#and an employee that is able to call on the power of the man running the company by claiming his authority whenever Tony isn’t there

[daydreamerdrew]

Iron Man (1968) #51

#super interesting to see how Tony’s employees interpret the overlap between Tony Stark and Iron Man #because obviously they’re the same person #but Tony as Iron Man strangely inhabits a different standing as purportedly his own employee #albeit an employee that has a lot more physical power than all of the other employees because of the Iron Man suit #and a much more famous and well-regarded figure than all of the other employees because Iron Man is a famous superhero #and an employee that is able to call on the power of the man running the company by claiming his authority whenever Tony isn’t there #which is inherently whenever Iron Man is there #because even though Iron Man is able to call upon that authority he doesn’t in the eyes of all of other employees inhabit that same space #here they balk at following Iron Man’s orders because in their mind they don’t work for him #and they interpret Iron Man’s feelings as so much like Tony Stark’s expected ones #because they think Iron Man is just that invested in the company #and their takeaway from that is that they should all be as invested #following what they believe is another employee’s example #I’m curious about what people assume Iron Man’s background to be #obviously Tony is wealthy and was raised wealthy #and Jarvis was shocked a few issues ago when he saw what he thought was Tony picking up after Iron Man #because it was so unexpected for someone who has so many people working under him doing things for him #that Tony would ever do something like that himself #and obviously Tony is really well-respected by his employees as a businessman and as an inventor #but I wonder if because Iron Man’s job is so physical that that helps people not believe that he could be Tony Stark #like right before this Iron Man was overseeing a Stark Industries rocket launch and got hit hard by the shockwave and almost crashed #maybe not something people would expect Tony Stark to subject himself to #marvel #tony stark #my posts #comic panels

[chrollohearttags]

sneaky link!levi headcanons

⚠️: black fem!reader, age gap (levi is early 30’s/reader is mid 20’s, I’ll leave the specifics to you!), infidelity, fingering, squirting, oral, he’s a little toxic, calls reader slut, spit play, sir used, power play/dynamic + modern au

📝: this was from an ask I got a long time ago but I lost it in my inbox! and I thought it’d be a lot of fun, epsoclally with a serious character like levi! 🫶🏾

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sneaky link!levi, who you first met when you began working at a local coffee + tea shop in your area as a barista. He was the owner and your boss. Although he wanted to be more than that from the jump…

sneaky link!levi who took a special liking to you after only two weeks of being employed, was extra attentive and always watching over you like a hawk. “Good job, (y/n)..” “..you’re pretty damn good at this..”

sneaky link!levi eventually began to schedule you to close almost every night. Not just because you were new but because he wanted to any excuse for you guys to be alone.

“How are ya’ liking the job so far? You enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” “Of course, sir. I love it here. I appreciate the opportunity.”

sneaky link!levi, who notices how flustered you become at the mention of pet names and thinks it’s adorable, begins to slip the endearing terms in regular convo, just to get your reaction. Saying things like ‘good girl’ or ‘love’. Each time, garnering a stutter and your thighs being squeezed together.

sneaky link!levi decides to make a move one night after asking you to bend over and clean the espresso machine when he grips your waist and tugs your ass towards him..only a month after you began working there.

sneaky link!levi promised himself that he’d never mix business and pleasure, nor would he ever sleep with one of his employees but he can’t help it when he sees how those uniform pants hug your thick frame and how soft those plump lips looked, stained in gloss. Knowing that he’d be able to handle you if given the chance.

“I hope you don’t mind…I just can’t help myself. You’re so beautiful.” “I won’t tell if you won’t, sir.”

sneaky link!levi is very much aware that you have a boyfriend but simply doesn’t give a fuck because he knows you’re not even happy. Apparent by the angry phone calls on your lunch break.

sneaky link!levi, who lets out the hottest grunts when he orders you to your knees in his office and uses your pretty little mouth to his leisure. Slowly fucking your throat as he leans back on his desk. “Fuck, you’re such a good little slut..swallowed the whole damn thing..”

sneaky link!levi eats your pussy like an absolute fiend..placing you on his desk with your panties dangling on your ankle as he devours it; leaving long strings of saliva all over it and gracing your mouth a few as well. Finger fucking you until that orgasm comes barreling out and you wind up squirting up to his forearm.

“Let it out, pretty girl..give me what I want..”

sneaky link!levi who fucks you into near delirium after almost an hour or every position he could get you in. Handling you in ways that your current man could only dream of.. “..he ever make you feel this good, sweetheart? Don’t worry, you can come all over this dick..as much as you want. I won’t hold it against you.” Smirking as he strokes your clit and watches you writhe.

sneaky link!levi takes every opportunity to flirt and make you antsy whilst you’re working, teasing you just so he can get you aroused for later..

sneaky link!levi, who has you running at his beck and call..even after you’ve long clocked out and at home with your man. Texting you to come see him at all hours of the night, knowing you’d never be able to get enough of him.

#cherry’s works ✦⭒ #cherry’s asks 🍒 #aot x black reader #levi ackerman #levi x black reader #levi ackerman x black reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi smut #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi aot #aot headcanons #levi headcanons #levi attack on titan #snk levi #snk smut #aot smut #smut drabble #aot modern au #aot drabbles #levi drabble #black fem reader #aot au #black reader smut #levi ackerman x female reader #cw spit #cw smut #attack on titan smut #attack on titan #attack on titan au

[vivwritesfics]

No Need To Ask

Chapter Fourteen - His Pretty, Little Wife

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

The next chapter is going to be the midway point, basically. We've still got so much more plot to come and I really don't know how long this story is going to be, it's already 25.5K long all together

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Marie. The cook that Carlos fucked was called Marie.

It was easy for Y/N to find her; she didn’t think she would ever forget that face. When she walked down into the kitchens, Marie’s face went pale. She let out an alarmed squeak and went to hide behind another one of the cooks.

From the way Y/N was dressed, she didn’t blame Marie for hiding away. She was meant to be powerful and imposing, mirroring the aura her husband gave off. The long, black dress with the slit up the side of the skirt, and heeled boots. It was gorgeous, making Y/N look ever the part of the powerful mafia wife her mother once was.

“Relax, Marie,” Y/N said as she leaned against the worktop, staring at her.

The employee she was hiding behind cleared his throat and stepped out of the way, leaving Marie at Y/N’s mercy.

She gulped as she looked at the lady of the house. “Please, mi señora, no quise hacer daño,” she cried. She fell to her knees, clasping her hands together, tears springing to her eyes.

Y/N sucked in a breath. Her Spanish lessons had been going well enough that she could pick up a couple of words and peace together the sentence. Please, my lady, Marie had said, I meant no harm. She took a moment to formulate a response.

It may have made her appear weak, but Y/N didn’t care. “Marie, esta bien,” She said, unfolding her arms. (Marie, it is okay). “Tengo una propuesta para ti.” But this was where she stopped being able to speak to Marie in her native tongue.

She sucked in a deep breath. “Your sleeping with my husband is not something I blame you for, okay? If it had been me sleeping with another man, my husband would have had him killed.” Marie let out a cry. “But I don’t want to have you killed. I will not have you killed. What I want to do is to set you up, with enough money that you won’t need to work,” she said.

“Mi señora,” said Marie as she fell to her knees, gasping sobs leaving her lips.

“I’ll give you the money, enough to set you up for life, as long as you leave wordlessly and tell nobody where you’re going.”

Gulping, Marie nodded her head. She’d do as her lady asked, from fear she’d lose her life.

Carlos’s money was now Y/N’s money, too. She could do what she wanted with it, and what she wanted to do was set Marie up somewhere nice.

She took the money and found Marie somewhere to live. It was on the very edge of the Sainz territory, somewhere they’d never think to look. She gave Marie the money and helped her to escape in the dead of night.

Marie would never admit it, but she was grateful to señora Sainz, for helping her get away from this life of crime. It was no little girls dream to serve the biggest crime family in Spain, but, once you got in, there was no way out. Y/N was offering her a helping hand, and Marie jumped to take it.

Y/N made her way to Carlos’s office. She pushed past the men guarding the door, who no longer bothered to stop her, and took her seat at Carlos’s desk. In his chair, with his feet up on the top of the desk.

It was a risk, sitting in his seat, but it was a risk Y/N was willing to take. There was no telling how he would react when he came back in from the garden, to see her sitting in his seat.

But Y/N didn’t have to wait for very long. Carlos came back in from the garden, not paying much attention as he strode across his office.

But then he spied her, sitting at his desk. A smirk crossed his face. “Hello, my pretty, little wife,” he said, sitting in one of the seats on the other side of the desk. He leaned back as he stared at her. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Have you seen Marie recently?” Asked Y/N as she looked at him over the top of her boots.

Carlos let the smile drop from his face. “No, Y/N, I haven’t,” he answered.

“I wonder why that could be.”

It took Carlos a moment to realise what she meant. They’d played that game of chess nearly a week ago, the dots were hard to connect. But, once he got it, Carlos let that same smirk cross his face once ago. “Oh Dios mío,” he said with a shake of his head. “My pretty little wife had somebody killed. I never thought I’d see the day.”

Carlos liked it. For some unexplainable reason, Carlos liked it. He liked the fact that she had somebody killed. This wasn’t what Y/N expected. She didn’t really know what to do now. But she didn’t shift, didn’t move. She kept her gaze on Carlos, feet on the table. “You said you’d kill any man I slept with, so I thought I’d return the favour.”

“Did you know Marie had a family?” Carlos asked as he leaned back. “Her husband died, bless her, but she had two little boys. Mateo and Diego. I wonder what they will do without their mother. Well, I wonder how long they’ll last without her.”

As he said it, Carlos watched for Y/N’s reaction, and Y/N knew that. But it was hard to know how to react. Marie had already told her about Diego and Mateo, and Y/N had given her enough for the whole family to get away. But Carlos didn’t know that. He was expecting her to be distraught.

But that was what the old Y/N would have done, what the weak Y/N would have done.

She found the balance, picking at her nails as she said, “I didn’t know that,” she mumbled, no longer meeting his gaze.

Carlos smirked as he stood from his seat and straightened out his suit jacket. “No matter, mi amor, it is no concern of ours.” He pulled Y/N’s chair back, making her legs fall from the desk. Carlos kissed the top of her head and stood her up from the chair, taking her place. “You can stay with me, querida, sit on my lap while I have meetings,” he said, wearing a devilish grin.

Y/N quickly shook her head and rushed out of the office. What Carlos had just offered, all because he thought she had somebody killed, was that a step in the right direction? Was that evidence that Carlos was going to start respecting her? Only time would tell.

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This was one of those rare instances where Carlos’s family didn’t join them for dinner. Family dinners was something Sainz was very passionate about, and he’d insisted they’d all meet at Carlos’s house while Y/N was settling in. But this was the last week where Carlos would host the dinner and soon they’d be returning to dinners at Sainz’s.

But tonight, there was no family dinner. Carlos still insisted he and Y/N ate together, though.

After her Spanish lesson, one of Carlos’s men came to get her. They’d begun to speak to her in Spanish, and Y/N had to try her best to understand them. If she couldn’t understand them, they’d try again in English, something she was grateful for.

Y/N stood from the table. “Gracias señora,” she said to her Spanish tutor and walked out of the library.

Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked out to the patio. She stood in front of the pool for just a second, looking at the reflection of the clouds in the sky. Every morning Carlos went for his daily swim, and Y/N would have been lying if she said she didn’t watch him.

She looked towards the table, where the kitchen staff were laying the food out on the table. It was a lot for two people, far too much. There was no sign of Maria as they laid the table.

No sign of her husband either.

But then Y/N looked towards the other side of the garden, towards the fire pit. It wasn’t lit, but Carlos was sat there, cigarette between his lips.

She strode towards him, walking across the patio, towards her husband. He looked up at his, dark eyes following her as she approached. “I didn’t know you smoked,” she said as she came to stand in front of him.

Carlos released the smoke from his lungs and looked up at his wife. He wrapped his arm around her place, pulling her close. “Does my pretty little wife not like it when I smoke?” He asked, an amused smile playing on his lips. His face was level with her stomach, so close to…

Y/N shook her thoughts away. She leaned down and wrapped her arms around his neck, ever step calculating. “Oh no, Carlos,” she said, slowly getting closer to him. “I couldn’t care less,” she whispered and kissed his cheek.

Standing up straight she walked away from him, hips swaying from side to side as she walked around the pool, making her way to the table.

She looked towards the golf course. Since she’d married Carlos, she hadn’t seen the golf course be used once. It was a favourite pastime of her brothers, back when he was allowed to have pastimes. If they were a normal couple, if they had married for love, Y/N was sure she would have gotten him to teach her some golf while she taught him how to play the perfect game of chess. But, instead, Y/N was left longing for that life, for the husband who would teach her golf and swim with her in the pool, who would stop smoking because she asked and hold her close as they sat around the fire pit.

Her eyes moved towards Carlos, watching as he finished the cigarette. She didn’t know when he had started calling her his pretty, little wife. But she wasn’t complaining. It made her knees weak, hearing those words leave his pretty lips.

Y/N watched as he stubbed out his cigarette and walked around the pool, sitting himself at the table opposite her. He wore that same amused smile as he began putting things on Y/N’s plate. Fuck, she wanted him. She wanted him so bad.

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[hells-wasabii]

Haii can i get general fluff of Valentino being soft with his wife s/o.

A/N: absolutely! i'm a sucker for domestic stuff! I kinda defaulted to a headcanon format, but i think you'll still enjoy it anon! if you'd like a drabble tho, don't hesitate to ask!

Part 1 | Part 2

Character: Valentino

Type: Headcanons (Val x wife! s/o, Fluff)

Valentino is a demon who's in tune with his emotions, too much so depending on who you ask. This of course translates into his marriage with you. He's definitely not afraid to let you know how deeply his affection for you runs.

You'd best believe this man has nicknames for you: some in English, some in Spanish, all with love. I can also guarantee you he's called you wifey, too. He most definitely considers himself to be the king of the porn industry, which makes you his queen. And you'd best believe he lets you know it too.

Being in a position of power like his, it requires him to be hardened with all those he associates with, employees and fellow overlords alike. So many souls looking to take advantage of any sign of weakness. The fact that he can go home to you and the afterlife that you've built together, to be able to just decompress and be soft with you means more to him than he'll likely admit. This in turn means that he'll also be pouty and put on a woe-is-me act, especially if you're busy when he gets home.

On especially bad days when he's on a rampage/tirade after letting his emotions get the better of him, don't be surprised to get a call from Vox or Velvette, or both. It's quite amazing how easily you're able to calm him down, so much so that I'd dare to say it actually frightens the other Vee's to a degree.

When it comes to cuddling he prefers to be big spoon, mostly due to his wings. You even touching his wings is something that would take years to build up to. Moths can't have their wings tampered with otherwise they might not be able to use them anymore. This takes a LOT of trust from Val. On extra special occasions when you cuddle he loves to wrap his arms around you and just hold you close, cocooning the both of you in his wings.

On the topic of physical affection, when he's with you there's a solid 83% chance that he's touching you in some form or fashion. A hand grazing you as he reaches past you, honestly even just hovering. He's very touchy-feely. It only got worse after you two tied the knot.

He also flaunts the fact that you're married. Not a whole lot of Sinner Demons can say that, can they? He doesn't think so at least, but then again he doesn't really care enough to check. He's so proud to have you and why wouldn't he be? He'll go out of his way to introduce you/talk about you to others. "Oh, by the way. have you met my WIFE? Fabulous, isn't she?" Vox and Velvette who take the brunt of the flauntings are just looking at him like: yes Val, this is the second time we've gone through this today.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino x reader #valentino #request

[targaryenluvs]

HIS POWER / TIM BRADFORD

PAIRINGS: Dark!Tim Bradford x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: After providing a statement to an officer about a robbery, he seems to be everywhere. Even after you start avoiding him.

WARNINGS: Obsession, stalking, abuse of power, breaking and entering, suggestive content

WORDCOUNT: 3.3K Words

A/N: Just started watching the rookie and I’m in love!!🥰

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

It’d been a normal day at first.

You wanted to run errands through your Monday since you’d been working pretty hard through the last week. But being higher up in the company meant you were able to take days off to work from home when wanted.

You’d been in the confectionary isle since you were throwing a watch party of Harry Potter with all of your friends. As silly as it seemed, you were in the mood for a night of childhood friends and fun.

You had finished up shopping, and as you were making your way up to the register when you heard it.

“Get on the ground, now!”

It was as if time has frozen as you noticed everyone drop to the floor. Luckily your body followed suit and dropped down as well. But you were a minute too late as one of the men noticed you. “Didn’t I say to get down bitch?”

The word sounded foreign in your ears, to the point where you didn’t even realise he was talking to you, until he came over to you.

He pulled you up by your hair as he waved the gun around, “You ain’t talking now huh?” His grip on your hair tightened as you clenched your eyes shut. When you opened them you noticed someone reaching for their phone. You may as well try to buy her time.

You looked over at her as she mouthed, “911.” You acknowledged her by closing your eyes before talking, “What do you want me to say?” You could hear him chuckle, “Now you’re chatty.”

You shuffled until you were able to turn around to face him, taking his attention away from the woman calling the police. “Please, just take the money and go.” One of the other men came back from behind, seeming to have a mass of purses, most likely from the employees.

“I just want to talk to you baby.” Whether it was the nickname or his demeanour, you sure as hell didn’t want to talk to him anymore. So you took a risk.

Kicking him in the crotch.

You could hear him groan before falling to the floor, his gun slipping out of his hands as you grabbed it. You quickly slid it to the woman on the phone with the police before kicking him in the stomach. “You b—,” before he could continue you kicked him in the face.

You remembered there were only two others that had entered the store. One in the back and the other across the store. So you took the time to tie the man up using someone’s scarf, then stuffing his mouth with plastic bags. You had two other shoppers guard him as you took the gun back.

There were four men in your view, you quickly waved them over before making a plan.

“She’s having her baby! Someone help!”

Footsteps echoed through the place as the other man ran to the woman shouting, Sierra, “Who is it?” This man was seemingly calmer than the other you’d dealt with, “Here!” And as he turned you bashed his face with the end of your gun, and as he fell one of the shoppers took his gun. “Good job Jack, two down and one to go.”

“Bad idea, not taking me out first.” The last robber left standing had his firearm to Sierras head, with an arm around her neck. You and Jack immediately raised your guns in his directions, “Go ahead, shoot. Wonder what this pretty girls head’ll look like across the floor. Got nothing left to loose.”

Your saving grace came not only in the sirens outside.

“Put your guns down, slowly.” You and Jack hesitated, which proved to be a mistake as he aimed towards one of the other hostages, aiming and shooting at her leg. As she screamed out you folded, “Okay! Just don’t hurt anyone else.” Jack followed your lead as you put your guns down. The second you did he pushed her to the side, coming for you.

“You ruined my plan. For what? To be a hero?” His breath was heavy against your cheek, spite filled and hot. You shook your head immediately. “Well because of that, you can help me get out of here.”

He had you pick up the guns and stuff them into his duffel bag before leading you to the back at gun point. “Might just have some fun with you while we’re here.” He laughed as he opened the door.

“Hope you’re ready for some fun in prison.” As the two of you exited the store you were met with four cops, the one speaking standing in front of you. As he was momentarily distracted by being caught you turned to push him to the floor before running into the cops arms.

His partner rushed forwards to cuff him whilst reciting his rights. You clung onto the man as he held you, “You’re okay, I’ve got you.” You buried your face into his chest, taking a second to breathe before stepping back.

You read his badge, Bradford.

“Thank you, Officer Bradford.” Your smile was small, but more than enough for him. “Call me Tim.” His partner, which you learned was Lucy, eyed him up. It wasn’t everyday the grumpiest guy she knew allowed his first name to be used by a stranger.

“Let’s get you down to the station huh?” You nodded as he directed you to the back of his car. Lucy rose an eyebrow, “Couldn’t we have taken her statement here?” Tim aimed a pointed look her way, which screamed ‘shut up’. “She was actively involved, taken hostage and helped to disable every robber. Her account is more serious than the others and she might need to get checked up on. It’ll be a long statement so we’ll interview her at the station. Anything else boot?”

Lucy shook her head, “Good, now get in.”

You’d been waiting for someone to enter the room, luckily it was Tim. “I’m going to be taking your statement okay? I need you to detail everything that happened since the start of your day. Don’t leaving anything out.” You nodded along as he sat down, offering you a smile.

“Let’s begin.” You didn’t leave anything out as he asked you not to. Tim was nodding along, jotting down key bits of information as you spoke. It felt like time had passed by quickly talking to him, even if you were doing most of the talking. It’d been over an hour already.

“Alright, hang tight in here. You’ll be home in no time, probably best to take some time to yourself to recuperate. No friends.” He stood up, tucking his notepad and pen away before offering you a nice smile as you returned it. “Thank you, for not being rude and actually listening.” Tim stopped in the doorway, turning back around to you. He raised his eyebrow, waiting for more. “Why would I be rude?”

“Just, lately I’ve been seeing about a million horror story cop interactions. And I was scared to be interviewed. But you were really nice, so thanks. If there’s anything I can do, or tell you then let me know.” Before he could respond someone walked past and asked if he’d gotten your information.

“She’s free to go if you have.” You felt a weight lift off of your chest, as much as you liked being across from the gorgeous cop Tim was, you wanted nothing more than to sleep. He nodded as she left, turning his attention back to you. “Well, you’ve done more than enough regarding information. As for something you can do,” You straightened up in your chair.

“You could buy me a drink tomorrow.”

The bar was packed, but apparently Tim was a regular to the point where he had a seat waiting for him. Being the kind person he was, he let you sit on the seat. But the place was crowded so he ended practically between your legs. “So what’re you having Officer?” Tim scoffed at the title, “I’ll have what ever you’re having.” You giggled, “You want a martini?” He cringed at the words.

“Maybe I won’t have what you’re having.” You waved down the bartender, before ordering for the both of you. Whilst ordering you could feel his eyes on you, staring intently, “Is there something on my face?” He shook his head, “You’re just so gorgeous.”

You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, “Don’t.” He swiped away the hair that fell in front of your face, “Why not, you are. I always tell the truth.” Your drinks were slid over as you both grabbed your respective drinks. Taking a sip, he stared at you as he drank his beer.

The night progressed quickly, the two of you getting lost in easily flowing conversation. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” You held your thumbs up to him as he walked away, weaving through the sea of people.

Taking a sip of your fourth drink, you noticed that he’d left behind his phone on the counter. You didn’t mean to pry, but your hand had a mind of its own as it swooped his phone up. You wish you hadn’t. His wallpaper was somehow a photo of you and you’d only known him for two days.

If there was one thing you didn’t think you were, it was stupid.

You swiftly swung your purse over your shoulder before making your way out of the bar and outside. It was then that you realised the fact that Tim had picked you up. “There you are.” His voice was quieter than before, now outside and not interrupted by others.

“It was getting stuffy in there, needed to breathe. I’m feeling pretty tired, you mind if we call it a night?” He shook his head, “Not at all, I’ll drop you off.” You smiled before making your way to his car.

“Doesn’t someone need to pay?” You were praying he’d take the bait and leave you to flag down a cab or call an uber. “I’ve got good credit here, we’ll be fine.”

You just needed to get home. That was all. Once you were home you could avoid him and not see him ever again. Just get home Y/n.

The ride home was filled mostly with Tim talking at you and your short replies. You didn’t want to seem suspicious but you were too scared to have a proper conversation with him. All you could see was the wallpaper burned into your mind.

As he pulled up to your apartment you felt a tiny spark of relief, you’d made it home. “You okay?” His hand rested on your thigh, “Yeah I’m alright, just tired.” You pressed your lips into a tight line, you hadn’t looked at him yet.

You wished you hadn’t, he looked pissed.

His hand tightened, “You’re lying. Did you meet someone else at the bar?” Your face scrunched up in confusion, “What? No! You were gone for minutes. How the hell am I striking up a conversation with someone and liking them in that time? I need to go.” You were met with a locked door.

You turned back to him with an awkward smile, you wrapped your hand around his in an attempt to calm him down. “Tim, I promise. Nothing happened. Please let me go inside, you can walk me to the door. I want you to.” Your lie seemed to take, as he retracted his hand to open the door. You grounded yourself by clutching onto your purse, leaving crescent indents in the leather.

His hand came around your waist, holding on tightly as you made your way into the apartment building. You quickly pressed for the third floor, not your own. “Goodnight Tim, I had a good time.” You turned to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before running into the elevator. As the doors closed you could see him, momentarily stunned at the kiss.

You exhaled the second the doors closed. If you were lucky, you wouldn’t be seeing him after this. You’d survived the night, as well as him.

The next few days had been normal, thankfully. You’d been paranoid to a fault, and rightfully so.

Tim Bradford is a cop.

Which meant he had access to so much more than any regular person. He not only knew where you lived from the information he’d collected, but he could search you up. He could find out so much about your life with just a few clicks of a button.

And he did. He utilised his resources to find out as much about you as he could over the week or so since your date. When you’d gone to the bathroom, he’d accessed your phone and was now successfully tracking you. Never leave your stuff with an obsessed cop, am I right?

After the robbery, he couldn’t risk your safety.

But the biggest mystery of all in Tim’s eyes was why you hadn’t called him yet. You’d been working a lot recently, early days and late nights. You needed a break from work. The only places you went which weren’t your workplace or home was your gym.

You were done for the day.

The sweat that you were covered in made you shine in the fluorescent lights of the gym. You couldn’t wait to take a shower, but the gym was currently repairing their facilities so you’d have to wait until home.

If you’d been paying attention to your surroundings rather than yourself you would’ve noticed Tim hovering in the background. You grabbed your waterbottle and made your way to the locker rooms. Patting yourself down with your towel before changing your sweaty clothes into normal clothes. The more laundry the better?

You walked out to your car, blissfully unaware of the shadow following you. As you fiddled with your Airpod case you accidentally let your keys slip through your hands. Sighing in annoyance before bending down to grab them from underneath your car. Not expecting to be met with him once you got up.

“You scared me Tim.” Your hand clutched onto your shirt, over your heart as you rested against your car.

“Sorry. just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I am, thank you for asking. I just… I feel like I’m seeing you everywhere. Like I’ve gone crazy.”

“Maybe it’s a sign.”

“For what?”

“To go out with me? Tonight?” You awkwardly laughed, holding onto the back of your neck. “As much as I’d love to, I’m not really in the market for a partner. I’m sorry. And I’m already going out with friends tonight.” His smile was wide, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “No need to apologise, just figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. We had such a nice night last time. You looked amazing.”

You felt bad for turning him down, but again, you couldn’t help but think. He never showed up before, but you see him once and now hes everywhere? It didn’t seem right to you. You chuckled dryly, “Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself. And yeah, I meant it as a friendly outing.” As you opened your door, it slammed in front of you.

Tim stood closer than before, and his nice smile and sweet voice seemed so far away. His hand rested on your door, having shut it. “You sure as hell didn’t dress like it was a friendly outing. Go out with me Y/n/n.” Your eyes squinted at his use of your nickname, which you hadn’t told him to use.

“I’m sorry, I just— Oh god.” Your eyes widened behind Tim as his head whipped behind, “What is it?” The door quickly slammed shut as you sat in the drivers seat. Tim turned back, you tricked him. He tried to open the door but you quickly pressed the lock.

“Open the door.”

His voice was low, it was a threat.

You pressed the button to start your car up, not daring to look his way. God knows what you’d be met with. You quickly pulled out of the gyms parking lot, mustering up the courage to look into your rear view mirror.

He wasn’t there.

You couldn’t tell if him not being there was more frightening than comforting. But you did need to put as many miles between you and Tim as possible. A night out with friends would help take your mind off it.

As you came home, you couldn’t help but sigh. The night had been totally exhausting as well as exhilarating. It’d been a while since you’d seen your friends, since your marathon had been cancelled after the attempted robbery. And you had also subconsciously taken Tims advice to not have any friends over.

As much as you hate to admit it, he was right. It was nice to take some time to recuperate and understand what happened before seeing friends. The millions of questions they threw at you tonight were even worse than when they were over the phone.

‘Are you okay?’

‘We don’t have to go out tonight!’

‘We can stay in, order some food?’

‘If you need to talk, I’m here.’

You were definitely grateful to have so many friends that cared about you after something pretty traumatic, but all you wanted was to drink, dance and forget. Which was partially successful. But he wouldn’t leave your mind.

Tim had basically infiltrated your life since you first met him that afternoon. And you had no clue what about you screamed to him, enticed him.

You wracked your brain trying to think about any time you would’ve given him any sort of signal to needing him. To inviting him into your life. And you couldn’t come up with a single sign. Maybe he was just insane?

How could you even get rid of him?

He was a literal cop. When at the station, you couldn’t help but notice how often people talked about him. Whether it was how amazing he was, or how reckless. The overall consensus was that he was a good guy, just a bit odd or impulsive. You couldn’t help but feel bad as well. He’d literally saved you from being hurt, or worse. And when you’d talked to him, he seemed so sweet.

Tim Bradford was respected, and you were just a civilian.

But to Tim? You were so much more. Having you in his arms, fully reliant on him to help save you. He knew you needed him, you just didn’t realise it yet. But he’d help you realise, there was no need to worry. He’d keep you safe, you’d never be in such a situation ever again. He wouldn’t fail you like he failed his ex.

“Had a nice night?”

Your blood ran cold and your bubble of bliss from the night out had effectively been popped. He was in your home. How did he know where you— he’s a cop. He probably knew more about you than you knew. “I did.” Tim stood from your couch, making his way to you.

“Meet anyone?” You shook your head adamantly, “No one Tim.” You needed to play your cards right if you were going to get away from this psycho alive. God knows what he wanted to do or what he was after.

By the time he was in front of you he had you pinned to the wall, right by the hallway. His hands came around your hips, fingers digging in. He smelled your neck, savouring the sweet perfume. “You smell amazing, and you look…” He was practically undressing you with his eyes. “Bet you danced a lot tonight, should take a shower.” Of course you’d love that. Which is what you wanted to say, but with his eyes burning into you?

You couldn’t respond. Not when his hands began to roam, and tug on the strings of your dress. Not when he led you into your bathroom, and let the bath fill up or when he undressed you and himself.

You were practically frozen as he bathed you.

He acted as if it was where he belonged, as if this was a daily occurrence for you and him. You knew you couldn’t get away now,

You were too late and scared of his power.

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COMPANY POLICY

PAIRING‧₊˚ Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚  [2.7k] Caught red handed stealing from Cameron Development, Rafe Cameron's assistant finds herself in a sticky situation...

WARNING(S)‧₊˚  non-con/dub-con, smut, swearing, power play, blackmail, slight dom/sub dynamics, unprotected rough sex, allusions to pregnancy, cheating (?)

A/N‧₊˚ part of my angstober event!

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YOU HELD YOUR ARMS CLOSE TO YOU AS YOU WALKED THE PATH UP TO THE COMPANY BUILDING — Cameron Development. It was midnight on the dot and the night air was chilly. Normally, you’d be in bed by this time, tired and exhausted after running errands for Rafe Cameron all day long with little to sometimes no break. Being his assistant wasn’t exactly anyone’s dream job, but it kept your lights on.

For some reason, the man had called you into the office, saying there was an issue that was urgent and had to be handled immediately. He had an edge to his voice, one that should've been your first warning to not walk into that building.

As you skipped up the steps to the building, still hugging yourself, you pushed the door open and followed the only light that was on down the hall. His office door was cracked and you could hear him mumbling to himself. Reaching the semi-open door, you pushed it open, the wood creaking as you did so.

“Mr. Cameron?” You called quietly, spotting his tall frame hovering over his desk — palms planted firmly on the wood and hair ruffled as his eyes ran wild over the small pile of papers on the desk. Your voice broke him out of his muttering daze as his eyes slowly rose to meet yours. His movements were slow and calm, his wild eyes meeting yours.

His movements were slow and calm, until they weren’t. Within seconds, he’d crumpled up the papers in his hands and rounded his deck to tower in front of you and grab your upper arm, bringing you impossibly closer. You could see him a lot more clearly now — he was visibly strung out and angry. 

You gasped at the rough contact, immediately trying to tug your arm away which only prompted the irate man to tug you closer. 

“What’re you-”

“How much?” He huffed out, infuriated. His jaw was clenched tightly.

You were sure you looked lost and confused, more scared than anything. Rafe had a knack for treating his employees like shit and you were no exception to his rage now, it seemed. But you’d never been at the receiving end of his abuse until this moment. It was frightening, to put it mildly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about-”

“How much fucking money did you steal from me?” He gritted through his teeth. You stuttered to find the right words and he took that as a sign to continue berating you. He released his grip on you to uncrumple to documents he was holding, using one hand to push you against the wall behind you as the other practically shoved the printed matter in your face. “Five-hundred and twenty-six thousand...” He started, voice rising with each word. “Five-hundred and twenty-six THOUSAND dollars. That’s how much money has been withdrawn from my company and deposited into shell companies — companies that do not fucking exist!”

You looked away from him this time. You honestly didn’t think he’d find out. Or at least find out that it was you. Five-hundred thousand was pocket change compared to what he was bringing in yearly and Rafe was careless, so you didn't think he'd notice and if he did, you assumed you'd be able to lie on the spot. Clearly, you'd misjudged both him and yourself.

He’d put you in charge of the books when it became too much paperwork for him one day and you just happened to realize that your paycheck could’ve been much higher than what it was but you knew he’d never give you a raise. You’d worked with him for almost 2 years and had never even seen the chance of a promotion. Who was Rafe Cameron to acknowledge his employees or their efforts?

It wasn't like you'd taken it all at once. It was over the last couple months that you'd misplaced the funds into shell companies and collected it at later dates for your own personal gain.

“Suddenly she’s quiet.” He taunted, throwing the papers to the floor. “Look at me,” He demanded, but you refused. He took that as a sign to grab, more like yank, your chin in his direction. “Where’s my money?”

“It’s gone, most of its gone…” You muttered with tearful eyes, speech slurred due to how he had your cheeks pressed together. You weren't lying. You'd spoiled yourself with the money. Shopping, grocery runs, furniture...

“I trusted you. You think I’d let any of those lousy, dumbasses touch my assets? No. But clearly…clearly I made a lapse in judgment with you.” He reprimanded. “You’re a damn thief.” He spat as he let go of your face, so harshly it prompted some of your hair to obstruct your field of vision.

Your heart was racing like crazy. Your hands had been clawing at the wall he had you pinned to, eyes following his pacing frame. “I can pay it back. I’ll pay it all back-”

“Oh, I know you will.”  He scoffed darkly. “But clearly, your word can’t be taken for it so, I’m going to need… collateral.” Rafe sounded much less angry now. But his tone was still clouded with an air of darkness that made the hairs of the back of your neck stand up. Suddenly, he was in front of you again, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear — a much softer touch compared to the previous ones.

“Take your shirt off.”

You were dumbstruck, mouth falling open at his demand.

Surely, he couldn’t be serious.

“Mr. Cameron-” You tried.

“Sir.” He corrected.

“...Sir,” You repeated, taking the hint. “I have a husband. Not to mention, you’re my boss. I’m sure there’s another way-”

“There might be...” He cut you off, the knuckle of his index finger trailing down the length of your neck as he licked his lips before speaking again. “Unfortunately for you, I want to do it my way.” He rasped. “So, take your shirt off.”

This was wrong. On so many levels was this wrong. He was your boss — your sick, deranged boss. You may be a thief but this was ludicrous. Was the terror in your eyes not enough assurance for him?

You gulped as you looked into his eyes, letting a few beats pass before moving your shaking hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head and hesitating to let it drop to the hardwood floors of his office. 

Rafe eyed the valley of your breasts that was revealed by your bra, a small smirk forming on his features at the sight. When one of his hands came up to cup one of them through the material, you couldn’t help but cringe slightly at the touch — it was foreign and it felt so… dirty. You wanted to just say fuck it and dash out of his office — shirtless and all. But you knew that would only cause more trouble — he’d ruin your credibility and career, destroy your marriage, and God knows what else.

So when the man used the hand that had been trailing your neck to untie your sweatpants, you stood as still as a statue and let him. The loose apparel falling easily to the ground, pooling around your ankles, leaving you half naked in front of your superior.

“I never took you for the criminal type, y’know…” He whispered into your ear. “I always thought you were so obedient. The things I thought about doing to you whenever you nod when I give you an order, watching you rush around the office in your skirts just to get whatever I need done finished…I never thought watching you do whatever I say would be so fun.” He cooed and you couldn’t help but feel trapped at this moment.

Just how long had Rafe been pining over you? You suddenly wondered if this was really collateral or just a way of getting something he’d always wanted.

Was it both?

The thought ran around in your mind as he roamed the length of your body — calloused hands outlining the curve of your ass, palm trailing over your clothed core. You didn’t even fully register when his thick fingers pushed the fabric of your panties to the side, one digit gathering the wetness that had gathered before being quickly pushed inside. You whimpered lowly at the intrusion, instinctively closing your legs but Rafe wouldn’t allow it, using his knee to hold your legs apart.

His lone finger poked and prodded at your g-spot, forcing light moans out of you that you tried your best to keep low. You hated the way your body responded to his touch — the faint squelching sound you could hear as he pumped his finger in and out of you. A lone tear rolled down your cheek, small whimpers escaping your lips before he harshly pulled his finger out of you and took a few steps back, allowing you to close your legs.

But the racing and thumping of your heart within your rib-cage didn’t stop there, tearful eyes watching as Rafe’s hands moved to his belt. The metal clanking against itself as he undid the object and abandoned it to the floor. 

In one swift motion, his entire demeanor changed as he grabbed the hair on your head that he could reach, practically ripping you off of the wall that you were clinging to. You yelped as the man did so, using your tresses as a makeshift leash, pulling your body towards his desk as you struggled not to trip over your pants that were still wound around your ankles. Using his deadly grip, he shoved your face into the wooden surface, swiping papers and office supplies out of his way.

You hissed the contact, a small ache blooming on your cheek as your own hands were planted on the wood as well in awkward position due to how he had you pinned down.

The hand in your hair never left your body as it trailed down to pin you against the slab by the back of your neck instead. Your body jerked as he used his free hand to force your panties down your legs, leaving the material wound around the middle of your thighs.

You don’t even know when he found the time to pull down his own pants during his manhandling, only starting to internally panic, realizing the weight of what was happening when you felt the warmth of his tip rub against your sex. You tried to wiggle out of his grip, causing yourself more pain the more you moved.

You pleaded with him through labored sobs as your fingers clawed at his work space, leaving faint white marks in your wake. You didn’t even know what you were saying — a string of useless pleas falling on deaf ears.

Your fighting only came to an abrupt stop when you felt his dick push past your entrance, biting down on your lip as a small pinching feeling radiated from in between your legs at the unwelcome intrusion. You felt every ridge and vein as he took his time settling within you. The man behind you let out a gruff groan while the hand he’d used to guide himself inside of you moved to capture your waist, pulling you further onto him.

When he pulled his hips back only to slam back into you, you couldn’t contain the watery scream you let out. It felt like he’d punched you in the throat, fucking into you as if you weren’t a living thing. You could feel each and every time the tip of his cock would hit your cervix, the desk beneath you bruising your abdomen with each forward thrust that slammed you against the wooden fixture.

"Please! I can't-"

"Shut up." He immediately cut off your protests, voice curt and nasty. "I don't wanna hear you speak."

Nothing about his movements were pleasurable. His grip on your waist had grown tighter, so tight that his short nails were digging into your skin, feeling like miniature knives against your side. The hand on your neck followed, squeezing the nape of it until you were gasping for air between each cry and shriek.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours, the feeling of his pelvis meeting the curvature of your ass with each thrust made your chest feel tight. You hated the way you could feel yourself clenching around him, a familiar sensation building in your lower half. 

Before you could even attempt to stop yourself, your hands were curling into tight fists as you came around him with a pitiful cry. But Rafe wasn’t done just yet, and you laid under him as he continued pounding into you at a borderline animalistic pace. The desk screeching against the floorboards after a particularly, brutal jolt. You were quickly becoming sensitive, the friction causing your clit to ache as a tingling sensation spreading throughout your body.

It was only a few moments before he rammed into you for the final time, his hips stilling as they pressed against your backside, the feeling of him spilling into you almost making you sick. He didn’t bother being quiet as he held you flush against him, making sure to empty himself completely with a few soft pumps into you afterwards, pulling out with not an ounce of care, eliciting a wince from you as he did so.

He roughly released both holds he’d had on you, not saying a word.

You could hear the rustling of fabric and his heavy breaths behind you as you gathered yourself mentally. You didn’t move, not an inch until you heard his voice again.

“Get up.” You sniffed. Not wanting to irritate the man any further, you used your arms to push yourself up to stand straight on shaky legs. You didn’t turn around as you carefully bent over and pulled your pants up, trying you hardest to ignore what you felt running down the inside of your thighs or the way the fabric of your underwear felt against your swollen clit.

All hopes of not having to look at the man who’d violated you were shattered as he rounded his desk to sit in front of you, planting himself in the chair as he opened the laptop that he was lucky hadn’t been thrown from the desk in the harsh turn of events.

You stood in front of him with your head down. You didn’t bother to wipe the tears from your face, fix your hair, or check for bruises that you were sure you had and would have to find some way to cover up. You just watched liked a punished child as he opened the device in front of him, typing and hyper focused on the screen. You wondered how he could be so unphased.

He was like that for a few passing moments until he’d seemingly gotten what he needed, pulling the USB drive from the side of the machine that you'd just noticed, leaning back in his chair as he fiddled with the small stick. His face was flushed red and his hair was all over the place.

“Do you know what this is?” He asked, out of breath but still managing to sound smug. You had an idea. But you hoped you were wrong. So, begrudgingly, you shook your head side to side. “It's our movie. I know it’s not the best angle because, well...” He motioned towards a corner of his office, prompting you to shift your sights in his line of sight, spotting a camera mounted in the corner, so small it was just barely visible but you knew from the placement it probably had a view of the entire space. Your heart dropped, slowly turning back to your boss to find him eyeing you with such a predatory gaze that it made you shudder.

“Don’t look so scared. No one else will see it, so long as you get my shit back.” He spat. “But I gotta admit,” He started, getting up from behind his desk and coming to stand next to you, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Fucking you was much better than I ever imagined.”

His words had you choking back on your own saliva, swallowing harshly and refusing to look at him as you stared straight ahead with a disgusted snarl on your face. One of his hands swiped lightly across your torso as he left your personal space, opting to sit half-way perched on his desk. Fiddling and examining the memory stick like a prized possession before looking up at you with half-lidded eyes and an unsettling grin on his features before speaking.

“You can see yourself out.”

That was all you needed to hear before your feet were rushing you away from him, barely stopping to snatch your shirt up off of the floor before making a bee-line out of his office. You struggled to put your shirt on as you practically sprinted through the doors of the building so fast, you wouldn't be surprised if you had it on backwards, hot skin immediately bitten by the night air.

Your breathing never calmed as you rushed to your car, struggling to unlock the door, throwing yourself into the vehicle when you finally managed to. You sat there for a few seconds, staring ahead at the street and breathing like a mad woman before you lost all control — punching and slamming on your steering wheel, a long string of curses leaving your lips before you were bursting into tears, sleeve-covered hands coming up to cup your face as you cried into them. 

You hated yourself and you hated Rafe. You had nowhere to go from here. Rafe's words made it clear that you wouldn't be quitting any time soon and what the hell were you going to do about your husband? Rafe had a full length tape of you, bent over his desk as he did what he pleased and no matter what you knew happened in that office, Rafe had Kildare in the palm of his hand.

It didn't take a genius to know that Rafe Cameron would bend that video to his very will. This whole thing made you look bad, a thief and a cheater.

Your hysterics didn’t last long when you realized that even though you were in your car, that man was still just feet away. You’d still have to see him the very next day and every day after that, but right now you just wanted to go home and you didn’t even know if you really wanted to do that — to climb into bed with your husband who had no idea what had just happened, knowing not only that your future was tainted but technically, so was his. 

You didn’t waste any time in starting your car, nearly whipping into the curb at the speed at which you pulled off. Watching streetlights and stores pass by.

It wasn’t until you passed the pharmacy, bright neon red sign lit up in the dark, that you felt your stomach drop.

You’d been off birth control for months now, wanting to try for a baby with your husband.

And in the middle of the night, you found yourself praying that a loss of dignity and aching legs were the only things Rafe Cameron just sent you home with.

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[fuck-customers]

Kind of a fuck customers but also a satisfying story at the same time.

My role in the call center I work in involves taking specifically corporate calls, which means I spend all day talking to “business professionals” (and I use that term loosely) including CEOs. As you can imagine, over 90% of these CEOs are the scum of the earth and the most entitled assfaces on the planet.

A week or so ago, I took a call and went through my usual routine of greeting the cardholder and then began going over verification questions. Since we’re A.) a bank and B.) a bank that handles corporate and government credit cards, we take security seriously and require a caller to be able to verify 3 pieces of information based on what the person responsible for their credit cards put on the account. If they don’t pass, we refer them to their company to get the right details.

So as I’m doing this, the guy on the phone is getting increasingly irritated as he keeps getting the security questions wrong. I’m calm and professional the entire time but firm. Eventually I run out of things to verify with him and tell him that we won’t be able to assist and that he needs to contact his administrator. This is apparently where I went wrong.

“LADY I AM THE ADMINISTRATOR!!” He screeches. Ok, great. I look him up and that’s true but there’s a second admin listed, so I ask him to check in with him. He then yells “THERE IS NO OTHER ADMIN! I’M THE CEO OF THIS COMPANY FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!!”

I apologize and tell him while that may be true, he still got his security questions wrong and needs to reach out to his account coordinator then. This man then proceeds to scream at me for the next minute or so saying how we’re an awful bank, how he’s had problems with us for years, blah blah and how we have the worst customer service ever. Keep in mind, I’ve been nice and empathetic this entire time but also I’m not gonna lose my fucking job just because a guy in a suit doesn’t know his shit. I give him the email to his account coordinator and stress again that he needs to talk to them. Then this exchange happens:

Him: “So let me get this straight. You are saying you are REFUSING and UNWILLING to help me, right?

Me: “No, actually I’d love to help you, however we have these security procedures in place for yours and your company’s protection and cannot make exceptions for anyone.”

Him: “This is fucking UNBELIEVABLE! I’ve HAD IT with this bank!!”

Me: “Ok, I’m sorry to hear that. Anything else I can do for you before we disconnect?”

Him: “WHAT IS YOUR NAME? I NEED YOUR NAME. NOW.”

Me: *gives my first name and spells it for him even though it’s a very basic 4 letter name because I’m a bitch*

Him: YOUR LAST NAME.

Me: “We don’t give out anything but our first name for the safety of our employees.”

Him: *insert that condescending, pissed off chuckle middle aged men do when they’re mad here* “Well I’ll tell you what (My Name), when I close this account and pull my MILLIONS OF DOLLARS out of (bank name) and they ask me why, I’ll make sure to tell them that it’s (My Name)’s fault. And I will see to it that you won’t be able to get another job outside of the minimum wage fast food job or whatever you had before this. How does that sound?”

Me: “Sounds great. Now seeing as how this conversation is no longer productive or professional and threats are being made, I’ll be terminating the call, have a nice day.”

Him: “DO NOT HANG UP O-“

Me: *click*

And that’s how making rich, powerful men rage-cry became my new favorite hobby. Thankfully, I haven’t gotten any feedback on that call; not that I would, seeing as how I did my job exactly how I was supposed to. Anyways I hope I’m his 13th reason. ❤️

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i watched spto and i'm down bad for matthew patel now so uh- can i request platonic matthew patel x reader where reader works at gman media and they become friends with him after he realizes just how out of his depth running the place and just like breaks down to the nearest person that he has no idea what he's doing?

Oufh I gotta admit the same thing-

......

Being a custodian at G-Man Media certainly wasn't the job you hoped for, but at least it was a job that paid well...better than anything McDonalds could have provided.

And of course, that's only because it used to be run by gazillionaire Gideon Graves.

Yes. Used to.

There was a huge change in management that literally happened overnight--as your boss was defeated in battle by Matthew Patel, and he became the CEO of pretty much everything the former had.

The two record labels, fourteen animal shelters, movie studio, etc. etc. were now all his for the taking.

Never in a million years would you imagine that this theater-obsessed punk who was Ramona's first evil ex-boyfriend would be able to overthrow the G-Man himself.....and yet he won.

Of course, the aforementioned battle they had resulted in some serious damages and a lot of repairs having to be done in several rooms and floors. But if anything you were just relieved Matthew chose to disband the League of Evil Exes. You didn't have to clean up all their messes or fix anything Luke, Todd, or the twins' robot might have broken.

Even better was that Gideon wasn't around to nitpick at every little thing anymore.

That was a huge upside for you.

On the downside, however...your new boss was somehow both better and worse than him.

Matthew was thrown into such a tough role so quickly, and while he seemingly had everything under control with his demon hipster chicks becoming his agents.....sometimes he just looked lost.

Sure, he seemed to like shouting out orders and getting escorts in fancy helicopters, but when it came down to actual business stuff, he kept asking his employees about different things--even painfully obvious things.

You've never talked to him much even before this, although you usually keep to yourself and don't really speak unless spoken to. But you can tell he's struggling to maintain his image.

Still, you don't wanna say anything that might anger him or get you fired.

And besides, he had mystical powers that were ten times cooler than anything Gideon ever had, so pissing him off would be most unwise.

.......

It's late in the evening when you're heading to your final stop before getting to go home: Matthew's office.

He didn't say anything in particular had to be repaired, although you figured there was no harm in double-checking things. For all you know, the TV's wiring might need to be fixed or a screw in the table might've come loose.

Hopefully he didn't mind. You're usually in and out of there by the time he returns from whatever business trip he attended.

Yet upon entering his office, you stood in your tracks upon seeing that he was there, sitting all alone....apparently brooding and monologuing to himself. You were used to seeing him doing that sort of thing.

But this time something seemed...off.

Even his demon agents were concerned and looked grateful you showed up, immediately stepping aside so you could walk in further, hearing his mumbling become more coherent.

"What am I doing with my life? This isn't what I went to college for..."

"Mr. Patel, sir?" You called out cautiously. "Is everything okay?"

"....no, actually. Everything is NOT okay!" Slamming his hands onto the table, he stared up at you from across the table, taking a moment to identify you. You could see how exhausted and bloodshot his eyes were, along with his eyeliner looking more smudged. "You're the custodian, right...[y/n], was it?"

You blinked, surprised he remembered your name. "Correct. I was just-"

"Look, [y/n]..I've been feeling really awful lately and I just need to....get some stuff off my chest. And since you're the only one here right now, you get to listen to me." He then pointed to a chair near him. "Sit, and don't you dare tell anyone what we've discussed, capiche?"

Even though the clock was ticking close to the time you went home, concern over your boss' mental stability took priority over everything else at that moment. So you listened to his demand and took a seat, remaining silent and patient.

As Matthew slumped back into his chair, his whole expression shifted into one of sadness, as though he just lost his best friend. "I'm....not cut out for this job..." He confessed. "This isn't what I envisioned myself doing."

"I imagine it's been difficult. But for the record, you've only been doing this for-"

"I've already lost this company billions of dollars."

You blinked. "Billions, sir?"

"Yes, billions! You know, I-I only defeated Gideon Graves in battle because he would have taken my life if he won. And for a while it felt good to have all of his fame and fortune.......but now it....i-it just sucks! The paperwork never stops, I can barely catch a break, I don't know any of the computer passwords, and I don't even like wearing this stupid suit!!" Laying his head on the table, he banged his fist against it, choking back tears. "I'm a theater major..not a business major, damn it!"

'Poor Matthew..' You frowned slightly. "If all of this is so overwhelming, maybe you could-"

"No." He quickly sat up, his face darkening with a deep scowl. "I am NOT giving anything back to that lying scumbag! Besides, we have a legally binding contract that states all his properties are mine! That means permanently! Forever!"

"My apologies, sir..i-it was only a suggestion." You put your hands up, feeling tense especially as his demons were now frowning at you. "I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately...and there's no shame in admitting that."

Matthew blinked. "You've noticed?"

"I have." You nodded. "I mean..a lot of people go to college for one thing and suddenly wind up in an entirely different field. I know my opinion may not matter much, but...I think you're doing a great job despite your lack of experience."

He shrunk back, no longer looking angry but rather...guilty?

"Thank you.." He sighed. "I'm sorry for never saying this, but you've been a huge help cleaning up after all our messes when we had the League of Evil Exes. So..you better give yourself a little credit, too."

Now it was your turn to be flattered, as you smiled and chuckled. "Thank you, Mr. Patel. I appreciate that."

"Uh-huh..and there's something else, too.."

"And what would that be?"

"....I only refuse to throw in the towel because this company can give me the funds necessary to make the Scott Pilgrim musical a reality." He confessed.

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. "A musical based off of that guy you killed?"

"Yes. But apparently he's alive. Ramona told me."

"....I see-"

"BUT as soon as the production takes off, I may or may not return some of Gideon's empire to him. I'm sure that asshole is scheming to reclaim it as we speak..." He grumbled, his attitude turning sour again.

You thought about what you could say to cheer him up without patronizing him...but fortunately that wasn't too hard to figure out.

"I wouldn't worry about him. May I ask who you'll be starring as in the musical?" You rested your arms on the table, smirking as you saw the way Matthew's eyes lit up.

"Why, of course!" With a wide grin, he jumped up onto the table, dramatically posing. "I will be the main character: Scott Pilgrim!! I vow to delight and entertain people everywhere!" He laughed, before he stopped and stared down at you. "[Y/n], may I show you a presentation of my many one-man shows? They've all prepared me for this moment and I'd love your opinion on them."

"Sure." Shrugging, you smiled and leaned back in your seat. "I'm getting paid overtime for this, right?"

His face fell flat. "...I'm supposed to give you guys overtime?"

"Well...Gideon never did, but--nevermind." You shook your head. "You can roll the footage."

His grin returned as he snapped his fingers, causing the room to darken and the TV to come to life, showing off one of his many recorded performances.

It was a two hour long video, but entertaining nonetheless. You recognized a lot of the songs and were impressed by all his method acting.

It's no wonder he made such a convincing CEO.

After that, he finally allowed you to go home with a promise to give you overtime....although not before he exchanged phone numbers with you as thanks for being his unofficial therapist for the day.

He claims it's so he can update you on the musical's progress and "other business stuff", as he put it.

But he kept calling you on your days off to talk, insisting you referred to him as Matthew instead. "Mr. Patel" was slowly starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth.

You didn't mind it, though.

At this point, you accepted the fact that you became your boss' first (and possibly only) friend.

Maybe after he surrenders the G-Man empire for good, that friendship can continue.

#clanask #anonymous #scott pilgrim x reader #scott pilgrim takes off x reader #spto x reader #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #platonic

[fictionadventurer]

Time to talk about James Garfield! He's nearly forgotten today because his presidency was cut so short, but he might be one of the biggest over-achievers ever to reach the White House, and I'm overdue to tell you about his life story.

James Garfield, like Lincoln, came from a dirt poor background. Pretty sure he was the last president to be born in a log cabin. His father was a farmer who died when he was three years old, leaving him in the care of a mother and older brother who doted on him. They recognized that he was smart and wanted him to make something of himself, but young James had read a few too many books that romanticized life at sea, so at sixteen he ran away from home to get the closest possible version of that experience that he could manage--working on a boat in the Erie Canal. He came back home within a few months because he nearly drowned, and by then, his mother and brother had scraped up enough money for him to go to school.

After high school, he went to a prep school where he worked as a janitor to pay for his tuition. At least, for the first year. By his second year, the school decided to hire him to teach six classes! And later added two more because he was so popular! While he was still attending the school as a student, mind you! He went to college, became the principal of his old prep school, studied for the bar and became a lawyer, got involved in state politics, and then left to go serve in the Civil War, where he became the youngest-ever major general. Then his friends asked him to run for the US House of Representatives, and even though he refused to leave the army to go campaign, he won the election. Then he did leave the army to join the House, where he served eight terms.

Which brings us to the 1880 presidential election. Which was an absolutely wild and crazy political battle within the Republican Party. The big issue was civil service reform. Up to this point, all federal employees were appointed by the ruling president's party--it was called the spoils system, because "to the victor go the spoils." The president (or whoever he gave hiring power to) could appoint whoever he wanted to any government position, regardless of whether or not the person had any relevant experience. By the 1870s, this system had become a cesspool of corruption and cronyism, but the Republicans were split on the need for reform. On one side, you had the Stalwarts, who wanted to continue with business as usual. On the other side were the Half-Breeds, who wanted to replace the spoils system with a merit-based system where employees would have to meet certain education or experience requirements to get the job, which they could then stay in regardless of which party was in power.

Anyway, when it came time to choose the presidential candidate, the battle got ugly. On one side, you had Senator Roscoe Conkling of New York, a political boss who maintained his power through the spoils system, who was there to nominate Ulysses S. Grant to a third term. On the other side, you had James G. Blaine (the Magnetic Man from Maine), a Half-Breed who'd been Conkling's archnemesis ever since he called him out on the Senate floor as a seedy, ruthless villain.

James Garfield had no interest in being president; he'd seen too many of his friends (including James Blaine) get their principles warped by their obsession with the presidency, and he wanted to stay well away from all that. He was there to nominate John Sherman (younger brother of a certain famous Civil War general). Sherman, for his part, knew that Garfield was the more popular politician from Ohio, and hoped to neutralize him as a potential competitor by asking him to give the nominating speech.

So anyhow, at the nominating convention, Conkling gives this rousing speech in support of Grant that has the crowd going wild. There’s no way Garfield's going to be able to follow that. So what he does is look at the crowd and calmly talk to them about how there may be a lot of noise and emotion here today, but this isn't where the election is going to be won. Votes are going to be cast by ordinary Americans living on their homes and farms with their families, and they need to know that there's someone who can serve their interests in the White House. The crowd is spellbound. Garfield then asks them, "What do we want?" To Garfield's horror, one guy yells out, "We want Garfield!"

Garfield made it clear he was there to nominate Sherman, and finished his speech. Then the voting began. Round after round after round of voting, with no one candidate getting enough votes to win the nomination. Garfield got one vote in the third round. In the thirty-fourth round, he suddenly got seventeen votes, as delegates desperate to escape the gridlock decided to throw some votes behind a different name. Garfield stood to protest, saying that no one had the right to vote for him since he hadn't consented to be nominated, but the president of the convention, who secretly liked Garfield more than any of the other candidates, told him to sit down.

By the thirty-sixth vote, Garfield won the nomination. He reluctantly accepted.

When Garfield won the presidential election, it was the first time since the Civil War that a president had been elected who had support in both the North and South. Garfield was seen as a man of the people, living proof of the American dream that any man, no matter how lowly, could one day rise to become president. As Garfield rode in the carriage toward the White House for his inauguration, a man in the crowd yelled out, "Low bridge!" as a reference to Garfield's now-legendary past as a canal worker; Garfield grinned, took off his hat, and ducked.

Once he became president, Garfield became embroiled in the war over civil service reform. Since it hadn't been reformed, he had a constant stream of office-seekers coming to beg for appointments to federal positions, and a lot of federal positions that needed to be filled. His archnemesis was Roscoe Conkling; Garfield was determined to enact civil service reform, and Conkling wanted to do all in his power to prevent it. Conkling forced Stalwart members of Garfield's Cabinet to resign, and he went to war with Garfield over the filling of federal positions.

And that's an interesting story, but the more important part of the battle was with another person entirely, who Garfield had never met. Charles Guiteau was a madman with a checkered past, who'd been involved in strange sex cults and in running various scams--mostly running out on rent payments. During Garfield's election, he gave one speech in support of Garfield to a tiny crowd, and Guiteau, in his delusion, thought that under the spoils system, this entitled him to a reward. He wanted to be a foreign ambassador, and he came to the White House every day seeking a meeting with someone who could give him the job. He was mostly stopped by Garfield's secretary, and his attempts to get help from the vice president and various Cabinet members also failed.

At last, Guiteau became frustrated, and decided that the only thing to do was kill Garfield. God wanted to maintain the spoils system, he thought, and the only way to do that was to get the reform-minded Garfield out of the way so the spoils system advocate Chester Arthur could be president. Guiteau tracked the president to a couple of spots in Washington, but always found a reason not to take a shot.

But on July 2, 1881, when Garfield was at a Washington train station, Guiteau shot him in the back. The bullet went past Garfield's spine and lodged in his pancreas. Robert Lincoln--who happened to be traveling with Garfield--secured the services of the doctor who had treated his father. The wound was examined--the doctor poking unsterilized fingers into the bullet hole--and Garfield was transferred back to the White House for treatment.

If the bullet had been left alone, Garfield would most likely have made a full recovery--nothing about the wound was fatal. Unfortunately, he was president of the United States, and doctors were determined to give him intense medical care--which meant that he died through medical malpractice. The head doctor thought these new-fangled ideas about "germs" and "sterile procedure" were conspiracy theories, and certainly not worth the extra work of sterilizing everything. The wound was repeatedly probed with fingers and unsterilized instruments, which led to a massive infection that spread through Garfield's whole body.

Alexander Graham Bell invented a medical detector to locate the bullet; it would have worked, but Garfield's doctors--convinced they knew the path the bullet had taken--only allowed Bell to scan the right side of Garfield's body--and the bullet was on the left.

Garfield was unable to keep down solid food. He dropped from 210 lbs to 130 lbs. Massive pockets of pus formed throughout his body. He was literally rotting from the inside. Yet by all accounts, Garfield remained cheerful and kind to everyone who cared for him.

Garfield was a healthy fifty-year-old man, and he rallied a few times, but he wasn't able to overcome the infection. The heat and humidity of Washington only made it worse. An air-conditioning device was invented and installed to keep the room cool, but at the beginning of September, the decision was made to transfer Garfield to a house at the New Jersey seaside, in the hopes that the cool sea breezes could aid his recovery.

Garfield left Washington on September 6. A special train line was constructed that took him right up to the door of the house; when the train got stuck on the final hill, a crowd of hundreds that had gathered in support of the president worked together to push it to the top. Garfield's final few days were spent in the pleasant seaside atmosphere, but it was of no use. Garfield died on September 19, 1881. The country plunged into mourning--this president with so much promise, this man of the people, was dead, only six months into his presidency.

That short term means that Garfield is mostly skipped over in American history classes today, but he absolutely should not be. His rise from poverty to the White House is inspiring, and his death is tragic. There is so much to his story, and it's a shame that it gets shuffled aside in the grand sweep of American history.

#history is awesome #presidential talk #i know i've talked about a good chunk of this before #and i've gone on rather too much at length here #but i wanted to post something for the anniversary of his death #and added in a few more details than necessary to make up for the fact that i'm repeating a bunch here #(i just had to include the 'low bridge' story because before that point he was kind of rubbing me the wrong way) #(he's just a little *too much*) #(but that anecdote was the point where i started to like him)

[penvisions]

garnish {chapter 2}

Pairing: Head Chef! Joel Miller x Bartender! Reader

Summary: Joel can't seem to make up his mind when it comes to you: one minute he's kind and thoughtful, the next he's cruel and cutting off your every word. You're just trying to keep your head above water, work becoming something that is not so simple anymore.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: pining, mutual pining, masturbation, mention of sex toys, use of sex toys, use of recreational drugs, marijauna, joel is a meanie in this, power dynamics, degrading talk, age gap (reader is late 20's, Joel in his 40s)

A/N: diving full force into this story while i'm trying to navigate finding jobs to apply to and calls to places i'm interested it. hopefully this chapter is received as well as the first! please let me know what y'all think!

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It had been a hectic two weeks of prepping before your normal bartending shifts.

There had been application posted to fill the position of the sandwich station worker who had called out all those days ago and then just never returned. But in the meantime you had been given the opportunity to prep the station for whoever would be manning it while Joel took over the main hot station that did a majority of the heavier cooking for the entrees as well as the garnishing before plates were deemed ready to go out onto the floor.

Everyone in the kitchen seemed to be under the impression that without a dishwasher until the service began and that it would be a collective effort to keep them in line and working through the washer and then added to the drying rack.

Except for yours.

The items you used and transferred out in the station were left in the bus tubs lining the intake area of the dish pit. You didn’t let it get to you, used to having to keep up with glasses and garnish cambros with the steady if not hectic business of the place. You were in the middle of rinsing out a giant bane when someone placed their own beside you directly in the dish pit and it knocked the ones in your hand enough to cause the spray of the nozzle to wash over you.

You cursed under your breath as it doused you from head to waist. It was a cold shock and you frowned as you continued to get the dishes from your prep cleaned and dried. As soon as it was all set and you double checked everything for the station’s workers for the night, you walked over to where the employee lockers were.

Thoughts of how things had been going overall swirling in your mind as you made your way over to the shared space at the back of the kitchen. Eyes followed you sometimes, people aware of the weird dynamic of someone working both front of house and in the kitchen. But people were outwardly friendly with you still, no animosity other than the business with the dishes. Joel’s eyes often caught your own as he handled his own prep and went about his supervision of things going the way they need to for him to run his kitchen. He would tackle the dishes every so often as well, telling people to line them up if he was able to spend time in the dish pit. Casual conversation were still an occurrence, more so now that you were in the kitchen with people you often talked to through the expo line and the width of the bar top. It was something that just wasn’t worth bringing up and potentially change the easy going dynamic that had been set.

You untied your apron, a black thing with a simple floral pattern that wasn’t really allowed as it didn’t match the uniform of the kitchen staff. But it had been allowed as it was a custom with your name stitched on the front pocket and the one you used to set up the bar. You tossed it into your locker, also labeled with your name, and moved to peel the wet black long sleeve you had worn for the day. Underneath it was a dark heather gray tank top that was lined with lace on the neckline, paired with black denim pants. Your belt was a little kitschy, the buckle a silver metal heart.

You were too preoccupied digging around in your locker for replacement to notice that someone else had come into the locker room. When you made a triumphant sound at finding another shirt, you pulled it out quickly only to come face to face with Joel.

“Oh!” You startled, feet taking you a few quick steps back, or they would’ve if you hadn’t been jammed in the middle of your back by the open locker door. The fabric fell from your hands as you exclaimed again in pain. “Oh, fuck!”

Expletives rained down from your mouth, some in English and some in Spanish, your mind getting tangled as you tried to deal with the pain.

You braced your hands on your knees and leaned down a little, trying to stretch the sharp pain out of your throbbing back before it could cramp and get worse. It was the wrong move as Joel had just leaned down himself to pick up the dropped shirt and your chest was practically in his face. The cleavage from your tank top allowed him an eyeful and he caught sight of the rose-colored bra that you had picked out that morning. He quickly stood back up and shoved the shirt back into your open locker and left the room as quickly as he had come in.

You straightened back up as well and felt the heat rush to your face as you realized what had just happened.

The rest of the shift went by well enough, though you had to be careful with twisting and maneuvering a little more than normal to avoid twinging your sore back. You were sure there was a large bruise that had bloomed to life on the skin but wouldn’t be able to tell for sure until you were home. The restaurant had closed, the last customers were walking out as you began to break down the bar.

You had all the mats in the washer and had started to replace bottles you had grabbed from the shelves lining the back of the bar above the small counter. A particularly full bottle of pomegranate liquor was a hard reach for you and your back spasmed with the effort to reach the middle shelf. Losing your grip on the bottle, you braced yourself for it to fall but a large hand was catching it by the middle before it could lose too much air and placed it atop the shelf for you.

You turned to see Joel standing unnervingly close, his body was a warm line beside you, his chest practically pressing up against your side as he had swooped in to save you from dropping the bottle completely.

“Would hate for it to have gone to waste.” Was all he said as he stood back, his hands resting atop both counters that made up your area, effectively blocking the entrance as he took up the space with his broad form. He watched you as you continued to put bottles away and placing stoppers the ones in the well, wiping them all down with a clean sanitizer rag as you did so. When you got to a good scotch that you had taken weeks picking out, you picked up two rocks classes and filled them with two fingers of the amber liquor each, you slid one over to him. He regarded you as he took a drink from it. His plush lips pressing against the glass in a tantalizing way despite the casualness of the action. “You didn’t eat anythin’ tonight.”

“No, I didn’t have much time. My barback called out and it was just me mixin’ and runnin’.” You explained as you took a sip from your own glass. His eyes traced the movement of the glass much like you had done with his own as he took a drink. Your fingers were adorned with a new coat of dip, having allowed them to grow out a bit and treat yourself to the splurge. The dark green of them adorned with small golden stars must’ve caught his eye as they glinted in the soft lighting of the dining room.

“Could’ve put in a takeout order to have something sent over. I woulda comped it for ya.”

“I’ll just have something when I get home.” You set your glass down on the back shelf, by the register and out of reaching hands should another employee come looking for a post shift treat. You had already made a last call for everyone, some people taking you up on it.

“It’s late.”

“Yeah, but I need to study anyway, so it’ll be okay.”

“Study?”

“I’ve got a midterm tomorrow. I’ll be up for a bit.”

“Didn’t know you were in school.” Behind the casual curiosity you could see a worry about your age, as did everyone when you mentioned school. But the reality was that you had taken a few years off to focus on family and get some personal things straightened out before returning.

“Hmm,” You absently responded as you wrapped up the tops of the squeeze bottles with cling wrap and gathered them in a large storage basin to put in one of the many coolers beneath the bar. “Only part time, graduate this fall.”

“Lemme make you somethin’ to take home.”

It wasn’t a question, but a statement. You looked up from where you were now loading the guards for the drains that lined the bar top. Pausing as you had moved to put something into the washer on the other side of the space. Taken aback by the shift in his tone from casual to one he would adapt on the line.

“Oh, no, it’s okay, chef. Really.”

“Chicken or beef?”

“Chef, really, it’s okay.”

“Joel’s fine, darlin’. Chicken or beef?”

“You know, this is the most we’ve ever talked.” He didn’t take the bait, the comment a distraction from his attempt. The last sip of your own drink was quickly downed, and you turned to face away from him as you placed your own glass in the washer. When you turned back around, his eyes were still on you. There was a slight glint to them, something you couldn’t quite make out, but it had you crumbling all the same.

“…beef, please.” You sighed, rubbing your hand over the small of your back. A shy smile taking over your lips as you tried to avoid meeting his eyes with your own. The glass he still held in his hand was knocked back, the remaining liquor downed in a single swig and he was stepping into your space to load it into the open dishwasher. His arm brushed against yours and you felt your face heat up at the proximity.

“Comin’ right up.”

“Lemme know what you think,” He placed one hand on the hood of your truck, the other on the side of the open door and leaned inside the cab a bit. The scent of him filled the space, winning out over the dying air freshener you had yet to replace out of sheer laziness. His cologne was faint after a long shift but the cedar undertones of it were heady as they filled your nose. His lips were suddenly brushing the apple of your cheek, the contact brief. “Good luck on that midterm, see ya tomorrow.”

He took your shocked stillness as a sign to close the door, a smug grin taking over his features as he did so. You watched him through the glass of your window as he walked back to the building, turning to look at you once more with a wink before he disappeared inside.

You sat there for far too long, willing your heartrate back down before you turned the engine and took off toward home. For most of the drive, you found yourself pressing a hand to the skin his lips had touched and glancing over at the two takeout boxes he had secured in a tied-up plastic bag.

The campus was crowded, so incredibly crowded. You had to circle the various parking lots three times over before you were able to snag a spot. The sound of the truck door was loud as you pushed it closed and locked it up before rushing towards the main buildings. You were nearly late, but had just made it down the hall and could see the open door as the time for the beginning of class displayed on the small watch you had adorned today. You had actually been able to dress like normal, only going into the bar later to do inventory and place an order before your day off tomorrow and next. A little break, the manager had said, to help you relax after summer midterms.

Fall was around the corner in a few months and you needed to get things lined up and ready for the menu change that staff meeting had been about a few weeks ago. The skirt of your sundress, black patterned with sunflowers, swirled up as you rushed through the door and turned to take the first seat that was open. Your short sleeves not allowing you much warmth in the colder air of the classroom. As you sat, you pulled out a mustard cardigan and shrugged it on. You felt eyes track your figure as you had walked the entire length of the classroom to the back and took a seat in the back row and plopped down. The shift to the air of the building wasn’t the only reason you decided to don your little sweater, fingers shaking slightly as you buttoned it up completely.

“Alright, now that everyone is here,” The professor offered you a kind smile as they spoke, shutting the door and locking it to prevent anyone from entering from the outside. “Let’s tackle the exciting world of biological evolution.”

An hour and a half later, your hand cramping from writing so fast to catch your thoughts and theories down into tangible words, you turned in your small, stapled packet. You were one of the last ones in the class, everyone else rushing off to enjoy the rest of their day, thankful that class wasn’t running the typical three hours and taking advantage of the early hour before noon. Fingers brushed against your own as the professor reached out to take the paper from you. You felt a jolt of anxiety race up your spine and you offered a weak smile before taking your leave.

Your smaller sized backpack was placed in the heightened bar seat beside you. The laptop you bought for school last year open and glowing in front of you with the white blankness that was the ordering screen for the company the restaurant preferred to use. It was early, only Joel in the kitchen for early prep due to a lot of reservations and the manager doing the same as you, taking inventory before placing orders.

You looked over your notes, unsure of what you had scrawled down on one page, but it didn’t seem to matter. It was about the lamb special, something that Joel was still working on. Uncrossing your legs, you hopped down from the stool you had been sat it for far too long. The tingling of blood flow returning to your legs had you walking stiffly toward the kitchen, the thump of your healed boots louder than normal on the floor of the dining room as you crossed the space. Your hair was down, the scent of your shampoo calming you as you approached the door.

Thoughts of the man just on the other side of the door had plagued you all night. You tried to fight a heat that threatened to rise as you recalled the way you had called out his name in a loud whimper when you had come undone with the help of your vibrator. It had been all encompassing, recalling the heat of him as he had stood close to you and roped you into allowing him to cook for you after close, the brush of his warm skin along your arm, the plush give of his lips as he had leaned in to touch them to your cheek. The care he had put into the food he prepared for you, enough for dinner and lunch today if you hadn’t gotten so high and gave into the desires of your stomach and cunt so easily.

Taking a deep breath to settle your nerves, you pushed open the swing door, your nails clinking softly on the dark metal. As you crossed the threshold, Joel’s eyes snapped up from where he was on the line. You were suddenly self-conscious of the dress you were wearing, cardigan laid over the back of your stool at the bar.

“Chef, I had a few questions about the special. I know we went over it at the meeting but-“ The words cut off in your throat as you looked up to see his eyes hard and heavy on you. He had only glanced at you before looking back down at what he was doing but it seemed his attention was focused solely on you now and it made you squirm after the awkward morning you had had.  Maybe he was upset about food safety, your hair was down, and the dress had rather short sleeves and low cut. “Oh, I have a sweater I can put on and a hair tie if you’re worried about food safety.”

“No.” It was quick, the word flying from his lips and followed by the sound of him clearing his throat rather harshly. You could practically feel the heat of his gaze in the metal of the necklace around your neck, the simple chain reacting to his eyes on you much like your skin was. His next words weren’t as harsh as that first one. “No, don’t worry about that, should be fine.”

“Um, okay.” Fingers wringing around each other, you took another couple of steps into the kitchen, closer to the expo line you were peering at him through. “Did-did you decide on the balsamic for the fall special?

“Testing it out today, want to help?”

“Oh, oh no, I couldn’t!” You put a hand on the empty space of the expo line, nails clinking as you did so, and the sound drew his attention to it. You worried he was going to tell you to remove them before your next shift. But he had seen them yesterday and not said anything. “It’s your kitchen, I don’t want to intrude on prep time when I’m not even on schedule.”

“You’re here off the clock?”

“No, I clocked in, but it was…supposed to be my day off. Mary- she gave me the weekend off to relax after midterms.”

He didn’t say anything, his eyes going over your attire again in a sweeping gaze. The way your chest was slightly pushed up as you leaned against the slightly higher counter. His gaze moved back to what he was doing, out of your line of sight.

“Hop back here and we can figure it out together.”

“I-I can’t, really, I’m just here to do the order.” You didn’t want to turn down the offer, something he wasn’t keen to hand out to people in the kitchen let alone anyone else. But his close proximity was a heady thought and your body hummed with the prospect of being behind the line with him. It was dangerous, a line that shouldn’t be crossed and he was sending you such inviting signals. You didn’t need gossip to start, focused on you and how you seemed to soften the man in charge of the kitchen though you hadn’t really done anything.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

“Chef-“

“Joel, thought I told you to cut that chef crap out?” His lips twitched up slightly, the hint of a dimple appearing in his right cheek through the scruff along his face. You closed your eyes in a long blink as you felt a pulse of desire underneath your dress. He was so enamoring, the hint of his true personality peeking through the work persona he took on, or maybe just another facet of the man who you couldn’t seem to get out of your head.

“Joel, I can’t. I have stuff to do today after the order. I’m sorry, I’m not trying to offend you but it’s-“

The openness of his expression and the light behind his eyes dulled, slipping back to the normal emotionless one he wore when service started.

“Got it,” His hands became rough with what he was doing, and you realized he had been chopping up the brussels and sweet potatoes you were asking after. The knife was making a fast-snicking sound as his eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him, his focus on the task at hand. His voice had lost the jovial tone he had taken up, now rough and no nonsense. “Balsamic will most likely be a glaze thrown on before they roast.”

“Heard, chef.” You found yourself pushing off the expo line, feeling small, and made your way back into the dining room. Quickly shutting the laptop, not bothering to wait for it to save anything or power down, you shoved it into your bag along with your cardigan. You swiped your keys off of the counter beside the glass of water you had poured for yourself and took hurried steps toward the entrance. You scrambled for the handle of the door and pushed it harder than necessary, tears springing up in your eyes at the thought of confrontation as you heard the kitchen door swing open.

Heavy, even footsteps through the dining room had you forgetting to lock the door back up and you were throwing your bag into the passenger seat of your truck parked on the curb, having been told you could do so since the place wasn’t due to open until regular hours. The sound of your driver’s side door slamming was loud even to you as you jammed the keys into the ignition and the engine roared to life.

You didn’t spare a glance up at the outline of Joel standing on the curb you could see out of your peripheral, jerking the gear shift into drive and taking off with a sob bubbling up from your chest. His signals were so confusing, making it hard to figure out how to act around him. Work was supposed to be work, easy. Clock in, prep, make drinks, clean, clock out. Not this mental game of gymnastics with a man who seemed to warm up to you one second and then ice you out the next.

You were called early Sunday morning by an apologetic Mary. Saying that the bartender on shift for the brunch service had called out. You calmed her down, knowing it would be good to get the hours and tips and said you would be there in time to open the bar. Brunch was an earlier ordeal, the only day that the restaurant wasn’t open for dinner service. An easy shift, only a few hours between nine and three. A baby shift, and you would have the opportunity to order something sweet to go. A treat to enjoy on the couch with a dumb comedy playing on the screen of your living room.

The service went by quickly, jugs of orange juice and bottles of champagne piling up in your trash bin in a whirlwind of orders. Mimosas were easy money, strawberry syrup an easy upcharge to get people excited about. You had spilled tomato juice on your apron earlier and the cloying acidity was making waves of nausea roll in your stomach every time you caught a whiff of it. Things were winding down with only an hour and a half left of service. Another forty-five for kitchen orders, but you would be pouring until about ten minutes to close. You rang in a to go order of French toast and a side of scrambled eggs.

You had forgotten all about it until you were wrapping up the takeout order of someone at the bar, realizing yours had never made it over to you at the bar. It wasn’t as if you were about to eat it during service but still, it would’ve been nice to close everything down and have it ready to grab on your way out the front door.

You locked the door for the customer as you followed them to the front door. The last of the day and turned the lock after they safely across the public parking lot. With a sigh you turned toward the kitchen and braced yourself to interact with the man who had weaved his way into every one of your thoughts.

He had been professional throughout the shift, allowing you to pass clearance on dishes that needed to be run when you had come back to check on the lag created by servers flooding the sparse kitchen with orders. Allowing you the ability to do so as he always had done.

“Um, chef?” His eyes snapped to you for barely a second before he went back to gathering the stuff he needed to clean the grill. He made a grunt of acknowledgement to show he heard you. “I was wondering if my ticket was ready? I put it in before the cut off but-“

“We sold the par for what you ordered. Didn’t have enough for it.” His back tensed as he raised a hand to pour a good drizzle of oil over the entirety of the grill, grill brick ready in his other hand. The black gloves looked tight over his knuckles, like he was tense.

“Oh, um, okay.” You shuffled on your feet, aware of the two other cooks glancing between you both at the interaction. They were busy wrapping things and storing them into their respective stations, gathering dishes and things that needed to be washed. A grumble from your stomach urged your next question, too tired to attempt grocery shopping or cooking yourself. “Is-is there anything I can swap it out for?”

“We’re already shut down, can’t you see me cleaning the grill?” He turned around, items still in his grip as he finally faced you head on. “Shoulda come and checked before service closed. It ain’t my job to look after mistakes made by the front of house.”

The heat climbing up your face startled you, shame bubbling up alongside embarrassment. But you ignored it as your teeth ground against each other with the pressure of your jaw clenching. Eyes flicking over the items on the line in front of you. There was plenty he could throw together for you; he just didn’t want to. You nodded once before speaking in an even, professional tone. Your own mask falling into place.

“Apologies chef, it won’t happen again.”

You tried not to let the whispered words of the other two cooks hurt too much as you moved through the door. The two of them followed slightly as they came out from the line and made their way over to the dish pit.

“I thought I saw a second tray prepped in the walk in.”

“Me too, she must’ve done something to piss him off.”

You wallowed on the couch until late, the brightness of the screen playing across your blank face, eyes not really seeing the movie playing across the screen.

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#dev writes #fic: garnish #tlou #tlou fic #tlou fanfic #tlou au #the last of us #the last of us au #restaurant au #chef! joel miller #head chef! joel miller #bartender! reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfic #head chef! joel miller x bartender! reader #restaurant industry #food industry #drug use #recreational drug use #alcohol consumption #mean joel miller #angst #joel miller

[anonymouspuzzler]

As a humble connoisseur of the Psychic 7 I'm curious if u have any headcanons for them ur particularly fond of, esp if maybe its something youve never rly seen other ppl hc/talk about (tho well agreed upon hcs are also the bees knees)

OH BABY LET'S HAVE A THINK I'LL TRY TO BRAIN A SOMETHIN FOR ALL THOSE WONDERFUL OLD PEOPLE. under cut for length and spoilers

Otto: I'm so with everyone who's like "oh he's so sus and fucked up wait no actually he's normal wait no he's so fucked up". I think his brain is probably a mess but like in a way where he's able to function from day to day. I feel like maybe he's also the kind of guy who like... how to put it. He sometimes has a hard time remembering that just because he's passionate about and invested in something, doesn't mean everyone else around him is going to be equally as passionate and invested. (Especially after the Psychic 7 started splitting apart and having their own issues - hard to pull him back down to earth when you're too busy having your own breakdown.) I also really like the idea of him being at least part-Grulovian and having met Lucy when they were much younger, hence being in contact with her when they started the Psychonauts.

Ford: That man bi and he and Otto are Divorced (they never married) (they barely dated) (they're divorced) (they're still dating). Now that I write it out I think maybe he only had pretty casual relationships until Lucy. It feels like she was maybe the first and last person he really considered Settling Down with - all the more reason for him to be hit so hard by losin' her. I also love the idea of him eventually trying to become a mentor to Frazie, specifically because she seems to have teleportation powers and I feel like he'd want to hand down his unique power and help her refine that, which would be funny because she seems to resent him more than any of the other Aquatos.

Bob: I always interpret him as having lived in the Gulch before the Psychonauts were even a thing - that was just his family home, eventually Ford and Otto and Lucy moved in, he started talking to them and that was that. (I think it'd be funny if he was like, their local food supplier when they started crashing in the woods, he just kinda knew them as regulars who'd buy a crate or two of veggies every week or so, and eventually he and Otto got to talking and what the fuck Otto realizes he's a psychic and the rest is history.) I also really like the idea of Truman visiting him in the Gulch a lot growing up - this is a bit of a tangent but I like the idea of Truman pushing to found Whispering Rock and/or the Intern program when he became Grand Head specifically because of his fond memories of visiting the Gulch and developing his powers under the tutelage of the Psychic 7.

Compton: I really like interpretations where he like - kind of mutually separated from his partner on good terms. (Maybe even did it in part so his Accidental Violent Escapades slash new life in the woods doing psychic research wouldn't have a negative impact on his kid(s).) By the same token this started out halfway as a joke but I like interpreting the lady running the cafeteria at the Motherlobe as his daughter; she's got just the right combo of Sass + Eccentricity plus apparently ferrets at home, and it just feels right to me that Sam would have, like - a parent that's an employee but not an agent, y'know? If that's the case, I feel like she probably had a kinda distant relationship from him growing up (in large part due to him Fucking Off Into The Woods) but made an active effort to reconnect now that she's an adult and especially once she had her own kids.

Helmut: I think the poor guy really missed his calling with the Psychonauts shifting from spy & agent work more towards education (as we see with stuff like Whispering Rock & the Intern program & the apparent interest in kinda training/tutoring the Aquatos post-2). Like, in a world where he didn't get frozen, he'd probably running or at least working at Whispering Rock, putting on big psychic performances with the kiddos. (Granted, he would've had to have make it through the 20 years of spywork, which I think would have been tough for him.) Also I bet Quentin has like an ancient limited-press vinyl of his that sold like, 5 copies, and is Starstruck if he ever meets him and Helmut gets a HUGE kick out of that.

Cassie: LESBIAN!!!!!!!!!!! But ahem anyway where was I. I think one of the things she probably struggled with post-Grulovia (alongside uh. everything else. obviously) was probably, for lack of a better word, the like... legitimization of the Psychonauts? Like, much as she's very sweet and a natural mentor, Cassie's also rough around the edges; very much a do-what-you-gotta, anti-establishment type of gal. (love her for that.) I feel like suddenly having to work with The Government and go through official channels and be all organized and doing paperwork and reports and stuff probably rubbed her the long way and contributed to her feeling like she was getting left behind in the changes.

Lucy: This is all but text but like... I feel like Lucy probably had very mixed feelings about her decision to leave Grulovia. On the one hand, she got out of a place that was actively becoming more dangerous, out of a place where she was lonely and heartbroken after her husband's death, to this great new opportunity to use her powers and make lifelong friend and find a second chance at love with Ford. On the other hand, she had to leave behind a home she'd been in all her life and loved very much, in a time of great turmoil that she clearly feels she should have been able to do more about, and above all leaving behind her beloved sister. I wonder if maybe she tried to convince Marona to emigrate too and couldn't. I wonder if maybe part of what worsened her post-Astrolathe instability and made her suddenly rush back to Grulovia was that unconscious regret about leaving. Ain't no wonder she eventually broke, the poor thing.

#anonymous puzzler answers #long post #cosmignon #psychonauts 2 spoilers #like MAJOR spoilers don't click if you don't want the Major Endgame Stuff spoiled #psychonauts #psychonauts 2

[whiterexpper]

Okay so I completely forgot to mention this, it was brought up in the doodle stream a couple days ago

But

Basically a police au?? Idk what to call it

But

Nevermore is the worlds largest renowned police station, best know for their breaks in crime busts

Deans run it, obviously. They own it actually as it was handed to them on a silver platter

Annabel’s father is the commissioner

High up there, Annabel is being trained to take over his position so she’s also a detective there. She strategically plans out the busts and best ways to take down any crime ring. As much as her father hates it, she deals in homicide cases most of the time

Prospero is her partner, helping her out when he can and since they’re both quite the observant type, they tend to get things done quickly. He and Annabel trust each other to their fullest (at least to him, that’s what he thinks…)

Ada is the newbie wannabe that no one knows how she got the job as detective because she had no clue what to do half the time, if not most. But some think that it’s because Morella convinced Annabel’s father to give her a chance but Morella was responsible for whatever Ada does. And Morella took that burden bc she likes Ada and sees potential.

Montresor was ..a criminal, but he persuaded someone, no one knows who, that he could turn a better leaf for the eyes of God (ew) and show them he’s a better person.

Will followed, he always follows him. But there’s something off about him, everyone treats Will better than Montresor but still pretty bad bc of how he acts..

That’s for their lil fucked up group

But..

They have competition, and no not from another Detective unit.

The misfits are a group of highly trained lil…well, misfits.

Criminals.

And they aren’t caught

It’s impossible to catch them

Because who else but Lenore snagging her family wealth every once in a while for a “business investment” to help the misfits out?

Yeah, lenore has no regrets

Lenore was born into a higher up and was supposed to be by her fathers side to help the Detective unit of Nevermore. Obviously ,,, she had other plans. When she lost her brother she lost complete interest and told her father she’d rather go into business, investing and profiting off of high end businesses.

Whenever she gets caught, she’s very VERY persuasive, and is let go. Because who else but a powerful daughter of a powerful man? Once Lenore’s father get wind of her getting in trouble it’s bad for both them both.

Duke is her right hand, and behind every lock and pick, Duke is the one who is able to get past any and all closed doors. From either dressing up as an employee or squeezing his way through tint cracks and dents, if you want in somewhere, Duke is there for you.

Pluto helps duke out but only to an extent of his knowledge. Pluto can gather any intel anywhere, maps to places, who’s working wheee, how long they worked there. He can get plans digital or on paper. Take your pick he’ll get it for you either way.

Eulalie is with Berenice, they go undercover at whatever places, mostly high end bars or restaurants. Doesn’t matter, they can get in and if they’re questioned, Lenore convinces said person that caught them that they just started..

And on their plans go.

Morella..used to be a part of it, but since she left Lenore has her tracks covered and had duke and Pluto erase any evidence she was apart of their group.

#holy hel #I wrote that w no hésitation #I’ve had this on my mind for a while #nevermore police au #nevermore au #nevermore webtoon #nevermore #webtoon #lenore nevermore #annabel lee nevermore #webtoon nevermore #duke nevermore #pluto nevermore #prospero nevermore #ada nevermore #eulalie nevermore #berenice nevermore #montresor nevermore #will nevermore #morella nevermore

[thekinkyleopard]

Insatiable

Based off a Prompt

A Remi x Levi Non-Canon Snz Fic

Special Geezie Request

LONG

⚠️Content Warning ⚠️

Snz, Mess, Spray, Smut, Rough Sex, Contagion

Author’s Notes: Tis another Geezie request special ya’ll 🥵 This fic was inspired by @victoriablackrose with a slight twist. Levi does not have the fet, Remi does, but Remi is the only one who fits a rich and powerful character who is prone to sick. 🥴 I’m sorry to those of you disappointed by how long this will be but I promise I stuffed it full of good shit and lots of love so please enjoy. 😊🫶🏻

Description:

Remi is a successful autobody shop owner, he worked really hard, and his shop is the absolute best in town, no seriously he's put half his competition in the ground. This is because the wolf expects nothing less than perfection, and competence from his entire team. Five stars on yelp for that very reason. So much as one screw loose and you're going to have to face an irate Remi, something no one wanted to do on any given day.

He ran a tight ship, but he hired the best of the best which meant, his presence in the shop was less and less needed. Financially, they were doing incredible, he was able to maintain what he had to for the business, as well as pay his employees a good wage including benefits, and he could do the thing he loved the most, take care of and spend time with the love of his life, Levi.

This time he'd booked a very special trip for them, it was going to be amazing. He had rented a private Island along the coast of Bora Bora. However, the week before, was proving to be an entire nightmare. Two mechanics called out sick and one had a family emergency, all with plenty of proof to provide the incredibly stressed man. It was fine, his employees needed to take care of themselves now, so they could return when he went on vacation. Fruits of his labor....fruits of his labor.

Surprisingly, he managed walking out of the week alive, though it was leaving him feeling incredibly, burnt out. Like a crispy chicken. However, he was in Bora Bora now, lounging on a beach towel in their own private paradise wonderland with a full staff to wait on them hand and foot.

"Isn't this wonderful?" Levi asked with his face illuminated by the rays of sunshine basking down upon him, enjoying the environmental ambience of ocean waves and gentle breeze.

"This is exactly...Hh'..." suddenly feeling a burdening sting in his nostrils, his throat getting tighter and his chest feeling heavier.

"Rem?" Levi looked over, lifting his sunglasses above his head to get a better glance at him.

"H'TscHU!" The wolf sneezed openly in front of himself, his body lurching forward from his towel, now in a sitting position. "Fuck...snnff” he sniffled, rubbing his nose against the back of his hand.

"Oh no, are you allergic to something out here?" The leopard now suddenly looking around anxiously at any new flowers, or maybe animals that had crossed their path, not even considering his walking virus catcher of a boyfriend may be sick, again. Remi shook his head slowly back and forth suddenly feeling the mind numbing pressure in his cranium forcing itself to the surface.

"N-No...I think it's just...passing through don't worry.." he sighed softly rubbing the sides of his clammy temples.

"O-Okay, honey.." Not entirely believing that for a second as he watched Remi’s features fall into that familiar state of sick he’d seen so many times before. However, running with it anyway, just to see how it would progress. Having SOME faith in the wolf's ability to identify his own needs. "Well, I'm going to grab you some water, and me a cocktail, I'll be right back.." Levi went to stand up before the man gripped his wrist forcing him back down in the space next to him.

"Babe, don't get up, we're here alone, we have staff, raise your hand up...watch," he explained confidently before raising his arm and waving his palm about loosely. In record time, a handsome young man appeared out of nowhere, dressed professionally in a white shirt and black pants, carrying a tray of drinks.

"Good afternoon, Mr. R-Remi and Mr. Levi. M-May I offer you some refreshments?" The man's voice was smooth as silk but shaky with nerves, his smile warm and welcoming. Despite the trembling in his knees from the sheer presence of the business owner.

Remi nodded, "Yes. Water," his voice stoic, his tired emerald orbs gazing lovingly at his sunbathing leopard. He did absolutely adore the way he looked out in the tropics. No shirt, that freckled pale skin in the sunlight distracting him at every turn, and always wearing some sort of colorfully printed pattern swim trunk. Absolutely tasteful...and he was going to get a taste, full.

"Of course, sir." The man handed him a glass of water with a shaking and nervous hand, snapping Remi straight back into reality, taking it, he shook his head gently, the server now turning to Levi.

"And for you, sir?" clearing his throat before hand, extra emphasis on the respect towards the scarier man's date. Suspecting instinctively it wouldn't go well for him if he was providing anything less than excellent service to the two.

Levi smiled tenderly, "I'll have a Mojito, please." now sighing with contentment as he laid back down, comfortably in the sun. It wasn't too hot, and it definitely wasn't cool. It also wasn't often they got to spend time out in the sun since they had bought their home in Alaska. A breath of fresh air for them both.

The man bowed slightly, "Right away, sir." And just like that, he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.

Remi sighed, feeling grateful for the staff's efficiency. He took a sip of his water, feeling the cool liquid soothing his parched throat. However, the sneezing fit wasn't going away. If anything, it was getting worse as he felt his sinuses beginning to congest. He knew he had to do something about it before it ruined their entire vacation.

He stood up, feeling the sand between his toes and began to walk towards the water. Levi looked up at him curiously, "Remi, where are you going?"

"I'm going for a swim. Maybe the salt water will help clear my head,” He gave him a reassuring smile before taking his leave down the sand shore and throwing himself into the sea. Levi wasn't complaining, he liked to see water cascading down the man's toned chest, his wet long hair sticking to his neck. He shuddered in anticipation.

As Remi swam around for a few minutes before diving deep beneath the water, he felt the salty sea rushing through his nose and sinuses, causing him to sneeze uncontrollably while down under. "PlfPhtB! Pl'fPhtbB!" A mist of bubbles releasing around him and floating up to break at the surface. But to his surprise, with each sneeze, he felt himself clearing up.

He emerged from the water, feeling refreshed and much more stable than he had going in, his sneezing fit now subsided for the moment being. His body glistening in the rays of the sun. The leopard took this moment to sit up properly and get a good look at his boyfriend coming up to the shore. He whistled suggestively at the man wiggling his thin white brows at the object of his desires. “Feeling better, hot stuff?” He may or may not already have gone one and a half mojitos deep while the wolf had taken his time for a swim. He had told the staff member to keep a full drink in his hand any time he saw him without one. Needless to say, Levi was already feeling pretty light headed and loose.

Remi grinned, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as he walked towards the ogling cat.

"Much," he smirked, Levi's favorite half toothed grin, long fingers reaching out to run his fingers through the leopard's hair as he closed in on their space. "But I think I need more than just a swim to clear this ache inside me,"

Levi giggled flirtatiously, leaning up to kiss Remi deeply on the lips. Their tongues wasted no time reuniting with their familiar fleshy counterpart, swirling in a rhythm of passion. Remi eagerly returned each hungry advance, deepening the kiss as he pushed Levi onto his back in the sand.

Their bodies intertwined as they continued to kiss, hands exploring every inch of each other's skin. Levi moaned softly, feeling the heat of Remi's wet body pressing and dripping against him. The cool droplets hitting his chest making him shudder. He could feel his own arousal growing, aching for more. Remi's body increasing in temperature for more reasons than the obvious one at current. He was still feeling out of touch with his health, the aching in his head now a throbbing motion, but god..his little kitten just tasted so good...he needed to have him. He would just have to hold it in.

Remi broke the kiss, trailing hot, wet, open kisses down the cat's neck, nipping at his skin with his teeth, leaving behind marks of various sizes against the pale flesh. Levi moaned louder, body expanding and contracting in a rhythm only his mind can understand. His lips parting as he breathed out and then as they meshed together, he breathed in "God, Remi..I want more of you," he whispered almost helplessly, his voice heavy with desire.

Remi reached down between them, his hand gently moved over the firm flesh, matching the rhythm of his body against Levi's hardening member through the fabric of his trunks. "I can feel that," he growled into his ear, adding a hard squeeze that made the smaller gasp. "But first, I need to take care of you..."

Remi gently traced his tongue over Levi's body starting from his neck, down his clavicle, then reaching his delicate budding nipple, feeling it harden and peak under the touch. He traced his teeth across the edges, running his tongue over one of those pink waiting areolas and enjoying the soft moan that filled the open tropical space around them. His hands roaming over the other's smooth chest and stomach.

Levi writhed beneath him, his body trembling with need, his pale skin glistened with the warm humidity of the tropics. Sweat beads upon his brow before being washed away by the gentle breeze. He panted rapidly with each pressing movement, his chest rising and falling beneath the larger man. His ocean eyes half lidded, staring at the photographic sky above him. His mouth parted, breathing heavy.

Remi, descending furtherly, eager to get a taste of his beloved as his nails trailed hard, heavy, deep claw marks down the leopard's delicate sides. This eliciting a drawn out moan from the small man below. "Remi..." he breathed out, his voice hoarse with passion, "Please.."

"Please what?" Remi's voice was low and husky, his deep emerald eyes gazing back at Levi through his eyelashes. He made sure his smile was showing through in his voice, he was so in love with his kitten, and wanted him to know that.

Levi bit his bottom lip, blushing lightly as he turned his face away, "Please…Sir..." answering pathetically. Remi grunted low in his chest inhaling sharply through his slightly still stuffed up nose, he liked the way it sounded. The way Levi's moans echoed through his voice. It was like nothing else he heard, his absolute favorite sound in the world. Enough to keep him distracted from the worsening conditions that were waiting for him under the surface of lust.

"Hmm, come on kitten. You can do better than that..." His teeth gently grazed Levi's delicate hip bones, leaving little blood blisters along the boundary of his V lines to mark his territory. The leopard's swim trunks were sitting dangerously low on his haunches. So low one could see the start of his pubic bone. It was driving the wolf absolutely wild.

"PLEASE, Sir...I want to feel your m-mouth on me...Please...I don’t want to wait anymore..." Levi continued. The words fell out of his mouth in a rushed mess. His eyes shut tight, expecting the wolf to devour him at any moment.

"Oh, tell me all about it, baby…" Remi chuckled darkly sliding his tongue across the top row of his teeth, "Mm, Just as I thought..." he hissed lowly under his breath as he slowly peeled the leopard's swim trunks down past his length.

Levi's eyes shot open as he spoke, "What, what did you think?" but before he could continue he was cut off as the wolf's mouth descended upon the head of his erect member.

"Mmmmm..." the larger moaned softly, savoring the flavor of his kitten. A flavor he loved beyond belief, could never get enough of. He groaned in pleasure as he felt Levi's length fill up his mouth. He had a deep urge to swallow the boy whole. He knew he wouldn't be able to with the persistent burning in his throat, it would be too much despite his abilities in different circumstances. But he could at least do his best.

Levi could only moan in relief at the sensation that traveled down every cell in his body, his toes were curled into the sand and his back was tingling with an electric voltage that could not be stopped. The feeling was almost too much to bear. Remi's lips wrapped around his shaft, and his teeth grazed across the sensitive skin, giving a slight sting that went straight to Levi's gems. His eyes rolled back as he moaned. "G-god..."

The wolf's tongue caressed the sensitive organ, lapping up the leaking pre-cum with each flick.

Levi's body arched in pleasure as Remi's tongue began to trace around the head of his erection, licking away the pearly white liquid. The wolf groaned, this ignited a primal need deep within him to consume the kitten. His desire to taste every inch of him was overwhelming and he wanted nothing more than to take him in one fell swoop. His tongue explored Levi's length, sucking hard as much as he could. The cat’s cock pulsed for release inside the man's throat, when he was suddenly pushed full hilt.

This would have been fine, had the length of it not tickled the back of his throat the way it did. Remi gagged once over, pulling himself up, the leopard found this reverberation of sound, extremely erotic, unaware that his mate was actually suffering in this moment. 'Don't do it Rem...keep it together...' he coached himself internally as his tongue continued to work circles around his lover's aching shaft, but his nose still tickled.

Remi with all the mental strength he could muster, continued to push it down, trying to keep himself from ruining the mood, his nose felt like it was going to explode. He breathed in and out deeply, hoping to push out the urge before he could do anything that would ruin the moment, but the more he fought it, the stuffier his nose got, the harder it was to breathe. Groaning deep from within the pits of his chest as he slipped up the other's leaking tip, sucking at a pressure, that proved to be too much.

It was going to come out whether he liked it or not. Just as he thought he was winning the battle against his sensitive nose, he pulled up from Levi's cock with a swift movement and an almighty "Hah'TSCHUU!" escaped from his lips and sent wet droplets of saliva all over Levi's cock.

The wolf quickly pulled away, embarrassed at what had just happened. He wiped his nose and face with the back of his hand and tried to apologize but it came out in a barely audible stutter. “S-sor-..”

"Shh...M'ere," the slightly intoxicated cat whispered, his hand finding the back of Remi's neck and pulling him in to a deep and lust-fueled kiss. A moment of tongues clashing, and mouths sliding together in a messy and needy rythmn, the leopard pulled away just slightly, their foreheads pushed together, his own face wet from contracting the other’s sneezy mess. "That...actually felt really fucking good..."

A tinge of arousal shot up Remi's toes straight to his groin, the little cat thought that....felt good? He liked his blow out? That was surprising, but absolutely delicious news to hear in his throbbing, hazy head.

"Still want me to leave you breathless?" Remi asked, his voice was low again, rough as it pushed through the chords, his lips brushed past Levi's like a soft breeze of wind, panting tenderly amongst each other. The wolf could still feel that hot pressure pushed to the surface of his skull but attending his mate was so much more important than that.

Levi nodded, his reply was simple but filled with desire, "Yes..." he whispered past the man's ever ghosting lips, his hips adjusting in discomfort as his needs increased and as Remi's mouth found it's way to the cat's sensitive neck.

"I'll give you what you want..." Remi muttered, his tongue hungrily exploring every inch. Savoring every taste. His breaths were ragged, messy, it drove the leopard wild with each huff felt across his flesh. Levi's hands quickly snaked their way into the wolf's hair, his fingers curling in to tangled knots as he moaned delicately out loud, his body squirming beneath Remi.

He bit down slightly on Levi's neck, his teeth digging into the skin, drawing a few trickles of crimson and leaving a large hickey. The wolf needed to mark his territory, always, without fail. His teeth pulled back over his tongue, dragging the skin along with it, as he let it slip loose from his jaws. He then licked the area where he had just bitten, savoring Levi's salty taste before kissing it softly.

The action alone caused Levi to all but collapse. His body writhing against his lover's movements, while his moans became more and more desperate with his increased arousal. He knew exactly what was to come, and he knew it was going to drive him insane. A smile split across his face as he felt Remi's lips against his neck, he took a strong inhale of the leopard's skin, relishing in the scent of him, but his nostrils still begging for an ounce of comfort. His breathing hitched, and his chest rose sharply with every tickle that crawled up his nose. "H'h..." he tried to pull away, but the smaller, only pulled him in closer.

"I want to feel all of you..." Levi whimpered loosely, sending a jolt of excitement down the wolf's loins. Did he mean..? He very much did, the smaller was so deeply entranced by their encounter, and desperate for the raven haired man, he didn't care what kind of attention it was, as long as it was on him.

Remi let out a soft, and deepened moan, his tongue flicking over the leopard's skin until it settled on the sensitive area of Levi's throat. His breath was hot and raspy as he stuck his tongue out to deliver one last kiss before allowing his head cold to have the ultimate say, "Hh'itsshhih! Hah'TSCHU!" sending the wet particles of spit all over Levi's neck that trickled slowly downward against his chest.

Levi only responded with a low moan, pressing into the mess but never fully releasing him from their embrace. His hands still locked in Remi's hair as he tilted his head over and met the wolf's glassy green eyes with an expression that could only be described as pure lust. "That felt so good…" he purred, licking away some of the saliva that lingered upon the wolf's lips, before lightly pressing their mouths together once again. In between a slurry of passionate tongues, the raven haired man could be heard with little wet sniffles as his hands explored down the cat's thin body.

Levi's own hands slipped to the wolf's already strained swim trunks, the fabric fighting against the unfastening as his fingers worked to tug it down. At long last it gave way and Levi had what he was looking for. The wolf pressing urgently against the smaller's warm palm, as it rose with every rough breath Remi could muster.

"Hih'ITTSCHU!" He cried out in another fit, his nose twitching against the crook of the younger man's neck, his tongue flicked out the corner of his lips, as if he was trying to fight against the urges within his sinuses, but they were too strong. Remi's entire body shook and convulsed as he let out a deep raspy, "Hh'itsshhih!" His entire face pushed forward as his nose leaked against Levi's pale freckled flesh, who's movements on his cock only seemed to increase. Soft fingers encasing him, and massaging him.

"God bless you, baby...." responding breathlessly to the fitting wolf. The sensation was too much for the Leopard, and Levi's breathing quickened as his hips began to undulate in time with Remi's explosions. His body becoming ever more aroused as it responded to the wetness that trailed down his chest. He began to beg pathetically "Please, Rem...I need you," his voice echoing inside the ravenette's pounding head from the sheer amount of desperation. He wanted nothing more than to feel the wolf all over him once again, pushing against every inch of his skin until he was completely satisfied. In an unorganized rhythm, Levi continued to pump and squeeze at his lover's aching, large length in his shaking palm.

Remi groaned, his sensitive nose was making it impossible for him to immerse himself within the pleasure of his mate's hand, but Levi's pleas were just as hard to ignore. Reaching over, the wolf took a firm hold of Levi's hip to pull him in closer to stop the overwhelming pleasure from becoming more than he could take, his words coming out wet and sex crazed, “Yes...” He grunted, the wolf's voice was strained and tight, like he's trying to hold something back from escaping. He was.

“Don't make me wait anymore...” Levi's voice soft and sensual as his cock throbbed against the open tropic air, trunks still pulled barely below his ass. Remi swiftly overpowered the smaller, forcing him onto his back in the sand.

Remi had been beaten. He didn't have it in him to speak, instead he let his tongue trail languidly from his lips and down the length of Levi's stomach. His arms were on either side of Levi's head as he allowed the older man to lead their dance and with a swift yet gentle shove, he ripped the rest of the man's trunks off with his teeth.

Remi's tongue pressed into the skin of Levi's now peach fuzzed pubic line, as he traveled down and began to work on teasing the smaller length, "H'h..." hitching his breath over the sensitive flesh, allowing the feeling of his oncoming eruption to consume him. "H'Hah...." a slight pool of saliva dripping from his tongue down Levi's waiting cock, his cheeks flushed vermillion.

"Hah'TSCHHUU!" letting it all fly forward and completely coat the cat's waiting member, who, with the feeling of being soaked caused him to push his hips up from the sandy ground to try and elect further sensations out of the wolf's mouth.

"F-Fuck..." Levi whimpered, tossing his head back and forth from the overtly erotic stimulation.

A few droplets of the salty fluid dripped off of Levi's engorged cock and down onto his stomach, which the wolf began to lick away at eagerly, sloppily he moved to suck the cat's tip in rhythm with his tongue. His lips formed a tight seal around Levi's shaft which left the man to believe his brain was about to explode. Remi’s head was bobbing back and forth, side to side, in circular motions that his mouth performed strategically well.

"H-haahh!" the smaller cried out, his whimpers echoing through the private beach as his heart raced and his body ached for more. He could feel his length getting harder, and the longer Remi licked him, the closer he was to orgasm. "It's...too much," he whispered, his moans coming out in ragged breaths as he felt the man's tongue swirl around his cock.

Remi snaked around the exposed flesh, running it's course up and down the shaft as his lips sealed around it once again. The wolf pulled back, allowing just enough of the cat to slip out of his mouth before he dove in for more. With each pull Remi took on Levi, he could feel the man's body tremble beneath him with pleasure that was too much to contain. "I’b gonna dhow you, doo mud," voice stuffy from his previous fit.

Remi smiled wickedly, knowing what Levi needed- a deeper satisfaction than what his tongue could provide. He placed both hands onto Levi's thighs and pushed them up towards his chest, spreading him so wide that the wolf could have full view of the opening between his legs and exposing him fully to himself. Spitting one time onto the area in wanton lust with the excess amount of saliva collecting under his tongue, Remi shifted himself up until their bodies were finally aligned, his cock fully erect outside the hole of his trunks - letting Levi know how badly he wanted to be inside him now.

With a single thrust, The wolf forced himself inside the cat's tight walls, pushing his hips forward as deep as he could go. Remi groaned with each pass, marveling at the feeling of Levi's wetness surrounding him and squeezing him with such pleasure that it nearly made him lose control. He grabbed onto either side of Levi's thighs and began to fuck him violently, almost desperate- pushing himself further and harder into the man below him as his own orgasm loomed closer.

"F-Fuck me," Levi cried out in a strained voice, shivering from pleasure even as Remi continued to pound into him relentlessly. His entire body was shaking now, arching up into the wolf with each stroke as if begging for more even though it felt like he was about to break apart from the intensity of it all.

Remi felt his own claws digging into Levi's flesh unconsciously- gripping tightly onto the smaller man's legs, keeping them firmly pushed against the cat's chest, but as deeply invested in his orgasm as he was, Remi couldn't hide the fighting battle inside his sweating body. It didn't matter though, Levi was past the point of finding a limit and the wolf knew deep down he could use the man like his own property, even like a tissue. As the wolf hovered over the mess of a leopard, he allowed the breath in his throat to stutter and hitch, his face pulling back, eyes squinting from the brightness of the sun. It was any minute now, a thin line of drool falling down the side of his open maw.

"H'TSCHU!" He sneezed atop his lover, a misted cloud of sick falling over the man. Levi jolting at the sudden action, eyes widening in shock as he watched Remi's head whip back to face him again. His mind raced with desire, the feeling of the wolf atop him pushing him closer and closer to his own climax.

What snapped him out of it was not what was happening between their bodies, but instead the sensation of a few drops of saliva that had been released from Remi's sneeze landing on his mouth. Without a second thought, Levi parted his lips slightly and sensually lapped up the stray beads.

The sight of this sent Remi over the edge as he increased his thrusts even more violently now- "Jesus fuck..." swearing lewdly at the scene, as he felt himself come closer and closer to orgasm. With one last powerful thrust, striking Levi against his prostate in one aggressively fluid motion, they both cried out in equal pleasure. Remi busting his seed inside of the trembling cat, while he painted the majority of his own pale freckled chest.

"H-haa," Levi gasped, his white and black hair now covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he panted loudly, his voice broken up as he attempted to catch his breath. He reached down with his hands to pull Remi's hips close to him, causing him to fall forward. Their lips met in a lazy and messy fashion, tongues crashing against one another.

The cat had his arms wrapped around Remi's shoulders now slinking his hands together behind him, kissing him deeply as the wolf returned with equal lust and passion. After a few more heated moments, the wolf pulled away huffing desperately to catch his sanity.

"God, you're rather insatiable today aren't you?" Remi chuckled generously, still panting from his orgasm. The symptoms of his current state falling back to the surface after having been subdued by their moment of passion. His face was much hotter now with the added circumstances, unable to make out whether or not that insistent warbling was a sound being made around them or just inside his own head.

Levi huffed out a short laugh, "You have no idea...You were rather busy this week...I missed you..." his head falling back against the sand as they spoke.

"Mmmm," Remi smiled, rolling off of the cat and laying onto his side beside him, watching as Levi did the same. "I'm sorry, I just had a lot on my plate with the call outs," the wolf sighed shaking his head and laying his hands onto his face to shield his aching head from the blinding rays.

"It's all right!" Levi spoke still in the same cheerful fashion he always did, turning to face Remi with a much more flirtatious look on his face. "You made it up to me now...I'm not mad anymore..."

"OOOH, Okay," Remi laughed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he reached over and ran his fingers through Levi's hair. "I see you," narrowing his watery swollen eyes in a playful manner.

"Yeah and I see YOU...clearly have a cold coming on...again," sticking his tongue out at the larger of the two who sniffled in persecution, before the leopard reached over and gently rubbed and squeezed his neck.

"I know! I know....I think it's leisure sickness...I may have over worked myself, and now our vacation is ruined...." feeling a bit down on himself for allowing his health to come second to the business.

Levi’s thumb pad rubbed small circles around the flesh of skin on Remi’s neck. “It’s not ruined, my love, even if I spend the whole time taking care of you..It’s always worth it spending time together,” he purred suggestively, leaning forward to plant a heated kiss against his boyfriend’s chapped lips. He sniffled against the cat but still gave as much passion as he received.

“That so?” He asked in a breathless whisper against Levi’s mouth.

“Mmmm definitely…” responding as their foreheads slid together intimately. Hesitantly, Levi pulled back and sat up, he looked around and decided maybe he should get the wolf back to rest up a bit. “You wanna go back to the room?” Looking over with excited cerulean eyes. He loved the beach shore they had to play on, but, he would like to get the sand out of his ungodly places as well as spend more time in their gorgeous bungalow.

“Yeah…be nice to lay down on a bed for a bit…” he mumbled pushing the back of his hand against his sore, and still wet nostrils. Being under the sun with an already growing temperature, was probably a bad idea…and having sex on top of that.

Levi was the first to take his stand, extending his palm out to the other, using the bulk of his own strength to help Remi back to his feet. “Come on, let’s go…I’m due for another drink anyway~” he shook his hips with a giggle, the large man chuckling through his nose and rolling his emerald orbs. Once back on their feet, they fixed their trunks back on after shaking out all the sand.

“Mmm, oh?” Remi laughing once again, knowing exactly where this vacation was going if Levi planned to keep on the cocktail train, shaking his head as they helped each other through the sand. The wolf following the cat back to their temporary humble abode.

It didn’t take too long for them to get there, but as soon as they opened the door to their bungalow, the larger felt a wave of illness wash over his body. He stepped further into the room, trying to fight the spinning and pounding against his skull, taking notice of the beige walls that contrasted against dark wooden furniture and linen bedding. An air conditioner blew cool air from one corner while the shades were blocking out the bright sun rays coming from outside. "Man...just not being surrounded with blinding sunlight alone feels so much better..." he sighed, noticing some relief behind his aching emerald orbs.

Levi giggled in response, but hopped past him, quickly making his way over to an already made drink that was sitting on the coffee table between two white wicker chairs. “Woah! Look at this- A giant fishbowl!” he murmured with wonderment, pointing out to a massive round glass filled with a tropical alcoholic concoction and several different fruits coming out of it.

Remi walked closer to inspect it himself and laughed softly before shaking his head again in amusement. “God damn that's like 4 drinks in one....might want to be careful before I'm peeling you off the floor..."

Levi laughed and looked over to him with a smirk, taking a gulp of his drink before making a pout. “I can handle it! Besides, I’m sure you can catch me if you need to...you're a big strong man.” sending off a wink of his playful ceruleans as he chuckled, Levi finally taking another big swig of the cocktail and settling it back into place. Feeling that continued looseness he had been buzzing off earlier.

Remi rolled his eyes with an even wider smile before he shook his head and fell onto the bed. His face felt hot and tight against the pillow as he tried to fight off the growing tickle inside his nose, feeling like sand may be stuck up his nostrils. “Hah-h..aha...there's no way in hell I'm catching you if you fall off more than two drinks," he replied struggling to keep the mess at bay, laughing between each tickle that threatened to make him sneeze again.

Levi looked over quickly at Remi's sudden laughter, his expression turning from amusement to concern as he noticed the wolf still looking rather uncomfortable in his own flesh. "Seriously though, honey, are you okay? Do we need to pack it in early?" Remi shook his head swiftly.

"Nonsense, I'm sure I'll feel better tom-....H'ITTSCHU! Hih'TsscHIEW!!" He sneezed twice into the open air in front of him on the bed. His body convulsing, every muscle flexing to the surface, which the little leopard took much note in. He wasn't usually the one to be so turned on by his lover's sickness, that was a Remi trope, but with the mix of tropic air and these delicious beverages, it was all so enticing.

"You know what might make you feel better? A nice dip into the jacuzzi later tonight, Once the sun goes down," Levi suggested walking over to his mate's bed side, running his thin fingers through the man's sticky black threads.

"Hah...ha...thats...thats a...good idea..." he snuffled and hitched, his chest arching and flexing against the bed. His whole nose ached with stuffy ick, making it impossible to breath through his irritated nostrils, his jaw slacked as he breathed deeply through his mouth.

"For now maybe...take a bit of a nap? You'll be feeling right as rain in no time." Remi nodded his head slowly, groggily, the sandman already threatening to take over. "Yes...maybe a nap...is what I need right now...Hih'iitsCHUU!" he murmured before it was swallowed by a room echoing sneeze, spraying a mist around the two of them, it caused his nostrils to drip and he groaned drowsily, swiping the edge of the blanket against his messy, wet face.

“Oh, Acushla..." he whispered the Gaelic endearment, while he rubbed at the wolf's forehead softly, cursing himself for not having brought any medications.

Levi watched him quietly for a moment, smiling at the peaceful look on his face as Remi's emerald orbs slid to a close, only the sound of his staggered breathing filled the space. Eventually, when Levi was certain that the man managed to find his way into dreamland, did he turn over to reunite with his beverage. Grabbing his fishbowl and walking to the outside space that led to the jacuzzi and view of the shore, he watched the waves crash against the sand.

The leopard sat on a nearby chair and began sipping away at his beverage - though they were meant for two people that was no match for this little cat's determination. In between gulps and laughs the occasional burp would escape from his mouth as he slowly got himself drunk off of Remi's future headache, hoping to take full advantage of this rare moment with himself alone while his boyfriend napped.

As he did so, the night sky slowly descended upon them both, twinkling stars and a glowing crescent moon enchanting all who laid their eyes on it, Levi finishing his drink with one final gulp before finally deciding upon stumbling out of the chair. He was feeling completely and totally different from the hour ago he sent Remi to bed.

Slowly, the cat managed to get himself over to Remi's bedside once more, now planting soft, sweet kisses across the wolf's clammy face. "Baaaaby~" he whispered gently into his ear. "Baaaaby~ C'mon...s'time to get up..get in the hot tub with me.." starting to slowly peel the covers off his now stirring and grumbling mate.

Remi groaned in protest, his head throbbing something fierce and his mouth feeling like a desert, rubbing at his eyes and stretching. As a reflex his hand went to cover one of his nostrils, only to get it smothered in mucus instead. He grimaced before looking around the room, blinking several times until eventually folding back into Levi's gaze. "B-Baby?" He squinted over at the cat who slowly slid himself out of his own trunks from earlier.

The leopard just stood there with an expectant look on his face, knowing that Remi would never be able to turn him down when he was like this - all vulnerable and cute. Despite feeling like death twice baked, the wolf couldn't help but feel aroused by the sight before him - Levi standing there completely naked with a playful glint in his eye. He smiled fondly and nodded before slipping off the bed himself.

"Alright then," he said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes free of sleep as he stepped out and forward towards Levi. "Let's go for that hot tub you promised…”

He wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep off the growing cold inside his head, but feeling Levi’s eyes on him excited the wolf enough that he couldn't pass up this opportunity. Stifling a yawn, Remi slowly stripped his own trunks, before following Levi out into the night air. The two made their way over to the jacuzzi nestled in the corner of their private balcony overlooking the open sea.

The lukewarm waters were inviting and comforting as they sunk into it, relieving all of Remi's aches and pains as he let himself relax into the embrace of its warmth. “Seeeeee, isn't this nice?" Levi purred slowly swimming his way across to slide himself gracefully into Remi's lap, fitting like a comfortable puzzle piece.

"Mmm. you're definitely not wrong..." Remi consciously fought off the heat of blush that threatened to overtake his blanched cheeks, trying to keep a cool composure in spite of how drunk Levi seemed. He smiled weakly and nodded, still too exhausted to move much as he continued to fight off the stuffy heat inside him that kept threatening to take over.

However, Levi seemed more than happy with Remi's simple response; With a content smile the cat nuzzled further into Remi's chest before purring out another question - "Is this okay?"

Remi leaned his head back against the rim of the hot tub, running a hand through Levi's hair as he let out a low hum in response. "Yeah, this is perfect," he murmured, feeling his body relax even further in the calming waters.

Levi's purrs turned into contented sighs as he snuggled his face into Remi's neck, feeling the man's heartbeat against his cheek. The sound was soothing, like a lullaby, and the leopard couldn't help but let out a soft exhale of his own. This was exactly where he wanted to be, wrapped up in Remi's arms, with nothing else in the world to worry about.

Minus the sudden hitching, and stuttering of the wolf's chest. Levi leaned back and he could see it all over the man's scrunched up face. "O-h n-H-ah..." Remi whimpered behind his gasping voice. The cat, panicking to avoid a face full of sneeze, snapped his palm over the man's mouth just in time.

"H'PBfFNGXT!" It made a loud sound against the flesh of Levi's palm, and it soaked through his heated skin, cautiously, Levi pulled it back, just an inch off the wolf's lips before another fell out between them. "Hah'TSCHUU!" spraying his lover's hand once more. Levi cooed sympathetically, casually dipping his soiled hand back down into the water before sliding both hands up Remi's chest, wrapping around his neck.

"Bless you, sweetheart," his voice loving, kind, as it always was when addressing the sickly man. He felt bad, but the vulnerability of his mate, the combination of using him like an old napkin as he had been all day, drove something wild inside the drunk cat. He glazed over those soft, wet lips that belonged to the love of his life, and he felt his heart stop in his chest. Levi leaned in, pressing his lips against Remi's in a hungry fashion, his hands locking behind the other's head as he pushed himself forward. Despite being slightly taken back by the leopard’s persistence, Remi allowed them to get lost in the heat of the moment, the steamy waters, and the pleasure of each other's bodies. The wolf’s hands immediately roamed over his little leopard's back, pulling him in as their tongues danced passionately against each other.

Levi moaned into the kiss, his arousal growing with every passing moment. He wanted Remi, badly, and it seemed like the feeling was mutual. Their bodies pressed together, the water sloshing against the sides of the hot tub as they moved rhythmically against each other in a desperate fashion.

Finally, with a gasp, Remi pulled away, his chest heaving with exertion. "Levi...wait...we can't..." he panted, his eyes clouded with desire and illness. "I'm sick...I don't want to get you..."

Levi scoffed, rolling his ocean blues before he bit his lower lip and shrugged softly. "So what if I do?" challenging the man with a heated gaze. "Maybe, I want it...

"Oh?" Remi raised a thin black brow, a smirk growing on his face. "You want me to get you sick? You're asking for it, huh?" His voice was low and threatening as he leaned forward, letting out a devilish chuckle before he pressed his lips against Levi's again only for a few more moments, their mouths moved in messy unison.

The wolf pulled away by a few inches, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a lustful fire burning deep within his chest. As the two of them grasped at each other aggressively, their desire evident in every movement, Remi's nostrils giving off a slight leakage from all the sneezing. But it only seemed like it made the cat more fired up than ever before as he gave into the temptation. Just as he was looming over the sexy, flushed and pathetic little face of his mate, he could feel the the urges burning back up through his throat and lungs. His chest feeling heavier by the second. The wolf reached up and grabbed Levi in a tight grip by his jaw and quickly commanded of him before it erupted. "Open," referring to the cat's mouth.

Levi, curious as always, did as he was told and opened his mouth like he had been taught to do by his larger dominant. He stuck out his tongue, looking very lewd in the process and giving the other man a perfect view of his little pink tongue.

Remi groaned feeling himself harden, loving how passionately the cat gave in to his demands, but before he could enjoy himself and take a mental picture, he blew his lid off, sneezing aggressively into the cat's face. "Hah'TScHIEW!" Levi was caught off guard for a moment, blinking away watery eyes as he felt the cooling difference in temperature as the spray fell upon his heated freckled features, but as the wet mess fell upon his skin he felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, and his hips shifted forward into a rough grind against his partner.

"Yeah? You like that? My dirty little kitten likes to be used doesn't he?" The grin that spilled over his features was something dark, capturing Levi’s breath in his throat at the sight as their eyes locked.

The cat slinked forward, his breathing turned frantic, and his voice seemingly slurred as he spoke erratically. "Y-yes…I fucking love you using me..." His normally, cute voice even more so, panting and airier than usual. The blush that was on Levi's face from the heat of the hot tub stayed, turning into a perpetual dust, as he turned to gaze upon the other man, seeing his lover with a sneeze covered face, nose red, lips swollen, hot, and dripping. Levi's heart fluttered with carnal desires and the intoxication of the moment.

Remi smirked, a bit of a sadistic nature coming through as he allowed himself to revel in the sight of his own personal pet who wanted nothing more than to be his, to serve him, and to give him whatever he wanted. "Good…because truthfully," he began, his voice coarse with a heat building deep in his stomach, his hands running up and down over the man’s smooth body, kneading into his bare cheeks from under the surface of the water, sliding his length between them teasingly. “I wouldn’t give you any other choice,”

Levi felt like he could barely contain himself from wanting to sink his claws into the man's shoulders and rip him apart- but not in a violent way- rather just in a way that, he could scar the lover as his. Permanently. Leaving a hot trail of bites and nips against the wolf's bare neck and shoulders, his mate could no longer keep himself at bay, pressing the tip impatiently at the smaller’s waiting entrance.

As Remi's hands moved along Levi's ass, the wolf began to force himself inside, pushing further and further until he was all the way in. The slick flesh of his lover quivered as his body opened up and made room for him, their heart beats mixing into a single rhythm, both seemingly losing control of themselves. "Thaaaat's it...fuck," Remi hissed lowly, the hot water was splashing around them from the outside forces of their movements as Remi wasted no time in finding a steady rhythm, causing the pool to overflow its edges and onto the sides of the tub.

Levi felt himself unable to release his control as Remi bit into his neck, riding him with full effort, throwing his hips up and down against the large cock pulsating inside him. Broken up and stifled cries of pleasure polluted the night sky. "God....I love that cock so much baby..." the leopard whimpered helplessly, his arms clutched behind Remi's head as he used the base of his forearms against the man's shoulders for leverage.

Remi groaned softly, his glowing greens rolling back as the pleasure intensified, feeling his wet hair sticking to his forehead. "Fucking shit...you're so tight...you like using your Master, hm?" he pointedly grunted, his hips continuing to move at a steady pace to match his partner, his heart beating faster and faster as the prickling sensation in his nose was winning over his body, but he had no time to pay much attention as the pleasure burning in his loins out weighed what he felt in his sinuses.

"Y-Yes...I like..claiming that cock…taking it..." Levi gasped as he felt his insides get warmer and warmer, his whole body burned with a heat only his wolf could build inside him. "I want to drain every last drop from it...I want it to fill me over and make me spill..." he gasped between words as he began to grind his hips against his lover's in a faster rhythm, loving how the other’s body felt against his.

Remi could feel the cat's unrelenting need for release, drowning out any of the man's pain or discomfort as he continued to fuck him with quick, hard thrusts. Levi, himself, became more and more dizzy, his head beginning to swim with the building desire and pleasure. Remi's matched with it’s own swirling thoughts between a mix of unhinged desires as well as the primal urge to allow the tickle and strain in his nostrils to have free reign.

"Ohh g-god, I'm gonna fuckin' blow again..." Remi warned as his nose starting to twitch and scrunch, causing Levi to pick up the pace even faster, both of them now desperate for a climax that seemed to be just out of their reach.

"Release, baby...let it out...go on.." Levi urged him on, his voice trembling with an unknown excitement as he continued to ride the pulsating length that assaulted into his prostate.

Remi's eyes snapped open and he let loose with a loud, powerful "HIH'IITSSCHU!" Splashing another cloud of sickness across his escalating lover, he lost all control of himself and was sent hurtling over the edge into oblivion, hitting his orgasm the same moment the sneeze rocked through his sinuses. The man filling the smaller's hole with his hot seed. As his body turned in on itself and shuddered uncontrollably from the pleasure coursing through him, Levi followed shortly in a succession of jolts, his own orgasm punching through him like an earthquake as his lover sprayed all over his delicate body.

They stayed there, connected in one for several passing moments. Yet, once their breathing had returned to normal, Remi felt his body heat up again. His skin was flushed and steamy from all the hot tub water and his hair was damp with sweat. He pulled back just slightly from Levi's embrace and looked down to meet his gaze. "Can we get out now? Starting to feel like a boiled egg in here after all that..." he chuckled sheepishly. Levi groaned with a certain tone of protest, leaning in to press more gentle kisses against his lover's neck.

"Hmm...we definitely can...but that doesn't mean I plan to stop..." the cat purred tauntingly crawling his way off the man and leisurely out of the tub. His body shuddered as it hit the cold tropic night air. Swiftly he grabbed one of the nearby towels and curled it around his body. "Chilly~" he giggled, grabbing the second towel and having it waiting for Remi to take as he too slid out of the heated water.

"Yeah it is..." he took a deep breath out wrapping himself up in the article of cloth. "Am I going to have to tie you up to a chair?" Remi laughed at his overtly excited mate who was already coming up to wrap his towel clad arms around the large man.

"Mmm, I might like that too much.." he teased, buzzing languidly as he ran his softened hands up and down the man's strong glistening arms.

"Hm? Then I guess you'll have to start being less of a perv, hm?" He teasingly bantered with the younger as a grin slipped over his mouth, wrapping a towel around his lower half, before leaning in to give the shorter man a loving kiss.

"Well that's just like asking me to stop having freckled skin...I can't!" Levi laughed, his body pressed closely into the taller man’s motions unable to keep his smiling at bay. Sweetly nuzzling against his chest before turning his head back to look up at the man.

"Yeah...I guess you're right." Remi couldn't help but match the other's loving gaze as he slowly coaxed the drunk leopard inside. "Oh hey...we should probably order some dinner here, I'm feeling at least well enough right now for a good meal.." the wolf spoke genuinely as he picked up the room service menu mulling over the varying options available to them.

"If they have sushi, I want some," Levi hiccupped slightly as he began to messily dig through his and Remi’s suitcases.

"Yeah, Yeah, scales for you, steak for me.." writing down their order on a notepad while he continued to browse their options, simply unaware of the mess his little cat was making of their things.

"And have them send up another one of those fish bowls.." he wobbled about as he plucked a handful of clothes into his palm with his toiletries and headed towards the bathroom.

"Cause you need another one of those, hm?" Teasing the leopard who stumbled about, quickly turning to lock eyes and stick his tongue out at the man.

"I do....to wash down the sushi," he winked with a cheeky grin before quickly disappearing into the washroom.

Remi laughed at the sight, shaking his head as he picked up the phone to order their dinner. His body still fought against the cold chill that was racking through every cell in his body, but he battled through it, picking up the room phone and reaching the line to room service. "Room Service how can we help?"

Remi clears his throat to make sure he can get through it without giving in to his internal struggles against his raging sickness. "Yeah, can I order a plate of steak, rare, and I mean rare, if it's not done right, I will send it back..." He warned harshly through the very silent line. "For the sides, I don't want any of that rabbit food shit, I want two fully loaded baked potatoes," he almost sounded pre-irritated as if they had just presented him the menu noted green beans, twice. Taking a deep breath to try and center himself.

"And then I'm also gonna need... a Shrimp tempura roll, a Dragon Roll, a Spicy Salmon Roll, and double tuna Sashimi," As he placed the order, there was an almost instantaneous build up of pressure from within him that seemed like it had to be released. He held back long enough to finish the rest of what he needed to for the order. "Another one of those...like..really big fucking drinks...thanks....bye," he quickly slammed the phone down and then allowed himself the freedom he so desired. "Hah'TSCHUU! Hh'iitschuu!" he sneezed unrestrained, loudly as it echoed the chamber of the bungalow.

He grumbled feeling like he just got hit by a sack of bricks now, sitting up in the bed rubbing his nose roughly as if trying to scratch the damn thing right off his face. His nostrils were so leaky, and his head was so hot, as if the very air around him was fueling the very fire that raged, more and more each minute. He let out a low groan, pulling his head back in frustration before taking a deep breath and rubbing his nose slowly between two fingers in a circular motion, trying to rid of all the congestion within him. His eyes squinted with satisfaction at the relief he got from this simple action, but it was still hard for him to focus on anything else other than how irritated he felt, looking around the room with watery vision as small streams of tears rolled down his swollen emerald orbs.

Just as he was about to lay down in defeat, feeling a bit relieved after the sneezing fit, Levi slowly sashayed out of the bathroom. Remi felt his breath catch in his throat and all his woes seemed to melt away as he saw Levi wearing nothing else but his favorite Guardin shirt, black with a pink circle, and a little alien dude holding a balloon. It was the wolf’s favorite shirt. Walking out seductively, slowly, with short but somehow, the illusion of slender length, legs carried him across the room with the most alluring little dance. His hips swayed delicately back, and forth moving with grace like precision.

The wolf couldn't help but smile widely at the scene, feeling a bit distracted from his current status of illness. Levi smiled devilishly at him and wiggled his eyebrows before striding over to him and planting a passionate kiss on Remi's lips, stealing away the last traces of cold that had been lingering around them earlier. They broke away, before the leopard placed a hand on his flushing chest. "Oh baby..you're burning up..." he stood back and swiped his palm over the male's forehead. "Maybe I should call room service, see if they have any cold meds," he nodded confidently standing up now to rush toward the bathroom. Remi deflating as the man left his side, almost as if his little leopard was cure enough, spoiler, it wasn’t. He was fooling himself to think it wouldn’t stand in the way of their good time, right?

Levi acquired a hand towel and soaked it through with hot water, before squeezing the excess liquid out. As the white haired man returned to his lover's bed side, Remi reached a hand out to touch his mate's wrist. "Don't call them, they'll be here to deliver dinner soon...just ask 'em then," he smiled sweetly, hoping to ease some of the steps the cat would have to take in order to help him.

"I will definitely do that....now lay back so I can put this hot towel on your sinuses....maybe it'll help clear them up a bit," he laid a hand on Remi's chest, helping him lean back against the headboard and a couple of perfectly stuffed pillows.

"H-huh," he made a sound of hesitation, but he didn't resist as he cocked his head up and let the cat help him lean back, resting against the pillows. He felt an immediate difference in the air as Levi lifted it over his face, the slightly coarse material, the warmth radiating from it. He closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the sudden release from behind his eyes already.

"Is that ok, baby? It feels good, doesn't it?" he asked softly, pressing the towel gently against his forehead.

"Mm...mmm..." he hummed with a deep grumble as he felt a gentle stream of warmth trickle down his face, neck and chest from the towel draped over him. He smiled warmly before he reached out and firmly clasped Levi's hand in his own.

The smaller smiled in response, letting his mate hold onto him for a few brief minutes, but soon found himself having to pull away. There was a gentle series of knocks at the door, indicating to him that room service was here with the meals that Remi had ordered.

"I'll get that," he quickly strode over to the door, his fingers hesitant to flutter away from his mate's, but releasing anyway and moving with purpose to let the server in. "Hello!" he smiled warmly at the young man with one very large bamboo tray adorned with everything they ordered, in one strong hand. Levi was actually pretty impressed by this but shook it off in order to help the man place the tray on top of the dining table.

"Hello, we have the Sushi, Sashimi, and Steak with two potatoes...oh as well as another large drink," he smiled anxiously at the small white haired man reading off their order, praying everything looked and sounded correct.

"Awesome! Thank you so much..." Levi clapped his hands together happily, momentarily he almost completely forgot he had another quest for the staff. Drooling and ogling over the fresh fish in front of him.

"My Pleasure...can I get you anything else?" the cat quickly shook his head to snap himself back to reality and nodded it instead, ripping his gaze off the delicacy before him and bringing attention back to his partner’s needs.

"Yes actually! Do you guys have any cold medicine perhaps?" biting his lower lip, hoping he wouldn't hear the word no.

"Oh, Uh, Yes, we can provide that for you, just give me a bit and I'll bring that back," the server replied thoughtfully with a smile, bowing once before taking his leave to return with what was requested.

Levi let out a sigh of relief, his mind already envisioning himself enjoying the ocean side feast before him. He turned back to Remi with a toothy grin on his face, glowing underneath the dim lighting of their rental, "Looks like we're having a feast tonight, baby!" he exclaimed, grabbing a set of chopsticks and digging in without a moments notice, slurping his drink in between shoving rolls down his open maw.

Remi smiled weakly, surpressing a laugh, knowing it would only stir up trouble at this point. Regardless, he was happy to see his mate enjoying himself, but just feeling too sick to partake. He let out a soft cough, hoping to clear his throat before speaking up, "You go ahead and enjoy, kitten. I don't think I can eat much tonight after all…" he said softly, his voice hoarse and weak.

Levi swallowed his current mouth full, immediately put down his chopsticks, and snapped his head over to look at the sickly man. There was concern written across his freckled features, and soon found himself rushing back to Remi's side. "Oh baby, are you feeling worse? Let me get you some water…” his hand sweetly brushing bits of hair out of his boyfriend’s eyes before rushing towards the mini bar. He grabbed one of the many complementary water bottles off the small wood counter top, considering possibly taking a cold one as well from their tiny fridge. Yet decided against it, knowing room temp was better for hydrating.

Remi nodded weakly, feeling grateful for his boyfriend's concern. He watched closely as Levi rushed around the room, gathering the supply to help ease his discomfort. He felt a sudden rush of affection wash over him for the leopard, just so blown away by how this amazing man was all his, and always so quick to drop his own needs and wants...just for him. Silly little him.

Shortly, Levi returned to his side with the bottle of water, "Here you go, my love," the leopard smiled brightly with accomplishment. Remi quickly cracked open the lid and took a sip, soothed by the liquid that slid down his dry throat. He smiled gratefully at his mate, feeling that same familiar warmth spread through his chest at the sight of Levi's doting expression.

"Thanks, kitten," he responded softly, tired emerald orbs still gazing lovingly up at his favorite freckled face.

"No problem, baby. Just rest and let me take care of you," Levi replied, settling back onto the bed and pulling Remi into his arms. The wolf hummed gently, feeling so incredibly close, and loved by his little cat. His hands, roaming, clammy long finger tips gliding up the large shirt to feel the hot, smooth flesh of his mate's sides.

"Mmm...I don't wanna rest..." Remi murmured softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of Levi's neck. His hands trailed down to the hem of Levi's shirt, tugging at it gently. "I wanna play with you," he mumbled with a coarse tone, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to forget about this damn cold," The words came out low from within his throat, almost reaching those ever so feral levels that drove the leopard absolutely wild.

Levi's breath hitched as his mate's words reached his ears. Desire flared up within his intoxicated body, and he wouldn’t even consider resisting the prominent urges that now fluttered to the surface. All he could do was wordlessly nod his head. That was all Levi needed to do to sign away the chains holding Remi back, the wolf consumed him. Pushing away the persistent prickles, and stings that loosely passed over him.

Immediately the wolf hovered the smaller cat, looming over him like an eclipse as his pounding head dipped to meet his mouth at Levi’s own. Their kiss was messy, and brief, the larger had other plans as he placed rough, nips down the other’s jawline, willing away his symptoms, when he paused at the crook where jaw meets neck. He bit down with a feral force, urging a pained yelp from his lover, that followed with a shudder and twitch of his slender hips. “A-ah~” he gasped under him.

Pressing further into his mate, Remi felt himself slipping out of control as he tried to resist the urge to rip his boyfriend open from the sure passion of it all. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. The larger’s strong fingers slid with feather light touch down the sides of his lover’s freckled arms before roughly capturing his wrists and forcing them over the leopard’s head. Levi shuddered, his body squirming below, anticipating every crack through the wolf’s sanity. Small lines of crimson liquid trailed down his neck, under the collar of the shirt he borrowed. It made him shudder.

Remi’s jaw unhinged, he finally pulled back a few inches to take a long look at the bleeding, swollen and bright red mark of his teeth that now stained the cat’s delicate flesh. “I’m trying…so fucking hard…not to just devour you whole,” licking his teeth clean but unable to find authority over the blood that began to pool from under his tongue, his now glowing green gaze baring down on the smaller. Somehow, the dark circles, and the sunken look across Remi’s sickly features only made him look more dangerous. “Aren’t you scared?” Lifting a brow, testing the man as his chest heaved above.

Levi could only crack a devious smile, pulling his swollen lips up before he responded with a sultry velvet tone. “Absolutely,” his heart racing a million miles per second, there was always some percentage of danger being intimate with a mentally unhinged shifter. Especially one so powerful like Remi, and that was all the more why the cat could never get enough. Treading that fine line of insanity as regular as he could, his lover was his own brand of drug. The high of being so passionately in love with someone so unbelievably dangerous, knowing their own desires for you out weigh their animalistic urges…the leopard thrived off it.

Remi’s hands squeezed tightly, closing the pressure of Levi’s breath as it caught, the cat made a struggled sound, but his eyes never left those daunting emeralds. “I could kill you…just snap your fucking neck right now….” There was something completely different tonight, it excited the cat, it left him feeling delirious as his hips lifted trying to brush his completely stiffened length into the other, just an inch shy of real friction. Remi’s upper lip twitched, lifting once, twice, before it turned into a full grin at his little cat’s responses. “You’re so fucking naughty, aren’t you? Needlessly trying to rut your little cock on me, while I threaten to end your very existence….” His chuckle came out in a gasp of hot air across the leopard’s blushing cheeks, his mouth falling open at the lack of oxygen, and the increase of desire.

The only response he could possibly return with was a very stiff nod. His crystal blues now leaking through his overwhelmed ducts, vision blurred as it filled with tears. Instinctively, Levi wrapped his thin legs around his boyfriend, pressing them together, feeling Remi’s solid girth through the fabric of the trunks he fell asleep in.

“My god…you drive me insane,” his voice strained as he gritted his teeth together, he couldn’t get enough of his desperate little kitten’s advances and sounds. It was making the task of trying to remain in control of himself, difficult. “Open your legs,” he growled, the sound of it could make a grown man tremble. Levi took no time to oblige his demands as he unhooked his legs from around the wolf’s hips to now spreading himself wide at his pleasure. “I’m not going to be fuckin’ nice to you, understood? I need a real distraction..I need to lose control…” giving Levi his final warning, he loosened the strength in his hands to give the cat a chance to turn back, speak now, or be in a wheelchair tomorrow.

“Use me,” was all he could manage through his sore throat before Remi quickly pulled himself out of his trunks and angled his now bare cock back to his previous position.

“Remember, you had your chance,” the darkness returning in his voice as he now took both of Levi’s wrists in one feral gripped hand shoved against the headboard. The cat dare not close his legs, they trembled as he anticipated the sharp sting that would soon penetrate him. Levi looked up at his lust driven mate, the slits of his eyes almost completely gone as splats of blood fell from his mouth and onto the man below.

Using this to his advantage, Remi pursed his lips and allowed a stream of blood and saliva to cascade between them and down his twitching length. In a few short seconds, without warning or any time to prepare himself, he felt Remi’s hardened cock force its way inside him. “A-aah!! Nngh..” the leopard struggled behind Remi’s returned force against his neck, familiar fingers tightened on his wind pipe.

“Fffff…” the wolf grunted snapping his hips in a desperate and uncontrolled rhythmic fashion, the sound of slapping skin echoed around them and he found it only encouraged him. The headboard slammed obnoxiously against the wall, leaving blackened lines across the material, but neither of them gave a shit. Levi’s head fell back with a hard *THUNK* against the wood, ocean blues fighting to stay open as they gazed up at Remi.

“Don’t fucking look at me,” he hissed almost angrily, one hand coming off his neck to push the side of his face away and down, his thumb forcing it’s way inside the cat’s open drooling mouth. “If I see that god damn look on your face, it’ll make me want to be nice to you,” shoveling his hips deep within Levi’s tightened walls. “And I don’t wanna be fuckin nice to you right now…” should he feel guilty for treating the love of his life like an old dirty sock? Probably. He didn’t though. He knew how deeply masochistic the little cat was. Truthfully, the only person on this planet that could probably handle a true unhinged dicking from the wolf.

Levi whimpered as his head was forced to the side, his skin littered in goosebumps as his mate completely took over him. He felt like a hole, Remi’s hole, it fueled him, it caused him to push his hips upward to match every thrust slammed upon him. His lips closed around the man’s thumb, sucking as he tried to keep a steady breath through his nose, despite there still being one hand on his throat for the large wolf’s leverage.

“You’re mine….all mine…for whatever I fucking say,” feral words dripped through his lips as he huffed through his open bleeding mouth, staining both their skin as his nostrils were still blocked by the illness that lived inside him. His urges burned through them, all he could feel now was the full desire to claim the cat. Levi continued to suckle, and lap at Remi’s gripping thumb while he felt the assault of rough and sporadic snaps of his lover’s haunches. The larger struck his prostate, over, and over. Each time the cat let out a small strangled squeak, his ocean eyes having rolled back long ago. He felt himself reaching his limits, closer and closer, starting to fall off rhythm the more he could taste it.

“That gonna make you cum? Huh? S’that how fucking desperate you are?” Berating his little toy, feeling entirely satisfied by the very distinctively pleased reactions he was receiving. Remi shot his hips forward again, his hands pressing Levi down into the mattress as he relentlessly snapped inside of him. It was overwhelming, naturally, the leopard caved into his needs, a stream of hot seed shot straight onto Levi’s exposed stomach, just barely missing the misplaced shirt he still adorned. He tried to cry out but alas, his mouth only opened and the best he could do was a high pitched gag as his body spasmed underneath the stronger of the two.

Remi found himself trying to desperately rip his attention off how completely desirable his little mate looked spilling over the edge. He was so god damn submissive for him, it only increased the urges inside him, his hands quickly let go of the cat, and slapped against his thighs. Hiking his hips upward, he used the bit of strength he had left to flip the leopard over onto his stomach now, pulling his ass upward by his right hand hip, his length never slipping out. “My turn,” licking his lips, only to smear crimson across the lines of his mouth. While his right grip stayed to keep the cat’s hips aligned, his left took a fistful of Levi’s wet strands of hair and shoved the man’s face viciously into the pillow.

He worked at a much more desperate, and untamed pace, driving his cock inside the cat at an almost impossible rate. His ear drums rang and his skin shivered as he heard the muffled cries of the tortured leopard. “Mmhmm…take that dick…I’m not stoppin’ til I fill that slut hole,” Remi’s voice rang through Levi’s deepened core, his body was shaking underneath as he maintained the forced arch of his body, working his thighs to push his ass into every harsh pound. “You’ve been so bad today….” He grunted, feeling his groin boil. “Teasing me with this sudden desire for my cold…” another aggressively huffed expression of primal thought. “Where’s that been, huh?” Gripping the man’s hair tighter as he pulled him up to whisper in his ear. “You’ve been holding back on your Master, do you forget I own you? I own your lust, your desires…” nipping, pulling at Levi’s lobe. The cat shivered below him and whimpered in response, uncertain he could speak clearly as he was driven into between each word.

“I-I…di-didn’t know…it-it c-could…” he hesitated, he struggled to proceed. Remi’s grip tightened and he snarled into the side of the cat’s sweating temple now.

“Ca-ca Could?? Could what? Spit it out,” barking his commands with a harsh impatience, his hips only turning more and more desperate left with this cliff hanger of thought.

“Feel so good…it felt so good…” he gasped finding the train of thought he was losing under Remi’s thrusts.

“What. Did?” He spaced the words out dangerously, his palm sitting now under Levi’s chin, fingers wrapped loosely around his cheeks.

“It felt so fucking good when you sneezed on me…I couldn’t help it…please…” the white haired man practically sobbed in between his breathless moans as he confessed his latest discovery. Remi lost all his sense of restriction as his mouth opened wide, pressing his head against the side of his mate’s as he slammed himself forward one last time, nearly blacking out as he hit his orgasm.

“Sshhhee-sus..fuckin….Christ,” he grunted as he sputtered wildly into his boyfriend’s hole, spilling over his load with his haunches twitching and pausing between pumps.

Levi's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt warm liquid hit the walls of his entrance, it caused a shiver to roll down the middle of his spine, his whole body quaking at the feeling of being so full “S-So good…”

"Unbelievably ..." Remi smirked with another huff of breath releasing the frail leopard from his vice tight grips, and allowing each other to just collapse in a heap on the bed. The wolf rolling to his back, and Levi rolling to join him on his chest.

"Good distraction?" Levi giggled playfully unbothered by the mess he was covered in, just wanting to be close to his lover at this moment after such an intense session. Remi labored to catch up to a regular pace of breathing, still struggling to do so out his nose. Finding that the second his animalistic urges had settled, his symptoms came rising back to the surface. His nose twitched, scrunched and he tried to just push it away from his center of attention. It failed.

"I'm feeling better alre-...h..hiH'ITTSSCHU!" his cold unrelenting as a forceful sneeze over-powered his exhausted strength. “Shord libed….” He mumbled with defeat as he slid his hand over his aching nostrils.

“Oh you poor thing…can’t catch a break…” clicking his tongue, despite his body screaming in protest, the leopard slid out of his lover’s grasp and moved out of bed. “Where is that-….” The phone rang suddenly and the cat almost jumped out of his skin. He turned swiftly and picked up the phone to answer. “Hello?”

“Hi there, just wanted to let you know, our staff member felt you might have been busy, so he left your order at the door for your convenience,” Levi blushed brightly realizing that the young man probably heard some very suggestive sounds coming from their room when he approached.

“O-Oh! Thank you! Appreciate it!” Hanging out shortly with embarrassment. “Shit, I think the room service boy heard us fucking…” he bit his lip sheepishly to look over at Remi now that, despite fighting a leaking nose and his itching eyes, chuckled.

“Good for hib,” scoffing pridefully now turning his attention to trying to relocate that wet rag from early…considering using it to clean up his suffering nose.

Levi narrowed his eyes and huffed, but feeling a slight twinge of lust prickle at his blood stream while he carried himself to the door, he flung it open and there was a small bag waiting for him outside. “Ah! Perfect,” he picked it off the ground and closed the door behind him, immediately scrounging through the contents. “There’s some Tylenol severe cold and flu in here, think that’ll work? Cough drops…tissues…nasal spray! Ooo,” inching closer to the bed as he rummaged through the bag.

“All ob id sounds abading…” Remi huffed having found the towelette and using it to nurse his swollen face despite it being beyond cold now. Levi looked up and furrowed his brows again, quickly snatching the old towel from his mate’s grasp.

“Use real tissues, this thing is gross now,” he tsked his lover before handing him the sack of supplies. “Take some meds, and blow your nose a bit okay?” Levi now sitting himself on the edge of the bed, feeling uncomfortable as he was becoming more self aware of the sticky situation on his skin.

“Can’d you helb me?” The wolf looked up at him with pathetic eyes, now a much different man than he was but 5 minutes ago. It melted the heart strings within Levi’s tender heart and he could only smile sweetly in response, deciding he could put off his comfort for a tad bit longer as he nursed his mate into bed.

“Of course, baby, of course,” leaning down to kiss Remi’s forehead, taking the bag back now he began to distribute the Tylenol to him, grabbing the bottle of water off the night stand to hand over. “Here, take two,” he instructed, and while the wolf obeyed his little medical assistant, Levi took the package of tissues in his hand and peeled one out from the plastic with his other.

Remi tossed back the pills, and slugged down a few gulps of water, more than necessary, he didn’t realize how dehydrated he actually was til now. “Thang you…” he gasped as he twisted the lid back onto the bottle.

“No problem, sweetie, now I’m gonna need you to blow when I say so okay?” He spoke gently, lovingly, the tissue in his hand perfectly scrunched to fit over the entirety of Remi’s reddened nose. Once he was sure it was fastened snuggly where it needed to be, he pinched one nostril closed and nodded his head. “Blow,” the wolf allowed himself to force the sick out from his left hand nostril with a loud sound. It broke the barrier of silence that had settled over the room, while the cat scooped out whatever was pushed out. Balling that tissue up in a calculated fashion to avoid getting any ick on his fingers, Levi tossed it to the nearby can, making it in. “Score,” he grinned over at the wolf with a cheeky wink.

Remi breathlessly chuckled at his little cat’s playful demeanor, always making light of a sickly situation. Levi then pulled another square of tissue out from it’s packaging and once again, cupped it against Remi’s slowly clearly nose. “Okay last one,” the smaller coaxed, pinching the now clear nostril, the ravenette mustered up a deep breath before he allowed himself to clear the second nostril out with another wet and loud, “FFFFHHHKK,” god that felt so good. It was almost as satisfying as the orgasm he just had. “God damn…” he grumbled hoarsely while Levi swiped and pinched any left over mess off him. “Thanks, kitten,” he huffed, voice cleared as he reached over, grabbing the water once more to take another hydrating gulp.

“You’re Welcome, Acushla,” working to clean up the mess of tissues and find his footing on the ground again. “Im gonna throw this away….clean up, and then you wanna watch something before we go to bed?” He spoke casually but still with that same aura of compassion as his eyes sparkled towards his mate.

“You gonna take another shower?” Remi asked curiously as he sat up and his eyebrows lifted over his eyes as he searched over the leopard’s standing frame.

“Yeah, why?” Levi looking just as curiously over at his boyfriend.

“Can I join? I’m kind of a mess over here…” he chuckled and gestures towards his body that was covered in varying substances.

“Absolutely, we’ll get cleaned up, and spend the rest of the night cuddling with some Princess Bride, how about that?” Remi for the first time since they’d been there, lit up with excitement.

“Deal!” Despite the fever raging through him, and his body being even more sore than he started that day, he really was having a good time with his mate. Though the memories are covered in sick, they’ll always look back on these days together, and remember despite the obstacles, they always made the best of it, and they always would.

The End

Author’s Notes: I’m sorry this took so long, I’m back at work, and my boss really said 🖕🏻 sticking me with crazy long shifts, exhausting me past writing more than a few paragraphs. PHEWWWWW Did you expect the twists? Just a smidge of alcohol and the leopard suddenly catches a Snz Fet 🥵🥵🥵 Oops. Hope you guys enjoyed it took a lot out of me 🤫😂

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Whatever his personal flaws, Elon Musk has been a masterful business builder. Tesla and SpaceX are two of the more successful companies the South African-born entrepreneur has conceived or led. But now Musk has encountered an obstacle both tenacious and effective: Swedish trade unions. Not even the world’s some-time richest man and the world’s most valuable auto brand have been able to dislodge the unions from their long-standing place in the Swedish economy. That’s good news for every country that believes in tempering the market economy with its own national characteristics.

“This is insane,” Musk tweeted on Nov. 23, 2023. He was responding to news from Sweden: The communications workers union had announced that its members would no longer deliver letters and packages to Tesla. That meant, among other things, that number plates for Tesla cars would not be delivered. That, of course, made the cars undrivable.

The communications workers union—known as Seko—was just the latest group to launch so-called sympathy strikes against the American carmaker. The transport workers union had already stopped handling Tesla cars arriving in Swedish ports, and so had the dockworkers union. The electricians union had stopped installing and servicing Tesla charging points. The custodians union had stopped cleaning the company’s facilities. The painters union had announced it was going to stop painting Tesla cars. The construction workers union had announced it would stop work and repairs on Tesla facilities. Since then, Norwegian and Danish labor unions have stopped handling Tesla cargo bound for Sweden and suspended garbage collection at Tesla’s facilities. Since the end of October, more than a dozen unions have launched strikes against Tesla, and the strikes continue.

These workers and their unions don’t have a direct conflict with Tesla: They’ve gone on strike to support their auto-mechanic colleagues who are employed by the global auto giant, because Tesla has refused to allow the IF Metall, which represents a range of groups including factory workers, the right to collective bargaining on behalf of its autoworkers. Tesla’s autoworkers went on strike on Oct. 27 entreaties by IF Metall for collective bargaining went nowhere. (Tesla doesn’t have a Swedish manufacturing plant, but it does have facilities where the cars are serviced.)

Sympathy strikes, where unions suspend work for a company in support of another union, are a powerful but rarely used feature of the Swedish labor market. It is, in fact, a bit of a remnant from a century ago, when Swedish labor market relations were more adversarial than today. For many decades now, however, relations have been largely collaborative. It works like this: Every employer allows trade employees not just to unionize but to represent all its workers, and the unions then negotiate wages and other aspects with the employer on behalf of their worker category.

IF Metall, for example, conducts collective bargaining with Volvo on behalf of the carmaker’s autoworkers, while the custodians union—Fastighets—negotiates with Volvo on behalf of the custodians employed by the company. Under this kind of arrangement, trade unions act with moderation, because the recurring negotiations with the employers allow them to reach agreement on not just wages but also on other issues including sick pay, vacation pay, working hours, termination, and personal fulfillment. Today, Sweden has some 650 such agreements covering 90 percent of the country’s employees.

But Musk doesn’t like unions. “It’s generally not good to have an adversarial relationship between … one group at a company and another group,” he told Andrew Ross Sorkin in an interview on Nov. 29. Indeed, Musk has tried to keep Tesla de-unionized, and that seems to have served him well on American home soil: When the United Auto Workers union targeted the Big Three (GM, Ford, and Stellantis) in a massive strike last fall and emerged with pay raises as high as 89 percent, Tesla could keep turning out its cars, unperturbed by any disruption. When IF Metall tried to get Tesla in Sweden to agree to collective bargaining, the answer came back that such decisions are made by Tesla’s headquarters in the United States.

The autoworkers’ strike, and the massive wave of sympathy strikes that have hit every aspect of Tesla’s operations, followed. “When we take action against an employer that doesn’t allow collective bargaining, it’s typically a small workplace, and we get public opinion against us,” Veli-Pekka Saikkala, a former auto mechanic who leads IF Metall’s collective bargaining, told me. “But this time, people’s view is that big Tesla, which is owned by the world’s richest man, shouldn’t come to Sweden and tell us how to do things.” The issue isn’t just about Tesla’s practices; it’s about protecting Sweden’s business and union norms—and a system that most Swedes are happy with and that has produced an extraordinarily well-performing economy.

Christer Thornqvist, a lecturer in business administration at the University of Skovde who specializes in trade unions, told a Swedish publication that Sweden has seen nothing like it since sympathy strikes against Toys “R” Us in the 1990s. In those delirious early days of globalization, the American toy chain arrived, similarly thinking that it could export its labor market practices along with its goods. But Swedish workers would have none of it. The transport workers union stopped transporting goods from Toys “R” Us; the dockworkers union stopped handling its arriving cargo; Fastighets stopped cleaning its shops and facilities; and eventually the American giant relented.

“The strikes against Tesla are, of course, about Tesla’s workers in Sweden, because they deserve the same rights as other workers in Sweden,” said Laura Hartman, who was until last fall chief economist at LO, Sweden’s blue-collar trade union confederation. “But primarily this is about the Swedish model, which is built on the concept that the labor market parties reach agreements. If companies start deviating from it, this will undermine our system and legislate about many workers’ rights.” Sweden, for example, doesn’t have a minimum wage—because unions and employers jointly negotiate such matters.

Back in the ‘90s, U.S. firms rapidly expanded in a dizzying range of emerging market economies, and expanding there often meant that they could also export their way of doing business. Western European companies did the same. There were other hurdles, to be sure, but a solid collective-bargaining system wasn’t one of them. U.S. foreign policy pursued a similar strategy: Other countries were to become more like America. This wasn’t done with malice. American business leaders and policymakers simply assumed that countries opening up would naturally want to become more like the United States. In those exuberant years, it didn’t occur to most American leaders, or admittedly to leaders from other Western countries, that states might want market economies and even democracy—but done their own way.

“In Sweden, we have very few strikes, and that’s because employers and unions work closely together,” Saikkala noted. “This benefits the labor market. The situation may be different in other countries, but it’s strange to assume that a company can use the same model around the world.” Indeed, Musk seems unaware that Swedish unions are different from American ones. In December, Tesla advertised on its careers page for a person with “a proven track record of getting regulatory changes made in the Nordics” to be based in Stockholm or Oslo. The listing is no longer available, though it’s unclear if this is because the person who’s to force the Nordics to change their generations-old labor market system has been hired—or because someone realized it was a bad idea.

Either way, in the Swedish unions, the world’s some-time richest man has encountered what may be the most maddening hurdle of his career. Even though going on strike is expensive for unions and thus their members, the sympathy strikes have kept accumulating. The fate of a few dozen mechanics has turned into a battle between the softer Nordic model and the unbridled capitalist vision of people like Musk. “All of a sudden, people in Sweden and beyond are learning a lot about collective bargaining,” Hartman reflected. “In the long run, this can strengthen unions in other countries. Small trade unions have a tendency to become militant. Large trade unions like we have in Sweden tend to work more collaboratively with employers, and that model is what’s at risk if companies like Tesla refuse to allow collective bargaining.”

Indeed, Tesla has emerged looking tin-eared, and not just because of the job advert. Rather than giving a few dozen Swedish autoworkers the right to collective bargaining, the world’s by far most valuable automaker is—for example—collecting its trash in vans and using a convoluted way of getting temporary license plates. Now 16 Nordic institutional investors with combined assets of more than $1 trillion have written to Tesla headquarters asking the company to work with the Swedish unions. The Danish pension fund PensionDanmark is even selling its Tesla shares over the dispute. As Billy Bragg sang, “There is power in a union.”

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Death and the Promises He Made

Chapter 2 (finally omg)

Pairing: Papa Emeritus II x Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI, mentions of abuse, drug use, and forced prostitution

Tag List: @sirianisrock (let me know if you’d like to be added 💖)

I didn’t look towards Eddie as the skull faced man took my hand, leading me out of the bar. I knew, I fucking knew he had a smirk on his face. Just another way he could destroy me - break my boundaries. Always, I stayed in the lion's den he enslaved me in, but he gave me the courtesy to never allow the lions to drag my body away from the familiar cruelty. This, however, was a new cruelty.

Quite frankly, I didn’t care if this harsh looking man I followed would kill me. He looked like he could. Guiding me away, the unfamiliar man towered over my body, as did the strangely masked men. Physically, he could overpower me, but now, a mental overpowering was unfolding, too.

But I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, why this man held my hand so gently, as if it was made of glass. The patrons cat called as I left, but the man shot severe looks at them, which quieted them. I liked the power he had over them, his evil looks; what I could only hope is that he wouldn’t have cruelty with me, too.

As we neared the double doors of the bar, past the blue neon beer signs and posters of naked women, he let my hand go and opened the door for me. His hands were gloved; to his benefit, no human hand should ever touch those dirty bar doors. Still, holding the door open for me, a gentlemanly gesture, was something very rare for me these days.

The desert winter air struck me harder than I imagined. The night was darker, more solid than it usually was when I typically left the bar - the usual lighting of early morning, making the mountains on the east side of this town more visible than in the solid night. But I couldn’t see the mountains tonight. I let out a cold sigh, seeing my breath mist as I breathed out.

The man slipped his hand on the small of my back to guide me towards his car, the other hand gesturing towards them. Instinctively, I recoiled from his touch. I just hated being touched and the violence that would so often follow.

He withdrew his hand, following my reaction. I didn’t think too much of it.

There were so many large black vans, looking awfully expensive compared to the bikes and trucks that typically filled the parking lot. This legion looked so out of place, so distinguished, too much for this place.

I shivered again, not quite sure if it was the cold or withdrawal hitting me.

When we neared his car, I could see one of those masked men in the driver’s seat through the tinted windows. The car was already running, exhaust fumes pillowing behind. He opened the back door for me, gesturing me to enter. Instantly, the warmth of the car’s heating soothed me.

The interior of the car was black, and the scent was like it was brand new - rich leather, real leather and very, very clean.

I scooted myself across the back seat’s bench, making room for the man to enter behind me. Silently, I buckled myself in, putting my purse at my feet.

“Buenosera, ghoul, we’ll retire for the evening.” He instructed the masked driver.

Ghoul? Damn, and I thought Eddie treated his employees rough.

“Si, Papa.” A husky, deep voice replied. The man sitting in the driver’s seat was stoic, as if he were a vessel, only able to move once commanded.

Papa? Too often, “daddy” was the name my patrons preferred; it was patriarchal and perverse. It was all the same to me. Any other night, I would have cringed at calling him that, but the deep voiced driver said ‘Papa’ like it was some sort of title. Someone he revered.

Regardless of any curiosity, I couldn’t help the cringe I made over the name.

“Something wrong, signora?” The man called Papa asked, observing my face.

“Oh, um, no.” I started, realizing I needed to silence the emotions I so often wore on my face. I did have a job to do, I suppose. “Just, I usually call my, uh, clients, daddy or something. Papa’s just a new one. Do you want me to call you that?”

“Ah. No, no. It’s a title, so to say.” He clarified. “You do not need to call me ‘Papa,’ the driver ghoul must call me Papa - I’ll send him back to hell if he doesn't use the name.” He playfully threatened.

I smirked, doubting him, but entertaining him. The way he said it, something about his stern face. He overcompensated his mean visage with these remarks, like he wanted to see me laugh, wanted to make me comfortable. It was nice.

I cast one look at the dinghy bar as we departed the parking lot. How cruel it really all was, and how lost I got along the way. This ugly place, and the wicked men it held. It destroyed the beauty that I held. It didn’t matter how I looked, I had simply become a ghost. Here I was now, being driven away from the bar, as if it was some sort of strong hold, a safe place. I shouldn’t be afraid, I shouldn’t miss this place. But, it was familiar.

Perhaps it was just the familiarity of captivity.

The glow of the bar’s halogen lights faded, as we drove further down the desert road. It was so novel, to be afraid of leaving the place that had destroyed me. I knew what to expect, but I hated it all. Hated what had become of my shit life. How I was so tired of being strong, hoping to escape from this miserable trailer park life, then so weak from abuse, and then, worst, nothing at all.

A sniffle I didn’t mean to take captured the man’s attention. In my peripheral vision, I saw his internal debate to acknowledge my emotions or not. I half hoped he wouldn’t, but the unsettling comfort he made me feel almost prompted something. Trust, maybe.

“Would you like us to drive you home, little one? We don’t have to return to the hotel.” He broke the silence.

“No, it’s fine.” I lied. “I’ll get over it. Sorry, I know some people don’t like sniffling.”

“You do not have to lie to me,” he cut through, “I am not going to hurt you. I promise.”

A promise.

Somehow, that broke me. I couldn’t control the sobs that I wracked suddenly. My breath could hardly keep up as my body crumpled in on itself. I felt his hand on my shoulder. It was as if he didn’t dare move it down my body.

Maybe I could blame my emotions on withdrawal, but I hadn’t felt emotions this strongly for so long. I couldn’t remember when I could feel. Just feel.

Why was I so affected by his words? Half of my brain, the last reasonable one, said that he’s just like everyone who’s said that before. They want you to trust them, make you feel comfortable, give you hope that he would make everything better - but always. Always. He left you. He’ll take your money, the last of your booze, and another piece of your soul.

God damn it. There was another half of my brain, the part that still wanted to be human. Maybe it’ll be different this time. He won’t me, and things will change. I could be free again. He could take me away from this life. Maybe I can get a piece of my soul back.

The battle raged in my brain, almost suspending my body in the moment.

A small squeeze he gave. Reassuring. Grounding.

“What can I do for you, dear, to make you feel better?”

“Can you just,” another sniffle, surely I looked a mess, “can you just hold me?”

“Like a hug?”

“Like a hug.”

“Of course, dear.” He waited for me to move closer to him. Only after I was settled did he wrap his arms around me. Almost paternal, but very safe, I felt steadied in his arms. Up close, through the tears, his suit’s thread was rich - a small paisley detail throughout the fabric. Each cut, immaculately tailored to his figure and not a thread out of place. His cologne was equally luxurious - smokey, subtle, masculine. Almost, almost, I felt trust. I could almost feel comforted.

I didn’t know anything about him, not even his name. And, I just asked him for a fucking hug. God, I felt pathetic.

“I’m sorry, sir, but could you not call me the pet names?” I probed, worried the comfort might end. But, so far, he hadn’t given me any indication that I couldn’t speak my peace.

“Certainly.” He said so solidly. “I will need your name though, if I may have it.”

“You can call me Eden.” It wasn’t my name, but I always liked it. I really didn’t use my real name anymore. I could pretend with him, as a last safeguard.

“Eden? That’s a lovely name.” The name felt safe in his voice.

“Thanks,” I said. “What would you like me to call you?”

“I have several names, little Eden, you can choose. Some call me Papa, others say Secondo, and those who are closest to me call me Lorzeno. But, eh, you could also use Mr. E.”

“Mystery?” I nearly cringed.

He chuckled at the miscommunication. “No, no, Mr. E. Emeritus is my surname.”

A pause. The thought came into my mind - emeritus. Before I had this life, I was a good Catholic girl. Emeritus was commonly used for a retired pope. I may have lost some of my reasoning, as well as my faith, but something about this man told me wasn’t Catholic.

Frankly, I didn’t have a prayer either way. At worst, he was going to kill me, I so thoroughly believed. I didn’t really give a fuck.

“I’ll call you Secondo. Sounds Italian.”

“Yes, my name means the second. I am the second eldest of my brothers.”

“Awfully creative parents you had,” I joked.

This brought some level of bemusement to the man, a small chuckle fell out. He patted my head, letting his gloves hand linger in my hair for a little while longer. It felt nice.

As cruel as prostitution was, the rushed intimacy between myself and a stranger broke down any boundaries or reservations about physical touch. Disgusting me often, but in his arms, just right now, the touch was almost welcome.

As if reading my mind, he said so, so softly. “Rest now, little Eden. I will awaken you once we arrive.”

So Eden I was.

No trust I could have for this man, who looked like nothing but death. Maybe that’s why it was so natural to fall asleep next to him - easily, faintly, quietly, I drifted to the lightest state of sleep. Like death, so natural and comfortable.

Time stood still, as it often does in between consciousness and unconsciousness. But I drifted, feeling as safer than I had ever been in that bar. Although unfamiliar, I followed him as he held me steady.

#papa emeritus secondo #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus x original female character #papa emeritus ii fic #secondo x reader #secondo #secondo fic #we all need to be protected by the big guy

[margoteve]

Character Thoughts on Lawrence Limburger.

I had some thoughts about Lawrence Limburger from Biker Mice from Mars. I have finished watching first season and IDK it got me thinking how vile the man is.

So he's a really good business man and politician in the worst way possible. If he was human villain he would be quoting Sun Tzu or some modern age Steve Jobs I bet. Because all those pretentious villains do.

His schemes most of the time appear to be acts of good will and philantropy which is the worst kind of villain. To public he is benevolent if not awfully stinky and ridiculous man. His company most likely has an excellent working conditions as he tries to maintain a certain image with the human public. Plus the constant destruction of his tower he HAS to have great bonuses to keep people from quitting. Like in the episode introducing the Loogi Brothers, he took time to personally answer the calls from angry office workers. Illusions of good persona are so importat to him, otherwise how else will you steal Earth right from under humanity's nose?

I mean I am certain he must have bribed his way into ruining Chicago to the state it is now to a certain degree but I doubt anyone would be able to track it to him directly or if they did they probably got disposed of. I would have loved an episode with a news reporter doing an investigation on some suspicious activity and finding Limburger got his fingers in it and then running into Mice while running for their life.

I bet while some in Chi-Town, those who worked with Biker Mice in the past, would see them as heroes those who don't see them as menaces most likely, frequent destruction of property is certainly a reason to dislike them. I bet construction companies love them tho lol. The constant rebuilding of Limburger Tower must be making them a bank.

I think it's interesting how the show must look to the regular Chicago person from the outside. We only see Mice as heroes bc that's how the show presents it.

Great Cheese is cunning, two face and slimy, villain that if not for the rules of the genre of the show would be a serious threat which explains and gives chilling insight on just how easily Mars got stripped mined in the first place. Just look at all the social projects evil schemes he presented to the public:

solar power plant in exchange of the outdated (?) sewage system/cleaning plant

free services for evacuating the city during earthquakes

free cleanup from a toxic spill (nevermind it was destroying the park in the process and the toxins were his inventions - the public didn't know that or other options of how to deal with it)

a new subway tunnel

This is what the public knows of him. We have the knowledge of Limburger being a land stealing intergalactic oligarch (regular American businessman LOL) because the show wants us to know this. To a regular person who only hears about him from the news he's next best thing in the world. No surprise he managed to stay on top in Chicago until Biker Mice came bc they are the only ones with first hand experience of his "benevolence" always having a flip side. If not for his cartoonish looks and behaviour in the show he could have been on Xanatos level of villain but he is played more for gags rather than serious tone of Gargoyles.

But he keeps losing (thankfully). The difference here between the villain and heroes is the most classic one. His closest employees have no loyalty to him unlike Biker Mice who rely heavily on their loyalty to each other and trust each other (the famous Power of Friendship and unspeakable voilence lmao). Like the Great Cheese himself often states - "it's so hard to find good help these days".

To sum it up - Limburger is skilled politician/business man and if the show had any other tone than parody he would have destroyed Earth in like a month (exaggerating here). Fortunately for the show's world Mice are the Mongols to Limburger's Roman Empire and firmly thwarth all of his schemes.

Because Friendship and unspeakbable violence LOL.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. Also I am really curious how the Ryan Reynolds reboot gonna portray the Stinky Cheese.

#biker mice from mars #lawrence limburger #limburger bmfm #bmfm #character analysis #modo #throttle bmfm #vinnie bmfm