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ak4e7a · 26 days

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Men I Love Fucking — milf lovers!hyung line (LHS, PJS, SJY, PSH)

hiiiiiiii! i, the president of dumb baby nation, have been gone for too long … here is my surprise comeback to enhablr (it’s so apt of me as mother to schedule my comeback for mother’s day) … i present to you, milf lover!hyung line :D enjoy >:)

minors dni, you know the drill. @karinasbaby and @enha-stars, this one's for you. thank you both for listening to me yap about this and helping me with ideas ≽ܫ≼

cw: degradation, breeding kink, sugar daddy jay, i got super carried away with jake's for some reason idk. sunghoon gets his own warning lmao

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heeseung loves milfs in the sense that he’s pining after his older sister’s best friend. he never looked your way before, but once you announced that you were pregnant, it was over for him. suddenly, he found himself spending his nights ignoring his friends’ requests to hop off the game, and instead in his bed, fucking his fist to the image of you, his sister’s best friend, belly round and tits swollen with milk, imagining that you were pregnant with his child. he fantasizes about which positions he'd use to knock you up with. doggy? reverse cowgirl? mating press? he thinks about it so much that he’s convinced he’s the father. and with the way you let him sneak into your house so he can lay you on your side and fuck you like he’s trying to get you pregnant again, he just might be the father. (he is, but you're holding onto that secret for as long as you can.)

another night of being his sneaky link sounds like:

“i thought us fucking was a one-time thing, but if i knocked you up on the first try, there’s no way i’m letting you go.”

“you just love this dick so much you had to have my baby, hm?”

“f-fuck, pussy’s so good, babe. still so fucking tight no matter what i do to you, isn’t that right?”

“gonna cum, fuck, fuck, turn over, please! wanna cum on your tits. they look so pretty, full of milk for our baby.”

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jay loves milfs in the sense that he loves the dynamic. if you’re the milf, he’s the daddy who provides. you met him while waitressing at a restaurant that he just happened to be a regular at; he fell in love with how sweet you were whenever you’d be the one to wait on his table. he liked you so much he started requesting you by name whenever he’d come in. one thing led to another, and now here you are, sitting pretty in his penthouse apartment, with everything taken care of for you. he’s paying for you to go back to school, he’s paid off your debt, bought you a car, anything you want, it’s yours—all you have to do is give him your pussy whenever and wherever he wants it. jay’s just so devoted to you, because you make him feel like a man, in the purest sense of the word. he feels like a protector and a provider and he loves it and it’s all thanks to you.

above all else, jay is a provider first and foremost, giving you anything from money to gifts to his cum and his love:

“you like that new purse i got you, baby? yeah? then you know how to thank me. get on your knees.”

“you’re gonna take my cum and keep it in your little cunt for the rest of the day, and if any of it slips out, i might just return everything i bought you. don’t you understand? I’m trying to knock you up so you know who you belong to.”

(and months later, when he’s madly in love with you to the point of no return, begging you to marry him already:) “i’m the one who put that baby in you, i’m the one who loves you, i’m the one who takes care of you so well. and if i have to fuck you every night to prove that i want no one else but you, then i will.”

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jake loves milfs in the sense that he’s an absolute dog. he’s cleaning pools for the summer while he’s on break from uni, and his clients are all lonely, rich, hot stay-at-home wives. he feels a sick little high just knowing he’s giving good dick to every milf on his roster, knowing that he’s fucking some guy’s wife and giving you orgasms that make you pay him double what he charges. he’s downright nasty, getting his dick sucked on an expensive leather armchair, fucking a beautiful pair of tits that some loser paid for and clearly has no idea how to use. and don’t get him started on when he visits his frat bros on his days off. their moms are fair game for him to fuck, too. he’ll corner you when you’re in the kitchen making apple pie for the boys, mumbling in your ear about how you’re such an angel, groping your ass, telling you to call him if you ever want a creampie instead. you don’t even bother calling him. he’s tiptoeing into your room that night while your son and his other friends are fast asleep.

“what waste of good pussy,” jake spits out, pounding into you from behind. “your husband doesn’t know the first thing about fucking you, because if he did, you wouldn’t be so. fucking. tight.”

“you like that? like taking cock from your pool boy? nasty slut. i bet your pathetic husband would love to know how much you like it sloppy.”

“that’s it, yeah, use me like that fucking dildo i found in your bedside table. feels better than that stupid toy, doesn’t it, baby?”

“what? cum in you? nah, sweets, you’re gonna take my load on that pretty face of yours.”

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sunghoon loves milfs in the sense that he’s bragging nonstop to his friends about how his girlfriend is a couple years older than him, and he’s basically “preordered a milf”. you might be his TA in one of his classes or his supervisor at work, whatever. either way, while the age gap isn’t so large or even visibly obvious, you don’t like acknowledging it. but when you do, it’s to take charge or to boss him around—and he’s had enough of it. one night, he corners you in your shared apartment, tired of you treating him like he’s a baby. you argue back that he’s your baby, but he’s not having it. “I’m an adult too, you know,” he murmurs in your ear, slotting his knee between your legs while he’s got you pushed up against the door of your bedroom. “let me take care of you, doll. i can show you just how good i can be.”

“my sweet little milf deserves the world, doesn’t she? if only she’d stop being a brat and just let me give it to her.”

“it feels good giving up control to me, doesn’t it?”

“tell me who’s in charge. say it. say my name… louder, baby doll, i can’t hear you. c’mon, let the neighbors know while you’re at it.”

“you’re so beautiful, baby… you deserve to not have to think about shit all the time. don’t you worry your pretty little head. from now on, i’ll handle everything for you… you can relax with me, just focus on how good this cock feels inside of you right now, hm?”

#🀄️thoughts #sunghoon smut #park sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #jay smut #enha smut #enha x reader #jake smut #enha jake smut #jake sim smut #jaeyun smut #actually lowkey how do yall find smut for jayke like that's crazy #enha hard thoughts #enha hard hours #i give up on the tags idc anymore

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keeganbrainmush · 1 year

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" I don't always like the things I have to do. " | Miguel O'Hara x male (villain) reader.

Ik he's been through so much, but why not put him through alittle more? Angst NO COMFORT, Unknown identities, identities are eventually discovered. Reader is based off the Prowler, Remember Miguel doesn't have a no killing rule? mhm. Blood and cuts mentioned! 1k words , Male reader , No NSFW mentioned, Minors DNI.

A small click sounded from your clawed glove as you disconnected it from your suit, placing it onto the table lightly as you looked around your base with narrowed eyes. Jesus, was it gloomy in here. You thought to yourself, taking off your mask as you gasped in fresh air.

You could finally go back to your apartment, and live your relatively normal life with your beautiful boyfriend. Aside from the fact you were literally the fucking Prowler. But only when you were called out. You had a debt with your boss, and if you didn't repay it, he'd threaten to hurt you or your loved ones. Yeah, Nueva York criminals were real predictable with their circumstances.

Only thing you'd have to do was work for him as a criminal for the rest of your life which was very likely to be cut short because of your ' job path '.

Wasn't that a pain in the ass?

You suddenly heard a rustle behind you, you instantly tensed up as you quickly pulled your mask down, grabbing ahold of the heavy glove as you clicked it back on as you spun around, meeting your eyes with a muscular man in a blue suit with red markings was sitting on one of the poles, sharp talons digging into the metal to hold himself.

You audibly groaned as you recognized the man who'd been watching you. Spiderman. He man who'd gotten close several times to capture you. God, you hoped this would be one of those times too. " Prowler. How about we make this easy on the both of us and let me take you in without a fight? " He offered, jumping down as his muscles were very clearly tensed as he took steps toward you.

Even if he asked to take you in easily, he knew you weren't gonna do that. " Sorry, Spiderman. I got my own thing to do. " You mumbled, voice distorted, listening to the light whir of your mechanical gloves as you leaped forward, Spiderman moving swiftly to the side as you turned sharply on your heel. " Why can't you leave me the hell alone? " You scoffed, twisting your neck enough for it to crack.

" Its kinda my job to take down criminals, if you didn't know. " He replied snarkily, picking up on the light accent which coated his voice. You stood up straight, nodding your head upward in a " come on, then " motion. You could almost hear the annoyed sigh which came from the stupidly tall man.

Spiderman jumped forward before you could react, grabbing ahold of your throat as he slammed you against the wall, feeling sharp talons against the sides of your throat as you lifted your legs upto his abdomen, kicking him back. He grunted as his claws scrape against your neck, ripping the fabric of your mask that went down to your collarbones as you felt a sharp stinging sensation.

You gasped as you felt blood start to instantly rush out of your cuts, shaking your blood as you focused on the problem infront of you instead of the one on you. ' Asshole. ' You muttered, quietly to yourself. You lunged forward quickly as you dragged your own metal glove across his face as you landed one, two, three punches successfully. Spiderman gasped out, grabbing your wrist before you could punch him a fourth time.

You tried to tug your arm out of his grip, panic starting to settle in the pit of your stomach. Spiderman twisted your arm sharply, feeling your ligament tear as you let out a muffled cry, the distortion making it sound eerie. You looked at the blue and red suited man, your pupils dilated as you used your other arm to cut at his abdomen, long red lines dragging from his chest down to his hip.

He loosed his grip slightly which gave you an opportunity to quickly pull your arm away from him, flinching at the pain before quickly recovering. You stared at Spiderman who was examining his wounds before jumping back at him, rolling for a moment in a struggle before pinning him down. Your fear starting to settle down, your mind instantly starting to fill with rage as you looked down at him, grabbing ahold of his throat before he could get back up, slamming him down against the concrete floor.

Spiderman choked out violently, a cough erupted as the back of his head hit the hard surface, a throbbing sensation starting to form in his head as his vision became fuzzy. You started to claw at his suit aggressively, cuts and scrapes starting to appear on his body before you tightened the grip on Spidermans throat. His chest heaved heavily as you did so, you started to punch at his face instead, small tears starting to form as your metal fist met with his cheek time and time again.

Until there was a hole large enough that you could see an eye.

An eye so painfully familiar.

The eyes that would normally make your heart swell with adoration and with happiness, instead caused your heart to drop.

Was it? It couldn't be. Miguel was at work, your beautiful, adoring boyfriend was at work. He couldn't be the Spiderman you're punching the life out of. Right?

...

Right?

No, it wasn't right. The soft wrinkle in the corner of his eyes when he normally smiled was now crinkled in pain. It was him. It was Miguel O'hara. The man you fell in love with.

You pulled back your hands instantly, panic and worry starting to fill your brain as you cried out, feeling several sharp talons in between the heavy chestplate and the plate which covered your back, digging into your stomach. Letting out shallow breathes as you shakily looked down to the source of the pain, you saw Spidermans, or rather Miguels, claws digging into you, pushing further into you until he was at his second knuckle.

You fell on your side off of him, your legs curling upto your stomach as pain took over your entire body, you glanced at Miguel, watching him flinch as he stood up shakily. ' He's hurt. ' You thought to yourself, trying to make yourself sit up as you took off your glove, holding your bare hand against the stab wound. You sat up against your elbow, looking up at Miguel desperately.

As much pain he was in, he still had his intimidating build, slightly hunched over as he glared down at you. " Are you done yet? " He spat, venom dripping from his voice. You instantly realized the severity of your situation. He didn't know who you were, you just beat the fuck out of him, and he doesn't have a problem with killing. You held your bloody hand out shakily up to him, signaling him to wait, stopping him in his tracks.

You slowly brought a hand to press a button on your voice changer, bringing it back to your normal voice. " Miguel. " You groaned quietly in pain, moving back to apply pressure on the wound. Just as yours did, his heart dropped. He let out a small gasp, the voice was shaky and obviously not the same as you sounded when you were happy, but it sounded like it was you. Was it?

He instantly slid down to his knees at your side, taking off your mask as his heart pounded so hard he was sure you could hear it too. Much to his misfortune, it was you. Miguel took his own mask off, bruises and cuts were scattered all over, but his focus was no longer on his pain. He cradled you in his arms, resting your back against his forearm.

" Hey, hey (Name). Mírame. You're gonna be okay, I promise. Fuck, I'm sorry. " He apologized, worry coating his words. You only looked at him with hazy eyes, nodding as best you could. Yeah, you were definitely bleeding out. You concluded, looking at the puddle of blood on the floor. " I'm gonna get you to a hospital, Love. Just hang on. " He ordered, gulping as he put his mask back on, picking you up bridal style.

How did he always manage to hurt the ones he loved?

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holylulusworld · 5 months

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Between a rock and a hard place (1)

Summary: You are in big trouble and in need of money. Two wolves are more than willing to help you. For a price…

Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Mobster!August Walker

Warnings: angst, language, power imbalance, debts, scared reader, extortion, mentions of character's death, mentions of a cheating husband, degrading, groping, implied mentions of prostitution

Between a rock and a hard place masterlist

They look like kings sitting on their plush chairs as you tremble in front of them.

In reality, they are wolves, with sharp teeth and claws ready to rip you apart.

One of them with thick and luscious curls and a thick beard, and the other one shares the same features with neatly styled hair and a mustache.

Walter Marshall and August Walker.

Both are equally pretty and deadly at the same time. Gods amongst mere humans.

Their blue eyes sparkle as you try to find your voice.

You’re a pitiful sight to them. A broke woman, with no hope, or money left.

All thanks to your useless and unfaithful husband.

He recently passed away and left more than a hole in your heart. Six digits of debt are now yours to pay.

“I-“You drop your gaze and swallow thickly. You wring your hands, wincing as you miss your wedding band and engagement ring. “I sold my rings and all the jewelry I own.”

“How much do you have for us, mouse?” One of the wolves gets up to stand in front of you. He roughly wraps his large hand around your throat, thumb brushing over your windpipe. “I could easily break you.” He smirks, as your eyes widen in fear. “Maybe I will.”

“August,” the other wolf slowly gets up to place his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “We talked about impulse control, brother.”

“Ha! Do you want to tell me something about impulse control? Brother, you are the incarnation of impatience and easily loose control.”

You shrink into yourself. Crowded by both of them you feel even smaller and vulnerable. Your legs are about to give in, and you wince anytime their eyes land on you.

“I sold the car and his golf clubs,” you whisper, not daring to speak louder. “The house…I couldn’t sell it. The bank will take it.”

“You will learn that I hate repeating myself,” August flashes you a devilish grin. “So, how much do you have for us?”

“Eight thousand and fifty dollars,” you sniff. “I know it’s not much, but I’ll pay every buck he owes you back.” Your fingers tremble when you get the envelope with the money out of your pocket.

“Aw, look at her,” Walter coos to mock you. “She’s already trembling for me, brother.” He lifts your chin with his index finger. “Look at me, lamb.” He leaves no room for arguments when he intensely stares at you. “Good girl.” Walter praises when you hold his gaze for a few seconds.

“I wonder what else she has to offer.” While Walter cups your chin to tilt your head, August circles you like prey. “Tell me, mouse.” He whispers in your ear. “Is this cunt tight?”

“What?” You splutter, while tears well up to your eyes. You struggle to breathe. These men treat you like a piece of meat, not a person. All they have in mind is getting their money back. And they don’t care how you pay them back.

“We have a club,” August slaps your ass hard enough to bring more tears to your eyes. “Maybe you can work a dick to pay us back our money.”

“Brother, I don’t think this pussy is worth five-hundred thousand bucks,” Walter tuts, but his eyes drop to your chest. “Maybe she can ride my dick and I give her fifty bucks every time she swallows me.”

“Mouse, what do you say?” August places his hand on your shoulder. “I let you ride dick at my club, and you pay me back my money this way. Or do you want to ride his dick for the rest of your pitiful life?”

“No…” You shake your head. “You can kill me, but I won’t work at your club.” You have a little self-respect left. Even if these beautiful monsters hold your life in their hands, you won’t stoop even lower and sell your body to random men.

“She’s got some fight left, August,” Walter smirks darkly at your predicament. You try to put a brave face on, but he can see the fear in your eyes. “So, lamb. How do you wanna pay us back our money if you don’t work his customers dicks?”

“I don’t know,” you sniff. “I’ll find a way. Even if it’s not my fault you lend money to my deceased husband. I didn’t know about any of this. He never told me about his problems or that he ate some other bitch’s pussy.”

“Walter, I think we got a cocky mouse,” August wraps his hand around your throat from behind to tilt your head. He forces you to look at him, making you wince in pain. “If I tell you to ride dick, you ask which hole my customer wants to fill.”

“August,” Walter tuts. “I think she’s too mousy for your club.” You hear August sigh deeply behind you. “I like me some shy mouse. They are best at sucking dick.”

“She owes us both, not only you.”

“If she works at the club we will never get it back!” Walter grunts. “If you give her to me, I’ll have a nice kitten to play with.” His features darken and he wraps his hand around his brother’s wrist. “We both know she’ll never be able to pay us back.”

“I’ll pay back every buck,” you croak. “Please…” You start to cry. “It’s not my fault he died and left me nothing but trouble and debts. I would’ve sold the house to give you the money.”

August huffs. He’s not in the mood to waste more time on you. “Have her for tonight. I want her at the club tomorrow!”

Walter glances at your quivering lips. He’s mesmerized by the sight of your fear. In his line of business, people mostly fear him. But he never was enchanted by one of the faceless people he tormented in the past. “No.”

“No?” August cracks his neck and gets ready for another fight with his brother. “Please enlighten me, Walter. How do you intend on getting the money back if you keep her?”

“I was looking for someone to share my lonely nights with,” Walter grins down at you. “She’s not too bad to look at and knows how to shut her mouth. I don’t like the mouthy bitches you wanted to share lately. All they have in mind are clothes, social media, and money.”

“Oh,” August drops his hand from your neck. He pinches your ass, making you jump. “You want to share the mouse?”

“I bet, she will look pretty stuffed with two big cocks,” Walter dips his head to glance at his brother. “Do you remember the cute little thing in Dublin? The one we found at the pub?”

“She squeaked like a mouse when we punched her pussy with our cocks,” August groans deeply. “She was tight but lacked endurance. I bet this one won’t pass out on us when we use her all night long.”

“Right, lamb?” Walter cups your chin again, “You will be a good girl for us. Did you ever cum on two cocks at the same time?”

Your eyes widen, and you feel an icy shiver run down your spine. These men see nothing but a body they can use in you.

You are trapped with them in their territory and scared shitless. Still, your panties dampen at the thought of them using you to their liking.

“She just pressed her legs together.” Walter drops his hand from your chin and steps away. He admires your trembling form for a moment, drinking every micro-expression in. “I bet she’s a little brainless slut.”

Part 2

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#august walker #walter marshall #Between a rock and a hard place (1)#mafia au #angst #mobster!walter marshall #mobster!august walker #henry cavill fandom

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voidpetrova · 10 months

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teen romance — lip gallagher x reader

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content warnings & genre: swearing (it's the southside) — fluff, angst

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synopsis: you've been the gallagher's family friend for as long as you can remember, but you've been assigned a task in which you convince lip to go to college and make something of himself

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“you do realize you're eating here for free, right?”

you shot carl a smile in response to his teasing tone. in some way, he was right. you weren't adding money into the squirrel fund, and you sure as hell weren't participating in any rent paying. however, it wasn't your responsibility. you didn't live with the gallaghers, but you've been a family friend ever since monica was around. you had been taking your life on the southside very seriously—attending college, working as many part-time jobs as possible—all of it just to get by. your parents had left you many moons ago, but everything in their will had been gifted to you, their daughter. every last cent. and you made it your duty to support the gallaghers with all you had. so, yes, you were definitely eating there for free, but it was your cash that was paying for the food and clothes, paying off their debts, and so much more.

as the summer breeze wafted through the gallagher household, you leaned back in your chair, savoring the familiarity of the chaotic scene around you. lip, perched on the counter nearby, eyeing you with a mix of amusement and fondness. “guess you're the real guardian angel here,” he quipped, a half-smile tugging at his lips. you chuckled softly, meeting his gaze. “someone's gotta give fiona a hand at keeping this place from falling apart completely.”

lip's gaze softened, and he raked a hand through his unruly hair. “yeah, well, we appreciate it. more than you know.”

it wasn't lost on either of you that your presence had become a steady pillar of support in their lives. through the ups and downs, your friendship with the gallaghers had grown stronger. it was a bond forged not just by circumstance, but by shared experiences and the understanding that sometimes, family extended beyond bloodlines.

as the afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the room, lip's expression turned contemplative. “you ever think about what life would be like if you weren't part of this mess?”

you shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips. “sure, sometimes. but then i remember that life's messiness is what makes it interesting.”

lip chuckled, the corners of his mouth lifting. “you've got a point there.”

the front door had swung open in the middle of your conversation, and the rest of the clan tumbled in, each one carrying their own story of the day. your heart swelled as you watched them, a sense of belonging washing over you. “are you gonna join us for dinner, (y/n)?” debbie called out as she plopped down onto the bed. you grinned at her, rising from the seat to help set the table as you ruffled her hair. “wouldn't miss it for the world.”

as the evening unfolded, laughter and chatter filled the air, intertwining with the aroma of a makeshift gallagher family dinner. lip found a seat next to you, his knee brushing against yours under the table. in that simple touch, you felt a connection that words couldn't quite capture. fiona and veronica shot each other a look as they smirked, almost as if they knew. it wasn't that they didn't—everybody knew of lip's fondness of you, but not in the same way everyone else was.

“you know, we're lucky to have you,” lip murmured, his voice low and sincere. feeling a warmth spread through your chest, you turned to him, your gaze locking. “i'm the lucky one. you guys are my family, too.” in that moment, surrounded by the people who had become your home, you realized that your presence in the household was more than just financial support. it was a testament to the unbreakable bonds that formed when hearts opened to one another, transcending circumstances and hardships.

and as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a tapestry of colors across the sky, you couldn't help but feel that, despite life's challenges, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

just after dinner, you found yourself sitting on the front porch with lip. the evening air was cool, and the stars above twinkled in the night sky. the conversation had shifted to more serious matters, and you couldn't shake the feeling that lip was holding back something important.

“you know, lip, you're incredibly smart,” you began, voice gentle but firm. “have you ever considered going back to college?” lip's brow furrowed, his jaw clenching slightly. “why does everyone keep bringing that up? college isn't for everyone, you know.” you sighed softly, sensing the frustration in his words. “i get that. but it's not about what's for everyone; it's about what's right for you. you're brilliant, lip. you could do so much more than this if you just gave yourself the chance.”

he turned his gaze away, his expression a mixture of irritation and contemplation. “and do what? end up drowning in student loans, chasing a degree that might not even guarantee a job? you act like i haven't thought about it, but it's not that simple.”

“i'm not saying it's simple,” you replied, your voice steady. “but it's worth considering. you deserve more than this, lip. you deserve to explore your potential and make something of yourself.”

his fists clenched, and he shot you a glare. “you think i don't want that? you think i'm just sitting around here, content with my life?”

“i know you want more,” you said softly, your gaze unwavering. “but it's the fear holding you back, lip.”

his frustration seemed to boil over, and he snapped, his voice tinged with anger. “i don't need you to psychoanalyze me, (y/n). just because you pay our bills and wash our asses doesn't give you a right to shit.”

his words stung, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself. “you can be an asshole all you want,” your tone had come to a cold halt. “i've known all of you since monica was sober and frank knew how to put pants on, i'm family too. if you wanna throw your life away, go ahead. i'm only doing what i've been doing the last 19 years—supporting you.”

he stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth. After a tense silence, he finally turned to you, his eyes searching yours. “i'm sorry for being a dick, it's just a sore spot for me.”

you nodded, your heart aching for him. “i understand. but i believe in you, lip. and if you decide to go back to college, i'll be right there supporting you every step of the way.”

lip's shoulders slumped, and he exhaled heavily. “i know you will, it's all you've been doing all these years,” he took a step closer, his gaze earnest. “if i do this, it won't be for anyone else but myself. but i want you to know that your belief in me means everything.”

you were touched by his words. so touched, that when he finally leaned in, you barely noticed. his lips felt heavy against yours, nose pressing against the tip of your own as you melted into his touch. all these years—tension has been building all these years—and you were finally given a chance to unwind. you were content, happy as his arms wrapped around your waist, hearts fluttering as he pulled away from you.

you both sat back down on the porch, the weight of the conversation still hung in the air. but this time, there was a sense of understanding, of a shared commitment to exploring the possibilities that lay ahead. and as you gazed at the stars above, you couldn't help but feel that this was the beginning of something new, failing to realize that lip chose to look at you instead of the starry sight above.

#shameless #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #carl gallagher #debbie gallagher #lip x reader #lip gallagher x reader

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gabessquishytum · 6 months

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So we’ve seen a lot of Mafia AU stuff, but may I add my Mob Collections Department Hob to the mix?

Morpheus’ heart flutters a little in his chest when he opens the door one day to a stranger, a gentle professor-looking guy with a messenger bag slung across his chest. But then the man slips his hand into the bag and pulls out a crowbar. His deep chocolate eyes go hard as he steps over the threshold, and Morpheus instinctively retreats.

He knows exactly who this must be. This is the guy who breaks your fucking kneecaps or legs or fingers or whatever when you can’t pay back what you’ve borrowed.

Morpheus knew he shouldn’t’ve gone to a Mob loan shark to pay for Art School, but his family wouldn’t help him get a “useless” degree, wouldn’t cosign the loans, and he won’t be 24 till the end of this year, so he can’t even be considered independent! What the fuck else was he supposed to do?!

The stupid thing is, his heart is still fluttering.

Actually, it’s fluttering harder. There's a distinct possibility that Morpheus’ circulatory system is deeply confused and currently mistaking terror for arousal.

“I… I’m an artist,” Morpheus stammers. Maybe he can live without functional kneecaps, but if this guy smashes his fingers, he’ll be destroyed.

Hob nods, casually resting the crowbar against the back of his own neck as he looks around. He’s in no rush. His target is a skinny pale thing that Hob is pretty sure he could break across his knee if he had to. He hopes he doesn’t have to. Sometimes just walking in the front door is enough to get people scrambling for the cash they “forgot” to pay. Though… this poor guy might not be so lucky. The man Hob’s been sent after today — what was his fancy name? Morpheus? — lives in a nearly empty studio apartment, entirely furnished with vivid canvases and one fold-out mattress on the floor. Hob reaches back to lock the door while he takes in the expansive scenes of… some fantasy world? It’s like nothing he’s ever seen. A dreamy mix of magical creatures, starry galaxies, keen eyed ravens, and glittering abstractions.

Well, maybe if he’d gone into graphic design — made some boring logos or something — he’d’ve been able to pay his bills.

Morpheus is madly tallying his resources in his brain.

He’s got about 18$ coming in from Patreon. If he does a sale on prints, he might be able to move a few extra, but the profit would be less… He’s already skipped anything fresh at the grocery store this week, subsisting on spaghetti, diced tomatoes, and baked beans — the only things the calories-per-dollar calculation would allow.

No matter how he does the math, it comes up short.

When the man takes a silent step toward him, Morpheus panics. His mind goes utterly blank. His heart is still doing it’s fucking stupid thing.

He kisses the man.

Hob’s used to this. Plenty of people try to pay their debts with their carnal talents. He’s not usually interested. The problem is this: Morpheus is hot. The kiss is deep and warm and… feels oddly real? Like genuinely passionate? Morpheus’ long fingers send tantalizing chills through Hob’s skin. Now, the broke artist is sliding to his knees, and when he looks up, his pupils are so thick with arousal that his blue eyes are almost black.

Sigh.

Fine. He can suck Hob’s cock this one time, and Hob will take care of this payment out of his own pocket. He gets paid well and is good at his job — people like him, he's not your typical goon, he's pleasant until he needs to be otherwise, and gives them every chance to search the couch cushions, so to speak. So the cash isn’t much to him. But in this business, paying other people’s debts is a bad habit to get into. Anyone would go broke doing that.

But Morpheus’s lips feel so good, and Morpheus is, like, into it. Like laving Hob’s balls and working his fingers into his cleft and over his asshole. He opens his throat so Hob can really ram himself down there. And by the time Hob comes (gritting his teeth & trying/failing to tell himself it’s not that good), he actually feels kinda bad that he’s gotten such a good deal on a quality blow job.

Two weeks later, Hob is resolved to be the consummate professional — strictly cracking bones or collecting cash, whichever’s appropriate, but definitely not getting off on the clock.

But Morpheus opens the door without hesitation, and he’s wearing black joggers, slung low on his jutting hips, and… a lacy body suit that plunges almost to his naval, is so high cut it frames said hips, and is sheer enough in the right places that his pale rose nipples poke through deliciously.

SIGH.

Fucking fine.

Hob can bend Morpheus over the counter and fuck him hard this one time. But he makes sure to get in a few good hard spanks on that creamy ass. Hob’s not completely derelict in his duties, and this is an enforcement job.

(This is not even remotely the deterrent he hopes it is. For the next two weeks, every time Morpheus squirms as he sits on his bare hard floor as he paints, he will think of Hob’s sharp hands. Even when the pain fades, he will recall it acutely in his imagination as he strokes himself.)

And Hob pays Morpheus’s second installment.

It might surprise you to learn that the interest on a Mob loan shark’s loan is… not exactly competitive. By the third time Hob visits, the amount owed has barely gone down, thanks to sky-high rates that would put the payday lenders to shame. The third payment would be massive for anyone, but for a starving artist it’s catastrophic.

But Morpheus is creative and determined to give Hob the full value.

This time, Hob spends the entire night on Morpheus’s folding mattress on the floor discovering new ways to come undone in the artist’s clever hands and pulling Morpheus apart in turn. (Figuratively.) Morpheus begs to take his punishment from the sharp sting of Hob’s hands again, and Hob turns his backside beet red as every moan and cry from Morpheus’ lips goes right to his dick until he’s jerking himself off and coming on Morpheus’s back, marking him like he’s Hob’s own. Like neither of them belong to some cranky old Mob boss, but it’s just them, signing their names into each other’s skin.

By morning, they’re lying in each other’s arms and just talking.

Morpheus tells Hob about going to Art School even after his parents tried to force him into something useful. He confesses the difficulties of making a living as an artist and on the internet especially. It’s not as easy as people think. He would do something else, but the pictures in his head just need to come out. Exhausted and trembling, he speaks of the way they grow in his unconscious, expanding to take up everything else, bringing chaos and cracks in his foundations if he doesn’t give them form and allow them an orderly outlet on the canvas.

Hob holds Morpheus tight to his chest as if that could ease the pain there, and he opens up, too. Hob didn’t used to be this. He was a History professor! He has no right forcing other people to make money! But then his wife had gotten ill. And this doctor — an arrogant prick who’d never taken anyone’s concerns seriously, who had years of secret complaints against him but was too much of a “star” to get fired — botched the surgery. And Eleanor and their unborn babe had died on the table. Hob had gotten a — frankly insulting — settlement from the hospital. Then he’d hunted down the doctor (who’d had connections in some shadowy parts of town — he hadn’t become a star by being good at medicine), and taken his revenge. The underworld had taken notice.

And this paid a lot better than adjunct work.

Plus, unlike at the university, Hob’s skills are appreciated. Most humans of the twenty-first century are a lot easier to find and pick apart than the evidence on post-plague upheavals in labor relations in the fourteenth century, and Hob spent seven years doing that for his PhD. He’s persistent and meticulous. Not sloppy like some enforcers. Hob knows how to cause damage that hurts like hell but heals well. He’s done his research. (Something he’s finally getting paid for after over a decade in academia!)

Hob doesn’t even like debt collecting! It’s not his calling. When he’d been slogging through History essays, he’d fantasized about opening a pub. Sometimes he still does — his skills could come in useful breaking up bar fights, throwing out the jerks, keeping things peaceful.

As the sun comes up, he kisses Morpheus softly on his lips.

He pays the massive third installment.

On the fourth visit, Hob slips his hand into the messenger bag again and Morpheus’ heart thuds in something like fear. But instead of the crowbar, he pulls out a thick, wooden paddle. When his eyes rise to meet Morpheus’, there’s only a little of that old hardness left but mostly a question. Morpheus moans at the sight, the blood already shooting to his cock.

He really should borrow money from the Mob more often.

He lets Hob bend him over the counter and ply the paddle all over his ass till he’s crying and begging for release. And then Hob is fucking him and biting into the meat of his shoulder and stroking him hard and fast as he thrusts against Morpheus’ bruised ass. They wind up tangled in the sheets long past morning. (The fourth payment is even bigger than the third.)

At some point, as Morpheus is boiling spaghetti for two, Hob decides fuck this job.

Of course, it’s the Mob, so he can’t just put in his two week’s notice & shit on the boss’s desk like decent people do. So later, Hob — whose a genuinely nice guy when he isn’t cracking your skeleton & has built up his own little following within the business — pulls a Red Wedding and eliminates the entire current leadership. Fuck those guys. They were assholes anyway. People are happier now. (Anyone who wouldn’t be happy was invited to the wedding.)

Hob doesn’t actually want to take on the responsibility of a large crime syndicate, so he hands the reins over to a trusted buddy. Then he and Morpheus get the fuck outta there and start new lives in the big city where Morpheus can do real art shows and Hob can run his pub and feed Morpheus only the freshest food and lots of it, and every beating is strictly desired and thoroughly appreciated and never involves a crowbar.

BESTIE THIS IS SO GOOD!! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW GOOD THIS IS. This is the most amazing mini fic.

Ngl I wish Hob would come around here with his "crowbar"

Honestly I love this concept of Mob Hob so much. I feel like it works so well with his canon storyline. It's not hard to imagine him reluctantly (but very effectively) smashing in kneecaps. And yeah he feels bad about it, but hey. Hob has had his own struggles and he wants to keep a roof over his head.

But he's not immune to a pretty little Dream, huh? He's not a nice guy, he just wants to get his dick wet. He's not in love or anything. I mean, he's not gonna shake up his entire life and risk everything by going up against the gang he's supposed to be working for.

.......right? 👀❤

#cowardly--throwaway #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw violence #mob au

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DHP Pt. 9

Warnings: angst, fighting, blackmail, masturbation, unprotected sex

Series ML

I’m dripping sweat by the time we’re done moving everything into the apartment. Half the furniture is from the Chateau so Sarah has an excuse to redecorate. John B can never tell her no. We all refused to let Y/N lift a finger so she went across the street to grocery shop with what little money I had until I got paid again. She also mentioned getting a job although I didn’t want her to work but that was an argument for another time.

“Are you going to name him after me?” John B asks for the tenth time, smirking as he hands me a beer.

“Or me. There’s plenty of John’s, not enough Pope’s.” Pope chimes in, particularly serious. I chuckle, looking over to see Sarah and Kie in a heated debate. Their words were hushed but knowing Sarah, she was probably putting Kie in her place. She had no right to start her shit last night. I didn’t expect her to help today but she did, remaining silent and keeping her head down. She almost seemed defeated.

“So have you told Y/N about everything that happened last summer?” John B asks.

“No. What’s there to tell?” I shrug.

“The gold. Kiara. Rafe.” Pope adds.

“There’s nothing to tell. I started a business that’s still not up and running and paid off a shit ton of debt. I’m not bringing in any money yet.”

“Yet. Key word.” John B says, his eyes darting to Sarah and Kie constantly.

“This will all be temporary. You know I’d let you guys live at the Chateau but Sarah is hounding me for a baby. Especially now that you have one coming. Her baby fever is through the roof. My dick is going to fall off.”

“I didn’t need to know that.” Pope grimaces.

“I know but I need to step up and be a man. I have to do this. I have a one year lease then I’ll find a house out in the marsh again. I’m selling my dads house so I’m not living there. That’ll be a little dough until the charter is up and running. I’d rather Y/N not worry about working but with everything that’s happened, she probably needs something to keep her busy before the baby comes.”

“Yea, she lost everything. Like her life was completely uprooted.” John B and I both shoot Pope a glare and he holds his hands up in defense. “Sorry! That came out wrong.”

“No, it’s true.”

“Shits tough. Sarah went through it. Y/N just has to find herself again. She’ll have you to support her.” John B nods.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to let her back in. It took a lot for me to open up to her the first time.”

“Oh yea? Then what did I hear last night? We got thin walls man.”

“Listen, pregnancy hormones are apparently no joke. She woke me up and I helped her out. That was it.”

“Maybe you should work on the relationship without being physical. Withhold sex until you both know what you want.” Pope says, earning another glare from us.

“Do you want me to die? Have you not heard how crazy pregnant women can be?”

“Yea I’m with JJ. Don’t risk your life, man.”

Sarah and Kie’s hushed voices grow louder, earning our attention from across the room. I lick eyes with Kie and she shakes her head, waving off Sarah and stomping out the front door. Sarah sighs before joining us, curling up against John B’s side. It made me miss Y/N and her softness.

“What was that about?” I ask, downing the rest of my beer.

“She doesn’t trust Y/N and she thinks you’re being stupid. She’s just mad and jealous. I think you need to just set the record straight with her.” Sarah opens her own beer and takes a long gulp. Kie was a problem I’d ignored for a long time. How clear can you make it to someone that you’re not interested without being shitty?

Thank god I wasn’t having a girl. These women were driving me fucking nuts.

I hated how no matter what’s happened, I still ached for her. She left me breathless and crazy. My heart skipped beats and shit. I’d never felt anything like this before but she was right. It’d been there since the beginning.

“Guys!” Kie burst back in through the front door, her curly hair whipped around her face like she’d been running and her chest heaving. “Rafe has Y/N cornered at the grocery store across the street.”

Those words send me into a blind rage as I jump to my feet and tuck the peacekeeper into the waist band of my shorts, concealing it with my shirt despite my friends pleading for me to stop as I shove my way out the door.

The closer I get to the store, the angrier I get. My vision is practically red when I see that he’s not only standing too close but he’s wearing a proud, cocky smile. Almost like he’s.. flirting. Y/N wasn’t tense or appearing to be in any distress. If anything they looked to be having a pleasant conversation. It’s when her eyes lock on my fast approach that her face falls, her eyes widening.

“J..”

I fist the back of Rafe’s pollo, all but throwing him away from her.

“Jesus, dude. We were just talking.” Rafe chuckles, holding up his hands as he smiles.

“JJ, stop.” Y/N snaps, grabbing my elbow but all I can think about is the shit Rafe has put my friends through. What he’s put me through. Now he’s talking to Y/N. Flirting with her.

“Stay away from her.” I growl, taking a step towards him just as the Pogues catch up.

“Okay, okay, enough. Let’s go.” John B says, stepping between the two of us and pushing back on my chest.

“How’s the Kook life treating you guys? Blow through all that money yet?” Rafe turns to Sarah, who stiffens under her brothers gaze. “Did you enjoy getting our father killed?” His gaze moves to Pope, “How’s that family legacy? I think I might still have a few pieces of that cross left.”

I can’t stop myself from pulling the gun and shoving John B away, pressing the barrel against Rafe’s chest. He only smiles, like the untouchable asshole he thinks he is. I hear the girls gasp but everything fades, my hatred for Rafe and his family masking everything else.

“What the fuck do you want?” I bite out.

“Y/N owes me a favor. I’m here to collect.” Rafe keeps his cocky grin as his eyes move to Y/N at my side, trying to talk me down. I can’t hear her.

“She doesn’t owe you shit.” I growl, pressing the gun harder to Rafe’s chest.

“Ask her. Just ask her.” Rafe takes a step back, casting a glance to Pope and Sarah before looking back at Y/N.

“JJ, stop. You’ll go to jail!” Y/N grabs my face, making me look at her pleading eyes. The gun is taken from my hand as Rafe gets back in his car and peels away. “What was that about?” Y/N demands, searching my face like I’ve been injured.

“What favor do you owe him? What did he want?”

“You’re being crazy right now! Chill! We were just talking!”

“Rafe Cameron doesn’t just talk to people unless he’s looking to gain something. So what favor did he fucking want?” Her face hardens as she takes a step back, too stubborn to back down from me. I was being an asshole but I couldn’t help it. This was too close to home.

“You’re not going to talk to me like that. You’re being shitty with me for no reason.”

“Guys, stop. This is what he wants. He wants us to fight.” Sarah says, gently pulling Y/N back so we’re no longer in each others space.

“She doesn’t know how much of a psychopath Rafe is. She shouldn’t trust him!” I shout, letting John B lead me away as Sarah tries to plead with her.

“Then tell me why! You never fucking tell me why! You have all these barriers you put up and your reasons for doing things but I’m not going to just blindly follow you without reason. I need to be in on it too. What did he do?”

“Both of you stop.” Kie says, catching a murderous look from Y/N.

“No, you stop. Mind your own fucking business.” Y/N shouts at Kie. God, this was only getting worse.

“He is my business, bitch! I’ve known him a lot longer than you! It’s not our fault you don’t know the man who knocked you up. You better adapt real quick to the way we do things because it’s his baby too.” I find myself diving between the girls as Y/N lunges for her. Kie’s eyes soften as she looks up at me but it’s not her I’m protecting.

“Get over yourself, Kiara. It’s never going to happen between us. It’s over. It’s been over. Whatever torch you’re carrying for me, you need to let it fucking go. Don’t speak about my child on my behalf.” I snap, a pang of guilt slicing through me when her face falls. She was my best friend but I couldn’t do this anymore. Tears fill her eyes before she turns away, stomping off to where she’s parked down the road.

“Really, dude? How about you let her down gently?” Pope scoffs, going after her.

“You could’ve handled that better.” John B adds, taking Sarah’s hand and leading her to the Twinkie. Y/N shoves past me, heading back inside the apartment building without a second glance in my direction. I’d be glad when today is fucking over.

It’s late as I walk by the bathroom door, a stifled moan stopping me in my tracks. My ears perk up as I listen in. It would be totally like her to try and pleasure herself knowing I’ve offered to help. I can’t pull myself away as her soft little whimpers grow closer and closer together as she nears her peak. My dick hardens in my shorts as I grit my teeth, listening for the moment that she comes undone.

I think she’s close when she lets out a frustrated groan and there’s a loud bang. I don’t even hesitate in shoving the door open, terrified that she’s fallen in the shower.

“What the fuck?” Y/N snaps, opening the shower curtain to look at me.

“I-I’m sorry. I thought you fell or something.” I say, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart. She scared me to death. I’m not surprised when she rolls her eyes at me, sitting a bottle of shampoo down on the edge of the tub.

Her eyes soften just a little when she realizes that she scared me. I take slow, easy breaths to calm my heart as she starts to lather herself up with soap without shutting the shower curtain. I can't look away as her hands massage the suds into her glorious tits then down her baby bump and around her hips. My cock is throbbing painfully already in my shorts as her hands find her breasts again as she rinses, her nipples pebbled and begging for my teeth.

"Did you cum?" I croak, my throat dry as my body screams for her.

"No." She says firmly, turning the water off and wrapping her body then hair in a towel. She steps out, looking up at me with defiant eyes before brushing past me to go to the bedroom. I watch her go down the hall before glancing back at the couch where I told myself I'd start sleeping. I really should walk away. We can't work through our issues if we're constantly avoiding it with sex. But when I look back down the hall to see the door left open and her naked silhouette climbing into the bed, I lose the rest of my restraint.

I go to the door and lean against the frame, watching as she gets a vibrator from the nightstand she'd packed away and brings it to her clit. She glares back at me as she turns the toy on, her body jerking with the sudden vibrations. The toy gets turned up as high as it will go and her eyes threaten to close as she starts to pant softly, surrendering herself to the pleasure. I can't look away, jealousy choking me over the damn toy touching her instead of me. I'm tempted to pull my cock out and masturbate with her but I know that will tip her over the edge and I don't want to help her achieve anything without me involved.

She groans when she can't reach her peak and she throws the toy down on the bed, her breathing hard as she stares back at me.

"I think your pussy is a little spoiled by me." I smirk, bringing myself to the edge of the bed and gazing at her wet, swollen pussy. Her glare intensifies as her eyes trail down my body, stopping at the tent in my shorts.

"That's fine. I'm spoiled by your pussy too." I lower myself to the bed, crawling up between her legs and savoring the shuddering breath she lets out as I stop just at her pussy.

"I want you to cum on my cock." I say, looking for her permission before I fuck her brains out. By the look in her eyes, I know she wants it too.

"Okay." She whispers. I don't hesitate in flipping her onto her hands and knees, making her yelp then moan loudly as I fill her up from behind. She's so wet that I slip right in, touching her so deep that my eyes threaten to roll back in my head. I fuck her hard and fast, sending her into orgasm after orgasm as my own quickly builds inside me. I pull her hands back, her face pressed into the comforter as I use her as nothing more but a vessel for my pleasure.

I didn’t know how to talk to her but I knew how to do this. I knew how to fuck her until she forgets everything she’s mad about. In this moment nothing else matters. Not the secrets or the lies. Not Rafe Cameron or her loser ex. Not Kie. Just this.

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #rudy pankow #jj maybank x you #jj obx #blueicequeen19

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ghost-taking-up-ur-attic-space · 27 days

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Take A Bite

Togachaco

Ochaco was more relieved than she would admit when she heard the villain was alive. Himiko had essentially sacrificed herself for the hero despite everything. She felt as if she was in debt to the blonde, telling those she could to change the sentence, even just a little.

Once Himiko recovered Ochaco visited. Both were surprised by this, but she couldn't stay away. She had to thank her in person. Himiko felt off about it, the moment Ochaco turned her down before still ringing in her head. But she still couldn't feel that lingering adoration for the hero.

Himiko was sent to a rehabilitation center, one of the best the country could supply. Through the years Ochaco made an effort to visit, sometimes bringing sweets for the two to share. Himiko was over the moon with this, feeling gratefulgreatful that Ochaco didn't fully hate her after their fight.

Ochaco had finally settled into her own agency as Himiko was allowed to be released. The country had mixed feelings on the matter, but the recovery hero assured everyone that she was no longer a threat. If Uravity had said so, she must be right. Right?

The first few months were rough, Himiko being turned away for what she had done in the past. It was just like it was when she was a child, pushed away for who she was. This time she had Ochaco to lean on, she had a friend to help her through it all.

The two lived near each othereachother, only an apartment complex apart. Although the amountammount of nights they'd spend in each other'seachothers homes made it seemmade seem as if they were solely living together. Neither minded, Ochaco was happy she could keep Himiko company.

A few years into civilian life Ochaco brought up a conversation they hadn't had in just less than decade. She couldn't look her friend in the eye as flustered mumbles spewed from her lips. When she finally looked up, scared of the silence from Himiko she froze. The poor woman was a crying, blushing mess. All she could do was nod and grin as Ochaco laughed.

The public wasn't prepared for the two as a couple. They were on the headlines for a few weeks, even a few months when there wasn't a better story to publish. This wasn't the first instance of a hero and ex villain becoming something, but they couldn't report on Touya and Misheru forever.

At one point the news of them became too much for Himiko, leaving the woman to think over her actions. She hadn't thought of them as bad, she really hadn't. She viewed what she did as love, love for the boy in middle school, love for Izuku, love for Ochaco.

"What's wrong? You haven't said anything since I got home." Ochaco's voicevoive was sweet like strawberries, she loved strawberries. The hero had just returned from another successful rescue, texting her girlfriend if she'd like to go out after she got home. "I was worried when you didn't text back."

Himiko could only hum as she stared out the window to their now shared apartment. They rested along the coast, a perfect ocean view for them to wake up and have coffee to. Something was off and it made Ochaco nervous. She sat down, following her gaze. The sun was still high above the sea, plenty of daylight left.

"Am I still a shit person?"

Ochaco frowned. Of course she wasn't. They wouldn't be living together if she was a shit person. "No, you're a better person now. Those days don't count anymore."

"Everyone keeps bringing it up. They bring up everything from beforebefore up, especially my quirk." Her voice was quiet, shaky. She rarely had moments where she broke down. But when she did she felt safe because of who she had with her.

Ochaco turned to her girlfriend with an odd look. She didn't like seeing anyone cry and definitelydeffinately not her girl. The subject of her quirk was one they tried to avoid, it becoming useless despite the lingering urge for her to sink her teeth into someone. Ochaco stood, bringing her girlfriend with her. Her sleeve was rolled up and her arm outstretched. The skin heldhelf small scars over the years of hero work. Himiko always loved to rub her fingers over the marks and kiss them while they cuddled. But now she just looked confused at the woman, wondering what she was doing.

"Ocha?"

"Take a bite."

"..."

"What?" Himiko's brows furrowed and she glanced between her extended arm and her face.

"I know you're not supposed to use your quirk, but I also know that you can'tcant help how it makes you feel. You're not ready to let it go, and you don't have to. Just promise me that my blood is the only one you'll drink." Ochaco looked determined, a look her girlfriend always admired. She took the arm in her hand, skin soft against her fingertips. She lowered her lips to the skin, hesitant. Ochaco took in a sharp breath as teeth breached the skin. She didn't pull away. Himiko closed her eyes as the flavor she thought she lost seeped into her mouth. It was sweet like her. She didn't register the tears that fell from her lashes.

"I had a dream one night while we were all fighting," Ochaco started. "I dreamt I was little again and I don't remember where I was, but I know you were there. You were crying and you mentioned something about your quirk. I rolled up my sleeve and said it was ok, but then I woke up. I'm sure if we did end up meeting sooner I would've done the same."

Himiko pulled away and placed her palm over the small injury to stop its bleeding for a moment. She couldn't help but smile at her. A hand was placed on her cheek and face brought in for a kiss. "I love you and your cute smile," Ochaco hummed.

"I love you too, Ochaco.”

#FINALLY WRITING #also misheru is a self insert I didn’t know what other ship to put there im sorry jkdkjshdgjksdg #but m writing again!!#woo!ah!#toga himiko #ochako uraraka #togachako #mha fluff #mha #mha fanfiction #mha toga #mha uraraka #toga x ochako #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia

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Ellis Twilight Main Story: Chapter 2

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

Warnings and FAQ

Ellis: Sorry for the wait, Jude.

Jude: … Ah?

Jude stared at Ellis in disbelief for a moment when he noticed that he had brought me along, but he surprisingly said nothing about it.

Kate: I’ll be accompanying you as the fairytale keeper. I look forward to working with you!

Jude: … Tch.

Jude clicked his tongue at Ellis as though to say “cut the crap”, completely ignoring my existence.

Ellis: I submitted the declaration for today’s shipment last night.

Jude: Of course you did. I’ll cut your pay if it’s not received first thing in the morning.

(Besides working for Crown, they also have work to do at the trading company… they must be very busy.)

To avoid getting in their way, I walked behind Jude and Ellis while silently observing them.

…

Based on my observations—,

Jude was the boss of a trading company named “Raven” which dealt with both domestic and international business, it also had branches in other countries.

They held their negotiation meetings in the VIP rooms at London’s biggest department stores, and their goods inspections were conducted at London’s pier…

Time seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye while I was following them throughout the day.

Their work ethics, however…

Jude: No making new deals until all debts are settled.

Jude: Of course there will be consequences for failing to pay your debts. If your debts are too much for you, you’ll pay for them even if you have to cough up blood.

Jude was sharp and a good speaker; he commanded respect from his business partners, was subjected to envy from his rivals, and his employees admired him.

Meanwhile…

Ellis: Okay, I’ll handle the rest.

Ellis: It’s easy to make mistakes in these documents. Let me know if there’s anything you don’t understand; I’ll teach you and we’ll correct them together.

Ellis was well-liked by others because of his gentle demeanour and thoughtfulness wherever he went.

(The two of them are polar opposites of each other.)

As we went on with our day, it was soon nearly noon on Big Ben.

Jude: You don’t need to come with me to the main office. There’s no knowing what people will say if they see an extra person.

Ellis: Mm, got it.

Kate: Thank you for letting me come along with you today.

Jude: … Heh, I look forward to hearing you say that the next time you come.

(What does that mean…?)

I tilted my head in confusion at his words.

Jude: You brought her, so you clean up after her. This has nothing to do with me.

Ellis: Yeah… I will.

(… Ellis seems to know what he meant.)

Jude walked way without so much as another look at me, and Ellis turned to me.

Ellis: You must be tired. Sorry for dragging you everywhere.

Kate: No, I’m not tired at all! I have lots of stamina because of my previous job as a postwoman.

Ellis: I see, that’s good. … Well then, while we’re here…

Ellis: Can you come with me for a little bit?

I was asked to stay for a while longer, and—

…

(W-Why are we here…!?)

We arrived at the post office I used to work at.

Ellis turned to look back at me when he noticed me hesitating at the entrance.

Ellis: What’s the matter?

(That’s what I really want to ask him right now…)

Kate: I know a lot of people here because this used to be my workplace… is it really okay for me to have interactions with them before my one month is up?

Ellis: Victor said that there are no restrictions on your activities apart from going outside alone, so I guess this is fine?

I blinked in surprise at his casual response.

(That’s not something I’m in the position to decide… is this REALLY acceptable?)

Ellis: I have some mail to send out. I’ll handle the procedures myself, go ahead and do whatever you want while you wait for me.

Kate: Okay…

Ellis made his way to the counter, leaving me behind at the entrance.

(I wonder what would happen if I asked someone I know for help and leaked classified information…)

I couldn't conceal my confusion at my suspiciously relaxed “surveillance”.

(At least… this means that Ellis trusts me to not do that, I guess?)

(However—)

(If classified information is leaked, they’ll get rid of everyone who knows about it, including myself…)

— “Do we kill her?”

I suddenly remembered those words he said so casually and shook my head in a panic, when…

Coworker with Braids: Kate!?

Kate: Ah.

Coworker with Braids: It really is you, Kate! Everyone, Kate is here!

The other coworkers heard them and immediately gathered around.

Red-Haired Coworker: Kate~ why did you suddenly start working at the palace? What’s going on?

Coworker with Black Eyes: We were so worried about you.

(Even though they’re this worried about me because I suddenly stopped coming to work…)

(I can’t tell them the real reason for my absence. Not now.)

(I don't even know if I’ll come back in one piece after a month.)

(But…)

I pushed my anxiety aside, not wanting to make them worry more.

Kate: I’m doing well. I still don't really understand what's going on because today’s only my first day of work, but I’ll definitely figure it out.

Coworker with Braids: I mean, it’s THE Kate who can turn any complaining customer into a good one; I’m sure you’ll be fine, wherever you are.

Red-Haired Coworker: We were at a loss and felt so lonely after you disappeared so suddenly…

Kate: I’m… really sorry about that. The situation is beyond my control.

Coworker with Braids: I guess you can’t really refuse orders from the palace.

Coworker with Black Eyes: We’ll always have your back, Kate.

Red-Haired Coworker: Hey, take this!

Red-Haired Coworker: We bought these together and wanted to pass them to you if you happened to drop by. Glad we could!

Kate: Eeh… you guys bought this many things?

Various presents were piled up in my arms.

There was a blanket, cookies from my favourite shop… so much that I was afraid I would drop the items if I moved.

Ellis: Let me help you carry them.

Ellis appeared next to me and took over the items.

All my coworkers simultaneously turned their eyes towards Ellis immediately.

Coworker with Braids: Wait a second… who is THIS!? Is he Kate’s boyfriend!?

Red-Haired Coworker: Oh I know him! He’s that scary businessman’s bodyguard!

The situation went into chaos like a hornet’s nest being disturbed.

Coworker with Braids: Kate, you must give us a good explanation of your relationship with this handsome man!

Kate: Uhh… we met at the palace yesterday because of work. We have a purely professional relationship.

Coworker with Braids: Hmm, you two seem way closer than that.

Red-Haired Coworker: So suspicious…!

Kate: Hey… calm down, you guys…

Ellis took over the remaining items in my arms while I tried to calm my coworkers down.

Ellis: I caused quite a commotion… sorry. I’ll wait for you outside.

Kate: Ah… I’m sorry too! I’ll be quick.

Ellis: Take your time :)

I watched as Ellis nodded politely at everyone before leaving the post office.

(I made him worry…)

Coworker with Braids: So you got married before returning to work, huh…

Red-Haired Coworker: Congratulations.

Kate: I’ve been saying, that’s not true…!

…

— In the end, the commotion was resolved when our supervisor said “please, let’s leave it at that”.

I bid my coworkers farewell and stepped outside to meet Ellis who was leaning against a lampost with my gifts in hand, waiting for me.

(He looks like a work of art even from a distance.)

His refined physique and long, slender legs made him stand out.

Kate: Sorry to keep you waiting.

Ellis: Nope, not at all. … You could've stayed to chat more if you liked.

Kate: It’s fine! Umm, about the rude things my coworkers said earlier on…

The jokes about him being my boyfriend when we had a purely professional relationship might have made him uncomfortable.

(I have to make it up to him somehow… ah, I know.)

Kate: There’s a shop nearby that has delicious baguettes. Please let me treat you to something there as an apology.

Ellis: …

Ellis stared hard at me, looking like he just made a realisation.

Ellis: I think I get why you received so many gifts now.

Kate: Huh…?

Carrying the large bag of gifts from my coworkers in his hands, Ellis took a step closer to me…

He leaned in, his face so close to mine that our foreheads almost touched.

Ellis: You don't have to treat me, but I’m curious about your recommendation.

(... Ellis is still a mystery to me.)

However, there was no doubt that his kindness had found its way into my heart.

As proof of that, our conversation during our second meal together went more smoothly compared to the one we had over breakfast—.

…

Kate: Oh… it’s already gotten this late.

It was almost sunset when we left the shop.

Ellis: … We should hurry and return to the castle.

Ellis muttered in a low voice while staring at the streets getting dark.

It was my first time hearing that urgency in his voice, and I realised how overly lighthearted I was being.

(Perhaps he has plans for tonight, and yet I kept him outside for so long.)

Kate: We can save some time if we take the shortcut through this alley.

Using the navigation skills I got from working as a postwoman, I walked into a narrow alley.

Ellis: Ah…

Ellis: … It’ll be okay if we’re together, I guess.

We hurriedly made our way through the dimly lit alley where the sunlight didn't shine, and we were only a little more away from reaching a well-lit street.

Man in Hunting Hat: …

Suddenly, a man appeared and blocked our path. I instinctively tried to pass him by moving to the side, but—

(Huh…?)

The man extended a foot, stopping me from leaving.

I sensed that something was off and turned around to see two more men emerging from behind.

Man in Hunting Hat: You’re Jude Jazza’s woman?

(Jude?)

Kate: No, you’re mistaken… who are you people?

Man in Hunting Hat: We’ll confirm if you’re telling the truth later. Capture her.

The three men drew their knives and attacked.

(Wha- What!?)

Ellis: Kate, hold onto these for a minute.

Kate: Whoa…!

I was handed the bag of gifts from my coworkers in the middle of the chaotic situation and Ellis deflected their leader’s attack with a black dagger.

Ellis: This might get a little scary, but it’ll be over soon.

While I stood there at a loss for words, Ellis did as he said and swiftly knocked the men out.

He only used his dagger to counter their weapons, and relied mainly on his long limbs to handle them.

Ellis: … Done.

Ellis lined the unconscious men along the side of the path and gave each of their heads a light tap like a finishing touch—

Their wrists instantly stuck together, almost like they were in prayer.

Kate: Amazing…! How did you do that?

Ellis: I can bind people’s wrists like this by touching their heads.

(Now I remember…)

— “Cursed people” possess special abilities ordinary people don’t.

I recalled what Roger once said to me.

Kate: I see… so, this is your special ability?

Ellis: Yup. That's right. It’s convenient for such situations when you don’t have rope.

With a satisfied smile, Ellis effortlessly took over the bag of gifts again.

Ellis: Jude tends to get many people holding grudges against him, so he often gets attacked like what just happened.

Ellis: It’s unusual for him to have a woman with him, so those guys must have misunderstood you for his lover.

(Grudges… I see.)

Somehow or other, I realised that this happened because I followed them to work during the day.

(To think being attacked like this has become a routine, working for a trading company must be hard.)

Ellis: … Sorry.

Kate: You don’t have to apologise! Thank you very much for protecting me, Ellis.

Ellis frowned slightly and shook his head.

Ellis: To be honest, I saw this coming. I knew something like this would happen if I brought you outside with us.

Ellis: But… you looked disheartened when I said I was going to work today.

Ellis: I made the selfish decision to take you along. … I’m sorry for that.

(Ellis…)

He said it was selfish of him, but I knew very well that everything he did was for my sake.

(Breakfast, telling me about all the members of Crown, taking me with him to work…)

(Even our trip to the post office could’ve been for me.)

Kate: I was happy throughout the day, so… you really don’t have to apologise.

I smiled to express my appreciation for Ellis’ kindness.

Ellis: … Okay. Glad to hear that.

Ellis lips curled into a warm smile — much like the last ray of sunlight cast by the setting sun…

Maybe it was because of the approaching twilight, but there was a strange troubling feeling that caused a stir in my chest.

…

Upon returning to my room, I opened the bag of gifts from my coworkers.

“We’re concerned about you, Kate”

“Feel free to contact us anytime.”

The kind words in the letter from them made my heart feel warm.

(The only reason why I could receive these from them… was because Ellis took me to the post office.)

The joy I felt at that moment was all thanks to Ellis’ efforts to make me happy.

I’ve stepped foot into a different world.

For one month, there’s no going back to my original daily life—

It felt like he was telling the frightened me that “everything will be alright”.

(I now feel more confident about surviving this one month than I did this morning.)

(All the more so with Ellis by my side.)

— And so, I welcomed the next morning with a renewed sense of determination.

…

Victor: I heard about it, Kate. You were attacked by Jude’s business rivals yesterday?

Kate: Ah, yes. But I remained unharmed, thanks to Ellis.

Victor: That’s a relief to know, but… Miss Kate, if your safety is put at risk before the end of the contract’s one-month term—

Victor: — Crown’s confidential information will also be at risk of being leaked! Am I right to say that?

Ellis: Yeah.

Jude: … I have a bad feeling about this.

Victor responded to Jude’s obviously displeasured tone with a broad smile…

Victor: For that reason, Jude and Ellis, I’d like for both of you to take up the role of Kate’s bodyguards!

(What!?)

Jude: Ah?

Ellis: … Bodyguards? :0

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #ikevil main story #ellis main story #ellis twilight #aikm translation

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tht0nesimp · 1 year

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Yandere Shalnark- Darling

TW: Yandere themes, reader was obtained disgustingly, kidnapping, violence, kinda short, probably only like 1k words, drugging, manipulation, debt, kinda loan-sharks

(fic under cut)

"Bye" you got off of the phone with your landlord, "Shit" you sit on the curb outside of the apartment complex and hide your face in your hands. You sat and listened to the rain for what felt like the rest of your life

The rain was so loud, almost loud enough to block out a pair of quiet footsteps. It was far too late, the second you truly noticed the door hadnt opened was the same second the rag was placed over your face, The night sky blared in your eyes as it blurred and contorted the more you breathed in the sickeningly sweet chemical

You didnt expect to wake up, and certainly not in a dark room which seemed to inhabit just you and likely whatever creepy crawlies were sitting in the corners of these god forsaken walls. You cursed everything, you prayed that your friends and family knew you loved them and every other thing that came to mind

When instead of death, you were met with two men standing infront of you "ill be taking her now, feitan, thank you" you assume the other man just nodded because you were picked up, the man carried you for quite some time before you were dropped, the blindfold stopped you from seeing but you could hear a key jingling before you were picked up once more by the man, who dropped you on a concrete floor "im going to untie you now,ok" you dont have time to answer before the rope around your limbs was sliced quicker than you ask who he was

By the time you stood up and took off the blindfold he was on the other side of the room, sitting on a storage box in the large warehouse "sorry, i cant take you back to my place right now" You quickly back away from him, the door not unlocking as you rattle the door knob "sorry, your gonna need a key for that" The blonde man held up a key before placing it back in his pocket in one liquid motion

"Who are you?" The man seems to have a look of fake betrayal as he gasps "you really dont remember!..You were at a bank we robbed" Your eyes widen as the man "Me and the troupe that is, im Shalnark" your lungs seem to completely give up on you, it would seem so since they were unable to take a breath

"Are you going to hyperventilate?" Shalnark pulls out a small device with wings on the side "Id love to get a video" he gives a sweet smile and points the camera at you while you struggle to breathe on the cold concrete floor

"Whats going on?" A small boy comes out of the dark "Nothing, Kalluto" The boy takes one small glance at your struggling form and flicks his fan at you, A slew of air coming into your lungs as he does, You watch him leave just as quickly as he had entered the strangely tense room

"Thank you?..." you said as he quietly returned to his position elsewhere "Youll get used to it, afterall, youve got a lifetime!" he smiles and seems to be surprised when you perk up "What do you mean?!" His face returns to a near constant smile as he just looks at you like a child throwing a tantrum over something silly "I kidnapped you, i own you now..Youll never leave me" he says it as if its the most childish thing possible

"How did you find me" Shalnark laughs and gives you a glare "I didnt, your debt found me" he gets off of the box and approaches your shaking form, giggling when you tremble as his arm snakes around your shoulder "Your trembling darling! Im gonna bring you out to my..friends" his hand rests on your neck, threatening to squeeze but not quite doing so "If you act up, there will be consequences" his face gets much darker and disturbing than before, but he goes back to just being friendly as his arm returns around your shoulder as he practically carries you into another room "Hello!" he shouts out to the multiple men and women siting around the building "This is Y/N" he says as he drops you on an old couch next to the most muscular man you had ever seen "Nice to meet you" He holds his hand out and gives you a grin that showed his sharp teeth "Dont scare her uvo!" Uvogin just smiles "Just being polite, you dont mind? Right doll?" He turns to look at you once more, shalnark also sends you a look but his is a piercing glare "Well..uhm.." you shrug and the two both seemed to be annoyed at the fakely nonchalant action

Shalnark approaches you and grabs your wrist in almost an unbelievably tight grip, Another man in a black cowl seemed to take notice and smile as shalnark inches ever closer to breaking your wrist, you manage to pull your wrist away and inch away from shalnark. "darling, we'll talk about that later" he whispers in your ear while bending down to your height as you hug your knees and look around the room once more, eventually just keeping your head down

The people in the room spoke, they were so caught up they didnt seem to notice when you slinked away to explore, finding an exit quite quickly as you walk out into the surronding pavement to go down the street. You pause when you read the sign...The nearest town was 20 miles away and you were pretty sure there was just about no one around

You came back to the building and entered once more, noticing commotion in another room. You enter and shalnark practically tackles you "You left, pick your next words very wisely" his smile still remained as he stood above your form "im sorry" the smile fades and he gets off of you "You will be" he practically drags you until your behind closed doors

He pins you down on the ground, kneeling so he was in a position with your arm at his mercy "If i break your arm..you wont be able to leave for a couple weeks.." he debates his choice "if i break a leg..i could keep you here forever" he bites his lip, seeming to think about his desicion

You scream when your arm is pulled, the bone popping and dislocating "I havent even broken it yet!" he laughs as tears stream down your face and onto the floor. He pulls harder and laughs once more when your scream gets louder "Its not that bad! Maybe ill do your leg too~" he coos in your ear as he pulls until he hears a clean snap

He gets up and stretches "That really got me worked up...maybe i can help feitan out!" he smiles and waves goodbye as he goes off to find feitan. Your left with a disgustingly intense pain in your arm, You get on the nearby bed which you assumed was his and clutched your arm

Hours pass, He returns and is suprised to see you still laying down crying "I guess i overestimated you...You are just a civilian after all" he sits down next to you and hands you a bottle of pain relief pills and a gatorade "I stole them from some store nearby" he says it as if its normal as he watches you take the pills "They might make you tired" he looks at you, watching you yawn "Feel free to go to bed, i have to be out tonight" theres a carelessness in his voice as he walks out

You give into sleep, curling up under the thin blankets as the pain dies down

You wake up to shalnark leaning over you, "Your finally awake!" he smiles as the pain from your arm registers. He sits down on the bed next to you and pokes your arm "I went out and stole stuff to make this more...comfortable for you" you nod and look at the bag on the floor and a fuzzy blanket that sat next to it "I really shouldnt give them to you..but im choosing to be nice even after your little escape attempt yesterday" you give him a irritated look "it was not an escape attempt" he gives you a sarcastic glance "Sure it wasnt" he searches through the shopping bag on the floor for a moment

"i dont eat breakfast, but Fei said most people do" he puts a yogurt on the bed and smiles as you pick it up. Your about to eat it but look at him and he seems confused before you speak "did you remember to buy a spoon?" it registers "Nope!, another member might have one though" he walks out before you can ask which

Your forced to get out of bed, trying to not put any pressure on your already aching arm as you try to remember the name of the one who you met yesterday. You found him talking to who you assumed was Feitan with your yogurt in one hand as the other laid strangely against your side "Do either of you know where i can find a spoon" You yawn and stare at them as they point to the bar behind you

You approach the bar and see a couple plastic spoons, you picked one up and began eating as the two men watched you retreat back to the room you had came from and sit back down on the bed. You looked at the bag from this morning, but dont dare look inside as you lay your head down

Sleep envelopes you as you quietly shift, you placed the fluffy blanket over you along with the few thin ones that were on the bed. You would sleep until shalnark appeared again...

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maoxyi · 2 months

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To Let Go (pt 3)

Nami opens her eyes and finds herself at the edge of a forest. She feels the breeze hook itself on her hair as though trying to guide her. She follows the gentle pull and she looks up at the cliffside. There, she sees a little figure standing alone. The child was shaking as they gripped onto something in their arms. Their back was turned to her and they were hunched over. As though they were hiding from something. Instinct washes over her before she can question her whereabouts and she makes her way quickly but silently to the child.

“Hey! Are you alr-“

The words die in her throat when the child turns to look sorrowfully into her own eyes. She’d know that strawhat anywhere. She’d recognise that scar anywhere. She’d know this boy no matter how many lifetimes she’d find herself in. She doesn’t know why she’s in this situation. She doesn’t know how. She doesn’t know how she got here. She was searching for her captain and then…!

She finds herself here. She doesn’t understand why even as she falls to her knees in front of the heartbroken child before her nor does she care. Luffy is luffy and he is her captain and no matter what she will always navigate him out of the darkest storms. Even within his own mind.

“Oh luffy…” Gently. Ever so gently. As soft as she could ever be to a child. “What happened?”

“You… who are you? I don’t know you but… I do… I do as well… I wasn’t here and now I am and now I’m so sad. So, so sad Nami.”

“I know Luffy, I know… what’s made you so sad? I can try to help as best as I can.”

“He died… he’s dead and gone. Someone… Someone I know is alive is dead but even if I know, I'm stuck here. I'm so sad. It hurts so much. He's gone. Right now he's left us. My brother is gone!”

She holds him tighter. She keeps him as close as she can to shield him from even the sunlight that tries to touch him. She knows. She knows where he is right now. She knows why and who. She knows what this time is but she can’t tell him he’s alive because he knows. He knows but not now and… in this moment all she has to do is navigate them home if she can.

“I know little one, I know… it hurts. You feel so full. So full of pain and grief and hurt. The hurt that you’ll never see him again and you feel so broken apart and so empty and…”

She trails off because she starts to cry. Luffy should never have to experience this, no child ever should. But not her captain. Never her captain. The light that illuminates her path to see as far and wide as she can. They were drawn to that light. Saved by it. Clearing the way to the future. She can’t let him be alone and sad ever again.

Never again.

Luffy sniffles and looks up at her.

“Nami… Nami is sad and I don’t like it. You understand but I don’t know how. I don’t know how yet… you’re warm.” He puts his head back on her chest and curls up as he cries.

Warm… and it breaks her heart that she knows what he’ll go through.

“I’m here for you. I’ll be warm and I’ll keep you safe.”

“Nami, I want to stay here and sleep. I want… stay here with me? Stay and be safe with me? We can stay with Dandan and the bandits and Makino and Ace…! I…!”

“We…we must go luffy. Our crew will be lost without us.”

Luffy looks up again and tilts his head, sad, sad eyes peering deep into hers.

“But… but I’m not whole Nami. I can’t do it.”

“You have me. You have me to keep you whole. I’ll keep you whole and so will the rest of our crew.”

“But… but you… you can lead without me Nami. Nami can tell them where to go while I stay here. I’ll stay here.”

“No. No, I won't leave without you.”

“They need you. Nami is needed.”

Nami blinks. He’s a child, she thinks.

“And so is Luffy.”

“No. I want to stay.”

“They need you to lead. But if you do stay, then I will stay with you. Right here.”

“Wh-“

“But fair warning, if we stay, you will owe me so much money. Your debt will grow.”

She pouts at him in fake anger and he laughs. He laughs through the tears that won’t stop no matter how he feels. Because this is a vulnerable, broken child. A child who makes a promise to live. One that hurts him in the end.

“Nami is mean!”

“I’m your navigator. And no matter how many years we stay here, I will always navigate us back out. Whenever you’re ready to come with me.”

He tightens his hold on her. Luffy's head rests against her shoulder.

“I don’t know where we have to go. I don’t know how but… I miss you Nami. I miss home. I want… I want to be the freest and I want to live. I want… I want to be the pirate king.”

There's a twinge of joy and relief at the words, like this was the first time she's ever heard them. In a way, she guesses it is.

“Of course you do. You're our captain. Our Luffy.” The conviction and strength in her voice does not waver. Luffy sniffles as he looks up at her through the blur of his tears.

“Nami. I have to.” His eyes shine like her captains always do.

She listens carefully as he talks.

“I want to get stronger! Stronger and stronger. Stronger and stronger.” His little first tightens as much as they can with barely any strength left in him. Only determination. “Stronger and stronger. And even stronger than that!”

She gives him a watery smile that he can’t see.

“Of course.”

“And then, I’ll be able to protect anything… I won’t have to lose anyone ever again!”

“Of course you will. You’ll have us by your side too.”

“So please… Nami…” he looks into her eyes and she sees Ace looking back from within them and… oh. This is… this is… “Please don’t die!”

She takes a deep shaking breath.

“I can’t… I can't promise I won’t die. I can’t say that but I can promise, I can swear to you luffy, that no matter what we will live. I will navigate us out of all the dangers. I will help keep us safe. We will be free. We will definitely live without regrets.” The fire burns behind her eyes. She will fulfil this promise no matter what it takes. He blinks, slow.

“… that’s what he said to me you know. You’re just like him.”

And that struck her heart more than she would admit it would. Tore it up and built it back. Just like when… when she… right before Arlong…

Small, chubby hands on her face make her blink. She looks at him. The tears are constant. They flow like a waterfall in their infinity.

“Nami promises. If Nami promises, then I know it will be ok. I trust you.” He snuggles close to her again, like a puppy searching for the warmth of his mother. Her heart pinches. “Can we go home?” He asks her an innocent question on the surface but held with so much weight and trust. She grins and she stands with him safely in her arms.

“Of course we can Luffy. You have nothing to worry about as long as I’m here.” He points to the forest and she walks. She smiles at the little ray of sunlight that decided to stay with them and she knows she’d follow him anywhere and he her. The unwavering trust between a navigator and a captain, as it should be. She feels before she sees the blinding light as she walks and she uses her body to shield the tired little bundle in her arms. When she leans away, for the briefest of moments, she thinks she sees a freckled face run past.

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kjack89 · 8 months

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Oceans Apart

Watched Ocean's 11 last night for the umpteenth time and this popped into my head as I watched the scene where Danny and Tess reunite.

Should probably be part of something larger but like. Context? What context? I don't know her.

Modern AU, E/R, post-breakup. Angst because it's been too fucking long.

Enjolras peered through the windows of the tiny, nondescript restaurant, his heart doing double time in his chest as he saw the back of the man he was looking for. He’d know the hunch of those shoulders anywhere, the way the man’s shirt stretched across a deceptively well-muscled back. Once upon a time, he’d known every inch of the skin beneath that shirt.

But that was years ago. Now…

Now, he straightened, pushed the door to the restaurant open and walked inside like he was supposed to be there, skirting the hostess stand and making a beeline to the man in question, hesitating for only a moment before reaching out to lightly rest a hand on the man’s shoulder.

Grantaire froze before slowly reaching up to cover Enjolras’s hand with his own, and then—

“Fuck,” Enjolras swore, as Grantaire gripped and then twisted his fingers.

Violently.

Grantaire let go without doing any lasting damage, and Enjolras cradled his hand against his chest for a moment, his pride far more wounded than the hand. “Hello to you, too,” he grumbled, even as he drank Grantaire in with eager eyes.

It had been far, far too long.

But Grantaire wasn’t amused. “What are you doing here?” he said, in lieu of a greeting.

Enjolras jerked a shrug, flexing his fingers to make sure they all still worked before dropping his hand to his side. “I got out.”

“You got out,” Grantaire repeated, something incredulous in the three words.

“Of prison,” Enjolras supplied helpfully. “You remember, the day I went for beer and never came back. You must have noticed.”

“You don’t drink,” Grantaire said shortly, followed by an exasperated, “Don’t sit—”

But it was too late, as Enjolras sat down across from him. Almost as if on cue, a waiter appeared at the tableside, looking at them expectantly. “Can I get anything for your…”

He trailed off. “Husband,” Enjolras supplied.

“Ex,” Grantaire corrected. “Or didn’t you get the papers?”

The waiter glanced between them, eyes wide. “I’ll give you two a moment.”

He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived, and Enjolras gave Grantaire a long, measured look. Despite everything, despite, especially, the acrimony that was rolling off of Grantaire in waves, it really was good to see him.

Even if the feeling was, seemingly, not mutual.

“What are you doing here?” Grantaire repeated.

Enjolras sighed and leaned forward. “They say I paid my debt to society,” he started, but Grantaire snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Funny, I never got a check.”

Enjolras gave him a look. “But I felt I owed you a little bit more than just time served,” he continued, and Grantaire scoffed and looked away. “Hence the drop by.”

Grantaire didn’t quite meet his eyes as he reached out to trace a finger through the condensation on his water glass. “How’d you even get parole anyway?” he asked, deliberately casual. “I’d’ve thought domestic terrorism would be an automatic life sentence.”

“I wasn’t convicted for domestic terrorism,” Enjolras said.

“Right, just indicted.”

Grantaire gave him a sharp sort of smile that didn’t remotely reach his eyes, and it was Enjolras’s turn to look away. “So you did keep up with my case,” he said, aiming for levity and missing by a mile. “I wasn’t sure, considering…”

Grantaire jerked a shrug, his smile disappearing. “Well, I did try to visit you once. Turns out I wasn’t included on your approved visitors list.” Enjolras winced, but Grantaire didn’t let him interrupt. “You know, I always told you that you needed to work on your communication in our marriage, but that one I heard loud and clear.”

“That wasn’t—” Enjolras broke off, not sure where to even start explaining why he hadn’t wanted Grantaire to visit him without explaining the rest. He huffed a dry chuckle, running a hand across his mouth before telling Grantaire, a little wryly, “You don't know how many times I played this conversation out in my head the last five years.”

Grantaire just arched an eyebrow. “Did it always go this poorly?” he asked coolly.

“Yes.”

That sharp smile was back, twitching at the corners of Grantaire’s mouth. “Sounds frustrating.”

“You were never easy,” Enjolras told him, honestly. “You were always worth it.” Again Grantaire’s smile disappeared, and for just a moment, he looked—

He looked as heartbroken as Enjolras had never in a million years wanted him to be.

Enjolras cleared his throat and looked away. “Okay, I’ll make this quick,” he said, trying to steer back on subject, if only to try to alleviate the pain in his chest when he saw Grantaire looking like that. “I came here because I wanted to explain.”

His attempt working perhaps too well, as Grantaire’s expression instantly hardened. “What explanation could you possibly have that will matter one iota?”

Enjolras wet his lips before telling him, his voice low, “You may not believe me, and given everything, I don’t blame you for that, but I swear, I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

Grantaire stared at him. “Well, for someone who wasn’t trying, you sure as shit pulled it off with aplomb.” He leaned in, his eyes dark. “So by all means, Apollo, tell me, what were you trying to do?”

Enjolras met his glare evenly. “I was trying to protect you.”

“Bullshit.”

Enjolras shook his head. “It’s not. I didn’t want—”

“And did you ever stop to think about what I wanted?” Grantaire interrupted, his eyes flashing. “Because I didn’t want to be protected, not if that’s what you’re calling the last five years of my life. I wanted us to be together.”

“Pretty hard to be together from a jail cell,” Enjolras said flatly. “As the divorce papers you sent pretty clearly demonstrated.”

Grantaire shook his head. “We could’ve figured something out if you had just, I don’t know, involved me literally once—”

“Involving you would have implicated you,” Enjolras said, his voice tense, “and I couldn’t let that—”

Grantaire barked a laugh, scrubbing his hand across his face. “You think I wasn’t already implicated?” he asked, incredulous. “Tell me, do you think I’m stupid? Or naïve? That I didn’t know what you were doing all that time?”

“I—”

“Because the FBI agents who interrogated me after you were arrested didn’t seem to think so.” Grantaire let that statement sit for a moment before continuing, “We were married. We were living in the same house. Just because I don’t believe in the same Causes you do doesn’t mean I’m a complete moron.”

Enjolras just shook his head. “I never said you were,” he said quietly.

Grantaire’s lip curled. “No, you just decided to cut me out of everything.” He laughed again, dry, humorless. “I mean, hell, I wasn’t even your one phone call when you were arrested.”

He hadn’t been, but it wasn’t because Enjolras hadn’t wanted to call him. But there were multiple moving pieces that needed to fall into place, and— “I didn’t have a choice,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire’s expression didn’t so much as flicker. “You did have a choice, Enjolras. You had a choice, you made it.”

“Fine,” Enjolras snapped, “I made a choice, and I didn’t pick you, and I’m sorry, but that doesn’t mean—”

“It was never about picking me!” Grantaire burst. “Three years of marriage before your arrest and you don’t think I had already figured out where I ranked?”

Enjolras had the sudden realization that everyone in the restaurant was staring at them, so he leaned forward and lowered his voice as he told Grantaire, with every ounce of sincerity he possessed, “And you don’t think I know that if I was in trouble, or in danger, you’d firebomb the fucking Hague to keep me safe?” Grantaire met his eyes evenly, and didn’t bother trying to deny it. “I didn’t want that for you.”

“And all I wanted was to be part of the decision,” Grantaire said tiredly, all of the fight leaving him in an instant, his shoulders slumping in what Enjolras recognized all too well as defeat. “Even if there wasn’t a thing I could say or do to change your mind, I just wanted you to care about me enough to ask.”

With that, he stood, and Enjolras stared up at him. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving,” Grantaire said shortly, grabbing his coat. “You did it, you should recognize the gesture.”

Enjolras scrambled to follow, trailing after him out of the restaurant. “Grantaire, please, I—”

“You what?” Grantaire asked, stopping so suddenly that Enjolras almost ran into him.

“I still love you,” Enjolras said. He said it simply, starkly, hoping the quiet declaration would reinforce that he meant it. It had been all he had come to say tonight, after all, and even if Grantaire didn’t believe anything else, didn’t believe in anything else, Enjolras needed him to believe this. “You think my choice was about me not caring enough to involve you, but how could I possibly involve you? How could I possibly tell you what was going on knowing that you would immediately put yourself at risk, and all because of me?”

Grantaire shook his head, but Enjolras didn’t let him interrupt. “The only way that I could do what I did was by knowing that you were sage. So even if you never forgive me for it, I did what I had to do to protect you.”

For one long moment, Grantaire just stared at him, and Enjolras held his breath, hoping against hope that maybe, somehow, Grantaire might find a way to forgive him, even just a little. But then Grantaire shook his head, reaching up to wipe the tear from his cheek with the heel of his palm. “Yeah. Well. Right back atcha,” he said his voice hoarse. “Goodbye, Enjolras.”

Watching Grantaire walk away from him hurt more than Enjolras could possibly have anticipated, all the more so when he saw Grantaire meet up with a dark-haired man halfway down the block, grabbing his arm and tugging him in the opposite direction.

Enjolras wasn’t sure he’d ever fully understood what heartbreak felt like before that moment.

He was staring so intently that he didn’t even notice as Combeferre joined him, squinting after Grantaire. “Why is Grantaire with him?” he asked.

Enjolras shook his head. “Pretty sure that’s who he’s seeing now,” he said dully.

“No, I get that,” Combeferre said, glancing sideways at him. “I told you this was a fool’s errand from the get, after all. But why is Grantaire with a Serbian arms dealer?”

Enjolras stared at him. “He—” Grantaire’s parting words replayed in his head, and for the first time all evening, for the first time, if he was being entirely honest, since he’d gotten the divorce papers mailed to his jail cell without so much as a note, he felt a spark of something flicker in his chest: hope.

“He’s doing what he has to do to protect me.”

#exr #enjolras #grantaire #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #fanfiction #les miserables #modern au #riffing off of ocean's 11 but this really has nothing to do with that #former relationship #post break up #angst

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my-insanity-is-an-artform · 1 year

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A cut from a fic I’ll never finish:

“Throwback to the time I wished to be dead rather than go through exams!” Reader says, throwing themselves to on the ground with their soup.

“What the fuck are you talking about.” Legend asks.

“Just gotta remind myself that its better to be here than back home.” Reader replies.

“Thats fucked up.” Wild says, straight to the point.

Readers’ head turns. “No its not?” They say, questioningly.

Legend scowls. “It is too.”

“Listen man,” Reader turns back to their food, ignoring the looks of horror from the rest of the chain, “Say what you will, but this is infinitely better than back home.”

Twilight frowns. “You almost died half an hour ago.” He points out.

“And I'm pretty sure my old roommate was planning on killing me and selling my organs to pay off her student loan debt. Also she ate pineapple on pizza which is a whole other level of wrong that I’m not getting involved in.” They place their bowl on the ground. “At least here I won’t lose my only source of money if I sleep in for twenty extra minutes. And I don’t have to pay rent!”

Vaguely horrified looks from the rest of the chain.

“You don’t even have a house here?” From Warriors.

“Yeah!” Reader smiles. “Isn’t it great! Now I don’t have to worry about my landlord breaking into my apartment while I'm sleeping!”

“Your landlord does WHAT.” Twilight stands up, enraged.

“That cannot be legal” Four says, looking horrified.

“It’s allowed on the barest technicality.” Reader explains. “But dont worry! He might have the key to my apartment, but he doesn’t have the key to the six padlocks I added to the door!” All of this said with unnerving cheeriness.

Time places a hand on Twilight’s shoulder, calming him before turning back to Reader.

“He never did anything did he?” He asks. Menacingly.

Reader doesn’t seem to notice the eldests fury.

“Oh he never got the chance. My most recent roommate was a terrifying sight to behold when angry.”

“Was she the one trying to steal your organs?” Wind asks, clearly in morbid fascination.

“No that was my first roomate. Freshman year in college. Weird times.”

The horror had not dissipated.

“What the Fuck.” Hyrule says. “Seriously, what the Fuck.”

“Yeah it sucks pretty bad.” Reader allows. “So you can see why I like it here.”

“We can see it.” Sky says, still looking vaguely terrified. “I just don’t think we want to.”

“Well you asked.” Reader says, shrugging. “Besides, what I have going on now is nothing compared to my early college days. And by early I mean last year.”

“First off, we didn’t ask. Legend did.” This from Wild, drawing an offended ‘Hey!’ from Legend. “Second, what the fuck is wrong with your era.”

“Dont say capitalism.” Reader mutters to themself. “Its true but you shouldn’t say it.”

“What’s capitalism?” From Wild.

Oh Boy.

oh my god I love this so much. Just the absolute disbelief that Reader would prefer death over their own world.

Reader is such a whole mood. The good ol' days of crushing capitalism and living off of noodles. Nothing to see here, don’t worry.

Just imagine them telling the chain this and is promptly stuffed with food and muttered promises of various ideas

Please I need more. Im begging you.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #I love this whole heartedly #this brought back memories of thinking about selling a kidney #and I don’t even live in the educational dystopia that is USA

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aeferkssr · 2 years

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——— THERE, WITH HIM, TOGETHER ———

pairing ;; xiao x reader

warnings ;; none!

notes ;; i have some events to participate in but im not back entirely, for now im gonna have this quick and easy layout. also fluffvember is so real!! thanks a million @maehemthemisfit for hosting this!!

"shh you're gonna wake him up!" a gentle voice could be heard among giggles and chuckles.

"relax, sister bonanus, brother alatus is a heavy sleeper. plus, he isn't the type to get angry with us over such trivial things'' a stronger male voice replied, as he was the one with the brush painting shapes on his comerade's face

"true but…"

"oh, hes waking up!" another femenine voice could be heard as the slumbering yaksha wakes up

the formerly sleeping yaksha stirs awake as he blinks off the fatigue from his afternoon nap. his comrades surround him with amused looks on their faces, none of them daring to speak up.

"oh alatus, you're awake" another voice could be heard that was separated from the group of snickering yakshas.

"[name].." he sighs as his amber eyes catch his lover's.

as his lover comes closer to him, they cant help but pause in their tracks. laughter bubbles up from their chest as they cover their mouth to suppress their laugh.

"dear… you have something on your face" they said between giggles and alatus became curious.

he looks back to the others as they look away from him, suppressing laughter of their own. alatus got up from his resting place to look at his reflection in the river nearby and was not-so pleasantly greeted by the markings that littered his face.

looking back at his companions with pure confusion written on his features as they couldn't hold back their laughter. the quiet place at which general alatus found peace was not as lively as the harbour. his face couldn't help but beam with a cherry-red hue, as he walked over to his significant other to hide his embarrassment in the nape of their neck.

"aww look! he's as red as indarius now!" the four-armed yaksha mused as the less amused pyro yaksha huffed:

"watch your words, brother, for it was your idea to paint his face in the first place"

hearing this, alatus' face swiftly rose from your neck. if looks could kill, bosacius would be long dead. the anemo yaksha slowly walked towards the electro, weapon in hand as he weaved it between his fingers while the other steadily walked away from him.

"woah woah woah, easy there, brother. it was just a prank! you know, a joke?" he tried to calm down alatus as his movements quickened causing the targeted yaksha to run for dear life.

you and the other yaksha's laughed as alatus and bosacius ran around, the former with the intention to catch (but not harm) the former.

a few hours have passed as you finally got the time to wipe off the remaining paint off of your lover's face. his face rested, as he let you use a damp cloth to remove the markings.

"[name],"

"yes, my love"

"...remind me to never let my guard down again." alatus sighed as he slouched slightly.

finally getting all of the paint off his face. you place the cloth down and hold his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks a little.

"you need to rest sometimes, alatus, having your guard now while sleeping is a sign of sufficient rest" you kiss his forehead as you continue to reassure him, then both his cheeks, his nose (which he scrunched up his face in result) and then finally a chaste kiss on his lips.

he chases you for a longer kiss as you relish in your lover's presence. finally pulling apart, you rest your forehead against his basking in his natural warmth as he wraps his arms around your waist.

Though memories as sweet as these, he can always look back and you'll be there, with him, together.

— — —

The karmic debt was too much to handle, he screamed as he could feel the overbearing grief and guilt wash over him, almost enveloping him whole. Menogias and bonanus seem to be at war, indarius has succumbed to the same madness as alatus and bocasius cannot be sensed by the letter. as alatus decent of madness he wonders, was this the fall of the adepti? has all of his work to serve rex lapis come to an abrupt close as his struggles remained in vain.

As he was about to accept this, a soft melody played in the far distance. It was a soothing song that alatus has never heard before, that cleared his mind from his upcoming doom the sound was akin to the qingxin flowers that would sway in the breeze on mountain tops, like the petals being carried away by the wind so too did his consciousness sway. before he completely passed out he heard a voice:

“you're safe now, alatus”

He didn't know how much time had passed when he woke up, maybe a few days or even up to a week. His body felt utterly spent as he struggled to sit up on the bed he was laying on. looking around the room he saw you, sat on a stool on the foot of his bed, your head in your hands as you seemed to be asleep.

alatus huffed as he saw you, leaning over to move your stray hair from your face. As he moved closer he could hear you whine in your sleep, your eyebrows furrowing as you mumbled out “alatus.”

finally reaching your figure, he flicked the straw hair out of your face as he caressed your cheek. although unconscious, the familiar touch calmed your sleeping body and formed a small smile. You were there with him even at his lowest, when he needed you the most you did nothing but comfort him and made dear ol’ alatus feel loved. Through the good times and bad, you will always be there, with him, together

— — —

“these two lovers were not bound by the limitations of time. It was truly ‘till death do them part. Their story was told through every medium of expression, from the exciting works of playwrights, to beautiful pieces of art. the first lover has been through it all, his heart hardened by the world but he can find refuge that makes his head swirl. This fuzzy feeling of love he was no stranger to, since he was experiencing it for millennia but since it was with them he wanted to feel it forever…”

You two listened to iron-tongued tian from the rooftop of third round knockout. You were quite interested to see how mortals interpreted your relationship with the now called vigilant yaksha nowadays, so you came to liyue harbour with your lover to hear their stories.

“So what do you think xiao, do you think ithe story accurate enough?” you ask your lover as you lean your head onto his shoulder. The adepti meerly scoffed as he replied:

“Mere mortal words cannot express how much we hav ebeen through together. No mater how flamboyant”

“Oh so you like the story!”

“thats not what i said!” he rebuts, feigning anger. You laugh at him as you place kiss at hi cheek. Xiao hums as he leans into you more, pressing a chaste kiss on the top of your head in return. You two gaze at the liyue night sky as you listen to more of the story-teller’s tales.

You were together for everything, through sweet and sour moments. While working under rex lapis and even throughout the archon war and beyond. The tale of your love is even being told among story-tellers across teyvat. Despite all of these events,you have always been with him and he has always been with you, the both of you, together, forever.

#fluffvember #fluffvember 2022 #idolteyvat #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #xiao genshin impact #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #xiao fluff #xiao x reader fluff #✎ fiction˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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blancetude · 2 years

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Sugar (Too) Sweet

Mafia!Childe x Brat!Female!Reader

ANON REQUESTED PART 2

➢ 18+ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ

➢𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: never in a million years did you expect to run into the man who haunted your dreams again.

➢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: mafia!au, modern!au, smut

➢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: fingering, oral (F receiving), semi public sex, turned slight dub-con, slight yandere childe

➢𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.1k

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➢𝕸𝖆𝖘s𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Part 01

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The next morning was a blur for you.

After waking up in the (thankfully) room you got dressed and fled the scene in record time, catching a cab back to your side of town to your little apartment in the large city.

You washed off any memory of last night, flushing a deep red as you inspected the hand sized bruises on your hips, trying so so hard not to think of those ocean eyes and cherry lips against your heated skin.

It was just a moment of weakness, you’ll never see him again.

You still had that important exam that put you in that situation last night and you were positive Professor Ningguang wouldn’t allow a re-test so you ignored the wobble in your legs and set off to school.

Thankfully you’d made it just in time, Ningguang gave you a curious look as you half stumbled to your seat, wincing slightly at the ache but it was smooth sailing.

You silently cheered yourself on as you took your finished test over to the white-haired woman’s desk, placing it down with relief.

Ningguang looked up from her laptop, a graceful smile appearing on her red lips as she slid the test over to her side.

Your eyes couldn’t help but linger a bit on her long fingers wondering how they would feel like in your own.

A small cough broke you from your embarrassing thoughts, you quickly shook your head and apologized to your Professor who simple gave a playful sigh and swirled a pencil in her right hand.

“I’m sorry Professor! What were you saying?”

“I asked if you were okay. You’re usually the first one to finish any exams I assign but this time it seems like you took your time staring at your sheet. Is everything okay?”

Your heart squeezed at her concern. Ningguang was a stern teacher but she had a soft spot for you, always making sure you were healthy mentally and physically. You were her top student after all.

“Y-Yes! I’m totally okay! I guess I just stayed up too late studying last night haha…”

You wanted to punch that stupid ginger in the nose for making it hard to think of anything but his skilled lips and– other body parts.

Ningguang didn’t look all convinced but she let it slide regardless, placing your test in the pile beside her and returning back to her laptop.

“Just make sure you take care of yourself okay?”

You bowed in gratitude, only to jump when the door to the classroom was slammed wide open, revealing a panting Hu Tao who looked like she’d just run a mile.

“(Y/n)!” She cried, rushing to your side. “I finally found you! There’s a scary but hot looking guy in front of the school asking about you! Are you in trouble? What did you get yourself into this time?”

Your blood ran cold at the vague but on the money description your friend gave you.

“O-Oh! It must be my friend! I told him not to come here, I’ll have to scold him!” You forcefully laughed when Ningguang stood from her seat, looking every bit protective.

“It’s okay Professor, I’ll be going now, thank you for your concern!” You left no room for argument as you hooked your arm with Hu Tao’s and pulled her out of the large room to the front of the school where the rest of your friends and some other students stood watching the display of scary looking men in black suits surrounding the same man who almost broke your spine.

“Are those gangsters?”

“Maybe (y/n) is in debt.”

“She’s in a gang too?”

You clenched your teeth at the mummers surrounding you, walking past the growing crowd up to the tall men shielding Childe.

“Ah! There you are (Y/n)!”

A chorus of more whispers traveled around you as Childe waved the men away and took you into his arms, squeezing you tight.

Sure he was scary last night but now he looked like a puppy waiting for his owner to tell him how good he was for waiting.

You would laugh if half the school wasn’t witness to this madness.

You were quick to push him away, looking around to see a girl holding her phone up as if to take a picture.

“What are you doing?!” You whisper-yelled, poking your index finger into the man’s chest with force. “How did you find me and how do you know my name?”

Childe grinned smugly and dug into his suit pocket, holding up your school ID between two slim fingers.

“You really should double check your belongings before you rush outta my place. In fact I’m surprised you made it out as quickly as you did, especially after how hard you worked those hips last night.”

This time you really did punch his shoulder, once for his obnoxiously loud comment and another for being stupidly handsome.

“Come on.” Was all you supplied before taking his wrist and pulling him down the hallway into an empty lecture room.

You didn’t trust his mouth to not embarrass you further and he was too flashy. Anyone with eyes could tell that he was someone of importance. Well if his designer clothes and mob of goons at the front didn’t already spell that out.

“My my, if you wanted me that bad I could have taken you back to my place.” Childe laughed as he looked around the room before pulling you against his chest as he sat against a desk. “Though I won’t complain, I’ve always wanted to fuck in classroom.”

Your jaw dropped at his bold words, hands rested on his shoulders that you now had the urge to wrap around his throat to silence him permanently.

“So you really came all the way over here so I could climb on your dick? No flowers? Chocolates maybe?”

As much as you wanted to slap that smug smirk off his beautiful face, you had to admit that all the attention was exciting.

You’d lived a very uneventful and boring life buried under books always being the good girl but now here you had an actual Mob Boss looking for you like a lost puppy, what jackpot you hit.

Childe laughed again, his hands trailing down lower till his large palms cupped your ass, giving the plump flesh a generous squeeze making you bite your bottom lip.

“I don’t know, that’s a high price for someone who caused me a great loss.”

Shit, how could you forget that?

If you wanted to get out of this you had to turn up your charm and seduce the man much like he had done the night before.

Your arms moved up to snake around his neck as you pressed your body fully against his own firm one and you fluttered your pretty lashes at him.

“You’re still mad about that? I said I was sorry didn’t I? Or should I remind you?” You leaned up till your lips just barely brushed against his own with each word you spoke, forcing his eyes to hood in a daze.

“I’m a good girl, please forgive me Sir.” You pouted, one of your hands playing with his red curls.

“Little brat, you know how to talk your way out of things don’t you?” Childe cursed before closing the distance between your lips, kissing you deep and slow as if savoring the sweetness of your lips.

You moaned against him, not expecting the man to take his time to push you flat against the desk and undress you down till you were completely bare.

His kisses moved down to trace your jawline to your neck, remembering your sensitive areas, latching on and sucking till fresh bruises blossomed against your flushed skin.

“You’re not going to run away after this are you princess?” He mumbled as one hand moved down to press between your thighs, two thick fingers sliding between your already wet folds collecting your essence before tracing lazy circles against your clit.

“I’ve got you in the palm of my hand now, you’re mine until I let you go, but I don’t think I can.”

He trailed his kisses down the valley between your breasts until he came face to face with your glistening cunt.

“Especially when I haven’t tasted this cute little jewel yet.” Without another second wasted he dove in, swirling his tongue and slurping lewdly like a man starved.

Your hands shot down to tangle in his mess of curls, accidentally pulling harshly when he wrapped his lips against your throbbing clit and sucked.

The cry that left your lips didn’t seem like your own, the man’s lips forcing out noises you’d be too ashamed to let out of you.

“Are you close princess? Ready to make a mess of yourself already?” He teased as he pulled away, his fingers focusing fully on your clit as the knot in your belly tightened and tightened till your eyes rolled back and another loud scream ripped through your throat without warning.

The wet squelch that followed as Childe collected your release and slide a finger into your entrance was enough to break you out of your dizzy fog.

“W-Wait I’m still se-sensitive!” You whimpered, your hips unwillingly pushing down against his fingers as he pushed two more in despite your release.

“Shh, you said you were a good girl or were you being naughty again? Should I punish this pretty little pussy?” He emphasized his words with a thrust of his fingers, the pads pressed against your g-spot painfully.

“No! No, fuck! Please I’m sorry!” You gasped, reaching for his wrist in a weak attempt to pull his hands away as another orgasm was approaching too quickly.

“You’re sorry, what?” He hummed playfully, watching you with those dark eyes again.

You gulped down your pride and weakly parted your swollen lips. “I’m sorry… Sir.”

Childe smiled warmly down at you. “Good girl, you’re a fast learner.”

He resumed his assault on your poor sore cunt, trying to draw out as many orgasms as your body would allow, determined to drive his point home.

“Sir, please no more, I need you now! Sir I promise I won’t run!” You wailed, hoping he’d have mercy and finally give you what you knew you both needed.

Before the red-head could tease you any longer, the sound of heels coming straight for the classroom echoed outside the door.

The door you forgot to lock.

“(Y/n)?” Professor Ningguang called out in the distance, concern laced in her usual suave tone. “You left your bag in my class. Hello? (Y/n)?”

Your eyes widened in horror as you watched the door, your heart hammering loudly in your ears as you prayed to every god out there that she wouldn’t open the door.

You’d almost forgotten the situation you were in if Childe hadn’t lifted your thighs up to wrap around his hips, his fingers now drilling straight into your g-spot forcing your muscles to tense tightly.

“Who’s this? Someone you know? Your girlfriend?” He chuckled as tears began to well up in your eyes at the possibility of your favorite Professor seeing you in such a position.

“Stop, pl-ah… please!”

Childe felt his cock twitch in his pants. You were a mouthy brat before but the added fear and lust in your eyes was enough for his composure to crack.

“Oh, do you like this person?” He mused with a glint in his eyes.

You shook your head as your blood ran cold, knowing fully that this bastard was thinking. “No! Shut up!”

Childe laughed and pulled his fingers out, lifting you up so you sat facing the door as he stood behind you, forcing your thighs wide open and exposed.

You took the chance to cover your most vulnerable area with your hands only to have the man place his own larger ones above them, his fingers forcing your own to push into your messy cunt as if leading you.

You tried to fight against him but your mind was too pumped with adrenaline and the fog of pleasure made it hard to think of anything but the way he guided you to finger yourself like some toy.

“Let’s give your little girlfriend a show Hm? Maybe if you’re good enough she’ll join. Would you like that baby?” He whispered hotly into your ear as tears now trailed freely down your cheeks caused but the shame of it all.

You could possibly be caught by someone you looked up to and all you could think about was the orgasm that was seconds away from tearing you apart.

“Let go princess, show her how beautiful you.” He kissed your cheek, his last words finally tipping you over the edge as your body trembling back against his own, your release gushing out between your and Childe’s fingers onto the desk and your thighs.

You hiccuped softly as you fell back against the man allowing him to take you into his protective arms and shield you from sight as the door slowly opened.

#genshin impact #reader insert #genshin x you #female reader #genshin smut #ajax smut #anon request #childe #yandere childe #dubcon

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Hidden Memories

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 572

Summary: Whilst unpacking boxes, Ethan discovers more about Victoria’s past

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

For @choiceschallenge-may2023 “stuffed animals”

Ethan didn’t know Victoria could have so much stuff. Nevertheless, he was excited she was finally moving in with him.

Belongings of Victoria’s had already made their way into their apartment. Various pieces of clothing and a toothbrush were already there, now Victoria had everything she needed, ready to start a new life with Ethan.

“I’m sorry I have so much stuff.” Victoria laughed as she unpacked a box labelled ‘bedroom’.

“If I didn’t love you so much I would complain.” Ethan replied.

“I know you’re complaining internally.” Victoria giggled placing stuff in the wardrobe.

“Whatever gave that away?” Ethan laughed.

“I do have too many clothes. They’re not all going to fit in your wardrobe.” Victoria huffed, hands on hips.

“Our wardrobe. Don’t forget that.” Ethan smiled wrapping his arms around Victoria. “There’s enough space under the bed for now. I’ll make sure you have enough space one day.”

Victoria smiled up at him. “One day. And what will that consist of Mr Ramsey?” She said.

“When we have a place that we can both call home then I will make sure you have a space for all your clothes with a walk in wardrobe.” Ethan replied.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking towards the future. For the time being, they would live in his apartment, Ethan was adamant he would pay the rent. He remembered what it was like having a Med school debt. Victoria insisted she contributed somehow so they went half and half on the bills.

But one day, they would have a place of their own. A home for the rest of their lives.

“That sounds amazing.” Victoria smiled pressing a kiss to his cheek. She went back to unpacking the bedroom box. “Oh I put this in the wrong box.” Victoria laughed, pulling out some cutlery. “That must’ve been one of the gang. I’ll go put it in the kitchen.” She headed out the bedroom.

Ethan continued to unpack the boxes. There wasn’t much left. As he reached then bottom of the box he noticed some stuffed toys. He took them out, staring at them.

One was a brown teddy, the other was a pink one. Ethan figured these were Victoria’s stuffed childhood toys. He smiled at the thought of baby Victoria cuddling her childhood teddies.

“My cutlery has brightened up your kitchen! I knew I would add some- oh!” Victoria stopped in the doorway. “You’ve found my teddies!”

“They were right at the bottom. I didn’t know you had some.” Ethan replied.

Victoria smiled sheepishly. “Some may think it’s childish. But I don’t. It reminds me of New York. And I’ve had these two since I was a baby. Mom and Dad got them when they were expecting me.”

“That’s really sweet. Where are you going to put them?” Ethan asked.

Victoria looked around the room. “Normally I kept them on my bed but now I’m sharing a bed with someone I think they should be kept out of the way.”

Ethan placed the teddies on Victoria’s side of the bed. “That looks good. I’m fine with you having them. I think even as adults we can all take comfort in a childhood teddy.” He smiled.

Victoria pulled him into a hug. “Thank you. But warning now. We take up a lot of bed space.”

Ethan laughed. “I wouldn’t have you any other way. And that goes to the teddies too.”

This was so much fun to write! Victoria loves her stuffed teddies and always took comfort in them when things were tough

Tagging in reblog

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey x victoria clarke #ethan x victoria #playchoices #prompts #fluff #choices monthly challenge #choices challenge may 2023

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