#so i bet i couldn't fuck up worse than what's already happened

[thesmpisonfire]

Okay so, I wanna talk about my sonboy Richas, my guy Felps, their relationship, and everything about yesterday as well

So, lets go :D

First thing, Felps actually really don't like taking care of Richas when he's without his armor

Felps has the terrible memory of being the one (together with Cellbit) to watch Richas first death. The three were at a cave and Felps and Cellbit were taken down first and had to watch Richas getting swarmed and die far from their grasp

The death was reverted, but still, when Felps logged in next time, Richas had JUST died to the bull again, so he already had 1 life. It was the very same day, just a couple hours after. Felps always reinforced about the armor, to the point he didn't let Richas take it off even when safe at Foolishs place when he could see Leo didn't wear it

Felps fucking loves that kid, he's just the quieter dad. He won't scream that much, when he panics, he shuts down and focus on the problem. He's the best dad to talk about feelings and often is the one who talks Richas out of his spiraling self deprecating thoughts, while other dads don't have the same touch

Felps has the patience to talk with Richas and hear Richas points. He always is the one talking him into a shower even if it takes a whole trip beforehand so Richas can have fun before it. He sings a lil song to get him through a shower. Ever since he came back from the lab, he trusts Richas a lot with his own strength, he knows Richas can defend himself even better than Felps can defend himself

It means a lot that Felps is the only dad Richas will listen to more easily, even if sometimes it takes a lot of talk and bargain to do so. Richas is a difficult kid, he channels all his sadness and pain into being silly and overly courageous, which means he will be a disobedient kid, he will put himself in danger, he won't listen to his dads if he can make a joke about it and it has been getting worse lately

Richas is Not doing okay, he's constantly scared of losing the ones he love, he feels easily replaceable which makes him panic and act out in 'jealousy'. He has said before he fears his siblings don't really like him and it's why he always wants to have family around, he knows he's a problem and has even apologized to Bad about it once. He thinks he can't express his love through words when he has written so many beautiful things, he paints bc its how he thinks he can better translate his care

Yesterday, after Bad took him and Felps to the graveyard and out of it, Richas went back with Felps and put some flowers around their graves. A small talk started when Felps wondered if the dead eggs were looking down at them, but also couldn't really believe it because they'd be too far up there to actually see anything. Richas then said how people used to tell him Bobby was up in between the stars, but they stopped telling him that 'story'. Then, this talk happened

"Do you think they'd [Dead eggs Richas never met] like me?"

"Ofc they would! Everyone loves you! They'd love you, Richas"

"If I had died today, would I meet them?"

Felps goes quiet for a couple seconds here, then goes back to talking

"Maybe, maybe not. We can never be sure, Richas. What if you died and it's just nothing after, huh? It's a big bet. You can't keep thinking like that and then go throw yourself in front of a zombie horse to find out if they're at the other side"

"Yeah, I wouldn't be able to annoy all the dads, it wouldn't be worth it... I'd miss you all so much" (He used the word saudade)

"Awwn... But you would be dead, Richas. We would be the ones missing you, we would be the ones staying behind"

And to me this is a very telling moment. Because Richas didn't realize people would miss him as well, he just thought about how he'd miss being with the others. He also says how he'd be in hell, missing his family but also laughing at tragedy. When Felps asks why hell, Richas goes "You really think I'd end up in heaven? With the way I am?"

Felps spends the rest of the stream hyping Richas up, telling him how much he's loved and how much everyone cares for him. Felps manages to get through Richas after a while, and they have a nice moment together. Richas already arrived to the square without armor, after having recently argued with Forever about it, and Felps didn't mind bc that area was all lightened up so less mobs were spawning, plus the aforementioned trusts he has on Richas

No one expected the horse because it came from outside the square, right out the border, and literally fell on top of them. Felps was quick to go after it, and Richas was caught out of surprise and got height damage as well, eating through 2 totems (and also having to switch out the other ones from his hand due to the rule)

Felps was smart about the horse, he always hit up high so there wouldn't be any risk of a misclick, he hit crit after crit pushing the horse away so he could better kill it without risking Richas, and he did it! I understand BBHs scare but everything was already solved and Richas was halfway being revived already

If anything, the trip to the cemetery scared Felps more than it did Richas. Richas is well used to the threat of death, he plays with it by jumping into mines and purposefully walking without armor around Forever. But Felps isn't. He wants his kid safe, he wants him alive. Felps was willing to never come back if it meant Richas could have an extra life, he would die over and over for that kid

After everything, he talked with Richas, and the kid didn't rlly need to be convinced to wear his armor now that he knew how the square can be tricky. Felps didn't need to yell, or compare Richas to anyone, or play lil games. Just a talk, and Felps' trust that Richa would now do his part, and he did!

Each mob they encountered next, Richas and Felps stayed side by side. Felps let Richas kill them first bc he knows Richas likes it, but always helping and telling him how he was doing it well. When they were rowing around later in the boat, music playing, Felps went on about how it was all that mattered

Richas was alive, Felps was alive, they got a scare but they were okay now. And it was all worth it for these calm, happy moments. These were the ones that should be remembered, the ones that made it all worth it

#qsmp #felps #q!richarlyson

[angel-of-the-moons]

A Rose Under The Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc, Jake, Steven) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Angst. Angst angst angst! Mentions of childhood trauma, child abuse, self-doubt

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long guys, I've been going through... well, a lot lately and it pained me because I wanted to work on so much but I've been so emotionally-burnt out I've been struggling creatively (Yet again falling into the age-old trap of "My stuff is never as good as ___'s" that many of us struggle with)

But I'm hoping, that with this, I can start to feel a bit better!

Taglist: @bad4amficideas @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @shirukitsune @lokisremainingsanity @mundivagantsoul @furblrwurblr @zoleea-exultant @latenightcravingz @daygirl26 @thelastemzy @leahnicole1219 @marsmallow433 @crazyunsexycool @oscarissac2099 @littlenosoul @animechick555 @capsiclesworldsblog @cloudroomblog @lov3vivian @princessakirika

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Chapter 10:

On The Wings Of An Icarus

Jake knew Layla still didn’t fully trust him, based on his propensity for violence. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if she downright hated him, and only tolerated him and spoke politely to save face, for Marc and Steven’s sake.

But, god help him if he didn’t go all out after that night; the night he noticed your soul mark. He showed no mercy on those that Khonshu dispensed him after. Layla practically had to knock him out to get him off; and if he didn’t reign in his control when he did, Marc and Steven would have known something was up. That calm, cool, and collected Jake had cracked because of something and he knew they would attempt to either front or co-front to find out what had shaken him so.

He fisted the glass in his gloved hand, reigning himself in just enough to avoid cracking it.

Three crescent moons, all connected. Each one waxing or waning depending on who was in control of their body or simply co-fronting. You said so yourself.

God, who else could that be referencing if not he, Marc, and Steven? He doubted it was just a goddamned coincidence.

It killed him that he had to keep it a secret from the two of them, but he had no choice. It hurt worse knowing that he wouldn’t be able to tell you–probably never.

You were so… so close. And so far. Like a mirage of an oasis in the desert, always on the horizon, tangible enough to see but not close enough to touch, to hold in his hands.

But… even if they couldn't approach you as their soulmate... Jake could at least let Marc and Steven have you as their friend. Maybe that would assuage the tugging he already knew that they felt.

He had to think of an excuse for if–when–they noticed your mark… Steven would most likely notice it first; he had a habit of looking anywhere else other than someone’s face when he conversed with them, picking at his oversized sleeves and keeping his eyes moving while over-informative words poured from his mouth. Marc was… less observant to such things.

But he would definitely notice if he spent more time with you (not as significantly as Steven does, but still), Marc would get comfortable, enough to let his eyes wander, to open himself up to you. After all… you were their soulmate, it was only natural to feel safe enough around the other half of your very existence, to let your guard down. It was a dangerous game Jake was betting on, being so close to you. He wanted to keep you away, to keep you safe.

But… was it so wrong they have this? Even just a friend? All the horrors they'd been subjected to, the pain, the abuse, the loss… Would it still be so bad to have you, even in that tiny capacity?

But at the same time… if Khonshu tried to use you as leverage–assuming he didn't already know about you–he wouldn't be able to contain himself if something happened under Khonshu’s supervision, as lax as it could be at times.

If someone hurt you? Fuck, he would snap.

He would fight and keep fighting until whoever it was was a bloody mass of pulp and bone fragments.

He looked into his glass of bourbon, a smoky honey flavor that tasted like it had been aged close to a decade. A bit pricey, given the pub he was at, but he needed something right now, something strong enough to numb his mounting anxiety.

His hand slid beneath his jacket to touch his shirt, his gloved fingers knotting in the crisp white fabric as he remembered the night when that human trafficker stabbed him, and he subsequently ripped the knife out.

He'd apologized to you, then, without realizing it was you he apologized to, for being so reckless.

But now that he knew... the guilt came back. How could he be so reckless? So foolhardy as to not take note of his surroundings to prevent that?

You could feel each other's pain. That realization made the abuse he and Marc–and even Steven to a degree–suffered with as a child even worse. The pain your tiny, frail body probably felt–the burns, the welts, the patches of ripped out curls…

He remembered, when he first came into existence; when it got too bad, he would front momentarily to take the worst of the injuries Wendy would inflict upon their poor young body. Marc didn't even know what was happening in the beginning, nor did Steven.

But Jake always knew.

It was like his burden, his own personal curse as the protector. He was cursed with the knowledge that he knew things he couldn't tell others, to protect everyone around him.

Marc, Steven, Layla…

And now you, it seemed.

How could he…

“Jake?” Layla asked, her hand gripping his thick forearm in her small, soft hand, her dark brows pinched upwards in concern. “You were… spacing. Looked like you were thinking about killing someone.” She added.

Jake pinched the bridge of his nose tightly, hissing between his teeth. He could feel it, Marc–or perhaps Steven–threatening to swim to the surface of their headspace to investigate the turmoil and inner upset Jake was overthinking on.

“Lo siento.” He muttered, looking at her for a moment before tipping the glass and downing the last mouthful of bourbon before continuing. “I was…”

“Thinking about her. I can tell.” She admitted, turning her barstool so she could face him, her lips pursed in a thin line.

This was difficult. With Marc and Steven, Layla always knew an approach. But with Jake, she never bothered to learn one. She didn't trust him–not fully, yet–so she never felt the need. From how she found out about him, how the other two figured out that they weren’t the only two inhabiting the body… He never really gave Layla an “in”, so to speak; to learn more and break past those emotional barriers that crumbled when she spoke to Marc or Steven. Damn him and his apparent emotional stoicism!

But seeing just how tortured she finally realized he felt… yeah, Jake did bad things on behalf of that old codger, Khonshu, but…

He carried so much weight on his own shoulders, withheld so much pain to protect others that he may as well have been Atlas, doomed to carry the world on his back for all eternity, never being able to shirk the weight like the mythological person.

It dawned on her, that night on the rooftop over your shop and flat, just how little she truly knew about Jake Lockley.

She didn't know anything she didn't want to know, even from Marc or Steven's mouth. It was just her way, after her father died and Marc fell into her life; to not ask too many questions so she could sleep just a wink better than the nights before.

Jake was violent, scary, methodical… but was he really? Or did she just paint him that way to justify her distrust over the fact Khonshu still used him as Moon Knight and used him to rope poor Marc and Steven back into the role as his Fist?

He wasn't some scary boogeyman, he was… a guy. A guy who loved his “brothers”, his friends, who protected–and loved–fiercely and with his whole being. A man now struggling with the weight of flinging himself into the very instincts so many throughout their lives craved to feel when they finally found their soulmate, or simply denying the possible bliss of being cradled in your loving arms, spending the rest of your lives together…

“Sí, it's… I'm trying to think of a way to keep Marc and Steven in the dark. Maybe if… if I just let them think of her as a friend...” He sighed.

Layla frowned. Okay that was another reason that reminded her why she didn't fully trust him, yet. The fact he was willing to hide such important things from Marc and Steven to “protect” them.

Yes, it was important to protect them, but some things are just inevitable, bound to be found out.

It's the difference between ripping off a bandage or pulling a child out of a clean room.

Pulling off the bandage, yeah, it'll hurt for a moment but it will pass.

However, if you put a child inside of a sterile bubble, the moment that bubble bursts, their immune system will be compromised and they won't be able to adjust to the changing environment around them…

“Jake… sometimes you just have to rip off the band-aid.” Layla replied. “You won't be able to hide this–hide her–from them forever.”

He wiped at his face, and made a frustrated groan. The buzz of the alcohol did little to ease his concerns. After all, once he took up the mantle tonight, his buzz would evaporate like dew beneath the summer sun. Not that London saw much of that these days.

“I know, Layla. I'm just… trying to buy time.”

“Jake… when it comes to your soulmate…” Layla said, giving him a sympathetic look.

“You don't have enough money in the world to do that. It will happen. Whether you're all ready for it or not.”

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Jake hadn't slept well that night. Marc and Steven needed a break, so they were still in the back of his mind, in the headspace, not really conscious of what Jake had been doing inside the body. They thankfully agreed to let Jake assume control, to give his headmates a much-needed break.

“Just like old times?” Layla had quipped sardonically, and, of course, Jake had to pretend the comment didn't hurt him at all. It did, but… he still didn't want her to feel bad about saying it.

Sure, he's done questionable and sometimes horrible things, but it was all for them. Marc, Steven, Layla, innocent people, and now… you.

Beautiful, sweet, oblivious you.

He'd started coming to your shop more, under the excuse that you had good coffee (which honestly you begged to differ, it was merely stuff you bought in bulk at the market) and the quiet atmosphere was more relaxing than a regular cafe; which even you agreed was rather dead. Many people didn’t stop in for a cuppa when simply buying old sci-fi novels…

Jake had even gone so far as to bring the stacks of books that Steven had been meaning to bring to you for a trade-in credit, just for another excuse to come in to see you.

It was all to keep you safe, to make sure nobody bothered you, to make sure you were doing okay.

He promised himself there was nothing less.

But even so, you were the candle flame to his moth, and he was drawn to you.

Drawn to you, but knowing if they got too close or touched you, they would burn, and there would be no going back once they did. What was that saying about flying too close to the sun?

He just… he couldn't let any of you know that he knew. As painful as it was to admit, he was already falling for you and he couldn’t bear to face it for fear of throwing caution to the wind and losing it all.

Not until today, not until he went to the market down the block, in search of something to cook for dinner. It was pouring outside, despite the forecasters saying to expect sleet. No, no, of course it wouldn't be sleet. It was just freezing cold rain. Rain that felt like tiny frozen icicles hitting his skin in fat droplets.

He shook his jacket, the droplets falling from the leather and onto the large carpet beneath his feet at the entrance. After that, Jake pulled his cap back up and nodded politely to the greeter and proceeded his way inside. He was craving something, but wasn’t sure what. Something with a little kick, something with meat. So, undecided on what in particular he wanted to eat, he settled for wandering the aisles, randomly picking up items here and there, pretending to read the labels until he made up his fractured mind.

“Jake? Jake Lockley?”

His head whipped up so quickly he almost felt his vertebrae snap when he lifted his eyes to meet yours, innocent and twinkling as you appeared so sure of your guess. You were instinctively right, of course, but the inner jokester within him was tempted to fake Marc’s voice to mess with you.

He shoved his hands into his jeans–mostly to conceal how badly they were shaking–and tossed you what he hoped was a charming, convincing smirk, “Ah. Caught me red-handed, Rosa. How’d you guess?”

“Well, aside from the fact you’re wearing your trademarked hat and jacket…” You playfully tapped your nose and winked at him. “...You look like you just caught a whiff of–and stepped in--horse shit.”

Jake couldn’t suppress himself, chuckling and shaking his head, “That’s a… unique way of putting it.”

“I’m full of surprises!” You beamed proudly, “So, what’re you here for? I don’t think I’ve bumped into you here, before!”

“Ah, I’m here to… well, find something to eat. Or well, more accurately, something to cook to eat.” He sighed and tipped his head. “I might just buy a frozen dinner and call it a night.”

The offended gasp his comment elicited from you made butterflies flitter about in his belly. He felt like a teenager talking to the popular girl he had a crush on in school.

“Oh no you will not! So many of those have awful preservatives and just aren’t healthy for you!” You tut, reminding him so much of Steven. He couldn’t hold back his smile as you ranted and spoke about healthy eating habits, honestly reminding him of Steven in this moment.

His attention began to wonder as he took in every bit of your face–every blemish or thing you may consider yourself to be an imperfection, tracing every dip and contour of your cheeks, nose, and the slope of your jaw…

“You know what–” You huffed, the hand that wasn’t holding your basket firmly planted on your hip. “No. Why don’t you come have dinner with me? The thought of you making something like some yucky frozen meatloaf is just… blegh.”

Jake felt his brain record-scratch, finally being pulled out of his admiring stupor. “I–what? Oh, no, no, I don’t think that…” He floundered.

Him! The Jake Lockley, left without a quip to be uttered!

“Nah.” You say, walking past him. “I'm making you dinner. C’mon, I’ll need help grabbing stuff.”

On sheer instinct, he followed you like an obedient puppy. “Look, uh, I…”

“Not takin’ no for an answer, Lockley. Now, c’mon!”

The man was hopeless. All he could do was admire your figure and personality once again. Sweet, gentle–but also fiery and bull-headed when it suited you.

Jake fished his phone out of his pocket and pulled up Layla’s number, texting;

“Order something out for dinner, La-La… It looks like I have plans.”

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Chapter 11: Soonish (I promise)

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockely x reader #moon knight x reader #soulmate au

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Your only chance

(dark!)Yandere FO!General Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Category: Twisted Letter - I recommend you read the informations for twisted letters first ->here<- if you haven't already.

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the warnings!

Warnings: NSFW, Poe is a perv, mention of male masturbation, possessive Poe, yandere themes(?), dirty thoughts.

Hello Precious,

do you miss me? Did you think about me? Because you can bet I sure did miss you. I bet the Resistance has some real trouble without me by their side. I'm gonna be honest with you here, let me spill the beans: remember my last mission a few months ago when the Resistance - you, saw me for the last time?

I switched sides. I joined the First Order, I was sick of constantly losing my friends, always running, always fighting, over and over again. I just couldn't stand it anymore. Call me crazy if you want but I made a decision. As the First Order became stronger, I began to realize that fighting against them would make everything worse for the Galaxy.

It's true the First Order suffers under being called the big bad evil, just like the Galactic Empire, but it really just depends on the leaders. After I joined them they of course interrogated me, I spilled everything about the Resistance I had, every top secret operation, revealed the bases, and I even snitched about some Resistance spies within the First Order.

And you know what they did? What they gave me in return? They promoted me to a General, they gave me my own fleet to command, my own loyal Stormtroopers, my own Resurgent Star Destroyer.

The First Order welcomed me, they gave me power. And all that just because I did the right thing - to fight for the right side.

But enough about me, let's talk about you.

Did you know I had - still have - a crush on you? From the very first day you joined the Resistance. I can still remember how Leia introduced you to me. She gave me the order to make sure you were prepared for your tasks. I did just that, watched you doing your tasks, and I liked what I saw.

In the following weeks you became a good member, following your orders obediently, you were proud of being in the Resistance. And I'm pretty sure you knew how much I liked you - how much I wanted you...

I mean, didn't you notice how I was looking at you every time during briefings? Perhaps not because I was almost always sitting at the darker corner of the room.

Whenever I praised you, putting a hand on your shoulder, it always stayed there for a moment longer than necessary. I just liked touching you...

I gotta admit, everytime when I saw someone else touching you I just wanted to rip them apart...

But don't worry, I wasn't mad at you for flirting or touching someone else - after all you didn't knew about my secret crush on you, so I forgive you.

And speaking of touching...

I bet you knew how flirty I could get sometimes, but you didn't know how dirty I can get, right?

How you thought I wouldn't pump my fist up and down my rock hard cock after thinking about you every single night? Sometimes, late at night I even paid you visits, stroking my cock over, and over again until I shot my cum on your thigh. Almost every night, again and again... I wished you could have been awake to see how hard you made me, how you made me feel, how feral you've made me...

The things I wanted to do with you. You don't know how hard I fought the urge to just wake you up and fuck you stupid, ravage your body until morning...

And now that I'm at the First Order? Now I want you back. I want to show you how good it is to be on my side.

I'm going to make sure you will belong to me, just like back in the Resistance...

You may not know it but you've always belonged to me, from day one.

I wrote you this message so you know how I feel about you, what happened to me.

I hope you read the message as soon as possible because I know exactly where you are, which base - and I'm coming.

And don't be afraid when you see my fleet arrive, you will be captured and brought to me.

But don't bother warning the Resistance, it won't change anything - even if you get evacuated from the base - I will find you eventually...

Your only chance to be part of the future of the Galaxy is with being by my side.

And lastly, don't fight against my troops or you will be stunned.

I will see you soon, Precious.

-- P. D.

#dark!poe dameron #dark poe dameron #poe dameron #yandere poe dameron #fo!poe dameron #first order!poe #first order poe dameron #oscar isaac #star wars

[jessybarnes]

Love Dust

Title: Love Dust

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,245

Tags: SMUT, Angst, fluff, sex pollen, kink: harder, find the cure, arguing, sexual tension, minor injuries, masturbation, mutual masturbation, wall sex, unprotected sex, choking, biting, oral sex (female receiving), kissing, multiple orgasms, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it but please let me know if I forgot something.

Written For: @kinktober2022 , @buckybarnesbingo , and @badthingshappenbingo

Square(s) Filled: Sex Pollen for Kinktober // B2 - Kink: Harder for Bucky Barnes Bingo // O1 - Find The Cure for Bad Things Happen Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza 

"Bucky? Hey, Buck can you hear me?"

You were partnered with the super soldier on the most recent mission, and things started out bad and kept getting worse. 

The two of you didn't really get along, to begin with. Add that to the fact that neither of you agreed with the other's decisions, and well, that's how you ended up here, in this dark, dilapidated room. 

The walls are cement, the floor is concrete, there are no windows, and the only light is coming from a little vent on the wall by the steel door. 

Neither of you is restrained, but you're a hundred percent certain the door is locked. Instead of wasting your time trying to pry it open, you decide to check on Bucky. After all, he's the one with super soldier serum running through his veins, and with his super strength and metal arm, he's your best bet at getting out. 

You crouch down and brush his shoulder-length hair out of his face. He really is beautiful, but you'd never tell him that to his face. He'd never let you live that confession down. 

He's got a pretty gnarly gash above his eyebrow but other than that, he's unscathed. Well, from what you can immediately determine anyway. You gently roll him onto his back and press two fingers to his neck to check for a pulse. 

Okay, so at least he's not dead.

His chest rises and falls and you can't help but run your fingers over his silver hand. The metal is cool and you flatten his palm to look at the intricate grooves. You've always been fascinated with the inner workings and design of his prosthetic, but never had a chance to look at it up close. Until now.

"The fuck are you doing?" 

You jump and scoot back to give him some room, "sorry… you were out cold and I couldn't get you to wake up." 

He raises an eyebrow, "so you decide the best way to do that is to play with my metal hand?" 

"Just shut up and help me get us out of here."

Bucky sits up and looks around. He doesn't remember much other than the stubborn tactics that got the two of you surrounded by Hydra agents. 

He stands and rolls the sleeve of his red Henley up to expose his metal forearm before gripping the door handle. 

"You should probably stand back." 

You roll your eyes, "I'm fine. Would you just do it already? I'm hungry and want to shower." 

He shrugs and gives the handle a hard tug. Nothing happens so he fixes his stance and uses both arms to pull as hard as he can. 

You stand and watch with your hands on your hips. Even though his efforts didn't work it was still nice to admire his back and arm muscles flexing. Just because you think Bucky's insufferable doesn't make him unattractive. You're only human. 

"Good try and all, but I don't think the door's gonna budge." 

Bucky sighs and lowers himself onto the floor again, the back of his head resting against the wall. Out of all the people he could have been trapped in a ten-by-ten empty room with it just had to be you. 

He's honestly not sure what Fury sees in you. Sure you're skilled in combat and can hold you're own on missions. He'd be lying if he said you weren't pretty, but your arrogant personality rubs him the wrong way. It's just like that saying goes, you can't have everything. 

"So, any ideas?" 

He doesn't even bother opening his eyes. 

"Not unless you got a way to bust through that thick, steel door." 

"So, we're just supposed to sit here then?" 

Bucky sighs, a twinge of annoyance hints in his tone. "Well, seeing as there's only us in here, and I'm the only one who would have been able to open the door, I don't see how we can do anything else." 

"That's really helpful," you deadpan. He grunts and you roll your eyes. You watch him from the opposite wall. He's always so nice to everyone else at the compound. Granted he doesn't talk that much or participate in the parties that Tony holds, but he never seems unpleasant with anyone else. So why is he that way with you? 

You can't put your finger on it, and so long as you are stuck in this tiny ass room with him you're going to figure out why. 

"What's your deal?"

Bucky cracks an eye open and subtly tilts his head toward you, "excuse me?"

"Why are you always such a dick to me?" 

He snorts and shakes his head, "I'm not getting into this with you, Y/N. My head hurts, I'm tired, and I'm not in the mood to open this can of worms right now." 

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can a hissing noise catches both of your attention. You look at the vent and begin to panic at the sight of a pale yellow mist flowing out. 

"Bucky? What the fuck is that?" 

"I…don't know…but whatever it is it can't be good." 

He stands and goes to pull on the door handle again, but to no avail. The dust-like substance floats in front of his face and he stumbles back, his body becoming overwhelmed with heat. 

"Bucky?!" 

He collapses onto all fours, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He's hot all over, and even though he hears you call out to him, he can't focus on anything but the thick, molten heat pooling in his groin. 

Once he can finally catch his breath he realizes something else. 

He can smell you. 

Bucky grits his teeth and tries so hard to ignore the intoxicating scent of your arousal. It's surrounding him, and he can't help the tent forming in his jeans. He's hard and leaking, his cock begging to be touched, and it's taking everything in him to keep himself from tearing your clothes off and pounding it into your tight, wet heat. 

You slowly get closer to him avoiding the yellow dust as best as you can. He's doubled over like he's in serious pain, and even though the two of you don't see eye to eye it doesn't mean you want him to suffer. 

Your hand gently touches his shoulder and he immediately whips his head around to look at you, your eyebrows shooting up in shock. 

Bucky's unrecognizable. His skin is flushed, his pupils are dilated, and his nostrils flare as his lip curls upwards. He looks absolutely feral and you aren't sure if it's because he wants to kill you or if he wants to devour you. 

He stands and turns to you, his shoulders moving up and down as he breathes. His fists clench at his sides and he inhales deeply, groaning as he closes his eyes. 

"You smell so fucking good, Y/N…"

"Bucky?" You hold your hands up as he stalks toward you, "please…y-you don't have to do this!" 

He backs you into the wall and plants a hand on either side of you. His face lowers down to yours and you turn your head to cower away. You're unsure what his motive is. Is he going to eat you? Is this some sort of cannibalistic dust that infects the people that ingest it? 

Bucky leans into your neck, his nose dragging along your throat as he breathes in again. 

"Mmm, wanna taste you…"

You push on his chest but it's no use. Trying to move him away is like trying to move a brick wall. 

There's no where for you to go. Bucky's blocking you from the front and the dust is slowly surrounding you from both sides. 

The first flakes of it dance across your face and it's like you've been dipped in a sea of lava. Your back arches off the wall and your panties immediately become soaked through. The throbbing between your legs is so intense that you can't even think straight.

One of your hands slides into your panties and you immediately push two fingers inside of yourself. It does nothing to soothe your need for release, but you just can't stop. 

Bucky growls and nearly tears his own off so he can fist his cock. He thrusts into his hand as he watches you, his eyes wild and primal. 

Your orgasm comes suddenly and you cry out as slick covers your hand. Bucky’s isn't far behind, seemingly endless ropes of cum bursting from his tip. 

Although it felt good, reaching your high did nothing to satiate the unbearable ache in your core. You rub fast circles on your clit while Bucky strokes up and down his still leaking cock. 

"Bucky," you whine desperately, his eyes fierce as he looks down at you, "i-it won't stop…" 

Bucky closes his eyes and swallows hard. He can hear how wet you are and the last shreds of his self control are dwindling away. 

"Buck, please I-I can't… We need to… to find the cure." 

"Fuck!" He growls and drags you down so you're laying on the floor, "gotta taste you, doll. Smell so fucking good." 

At this point, you'd let him do anything if it made you feel better. You lift your hips and he strips you, tossing your clothes somewhere behind him. He spreads your thighs apart and curses under his breath.

"Jesus, you're dripping all over the floor, baby." 

You whimper and circle your clit again, but he swats your hand away. 

"Please!" You beg. "Just please do something. I can't take much mo-OH, FUCK!" 

Bucky dives between your legs like a starved man. He uses his thumbs to spread you open, his tongue diving into your soaked cunt. He's relentless as he licks and sucks your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm. 

You're practically crying from how intense it feels and when he slips his tongue inside of you, it hurdles you over the edge. Bucky doesn't stop, his low groan vibrates through your core and makes you scream and squirt all over his face. 

"Bucky! Bucky oh, my g- oh, fuck! Baby please!" 

He finally lets you go and pulls his face away so he can look at you. His chin is shining from your cum and it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen. There's still a dull, pounding heat and your eyes fill with tears as your hand works its way to rub your clit again. 

"B-Bucky…" 

He shushes you and lifts you into his arms, "shh, I've got you, doll. I know, I know it hurts, but I'll make it better, okay?" 

You nod and grab onto his shoulders as he pushes you against the wall. His kiss is needy and rough as his cock stretches your pussy. 

Bucky can't fuck you fast enough. He's never been more feral for anyone than he is right now. His body pins you to the wall, his mouth ravishes your exposed skin in open-mouthed kisses, and the way your velvety cunt pulls him in is intoxicating. 

"Oh, baby," he groans deeply, "you feel so fuckin' good… taking my cock so well…"

"Harder, Bucky!" You cry out and throw your head back, his metal hand coming up to close around your throat. 

"Yeah, princess? You need me to fuck this little pussy harder?" He grips your side with his free hand, his hips pistoning upward with reckless abandon. "I'm gonna ruin you, doll. No one else will ever fuck you like this." 

"Oh, shit! Bucky! I-I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum oh, my god!" 

He squeezes your throat a little tighter and kisses you vigorously, "yeah, that's it, pretty girl…cum…cum all over my cock." 

His words are like a trigger, sending you over the edge for a third time, and it's intensity makes little spots dance in your vision. Bucky's release is right behind yours, his legs shaking as he cums with an animalistic shout. 

Bucky pants wetly against your lips and lets his metal arm slide down to grab your other hip. He turns around and sinks down to the floor with you in his lap, his cock slowly softening inside of you.

Your still shaking as you lay limp in his arms, his fingertips rubbing lightly up and down your back. It's quiet other than your breathing and you realize that you finally feel relief. 

You raise your head to thank him, but before you can, the door is blown off its hinges and hits the wall behind you making you jump. 

Bucky wraps his flesh arm protectively around you and raises his metal one to block the debris. He pulls you off of him and stands to put himself between you and whatever’s behind the dissolving dust. Naked or not, he won't let anyone hurt you. 

"Buck? Oh, thank god we found y-...wait, why don't you have clothes on? What's going on?" Steve gazes from him, to the yellow pollen-like substance on the floor, and back to Bucky. He's thoroughly confused until he notices you behind his best friend. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself. 

"I don't know what happened in here, but whatever it was I'm glad you two aren't at each other's throats anymore. The tension was getting to be too much, so I guess all I have to say is…

It's about damn time."

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[curseofaphrodite]

marks of a dying star

MATTHEO RIDDLE X FEM!READER

summary: your relationship with mattheo was tricky, and sometimes things go south faster than you intend it to.

NOTE; toxic relationship, not a happy ending even though there's no breakup, could be triggering cause it contains physical assault and mentions of attempted s/xual assault.

You bit down your lips so hard that you were sure the skin would break any second. All these years, you kept up the appearance of never being vulnerable, so you weren't going to start now. Not when he would enjoy it.

It's just another fight. It'll be fine. But of course, with Mattheo, every fight seemed like the last.

"Why the fuck did you leave me like that?" you screamed, hardly caring about the neighbors. You hoped for their sake that they were used to it by now. "Your friends creep me out, you know that."

"Nothing happened to you, right?" he asked, morbidly bored. "You're fine."

"What if something did? What if something already did?"

He paused on his way out, turning his head slowly. You expected worry, concern, or even anger. All you saw was a sly smile, with his eyes so evil that even you felt a stab of fear.

"Which one?" he whispered, already scheming something.

"What?"

"Which friend? It's either Arden or Theo, I'm certain."

Arden. You bit back the name, wondering what he was playing at. Why did he sound like someone walked into the trap he laid out? Why did he sound amused?

Either Arden or Theo.

No, the names he picked weren't just guesses. They were the only ones left alone with you last week in the club, when you were obviously acting uncomfortable. Instead of asking whether you wanted to go home, Mattheo had went to get more drinks. Theo had to go somewhere, and Arden started sprouting nonsense, about how beautiful you looked in the dim lights and how he bet you'd look more beautiful laid out under him. The flirting was common when your boyfriend wasn't around, as if Arden respected Mattheo more than you. (Or feared.)

Except that time, he was uncharacteristically drunk. He came too close, whispered promises of passion that sounded like threats, and you had wanted nothing more than to run away. When he started to touch your thigh, you spilled your wine on him and went after Mattheo. You couldn't bring yourself to tell him then, but after seeing Arden today, you decided to explain why you won't be spending time with some of his friends anymore.

That is, until something didn't make sense.

"Don't you want to know what happened?" you asked, feeling stupid. "Don't you want to know if I'm fucking fine?"

"I already know," he started to sound impatient. "Tell me who or I'll kill them both. I've seen their minds. I've seen the things they wanted to do to you—"

"You left on purpose," you connected the dots, your mouth going dry. Mattheo has always been a possessive guy, but sometimes his suspicions were irrational. He hated anyone who'd even look at you, and you often accused him of it. But he was determined to prove Arden's intentions weren't pure, so he used you as—

"Bait," you laughed, because you were too angry to do anything else. "You left me alone to prove that Arden wanted to fuck me? You KNEW if I was alone with him, he'd try something? So what, you'd get your revenge?"

"So I'd get to kill him." His eyes were bright, and at times like this, he really was his father's son. The statement had you blank.

"He's your friend," you said cautiously, even though Arden wasn't your favorite person. "You'd kill him in cold blood just like that?"

"I already drugged him once, I'd just make the dose a little more lethal now."

So that's why Arden was uncharacteristically drunk.

"Mattheo," you took a step forward, as if you are planning to run or strike. "You fucking drugged him HOPING he'd try to flirt with me or do worse? You gave no thoughts of how it'd affect me?" You shoved his chest harshly. "Can't you see how fucked up that is?" You pushed him again, but he held his ground. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"If you think I'm the bad one, then you must have liked his advances more than I thought," he said coldly.

You blinked away the sudden tears, embarrassed that you were even hurt. Embarrassed that you were quickly draining out of energy to stay mad. You wanted to curl up in a corner and cry, and he looked as if he knew that too.

Sometimes, you wished you didn't love someone so cruel. You reached for the doorknob, but he grabbed your wrists instinctively. His eyes were darker than before.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he whispered, pulling your hand away from the door.

"Let. Go. Of. Me."

"If I did, you wouldn't come back."

You were usually surprised at how good he was in Occulumency. Now, it terrified you.

You didn't have a reply, so you tried to shake off his grip, pulling your hand with all your strength. His amusement was quickly running out and soon it was replaced with his familiar anger.

"Stay still," he warned, but you only pulled harder. "Stay goddamn still—"

"I HATE YOU!" you yelled, not even knowing if it was true. "I hate you with my entire heart and if you don't stop this, I will start screami-"

Before you could complete the sentence, he let go and grabbed you by your shoulders instead, pushing you against the wall. His hand went around your throat, holding it tight enough to make you breathless. His expression was blank for the first time that night.

"Tell me you hate me again and it'll be the last words you ever speak." He said, eerily soft. His grip loosened enough to make you gasp for air, but he still had you rooted to the spot. "Neither of us wants that, do we?"

Tears freely pouring down, you try to shake your head no. He was a stranger to pity, so he smiled instead. He kissed your forehead with enough gentleness that it could be mistaken for love, but you knew it was so much worse. You tried not to whimper.

"I'll be back after I pay a visit to our friend Arden," he stepped back, straightening his jacket. "I'll tell him you said hi."

He disapparated without even closing the door, but you didn't need a lock to know that you were practically a prisoner.

You wiped your tears and wondered where everything got so complicated. Did Mattheo only know how to love like this - with harshness in his words and cruelty in his actions? It was as if his love was the sea and he was pushing you in from behind. You were drowning, just not fast enough.

#mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x fem!reader #mattheo riddle x female reader #astoria writes #angst #mattheo riddle #imagines #fight #mattheo riddle x you

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

The Brothers Sun ep8

Understandable that the Tea Leaf guy won't talk unless Big Sun is brought down

Aw, they're staying in a motel

Mama Sun is so done that Bruce couldn't get the name for dragon head right 😂

She makes her son drive at night because she gets lost😭

She bought 6 pasta strainers just because they were on sale

"You are not a crime boss. You're my mom." She can be both

I get where she's coming from, but it never sits right to be mad at the kid who didn't

NOOOOOOOOOO Charles nooooooooooooooo

Oh thank god, he shot above his brother's head

The mom's hand on Charles shoulder 😭 I bet she came running

I love that Bruce said that it's going to lead to decades of therapy (that his brother was sent to kill him by their father)😂

Charles don't hurt your brother! He has a point about killing your father

The fact that Bruce said he'd do anything to protect his brother 😭

The way the mom admitted that the chairleg incident was a test and she didn't push back against the father when he forced Charles to kill the first time😭

At least she's showing the remorse and guilt she feels for sacrificing

"Forget dad, you can be Charles -churro baker Sun"😭

The way that the mom has a charger for her son's phone😭

Oh, Charles just realized how he was betrayed

Xing telling the Wang bros that they need to shut up makes me hope she at least feels some guilt for betraying

The dad is such an asshole

Good for you Charles, telling your dad you want to stay. I'm proud of you❤️

The way I cheered when Charles shot those douche bags😂

Oh no, Xing is going to kill the mother and brother 😭

Well fuck indeed, Charles, fuck indeed

Alexis saying that they don't have shrimp chips😂

Him asking for a charger is not permission to track his phone

Alexis is far worse than Charles ever could be

Mama Sun wearing an oversized jersey is so cute

Yeah, Xing sucks and blood boots would never

The fact that the mom is immediately chastising Bruce for getting the wrong milk😂

FUCK YOU ALEXIS. FUCK YOU

Bruce is absolutely playing her😂 the improv classes work!

I love how Charles is just as shocked that the mom can fight 😂😂

Bruce planning to kill their dad😂

I mean, him being good at Laser Tag and also beating his actual assassin brother at a shooting video game is hilarious and actually makes sense

Bruce: "Neither of us are who our parents thought we were."

Charles"Yeah, but both our parents are crazy."

Bruce: "yeah."

Bruce, hugging Charles: "I don't think we've ever hugged before."

Charles: "Well, you're probably gonna die, so might as well get one last one before you go."😂

Bruce: "Right."

Bruce, handing his visitor badge to Alexis: "The Brothers Sun don't work with cops." HA!

Oh no, Bruce don't listen to that serpent of a father who's telling you to join him.

I love that Charles made sure to shoot his dad and missed the internal organs 😂 It definitely pays

The way that Bruce said he'd use his spit to make his taco dumplings 😂

I'm pretty sure that it was Bruce's plan all along to get his brother and mom to cook for him forever😂

FUCK YEAH! THE MAMA INJECTING THE DAD'S IV BAGS WITH INSULIN IS WICKED AND GENIUS AND I'M SO HAPPY FOR HER!

Awwwww she bought her son a bakery 😭🥺

Hopefully that other girl isn't

The way she brought gifts to her friends

I love that she wants her kids to have lives and be happy 🥺❤️

Good for Alexis that she got a tower of her snack

The pictures in the mom's room with both her boys🥺😭

I'm crying with Bruce and Mama Sun too😭 nothing bad better happen to her

Oh nooooo, Charles is leaving too😭 I mean I'm happy that he's gonna get some time with his mama and that she's finally getting what she wants

I love that June has dinner reservations already 😂 she's got her priorities straight

The fact that Bruce still struggles to drive his car is hilarious and relatable af😂

I really hope we get another season, just because this was so well written and I enjoyed this show so much. But it also ended on a great note.

Ooooooo I wonder who that guy with the sunglasses sounds like he's being sent after Tea guy

Also still curious about who the man was that Eileen had been dancing with in Taiwan

#TheSevenWondersOfAWitch watches #the brothers sun #Netflix the brothers sun #brothers sun #charles sun #bruce sun #mama sun #big sun #michelle yeoh #eileen sun #Alexis kong #june song #thesevenwondersofawitch

[gothicprep]

so glad that AI video is here! sort of. kind of. you ever want to see a screensaver that looks like it was designed for windows 2000, where fish are flying through the air across village streets? sora can do that with one easy prompt! you ever wanna see a woman lying in bed, roll over, and watch her arm turn into the comforter? sora can do that too! it's amazing! do you ever want to see a POV of an ant's tunnel that looks like something worse than what you'd see on bbc's planet earth? sora can do that too!

i'm sure we've all seen these videos and many more at this point. the ai evangelists swear that this is a game-changing revolution in its ability to turn simple prompts into movie quality video. assuming that movie quality means a late-stage mcu movie, or madame web, or a direct to video dreamworks knockoff from the early 2000s. really? none of those things. it's not as good as any of those things. and yeah, yeah, i know, "it's going to improve", "this is the worst it's ever gonna look", "it's gonna get more realistic". but there are some who will tell you that this is the beginning of a brave new world. a whole new era! we've got a whole movement that's going to unlock creativity that's been untapped, trapped within people who have no actual talent but, um, some ideas i guess. there's a deep reservoir of those people who society has been wasting for all these years.

let's be real here. more likely, the AI is probably going to be used to much more boring ends than new great works of art when it's not being used for more nefarious ends. on the more boring side of things, you'll have people on the internet say "what if you had batman fight the straw hat pirates from one piece? that's something an ai could do!" fanfic kind of stuff. "what if goku fought superman? who would win? i'll bet ai can show us that!" another thing it can bring to life? sex tapes that you didn't make, but you're going to be starring in! get ready for the future where someone gets mad at you online, and five seconds later, you're in a bondage orgy! have fun at the bondage orgy! that's what ai promises :)

but that's not the worst of it, believe it or not. the real problem with ai is that it's going to give bad actors the ability to create international crises by ginning up phony videos. want to spark a riot in the urban center of a country you don't like? fake a video of a cop killing a kid. it'll go viral and the gas stations will be burning before the city can prove it didn't happen.

wife & i were watching the second season of tokyo vice last night while we were waiting for true detective: night country to come on, and in the premiere episode, there's a video of a sex worker being beaten to death while a gov't minister looks on. when presented with the video, he pulls the shaggy defense and just says "it wasn't me". the denial doesn't wash because the technology at the time couldn't have faked it, but in short order, we're going to be in a future where we won't be able to prove it was or wasn't him. "oh, it was ai". welp. no one will know.

the ability to circulate low-quality, unverified information has real downsides. and if anything, the decades during which i've grown up with the internet prompts me towards a lot more wariness of ai than unbridled enthusiasm. if the best case scenario for ai is what the internet did to the information environment already, we're all fucked. the speed with which things can spread and proliferate is frankly terrifying. the prompts people are using now are dumb, and the programming is not very good, but the ai evangelists are right when they say it's going to get better. and as it gets better, it's going to be more tempting to use it in ways which absolutely are negative for society. i'm sure there are cgi artists working at major studios who will be able to use these things in good ways, but i sit here and i hear people talk about "oh, the great wave of creativity is going to be unleashed by ai!" and i'm just like. what kind of future are you living in, where the technology always works out the way you want, and everyone is happy, and there are flying cars in the sky and rainbows?

#oppenheimer ending but he doesn't understand the ramifications of the nuke so he's just smiling

[lakesbian]

How do you think Alec and Blake would get along? Your choice of the circumstances of their meeting, whether it's Alec being subjected to The Horrors or Blake being subjected to whatever the fuck Bet has going on

okay i know blake well enough to answer this now. if we tossed him in bet there's no feasible way to force him to interact w/ alec so the significantly more fun option is going with the premise of: - alec is teleported into pact around blake's arrival at hillsglade house. he does not get to keep his power :( no tripping people allowed - the above facts aren't actually distressing or confusing to anyone, but other than that everything about alec's history & personality remains identical to in worm - everyone involved is aware that alec is on team blake & rose and he will be treated as such

anyway some really freaky awful shit would happen and alec would just be totally unperturbed about it while blake is shaking sniveling crying so blake and rose would conspiratorially whisper to each other like Okay There's Definitely Something Up With That Boy. Keep An Eye On That Strange Little Teenager. meanwhile alec is cross-legged on the couch cheerfully + obliviously sipping his hot cocoa (unlike blake he is not above powdered cocoa and tapwater in a house where the only other options are oatmeal, beans, or a sad moldy grilled cheese), nose-deep in a book about demons, infrequently sharing what he thinks are Cool Educational Helpful Fun Facts with them (it is the most nightmarish shit they have ever heard. ever).

furthermore it would not take very long for him to think well, i guess i should be a Pragmatic and Communicative Team Player by bringing up the demons so we can all get on the same page. surely, alec vasil says to himself, i can grasp the finer points of the ethical connotations of the matter and open convincing dialogue on this subject! which he would express to blake and rose suchly: "now, hear me out before you guys bite my head off, but would using the demons really be so bad? it's not like people aren't already dying every day, right? the world already sucks, we probably couldn't make it that much worse."

and then he would nod in satisfaction with himself like he just said something intelligent and quite patently true.

which blake and rose would, very understandably, interpret as meaning that there is something deeply wrong with him and if they don't intervene he will rapidly make it literally everyone else's problem. blake would 100% refuse to stop pressing him to swear that he Won't Use The Fucking Demons.

to which alec--a boy severely traumatized by being forced to do horrible things to other people against his will, who would Immediately imagine a Conquest scenario in vivid detail upon being asked to swear off demons--would promptly think "FUCK no, that's Asking For It." but then he would also be like. "even though they're being Dumb and Stupid. i, alec, will bravely nobly and humbly compromise in the interest of keeping the peace and indicating that i don't actually intend to use the demons i was just floating the idea like a totally regular person would." and his genius idea for a compromise to indicate that he didn't really intend to use the demons would be promising not to use the demons [insert alec calculating the maximum amount of time he thinks it can safely be assumed that they won't be forced by some circumstance or other to use the demons here] In The Next Week.

which would result in blake being like SO YOU WANT TO USE THE DEMONS RIGHT AFTER THE WEEK ENDS??? and you get the gist it would be an absolute comedy of alec being a freak and blake and rose furiously trying to keep the freak on a leash. the funniest part is that he really wouldn't use the demons unless there was no other option, he's already tied his own leash to a nearby fence, he's just entirely cavalier about the Idea and subsequently keeps giving blake persistent heart attacks over (relatively) nothing. he would realize pretty quickly that he's coming off wrong and genuinely attempt to course correct so that they'll quit fucking bothering him but he has zero frame of reference for how to make that course correction happen and would thus just be weird in a different direction. i could go on. in fact i Will. this will be an extended posting saga.

#ask #pact time #worm spoilers

[solarpire]

Jesus christ I am so sorry for grade school kids, it's just getting worse and worse isnt it?

For those who dont know about the most recent horrible implementation in schools (atm this seems to be centralized to Australia and the USA, but it's entirely possible it's being implemented elsewhere too), apparently a lot of school districts have decided it's a good idea to start forcing kids to lock up their phones without immediate or easy access to a key, with threat of immediate suspension if they're found not complying.

Schools are using something called a Yondr pouch (that costs those districts tens of thousands to buy, by the way) that is made to put phones in and lock with a magnetic lock. One of these is given to each student, and they are expected to lock it at a magnet set up outside the school (at least at my siblings school, I'm not sure if that is the universal set up or not) at the beginning of the day, and unlock it in the same place at the end. I couldn't find any articles talking about the issue in general, only for specific schools. Just look up Yonder pouch at schools if you'd like to read more into it, theres plenty of articles.

I'm sure that, as long as you've thought about it for more than two seconds, you can see how at best this is unnecessary, stupid, and useless (kids have Already figured out tons of ways past unlocking it, obviously), and at worst it could be fucking deadly.

How are kids going to coordinate their ride home from after school activities? Ask family to bring in things they forgot? Receive important and/or sensitive information from family during school? Go without alarms for medications? Call for help or warn others when someone is hurt or a fucking shooter breaks in?

I could go on and on and on about how fucking stupid and dangerous this is. It is Going to get someone hurt. No one deserves their school record being ruined by this. And even if some schools arent that strict, I can sure bet they'll play favorites.

Please, please, please, if this is happening in a school district that affects you or your loved ones raise as much of a complaint about it as possible. Talk to parents of other kids, talk about how dangerous this could be, email your districts, do what you can. If you're not affected, reblogging/letting others know and/or supporting people who are helps. And kids affected by this please just do your best to stay safe. Magnets will not damage your phone, so I reccomend finding any that are small and strong enough to open the lock to keep with you if you can, or look up other methods of unlocking them. Please, stay safe. I'm so sorry you're being treated this way.

#school #important #im just. so fucking mad right now. #they're really going to endanger students and make their lives harder over a fucking powerplay #what are they supposed to do in emergencies. how are they supposed to participate in absolutely anything

[rayons1only1started]

Tawny

We were doing our usual, smoking on a shady street corner, as the city slowly lights up. It's amazing how different the city is at night, and my and my companions know how to enjoy this the best way. Staying up late, past twelve, smoking, watching for drama. 

Rarely, Clara or Div took us to the bar a few blocks away, where we got drunk, and did stuff. Good times. They all know who I am, but don't care. If they did, I would be in prison or a lab. [Nothing too dirty...] 

I'm clearly not, as I am sitting here on the street corner, smoking weed. Life. "Tawy, I overheard that there is a little scuffle happening a few blocks away. I'm racing you. And am winning. Cya, bitch."

Ah, that was Div. That red-head was always two steps in front of everyone, and can piss of the calmest person in 3.455729 fucking seconds. That is a fact.

Div took off. I was already hot in pursuit however, and Div stood no chance. We all knew that, but that didn't stop him. "I see. Your annoying ass is just bored." I said as I raced past him. He is really slow compared to me.

"Hey! At least I don't give a-" but the rest was caught in Div's mouth as he observed the 'little scuffle'. 

A person, whose gender you couldn't tell from here, was lying unconscious on the ground, and clearly the other person who was fighting them was standing next to them, blood coming out of one of their eyes.

I was no doctor, but I was sure that it wasn't supposed to be like that. Just then, the second person stirred, and sat up, just in time to evade the kick the first person had aimed at them. The second person stood up, still a bit punch-drunk, but with hell-fire burning in their eyes. The fight was so interesting, I haven't noticed my phone ringing.

Then, the first person flipped the second one off, and they were fighting again. A few moments later, the first person was lying unconsciously, in a pool of their own blood. The crowd cleared off, now wanting the police to find them here.

"Damn, I thought the second person was finished for sure. But the first person looked worse, did you see their eye? It looked like the fucking thing was going to fall out." Clara. Always talking.

"Oh and your phone was beeping all through the fight. Were you like recording it? Cause if so I hope you got a few pictures of me pissing off the person that bet against me. The bitch deserves it."

Who would call me? The rest of the gang were around here, they wouldn't have called me. Davis? I haven't talked to him in years. So who?

I checked my phone. It was from Davis. What the fuck are you doing on your phone at this hour? Under the notification that said that I had missed his call, it said he had left me a voice message. What in the name of hell is this?

"Ooh, someone got a text from their boyfriend!" CLARA! "YOU KNOW I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING BOYFRIEND! THIS IS FROM SOMEONE A LOT MORE IMPORTANT! AND IT'S A FUCKING VOICE MESSAGE!" I practically shouted.

"Who then, your girlfriend?" Clara knew TOO well how to piss me off. "I'm not a lesbian either! YOU KNOW THIS! IT'S FROM MY LITERAL FUCKING CREATOR!" 

"Ah, so your mom." Sooo mature Clara. Well, someone had to be a pain in the ass.

I stormed off, turning on the message. 

"...Ash is free. I need your help. Please hurry..." the message broke off there. Shit. This was worse than I thought. Ash. If Ash is free... Nope. I'm thinking about that till it itself appears in front of my eyes and tells me a few death threats.

---------Time Skip----------------

I left a note in my room. And took everything I didn't want trashed. My room wasn't the safest place to hide things.

I'm in my car now, driving at 1 in the fucking morning... this better be worth it Davis. 

One hour passes. Nothing interesting happens.

Two hours. Still nothing.

Three hours. I started smoking weed an hour ago.

Four hours. I'm tired.

Four hours and thirty eight minutes. I'm in the right state.

Five hours. Nearly there.

Five hours and two minutes. I was driving, when my car hit the border of the road. Airbags went off. My car is broken. FUCK YOU ASH! I LIKED THAT CAR! My vision has a red tint to it. 

Five hours and twenty minutes. I see the sign. 

I'm here.

Time to show that piece of shit its place. Hell.

I stumble forward. Ash will regret getting out of its chains.

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[lostchildofacowardlyfather]

You fucking coward

Hello. We haven't said hello in a very long time. Perhaps we never really did. I don't know what I mean to write tonight. I hesitate between letters and poetry, fact and fiction, answers or questions.

On the one hand, it feels like trying to make something lovely out of this, is just another defense mechanism. On the other hand, perhaps I am not and will never be ready for how simple and ugly this really is. 

Honesty doesn’t need to be ugly. That’s just something I tell myself, so that whatever loveliness I manage, must be considered a lie. But I will grit my teeth now and refuse to sardonically say that of course my only loveliness is in my lies. It isn’t.

What, then, is lovely? I don’t know. But I know now, at least, that I hid it and lost it, because of you. Because you left me to think I had nothing to offer, and you never came back to correct me. 

I should hate you for that. But even hate is swallowed by that great big void that I had to use to cover it all up. My bi hungry tarp of nothin, that has come to conceal every feeling I cannot handle.

Which as it happens, is now most of them. All because of you. And why? I still only know second-hand stories of why my young life was never complete. You were selfish and unavailable, distant and absent, for so long before the divorce even happened. But knowing what I know now of people, I suspect more strongly than ever, the worst of motives. 

You were, and are, a coward. A fucking, weak-willed, pathetic coward. You had so much privilege already, a job ten times better than you earned or deserved. A family to come home to. Loving parents. And still, you had to have more.

You had to control your intelligent wife, to keep her small. You just had to bet everything on investments you couldn't possibly understand. You had to prove so much.  Family was just an appropriate accessory for a man like you, though.

And when it all kept falling apart, over and over again, of course you could never admit fault. That would have required course, and empathy. Instead, you couldn't even face the trophy of a wife you’d disappointed a thousand times before, and you simply fled.

You fled to another life. To a woman you could bully,, and children you could impress or get rid of as you saw fit. Never mind that you mired your first family in a pile of shit so tall, we’re still climbing out of it 20 years later. 

Never mind the children who always missed out on a whole-ass adult that they needed. Never mind the special days, when a text message was meant to make us forget about missed hugs, love, and laughter. Never mind our darkest days, when a man who had lived and was supposed to love us, should have been there for us. 

All because, time and time again, you were too much of a coward to admit your mistakes and your ineptitude.

I wear my humility like armour, and I now begin to wonder if I am not simply trying - in yet another way - to avoid being like you. 

Anything but that. It sickens me that we might be similar. It’s worse to think that I may have made even one of your mistakes in a similar way. But most of all, I am so angry that I only have examples of what sort of man not to be. Even though you were always going to be flawed, could you not at east have chosen to be brave about it?

Could you not at least have given me someone I coud have tried to love?

You fucking coward.

#father #letters #anger #diary entry

[kalims]

Hii,can i request streamer!childe,xiao,kaeya x online friend reader? (Separate) Like sometimes reader joins them stream and LITERALLY everyone can tell that he's inlove with reader,their fans literally think they look so cute together.

I can already imagine their fans making ship edits of them💀

affettuoso.

fluff, pining, pre-established relationships, modern au, swearing on my writing.

yes of course. you didn't specify so I'll go with a gender neutral reader.

✦ tartaglia.

he uses so many names that it's gonna confuse his new viewers. 😭 ajax? childe? tartaglia? harbinger?? which one is it really? 🤨

his streams are the most chaotic shit you're gonna see, there's like references for everything while there's a love-hate relationship between him and his chat. he's insulting them one second and kindly asking them something 😇😇

his siblings are always barging in his room uninvited while he's live, unintentionally or intentionally 🙆‍♀️ its either tonia telling him that the food is ready, anthon just straight up there to troll him or teucer getting excited about something.

chat laughs at him when this happens.

speaking of people barging in, you so happen to ba a hot topic.

not in the previous way but rather sometimes randomly making donations and saying the most weirdest shit or a fucking lethal weapon 😭😭

"lol no wonder ur freinds have a gc without you"

his face looks so offended "WHAT??"

and it's so funny because he literally lights up so quickly. making a half hearted angry face at the 'you have been killed' text across his screen because he got distracted by your donation playing through

and proceeding to look joyful rather than upset even though you're technically making fun of him. with love ofc ♡

chat goes brrrrr

but in another way. you usually join him when he's playing a game on stream, for example. minecraft.

he tries to put his bed next to you only to spawn into a random area after you destroyed it moments prior to his unfortunate death of drowning. 😍😍 he's whining and gaping at his screen but there's a happy little grin on his face.

he's super competitive so good luck with that, do not stand near lava <33 or else he will push you OR your dog. (most likely the former since he loves dog and claimed yours as his and your child.)

childe + you = lots of screaming.

lots of screaming = more chaos.

but if it's like shooter games you bet he's gonna try to up you.

...or claim that he's gonna protect you.

once again. goodluck.

ah, someone get this man away from tiktok. so far his fans have done a good job at gatekeeping the app away from him because his stans in tiktok are WILDDD and he's gonna be so annoying when he finds out.

but alas, they couldn't hide it any longer 😭😭 someone sent him a link of him in an edit where the perspective zooms on him in a slowed clip immediately smilling after you jokingly told him you'd marry him. (that's kinda too descriptive, we don't talk about that.)

HE JUST USES THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE A MENACE AND MAKE FUN OF THE EDITS 😭😭 not in a rude way but like. "oh wow, didn't know we were so popular 🤭😏"

despite all the chaos the way he displays such raw, binding emotions got the chat tearing up because why can't someone look at them like that

✦ xiao.

I don't even know how to start.

he's kinda mean and finds it weird how his chat calls it hot 😰

at first his chat and followers started filling up when he decides to play with a cam because zamn 🥴 who wouldn't wanna look at that fine piece of meat.

he's usually so quiet that chat ultimately all decide that his social circle is an inside joke and makes fun of his non-existent freinds, which of course is without any ill intent.

so like who the fuck is (username) and why did xiao react like THAT?? he literally freezes and stares at the screen like a fucking cat when the notification of a subscriber appeared?? detective chat go weeeeeww.

his fan base is either the best or the worst, best because some are really fun to hang with and worse because he also has 9 year olds who threaten other people for his ✨love✨.

for an odd reason, he's playing a horror game in roblox. only having loaded in before the system notification PUBLICLY exposes his FREIND. (username) joining the game 😭😭

it's a private server so only his and his 12 freinds are allowed to access it. mainly for collaboration but chat apparently missed ONE person to investigate.

damn not even roblox likes him

xiao: 👁👄👁 knowing full well that he exposed your roblox account and that people are gonna start freinding you.

you don't seen to bothered and the stream carries on to you apologizing profusely before chaos ascends when he shyly asks if you wanted to join him.

chat... is... typing...

some people are just spamming crying emoji's and telling him that they're proud of him finally being social while in another part is yelling "roblox date" with too much heart emoji's.

he does the game so seriously that it looks kinda boring... but he's so fun to slander soooo.

he goes first for you so just thank all the gods out there that he isn't a pussy because you sure are.🥲 (unless...)

he unintentionally rudely remarks that it's a bunch of pixels and it's not real so chat just starts to full up with angry and shocked emotes. xiao's fans??? no no UR fans. they could literally be called (name) defenders.

none but a few fangirls who can't take a joke are on his side. ☺☺

you still dont seem bothered, only saying that he still hasn't changed which makes his chat go like: 🤨 SO THEY DO KNOW EACH OTHER LONGER.

hhhhhhhh

so basically he seems a little more open and expressive around you which is more than enough for his chat so they worship the ground you walk on. 🙉🙊

also, in a way where you could join him on a game. he'd probably give you really rare equipment claiming that he no longer had a need for it 💀💀 NO SHUT UP RANDOM PERSON DONT TELL THAT ITS LITERALLY LEGENDARY.

no.

he absolutely refuses to go on tiktok because the edits of him are.. weird to look at because?? ITS LITERALLY HIM.

you gotta send him the edit YOURSELF or he's not gonna touch anything that has a black screen or picture of himself as a thumbnail because he knows damn well those are edits.

if you send it to him on stream...

he literally turns off his cam AGRESSIVELY while glaring at everything with an embarassed face.

✦ kaeya alberich.

fanservice...?

43% of his streams include shitting on his adopted brother which his fans severely enjoy because the amount of tea he's spilling is astronomical.

"hah, don't even mention his coat. who even wears that thing 29 degrees outside?" to which he's actually right because how does that man put up with the fucking coat everyday. does it even get washed?? -> he has a video about that actually.

diluc doesn't even care at this rate and just ignores him. 🏌‍♂️

ANYWAYS

his stans are a perfect mix of horny and flirty, in a way. they're like his personality.

'cover them up slut' is also an inside joke but he was just staring at the camera suggestively when it was first said.

let's say genshin also somehow exists in this universe.

and let's say you played it before him and posted a highlight in your story mentioning your lack of date for the second time in lantern rite.

GIRL HES LITERALLY SPEEDRUNNING THROUGH THE GAME TO BE YOUR DATE

yeah im serious about that, someone asked why he started a genshin stream and was rushing through the game to make it before the event drops. he simply answered:

"oh. my sweetheart needs a date and I happened to be available, I can't let them spend a special day alone. can't I?"

what

lowkey tho, the genshin players in his chat just had a cold slap on the face that they were still single because that's literally so fucking romantic. even if he's aware of it or not. AND LIKE?? ME WHEN???

timeskipping after he's reached adventure rank 16 he immediately asks you to join him since he oh so desperately needs help.

in all honesty he didn't really hit off with the game, preferring to do chill streams rather than gaming ones but he does make enough time for it to please his viewers as well as you.

..anyways.

once made you sit down somewhere before his characfer disappeared off to somewhere, only to return a few moments later and sitting down next to yours just right when fireworks start to explore the sky.

... the moment of solitude is ruined when he starts spouting lines in the chat box. /hj

did I mention he flirts with the people he joins for co-op.

oh boy

the edits of him. are really good... like.... really good.

but when someone in chat pastes a link he always checks, got rickrolled like 3 times in a row and still does it.

suprise suprise, he gets to see an edit of him looking like a lovesick fool when you say something that seems to have made his heart skip a beat.

BUT HES SO SMOOTH

so no one outwit him yet.

"lisa was right, this must be the sensation of a shocking love.."

...he was prolly in a drama club..

yeah bye

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin scenarios #xiao #xiao x reader #tartaglia #childe #ajax #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #ajax x reader #kaeya #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader

[marchtomydrums]

The Bet

Beautiful Creatures One Shots

Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson x Reader

Rated M

How you got here wasn't important. You knew better than to make a bet with Alex and Olivia but yet here you are. After losing said bet now you had to deal with the consequences. You silently cursed yourself for being foolish and now you were paying the price. Sitting around the table with your girlfriends, Elliot, Olivia, Casey, and Fin you prayed for mercy as the bullet springs to life inside of you once again.

This has been going on for hours and it was only getting worse as the drinks kept coming. Your girlfriends took turns silently torturing you bringing you to the edge of ecstasy only to leave begging for more. You see Olivia smirking at you out of the corner of your eye as she watches you squirm in your seat. Leaning over her mouth hovers over your ear “You okay sweets?” she whispered. “Fuck you,” you growled low enough for her to hear as you glared at her. She chuckles hitting the remote in her pocket causing the bullet to speed up. You grasped quickly covering it with a cough as the group looks at you. “Sorry.” you chuckled. “That shot went down the wrong way,” you said with a nervous smile. Casey laughs nodding her head. “Yeah, tequila is always rough. Thanks for that Alex.” she teases looking over at the blonde. Olivia chuckles leaning back into you. “Play nice and I will too,” she warns cutting the bullet off. You sighed as your muscles relaxed. Thank God you were drinking so you could blame your flushed face on the alcohol.

Alex smiles as she listens to Elliot and Fin tell a story. Her hand rests on your naked thigh as her fingertips softly draw patterns on your skin. Olivia reaches into her pocket laying the remote in Alex’s hand across your lap. You sigh once more knowing that Alex wasn't going to be as nice as Olivia has been. The blonde quickly grabs the remote her eyes never leaving Elliot's as she flicks the button on. The low vibrations cause your already wet pussy to drip as she slowly increases the volume every so often. The blonde smiles as she continues to run her hand along your thigh tracing the edge of your shorts. Her face never gave away as to what was really happening under the table.

The vibrations increase again causing you to grab onto her hand squeezing it tightly. You look over at her slightly praying she understands just how close you are. However, the blonde never looks your way keeping her focus on her friends. The volume kicks up once more causing a low moan to escape your mouth. You quickly cover it teasing Elliot about how you've heard this story a thousand times. The man laughs “And each time it gets better. So deal with it!” he jokes causing the table to laugh. You smiled as your stomach muscles contracted. You were too close for comfort and you did not want the whole table to watch you come. Smacking your hand against Alex’s legs quickly gets her attention. The blonde looks over at you with a smirk. “Let me out,” you whispered. She smiles shaking her head no. Tears spring in your eyes as you look at her. “I'm not kidding Alex. Let me out now,” you ordered. The blonde quickly moves to let you out of the booth as you take off to the restroom.

“Is she alright?” Casey asked concerned. “Probably not. Alex has been feeding us shots all night. I couldn't walk right now if I tried.” Fin chimes in. Olivia chuckled “I'm going to check on her.” she replies exciting the booth. “If she's sick you're taking care of her,” Olivia adds before she walks off. Alex sighs playing up the scene for her friends. “I better go with her,” she tells them. “It's cool. I'm going to pay the tab and then Elliot here is going to help me get Fin home.” Casey says chuckles. “You can take me home anytime you want baby girl.” Fin slurred winking at the redhead. “Yup. It's time to go.” Elliot says helping Fin out of the booth.

Alex chuckles as she catches up to Olivia walking behind her as they enter the bathroom. Olivia smiles at a young lady washing her hands silently waiting for her to leave as Alex checks the stalls for you. Once the girl is gone, Olivia locks the door. “Where are you sweets?” she calls out. Alex smiles when sees the last door open. The two walk over to the large stall closing the door behind them. “You okay?” Olivia asked. Shaking your head no with your back against the wall you let the tears fall. “Please,” you whispered. “Alex cut it off,” Olivia says looking over at the blonde. She nods her head cutting the bullet off. You sighed in relief as your body releases its tension. Alex walks towards you gathering you in her arms. “I'm sorry baby. I didn't realize how close you were.” she apologized kissing your cheek. “Let's get you home,” Olivia says taking your hand. “No,” you argued. Olivia and Alex looked at each in confusion then back at you. “No?” Olivia questioned. “I need a release. Please,” you begged. Alex chuckles “Okay baby. So let us take you home and we will do that.” Again you shake your head “I need it now.”

“Now?” Olivia questioned. You sighed rolling your eyes as you reached out taking Olivia’s hands in yours. Guiding her hand into your shorts and panties you spread her fingers through your folds. “Now.” you husked. Olivia gasped as fingers were coated with your hot sticky arousal. “Holy shit.” she gasped. “Olivia, please. Please,” you pleaded. Olivia quickly slides your shorts and panties down carefully removing the bullet handing it over to Alex. The blonde eyes go wide as she takes the soaked toy wrapping it up before stashing it away in her purse. “Tell me what you want baby?” Olivia husked. “Fuck me Liv. Please. I want you to fuck me.” you begged. Olivia picks you up wrapping your legs around her waist as she easily slides two fingers inside of you. You gasped throwing your head back against the wall as she thrusts unto you.

“Yess.” you cried holding on to Olivia digging your nails into her shoulders. Olivia drives her fingers into you curling up causing you to moan loudly. “Liv! Ah. Yess.” you cry out.

She chuckles bitting the shell of your ear. “You're so wet, baby. Are You going to come for me?” she husked. “More.” you whimpered. The older woman nods adding a third finger as her thumb finds your clit. “Ah. Yes. Right there liv. Mmm. Ah. Ahh.” you chanted as your body comes undone. Olivia watches in awe as you cream down her fingers. “Good girl.” she praises milking your orgasm. You whimpered burying your head in between her neck. “That's it baby give it to me,” she whispered continuing to help you through. Olivia's movements decrease little by little as your inner muscles loosen around her fingers.

She holds you against the wall giving you a moment to come down from your high. Alex watches from the sidelines knowing that her panties are ruined. Olivia is the first to speak “You okay baby?”

“Mhmm,” you mumbled. Olivia chuckles kissing the side of your head. “Are you ready to go home?” she asked. “Yes. But my legs are numb,” you muttered. Alex chuckles “I think she's spent Liv.”

“It's not my fault you two tortured me all night,” you mumbled your voice groggy from exhaustion and the liquor.

The two women chuckled. Alex bends down to grab your clothes and Olivia helps her get you dressed. “Come on love. Once we get home you can sleep,” she says. “Can’t walk.” You mumbled. Olivia rolls her eyes chucking as she picks you up bridal style carrying you out the stall. Waiting for Alex to unlock and open the bathroom door she says “If anyone asks she drank too much.” Alex chuckles nodding her head as Olivia walks past her carrying you out the bar.

#alex cabot x reader #olivia benson x reader #lgbtq #wlw #law and order svu #fiction #television #writing #law and order x reader #stephanie march #smut and fluff #age difference #sex on the brain #rated m #mariska hartigay #casey novak #olivia benson #alex cabot #fin tutuola #elliot stabler #vibes #poly representation #three women

[crappycamille]

On Stand-By (bakugou x reader)

minors DNI

warnings: 18+, voyeurism/exhibitionism, somnophilia-ish (not really), unprotected sex, masterbation

Bakugou couldn't have been dreading a mission more. Why the hell did his agency have to put him, of all people, on this task. Okay fine- he knew that he was the one most fit for the mission but still. This was a pain in the ass.

The Commission was having trouble with a smaller gang of criminals. The mission was for him to wait on stand-by in a small apartment adjacent to the building where the gang's hideout was. Nothing Bakugou couldn't handle on his own, but still, the Commission had to put you on the job too. It wasn't that Bakugou didn't like you, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He always had a hard time controlling himself whenever you were around.

How the hell was he supposed to control himself when you always strolled into his agency in that skin-tight hero suit of yours? When you would come in and shamelessly flirt with his friends. He would see your fights on the news, but he couldn't even focus because with every kick your ass jiggled in such a delicious way. And when that bubbly butt came strolling into his office it took everything in his power to not take you right on his desk.

His pants tightened at the thought of you fucked dumb underneath him. Imagining what your pretty face would look like contorted into a fucked out expression. He wanted to ruin you. However, Bakugou needed to keep it professional. The Commission would often pair the two of you together since you were one of the few people who could keep up with him in combat and agility. Another reason why Bakugou sought after you. So when he heard he would have to be stuck in an apartment with you all day for two weeks he couldn't help but complain.

To make matters worse, when he showed up at the apartment there was only one bedroom. The couch was way too small for either of you to sleep comfortably. So, the two of you had to sleep in the same bed. His assistant sure got an ear full.

The first couple of days weren't bad. The two of you tried to spend the time as far away from each other as possible within the small studio apartment. Aside from simple greetings, neither of you talked to each other very often. Either one of you getting out of the shared bed as soon as you woke up to wordlessly make breakfast. You knew Bakugou well, so if keeping your distance would keep him in a decent mood for longer... the better for you both.

The instructions were to not leave the apartment by any means. The two of you were just supposed to wait for the call. And all Bakugou could do was hope that it was sooner than later.

Everything seemed to be going fine... that is until Bakugou woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of your slutty little fingers deep in your cunt. He couldn't believe his ears. Were you really masturbating with him right next to you?

You were almost too quiet to hear... almost.

You weren't making much noise aside from your labored breathing and the occasional whispered mewl. What gave you away was the not-so-quiet sound of your pussy. It was clear that you were drenched. Bakugou had to do everything in his power to not groan out as he imagined how wet you were.

He was painfully erect, but he didn't dare move a muscle in fear that you would figure out he was awake. He relished in the sounds of your cunt, wishing he could see it for himself.

He listened to you finish and quickly scurry over to the bathroom before falling back asleep. All while leaving him with a painful hard-on for the rest of the night. You were making this so difficult for him.

You went on during the day regularly, clearly unaware you had been caught. But each night the same thing happened. Bakugou would wake up to the sound of you. Some nights were quick and others you took your time to tease yourself. All while he would quietly palm himself to gain some relief. All of it was driving him crazy.

But then. Then... he heard it. Clear as day... His name.

"B-Bakugou" the sound came out as a breathy moan. It was a lot less subtle and quiet than you had intended it to be. Too lost in pleasure to realize the blond next to you heard you cry out for him. A sound that shot straight to his cock. A sound that made him feral.

He snapped.

In one swift motion, he pushed himself on top of you. A hand coming to grab the hand you had been teasing yourself with to keep it in place. A way of showing you he knew what you were doing.

Your eyes shot open wide in surprise, fear written all over your face as his predatory vermillion eyes glared down at you.

"B-B-Bakugou! It's not what it looks-"

"It's not what?" His voice deep and rasped. "It's not me catching you knuckles deep in your pussy being a fucking pervert?" Your pussy fluttered at his crude words. Taking your wrist into his large hand he brought your fingers, soaked in your essence, up to his mouth to suck on them. Groaning out at finally being able to taste you.

"It's not me catching you moan my name while you get yourself off while I was 'sleeping' next to you? Hm? Fucking slut. I bet you wanted to be caught."

"N-No I-"

"N-No I-" he mocked, a smirk gracing his face as he watched you squirm with humiliation. "Quit acting like you haven't been doing this all week." Your eyes widened at the realization he had heard you the entire time.

He began to rut against your clothed crotch, needing to alleviate the ache of his cock. Your hips matching his pace. Grinding against him with need. "What's the matter?" he said with a mocking pout. "Didn't think I'd notice?"

But Bakugou did fail to notice. He failed to notice that you felt the same way about him as he did you. He failed to notice when you would come to his agency more often than what was needed, just to see him. That you went out of your way to impress him on missions. That you would go out of your way to look good for him. That you would often stare for far longer than you were supposed to.

Being in such close quarters with him caused so much tension to well-up in you. You knew it was wrong. You hadn't intended to get caught, you just needed a way to relieve yourself. But in all honesty the thrill of getting off right next to the man you yearn for added to the pleasure. And being in the same bed as the handsome blond with his broad, sculpted back facing you made your lewd imagination run wild.

Your mind was brought back to the present as you felt your shorts being pulled down your legs. Before you could even react, Bakugou's strong hands pried your knees apart to reveal your sopping cunt to his hungry eyes.

He had waited so long for this.

"Bakugou wait-" He cut you off with a sharp slap to your inner thigh.

"It's Katsuki to you. Wanna hear you say my name. Got it." He said as he pressed a lasting kiss to your clit. The act was so gentle it seemed almost uncharacteristic. You couldn't help but nod senselessly, not entirely sure what you were agreeing to.

Before you knew it, the "gentle Katsuki" was gone. Two fingers slid into your slick entrance and began to rapidly pump against your velvet walls.

You immediately clamped down around his fingers due to the sudden intrusion. Your hips trying to get away from the surge of pleasure.

"Ah ah ah. Don't run away." A sadistic grin plaster on his face. "Be a good girl and take it."

"Oh fuck!" a strangled moan released from your lips. "It's too much!"

"Too much?" he said with a mocking laugh. "How the hell do you expected to take my cock if you can't take my fingers, hah?" In reality, Bakugou knew he was torturing you. Giving you no time to even think. Confusing you with going between being gentle and rough within a matter of seconds.

He wanted you to suffer, at least a little. After a week of making him suffer. Making him fight against himself for wanting to hold back. But most of all he was just enjoying seeing you squirm. As much as he imagined you in a state of pleasure, you far exceeded his expectations.

Your eyes half-lidded, struggling to keep them open as your eyes roll back. Eyebrows knitted together. Drool spilling at the corner of you of your gaping mouth that's moaning out his name just like he asked more like commanded. Fuck, you were so sexy.

You had already been teasing yourself. Edging yourself closer and closer to an orgasm, so you were already so close. The pressure building was like no other.

"So close! So close! I'm gonna cum, Katsuki." As much as Bakugou wanted to deny you relief, much like you unintentionally did to him, he couldn't bear to hold back any longer. He wanted to see you come fully undone. He brought his face down to lap and suck on your clit. Pushing you further over the edge.

"Do it. Cum all over me." The pressure snapped inside you. Breaking like a dam. You squirted all over. All over his face, his hands, and the bed.

"Holy shit!" He groaned; his hands never stopping. Working you to elongate your climax. Your hips bucking up to meet the thrust of his hands. His own hips bucking against the bed.

He swears he could cream just from the sight of you squirting like that.

Your hands curl into his hair to pull him into a needy kiss. Your slick dribbling down Bakugou's chin. He can feel your clit steadily throbbing from the overstimulation.

"Please Katsuki. I need it." You whine. "Need to feel you."

Bakugou couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't tease you for a second more. He was so hard it hurt.

"I know you do baby. I know. I need it too." He hurriedly releases his cock from the confines of his shorts. Sighing in relief as he rubs himself against your wet folds. Your hands were all over each other. Grabbing and groping at whatever you could. Both of you were so needy.

You've both wanted this for so, so long.

You hiss when you felt the stretch from Bakugou's thick cock. Bakugou wanted nothing more than to pound into you, but he felt as though he was going to cum any second. Your warm, velvety walls already fluttering around him.

"So fucking tight." He said through a groan. "Relax a little, will ya, you're choking me." He said pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Tears prick your eyes as he begins to move. Snapping his hips up to press the tip of his cock to your cervix in a way no one else has.

"Fuck yeah. So good, you're being so good for me." his praises coming out in mumbles as began to get lost in his own pleasure. "Come on, gimme one more. Cum for me like a good little slut."

"Nuh-uh. I can't." You cried out.

"You can and you will." His hand reached around to circle your puffy clit. Throaty grunts leaving Bakugou as your walls fluttered around him. "Shit. That's it, pretty girl. I want you to cum on my cock."

Your nails dug deep into Bakugou, holding on for dear life. "Cum with me Katsuki! Please. Want you to cum inside me!"

Pleasure clouded Bakugou's vision as pushes himself to fuck you through your orgasm, but he's not far after. Hips stuttering before he painted your walls white.

A sigh leaving him when he finally comes back to his senses, slipping out of you with a hiss as the cold air hits him. But holy- if he looked at you for too long he would get hard again. Seeing his cum leak out of you was a like a dream come true.

Maybe being on stand-by wasn't so bad after all.

a/n: thank you for reading. this is my first fic so feedback is welcomed and appreciated

#bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #bakugou katsuki #thanks for reading

[necros-writing-stuff]

"Swallow it all or I'll have you bent over and I'll rape your ass with the barrel of my gun,"

I mean

Sucks for reader but damn good for us 👀 I bet Bailey would find a way to make it hurt worse than it already would, too.

It's hardcore season, my dudes.

NSFW below (very non-con gunplay, anal, hurt no comfort, bloody sex, Bailey is his own warning)

You had tried your best to behave. To get Bailey his money even if being around him made your heart rate pick up and breath quicken.

But then you were robbed. While you were out at work someday, someone broke into your room and took the money you had stashed away for safe-keeping. You hadn't had enough to pay the caretaker when you got home.

It was too late when you realised, pulling out the box and checking it just as Bailey walks through the door... and also sees the emptiness of the box. A sick, twisted smile spreads across his face as he grabs you by the nape of your neck, leading you to his office as you shiver and cry.

There's no point trying to run. He wouldn't let you, and it would probably make your punishment worse. You still feel like throwing up when you hear the lock turn in the door, knowing no one would save you even if it was wide open. It's just that the lock signals a kind of finality - that this is real and about to happen.

"Do you remember what I told you last time?" Bailey asks as he drags you behind the desk and pushes you over it, the force of the push knocking the air from your lungs.

Of course you remember. You've been terrified of fucking up, working so hard to make sure you never angered Bailey again, and yet here you are. About to be violated again for his own entertainment. Then he might even sell you off for not paying.

You couldn't have been orphaned somewhere else? Literally any other town would have been better than this one, but no. Fate stuck you here and no one adopted you. The only thing worse would be being homeless. The orphanage is at least a place to hide from most people with bad intentions - not counting Bailey.

Stifling a whine, you let Bailey pull down your pants. Let him bare your ass to the world as he pulls a key from his pants. You just need to relax your body and hope that it doesn't hurt as much as he says it will. Please, if there is a god, don't let it hurt that bad.

Clenching your eyes shut, you listen to the sound of a drawer being unlocked, then opened; Bailey pulling something out. He leaves the drawer open. You know what that something is. Become very aware of it's presence as the cruel man holding you still trails the barrel up the back of your thighs, the coldness of the metal sending shivers through your body.

A slight click is heard, Bailey leaning over to whisper in your ear. "Safety's on. Don't make me consider switching it off."

Your worries decrease, if only slightly, that a bullet won't find itself lodged in your intestines. But the fear of pain is very real, especially as the barrel is pressed against your hole and mercilessly pushed in. Your mouth gapes open in a silent scream as your tight ring of muscles is practically ripped in two. You want to run, to kick and punch, but you tightly grip onto the edge of the desk and will yourself to stay. To go limp and take it.

Bailey keeps one hand on the back of your neck, pinning your head to the wooden surface of his desk, while the other one slowly begins to pull the gun out. The burn of it being removed is just as worse as when it was put in, but it isn't over like that. Far from it. Keeping a steady pace, Bailey thrusts the weapon in and out, the pain being so much that the feeling of nausea rises to a new height and makes your gut feel heavy.

Still keeping your eyes shut, you fail to see how the tortue keeps your caretaker's attention. How his eyes haven't left your bloody hole, fully enamoured with the image he has created. So much so, that his dick is starting to harden in his slacks. Fuck, he won't be able to spend long just doing this. Won't be able to help himself when it comes to replacing the gun with his prick, but not yet. You haven't screamed yet.

Angling the gun so that it will hit against your inner walls more, the dark-haired man starts pumping it faster. That finally gets the sounds he's looking for, your legs clamping tightly together to try and cope with the pain. He hopes there's more damage that he can't see, hopes you'll have trouble sitting for the next month. Bailey has always had a sadistic streak, but never has he been able to take it out on someone so unrestrained.

The quick pace makes you whine, but it's not the screaming he's yearns to hear, so he changes once again. This time, he slows down and puts all of his effort into making the thrusts strong and deep. And it's exactly what he was waiting for. You try to muffle the sounds, try to hide your face in your forearms, but he pulls your head back by your hair, snarling out "Don't. I want to fucking hear you. Let me know how much pain you're in, brat."

Your jaw goes slack, pathetic high-pitched squeals spilling from your lips as tears sting your now-open eyes. It carries on for a few more seconds, your insides feeling like they're being ripped just like your entrance, before the gun is removed and discarded back in it's drawer with a clattering sound, and the drawer is kicked shut.

Any relief is brief, as Bailey begins to immediately pull down his pants, just enough to free his cock. Keeping your hair in his fist, he lines up with your abused hole, rubbing the tip up and down it a few times. He likes how your blood looks on his skin. Then, just like with the gun, he slowly pushes in, going deeper and deeper until his hips press against your ass-cheeks. A low groan leaves his throat as he rocks in and out of you. The pain is back to how it was, bearable enough that you just silently weep.

A constant smacking sound echoes through the room like the beat of a drum, Bailey using his free hand to hold your hip and leverage your body in the way that feels best. He has been pulling your hair for so long, the pain in your scalp almost doesn't register anymore. Just a dull ache. Nothing seems to register, mind both in-body and hovering above the scene, watching your defilement with an indifference.

Hopefully whoever he sells you to won't mind the damage. Will let you heal before using your asshole. It's quite counterproductive for Bailey to hurt you like this anyways, your value will decrease. Staying with that train of thought, you let your mind wonder anywhere it likes. Anywhere that isn't this dark office that smells of tobacco. Somewhere where you can't hear the groans of your caretaker as he fucks you.

Feeling close, Bailey pushes your upper body down again, wanting a new angle. It feels so good, looks even better to see his prick disappear and come back slicked in red. That familiar feeling tingles up his spine, and Bailey lets all of his control go loose. Just gives into his need to jack-hammer your ass and hear your screams again as his balls tighten.

Growling, he keeps pumping through his orgasm, enticing every single spurt of semen out of himself that he can and filling up your tender insides. You've been such a good little bastard for him. So compliant and sweet. It's a shame that you didn't pay... but maybe he can give you a break. He had stolen your money on purpose anyways. All so he could have an excuse to have you hurt again.

Hips slowing, he leans over you, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear before he stops moving completely. "You've got one more day. Or I do this again tomorrow."

With that, he pulls back, stepping away so he can tuck himself back into his pants. He'll shower in a second, when you're gone. For now he stands watching as you push yourself upright at a snail's pace. Your eyes look so far off, voice hollow as you mumble out a 'thank you' before fixing your clothes and waddling out. It's horrible, he knows. But if anyone deserves some fun around here, it's him.

#degrees of lewdity #tw gunplay #tw hurt no comfort #tw noncon #bailey the caretaker

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ San: The Calm After The Storm. (Oneshot)

Genre: angst, fluff, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Reader (fem)

Word count: 3.5k

Inspiration: Fifty Shades Freed

Warnings: profanities, alcohol, blood, guns, death, violence.

"What the fuck is this?!" you asked through gritted teeth, throwing the freshly printed photos at San's chest.

Your husband didn't have to look at them to know what you were talking about; his men had already reported to him that you watched the entire recording of him seducing his... target. 

"Babe—"

"No, San!" you yelled, cutting him off. "This is the fifth fucking time!"

"But the other one time wasn't about this."

"The other three, now four times were!" he was really getting on your nerves.

"Why are you overreacting?" he questioned with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Y/N, you knew I had no choice."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control your anger. "I understand that you had to seduce her. I know that it's your job," you tried to say calmly, but your voice was rising. "What I don't understand is why you let her slip her fucking hand into your pants after you got the damn information that you wanted!"

San visibly gulped; he didn't expect you to be this angry. He thought he was well prepared to face you after mentally forming the situation in his head. He knew you'd be pissed, but not to this extent.

"I pushed her away though," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, after like, five minutes," you retort. "And the worst part was that you were clearly enjoying yourself in those five minutes! Do you know her or something?"

San sighed deeply, ignoring the question. "Babe, look, I'm sorry," he apologized, not sure about what else he could say to calm you down. Your husband took your hand in his. "I won't do it again, I promise."

You immediately ripped your hand away from his, rolling your eyes. "That's what you always say, San." He took a deep breath; you were testing his patience and he didn't like people doing that.

"San," you start, "How would you feel if you saw a guy kissing me and I get carried away and let him touch me?"

That struck him. Hard. He would hate it, obviously. San wouldn't even hesitate to put a bullet through the man's head if he touched you in any way.

San's silence gave you the answer. "That's what I thought," you snorted.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," San apologized again. "But I still had to do it and you know that."

"Whatever," you mumbled and turned around, heading to your room; he still didn't understand just how much it hurt you. It was already worse enough that you had to witness him kiss and touch all those women. But witnessing San let another woman touch him in the place where only you're allowed to, not only pissed you off, but also hurt you deeply. As the seducer of the mafia gang, he was literally trained to not get carried away; his only job was to get whatever information was needed. San was a very, very skilled seducer and you knew that damn well. Although he did get carried away a few times, he never let his targets touch him. So you couldn't understand why he let that happen now. You texted Yunho (your bestfriend and San's close friend) to ask about that woman, knowing that he would never lie to you.

Your anger increased when Yunho replied: "Oh, she hooked up with San a couple of times back in high school." You snorted in annoyance; so he let her touch him just because he knew her?

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone's notification going off. Your friends were planning to go clubbing tonight as it was a Saturday. You were going to decline, knowing that San wouldn't let you go if he wasn't with you, but you decided against it; you had a plan in mind and you knew it would work.

You ignored San the entire afternoon. He tried to talk to you but you didn't even spare him a glance. He sighed, leaving you alone to cool down.

-

"Where are you going?" San asked, looking at you from head to toe, while your four year old daughter, Minhee, played with some toy aeroplanes.

"Clubbing," you answered without looking at him.

"You're not going anywhere," San said through gritted teeth. "Especially not wearing that." You were wearing denim shorts and a black lace bralette that showed off your cleavage more than you'd usually prefer. You purposely chose this outfit, of course, and he knew that.

"You don't get to decide where I go and what I wear," you stated. You walked over to your daughter, placing a kiss on her head. "Minnie," you called her by her nickname. "Mommy will be back soon, okay?" you said to your little angel before walking out the door.

-

"Y/N! You finally came!" one of your friends yelled, already drunk. She takes your hand and drags you through the crowd of people to get to the bar on the other side. "Three tequila shots for my friend here!"

A while later, you noticed Wooyoung and Mingi at the entrance of the club; you knew San would end up here as soon as he asks Seonghwa or Hongjoong to look after your daughter for the night.

And you were right.

San entered the club, dressed in all black, looking fucking hot. You wanted to go up to him and ask him to fuck you till you see stars; however, you were still pissed and had a plan to execute.

You quickly downed your shots and pulled your friend to join your other friends who were dancing. You danced with them until one of your friends introduced you to some random guys. One of the guys, who you found really good looking, started to dance with you. You noticed San sitting on a barstool, watching everything. At that moment, the guy you were dancing with put his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him, making San nearly break the glass he was holding. Perfect. Your plan was working.

When you glanced at where San was seated, he wasn't there anymore. You glanced around, searching for him until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, dragging you away.

San dragged you downstairs where there were private rooms especially for him and his gang members as they owned this club. He took you to the room belonging to him, locking the door behind him.

"What the fuck were you doing?! How could you let him even lay a finger on you?!" your husband snarled through gritted teeth.

You snorted. "All he did was put his hands on my waist. At least he didn't slip them into my pants and touch me."

San now understood exactly why you did that; you were giving him a taste of his own medicine.

You moved to sit on the sofa, your legs starting to hurt from dancing so much. San kneeled down in front of you, placing his hands on the bare skin of your thigh. "Babe, I'm sorry. I'm an asshole, I know. But please understand that chick meant nothing to me. I didn't even know her."

You pushed his hands away from you. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying," he lied.

"You hooked up with her in high school," you deadpanned.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. He just fucked up again. "Y/N, I didn't mean to—"

You stood up from the couch. "No, fuck you, I'm done with you and your fucking bullshit," you snarled angrily, cutting him off, before making your way back to your friends.

"They might take this route instead, we can't predict what they'll do," Jongho said while moving around the meeting room; he was in charge of today's meeting on some mafia gang who had tried to hack into your gang's system to get information on your international drug deals.

During the meeting, your daughter's nanny called you. You declined the call, sending her a text that you were in a meeting. She called again and you ignored it, thinking she wouldn't have seen your message. When she called for the third time, you excused yourself from the meeting.

"I'm in a meeting, Jina, what is—"

"Mrs. Choi," she sobbed. "T-They took Minnie..."

"What?! Who?!" you felt your stomach churn uneasily.

"I-I don't know," Jina cried, "They beat me up at the park till I passed out and t-took her away. They said they would c-contact you."

"Where are you?" you asked.

"At a nearby hospital," she said. "An old couple brought me here."

"I'll be there in five," you said and hung up. You were just about to enter the meeting room, but an unknown number called you. You picked up, assuming it was your daughter's kidnappers since you never got calls from unknown numbers.

"You have a beautiful daughter, Choi Y/N," the man said. "I bet she would look even better with a slit throat, yeah?"

"Who are you? What do you want?" you asked, voice laced with venom.

The man chuckled. "It's simple, your fucking gang has to pay for my loss."

"Just tell me what the fuck you want!"

"Fifteen billion won in cash," he said. "That's the amount I lost because of you motherfuckers. Now listen to me carefully if you don't want your precious child dead. You aren't going to tell anyone about this. Not a word to your boss, Kim Hongjoong. Not a word to your pathetic husband, Choi San. I have eyes watching you, so don't try to act smart. I know you're having a meeting right now about a gang who tried to hack into your system." your eyes widened; how the fuck does this guy know? "I'm giving you three hours," he continued. "If you don't get the money within that time, I'll kill your daughter. Anyway, you'll find a black van waiting for you outside the bank. Your time starts now, Mrs. Choi. Tick tock, tick tock," he chuckled before hanging up.

"Fuck!" you yelled, tears spilling from your eyes. You ran your hand through your hair, trying to calm down; you felt like breaking down but you had to stay strong for your daughter. You wiped your tears before making your way back to the meeting room.

"I'm sorry, I'm feeling quite unwell," you mumbled, quickly collecting your stuff. "Please continue without me."

"Y/N, should I take you home?" San asked; you both still haven't made up from the fight you had a week ago. He tried to talk to you a few days ago, but it resulted in a bigger fight.

"No!" you half-yelled in frustration, startling some of the people in the room. "I'm fine," you said in a softer tone. You quickly left before San could follow you.

-

"Ah, Mrs. Choi, how can I help you?" the bank manager asked, taking a seat across you.

"I need fifteen billion won in cash," you stated, stunning the manager.

"Ma'am, that is a very large amount so cash isn't the best—"

"I need it in cash. It's really urgent," you said in an annoyed tone.

He gulped and nodded. "Please give me your national ID card."

You handed it to him, fiddling with your fingers while he entered your details into the computer system.

"You have a joint account with your husband, Choi San, correct?"

"Yes."

"Ma'am, we will need Mr. Choi's confirmation as he is the primary account holder."

You mentally cursed. "That won't be necessary," you stated, trying to control your anger.

The manager sighed. "All right, please give me a moment," he said before leaving the room.

You groaned in frustration, putting your head in your heads. You couldn't imagine what your little daughter was going through; you knew she would be scared to death. Your phone rang, interrupting your thoughts.

You declined the call when you saw it was your husband. When he called again, you had no choice but to pick it up, knowing he would keep calling you. "Hello?"

"Y/N, what are you doing? Why are you making such a huge transaction?" San questioned. You mentally cursed the bank manager for contacting San. "Y/N, answer me! What's wrong?" You just kept quiet, knowing you'd break down if you opened your mouth. You heard San take a deep breath. "Are you leaving me or something? Is this about the fights we've been having? I'm sorry about that, I know it was my fault and I don't deserve you, but please, let's talk about this," he begged, making your tears spill from your eyes. "Y/N, say something, please. Tell me what's wrong."

"I can't," you whispered, choking on a sob.

"Baby, please," he begged. "Don't leave me. Please, I'm begging you."

"I'm sorry, San."

There was silence on his end before he sighed. "Okay, take all the money you want," he said and hung up.

A moment later, the manager came into the room. "Ma'am, Mr. Choi has given his permission for the transaction. The procedure for huge cash transactions are of course different, so I need you sign a few papers and write a cheque. It'll take a little over half an hour to get the money in cash."

-

As soon as you got the cash, you called your daughter's kidnappers. "I assume you've got the money?"

"Yeah," you replied.

"Good. You'll see a black van from across the entrance of the bank," he said and hung up.

You quickly made your way outside, easily spotting the van. You crossed the street and got into the van.

You couldn't recognize the driver and the other man in the passenger seat. Your daughter wasn't even here.

"Good job, Mrs. Choi," the man in the passenger seat said with a smirk; you recognized him as the guy on the call.

"Where's my child?"

"Relax," he grinned. "We're going to her right now." He glanced at the driver who nodded and started driving.

"Ah, give me your phone," the man said. "We don't need your husband tracking us." You hesitantly gave it and he switched it off.

After what felt like hours, you reached an old building. As soon as you got outside the car, you spotted your daughter tied to a wall, unconscious with a bleeding head.

"Minhee!" you yelled, running to her.

Before you could untie her, you felt an arm go around your neck, choking you. Even though you were trained to fight, you weren't the best at it. Nevertheless, you tried to free yourself. You kicked the man in the shin, making his grip around you loosen. You took that opportunity to bite his hand before turning around, punching him in the face. You kept punching him until two other men grabbed you. You managed to get one of them injured by repeatedly kicking his private area, but the other guy one was too strong. He easily picked you and threw you onto the concrete floor, making you bang your head and knee. You groaned in pain, feeling a warm liquid running down your face. You pushed yourself to get up despite the excruciating pain you felt. His gun was pointed at you while he smiled. "Have a great time in hell, Choi Y/N."

Suddenly, a gunshot was heard and the man dropped his gun, clenching his hand in pain. A few more gunshots were fired at him, instantly killing him.

"Y/N!" you heard San scream. He picked you up in his arms bridal style, and you got a glimpse of his teary eyes.

"Min-Minhee," you murmured, struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Seonghwa's got her" was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

You slowly opened your ears, squinting due to the bright light. When your eyes adjusted, you realized you were in Yeosang's mini hospital at your gang's mansion. You turned your head to the side, spotting your husband reading some documents.

"San," you murmured, but it wasn't loud enough. "San," you raised your voice a little, coughing due to your extremely dry throat.

San immediately turned to you, eyes widening. "Y/N!" He quickly poured you a glass of orange juice since that was the first thing he saw. He helped you drink the juice, feeling so relieved to see you finally awake.

"How are you feeling, my love?" he asked, taking your hand in his.

"Where's Minhee?" you asked, panick clear in your eyes.

"Minnie is playing with Jongho and Yunho," San said, making you sigh in relief that your daughter was alive. "She's doing well. She got a few stitches, but it's healing quickly. Our daughter is very brave."

Your eyes teared up. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you about—"

"Shh, don't," he cupped your cheek. "I understand why you did what you did, babe. I would've done that too. Anyway, we wiped out that entire gang and got the money back."

"What happened? How did you find me?"

"We killed all the four men and the other three who were hiding. One of them ran away to Japan, but Wooyoung and Mingi went there and killed him," San explained before getting a little nervous. "And um, don't be mad, but I put a tracker on your necklace."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Hey, see, it proved to be helpful!" he said, putting his hands up defensively.

Before you could reply, San placed his hand over your mouth. He took a deep breath while a wide smile spread on his face. "I also have some good news."

"What's the news?" you asked, voice muffled due to San's hand on your mouth. He opened his mouth to reply, but the door burst open, revealing your daughter.

"Mommy!" she squealed, running to your bed, trying to get onto the bed that was too high for her.

San picked his daughter up, placing her beside you. "Be careful, angel. Mommy is still recovering." The little girl nodded at her father before looking at you.

"How you feel, mommy?" she asked.

"Much better, now that you're here," you replied, tickling her chin. Your daughter giggled, moving away from you. She placed her little hands on your stomach.

"Come out fast so that we can play!"

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you glanced at San. "About that..." he chuckled, taking your hand in his. "We're having another baby. You're pregnant."

"W-What?" you gasped in shock. You and San had been trying to get another child for quite sometime now.

"Yeah," he giggled, kissing the back of your hand. "You're almost a month long and the baby is perfectly fine."

Happy tears streamed down your face while your hands moved to your stomach. San kissed your head before pulling away a little. "I know I've been getting on your nerves a lot, but thank you for blessing me with Minhee and now another baby," he mumbled. "I love you so much, my beautiful wife." He crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, smiling into the kiss.

"Eww!" your daughter squealed in disgust. "I'm going to tell uncle Jongho that you're kissing!"

San pulled away with a giggle before lifting his daughter into his arms, placing kisses all over her face while she squirmed around, laughing loudly.

You lovingly watched the two of them with a large smile on your face, and you couldn't wait for the future when your new baby would arrive, adding more happiness to your and your family's lives.

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