical, electronic or plasmid. While he'd give the Lord Commander's engineer and technicians a run for their money with his brilliance? He's still very much just one guy at the end of the day, so a team of scientists working together would easily outclass him, but could still defer to him for his own knowledge for most likely a consultant fee. Now while he could learn Arachnitect technology? He doesn't have access to it in canon nor does he ever really learn about it other than vaguely in legends, writings, so he could probably point in the direction of where they are in their light fold webs, but that's about it. 2. Uses drones, robots or his children Ash and Fox to fight for him. Ash Pre-Continuation Verse and Fox Pre-Continuation Verse are both on here before Fox dies and Ash becomes what she does for my ending for her. So expect at least one of his kids with him and some robots probably if choosing to attack him. 3. A.V.A is his AI before her death on his ship the Crimson Light, she listens to him and flirts with him until Gary comes along and eventually wins her over. 4. Weapon Use - he does use things like a plasma pistol but will also use things like Ash's poison or spit on blades or droplets to put in peoples' food he keeps concealed. It depends if he wants them dead or to have a dehabilitating diseases that slowly kill them. And yeah he was probably tempted a few times to try this on Gary. 5. Knows how to hack rather easily. 6. Knows the universe and all the players in it like the back of his hand when it comes to the crime world or needing to find something. 7. Furthermore, has an extensive list of contacts when it comes to his ventures. 8. Extremely rich.

Motivations: To make money and build his empire | post betrayal, to make amends for all he's done and leave his recordings and AIs to help those that cared about him. Then make amends with his children. Backstory: Pretty much just all of canon yeah, not much is needed other than a little addition I added which I thought he at least deserved one final talk with Ash.

->Always been you<-

#always been me #whispers of a scavver

[pollyna]

OOQ masterlist (not rated)

I’m going to create multiple post for every rating because the masterpost can’t anymore for the life of this hellsite.

Here the link to the masterpost: click. On it then i’m going to add all the links to the “smaller” lists and add ff directly here. Sorry for the confusion and impracticality :)

All tags and general rules added for the masterpost are valid here.

by the tail (a tiger) by plingo_kat (1,6k)

The thing about Bond (and Q has spent more time than he probably should have contemplating this topic), is that he’s a patriot.MI6 likes to recruit orphans because orphans are looking for someplace to belong. All the really good agents are those that succeed.

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about Bond and suicide pills who shoudl have work on Silva but didn't and begin loyal to someone until it consumes you. and about love. bc nothing is mutually excluded.

quietly into the night by skylights (2,2k)

It's four in the morning and whatever Q had planned on saying regarding international incidents never happening at decent hours is suddenly lost, because this phone, this phone never rings in the middle of the night.

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it's always darkest before the dawn. about grief and secrets and begin there until the end of it all. and after.

of all the things not yet discarded (you are my favourite one) by teatrolley (5,1k)

“You shouldn’t distract me,” Q says. His words are dragged out; languorous. There’s no hurry; there’s just breathing and soft touches. His fingers move from Bond’s earlobes into the edge of his hair. “Hm,” Bond says. “Shouldn’t I?” “You shouldn’t,” Q says. Bond moves his hands to Q’s neck, where he presses his fingertips lightly into soft skin, and turns his head to kiss Q again.

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After they get together, Q stops discarding Bond's broken gadgets and uses them to build new things instead. Bond wonders why. Also, they're in love.

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metaphors are something James Bond needs to understand better. And Q isn't in distress, even when he is. but it's okay, they both know what to do.

to do it right by teatrolley (9,9k)

“Is that all you’re going to say?” Bond asks. Q purses his lips, as if in thought. “They warned me about you,” he says. “What you might do. “Murder?” Bond asks. “Seduction.” “Ah.” Bond leans against the desk, supporting himself with one hand, in a manner that usually lets people know what his intentions are. Q looks him up and down and raises his brows. “Exhibit A,” Q says, and looks pointedly at Bond’s hips. “You can’t say it isn’t working,” Bond says. “No. I can’t.”

Love, in all of it's previous forms, has always screwed Bond over. So when he first kisses Q it's to get away from it, not to fall into it. Bond is, however, not known for his great emotional foresight.

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this time he isn't going to screw it up.

Digging out the bullet by orphan_account (10,7k)

“You know, you’re not a very fun travel partner,” Q says. Really, how rude. “Most people would beg to differ,” Bond says. He’s sure Q will be able to figure out what he’s alluding to, but apparently it needs to be said out loud, because Q smirks, before he speaks again. “Oh. And what do you do with these people?” “I shag them,” Bond says. He’s not usually one to beat around the bush, when the question is this direct. Q, as expected, smiles like he already knew this would be the answer. “Well,” he says. “I don’t put out until the third date.”

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Bond and Q are on a mission, and sleep together. Things go on from there. Well... when Bond says sleeping together, it's not exactly what he usually means. It seems, to get there, they take the long way round.Or: Bond is a bit messed up. Q is a bit in love with him. This may or may not be a good cocktail.

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is a mess, but they're in love and it works, most of the time.

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"Rock my world" - Sirius Black x reader

A/n: I was thinking of making this a series but idk, let me know what you think. The band in the picture, Maneskin, are my inspiration for the marauders' band music and aesthetic. Check them out cause they're really good. They're going to represent Italy at the next Eurovision contest.

Here's their Instagram and Spotify.

Tags: Muggle AU, so ofc no magic, no Hogwarts, Marauders in a rock band, no Peter but Regulus instead, jily

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.2K ish

Summary: When y/n finally agrees to check out this band that her best friend was always talking about, she's in for a pleasant surprise and one hell of a night.

It had all started in the cheesiest and most cliscé of ways, really. Y/n had made a bet which had made you go out of your comfort zone that one night and for your bravery, you were rewarded with the most amazing boyfriend ever. It sounds like a story out of a rom-com or a romance novel, doesn't it? Well, yeah, it felt like a main character moment but, unlike what we see in those stories, it wasn't always fun and games.

But let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Y/n's best friend Jules had been nagging her about this rock band who was apparently the new sensation of the year according to her, for the longest time. So, one Friday night, when Jules had informed her that that very band was playing in a bar not very far from her workplace, she agreed to go for drinks there.

Worst case scenario, she thought, the music will be terrible but at least I get to tease Jules about it.

Still clothed in the floral dress she had chosen this morning, but adding a few glittery touches and graphic eyeliner to make her look more nighty, y/n headed towards said bar where Jules was already waiting for her.

"Finally," she huffed when y/n rounded the corner and entered her field of vision. 

"Sorry, it was my turn to close tonight," y/n shot her an apologetic smile before hooking their arms.

They made their way inside looking for a place to sit. The bar was already crowded but not in an unusual way. Maybe it was the hour or the fact that it was a weeknight, y/n didn't know but felt grateful that it wasn't packed. She really wasn't a fan of crowded places.

They got their drinks and caught up as they usually would about their week. They were almost finished when the band walked up the stage and music started playing. Even before the first note, one look at their outfits made clear what kind of music they were going to play. 

They had an interesting aesthetic, y/n had to admit. They wore the same colour but each member had their own style. The band was made up of four guys, the bassist had long straight hair and he looked a lot like the singer who instead had curly hair, the drummer had short curly light brown hair and y/n couldn't see what he was wearing past a black vest while the guitarist had black hair that was all over the place and wore glasses. 

They had an androgynous aesthetic, each of them with beautiful makeup in tones of black and grey and the ones y/n could see clearly were wearing a sort of body. They looked stunning. Y/n had decided she liked them based on this alone. She had to admire anyone who had the guts to express themselves freely especially when it was in such an open and unapologetic way of going against gender norms.

After half an hour, the music stopped and after the singer wished everyone goodnight and they all climbed down. As she expected, they played rock music ranging from soft rock edging pop to hard rock that made her think a lot of ACDC. Y/n wasn't an expert in music but she had liked what she heard and wouldn't mind listening more from them. She was sure that she was going to catch some of their songs on the radio in the future. 

However, Jules picked up the conversation where they had left it before the concert and decided that it was the time where she'd complain about her recent love interest. Each of their weekly meetings had one of this moment. Unfortunately, it looked like Jules didn't have a lot of luck when it came to guys. And as it always would, she wondered if she was the problem asking y/n if the reason every one of her relationships failed because she was unlovable. As if.

"That's not true, I truly believe that you can learn to love anyone. Lest you get to know them, of course."

"Of course you'd say something like that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you truly believe that, then you're not going to say no to this." Jules wriggles her eyebrows suggestively and y/n knew that the night is either about to become very interesting or about to go very wrong.

"The expression on your face is telling me that I should definitely say no to what you're about to say."

"Oh c'mon, it's just an innocent dare. Nothing too crazy, I promise."

"Which is?"

"You see that guy leaning on the bar? Long black hair with the black leather jacket?" Y/n turned around indulging her friend and eventually spotted the guy she was talking about. She took her time to look at him until she realized something that made her whip around to face Jules again.

"You mean the singer of the band?" y/n asked incredulously.

"Isn't he handsome?" Jules smiled wide completely ignoring the look y/n was giving her already knowing what was going through her friends' mind. "I want you to go to him and ask him out."

"What?" 

"C'mon", Jules complained reaching out to y/n over the table, "didn't you say that it was possible to love anyone? Can't you see yourself loving him?"

"That's not the point," y/n exclaimed still not believing that her friend was suggesting something so outrageous. "Can you see him loving me?" Because that man over there had "heart breaker" spelt all over him. And okay, y/n had to admit that this was a rush judgment she was making and it wasn't exactly fair but there was no way that a guy like him could be interested in a girl like her.

And yes, we could stay here and discuss all the reasons why that statement is wrong but still, if she were to put herself out there -something that was not like her at all- she wasn't going to go over someone so out of reach for her. And that was that.

"Listen, do you remember that video you sent me the other day?" Jules squared her shoulders, now looking fully serious at y/n. Unfortunately, y/n did remember the video Jules was talking about. She would have never guessed it would come back and bit her in the ass otherwise she'd never sent it.

Sighing, y/n looked down at the drink in her hands and thought about it. The video basically encouraged the viewer to go up to what they believed was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that. It may sound a little silly but at the time y/n had appreciated the sentiment. Going out of one's comfort zone. Challenging yourself. Because, what was the worst that could happen? That person shotting you down? That didn't sound life-threatening. Now though, y/n wasn't so sure. 

"Worst case scenario, just tell him I'm calling you and head back here." Jules offered, almost as if she could tell exactly what her best friend was thinking.

Looking at her best friend, something snapped in her. Jules was right. What's the worst that could happen? She already knew that the guy was going to shoot her down. She was prepared. It was a dare, a silly thing that could give her a story to tell to her nephews one day. 

What the hell, y/n thought squaring her shoulders. 

"You know what?" she downed the rest of her drink and got up from her seat, "I'm doing it." Looking in the reflection of the tissue box on the table to check how she looked, she fixed her smudged lipstick and ruffed her hair before nodding solemnly at Jules and turned around.

As she made her way to the bar, she could hear Jules cheering on her fueling her sudden confidence. 

The man of the hour was there where she saw him last. Her steps faltered as she realized that she had no idea how to approach him. What was she going to say? Oh my god, she was totally going to make a fool of herself. If she was not going to die for his rejection, she sure is going to die of embarrassment. 

She was almost about to turn around and abort the mission when his eyes met hers.

Well, fuck. There was no way she was going to back down now.

She regained her confidence and smiled at him while closing the distance between them. She smiled at him. Who was she? Did someone drug her drink?

He smiled back at her, turning so that he'd be facing her once she reached him and she almost stopped to pinch herself to see if she was hallucinating or something.

"Hey," she said once she stood in front of him. Good, she thought, let's start with something simple.

"Hi," he smiled back at her.  

Okay, okay, it's going good, isn't it? He hasn't ignored me, that must mean something, right? Yes, that he wasn't a rude asshole was her sobering thought.

"So," y/n started trying to take to time while she figured what to say, "I saw a video the other day," was what she ended up with. 

The handsome stranger lifted his eyebrows in amusement and took a sip of his beer. Y/n took that as a "go on then".

"There was this woman that basically dared anyone watching to go up to the person who they thought was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that." Well, let's just get it out of the way, I guess, she thought. "So, here I am," she added as if it wasn't clear enough.

However, as she saw the man's smile widen, y/n suddenly realized how really screwed she was. This man was way out of her league.

"Well, now that I'm here, I should also mention that you've really good at what you do too." 

"Not to sound rude or anything," he spoke for the first time that evening and y/n had already decided that he had been the gods' favourite in another life before he opened his mouth but now? as he heard his low and raspy voice? she was sure he had been at least a demi-god, "did you lost a bet or something?" he asked, his grey eyes boring into hers like he was looking into her soul.  

Who was this guy? and why was she feeling like this? Get a grip, y/n, she scolded herself.

"Is it that obvious?" y/n's shoulders slouched as some of the tension left them, a nervous laugh leaving her mouth. 

"I saw you downing your drink like it was some kind of bravery potion before you came here," he explained with a light scroll of his shoulders. "Not that I mind though," he added with what should be an illegal smirk. Smug.

"Yeah, I'm sure you've heard it countless time only tonight." Let's joke on it, she thought, there's still a chance I can come clean out of this mess. 

He chuckled and, not leaving her eyes, he slipped a hand through his loose hair pushing it back. "I meant that if you hadn't come I would probably found an excuse to come up to you too." He leaned back onto the bar looking completely unbothered, not as if he had said something that made her feel on fire. 

"Looks like I've to thank your friend for my luck." Looking over your shoulder, he held one of his hands up and lightly waving at Jules, y/n figured.

"Yeah, let's not tell her that or I will never hear the end of it." Rolling her eyes, y/n also leaned on her arm resting on the bar next to him. Whether it was the fact that all the cards were on the table or that what he said meant that he had to somewhat like her, she felt more relaxed than a couple of minutes ago.

"Before I make this solemn oath, I think it would be appropriate to know your name, don't you think?"

"It's y/n," she held her hand up for him to shake. However, he had something else in mind since when he took hold of her hand he turned it and held it up to his lips to leave a soft kiss on it. Y/n  almost rolled her eyes at the gesture if it wasn't for his eyes. They didn't move from hers and she found that she didn't want to stop looking at him. Like she was in a trance. Yes, he was handsome, even more so up close, so of course he was nice to look at but that wasn't why. It's the way his eyes glimmered as they watched her, the gentleness with which he was holding her hand, the softness of his lips on her skin. What would they feel like on her lips, she wondered.

"I'm Sirius." 

And that's how it all started. A silly video sent almost automatically to her best friend and an outrageous bet made y/n's night definitely interesting. To her luck though, Sirius became a permanent presence and not a one-night sensation.

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IKEA - Maddison - An Original Story

WARNING/S: Alcohol, mentions of Travis, talk of sex

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"Right, so this is your last bottle" Emma says to Maddie as she walks into her room holding up a bottle of Moscato.

Emma is Maddie's cousin on her Dad’s side. They haven't seen each other since Maddie's 21st last year. Last week she had called Maddie and told her that she had built up too much leave and was being forced to take time off so she was booking flights to come see her favourite cousin.

Poor Misha's ears were ringing from how loudly Maddie had squealed in excitement. The two are close, very close. They've always been more like sisters than cousins. Emma was the first person after Sebastian to know about Chris, she knew before Jensen did.

She's also one of the only people that Maddie has opened up to about Travis and what he did to her outside of that night. Emma knows things that not even Sebastian or her therapist does.

"Can we finish with my bed before you get me completely pissed... please?" Maddie asks, shaking her head at her cousin. They've already gone through an entire bottle of Rosé.

"OK, fine" Emma whines dramatically, throwing back her head. She puts the bottle of wine on the dresser and grabs the instructions.

Maddie's finally found a bed frame, one that she fell in love with the moment she saw it. The "Sagstua" from IKEA. It's a classic metal frame design but with a modern twist. It's black with subtle gold details and it fits in with the rest of her bedroom furniture perfectly.

"OK so, this piece goes here... no... yeah... does it... arghhh, these instructions are a nightmare" Emma complains as she tries to decipher the images on the page in front of her.

"No, they're not. You just don't know how to read them" Maddie says, taking the booklet out of her hand and double checking she has the correct part before she starts screwing it in.

"I know how to read instructions thank you very much"

"Really... because we both know you never read them unless it's for work so it's questionable. I mean, you always sucked at LEGO"

"Yeah well work's life and death, your bed frame isn't" Emma tells her, holding one side of the frame level so Maddie can attach the other. Emma is a MICA Flight Paramedic. She cares for people who are fighting for their lives every single day. She has an amazing track record too, it's rare that a patient dies on her watch.

She's the reason Maddie's dad is still alive. About four years ago he was in a horrific car accident and had to be air lifted to Melbourne. Emma was the paramedic in the helicopter.

Maddie can't imagine what went through her head she arrived on scene to find that the patient was her uncle or what she felt when she was performing CPR on him 10,000 feet in the air.

"Don't move" Maddie says as she shoves a screw into the last hole and starts tightening it down with the stupid allen key that came in the box.

"And... done" Maddie declares, throwing her arms up in the air before letting out a frustrated groan

"What?" Emma asks, already making her way over to the alcohol she abandoned earlier

"My mattress" Maddie whines, pointing to where it's leaning against the wall

"Damn it" Emma says, putting the bottle of wine back down for the second time. Together they manoeuvre the heavy mattress onto the frame before both collapsing onto it out of breath.

"Now all that's left is for you and Chris to break this in" Emma teases, unaware that Maddie has a lot of anxiety about sex. She has her reasons, reasons that only she knows about.

"Oh my god, Em!" Maddie laughs, pushing her discomfort at her cousin's words down deep. She knows Emma didn't mean anything by them. Her cousin just doesn't have a filter, it gets her in trouble a lot. It's one of the traits they share, they say things how they are. More than once Maddie's team have told her to rein it in over her Tweets calling things out.

"What?! You just upgraded to a king" Emma tells her, like she's stating the obvious

"I didn't just upgrade. I've had a king since I brought this apartment" Maddie corrects her as she rolls her eyes

"Whatever... all I'm saying is there's lots of room for... activities"

"We're not there yet"

"So you haven't..."

"No"

"Damn woman. How long's it been?"

"A year"

"Fuck me!"

"Not that it makes much difference"

"What do you mean?"

"Travis was..." Maddie pauses, trying and failing to find the right words. The last thing she wants is to set Emma off. Her cousin is a force. She once ripped part of a guys beard out after she heard him bad mouthing her boyfriend, now husband, Dan.

"Was what?" Emma asks, starting to get a little impatient with waiting

"A dud" Maddie finally says with a shrug. She can't bring herself to tell her cousin the truth.

"How bad?" Emma asks with a slight frown. It's the first she's really heard Maddie talk about sex, well her experience with sex anyway.

"Wasn't bad at the start but after a few months..." Maddie says before mimicking a plane crashing with her hand while she whistles

"Faked it?"

"Every time"

"Ooff, I'm sorry"

"Yeah" Maddie mumbles as she starts to think about the last time she had sex.

"Mads... I'm just gonna say it" Emma states, making Maddie groan

"Oh god here we go" Maddie sighs, knowing Emma is about to say something that's probably going to make her cringe

"Chris gives off big dick energy" Emma declares with a grin

"I'm going to punch you" Maddie informs her, very aware that she's right. Maddie saw Chris, all of him, when she walked in on him that first visit

"I'm sorry" Emma says with a laugh

"No you're not" Maddie tells her

"Nope"

"That's what I thought"

"I'm just sayin... he probably knows what he's doing"

"Please stop"

"OK... ok. Have you heard anything from him?"

"Chris?"

"The other one"

"Yeah. When I was in Atlanta. His lawyer called me. Directly. Said Travis wanted to see me, talk"

"How'd that go?"

"Told them to get fucked"

"Of course you did" Emma laughs. Fuck and every version of it are Maddie's favourite words.

"Oh, did I tell you he tried to have the case dismissed?" Maddie asks, suddenly remembering

"Are you fucking serious?" Emma yells, looking at Maddie shocked

"Yep"

"When?"

"Back in July"

"God"

"It was denied, obviously"

"As it should"

"Then he leaked the info for that article, right after the Captain America announcement" Maddie sighs, she's still being contacted about it.

"Probably pissed your doing so well without him" Emma states. From the moment she met Travis she hated him. There was something about him that didn't sit right but like Sebastian she wasn't going to cause trouble and say something to Maddie because she really did seem happy. She was ready to get on a flight to New York when she found out what had happened but Maddie had begged her not to come.

"That's what Chris said" Maddie tells her, remembering what Chris said when she told him that they had traced the leak back to Travis.

"What does Chris think about it?"

"He was furious... and hurt, for me"

"How's he been with everything?"

"Incredible. Em as soon as I met him I... I can't explain it. There's something about him that..."

"He's different isn't he?"

"In the two months I've been with him I've felt things I never felt with Travis"

"You're so happy. Happier than I've seen you in a long time"

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Maddie asks, genuinely confused

"Because it's true Pip" Emma tells her with a soft smile which in turn makes Maddie smile and her thoughts drift to Chris.

"Maddie!" Emma says loudly, pulling her out of her thoughts

"What?" Maddie asks. She didn't realise Emma was still talking to her

"You didn't hear anything I just said did you?" Emma asks, knowing what Maddie was thinking about.

"Sorry" Maddie mumbles just as her phone goes off. She pulls it out of her pocket and lets out a hum when she sees it's Chris.

Maddie jumps up and races to the kitchen to check the filming schedule she has on the fridge before letting out a squeal of excitement as she returns to her room and jumps back onto her bed.

"WHAT?!" Emma asks, desperate to know what's got Maddie all worked up

"Shhhhhh" Maddie says waving her hand at her as she goes back to messaging Chris.

"You gonna tell me what's got you so excited or do I need to torture it out of you?" Emma asks when Maddie finally puts her phone back in her pocket.

"Chris is going to be in New York next month" Maddie tells her, smiling from ear to ear. She had actually cried after Chris left last time. She really misses him, in a way she never did with Travis.

"Wait... didn't you say you have time off next month?" Emma says, remembering something Maddie told her a few days ago

"Yes... and it's when he's in New York!" Maddie tells her with squeal

"God, no wonder you're so excited" Emma says with a laugh. She can't put into world how she feels at seeing her cousin so happy.

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"Caught In The Storm" *Part 7*

I'm sorry I cut the last one at a REALLY bad part and this chapter HAS to end here. I'M SO SORRY It's so short!

....Especially because I think I'm gonna wait to post the rest tomorrow. {later today?}

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“Hey baby I grabbed us some champagne,” Nathan smiled, coming back with two glasses of champagne. “Hey guys isn't she amazing?” He acknowledged the others.

“She really is,” Olivia smiled back.

“Hey So--sweetie, I know that this is your big night. But I've got a really big case tomorrow so I need to take off. Are you going to be okay?” Nathan made a “Sorry” face.

You looked back at him, stunned. Was he really going to take off on your big night? You looked at the group of your family who didn't seem as offended as you felt; which was weird, because they usually feel more protective of you than you do.

“Are you serious?” Rafael suddenly came up from behind you out of nowhere. “You're going to abandon your girlfriend on the biggest night of her life?”

“Rafael.. I don't think you need to be so hard on him,” Olivia told him through gritted teeth.

Something was going on. Something Rafael was clearly not in on. He looked at Liv, still confused.

“How are you not more upset about this?” He asked her. “I'm the biggest lawyer in New York and I'm not even leaving for a case!”

“I just think that you should let Nathan do what he needs to do,” Olivia insisted.

“Whatever,” Rafael rolled his eyes while You looked between all of them with a super confused look on your face.

“I mean if you have to go, then you have to go. I'll see you tomorrow,” You smiled awkwardly at Nathan.

“Thank you baby I promise I'll make it up to you,” he smiled. “I love you very much and congratulations again I'm so proud of you!” He said before running off into the crowd.

“Can you believe the nerve of that guy?” Rafael scoffed

“Why do you care so much?” You suddenly turned back to him with an angry look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you care what my boyfriend does?” You asked him again angrily. How dare he just insult Nathan like that.

“I don't,” Rafael scoffed.

“Bullshit,” you spat. “You constantly drag on him at work. He tells me things, Rafael. That’s what two people do when they love each other, they TELL each other things,” You enunciated, making it clear this was bigger than Nathan.

“So why are you so mean to him?” You accused him.

Olivia, Nick and Fin watched the fight unfolding between you two in nervousness, looking around as if they were waiting for something to pop off quickly.

“I just don't think that he's good enough for you!” Rafael finally yelled, causing the others to gasp softly.

“Barba, I really don't think that now is the time to start this…” Amaro tried whispering to Rafael, but he was too angry to hear anything.

“I'm sorry, he's not good enough for me?!” You laughed sarcastically. “Then tell me Rafael,” you started, with tears starting to form. “Who is good enough for me?”

Before Rafael could answer, you heard someone tapping on a mic. You looked to the stage to see Nathan standing there with a huge smile. You looked to the left and saw Sonny and Amanda had returned with food watching anxiously. You looked at Rafael who was staring in horror. You felt your heart racing.

“Please don't be happening….” You begged Silently.

“Hello all. I don't know if you know me but I'm Nathan Price, Y/N’s boyfriend. I know that this is the biggest night of her life, I know it's something she's wanted for a very long time, and I am so proud of her.” He looked at you with love and affection.

“And I know that tonight is all about her and her album, and her accomplishments and I don't want to take away from that but..”

“No no no…” you thought you heard Rafael whisper. You glanced over but Nathan started talking before you could see him.

“Y/N could you come up here please?” He asked.

Everyone in the room turned to look at you. You took a shaky breath and made your way up to the stage. You could feel the hot lights burning down on you like the sun. You knew that you should be absolutely ecstatic In This moment, if it was going to be what you expected it to be.

“I love you so much Y/N and I am so proud to call you mine,” he started. “And I want to be able to call you mine for the rest of my life so…” he knelt down and pulled out a huge diamond ring.

“Will you marry me?”

You could hear the whole room gasp and then go so silent, you could hear a pin drop in the room.

You looked out into the crowd searching for Rafael's face to see if he was excited for you or something else. But all you could see was the bright lights, nothing else. You felt your hands shaking, your whole body was shaking, your breath was quickening, you were sweating. You should be absolutely happy in this moment, here was this great man, asking you to be his.. his? Like you were his property? Whatever. He's asking to spend the rest of his life with you and he was a good kind man. And you didn't have anyone else.

After a very long time of you in your head, in a very awkward silence Nathan jokingly whispered. “Kind of leaving me hanging here babe,” with a nervous laugh.

“I am.. I.. well..” You took a deep breath and put on the biggest smile you could.

“Of course I will, Nathan,” You answered as tears were lining your eyes. You knew that people would think that you were crying in happiness, but you knew that they were for a different reason. Nathan smiled hugely and put the ring on your finger and then picked you up and spun you around.

“Now it's the happiest day of my life!” He laughed.

Afterwards you went and found your family in the crowd. They were all smiling hugely.

You knew this was going to happen didn't you? You asked

“Maybe... Olivia smiled. You looked over to Kelsey and Kenny. “And you too? Maybe…” Kenny Laughed.

You looked at Kelsey, who had a guilty look on her face. This is exactly why she was trying to talk you out of being sad last night. She knew that Nathan was going to ask you to spend the rest of his life with him, to trap you. Trap you shouldn't be the first thing you think of when being engaged you realized. Then you also realized that Rafael was nowhere to be seen.

“Where did Rafa go?” You asked innocently and you saw everyone's faces but Nathan's turned into weird looks.

“Oh I think he left,” Kelsey piped up. “I think he actually did have a case in the morning,'' she added with a smirk. You wanted to yell at her that he wouldn't do that, especially after he gave Nathan such a hard time.

You wanted to yell at her that she should have minded her own fucking business, and now she was setting you up to be stuck for the rest of your life. You wanted to tell her that a best friend would never let their best friend be anything but happy. But instead you just smiled sadly and said:

“I guess so,”

Outside the party, Rafael was standing outside practically hyperventilating. He couldn't believe that he had screwed this up so bad. He couldn't believe that he didn't stand up and say something while that stupid prick was talking. He couldn't believe that he hadn't said anything sooner. He regretted so many things, so many times and now he really had lost his chance and he'd have to live with it forever. He broke down crying as he sadly walked away from the party and you, forever.

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Soul Surfer 6

AN: SURPRISE BITCHES chapter 6 came early!!! we get some cute Kie/Sarah/Violet action in this as well as some John B/Violet! we stan healthy platonic relationships!!

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It had been around five days since Violet had spoken to JJ. Kiara made sure that the girl still knew that her, John B and Pope still wanted her around. They weren’t about to give up two friends because JJ was being an idiot.

Kiara knew that Violet was worried that they’d stop hanging out with her because JJ was their best friend. But to Kiara, Violet was also her best friend. In such a short amount of time too.

Violet had been throwing herself into work, all of the orders keeping her mind busy from wandering to JJ. Which it often did most nights and then she resorted to watching true crime shows on Netflix as a distraction.

JJ wasn’t doing any better. He kept trying to get her to talk to him so he could apologize but it was no use. Violet wouldn’t budge. He hated not being able to see her and to talk to her. He had to go back to sleeping at John B’s whenever he was afraid to go home. Of course he was grateful he had a place to go, but he wanted it to be Violet.

Violet hadn’t seen Pope and John B since the night at the Boneyard. She didn’t want them picking sides between her and JJ. It would have made her feel more guilty than she already did.

Kiara and Sarah, however, made sure they stuck by her like glue. Violet couldn’t seem to shake them but she didn’t mind at all.

Violet, Sarah and Kiara were presently at The Wreck having a well needed girls day.

“Okay, okay, Vi. If you had to choose: Harry Styles or Tom Holland?” Sarah asked. “That’s not fair! It’s like asking me to pick a favorite child!” Violet replied. Kiara and Sarah laughed at the girl’s response as she pondered the thought.

“Okay, fine. Harry Styles. Any day of the week.” Violet answered. The three girls sat at their table, falling into mindless conversation about boys and clothes, just happy they were able to spend time together, when the bell on top of the door rang.

Their attention was grabbed by the sound. Violet’s heartbeat sped up rapidly when her eyes landed on the blonde boy.

“Vi, I didn’t know he’d be here.” Kiara said quietly. “It’s fine.” Violet said, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers.

“Hey guys! You didn’t tell us you were hanging out today.” John B greeted the three. “Last time I checked this is girls day. Which you are not.” Kiara sassed back.

Violet refused to look up at her friend as they conversed with each other. She could feel JJ’s eyes on her and it made her skin feel on fire.

It was starting to slowly overwhelm her and she heard JJ utter a few words, she quickly got up from her chair and exited the establishment. Sarah and Kiara looked at each other before JJ followed after her.

“Violet!” He called. Violet didn’t stop walking, not wanting to face him. “Please talk to me.” JJ begged, grabbing her arm gently. “I told you to leave me alone.” Violet said, ripping her arm from his grasp.

She still refused to look at him, knowing that if she did, she’d actually end up listening to his potential apology.

“God, can you at least look at me?” He asked. Violet paused a moment before she finally looked up at him.

Only then did he see how upset she really was. At the Boneyard, the darkness hid her face and he silently wished for that again.

“What do you wanna say, JJ? You’re sorry? Sorry for what you said? You wish you could take it all back? Well you can’t! I trusted you. I didn’t tell anyone about my mom and you decided to use that against me.” Violet snapped. “Violet, I,” JJ started before the brunette scoffed and turned away.

JJ was persistent, however, going after Violet once more in another desperate attempt to get her to listen to him.

“I screwed up! I know that! I was mad at Rafe for what he said and instead of finishing to take it out on him, I took it out on you and I’m sorry!” JJ said.

Violet rolled her eyes and kept ignoring him by the time they approached her house.

“Please, JJ, just stop.” She pleaded quietly. JJ could see the hurt in her eyes. How her once bright, cerulean blue eyes were now a darker shade. He would describe it as how the ocean looked during a storm. And he wanted nothing more than to stop her pain.

Before either of them could continue with the painful conversation, the sound of raised voices alerted them both.

“Vivienne, you need to leave now.” Rob’s voice said. JJ watched as Violet’s eyes widened and the color seemingly drained from her face. “She’s my daughter too, Rob.” A woman said.

The two ‘adults’ walked on to the porch and their conversation ceased when they saw Violet and JJ.

“Violet, honey,” Vivienne started. “No. No, this is not happening.” She muttered. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Violet sneered. “Language, young lady.” Her mother scolded her. “You lost the right to tell me what to do when you gave up your parental rights!” Violet yelled.

“Vi, it’s okay.” Her older brother, Nick, said. Violet looked at her brother in disbelief at the fact that he was defending their mother.

Nick was three years older than Violet, the two being inseparable since Violet was born. That was until their mother took him and left. When Nick was old enough, he reached back out to Violet and their father trying to rebuild that bond they once shared. It worked for the most part though Violet never told Nick where they moved to.

“Both of you shut up.” Violet snapped. She turned around quickly when she realized JJ was still standing close to her. “You were right. Guess I am a sad little rich girl with mommy issues.” She muttered to him before she took off running.

“Violet!” Rob yelled. “Vi!” JJ added. The two males looked at each other momentarily before their gaze returned to Violet’s fleeting figure.

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“You shouldn’t have come here, Vivienne. You knew what this would do to her.” Rob told his ex wife. “She’s still my child. I have a right.” Vivienne said. “You lost your right when you left! You signed away your parental rights to Violet the second you signed the divorce papers.” Rob yelled.

The room fell in a silence, though that didn’t stop the two teenage boys from eavesdropping on the porch.

“It’s been 10 years. 10 years and I’ve taken care of Violet just fine. We have been just fine.” Rob added.

Back on the porch, JJ and Nick sat on sides from each other. “So, you Violet’s boyfriend?” Nick asked, breaking the silence. “God, I wish.” JJ muttered before quickly correcting himself.

“Uh, no. We’re just friends. Or at least we were before I messed it up.” He added. Nick was quiet for a moment as he moved to lean on the porch railing.

“Take it from me, losing Violet sucks. But, if you beg and plead enough, she’ll let you back in.” He said. “Did you tell your mom Violet and Rob were here?” JJ asked. “God, no. Violet didn’t even tell me. Just because I’m back in her good graces doesn’t mean she tells me everything.” the older boy answered.

JJ thought for a moment until he realized he might know where Violet went.

On one of the many adventures JJ and Violet had together, JJ took her to a secret clearing he once discovered when he was running from his dad.

“Where are you taking me?” Violet asked with a laugh. “You ask too many questions.” JJ answered. “I’ve seen Criminal Minds, is this where you kill me?” She questioned. “No, pretty girl. I couldn’t survive without seeing that face every day.” JJ replied flirtatiously.

Violet rolled her eyes until they came upon a clearing in the woods. There was a small waterfall that went into a small pond below. “Wow, it’s beautiful.” She commented.

“That’s not the only thing.” JJ said, hoping Violet wouldn’t hear him but she did. “I know how you’ve been missing home so I thought this would help.” The blonde said.

Violet looked up at JJ before she wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you.” Violet whispered.

JJ knew Violet wouldn’t want him to be the one to find her, so he sent a text to the rest of the Pogues.

Kie had to work, as did Pope, and Sarah was dealing with her own messed up familial issues. John B was the only one able to go find Violet. JJ trusted him to talk her off whatever edge she found herself on.

The boy wandered through the woods, following JJ’s instructions, though the teenager wasn’t so good at giving directions. He swatted at the numerous bugs getting in his face when he found the clearing.

He saw Violet sitting on a rock, her feet dangling in the water. “Fancy seeing you here.” John B announced.

Violet turned around and saw her distant friend standing a few feet away. “How’d you find me?” She asked. “JJ. He figured you wouldn’t want to see him but he wanted to make sure you were okay.” John B explained, walking towards her.

He sat down on the rock next to her as the two looked at the waterfall for a moment.

“Did he tell you what happened?” Violet asked. “No. He told me some family stuff was going on and wanted someone to check on you. Said it was your story to tell.” He answered.

Violet sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. “He’s really trying, isn't he?” She asked him. “He really likes you, Vi. He’s never fallen this hard before and I don’t think he knows how to handle it. But yeah, he really is trying.” John Be said.

After an hour, John B drove Violet back home. By that point, the sun had set and it was already dark.

Violet sat in the van, staring at her house for a moment. Scared of what she was going to walk into. “It’s now or never.” John B told her. “And I’ll tell JJ you’re okay.” He added.

The girl groaned before getting out of the van. She gave John B a small wave as she slowly walked up the stairs.

“You’re back.” A voice said. Violet jumped and turned in that direction to see her brother sitting on the porch swing. Violet sighed and took a seat next to him.

“That guy was here for a while. At least two hours. We heard mom and dad fighting about you.” Nick said. “He really cares about you.” He added.

“So I’ve been told.” She muttered. “You sticking around?” She asked. “That’s why I’m here. I’m getting emancipated and I needed dad to sign off on the papers and mom followed me here. When I caught on she said it had something to do with getting us back or whatever. She’s crazy.” Nick explained.

“Tell me something I don’t know. So can I count on you to help me get rid of her?” Violet asked. “What are brothers for?” NIck replied.

Violet rested her head on her brother’s shoulder, her brain working a mile a minute.

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#5

Capitalism and greed has really screwed with people’s ability to be casual moviegoers. Every studio needs to make a “universe” now and some of you don’t walk in the theater with the mindset of, ‘This is going to be good!’ Instead, you walk in the theater thinking, ‘This is totally going to blow the other franchise out of the water!’ You don’t see a movie to enjoy a movie anymore. You go to compete. And the idea that someone could just enjoy movies from either universe is unfounded to you, because you’ve adopted this ‘pick-a-side’ mentality. Sorry, but it just seems so exhausting. Doesn’t it make you tired?

875 notes • Posted 2021-04-30 21:10:21 GMT

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I'm glad Ruby Rose is telling her story, but remember that Ray Fisher has been speaking on the abuse he endured from WB since last year. This isn't a new problem just because a white victim has come forward.

890 notes • Posted 2021-10-20 15:46:07 GMT

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I want you all to know that seeing Taika Waititi kissing Tessa Thompson and Rita Ora AND seeing Rita Ora and Tessa Thompson kiss made this poly bi woman feel validated, even if I don't know the context of the pictures.

931 notes • Posted 2021-05-24 04:01:19 GMT

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I think Gen Z teens and young adults really need to know something about Emo fashion and music as they enjoy its revival.

I'm not writing this to talk down to anyone just to be clear, but some of you really do take for granted the fact that you have more freedom than millennials and other generations before you to cross manufactured gender boundaries.

I was a teenager at the height of the popularity of alternative bands such as My Chemical Romance, The Used, and AFI. Believe it or not, bands such as these were dunked on because they looked and sounded "like girls." Also, the fact that a lot of their lyrics were emotionally charged didn't help either. Back in the 2000s, boys and men were not allowed to be sensitive. If they were, they risked being identified as gay, and yes, things are a little better now, but in the 2000s, you DID NOT want to be identified as gay. Also, this wasn't just a thing with boys. If you were a girl and had a crush on any of the members of these bands, you got the sideways glances. More than one person in high school suspected I was gay or at least bi (I mean, I am and I just didn't know it back then, but that's not the point). I didn't get it as bad as some of my friends, but the stigma was certainly there.

I just want Gen Z fans to be a little mindful of that when they pish posh someone like Gerard Way's influence in queer culture. Yes, now their aesthetic doesn't seem like a big deal, but it certainly WAS in 2004 and you have people like them to partially thank for your ability to be a little less scared of being identified as queer.

1138 notes • Posted 2021-08-13 17:55:23 GMT

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I really want to write an article about how Twilight vampires were "safe" vampires that stripped the queerness of the monster to appeal to white cishet audiences, but I'm lazy and I don't know where to start. 😖

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"H-Hi." Deana tries to keep her composure upon the sight of Nikki freshly off-stage. 

He looks more pale than he was before heading to play, his sweat cloaked body shaking slightly. 

His mother, her dark hair curled and bright red lips tugging into a sappy smile as tears bubble in her eyes.

Even without probably knowing the whole story, Axl and the guys know Nikki doesn't have a relationship with his mom, and the nightmare about to take place has them slowly leaning against the wall of the hallway, quietly looking down, uncomfortable with getting caught in the middle of this. 

"What are you doing here?" Nikki asks, confused, more than likely questioning if its a hallucination from mixing too many drugs or not. 

"I made the arrangement." Doc states chipperly, stupidly thinking Nikki would be happy. "An early Christmas present." He adds. 

"I wanted to see you," She tells her son, taking a few steps closer, "I wanted to see both of you...I've already missed out on so much." She explains, looking at me. "I-I know the timing is off, but I really wanted to talk to you." 

"No, the timing isn't off--" I try to assure her. 

"--Don't waste your breath, Viv, she's just gonna ask for money and then disappear for another ten years." Nikki scoffs, brushing past her. 

"Frank--"

"--That's not my name." He snaps to her. 

"It's the name on your birth certificate, Frankie. Frank Ferana. It might not be as glamorous as 'Nikki Sixx' but--" 

"--It's Nikki. Legally. It's Sixx. Legally. It's her last name. Legally." He refers to me and she clenches her jaw. "And any kids I have are gonna have that last name. Legally. I'm not 'Frank', or 'Frankie', and I'm certainly not a fucking 'Ferana' so don't even start that shit."

"You're still my baby." She tells him, trying not to cry. "I came all this way to see you." She adds, wrapping her arms around him. 

I see the glimmer of a little boy in his eyes, for a split second, then it's quickly pushed aside and replaced with that of an angry, abused, hurt, scorned, abandoned dog. 

And he's going for the throat in a moment the second she says:

"Oh, my Frankie." 

He's shoving her off of him so hard she nearly goes to the floor. 

"That's not my fucking name!" He screams at her, throwing his bottle of Jack at the ground at her heeled-boot covered feet. 

He's storming off, Doc following after him, and Fred takes a breath and goes to Deana, to politely usher her out. 

"That's fucked." Izzy mumbles, shaking his head slightly, going to their dressing room and I walk behind them. 

"Nikki--"

"--Who the fuck do you think you are?! Huh?! Who the hell are you to bring my personal life front and center for every God damn body to see?!" 

"I didn't realize you and your mother weren't on good terms." Doc tells him, honestly. 

"You think I'm this fucked up for the hell of it?! You think I'm this way after growing up with parents who gave a shit?! Really?!" Nikki laughs humorlessly.

"Nikki, I'm sorry, alright?" 

"No, you're not, you don't give a shit and you never have, you're just another greedy fuck getting his rocks off from the money in my pocket but I'm done!" He yells, turning to walk away. "You don't know what's fucking best for me, you don't care about me, you don't care about the band, you're not my fucking father and you sure as shit aren't my manager anymore so just go get fucked, Doc, you're fucking fired!" He calls. 

"You're not fired." I assure Doc, wanting to go after him, but not able to bring myself to. 

He doesn't want to talk to me about it. 

I am surprised to see Axl rub his forehead and roll his jaw before stalking past me, Nikki's way. 

"Where you going?" I ask him. 

"I fucking hate my mom." Is all he says as he goes by. 

I didn't know what exact issue Axl had with his own mother, but I'd later find out it was because her horrible judgment in men and what abuse she'd allow him and his siblings to endure from those men, along with her forceful hand in religion that she and Axl's stepfather enforced brutally on their kids.

"Did Doc really not mean to set that up?" Steven asks me when I get into their dressing room. 

"No, he didn't." I reply. 

"Is Nikki gonna be okay?" Tansy asks quietly. 

"I don't know, Tansy." I roll my eyes and she furrows her brows, slightly. 

"Do you even care?" She asks me and I look at her. 

"Tans--" Duff starts. 

"--No, I mean, really, Vivian. Do you even care?" She cuts him off. 

"Excuse me?" I ask, practically seeing the dullness in her eyes of a mixed-drug high.

Without a doubt coke and smack.

"Of course I care, Tansy. Just because he and I are separated doesn't mean I want him to suffer."

"Way to take one for the team by sleeping with Duff, then, because surely that is the one thing that has to be done to prevent Nikki's suffering." She states. 

"What I do and who I do it with is my business, Tansy." I tell her, crossing my arms. 

"Sure doesn't sound that way when everybody on the same floor as you can hear nothing but, 'ahh, ahh, Duff, ahh!'" She mimics moaning. 

"Maybe I'm staying under Duff so much because if I don't, you'll take it as an open invitation, and there really are some people you don't have to try to sleep with mandatorily based on their wallet size, Tansy." 

"Just like there are some people you don't have to sleep with based on whether or not they're gonna be big rockstars or not." She shoots back. 

"Wanna be the pot or the kettle?" I ask. 

"I want you to stop adding fuel to the fire and then acting like your hands are clean while smiting all of us." She outbursts. 

"Smite you for adding to his problems? Offering him drugs when he's already going down hill? Letting him think screwing another woman is okay--not even screwing her, having an entire relationship with her." I correct myself. 

"Given the circumstances of your marriage, he needed an escape." She says next. 

"Given the circumstances of your new-found smack-induced courage, you act like you need my fist to knock your teeth out." 

"Viv--"

"--Then you'll really be laying on your back to get work." 

"But at least I do work. What do you do? Aside from spend Nikki's money and sleep with his friends?" 

"I'm not killing him like you and Sparkie have been with your junkie bullshit." I manage to keep myself from having an outburst, more concerned with Nikki's crisis with his mom. 

"Not yet, at least." She mumbles as I'm walking out. 

"Where you guys going?" Tommy asks as we head to leave for the bus. 

"Um… about to pack our stuff up and head out?" Izzy replies.

"No, no, no, just because Nikki's parade's been pissed on doesn't mean ours has to be." Tommy suggests to them. 

"Yeah, c'mon it's our last night hangin' out for a while." Vince points out, two groupies already under each arm. 

"I was gonna check on Sixx." Slash explains. 

"I'm fine." Nikki shows up, his hands on Slash's shoulders, tightly in an aggravating manner, making Slash chuckle as he twists away from him. 

Axl isn't far behind, he and Izzy looking at the invitation to hangout with the guys one last time on this tour, hesitantly. 

"What the hell," Izzy shrugs. 

"So glad you said that, man, because we have a special surprise." Nikki grins, beckoning them with his finger. 

"Stevie, c'mon!" Duff exclaims from behind me, Steven exiting their dressing room with Tansy behind him. 

"You good?" He asks Nikki. 

"Yeah." Nikki assures him. "I have a present." He adds, leading the guys to the double doors of what I assume is a bigger room. 

Sure enough, he opens the door, and at least ten girls are lined up, naked, asses up, thick lines of coke down their spines. 

Nausea nestles it's way into my stomach, but Tommy, Vince and Nikki look as if this is their promised land. 

Even Steven looks slightly off-put by the brazen display. 

Complete disinterest cascades off of Duff, a heavy puff of cigarette smoke leaving his nostrils with the huff of his unamused breath. 

"Who's first?" Nikki asks. 

Naturally, the guys look to their "leader," and Axl reluctantly rolls his eyes and walks over to the first girl. 

It's like he refuses to acknowledge she's naked, his main focus is the line of coke on her back. 

He snorts one-eighth of the line before deciding that's enough. 

I don't blame him--the way his fingers hold at the bridge of his nose makes me wince because I know it probably burns like a bitch. 

"Boo!" Tommy disappointedly calls to Axl as he walks out. 

He's had his party. 

Izzy follows. 

"More for us." Nikki shrugs, smirking. 

He looks at me directly in the eyes, heavy black liner sharpening the contrast of his hazel eyes as he keeps my gaze, spitefully unbuckling his belt and he starts unlacing his pants, making his way to the girl Axl was at earlier. 

He is not…

Duff's snatching me out of the room only milliseconds before Nikki enters the girl in sync with snorting the line up her skin.

That was that.

It's a bittersweet draw to an end, "thank you" and "damn, I'm gonna miss you" seeming to be on everyone's lips as hugs and high-fives go around between all the boys once we get back to L.A.

I rub my lips together and smile softly as I hand Fred my purse to put in the car, sighing softly, smiling when he looks down at me. 

"See ya later, kid." He tells me and tears swell in my eyes as I wrap hug him tightly, taking him off guard a little. "Don't kill each other...not even over that dumb shit he pulled tonight." He says, referring to the groupie cocaine platter. 

"I'll try." I mumble, wiping my eyes quickly before stepping up to say bye to the guys. 

Steven and Slash are pretty easy, but Axl just stares at me for a moment before reluctantly wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tightly. 

"I'm sorry I was an asshole this entire trip." He mumbles lowly in my ear. 

"I'm sorry I almost got you kicked off." I reply in the same low tone. 

"You're one of the reasons they took us in the first place." He states, pulling away to look at me, cupping my face in his hands, grinning. "You're gonna keep up my lie that we're siblings, right?" He asks and I chuckle. 

"You guys are gonna make it big and I need a meal ticket so of course." I shrug and his smile grows wider. "I love you." I tell him. 

"I love you, too." He assures me, kissing me on the cheek, giving me one last squeezing hug before heading to their bus. 

Izzy looks at me for a moment. 

"Izzy." I say to him. 

"Viv." He acknowledges me and steps to the bus. 

Just before Duff can tell me 'bye', arms are locking around my waist, and pulling me against the person they belong to. 

"Izzy?" I ask after a moment. 

"We're not friends." He says, pulling away to leave, leaving me and Duff. 

"Um, I'll see you later?" I offer and he rubs his lips together, his eyes over my shoulder, and I look to see Nikki and a woman that we'd picked up from the airport, getting into the car. 

I turn back to face Duff, biting my tongue to keep my tears back. 

"You can stay with me tonight." Duff offers. 

"Really?" 

He just smiles down at me. 

I inhale the familiarly comforting scent of cigarette smoke as we walk into Duff's apartment, dropping my bags and running to the bedroom, face planting into the mattress, exhausted. 

The weight of Duff's body laying on top of me making me laugh, his own chuckle further making me grin. 

"I'm so tired." I tell him.

"Me too." He replies, and I turn over underneath him, wrinkling my nose.

"You stink." I say. 

"I think I smell pretty sexy." He grins, teasingly. 

"No." I shake my head a little, scrunching my face to my shoulder when he tries to kiss my neck. "Go shower." I giggle when he tries again. 

"Come shower with me." He counters. 

"I don't feel like it and I don't stink, so--ew, Duff!" I squeal as he takes his shirt off that reeks of sweat and rubs it all over my face and hair. 

"What about now?" He asks and I pick up the pillow above my head and start hitting at him with it.

After a few hits are gotten in, he's getting off the bed, stretching. 

"You coming?" He asks when he walks to the bathroom. 

"I guess." I reply, following after him. 

Once I get out and have one of Duff's shirts on, I go to the kitchen to grab some water before bed, the quietness of the apartment allowing different thoughts to invade my mind. 

I can't help but wonder what Nikki's doing. Is he high? Is he drunk? Is he even still alive? They leave in a few days for Japan but I honestly don't believe they should go. They need help. 

I think at this moment everyone's just trying to see if they can get away with pressing at them a little more without anybody snapping. 

But by the looks of it, Nikki is pretty damn close to snapping, and Tommy anf Vince and Mick aren't far behind at all. 

Nikki. 

My heart tightens in my chest, remembering last Christmas, how he sat curled under our tree, shooting up. 

He'd get strung out, then lay underneath the tree and stare up at the lights for hours. 

"Are we gonna buy a Christmas  tree?" I ask, looking at the empty living area. 

"If you want to." He calls to me from the bedroom.

"I want to." I reply, going into the room and getting in bed while he follows. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah. You know, homey-ness and stuff." I add. "Especially if I'm gonna be here longer." I add and he falls beside me. 

"I'll get a tree tomorrow." He assures me, kissing me chastely before yawning and getting comfortable, and I turn off the lamp and lay down, too. 

He goes to sleep in no time, but two hours later, in the early hours of morning, I smile to myself in the dark room, Christmas lights from the street shining into the window, lighting up the room and cascading a comforting dim light over Duff's sleeping body next to me. 

Reaching over, I run my fingertips softly against his cheek, pushing blonde strands of his hair out of the way, his eyes slowly blinking open slightly before a small tug of a smile pulls his lips slightly. 

"Sorry." I whisper, not meaning to have woken him up. 

"It's okay." He says quietly, closing his eyes again. "I love you, Vivian." He adds, his eyes staying closed, but he grabs my hand that's on his cheek, and presses a kiss to my palm, holding my hand when he's done. 

I snuggle closer to him, laying still and closing my eyes, too, while I reply, "I love you, too," the way I wish I would have done to Nikki all these years. 

Years later, while on what I presumed to be his deathbed, he told me that simple moment was what made him feel sure that I was the one. I took everything he had done up to that point with stride. But thinking he was going to die, reflecting on everything that could have been between us but never got to be, and hearing him tell me, "there's a ring I got you years ago when we thought we were gonna be together, but I never gave it to you. Mandy never knew about it. Linda doesn't know about it, but it's on my closet shelf and I don't want to go without giving it to you," broke my heart more than anything he could've done up to that point.

NIKKI

I turn over, seeing the silhouette of the brunette I picked up at the airport, her sheet-covered chest rising and falling with each breath. 

A part of me feels irritated because her perfume is contaminating Vivian's side of the bed that still smells like her. 

I've been reduced to plucking Viv's clothing from drawers or from in the closet and smelling it. That makes me sound like a fucking stalking creep, but it's the truth. 

How the fuck did we get here, again? 

Oh, right, me not able to keep my dick in my pants, and the woman I didn't keep my dick in my pants for, didn't keep her mouth shut.

I sit up, walking to the bathroom to piss. When I'm done I look at myself in the mirror and feel a little impressed. 

I don't look as bad as I thought. 

Well, kinda. 

I splash water on my face, wincing at the dark circles under my eyes. 

I end up staring at myself for God knows how long, remembering how Vivian would wake up and come in here to get me back in bed if I left her for too long because she didn't like sleeping by herself. 

I smile a little, slowly closing my eyes, feeling her touch across my back, the softness of her lips pressing to the skin of my spine before her cheek presses to the same place before she sleepily mumbles out, "come back to bed." 

Opening my eyes, for a split second, I see her. Standing behind me, green eyes peering at me over my shoulder, the feeling of her holding me...it's gone in a flash. She's gone in a flash. 

My nose burns with the oncoming tears cooking up in my eyes, and I erase them quickly with another splash of water to thr face. 

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#5

Hi! It's me from the other account. I'mma just copy paste here: I've recently fell in love with lukadrigaminette (or what the ship name is actually) and I was wondering, got any headcanons/prompts I could use to write/draw of them?

some headcanons of mine:

future:

After Butterfly user defeat, the four move out to the suburbs of Paris to get away a bit.

They end up adopting a metric heckton of pets, but they never get a dog or bird because of Luka and Adrien's allergies, respectively.

Marinette gets a job in the fashion industry. Luka works as a studio musician. Adrien stays at home. Kagami works as a personal trainer.

They have three kids eventually still, but they're not the kids Marinette fantasized of as Adrinette kids.

some more Present Time headcanons:

It takes them an embarrassingly long time to get together. Like, seriously. Approximately Too Many awkward double dates.

Kagami and Adrien both put their whole hearts into it and Luka goes "NO this isn't healthy get better coping mechanisms"

Pre-reveal Chat flirts with Luka and Kagami and Marinette a lot, forgetting that he's transformed

Marinette just blushes and says she already is dating

Luka Knows™ and just kind of rolls his eyes (but is a little flustered underneath)

Kagami doesn't know what an Affection is so she's a little starry-eyed at first

Luka and Kagami are Good Friends, they say. Adrien and Marinette roll eyes at each other.

Adrien is the only one really surprised by the reveal. Kagami fakes it and Luka doesn't even pretend he didn't know

Coming out goes relatively well, but neither Adrien or Kagami are ready to come out to the world (happens somewhere between moving out of Paris and kids)

They're happy. Because they deserve to be happy.

85 notes • Posted 2021-03-14 13:59:49 GMT

#4

thinking about...soft hurt/comfort poly relationships...where there's one person who stays and is like, the domestic one while the others are out being busy or saving the world...the other just stays. the guardian, the one who makes a place where they can all come home to.

92 notes • Posted 2021-03-18 11:20:05 GMT

#3

are there any other qinterwatcher shippers out there? please respond to this post if so because I wish to gather friends that are also very cool and said screw love triangles

99 notes • Posted 2021-05-26 20:16:12 GMT

#2

hmmm okay showerthought based meta time.

We only see Adrien and Marinette get persued by people romantically. There's Theo, but that's...barely a thing, unlike Nino and Nathaniel who both made legitimate efforts to pursue Marinette. While Adrien does have more long-term pursuers (Chloe for most of S1/S2/parts of S3, Lila for S1/S3, Kagami in S2/S3, and Marinette from the start).

Chat Noir doesn't have anyone that romantically pursues him. He pursues Ladybug plenty, but he doesn't get much in the way of pursuit despite how he presents himself as the flirt who gets girls as easy as breathing. (And that is, indeed, a presentation - a shield from being truly emotionally vulnerable.)

And well...we have Copycat. Which uses Theo to define Chat's love for Ladybug.

And it makes sense that people pursue Adrien - the model, the celebrity, the pretty blonde boy.

But what doesn't quite follow is why we never see anyone going after Ladybug and Chat Noir after Copycat. They're well-known in the city, according to the show, and goodness knows that people will take the first opportunity to thirst.

So, let's get into it.

Chloe wants him for reasons we as viewers can't quite be sure of (my headcanon tends more towards "the only boy she really has ever gotten along with is Adrien, therefore they are 100% Soulmates™ and there are no other options", and canon does support that, but there are other equally valid analyses too). Lila pursues Adrien for the fame. Kagami and Marinette both pursue Adrien out of genuine interest (with, perhaps, Kagami sharing some common traits with the speculation of Chloe).

We don't know why either Nathaniel or Nino develop crushes on Marinette. I tend to theorize that Nino was actually interested in Alya and just wanted to make Adrien realize his feelings for Marinette through jealousy (which doesn't work, because Adrien Agreste is a pinnacle of repression until the claws come out), but my interpretation isn't exactly...supported by canon, so in the end it's just established that Nino and Marinette were at the very least casual acquaintances (if not friends) before canon picks up. And the progression between friendship and romance is fairly simple, and attraction is easy enough to confuse. Nathaniel seems to have a crush on Marinette because she is actively kind to him. For someone mostly a loner, someone reaching out can make a big difference.

And then we have Luka. He doesn't so much as actively pursue Marinette as wait for her to come to him, but...well, he finds her endearing from the start (guitar flirting) and that does proceed to romantic love.

What I find more interesting is that the guys who pursue Marinette are more passive, while the ones that pursue Adrien are more active. Chloe makes her affections known, Lila makes unwanted contact with Adrien, Kagami makes it part of her mission to get Adrien, and Marinette concocts operations with her friends. Meanwhile, Adrien is the one that asks Marinette out in Nino's stead, Nathaniel's crush is outed, and as stated earlier, Luka waits for Marinette to come to him.

I think the reason that none of these work out is because of what Adrien and Marinette want separately as characters.

Adrien's arc is about taking his agency back. And little by little, he is doing that. Being Chat Noir is a choice. Kagami encourages him, even, to obtain his agency with her help. Ultimately, though, he needed to let go of Kagami because she was the one that chose him - he chose her in return, but he is more passive in their relationship, letting Kagami make her way in rather than actively inviting her. Adrien needs to be able to decide for himself who he wants to pursue, and he needs to be the one doing the pursuing in order to obtain his agency.

Meanwhile, Marinette supports the weight of the world on her shoulders. She is burdened, more than anything else, and pursuing someone romantically takes a lot of effort. She needs someone who is willing to pursue her, instead of guys who wait for her to pursue them or choose to never make their affections known or use a proxy.

And this is why Ladynoir has been strong as a dynamic - it is what both of them need, Adrien having to make the active choice to keep pursuing Ladybug, and Marinette letting herself be loved.

101 notes • Posted 2021-04-28 00:13:06 GMT

#1

0the latest ep said aro rights! reblog if you use :D

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560 notes • Posted 2021-04-18 22:22:44 GMT

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