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euijoosorangeslice · 6 months

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Turned into the Mafias Maid (part two)

warnings: tying up, dress up, handjobs.

Your eyes slowly opened, feeling a slight burn all over your body. You looked down, noticing your hands were tied to the counter in front of you. Your legs were tied to the chair tightly, and as you looked closer there were bolts tight on the legs of your chairs. You started to struggle, grunting loudly.

You heard the door open, hard footsteps walking in. "Good morning, sweetheart." A tall, handsome man holding a tray in his hand. "Who are you? Let me the fuck out of here!" You screeched, the man giggling. "Kei. But you'll be calling me sir. And your name?" You gave him an angry look, turning your head to the side. "Y/n. Well, you seem to not be in a talking mood. Here's breakfast. Sausage, some hotcakes and some orange juice. No pulp, just how you like it, right?"

"How did you- just let me go okay! I'm sorry for whatever fucked up shit I did to land here but whatever it is I'll pay you off!"

He smirked, chuckling softly. "Sweetie, you've got less than a hundred dollars in your wallet. Sort of why your here actually. Per say, a job opportunity." You ignored him, shouting off his ear. "Oh my god you fucking creep, you went through my stuff?"

"Well, we made your bedroom just like it was before. Whenever your ready to be a a good girl we can let you free." You blushed roughly at his use of words. Being a virgin, any dirty talk (even unintentional), set you off hard. "Oh? My cutie likes being called a good girl." Fuck, you were getting quickly wet from his soft talk.

"Alright , I need you to change into this." Kei ordered, helping you out of your restraints. He handed you a bundle of clothes, a headband above it. "What the hell is that?" You cringed, Kei smirking. "This is your uniform. Change. I even brought you new panties. And don't worry, I checked your cup size." You blushed, thinking of him going through your bras and seeing your lingerie.

"Okay, get out so I can change." You mumbled, pulling off your sweater. "I have to watch you babe. Make sure you don't do anything dumb." Sighing loudly, you didn't hesitate to get undressed. Well, getting naked in front of a hot dude can't be that bad, right? You took off your bra, letting your chest free. Kei whistled, staring at your chest. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You took off your sweats, removing your panties as well.

"Trust me, I will." He pulled his phone out snapping a photo of your naked photo. You grumbled, putting on the lace panties and bra he brought you and wearing the uniform. "Ugh, do you guys have a weird kink or something? Seriously, a maid costume?" You had gloves on your hands, wearing a headband and thigh highs.

"Don't try anything dumb, alright? Just be a good little girl." He seductively whispered, you slightly whimpering. Nicholas opened the door, seeing you in your flustered state.

"Did Kei tell you about your ahem...terms and conditions?" You ignored him, still pissed off. "Sorry about earlier. But hey, I brought you this from your apartment." You looked up. seeing a stuffed bunny. "O-oh. thanks. So what is this dumb terms and conditions or whatever?" You pulled it from his hands, caressing it's ears.

Nicholas walked you over to your new bedroom. It was a perfect replica of your bedroom, with a few more decorations. "Right, well...let's get the rest of the crew in here." "C-crew? There's more of you guys?"

Right as you said that, a group of guys came in your door. "This is y/n." You ignored his droning on, staring straight for this hot group of guys standing in front of you. You bit your lip, playing with your fingers. You were examining this short, bunny like boy in front of you. He was adorable, glasses and all. You held long eye contact with him, seeing him blush. You looked down, noticing he was growing hard. Nicholas noticed your infatuation, smiling to himself. "Harua, you really like Y/n don't you?"

Harua looked around, noticing most of the boys were staring at him. 'Oh y-yeah. Sorry! She's just really pretty." He sort of cowarded into the corner, a taller boy with silver hair pushing him out of it. "It's okay. I think Y/N could help you get a little help with your problem?" He lightly cupped Harua's crotch, making him whimper. "T-taki! Don't do that."

"Well, this could be a good learning experience for you Y/N. Can you give our pure little Harua a quick tug?" Kei teased the both of you, Harua whining. "You really don't have to do that." Harua pleaded, Nicholas rolling his eyes. "It's okay to want to be pleasured Harua. We can leave if that'll make you more comfortable?" Nicholas patted his back, heading for the door. "Wait! D-don't leave I'm just really nervous right now."

You confidently walked up to Harua, grabbing the front of his pants. "I think I can help you. I've only ever done this once before." You blushed, the room going silent. "Fuck, fine. Just, let me get off." You smiled, pulling down Harua's pants and his boxers. You grabbed his cock, slowly turning your wrists around his base. "Cute, you're uncut." You whispered, smiling softly at him. Harua looked down in your eyes, feeling his cock twitch in your hand. "Ack...please? I just want to t-to cum all over your pretty face."

Harua moaned, you smirking at him falling apart. "Do it, hm? Your just so sensitive aren't you baby." You sped up your hand, seeing precum build on his tip. "A-ah slow down! Your gonna make me-" You flinched, feeling the sticky substance hit your face. "Fuck, that was super embarrassing." He pulled up his pants, sliding back into the corner. "Wow, you really just did that in front of anyone? I have a lot of hope in the new hire."

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bread0nhead · 6 months

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For Your Eyes Only (18+)

Sam Coe (Starfield) X F!Spacefarer!Reader

It’s the first time you and Sam have been apart since your relationship began. So why not send some photos to remind him of what he’s missing?

“Sarah, ready to head out?” You ask as you and the other members of Constellation stand around the lodge.

“Of course.” Sarah confirms.

“Really? Sending the big boss instead of me?”

“Don’t worry Sam, I’ll be sure to bring her back in one piece.” Sarah teases and a glint in her eyes.

“We’ll be in UC territory, somewhere a Coe doesn’t exactly fit in. Besides, we’ll be back in a week. Tops.” You kiss Sam on the cheek before grabbing your things to head out.

It’s not the week apart that has Sam pouting, it’s the fact he’ll be stuck in the Lodge for a week without you. Sam hasn’t been grounded for that long in months and the stars are already calling him.

The first three days weren’t all that terrible, as he spent most of his time helping Cora with her schooling and gathering supplies. It’s by the fifth day he’s practically bashing his head against the walls.

Knowing self mutilation isn’t the scratch to the explorers itch, he picks up the boxing gloves sitting on the floor of his room and starts wailing at the punching bag. The chain holding up the bag rattle and snap with each swing. He continues long enough to get sweat creeping down his bare chest. It isn’t until a ping from his phone comes in that he takes off the gloves and rests on the steel bench next to the leather bag.

It’s a message from you, the first he’s heard from you since you left.

“Bad news, looks like this mission might take an extra couple of days. Think you can hold out just a little longer for me?”

Sam groans at the message and grabs his explorer hat to put it back on, ready to scream into it. The hat has always brought him a little comfort.

“Another few days and I might need a new punching bag at the end of this. I miss you crazy.”

There’s no response for several minutes, making Sam all the more frustrated. After ten minutes, Sam tosses his phone on the bed and picks up the weights next to him. It’s just as the cell bounces on the mattress that another chime comes in.

Sam’s happy no one is there to see how fast he rushed to his phone to open your message. And when he does, he’s even happier that he’s alone in his room. Sam lets out a breath curse under his breath as he examines the attached image.

You’re on some hotel bed, propped up with your ass in the air and the camera angle just getting the edge of your devious smile. You’re in nothing but your bra and panties with your hair down.

Damn you’re a sight to behold.

“Don’t tease me like that. Show me more of that beautiful body.”

You respond almost immediately with a new photo. One where your bra has been removed and your hand is just barely covering your nipples. Your whole face is in this one, which he finds to be the most beautiful part of the entire photo. Your cheeks are lightly dusted from blushing and your pupils are blown out. You have a flirty smile and a certain twinkle in your eyes.

Sam can feel his loose shorts getting tighter. If you’re going to tease him, he can do just the same. Sam snaps a picture of the tent growing in his shorts. Since he’s not wearing any boxers underneath, every edge and curve of his dick just peaks through in the shadow outlines. His toned stomach is also in the picture, glistening with sweat.

Sam’s a little nervous to send the photo. He’s never sent or received photos like these. Lilian wasn’t the most keen on intimacy, and before her all the girls he’s been with didn’t last long enough to even get their phone number. His heart picks up a bit as he hits send, anxiously waiting to see what you say.

“Look who’s teasing now.”

Before Sam even has a chance to respond, you send another photo. Your back is on the bed and you’re playing with one of your pert nipples. Your teeth bitting and sucking the corner of your bottom lip.

“Fuuuuuck” Sam groans, dragging a hand down his face and letting out a breathy chuckle.

His dominate hand palms his dick over his shorts as his other hand types up a response.

“Such a good girl for me”

“God I wish you were here taking good care of me”

Sam snaps another picture, this time his hand is holding his hard member. Veins, girth, hair and all are in the photo. It’s shameless, he knows. But fuck this is just so fun. He feels young and reckless again.

“The shit I would do to you right now…”

You respond to Sam’s text with the a short video of your slender fingers stroking and dipping into your folds with your fingers coming out covered in your own slick. Sam can hear your soft moans in the video and it has his eyes rolling back.

Sam can’t take this anymore, he needs to hear you. All of you. Every breathy moan and call of his name on your tongue. He hits the dial icon next to your contact in his phone and after the first ring, you answer with the cutest giggle he’s ever heard in his life.

“Well hello handsome. Miss my voice already?”

“I miss waaay more than just your sweet voice.”

Sam starts to stroke himself, feeling himself finch in his hand. He try’s to stifle the moan that’s sitting in his throat, but it comes out louder than he expected.

“What are you doing?” You ask in a teasing tone.

“You know damn well what I’m doing.”

“What do you want to be doing?”

“Ah fuck…” Sam took in a sharp breath through his teeth. “I want to taste you.” He strokes harder, thumbing the tip of his cock.

Sam can hear your gentle cries of pleasure, hear the squelching from below. It’s fucking music to his ears.

“I want to suck on your breasts until you’re panting for me. Then when you’re nice and wet, I want to devour you. Touch you in all the ways I know you like.”

“Sam” it comes out as more of a prayer than a call. He can hear how close youre getting.

“I want to fuck you so bad”

“I need you Sam”

“I know baby. I need you too.”

As your panting picks up, so does Sam’s. Neither of you speak for a couple minutes, just moaning and groaning into the phone, cursing and chanting each other’s names.

“I’m going to cum, Sam”

“Fuck, let me hear you”

Just seconds later you’re unraveling into the mic, calling out Sam’s name. This sends Sam over the edge, moving his hand faster until warmth oozes out of him and drips onto the floor. He groans loud and fulfilled while looking at your photos.

You both take a few moments to come down from the high.

“Please, hurry back to me.”

“I promise.”

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storebluebox · 2 years

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20 Moving Day Tips for 2022

If you’re starting to feel anxious about your big move, you’re far from alone. According to recent research, many people consider moving to be more stressful than starting a new job, getting a divorce, or even becoming a parent!

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1. Be Packed the Day Before Moving Day

Moving day is full of stressors, and the last thing you’ll want to do is add another one to the pile. If you can, make sure to pack everything as far in advance as possible—and at least the day before you move.

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If you’re working to set up a big move, you’ll want to set your alarm clock early. Take the opportunity to take care of any last-minute packing, pick up your rental truck, or confirm scheduling details as needed.

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The best piece of moving advice we can offer? Write everything down.

No matter how much you prepare in advance, your moving day will be chaotic. That’s why it’s a good idea to jot down a to-do list that you can keep on a notebook or on your phone. While you’ll probably be dealing with obvious tasks—like loading your truck—some of the others on this list may be less obvious, and the last thing you want to do is remember them after you’ve already hit the road.

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Once you’ve made it to your new home, it’s time to unload your belongings. Coordinate with your movers on where to place your possessions around your new home, and be prepared to give directions to your moving team.

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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years

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Golf Days (Rafe Cameron)

Author's Notes: I have very strong feelings about Drew Starkey's golf glove, this translates to Rafe Cameron's golf glove. Like..This got out of hand and I should be sprayed with the hose.

Warnings: This is filth. Pure smut. Swearing, somewhat rough sex, sexting, spanking (with and without the glove), Unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how! *Also brief mention of drinking. All characters are of age (Rafe is 19 years old as per OBX story, his girlfriend is the same age as him)

Requested? NO, but all requests for OBX are open.

@outerbankies babe, you wanted the tag for this, you got it.

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

She hated golf days. Rafe was usually gone before she woke up and home late, too tired to really pay attention to her. Not that he didn't, but it was lazy. A squeeze of her thigh while her legs laid over his lap, or lazy kisses down her neck. Any other day there would beg each other for "one more, please".

Golf days he was in the sun and playing the game for hours. He would have a few drinks with his friends and come home tired. It wasn't that he didn't want to love her, he didn't have the energy most times.

This time, she wasn't having it. She woke up before him, rolled on top of his still sleeping form and placed kiss after kiss over his broad chest.

"Morning, sweetie." Rafe hummed with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her naked body against his to keep her close.

"Morning." She replied before she sucked at the sweet spot on his Adams apple.

"Don't start. Not this morning." Rafe moaned, his eyes still closed. She felt him continue to stiffen between her legs so made no effort to stop sucking a hickey on his already tanned skin.

"You don't like it?" She smiled against his throat with a rub of her core against his manhood.

Rafe growled deep in his chest as he flipped her onto her back, then laid between her legs. He pinned her knees to the mattress, thighs spread wide for him as rubbed his tip against her folds.

"I love it, and you fucking know it." Rafe replied with narrow eyes. He watched as her mouth fell open as she slowly slid inside of her. They had been playing with positions, and her flexibility, lately. This one was definitely new.

"B...baby." She gasped as she gripped at his biceps, her nails deep in his skin.

"Too much for you, pretty girl?" Rafe muttered as he watched her eyes roll back as he pulsed his hips. He knew what she was trying to do the minute he felt her grind her slick folds on him.

He would set her straight.

"No! Just so deep, Rafe." She breathed as she leaned up for a kiss.

Rafe smiled as he pulled his hips back, then snapped them forward harshly bottoming out as he planted a firm kiss on her lips. His girlfriend screamed against his lips as sh cleaned around him.

"Be a good girl while I'm gone, and you get this when I get back. Just like this." Rafe growled as he kept his pace steady to ride her through her orgasm.

"Don't leave me." She whined as she came, her nails scratched at his biceps. She surged forward to suck at his throat as he gave her a few final pumps to finish inside of her.

"I've got to, Sweetie. But I promise I will be back and I'll love on you how you deserve." He mumbled as he kissed her forehead.

She released a loud whine when he gently pulled out of her. Rafe placed a kiss on her lips, then her collarbone before he made his way out of their bed. He pulled on his discarded pair of sweats from the previous night then made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Rafe's girl pouted while she laid in bed, her legs still spread to accommodate his frame. She sat up in bed before she grabbed a pair of panties from her bedside drawer and scurried to the front door where Rafe's golf bag waited. She stuffed them in one of the side compartments for him to find.

A few hours later Rafe was on the golf course with some of the Kooks, already done a few holes. He finished off his beer before he rounded the back of the cart to grab something from his bag. He unzipped the compartment and pulled out a lacy yellow thong.

"Damnit, sweetie." Rafe scoffed as he rolled the fabric in his hands then put her panties in his back pocket. He grabbed a fresh scorecard then walked back to the guys at the tee with a smirk.

"What?" Topper asked as he lined up his ball.

"My girl is a fucking deviant." Rafe grinned as he held the small pencil between his teeth as he fixed his glove.

"What did she do this time?" Kelce laughed as he took a seat in the cart.

"Found a pair of panties in my bag." Rafe smirked as he pulled his phone out of his other pocket to see multiple messages from his girl.

"What did you do to that girl?" Topper asked as he swung at the ball, hitting it down the green.

"I didn't do anything!" Rafe replied with a laugh as he placed his ball and tee down to take his shot.

"Well, when we met her she was shy and sweet. Now she's leaving her panties in golf bags." Kelce stated with raised eyebrows.

"She's still sweet. Just way more confident than she way then, and a bit of a sexual deviant." Rafe grinned as she took his own swing. He walked away from the tee then checked the multitude of messages from his woman.

Rafe ran his glove free hand over his face as he read through the filthy text message from her, followed by pictures that got more and more suggestive. A finger in her mouth, her breasts in his favourite lacy bra, her fingers tugging at the sides of the matching lace thong.

You're in trouble when I get home.

Rafe texted back after he saved every single photo she sent him. Despite how he had left her in their bed that morning, without more than a kiss on her pouty lips and an "I love you", he hated leaving her. He was just as desperate for her as she was for him. And he wanted to play with that new position a little more.

Rafe wrapped up his golf fame around the same time as usual, but his foot was heavy gas pedal home. He practically kicked the door of their apartment down and tossed his golf bag in the foyer as he came home.

"Hi, baby." She smiled sweetly from her spot on the couch, still in her lingerie as she read a book.

Rafe pursed his lips as he pulled his golf glove from his back pocket and walked over to sit next to her. He pulled the book from her hands and placed it on the table in front of them. He gave a pat to his thighs while he gave her an expectant look.

"Ass up." Rafe grumbled as he raised his eyebrows at her.

She sat up on her knees then crawled over to lay herself over Rafe's lap. She whimpered softly when she heard the velcro of his glove tighten behind her. She lifted her backside into his touch as he glove- less hand ran over her backside.

"Rafe." She smiled as she gripped at the arm of the couch as she wiggled her backside for his attention.

Rafe laid a slap on her left ass cheek with his gloved hand, smiling as she squealed. Her hips pressed into his lap. Rafe grinned as he ran his other hand over the skin as it began to flush.

"How many times do I have to tell you to play nice?" Rafe growled as he laid another smack with gloved hand on her other cheek.

"Baby!" She cried as she tried to grind herself into him.

"I didn't take care of you earlier? Hmm, pretty girl?" Rafe grunted as he pulled her thong to the side to push his fingers between her legs. He growled as he felt her soaked, her face buried in the arm of the couch as she whined.

"Rafe!" She sobbed out, her hips rolling back to his hand as her nails pulled down the fabric of the couch.

"You sent me some filthy shit, sweetie." Rafe mumbled as his glove-less fingers worked between her legs.

"I missed you." She moaned with her back arched.

Rafe breathed out a laugh as he slipped his middle finger inside of her. She writhed above him with a sob, one of her hands reaching down to grab his thigh.

"I missed you, too." Rafe replied as hie slipped his index finger in her as well. He hooked his fingers inside of her and reached her spot, smiling as she croaked out his name.

Rafe watched her every move as she writhed on top of him, her face buried in the couch as she came around his fingers. He slowly removed his fingers from his girlfriend and placed his gloved hand beneath her on her belly to prompt her upright.

"Baby." She hummed with her hands on his neck, her slick thighs on her side of his. He knew his pants would be ruined, but he didn't care.

Rafe smirked as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. His smile grew as she whined and pushed her hips down to his, her hands buried in his hair.

"What did I do to you?" Rafe growled as he wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped her onto her back. He watched the way her chest rose heavily with her breath and he couldn't help but place messy kisses on her breasts.

"Made me a slut." She whispered as he hands pushed through his hair.

Rafe tossed his head back with a laugh before he placed a kiss on her lips.

"You're my slut." Rafe muttered against her lips as he pulled the cups of her bra down, then pinned her knees to the couch.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

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pierce through me, eren x reader

Cross posted to ao3 under “dickshapedclouds”

Warnings: semi public, strangers, nipple piercings, oral fem and male receiving, photo taking, eren is very cocky

You couldn't believe you let Sasha talk you into this. A drunken conversation about wanting a new piercing turned into her demanding you get your nipples pierced. You knew it was because she liked living vicariously through you and she secretly wanted nipple piercings, but was too scared to get them.

"So you're going today right? Right? Can I come with?"

"Fucking hell, Sash. Yes I'm going today, no you cannot come with me." You groan, exasperated.

"Oh c'mon, I've seen your tits plenty of times." Sasha grins, grabbing the aforementioned part of your body and squeezing before releasing.

You swat playfully at her and roll your eyes, pushing her aside.

"I don't care, I'd rather you not see me cry when I get a needle shoved through my nipples."

"You've literally gotten snot in my hair from crying once." She groans, throwing her head back and stomping like a child.

"If I get you donuts after my appointment will you shut up?"

"I- yes."

"Thank god. I've got to go or else I'll be late. You can see them after I get home."

"Deal." Sasha grins, slapping you on the back as you exit your shared apartment.

It doesn't take but 10 minutes to arrive at the joint tattoo and piercing studio. You can't help the nervous, but giddy feeling inside of you.

This wasn't your first piercing, you had multiple. But with each new one you couldn't help being excited.

"Back again, get a life." Jean, the secretary, teases.

"Shut your mouth, is Levi still in?"

"Nah, but we've got a new piercer here. Let me get him."

He stands from the front desk and makes his way to the back. There's some shouting and a few moments later Jean returns with a male.

Hes covered in piercings and tattoos, brunette hair pulled into a messy bun. You can't help but flush at the fact that someone so attractive will be seeing and touching your breasts.

Even if it was in a professional manner.

"This is Eren, he's a little asshole." Jean rolls his eyes.

"Shove it up your ass, horseface. Nipple appointment, right?" Eren insults Jean before turning to you.

"Uh- y-yeah."

"Awesome, let's go back and I'll get everything sterilized and set up."

The giddy feeling has now dipped more into anxious territory. You follow Eren to the back, taking a seat on the piercing chair.

"If you wanna go ahead and take your shirt off you can, or you can wait until everything is sterilized since it's a little chilly back here."

You sit in comfortable silence until he asks you again to remove your shirt after he's gloved up and has everything prepared.

You do so obediently, folding it and setting it aside. Breasts now standing proud, nipples pebbling from the cool air.

"After I mark you can lay down, alright?"

"Alright."

Its so odd to have someone you're not fucking so close up and personal with your chest. You can feel his warm breath against your skin and it causes goosebumps to rise on your body.

"That look good?"

"Yeah, looks great." You smile and lay back.

"Great." He takes the set of forceps and as gently as possible clamps them onto your left nipple.

"You'll feel a pinch, I want you to breathe in nice and deep for me." Eren says as he prepares to push the needle through.

As soon as you breathe in, he pushes it through.

"Oh, fuck!" You hiss, clenching your jaw.

"Sorry." Eren laughs, moving quickly to your right breast.

Although your nipple is hard, he flicks it. Sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. His eyes flitting to yours before pressing the clamp around it.

"Again, deep breath in, sweetheart."

And God does that send an ache between your legs. You inhale, filling your lungs completely.

Expecting the pain, it doesn't hurt as much as the first. But you still hiss, jaw clenched tight.

"Good girl." He says at your breathing.

Eren takes note, cleaning you up quickly before taking his gloves off. He massages the joints of your jaw, making your mouth drop open slightly.

"You did so good." He smiles, tongue flitting over his lips.

You see the glint of a tongue piercing and wonder how it'd feel against your skin.

"You've got the prettiest tits I've seen." He says lowly, placing his thumb underneath and forefinger on either side of your breasts.

"If you weren't so fucking hot you'd have a bloody nose." You breathe, a moment of bravery, you grip his jaw and pull him down for a kiss.

"God I wanna put my mouth on them." Eren groans, showing restraint as to not hinder the healing process.

"Suppose I'll have to see you again when they're all healed." You grin, hand gripping his hair as you press your lips to his again.

He clambers into the piercing chair with you, knee between your legs. His hands gripping your waist.

"Can I eat you out? Please?"

"Since you asked so nicely." You coo, reaching between where he's pressed against you to unbutton your pants.

"Lay back, sweetheart."

Eren shimmies down, his feet hanging off the edge of the long seat. He grabs the waist of your pants and tugs them down with your panties.

"Oh fuck." He groans, taking in the princess Diana piercing that goes through the hood of your clit.

"Pretty isn't it?" You grin.

"Levi do this? That bastard got to see this gorgeous fuckin' cunt?"

"Jealous?"

Eren glares up at you before diving in, tongue dipping into your hole. Nose nudging at your sensitive clit.

You gasp, tangling your hands in his hair again, pulling him closer to your cunt.

He groans against you, vibrations sending a jolt up your spine. Heat filling your body.

Afraid to get his piercing caught on yours, he avoids touching his tongue to your clit. Instead opting to nose at it, and rub his thumb over it.

"Feel s'good!" You moan, rocking down against his face.

You could feel him smirk against you at your desperation. You grip his hair tighter, basically riding his face with how you cant your hips up.

He's licking at you like a man starved, eyes focused on your face as he feasts. He dips both thumbs into your cunt, spreading it open, pushing back against your hands so he can spit.

"Such a desperate thing." He coos teasingly, face soaked.

"If you don't get your mouth back on me I swea I'll- ah! Hhmf! Fuck!" You hiccup, head thrown back as he fucks you with his tongue.

One hand still tangled in his hair, the other pressed to your mouth. Your teeth biting into your knuckles to muffle your sounds.

You feel that familiar knot in your stomach, heat pooling heavily.

"Im- fuck- I'm cumming- gonna cum!" You moan, thighs squeezing tight around his head as you ride out your high.

Hips jerking as you ride his face.

Eren pulls away with a filthy grin, licking his lips before wiping his face with the back of his hand.

"Let me return the favor." You pant, releasing your hold on him.

You make quick work of pulling his pants down, and pulling his cock out of his boxers.

"Fuck- you're pierced here too?" You gasp, licking over your lips as you trail your fingers over the three piercings down the shaft.

"Pretty, huh?" He takes your words, smirking down at you.

"Bastard." You quip, licking a hot stripe from the base to the crown.

Tongue dipping into the slit, tasting the pre that has beaded there. It causes Eren to moan and you can't help but clench your thighs at the gorgeous sound.

You love when men moan for you, you love drawing out the pretty sounds they make. And Eren is no exception, his moans get high and breathy.

You kiss the barbell of the piercings before taking the length of his cock into your throat in one go. Eyes trained on his face like his were on yours.

"Holy fuck- that's so good-" he rasps, fisting a hand into your hair.

Not to push and pull your head, but simply to ground himself.

"Where's the cocky bastard who just ate me out, hm?" You say once your mouth is free of him.

He glares at you, gripping the side of your jaw to make your mouth open before feeding his cock into your mouth.

"Such a damn brat, this what you want?" He groans as he uses your throat.

You can feel the piercings drag against your throat, in deep and then back to your tongue. Your cunt weeps with arousal in response to how he uses you.

"Gonna use that cunt next, cum all over that pretty clit. You're gonna be mine- my little cum dump." He groans.

You whine around his cock, looking up at him with watery eyes. It nearly makes him blow his load, dick twitching in your throat.

He holds himself there, grinning at the way your throat contracts around him, how you gag.

"Mm that's right, choke on me. Good girl." He pulls out of your mouth, giving you a moment to breathe.

A mixture of spit and precum connecting your lips to the length of him. You pant heavily, tongue lolled out of your mouth.

Eren shoves himself back down your throat, holding the sides of your head as he thrusts his hips. Tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat with each thrust.

"So fuckin' pretty." He groans, pulling out to jerk himself off over your face.

You keep your tongue out, eyes trained on his. Waiting patiently for him to cum over your face.

His hand grips your hair, tilting your head as he spills over your face and tongue.

"Fuck. Fuck- can I take your picture?"

You nod, making sure none of his cum drips from your face to your breasts. He's quick to grab his phone and open the camera, snapping a few photos.

"Now lay back and let me fuck that pussy."

You grin and settle back, spreading your legs for him.

"Good girl."

#AoT #aot eren #aot smut #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #x reader #eren aot #piercings #attack on titan

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hitoshisbabygirl · 3 years

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Author's Notes ♡: Hello hello! Welcome to my first JJK fic for our free for all Valentine’s Day collab! I had fun with this free idea , I always wanted to do an AU like this so it gave me a bases for future ideas! Enjoy~ bunny ❥

Warnings : None! Some heavy kissing and such but nothing too explicit , Yuuji and Sukuna are twins ♡

Word count : 3.8k

Paring(s) : Tattooist!Sukuna x F! Reader

Enjoy ♡

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Sukuna couldn't stand it, the girl his brother brought over to his shop plagued his mind. Wide eyed and just as happy as Yuuji it was infuriating how energetic the pair was in the tattoo shop. He was used to the sound of his brother asking for him but once he hear a second voice his hand twitches , eyes moving from the drawing in front of him as his appointment in front of him practically was begging fro his attention, occasionally trying spark up a conversation as he drew out a rose, planned for her collarbone “So, did all of you tattoos hurt?” The girl asked, pushing herself closer as he continued to stech, not paying her much mind. “No, I guess i've always had tough skin though.” He said as the girl hummed and giggled continuing her talking “I've been afraid of needles for as long as I could’ve remembered, but maybe this'll get me over my fear huh?” she questioned as all he did was hum, finishing the small design. “Maybe. Is this okay?” He asked her as she gasped, her giggling increasing to his dismay

“Omg i love it! You're a good worker with your hands” She said as he started to get ready, popping off his rings as he put on gloves, running up red and black inks for the rose to be. “Your right shoulder, right?” Sukuna asked as she confirmed, moving her shirt a bit too low to try to entice him. Pushing more of it back up, Sukuna placed and got the stencil ready, finally looking up to the girl “Tell me if there's anything wrong okay ?” He said as she gave him an almost hungry look “oh please i sure will” And with that he started the tattoo, the girl he was tattooing letting out small cries and gaps. Every one of the sounds made him stop, checking on her as the girl tried to act differently but he knew she was in pain. Once the girl stopped in a crying spell and was able to calm down from the help of the giant tattooist “s-sorry i didn't know my collar bone was so sensitive” she said as he said she was okay, starting to go back to her tattoo once everything was better with the girl. Once finished , she started to pay when she started to hit on him again “ I'm still sorry for that whole thing , how about I get you a drink for the troubles huh?” She threw at him as he gave her a small smile “I have more clients later, and i'd rather not drink, don't really like to unless its special'' Sukuna responded as the girl admired her new rose that covered a small portion of her chest and collarbone “ How about we go celebrate my new tattoo? And the fact you helped me through it huh?” She suggested. Before he could respond he heard the high pitched sounds of laughter. Looking up to his door he saw his annoying brother but with one of the most beautiful girls he ever saw. Once finishing the payment with his client and her sliding her number on a piece of paper his brother came up with his friend “Hey Su! I want you to meet my bestfriend [ ]!” his hyper twin brother Yuuji said as Sukuna looked at the girl in front of them. She looked to be their age , shorter than him with a few tattoos and dyed hair herself. “Nice to meet you young lady”

Sukuna said as he took her hand, giving it a kiss. [ ] giggled as Yuuji fake choked, his brother rolling his eyes at him “ What? Not my fault you've never brought her around me, she's a lady, gotta give her a proper introduction right?” Sukuna teased as Yuuji grumbled causing [ ] to laugh “Well nice to properly meet you Sukuna , ive heard so much about the woman lure bad boy whos the polar opposite of his sweet and innocent twin” She teased as he gave her his own smirk “ Yet i know nothing of the cute little girl standing in front of me” Sukuna lashed back as [ ] felt her face heat up, a laugh coming from her. His brother pouted he stood in front of his brother , giving him a knowing look. “I brought her here for a tattoo, idiot” He said as Sukuna gave him a raised eyebrow, looking at the girl beside him “Is that right doll? Came here for a tattoo?” He asked as she gave him a shy smile back “Well erm, i kinda wanted to start a sleeve with you if that's alright?” with widened eyes Sukuna and Yuuji were surprised together, the strawberry blondes both looking as the girl gave them a confused look back “What? Is that bad?” She asked as sukuna kicked in “Nah, i'm surprised that you'd choose me ,i'm not the usual girly tattoo sleeve maker” He said as she gave him a smile, “And i'm not your usual girly girl who just wants flowers and shit as my tattoo” She retorted back as he gave her an impressed smirk, ushering her to the back of his studio room “You can come too twerp” he said to his brother as yuuji ran to join them, headed to the back room.

This became a recurring theme as over the next few days and even weeks , Sukuna and [ ] met to talk about her new additions, adding and removing elements as they started to get a good picture of what they both thought looked the best together, some ideas being saved for other single tattoos. “So how do you like it so far sweetheart?” Sukuna asked as [ ] gave him an enthusiastic squeal, moving over the turned drawing desk as she fell forward to hug the tattooed covered man. Shocked by her random falling grasp he chuckled, catching her so she wouldn't hit her hip on the swerving table and half giving her a hug back as they laughed together. [ ] pulled back some as she started to notice more differences between the twins. Starting with Sukunas face ; it was more clear and sunkissed, small freckles adorned his cheeks from the sunshine. Unlike his twin, she noticed how more stocky and strong his body and face was compared to Yuuji. The twins were pretty much identical , except for how they acted, the fact that Sukuna had tattoos and the sometimes usual differences between twins, like style and other small discrepancies. Unlike the bright and colorful yet athletic look Yuuji had , Sukuna tended to be more of a dark artsy look, usually black clothes , ripped jeans , rings and chains. He tended to give off the usual bad boy vibes, someone who you wouldn't want your parents to meet.

But under his hard exterior he was very personable , just as sweet as his twin. As she was lost in her own thoughts , her hands pushing off his chest he snapped her back to reality, a finger going under her chin as he gave her a gentle smile , catching the girl in midthought of her tattooist “Aren't you something….what's on your mind [ ]” He rasped out as her eyes widened, realizing how close they were. From the standing mirror she could really see it ; one of her thighs was in between his spreaded ones, the other in his right arm. From her arms wrapped around his neck her face was close to his, the two of them slightly chest to chest. Her body felt hot as the male in front of her smirked, meeting her eyes in the mirror as he looked at the scene in front of him too. Eyeing her in the mirror he could imagine the work to be put atop her skin, and how pretty she'd be in his work, the thought gave him a sense of protectiveness and overall close bond with the girl he was around for more than he'd had before. Spending hours a day , almost everyday except his super packed days had gotten him a closer bond with her and even with his twin brother, the group of them and their other friends relaxing and enjoying time together. The little things that they all did together made him realize how much he enjoyed taking a break. And how much he'd fallen for his new client.

Coming from his own thoughts he pulled her right leg higher onto his lap, causing her to fall forward as she gasped, their faces impossibly closer. “Hm...youre pretty when youre flustered..” he said absentmindedly as he looked back to them in the mirror ,wrapping an arm around her waist as he gave her a sly smile, moving back into the chair he sat in “S-sukuna?” [ ] questioned as he hummed, sliding his eyes from the mirror to her questioning ones. Tracing the hand on his chest he rose a brow, a silent sign to continue. “I-I can get down. I'm sorry i was a little excited-” She continued as she started to move. With quick ease Sukuna kept her in place, rubbing the back of her thigh as he leaned in, pulling her closer by the backs of her thighs “I like you here. You don't have to move unless you're uncomfortable” He said as she ran a hand through his messy hair, sliding it to his cheek as he laid his head in it, kissing her palm. With the small caring action she squeaked , making the male chuckle “Am i...moving too fast” He said , his voice barely a whisper as he tightened his grasp on her waist, eyes searching hers.

“N-no i'm just...surprised?” She half questioned as he gave a knowing smile, shifting her weight to completely have her in his lap. With a high pitched squeal and giggles [ ] landed comfortably , her calves hanging off as her thighs tightened around his waist. “See, isn't this more comfortable?” He asked as she shyly hid in his neck, overwhelmed by his random acts of affection “Sukuna...are you trying to just make me embarrassed” She whined as he stroked her back, putting her face deeper in his neck “Mh..no not particularly..kinda just...thinking” He said as he pulled his phone out. Facing the mirror he took a silent picture, a smirk on his lips as he looked it over. her body was perfectly flushed with his , her arms around his neck as the tattoo down her side was more prominent in the picture. From the way it looked was just a couple taking a handsy photo but for Sukuna, it was a seal for how he felt. He wanted to take more pictures like this, but with them being together. Mirror selfies, clothes or even more explicit for his own gallery ; he loved the way they looked together. Noticing how quiet he was [ ] sat up looking at the male as he set his phone up facing the mirror before squishing her face “Everything okay?” She asked with a squished face as he laughed , releasing her cheeks “I love this..” He admitted as she gave him a wide eyed look , his warm ones looking away from hers

“I know..all of this could be seen as a very lewd way to admit my feelings but..honestly i'm used to just having women want me for free tattoos and well..yknow..my talents'' Sukuna said as he gave her a crooked smile, a laugh coming from [ ] as she understood what he meant, but the fact that he's admitting feelings for her made her heart flutter “S-so you like me?” She asked warily as he let out a light sigh, leaning up to put their faces close again “Hey [ ]...i know this is awkward and embarrassing...for me at least...but..may i kiss you?” He whispered over her lips as she silently shook her head, letting her eyes feel heavy as he got closer, rubbing their lips faintly together. As soon as she tighten her arms around his neck he pushed his record on his phone, sealing their lips together. As the two started to make out he tightened his hands around her waist, a low hum coming from his throat as he bit her bottom lip, sliding his tongue in. the more heated it got the more she whimpered, pulling her kiss plumped lips away from his. Groaning he chased her lips, crashing them against his as they started to kiss again. Letting her nimble fingers move up from his neck she tugged at his hair at the back of his nape, making the male growl as he rocked her closer to him, his larger arms wrapping over her waist.

Once again she whined and pulled away, putting her head against his “Sukuna...I..geez you-” trying to catch her breath he gave an airsh laugh. Ending his video. Catching him touch his phone [ ] reached for it “What did you do?” She asked as he held the phone above his head, watching them kiss again as he grinned “Oh nothing..just wanted my confession is all” He said as she gave him a look “[ ]..i really do like you...god i could say i'm almost in love…” “Almost?” She whispered as he kissed her lips again “More like i am but..i dunno how you feel about me” He said as she gave him a soft look, kissing his cheek “I love the time we've spent together, and well, if you'll have me i'll be yours” She responded. A wide smile on his face as he leaned back in to kiss her, the new couple giggling through the sessions as they finalized the rest, starting on the masterpiece they had crafted together.

Starting on her sleeve was one of the most enjoyable things she had done. Every few weeks to a month depending on the healing time she was adding her next piece. As she finished all of her linework it came to coloring her colorful bits. For the next few months again she finished it, all while spending time with her tattooist boyfriend and friends. As she was to the final stretch of heer coloring she knew valentines day was coming up more and more. Her and Sukuna had been dating for around a year now, just a few weeks shy of it. As she came to the shop she waved to the receptionist, giving him a smile “Hey Megs, how are you?” Megumi, the inky haired boy looked up from his journal and gave [ ] a rare smile, “Hey [ ]! I'm good ,how are you today? Sukunas is in the back if youre ready for him” He said as she gave him smile “That's good! I'm so excited my tattoo should be done just in time for valentines day! Speaking of, do you have an idea of your valentine this year?” She teased as he gave her a shy look “Ah...not particularly but maybe once it came i would” He said as she gave him a nod in understanding. Hearing his girlfriend talking Sukuna came out, a grin on his lips “Hey babe” He said as he gave her a kiss to her neck, causing Megumi to groan as she giggled “Cmon dont make him uncomfortable with your affection, lets go big boy” She joked as she took her strawberry blonde to his room “Ah okay babe let me see your arm” Sukuna started as she took of his jacket, revealing her sleeveless crop top and work of art on her left arm. Turning her arm some he looked over her lines and color deposits , making sure everything looked right. “Its coming along nicely [ ]..i just have this little pieces on your forearm and we'd be done with piece” He said happily as she gave him a soft smile “I love it...just as much as i love you” She said as he looked up from her arm , giving her a shy smile “I love you more [ ]”

Sukuna said as he leaned up, kissing her lips as he set up his inks and machine, snapping his gloves as he started to finish her last pieces. As the buzzing of the machine lulled her comfortingly she caught the determined and concentrated look on his face as he tattooed away “Where do you wanna go on valentine's day...hypothetically speaking” Sukuna asked randomly as she started to fill in lines. Blinking comically, she looked down at her boyfriend. “Anything youd come up with” She said as he hummed, finishing up the last color as he wiped it clean, starting to clean up the ink and smaller tears in her skin hidden by the fresh ink. “Princess...thank you for letting me be the one that did your art…” He said as he traced her hand , kissing her fingertips as he flashed her a smile. “I love you more Su..” [ ] whispered back as she leaned forward, kissing his forehead.

As the two sat there in his studio and talked [ ] drew up a heart with their names in it , giggling as she showed her boyfriend “Look babe!” She said as he stopped cleaning his desk, analyzing her work “I like it, a lot. You did a great job sizing wise, and i always loved your cursive” he said as he ran a finger over the art again “You said you wanted to get better at tattooing, right?” Sukuna asked as he still looked over the design “Yeah i did, what about it?” [ ] asked as he stretched , reaching over as he pulled out his darkest black ink and vibrant red. Soon he picked up two pairs of gloves and one of his various machines “Ill let you do this on me, and i can do it on you if youd like” He said as she gave him a happy screech, starting to make the transfers “Really Sukuna, youd let me do that?” She asked as he nodded, prepping an empty space on his arm “Ill help you, make sure its deep enough but i trust you, you did a good job with the smaller ones on yourself. Youre good sweetheart im here “ And thats what he says the whole time she tattoos him, her lines were straight but she felt like her red names were lacking. Tracing them again the darken, showing up beautifully as she focused, holding his skin apart as she smiled at her work, wiping the access ink and covering it in ointment like he did earlier “I did it!” She jumped happily as he gave a satisfied grin, looking at her energetic girlfriend. ‘I love her’ he thought to himself as he thought of what hed do for her in the coming weeks for the day filled of love

On valentines day [ ] was at home, talking to Nobara as she heard a knock on her door. Telling the girl she'd call back, [ ] started at the door and opened it, seeing a giant bouquet of flowers as she took them nicely from the delivery boy “Uhhh miss [ ] correct? The sender also wanted you to have this” The boy fumbled with a note, handing it to the girl as she thanked him , watching him leave as she let out a happy squeal, reading it.

‘Dollface, I hope you're ready for tonight, I have a lot in store for us tonight. How about you wear that cute little black dress you got last time we went to the mall hm? I'll be over at four-SKR”

Giggling at his note she looked at the time, noting it was 2:00, she went to the back, starting to get dressed as she was excited to see what her boyfriend had planned for them. She took the time to curl her hair, setting them as she worked on her makeup. After taking the time she saw it was around 3:45. She smiled as she got a text from him, saying he was on his way. As she happily ran around her apartment , trying to get rid of the jitters she had for the night planned with her boyfriend. Soon she heard a knock on the door. Skipping to the dor she opened it to her tall boyfriend leaning against the frame, looking down at his girlfriend “Hi darling” Sukuna said as she stood on her toes , giving him a peck against his lips as she giggled “Hi” She responded as he wrapped his arms around her waist , kissing the crook of her neck. “Missed you..” He whispered as she hummed, rocking with him as they stumbled into her living room, Sukuna shutting her door behind him as he picked her up. Laughing , [ ] held onto him, looking down to her well dressed partner. He was in a black vest, adorned with red decals and black pants. Despite him wearing nicer clothes it had the same grudge feel to it, ringed fingers and pierced ears filled with glistening metals very promedent in his attire. As she gave him a glance over from being held in his arms he rose a brow and placed her down, giving her an uncharacteristic shy look “Do i look alright?....tried something new since ill be taking you out” He asked as she kissed his cheek, giving him a content smile “I love it. You still have that edge I fell in love with laced through and through” [ ] said as Sukuna felt his heart jump, a warmth creeping up his neck and face as he kissed her face, taking her hand “Well then...i'm very thankful with a woman like you in my life...thank you [ ]..you ready to go?” Sukuna softly asked as he outstretched a hand to her, making [ ] playfully laugh. Taking her ringed at tattooed lovers hand the duo set off, starting their first Valentines Day together.

Once night rolled around most had been finished [ ] and Sukuna found themselves on a hilltop, overlooking a city as they ate a snack basket that Sukuna prepared. Not only was he a tattooist but he could cook, and cook very well. “If I didn't have the urge to tattoo every square inch of my body with art maybe i'd be a cook” He laughed as she constantly complimented his cooking, laying her head on his shoulders. “This is wonderful Sukuna..ive really enjoyed today” [ ] said as he gave her a look before peering back at the city “I know how much you hated today so...I wanted to do something for you to love it” Sukuna said as she moved up, looking in his warm eyes as he reached out of his pocket, his phone showing their first accidental mirror picture they took together evident as his lockscreen. As he pulled the next thing to it, a shiny ring filed with her birthstone “This is for you, a promise to you” Tilting her head she took the beautiful ring and placed it on her finger, watching it glisten in the moonlight “A promise for what?” she asked “Ill never leave you, and one day...maybe...we could make that promise permanent” He said as he took her hand in his , pulling her in his lap as he sealed that promise with a kiss.

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #tattoo artist sukuna!#f!reader #jjk au #ryomen sukuna x reader #circus dome collab!#the circus dome collab

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cheri-translates · 3 years

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One-shot: Fraud

Original author: 八重垂樱 (ba zhong chui ying)

Source: here

Warning: Contains characters from S2!

“Photographs are allowed. Please scan the QR code after having your picture taken.”

“Yes, there’s no problem. Both guys in STF can be photographed. A group photo is fine too.”

“The ladies over there, please queue properly. Everybody, there’s no need to push. I promise that everyone will get their photographs!”

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After eating and drinking your fill, you’re carrying a cup of milk tea while strolling around the Central Boulevard.

You see this scene before you - Gavin and Eli are in full military attire, standing up straight in front of the police car. Similar to the themed cafe’s live-sized standees, they are striking a pose of wielding their guns. Little Grey is sitting at their feet obediently, occasionally nuzzling the ends of Gavin’s trousers.

[Note] Little Grey is a search and rescue dog which was introduced in Dangerous Night Date!

Tang Chao, who is brimming with a smile, is currently lifting the megaphone and running around. At one moment, he’s maintaining the order of the queue. At another moment, he’s getting people to scan the QR code. At yet another moment, he directs the observing crowd on how to take better photos. He’s incredibly busy.

On the police car which is usually cleaned till it shines, there are several large red scrolls hung on it. Next to it, there are roll-up banner stands with posters on them. Along with Tang Chao’s exclamations which are remarkable in both voice and expression, all of these attract the attention of passers-by. However, based on what you see, the ladies who came to queue up for a picture were most likely enticed by the “charming view”. Their shining eyes are staring at your Officer Gavin and his good brother.

This isn't okay.

Even though you know that this event is meant to increase awareness of fraud, you still simmer with slight jealousy.

Seeing that they haven’t noticed you, you sneak over, joining the queue for a group photo. While listening to the ladies talk excitedly about the “rarely seen handsome men”, you suppress your laughter while inching forward along with the queue...

By the time you finally reach the front, your milk tea has almost lost its coldness.

“You-”

Gavin’s eyes brighten suddenly, and an insuppressible smile surfaces on his lips. Beside him, Eli smiles shamelessly, shooting Gavin a wink. It’s as though after standing here for an entire afternoon, he has finally found something interesting.

“Thanks Mr Officer. Please take a group photograph for us.”

Tang Chao’s mouth is hanging open as you stuff your phone into his hand. Then, you turn around and run to the middle of Gavin and Eli, hooking your arms with them. Even before you can stand steadily, you feel someone’s arm around your waist. With a gentle turn, you find yourself standing on the other side of Gavin in the next second.

“The photo will look even better like this.”

The man says this softly, his eyes arching upwards from behind the protective goggles. Hmph, what a jealous man. You didn’t even mention anything about him taking group photos with so many other ladies.

Tang Chao snaps the group photo quickly, then returns the phone to you respectfully. Without waiting for him to speak, you interject. “Do I need to scan the QR code?”

“Sis... yes, scan the QR code and follow us.”

“Could I also add the contact details of this Mr Officer?”

With an innocent smile, you wave your phone at Gavin mischievously, deliberately trying to make things a little difficult for him. Unfortunately, even before you can take pleasure in it for ten seconds, a large, half-gloved hand covers your wrist, pulling you towards him.

“You can.”

“Huh?”

“I said - you can.”

While saying this, Gavin removes his equipment expressionlessly and hands them to Tang Chao. Then, he takes out his own phone and holds it next to yours, acting as though he’s genuinely exchanging contact details with you.

“Done.” He gives you a nod, then turns his head. “Tang Chao, get ready to work with Eli. Let Lu Yi maintain the order.”

“Captain Gavin, what about you?”

“I need to have a thorough talk with this lady regarding the issue of fraud.”

...

“I didn’t commit fraud! Gavin, what are you saying! Also, you’re not allowed to snatch my milk tea! Drink your own!”

“Yours is sweeter. As for fraud...”

The dashing officer chuckles, hugging you and taking another sip of milk tea. “Does deceiving an officer home count?”

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takuyakistall · 4 years

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as sweet as strawberries. | riddle rosehearts

Taku's notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TART BOY !! Dhdjhdjdhd I love him so much 💝💘💕💗💞💗💕💗💞💗💕💗💞💕💗💘💝💝

Riddle walked around Heartslabyul's Rose garden, taking in the scent of hundreds of roses present. The gentle wind blew past him, he tucked the unruly strands of his hair behind his ear as he wandered around some more. He admired the perfectly painted roses, his fingers trailing along the flowers as if to check whether the paint was already dry or not. He held an absentminded expression, not glancing at them, as he continued to trail his fingers against the petals- slowly making his way to the stems, he flinched and retracted his hand as soon as he felt a sharp pain on his index finger. He looked at the rose and saw a single thorn on its stem, frustration rising up from the pit of his stomach. "Didn't I make it clear enough to remove the thorns?" He muttered to himself, removing his gloves to inspect his small wound. Blood trailed from the tip of his finger, it was a minor wound but it hurt nonetheless.

He brought up his finger into his mouth and sucked on slightly to stop the bleeding. The metallic taste of blood greeting him as soon as he does, he brought out his finger after a few seconds- staring at the small red dot on his skin. He was lost in his own thoughts, the moon shining brightly upon his figure. Only an hour was left before his birthday ends. A melancholic expression takes over his face as he recalls his past birthdays. A bitter taste rose inside his mouth as he recalled his Mother telling him off every single time he tried to tell her it was his birthday. Riddle chuckled bitterly to himself, his mother never really bothered to remember his birthday.

Riddle put his glove back on, preparing himself to go back to his own room in the dorm building. He took slow steps- his movements were clearly tired and forced. He was tired from today's events, what was it about today that made him more tired than usual? Everything was normal, his daily routine was unchanged. Perhaps it might be because of the fact that it's his birthday? How silly of him to get bothered by that- it's just like any other day. The tightness Riddle felt in his chest only got tighter as he felt the need to break down into tears. "It's just a birthday." He told himself, clutching his chest tightly as he clenched his other fist. He almost had no pleasant memories about his birthday- every single time, it would just be forgotten by his mother. It would always be just like any other ordinary day. There was only one exception to that, it was when Trey and Chenya, his childhood friends, decided to help him escape from his house and ate his favourite tarts together. Of course, it was only a matter of time before his mother caught him and dragged him home. Nonetheless, it was one of his most memorable memories back then and of his birthdays. Reminiscing, a small smile appeared on his face- he touched his lips with the tip of his fingers before whispering to himself. "Strawberry Tarts…" perhaps he could indulge himself just this once and eat a few.

His short trip down memory lane was suddenly disturbed when he heard footsteps approach him. His back straightened and he immediately got his usual composure back. "Who's there!?" Riddle barked out. He heard the footsteps go slower and soon, you appeared in front of him- Riddle's tense shoulders relaxed. You let out small pants, out of breath from all the running. You were looking everywhere for Riddle! In a hurried frenzy, you grabbed his wrist and quickly dragged him away, running. Riddle couldn't refute back at your sudden actions, instead, he shouted. "W-What do you think you're doing, (Y/N)!?" You didn't even bother answering his question, "Do you have any idea of how long it took me to find you!? The fact that the rose garden is like an actual maze didn't really help me at all."

Riddle perked up when he heard you say that you were looking for him. Why in the world…? The both of you continued running with not a single complaint from Riddle- which was rare because of that big mouth of his. You glanced back at Riddle for a second, a dazed expression on his face. He wasn't acting like himself at all and that kind of scared you. You tightened your grip around his wrist and tugged him towards you, his chest suddenly bumping against yours and that was enough to make him snap out of his daze. Riddle quickly put some distance between the two of you, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "(Y/N), What's up with you today? You've been acting really odd, besides- where are you even taking me?"

You chuckled, "We're already here." You were at the entrance to Heartslabyul's dorm building, pointing at the door as you shot an encouraging look at Riddle. Riddle was clueless, were you asking him to open the door? He had no idea but, he did it nonetheless. The hallways were dead silent and the lights were all closed, it was dark. "What in the world...?" He muttered to himself as we walked further into the hall before arriving in front of the door to the common room. You ran towards Riddle, catching up to him and stood by his side- already feeling giddy.

Riddle opened the door to the common room, as soon as he did- the lights turned on and a bunch of party poppers greeted him. He flinched a bit, closing his eyes from the sudden surprise but when he opened it again- he saw Trey, Cater, Deuce, Ace, and a lot of the Heartslabyul students gathered in the common room, shouting "Happy Birthday!" You left Riddle's side to go in front of him, holding out your hand towards him as you greeted him. "Happy Birthday, Riddle."

Riddle was speechless, he scanned the room- the decorations, the food, and everything else. Was this party for him…? Is this why you looked for him this late at night? Riddle felt euphoric, tears were already forming in the corner of his eyes- blurring his sight as he brought his gloved hands up to his eyes. Wiping his own tears away as a huge smile started to form in his face. Cater was the first one to speak out, "Ehh!? R-Riddle is crying?" He put down his phone, suddenly rejecting the idea of taking a photo. Trey only let out a small laugh, "Haha! It seems like Riddle is really happy about this whole surprise."

The other students started to start the celebration as Riddle suddenly started to cry, his sobs drowned out by all the noises only the ones close to him could hear him- it was festive. The first-ever birthday party prepared especially for him. It brought him to tears, his heart felt like it was about to jump from his chest as he grabbed a hold of your hand. Muttering a small 'thank you' as he wiped some of the remnants of his tears from his face. You gave him a small nod as you let go of his hand, letting him get dragged away by Trey and Cater as they celebrate. The Heartslabyul Dorm has never been this noisy and festive before- it was always dead quiet at this time but since it was his birthday, perhaps he could let it slide just this once.

Everyone celebrated the whole night until most of them were tired enough to pass out on the spot or some of them retreated back to their rooms already after greeting Riddle once again, he looked so happy the whole time- a huge unmistakable grin plastered on his face as he ate his beloved tarts. You took a bite of your strawberry tart before steeling yourself and walked up to Riddle- tapping him gently on his shoulder as he turned to look at you. He shot you a curious glance as you dragged him by the wrist again and guided him just outside the dorm building- Trey and Cater just shot the two of you a confused glance before looking at each other and shrugging it off.

Riddle shot you a curious glance, his smile still not wiped from his face- he looked cute this way. "What is it?" The way his voice goes up at the end of his question made your heart beat faster, you could tell that he was really happy and that, by itself, made you happy. From the preparations to chasing down Riddle all over the campus- all the effort you put in was worth it when you saw his smile. The more he smiled, the bolder you felt and that's how you ended up dragging Riddle outside. You walked up to Riddle gingerly and closed your eyes, placing a quick peck on his lips- you could tell he was shocked. His eyes widened and he froze. Embarrassed, you managed to mutter out "H-Happy Birthday, Riddle!" Before running away back into the dorm, face burning hot.

With a face as red as his hair, he touched his lips with the tip of his fingers before licking his lips, whispering to himself. "Strawberry Tart…" This was sure to be a birthday to remember.

おまけ！

Cater slapped his own hand over his mouth to stifle a gasp. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, he just wanted some fresh air outside- He didn't mean to witness your small kiss with Riddle! 'This is big news.' Cater thought, his phone already ready to post something about it. That is until someone suddenly grabbed a hold of his shoulder- Cater almost shrieked, "AH-! Trey?"

Trey just gave Cater a tight-lipped smile, "Don't you dare post anything about what you just saw."

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brarg 25

25. Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?

Luciano is not sure what he was thinking when he agreed to this.

Well, that’s actually an understatement; he clearly wasn’t thinking. Spending most of his time surrounded by crazy tattoo artists who use their own bodies as sketchbooks has clouded his judgment. There is otherwise no explanation as to why he has agreed to Martín’s stupid bet.

The wager was simple enough; Argentina and Brazil had a friendly match, which as always didn’t held very friendly spirits among fans at all. If Argentina lost the match, Martín would have to add to his numerous collection a tattoo related to Luciano’s homeland. If Brazil lost, then Luciano would have to get a tattoo related to Martín’s.

Brazil had had a last minute defeat, and now Luciano has to honour his word and get a permanent tattoo related to fucking Argentina of all places. As if Martín’s goading after the match weren’t enough.

Martín had given him a few days to think it over, and last night Luciano had finally showed him the design he had chosen. Martín had made a few adjustments, but had approved of it with a smile and the promise to work on it the very next evening.

Luciano closes the flower shop for the day - Dona Délia has started to entrust him with more and more responsibilities as she slowly lets him take charge of the shop, much to Luciano’s pride. He walks the few steps than separate him from the parlour, and stands in front of its door for a moment. He takes a deep breath and goes inside with the reluctant step of a man about to meet his doom.

Julio spares a quick glance from his phone when the door chimes, lets out a little huff and turns back his attention down once he checks it is only Luciano. His manners are better when it comes to clients, but Luciano is no client so he doesn’t bother to greet him.

“Hi, Lu!” Daniel calls for him, waving from his station.

“Hey, Dani,” Luciano waves back, but his attention is soon claimed by Martín when he all but rushes to him and greets him with a sweet kiss.

“Get a room,” Julio grunts.

“Sorry, are we getting close to your bedtime hour, Julito?” Martín snaps back, to which Julio answers with a long string of curses at him.

Daniel joins them with a smile and a backpack hanging on one shoulder. He has even more piercing than when Luciano first meet him, as impossible as that sounds.

“Let’s go?” he nods to Julio.

Julio snaps his mouth shut, and nods eagerly with a blush as he picks his own backpack and trails after Daniel. Luciano raises an eyebrow at Martín.

“Don’t give me that look, Julio wishes,” Martín replies with a roll of his eye.

Right. Luciano looks around, and then turns back to Martín.

“Sebas?”

“Already gone for the day,” Martín answers, and a slow smile spreads across his lips.

Which means they have the parlour to themselves.

Martín makes sure to turn the little “OPEN” sign on the door to “CLOSED”, shuts the door and then guides Luciano to his station. As Martín gets the machine ready, Luciano spares a glance around.

Martín’s station is surprisingly neat and organised. Luciano smiles fondly at the pictures over a cabinet; there are photos of Martín’s family, of Sebas and Dani (pictures old enough in which neither have tattoos nor piercing), but there also are a couple of photos of Luciano and the puppy they adopted no more than an year ago. He gazes towards Martín’s wall, the one covered with more pictures and sketches of tattoos Martín has worked on, a proud display of his work. Two particularly pictured stand from the rest, hanged and framed behind glass side by side while the rest is simple paper pinned to the wall – two identical floral tattoos, one on a dark forearm, the other on a fair ribcage. The sight warms Luciano’s insides, eases back his initial apprehension.

“So,” Martín prods as he slips his latex gloves on with an unnecessary snap. “Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?”

“No sex pun intended, I’m sure,” Luciano rolls his eyes at him.

Martín snorts.

“So, where?” he insists.

As simple answer, Luciano takes his shirt off and lowers the waistband of his pants and underwear dangerously low to exposes his hipbone.

“Here.”

Martín nods in approbation and gets to work. He makes a stencil and places it over Luciano’s hipbone, rubs and presses at it. He removes it, but the drawing remains on Luciano’s skin.

“Go check it out,” he asks.

Luciano stands in front of the full-body mirror resting against the wall, and peers at his reflection.

A little elegant sun stares back at him from his hip. It looks surprisingly nice, Luciano must admit. It s innocuous enough, the sun could mean anything. It could mean Luciano likes hot weathers, or the beach, or summer, which he does. Only Martín would know the true reason behind the tattoo. And Sebastián. And Daniel. And Julio. Oh, and Miguel. Surely Manuel too. Well, basically anyone Martín talks to, but well. It could be worse. Knowing Martín, it could be much muchworse.

Luciano is lucky he is getting away with so little.

“Like it?” Martín asks.

Luciano nods. Martín takes a sit on his stool, gesture Luciano to join him on the tattoo bed. Luciano lays down, crosses his arms behind his head and stares at the ceiling.

“Take a deep breathe,” Martín says as he turns the tattoo machine on in a loud buzz. “And here we go…”

That’s all the warning he gets before he feels the tiny needles breaking into his skin. The initial pain makes him grimace, but after a moment he can relax as his body gets used to it.

“You’re lucky I’m not forcing you to get the actual Sun of May,” Martín comments as he works. “Only because I don’t want a national symbol judging me every time we fuck.”

“Oh, but I do get to have Maradona creepily starting at my ass, uh?” Luciano answers back, raising his head to frown disapprovingly at Martín.

Martín raises the machine gun and gives him a very flat very unimpressed look.

“Do you want me to tattoo the Sun of May on you?” he asks.

Luciano decides it is wiser to shut it – at least while Martín holds the tattoo machine.

Martín continues working in quiet, familiar silence. It is not the first time Luciano is under Martín’s expert hands, and he suspects it won’t be the last either. He lays there, lets Martín work as he stares at the ceiling. To the constant stabbing and buzzing eventually lead him to shut his brain off and zone out.

He is brought back to reality in a little gasp and a full body twitch when Martín’s hand casually cups the front of his pants.

“Hold still,” Martín chides sternly, keeping his focus on his work.

Luciano can’t help to side eye him with a little scepticism - he shoots a glance at the hand innocently resting between his legs, but he ultimately obeys. After all, the many tiny needles are stilling stabbing permanent ink into his flesh. They go back to their still quiet, before Martín’s hand gives the bulge in the front of Luciano’s pants a gentle squeeze and he starts lazily rubbing at it, trailing up and down.

Luciano sighs, and can’t help the cheeky smile spreading on his lips. He closes his eyes as his cock twitches with interest and a familiar warmth blooms in his lower belly. The pleasure and pain, so close in location and so far in the spectrum, mix in a very interesting cocktail he wouldn’t think possible. He grows harder and harder under Martín’s palm, but the buzzing of the tattoo machine reminds him to remain still as Martín continues working on his tattoo.

He acknowledges the elephant in the room by the time his cock is obscenely and unmistakably tenting his pants under Martín’s hand.

“Do you usually treat your clients this way?” he says, trying to go for casual.

“Now that’s some idea,” Martín replies as a twin smile curls his lips. He keep on working, doesn’t bother to look up. “’New service, tattoo with happy ending’. That’d definitely make the parlour more popular.”

Luciano knows Martín is messing with him, and still can’t help the possessive twinge of jealousy stabbing at his side, sharper than the needling on his skin.

“I’m sure Sebastián would love that,” he grumbles back.

“It can be my little secret way to earn juicy tips,” Martín teases.

Luciano does glare at him this time, and Martín has the gall to look up and give him a highly amused smile. He turns the machine off, leaves it on his tattoo trolley and, giving Luciano’s erection one last squeeze, he stands.

Luciano can’t help to raise half of his body on his elbows too peer down.

“You done?” he asks.

“Not quite yet,” Martín answers, takes Luciano by the neck and kisses him.

It has very little finesse, straight to the point – it is wet and open and hot, and Martín pushes his tongue inside Luciano’s mouth to feel what is his favourite piercing Luciano has gotten so far. As they kiss, Martín’s free hand slides inside Luciano’s underwear, pushes the waistband down and lets Luciano’s erection spring free. Martín takes him in his hand, and Luciano groans despite the unfamiliar strange feeling of his latex glove on him. Martín closes his hand around him, and Luciano fucks into it. Pre-cum makes the slide of his cock into Martín’s tight fist smooth and easy, but he is not sure how he feels about the artificial texture of the latex, about the lack of skin contact. He has little time to decide as Martín insistent tugging pushes him closer and closer to orgasm, until Luciano closes his fist around Martín’s arm and comes with a moan in his gloved hand.

Martín gives him one last peck on the lips and pulls away. Luciano lets him go, tries to catch his breath as he watches him walk to one of his cabinets and open a drawer. Luciano gives Martín’s wide handsome back one last appreciative look before remembering the tattoo. He peers down at the finished work, right next to his exposed softening spent cock.

As all of Martín’s works, it’s very nice, with clean elegant dark lines. A delicate reference that will go unnoticed.

Martín is back soon, sits back on his stool with a tissue box and a tube of ointment and bandages. He holds the tissue box up for Luciano, who accepts it with a nod of thanks and cleans the cum off his skin and tucks himself back inside his underwear. Meanwhile, Martín gently rubs the ointment over Luciano’s new tattoo and proceeds to bandage it.

“Remove the bandage after 24 hours,” he recites mechanically, as Luciano has heard him do a hundred times before. “Wash it with cool water and antimicrobial soap, pat-dry it gently and apply a layer of antibacterial ointment twice a day. No tight clothes, no hot showers, no sun for about 2 weeks.”

Luciano has to snort.

“You live with me,” he points out.

“So what? I have to be the one taking care of it?” Martín smirks as he finishes patching him up.

“Well, yes,” Luciano replies. “You’re the expert here, and I’m your boyfriend.”

Martín gives him an inelegant snort. He runs his thumb gently and fondly over the bandage, and gives Luciano one last quick. Luciano catches him by the arm, doesn’t let him get away, and tries to deepen the kiss. Martín indulges in, and only pulls away and stands back when Luciano reaches for his belt. He takes Luciano’s hand in his and entwines their fingers together to raise them to his face and place an apologetic kiss on Luciano’s knuckles with a clear message; not now.

So Luciano lets him go, and Martín slides out of reach with a soft fond smile.

Luciano sits up and puts his shirt back on. He watches Martín move around his working station in a well-practiced routine; he takes off his soiled gloves and throws them away, cleans his station and puts everything away, leaving the space clean and neat for another day of work next morning.

Once he is done, they head out.

“Can’t wait for the rematch,” Luciano comments as Martín closes the parlour’s front door.

Martín hums in agreement. Once the door is locked and secured, he slips the keys inside his pocket and curls his arm around Luciano’s shoulder. He pulls him close and they walk away, back home.

“Maybe I can convince you to get a Messi tattoo next,” Martín says with a dramatic dreamy sigh.

Luciano elbows him.

“You should be the one thinking what to get when Brazil wins next match,” he replies.

“I could get ‘7-1’ as tramp stand…” Martín hums thoughtfully.

“I will dump your stupid ass, Martín,” Luciano threatens darkly.

Martin laughs, tugs him closer and lowers his head to kiss his hair.

“Sure thing, sunshine,” he smiles down at him with a bright happy glint in his eyes.

Luciano doesn’t have it in him to complain; he guesses he has earned the nickname, after all.

#I didn't think I'll ever go back to this AU but here we are ♥#this was very fun :D #brarg #latin hetalia #myfics

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carynnhalen · 3 years

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Club Olympus was one of Carynn’s favorite spots in Gotham to visit. Usually because security was lax and it was easy to sneak in without paying the cover fee. Maxie Zeus was doing another stint in Arkham, and that meant it would be easy to score free drinks. Carynn weaved her way through the crowd of dancing people and headed for the bar, shoving her way between a couple of frat boys who were trying to work up the courage to ask Deadshot for a photo.

The guy behind the bar sent her a nod in greeting. “Sup, Carynn. You workin’?” his name was Nick. She’d met him a few years ago when he worked in a hole in the wall bar Josie’s that was in Hells Kitchen. He was nice enough. He was one of the only guys Carynn knew that still had a mohawk, but he was nice enough.

Carynn scrunched her nose, shaking her head. “Taking the night off,” she shouted over the music. “Needed some peace and quiet.”

Nick laughed, setting two glasses out in front of her. “The usual?” it was a rhetorical question. Nick filled one glass to the brim with whiskey, the top shelf option tonight, and the other filled with a vodka soda. “You stay out of trouble.” he said with a wink, pushing the two glasses towards her.

“Always do! Later, Nick.” she scooped up her drinks, expertly heading back through the crowd and up to a balcony that usually served to be a little more quiet than the rest of the club. She hadn’t really had much of a plan for her night off. Mostly she just needed to blow off some steam. Between Captain America showing up to her apartment, and her phone ringing almost non stop with calls from Bruce, things were getting a little too mysterious and heavy all at once.

Carynn plopped down in a booth, her kicking up her booted feet up onto the table. Taking a generous sip of her vodka soda, she pulled her phone out of her jacket and unlocked the screen. More calls from Bruce. A text from Cel. A few notifications from Dante commenting on her Instagram.

She scrolled through her contacts; Bruce (even though she kept deleting and blocking his number it still seemed to find it’s way back onto her phone), Cel, Dante, Oliver, a few numbers of work contacts...was that it? Carynn sighed, downing the rest of her drink and picking up the glass of whiskey.

“I see you still have no manners.” a voice said in Russian just before Carynn’s feet were shoved off of the table.

Carynn’s frowned, looking up from her phone. “What the fuck do you think you’re-...oh, Christ. It’s you,” she rolled her eyes at the woman that was now sliding into the booth across from her. “Shouldn’t you be off somewhere skinning a puppy or something?”

Isabel Rochev. She was the current owner of Queen Industries and a certified nutjob. She smiled sweetly at Carynn, almost like she was happy to see her. She folded her gloved hands onto the table, leaning towards Carynn with interest. The large rock that had once belonged to Oliver’s mother was almost blinding in the flickering lights above them.

“I’ve missed you too, Carynn.” she said again in Russian, passing a glance over her shoulder quickly before looking back at the red head. “You are hard to find. Not because you’re in hiding, but because you can’t seem to sit still. I almost thought I’d have to forego my little proposition.”

“You could tell me Keanu Reeves is downstairs waiting to use me as a chew toy. I’d still tell you to fuck off, Isabel.” Carynn said, kicking her feet back up onto the table.

Isabel laughed a genuine laugh. Like they were good friends catching up. “Unfortunately, that is not the offer I have for you. My contacts have told me that Oliver is on his way back to Gotham. I was hoping you and I could come to an...agreement. I know you and Oliver are not in the best of places. And I know that for the right price you remove problems.”

Carynn had to admit, this was a first. She’d never really expected anyone to offer her cash to off Oliver. And maybe, if it had been anyone else sitting across from her, she might have considered the job. “If you want him gone you should do it yourself. Nothing says girl boss like killing your sugar daddy’s son...” she frowned, tilting her head. “Was he your sugar daddy? I’ve never really understood your relationship, at least aside from him definitely being married to someone else the entire time...”

Isabel pursed her lips. “Do not patronize me, Carynn. You and I are far more alike than you will ever admit. You know this deep down. I am offering you a solution to both of our problems.”

“I’m nothing like you,” Carynn spat. “And Oliver isn’t my problem anymore. I don’t waste time thinking about him. I have bigger shit to worry about.”

“Well, what are these problems? Perhaps I can help you. We could form a partnership. Take what belongs to us. I have come a long way since I last saw you-” Isabel looked to her right, into the crowd below them. She visibly froze, her eyes set on something.

Carynn leaned forward, trying to follow Isabel’s gaze. She couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. The bar was a little less crowded now. Carynn could spot one of the exit doors nearby. There was someone standing next to it. She couldn’t really make him out. Long, dark hair. A leather jacket. The black mask covering his nose and mouth stood out the most, but in a place like Gotham it was definitely not the craziest thing she’d seen.

Isabel looked over her shoulder once more, nodding quickly. A tall man, who Carynn assumed had to be Isabel’s security, stepped towards them. He looked down into the crowd, surveying the area before speaking into an earpiece. Isabel turned her attention back to Carynn, her smile more nervous now than genuine.

“I must go. Something has come up...please, think of my offer,” she set her clutch on the table, fishing through it before pulling out a business card. “This is where you can reach me. The number is safe, don’t worry. I hope to hear from you soon, Carynn.”

Carynn watched Isabel walk off with her security guard before sinking down further into her seat and groaning. So much for peace and quiet. She picked up the card, rolling her eyes at the idea of taking up Isabel’s offer. Another number to put in my phone, at least, Carynn thought with a sigh.

She tossed back the rest of her drink, slipping her phone and Isabel’s card back into her pocket before sliding out of the booth. Maybe she’d go to another club, maybe she’d head home, she wasn’t sure yet.

Carynn headed downstairs, waving at Nick before slipping out of the same exit that Isabel’s mysterious friend had been standing next to just a few moments before. Carynn didn’t really care who he was to Isabel. Maybe he was some pissed off ex boyfriend, maybe he wanted to kill her. Who could really know? Carynn just didn’t want any part of whatever shit storm Isabel was no doubt stirring up.

The alleyway outside of the club was quiet tonight. Usually there were a few people milling around, someone puking into the dumpster or arguing about what club to hit up next. Maybe it was still too early for that. Or maybe Batman was out patrolling and had spooked them all.

The closer she got to the mouth of the alley, Carynn realized she could hear another heartbeat. It was slow, very quiet. Maybe someone passed out in the trash? That was definitely nothing she hadn’t seen before. She slowed down a little, pulling her phone out to pretend she was busy as she approached the dumpster.

The smell wafting from it nearly smacked her across the face. It wasn’t a bad smell. Completely the opposite. Sort of a smoky yet spicy smell that made her mouth water like in the fall when Pauli’s Diner was serving pumpkin pie. Carynn leaned forward to try and get a look at whoever it was hiding by the dumpster.

Something hit her like freight train.

Carynn had been completely caught off guard. Her back smacked against the brick wall, pain radiating down her spine. Her attacker’s hand was around her throat, the gloved hand making her gurgle as she struggled to breathe. Her vision blurred in and out, but she could just barely make out the man that Isabel had been watching just minutes ago.

“How do you know Isabel? What were you discussing?” more Russian, great. This was very, very, very not good.

His hand was like an iron clamp around her throat. She couldn’t speak even if she wanted to. Carynn reached out, swiping blindly at his face to scratch him.

Mister tall, dark and creepy let her go with an eye roll. Carynn slouched against the wall, coughing. “Talk.” he spat.

He had gotten the upper hand on her once, that much she could admit. That wasn’t something that would happen again. “I don’t know anything,” Carynn snapped back in English. “It’s not like we’re friends. She’s a pain in the ass...! Look, I don’t want any trouble, okay? I don’t really have much info-”

She pulled the knife she had clipped to her belt free and lunged forward. Her mystery man moved quickly, but not quickly enough. The blade pierced through his jacket, grazing his skin.

He grabbed her throat again, slamming Carynn back into the brick wall. She’d been expecting something like that. She grabbed her knife, getting a better grip of it and kicking her feet up against his chest and using all of her weight to shove him away.

Carynn rushed forward, Dark and Emo blocking her physical blows easily. He moved just as quickly as she did. Now that they were both fully alert, it was difficult for either of them to get a good hit in. Carynn noticed that he didn’t guard his left arm as vigorously as his right, and she saw a window of opportunity.

She tried to bury her knife into his left bicep. It ripped through his jacket, but the sound that was almost like nails on a chalkboard made Carynn flinch and jump back from him. The blade of her knife had been almost snapped in half. “What the fuck...” she muttered, tossing the dagger aside.

Her opponent leaned down, pulling a large, tactical knife that was strapped to his boots. He lunged towards her, Carynn throwing her arms up in front of her to block his swing. She kicked down hard at his shin, throwing him slightly off balance as he tossed the knife from one hand to his other, the blade stabbing through her jacket.

Carynn slipped down and around him, jumping onto his back. Her legs wrapped tightly around his wait, she put him into a headlock. Terminator man didn’t seem very panicked, regardless of his airway being cut off. He spun around, slamming Carynn into the wall a few times in an attempt of knocking her off of him.

Her grip around his throat loosened, instead she decided to try and pull his mask off to get a better look at who was trying to attack her. Unfortunately that distraction left her open, and the man sunk his knife into her thigh. Carynn screamed out in pain, her opponent tossing her off of him easily.

She landed on the ground with a thud. She had to move quickly. He was stomping towards her, his hands clenched at his sides. Carynn ripped the knife from her leg with a grunt. This would definitely slow her down. She couldn’t afford to be slow.

Carynn tossed the knife. It was better to keep him from it than having it to defend herself. The Masked Douchebag bent forward to grab her ankle. Carynn kicked at him, but he easily smacked her leg away. He lifted her up, slamming her into the wall. Carynn fell face down, groaning loudly. Get up, get up, get up, she told herself.

The sound of boots stomping towards her made her panic. She reached inside of her bra as the stranger picked her up by her jacket, pulling out the pocket knife she kept there. Before he could throw her again, she plunged the knife into his side. This time it did more damage than ruining his clothes.

He dropped her, grunting in pain and anger. Carynn used the distraction to push herself up off the ground, rushing away towards the dumpster to put distance between them. Her leg gave out from under her, and she fell into a pile of trash bags.

Her opponent pulled the knife from his side, once again tossing it aside and heading straight for Carynn. She scrambled backwards, freezing at the sound of a phone ringing. The two went still, looking at each other as the ringing filled the alley way.

The man reached into his jacket, pulling a flip phone out. “We have spotted the target. Enough of whatever it is you are doing. Get to the bottom of whatever Isabel has planned.” someone said on the other line.

“Yes sir,” the Masked Asshole said. “Send me the address. I will find her.” he closed his phone, his eyes trained on Carynn. And as quickly as the altercation had started, it was suddenly over. He turned, grabbing his knife from the ground and wiping it clean on his pants. Without looking back at her, he strolled off and out of the alley way as if nothing had happened.

Carynn let out a loud, relieved sigh and sank back into the trash bags. “Holy fuck that hurts,” she hissed out, grabbing at her thigh. Her hands were covered in warm, sticky blood. “These are my favorite pants...I’m gonna find you you goddamn bastard!” she shouted after the stranger.

She groaned, pulling out her phone. She would heal eventually, but now there was no way she’d be able to make it home on her own. And taxi drivers didn’t like it so much when you bled all over their seats. She opened up a new message, pinging her location and typing the word help to Dante.

“I fucking hate this city.” she sighed, leaning back to look up at the starry sky above her.

#plot points

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iridescent-hallucinations · 3 years

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A freshly baked love story

December prompt day 7: Baking sweet treats

Summary: JJ and Emily spend a quiet evening in together

Pairing: Jennifer “JJ” Jareau x Emily Prentiss

Word Count: 1755

Read it on AO3

One dreary Thursday evening in December, on a rare day off without the kids, Emily and JJ found themselves enjoying a quiet night in. Both of them had worked a long week, only coming back from a particularly gruelling case the night before. Sandy had offered to keep the boys for an extra night to allow the two agents to recuperate and spend some much needed quality time together.

Deciding on ordering food rather than cooking, the two had spent the last hour eating in silence, engrossed in the latest episode of The Great British Bake Off, a guilty pleasure of theirs. As the episode drew to a close JJ raised her head from its resting place on Emily’s chest and gently sat up, ignoring the quiet aches coming from her worn out muscles. Emily unhooked her arm from behind JJ’s back, giving her room to sit up more fully.

Grumbling at the loss of contact, Emily turned to face JJ - a raised eyebrow questioning why they weren’t still cuddling.

“I have an idea,” JJ began, drawing out the words so they came out as a melody, “let’s try baking some Christmas cookies of our own”. Her eyes lit up at the idea, as she brought her bottom lip between her teeth to bite down gently in anticipation of a response, and despite Emily being less than enthusiastic at the suggestion, who was she to argue with her wife when she looked so damn adorable?

Emily rolled her eyes, but JJ could see the smile tugging at the corner of her lips, threatening to give her away.

"Alright, I suppose we can do that. Do we have all the ingredients?” Emily asked, grabbing her phone off the coffee table. JJ was already half way to the kitchen, clearly more than a little excited.

“Yeah, we should do, it sounds pretty easy... and if it goes well we can decorate them with the boys tomorrow” JJ replied to the other woman over her shoulder, remembering most of the recipe from the show they’d just been watching.

Emily read out the list of ingredients whilst simultaneously pulling out baking trays and mixing bowls.

After messing around in the cupboards, JJ finally stepped back from the counter top, clearly pleased with her efforts.

“There, that’s everything we need” she said, turning round to see where her wife was, eagerly awaiting her assistance.

“Great, you get the dough started, I’ll prep the baking tray” Emily stated, allowing herself to smile brightly at the sight of JJ enthusiastically smashing a bar of cooking chocolate.

Less than 15 minutes later, the two had prepared a pretty decent looking sheet of cookie dough. They didn’t have any cookie cutters to hand, but Emily had a stroke of genius, running into the kitchen with Michael’s Play Doh cutters held proudly above her head.

“We can use these! There’s not a Christmas tree shape, but we could make little cookie people with the silhouette cutters... and there’s a star!” Forgetting her lack of enthusiasm, Emily was clearly very excited, and JJ couldn’t help but laugh at the brunette’s exclamations.

“Great idea babe” JJ replied, beginning to make light work of cutting the shapes into the rolled out dough.

Eventually, on the tray were two cookie women shapes, 2 cookie men shapes - to represent their little family - a scattering of stars, and enough dough to make one or two more shapes.

Emily fumbled around with the little plastic cutters, searching for the right one. JJ watched her with curiosity, unsure as to what her wife intended to do with the remaining dough.

“Aha!” Emily exclaimed, holding the red heart shaped cutter she’d been searching for.

She cut two heart shapes into the dough and placed them alongside the rest of the unbaked cookies that were ready to take their nap in the oven.

“There.” Emily began, closing the oven on their sweet treats. “In about 15 minutes we’re gonna have the best cookies you’ve ever tasted” she stated, matter of factly.

Grinning at the brunette, JJ swayed over to her, wrapping her arms around the older woman’s hips, pulling them flush to her own.

Pressing a sound kiss to Emily’s lips, she couldn’t help it when a soft moan slipped out. Feeling strong arms come to rest at the back of her neck, JJ took a moment to just appreciate where they were. How far they’d come.

Breaking apart, JJ turned to start washing up, leaving a mildly flustered, but thoroughly happy Emily to watch as she walked over to the sink. Unable to help herself, the older woman reached out for her phone, snapping a quick photo of the blonde, who was minding her own business at the sink.

JJ often heard Emily taking photos of her, she didn’t entirely understand why her wife enjoyed taking photos of her in such mundane situations, but it did cause her stomach to clench knowing Emily felt these silly little moments were worth documenting.

Feeling arms snake around her waist, JJ was pulled from her thoughts, grounded in the reality that was Emily’s warmth. As she continued to wash the mixing bowl, the brunette began peppering her neck and shoulders with light, lazy kisses. The sensation was beautiful, totally intoxicating, causing JJ’s head to lull backwards, falling onto Emily’s shoulder and allowing her further access to her neck, collar bones and shoulders.

Washing up forgotten, JJ suddenly longed to look into her wife’s deep brown eyes. Turning in her arms, she sighed contentedly, feeling so safe, so grounded in her lover’s embrace. Leaning in to close the gap between them, JJ gently kissed Emily’s lips, she still, after all these years, couldn’t get over the way her lips tingled when they connected with Emily’s.

The kisses didn’t stop, each woman unable to get enough of the sensations created as they stood, pressed against the sink, making out like horny teenager. Just as the older woman’s arms came to pull JJ’s hips closer, intensifying the kiss, and eliciting a hungry moan from the blonde, a shrill noise startled them.

Leaning back, Emily brushed her nose against JJ’s, letting her eyelids flutter shut so she could compose herself.

“Looks like our cookies are done,” Emily whispered against JJ’s face.

JJ groaned at the loss of contact as Emily peeled herself away to put their Christmas themed oven gloves, the ones that had little reindeers all over them, on.

The oven door opened, immediately allowing the sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies to escape and flood the air of the kitchen. It smelled divine, and both women basked for a moment in their domesticated glory.

Emily gently placed the tray on the kitchen counter, smiling down at their little Christmas creations. The cookie people had sort of warped in the oven, but they had a certain charm to them and Emily knew when Henry and Michael decorated them, they’d look perfect.

The stars had worked really well, each one a beautiful golden brown with five points all totally distinguishable despite their plastic cutters. JJ admired their work with her hands on her hips and her head tilted to the side.

“What d’ya think? They look pretty good to me.” Emily said, tilting her head to match JJ’s.

“I just hope they taste as good as they look... and smell... Em, I know we just ate but they’re making me hungry.” JJ answered, with a pretend frown.

Emily laughed, gently touching a cookie to test the temperature. Once she knew they weren’t going to burn her fingers, she began carefully transferring the various shapes onto the wire cooling wrack, knowing the cookies had to cool completely to set their shapes. Something she learnt from great British Bake Off judge Paul Hollywood.

As she continued to pick up each cookie, taking great care, Emily couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips. It spurred her on, and before she knew it she was in the midst of a giggle fit.

“What’s so funny?” JJ asked, unable to stop herself from catching Emily’s giggles, it was contagious.

“I was just thinking about how it’s good our cookies don’t have soggy bottoms, you know, the judges on the Great British Bake Off judges would be proud of us” she managed between laughs.

“You don’t have a soggy bottom either babe” JJ laughed, enjoying their shared inside joke.

“Neither do you, your bottom is beautiful,” the older woman added, taking a jagged breath to calm her laughter down.

The final cookie was placed next to its siblings on the tray, and the women shared a knowing glance. Emily picked up one of the heart shaped cookies and held it out to her wife.

“Wanna take the first bite?” She offered, moving closer so JJ could take the treat from her hand.

JJ nodded in response, leaning forwards to tentatively bite into the warm cookie, not bothering to remove it from her wife’s hand.

It was still soft in the centre, and JJ moaned out her approval as she stood, chewing on the delicious goodness they’d created together.

“Yeah, they’re good,” she offered with her mouth still full.

Emily took a bite of her own, also making approving noises. She had never really baked before, no one had ever taught her how, but with JJ she was able to do so many things she’d never done before, she was able to grow as a person and live a life she never would have dared to dream of in her younger years.

“Just as I suspected, the best Christmas cookie I’ve ever tried, I can’t wait for the boys to come home so we can decorate them together.” Emily said, with an honest to god smile plastered over her face.

Putting the half eaten cookie down, Emily once again drew JJ into her embrace by pulling her hips towards her own.

“I love you Jayje. So much.”

“I love you too Em, so much.”

They shared a simple kiss. Simple in the way it felt so right, so natural, simple in the way it held promises of forever.

As they separated, Emily reached up to caress JJ’s cheek, watching her blue eyes reflect the depth of their commitment back into her own brown ones.

“I know something that would taste better than cookies right now” Emily said, lowering her voice and waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Slapping her wife’s arm and gasping with feigned disgust, JJ laughed before replying, “well I did say I was getting hungry again...”

#criminal minds #jemily #emily prentiss #Jennifer Jareau #jj x emily #jemily fic #i wrote a thing #amelia's december prompt challenge #day 7 #baking sweet treats #fluff #just two women in love #my fic

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sp00kworm · 4 years

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Butterfly

Pairing: Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull x Female Reader

Warnings: Slasher horror and gore

A/N: This fic is blocked from the tags but please enjoy! Reblogs are always appreciated. Gif is by me.

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His home was lonely. Jesse looked at the clock, his eyes burning with the need to sleep, but his mind racing. It was late. Approaching eleven o’clock. He’d had to work today. His company didn’t run itself, and there was a lot of accounting and management to do outside of his little hobby. Jesse looked away from the clock and stretched his jaw, the bone clicking from where he was cracked around the face with the bat. The bone had healed rather easily, but it hurt from time to time. His face, that was mauled. He wasn’t the stud he used to be. Handsome, a straight jaw and high cheekbones. Cynically, he snorted at the picture on the mantle he had of him and his late wife. Mrs Cromeans clutched at his arm at some high-class party, her red lips spread in a smile to match Jesse’s smirk. The second was him kissing at her cheek as she pushed him away. Sentimental. He was feeling sentimental. He didn’t hate his wife. She was convenient. A life outside of his hobby. Pretty. He didn’t even know she was pregnant. The police informant he had revealed the death report tentatively to him. The unborn child inside her wasn’t old enough to be saved. An accident he never expected to occur. He’d been gone nearly 4 months, and she was pregnant. He didn’t remember a message, but then he tended to let Spann handle such things. He probably ignored it. Jesse stood from his black leather couch and walked to the mantle.

He took the picture in his hand. His face was partially cut off, the camera focused on his wife and her smile. Jesse looked at it before he leaned over and threw it on the fire. The glass shattered with the force of hitting the logs and the frame quickly burst into flames, black paint peeling off the wood as it crackled and snapped. The photos disappeared into curling pieces of charcoal and he watched the frame burn with a certain amount of upset. Sentiment, he reminded himself, as he pushed himself away from the mantlepiece and touched the tattoo on his chest. The shaded skull stared back at him with hollow eyes. It was a reminder of the urges he had. With a sigh, he touched at his arms and traced the patterns of screaming, swirling ghouls all the way down to his wrist before daring to stand up a little bit straighter. He reached for the laptop of his coffee table and opened a chat window with Spann. It took a moment for the secure connection to open properly.

Spann’s face appeared in the bottom corner, her tired eyes looking at him through the camera. She was still sat in the office, but she gave him a smile, “What can I do for you, Sir?” She asked as she shuffled the paperwork away.

Jesse made sure his face was out of frame, ‘Make sure there is a clean-up crew on standby.’

Spann peered at the text, “Of course, Sir. Where are you heading out to?” She asked curiously as her fingers whipped across the keyboard lightning fast, “You’ve been in Hollywood for a while now, have you finally taken a fancy to someone? You’ve not been as active as you once were.” She smiled, sickly sweet and twisted, just like she always did.

‘Just have the crew ready. I will text if I find something.’

“Of course. Have fun, Sir.” Spann nodded and he closed the chat window before disconnecting from all the rerouting services and opening the internet to have a look for a bar that suited his fancy. Something exclusive so he didn’t have to sit and be gawked at by people that could well lose their eyes. His good eye roved the names of bars before he spotted a club. He recognised the name. A mob boss run thing, he was sure, but it would mean he didn’t get stared at with a knife on his hip underneath his jacket. Perfect. Jesse snapped his laptop closed and headed upstairs for a shower and to get appropriately dressed up.

The hot water eased his sore back, but it hurt on the sensitive skin of his face. He covered his face with a hand to his forehead as he washed the smell and aches from himself. The soap was sensitive, and he carefully washed his face, making sure to get around his eyes, to avoid any form of gunky infections. Those had been hell when he was laid in the hospital bed recovering. Still, a great deal of more work on his face this past year had made him far more recognisable, but it wasn’t the same. He was still scarred and twisted, his nose looking rather out of place. He ran a finger over the rougher skin, where the scaring was worst, tracing back over his forehead from his eyebrow. They had managed to graft new muscle and replace areas that were damaged. He felt more human now, but nothing would ever replace how he used to appear. Still, Jesse had paid good money for his better face, and he would be damned if he didn’t use it a little. He turned off the shower and dripped in the wet room for a moment before he wrapped a towel around his waist and pulled his razor out to sheer the hair from his head. It was therapeutic. Jesse leaned over the water to catch the hair on the back of his head before he held his jaw and angled the mirror to check his face. Nothing grew anymore, but that didn’t stop him checking.

He turned the mirror to his face and stroked the newly constructed nose. It had been four months of healing this time around. Plastic surgery galore. He’d had mountains of work since his run in with Princess’ little friend. He almost resembled a person. Still, he was scarred, and his eyebrows no longer grew hair along with his jaw. He was still blind in one eye, the brown eye cloudy. Jesse plucked his eyepatch from the shelf and replaced it before brushing his perfect teeth. He had paid too much money for most of himself to neglect it. He towelled himself off and walked from the bathroom to his room, stark naked, stretching his back before he plucked out his designer black shirt, trousers, and jacket. Once he was dressed, he pulled on his oxfords and pulled his case from underneath the floorboards. Jesse undid the latches and peered inside. The chrome skull stared back at him, along with the polished knives he used to remove pieces of his victims. The box of gloves sat nestled in the top corner but he didn’t put any on for the time being, letting his tattooed hands breathe. He pushed his fists together and looked at the two words. The words ‘FEAR’ and ‘PAIN’ looked back at him. With a final adjustment of his cufflinks, he took his wallet from the nightstand and left his house, activating the alarm and locking the door before he opened his Chrysler 300 and slid into the roomy interior. The engine roared to life before he pulled away from the drive. Jesse rolled down the tinted window before he pushed his middle finger out of it, flagging the neighbours who glared at him from their windows.

The bar was half of a club with the back for exclusive clients, which ranged from those involved in mob work, to celebrities. Jesse tugged at the breast of his jacket as he let the eager doorman take his car around the back. He stopped him with a finger in the air and he unlocked his phone and typed into the speech app.

‘Open the trunk or my glovebox and I’ll have your fingers, bellboy.’

“Yes, Sir.” He swallowed as he climbed into the Chrysler, pulling it away smoothly into the back of the club. Jesse looked around, his silver mask shining in the gaudy lighting. The mob knew him. He was the one who moved the weapons through his shelter companies. He took care of some of their business, butchering people like pigs for them when they took his fancy, and in, exchange, they let him have his pick of their girls for his games. He stepped through the door and a bouncer waved at him from the curtain separating the areas. The bar went around both sides, but no one could see through the curtains. Jesse walked through the bar, passing a group of women in lingerie as the bouncer let him through the other side.

“Good to see you again.” He grunted, looking up at the man as he drew out his phone.

‘Did you miss me?’ Jesse snarked through the automatic voice.

“You’re hardly any trouble.” He tipped his head towards a booth, “Make yourself at home.”

Jesse walked past him and headed for his table, pulling the curtains back before he placed his briefcase down and slid inside, sighing with the low lighting. He relaxed back against the cushions and reached for the mask over his face. With a hum, he pushed his thumbs into the mild adhesive and plucked the piece of chrome free with a twist underneath his chin in order to apply a new layer.

It was quiet at this side of the bar, the curtains blocking out a lot of the noise and the people that he didn’t want to look at. Exclusive. Jesse ran his fingers over the leather of the couch and hummed at the quality before he tucked his case beside him. The knife strapped beneath his jacket wasn’t going to cause any problems here. Jesse pulled the case around and listened as the curtains rustled beside him. He was used to this. The silver skull turned to face the red fabric and Jesse lounged back on his seat as it parted to reveal the curious face of the bartender. He smiled behind his mask at the professional wear, a shirt and bowtie on. His eyes roved lower behind the black material over his eyes, looking at the short skirt attached. Perfect. He greedily took in the sight, laid back against the cushioning, and slid his phone from his pocket.

You nervously parted the curtains of the exclusive booth and poked your head inside. Great, you thought as you slid the notebook from your pocket, holding your pen in your hand as you tried not to stare at the silver mask leering ominously back at you. His head dipped to look at your legs, admiring the view.

“What can I get you, Sir.” You asked, pen poised to write on the paper, “Any food or are you just drinking?”

The man in the mask didn’t respond, but his fingers whizzed across the keyboard of the phone, typing out something across the screen. He turned the screen to show you the words, ‘Drink. A bottle of bourbon. The one at six hundred.’

“Okay. Do you want a glass and ice?” You asked carefully, watching as he tilted his masked face.

His fingers clicked rapidly across the keyboard again, ‘Two ice cubes. Crystal tumbler.’

You had his sort before, “Of course, Sir.” You ducked back out and replaced the curtains before you headed back towards the bar to grab the expensive, six-hundred-dollar bottle of bourbon whiskey.

Jesse watched you through a small parting in the curtain, eyes following your backside as you returned to your colleague at the bar. He made sure to drop the curtain back into place as you turned from the bar and headed back towards him.

“Your drink, and your glass.” You placed the bottle and the tumbler down in front of the chrome-faced man and watched his tattooed fingers twitch against the leather as he leaned over to inspect what you had brought him.

Lazily, he took hold of the bottle neck, and peered at the label before he nodded and typed rapidly on the phone again, ‘Thanks. Run along, Piggy.’

You nodded and left his booth alone, catching a glimpse of tattooed hands pouring a drink as the red curtain closed behind you.

“Rude asshole.” You muttered under your breath as you headed back towards the bar, where you were needed on the other side, with the normal clientele of the bar. They were perhaps worse than the questionable celebrities and mobsters of the exclusive side, but you could cope with serving the sex workers and incredibly drunk men.

Joe gave you a look of concern as you came back through the curtain. He was an old man and had worked at the bar since he was young. He knew the sorts that tended to frequent the establishment. He leaned over towards you as you threw some glasses in the box for cleaning.

“Don’t fuck with that one.” He whispered, “The Boss doesn’t like him here, but he puts up with it. Rumour is he’s a bit of a knife for hire. Tends to get those jobs that required someone gutting for a video.” Joe scowled and rubbed at his moustache, “Stay far away and keep him happy with drinks.”

“Thanks, Joe.” You uttered before you served a beer, “What’s with the mask?”

Joe shook his head, “Best not to ask.” He then left you alone as you pulled pints of beer for a group. It wasn’t long before you swapped again into the back, smiling as you peered at the booths. You frowned as the curtain to the stranger’s flickered and he waved his hand before he curled his finger towards himself and pushed the phone through.

“Come here.” The automated voice called ominously, and you took a deep breath before you opened the bar door and headed towards the booth again, your notepad in hand. You parted the curtain and smiled at the mysterious man.

What you saw shocked you a little. He’d taken the mask off, revealing his scarred face to you. You tried not to stare, you really did. Awkwardly, you maintained the smile as he stared up at you, brown eyes dark as though he was daring you to say a word. One was covered with an eyepatch.

The phone clicked away before the screen was presented, ‘Entertain me.’ The voice was absent this time.

You read the words and frowned, “I can offer you a food menu or a different drink, Sir.” You replied quietly, dreading the next words that were going to come out of his mouth, “Unfortunately we don’t have any live music…and other options are not in my job description.”

Tattooed fingers curled against the leather before he grinned, exposing, bright, white teeth in a vicious smile. His chest jumped before he gave out a breathy, long chuckle. He curled his finger again for you to properly step into the booth.

He typed on the phone again before holding it up for you to see, ‘I don’t want you to suck my cock. Sit. Talk.’

Suddenly, you felt a little bit stupid, “Talk? What about?” You were still suspicious of the man.

‘Your boss. He owes me something. I want to know more.’ He turned the phone back to himself and typed again, ‘Ever mention ChromeSkull?’

Suddenly, you realised who he was. The personalised plates out the back of the bar, and the chromed mask in his lap. This was a dangerous man. Still, he was very capable of ending you now, with no one there to see.

“He doesn’t talk about business in the bar.” You swallowed nervously, “He only said he hoped he never saw your face in here again.” Your gut dropped as you realised either way, you might die.

‘Thanks, sweet thing.’ He typed and showed you before continuing, ‘Call me Jesse.’ You watched his face smile again and suddenly you realised that once he was very handsome. It looked like acid or chemical burn scarring. The mob liked to disfigure people as pay back sometimes, but you had an inkling his weren’t inflicted by the mafia.

‘What’s your name?’ He pushed the screen before your eyes as his fingers danced over the leather.

You cleared your throat and told him, “So are you here for payback?”

‘Something like that.’ He replied on screen, ‘Better company this time.’

Flattering but you still wanted out of the conversation. There wasn’t an opportunity to, however, because as you stood up to straighten yourself out, your boss walked into the booth.

Judgemental eyes roved you up and down, spotting you playing with your skirt. Jesse was quick to turn and replaced his mask, before your boss could see, the medical adhesive painted along the seams and the area of his nose. He turned back to look at Antony, the owner, with the haunting black eyes of the chrome skull mask peering through him.

“Making yourself at home with my staff?” Antony shot as he pulled a cigarette from between his lips, his face twisted with a glare, “Pretty sure you’re not welcome here anymore.” He dragged a hand through his slicked back, brown hair and snarled viciously before he returned the cigarette to his lips for another nervous drag.

Jesse’s mask tilted before he pointed a finger through the curtains and let the automated voice speak for him, “Justin had no issue letting me in, Antony.” He continued, “Plus, you owe me.”

“If this is about that fucking weapons crate again. I swear to God I didn’t know it was rigged to blow.” He dragged on his cigarette again.

“You lost me a factory, Antony.” The automatic voice droned hauntingly, “And I still haven’t had the compensation.”

“You’ll get your money, shit face.” Antony’s hand twitched for his jacket.

You panicked as Antony took a seat across from Jesse, his fingers steepled under his chin. It was tense, and you began to panic as Jesse loomed over in the man’s personal space. He was a giant, solid wall of power, and you instinctively took a step back.

Antony clicked at you, “Drinks. Pour them. One for our guest here too.” You nodded and dashed for another glass for Antony before shakily taking the bottle in your hand and pouring both of them shots.

Jesse ignored the drink as he took his silver briefcase and slammed it on top of the table. The wood shuddered under the force of the blow and you jumped as he snapped open the clips.

“Put your fucking knives away, Cromeans.” Antony scoffed.

Jesse slid his first, sharp hunting knife free from his hip and you swallowed as he took a camera from the case. The device had a stand that clipped to his shoulder and he snapped the little tripod on before tapping the top. A red light blinked on. Recording.

“Oh, so you’ve come for something to play with?” Antony laughed, “There’s a toy stood right next to you. Be my fucking guest!” He exclaimed.

You gave a squeak as Jesse’s large hands grappled you by the waist, dragging you into his lap, your legs pinned between his own as he breathed down your neck. He trapped you as he reached for the box of black nitriles in his case. Methodically, he peeled one free at a time and tugged them over the black tattoos covering his hands. The black nitrile traced the edge of one knife before he span it once, twice, and then placed the edge of the blade against your neck. Your breath caught in your throat at the cold press of metal against your soft skin. His other hand trailed over the skin, his hot breath tickling your ear before he swiped the knife up and dragged the sharp side through your hair. You listened to him inhale before, tauntingly, he made a kissing noise next to your ear. The blade was replaced against your throat as he typed on the phone once more.

“I catch my own fish.” The voice droned before Jesse shook the phone teasingly in front of you, showing you the text he had typed out, ‘Though I don’t think I want to play with you, piggy. You’re too much of a deer.’

Antony scowled, “What the fuck does that mean…” He howled in agony as Jesse flicked the blade around again and slammed it through his hand. The fingers twitched before he drew his other knife and sliced the appendages free, pinning you in place with his legs as he watched blood spurt over the wood.

Shock. You felt your heart burn as you wiggled backwards, closer to the killer’s chest before he peeled you free from his lap and dropped you back into the booth. Gruffly, Jesse slammed his bloodied hand over Antony’s mouth.

‘This piggy should have stayed home.’ His phone droned, again and again as the giant stood up, touching the tip of the hunting knife as he admired the shine of blood over the cold steel. With another flourish, he turned the saw half downwards and wrestled Antony over the wood, pinning him with a slam of his head before he dragged the saw downwards and watched skin and muscle part. He paused when Antony passed out and left the knife embedded in the man’s wrist as he looked back at you.

‘Look away.’ He typed with his clean hand. You did as you were asked, fear making you want to cry. He sawed the hand free and looked at the hand left, pinned to the table before he pealed his gloves free and brushed the bottom of your chin.

“Look alive, sunshine.” The voice chittered, “Get moving.” It continued.

You opened your eyes and Jesse was quick to turn you away from the mess over the table.

“Up. Walk. Back exit.” The phone said. With a shuddering sigh, you got up. Jesse’s mask tilted before he offered his arm. You hooked your arm through his and almost cried as he shut the curtains and blocked you from the view of the other bar staff with his towering figure. His video was still recording.

“Why did you…” You were cut off by a sharp grip.

Jesse didn’t speak until you were both outside, his keys in one hand, snatched from the storage and his phone held up to you in the other, “I taught them a lesson. They don’t fuck with me and get away with it.” He offered before he dragged you over to his car. You looked at the custom plates and the expensive brand. He laid his briefcase on the bonnet and sighed as he peeled free the chrome covered mask. Beneath was the same as before, heavily operated on with taught skin. A few scars were deep and heavy. His eye that was previously covered with an eyepatch was open, revealing itself as almost blind, the brown iris milky and covered. Still, he wasn’t a monster, just disfigured and evidently, through all the surgery, unhappy about what had occurred.

“Staring is rude.” The phone whirred, “Should be staring elsewhere, sugar tits.”

You felt yourself go red, “You just killed a man! You don’t have any right to flirt with me after you just made me an accessory to murder!” You flew off the handle, “And now you’re taking me out back to end me too!”

Jesse grinned, white teeth clenched together dangerously as his knife curled and span idly, looking you up and down. He held up the phone nonchalantly, “No I’m not. I’m taking you home.”

“You…You’re joking.” You took a step backwards only for him to grab you once again, breathing in the smell of your hair as his knife traced down your chest. With a flick of his wrist he popped a button off your shirt.

His phone appeared in front of you again, ‘Home address.’

You swallowed and repeated your address for him quietly. He hummed behind you, the knife disappearing before he turned you to face him. His face dipped down to meet yours as he laid a single kiss over your lips.

‘Let’s go for a ride, baby.’

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yami-writes · 4 years

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Autumn Leaves

(🏷️) paring(s): Todoroki x reader (🔮) summary: Class 1-A’s Halloween day, how exciting! (⚠️) warning(s): just sum fluff (🔖) word count: 2.1k (💌) note from Yami: ending off our Seasonal Love Event with somewhat of a bang ;)

Season: Autumn/Fall words: Halloween, Harvested, Cobweb

A gust feathered atop your hair, making it dance in the breeze. You moved your small bag to your left hand to use your right index finger to remove a small strand of hair from your face. You took a quick look around you, admiring the scenery. It looks quite lovely outside. The sky looked as if it was raining leaves of all autumn colours. Yellow, orange, red, brown… it all looked so pleasing. You could practically smell the sweet sap in the oak trees, ready to be harvested. While the breath-taking view in front of you was georges, something- no, someone even better was walking right beside you. You looked up at him, being greeted once again by his seemingly perfect appearance. His red and white hair mashed together as the wind trickled through it, creating a non-symmetrical pattern that was surprisingly pleasing to the eye. His heteomocratic eyes seemed to be admiring the view in front of him as well, as they glicinded with a slight tint of the autumn leaves dancing in the wind. He seemed to be just as mesmerized by the sight as you were.

‘God- why does he have to be so kissable?’

The two of you continued walking, soon to be met with your destination. You both crossed onto a street the two of you knew all too well and, before you knew it, you were in front of a tall building you’ve been living in for the past 3 years, this year surprisingly being your last. The building full of memories to be remembered forever. The classmates you trained with, and will become pro heroes with, Heights Alliance. You excitedly skipped in, your boyfriend following close behind

“Careful, y/n. Remember your carrying a bag.” he warned, closing the door behind him. “It's fine! I won't break the pumpkins, have some trust in me, Shouto!” you replied, carefully setting the delicate bag on a table. “That's not what i meant, i just don't want you to break them-”

“says the guy he almost didn't even let me hold the bag in the first place” it took you almost 10 minutes to convince him to hold the bag and even after, you felt his missed-matched eyes glance at you every now and then

“Whatever. lets just go do this before you get the chance to destroy one.” “hey!!” Before you were able to contest, you felt his lips line up beautifly with yours.

Admittedly, this was his sweet way of shutting you up, an overpowered weapon used too often.

The two of you went up to your dorm and prepared for an event class A’s been planning for what seemed like months. Halloween day! Not the most creative name, sure, but the name wasn't the important part. It consisted of a Jack O'Lantern contest before taking a quick trip to an Amusement park. Simple, yes, but you were looking forward to it non the less.

“How do we do this?” Your boyfriend asked, as he placed a small, bright pumpkin on the floor in front of him. You reached into your bag and grabbed a small knife you had bought. You then got out your phone and opened a screenshot you had taken of the steps on how to make a jack o lantern “okay, first step is to scrape out the insides of the pumpkin” you read out, as you handed him a knife. You placed your phone down beside you and started slicing around the stem of the pumpkin, and surely enough, todoroki followed your lead.

Not before long, the room filled with the sweet scent of pumpkin. As if the two of you were baking a pie and just took it out of a steamy oven. You finished slicing the top of your soon to be Jack o’lantern and picked the top off by the stem, chunks of pumpkin coming out along with it. “Oh….” your boyfriend mumbled upon seeing the overwhelming amount of pumpkin coming out “don't worry, just take them off and place them in the bag” you dragged the plastic bag you had been using to carry your stuff beside the two of you before using your knife to cut and rip off the access pumpkin. “Here, do the same to yours” you said, picking up a pair of gloves you had previously put to the side.

The two of you continued scraping out the insides of your pumpkins. It had been about 10 minutes but you finally scooped out your final piece and placed it in the bag with the rest “done!” you exclaimed, wiping a drop of sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. You could hear classmates downstairs already debating who was going to have the best jack o’lantern, with a few mentions of the haunted house trip. It was clear they were excited. You glanced over at your boyfriend’s pumpkin. Empty. “I was waiting for you to finish yours.” he said, his usual stoic expression on his face, impossible to read. Not even his eyes would give any hints this time. “Why? You could’ve asked me for the next step! My phone is right there!” you pointed towards your phone, it being right in front the two of you, facing upwards and unlocked. “I wanted to do this with you…” you couldn't help but hold back a giggle at his cute answer, but it was no surprise, considering its the most used reason he has for anything.

You picked up your phone and looked for the next step, “okay, now we need to choose our design” you searched through your gallery for some pictures you had previously saved as inspiration. “Ah here they are! Look!” you nudged you boyfriend, somehow catching more of his attention. You slowly scrolled through the photos, all of them being amazingly good. The orange glow coming from inside of the jack O’lantern, lighting up the bitch black atmosphere. For some of them, you could partly see the candle on the inside, lighting up the picture even more. There were bats, faces, ghosts, words, and everything in between.

It felt like the two of you were scrolling for a while before you came to the end of the photos of inspiration you saved. “Oh, I have an idea!” you said, putting your phone down where it was before “i'm gonna make a cobweb!” your boyfriend looked down at you, looking slightly confused “i didn't see any cobwebs, y/n,” he said. You only now remember who you're doing this with. He’s never celebrated any holidays, let alone participated in Halloween activities, now it's your job to teach and help him enjoy himself. “You don't have to do one of the jack o’lanterns I showed you, those were just for inspiration! You can do whatever you like! Just try to make it Halloween themed.” you watched as the gears turned in his head, despite seeing so many examples he could just copy from, considering he’s so new to this.

“Can i do a cobweb too?” his heterochromatic eyes met yours in an instant, matched with his usual unreadable expression, but you can usually tell when he’s joking.

“Why a cobweb? Did I not show you enough examples to choose from? I can find more-”

“no. i wanna do what you're doing. i already told you this, y/n.” you laughed at his somewhat child-like answer, but there's no denying his answer made your heart flutter. “Okay okay! We can do the cobweb design together!” you watched as todoroki’s usual stoic expression disappeared and was replaced by a sweet smile, something you wished you got to see more often, no matter how many times you've seen it. You did a quick search for cobweb reference, placing your phone back down when you found a simple one to copy from. “Okay, now use this to draw out that shape in your pumpkin.” you handed todoroki a black sharpie before taking out your own, already beginning to start drawing on your own pumpkin.

The next 30 minutes went by in a blur, filled with silence to the point of being able to hear each other's heartbeat, creating a soothing melody able to lull anybody to sleep. You finished up the last details of your pumpkin before snapping out of what seems to be a dream fuelled by concentration. “Does this look good, y/n?” your boyfriend asks, seemingly in desperate need of your validation. You look over at Todoroki’s pumpkin, only to be met with a masterpiece. His pumpkin looked incredibly similar to the photo and would definitely make a very pleasing jack O’lantern. You stared at the pumpkin in awe, ‘how is he so good at everything?’

“y/n?” your boyfriend gave you a gentile shake, bringing your attention back to his slightly saddened features “does it really look that bad? I thought it was okay...”

“w-wait no! It looks really good! I just didn't think it would be that good, ‘cause, you know, this is your first time,” every word that came out of your mouth sounded like you mashed it all into a single one, making it slightly difficult to understand, but your boyfriend understood very well.

He let out a small chuckle, something you were not mentally prepared for, before looking back down at his pumpkin “thank you, y/n.”

You swear your heart skipped more than a single beat, in fact your entire pulse was gone a second. ‘He-he’s so perfect…’

You grabbed a pack of candles from beside you, ripping open and allowing all the small candles inside to fall to the floor. “I don't think we got any matches,” your boyfriend reminds upon seeing the candles that would need to be lit. “We don't need them, we have you.” you replied, taking out two candles and holding them in front of him with pleading eyes, he couldn't refuse. You watched carefully as he set his index finger ablaze, lighting the two candles in your hand. The flames fluttered, causing the lighting around you to flutter along with it. You placed both the candles inside your pumpkins, now the two of you had your Jack O’lanterns.

You got up to turn off the lights, wanting to get the full Jack O’lantern experience. Your room went dark, black even. The Jack O’lanterns glowed, tinting the area around them a bright orange, just like the flames burning inside. Quite the beautiful sight to see. You heard your phone vibrate before the screen turned on with a message. You picked up your phone, the bright screen slightly blinding you;

⚡denki⚡: “hey y/n! Come down now! Were gonna see who has the best Jack O'Lantern!!”

You put your phone in your pocket before picking up your newly made Jack’ O lantern “it's time to judge the other Jack O’ Lanterns now, lets go!” Todoroki got up from the floor, taking his Jack O’ Lantern with him and the two of you made your way down.

“Ah, y/n! Todoroki! Come put your Jack O’Lanterns over here!” Mina joyfully gestured to a table that had been previously set up, everyone else's Jack O’Lanterns sitting on top. You and Todoroki placed your Jack O’Lanterns on the table “okay, now c’mon! We're gonna go to the amusement park now! Don't be slow!!” Mina skipped out the door and you followed close behind.

Half the class was already waiting outside.

The next 3 hours went by~ you and the rest of class A enjoying your time. You dragged your boyfriend across the park, making stops at the rides, food stalls, and finally, the Halloween Haunted house. The wait was long, almost 30 minutes. It was cold, the Autumn breezes coming often. Todoroki used his quirk to keep you warm while you wait, allowing you to borrow his sweater since he didn't need it. He kept his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

He “protected” you from the feared attractions in the Haunted house, as you were hiding behind him as you hear the screams of everyone in front of you. Lights flickered and noises were loud, but after about 10 minutes of walking, you met the end of the haunted house. The winds outside were even more violent than before, yet your boyfriend's sweater battled it off.

You and the rest of class gathered around a big tree behind the Amusement Park. you were able to see everything. The festival lights illuminated the sky, bright yellow, red and orange lights spread everywhere. You lean your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, drowsiness starting to consume you. You could hear Uraraka and Mina’s loud conversation about the Haunted House, pointing out the scariest part of it.

You made yourself comfy underneath your boyfriend’s arm, feeling the warmth emit from his left side. Before he knew it, you had fallen asleep by his side. He pulled you closer, resting his head on yours

“Thank you, y/n...Happy Halloween.”

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gingerale2017 · 3 years

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𝟚| 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

Two years later.

Kai didn't feel like doing anything today. He felt like covering his head with his pillow and going back to sleep. But today was December 21st and a Saturday, which meant that the Blackburns were coming over. Every Saturday of every week of every month, they come over to smooth out the relationship between Blackburn Industries and Commonwealth Products, which were run by Levana Blackburn and his very own father.

Groaning, he lifted himself off the nice and comfy bed; at the same time, his phone vibrated. He grabbed it and flinched when he saw who the message was from.

Selene Blackburn (20 sec ago)

You coming today? Or r u gonna skip? Tell me bc I don't feel like going today?

He stared at the phone stupidly and probably smiled a bit too. He had a crush ever since they met two years ago when she claimed to have survived the fire. Once she turned 18, she would take full control of the company as a legal adult.

Kai (sent 4 sec ago)

Yep, I have to, or your aunt will kill me.

Selene (read)

Selene (just now)

Aww, shucks, now I have to go.

Kai (just now)

Sorry :)

Selene (just now)

Gtg, I have to get ready and wear a dress :(((

Kai (delivered just now)

Happy birthday 🎉

Well, Selene didn't see the last message, and she tends to forget that she has a phone from time to time. She's going to think that Kai doesn't remember her birthday. Of course, he remembers. She is turning 16 today, and Kai had a special cake made for her. It was made of chocolate covered with more chocolate and topped with chocolate. Selene loved chocolate.

A knock came from the bedroom door, "Mr. Pierce, the governor, would like to talk to you." Nainsi's sweet voice rang through the door, and Kai groaned some more. Ever since his father got sick, he had been asking to meet up with Kai even more. It was mostly depressing things, like 'Ever since you were a young boy...' and 'I hope that I get to see you become...' it got on Kai's nerves.

"Yep, I'm coming, "

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"Mr. Pierce, the Blackburns have arrived." Nainsi pushed the glasses up her freckled nose. She had black hair with a few gray strands with a heart-shaped face, and dark brown eyes. She looked a lot younger than people would normally guess.

"Wheres Torin?" Kai looked around for his father's advisor.

"He couldn't make it, so I took his place." Nainsi was his father's secretary for as long as Kai could remember. She was close to his mother, and he considered her as his aunt. She was there for him when his mother died in that accident so many years ago.

"Okay. And my father?"

"Too sick again."

"So just me." She nodded.

"Great." Kai stepped outside of the large building he called home and greeted the Blackburns. The first one to step out of the car was Levana. The Blackburns we're famous for their power, which is that they could mind-controlling anyone to anything. It was kind of frightening. Levana opened her arms like she expected Kai to hug her. He stayed put.

"My dear Kaito, how lovely it is to see you again. How is your father?"

"Better, thank you." He looked behind her and tried to peek inside the car, but then Sybil and Aimery popped out.

"Ms. Mira, Mr. Park, nice to see you again."

"The pleasure is ours, Mr. Pierce." Then the girl he'd been waiting for claimed out of the car, wearing long black boots, as usual, and a long silky dress that almost reached her feet. And gloves, always gloves. She smirked at him, and Kai could feel himself grow red at the sight of her.

"Kaito"

"Selene." The two stared at each other until Nainsi cleared her throat and stepped in.

"Why don't we all go inside. We have a special dish prepared for today-"

"I wonder why," Levana said, cutting Nainsi off. Then she trotted past Kai gracefully, and her minions followed her. Kai met up with Selene and smiled at her.

"Hey," Kai said, and Selene looked at him.

"What's up, dork," she grinned and playfully punched him.

"Oh, not much, except my father keeps on acting like he's going to die and tells me depressing things daily."

"You said that last week!"

"Well, now you can see how my life will never change."

"M'kay."

Kai leaned in towards her ear, " Happy Birthday."

"Oh, my stars. I forgot, " she snorted and dug her head in Kai's shoulder, "I forgot my birthday!"

They both began to laugh uncontrollably until Nainsi gave them the death stare, and they tried to stop.

"Did you see that theory of Cinders and Captain Thorn might be dating?"

"Yeah, that's a load of bullshit. All the photos were photoshopped."

"How do you know?"

"They look fake in all of the pictures. And Cinders turned down the rumors herself." Selene looked convinced that when she said this and matched on through the halls. Kai caught up with her.

"Okay, but in real life, the Captain is always flirting with her. That could stand for something."

Seven rolled her eyes, "Since when does Kai Pierce believe in rumors. There are about a million of them circling you!"

"And a million more regarding anything to do with the heroes of New Beijing." Kai looked down at his best friend that he was secretly in love with. A piece of her hair fell out of her updo and into her face. Kai swiped it away, and Selene looked at him with wide brown eyes. Eyes that he fantasized looking at while he leaned in and pressed his lips on hers-

"Hey, are you okay?" Kai snapped out of his faze and blinked.

"Ye-yeah yeah, yes, I'm fine." She blushed and looked away.

"So, you want to steal some food from the kitchens?" Selene looked back at him, but almost as if she was hesitant.

"Absolutely."

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years

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WIP Wednesday: Whumptober Previews, Take 2

I still have a few more to go, but I am in the final stretch for writing my @whumptober2020 pieces! I already posted one preview of what I have so far (you can see Days 1-12 here), so here are previews for the rest of what I have written - and sneak peeks at what’s planned out but not written yet!

Whumptober starts tomorrow - we’ll see how you feel about my work this go-round! Last year, Whumptober Day 1 introduced Daniel Michaelson. This year... it starts with Danny, too.

Day 13:

“Vanni, they thought he was you.”

“I know, Ridley!” Rossi never snapped at Ridley, but here it was, and Connor forced in a hitching, shaky inhale around the tremendous, inescapable weight pressing down on him, determined to keep breathing long enough to understand. “I know they did.”

“And they fucking poisoned him and then dumped him to fucking die-”

“I know!” The two men went silent for a second, Ridley staring with shock at Rossi and Rossi glaring furious towards the window without looking back. Connor’s breath, rattling in his struggling lungs, was the only sound in the room.

Day 14:

Peter glanced over his shoulder, back towards the house. The thermometer had climbed a little more, reading 98.5 degrees Farenheit now, and Peter blinked as he shivered again, swallowing without any saliva. His mouth felt dry, and strange. Why was he shivering - how did he have goosebumps - if it was almost one hundred degrees?

As if he’d heard Peter’s thoughts, the side door opened and Micheal came out, wearing his weekend outfit of slim black slacks and a pale heathered gray t-shirt, what Madam allowed him to wear. He was carrying a glass of water with ice and a little striped straw stuck in the top. The black shock collar he was never allowed to remove - not yet, Madam said, not until Micheal learned how to be silent without needing encouragement, to her satisfaction - cut a wide band across his neck, the black box small and nearly perfectly blended in at the back.

“Peter,” He said in a low voice - not quite a whisper, but just as quiet. “I brought you a drink, I-” He looked up, squinting towards the sky. “It’s hot. Should you be out here?”

Day 15:

He drops back to the ground, groaning, eyes fluttering open and shut, before he reaches out to grip onto Ora’s arm again. He turns to look at them, and his eyes are glowing so brightly he can see the reflected light on Ora’s face, the flicker of yellow against their irises. There are things that move beneath the light in Ryan Michaelson’s eyes, and he no longer feels them pushed back under the surface of his skin.

“I’m so fucking hungry,” He whispers, and his fingernails dig into Ora’s arm until they begin to bleed and whimper, but they don’t - can’t - pull away. Not until he lets them.

They will be lost in his eyes until he decides to let them go.

Day 16:

Count to ten, Tris! One… two...

Her voice is so loud he jumps, but when he looks to the left, nothing’s there. Just the white walls, plain and featureless, white tiles that were smooth under his fingertips back when he was allowed to touch them.

Everything is cold, and the boy has been shivering for so long that his muscles ache from the constant tense-and-release, tense-and-release, struggling to keep him warm.

Day 17:

She giggles a little, then glances over her shoulder, mouths something at the cameraman. Oliver can guess what. Edit that out.

Kelly Donahue doesn’t want the episode to be aired with her giggling like a schoolgirl at a bit of idle flattery. Well. Everyone has their things they like to hide, don’t they?

She has her giggle. Oliver has a teenage boy locked in his bedroom.

Day 18:

“Your mother,” Patrick interrupted, with gentle violence, “believes that you are squandering an opportunity.”

“An-... a what-”

“We respect your decision - and your brother’s - to refuse interviews, especially at his early date.” Patrick sounded like he’d rehearsed this answer, delivered with the same smooth cadence he had during his speeches before the Board of Directors. “But, considering the effort it took us to find you-”

“The effort it took Nate to find us,” Ryan corrected, ice growing along his veins at the same time it took over his voice. “Nate. It was Nate who watched the videos, it was Nate who talked Abraham into showing him the yard, it was Nate who spent fucking night after fucking night trolling fucking satellite photos to try and find us. Don’t act like the effort came from you. It came from my brother’s goddamn fiance.”

Day 19:

“If this is a trap, I’m going to owe Gavin fifty bucks.” Vera checked and rechecked her handgun, as though it would suddenly be less loaded than it was just a few minutes before. Her jaw was set in a grim line, eyes flashing a kind of damped-down fire, embers ready to spark. Her thick black hair, showing growing hints of gray, was pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, and she wore a pair of black pants and a tucked-in t-shirt, ready for the fight she was definitely expecting. “I don’t want to owe Gavin money, Isaac.”

“It’s not a trap,” Isaac replied, making his own nervous check and recheck of the table and chairs. “I don’t think it is, anyway. My instincts are saying it isn’t.”

“Your instincts-”

“My instincts have been spot-on for a decade, Vera. Just trust me on this. She let us pick the day, the time, the location… she let us give her the location with less than four hours’ notice, even. If this is a trap, she’s piss-poor at setting it.”

Day 20:

He’d been flying, and the fall had been worse than the arrow, at first.

The sudden burst of white-hot pain had stunned him, caught him mid-spin enjoying an early-morning chill, and sent him tumbling to the ground below.

He’d heard his own frantic keens of panic and fear as if from a distance, and then they’d been drowned out when he slammed into the trees, feathers flying all around him as they were ripped free by the branches he smacked into one after another on the way down.

Day 21:

"Mmhmmm. Christopher. Stanton." Nat listens for a long time, then says quietly, "No known health problems. Autistic."

Jake looks up, and Nat calmly looks back at him, while speaking into the phone. "Yes. Yes, I'm confident. He is sensitive to fluorescent lights, scared of needles, and terrified of sedation. Yeah, I realize that I just described the exact environment we’re sending him into.” Chris whimpered, and Nat’s voice went ragged, her eyes closed tightly against the sight of his face pale, sweaty, twisted with pain. “Listen. Just-... just put on the fucking papers that Christopher Stanton is fucking autistic, because that's what my goddamn rescue is - I'll sell someone else's firstborn to fucking Satan if he isn't, mark my fucking words - and we're wasting time while he gets worse!"

Day 22:

Rossi picks the glass up and just as he tilts it up to his lips, Connor rears back and up on his knees and swings one of his hands, the black leather ‘paw’ smacking into the rim of the glass and spilling it in an arc across Rossi’s suit, onto the table, soaking his cards and hitting the next person at the table right in the eyes.

“Connor, what the fuck?!” Rossi’s voice isn’t furious, not yet - he’s too shocked to get beyond the simple surprise.

Day 23:

The drugs in his system weigh him down, he is too exhausted to understand what’s happening or how to begin to fight it. His eyes keep trying to close and stay closed, and he whimpers, forcing them back open.

“Pozhaluysta…” He groans, collapsing forward against the heavy solidity of the man, the soft tailored fabric of his expensive suitjacket, the scent of clove cigarettes that clings to him like a woman’s fingers clutching tightly. “Pozhaluysta, otpusti menya…”

Day 24:

“My name is Melody,” The girl said, nearly extending her hand, but then she realized the creature’s right hand was nothing but wickedly sharp talons, and it was bound in front of him to his left. “Oh, I’m sorry. What’s your name?”

The creature blinked once, twice. Watched her, tense and maybe suspicious, and then shook his head. “No… no name.” He spoke slowly, as though words came only with difficulty but a soft little trill sounded under one voice, layered it with another. “Pet.”

Day 25:

“Wh, where, where, where-where, where am, am I-”

“Sssshhhh.” The person in the dark blue uniform presses a plastic-gloved hand to his shoulder as he tries to sit up, pushing him back down. “Hey no, you gotta stay steady, there. Don’t move.”

“Please-... please, sir, h-hurts-”

“Not sir,” The person says, gently, a bit of auburn hair falling over their forehead. “Can you see?”

“K-Kind... kind of... hurts-”

“Sssshhhh. I know. I know it does. Just hang on. Tori’s going to help me get you some paperwork going. Don’t worry, kiddo.” The person pats him, lightly, and then looks up, brown eyes scanning the hallway outside. “You’re not the first we’ve pulled through this.”

Day 26:

Calon Nie hummed to himself, tapping talons on the floor, watching the boy sit so still, as though stillness could protect him from the dangers of the world. “Good. Failed, you, to keep new eyes. Costs a life, to give something new. Killan Josta, human boy, he fail Calon Nie. He fail the life given, when eyes don’t work. Did not respect sacrifice.”

“I’m… I’m sorry,” The boy said hoarsely, curling in on himself even more, his wings instinctively curling protectively around him. “I… I don’t want anyone to d-die for me. I didn’t mean to-... I didn’t mean to fail. I, I tried to p-pray for them, to stars, to-”

“Paugh! Mysteries do not hear you.”

Day 27:

Jake answers, and on the other side of the door, the old woman stands holding a large cardboard box in her arms, her grandson present, as nearly always, at her side. He holds a large box, too - so big, in fact, that only the top half of his face is visible.

“They’re sayin’ it could be a week before we get power back,” Ruth says, with a world-weary sigh. “A full-on week. We figured we’d bring you some supplies.”

Day 28:

Ora Collins is hungry.

Day 29:

Jake is a tall man, but the emergency room always made him feel so small. Even now, part of him rehearses the scripted stories. I fell while climbing a tree. I crashed my bike. I tripped going down the stairs.

He has lies to tell today, just like he always has, but today the lies are for Chris, not himself.

He’s my brother. No, different dads, that’s all. His mom lives a few states away, I handle all his medical stuff.

Day 30:

(AKA Possession, Part 2)

Ryan and Nate take down Abraham Denner.

Day 31:

Danny is left for dead.

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