im gonna answer the other ask later but TRANSFEM SCARY I WAS. ALSO THINKING HBBBGNN

I always see oblivious oc and a member but can we see an oblivious or aloof member and hopelessly in love oc 😎

how about aware, aloof and kind of mean hobi and hopelessly pining oc

pairing: hoseok x oc

genre: would u consider this angst 🙃

warnings: hobi is kind of mean, but for a reason. do we unpack this reason? no we don't. 

words: 1, 024

“Hey … I got you—” You stutter over your words, nearly fumbling with the iced latte as you attempt to shift your focus anywhere but Hoseok’s consuming gaze, “—a drink. Yeah. It’s hot.” You blink when he does. “I mean the weather. Hence the iced latte. Not the drink. The weather.” 

Taehyung would be so embarrassed by you right now but you were already there, so might as well, you tell yourself—despite the burn in your cheeks.

“Oh,” He collects the drink from you, inspects it like it would do him harm. You try to ignore the way your heart drops with a forced smile. “I only drink Americanos.”

And like that, Jung Hoseok has the ability to reduce you to feeling so small that you cower under his furrowed brows. You can’t even find it in you to be angry with him because he genuinely looks confused as if he’d expected you to get it right.

You thought you did, maybe your intuition was wrong.

“O-Oh t-that’s fine!” You stammer, taking the drink out of his hand like it was a bother. “I-I can get you another?” You offer timidly.

You nearly forget that he’s not alone. It’s easy to forget the presence of another person when all your senses are so in tuned to only see and feel Hoseok, even if he was blunt and a little mean. But he was so so cool and you really wanted to get to know him. Even if you didn’t, the way he carried himself on campus was enough to make you swoon.

“I should go,” You think his name is Jungkook. He’s a year younger than you, but he’s big and tall. He cocks his thumbs awkwardly to the side, giving Hoseok a firm pat on his back to bid adieu like most guys do before he shoots you one last glance that looks too pitiful for you to properly acknowledge.

Hoseok still placates your timid stature, even if you’ve shrunken back into your shell. But you didn’t spend eleven dollars on the iced latte to not talk to him, even if it was a failure on your end. It was just an opportunity and you were an opportunist.

“M-Maybe we can …” You trail off, pressing a nail into your palm to ease your nerves when all Hoseok does is just … stare, “we can go—together?” Your voice lifts towards the end on a hopeful note, but his face doesn’t give his thoughts away and you can only clear your throat to fill the silence.

“I don’t think so.” He returns, not unkindly.

Your shoulders droop, but you still had a foolish sense of hope in your chest.

“How about—?”

“Look,” He sighs, tugging his bag pack over his shoulder, “____, was it?”

At least he knows your name. Kind of.

You nod your head blindly.

“You’re … nice,” He hesitates and you’re fully aware that he’s cherry-picking the words as if he was afraid to hurt your feelings. “But I’m not interested.”

You blink.

“Yeah,” you breathe, letting out a forced laugh as you swallow, “T-That’s fine! W-We can just … be friends?” 

Hoseok shakes his head apologetically, providing you with a half-hearted smile that you can’t seem to return.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You like me and … yeah. It’ll be messy.” He shrugs.

You frown even if there’s a fierce blush on your cheeks at the way he so clearly shoots you down and unpicks the crevices of your mind. He’s not looking at you maliciously, you don’t think Hoseok is ever capable of being malicious. But there’s still a part of you that holds on to your wishful thinking as you bounce off each heel.

“I can work with that!” You say all too enthusiastically that Hoseok winces, “I won’t … do anything. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Your eyes are bright and wide, a pool of innocence that circles through your irises when Hoseok stares your hopeful expression down. You still have a smile on your face, though you don’t know if it’s forced or genuine, it does the job—you hope.

It’s a little pitiful, the way you’re offering all your cards to Hoseok just so you could be close to him. Maybe it was the selfish part of you that wanted to see where your friendship with him would go, to see if perhaps the senior would like you back one day—even if you’re forcibly entered into the friend zone. 

“You can’t promise me that.” He says curtly, his heel turning out to say that this was the last thing he was going to grace you with. “Move on, okay? You’re nice.” He sighs.

When he turns his back to you, only do you tug at the elbow of his denim jacket. You can see the way he scowls, possibly ready to chew you out for laying a hand on him—but you move faster before he can get a word out.

“Not even friends?” You ask so softly, eyes cast to your feet.

Hoseok purses his lips, snatching his arm away.

“No.”

And he leaves.

.

“Hey …” Jungkook nudges Hoseok with his shoulder.

Hoseok glances up, an apparent frown on his face as he raises a brow.

“Anything you need, kid?” He grunts.

“Isn’t that …” He trails off, eyes following his words while Hoseok mimics the gesture like second nature.

He’s not even surprised to see you. Your paths crossed quite often even if you were the one that was pining. Hoseok noticed you, he always did.

This time, you’re accompanied by Min Yoongi by your side, all suave when he opens the door for you and allows you to walk through it first.

“Yeah?” Hoseok sighs, turning his head away and he ignores the way it feels heavy to do so.

Jungkook shrugs, “I dunno. Thought she was crushing on you. Like majorly.” It’s off-handed, too innocent to mean anything. But Hoseok still scowls.

“She doesn’t,” Hoseok says, eyes resting on the way you smile up at Yoongi like he rearranged the stars for you, “They never do.”

For the Obi-Wan prompt, he is undercover somewhere for shadow work and meets jango, they have a fun time, and then years later they see each other on Kamino and instead of thinking Obi-Wan is actually a Jedi jango thinks he’s pretending to be a Jedi

“What the kriff are you doing here?” Jango hissed, once Taun We had left his quarters.

Ben, the karking idiot, had gone the color of spoilt milk at the sight of him. He was lucky Jango hadn’t blown his cover and gotten him tossed into the ocean or executed by clone firing squad for impersonating a Jedi.

“Dad?” Boba asked, losing the cute but ineffectual glower he’d been giving the supposed interloper.

“Everything’s fine, Boba,” Jango said, watching the fascinated glance Ben cast at his son. Ben was honorable, as far as bounty hunters went, but Jango would make sure to threaten him just in case. A lot of people would pay an obscene amount for something to hold over his head, and Jango had very little in the galaxy he cared for other than Boba. “Go work on your modules, we’re gonna talk shop.”

Boba’s eyes sharpened with interest, knowing by now what his father’s trade entailed, and he gave Ben an assessing look. Ben was unassuming when he wanted to be--disguising himself as someone important wasn’t his style, but he’d done a damn fine job with his cover, as he always did. He was carrying himself like a Jedi. He even had what looked like a kriffing lightsaber hilt tucked into his belt, though Jango wasn’t sure if it was a replica or if Ben had somehow managed to get his hands on the real deal. It wouldn’t exactly surprise him if he had; Ben was good at what he did, even if Jango was better.

“It was good to meet you, young one,” Ben said, in that stilted but sincere way he had with kids. Boba rolled his eyes as he left, and Jango didn’t bother to stifle his smile. He doubted that Boba had made Ben’s first few minutes on Kamino especially pleasant.

“Answer the question, Ben,” Jango said, once Boba was safely in his room. The little womp rat probably had his ear pressed to it, just like Jango used to do when Jaster held war counsels, way back when. “What are you doing here?”

Ben still looked a little like he’d been cold cocked at the sight of him, but he was getting over it quickly. It was a trait Jango appreciated just as much as he mistrusted. Ben had never screwed him over before (at least not in a way Jango hadn’t enthusiastically reciprocated and participated in, at any rate), but Jango had been in the game too long to trust a bounty hunter who was good at their job.

“I was hired to track down the person who put a hit out on a senator. I wasn’t aware it was you I’d be dealing with or I wouldn’t have come.”

Jango smiled again at that; Ben had the oddest way of pulling those out of him without even trying. Most bounty hunters would never admit to something like that, because they worked in an industry where you really couldn’t afford the resultant loss of face, but Ben had always been an oddball. It was a breath of fresh air to hear someone self-deprecate when most bounty hunters preferred to self-aggrandize.

Of course, Ben was too skilled, and Jango too smart to fall for it--but he admired Ben’s dedication to his cowardly, pragmatic facade. He might have believed it if Ben hadn’t saved his life in situations where he stood to gain nothing from it. The man was about as noble as a bounty hunter could be, with a healthy serving of death wish, to boot.

“That quick, huh. Hadn’t known you were on Coruscant. If I did I would’ve subcontracted to you instead of Wesell.”

“Yes, well, I’m currently in the employ of your target, and I won’t be swayed without a much more significant percentage of the payout than you’re willing to give.” He hesitated, tugging contemplatively at his beard, then said, “Naboo is a very wealthy planet, you know--”

“Not happening for me either, though I appreciate the offer. My employer isn’t someone I want to cross.” Yet.

“I see,” Ben said. “Well, I don’t suppose you’d be willing to talk about your... other contracts?”

He sent a significant glance at Boba’s door.

“Boba’s not a product,” Jango said sharply. “He was the reward.” That’s what the others are. Products. I have only one son.

“I didn’t mean to insult your family in such a way,” Ben said delicately, though he almost certainly had. Jango let it slide; up until a few minutes ago, he hadn’t known his colleague, rival, and occasional fuckbuddy had a son. All things considered, he was taking everything very well.

And the Jedi might receive the intel better if it was Ben selling it to them. After all, a clone army with the Jedi Killer’s face was always going to be a hard sell, and Ben was a born salesman. Jango had worked too hard for his revenge for it to falter now.

And... he found he wanted Ben and Boba to get to know each other. As it stood, the only other bounty hunter Boba knew was Aurra Sing, and as much as Jango respected her she was hardly a role model. He still had his Mandalorian sense of honor, and Ben was the only other bounty hunter he knew who had even a semblance of a moral code.

That was the only reason he wanted Ben to meet his son.

Besides, they hadn’t slept together in years, and Jango was nothing if not an opportunist.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner, and we’ll see if we can work something out.”

Dangerously Beautiful. (Seokjin x oc)

Kim Seokjin x OC!!

 Genre : Organized Crime AU ! 

Warnings : AU related violence . Explicit Content. Blood , Gore but not too bad. I’ll see how it goes. Extremely Dubious Consent. Abusive relationships. Unhealthy power dynamics. 

Summary : When you’re caught in a war that has no end, the only goal is to survive. 

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Prologue

“Been a while, huh baby? You’re too fucking tight....” Seokjin grunted, fingers crushing my wrists together with a bruising grip , eyes narrowed as he smirked right into my face as he fucked into me, his hips slamming into mine with a force that made my bones rattle and I had to bite my lips to keep from crying out, tears spilling over my eyes and soaking the fabric of his tie , knotted and stuffed in my mouth. 

“But that’s good...at least it tells me you haven’t been spreading your thighs for anyone else, right baby? Not that you would dare....you know you’re mine, don’t you ? Your sexy little body....all mine, huh darling?” He leaned down and made to kiss me and i panicked. I didn’t want him to kiss me. 

I closed my eyes, turning my face away but he brought one hand up to grip my jaw, yanking my face back to stare at him. He tightened the grip on my chin and I whimpered when his thumb dug into my skin . 

“Open your fucking eyes and look at me.” He demanded. “ What are you afraid of huh? Afraid to admit how much you like this? How much you like having my cock in your cunt?”

I glared at him, hoping he could read all the hatred, all the disdain and scorn and fury I felt for him. He merely laughed shaking his head, his movements speeding up. He stared at me like I was the most precious thing in the world and yet he treated me like I was something he wanted to destroy. 

“So you’ve been hanging out with Jihoon again...imagine my surprise doll... Me .... one of the most powerful in the country, “ He punctuated each pause with a thrust that left me wincing in pain, “one of the most feared men in the country and yet....my beautiful wife...out flaunting a relationship with another man.... Don’t make me put a bullet in my own brother’s head, Renae....” He growled, thumb slipping into my mouth, alongside the tie. I closed my eyes, , exhausted as my body went limp to fight the pain.

 I hated him. Hated him . Hated him.  

“Gonna fuck you all night. Gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be sore for days.....Heard you made plans with him? Let’s see how you run around the city with my brother if you can’t fucking walk tomorrow.” he snarled and I choked on my tears.

The knock on the door made him pause and he swore. 

“What the fuck do you want?” He roared and I held my breath. 

 Please... Please leave... Just, Please.

“Wang’s here, hyung.” Jungkook’s voice carried through the thick mahogany door. “ He’s got the Lee kid. “ 

Seokjin groaned . 

He glared at the door for a second , taking deep breaths to calm himself down and I could see the anger swelling inside him. i held my breath because I did not want to be the outlet for all that rage. I stared , watching his eyes shift to mine, cold and unfeeling. 

I winced when he brought his clenched fist down on the sheet with enough force to rattle the whole bed. I exhaled shakily as his fingers came up to brush the sweat slicked bangs off my face, thumb pressing into my lips with force.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to reschedule, princess.” he grunted pulling out, and relief flooded my body so hard, i sagged. He made to move away but stopped when I shuddered.

“What? “ He snapped and I froze. 

His fingers reached for the knot at the back of my head and he yanked on it till the tie came undone. I gasped when he pulled the fabric out of my mouth , swallowing to sooth by bruised throat. 

“You look entirely too glad that I’m leaving.” He tilted his head thoughtfully and my gaze snapped to his. 

“I.. I..” My voice broke, rusty from disuse. 

“On your hands and knees.” 

I sobbed in disbelief, shaking my head and trying to move away but he gripped my waist, turning me over and lifting my hips till I was on all fours.

“Grab the fucking headboard.” He whispered , sounding unnaturally calm and I felt a chill spread all over my skin. 

With Seokjin, the calmer he was, the more reason you had to be afraid. 

“I’m gonna fuck you till I cum and then I’m supposed to go kill Lee Jae Hwan’s son. If you stay quiet , let me do my thing... I may consider letting him live. What say, princess? He’s only twenty three years old....  “ He smiled eerily, the sheer beauty of his face a complete contrast to the things he did. 

I closed my eyes. 

It wasn’t really a fucking choice was it? 

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“You didn’t come to the cafe.” Jihoon’s voice came from the shadows , just as I left the library on the east wing. I felt my heart race, eyes darting up and down the length of the corridor, anxiety spiking as I tried to listen for footsteps or voices. It was mid afternoon and the sun spilled into the open hallways through the open windows, and there was no one in sight. 

 No one visited the East wing that often especially in the middle of the day but you could never be too careful. The servants , guards and the housekeeper were all loyal to Seokjin. And last night... Seokjin had made it clear that he was watching. I couldn’t do this. Couldn’t put handsome, kind Jihoon’s life in danger for my own selfish desires. 

I ignored him, walking a bit faster to get away but he moved faster, stopping in front of me and holding both hands up to stop me. 

“Renae....what’s wrong?” He asked softly , eyes warm and worried and brimming with concern and i wanted to sob.

“We shouldn’t be doing this , “ i whispered, shaking my head. “ I can’t convince Seokjin to let me go if he thinks it is  you  I’m leaving with. Right now I hold no value to him but if you keep following me around..acting like a fool....he will keep me chained to his side.!!!” 

Jihoon growled , eyes flashing with frustration and anger.

“He doesn’t deserve you!”

“I know.” I whispered, glancing back up and down the corridor. I was so terrified in my own home and it was so unfair. “ I know but you must remember.... he did not force me into anything. I came here of my own volition. I let him court me and marry me and I am his wife now. He owns me. Unless he lets me go, I cannot escape.” 

“Its been five years. How much longer? How much longer must I wait for you to-”

“I never asked you to wait. Your waiting is your own doing. Don’t pin that on my head, Master Kim.” I said coldly. 

He flushed at that. 

“I just.. i love you. I care for you deeply and I want to give you the life you deserve...does that count for nothing?” He asked, desperately and I looked away, laughing at his naivety. 

At twenty five, Jihoon was as naive as they came. He had been raised, sheltered. Away from the family business. He did not know how ruthless his brother was. 

How little Seokjin valued  human life? How fiercely possessive he was of the things he owned. 

How little he cared about what anyone else wanted? 

“No..matter what any of us wants,  because only the king gets to have what he wants “ I said sharply, “ and Kim Seokjin is the King. This is his empire. You and I , we are pawn in his court, only here to serve him as he asks us to....to give him what he wants...... And as long as he wants me , in his house and in his bed, I am bound to him. You’re risking your life , for something that may not even be real” 

“Don’t say that... Don’t you dare say that.. What we have is real... it  is  real.” He said softly. 

I stared at him, shaking my head. 

“After four years with your brother I no longer know what is real and what isn’t. “  

He stared at his feet.

“You love him. “ I said softly.

He didn’t deny it. 

“I love you more.” He said hoarsely.

I laughed a little.

“I’m sure you believe that. But the truth is he  will  kill you. He told me as much. I can’t have that on my head, Jihoon.” 

I turned away, clutching my book to my chest , as I walked away from the only person who had ever shown me any kindness. 

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“She is in love with Jihoon.” Seokjin said casually, taking a sip of his whiskey, eyes trained on the sunset, lavishly beautiful from their position up on one the tallest towers in the estate. 

Yoongi hummed thoughtfully.

“not surprising considering you treat her like dirt.”

Seokjin grimaced.

“I don’t have time to indulge all her fairytale fantasies. She is my wife , she is honor bound to serve me and me alone.” He growled. 

Yoongi laughed.

“This isn’t the dark ages. You married her. You didn’t buy her love....” 

“then why am I still fucking paying for it. “ He snapped. “ Why am I still here, four years later, chained to her but nowhere closer to being what she wants. Why am I here, contemplating killing my own brother....? “

Yoongi shook his head. 

“Because you wasted the years when you should’ve been there for her. You left her alone in a sprawling mansion with no one to lean on and it was your brother who offered her the companionship she craved...” 

“My father had died!” Seokjin shouted, fists clenched in frustration. “ He died and he left me a crumbling, burning mess of an organization filled with traitors and opportunists. None of them were loyal to me , I had an attempt on my life every day of the fucking week...so forgive me if I couldn’t take time off to play house with a nineteen year old girl .......” 

“Its not too late.” Yoongi said softly. 

Seokjin sighed. 

“Yoongi...”

“ You’re not that man anymore, Seokjin.... You’ve done your part. You’ve built an empire even the Romans would envy and you are the one in control. She isn’t nineteen anymore either..... She’s twenty four. She knows the kind of life you lead, She will be more understanding. She hasn’t left yet so there’s no reason you shouldn’t try-” 

“She has been looking for divorce lawyers.” Seokjin whispered. “ She wants me to let her go.”

Yoongi stayed quiet.

Seokjin continued, voice laced with frustration. 

“I can’t do that. I... I don’t know what love is but I feel...something for her. Something that makes it impossible for me to contemplate a life without her.  So I can’t let her go but if I keep her life this, if I chain her to my side , she is only going farther away from me. i don’t.. i don’t know what to do.” he said helplessly. 

Yoongi nodded.

“I think its time to let Jungkook take over as the head of operations.” He said softly.

Seokjin’s eyes snapped to him. 

“What?! He’s not ready -”

“And he’ll never be ready if you don’t give him the chance to prove himself. He is intelligent , sharp and ruthless. He knows the in and out of this business like you do and he has stayed by your side since he was sixteen years old. He loves you like a brother and he is loyal to you in a way that I’ve never witnessed in my life. “

Seokjin sighed running a hand over his face. 

“So, what? I just hand things over to him and go sit in an armchair fiddling my thumbs?”

Yoongi laughed.

“No... you take a step back... see over everything and offer us your advice when we’re stuck. The way bosses all over the world function. The next time there’s an issue that needs to be dealt with, you trust  us  to deal with it, instead of turning up at an abandoned warehouse at two in the morning to break some poor college kid’s arm.” 

Seokjin nodded, taking another sip of his drink.

“And... Renae?”

“You tell her you want to build a relationship with her. Beg her for a chance if you have to and then you fix things  If you want her love, you earn it. “ 

“Is that how you earned your wife’s love?” Seokjin smirked. 

Yoongi grimaced.

“Let’s not talk about that ...’“ He grunted. 

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When I walked into the dining room that evening, the last thing I expected was my husband, dressed to the nines and leaning against the fireplace, staring off into space. 

He straightened when he saw me and i froze in place, fear choking my insides. 

“Hi.” He said softly.

I blinked, confused.

“I was hoping to have dinner with you.”

He what?

I merely stared at him, completely thrown. 

“Unless you have other plans.” 

I pinched myself discreetly. Was I having a fever dream? Had I fallen asleep in the library?

“Say something.” He snapped and I got pulled out of my reverie. 

I swallowed.

“No.. I.. no i don’t have any plans.”

“Good. Come, let’s sit.” 

He pulled a chair out for me and i stared at him in confusion, walking over and carefully lowering myself into the seat. 

“Are you going to kill me?” I blurted out when he took the seat opposite to me. 

He stared at me in shock.

“What?! Of course not..why would you think that?” he demanded. 

I swallowed. 

“What are you doing here then.??? ..you don’t do this. Ever.”

“Maybe I’ve changed.” He said casually and I laughed in disbelief.

“I don’t know what sick game you’re trying to play with me but...”

“I’ve been neglecting you.” he said gently. 

I froze.

:” I’ve not been the kind of husband I could’ve been. And I think, I need to remedy that.”

He stared at me. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” I said shakily.

“I want to make this work. “

“This?” i said, slightly hysterical.

“Our marriage. I want to make it work.”

“I.. no. I don’t want that.. I want a-”

“DON’T!!!” He shouted, fists coming down on the table with a force that made me jump. “ Don’t ask me for a divorce. I’m not giving you one. not now, not ever.” 

I stared down at my knees, tears stinging. 

“I am trying to be more ....gentle. I want to mend things between us so you wouldn’t have to look for comfort or companionship from another man. “ 

“Please stop.” I felt sick. 

“You’re my wife Renae. And i want you to enjoy it. “ 

Nausea. Anger. Disbelief. Despair. 

Everything warred inside me and my head pounded. 

“I ....am not hungry anymore.” I choked out, stumbling to my feet and moving away and for the first time, Seokjin let me leave the room when I wanted to . 

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Author’s Note : Well.... Feedback is appreciated as always.  leave a reply here if you wanna be on the taglist. 

okay first off your writing is SO GOOD!!!!!! but i was wondering, since in most of the works so far some of the other yiga are kinda mean, could we get sooga and/or kohga bonding with a newer recruit? like they’re having a rough time adjusting and it’s just tender and sweet

One, the yiga aren’t exactly mean. It’s levels. See, the foot soldiers are very kind and respectable to Sooga, for his status, and devotion to Kohga. The Blade masters are hard on Sooga because he was once one of them. As such, they’re VERY competitive with one another, and accept nothing less than perfection from one another. The Blade master’s aren’t bad guys, they’re just way more heavy handed. Trust me, if push came to shove, these guys would have Sooga’s back.

And two, there’s actually a mission in aoc that kiiinda has something in those lines. It’s where a yiga member misses home, so you give him veggies to remind him of home (think it gives Kohga an extra heart???), so let’s do it based of that guy!

“Rounds, once more! Let’s go!”

Whenever Sooga wasn’t serving Kohga, he was busy tending towards the soldiers' training. He was busy training the newest recruits, and it was quite a solid lineup so far. Quick, devoted, opportunistic. Just what the clan needed. All but one. The one who seemed to be the most distracted. He was the newest one of the pack, having just joined the clan yesterday. He was slow, he kept tripping over himself, he kept fumbling. It was odd, given the fact that just the day prior, he was near the front of the pack. He tripped up yet again in the course, unable to dodge the obstacles set before him. He was about to get up and try again, when he looked up to see Sooga peering over him.

“Not you. Get up, follow me. Rest of you, follow HIS orders!”

He left the newbies to his own second hand, a man who was close to being Master Kohga’s right hand (long story). The footsoldier stood up, following Sooga. He stayed close to his side, less he got lost in the maze of the base. He then stopped into one of the storage rooms, shutting the door behind them. He looked down at the meager creature before him, and he couldn’t help but scoff. He didn’t look down on him for being on the lower rung of the yiga ladder, but for the fact that he wasn’t giving everything he had to the clan.

“Explain yourself.”

“I don’t, uhm-”

“You will look at me in the face.”

“You mean mask?”

He chuckled, but when Sooga didn’t do the same, he shrunk a bit. He fiddled with his fingers, clearly nervous under such an intense gaze. He went silent. Sooga fought the urge to sigh.

“You are now a member of the Yiga clan. Therefore, your devotion must be unlimited, and unwavering. Unless you are injured, you give all your body has to the clan. Do you understand?”

He messed with his fingers again, and Sooga couldn’t help but notice just how young he was. But a boy, in Sooga’s eyes. 

“I’m sorry. I know I said I wanted to join, and I’ve already sworn devotion to Kohga. But I just...I’m distracted.”

“Explain.”

The soldier hugged himself, clearly going into something uncomfortable.

“I...I dunno. I’m used to having a mom, and a dad, and my sister. I’m used to sitting down and having warm meals in my own bed, I miss playing with my friends. I miss my village, I miss the goats, the horses, even the cherry trees. I even missed being called by my own name, Alfo-”

“You do not speak your former name. You learn to look without a face, and to be silent, even when asking for help. You and your team must be in sync, and you could ruin it in your longing. Do you understand?”

He looked up at him, before nodding. Life in the yiga clan was not easy. He too, joined the clan, and felt the confusion. He too, yearned for his home way back when, and even now, he’d turn if he thought he heard someone speak his name. It was rough, especially at this young age. No one was to know of another member's past, aside from Sooga, but from what he gathered, his parents died, and his sister had gone missing. He needed resources, needed a place to stay as he searched for her. It was a noble dream, that much was certain. Sooga wanted to bark at him once more, before his heart seemed to recall what compassion was.

“Look. Perhaps you need independent training, until you grow comfortable with the other’s. I will train you myself.”

“Are you...serious? Really?”

The boy looked damn excited, but he stopped bouncing on his feet the second Sooga cleared his throat. This was going to take some work, it seemed, before this foot soldier could properly represent his clan. Still holding a chipper attitude however, he was sure to make the other aware of how important this offer meant to him.

“You will NOT regret this, Sooga! Not for one-”

He seemed to forget the door was closed, causing him to hit his face against the door, and swear under his breath. Sooga sighed. This was going to be a challenge, for certain.

-----------------------------------------------

“Good, good. Again.”

Sooga was surprised how effortless this suddenly seemed to be. The little one started their training with more rants of home, more longing for what was once his life. Sooga, instead of telling him to hush and focus, allowed him to rant. It improved his skills considerably. His feet danced across the floor, his dodge timing was perfect, and although Sooga blocked them, his attacks hit their marks every time. He even managed to dodge one of his attacks, which was rare on someone so low on the yiga clan ladder.

“Right!”

Armed with but a Vicious Sickle, the young one found himself standing toe to toe with Sooga, enough so, that when their weapons locked together, the boy didn’t immediately fall over from his massive weight. Course, Sooga eventually gained the under hand, shoving him, and forcing him to drop his weapon. He looked ready for backlash, cowering as he stood there, when Sooga nodded.

“Nicely done. You lasted far longer than most. Seems as though you just needed to clear your head, young one.”

He bounced a bit on his feet, picking up his weapon and spinning it in his hand, suddenly overflowing with confidence.

“Well I mean...I AM pretty strong when I put my mind to it. Never really got picked on during school. Pretty smart to, I’d sa-ow!”

Not paying attention, he nicked his finger with the blade. He dropped it again, putting his finger in his mouth. Sooga rolled his eyes, leaning down to pick it up, before putting it back in his hand.

“Another rule of the blade. Respect your weapon. It is meant to serve you, but it is useless without the same amount of care. It is a mutual respect. Do you understand?”

He nodded, taking the blade back from his hand, and tucking it back into his belt loop. The boy was young, dumb, and eager to prove himself to his elder. If that didn’t ring any bells. The boy seemed to be done with his finger, and he finally found his voice.

“So, what now? We gonna learn some of the poof stuff? I wanna teleport and stuff!”

“That takes displicine, and concentration. Two things you do not have yet. It’s also why you are not allowed on the field yet.”

“Which is not fair!”

He cried out, following Sooga as they made their way to the dining hall. Most of the clan was happy to survive on mainly bananas, but the boy looked none too interested.

“What’s the matter? You are not hungry?”

“No, I am. I just...I kinda missed the food back from home.”

Sooga scoffed. Figures. Sooga couldn’t blame the poor boy for dwelling so much in the past. Not everyone was like himself, longing to forget his old life.

“Let me guess. You want something like meat stuffed pumpkin.”

Sooga didn’t expect him to gasp, and nudge his arm, clearly excited.

“How did you know!? Can you read minds!? What number am I thinking of!?”

“No, it’s just predictable, given what you told me about your previous life. Bit of a ‘bumpkin’, as I’d put it.”

Sooga chuckled. Maybe it was the fact that he grew up with younger siblings, maybe it was his natural knack for being a caregiver. But regardless, Sooga found himself charmed by this little one, enough to at least not bark and tell him to eat what he was served. Oh, he was soft in the heart, just like Kohga said. Speaking of Kohga-

“Sooga, there you are! Been looking for you!”

The dining hall was abuzz from Master Kohga’s presence. Excitement that the young one hadn’t seemed to fully grasp, like some newbies. Before Kohga could continue, he pointed towards Sooga, as if accusing him of something.

“Did you know he could read minds?!”

Kohga cocked his head to the side, clearly confused.

“What? No he can’t. Love the guy, but he’s stupid.”

“Oh, can YOU read my mind then? What number am I thinking of?”

Kohga folded his arms over his chest, scoffing.

“Easy, 420.”

“....Is this yiga magic? I wanna learn that!!”

Kohga seemed to find him just as amusing, shaking his head.

“This one of the newbies, isn’t he? The one you said you wanted to train personally?”

“Yes, Master Kohga. While his mind races with frivolous things, he does in fact, have some skills. His reflexes are swift, as well as his feet, even amongst the foot soldiers.”

“Am I...skilled enough to get meat stuffed pumpkin?”

Kohga cocked his head to the side, and Sooga had to pull him into a bit of a side huddle.

“He misses his old home, Master Kohga. Not to mention, some variety in their diet COULD do some good in terms or morale.”

Kohga scoffed, arms folded.

“I like this kid, but you can’t sit there and tell me this kid is THAT special, Sooga. I’m not going all the way out there just so he can have special eats.”

“....Please?”

Kohga knew that look in his face. Sooga would NOT let this go, he could tell. He groaned, lightly shaking his head.

“Fine, just. Fine.”

The kid seemed to hear them, and whooped in celebration. Right before his excitement made someone fall over, and drop their bananas everywhere. Kohga sighed.

“I can’t believe I like this kid.”

“Neither can I, Master Kohga.”

They watched him scramble and try to pick everything up, before slipping on one of the peels, starting the mess all over again.

“We’re essentially adopting him, aren’t we?”

“Essentially, Master Kohga.”

“Oh well. Least I can call myself a dilf now.”

Thotty Thursday: Part 2

The second installment of Thotty Thursday is upon us. Rejoice, heathens!

Now, let me just say that I’m picking dudes at random while trying to keep things balanced between old shows and new ones but ... y’all really bout to notice some patterns the more we do this so I’m just gonna wait for someone to call me out tbh. 😰

FYI, I like to think of myself as an equal opportunist thirster and if a dude is hot then he’s hot. I’m not one to question this shit. But when you get right down to it I have like four types: high IQ smarty pants, dummy thicc, dad and bad boy bastard. Our next snack belongs in the last category, without question.

He’s honestly prettier than me and that is not an exaggeration but don’t let his good looks fool you

This Arabian Nights styled dime piece has a mean streak a mile wide. Because of Reasons, ofc, but that don’t change the facts

Not only did he once punch a child in the face for no other reason than to assert his dominance (fact) he also pretended to cry in front of the person he hates most just to laugh about how they fell for his (flawlessly executed) act

He honestly may or may not have a few screws loose but that’s part of the appeal, you see. It adds a dash of spice to the meal

And you know what they say about crazy bitches in bed 😏

Full disclosure, I started reading Magi: Labyrinth of Magic before the anime aired and his name was originally translated as Judal so that’s what he’s always going to be in my mind. The official translation is Judar, and I respect that, but at the end of the day I do not know her

Judar who?

Can I also just take a moment to point out that gloriously long, thick braid he’s sporting tho

This man has hair for days and there’s just something I find incredibly attractive about that

I want to take it all down and carefully comb through it, play with it and style it again 

Really show him the attention he deserves

If he decided to suffocate me with it, well, I guess I wouldn’t complain about that either

Now, the setting alone had my interest PIQUED right out the gate because I love Middle Eastern inspired aesthetics and I truly don’t think it’s utilized as a setting half as much as it deserves to be. It’s very beautiful imo and the anime team did a pretty good job of capturing that vibe but if I’m being honest I think the manga was better (up to a point)

However there ain’t nothing quite like seeing your man move on screen or hearing his voice with your own two ears and when I say Judal put on a show each time he showed up ... 🥵

I think I can safely say my pussy clenched whenever I got so much as a whiff of him possibly making an appearance, PHEW

He’s just so pretty and mean

My favorite combo tbh

“But why do you like mean boys so much 🤔?” You ponder aloud and my answer to that is “I don’t know. I just do.”

Judal gets my kitty purring for a variety of reasons but the biggest is probably that I can’t look at him without imagining myself as his feisty little slave girl, wearing nothing but sheer silk and delicate gold chains, completely at his mercy ...

Oops, did I say that out loud? 😳

I mean, can you really blame me when he’s running around in those baggy harem pants though?? Can you really???

So the first thing you probably thought was: damn. This guy kinda dressed like a thot 👀

And you’re not wrong

Does he HAVE to dress like that? Strictly speaking, no. But I am definitely not complaining about his fashion choices

His titties are so close to popping out of that tiny little shirt that we’d be getting nip slips left, right and center if he had any more meat on his bones than that and trust me when I say he did that shit on purpose

This boy is SUCH a fucking tease and he loves the attention it gets him - first and foremost because he’s used to being the CENTER of attention but we’ll get more into that a little bit later

Hes just a tad 👌 narcissistic, loves to show off, definitely bipolar and is in a constant state of feeling himself so he’s hitting all his marks as far as I’m concerned

In short, he’s perpetually oozing big dick fuck boy energy and I live for it

That’s why he’s always showing up with that stank ass attitude, he knows damn well he can pull the baddest bitch around AND her man too

He’d fuck you and your boyfriend at the same time just to prove a point, that’s actually how petty he is

Honestly though I’d like to see ANYbody maintain their resolve when he’s laying on the charm and Judal’s just cruel enough to do it for shits and giggles

Probably wakes up in the middle of his sprawling imperial bed at two in the afternoon and says something like “damn, I need a little pick me up today” and then proceeds to manipulate and harass his lucky unfortunate victim of choice

He’s relentless too and will stop at absolutely nothing to get what he wants, even if that means breaking you in the process

Again, I like the challenge he represents

But also I just like a man who can make me cry 🤷‍♀️

And I don’t doubt he absolutely would. Tears probably turn him on tbh and I’m positive he’s got a bit of a yandere streak too

Are y’all seeing those patterns yet??

So did you guys notice that wand he keeps twirling around like a goddamn baton?

He’s a magic user, or in this case a magi which means he’s literally at the top of the food chain in this universe

He’s special special

Every ounce of confidence he has is rightfully deserved and even tho he’s not the strongest per say, he IS extremely powerful and his destiny as a magi is to influence the world

THE WHOLE ASS WORLD YA’LL

That’s why he’s got such a big fucking ego

I promise these aren’t major spoilers, so you don’t have to worry about that

When he was still a (too precious for words) child, he was abducted by an evil cult so that they could manipulate him and use his powers to influence shit in a bad way. The exact details of what they did to him are hazy, but based on the snippets we did get it seems like they basically put Judal on a pedestal and raised him as if he were some kind of god or a king

I’m talking waiting on him hand and foot, giving him whatever he wanted, essentially worshiping him and using persuasive mind control magic to convince him that he’s the best thing to happen since sliced bread

And it worked

Can you tell exactly how fucked up this kid is right now

Keep in mind here that I’m not saying his screwed up personality isn’t the result of some seriously bad mojo

Magi are supposed to be what tips the scales of fate in this setting which, generally, means for the betterment of the world and this whack ass cult pointedly steered him down a path he otherwise would not have gone

But it’s this tragic past of his that really brings the whole package together

He could be a mean pretty boy for no other reason than because he wants to and I’d still drop into a split on his cock

I like mean for the sake of mean too

It’s just that knowing what made him the way he is gives us the perfect amount of insight to truly feel sympathetic despite all the bad shit he has done and will continue to do

Personally, it makes me want to be the one to show him genuine, tender affection no matter how much he’s initially appalled by the mere suggestion so in a lot of ways it’s similar to how I feel towards Hiei

But that doesn’t mean I want him to change and start being n - 🤢 start being nice - 🤮

He’s perfect just the way he is and there’s just something about big, confident egos that gets me going like little else

And Judal seems to truly believe he’s the greatest gift the world has ever received and he’s not wrong about that imo so yeah he definitely has an attitude problem

But that also means he’s a spoiled brat tho and he’s definitely one of those dudes who needs to be dommed on occasion to really get the full experience 👀

I am not too shy to pin him down and milk his cock for all it’s worth, that is all I’m saying fam

And can I just point out how breathtakingly gorgeous he’d look all flushed and sweaty, whimpering like a needy little bitch in heat while having his prostate relentlessly teased for hours on end?

Goodness, it suddenly got HOT in here, is that just me??? 💦

Ofc the only way that’s gonna happen is if he allows it - which I don’t see being a common occurrence - but that’s why you gotta take advantage of that shit when it does 👀

On the topic of Judal being spoiled, I want to mention that there are actually TWO very different backdrops that I can thot around with him in, and I like that

There’s the fantasy Middle East setting ofc which I personally can’t get enough of

I’m wearing the slave girl Leiah outfit in my mind right now btw

But he also spends a lot of time in this worlds version of ancient China complete with all the dramatic robes and elegant architecture to really set the mood

He has an entire imperial palace on lock and if that doesn’t get you even a little bit horny then idk what to tell you

The royal family for the most part treats him like one of their own despite not being related in any way, if that tells you exactly how much clout he pulls in this setting, and even tho they’re essentially using him for their own gain Judal doesn’t seem to mind it one bit

He likes being at the top and having the freedom to do whatever he wants so if that means doing a little dirty work for the Kou Empire then so be it

And I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t be a ride or die on these little errands

Like, just imagine this pretty boy pulling up to you on his flying carpet (that’s not a joke or something I just pulled out of my ass btw) and asking if you want to come back to his crib for some fun

You say yes, because you might be a thirsty slut but you’re certainly not STUPID

And he straight up takes you to a fucking palace

Be honest with me guys, how fast do the panties come off tho?

Be real with me here

This is actually just the plot of Aladdin but with the gender roles reversed 🤣

Fr fr though, A Whole New World plays softly in the back of my mind every time I think about this dude, except it’s much darker and ... explicit 😏

But my point here is that Judal’s got basically everything he could ever possibly want so he really just needs a pretty little concubine at his side to complete the picture

And I dead ass feel like it should be ME

When I say this man could get it ....

OOF

He is TROUBLE in its purest form and I regret nothing about my choice in fictional men

Absolutely nothing

He could honestly fuck me up seven ways to Sunday and I’d thank him for the honor

Spit on me, king. Please. I don’t need nothing else to sustain me

Unless you want to throw some of that choice dick in for free? 👀

Lord  have MERCY

The Firsts

Summary: No one ever told him that living was going to be so difficult. That there would emotions get couldn’t label and distinguish. He’s just a young boy trying to navigate through life and its unexpected ups and downs.

Genre: Humor, Fluff, smut(?)

Pairings: Oc x Felix, Oc x Changbin, Changbin x Oc x Felix

Warnings: poly relationship, angst in some part, excessive fighting about the MCU.

Parts: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17

A/N: This story has a theme of Firsts. First love, first kiss and many other firsts. Each part can be read on their own and are meant to stand as oneshots. It’s basically a collection of oneshots (little snapshots into my Oc’s life. 😁)

Aiden eyed Changbin hard as the other fiddled with his laptop. The two boys sat in Changbin’s room on a particularly hot summer afternoon. It was the kind of hot that the simple thought of breathing exhausted them, which wouldn’t have been a bad thing had they been at Aiden’s house. His mother always insisted on running the air conditioning during the summertime to keep everyone sane - he sadly couldn’t say the same thing for Changbin’s mom, who insisted they just open the window and let the fresh air in. 

They had toyed with the idea of going somewhere to escape the heat, but anytime either of them thought about walking outside in the sweltering heat they decided against the idea. That’s when Changbin got an oh so great idea, one that Aiden was questioning the sanity of. “How do you even know what sites to go to? Did you like, google it?” He asked, eyes locked on the screen as Changbin pulled up a porn site. Images of naked men and women danced on the screen - most advertisements but the middle portion was dedicated strictly for the videos uploaded to the site. Aiden honestly wasn’t sure if he was turned on or repulsed by some of the lewd positions these men and women were in. 

“Yeah.” Changbin answered, startling Aiden out of his internal debate of if he was going to throw up or not at the site of a woman spread eagle in the thumbnail of a video while Changbin scrolled through. “Haven’t you watched porn before?” 

“I’m a good Christian boy.” Aiden huffed with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t partake in them sins of the flesh.” The forced exhale of laughter from Changbin had Aiden pouting. 

“Right. This coming from the guy who is making it a habit of waking me up in the middle of the night to tell me about his sexual dreams with Felix. Yeah, good Christian boy my ass.” He retorted and sighed. 

“Shut up! Okay listen, I’ve never thought of doing that okay?” Aiden whined, cheeks flushing with embarrassment because really, he felt like he was a weird kid. He was sure there were plenty of young men who spent their time watching porn and getting off. It was natural, or at least he assumed. 

“Wait.” Changbin shifted beside Aiden on his spot on the bed, eyes staring intently at him and Aiden actually shivered under the gaze - eyes adverting away. “So how do you know you’re gay?” He asked. It was a stupid question, but Aiden would be lying if he said he hadn’t questioned himself about that before. He had researched “how do you know if you’re gay” with safe search on. Maybe that’s what has kept him from seeing porn until now. 

“I mean, I like Felix and I have dreams about him. Doesn’t that make me gay?” Aiden asked confused, though he still refused to look at Changbin. 

“Yeah, but have you ever touched a dick before?” Changbin grunted when Aiden smacked his arm, their eyes locking once more as Aiden frowned.  “I’ve never seen porn before, but I know how to  jack off, idiot.” 

“Yeah, but have you touched someone else’s dick before?” The question had Aiden falling silent as he contemplated if it really mattered if he had touched another guy’s dick or not. Weren’t they all the same? Wasn’t it all the same? Was jacking off not considered a sign of knowing if he was gay?

“No?” He hadn’t meant to sound so unsure because the answer was a definitive no, he had touched no other dicks but his own. And yet he couldn’t help but feel shy and embarrassed for having that answer, a similar feeling he got when he was called to answer a question in class and was wrong. “Have you?”

“No. But I’m not the gay one.” Changbin shot back and Aiden groaned, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked towards the screen again and sighed. “So you’ve never watched porn and never touched another dick? Wow, you’re just an unconfirmed gay virgin.” Changbin teaser, a light laugh leaving him, but when Aiden didn’t laugh with him and avoided eye contact, he stopped and his smile fell. 

“Aiden? Hey, you know it’s okay right? I’m just teasing.”

“I know!” Aiden said quickly, but his insides were swimming with such a mixture of emotions that he wasn’t entirely sure what he felt most, embarrassment, self-pity, arousal even? It was very confusing for him. He jerked when he felt a hand touching his shoulder and he shyly lifted his gaze to meet Changbin’s. 

“Do you wanna, touch mine?” 

The question had Aiden sputtering in shock, eyes wide and cheeks now a darker shade of red than it had been before. “Do what? No! That would be so weird!” He exclaimed. “We’re like best friends.”

“Yeah, and best friends help each other out.” Changbin shrugged. “You know, gotta make sure you’re actually gay before your embarrass yourself in front of Felix.”  Aiden whined at that, but Changbin had a point. It couldn’t hurt, right? After all, Changbin was offering. 

“You’re sure it’s okay?” 

“Yeah, let me just find something that’ll get you off and -“

“What about you? I thought you weren’t gay?” Aiden questioned. 

“Hmmm.” Changbin hummed in thought. “I’m an equal opportunistic person. It’s fine.” He waved his hand at Aiden, his other hand gliding across the trackpad of the laptop to find the ‘gay’ section of the website. He scrolled for a bit after finding it and ended up choosing a video that looked pretty amateurish but the two guys were pretty young and twinkish. Given Aiden’s current crush, he figured these guys would be his type. 

Aiden wasn’t entirely too sure about this half baked plan, yet there was something exciting about it. He wasn’t sure what it was, but the idea of actually touching another dick was appealing if the surge of arousal that ran down his spine was anything to go by. Sitting back against the headboard, his eyes stared at the video that was slowly buffering while Changbin fought to close the six pop-ups about meeting hot singles in their area. 

Grumbling to himself, Changbin finally got the pop-ups closed and the video began playing - volume set low though he swore it was extremely loud. Perhaps it was because they were trying to watch porn in the middle of the day, and Changbin’s mother was out in the backyard tending to her garden. It was risky but thrilling and that alone had him half hard. But he was still hesitant, not sure if he should just whip his dick out now and start touching it. While he wasn’t a stranger to touching himself, it was different when someone else was in the room with him - almost embarrassing. 

Changbin settled next to him, his hand rested on his abdomen and looking so very comfortable and not at all fazed by this situation.  Aiden almost envied how calm and collected he seemed to be and decided that maybe he would just imitate the other; settling himself in the same position as Changbin, eyes moving to focus back on the laptop where the lewd, slurping sounds were spilling from. 

Five minutes or maybe it was 3 hours - Aiden couldn’t be sure - passed, and the video only seemed like it was halfway done. The two men had only recently just started fucking and by now Aiden knew of two different positions you could have sex in. He was learning a lot, but at some point, he had stopped analyzing and started feeling. Feeling how hard he was, how heady the moans from the strangers on the screen sent weird yet pleasant sparks of white-hot something through him. It was a sensation he hadn’t experienced before but he liked it, he liked it a lot. His hand slowly slipped from its resting place on his stomach and casually slid down to the front of his sweats - tented from his straining erection, a small wet spot forming. 

His pinkie was the first to graze it, touch light and airy. He inhaled harshly because fuck if that didn’t feel good. His cock twitched, throbbed and Aiden wanted nothing more than to wrap his hand around it and start stroking. But he stopped himself, unsure if he should because Changbin was still there. And even though he offered to let Aiden touch his dick, he hadn’t uttered a single word since the start of the video. Biting his lower lip, Aiden decided to take a quick peek at Changbin, eyes shifting to the other male and widening at the sight. 

“Hey! You said I could touch it.” He all but whined out, Changbin’s hand stilling over his hard member, head-turning to face him. His cheeks were flushed a bright red, lips parted as soft pants left them. 

“Sorry?” He muttered out breathlessly, a smirk playing across his lips. “You didn’t seem to be interested in doing much. You haven’t even touched yourself.” Changbin noticed and Aiden didn’t know what was hotter, how deep Changbin’s voice sounded when he was horny or the fact the other had actually been watching and waiting for him to start touching himself. Maybe both were equally hot? His cock seemed to think so as it gave another twitch at the thought, a reminder that it was still hard and needed attention. 

“Oh.” It was a pathetic response and Aiden lowered his head in slight shame. The laughter that Changbin let out only added to the shame and embarrassment that he felt and briefly he thought that maybe this was a mistake. He wasn’t given the chance to even suggest that maybe they should stop when he felt fingers close around his wrist with gentle pressure. The movement was hesitant, Changbin giving him the chance to pull his hand away. Aiden let his hand be guided, though, watching with a curious gaze and excitement building up inside him as his hand was placed over the straining erection of his best friend. It was instinct that his fingers curled and closed around it and Aiden marveled at the feeling. 

It was different. He couldn’t explain why or how, but feeling Changbin hot and heavy in his hand was so different than feeling himself in his hand. He really it. Aiden moved his hand, angle awkward as he did his best to stroke the other - going slow at first as he watched Changbin’s expression for confirmation of how he was feeling. His lips were parted, soft moans leaving him as his hand fell from Aiden’s wrist, letting the other do what he wanted. 

“I-Is this okay?” Soft, meek, Aiden would have been embarrassed for just how damn shy and unsure he sounded at that moment, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was more worried about making Changbin feel good.

“Harder.” Aiden’s hands faltered for a moment, brows furrowing at the words. He found Changbin’s hand resting over his, fingers pressing into Aiden’s to tighten his grip and - oh. “Fuck.”

Who would have figured such a simple word could cause such a burning desire to bubble up in Aiden’s chest, a moan tumbling from his lips. Shit, how embarrassing. Was he supposed to be getting off on the sounds of Changbin? Wasn’t that weird? There were so many questions racing through his mind, but he had to push them to the back and focus. Focus on the hot cock twitching in his hand, precum beading up at the slit. He thought about tasting it but decided against it. That would surely be too weird for friends to do. 

His hand worked over Changbin at a steady and even pace. On each upstroke, he would give a little squeeze just under the head, an action he found that Changbin seemed to like as his head fell back against the headboard with a loud thunk - more sinful moans falling filling the air. 

“Binnie,” he brought his bottom lip between his teeth once more as he watched the way Changbin’s back arched, hips jerking up into his hand, driving his cock faster into his fist. “Changbinnie~” he tried again, successfully getting the other’s attention this time.  Dark eyes clouded with lust locked with his and Aiden gasped sharply, lips pressing together to suppress a moan because fuck if that look wasn’t hot. 

“What is it?” Aiden stuttered, stumbling over his words as he tried to tell Changbin that he wanted to be touched too, but the words simply wouldn’t come out. The corner of Changbin’s lip curled upwards and Aiden pouted, whining in frustration. 

“Me too.” He sounded like a child, wanting to be included and Changbin could only chuckle as he shifted on the bed - weight resting more on his left side as he reached over and ghosted his fingers over Aiden’s crotch, pulling a loud gasp from the other. 

“I barely touched you.”

“Felt good anyway.” Aiden whispered, eyes closing and head-turning away from embarrassment. Changbin laughed lightly, head shaking at the comment. Aiden was truly something else. His hand cupped Aiden, fingers closing around him lightly, stroking slowly. Aiden’s hips jerked up at the touch, loud whimpers and moans leaving him. 

“Be quiet, don’t want my mom to hear.” Changbin scolded lightly, receiving a whine in protest, yet Aiden bit his bottom lip to try and stifle the noises that wanted to spill from him. The pleasure he felt was different. It was stronger, heightened and he could only imagine it was like that because someone else was touching him. It was exhilarating. 

“Binnie.” Aiden breathed, breath hitching as he jerked his hips up again, his cock sliding against the loose fist around his still covered cock. “Please.” He practically begged. Changbin grunted and tightened his grip, but his hand was slow - almost lazy - as he mimicked the pace Aiden had slowed to on his own dick. 

“This better?” 

“No.” It sounded almost like a growl, Aiden’s brows furrowed together in frustration because it certainly wasn’t better. Sure Changbin was stroking him but it wasn’t nearly as fast as Aiden wanted. It was like a small sizzle of fire just under his skin and he needed some winds to fan the flames and make him burn. 

“Maybe you should start moving your hand then.” Changbin quipped, smirk dancing on his lips as Aiden finally turned his head back and stared at Changbin. 

“You’re the worst.” He whispered with a pout and Changbin snorted. 

“Hey, I wanna get off too. So start stroking.” Aiden rolled his eyes, but his grip tightened around Changbin and he started stroking him once more. His mind was focused once more on how Changbin felt in his hand, and the lewd moans he was pulling from the other, so loud against his ear. And he was the one that supposed to be quiet? “Fuck, just like that.” Hot and heavy - breathless - the words were whispered, Changbin’s lips grazing against his ear as he shifted closer to him. The hand left him, and Aiden was close to sobbing and begging for more that it was actually humiliating. But he wanted it so badly. He needed Changbin’s hand on him. 

Thankfully, before any words could leave his lips, Changbin’s hand slipped under the hem of his sweatpants and underwear. The second skin met skin, Aiden could swear he saw heaven because fuck if that didn’t feel amazing. “Binnie.” Aiden whimpered pathetically, his voice nearly inaudible over the loud hiss Changbin let out as Aiden squeezed him just a little too hard. Panting harshly, Changbin gripped Aiden and stroked him quickly, chuckling as Aiden jerked and trembled under his touch. His thumb grazed over the head, smearing each bead of precum that bubbles up.

Aiden groaned as he lowered his head to rest on Changbin’s shoulder, eyes screwed shut as he basked in the pleasure the other was causing. Briefly, he released Changbin’s cock long enough to shift himself into a more comfortable position facing the other. Reaching back down, he grabbed Changbin again and started stroking him - mimicking the way Changbin’s fingers moved over his cock. His movements were quick and not nearly as clean as Changbin’s but it seemed to be enough. Breaths mixed and mingled, moans lingering in the silent room as the two boys worked to get each other off. 

It was embarrassing how quickly Aiden reached his end, the heat in his gut coiling tighter and tighter. “Changbin.” He breathed out, wiggling against the other to grip the other’s wrist with his free hand and failing. “Stop, gonna cum.” Even with the warning, Changbin didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping. It only seemed to spur him on more as he stroked his cock faster. He was twitching and leaking heavily in Changbin’s grasp. “Chang-“

“Cum.” The demand whispered so hotly in his ear had Aiden tensing, his body reacting on its own. Needy whines and choked gasps fell past parted lips as Aiden’s head fell back onto the pillows behind him as he came into Changbin’s hand. It was intense, an orgasm that Aiden didn’t think it was possible he could have. He certainly couldn’t get himself off this well. 

“Fuck, shit.” He gasped out, muscles slowly relaxing as the last wave of ecstasy washed over him. The soft hum from Changbin captured Aiden’s attention and he reminded of what he should have been doing. He started moving his still hand once more, finding the movement slicker and as he looked down he realized Changbin already came - his cock softening in his hand, so he released him. He was at a loss for words now, both of them quiet save for their pants as they rode down their highs. 

Silently, Changbin reached over Aiden and grabbed a few tissues from his bedside table. Cleaning up their messes took a bit of time and in the end, Aiden was sure there was probably some cum that got on the comforter. “So, have fun?” Changbin asked as he tossed the wads of tissues into the trash can.

“Yeah.” Aiden swallowed thickly, tongue swiping against his dry lips in an effort to revitalize them. “That was mind-blowing.” He said and laughed lightly. 

“You think that was mind-blowing? Wait till you actually have sex.” Changbin snorted as he settled back down in his bed, laptop long-forgotten near the end.  “You’ve had sex?” Aiden asked in shock, eyes wide. How could his best friend not tell him something that important?

“No, I’m just saying.” Changbin said quickly. “I hear it’s supposed to be really good.”

“Oh.” Aiden wasn’t at all convinced, but he would let it go for now. 

“So, can you say with 100% conviction that you’re gay?” Changbin asked, reminding Aiden of the whole point of them even jerking each other off. 

“Oh! Yeah.” He said, a goofy smile spreading over his lips. “Dicks are fucking amazing.”

“Are they now?” 

“Completely. I wonder if Felix has a nice dick?” Aiden contemplated, crying out when Changbin shoved him roughly off his bed. “Dude!”

“I just got you off and you’re talking about another man. Not in my bed!” 

Groaning, Aiden sat up and leaned against the side of the bed. He stuck his tongue out at Changbin, laughing. 

“Whatever. Wanna shower?” He asked and Changbin nodded. “Cool, but no butt stuff!” Aiden said as he climbed to his feet, grinning. 

“I swear to god, I’m going to drown you under the showerhead.” Changbin threatened halfheartedly, pulling another laugh from Aiden as the male walked naked from his room. 

“You know you love me!” 

Yeah, maybe he did.

Faster Gun - Payne x Reader (Slow West)

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Payne + 21 - “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.” Requested by @sufferthesea​ (Happy belated 25th Birthday!!)

Author’s Note: The first fic of my 100 Sentence prompt requests! I hope you enjoy all of these, and what I’ve done with the sentences you’ve chosen! 😁 Or... I guess in the case, the sentence you let me choose! (Line highlighted!) Please enjoy! 💙🙏💜

Faster Gun - Little Big Town

Disclaimer: Slow West Characters not mine / gif not mine / lyrics not mine

Premise: You didn’t ever exactly want a tour guide, but Payne didn’t give you much a choice. That’s alright with you, he’s about to find out you can put up a hell of a fight...

Words: 2202

Warnings: Swearing / ...ehhhh, like a tiny little bit of sexual banter

______ You walk in six gun style Put another bullet in the chamber with your smile You move in and you don't stop Till your pretty little finger pulls the trigger and the hammer drops Cold steel, gun powder kiss Livin' for the taste of new blood on your lips Your high noon is a midnight moon Puttin' every Jesse James to shame with your killshot move Love for you is like a wild west movie You always end up on the run You draw quick and your aim is deadly And then you ride off in the sun Someday I hope you find a faster gun ---

You’d never particularly liked frequenting saloon bars when you travelled. Always too much trouble for a girl like you to get into. Even in the company of someone else, your eyes still darted from table to table before you even considered settling down at the bar. Payne didn’t really care much for that, all he wanted was a glass of something. You followed him slowly, checking that everyone else was keeping to themselves before you sat beside him, satisfied. “Don’t know why you think you’re so special, darlin’ – No one’s paying you any mind.” You folded your arms with a scoff as you regarded him – considering the kind of vulgar commentary he’d been running as he escorted you, you were sure at least one person in here thought you were worth the attention he was giving. Even when it was unwelcomed. He wouldn’t be your first choice of escort. You just happened to be a victim of circumstance. Payne had caught you off guard, repacking your things after your night at camp – and you knew he was trouble from the second you saw that smug little smirk; “Well, well, what do we have here?” You were a quick draw, but unfortunately his gun was already cocked and aimed at you. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Why don’t you just move on-!?” “And leave a girl like you all alone out here?” He gestured, not daring to take his eyes off you just in case you ended up being a decent shot, “Why don’t you let me escort you.” He didn’t expect the venom in your spat reply; “Fuck you, I’m fine alone. Probably better that way.” Your eyes traced him for a moment; he certainly looked like a whole lot of trouble. “Now, is that any way to talk to someone who is offering safe passage West?” “I don’t need your help!” You said, through gritted teeth. But it was obvious neither of you were going to budge on this. “We appear to have reached an impasse, darlin’.” “DON’T call me darling-!” That only riled you further, but apparently it only amused him. “Well you got two options, you come with me – to wherever you’re headed… or I could just kill you.” You raised an eyebrow; “Yeah, I’d like to see you try.” Although if you were honest you didn’t see the point of coming all this way just for some opportunistic asshole to shoot you. Still, neither of you were giving an inch, so you decided to be the bigger person and holster your pistol, taking it just a little on faith that he wouldn’t actually just kill you now. He didn’t, and placed his own away. You were still watching him warily as you mounted your horse. “So, where’s a pretty thing like you headed, anyhow?” You shrugged, ignoring the ‘compliment’; “Maybe the mountains… maybe I just want to know what’s beyond them.” Although your eyes flicked suspiciously to him; he better not think he was taking you all the way there. “Why would you want to escort me?” “I wouldn’t mind the company-” Your eyes narrowed and you cut in sharply before he got any further “If you think for one second that I-” “Ah! Now there’s an idea.” He smirked, and then laughed at your expression; “Now, I don’t think I caught your name, sweetheart? I’m Payne.” “Y/N.” He liked that, but not the glare you were giving him, “And I’m NOT your sweetheart.” “Can’t blame me for trying…” He urged his horse to fall inline with yours; “I think we’re gonna be good friends, Y/N.” You hated that he insisted on giving that slightly sexual edge to your name, and gave it about 2 hours before it pissed you off enough to want to kill him. Irked you even more that Payne suggested you’d be ‘friends’. Instead you kept your gaze ahead of you, and your voice steady; “We’ll see.” You constantly let him know that you weren’t overly impressed with your predicament, and for the first couple of days you were cold and distant. Payne liked running his mouth, and you were very nearly the opposite until you could trust someone to tell them anything. Obviously it was wise not to trust him as far as you could throw him. “Not very talkative are ya?” As if to prove his point, you responded only by shooting him a look. But as you were forced to spend your time with him, you found yourself warming to Payne’s ways. He still annoyed you, but you found yourself at least partial to liking him. And the more you found your attitude changing, the more talkative you got. Which pleased him no end. He was something of an awful flirt though, and you revelled in the opportunity to coldly shut him down when he took it a step too far. Payne never slipped into anything more than words, which was a good choice on his part (and he knew it) because you’d have killed him on the spot, even if you had to do it with your bare hands. Still, he noticed that in groups of people you were always uneasy, how you’d move a little closer to him. Payne never asked why that was, and he wasn’t sure you’d respond to him even if he did. Especially as on the times you’d both run into trouble you were a quicker shot than even he was. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed – but it was yet another question Payne wouldn’t be voicing. Who’d taught you to be that good? Why would a girl like you ever feel the need to be that good? Your unease made him conscientious enough to make sure that your rest breaks in towns were minimal – but sometimes he just needed the respite of not having to set up camp. So now you found yourself at the bar, where he ordered you two glasses of absinthe – this also came of no great surprise to you, considering how much of it he drank. Having said that, he’d built up a tolerance to it, and you were more than just a little careful with your measures. “You tryna kill me?” “I’d say it was probably the opposite!” Payne clinked his glass to yours and took a sip “Mmmh. Yeah that’s good stuff.” You shook your head at him slowly and turned to your glass, studying everything from the measure to the shade of green. Before he nudged you, “Look, Y/N! Will you just drink the damn thing or I’ll do it for you!” “I’m getting to it!” You pushed him back with a smile, “Give a girl a sec-!” As you continued laughing to yourselves, you’d created quite the stir in the rest of the saloon. It was quiet between tables – and now your guard was down and you were drinking. See, the reason you were so wary of everyone else was you had a substantial bounty on your head. A lot of people you’d had the misfortune to meet knew this – and there wasn’t one that wouldn’t take advantage of the opportunity to take such a bounty for themselves. Considering you knew Payne was a bounty hunter (one of the many things he’d casually mentioned during your many conversations) you were surprised he didn’t know. Or that wasn’t the reason he’d picked you up in the first place; either that or he was playing the long game, and if he was you were impressed. The whispers began to stir, and although you were listening to your companion you were aware of the strange hostility suddenly building in the room. Ah, shit. The hand not tipping your drink back reached to click the safety off your pistol. Payne clapped his hand to your shoulder; “Thata girl!” causing you to almost spit the bright green alcohol all over the bar. You swallowed with a cough and were about to turn to him to offer your sarcastic thanks, when in the bottom of the glass you caught the reflection of movement behind you. “SHIT!” You exclaimed, slamming the glass on the bar you whipped around – your shot rang out, but he wasn’t alone. You realised maybe a little too late that the whole saloon was up on its feet. You have GOT to be kidding-!? But you didn’t have much time to think beyond your trigger finger and your bullets flew in rapid succession; before you ran out of them and immediately turned to Payne – who was both stunned and useless. Snatching his gun (thankful it was loaded) you dispatched a few more, movement across the bar allowing you to dodge flying bullets and take a little bit of cover whilst collecting further scores of loaded weapons. All the while you noticed that Payne would rather sit back and watch; and wasn’t taking any fire himself. That only lead to you jumping to obvious conclusions; Asshole! I KNEW IT! The last shot rang out and the final body collapsed onto the floor; you stood shakily and brushed yourself down, blowing out a breath. “What a mess…” “Fucking extraordinary, though.” Your eyes flicked to Payne, still sitting on the bar stool – eyes wide and slow blinking as he surveyed the damage. Your pistol arm shot up immediately to turn his own gun straight at him. Payne bolted from his seat hands up; “WOAH! Y/N! Don’t take this the wrong way-!” “You expect me to believe you didn’t have something to do with this-!?” “Why would you think that-!?” “They didn’t appear to be shooting at YOU!” The accusation in your voice was apparent. “They were all so interested in you-!” As you kept walking towards him he paced backwards; he had no line of defence. “How did so many know I was going to be here, huh?” “That’s bad luck! That’s not on me, when have I had time to tell anyone?!” “You have a group, that’s what you said…” Your eyes flashed and your finger didn’t falter on that trigger. Payne inclined his head, yeah he had a gang, but he hadn’t seen them for a while since he was busy with you. Then his eyes flicked back to the barrel of the pistol, realising there were more pressing issues at hand. “But you wouldn’t want to waste a bullet, right?” You raised an eyebrow; “Huh?” He grinned, “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.” Then cleared his throat; “I mean, that’s not something you have to test – you should know it’s the truth.” He waved his hands towards everyone else, “They all knew, that’s why they didn’t bother.” You very nearly laughed, but instead kept walking, hand steady; “Uh huh. Which is why you don’t want me to shoot you?” “Like I say, waste of precious resources… clearly you need ‘em.” You were a few steps from him now, hard look in your eyes that he couldn’t place. Angry and powerful; and had certainly just proved yourself a formidable force. “I’m impressed, though.” You didn’t think he needed to voice it, behind the slight fear in his eyes that you were quite capable of pulling that trigger, his expression said it all; fairly soon it faded to a cocky little smirk; “So, you have a bounty!” “Yeah.” By now the barrel of the gun was against Payne’s chest, and he had to be very careful with his choice of words if he didn’t want to end up like the rest of the patrons. “I do.” “Well, I don’t know about that, but I suggest that maybe you aught to tell the guy you hired as an escort that kind of information before he took you all the way across the West, huh?” You flashed a smirk of your own; “Wow, tell a bounty hunter I have a bounty. Sounds like a smart move for a girl trying to be careful.” By now the metal was digging into his skin, and Payne really had to hope against hope that you were being playful. You drew a breath, and that smirk become a sweet smile, blink bringing your eyes back to the gentle warmth he sometimes caught a glimpse of; “It’s good I like you.” “Oh? Why’s that?” Payne didn’t need to ask, because suddenly you’d yanked him to your lips by his coat. Your grip was strong, and even if he’d have wanted to Payne couldn’t have pulled away. Instead he went where you dragged him, arms winding around you and hands firm on your body – you knew he wouldn’t leave them respectful. You didn’t give a damn though; right now you wanted him wherever he’d place them and the kiss became hot, hungry and passionate as you backed him into the bar. He growled into the kiss, pulling back for just a second, eyebrow raised. That smug smirk of his hasn’t really dissipated; “So that’s how it is, huh?” His eyes flicked to the back of the room, and that look on his face became suggestive; “Y’know… this place has guest rooms.” You sighed with a gentle head shake; “Payne. Just shut the fuck up for once in your life and keep kissing me, damn it!”

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Can we get a little something on Tiger riding Bill’s face, when she gets comfortable enough to bring it up first.. pleaseeee

Ohhhhhhhh my so right after this, then, right?

So Bill was very, VERY smart to show his extreme enthusiasm for it once tiger caved and agreed to try it, because it helped eased a lot of her self-consciousness and also just got her pretty worked up about the whole thing. It would probably take awhile for her to bring it up first, but Bill has gotten her to do it a few more times--just kind of coaxed her into the position when they were fooling around and she didn’t protest--and she really enjoys it each time--but he doesn’t press the issue. Good Dude Bill just continues to show enthusiasm every time she lets him do it, offers lots of positive reinforcement and encouragement, but doesn’t press the issue. He knows she’s on her way to asking for it.

And sure enough, maybe one day they’re making out like teenagers on the couch. A real good ole fashioned groping session, dry humping and all. And Bill’s lips are just extra soft and warm and wet and tiger just grabs his cheeks and mumbles “God, I want to sit on this face.”

And Bill--my dude Bill, he’s an opportunist. So as soon as she says it (and he gets over his initial shock/pride), he just like--lifts her right off of him and flings himself into a lying position, making grabby hands at her.

OR, I mean listen, tiger is all talk and no bite. And Bill knows that, and knows the one way to get her to bite is to fucking taunt her--challenge her. So maybe she mumbles that and Bill cocks that arrogant brow.

“You don’t have the guts, kid,” he challenges, then he just abruptly pushes her off of him and stands--swipes his mouth, and deadass walks away.

“Excuse me?” she barks, and he barely tosses a glance back.

“You heard me, short stack,” he says, but she’s already up and yanking his arm around so he faces her.

“Oh, what?” he taunts, maybe gives her a teensy bit of a shove, “What’re you gonna do, tiger? Hmm? Trip me up, pin me down, sit on my fucking face? I fucking dare you.”

And he’s looming over her, and she looks like she might--god he thinks she just might actually do it--but she backs down at the last second and he smirks, turning back around.

“Coward.”

But oh, that does it for her. She launches at his back, taking him down to the floor. She throws him on his back and he doesn’t even have a half a second to moan before her thighs are on either side of his face.

Pieces of Honor

 Chapter 11

Two days since Vlad came to China have passed, we have been dealing with more investors, doing some stuff at the Enterprise, etc. Today is Tuesday, my smartphone rings “hello?” I say “Zhao ____? From Pekin and Shanghai Co.?” a female voice “yeah” I answer “your boyfriend is at the Chaoyang hospital he had a car accident” she explained “what?” I say “yes, his name is TOP” that nickname I gave him.

I still remember clearly that day...

“So, you like Zhu li?” he asked “I think he's handsome” I say “so, are you falling for him, because I think he's in love with you” that guy was playing basketball, it is not like I had fell for him, also I didn’t want someone else to get involved with the bussiness of my family, it wouldn’t be fair.

“No, I'm not” I drink some tea “also he’s not as handsome as you my friend, you will always be my number one” I joke “oh! so, I'm at the top of your handsomeness’ board?” I laugh “yes, you are” he pokes my cheek “so, am I your top?” I got all red “w-what?” I laugh “oh, not in that way! He was embarrassed too “well, then...just TOP” I said.  

“I'll be there in no time” I almost run to my car, I drove fifteen minutes, fortunately I was doing some stuff near to that place, it was supposed we would meet at the enterprise, I guess they sent Seunghyun to do a dirty job.  

“I’m Zhao ____, I'm looking for TOP” I said as soon I stepped into the hospital “please follow me” I follow the first nurse who spoke to me, Seughyun is laying on a white bed, he smiles as soon as he sees me “his forehead has many cuts”  

“see, he got no broken bones which is good, a lesion in his right arm, he also has some pieces of glass on the skin that was exposed, but don’t worry is not as serious as it seems” she explained me “thank you very much” I said “if you'd like to take him home you can do it whenever you want you just need to tell the hospital administration” I just nod gently, and wait until she walked outside the room. I know… she knows who am I, well not exactly who I am, but you know… I’m the rich daughter of the Chinese Mafia, ___ Zhao, she surely knows the lastname Zhao means a sort of danger.

“How do you feel now?” I ask him “fine, it was not exactly a big deal” he says, I kiss his lips “was someone else with you?” he nods “yeah, that guy, Tao Fa” he’s okay as well he’s in the next room” he says “they called Lu Feng also” he adds “I see, give me a minute” I call Lu Feng immediately “are you at the hospital now?” I ask him through the phone “I’m arriving what ‘bout you?” he asks back “yeah, I’m with Seunghyun”.

Soon we are leaving the hospital, also the guy, Tao Fa is going with us, him and Seunghyun had to tell this to my father. “How are you feeling Fa?” I ask this guy, he smiles “fine, Miss Zhao, thank you” he is very polite “please, rest until my father arrives, you are very important for us” I say, he bows “thank you” he says “by the way Fa, there were other guys, I guess” he nods “yes but their lesions were nothing so they decided to return to the mansion as Lu Feng suggested to them, Seunghyun and I were the most affected” he explains, the same polite behavior “thank you”.

I walk inside the mansion, I ask Lu Feng to take Seunghyun to my bedroom, for taking care of him, even feeding him with fruit, a little fork helping me with the job “are you feeling better love?” he smiles “I feel like I'm being too much spoiled” he says “I’ll spoil you a lot, get used to this” he chuckles “I’ll do the same, and I don’t want to hear a no” he kisses my cheek “I love you” he tells me, I smile ashamed of his sudden confession “I think I do fell in love since I saw you in the garden, when we were kids” I give him a peck “I can tell the same”.

At the night we have a social event, so I’m brushing my hair now “are you sure you want to go?” I’m worried about him “yes, I’m okay” I kiss his lips before helping him to put on his suit.  

He is next to me, we are in a luxurious hotel in Shanghai my father is talking with many people, he introduced me, but then I just wanted to be in a corner. “Hey there!” a masculine voice calls me “good night” I answer “Zhao ____, I’m Kwon Jiyong. Nice to meet you” he introduces himself “nice to meet you” I answer.

“Can we talk… alone?” he asks “sure” I say “I'll be back soon, my love” I tell Seunghyun he nods. We walk until we reach a very big balcony and fresh air, there are a few people “what do you want to talk about” I ask “oh, I just… wanted to talk about you” I chuckle “ah… well, you are losing your time” I say still trying to not laugh “I think you are gorgeous” he says.  

“What about going in a date with me, you won’t regret it” he says trying to show off, I just laugh “I-” the figure of my mom is suddenly in front of me before I can respond to his words “Kwon Jiyong, what are you doing here?” she asks “oh just nothing, business as everyone here” he’s confident “I see” my mom sure is glaring at him  

“Whatever I must leave now… by the way my father sends you his best wishes” he says before leaving and smiling at me “mom...?” she turns around to see into my eyes “don't make deals with the Kwon” she says “there are just opportunistic, don’t even get in touch with him neither his sister” I give her a non-sense look.

“Dami?” I ask, of course that girl was amazing everyone knows about her, and although Seunghyun and Lu Feng told me I was reaching her in popularity, I don’t think it could be possible, I mean she’s a legend in this business “yeah, don't get involved with them, neither Jiyong, neither his father, neither Damy” she just left, when I was alone in that balcony Seunghyun approached “are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes, I just can’t understand why my mother told me to not get involved in the business of the Kwon” I explain quickly. By the way, I have never heard such amazing things of Jiyong as the things I heard of Damy, well he’s younger maybe he is trying to start as me “as long as I know, they’re not our enemies… neither allies” he tells me “hey, TOP” the first time I call him this way after a long time “yeah?” he is surprised by my sudden change in the conversation “fuck me in the restrooms”.

I’m a moaning mess, my walls are clenching around his fingers, he is hitting my g-spot from behind, I love it when he takes control “babe” he calls me, my chest against the cold luxury marble decoration on the wall, my legs spread at each side of the toilet, nobody is there, we locked all the big room.  

He kneels to eat me out “shit, Seunghyun” I exclaim, he was doing such a good job, biting, and licking at an incredible speed, then he stands up, he caresses my clit in circles while pounds into me hard, I felt a strange sensation in my belly “ah, wait” I say, however he doesn’t stop due to is not our safe word.  

“I think...” a louder moan escapes from my lips “I think I’m going to squirt” I say this time “it’s okay, the toilet is down there” he says. In no time my legs are shaking, he’s holding me so I do not fall around, soon my juices are soaking his cock and his fingers, my body is trembling and my eyes roll back. That was such a good orgasm, he cums this time moaning into my ear. “That was a good quickie” I kiss his lips before we clean our mess up.

“Where have you been?” my father asks five minutes after we went out of the restrooms “I was talking with Jiyong, and then I went outside, you know I feel strange when so many people is around me” I say “well, come here I going to introduce you to someone. Come too, son” he said to Seunghyun, my father seemed to not care about the Kwon, so why my mother...?  

“Mister Oikawa, my daughter, ____”we bowed “and this guy” he looked proudly to Seunghyun “is one of best men I could have ever had, he’slike my son, his name is Seunghyun” he bowed as well “well, I’ve heard what you have done, let me congratulate you, I must say you are one of the most amazing of the children of the Mafia bosses” I smile.

“Thank you for your words but I only do the best I could” I say “and also humble, you remind me myself at your age, I wish I could have a daughter like you in the future” he says “thanks for your words, sir” he smiled “I also hear you are doing a really good job, congratulations you are one in a million” he said to Seunghyun he just bowed “Damy Kwon and the oldest of the Romanov must keep an eye on you, maybe you’ll beat them in popularity in just a few months” he comments.

After that conversation, my father tells Seunghyun to go to rest he has been pushing himself hard, although he has many injuries, he appears to be perfectly fine. I decide to go home with him, my father doesn’t oppose to my petition. “Please, do it careful” I tell him “yes” he groans a little while he lays down in my bed “Seunghyun” I call him while I lay down next to him “yes, my love?” he responds “who do you think attacked you all?” I ask suddenly.

“I don’t know, I mean, everything happened too quick” he says trying to remember, trying to find a clue or something “five black SUVs appeared of nowhere, then, one run into the one I was in with Tao, and from another many bullets were shot” he gulps “when I opened my eyes I was on the asphalt, it appeared that we collided with a tree or something else, I tried to move, a man called me 'treator' in Korean and tried to shot me…” he pauses “but Tao shot him first, then Tao passed out”.

May I put in a prompt? If you're totally burnt out on this verse, just ignore this. In the Negotiation-verse what would it be like if instead of the whole drugging and kidnapping business, they ended up sorting out the kiss and dating. Anakin has no idea his boyfriend is a serial killer. Could be serious, fluff, total crack or hell it could be Quin mocking Anakin about his hickies. I don't care.

This prompt has been sitting in my inbox for so long. I am almost ashamed.

Here u go.

Alternative

Negotiation-Verse

M/E, 2000 words.

A sharp rap at Anakin’s office door draws the detective’sattention away from the mountain of reports piled up on his desk. With no majorleads to chase at the moment, he’s been working on filling them out all morningand is grateful for whatever reprieve that the day can provide.

When he’d first become an officer, he couldn’t believe howmuch paperwork was involved in the day-to-day operations of a police station.He’d hated it then, and he still hates it now. Usually he tries to shove it offon Quinlan whenever he thinks he can get away with it, but Ventress has sweptVos away for some business conference she has to attend overseas and now Anakinis stuck catching up on both of their overdue reports. He supposes thatturnabout is fair play, no matter how much he would like to complain otherwise.

“Come in,” he calls, swiveling his office chair toward thedoor just in time for it to crack open, revealing one Coruscant Universityprofessor, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Is now a bad time?” Kenobi asks, leaning against thedoorframe with a wry smile on his lips, as though already predicting Anakin’sanswer.

“Never a bad time for you,” Anakin replies, moving files offhis desk in attempt to clear a place for Obi-Wan to sit while the other mancloses the door behind him. He doesn’t here the soft snick of the lock, caught up as he is in his work, but he doesnotice the smirk on Kenobi’s lips when the man settles into the space hecleared. “What brought you over this way, babe?”

Obi-Wan shrugs. “Had a class cancelled, and just wanted tosee you. I don’t need an excuse to do that, do I?”

“No, I suppose you don’t.”

Apparently satisfied, Obi-Wan turns his attention to thefiles on Anakin’s desk. While it is technically against the rules for Kenobi tobe thumbing through them as though they were magazines in the checkout lanes ofgrocery stores, Anakin doesn’t see any particular harm in it. His partner isdiscreet, and isn’t the type to go blabbing about the detective’s cases toanyone he knows. Not like their social life is particularly riveting anyways,with most of their friends connected to the police force by way of Anakin’semployment. Really, there was no one to gossip with who wasn’t already in theloop; while Obi-Wan was popular enough with his coworkers, he didn’t maintainany particularly close relationships with any of them.

“Why was your class cancelled?” Anakin asks as Obi-Wanshifts paperwork around, digging through them to find something that catcheshis interest. Most of what is on Anakin’s desk these days is common muggingsand break-ins. Tedious work, but essential toward keeping the generalpopulation of Coruscant safe. He sometimes thinks he would like something moreexciting, but the more rational part of him knows that there will plenty ofthat come the Christmas season. He should spend the off months luxuriating inpicking up petty thieves instead of internal organs.

A hum of satisfaction marks Obi-Wan having found somethinghe likes, and the man answers with his nose buried in the pages of the file.“Not enough students registered. Apparently my Survey of Shakespeare coursedoesn’t have quite the same draw as it used to.”

“Kids today have no respect for the classics,” Anakinreplies, not because he himself has any particular interest in the works of along-dead playwright, but because he knows Kenobi likes to grumble about thedecay of society and youths today.

Leaning over in his chair to get a view of the file hispartner is reading, Anakin is not particularly surprised to find the Negotiatorfile in the man’s hands once again. Since the start of their relationship, he’sshown a keen interest in following along with the case as Anakin attempts totrack down the most prolific serial killer prowling Coruscant’s streets. Thisis hardly uncommon; nearly everyone he’s ever met are curious about theNegotiator case, as high-profile as it is.

“Do you think you’re any closer to catching him?” Obi-Wanasks, drawing a picture from the disorder and holding it up to the light asthough to get a better look.

It’s of one of the latest cycle’s crime scenes, another ofAnakin’s not-quite brothers left brutalized and bared for the world to see. Thepattern has changed again, much to Anakin’s frustration. While before they knewthe Negotiator was luring his victims with sex, the seduction seems to havetrailed off entirely with his newest set of victims. In its place are drugs—thecheap kind, easy to get on the street and difficult to trace for their prolificnature—slipped into drinks at busy clubs with distracted bartenders.

The level of brutality in thesemurders had risen with the exclusion of sex, each victim bearing more of thebruising and evidence of assault only sporadically found in older victims. Thescenes themselves had changed as well, no longer as careful and precise as theyonce were. Not rushed, by any means, or sloppy. Not enough to leave evidencebehind. But Anakin, when he looked at the cuts and the gaping, open wounds,could tell that each one had not been given the same carefulconsideration they once might have received.

“Not really,” Anakin confesses, and Obi-Wan frowns as he draws another picturefrom the file. The Negotiator’s pattern had always been consistent, its onedrastic change clearly instigated by Anakin arrival on the case. What hadcaused this most recent change, he can’t quite figure out. There are a fewpieces, in the rush of his work, but they connect to nothing of significance.No events that Anakin can identify.

“Made a bit of a mess, didn’t it…” the man mutters distastefully, more to himselfthan to Anakin as he grimaces at the picture. It had been a mess, blood usuallydrained away left cool and tacky on the floor and of the county library. Limbshas been shelved neatly away with the books, the head and heart sitting on thelibrarian’s desk when police arrived. There was no note for Anakin, nor hadthere been one this whole cycle. He’s unsure whether or not this comes as arelief that the targeting has stopped, or as warning that his nemesis had begunto lose interest in their game.

“It was messier than usual.” Anakin informs his partner. “I told the guys—Ithink he had a workstation somewhere, and for whatever reason, he can’t getback to it as much anymore. He’s having to work on fly, and it’s not as cleanas it might have been otherwise,”

Obi-Wan hums thoughtfully, offering the younger man a wry smile as he replacesthe picture and sets the file aside. “Perhaps he has someone to go home to, atthe end of the night.”

Anakin chuckles at the jest. “Is there true love for serial killers?”

“There’s true love for anyone, if you look within the pages of literature,”Obi-Wan replies, leaning over to run his fingers through Anakin’s hair.“Princes and paupers, knights and beggars.”

Anakin doesn’t resist when his partner uses his grip on his hair to draw himover, leaning eagerly across the desk and into Obi-Wan’s space. “Cops andserial killers; you and me,” the man breathes, and pulls Anakin into a kissthat is anything but chaste.

Obi-Wan, he has come to find sincetheir initial encounter, is an excellent kisser. When they’re together, it’slike the world around them fades away, as cliché as it sounds. He never used tothink it a thing that could actually happen, but when it comes to Obi-Wan, hesupposes it makes sense. The man himself is almost a cliché at times, seeminglywalking straight out of Anakin’s teenage wet dreams. It’s easy to lose himselfin Kenobi—so much so that he almost doesn’t notice the man sliding off thedesk, shuffling around to where Anakin sits, until he’s upended from his chair.Until Kenobi is bending him over the flat of his desk, tugging his pants downand freeing Anakin’s achingly hard cock from the confines of his slacks.

Another cliché.

“You planned this,” Anakin accuses when he hears the distinctive sound of a capopening. He tries to turn around, but the hand at the base of skull, pinninghim to the desk, only presses harder to still the movement.

“More hoped than planned, really,” Obi-Wan replies calmly, even as Anakin bucksin surprise at the sensation of cool lube drizzled between his cheeks. “Iconfess that this has always been a fantasy of mine, and when you mentionedDetective Vos stepping out of the office for a few days, well… I am quite theopportunist, my dear.”

“You do know you’re supposed to discuss these things with your partner first,right?” Anakin grumbles, but still finds himself pressing back against theslick fingers that have begun to work him open. “What if somebody were to walkin? You’re not the only one in demand of my attention, you know.”

Obi-Wan curls his fingers in a way he knows Anakin likes, dragging a raggedmoan that the detective has to stifle with his fist when the man’s actions sendpleasure racing up his spine. “The door is locked; if you’re quiet, no one willever know what we’re up to.” He murmurs as leans forward, nipping at the shellof Anakin’s ear. His fingers slip from Anakin’s hole with a last stretch, thesound of a zipper being undone quickly following. “You can be quiet, can’t youdear? For me?”

Anakin nods rapidly; he can be good for Obi-Wan. As much as he’d protested, thethought of getting caught—or someone knowing—comes with an unexpected rush ofexcitement. He wouldn’t have thought himself and exhibitionist before Obi-Wancame along, but then, his new parter had proven himself talented in draggingparts of Anakin to the light that he hadn’t even known were tucked away.

“That’s a good boy.”

Breath coming in excited pants, Anakin adjusts his grip on the desk as Obi-Wanslicks himself up. He has to bite down on his lower lip as the man spreads hischeeks, the blunt head of his dick pressing up against Anakin’s stretched hole.The feeling of Obi-Wan pushing into him is a familiar sensation now, but heremembers what it was like the first time they made love. Remembers how nervoushe was, splayed out on the man’s bed. Remembers how gentle his partner hadbeen, as though Anakin would shatter if handled too roughly.

He is not always so gentle now, not that Anakin minds, and today is noexception. He gives Anakin time to adjust of course, aware of the length andgirth of his cock, but once Anakin pushes back against him in unspokenpermission, he quickly finds a pace that has the younger man’s hips biting intothe edge of the desk with every thrust, that keeps him pushing back and takingObi-Wan deeper simply to stop from sliding up into stacks of papers he hadn’tcleared aside when this encounter began.

One of Obi-Wan’s hands lays over his own as the man thrusts roughly into him,their fingers entwining, and Anakin realizes that his palm lays on the openNegotiator file that Obi-Wan had set aside. His eyes catch for a moment on thepale, bloodless faces of his unfortunate look-alikes, and something twisted inthe back of his mind wonders if they liked what the Negotiator gave them. Ifthey enjoyed being stretched and filled and taken the way he enjoys being underObi-Wan. If they regretted it in those moments before he killed them, or ifthey even had a chance to think about it.

When they’re done, clothes adjusted and Obi-Wan sweeping from the door with alast kiss goodbye, Anakin has to close the file and stow it away in a drawer ofthe desk he’d just been taken over. Must throw himself into the work despitethe lingering scents of sweat and sex, to keep his mind busy. Must think ofother things, despite the feeling of Obi-Wan’s cum leaking from him, because ifhe doesn’t, he can’t help but wonder what would happen if the Negotiator foundhim, and if he’d like it too.

Remember Me. Twists and Turns.3

Previous Chapter

"Locke, your lunch is on the tab- Oh. You've...brought all your friends."

Levy was at their kitchen table when the kids entered through the backdoor of the Redfox house, a bowl of something set before the seat beside her. She made a bit of a face at the other children, but Locke was quick to shake his head.

"They're not here to eat," he said though Kai had perked up a bit at the notion. "They're here for help."

"With what?" And she cocked her head to the side a bit, but smiled all the same at them. "Locke?"

He'd been toying with the cube on the walk over (he really wanted one of his own) and moved to hand it to his mother. At the sight of it, she smiled brighter.

"Ooh," she said as all the kids gathered around, watching. Even Haven seemed a bit interested in the whole thing. "Who's is this?"

"Mine," Kai told her as, though he was terribly concerned over whether or not she could help them, he still took a glance into Locke's lunch bowl. Stew. How lucky. "I have to figure out how to do it, all on my own, before Ravan comes back or else I lose a bet. And Erza says that I have to do it all by myself."

"Then how do you want me to help you?" she asked.

"Well...all by myself kind of sort of, I meant," he told her with a bright grin and, easily, Levy returned it.

Kai really liked Locke's mom. Kai really liked a lot of things about Locke. He liked his house, he liked his toys, he liked that he could read. The list went on. Mostly though, he really liked his-

"What are all these fucking brats doing here? Huh?"

Not his dad. Gross. Gajeel was a boar. And a bore. No, Kai liked-

"The boy can have friends, Gajeel. Just 'cause you don't have any-"

"Are you my cat or are you his, Lily?' the dragon slayer complained.

"I'm an equal opportunist," the Exceed said as he fluttered over to the table where he landed, much to the glee of the children. Gajeel and he were coming into the room for their lunch as well, no doubt. "Sounds like you're just too worried Locke will get too popular for even you."

"You know what, cat? I-"

"Dad," Locke griped a bit with a frown as Haven snickered at him. "Knock it off. They're just here for help."

"Help with what?" And then, to the complaint of his wife, he came to snatch the cube from her hands. "Ah, a puzzle cube, huh? Which one of you geeks are into these sorts of things?"

"Me!" Kai proclaimed proudly because he didn't know what a geek was.

"I want one too," Locke remarked softly because he knew exactly what a geek was.

"Gajeel, honestly," Levy told him with a frown. "Don't antagonize the kids."

"What are you talking about, shrimp? Antagonize? "

"It means-" Lily started, but it only got him barked at by the man.

"I know what it means, cat!" Then, huffing some, he took to twisting the cube around. "I meant that I wasn't doing that. I had one of these as a kid."

And the room was silent as even the kids who didn't know the man too well seemed a bit shocked by this statement.

"You did not," Levy remarked as Lily snickered.

"I did so," Gajeel griped. "I even know how to solve one."

"You do?" Kai asked, hopeful.

"Really?" Navi asked, doubtful.

"You brats. Why are you in my house?"

"Gajeel-"

Growling in response to his wife, he only remarked, "I wasn't like you little spoiled shits, with your parents and your toys and your basic needs being met."

"So," Lily sighed sarcastically, "spoiled."

"I had to find other things to occupy my time," he said as the children rolled their eyes and Haven considered just how much she could smart off to Gajeel. She gambled on none at all. "Between training with Metalicana and fighting for my own survival, what else was there to do? Can only make up so many stories in your head when you're bored. You gotta have something to do."

"So you went out and bought a puzzle cube?" Levy asked while Navi only muttered to Haven about how, by far, Locke's daughter was the most verbose. "Gajeel?"

"Ha. No." Shaking his head some, he said, "I stole it off some other geek, like this one here. What's your name? Raven?"

"I'm Kai," the little boy complained. "And my brother's name is Ravan."

"Tshe," came the sound from the slayer's mouth. Twisting and turning the cube with far more ease than those before, it only took a minute or so of silence before he presented Kai with a slightly altered challenge. "See here? I made a cross with the squares. You should be able to solve it from there."

"Wow!" Snatching it right up, Kai held the cube victoriously above his head as Marin cheered. Haven only made a face though.

"You know you still have to solve the whole thing, right?" she asked to which the boy only shrugged.

Life was a journey, after all. A few steps here, a few steps there, everything changes.

Kai, throughout it all, was always an optimist.

"Ha ha, Ravan," he snickered as he looked over his cube, as if guessing his next move. "I'm gonna win!"

"Now get gone, brats."

"Gajeel," Levy sighed. To the kids though, she did say, "Locke has to eat and then do his chores. He can't play now."

Assuming any of them wanted to play with Locke.

And that was a big assumption.

Haven made it clear enough as the children, now minus both the older boys, headed back out. Navi wasn't so sure if she agreed with this, but without Locke around to keep Haven at bay, found best to just nod her head in agreement.

"Are we going back to the guild?" Marin asked her older sister as they walked off from the house. "Daddy said-"

"I'm not, no."

"Haven-"

"I'm going wherever I want."

"But Daddy said-"

"Laxus doesn't tell me what to do. He-"

"But he said-"

"I told you I don't care!"

Navi decided to hang back some, from Haven and her sister as they fought (they were literally headed towards the guildhall anyways) and instead fell in line with Kai who, paying no attention to where he was headed, hardly even noticed.

They were probably the least likely to interact in any way of the group. Navi had known Marin since they were babies and, considering Haven was kind of sort of her best friend, maybe, sorta, that meant she at least knew the other girl. Spent the night at her house. Hung around her. Kai though, she just found to be...well, odd.

Worse than Ravan, either, which was hard. Ravan was a jerk, but an understandable one. Kai seemed to be equally aloof as he was blissful towards that fact and it was rather off putting, overall. Marin found it to be cute and the others just ignored it, but Navi was rather in tune with others and the awkward vibe Kai gave off just about killed her.

Still, it was terrible having to listen to the two Dreyar girls argue and, to alleviate this, she asked Kai, "So do you think that you can do it?"

"Do what?"

"You know,"s he said with a shrug and a nod. "Get the cube done before Ravan comes back."

"I dunno," he admitted though it was with a grin. "But probably. I'm really, smart, you know."

"But you've already ruined the cross that Gajeel made for you," Navi pointed out. "And-"

"We'll just go back," Kai told her. "If I screw it up too much. And he'll help me-"

"Uh, no." And Haven was back into their business then, for some reason. Her argument with her sister hadn't ended in tears from Marin though, so honestly, it was already better than expected. "We won't."

"Why?' Kai complained. "If he'll help me-"

"Because I don't want to have to go back to Locke's house today, so I'm not."

"But Haven-"

"Don't say my name. Don't even talk to me," she told him with a glare. "I don't like you, Kai. I only went with you guys to Locke's because I had nothing else to do. By the time you're stupid self realizes you need to go back, I won't be available."

"Available," Marin repeated slowly as the word was rather large for her and cumbersome.

"I," she told them all loudly and proudly, "am going with Laxus to train."

"Well, Navi will walk me back to Locke's then," Kai decided as he finally glanced over at the pink haired little girl. She only frowned at him.

"Why do I gotta?" she asked. "Can't you walk yourself there?"

And even Marin seemed to give Navi a look for even asking.

"He'd get lost," the youngest Dreyar explained.

"We could be so lucky," the older griped.

"Besides," Navi went on, "I have to go home eventually too, you know."

No, Kai didn't know. He and Ravan didn't have this weird 'checking-in' system the other kids had and, overall, it seemed pretty tedious.

Navi didn't want to let on then, though, that she didn't really have one either. Her mother seemed to like to keep an eye on her, but Natsu more or less thought that when they weren't hanging out together (and he constantly wanted to hang out together), she should just be able to go do whatever. He kind of wished she didn't and was more like Happy, who he couldn't get rid of if he tried, but he had to let her spread her wings, as it were.

Or at least that's what Lucy said. That he couldn't constantly force her to hang out with him or else she might grow to resent it.

Rather than having to head home for any sort of parental reason, Navi just wanted to get out of what was turning into a pretty crummy situation. Best case scenario, Haven got to leave, happily, with her father, and Marin and Kai found something else fun for them to do. Worst? Haven somehow got in trouble before leaving, threw a huge fit, and Marin and Kai for some reason continued to hang around poor Navi.

Usually their lives fell somewhere in the middle.

And the latter of the worst case scenario was what Navi feared the most.

Haven, for all her bitching about having to walk Marin back to the guildhall when she wanted to go home and get ready for her adventure with Laxus, seemed to do it through her complaining. This probably had more to do with, if she didn't, said adventure would be off because Laxus would be mad at her.

She was self-centered, righteous, and absorbed, but wasn't stupid by any means.

They had barely crossed past the Fairy Tail gates when, loudly, Kai proclaimed, "We have to go back! I screwed it up too much. I-"

"I'm not taking you." Now having completed her sisterly duties, Haven rushed off inside the hall to confer with her father over just when they were leaving. "Losers."

Marin and Kai glared after the blonde before looking to Navi who, realizing this, threw up her hands.

Of all the things she didn't want to do, having to be around Gajeel again was pretty low on the list. They'd gotten out of there relatively unscathed that times, but the man's cutting words could only be kept at bay for so long.

He seemed to dislike her in particular, just for being Natsu's kid.

"Well, I'm not taking you back," she told them with a shake of her head as both Marin and Kai stared expectantly at her. "I-"

"Oh, here you all are."

Navi grinned brightly as Lisanna, who'd narrowly missed being run into by Haven (that might have gotten her in trouble with Laxus as well, so she was counting herself lucky on that one), came over to the group of children.

"Hi, Lisanna," the older child said as Marin and Kai, who'd already been around the woman that day, only glared after Haven.

"I was actually headed over to your house," she told Navi. "Your mom was babysitting today for me. Were you headed that way?"

Now she definitely was.

But, when she nodded, for some reason, Kai thought that Lisanna was speaking to him too.

"Okay!" he said with a bright grin. "I'll go with you. Levy's real smart, but your mom's high up there too, Navi. She'll help me."

That was hard to disagree with.

Still, Navi wished she had.

Marin tagged along after informing her mother and, off they set, to the Dragneel apartment. It was as homey as always, in a relaxed kind of way. Between three kids and Navi's frequently over friends, the tiny apartment was high on traffic usually, but there was just something about the nature and charisma of Natsu that gave a comfortable atmosphere to the whole place.

Of all the homes the kids bounced around in, even though it was the tiniest, it was their favorite.

"Navi! And Lisanna!"

Happy, who was very busy helping Ajax build block towers on the floor, bounced right up as they all came into the house. This knocked over the tower, but luckily, Ajax was more entralled than displeased.

"Navi's home?" And Natsu poked his head out of the kitchen, grinning from the sight. For a moment, anyways. Then he frowned. "What smells like Gajeel?"

"Hopefully no one," Lisanna giggled as she headed right over to her son, Ajax responding in kind.

"I went over to his house, with Locke, today," Navi said as she went right over to her father. "I-"

"Salamander!" Kai, not known for manners, strode right in with little concern while Marin just followed her aunt over to greet her cousin. "Can you help me with something? Or is Navi's mom here?"

"Both," the pink haired man said as, coming further into the room, he let Navi wrap her arms around him while he only stared over at Kai. "I've been known to take on a side job or two."

"You can't charge Navi's friends, Natsu," Happy tsked with a frown.

"Not at least without a discount," Lisanna clarified.

"We're not friends," Navi decided for them all.

It fixed things up nicely.

Not bothered by this, Kai only said, "I can trade you slightly used comic books or extremely used action figures."

"Keep your chump change," Natsu snorted. "I'm looking for some insider secrets to Erza. One that only a person who sleeps day in and day out over at her house."

"Well," Kai thought as he tapped a finger to his lip, "did you know that-"

"Kai," Marin complained as she frowned over at him. "You can't give up what you got before he helps you!"

"Something tells me," Lisanna hummed while lifting her son up, "that it's unlikely he can."

"Aw, come on, Lisanna," Natsu complained with a frown over towards her. "Have some faith."

"It's help with a puzzle, Dad," Navi said as, continuing to hug him, she titled her head up to look at the man. "A puzzle cube."

"Well… Lucy is home," the man conceded to the giggles of all other than Kai. "Luce! Are you busy? Got you a job."

"A job?" came the call back. "Is that what you yelled?"

"That's what I said. And Lisanna's here, too."

It was only a minute or so before Lucy came down the single hallway, one of her babies in her arms, whining a bit. Lisanna, not one to like bothering others, spoke quickly.

"I just came by to pick up Ajax, was all," she told the other woman. "Thank you. I-"

"Oh, you can't stay?" Lucy asked with the look of disappointment. "I've been trapped here all week. Don't you wanna sit and-"

"Don't say trapped, Luce," Natsu complained from the kitchen where he and Navi had gotten off to.

"We're not holding you captive," Happy agreed as, when Lucy went to sit on the couch, he fluttered over to perch on the back of it and stare down at the sleeping baby in her arms. "We just, you know, can't function without you."

"I feel the love," she retorted as, letting Ajax loose once more, Lisanna came to join her on the couch with a grin.

"Mrs. Salamander," Kai addressed the woman then as he came closer. "I'm the one that wants your help."

"Hmmm?" She smiled at him, though somewhat tiredly, as the boy came to stand before them, his cube outstretched. "What's this?"

"It's my puzzle cube," the little boy explained. "I have to figure out how to solve it, all by myself, without anyone doing it for me, before my brother Ravan gets back home from his job."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"To help," he said. "Without doing it for me. Don't you summon spirits? I bet one of them is good at 'em. You got a lot, huh?"

"I do," Lucy agreed, but still shook her head. "But I doubt they'll be helpful with this."

"But-"

"I'll help you though, don't worry."

So as he took a seat on the couch as well, Marin went after Navi to see what she was up to. Natsu was actually the one up to something as, with so many guests, he thought it was a perfect time to try his hand at cooking.

"Sandwiches," Happy remarked as he too joined them, "aren't cooking."

"I'm helping out," the slayer defended. "Lucy likes that."

She did.

But even she would agree it wasn't cooking.

Natsu let the girls help him out with the crafting of all the sandwiches, which he took seriously while they only giggled. Navi's father was such a shock to the other girls when they were around him as all their fathers were rather reserved and cold, in most ways. Though Gajeel could show his love with taps to the top of Locke's head and Laxus tried his hardest to give his girls what he never had, the open love that Natsu had for his daughter was noticeable to her friends.

They all ate together, the adults in the kids, littered around the living room. Lucy even went and got the other baby to join them. They were getting so big! Though Navi found herself frequently annoyed by their presence, in that moment, she did enjoy showing off her twin brothers to Kai and Marin.

Considering she was speaking to the younger pair of the other two siblings up at the guildhall, it would be lost on them to try and explain how hard it had been, getting both Iggy and Jude (though he was frequently called Lucky) introduced into her life. They did understand though how annoying they could be when, before the meal was even over, one of the babies began to sob and, of course, set off his brother. This was worsened by the fact that Ajax, for some reason, saw their tears as a reason to start his own.

Between Lucy and Lisanna, however, things were calmed with relative ease. Iggy needed to be changed, Lucky was sleepy, and Ajax was just being a brat. They were in the nursery though, sorting all of that out, when they finally got around to talking.

At first, it was over other things going on. Lucy wanted to hear all about the guild and what was happening up there. So Lisanna filled her in on what she could, but other than the past day, she'd been away for a bit as well. It was a hard jump from them talking about that and into what had been going on in Lisanna's personal life recently.

"It's that way sometimes, you know," Lucy sighed as she cradled Iggy in her arms, the baby not to be silenced so easily it seemed as he cooed back up at her. "Natsu and I were in a pretty bad place, right after the twins were born. You just get stressed and-"

"It's more than that though," Lisanna sighed as she stared down at Lucky in his crib. Ajax toying on the floor with a stuffed bear and didn't seem to mind for the moment that his mother was giving another child attention. That could change at any moment though. "Bickslow and I are always, you know, so in sync. But he's been off recently. Mentally. He's not usually so...uptight. And then we're fighting anyways, about jewels."

"I know that fight," Lucy agreed because it was becoming impossible, it felt at times, for Natsu to balance time at home and the constant influx of jobs it was going to take to support them. Lucy had started back taking them too, when she had someone to watch the twins, but it was hard to get someone to watch two babies and equally as hard to find two people to each watch one of them and then there was Navi who wasn't as hard to find someone to look after her or even to have join them on a job, but…

Things were much harder than Lucy had ever thought her life would get.

Sometimes, it felt rather bleak, even.

All the same, she wouldn't change it for a second.

And she knew her husband felt the same way.

"I know," Lisanna giggled slightly, grinning over at the other woman. "No one said being a mage was easy."

"No one smart, anyways."

"Are you guys doing okay? Right now?" Lisanna asked and it was so broad, could apply to anything, but honestly, Lucy had no better answer than just to nod.

"Yea. You know, recently, we really have."

"That's great." And Lisanna shared another grin with her. "You know that if you need anything-"

"Same," Lucy was quick to return. "And all that stuff that's been going on between you and Bickslow… It'll all work out. I know it will."

With a nod, the other woman agreed, "I'm sure."

But from out in the hallway where Marin had been headed towards the bathroom, but stopped at the recognition of what the women were speak on, things didn't sound good.

At all.

When they fell silent in there though, she hurried on towards the bathroom, as not to be noticed (eavesdropping was an offense punishable by a finger wag from Mirajane). Still, the entire thing bothered her even as her aunt walked her and Kai back to the guildhall.

"Navi's mom was great," Kai informed the two white haired ladies as they went along, Marin holding her aunt's hand tightly, but silently. "She showed me how to make that cross thing that Mr. Gajeel mentioned before and showed me how after that I have to...well, she wrote it all down and you can read it to me, Marin, and-"

"Aunt Lissy," Marin interrupted as the woman grinned down at her. In one arm she held Ajax, of course, but the other was holding just as tightly to her niece's as her niece was holding to hers. "Can I spend the night tonight? With you and Uncle Bickslow?"

"Of course, sweetheart," Lisanna said with a grin. "But why?"

"Daddy and Haven are gonna go training and Mommy's gonna stay up at the guild and I don't wanna stay up there forever with her," she told her which, for Marin, was actually a pretty good lie. It was easy too.

Gosh, she was going to have so many things on her conscious.

Pretty soon, she'd be as bad as Haven!

Err, well, Kai, maybe, or Locke. Navi was a good median.

"You know you can stay over whenever you want," Lisanna assured her. "We'll go to the hall and tell Mirajane, then I'll take you to your house to get some-"

"I can stay too, right?" Kai, who had been busy messing with his cube, looked up then. "Please?"

That got another giggle out of the woman. "Well, I guess we'll have to ask Erza about that one, huh, Kai?"

"She'll say yes," he told the woman with confidence. "With Ravan gone, she'd love to get rid of me."

"That's not true," Lisanna insisted. "And you know that."

Until, at the hall, when he asked Erza, she literally said, "Good. With Ravan gone, I was looking for a way to get rid of you."

"That's not too nice, Erza," he griped though she only shook her head at him a bit.

"I have not had a night alone in my house for over three months. That is what is not too nice, Kai."

"Well, what are you going to do all alone?"

"I've been wanting to reorganize my weapons displays for months," she informed him. "And I just got a new novel that I…that I want to read. Without interruption."

"You sure are boring."

"Kai-"

"Wont' you miss me at all."

"Not particularly."

Frowning, the boy only replied, "Oh."

"But by the second day," Erza assured him as she reached over to pat him on the head, "I certainly would. So be sure to come back, huh?"

He nodded with a grin before asking, "Can you water my plants for me though, Erza? Today? I got so busy with my cube, I forgot."

"That," she said with her own nod, "I definitely can do."

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I’m sorry guys, these are massively overdue and I know I’ve skipped a lot TRUST ME I appreciate them all and I really wish I had time to catch up on them all. I’m kind of massively stressed and overwhelmed trying to get caught back up after surgery AND my damn boss is on vacation AGAIN so guess whose free time just evaporated... -_-; My blog might be kind of dead, so I apologize for that. I just need time to get my shit together so I can actually take time and enjoy my hobbies. The LALBC is still happening, no worries, it’s practically all set up anyhow, there just might be some delay before you guys start to actually see it. Also if you’re sending me a sim, you have one week left :P

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simblu replied to your post “So all the posts in my queue that have been marked nsfw have one thing...”

That is so silly!

willky12 replied to your post “So all the posts in my queue that have been marked nsfw have one thing...”

Imagine tattoo'ed carrots and zucchini's, wow, tumblr would explode at those post! hahaha!

owly-sims replied to your post “So all the posts in my queue that have been marked nsfw have one thing...”

I noticed all my posts that have the word tattoo in them are marked as NSFW. I guess they have words that are flagged for some reason. :[

LOL if Andrei is holding them while dressed in his highly nsfw gnome suit, we’d break tumblr forever :P

curmudgeonness replied to your photo “Look at the cute little shops.  Aha! Souvenirs spotted.  One pirates...”

That grass canopy would be nice to have in Sims 3.

WOuldn’t it? I think I’m going to come out of this with a shopping list of stuff to try converting...

simblu replied to your photo “Here we find ourselves back in the medieval land of Dragon Valley, in...”

Love your silly bears

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I love cow.

LOL I’m glad you guys like them.

willky12 replied to your photo “Cassandra is me at the beach. Fully dressed in black from head to toe...”

Except Cassandra is much closer to the water than you ;DD

:P I would put a toe in.

hyperkaos replied to your photo “To make himself feel better after almost dying from being in close...”

His eyes are screaming (((((BEWBS!))))

LOL totes. 

amphorasims replied to your post “My cat, the same one who turns up his nose at turkey, bacon or *gasp*...”

My cat turns up her snobby nose at everything except for roasted chicken. And like willky's dogs my dogs eat any and everything...including grass, bird poo, dead birds, dead mice, live mice, trash from the garbage can....I refuse to let them lick me for that reason alone. I caught one of the dogs steal a bacon greased paper towel from the garbage and licking it. :P

willky12 replied to your post “My cat, the same one who turns up his nose at turkey, bacon or *gasp*...”

Pffft, both my dogs would eat the turkey bacon tuna peas carrots vegan hot dogs tofu leaves dirt grass, should I go on? XP

dramallamadingdang replied to your post “My cat, the same one who turns up his nose at turkey, bacon or *gasp*...”

LOL. We have a cat whose favorite food is tofu. She'll turn her nose up at most meat/fish, won't eat canned cat food at all, but she loooooooves tofu. Curried tofu, tofu turned into "egg" salad, BBQ tofu, even just plain old tofu. She'd probably eat a whole block all by herself if she could. She'll eat cooked chicken breast and she eats her dry kibble, but her heart belongs to tofu. :)

LOL all dogs are vacuum cleaners though! Cats are notoriously picky, which is why I find it so funny my idiot cat likes veggies when he’s supposed to be a blasted carnivore. Dogs are omnivores (and opportunists - hello, wolves eat literally whatever they can find) so I can understand snuffling up whatever they can get into. Peanut has always hated human food AND most cat food, he’s extremely picky about kibble (he actually tried to starve himself when the vet decided he needed to eat science diet... Peanut decided he’d rather die, literally) but will eat almost any gravy heavy wet cat food. But why peas? Or carrots? He makes my brain hurt. Also, that is hilarious about your cat loving tofu so much. I feel the same way xD

hyperkaos replied to your photoset “Hello Don your new wife would like to pinch your butt do you mind...”

My what nice pigtails you have. hehehe

LOL

owly-sims replied to your photo “Take that, Tumblr safe mode. Take it and like it. ”

I am scandalized! SCANDALIZED!

Bwahahahaha!

ashuriphoenix replied to your photo “Take that, Tumblr safe mode. Take it and like it. ”

Sherbet cock is too much. Sending you the therapy bills. D:

xD you and everyone else. I have bills coming out my nose right now. 

willky12 replied to your photo “Pappy: O_O oh my god this green cloud is following me everywhere....”

Toilet cleaner?! Gah, something a little stronger I think XD

LOL ok maybe just pure acid.

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In my husband's village the rellies are all buried in the front yard. He said when he was a teen he would come home drunk and trip over great grandma ��

omg lmfao I died when I read this. Ty you made my day, that is so fucked up

andantezen replied to your photo “The Ivy house:  the master bedroom Last room one the ivy house tour”

thank you for the tour! You've done a beautiful job decorating it!

Yw! I’m glad you enjoyed it :)

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I love this. Bonus points if the monk's foreplay includes braiding her foot hair. xD

LOL so fucked up A+ necessary plot twist now

ashuriphoenix replied to your photoset “The Ivy house: Peanut’s room. ”

Dresser ducky!

xD 

ashuriphoenix replied to your photoset “Don either likes kids or likes toys. I wonder if ts2 has a ducky toy…....”

Someone has converted the TS4 ducky toy for TS2, I know.

Whaaat? Links, pls if you have them! If not don’t worry, I will google when I have time.

tangie0906 replied to your photo “Gladsten leaves the cafe to head home to his trailer. For now he has a...”

I love that Jeep! It's pretty cheap. If you think it's looks too nice, how about using a rusted metal pattern on it?

I will try this at some point, when I have my cc sorted out to go back into that save.

dramallamadingdang replied to your photo “Annalove’s kid, whatever the peanut is called, is up at the counter...”

That's an impressive gumball machine!

Isn’t it though? It’s huge though and I always have trouble making it seem like it really fits someplace :/

ashuriphoenix replied to your photo “Annalove’s kid, whatever the peanut is called, is up at the counter...”

Someday, you will be a screenshot surgeon. xD

I aspire to your skill level!

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Guarding coffee is a most noble deed for the Hipster Dinosaurs.

Hopefully the barista’s wear wheatgrass sachets so they don’t get bitten when fetching the syrups :P

treason-and-plot replied to your photo “He heads to the cafe to get his coffee. Gladsten isn’t much for...”

Some of them might have journeyed through a monkey's rectum. Just saying.

I legit can’t decide if this would make him regard it as a more manly drink or if he’d spit it out and never buy there again. Conflicted.                     

treason-and-plot replied to your photo “Linda Rogers is here playing a solo on the air guitar. Apparently she...”

The cat obv thinks there will be fish ��

Excellent point!

dramallamadingdang replied to your photo “Gladsten’s day starts with a workout. well, you know. Some people...”

And some people are just plumb crazy! *mutters about people who jump out of bed to go RUN, of all things.*

omg nope can’t do it. I’m perfectly fine going to the gym after work but first thing in my day? Ugggh. All I want to do after a workout is shower and go to bed!

dramallamadingdang replied to your photo “Mooooooooom! Go put clothes on, you’re so embarrassing!” Mary Sue got...”

Well, at least she's not wearing a lampshade on her head or tangoing with a mop or panhandling on the streetside in her underwear. It could be worse! :)

LOL true! We haven’t QUITE reached that stage yet, but Daniel is pushing it!

ashuriphoenix replied to your photoset “I am still muddling through renaming and organizing my cc but i got...”

"Mudroom and rear door" makes your blog totes risqué. Tumblr should mark this one to save me from myself.

Bwahaha I thought so too as I was typing it.

willky12 replied to your photo “Suddenly getting a different idea, Belinda abandons the hot man and...”

All the ladies love Gladsten ;D

For good reason! He’s very nicely built 

[rules:  repost.  always post the rules. answer the questions asked, then write 11 new ones. tag 11 people to answer your questions, as well as the person who tagged you]

Tagged by @thedalishbloodmage. Tagging everyone because I just chugged half a bottle of wine. 1) What was the last movie you saw? Was it any good? The last movie I saw in cinema was Wonder Woman. I went to go and see it with my mom, which was sort of odd—my mom and I don’t typically agree on movies and that sort of thing so we don’t often go and see them together. However, I did enjoy it. It was awfully nice to see David Thewlis in a big role again. Even though there were some flaws (nothing is perfect or exempt from analysis!), I’ll definitely watch it again and may even purchase a physical copy.

2) Is there a genre of books you like the most? What about when it comes to video games? This is an interesting question. For me, at least, it really depends on what an author is trying to accomplish. I’ve always been a voracious reader and will read nearly anything I can get my hands on. What it really boils down to whether or not the book or video game is an effective medium for whatever literature is being composed. For me, satire and world-building is incredibly ineffective when placed in a book only format. It takes a while for me to get into it, if I can manage to at all. As far as videogames go, I’m down for almost anything. My undergrad program treated their undergrads as if they were grad students and we had to essentially write thesis arguments and pick thesis projects. Mine was videogames as ultimate forms of literature and my big end project was over the original Mass Effect trilogy. My main downfall with videogames is that I’m pretty cock-eyed so I don’t have the best depth perception and I get motion sick super easy. As long as I don’t get sick, I’ll usually give any game a chance. 3) Is there something that everyone hates that you love, like a book or a movie that bombed? There are definitely movie and book and videogame characters and pairings that Tumblr seems to truly hate that I really like. However, I tend not to take Tumblr seriously on some things because I think that any and all sorts of social media sites are the worst kind of echo chambers. I mean, it doesn’t keep me from having them or using them for my own means but I’m still aware of it. I can’t really think of any books or movies off the top of my head, but what I can think of is food. I absolutely adore black licorice—-especially strong black licorice—-and salted black licorice. Some of this is likely a cultural thing, but some of it definitely isn’t. I don’t have too much of a sweet tooth, but I will down an entire package of salmiakki faster than you can blink. 4) Do you have a special hobby? If so, what is it? I tend to always need something creative to do with my hands, or I’ll get bored and get myself into trouble. Anything artistic, I probably do. I sew, crochet, draw, cosplay, paint, and so on. Lately I’ve been coloring in adult coloring books, but before I did summer school for work, I was on a drawing and colored pencil kick. 5) Outside of BioWare games, what are some of your favorites? I’ll always have a soft spot for BioWare. The first game with a campaign that I ever remember “beating” (really, my uncle beat it and handed me a mouse that wasn’t plugged in while he played because I was about four) was Bauldur’s Gate. I also love Bethesda games. Morrowind was the first big RPG that I ever really got into. I like a lot of tabletop RPGs too, but I haven’t played them in ages and likely wouldn’t remember anything. I like card and board games. As a kid, I played a lot of Reader Rabbit and Jump Start games. They were educational and since both my parents are teachers, I’m fairly certain they got them from their schools. I also played a lot of Zoo Tycoon and turn-based civilization building games, like 1602 AD and Pharoah. 6) When roleplaying, is there anything else you do like listening to music or drinking something in particular? Not particularly, no. I’ve always been more of an opportunistic writer—doing things quickly or in-between tasks. The most that can be said is that I have to be entirely comfortable and sort of in a mode where my brain is refreshing and not actually trying to work. That being said, the majority of my writing tends to come out when I’m watching something stupid on Netflix or when I’m in bed and trying to fall asleep. 7) If you could choose between mind reading and teleportation, which would you choose and why? Teleportation, definitely. I could go see friends and travel for no cost and when it was time for bed I could just go home. Also, I would have absolutely no qualms about teleporting into a bank vault and getting enough cash to pay off my student loan debt, tuition for grad school, my sister’s and parents’ student loan debt, replace my car with a decent used one, and move out or even to a different city. I would literally be a world class thief in order to pay off debt, keep myself mildly comfortable, and then likely to donate money to no-kill animal shelters and charities. 8) Do you like ancient mythology? If so, what culture is your favorite? I think it would be more appropriate to ask what I don’t like. In general, I’ve never been incredibly fond of ancient Roman or Greek mythology. I find it to be far too overdone. My favorites overall are likely Egyptian, Norse, and Slavic. There are several kinds of myths that I have an overall fondness for. I especially like mermaid and siren myths. Most kinds of mythologies have some variation on fae or elven courts, and I enjoy those as well. And, as should surprise absolutely no one, I have a huge soft spot for tricksters. 9) If you could meet anyone, alive or dead, who would it be and why? That’s a damn good question, and I nearly always change my mind each time I’m asked it. There are so many interesting historical figures that I would love to meet, good and bad, that I’m not sure I could choose just one. The top of the list includes more historical figures (Thoreau, Whitman, Poe, Hatshepsut, Elizabeth I, Lovecraft, Tesla, Jefferson) than live people (Rowling, Jennifer Hale). The people who I would like to meet generally are people that I would like to actually sit down and spend time with. They're people I've admired or found fascinating since I was young. There are, of course, two people who have passed in my personal life who I would give anything to see one last time. I would like to see my great grandma, who passed when I was in eighth grade, and tell her that I managed to get through college and that I have a decent job---she was so, so fond of all her grandkids and great-grandkids and she wanted to see us all go to college so badly. She was older when she went and I'm okay with that now, but she was such a nice lady and I think she'd be just so pleased. The other person I'd like to see would be my second momma who passed away from leukemia not even a year ago---I had known her since I was five and she was such a tough woman and never put up with my shit and pushed me to do my best and she was such a good, proud person. The job I had at the time wouldn't give me time off when I finally got word that she was in hospice care or when she passed and I asked to go to the funeral. She did get a college graduation invite and even though she didn't get to actually see me in person, she did get to see the live stream. I never really got to say goodbye or give her a hug or anything, and I know she basically considered me her kid. 

10) What about your blog is your favorite thing you've done?

I have a lot of headcanon that I haven't published yet. I need to get on that. There's one in particular, about elves and elvhen and footwear, that I really like.

Roleplay on Tumblr is a lot different than on other sites, which is interesting. 

I like the friends I've made on here most of all. I know that is awfully altruistic, but I do value them immensely.

11) What drew you into roleplay? What made you stay?

Honestly? I was bored.

I've been roleplaying off and on since Xanga and GaiaOnline, which is hella sad. 

As for what drew me to Solas? Honestly, when I started I hadn't even finished a playthrough where I had romanced him yet. A friend jokingly said that he and I have quite a bit in common so I started sort of as a laugh.

Joke was on me, I suppose. They were right---Solas and I do have a lot in common, which has made writing for him a deliciously difficult challenge---and I'm still here two years later. 

Don't get me wrong, I've learned a lot about myself while writing for Solas. It is immensely relaxing to write as him. Which has helped me stick around, too.

Questions:

1) who?

2) what? 

3) when?

4) where?

5) why?

6) how?

7) Lannisters or Starks?

8) Who did 9/11?

9) Tell me about it, stud.

10) How would you do it?

11) Who was phone?