#ALSO ALSO i always wonder like... even if you pull off a heist and get all that money.... WHAT DO U DO WITH IT LMAO

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hi!! i literally love ur atsv works(also the fact that you're a shifter too,,,like you're giving me so much content for my scripts <33). anyways, i was wondering if i could request an e42!miles x a felicia hardy/black cat variant(name doesn't have to by felicia hardy ofc) who's like a top art thief or something and prowler!miles meets them for the first time in the middle of a heist ?

I only watch the movies & am not really into the comics, so I don't really have an idea on the full character of felicia other than that she's a flirty cat burglar. So go wild on how you'd perceive her in earth42!

thanks!!

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(Hello! lmao, shifting is amazing and these help my scripts and motivation also, lol. So sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy!)

Felicia Hardy!Reader

You and Miles would have a certain dynamic

Like you guys would sorta be rivals, who could pull of better heists, missions, who gets caught least and who can go undetected and be the stealthiest

Shit like that is a competition to you two

Especially when you guys didn't even know each other

Miles heard about you on the news one day, and it seemed people thought you were pulling off better heists than the Prowler

Miles couldn't have that, no sir

So, he pulled off a bigger one, and this, rivalry began behind the masks

It was sorta entertaining, seeing how you never interacted but seemingly were so competitive

Miles was actually impressed on how you pulled off your stunts and heists

Especially if you hit somewhere big and got a lot of shit on the making

He never knew your plan, you never seemed to go somewhere personal or have connections to there

It seemed you just hit where you want and grabbed whatever was in your way

I think you guys could be great ass partners

And Miles was shocked to see that even Uncle Aaron thought so

Uncle Aaron thought you would be a good asset or you would be a good person to have to work with, not against

Miles was stubborn, of course, and don't wanna admit that he was right

Until he actually met you and came face to face with you

And not gonna lie, Miles was pretty much just staring at you

You seemed to pop up out of nowhere, just sitting on a rooftop as he busy out the door

He didn't even notice you for a minute, he was trying to flee from the cops that showed up and to be honest they got him pretty good on the side before he got to the roof

You actually reminded Miles of a black cat when he first saw you, which held true to the name people around the city gave you

You didn't help Miles out off the roof really, just wanting to see him in person to see if he held up to his name

He did, you got your answer and left with a smile

Miles couldn't help but watch you go before he had to leave himself

He told Uncle Aaron about the whole thing and his uncle laughed at him

Soon after, it seemed like you always were you the same place Miles was

Even if it wasn't a heist, even on his apartment buildings roof

He couldn't tell you were coming, or the amount of times you sat in the dark and watched as he had no idea

You have a habit or watching and sneaking up on him so much he's now looking over his shoulder

But after you guys get past that, you guys actually make a pretty good duo

Maybe crime fighting, maybe regular teens

Miles was not prepared on how flirt you wer

Sure he was shocked at how stealth and smart, but nothing could compare him for the amount of nicknames, and whispering you did to him

Or the fact you were so shameless about it all

He never got flustered, but somehow you always did that to him

He did it a fair amount back, but catch him of caught and babe it's so fun

I have nothing else so here's how you first met:

"Shit…" Miles cursed under his breath, holding his side as he stumbled out onto the roof, leaning his back against the wall.

He could hear police yelling to each other, the dogs barking as they tried to sniff him out.

Miles knew he wasn't about to be caught, he just worried on how he would get out of this without being spotted and followed back home.

Miles grimaced, hissing under his breath as he pushed off the wall, almost stumbling as he walked off to peer over the side of the roof.

Miles cringed at how many police cars say around the building, all ready for him to walk out. Like hell he would.

"Running outta luck?"

Miles almost jumped, turning around quickly in the dark. It took a moment before his eyes settled, finding a figure laying on their back, just above the roof where the door was.

You laid with your arms crossed under your head, turning slightly to look at him, almost amused and with a cat-like smile.

"How long have you been watching me?" Miles glared, but in his mind almost surprised, and impressed, at how long you sat there without him knowing.

You hummed, still smiling as you sat back up, throwing your legs over the edge.

"Since- like, May?" You offered, leaning onto your arm, throwing your head back to think.

Miles looked at you, half surprised and half shocked, trying to form what an actual sentence would mean before your eyes lit up.

You laughed at yourself quietly, knowing that's not what he meant, but loving the look of utter shock on his face.

"Yeah, sorry. Be more specific next time, sweetheart." You shook your head, hopping down from the small platform.

Miles could almost back up, but had nowhere to go, instead standing and watching silently through his mask as you walked towards him.

Your steps were quiet, calculated and almost careful, like a cat as you hummed, a look on your face he couldn't describe as you circled him.

You were looking over his suit, running your fingers on his suit, nodding to yourself as you felt the material.

Something about you made Miles unable to pull away, instead lifting his arm to give you more space as you ran your fingers around his body, stopping in front of him.

Miles was able to see the small smirk on your face, standing in front of him with your hand on the Prowler mark on his suit.

"So, how is the Prowler is stuck on a rooftop with cops around?" You laughed, looking up at him with the same smile.

"Not stuck." Miles denied, not looking away from you as you leaned in, getting a closer look at his mask.

"Oh, then poor you." You mocked, thumbing over his mask, as he surprisingly, didn't say anything about it.

"Why are you here?" Miles finally asked, getting another small laugh from you as you glanced into his eyes.

"Wanted to see if you were the real deal." You shrugged, your face close to his.

"Got what you wanted?" Miles asked, his voice cool and calm, sorta distorted through the mask, but watching perfectly as your hand slipped down.

You looked back into his eyes through the mask, studying almost carefully before you hummed, stepping back.

"Yup. Certainly." You laughed, standing on the edge as you held up a bag. One of the bags Miles had robbed.

Miles patted around his body, feeling one missing from his pockets, looking up to see you with a hand on your hip, holding it out teasingly.

Though it was Miles, he couldn't find it to reach out and take it, instead watching your proud smirk.

"Seems you were too distracted to know." You teased before Miles could say anything else, tucking the bag into your pockets.

"See ya around, Miles."

And with a final wink, you stepped off the ledge, leaving a stunned Miles in your wake.

"Hey- wait!" Miles yelled out, seeing you disappear as he hurried towards the edge, looking down and being shocked as he saw you nowhere around.

He could hear your laugh echoing around him, the bag missing from his side gone with you.

And, you called him Miles.

You were watching him for a while, for too long, and you knew too much.

Miles couldn't wrap his head around it, shaking his head as he thought over every second you stood in front of him, every moment leading up to this.

And the fact he never knew. Never knew you were there. Never knew you were watching.

Miles couldn't help but chuckle, impressed and shocked, looking around the dark for any sign of you, not that he would find it.

He needed to leave, he knew that, but maybe he could add one more thing to his list of shit to do.

From the way he could still feel your fingertips running along his body, the way you hummed, smiled or laughed, and the way you said his name,

Miles couldn't help but want to see you again

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[swanimagines]

FREDDY CARTER'S CHARACTERS SAY "I LOVE YOU" FOR THE FIRST TIME

the gifs are mine!

PIN

It was after a few months of dating. Pin had invited you to come along on a riding trip to pass time, you had ridden for two hours and stopped by the beach to look at the sunset, cuddling on a blanket and sharing occasional kisses and nuzzles. You laughed at Pin’s jokes and Pin fell silent for a moment. He admired your smile, listened to your laugh - God, if he had a choice at that moment, he would relish in it forever. Then, he said it, louder than he had intended. “I love you.”

Your smile immediately disappeared as you snapped your gaze to Pin, and for a moment he was wondering if he said it too soon, if it would make it awkward. If you would pull away and tell him that you should probably go. But then you broke into a smile too, took a hold of his hand and pressed a tender kiss on his lips. And you whispered against his lips, “I love you too.”

KAZ

Ok a bit longer because he refuses to say it for a long time. You know he loves you but he hasn’t said it. 

You’d been together in a way since you were teenagers, but it took years of him even saying it aloud he thinks of you two being a couple/dating, so the first time he says “I love you”? The boi had barely told you he cares about you in a romantic sense.

It happened quite spontaneously, you had had a fight over you risking your life during a heist, Kaz paced back and forth his office, telling you how reckless you were, how you could have died, how stupid you were when you went solo.

You clenched your fists, taking a step towards Kaz, making him stop pacing. “You never believe in anyone’s else’s judgment but yours, you get mad even if me going solo was a success - which it was! It comes off as entitled and infuriating, and quite frankly, sometimes I wonder if you really love me or if-”

“I do!” he let out, and the second he said it, all color left his face and he staggered back, leaving you stunned, staring at him.

You had definitely not expected that. Kaz Brekker confessing his feelings for you like that.

You both were silent for a moment, before Kaz could even out his breathing. He closed his eyes for a moment. “I do love you,” he repeated, this time quietly. “And that’s exactly why I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

You stared at him for a moment longer, before you took a tiny step forward, lightly grazing the sleeves of his shirt with a small smile. “You won’t lose me.”

TOM

You had helped him escape after he committed the murders at the farm - you had always liked him and even though this “new” Tom scared you to some extent, you still wanted to help him, hiding him away just in case. But after his mum had been sentenced to prison, you were able to live more freely and not hide him every single time you heard sirens approaching.

It took some time, maybe a year. Your relationship had deepened during that time, and you lived together, his name was on the door too. He had moved from your couch to your bed, and you often fell asleep cuddling or after a make out session.

One such night was when it happened. You were making out in your bed, him hovering on top of you.

“I love you,” he suddenly muttered against your lips, and then continued kissing. Your heart had melted on that moment and you returned the sentiment in between kisses.

JASON

Your relationship was basing itself on raw passion and not really real love for a long time. You shared a room and offered each other pleasure whenever either of you needed it, but you were also free to do it with other people. But as time went by, it started shifting into something deeper - something neither of you had really expected. The mornings had begun to start with cuddles rather than just waking up and getting up. He started spending Crowley’s parties near you rather than go dance with other people and snog with them. He started to be visibly jealous if someone was checking you out or flirting with you.

So one night when you were about to go to sleep, changing to your nightwear, you asked him. “Why have you acted so weird lately?”

Jason paused while unbuttoning his shirt, looking over at you with a frown. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged. “You’ve been… different. I don’t know, it's just… our arrangement feels different.”

Jason was quiet for a moment, and then he sighed.

“I’ve been feeling different,” he mumbled, finally taking off his shirt.

“Different how?”

Jason looked at you, clearly contemplating if he should tell you. But then he said it. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you. It isn’t part of our arrangement, but it happened.”

You stared at him for a moment, but then your lips turned into a smirk. “Oh, really? Come here, then. Show me how much you love me.”

It took him a few moments to register what you said, but the next moment, he was already on top of you, kissing you passionately as he slowly undid the buttons of your night shirt, his head dipping to the crook of your neck, pressing more kisses there. You moaned softly as he ran his hands over your body, your fingers tangling into his hair.

After a moment you pulled away slightly, looking into his eyes and caressed his cheek. “Just for the record… I love you too.”

ELLIS

He’s a romantic. He hadn’t even told you about his feelings before he had already been completely and utterly in love with you. So when you agreed to date him, he wanted to sing his heart out to you immediately but instead, he held his deepest feelings inside him for quite a bit.

It really wasn’t before you almost died because of the Catherine-turned-demon. He ran in to hold you, almost crying from joy after you assured him you’re alright and then, he held your face between his hands and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you like never before. After the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours, whispering, “I love you.”

You smiled after hearing it, caressing his sides. “I love you too.”

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[lemontreefantasy]

Sails and Anchors

pairing: captain!hongjoong x barmaid!reader

genre: smut, fluff, angst, pirate!au

wc: 4.3k

warnings: mentions of robbery, knives

Part 1 – Abandon Ship

Every so often captain kim hongjoong would return to land with his crewmates to take a short rest from the treacherous seas. No matter how long or short his visits were, he was sure to find himself at the town’s most popular bar among the fisherfolk, where all the merchants, pirates and fishermen tend to have a drink or two amongst their travels. However, while everyone else’s priorities were fixated on drinking their sorrows away or celebrating their jollies, the captain’s intentions were a little different.

You just so happened to be the owner of said bar, handed down to you from your father after he passed away. Patrons who were rooted in the town knew who you were and what you stood for. Harassment of your barmaids and drunk troublemakers were not tolerated at all as you had your convoys to keep your patrons in check. Word eventually spread and those who spoke of you came to know you as ‘the boss lady’ who managed her bar far better than the government ran this god-forsaken town.

Now, the captain’s reputation hasn’t always been a pure white platter. You heard stories of this ‘pirate king’ and the dangerous heists he and his men had pulled off in the past. Like the wealthy merchants he had robbed and other pirates he held captive but also the time he freed women and children from being held against their will at sea and how he fed his entire home village with the food and wealth he had gathered along his travels. You had to admit, you respected the fact that he could even pull it off under the current ruling of the city as pirates who were caught were known to be jailed for life.

You remember the first night that you met the captain. It was storming the entire day and hardly anyone stopped by the bar that night. You stood behind the wooden counter drying the large beer mugs when you see a man enter the tavern clad in a black uniform. It was well-tailored to suit his frame and he wore a wide black hat which covered his face almost entirely. Mysterious but nothing out of the ordinary from what you usually see on a daily basis. He walked right up the counter where you stood and sat down, removing his hat. You couldn’t help but notice that he was actually quite handsome, unlike the other old, scraggly looking captains who came to the bar.

“A whiskey, please” he said to you.

You fixed his drink and placed it in front of him, “One whiskey for the gentleman in black”

You notice the leather gloves on his hands as he grasped it and shot you a small smile, downing the drink in one go.

“You must be the boss lady?” he asks as you refill his drink

“Perhaps I am. And who are you, might I ask?”

“Kim Hongjoong… or you may know me as the pirate king” he slowly uttered, blinking slowly as he spoke. You could sense how drained he was from his voice.

“Hm, I’ve heard a story or two about you”

“Oh, have you?” his eyebrow raises slightly as he looks at you

“You know, word gets around in a town like this”

You spend the rest of the night discussing his adventures and the truths to the stories you’ve heard about him. He was a charming man. Not only did his gaze capture your attention but he knew how to hold you in a good conversation. It was his first time at your town and all of his connections recommended him to visit your bar. He sought out to find you and that’s exactly what he did. Almost every other night before he left for his voyage, he would stop by, not for a drink, but to see your face. There was a spark between you both but unfortunately, time did not allow for you to grow closer to each other.

Months had passed and you hadn’t seen or heard from the captain. You thought about him quite often and wondered about what adventure he was up to, or whether he was safe and out of danger. Even though the both of you didn’t spend much time together, you did care about the captain. He seemed like a genuine soul and gave you butterflies ever since that first encounter. But that feeling seemed to dwindle as the days went by, as you had your own problems to solve. In the village, things were a bit rough. Living conditions seemed to worsen as the days went by. Food was becoming scarce and there was an attempt to rob your bar, which left you and your barmaids a bit shaken up. The ruling government enforced strict curfews in an attempt to control the villagers and merchant markets were losing business.

It was an eerily quiet Sunday night and the time was a few hours past midnight. You had just closed the bar; doors and windows shut and locked, stools placed on the tables. In the growing silence of the dark, you hear a knock on the main door that made you jump. You questioned whether or not you should entertain guests at this hour, for your safety’s sake. You slowly approached the entrance of the bar and opened the door slightly, while keeping the small door chain hooked in the crevice. Creaking the door slightly open, you hear a familiar voice.

“y/n, are you awake? Hello? Its hongjoong.”

Hongjoong? Did you hear that right? You notice the brim of his hat peeking through the small space in the wooden door.

“Hongjoong is that you?” you asked, quickly opening the door before any of the prison guards spot him. You make eye contact with him, his eyes wide awake. He breaks contact with you to haul a wide, heavy treasure chest into the bar. You look around to make sure nobody sees him and lock the doors once more.

“Come to the back. We shouldn’t be too loud out here.”

You help him lug the chest to the back of the establishment where it was a bit more discreet. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he heaved a heavy breath as he settled on one of the old wooden stools.

“Well, it’s certainly nice to see you again, isn’t it?” you questioned him.

“I’m sorry” he stifled, “sorry to invite myself in like this. I had no idea there was a curfew or anything of the sort until I arrived late tonight. I know you probably have a lot of questions for me.”

“Um, welcome back, I guess? A lot has happened since you left,” you mention as you get him something to drink.

“Food has been pretty scarce and people are taking to the streets to feed their families. The government is lying to us about their rations and creating false images to blame the villagers. Ever since then, things haven’t been the same. I try not to show it but I’m terrified inside. I don’t know what’s going to happen in a few days, much less for a few months. Some thieves barged in the bar a few weeks ago and we were robbed at gunpoint.” You look on at him as hongjoong’s eyes widen and his jaw slackens.

“Are you fucking serious? Are you alright?” He stands up to gently grasp both your arms. “Do you know who they are? If I find them, I swear-

“I’m okay, I don’t know who they are but they didn’t seem like they were interested in hurting anyone. Just needed the money.”

In hongjoong’s mind he somewhat regrets his last voyage, thinking along the lines of if he hadn’t left, he could have offered you some sort of protection from criminal elements. But then he remembered why he came in the first place as his eyes shifted to the giant chest on the floor.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there for you. It took me a while to get back here, if it wasn’t for me getting shipwrecked in the Canary Islands and being held captive for almost 2 weeks in Gibraltar, I probably would have made it sooner.”

Hongjoong stoops down to the chest and begins opening the large padlocks.

“I did bring you some gifts, though” he smiled up at you as he opens the top.

As you look down, you notice gold coins and chalices, jewelry, food, alcohol and clothing. Things you had never even dreamed of seeing in your life, lay right before your eyes. You didn’t know if you should be concerned or grateful, but you couldn’t help but swoon a tiny bit. Did he really bring all of this just for you?

“Where did all this come from?” you ask.

“It just a bit of a ‘collection’ from my travels.”

He smirks at you but you don’t buy it. “Who did you raid this time, hongjoong?” you fold your arms and look down at him.

“Don’t worry about that, princess” he gets up and places a hand on the small of your back, “empty the chest before someone catches us. You don’t want some bastard guards taking away all this, don’t you?”

Princess? You had thousands of men in your shop every single week and out of all of them, this one seemed to make you dumb in the brain, especially when he says it.

You carefully take out the bread, cured meats and fruit from the loot first, packing it away in the kitchen. He had gathered herbal extracts, imported gin, bourbon and wine from the Spanish vineyards which you couldn’t wait to try. You notice boxes of cigars from Dominica which he then explained that you could sell it in the bar for a pretty price.

As for the clothes, you pulled out beautiful embroidered dresses for the hot days and a beautiful red silk sleepwear set.

BANG BANG BANG

There was a long pause. “Bloody hell” you mutter under your breath, “We should go upstairs” you whisper to hongjoong.

You wait and listen for the shuffle of the guards’ footsteps. When you couldn’t hear them any longer you both emptied the remaining contents in a canvas bag and hid the chest in the kitchen under some linens. Grabbing his hand, you drag him upstairs to your quarters where nobody could possibly hear the both of you. It was a small room where you would do your accounting or record inventory numbers at the end of the day. After which, you would sometimes spend the night in the room behind it as it contained a small twin bed and bath area.

“You can stay here tonight, I won’t risk sending you out there,” you say to him as he observes your small work area. You saw that he was a bit hesitant at first as his stance was stiff.

“Are you sure? I can always sneak my way back to the-“

“Absolutely not! If those guards get hold of you at this hour, you’d rot in a prison cell until god knows when.”

“Well at least let me show you the rest of your gifts.” Hongjoong takes the bag and empties the artifacts onto your desk. “From England, a gold chalice taken from a church during one of our night raids,” he says, taking out the cup and placing it on your bookshelf. “A few gold coins that I happened to pickpocket out of an obnoxious merchant in Valenica’s waist pouch and a Fabergé egg which was supposedly stolen from a very wealthy Russian family and somehow ended up in Lisbon?” he chuckles.

You look at the coins, you swear they were worth 200 times more than what he paid for. As for the egg, you had only heard of these through stories told by travellers but it was even more spectacular looking at it on your measly work table. The golden egg was suspended by 3 legs with intricate carvings in between, with a peculiar blue gemstone between each leg. You try to pick it up but the weight almost made it slip out of your grasp if it wasn’t for hongjoong quickly supporting your hands in his. You look up at him, making eye contact with you for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity. Shying away, quickly set the egg down on your table once more and thank him.

“You really didn’t have to bring me all of this”

“I couldn’t come here empty handed, darling” he smiles as he slowly walks toward you.

“Yes, you could… you know I’m always here if you’re in need”

Setting a hand on your hip and another brushing the hair away from your shoulder he whispers in your ear, “But that wouldn’t be good manners now, would it?”

There was a long pause before you snapped out of your daze to respond to him. “I suppose not.”

Breaking contact with him, you paced around the room, tidying up whatever mess of books you had lying around and getting some spare clothing for the captain to sleep in. Luckily you had a few extra changes of clothing in case your ladies or watchmen required it, so you set aside a linen pajama set for him. Meanwhile, hongjoong sat in a green upholstered chair at one corner of the room, reading one of your father’s old Shakespeare books.

“I set aside some clothes for you in the room, you can have a bath and change there. I can sleep out here for the night.”

“Me? Put a lady out of her own bed? I could never do such a thing,” he teases

“Oh relax, I’ve slept here thousands of times” you retort.

“Have it your way princess, but I must warn you I get nightmares sometimes. I might need you to stay with to me.” Winking at you, he disappears into the room as you patiently wait for him.

Fifteen, thirty, forty-five minutes pass as you lay on the couch in your quarters. A wave of slumber washing over you, eyes barely open. You see the captain standing in your midst, his back towards you. It was all a bit fuzzy but you observe him as he began stripping his clothes, layer by layer. Starting with his long black jacket, then his black shirt and vest which exposed his tattooed back and arms. It was certainly a sight to see. You felt your heat throb a little as he turned to face you with a devilish, hungry look in his liner-smudged eyes. Walking to you, step by step, your vision fades as you call out to him, “C-captain?”

You feel a nudge at your back. Slowly opening your eyes, you see hongjoong staring down at you as you were locked in his embrace.

“I was only gone for an hour and you’re calling out for me in your sleep? You’re too sweet, princess. I’m right here.”

His tone was smooth and sweet like honey, dripping from his lips. While you were fast asleep, you realized that he picked you up and put you in your bed. Yet another sweet gesture he’s done for you. You were actually a bit upset that your dream ended but the good thing was that you could have your fun in the real world now.

Gripping his collar, you pulled him in for a steamy kiss. One full of passion and longing, one to fill the void that he left in your heart for the past few months. The only man who gave you butterflies like a teenaged girl, after years of being a lonely, single woman was finally right in front of you in your own bed. You broke the kiss and looked up at him, gently caressing his face. “You don’t know how happy I am to see you again. I don’t care if you came empty-handed or with a ship full of treasure just for me, I’ve missed you so much, I can’t explain it. I was so worried about you. I waited and waited because I knew you would come one day.”

“I tried my best to stay alive for you. Every decision I made, I thought of you,” he whispers in a low tone, “I couldn’t leave you and not return. I know it was a long wait, and for that I am sorry. But I’m here now, don’t worry my love.”

Diving into your neck, the captain offers sweet kisses, slowly inching down into to valley between your breasts. He pulls your dress straps over your shoulders to give him just enough room to pop them out and latch on to your nipple like a newborn baby. Gripping on to his long locks a little too tightly, he lets out a breathy moan that was like music to your ears. Suddenly, you felt a hand snake up your thigh, under your dress. As he sat back on his knees, he drank in the view before him.

“You look so pretty underneath me like this, my darling.”

You feel his eyes roaming over your body from above and shy away from him a bit, trying to cover your bare chest.

“Don’t” he commanded, “I want to see you. All of you.”

You pull him in for another kiss as you feel his hand slip into your undergarments. It was no surprise that you were already soaked from his touch as he gave you exactly what your body was craving these past few months. Carefully positioning his fingers, he entered you and hit that sweet spot that made you go dizzy.

“Captain please-“

He rid himself of the clothes you gave him and climbed on top of you. You could see his aching, rock hard member almost ready to burst. Lining himself up at your entrance, he stroked himself against your slippery folds and inch by inch, he penetrated your walls. You let out somewhat of a short loud scream which triggered hongjoong to lean over you. Diving into your neck, he pushed your knees back and glided himself deep into your cunt. You couldn’t help but clench around him as you enjoyed the feeling of having him like this inside of you. You whimpered into his ear as he abused that golden angle, feeling the knot in your stomach growing larger by the second.

“Fuck me like you miss me, captain”

“Oh, I will darling”

Hongjoong gripped your thighs and started slamming into you relentlessly. It turned you on even more seeing him use you like his personal whore. Soon enough you couldn’t hold it anymore. You gripped onto his arms as you came all over his cock, letting out an ungodly scream. Still twitching under his grasp, you feel his rhythm become unsteady and his legs begin to shake, it was only a matter of time until he spilled his warm seed inside you, letting you know just how good it felt in you ear.

Recovering from your climax, hongjoong cradled you in his arms. He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead and the both of you were out like a light.

~

A bright beam of sunlight peeped through your makeshift curtain which seemingly woke you up from what seemed like the best sleep you ever had in years. Sitting up, you look around and notice that hongjoong was gone. What seemed like the most amazing night of your life, slowly began to sour itself. You weren’t angry or sad, but more so confused. Why did he leave? Did it have to do with last night? Where did he go?

Coming out into your quarters, you see that hongjoong was still not there. However, there was a note addressed to you, conveniently sitting on your work table.

 “My angel y/n,

First of all, I am so sorry to leave like this. If I could spend more time with you, please know that I would. The truth is that I snuck out of my ship to bring you your gifts. I had to return by morning to avoid confrontation with my crew. Sadly, by the time you read this, I would have already left town en route to Portugal. I will be away for about 3 months if everything goes as planned. You have my word that I will come see you again once we return to your hometown.

Please do not despise me. I love you with every fibre of my being. I remember the first time I saw you while I was visiting, it felt like you cast a spell on me. I couldn’t stop looking at you, admiring you. The way you speak, the way you walk, I wanted to talk to you so badly. Luckily my wish was granted one day, and since then I couldn’t stop thinking about you, regardless of where I was in the world. Please remember this when you think of me.

Again, forgive me for not explaining my absence beforehand when you awake. I wish I could have given you one last kiss before my departure but I will survive for you, my love. So that one day we will meet again.

Hongjoong x”

 Your chest burned as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. After months of waiting for his return, he shows up one night, and then disappears from your arms again. Yes, you were hurt because he could have saved you the distress, but you were more upset because of the loneliness that now resided in you. His love was like opium, and you were now in withdrawal.

 ~

The days seemed to drag longer and longer. Nothing brought you happiness anymore. Your workers could sense something was definitely wrong with your demeanor, but no one dared to ask you what was the matter. You tried not to show it but internally you knew that hongjoong was gone and there was no way of telling when he would return, despite what he wrote in his letter. There was an emptiness that nothing you did could satiate. No amount of alcohol, tobacco or food could fill that void.

One afternoon you set out into the market to buy food and supplies. Sundays were quite a busy day with many of the townsfolk running their errands just like you. After visiting the sweet old ladies who sold fresh produce, you made your last stop at the fish market, which was known for being a bit sketchy because of the pirates, thugs and other sea-farers that came out ever so often. You still took the risk because, for one, there was no one else to buy it for you, and secondly, you had nothing to lose. You didn’t care about risking your life for a piece of seafood because quite frankly, you felt like there was  nothing to live for anymore. You walk up to an old, plump man with a white beard and white hair which he seemed to be losing at the crown of his head. He was a friend of your father’s and even though you did not know him well, you felt like you could trust him to not raise his prices on you.

“Five snappers and two pounds of your shrimp please”

“Of course. Scaled and cleaned?”

“Yes please”

You stood patiently at the stall, finally acknowledging the fishy smell of the docks.

“Here you are, miss”

He hands you the goods and you begin your journey home. You decided to take the shortest route home. It was lonely yes, but it was better than walking all the way around the market again. You make a left, then a right. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a man walking not too far behind you. You didn’t want to assume the worst, so you deliberately took a different route which led you back to a more populated area. Unbeknownst to you, the man quickened his pace, grabbed you by your hair and put a knife to your throat.

You dropped your parcels and slowly put your hands up.

“Just take what you want and leave me be”

“Give me your money!” he spat as he jammed the knife closer to you. “You better give me all your fucking money right now or I’ll cut this pretty throat of yours.”

Click.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

There was a nerve-wracking pause which seemed to last for a lifetime. A new, unfamiliar voice had entered the picture. You kept still, waiting for the man to slacken his grip on you, which he slowly did.

“Drop it.”

You hear the weapon fall to the ground behind you. Immediately you pick it up and turn around, pointing it to the unfortunate individual who was caught in your act. That was until you saw your saviour. A handsome, tall man stood with a gun pressed to the back of the thug’s head. He wore a uniform embezzled with pins, chains and badges of some sort. He seemed quite intimidating but you were grateful for him stopping you from being robbed.

“I could have you thrown in jail and let starvation eat you alive or I can let you go… but if I catch you doing this stunt again, I will personally allow the navy to take you out to sea and make you walk the plank so that you are never seen around here ever again… It’s your choice really.”

“P-please sir, I- I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, please spare me; I’m begging!!”

“I’m counting to five. You best get lost now. One.”

By the time he got to two, he was already out of sight. You decide to interject and thank him for saving your ass. You pick up your parcels and wait for him to turn back around to face you.

“Thank you so much. I- I really don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here”

He chuckles and smiles at the ground. “That’s alright. It’s my job.” He takes a few steps closer to you and sticks out his hand for you to shake, looking directly into your eyes.

“My name is Seonghwa, army strategist and marksman… along with some other titles you probably don’t care about. Nice to meet you.”

.

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a/n: took me a while to do this one but I really enjoyed it!! part 2 coming soon (i hope lol). feel free to like and reblog! 

tags: @marvelstan0905​

photos are not mine cr to owners

Part 2 is out now!

#ateez smut #ateez hongjoong #ateez fanfic #ateez seonghwa #ateez x reader #ateez san #ateez yeosang #ateez yunho #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez fluff #ateez angst #hongjoong smut

[tropes-and-tales]

A Bit of Color

December 26:  Quilt/Scrooge - Sunny versus Grumpy (Ray Merrimen x F!reader)

(From the winter prompts found here)

CW:  Angst; Ray is a rude boi; mention of suicide

Word Count:  1828

AN:  Requested by the lovely @bport76​!

Ray would have never chosen you for his crew, but Bosco brought you in when they lost their intel person.  He’s dubious at first—you’re preternaturally chipper, so cheerful and sweet that Ray’s teeth ache after he has to deal with you.  

But Bosco has a good handle on their needs, and you’re an absolute ace at tech.  You can hack anything:  any computer, any phone system.  You can find blueprints and hack a security camera, all with that saccharine attitude that grates against him.

It’s like a Hallmark movie fucked a Care Bear and created you.  You dress in bright colors, usually dresses where the skirt flares out as you skip around the fucking chop shop.  You hum pop songs as you work.  You bake for the guys, cupcakes with rainbow frosting and chocolate chip cookies.  You fuss over the guys too, take on a mother hen role that frays Ray’s nerves.

Hell, you even smell sweet, the scent of vanilla and lavender lingering even long after you leave.

Ray would get rid of you in a heartbeat, but you’re too damned good.  He knows he could look for someone with half of your skills and never find them.

So he puts up with you.  For your stellar hacking skills, he endures your colorful/sweet/manic pixie bullshit with a clenched jaw and a grumble.

-----

You’re also one of those crafty women, always knitting or sewing or painting something.  More than once, Ray and the guys have come back from a heist just to find you sitting there and waiting for them, a piece of knitwork in your lap.

You’re also one of those generous types, which means when the holidays roll around, you become extra insufferable.

You bake.  You make candy.  You can your own jams, jellies, salsas.  You make chili and cornbread, feed the guys when they are working late one night.  Ray grunts when you hand him a bowl, and he calculates how much harder he’ll have to work out the next day to burn off all the fucking calories—

You give them gifts.  Handmade gifts.

For Lavoux, it’s sweaters that you knit.  Three sweaters, matching, for him, his wife, and his daughter.

For Bosco, it’s an elaborately wrapped box of homemade fudges.  Chocolate, peanut butter, rocky road, orange cream.

“You’re trying to make me fat,” Bosco says as he pulls you in for a hug, pulls you off your feet.  “I love ya, girl.”

For Mack, it’s a beer stein that you apparently made yourself, glazed yourself, and fired in a nearby community kiln.  Because why the fuck not, Ray figures.  He wonders if you mined the clay yourself too, just to be extra fucking irritating.

For Ray?  Of course you have a gift for Ray.

It’s a quilt.  At least it’s not super colorful, like Rainbow Brite puked on it—it’s shades of grey and blue in small rectangles stitched together.

“It’s a variation of the Big Fences pattern,” you tell him, as if he knows what the hell that means, and he misses the shy smile on your face.

“I don’t really need a quilt.”  He refolds it, then tries to hand it back to you.

You frown, your eyebrows knit together.  “But…it’s a gift.”

“It’s L.A.  I never will need a quilt.”

You seem to misunderstand him because your face splits into a bright grin.  “Oh, but I used lightweight batting!  It’s not too heavy, so it’s actually perfect for L.A. weather—”

“No.”  He pushes the quilt back at you, frowns until you take it.  “I don’t need this.”

Ray never has been very tactful, and no one would ever accuse him of being soft, but the way your face crumples as you take the quilt and clutch it to your chest, the way your eyes fill with tears but how to try to play it off, give a shaky laugh and say “sure, sorry Ray, of course”…

He’s never felt like more of a monster in his life.

And then you leave, come up with a flimsy excuse of how you need to be somewhere else.

Even if he didn’t feel like the world’s biggest asshole, the guys cut him zero fucking slack.

“That’s cold,” Lavoux tells him.  “Ice cold, man.”

“Like watching someone kill a kitten,” Mack agrees.

Bosco glares at Ray, crosses his arms.  “This shit takes time, Merrimen.  All this crafty homemade shit?  It’s hours of her life, and that quilt was easily the most time-intensive of all of our gifts.”

“I didn’t ask for a gift.”  Ray crosses his own arms, matches Bosco’s energy.

“And she didn’t ask for a fucking Scrooge.  You don’t want the quilt?  You tell her ‘thank you so much, this is great,’ and then you take it home and tuck it away somewhere.  Fuck, Ray.  You lose all your home training in prison?”

“She’d never even know if you threw it away,” Mack adds.  “You coulda just taken it and tossed it, and she’d be none the wiser.”

“Being rude like that is bad karma.  Bad juju,” says Lavoux.

“No such thing,” Ray says, and his tone makes it clear that the discussion is over.

-----

Ray doesn’t believe in karma or juju, and nothing overtly bad happens.  Still, he has to admit the vibe in the crew has changed.

You’re not the same.  Maybe Mack was right, maybe what Ray did to you was like killing a kitten.  You still joke around with the guys, but the minute—the absolute second—Ray shows up, you shut down.

You still dress in your colorful dresses, but somehow it’s sadder when your outfits are paired with a slight frown and a sad silence.  You don’t hum anymore.  No singing along to bright pop songs under your breath as you hack into banking mainframes.

You don’t bake for them anymore either, and that’s what pushes the guys to near mutiny.

“You need to fix this shit,” Bosco mutters to him one night.  “I haven’t had one of her peanut butter brownies in weeks.”

“So go to a fucking bakery.”

“I said fix it.”  He pushes the words out through gritted teeth.  “You’re the one that broke her.  You’re the one that’s gonna fix her.”

-----

How can Ray fix it with you?

He has no way into your world view.  His life has never been colorful.  He grew up in a military family, went straight into the military himself.  MARSOC, then his discharge, then his life of crime.

Never any color.  Just the dun and greys of the military, of prison.  Never any music or sweetness and Ray doesn’t see what he’s missing in all of that.

He does the best he can.  He asks himself what he would want, and then he does the exact opposite, which is why he finds himself on your doorstep, a fistful of colorful flowers from the grocery store clutched in his fist.

-----

You’ve always been reasonably assured around Ray, but in your kitchen, you stumble.  You offer him tea, then shake your head at yourself, mutter stupid to yourself.

“I have…a beer.  If you want it.”

“Sure.  Sounds good.”

You reach into your fridge and hand him the bottle gingerly, then perch yourself in the chair opposite of him.

Ray takes a drink, looks around.  He thought your house would have been nothing but bright colors, but it looks…mostly normal.  A few pops of color here and there:  paintings on the walls, knick-knacks on the shelves.  But nothing outrageous.

You only stare at him solemnly, a subtle tension in your features.

“I came by to say I’m sorry.  About the quilt.”

“I guess it was pretty stupid.  A quilt in Los Angeles.”

“Nah.”  He shakes his head.  “I’m just an asshole.”

If there’s one other thing Ray likes about you, aside from your skills as a hacker, it’s your honesty.  You never lie to them.

When he calls himself an asshole, you nod at him in agreement.

“I’d like it back,” he continues.  “The quilt.  If you’d be willing.”

“I don’t know.”  You turn and look out the window into your backyard.  “You don’t have to take it just to be nice.”

“I’m not nice.  I want it.  I’ll use it.”  A beat.  “I don’t have anything homemade in my apartment.  It’ll make it nicer.”

You turn back to face him.  “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

You smile, and it’s the same shy one you had when you first handed him his gift.  “Okay then.  I’ll go get it.”

You stand up and leave the kitchen, disappear into some deeper part of the house, but Ray stands up too.  He takes his beer into your living room and studies the framed photos on the shelf there.  You and friends.  You and a dog.  A little girl that he guesses is you, with an older man in the full dress uniform of the military.

You come into the living room with the quilt neatly folded in your arms, and you see Ray studying your pictures.

“This your dad?” Ray asks, pointing at the man in the uniform.

“…yes.”

“Marines?”

“Yes.”  A beat.  “He died when I was young.”

“Sorry.  Which campaign?”

Another beat, longer.  “He…he committed suicide.”

“Ah, shit.  Sorry.”

“It was a long time ago.”

“Still…”  He looks at the picture again, sees you as a little girl with a wide grin, eyes squeezed shut.  

He clears his throat, offers you a bit of himself.  “You know, my old man was military.  Fought in Iraq, came back different.  So I get it, a little.  I understand what it’s like to grow up like that.”

Though he doesn’t point out the difference:  Ray followed down that same military path, allowed himself to be molded into a killing machine with MARSOC.  You split off in an entirely different direction, filled your life with color and light and sweetness.

You nod in acknowledgement, then hand him the quilt.  “Here you go.”

He takes it and waits for you to look him in the eye until he gives you the smallest of smiles.  “Thank you.  I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

“It’ll be the nicest thing at my place.”

You get a sly tilt to your lips, a smirk more than a smile.  “Not much competition though, right?”

“Oh, that’s how you’re gonna be then?  You’re gonna knock my decorating skills?” he jokes back.

“Your decorating skills probably aren’t that bad.  It’s easy to match black and grey,” you say with the same teasing grin.

“Well, there’s some blue in this.”  He holds up the folded quilt, runs a finger along the neat stitching.  “A good start.”

“It doesn’t hurt to have a little color in your life, Ray.”

He guesses not.  And more than any color, he has insight into who you are.  An inroad into what formed you, what made you the person you are.  Better than any color is intel, and Ray has some valuable intel now.

#ray merrimen #ray merrimen x reader #ray merrimen imagine #den of thieves #tropes-and-tales #winter prompts 2022

[dnangelic]

always thinking about these descriptions of erik's voice. raoul hated this man to hell and yet was STILL completely charmed for a brief moment. that's just how good he is. i can't control ppl's muses in rp of course and i make no demands whatsoever in regards to this sort of thing. but when i talk about dark's range and magnetizing charisma. when i talk about his heists, which are synonymous with dramatic operatic performances, this is the sort of influence and wonder dark's meant to draw out from and inspire within people. again, my dark does also sing very well, and there's a lot of focus on his voice (or being 'heard') in general, but there's the literal and the metaphysical; his actual voice, his feelings, and then his thefts, that practically worms him directly into the brain of everyone within azumano, whether it's with obsession and admiration or hatred and terror, just like erik's phantasmal presence with the operahouse. dark calls himself a genius, but only, if not especially, in regards to his being a phantom thief. his 'sublime' crimes and overall absurd skill levels are capitalized by the calling card policy and every seemingly impossible theft that he pulls off. he's failed sometimes, but in the end if he wants something materialistic, there's never been anything that he didn't ultimately get. almost all the asuka publication quotes are also these self-confident sorts of promises: there's nothing you can't grasp if you stretch out your hand, the black velvet that colors the night, as well as the sapphire wings that dash across the sky, and even the heart of your name, everything in this world is within my hands. // there is nothing that we can't get. if it's left up to us, we would even steal a vortex of light. // i will steal it. your past, your present, and your future, if that is your desire. it always goes beyond the apparent reality of what it is; erik's voice, dark's thieving.

#reference. #*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌. ⊱ ✦ › DARK. #sincerely love these leroux quotes btw #esp since half the book is explaining how erik even did all his crazy supernatural shit as a 100% normal human being #JKFKJGKJ #anyways. the magical girl part kicks in as soon as dark or daisuke starts taking about people's feelings #half of dnangel is crime is cool actually and the other half is dont ever give up on a dream if its important to u

[dil-ibaadat]

Hellooo! This is the anon who sent you the West Wing youtube clip.

I was shy and hence posted anonymously but you’re so sweet that I couldn’t help revealing myself! 🙈

Full disclaimer that I’ve never watched the West Wing but have always kinda wanted to because I love that sort of old timey witty American drama, even if it’s politics I don’t fully understand and it is a full testament to your talent and writing prowess that I now really feel like watching the show to get all the references from your fic 🙈Alas, it’ll have to wait since I have an exam but I shall get to it right after hopefully!

I’ve read this first chapter about 5 times ( I am not joking), I can’t even explain why I love it so much! You’ve combined two series’ with such finesse! There’s so much depth and character even within this fanfictiony world and I can’t even begin to grasp how sexy it is? The whole premise and how it’s so befitting for Kanthony and the rest of the Bridgerton clan too!

I love how you’ve not made it just a love story but like an actual world with seemingly real people trying to actually make a difference - that whole bit with Tom saying ‘this is going to be the greatest thing they’ll do’ is just so epic.

I can’t wait to see how the election unfolds now that Kate is almost winning! I wish this was an actual show, that’s how amazingly you’ve pulled me in 😬

I now get your references for the characters and it’s funny how initially before reading, I just assumed Anthony and Kate would be modelled on Josh and Donna (since they were the only two characters I sort of knew from the West Wing) but your interpretation of them contesting for President is way cooler and makes for so much more angst and drama.

Sorry for such a long ask, I’m genuinely so happy and eager to read your wonderful fic and I really hope you write many many more stories because your talent is just astonishing. 😍 Dowry is one of my favourites in the fandom. Shoutout to @folklauerate too as I realise this is both of your time and effort! (My favourite fic of hers is Hold Onto You and the Heist Society one!)

I’d like to end with getting the Chris Traeger reference too! I now know who Sam Seaborn is. 🙈

oh, wow. this is one of the loveliest messages i have ever received. <3 thank you so much for taking the time to send it!!!!! i'm so pleased you like the writing and the general vibe :)))

as for watching the west wing, we're doing our best to make sure it's not necessary to have watched the show in order to get the fic. if you have, you probably recognize some scenes (directly ripped off from scenes and dialogue in the show), and some character sketches, but beyond a few elements of plot, background, and surface-level characterization, this fic universe will feel a bit different from the show. we're borrowing the universe, the idealism, and the feel-good, hard-but-worth-it political reality constructed in the show. it's a wild, escapist political AU, all in good fun. we hope you'll like it! :)

i find it interesting you say you thought the dynamic between kanthony would be a josh/donna type deal, because i did consider that when i began writing it. it was sort of my go-to, but then i realized i've seen the boss/secretary dynamic many times in shows and it's gotten a bit stale for me. i've also noticed that oftentimes, the female love interest is put in the assistant-position, which to me feels a bit antiquated. at the same time, it's hard for me to imagine anthony in donna's position because the power dynamic between anthony and kate was very different in canon, so i ended up nixing that thought because i wanted them to start off as equals.

that said, there are other bridgerton ships that could fit the dynamic really well! josh and donna are interesting because they're introduced as this enmeshed, basically-married duo that are on a slowburn, friends-to-lovers arc. i think polin could work really well with that storyline, with maybe penelope as josh to shake things up (i think colin as her assistant who switched a lot of lanes in college and career-wise could be really, really interesting, and maybe one of pen's sisters could be dead, to give that additional edge of angst to the already complicated featherington dynamics aaaaaand i better stop before i end up writing this too!).

moreover, i originally began writing this fic because i was interested in exploring a kate-tom friendship a la jed and leo. and in order to do that, i had to make kate president. and then the idea grew legs, because i actually adore the idea of kate as a thirty-something, obama-type figure who's pulled in the opposite directions of radical liberal idealism and centrist pragmatism and anthony as a jaded, conflicted, entrenched dynastic political figure who's caught in this quagmire of expectations. in a way, anthony's still conflicted about his relationship with kate in this AU because it directly conflicts with his personal ambitions and his desire to make his dad proud, so that's canon-accurate but also repackaged in a fun, fresh way.

i don't know. i think it's neat. it's a neat AU. and @folklauerate has so many great ideas and juicy bits of characterization and plot and pitch-perfect writing -- it's gonna be so good, i'm gonna scrreeeeaaaammmm.

finally, thank you so much for being here in my inbox and sending this ask. i've been having days on and off for the past few months where i seriously question my writing and purpose and it's comments and messages like this that stop me from giving it all up and moving to kazakhstan and taking up, i don't know, goat-farming (or is it kyrgyzstan ;D, you tell me). i really appreciate it.

#ask on tumblr #promiseoftruth #bridgerton #my fic #OUR FIC

[sineluce-velius-tristitia]

Merry Holidays @slushedpuppys!

Your Secret Satan Santa makes an entrance! I’m sorry it isn’t in the e rating, but I did my best to slip it as close as I can manage (which is a T, lmao). I also wasn’t sure if you’d rather read it here on tumblr or on Ao3, so I posted it here as well. I hope you enjoy it! 

@dcmkkaishinevents

 Kaito didn’t even know how it started.

They were in the massive Kudō library, the room having become a place where the two gravitated towards when laziness struck. Shin'ichi because it was already his hang out, and Kaito because Shin'ichi was there. 

As long as the magician avoided tricks that put the books’ life in jeopardy, Shin'ichi tolerated his presence with the long-suffering kind of acceptance born from a lifetime of suffering through obnoxious individuals.

(Kudō Yukiko delicately covered a sneeze. Arms wrapped around her shoulders to pull her closer to a warm chest and she giggled at the wordless offer of comfort.

Yu-chan was the best.)

(Somewhere, Suzuki Sonoko bit her tongue. A vein pulsed on her forehead.

“What is that no good mystery otaku planning now? Ran! Where’s your ex-husband!?”

“...I don’t think that’s—”)

But as often as they spent quiet afternoons just happily existing in the presence of each other, there was no shortage of any kind of interaction between them. 

Shin'ichi was hardly a chatterbox, preferring to quietly read his precious books though open to indulging Kaito when the magician demanded some form of attention, but when he got going…

Well.

Kaito was only human. One that was caught in the throes of admiration on something people were usually put-off by.

Blue eyes simmered with the embers of cool confidence that always came with the detective’s recount of a recent case—this time, a KID heist. Kaito wasn’t really listening anymore, too distracted by the way those lips moved with each word, its corners twitching up to express the smugness inherent to what its owner was saying.

It was stupid. 

Shin'ichi gets like this all of the time. All smug and arrogant and frustratingly gorgeous going about it. Being this affected at this particular time didn’t make sense.

Maybe it was the topic. Maybe it was the leftover excitement after a successful heist, and here the detective was, happily talking about Kaito.

And Kaito had always been rather greedy when it came to holding the attention of someone. Voracious when it came to his detective. 

Lost in the sudden haze of his thoughts, Kaito shoved into the detective’s personal bubble and spoke, “Ne, Shin'ichi. If you really think you’ve got KID’s tricks all figured out, why don’t you help him instead?”

Fascinated by the flush that quickly spread from the detective’s cheeks—down the column of an enticing neck to where the first two buttons of the detective’s shirt were left open to expose a tantalizing amount of skin along his clavicle—Kaito’s full attention went to what he was doing rather than what was being said.

The magician leaned in, pressed cheek against flushed cheek as he unconsciously took in a deep breath. He feels the chest near his do the same, feels the hand that went up to grip his shirt, wonders if the detective finds Kaito’s smell just as pleasant, just as wonderful and invigorating.

The tension, already charged from the beginning, felt taut and ready to snap. Kaito was more than happy to take the plunge.

A kiss on the neck was given. A question and a declaration.

Shin'ichi nods, the heat of his skin spurring Kaito on. But when the detective says, “Sure, I’ll do it,” he’s momentarily distracted but soon brushes it off. 

Kaito hummed, “Sure,” and pulled away to cover the detective’s lips with his own.

He’ll think on it later.

 -0-

In true Kaito fashion, he didn’t think on it later.

So when one day, he found Shin'ichi casually sitting in the KIDcave, looking cozy with his butt planted on Kaito’s work table, arms and legs crossed as his sharp eyes regarded Kaito haughtily, the magician spluttered, “Wha– how? Shin-chan?”

(A moment was spared to entertain some thoughts about the image his detective currently made, cool and calm as if he belonged among KID’s things– Kaito’s things.)

Kaito very much felt secure in their relationship. They made it work, somehow, despite being on quite the opposite sides of the law. He always thought that they were toeing the line between, a teasing dance shared under the moonlight with secretive smiles and ambiguous contention.

KID’s identity was something left unsaid. Neither confirmed nor denied. Discussed as if they were removed from the situation rather than two whose roles were central to the tale of a Phantom Thief.

Seeing his detective here– it certainly did something to Kaito. 

(Reframed their relationship in a way that opened something up. That unwound a rope tied around his neck with doubts and fears and the same things that choked out what Kaito and Aoko could have had.)

Shin'ichi leveled him with a quirked eyebrow, clearly questioning his intelligence. “I’m here to help you with your heist.”

Which, honestly, made no sense at all. Then again, finding Shin'ichi in here wasn’t something Kaito had ever dared to consider, accompanied as it was by lingering trepidation and nervousness born of having an entire task force gunning for his white-clad moonlighting persona.

Managing to get a hold of himself, Kaito made his way towards the detective. Slowly, he stated, “I have so many questions.” So many.  But it’s mostly on the how.

Luckily, Shin'ichi had weird mind powers that Kaito was still convinced he had despite the other’s protests and promptly answered, “You’ve left me in your house unsupervised before. Did you really think I wouldn’t look around? A portrait that serves as a secret entrance is a little bit on the nose.”

Detective, right. Couldn’t help himself but poke his nose into things he shouldn’t.

“Well, you’re no better, thief. You should train your spy doves better.”

Like Shin'ichi wasn't plotting a dove rebellion against Kaito? They listen to the detective more than they do with Kaito, the one who raised them! The one who nurtured their doveliness.

Shin'ichi rolled his eyes. "I'm not turning your doves against you." 

“See!” He snapped his fingers and pointed accusingly at the detective. “You do read minds.”

Shin'ichi sighed the sigh of someone who’s gone over it dozens of times. "I don’t. You’re just predictable.”

“Moi!?”

“Sometimes.” The detective conceded with a shrug and Kaito preened exaggeratedly. It earned a snort.

Suddenly, the stated reason came back to Kaito. “Wait, what do you mean help?”

The deadpan look sent to him was a given, Kaito doesn’t take offense. It was cute, honestly. Makes him want to pinch those cheeks just to get a reaction.

“Oh,” There was a dawning realization there, and, yep, Shin'ichi grinned. Shit-eating and all. “Oh, you don’t remember. The great Phantom Thief 1412 doesn’t remember.”

Well, now he does.

“Shut up,” Kaito grumbled. This was unfair. Kaito was supposed to be the one doing the teasing. “I was distracted.” 

Shin'ichi hummed, his grin melting into something less badgering. Pink tinged his cheeks as he recalled. “It was memorable.”

(Lips touching skin, tongue tasting flesh, teeth leaving marks. Trails of heat and mingled breath. A bruising grip and begging, pretty blue eyes. Each burning caress was a gentle brush at the layers draped between, a peek behind the veil woven for others to see. 

It was temptation and seduction, a loop of pleasurable bliss and exploration. It always was, with his Shin'ichi.)

As someone who takes pride in being able to change gears fast, Kaito quickly got over his grievances and stalked closer to the other boy. All throughout, Shin'ichi hadn’t moved from his place, and Kaito’s mind was eager to pull up the images it had run through earlier.

The work table was specifically made for Kaito to work while standing; a little above waist height, a surface area that could fit all of the hang-glider’s parts while disassembled with space to maneuver things around, and able to support some heavy equipment when pushed. It was the room’s center of activity, where Kaito spent most of his time pouring over blueprints and plans and gadgets.

“Was it?” Kaito knocked a finger on the work table to check its integrity. Coincidentally, this brought him much closer to the detective, hovering by legs that automatically shifted to accommodate. It was easy to slot himself in between them. Familiar. Gaze heated, he said, “I think I’m missing parts of it.”

“You are,” answered Shin'ichi, uncrossing his arms as Kaito’s palm gently landed over his thigh. But other than a deepening blush and a half-lidded gaze, he remained unaffected. Serious.

Kaito hummed in contemplation.

If he were being honest, having Shin'ichi’s help on a heist would be a huge boon. Sure, Kaito had all the experience he needed, but a detective’s input would make things easier. He’d been doing his best to keep Jii out of it as much as possible, and Kaito was feeling the strain of handling everything on his own.

Information gathering was often too tedious and boring, and it was only the fear of getting caught because of poor information that got him through it. Planning was where his mind was at, executing said plan was where he thrived.

“Aren’t you a detective?”

It was an out.

Shin'ichi rolled his eyes, the sassy jerk. “And you’re a thief who thinks too highly of himself.”

Like I’d let that come between us.

Kaito smiled winningly. “Aren’t I great?”

Neither would I.

Shin'ichi scoffed and shoved at Kaito’s face. The magician laughed, joyous and free and completely, hopelessly fond. He swooped in to plant a quick kiss on the detective’s nose. “Okay. Okay, you’ll help.”

 -0-

Including Shin'ichi into the heist planning was, in a word, bliss.

Kaito gets to spend even more time with his detective, he doesn’t have to do all those research and piecing disconnected articles together and bleh, he gets Shin'ichi all to himself, he doesn’t have to waste as much resources on contingencies or evidence cleaning, and Shin'ichi was there with him.

It was easy to tell which was his favorite part.

Oh, they get into arguments, primarily about necessary risks versus doing it just to showboat. But those tend to lead towards discussion of safety measures and how they can extend it to Kaitō KID’s loyal audience.

They were productive. Efficient, even. And Kaito had never been this excited over a heist before, dampened only by Shin'ichi’s refusal to attend it as one of his pursuers.

“It’s cheating,” Shin'ichi declared as he gestured at the whiteboard filled with their notes, its surface an amalgamation of neat handwriting and ones that trailed beyond the frame. He looked disappointed and dangerously close to pouting. “I already know what you’ll be doing.”

Kaito couldn’t stop himself from tackling his detective into a hug. Gosh, he was so adorable. “Don’t worry Shin-chan, I can always spice things up for you!”

Used to the magician’s (and his own mom’s) antics, Shin'ichi managed to stay on his two feet instead of falling on his ass. Kaito was heavy, though, so his hands had to find purchase on any surface.

Balance regained; Shin'ichi scowled. “What? No! We already have a solid plan here.”

Kaito shushed him, so close to the detective’s face that they were almost nose to nose. “Things don’t always go as planned.”

“They will if you don’t change them on a whim!”

Kaito and Shin'ichi, by and large, had a fundamentally different way of planning things. Where Kaito himself favored the spontaneity of preparing for many things at the heat of the moment and creating moves as it was needed, Shin'ichi outlined major events with the cutthroat specificity of someone who thought three steps ahead in varying directions.

But they respected each other’s abilities enough to compromise.

(Realizing how much the detective actually could predict Kaito-as-KID and everyone else involved when given the time to scheme was distracting. And really, really hot.)

An arm tightened around the chagrined detective’s waist, the other gravitating lower so that the hand attached to it could grab the back of his knee and lift the leg up. When Kaito shifted forward, Shin'ichi was forced to grab onto him with an indignant “Oi!”

“I’m pretty good at thinking on the fly, Great Detective.” Kaito reasoned into Shin'ichi’s ear, voice low and rough and breathy as he turned up the charm to maximum to try to get his way. He smirked when he felt the body in his hold shiver, delighted in the responding heat in those pretty blue eyes. “Now, are you?”

 -0-

Kaito was unsuccessful in his bid to convince his detective.

However, they did manage to find out that Kaito’s work table can, indeed, hold its own against two very eager and very energetic teenage boys.

But he also made a note to recalibrate the force required to set off this batch of smoke pellets. And to keep the sleeping gas out of an annoyed Shin'ichi’s reach.

They tend to be mood killers.

 -0-

Then the time of the heist came.

With Shin'ichi’s voice in his ear and the comforting knowledge that the detective was safely tucked away in a hotel room with a great view of the heist location, Kaito had significantly less unnecessary clutter in his mindspace and it was great.

The plan was simple.

Get the target, spend time taunting the Task Force, put on a show for his audience, and then get away. 

Easy peasy. It’s the details that contained a bulk of boring things he didn’t want to go over. Again.

(As it turns out, Modern Holmeses weren’t exempt from the nerve-fraying effect of the waiting game. Kaito was both relieved and driven up the wall.)

Shin'ichi was monitoring everything, ready to notify the Phantom Thief if something happened that they had to adjust to. The detective was surprisingly great at the voice-in-the-ear thing, telling Kaito about turns he had to take, people he might want to keep an eye on for emergency disguises, the super spy things.

Didn’t he also know how to disarm bombs just by staring at the wirings?

“Shin-chan, are you sure you’re not a criminal mastermind or something?”

“Ba’arou, what are you talking about?”

“So you’re a super spy?”

“Wha– No. Focus on your surroundings, idiot. It wouldn’t be my fault if your disguise gets found out.”

Kaito grinned. “I love it when you worry about me.”

“You know what, go ahead and expose yourself, see if I—”

The abrupt pause made Kaito tilt his head, previous amusement waning. “Shin'ichi?” 

Nothing. Not even after a few more tries.

The longer time passed, the harder it was to ignore the worry, but there was still a heist to be had and Kaito had to push through. While his body went through the motions of his current disguise—a newer task force member he’d stalked throughout the week just to get his act right—half of his attention was on the cute little earpiece Jii had long ago commissioned from his inventor friend, the piece of tech fitting snugly behind his ear and small enough to hide with his masks.

(Come to think of it, how did Shin'ichi have access to it when Kaito kind of forgot to tell him about it? The detective was good with technology, but not that good.)

Finally, after doing a full circuit of the floor that his disguise was supposed to patrol, Shin'ichi finally spoke, “Sorry, I had to make some calls.”

It was faint, but Kaito was pretty sure he heard the sound of traffic from the detective’s side of the line. Eyes narrowed, he quietly asked in his own voice, “Where are you, detective?”

“Just a little…snag. But it’s been dealt with, just focus on your heist.”

A snag. That could be anything, and knowing his detective, chances were high that they were either the life-threatening kind or there-was-a-dead-body kind.

Shin'ichi huffed. “I so can adjust plans too. Now shut up, it’s about time for you to start.”

As if on cue, the police radio buzzed with Inspector Nakamori’s instructions.

Kaito reluctantly let it go. 

He still had an audience to entertain, after all.

 -0-

“Yamabuki-keiji’s closing in. If you enter that room on your left, there should be a vent.”

KID did as suggested, mentally going through the blueprints of the place he had memorized. Besides giving him a way out without having to resort to climbing up the windows and exposing himself, he could access one of his bigger and more entertaining traps through this route. 

“Inspector Nakamori and nine other task force members are enroute area 3.” Right into where he needed them to be.

A manic grin spread through his face. “Have I ever told you you’re the best, Shin-chan?”

“Shut up.” It was easy to visualize the flustered expression on his detective’s face.

Needless to say, the corridors were filled by Inspector Nakamori’s loud curses as he and the unfortunate task force members were paired off with their lower bodies stuck together in a gigantic version of the Chinese finger trap. 

Not that they realized what it was and were therefore doing what they weren’t supposed to do.

 -0-

"You know, I honestly thought it was hilarious to watch them squirm in it, but I didn't think it would take them this long to escape. They missed the rest of my heist!"

"Kaito, you glued them inside. That's hardly fair."

"And that adhesive dissolved within 5 minutes. Shin-chan, someone had to call Hakuba all the way in England just to get them out of that thing. It's a toy."

“...yeah, Hakuba-kun didn’t sound amused, either.”

 -0-

After the heist, Kaito decided to retreat into the hotel room Shin'ichi had set up as his base of operations.

It was a business hotel, so the room was small. The walls were only wide enough for the length of the double bed to fit without scratching the paint. A good-sized desk was fixed on a wall maybe two hops away, hidden from the doorway’s view by a unit bathroom. It barely had room left to fit in a storage space for the guest’s luggage.

For its main purpose, it was fine. Shin'ichi had booked it before KID had even released the heist notice, having determined it to be the best static vantage point and the most accessible if the need arose. Lodgings around a KID heist always got fully booked after news got out, so nightlife tended to end later than usual in the area, especially when the heist target owners reveled in the publicity. 

As the heist had officially finished an hour or so ago and the civilian audience shooed away long before that, the curtains in the room were drawn closed. Shin'ichi’s laptop screen, displaying none of the programs it must have been running through the night, served as the only source of lighting. 

Kaito’s sprawled out form fit the bed just fine. Top hat and white suit and all. Even the cheap mattress felt softer than it should after a few hours of physical work. But his brain was still buzzing with left over excitement to allow him to truly relax.

“At least change your clothes first.”

Lazily eyeing the detective’s form by the desk, Kaito let out a groan of protest. Shin'ichi merely raised an eyebrow, leaning further back into the chair with his arms crossed. He looked tired, more so when Kaito first came in (through the window) to find the other boy slumped over the desk and glaring at his laptop. 

(“How did you even get in without anyone noticing? Your suit’s blindingly white.”

“Mh, and what will you give me in exchange if I tell you?”

“I still have my tranquilizer watch; I don’t have to deal with you.”

“Meitantei, why do you have to be so mean to me!”)

Considering what time it was—a little past four in the morning—it wasn’t a surprise.

Partially feeling at fault, Kaito rolled over, dislodging his hat and lightly entangling himself in his cape. He patted the bed in invitation.

Shin'ichi squinted at the small space, visibly weighing his options.

Both of them were, by no means, big in size, but they certainly shared a height that was in the upper parts of average. The double bed would barely fit the two of them, nevermind that either boy probably shifted in sleep.

To make his offer seem more enticing, Kaito scooted further to make more space.

This seemed to convince the detective as he pushed himself up from his chair, closing the laptop and plunging them into darkness. “I’m not going to sleep there with you in your KID suit. Who knows what muck it has gone through tonight.”

“Excuse you.” Kaito grumbled, patting his suit self-consciously. It was still its pristine white, but he decided not to argue the point. Having it on for long periods of time does get stifling. So with a puff of smoke, he was in casual lounge wear– a loose shirt and some sweatpants. As a bonus, he put Shin'ichi into more comfortable clothes, too.

There was grumbling and probably a stink eye, but the detective quietly crawled onto the offered space, burrowing under the covers the moment Kaito had settled himself as well.

Kaito chuckled. “Tired?”

Shin'ichi huffed. “I ran out of coffee.”

Ah, Kaito thought. There was a burst of utter warmth and fondness, and he wasn’t quite sure if the lump in his throat was because he was coming down with something or he was just that hopeless.

(Shin'ichi rarely spoke how he felt, unable to get himself to form the words charged by emotion that wasn’t righteousness. No, his kindness showed in his actions, in the unspoken concessions and sacrifices made.)

He pulled the other close, relishing in having his detective within his arms. A cold nose pressed against his throat and Kaito smiled, soft and content as he ran his own hand rubbed at Shin'ichi’s back, tracing patterns and warming up the other. Shin'ichi arbitrarily ran cold, something about the antidote messing with his body’s homeostatic responses when stressed.

And while the fact that Shin'ichi became stressed enough to this point was frown worthy, Kaito takes advantage of it now. Getting to cuddle with his detective was always a treat.

He felt the moment when his detective's body finally decided to let go of the tension, melting into the heat seeping from his bed partner, and Kaito followed suit.

The heist was a success. Their heist was a success. And there was no better way to celebrate than sharing a bed with his detective, legs tangled and toes unconsciously curling over skin, nose buried into the other’s hair as they basked in each other’s presence.

Sometimes success was languid, was the sleepy haze and comfort after a day of hard work. 

As seconds ticked by, his brain decided to float between consciousness and dozing off, tired enough to want to rest but too wired to completely settle into sleep.

It was an indescribable amount of time later when Kaito drowsily asked, “Ne, Shin. What happened before the heist started?”

“Mh,” Shin'ichi’s hot breath fanned over his skin, but Kaito merely nuzzled the detective closer. “‘S jus’ a sniper. Not Snake. Taken care of. Now sleep.”

Not entirely registering those words, Kaito nodded and drifted off.

 -0-

Hours later, Kaito woke up with a gasp. “What sniper!? Detective, are you okay?”

Shin'ichi groaned in suffering. There wasn’t enough coffee in the world to deal with the magician so early. 

Or at all.

#kaishin #ksss22 #fanfiction

[tippytanpies]

Sentiments

Heist!Mark x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

In the aftermath of a particularly close call during your last heist, you and your heist partner get around to confessing your feelings the morning after.

In large part inspired by this prompt list. (Also available on AO3.)

Initially it's hard for you to discern whether you think it's closer to late morning or early afternoon, but when you wake, it's to the faint glow of sunlight, dimmed only by the abundance of clouds. Even as you wonder when you last slept so deeply, you can feel how slumber still clings to you. Your gaze flickers to the time only briefly, and you are momentarily surprised to find both initial guesses incorrect, and it's instead the early hours of dawn that fill the room.

Gradually, you pull yourself to a sit, half-tempted to let the slumber pull you back within it; as tempting as the offer seems, you manage to shake off the thought. You feel a small twinge in your back as you stretch, blinking as your focus starts to sharpen. You find your gaze lingers to the hallway before you, but before you have the chance to consider venturing towards it, you catch the man you'd thought of calling out to passing through, only to stop when your gaze meets his.

"Hey--" There's a tone of surprise mixed within the relief in Mark's words, but before you can think to respond, he's carefully sitting beside you. You can faintly catch the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen as you shift your focus to him, taking in the sight of his more casual ensemble in comparison to his typical heist gear. Having him this close to you, however, you can't help but catch how tired his eyes look, even amidst the concern within them as he asks, "Are you feeling alright?"

You can't help the confusion that paints your face then, too tired to think of trying to hide it. "Of course," you say, like there is no other answer to give, "Why--"

Then the recollection of last night's heist hits you like a jolt. It was one of the bigger ones that you'd been planning for a while; that, of course, meant there was more risk involved in the craft than usual. Against your better judgement, you had fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the book; false floors had broken beneath your feet, and the shot of the grappling gun you'd used to try and scramble out of the mess had only left you tangled in a precarious position…one slip, and you'd have been sent careening to unknown depths with no surefire way to break the fall.

At the last moment when you had begun to let yourself feel the fear that it very well could've been your last heist, it was Mark's arms you felt around you as your gun slipped; his grappling gun had fired next to where yours initially aimed at the right moment for him to catch you. You didn't know how he had managed to find you in a building so big, but caught in the overwhelming shock of relief, you found it was one of the last things on your mind as you clung to him, his arms keeping you secure as he managed to get the two of you onto steady ground.

He came back for you. In the midst of your shock and exhaustion at the time, you hadn't properly registered the weight of it, but now…now it's almost impossible to miss, especially with how Mark is looking at you. You only now notice that one of his arms is wrapped around you, grounding you back to the present moment as it takes everything to keep from completely cradling yourself in his touch.

"Why did you come back for me?" The question leaves you sooner and blunter than you had intended it to, but you refuse to let that stop you. "You'd been planning that heist longer than I remember, and yet…"

"I…" A soft sigh leaves him as he cuts himself short. What he wants to tell you is on the tip of his tongue, you can see it in his eyes, but it's almost like he can't trust himself to say them yet. Still, before you can ask, he says, "You know why. It's the same reason why you always come back for me."

Mark is, deep at his core, a much smarter man than he lets himself be perceived as. It's something about him you've come to learn since you started working together, and it's something that, hand-in-hand with his charisma, has somehow managed to get the two of you out of more scraps than you can count. He can read a room well enough to learn a backup plan in an emergency, and he can read you just right, right enough to know your plans before you even say them; it's this that surprises you the most now, that makes you wonder how you never once thought he could see the weight of unspoken words in your eyes.

"…yeah." It's the smallest confirmation; more needs to be said and you know it, but you can't help the way your heart flutters when you catch the brief light of surprise in his eyes. He blinks, a light tilt to his head as he smiles at you, and it's the final push you need to continue. "I know I always say somebody's got to keep you safe--and it's true, you're too reckless for your own good sometimes--" There's a small flicker of humor in his eyes at that, but his focus is quick to return to you in full as you continue, "I say that, but…"

You think, in a sense, you understand his prior hesitance now; you could tell him exactly why, but you almost aren't sure if you trust yourself to do so. "I had to say it like that. If I told you that I was in love with you, it would change everything. I couldn't do that--"

"But I'm in love with you, too."

There it is: the truth of the matter the two of you have been dancing around for longer than you realized. He says it so surely, so resolute, like he's known it from the start. It's so sure that you almost miss the shock in his eyes at his own admission; neither of you expected the reveal to be something like this, it seems.

"Well, fuck." There's a heavy humor in his tone, but hidden within it is something outright nervous, something that only becomes clearer when you catch his eyes trying to read your expression. "Didn't expect to be announcing my love for you this early in the morning." It's only once you feel the mattress shift slightly that your voice returns to you.

"Wait, wait--" He doesn't go far, but that doesn't stop you from reaching out to him still. Your hand cradles the side of his face, his stubble rough against your palm as you guide his focus back to you. You almost miss how he seems to lean into the contact, your voice so quiet you're surprised he hears you as you dare to ask, "You mean it?"

"Yes." The answer leaves him in an instant, like it's something he's always known. His hand rests firm against yours, and you can't help but return the soft smile he gives you as he says, "Yes, of course I do." His hold on you shifts just slightly, cradling you closer to him as a content sigh leaves you, leaning closer to him still as he murmurs in a breath, "I love you."

The kiss he presses to your lips is softer than you had ever expected it to be, almost overwhelming as you feel his hands cradle your face. You can't stop yourself from melting into his touch, your arms wrapped around his back gently pulling him closer…you can feel the way he smiles against your lips, and you find yourself missing the contact in an instant when he breaks the kiss.

Mark pulls back only briefly, just far enough to let you catch your breath. You can feel his lips faintly grazing yours as he breathlessly murmurs, "God, your lips are so soft…"

You can't help the way your breath hitches at the praise, hands clutching his shirt as you bring him back to you, heartbeat practically thrumming as each kiss only grows firmer. His arms hold you flush against him, your hands carding through his hair as you lose yourself to his touch. When you finally bring yourself to pull back enough to look at him, any words on the back of your mind now fail to articulate themselves at the sight of the man above you.

The growing glow of the sunlight in the room casts itself upon him in a manner you can't help but marvel at. His lips are parted slightly, his hair is wonderfully disheveled from your hands, and there's a tint to his cheeks as his eyes read you now. There's something on the tip of his tongue, but his words are quickly cut short by his own breathless state, something that only seems to grow as your hand trails down to his cheek and you softly confess, "I love you."

There's a pause then as the weight of your words hit him then, but then there is a quiet yet fond elation. You can't help the flustered laugh that leaves you as he presses soft kisses against your lips as he settles to lay closer beside you. His hold is so warm, his attention so focused and giving, and all you can wonder is how; how did it take this long for things to finally reveal themselves? In the comfortable silence that follows, however, you can't help but think it was worth it, in the long stretch of things.

"Hi." Mark is the one who breaks the silence after a moment, and you can't help the fond amusement that overtakes you at the sight of the charismatic thief left rendered speechless. You take the chance to press a few smaller kisses along his jaw, relishing how he seems to melt into the contact.

"Hi." That said, you'd be lying if you said you weren't in the same kind of state, another flustered laugh leaving you as Mark presses a soft kiss to your cheek before pulling you into something more akin to an embrace. Laying beside him like this, you can hear his heartbeat; you could lose yourself to the calm of it all, and in a sense you almost want to, but something more pressing comes to mind.

You pull back just enough to meet his gaze as you start, "So…stop me if I'm rushing into this too fast, but…" It takes a second to gather your thoughts, a breath you didn't realize you were holding leaving you as you softly ask, "Does this make us partners now?"

"In a way, aren't we already?" You've never heard his teasing so fond before, so much so that you can't help but laugh as you playfully smack him arm, a proud grin on his face that's quick to return to something soft as he takes in your question. "But…yes. Unless you'd prefer sweethearts, or--"

"I like the sound of partners," you reassure him, settling closer against him as a pleased hum leaves him. "It suits us."

"It suits us," he repeats, his smile soft as he takes your hand in his. "Us…" The word leaves him like he's been told the world's grandest secret, pressing a kiss to your hand as he admits, "I like the sound of that."

Something about the soft murmur makes your heart skip a beat. It was one of the first things he'd said when you had made the offer of your mutual cooperation becoming more akin to a proper partnership, back before you'd even dreamed of pulling off some of the larger heists the two of you had done. Now, he's laying beside you as the dawn grows to morning, smiling softly at you with a look of pure adoration. To say it's a sight that you could get used to would be an understatement.

"Do we have some time to spare?" You want to keep this moment for just a little longer, and with the warmth in Mark's eyes as he looks at you now, you know he'd indulge you.

"We have all the time in the world," he softly murmurs, and you can't help how your heart flutters as you catch his gaze briefly fall to your lips, a playful intrigue to his tone as he asks, "What do you need?"

"Kiss me again? Please?" You can barely hide the grin on your face as a soft rumble of a laugh leaves him, gently guiding you back to him.

He doesn't leave you waiting long.

#leslie writes #partner in crime #this one ended up longer than I originally expected it to be but I'm so happy with it #this is also perhaps the most indulgent fic I've written for Heist!Mark yet #heist mark x reader

[rukunas]

dabi drabble. tw blood, drugs, hallucinations, and angst.

dabi is in an incredibly shit mood.

well, he always is. it’s a part of him, the gloom. but today, he’s feeling it harder than usual. he’d been snapping at everyone, his patience wearing thin like a thread rolling off the end of a spool. and when the day’s heist doesn’t go perfectly— a hero managing to swipe at his face and grab a few staples keeping his skin together— dabi is even more foul.

he slams the door to his room, grabbing a needle, a bottle of the strongest pain medication he could nab from the pharmacy, and staples. without really figuring out the precision and dose— and who fuckin’ reads the side effects?— he fills the needle full of the liquid and pokes it in his veins.

he feels numb as he staples his flesh back together. good, he thinks, feeling the blood cease in its river down his chin.

but then it comes crashing in— the numbness. all throughout his head. dabi stumbles, dropping his gauze and stapler as he makes his way to his bed.

he lays and stares at the ceiling mindlessly, high off of his mind. he wonders how long he lays there, but a moment and then another, and then you’re there.

how’d you get here? dabi thinks, remembering that you’d said you were leaving for two weeks because work, but then the thought fades when you press your hand on his cheek.

“can’t even take care of yourself when i’m gone, huh?” you scold at him, a crease settling between your eyebrows as you frown.

dabi opens his mouth to speak but finds that his lips are so incredibly difficult to move.

at his silence, you continue. “i swear, touya, you can’t survive a day without me.” your lips quirk up into a shadow of a teasing smile, yet your eyes stay stern.

your fingers trace his jaw, gently touching where the staples had pulled at his skin. no matter the numbness from the medicine, wherever you touch burns him— not like his quirk, no, but like the gentle heat of the sun.

dabi takes the opportunity to gaze at you— the way your hair curls around your shoulders and how wide your eyes are makes him mistake you for an angel. the pout of your full lips is also a sight for sore eyes.

you notice him staring.

pulling your voice down into a whisper: “would you like me to kiss it better?”

dabi finds it within himself to move his damn lips. “yes.”

you lean in, hand still cupping his face like he’s made of glass. like he’s the fragile one and not you, the angel. dabi closes his eyes, waiting for you to reach him.

you never do.

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[obsidiancreates]

Yancy receives Date’s abilities/powers, which are ironically the inverse of his own. Tries to pull out a shank in the morning but instead could only receive: flowers, a balloon animal, and…a scented candle? He doesn’t get it. Nevertheless, the change doesn’t clash too badly with Yancy’s musical-based hobbies even if the swap encourages more of the romance genre. He’s suddenly a natural at partner-oriented dances, even those he hadn’t heard of (what if he could abruptly summon choreography out of nowhere?) Also, a bit more sensitive than usual. Definitely got Date’s lovey-dovey, romantic outlook after a while.

Illinois receives Yancy’s abilities/powers? It would be useful if he were ever in a pinch, but the urge to stab people runs opposite of his usual charisma. Might get him a bit tense but also gives him a bit of edge. I could imagine that he could’ve been dismissive of Yancy in the past; however, the experience might find Illy more understanding of Yancy’s impulsivity. I wonder if Illinois raises his voice on someone…(Also, Illy’s voice is like silk if he starts softly singing / humming a tune. No questions asked.)

Date receives Illinois’ abilities/powers. It gives him an extra dose of swagger. Not to mention, since his dates always run into chaos/danger, it probably would feel great to be able to reasonably dodge it for once. Probably benefits the second-most, the first being Space, who finally gets a break from being sliced-and-diced throughout the multiverse. I’d imagine though that Date would miss actually being able to pull romantic things from nowhere, it forces him to coordinate more (but that isn’t too bad, he’ll get used to it!)

...I guess that means Space and Heist swap? They’re the only two left. Oh jeez, imagine Space trying to tell Heist to be mindful of his emotions to prevent unnecessary multiverse attacks. He might have to explain a lot to him. I’d imagine that Heist would run through his own variants but many might run in parallel to Space’s. Hhh, if Space looks for Heist when the swap is first discovered, and then Heist turns around with a familiar blue-glow in his eyes—A representation of the wormhole’s energy streaming through him.

Space wouldn’t wish that on his worst enemy, let alone one of his brothers.

"Okay, so you have his stuff," Space says pointing between Yancy and Illy. "You have Date's, you have Illy's... so that means I've got... Heist, probably?"

Date pulls a spoon out of his hair. "Try it."

Space taps the spoon to the ground, and dirt flies up! There's a large hole in the floor now. "Shit. Dark's going to kill me."

"But that means you do have Heist's powers." Illy shrugs from where he leans against the wall. "Mystery solved."

"So that's gotta mean he's got... youse's." Yancy points at Space.

Space nods, and then his eyes go wide. He sprints out of the room. "HEIST!"

He slams the door to Heist's room open. Heist is sitting on his bed, shuddering and gasping as his eyes glow blue and his form is ripped through by universes outside of their own.

Space runs to Dark. Dark opens his mouth, but Space cuts him off. "Our powers all swapped and Heist is having a multiverse attack!"

Dark drops everything and follows.

#descendants of the trio au #markiplier #markiplier egos

[nine-hells-and-purrgatory]

Stolen Dance (Maeve/Azrael)

Hey everyone! This is the first fic we have for the crew! It is between Maeve and Azrael! You can check out both of their bios on our page if you know nothing about them. When Maeve needs a plus one for a Cabaretti dance, she decides to take one of her oldest friends. 

It was a slow day at the Broker’s main law office. Maeve stretched, her back protesting against the hours of filing contracts. She took a sip of lukewarm coffee, barely flinching at the feel of it sliding down her throat. There were more cases to process. More contracts to go over. More… 

She paused. She looked at the time. 

Ah. Fuck. 

The big ball. The very big, major ball between the Families. The one happening in… Maeve checked the clock. About 3 hours. 

Fuck. 

Maeve hurriedly shoved the papers she was working on into her desk and locked it with the key she kept around her neck. She was going to be late, even more than fashionably late, and she absolutely needed a plus one. At this very late hour. 

She knew she could probably ask Ru. Ru never really set up his plus ones, and mostly just showed up to parties like this, and found his plus one there. However, she would also get teased relentlessly for at least the next month if she asked him. But, thinking of Ru… 

That gave Maeve an idea. 

-time skip bc I’m a hack fanfic writer now apparently- 

Maeve took a deep breath, and waltzed into the room, putting on her best schmaltzy grin.

“Heyyyyy Az! How’s it going!” Maeve leaned across the desk, getting inches away from him, showing off her elaborate outfit in full.  

Azreal looked up at her. “Hello Maeve. Planning to go to the ball tonight?” 

Maeve faltered slightly at the obvious jab, but she supposed it was quite obvious what she was doing here. 

“I… was actually! And I was wondering… if you wanted to come? As my plus one?” Maeve did her best puppy dog eyes. 

Azreal matched her grin. “Well…” He drawled, dragging out the sentence as long as possible. “I’m not really doing anything tonight… so I guess so.” 

Maeve smirked “Well, at the very least, we’ll probably piss off Ru when he sees us walk in together.” 

Azreal smirks back, and that’s when Maeve knows he’s interested. 

-at the dance, again I’m still a hack writer-  

The dance is… fantastic. Maeve takes Azreal through a lazy waltz, letting him mostly lead and twirl her around. It’s been awhile since Maeve has just been in Azreal’s space, without any… ahem. Intentions. She’s almost forgotten how nice it is, to have his wings brush against her shoulder, to have him encircle her. He’s so much taller than her, and his eyes are always entrancing. She steps closer into him, and mentally gives herself a point for the excellent decision to put on expensive perfume as he clearly sniffs her neck. His clawed hand wraps around her back, and she drapes her arm across his shoulder as he dips her, and Maeve can feel her heart speed up. She also knows Azreal can probably hear it too. 

He pulls her up, into a close embrace, clearly enjoying this just as much as she is. He whispers into her ear. 

“So, you want to do something… criminal tonight?” he asks, eyes glittering with joy, and all Maeve can think is 

Oh. Oh I’m so fucked. 

-i can’t write a whole heist scene in 10 mins I just want the good character dynamics-

Maeve and Azreal fall out of the tiny closet they were squished in to hide from the security guards, the incredibly expensive painting they just stole tucked under Azreal’s arm, giggling like maniacs. 

“I… I can’t believe that worked. I thought we were so dead. I thought we were so fucked” Maeve snorted, stumbling into Azreal’s arm. Azreal himself is shaking with laughter, and they both have to lean on each other to continue standing up. Maeve attempts to muffle her shaky laughter into Azreal’s shoulder, but that just makes it more difficult to walk. 

They make it outside, just in time to get out before the host notices his missing painting and locks down the house to search for it. Maeve gives a jaunty wave to Ru, still stuck inside. He glares at her. She grins at him. 

Maeve and Azreal make it to the sidewalk and sit down on the curb as the adrenaline starts to wind down. It’s brisk, the wind dropping the temperature just enough that Maeve shivers. The moon is high in the sky, the night clear, and Maeve isn’t looking at any of it, because Azreal breaks out into laughter again, and she can’t help but be caught up in it. Their shoulders brush, and Maeve has a sudden urge to make this moment never end. She snuggles back into his shoulder, and his wing curls around her, and it is perfect. 

#streets of new capenna #mtg streets of new capenna #new capenna #MTG NC #broker #mtg oc #fanfic #Azrael #Maeve #9Hells #Brokers #maestros #fan character #magic the gathering #MTG #DND OC #DND MTG #MTG SNC #eladrin #vampire #dance #fictional art theft #the cool sexy mafia kind #not the heinous internet shit #polycule fic #romance fic #Cabaretti

[pen-observing]

request: how lucifer, mammon, satan, belphegor and diavolo react and find out about you having 'I now own your soul' under the terms and conditions of a webpage.

Lucifer:

While Lucifer is certainly busy all the time, and tries to balance it by having you in his study as he works, he can’t hide how tired he has actually been for the past 4 weeks.

All you know is that Diavolo has made the meetings more frequent and they are taking a toll on him

And since he means that much to you, regardless of if you wish to acknowledge it or not, you have to ask what is going on once he stands up and walks over to reach for another bottle from his shelf Lucifer does not drink that often and he certainly doesn’t try to avoid work by drinking.

Just what could be making him act this way?

“Lucifer, you have to tell me what is going on.”

He stands on his side of the desk just pouring another glass down.

Curse him for being elegant and showing his forearms while doing so!

And then he dares to look at you with full focus and furrowed eyebrows and he is about to say something and he looks like-

‘no. You are human.’

Fuck.

“Come on! You know I won’t tell anyone!”

He does trust you at least after so long.

"Very well. I will tell you since it has something to do with a human. If, by any chance, you spread the information, the price you pay will be a heavy one."

He can’t intimidate you that much but you know when he is serious.

"You see, recently, Diavolo has had more issues than ever with someone we like to call ‘code soul stealer"

“Uhn,, and that is?”

He takes a sip of his drink and holds the glass while looking at you.

“Apparently, a pesky human added ‘I now own your soul’ in their terms and conditions on a web page and some application. With this, they have stolen many souls and Diavolo has grown even more concerned these past few weeks since the page is just gaining popularity.”

Oh fuck, oh fuck. Thats you that he is calling a pesky human! You only did it as a joke because you saw a meme! It wasn’t supposed to make an enemy out of you to the prince of hell!

How are you supposed to tell Lucifer that? How will he react?

Maybe if you do tell him it will actually create more good than harm?

Or, you could hide it for the rest of your life and- no! The honest way with Lucifer is the best way. He trusts you enough so you have to trust him too!

“Lucifer...I am the pesky human you are referring to...”

He drops the glass. 

“I swear I had no idea souls were actually real and now I own a lot of them! O-On the good side I went viral 4 weeks ago so...oh, that is why you’ve been so busy....sorry.”

Lucifer says nothing.

He just falls into the chair in the most dramatic way you’ve ever seen.

He covers his face with both hands and groans into them loudly.

If you were not ‘code soul stealer’ you would laugh at him right now. But he has to figure out a way to protect you now.

Mammon:

You see, dating Mammon means that you two will bicker plenty.

However, it is usually silly stuff that you bicker about like; are gold or silver lines better on this cup of tea or not?

He just loves you too much to get into a serious argument with you.

However, Levi dragged you both to play a spy/heist game that just came out and Mammon cannot accept to lose such a challenge.

He is not proud that people call him thief, but he is proud and believes he has the skills to back up his many enrichment-plans

So the fact that you won against him for 3 times in a row is UNNACCEPTABLE under this dark, dark sky.

Mammon denies it all. ‘i went easy on you’; ‘I did it cuz you are happy when you win’ and ‘please, don’t you know who I am? I am THE Mammon!”

And while he is cute while bickering, sometimes it becomes unbearable.

So, you do what any normal human would: you challenge him by listing your biggest ‘heist’ ever.

“You don’t know who you are talking to! I have created a heist unlike any other! I have stolen a million souls so far! The DevilTV refers to me as – unstoppable soul collector!”

Levi left long ago so Mammon is standing there completely stunned with the stupidest look on his face so far. He kind of looks like a blowfish.

Still, he runs and puts a hand over your mouth and whispers:

“Don’t yell! We don’t want others to know that we run that business!”

Excuse him? Who is this –we- he speaks of?

“You will add your boyfriend to those plans, won’t you?”

Mammon will not let shock stand in the way of money or souls. You can explain to him how you managed that later but for now – just add him as your accomplice.

Satan:

You love your boyfriend.

You really, really do.

You love seeing him so excited and focused on finding clues to the newest Devildom mystery that you chose to let him have his fun by not telling him YOU were the one he was searching for.

And while you love him that much, you are about to ruin the whole game.

Why does he think it is appropriate to own 48 pairs of the same Sherlock Holmes outfit with THE UGLIEST MATCHING HATS YOU HAVE EVER LAID YOUR EYES ON.

First, he wore them in his ‘detective office’ only. Also known as the Lamentation house storage room for cleaning products. And that was fine, it was.

But then he started to wear them inside the house and in the garden. The saddest day was when a cat knocked the ugly hat off and ran away with it. Oh praise that cat! Praise the little paws!

However, he has gone too far.

He knows no bounds and shows no signs of stopping.

He started wearing the outfits OUTSIDE! In the middle of cobblestone paths of the main street while you were trying to have a nice date!

"Who knows where the soul snatching culprit could be hiding? I must wear this outfit everywhere to catch their clues. Trust me.”

That is it.

If one more iguana-looking-ass demon points their finger at you two and snickers as you walk past – he will have a rude wake up call.

How is it possible that he is trying to catch the culprit that is you but doesn’t pay any attention to you?

So, when you arrive home and he walks into the mop closet to add another unrelated photo to his crazy whiteboard as a clue – you tell him to sit down for a moment.

“Satan, honey, I have something to tell you about your soul snatching culprit.”

That definitely got his attention.

Finally! He is actually looking at you!

You lean down and gently kiss his head.

“I am the culprit you’re looking for. How does it feel to completely miss something right under your nose?”

He freezes up and throws a pen towards the whiteboard. It just bounces off and hits him in the back.

“You....you mean to tell me that,,, the biggest Devil Mystery TV phenomenon is ACTUALLY YOU?”

You are met with complete disbelief. Satan demands a detailed explanation on how you did it. He even tells you to use his whiteboard to retrace your steps!

...good luck...

Belphegor:

Will Belphegor ever actually publicly say that he has changed because of you? No.

Will he ever actually admit that to other brothers besides Beel when they’re talking in the late hours of the night in their room? Oh, absolutely not.

Will he tell you? Yes.

Yes but.. He will leave something out.

Sometimes Belphie looks at how you smile and remembers things that make him famous in this realm.

Yes, he is one of the most powerful demons and yes, he has a reputation of rebellion and the biggest steak of unattendance in RAD but

He is also a fairly famous scholar.

His papers and research are cited on the regular.

But when you smile and say a witty joke – he remembers that most of them focus around him proving just how dumb or naïve humans actually are.

But, you’re human and he hopes that you never see those.

Except that you do.

Because he is so famous it is no surprise that while looking for research papers to reference for your next assignment you saw his name while browsing through

And while you love him - you will not allow him to just diss the whole mankind.

So, you grab one of them from the library. Walk home, go to the attic while he is napping and open it up, putting it right on his face.

It takes a couple of seconds but he feels something is wrong and his hand reaches for it.

When he pulls it away, he is met with his thesis that was further developed from the seduction speech class assignment.

It sets it up as: ‘Seduction speech as a matter of blatant deception that humans always fall for but could never recreate.’

You are not even that mad at it to be honest.

But proving him wrong is always fun. And little does he know about your biggest secret ever.

“I will cut right to the chase and say – fix your bangs I want to see the way your eyes look when I tell you this!”

“I wonder who messed up my bangs with the academic paper in the first place?” is what he replies but his hand is already on his forehead.

“Whatever. Prepare to be amazed! I am the one the elders of the devildom are always ranting about on TV! Yes, I am the ‘pesky little human’ who is stealing away ‘edible’ souls! How is that for your thesis now? Is that not true deception?!”

He likes your smile still. You’re standing in front of the bed looking at him with sparkling eyes and clenched fists while striking a pose. It is silly really but he smiles.

Because you are.

And while he will ask you a bit more about that claim, he is just happy to know that maybe his next academic paper (which everyone eagerly awaits) will be tad more positive to your kind.

Diavolo:

You got an urgent call from Barbatos.

On the doorstep he told you that Diavolo needs you in his study.

What could you do that Barbatos can’t and will help Diavolo? Does such a thing even exist?

You walk inside of his office and are pretty sure Barbatos did not want to go inside because of the fact that a rat could be hiding under the mountain of papers that are all around the room.

Usually, Diavolo immediately stands up, lights up the room with his smile and stretches out his hands for a hug.

Now? He hears the doors open and looks at you with a weak smile while his head is resting on his elbows from behind the desk.

He has never looked worse.

“Barbatos said you called for me?”

You are unsure where to begin with this so you state a fact while thinking of questions to ask.

“He has? I have done no such thing?”

Great. Now both of you are confused.

“Can you tell me what is going on?”

Diavolo sighs and his smile is still nowhere to be seen.

“The elders have been so annoying lately. I understand that the biggest threat to the Devildom and everyone’s life here still has not been identified but there is nothing I can do except search!”

Just what threat is that? What could be making Diavolo so miserable?

“They keep comparing me to my father without actually offering any ways of fixing this!”

“I will try to offer some way if you tell me what the threat is!”

There you are, making a grand exclamation and promise while trying to avoid papers on the floor. Diavolo sighs again.

“A human is ruining our business! They somehow set up a page that allowed them to own souls by consent in some application under the terms and conditions. I mean, this has never happened before! Humans were never expected to think of that or have access to such means! And the name they used was fake. How am I supposed to find them and then burn them in the darkest pits of hell as the elders want me to?”

You stop trying to avoid the papers.

Did...did he just say darkest pits of hell? Did he just say the elders want YOU burned?!

How are you supposed to fix this? It was a fucking joke! You did not imagine this could ever happen!

“Diavolo you promised you would protect me no matter what, right?”

His eyes are serious when you say that. “Yes. I will. Is something amiss?”

“Diavolo.... I am the enemy your elders want to burn.. PLEASE DON’T LET THEM! MY SKIN JUST ADJUSTED TO THIS TEMPERATURE!”

Diavolo looks at you and laughs like never before. It is cute, it is childlike. His laugh finally lights up the room.

He thinks you are joking.

He thinks you are joking and abruptly stops once he realizes that you did not join in on the laugh.

You were just trying to crack a joke and make him feel better, right? There is no way that is true, right? But judging from your reaction he knows it is.

So, he grows serious once more.

He runs to embrace you.

“Please tell me you are willing to make a compromise because the elders do not care about how your skin adjusts to the temperature.”

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #mammon x reader #satan x reader #belphegor x reader #diavolo x reader #obey me writing #gn reader #mammon x mc #belphegor x mc #satan x mc #kinda crack kinda serious #this has taken me like 2-3 hours #my eyes my eyesss #the screen aaaaa #hope you still like it! #i AM BACK AFTER THE EXAMS AND THIS IS THE FIRST THING I WRITE AKSFNJAD #obey me x reader

[the-weirdos-mind]

League of Villains X Teen! Reader: You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid

Songfic of the song with the same name by The Offspring. Here’s the reader’s quirk: 

 Quirk- Manipulation

Type- Emitter

How it works- Similar to Aizawa’s and Nighteye’s quirks you have to look someone in the eye to get them under control. They’re unaware that you’re controlling them but still aware of their senses. When you have someone under control you can do whatever you want with them until you either look away from that person (it doesn’t always have to be eye contact), blink, or release them. Whenever someone is under your spell, it’s like being trapped in a room with one-way glass. They are aware of what’s going on but, can’t get help. 

Drawbacks- If you use the power for more than an hour you’ll get a headache. If you push yourself you’ll get a migraine. You can choose when to activate it and for how long but the time still adds to an hour no matter how many times you activate it in the day.

Trigger warnings: Blood and use of violence, if I’m missing anything then let me know so I can correct it 

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Show me how to lie You're getting better all the time And turning all against the one Is an art that's hard to teach

    You followed Giran down the hallway to an unknown place. You had the hood of you (F/C) on to hide your (H/L) (H/C) hair with your eyes on the ground. You watched as foot after foot in (F/C) shoes put pressure on the dirty ground. You mentally sighed as you reflect your life choices. You didn’t want to live this life but everyone around you saw your quirk as one thing; villainous. You got tired of the words and became what they wanted you be. You realized that heroes are worthless and they didn’t care that a young (boy/girl/person) was heading down a dark path. You glanced up to see the man opening the door. You immediately looked down and followed him in the room.

     Side glancing at the room you noticed it was a bar. There was a purple cloud like man with yellow eyes in a suit and a metal brace around his neck. He was polishing a glass behind the bar. On a red stool was another man holding a glass of alcohol. He had his pinky raised away from the glass though and you silently raised an eyebrow. Is this because of his quirk or is he British? His shaggy blue hair was covering most of his face but when he turned to face the two, you saw a pale hand covering his face and his red eyes glaring at you. You glanced down at the floor. Not yet.

    “You seriously brought a child?” He asked setting the glass cup down. “You do know that this is for mature adults? And (she/he/they) can’t stare at me in the eyes? How rude.” His voice was raspy and you concluded he was holding the glass like that was because of his quirk.

  “Shigaraki, this is (Y/N), I brought (him/her/them) cause (he/she/they) need some training with (his/her/their) quirk.” Giran said and took a drag from his cigarette. He exhaled and a smoke cloud came in the room. “(He/She/They) is getting better at it but, (he/she/they) still needs some help.”

    You rolled your eyes at him. “At least I don’t treat kids like they’re nothing.” You mumbled still bitter about Shigaraki’s comment.

     “What was that?” The blue haired man asked, dangerously.

     “So, you’re deaf huh? I thought an excellent leader would treat a new recruit with respect no matter the age they are.”

Another clever word Sets off an unsuspecting herd And as you get back into line A mob jumps to their feet

    “Shut up.” Shigaraki muttered and scratched his neck. He was stressed about the trouble this kid was causing. Sure he and Dabi didn’t get along but he liked being in control. “(He/She/They) is mature for (his/her/their) age.” Giran said. “Maybe with (him/her/them) as leader it won’t be bad.” He added. He knew what you were doing. If you get him mad enough to get him to look at you in the eye then you can show off your quirk. You did keep your mouth shut as the man stood up and walked over to you. You looked at him in the eye and a (F/C) hue came to your (E/C) eyes. His eyes begin to fog up a little, not enough to appear blind but enough to look suspicious.

Now dance, ****er, dance Man, he never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you

     Shigaraki barely saw the change of your eye color. He was so surprised to started dancing. His feet moved in a fast pace in place. “What the ****!?!” He yelled, only in his mind. Dabi started laughing again. The scarred man leaned over clutching his stomach. He’s laughing so hard he might start crying, or blood will fall from his destroyed tear ducts, if he’s not careful. After a few minutes of dancing you blinked to end the curse on him. They didn’t know that you caused it to happen. Giran smirked and patted you on the head. “What the h***?” The man asked looking around, wondering what just happened.

    “That is (his/her/their) quirk at work.” He man said before the other could get angry. “With a power like (hers/his/theirs) would be useful for heist situations and causing diversions wouldn’t it?”

    “What is (his/her/theirs) quirk?” The wisp man asked.

    “Manipulation.” You said. “Whenever I look at someone in the eyes it activates my power. I can hold control of them for at least an hour before I get a headache. Best part is no one knows that they’re under my grasp.” You said.

    “I’ll admit that I’m impressed.” Shigaraki said. “Welcome I guess.”

    Giran smiled. “You won’t be disappointed.”

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And now you steal away Take him out today

   After a few weeks of joining the League you’re on your first solo mission. Before this one you were mainly paired with a blonde haired girl named Toga. She was pretty nice when she wasn’t obsessing over blood or trying to stab you. Other times you were paired with a man named Twice. He would say two different things and it would give you mixed feelings about a job well done.

    You walked through the area of the city to a hero agency. Your job is to find maps of the inside and steal them. Shigaraki didn’t care if they were on paper or not all he cared about was getting them, It’s pretty simple to do but considering this is you, you had a knife and a handheld gun just in case if things went south. So far it was going well. You got a security guard under control and using him you were able to get a computer with the building’s layout on it. Pulling out a flash drive that Compress had given you, you stuck it in the computer and start downloading. Unfortunately, you looked away from the guard and he glared at you.

    “I don’t know your plan here kid, but it’s best if you leave now.” He said. He did try to alert someone but it was useless, he was trapped in his mind until you looked away. You looked at him and put your hand in your pocket with the knife.

    “I don’t think so.” You said. Before he could call for backup you pulled the knife out and threw it at his chest. He gasped at the impact of the knife and slumped to the floor. Blood was falling from the wound fast, staining his shirt and forming a puddle. Thankfully there was a ding as the data had finished uploading to the flash drive. You walked over to the computer and pulled it out. You smirked as you pocketed it and pulled the knife out from the guard. You left the building leaving behind a guard slowly bleeding to death.

Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid

    You walked back into the hideout and put the flash drive on the bar next to Shigaraki. He nodded at you when he saw it. “Good job. A win for us.” He said and carefully pocketed the piece of tech.

    “And in an hour too.” Spinner said.

    “That’s really impressive!” Twice said. “It’s not that impressive.”

    You feel a hand clamp on your head and ruffle your hair. “Not bad, kid.” Dabi said. He could tell you’re gonna go far in the villain industry.

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With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

   You had gotten in the school with one of the best lies you have, your parents went there. It wasn’t U.A. but it’s also training people for the hero industry. The plan was to get the best marks in the school and transfer to U.A. as the highest in your class. Giran came into play for making fake documents that pass off as real.

    The one on one fight that took place with some kid you didn’t even bother to know was annoying. His quirk was something water related and you almost drowned a couple of times. You finally looked at him in the eye and ordered him to stop. You ran up to him and punched his face, in the between the eyes a couple of times. The first one stun him while the other knocked him out.

When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

   You panted and wiped the sweat away from your forehead. You walked away from the ring where the training took place and looked at everyone else. They looked away from you in fear and parted like a body of water. You swore you saw someone running for their life. You smirked to yourself and took your seat on the bleachers. Pride danced in your eyes like lightning.

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Slowly out of line And drifting closer in your sights So play it out I'm wide awake It's a scene about me

  The first thing the infamous Class 1-A noticed about you is how secretive you were. You shared nothing about yourself other than your name and quirk. They noticed that you did some… shady things to put it mildly. Some noticed you snuck out of the dorms at night. Idia, Miydoriya, Bakugo and Todoroki had followed you to an alleyway and heard you talking to some shadowy figure there. Both spoke in soft whispers that they couldn’t tell who you were talking to and whether or not they were male or female. Other than that occurrence, they didn’t get anything else.

   About a week later, the League attacked UA. You had managed to get them in through your student ID and gave them full access to the school, by a really good copy of the little plastic card. Five minutes prior to the attack, you had excused yourself from math, who needs it anyways, and went to the bathroom. While the lockdown was going on, you met with Toga in the halls. The plan was to get to All Might and kill him, the typical plan made by the man child of a leader you have. You both heard footsteps running towards you and saw it was the class president, Iida. “(L/N), get away from her!” He yelled, doing his hand chop thing. You smirked and took out the dagger the blonde handed you. “No, I don’t think I will.” You responded. Time to shine.

There's something in your way                                                                       And now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want,                                                              Well, it's all because of me

    He stood there, shell shocked at the sight before him. His classmate was a villain? You couldn’t use your quirk yet, anyways. You decided to let the scene play out. You let a dark chuckle seeing his face. “All my life I’ve been told that I was best suited for a villain. You know, you could’ve used the time you knew me to get to know me but, everyone treated me the same as before! It’s too bad that things had to end like this. Wait, no it’s not that bad. You and your class are gonna pay!” You yelled. You lunged at him and he dodged as he snapped out of his shocked state.

    “(Y/N), it doesn’t have to be this way!” He said and continued to dodge the blade. He was still surprised and didn’t attempt to fight back because he couldn’t believe the suspicions about you were true. You growled in frustration. “It’s too late for me anyways. You can’t turn me to the light.” You said and looked at him in the eyes and yours started glowing (F/C). He almost let out a gasp but it didn’t leave his body as his eyes fogged up a little.

Now dance, ****er, dance, man, I never had a chance And no one even knew, it was really only you And now you'll lead the way

   You smiled as the class representative had fallen for your trick. “Now, we’re going back to the class, and you’re going to act like everything is alright.” You ordered.

   He nodded. “Yes, (Sir/Ma’am/Other).” He said, voice coming out robotically. He set off to find his class and you followed him, due to your power. The irony of the situation was almost amusing to you. Almost. The head of the class, now a puppet. A puppet that can dance to whatever twisted moves that you have set for it.

Show the light of day Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid Trust deceived

    You followed him down the twisting paths of the hallways to the rest of the class. Your gaze fixed on the back of his head. You knew Toga was going to inform everyone else that everything was according to plan. Finally, the two of you reached the hiding area where everyone else was. “Thank goodness you found, (him/her/them!)” You heard Izuku said. Then he noticed that something was off about his classmates. You were refusing to look at anybody else than the boy in front of you and Iida’s looked dazed. Like he was… under someone’s control.

    The greenette’s eyes widened. His classmate was… no. He had his suspicions but the truth is hard to handle. Before he could say anything, Iida gave him a swift kick in the face.

With a thousand lies and a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

    They stood there in surprise and shock. A blanket of fear had covered them, making them stand there like statues. The only sounds were the groans of Miydoriya and the thud of his body hitting the ground. “I-Iida.” Ochaco stuttered in fear. No one had expected the class president to attack their classmate outside of training. The blue haired boy then hit the nearest person, Mineta, giving him a punch to the cheek. No one really reacted to that. In all honesty, the grape had it coming.

When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

     While they were distracted, you used the opportunity to leave. It didn’t matter if Iida was going to spill the secret you kept from them. That s*** was already out. You smirked to yourself knowing which side of the street you belong in.

Now dance, ****er, dance, he never had a chance And no one even knew, it was really only you So dance, ****er, dance, I never had a chance It was really only you

    The mission went out as planned. It was only a ploy to strike fear in the hearts of citizens. After all, an attack with no causalities is far worse with ones that do. You now sat at the bar, a bottle of water in your hand. You may be a criminal but the age of drinking consent is something that you can’t argue with.  No matter how hard you tried. The news was on talking about the event. Everyone was able to get away without anyone being caught. Call it luck or whatever but, you’re thankful that they did. The anchorwoman was talking about how a student was involved with the League and helped out. A picture of your face appeared on the screen and you smirked. It wasn’t a school photo but a mugshot from a previous capture. One you managed to get away from. No one even suspected you, or so you think, but regardless it’s wonderful to see.

With a thousand lies and a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

    You couldn’t help but chuckled remembering the looks on each of their faces. What they thought was a classmate was really playing a part. A perfect disguise if you asked yourself. You have the innocent looking (boy/girl/person) appearance and if anyone who didn’t know you found out about your job. It would’ve made you laugh as not everything is as it seems.

    Your fists tingled as they remembered the feeling of their face contacting your skin. You placed the hand that held the plastic bottle on top of the other’s knuckles. The feeling is something you’re going to remember for a long time.

When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

  A pair of footsteps came walking in and you dropped your hands to your lap. You see Shigaraki walking into the bar holding a folder, with a finger away from it as always. You know it could only mean one thing. “Another mission?” You asked, voicing your thoughts. The boss nodded and handed it to you.

     “Go over it and be ready for when the time comes. You did good on your last mission, keep up the good work. You’re a valuable character.” He said before walking away. You weren’t sure if the last sentence was a praise or another video game term but regardless you nodded.

     “Will do.” You said and opened it up, wondering what will be to cause more fear in the people. And more pride in yourself. Each success makes you happy.

Clever alibis, Lord of the Flies Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

   You almost busted out laughing seeing  which role you were supposed to play. An innocent citizen who loves all the hero crap. You won’t be alone this time, having Toga to accompany you on this one. You felt excited for the mission. It would mean more people will realize what idiots heroes truly are. The truth will knock them down from the clouds.

When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

   But right now, it’s time for a nap. The last mission tired you out. You took the folder with you and walked to your room. All that matters right now is a bed, a blanket, and wonderful dreams of a world where people run in fear from you.

#LOV #league of villains #shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #dabi #touya todoroki #toga #himiko toga #spinner #compress #twice #x reader #my hero academia #MHA #boku no hero academia #BNHA #league of villians x reader #league of villains x reader #anime #songfic #I’ve have this in my drafts for a long while

[pufflocks]

Kuroo x bottom male reader, maybe readers riding him?

Summary: Honestly in my mind–, I believe if Kuroo had someone sitting on his cock I believe he would be so touchy. Touchy and impatient— Touching the readers curves and rubbing on his thighs until he couldn't take it anymore. ♡

"You- You are so fucking tight- ugh, I love it." -T.K ❣

Warnings: Slight degrading • Groping • Cum eating • Proof read • porn without plot

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Kuroo Tesuro //Kenma Kozumane//

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It was an alluring Friday. Volleyball club didn't have another practice until next week. Leaving an eventful evening afterschool for a certain couple.

"Phew I'm fuckin' exhausted-" Tetsurou exhaled stretching out his long limbs. Many people, according to Y/N would kill for his height. Yet he was always saying how much he hated it. Words only to tick his boyfriend off – which it did.

The rooster haired male slicked back his sweat covered hair. "Oi, kenma I'm gonna head out first since my oh so handsome boyfriend wanted me to take him home early." Kenma nodded quietly, chugging his water down quietly. He gathered his belongings along with the other members of the team.

'I wonder why he needs a chaperone to walk him home..' Kenma sighed. Shaking off the thought since it was not his business. Besides that he started picking up some stray volleyballs. Faster he does this the faster he gets home to play video games with his boyfriend.

You however, was just about to get out of your last period. Thinking about some random things to get out of the fact you and nekomas volleyball captain sending eachother lewd glances throughout the day. One action led to another throughout the day.

You sitting in the back of class softly giggling to yourself once while at your phone and blushing at other texts. Some texts were cute flirts like "I can't wait to see you" or "Coach is being extra angry. He needs pop a chocky milk" Leading to a raging tent in your pants in your last class period when he sent a slick nude of a boner he accumulated in the past hour. Ugh— The clock nearing 3 PM setting you slight edge in your seat.

BRING !

'Thankfully the teacher didn't see me with my phone.'

Sighing tremendously you snatched up your bag that had a cheesy volleyball sticker in nekomas colors with a big number '1' on it. Gifted by your yours truly, Tetsurou Kuroo aka rooster bf. A small nickname you gave him in your guys' first year.

You chuckled at your own humor as you bumped into someone the way out of your classroom.

"Ah-!" You failed to finish your small mental comedy show as your overly tall boyfriend encased you in a nearly bone crushing hug. Lovingly of course.

Your not so obvious erection slightly catching contact on his muscular thigh. "You scared me tetsu- Come on lets go." You grab hold of the mans hand in dire need to fix your lower situation, pronto. One think you hated about your boyfriend was how much of a tease he so unashamedly was.

You both agreed, over text to leave early to do it after class since he didn't have practice today.

"What's the rush doll ? You were just teasing me with that I wanna ride you BS over the phone." He snickered. Face automatically bloomed red as you scoffed in face. Pushy bastard he is.

"Yeah yeah. Come on before people see-" And before you knew it. Your boyfriend took one glace down south to notice you weren't lying. Your small cock pressing up against the unformed pants.

'Cute how eager he is~' he mentally mused.

He took this opportunity to just drag you to an already emptied classroom. The school seemed to empty out earlier on Fridays, you thought. Slowly coming back to your own senses you see just how peckish he really was. Air thickening. Your noticable shudders of arousal not going unnoticed.

"God,, I need you right now." No other words were conversed between you two as he eagerly ripped and tugged the cloth off your smaller frame. Canines slightly nipping at now heated skin and grabbing wherever his hands could easily roam. Sloppy kisses to your neck making you gasp and make your penis twitch in gratitude.

"Please tetsu.. I want it badly~" You moaned wantonly as he was gripping some belly fat lovingly. Tetsurou grinned as if he was a wolf in the night howling at the moon.

Grabbing a nearby chair, after he let you go with a small peck to your nose he sat down and shrugged off his trousers. Hard organ slapping on his lean stomach. The sight making you purr in the presence of this 'wolf'

'I can't wait to fucking ride him..'

The sight of his cock made you rub your legs together eagerly. A small "Hm..~" erupting from your throat. Oh god did it not only have girth and a red bulge of its head – His length and overall cock had been mesmerized in your small pink hole.

"Wanna ride you Tetsu.." you mewled already palming the hard on in your now very tight pants.

He pulled you closer and gripped your chin to make you look at him as he stroked his cock teasingly, "Wanna ride me dry and see if you can come undone or vise verse but you blow me ? Which is it sweetheart ?" Darting dark eyes your way as he audibly purred. Kind to not so kind kisses being placed to your collarbone making you shiver as his cold lips met your hot skin.

New hickies you never minded showing off, just as much as he never minded giving you to show off.

The choices were hanging heavy on your tongue, now realizing his question. Almost obediently, in one swift motion you got down your knees willingly let him unravel you with his slim eyes.

"Such a lucky ass man I am~"

Fuck you wanted him so bad.

"You gonna blow me my pretty Y/N ?" He said stroking your cheek as if you were the most rarest diamond from his thief heist. To him you were not only rare, but valuable beyond his mind.

Grasping hold of his member you lick up his shaft kissing here and there. Making quick work to get to the main course.

Tetsurou smiled. His pretty boy serving his cock like it was something holy. Before he knew it you started gulping down his length. Slobber dribbling at the creases of your mouth. Pretty eyes of yours making their ways to your rooster headed lover.

"Fuck-! Baby I'ma fuckin' cum-" He groaned, head flying backward as you got off hearing him announce he was gonna shoot down your throat. Swallowing every. Single. Drop.

"Shit.. You gonna take daddies cum baby ? Yeah ? Where you want it ? Tell me babes." He was tapping his cock against your now plump and messy lips as he stroked himself off to your filthy face. Fuck, he was using your face for his own pleasure. You wanted him to know how much you enjoyed this.

"Mm- I want it in my mouth!~ please stick your cock deep down my throat daddy!~" You whined pathetically stroking your own leaking cock and using your own arousal for lube. The lewd squlching noises invading your ears.

He snorted at your poor attempts at getting yourself off and opened your jaw enough to shove all the way in down your throat. Tears prickling and threatening to fall down your face. You let out small gags leading to moans from the action as he shot down your throat. You swallowed his seed successfully, sticking out your tongue to show you did.

"Such a pretty boy.. Fuck such pretty boy." Tetsurou praised as he wiped the tears you ignored from your puffy eyes. Also unnoticing the ringing one of your phones was doing. You didn't care though. "We ain't done yet though. Get your sweet ass up here my prince." You joyfully obliged as he helped you off your knees seeing they were red. He started rubbing small circles and kissing your bare shoulders. A way of saying sorry for making you be on yourknees for so long.

'So caring~' You groggily giggled to yourself due to your throat being slightly sore from your guys' previous actions. Damn he was rough this time. Does being found out really get him this riled up ?

He cocked an eyebrow, "What's wrong ? Did a do something silly ?" He wore his signature smirk. The one you loved and hated. A calming and goofy aura being replaced with the once heated lustful one. All you could do was giggle again and cup his face in the moment. Just enjoying him.

"You're just so caring with me and I love you for moments like these." You confessed. Heart beating erratically as he chuckled kissing your nose.

"I know. I'm a big ass softy for my boyfriend believe it or not." You rolled your eyes jokingly. You loved this man, but you also loved his cock which by the way, still hasn't gone soft yet.

Turning around in his lap you wrapped your arms and legs around his form as you whispered alluringly. "Let me do the work cuz my dick is aching now and I needa cum stupid bad." You smiled devilishly. He once again for the umpteenth time, chuckled at your words and throwing his hands up.

"No hands my prince. No hands." You nodded. Knowing full well he would lose it half way of your quote unquote dominance.

You slowly and steadily began inserting his member inside. God, the stretch you fucking waited for was heavenly. Making it all the more nearly impossible to not close your eyes in delight.

Sucking through his teeth your boyfriend let out a long "Fuuuck..~" as groaned instinctively grasping onto your hips. On a loose thread of keeping his promise of letting you in control.

"God, you're so fucking- huge-! Testu~" You whined already grinding the rest of length into your now gaping hole. The feeling all too familiar to your body. Soon beginning to bounce up and down with pure greed. Not giving the slightest flying fuck if someone were to see you through the small class window as you were rolling your eyes back in ecstasy like a expert porn star.

"You- You're so fucking tight.. Ugh- fuck I love it !~" He moaned out aggressively as your bouncing only quickened at his words slapping sounds got louder. "Who's fucking cock are you riding Y/N ?" He growled and huffed bear your neck. His breath tickling the hairs in the area.

Noticing he didn't get any answer to his no rhetorical question, Tesurou slapped your ass harshly leaving a delicious itchy feeling rupture in the spot his heavy hand slammed on. You lost it as an almost unbearable amount of pre ran down your cock.

"You- Ah!~ Fuck it's you Testu!~ Your cock- Ah-!~ is hitting me in all the right places oh my fucking god!-" You shrieked small little tears making their way down your ruined face.

'This slut is really egging me the fuck on today~' Tetsurou mentally grinned.

Not only did he like the words coming out of your mouth, but he lived for those damn tears of diamond racing out the corners of your eyes. "

"Fuck it. I'm pounding the shit out of this ass." He mumbled to himself as he snatched you off of his body as if it was completely nothing and pressed you forward on a desk, your perky nipples grazing the cold school furniture.

He took a second to adjust his angle until ramming into your prostate directly dead on as you let out a high pitched warble. Anyone could mistake your voice for a females out of context. "Fuck-! fuck- MM— FUCK YES~" you moaned as your cock swung heavily in between your legs as Tetsurou began deep stroking every corner inside you. The feelings making your mind go numb.

"Baby boy I'm finna blow my load~ Who the fuck is fucking your shit up right ? Huh ?~" Testu's snarled in your ear. Snatching you up by your neck up to his sweaty hard chest. Your bodies creating an almost unbearable heat between you both.

You whined in a needy voice as the feeling of your prostate getting hammered repeatedly. "YOU DADDY~ YOU YOU YOU~!!! GOD LEMME CUM FUUUCK—" His grip on your neck did not falter as his pace only got faster. Quickly gripping your slick penis and jerked you off all the while placing delectable light kisses around your bruised neck and shoulders. You were nearly seeing stars with overstimulation and his contrast of touch.

"That's exactly what I like to hear my amazing boy~" Tetsurou hips stuttered as you came hard, your eyes rolling back and drool sliding down your jaw. Coming straight after your release he gave one last deep push cumming deep down in your tight little ass. "Fuck babe..- Fuck-" He panted smiling lazily, grip already faltering around your neck. He never would forgive himself if he accidentally choked you to death.

Since you guys literally just fucked in a classroom, aftercare had to be done differently. Slowly laying his head on your shoulder, rubbing your hips and doing anything to ease any after pain off your body. Maybe you'll let him try out a cream he uses on himself after volleyball. Eases the joints and moisturizes your body.

Such a loving boyfriend you bad.

"I love you so damn stinkn' much Y/N.. God I'm so fucking lucky I swear." You chuckled, 'cause he always seemed to be so emotional after you guys had sex. You thought it was cute coming from him. "Let's get out of here cuz' we already stayed here for half an hour." You stated pushing the tall male off your body, much to his unpleasant dismay. He only hummed in response.

"Your house or mine ?" He questioned after pulling up his pants and tugging his extra volleyball shirt on. You stretched while yawning a bit. Sex is tiring.

"Yours. My parents will automatically smell the sex on me and no cologne can cover that." Giggling softly at your statement your boyfriend nodding in a agreement.

"Let's just hope they dont find out we once fucked in your living room-" You glared at him as he stopped, snickering at how cute his boyfriend looked after being roughed up.

"Let's go so we can cuddle now please." You softly pleaded as you tugged his shirt tiredly. You know the first thing you were gonna do when you got to his house was instantly plop smack on his oversized bed.

"Let's go my prince."

Bees are pretty..

Zenna, no.

#male reader #hq kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #x reader #haikyuu smut #smut #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x you

[neoculturetravesty]

Friday evening

Image adapted from here.

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader Genre: smut, pwp, romance, established relationship Warnings: 18+, oral (male receiving), protected sex, reader is a slight party girl with a bit of an innocence kink, riding, swallowing. Taeyong is sad because he’s been put on a break with an injured back and somehow seeing him this vulnerable is turning you on. Word Count: 4739

Summary: Taeyong has always, always put your pleasure first. It’s not that he does it out of learned, respectful responsibility; it’s because he needs to put your pleasure first or he would go crazy. So the poor boy doesn’t know what to do with himself now that he’s out of commission with an injured back and you’re the one that’s, erm, taking care of him.

A/N: Basically just pure filth and also my first attempt at smut. I also don’t have a proofreader, so pardon my oversights. Here goes nothing.

To say that your Friday evenings have changed a lot over the years would be an understatement. When you were younger, all you wanted to do at the end of a tough week was to get out and drink to your heart’s content. You’d stay out all night, sometimes even passing out in places that were most definitely not home. You had staked your claim in every club the city had to offer; you had never met a drink you didn’t like; there had never been a party you weren’t invited to.

So the fact that you were here now--splayed out over your couch with your boyfriend draped over you, his head resting on your belly while you lazily watched Netflix--was quite frankly absurd. If your other friends saw you here, choosing to stay in on a Friday night, they would think you were going through some kind of crisis. But you weren’t going through a crisis. You were just in love.

You were in love with a boy who was so incredibly, sweetly, and disgustingly domestic, you had no choice but to be soft for him. It came as a surprise to you at first--the fact that he was as domestic as he was. When you had first met him and found out who he was, you were convinced that he had to be, quite frankly, the fuckboy type. Taeyong was incredibly handsome, for starters, but also people would tell him he was handsome, and he got told this multiple times a day. Add to that the nature of his job, and girls, boys and everyone in between would throw themselves at him. You had met him through work while he had his idol and leader persona on. He was intense, he was charismatic, he worked the room like he owned it. So of course, you had thought, he had to be a fuckboy. It’s what made you approach him in the first place.

But on your first date, he cooked for you, couldn’t meet your eyes the entire time, and blushed and giggled every time you complimented his food; and all your assumptions were put to rest. You soon discovered that the poor boy didn’t know much outside of his work. The confidence, the charisma, the strength in his posture--it was all for the cameras. When the lights were off, you found that he was completely the opposite. What threw you off most of all was how sweet he was and how incredibly pure he was. He had had girlfriends before, that much he admitted, yet you had a way of knowing that he was way more innocent than he led on. 

You didn’t think you were the kind that would be into that sort of thing--the pure, good boy types. But you found yourself drawn to him and it surprised you. You were so used to flings with fuckboys where the both of you knew you were in it for a good time, not a long time. Maybe a part of you finally wanted the long time though you didn’t know it yet.

So when Taeyong had taken your hand one day and asked you to be his girlfriend, you had found yourself at a loss for words. He had looked at you with such hopeful sincerity in his doe eyes that it had almost frightened you. No one had ever looked at you like that. You had never been anyone’s girlfriend before. So you had answered “I guess...?” which was perhaps not the smartest response, but now you were glad you’d been dumb. Because it led you here, almost a year later with the boy you loved cuddling into your belly on the couch.

The two of you had been laying like this all afternoon and had gone through too many episodes of Money Heist without moving. But moments like these were so rare with Taeyong’s schedule and your own work that you dare not move an inch. You kept hugging onto the empty popcorn bowl while Taeyong lazily rubbed his hands up and down your sides, his cheek pressing into your tummy, his head almost buried under his favorite black blanket while he looked at the screen. When yet another episode ends, you reach over to stroke his hair “Aren’t you hungry?” you ask.

He shakes his head as he yawns “Nope. Are you? I could cook you something.” He says, lifting his head up to look at you. 

“But you’re hurt. I don’t want you to move.” You retort, rubbing the back of his neck. Your poor boyfriend had quite literally worked his back off till it physically gave up. He worked even when it hurt, he worked even when he limped. When he couldn’t move at all, is when he allowed himself a break. That’s what your first fight had been about--you yelling at him that he needs to take it easy and him telling you that you just don’t understand. You had ever since reminded yourself to be more patient with him. Taeyong, you found, was a fixer. He always felt like he needed to be there for his team, for his family, for you, so much so that he would run himself down no matter what it did to him. So the fact that he was here now, forced to take a break, was eating him up from the inside. You could tell.

“I’m tired of staying still.” He whines, buying his face into your tummy. It makes you chuckle and you hold his head closer.

“My poor baby.” You say and suddenly, the urge to take care of him overwhelms you. You look down at him as he hugs your middle, his usually wide shoulders curving in to make him seem smaller. He looked so helpless, so vulnerable and so broken, and that image made heat build in your core. ‘Fuck, I am going to hell.’ you thought as you felt the throb between your legs. It was fucked up, the fact that your boyfriend being helpless and hurt was suddenly turning you on. You start to wonder what was wrong with you. Why did his purity, his good heart, his innocence, and right now, his vulnerability stir something so carnal in you? You were going to hell for sure. 

‘He’s hurt, he’s hurt, he’s hurt.’ You tell yourself over and over like a mantra to stop yourself from having sinful, unvirtuous thoughts about him, but you must have been tugging the hair on the back of his head a bit too tight because he suddenly looks up at you. Like he could feel the air shift. He holds your gaze as he gently pushes the hem of your shirt up, just enough to reveal a sliver of belly and lands a tender kiss on the exposed skin. His big, warm hands delicately reach into your sides under your shirt and he bows his head and kisses your skin like worship. You look down at him with wonder as you hold his head like you were guiding him, and he was all too eager to be led. This boy had always been a giver. He knew right away that you wanted him and his first instinct had been to take care of you. You allow yourself to be venerated by his lips like that for a moment, melting back into the cushions as his kisses leave a trail till he licks a stripe just below your navel, drawing a moan out of you, somehow bringing you back to your senses. Only a little.

“Taeyong, you’re hurt.” you remind him, but it’s a weak reminder. You’re saying it just to say it because your body is brazen. He must have felt the insincerity in your tone because he doesn’t stop. His long, dexterous fingers move to the fly of your jeans, unbuttoning them and landing a kiss right on your pubic bone, over the thin fabric of your underwear. You inhale as you feel goosebumps prickling your skin from pleasure and for a moment, you think it’s okay to be this selfish. It’s okay to have your pure, guileless, obliging boyfriend worship your body even though he was hurt because the things he was doing to you… it would be more wrong of you to stop this reverence of unbounded desire. You were going to hell anyway, might as well be with an angel between your legs. 

But Taeyong hooks his index finger in the band of your underwear and pulls it down, lifting himself up to place another kiss when you hear him gasp “Ahh!” and it serves as a cruel, literal eye opener. Because your eyes actually snap open and the haze of sinful bliss surrounding you dissipates and you realize just how selfish you’re being. 

“Taeyong!” You sit up abruptly, watching the grimace on his face. You get off the couch and kneel next to him as he buries his face in the cushions, groaning. “Does it hurt a lot?” You ask, placing a gentle hand to his back, not daring to apply any amount of pressure. You lean in and press a kiss on his hurt.

Presumably, when the sting has subsided, he looks at you again and says “No, no… it doesn’t hurt… come back here.” He reaches a hand to the back of your head and pulls you in but it’s breaking your heart. You know he wants to make you feel good; he has almost a riotous need to keep you satisfied because that’s what keeps him going, that’s what validates him. The fact that he can’t would eat him up till he spirals and loses his mind. ‘Wouldn’t that be nice.’ The evil part of you thinks as the image of a more vulnerable Taeyong, a more broken Taeyong takes over your mind and you feel the needy heat build even greater under the undone fly of your pants. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ You think to yourself in horror as this salacious, immoral image and what it has done to your core actually puts you to shame. Internally, you’re burying your face in your hands just like Taeyong was burying his face in the cushions. 

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. For once, you had to put a leash on your libido. Your boyfriend was hurt and you needed to be a good girlfriend. “We can do this when you’re better.” You say, rubbing your palm on his back, then stroking his head.

“But I want you now. Don’t you want me?” He asks with such uncertainty and you can tell he’s being the wicked one now because he knows what this tone does to you. Especially when he looks at you with eyes that drip honey. He knows he has you wrapped around his little finger in this moment because he keeps pouting. Taeyong would always have you putty in his beautiful hands and talented tongue. He loved making you feel good, he got off on making you feel good. You had pretty much been living your best life since you met him because you were finally with a man that cared more about your pleasure than his own. So of course, you wanted him. But not like this. 

“Come here.” You say to him gently, arranging the pillows around him and helping him flip over on his back so he was much more stable. Taeyong sighs, defeated in his expression, thinking he has lost this battle when you place a hand on his chest and lean over him to kiss him on the lips. You kneel by the side of the couch, hovering over him as he lays, cupping his face in your palms. Soon your fingers find their way to the base of his neck and you’re tugging at his hair again. You roll your tongue against his lips and into his willing mouth, kissing him with desire. He lays obediently as you pull back but looks at you in confusion, like he’s not sure if you’re giving up or giving in. You kiss into the crook of his neck, gently suckling on his sweet skin there and he moans out. You smile because you don’t have to look to know that his cock has twitched in his pants. 

You lean over his face, bringing the pad of your thumb to his bottom lip, gently stroking it as you talk “Do you want me?” you ask, your tone low and sultry, wanting to hear his sweet voice before you unleashed yourself on his body. His lips part and he’s panting when he nods his head “I want you.” he sighs in a soft voice. So you get up and carefully place yourself between his legs as he lays, ensuring not to shift the weight on the couch too much that it makes his back uncomfortable. You lift his shirt up just a little bit and kiss the skin of his belly, continuing from where you had left off, except the roles are reversed. But while you were laying back and taking in the sensation, Taeyong is confused; turned on but confused, like he doesn’t know what you’re doing to him. 

You meet his befuddled eyes, see him propped up on his elbows to look at you move, almost as if you were doing something perverse, something you weren’t supposed to do. So you give him a wicked smile and undo the button of his fly, just as he had done and press a kiss on top of his boxers. Your hands rub up into his chest “Lay back, sweetie.” You say lovingly as you slowly, teasingly start pulling the band of his boxers down, taking your time with it, putting on a show. Taeyong’s eyes are wide and his belly is pleasurably uneasy. He wasn’t used to this, simply because he never gave you enough time to reciprocate. He liked feeling a strange sense of control that came with the familiarity of being between your legs, giving you enough pleasure that you forgot your own name. He knew that process by heart. But this. This didn’t happen very often, but you were determined tonight, it seemed. He didn’t complain, even if he laid back with a sense of uncertainty because not knowing what would happen was distressing and thrilling at the same time.

You finally pull his boxers down enough to expose his semi-hardness and smile, running your hands down his sides just as he had done to yours, lifting his shirt up a little bit more. You look down at him brazenly, admiring his bare manhood, smiling at him. “My baby is pretty all over.” you say, making him close his eyes, head falling back into the pillows as he suppresses a moan. The image gives you a violent sort of hunger, like you wanted to own him, rail him till he saw stars.

You hold his length, pressing it into his belly with your palm before you finally lower your head and press your lips to his base. You feel him twitch under you at the same time you hear him let out a shaky moan, like he was feeling too much pleasure than he wanted to show.

“Let me hear your sweet voice, baby.” you encourage him and press more kisses to his balls, slowly rubbing circles with your thumb on his sensitive tip. You’ve swept your hair to one side and you hum into the kisses before the need to taste him tastes over. So you part your lips and let your tongue swipe him as you pucker, making him hiss out in pleasure. You gently start sucking then, rolling your tongue over and over, taking your time with it. You were in no rush. The two of you had all night. 

You gently start rubbing the underside of his growing length with your palm, almost massaging it, little beads of precum dripping onto his belly. You look up at Taeyong through your lashes and find his head thrown back, eyes closed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. He looked like an angel. So you start to kiss up his length, on the sensitive underside, little moans escaping your mouth as well and Taeyong can barely breathe. It feels forbidden to him, laying here like this as you pleasure him but he has to admit that it is a sweet form of torture and he wants it as much as he doesn’t. 

Your lips finally find his leaking tip. You stop, just so he’d look at you, giving you a chance to hold his gaze when you kiss it, a sweet, unassuming press of the lips, nothing more. But it has the effect you wanted because it draws a gurgled, almost pained moan out of him. 

“Fuck!” he all but yells out. And that’s all you needed to hear before you wrap your lips around it and start sucking. You take your time, swirling your tongue around, tasting his saline lust in your mouth while your hand takes care of the rest of his length, all the way to the base, softly stroking, massaging. It wasn’t often that Taeyong let this go on for this long. Usually, by this time, he would have lifted you to your feet into a kiss before he went back to his insatiable need to put you on pleasure’s end, making love to you like it was the only thing he was born to do. It took him hurting his back to keep him in place like this, and that wicked part of you is almost thankful for it.

Your mouth has picked up the pace, built a rhythm and the deviant sounds of your spit swirling in your mouth around his flesh fill the room. Suddenly, you hold yourself in place, placing your palms carefully on his thighs and relaxing your jaw before you slowly start easing his length into you inch by inch. You hadn’t done this in a while and certainly not with Taeyong, which is why the poor boy has almost sat up in bewilderment, eyes wild as he looks down at your feverish desire for him. 

“Oh God, Y/N…” he sounds like he’s underwater, like his breath is caught in his throat and you would have stopped if his hand didn’t go to your hair, holding you in place, telling you otherwise. So you keep going lower, never minding the slobber that drools out of you inelegantly and anoints him. You wanted him inside you like this, all the way in your throat where he’d never been, and you were going to make it happen. 

“Fuck, baby, fuck…” he’s whimpering now, moaning like it was too much and you almost take mercy on him. Almost. But you were so close now and you wanted him to be in the deepest parts of you because it was him. It was Taeyong, the boy who took your heart and broke down your walls and taught you what it was like to be loved without condition. You wanted to give him every part of you, good and bad. In this moment, you decide that you will love him with the same fervent worship that he loves you. That you would pleasure him with the same passionate devotion he pleasures you. And that you would stay by his side for as long as he would have you. It was strange, having this epiphany whilst his cock was lodged all the way in your throat.

You come up then, wiping your chin on the back of your hand and move up with the sudden hunger to kiss him. The riot in your chest has changed to something else, perhaps a feral craving, like you needed to hold this boy down and have him and drive him wild so he was whimpering, sobbing, begging for repentance. You needed him to be bare for you in a way he had never been exposed to anyone before.

So you kiss him deep, kiss him like a promise, vowing all you had thought in your head with your lips before he’s even had a chance to say something. He has noticed your energy shift because his arms are around you, holding you to him protectively, even though you dare not put your entire weight on him. You pull back to look at him and he sees such tempestuous emotion on your face that it makes him worry.

“Baby--” he begins but you cut him off.

“--I want you inside of me.” you announce and lean in to kiss him briefly, mostly so he wouldn’t protest or sit up or take over. You pull back and arrange the cushions around him once more, making sure that he is well and truly secure. You reach into the couch and pull out a condom that you always had stashed in there just in case. He looks at you tenderly and combs your hair away from your face with his fingers and you rip the foil open and carefully roll it down his length. When he is nice and wrapped, you bring your hands to the hem of your shirt because you want to give him a full view. He helps you take it off along with your pants and you position yourself on top of him, aligning him to yourself. You lean over to peck him on the lips.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” you tell him and he holds your hips, nodding as he helps you sink down onto him. Truth be told, he wouldn’t stop this even if it hurt him because this was Taeyong’s personal heaven. You place your hands on his chest and begin rolling your hips, setting a slow, sensual, torturous rhythm that has Taeyong seeing stars. Soon, your moans and gasps are harmonizing and you think that this is perfect. This is where you belong. You were made for each other. You were born for each other. You wanted him in ways you had never wanted anyone before. 

You look at him as you sink down fully, feeling him deep and full and you squeeze around him as you lift back up. You don’t pick up the pace, not yet. You just want to see this boy losing his mind as you stroked him with your wet warmth, squeezing him, building his rapture more than he could bear. 

Taeyong’s hiding away, and for a moment you wonder if it is because he’s ashamed of feeling this amount of pleasure. He has one forearm thrown over his eyes and the sounds that escape him are trembling keens, like he’s in pain, like he’s being tortured. Every now and then, his breath hitches in his throat and he trembles all over.

So you move his arm and lean over him, taking his face in your palms and kissing his lips. “Look at me, baby.” you whisper at him and he obliges. You kiss the side of his face, over and over, lovingly, almost chastely but your hips are lewd against his, and he doesn’t know what to think anymore.

“I love you, Taeyong. So much. Did you know that?” You say to him, right in his ear as your hips start to make quick work of his shaft. You have him putty, you can see it and for a while, there is victory in your smile. You have him where you wanted him because he’s barely present anymore. All he can feel is your sinfully sweet warmth holding him prisoner and he’s lightheaded. He feels nothing but euphoria, he smells nothing but your scent clouding his senses, he hears nothing but your moans, ringing in his ears like incantations. 

You want him this way, crazed and gone, but the desire to have your name on his pretty lips when you’ve stripped him this bare is strong. So you grab his hair in a stronghold to bring him back, placing your lips close to his. “Say my name, baby.”

“Y/N…” he says in a broken cry and holds your hips as he starts thrusting up into you but you stop him. You know he is close, you know he wants an end to this overstimulation, but you finally have him where he seldom lets you have him. And you want to savour it, have this moment be yours for as long as you wanted.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you need me.” you know it in your heart but you want to hear it. Hear it when he is most vulnerable. Hear your name from his lips like a prayer when he comes undone. You’re going all out on him now, moving your hips against him like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuckkk, Y/N, I love you! I need you! I need you so much it drives me crazy. I need you, I need you… fuck, baby I’m going to come…” his eyes are closing, the words are coming out of him strained, and you watch victoriously. Like you’ve finally pulled the confession you wanted out of your criminal after sweet, prolonged torture. You make him look at you.

“Ahhh fuck, Y/N…” his yell ends in a croak, and you halt your movements, climbing off of him to take him in your hand, pulling the condom off and pumping him quick while your mouth sucks on the tip, tasting yourself on him. His hips buck into you involuntarily as he holds your hair, saying your name over and over like you wanted, spilling his seed into your willing mouth. He watches with amazement as you swallow everything he gives you, pumping him with your hand fast into your wanton mouth. 

He slumps back when he’s done and you’re on top of him, kissing him with your dirty mouth. The poor boy looks too worked out to kiss you back with much presence. So you smile and let him be for a moment so you could clean up. You bring him back a wet towel and a fresh pair of boxers. You begin attending to him, softly cleaning him up and for once in your relationship, he is too spent to protest. He lets you care for him. Usually, he was the one who would do this after sex, but here he lies, too injured, too blissed out, too exhausted. So he lets his girlfriend take care of him and if he were being honest with himself, it felt nice to be looked after like that. It made him feel safe, like deserved the love he was receiving. He lets his eyes droop and drifts off for a moment till he feels your weight behind him, your arms encircling him, holding his wide back to your chest. He feels your swollen lips in the spot at the back of his ear and he hums sleepily. 

Maybe you’re in the sweet afterglow of sex but you feel warm and full and whole and loved with your boyfriend in your arms. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything.” You tell him softly in his ear and Taeyong melts. He believes the words you tell him, almost like he’s hearing them, really hearing them for the first time. He wants to say so much back but all he can manage is a hum deep in his chest and you feel the reverberation before you hear the sound and it makes you smile. 

Maybe when he wakes up, he would tell you how much you meant to him. How thankful he was that you had given him your heart. How you had stuck by him even when his love and passion for you seemed to suffocate you. He finally believed that you wanted to keep him with just as much severity as he wanted you. So he let himself be held as he drifted off in the arms of the woman he loved, wishing that being surrounded in her scent would help him dream of her, too.

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(inspired by this ask the lovely @fourdrinkamy got!)

“Oh!” The Sergeant smiles widely at her phone before looking up, surveying the little group that’s gathered around her. “Do you guys mind if my husband joins us for a minute? He’s just gotten off his shift.”

There’s the typical rushed murmur of agreement and “of course not!” before Amy begins writing something on her phone.

“Who’s her husband?” One of the rookies asks in a hushed tone at the other end of the bar where the new team members had sort of congregated - they’d been a bit too timid to sit closer with the rest of the uniformed officers that Amy had invited out for drinks at Shaw’s after a particularly tough week for them.

“Detective Peralta from the first floor.” One of the less rookie-ish rookies (god they really need a better labeling system for that) answers, much to the first askers surprise.

“The... uh... the goofball?”

Gary a few seats beside them grins. That was probably the nicest descriptor the poor woman could’ve thought of when being reminded of the chaos-made-human that sometimes descended from the first floor unto theirs, bringing with him stories of crazy heists or trying to rope some of them into his convoluted plans during bigger meetings of the precinct.

“Yeah. He’s a bit odd.” Rookie Level 5 (hm, maybe that’s not a good labeling plan either) nods. “Sometimes I wonder what the Sarge sees in him, but she married him, so...” He shrugs.

“Hard to imagine someone as professional and high-strung as Sergeant Santiago going for that kind of crazy.”

“Well, you never know.” Rookie Level 5 (now marked down as bit of a creep he should keep an eye on after that wink and laugh, Gary thinks) answers.

And they really don’t know, he thinks. He doesn’t fault them for that - it took quite a while for him to figure it out too, only presented with the Santiago-Peralta team in ‘professional’ settings that Jake always tried to make as unprofessional as possible while Amy next to him huffed and tried to keep them both in the lane.

They’ll probably understand faster than him, though, given the current setting. The soft shock on all their faces when the sergeant turned up for this casual get-together in a flowery, dark-coloured dress instead of the well-pressed suit they all expected from her even out of uniform had already unsettled their pre-conceived imagie of her a little bit.

Gary’s musings are quickly interrupted by a very loud, very boisterous voice.

“Eyoh! Look at New York’s Finest drinking some of New York’s worst!”

Amy rolls her eyes at him with a fond smile while Jake makes his way through the group, greeting most of them with another joke that only half of them understand, but most laugh at out of politeness, until he settles down next to her. There’s a moment of hesitation in his movements before he leans over to kiss her cheek, as if he’s afraid she might actually pull away in this setting - he’s definitely not afraid to kiss her hello when he visits her at her desk downstairs, but it’s a different feeling to this, all eyes of her squad on them, so he quickly leans back again to grin at them all and make another quip about drink recommendations in this place if they really want to get to know each other, winkwink.

Rookie Level 1 (yeah, it really doesn’t work) scoffs and shoots Rookie Level 5 (damn, it’s kind of stuck though) a look that he repeats with a nod. Peralta is really making sure to cement their image of him for the next few minutes - immediately pulling the situation to him as the class clown that he is, entertaining the closer row of officers near him with some new story from upstairs that only half sounds over-exaggerated. He’s all swinging arms and loud noises and wide grins, and Gary wonders if any of the others are able to make out the little details that belie his persona or if he’s just too aware of them now himself.

The way he’ll turn towards Amy at the end of every story with his grin, as if waiting for her reaction first and foremost, and only continuing when he sees her smile even as she shakes her head. The fact that he remembered all of their names in his comical greetings, and even tries to pull in the rookie group at the end of the bar into the conversation. The slightest hint of a serious face inbetween his rambling, his eyes doing a quick once-over of the whole bar and their group as if to make sure everyone’s still okay - a detective skill he clearly can never turn off.

It’s not much - it’d give away the game if it was any more obvious - but it’s enough for Gary to remember that underneath all the bravado and jokester behaviour, he’s still Sergeant Amy Santiago’s husband, and for a reason.

-*-

That reason shows itself about twenty minutes later, when his first beer is finished and the conversations of the group have broken back into their own areas, talking about their week or about upcoming assignments, sharing academy anecdotes or first-arrest-stories. Gary is sure detective Peralta would happily jump into these talks as well if he only heard them, but there’s no way he’s listening to anything but Amy next to him, a tad too noisy after her second beer as she tells him about something that happened at work today.

Gary tries his best to catch Rookie Level 1′s attention, and diverts it towards the pair with an eyebrow raise and a soft side-nod of the head.

“Oh.” Level 1 (her name is Lisa, he thinks? He needs to check the rooster.) says, quietly, and he nods again. She sees. (She’s a quick one, he really needs an eye on her for future assignments.)

And what she sees is proof enough of what the Sarge sees in her goofball husband, too.

They’ve seem to have gone into their own little bubble after the main attention drifted away from them, talking in hushed tones about their son and how someone had just texted them an update on the babysitting evening. And within that bubble, it almost seems like someone had cut the strings of the muppet-like actions of the Peralta they all know.

His whole body language seems to shift - his shoulders are hanging low as he leans closer and closer to Amy next to him, his face in his hand as he hooks his arm over the backrest behind her, his eyes stuck on her and whatever story she’s telling him about right now. There’s the softest smile on his face, and a shine to his eyes as she animatedly - almost as animated as he usually is - talks between hiccups from the beer she’s drinking a little bit too fast.

The air has gone out of him, but not in a bad way - he’s far more settled than usual, like someone dialed down his usual speed. He still grins and nods and raises his eyebrows high in reactions to what Amy is saying, but he also absent-mindedly reaches over and tucks a stray piece of her hair behind her ear, his hand trailing down her neck for a second after it. Gary’s sure that as it drops down underneath the table, it definitely reaches for hers to hold.

“Yeah”, Lisa (it’s definitely Lisa, he remembers her introducing herself to him a few weeks ago more clearly now) nods towards him, quietly and with a smile. “Yeah, I get it.” as Peralta leans even closer to Amy, whispers something soft into her ear that makes her giggle, and giggle a little more when he presses a little kiss right beside her ear.

He stands up, out of the bubble, and withing seconds the persona is back as he grins at them all.

“Welp, I better take my wife home before I have to carry her home.” He extolls, before - of course - looking down again with a smile. “Just joking, babe, I know you can hold your own when it comes to New York’s Worst at Shaw’s.”

The Sergeant rolls her eyes again, but she also takes his offered arm as she stands up, tells them all to have a good rest of the night and enjoy their weekend off properly, and they could catch the slightest of winks into Jake’s direction from her if they only looked close enough.

He loops an arm around her waist as he says his goodbyes as well, and uses it to both support her and steer her as they leave, Amy clearly a bit less sure on her feet than she usually is. He wraps her scarf around her neck at the clothesrack at the front of the bar, tugs her jacket down after she’s slipped into it with waving arms and buttons the last few buttons for her that her fingers fumble at, and Lisa smiles at Gary as Amy stumbles for the door and is immediately held at bay again by her husband’s soft grip on her arm.

“Yeah, I can see it.” She says, and Gary nods.

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