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simp4konig · 9 months

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Self-aware König X Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: ~2800

König slowly comes to the realisation that he was in a game, that he was never real, and that he'll never be with reader.

His sense of self deteriorates as all he wishes for is to escape from the boundaries of his code and be real.

In this instance, ignorance really *was* bliss.

*Slow burn

*König has a mental breakdown at one point lmao

Edit on same day: HOLY SHIT thank u for so many notes!!!!!!!!!!! 🥹🥹💞💞💞💞💞 You guys are so nice 🫣🫣

*Self-aware AU belongs to @puff0o0 !!!🥳🥳 (The girl behind the disguise🥸... Was rthis loser all along!!!!! 😈😈imagine giving permission to 👍THIS 👍idiot to write Ur fic idea lol u made a mistake 💀💀💀ok but idid my best not to ruin their awesome au with this pathetic controbution and jope I honoured it well 😭😭 but fr i had been stalking their profile since the begigning of their self aware! au and ivloved their acc 🥺🥺I love their imagines and how they fulfill the request yet leave enoith for imaginstion !! (which, don't mind if I do🤠all of the König scenarios added tovmy incessant daydreamimg hhhhhhhhh oh no),, and when they followed me I was staring at my phone with the BIGGEST goofy grin on my face 🥹🥹Thank YOU sm!!!!! 🫂MUCH LOVE!!!!!!!!!!💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

*To anyone waiting (I've gotten such lovely messages from people saying they liked my first fic (which made me so happy as it was the first ever fanfiction I published online🥹🥹)), Part TWO of my first fic is on its way !!!,, I didn't want to make u guys all fluffy 🥰🩷💘✨🤗 inside only to tear your hearts 💔🥀🗡️🗡️😭 in two witj this 😿 dw I promise to reward u guys with another fic and cute himbo (and absolute menace while on the battlefield 👹)König <33, with King X König having more wholesome interactions in the near future!!

If you had told König that he wasn't real, he would have looked at you blankly and said nothing, passing off your suggestion as a joke of sorts that he possibly couldn't understand.

Perhaps if he was ever faced with a situation like this he'd question you about it, but nothing more, and drop the subject at hand.

Honestly, the likelihood of him ever thinking over this twice would have been slim, as he would not pay your philosophy much thought shortly afterwards.

In fact, he believed that his life as a Kortac operator was indeed a real one, and he wore his embroided Austrian flag on his shoulder with something next to pride, always praised for his outstanding efforts by his superiors in the same tone of voice. To König, however, it meant nothing, and he'd only nod his head in an attempt at gratitude, turning his back to the commemoration in indifference.

Despite not remembering anything of his childhood, his upbringing — hell, even any of his past prior to becoming a soldier — König didn't ever think over it too deeply. The overwhelming pressure to make sure missions went without a hitch and constant deployments to foreign countries left no time to reminisce, especially not when his work was so demanding, and it only made sense to him that they were the reason for his forgotten memories.

Besides, even if he had time to spare and be inactive, he had to stay focused, as being an operator meant that he couldn't let any nostalgia or softness distract him from his tasks.

On the battlefield, König worked on autopilot, performing finishing kills with efficiency and with machine-like precision. Reacting quickly to enemies ambushing him from behind or an enemy that was laying on the floor behind the corner waiting to shoot him in the head, he'd eliminate the targets with bullets to spare. Really, he was unstoppable, and he was on a killing streak.

Until he was shot in the head one day.

The moment it happened, the shot was like an explosion that almost obliterated his eardrums, outside noise deafened like his head was underwater. All he could hear was the high-pitched ringing, and it held an uncanny resemblance to the beeping of a heart rate monitor machine that he would never lay next to, dying instead on a bed of cold rubble and broken shrapnel.

Somehow conscious enough to look around, his mind was completely empty, eyes attempting to adjust. What he'd assumed would happen in a time like this was his mind flashing with memories like a movie reel in his last moments, his entire life playing out in his final dying seconds.

Yet he remembered nothing. No Mama, no Papa, no childhood or any his life trials, nothing that had changed him and moulded his character, not even his motive for enlisting into the military in the first place.

The part that was most unnerving about all this was his complete apathy to it all.

Did he even care that he was dying? Shouldn't he at least feel regret at having essentially been the one to pull the trigger, cutting his own life short with the lifestyle he had committed himself to? Why wasn't he scared, sad, even bewildered at the very least, shocked that his life would soon end so unceremoniously? Fuck, not even mild disappointment at least at not even had travelled the world, and failing to ever explore any place besides abandoned buildings housing hostages and terrorist bases swarming with foes? Nothing at all?

Unable to process his situation, König just... laid there, unmoving, while his surroundings moved in double speed. Nondescript figures holding rifles wearing camo and balaclavas blurred in his vision, and he couldn't differentiate the enemy from his own.

Slowly losing consciousness, he felt his world darken around him, dulling his senses to the mayhem unfolding in real time. He'd accepted his fate, and could do nothing about it. That was that. And this was it.

It was a shock to his system when a silhouetted hand pulled him up by the arm limp by his side and shouted in his face, "Get up, soldier! This is no place to die!"

König didn't need to be told twice. He nodded his head robotically, his eyes looking ahead of him with a thousand-yard stare, and not even sparing a glance to the anonymous ally that saved him, he picked up the his gun off the floor and loaded another magazine into it with a satisfying click.

In his delirium, he worked on autopilot after that, shooting at anything that shot at him first. Too much in a daze, he was past the point of realising that the gaping bullet wound had suddenly sealed itself, vanishing entirely and leaving no mark that it was ever there.

After that, König didn't realise that he wasn't real when any injuries still didn't affect him. He assumed that his insensitivity to wounds was a result of a high pain tolerance, and his body healing miraculously was his ability to regenerate fast.

Although he would lay on the ground, his arm outstretched while through gritted teeth shouting: "Scheisse! Ich brauche hier Hilfe! I need some help over here!"; truth be told, he'd only do so when he after getting used to seeing so many bodies writhe in pain like so, and something for some reason told him that it was the right thing to do.

Waking up moments after not far from the spot he supposedly died in a daze, all bullet wounds gone, he didn't have time in the moment to think over the specifics of his death. Maybe he was hallucinating, or remembering things incorrectly.

König began to suspect that something was wrong when he'd hear his operators say the same sentence word for word. He rationalised that the constant shooting that never ceased even late into the night and dangerous missions that left him with far too many close calls put pressure on his mind. This mania amongst soldiers in the military was a common phenomenon after all, so it shouldn't have been as much of a surprise for König when he felt waves of déjà vu at hearing statements he could have sworn were related to him before at one point, and going to infiltrate areas that were vaguely familiar.

At some point, he thought something was REALLY wrong when he was storming a military base with... a sniper rifle.

Time stood still as he inspected the weapon in his hands, eyes wide.

That... was impossible. He had never been a sniper. True, he had wanted to be one from the beginning, yet he had adapted to his role as the main means of assault, always on the offensive rather on the defensive. So then... Why?

Adding to that, his appearance would differ. They were subtle changes at first, yet still noticeable: a red helmet instead of his black; an ochre hood instead of his black veil with its signature red streaks; a sniper camoflauge when that disguise had never been in his possession before; and even a gas mask with a hazmat suit when he had been wearing something else altogether on the helicopter heading towards its destination.

Although König hadn't know it yet, his reality was slowly shattering along the cracks, but he stubbornly fought the gnawing feeling that ate him up from the inside. He had to stay focused, he repeated to himself. No time to ponder when a task was at hand.

"All units ready your weapons, and in position immediately." Through his walkie-talkie, a voice began counting down the time left before the mission would begin. "60 seconds."

König checked all of his gear, making sure that everything was in place and he was fully equipped. A rifle, a side-arm, ammo, grenades, a med kit for an emergency and a knife. "40 seconds."

Looking up into the sky and straight into the sun, he didn't need to cover his sight as his eyes weren't affected by it at all. Yet, his eyes squinted in confusion, sensing that he was seeing something that he wasn't meant to see behind the glowing eye. "20 seconds."

He saw more than an eye. An ear, a nose, then a mouth. A face.

He saw you.

You were looking at him through a screen, holding a controller and waiting to start playing your game.

His reality shattered all at once, and he stumbled on his feet, unable to regain his balance, feeling himself go weak in the knees. He tuned out the all-important seconds through the communication device, unable to compose himself as for the first time ever he struggled to breathe.

Suddenly, all of it made sense.

People telling him the same things and never deviating from the topic of the mission, the reawakenings, the pain insensitivity — all of it was because none of it was never real.

People never branched off into other topics of conversation because their sole existence was limited to a few hand-selected voiceliness and idle animations. With each upgrade and level up, König had gotten praise from from him superiors, which explained how emotionless their announcements always sounded and why they were so constant.

The frequent brushes with death weren't a matter of luck, and instead it was just his entity respawning until a certain condition was met, until either Kortac or Specgru came out victorious — otherwise, he could "die" as many times as it took until the time ran out.

He was unfazed by bullets that grazed him and knives that tore though his flesh as he could physically feel no pain, his very existence artificial, his skin composed of pixels with no human matter hidden beneath them.

And, his inability to trace back to before he was transferred to Kortac was all because it was all he was programmed to know. There was no childhood. There was no Mama or Papa. It was just him in this world, and he had been manufactured, his thoughts and behaviours fabricated.

For a moment, he considered you the creator of his word, his God, and felt forsaken. He wanted to curse you, to snap your neck in his hands and watch your head drop lifelessly in his hold.

Yet it became apparent that you weren't the one behind this realm. Seeing the headphones strapped to your head and the controller held in anticipation in your hands, you were simply indulging in a past time, and weren't to blame for his state in any way. It wasn't your fault that you were unknowingly playing as a König trapped in the game.

You let out a groan of frustration, mashing buttons on your controller in an attempt to get König to move.

"What the fuck is going on?!" You hissed, trying in any way you could to start playing. Checking your router and the game's ping, you saw that your connection was secure, and that there was no reason for König to be frozen in place. "Fucking piece of shit console."

König shook his head, still disbelieving and unable to accept his fictional reality, yet hearing the sound of your voice made everything an even tougher pill to swallow. He had to stay in character. For you; it was the least that he could do.

After the initial lag at the beginning of the match, the game went smoothly and you couldn't find any faults. However, you suddenly noticed that your movements over König improved, moving with more fluidity and suddenly taking less damage than what you would normally use to. Headshot after headshot and kills all of the time poured onto on your screen until you'd find yourself being ganged up by bitter players wanting to ruin your streak as revenge.

Still, you topped the leaderboards with a new personal record that night. 97 kills to 0 deaths flashed on your screen, and you jumped up from your gaming chair, ecstatic, almost knocking it over in the process.

König felt butterflies in his stomach seeing you smile and jump around excitedly, and that's when he had found his purpose.

From that moment on, you became his lifeline. You gave the unfeeling König something to live for, a motive to keep fighting that he hadn't been given when being created in the game — for you and your greater good.

Really, you made him feel things: made him feel alive; made him fight with more passion and determination when your happiness was on the line.

He fell... In love.

The feelings and emotions he felt in his chest chest were genuine, and weren't pre-written in a script or manipulated by a third-party. Even the bullets that would pierce through his gear and leave him on the ground withering in agony was worth it, and he'd exchange his invincibility any day to feel what he felt when he saw your face, and the smile that tugged at your lips when you were revived or got a difficult kill.

His love for you was immortal, and it would persist through generations and could last for a lifetime, and König was almost certain that you could feel all of his energy channelling through your TV.

He found himself lovingly staring at you through the screen, admiring you as if you were an ephemeral being, a beautiful angel, even when your hair was greasy, your old tee had armpit stains and your eyes were bloodshot from how long you had been playing. Really, none of that put König off — if anything, all of those made you so distinctly you, so human.

Yet, König was in love with someone that was practically in another dimension and he would never speak to them, never touch them, never share thoughts and pass the time doing everything and nothing with them. None of that, because he wasn't real.

Had his life improved now they he had grown self-awareness? Had his ignorance really been bliss before his revelation? Perhaps if he had been another NPC that only gained manipulated consciousness whenever the player spawned in the map he wouldn't be so stricken with grief and crouched over in agony, the knuckles on his hands turning white from how fervently he was gripping his mask. He'd hyperventilate off-screen, sometimes the torment being too much.

Being so close to you yet being restricted to his three-dimensional world was bittersweet at the least, and internal suffering at most. His insatiable craving to be with you, and you with him only, fuelled his desperation, and he tried to keep you with him for as long as possible through any means necessary.

When you selected an operator that wasn't König, your game glitched heavily and would even crash whenever you made the mistake of even complimenting their design, and God forbid whenever you tried to play as someone other than him, as your console would near explode.

When you'd boot up a different game on your PlayStation, your loading screen would suddenly transport you back to the one of MW2, König greeting you with a voiceline that he reserved and perfected just for you:

"Welcome back, schatz. I have been waiting for you." Because he treasured you, and you were the only person that he could ever have feelings for.

Perhaps a recent update was fucking up your console, or it was just malfunctiong due to age. Either way, playing on an eight year old PS4 meant it could only run for so long and glitches like this were inevitable, yet you persisted in keeping the console running, not in your budget to afford to upgrade.

You'd search frantically on the internet for any information about the new König voicelines and whether there was any resolution for your problem when playing CoD, something telling you that your game was not functioning in the way that it should.

A thought crossed your mind that König had gone rogue, and you tried to laugh it off. Swallowing thickly, that still didn't relieve the deep pit in your stomach. If anything, the mere idea made it worse for you, and you'd get an intense gut feeling that would make you feel dizzy whenever König would make eyes contact with you and stand there, making you question whether he was acting out of character or not.

His attempts to keep you with him were commendable, yet none of it could change the fact that it would never be anything more than one-sided pining, a deep longing for a person whose world kept spinning while his stopped once you logged off the game, his day ending abruptly and being consumed by darkness.

For now, König had to content himself with being stuck behind a screen. He wished so desperately to be able to touch you, to escape this human generated world that trapped him in these bounds, and to find who he really is when with you. Shrouded in this deep black void, all he could do was wait patiently until you'd boot up the game again.

A hand was placed on his side of the screen longingly, resting it gently on the face on the other side.

Note: this wasn't meant to be so sad ,how did an idea of König popping out from the screen turnvto this 😭😭

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melminli · 3 months

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Devil's Advocate II

pairing: hazbin hotel x fem. reader

summery - after you died, you didn't really find it surprising to end up in hell. though, what you did find quiet amusing was that your life down here sucked just a bit less than the one before.

word count: 1.5k

contains: cursing, strong language, sinner reader, violence, religious themes (obviously), sexual themes, demon horniness

part I

"So...ya and that pretty lady over there seemed to be pretty tight, if ya know what I mean." Angel Dust asked curiously, ready to hear some tea. He grinned as he tilted his head to the side flirtatiously. "She some ex of yours, or somethin' like that?"

Husker just looked at him with his usual grim look while he was cleaning a few glasses. Then his gaze briefly wandered away to your figure, who was forced to deal with the Radio Demon and the Princess of Hell. Yeah, you haven't really been successful in getting out of this hotel yet.

"None of your business." He said with his monotone voice and let Angel hang his head in disappointment. "...I'm far too sober for this shit."

A groan could be heard. "Oh, come on, ya grumpy cat! Don't leave me high and dry, I know there's some good story to be heard!"

Before Husker could leave him hanging one more time, a red demon manifested next to them, much to their surprise. "I would also like to hear this good story, if you wouldn't mind sharing it with us, my good friend!" Alastor expressed his interest and looked menacingly at the barkeeper for a few seconds to make it clear that he did not have the privilege of turning his request down.

Fuck you, Larry. This is all your fault. "...we go back a long way." He reluctantly shared the information. "She was obsessed with money back then too, so I saw her in the same casino as me sometimes. Though, she died a long time before me, so I've only really known her since I went to hell." He summarized as briefly as possible.

Angel Dust raised an eyebrow. "That's it?" He asked, a little disappointed, even though he hadn't expected the man in front of him to be a good storyteller. "How did she die?"

Cat eyes looked a little nervously at the two people in front of him, while he didn't make a sound. How unfortunate, Alastor thought to himself, and his sharp teeth showed as he understood the situation. "Looks like Husker isn't allowed to tell us this information. That's very interesting! Very interested indeed..." He laughed, and his creepy gaze shifted briefly to your figure. "Seems like we need to find out directly from the source."

The once Overlord looked over at Angel Dust with slight concern and saw how the spiders' eyes were also glancing towards your form. It wasn't that he didn't trust you, but demons as reckless as him fell into your trap like flies to a web. Besides, it wasn't like he was on your best side right now. "I'd be careful." He said to the crowd even though he didn't give a rat's ass about Alastor. "She's not known for making packs with demons left and right for nothing, and I can assure you there's not the slightest chance of escaping from her contracts once you're in it." He said and added. "That's the price for holding up her end of the deal without any sneaky tricks, I suppose."

Well, that sounded unusual. After all, it was normal that one Demon after another stabbed the other in the back, there was no such thing as trusting the other person's word. But maybe that was why you were so popular. "Calm down, I'm not gonna sell my soul to her." Angel laughed. I couldn't even if I wanted to.

Husker placed another clean glass on the counter. "It doesn't have to be your soul. She'll find something she wants from you, and she's good with her mouth, so you'll give it to her. They all do in the end." He said and reached for a bottle of whiskey, ignoring the two incredulous looks he received. He took a sip and was initially confused as to what was going on with the two until he realized what he had said and choked on his drink. "Words! I meant to say words, damn it." He corrected himself.

Alastor didn't blink for a few seconds, and Angel, on the other side, just laughed amusedly. Maybe he wasn't so wrong with his first guess, after all. "Of course ya were."

"Well, thank you for your kind hospitality, but I'm afraid that I'll be taking my leave now." You spoke to the two girls. As much as Charlie regretted it, she couldn't convince you to spend a few nights at the Hazbin Hotel. Apart from the fact that she would have had a new guest, it might have enhanced the hotel's reputation if someone as renowned as you had visited. Though, unfortunately that didn't work out.

I've messed up again. Charlie tried not to look too depressed, even though she really was an open book. "Oh, all right. Thanks for listening to me."

You smiled while rubbing her shoulder. "Of course, darling." You replied, but that didn't really seem to cheer her up. You couldn't help but be a little gentler with her, she had a good heart for a hell born. "Let's make a deal." You suggested to her as an idea popped into your head.

Right after the sentence came out of your mouth, Vaggie narrowed her eyes and stepped protectively in front of her girlfriend. "Charlie doesn't make deals with demons like you." She said protectively, and you leaned closer to her at what she said. Your pupils narrowed to slits and two more eyes opened menacingly on your face. "What do you mean with demons like me, little lady, hm?" You asked her as the light in the room began to flicker, and you saw her continue to stand her ground, even though you could smell the slight fear emanating from her.

You pulled back again and returned to your normal self. "I'm just kidding, I know I'm a greedy bitch." You laughed out and saw how Vaggies eye twitch in irritation while Charlie laughed along a little uncomfortably. "Well, even though I wouldn't mind making an official deal with the little princess, I was thinking more of a friendly kind of deal." You suggested. "I'll put in a good word if the subject of your hotel comes up with anyone I know, and in return, I'd just like to ask you for a teeny tiny favor."

That didn't sound so bad. It would be good for their image if someone like you would spread a few good things about the hotel. Before Charlie could agree, Vaggie straddled back in. "And what does this favor involve?"

You conjured up a collar with a bell and an old Poloroid camera with a snap of your fingers. "Make Husk wear this and take lots of photos of it. Preferably of the process too, 'cause I'm working on some thank you cards for my company." You say and put the two things in her hands. You then remembered something. "Oh! And give this to him too." You added and handed Charlie a piece of paper. "That bastard owes me sixty thousand dollars 'cause of that Berry guy, or whatever his name was."

You were about to turn around and walk to the door when you met two red eyes right in front of you. "Leaving us so soon, what a shame." Said the Radio Demon with a smile as you took a step back so that you were no longer face to face. "Your presence turned out to be quite entertaining, I too had secretly hoped that you would give our great hotel a chance." He announced, pointing his funny stick at you.

You pushed it aside with your finger. "Well, thank you, Blossom, but I'm afraid my presence is in demand at other places." You pronounced not very regretfully.

He raised an eyebrow and would find your nicknames more amusing if he'd understood the reference. "And where would that be?"

You looked neutral. "I actually have a massage appointment at six. See you then." You said goodbye and went away with a poof after you clapped with your hands.

A few seconds of silence passed after you disappeared, and Vaggie looked at the objects in her hands again, a little questioningly. "So, what's the best way to go about this?" She asked Charlie, who was already looking thoughtfully at the bar. "Let's ask him first. Maybe he's in a good mood."

Vaggie looked at the man in question and saw him drinking a large bottle of alcohol before throwing it in the back to get his hands on another one. "Sweetie, do you know Husk?"

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jwirecs · 6 months

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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF OCTOBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of october! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Photograph || @i-am-baechu💕💔✅

↳ Jimin hated Y/N. Y/N didn’t know why. It all changed with a photograph.

Beside You || @nochukoo97🔞💕✅

↳ you miss your boyfriend after not seeing him for a long time, so who could blame you if you couldn’t resist him once you saw him?

Claimed || @bethschamberoftales🔞💕💔✅

↳ He promised that he is going to fuck you hard so you won't be able to walk after that. You took that lightly but the thing is, Jungkook never breaks his promises.

Finish Line || @bonny-kookoo🔞💕🔄

↳ He's one of the best, no race too tough to handle, every track a new challenge he takes on- especially when it's you who's waiting at the finish line for him.

Loverboy || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅

↳ After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

Never Goodbye || @smutlvrrr🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again…

Support System || @bangtanfanfiction🔞💕✅

↳ You’re the support system Hoseok needs in times of uncertainty without his members. And you make sure he knows it.

Masked Miracles || @remedyx🔞💕💔🔄

↳ It wasn't supposed to happen this way. A quick in and out. Infiltrate and bring down a hybrid trafficking ring. Saving lives while we're at it. But things hardly ever go to plan. And being locked in with seven hybrids that meant more to me than victims forced into a life they didn't deserve was definitely not according to the plan.

Safe And Sound || @bearr02🔞💕💔🔄

↳ You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

A Thief's End || @eleni-cherie🔞💕💔✅

↳ he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

Best Served Cold || @anotherbtswriter🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Yoongi is at the bottom of the organization just trying to stay alive when the story starts.

City Of Lights || @sunnebeam🔞💕💔🔄

↳ (theres no summary, but i will put the warnings instead! - warnings: gangster squad au, smut (18+), cheating, mafia shit, minor character death, murder, mentions of blood)

Cruel Intentions || @explicit-tae🔞💕💔✅

↳ You adored your eldest brother - you truly did. Before his addiction got the best of him, he was amazing at caring for you and your other siblings. Now, however, it was your turn to care for him without the help of your siblings who long abandoned him, advising you to do the same. Once your brother manages to get himself imprisoned, you realize just how much trouble he got himself into. Once your family is threatened, you offer to pay off the debts your brother owes with the one thing any powerful man couldn't resist - your virginity.

Darkest Little Paradise || @sunnebeam🔞💕💔🔄

↳ (theres no summary, but i will put the warnings: mafia au, smut (18+), sex work, mentions of past accident, amnesia / memory loss, more warnings to be added upon series completion)

My Beauty, My Blood || @7cypher🔞💕💔✅

↳ With Namjoon out of the picture, Jeongguk has to step up and be the sole successor to the organization laid out before him. However, guilt doesn’t escape him very easily, and neither does your persistence.

Vixen || @star-my🔞💕💔✅

↳ The door to the opulent room swung open soundlessly, allowing the tall, muscular man to enter unnoticed. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the young woman seated at the vanity.

After Hours || @archivedkookie🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ staying after hours with Yoongi for months proves to be a mistake when your heart falls for him.

Champagne Confetti || @busanboykoo🔞💕✅💯

↳ “you won't regret me, champagne confetti” or maybe just jungkook wants you to tell him what you want him to do to you.

Flower Girl || @nochukoo97💕✅

↳ you’re in charge of mentoring jungkook, a convict who’s currently doing community service. as time goes by, you grow closer and closer to the man, finding out more about him and his past. jungkook makes you crazy with his small gestures, he makes your cheeks turn the same shade as carnations, he makes you dizzy. most of all, he makes you his flower girl

Mami || @kithtaehyung🔞✅

↳ you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.

Nothing New || @myg-butterfly💕💔✅

↳ You get hurt and have to find a replacement. You just didn't think that replacement extended to your relationship with the BTS members. Will they still want you when you're nothing new?

Oh, Angel! || @yoongiofmine🔞💕✅

↳ Ever since he met you, Hoseok just couldn’t resist you. Even though you were off limits -many years younger than him and an intern on his sister’s company-, he just had to make you his. You were the perfect baby for him, docile and pliant. What happens when you decide to be a little brat instead?

Oh, Darling! || @yoongiofmine🔞💕💔✅

↳ Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

Peek-A-Boo! || @namfinessed💕💔✅

↳ at a camp that you hated, you find yourself falling for a man that tries to sneak into your tent.

Punching Bag? || @bonobonoyaatheart💕💔✅

↳ You care and worry for Jungkook? In return, you feel like his emotional punching bag, despite of his intentions being different.

Set Me Free || @casuallyimagining💕💔✅

↳ Tired of being told how to live his life and unsure of where he stands in the world, Yoongi--your soulmate--yearns to be free. When you give him what he wants, it causes a rift in your relationship that seems irreparable. 12 years later, you find him back in your life. Can you mend your relationship? Do you even want to?

Sun Chasers & Moon Watchers || @foredelweiss💕💔✅

↳ after constantly transferring from school to school every couple of months, you've long accepted the impermanence of many aspects of your life. you never expected to want the world to allow you to spend a little more time with seven individuals. your days with them were one of the most beautiful moments in life.

The Five-Year Plan || @jknoah🔞💕💔🔄

↳ you've always had a very strict life plan. when you were twenty you sat down and made your five-year plan, you would get married, get your dream house, have your dream career and then at the end of those five years you'd have a kid. everything was going perfectly to plan, well until your husband came home with divorce papers. now you're somehow trying to stay on track, maybe you could convince your best friend to have a baby with you?

The Monster In The Dark || @themochiverse🔞💔✅💯

↳ Sleep paralysis is a common concern for everyone, but once your episodes start to become more frequent, you meet a horrid monster. A horrid monster who has only come for you to join him in his world. You can't run, you can't hide, but you can only watch whatever the hell is going to happen to you right now.

Ungodly Hours || @explicit-tae🔞💕✅💯

↳ That time you - a broke college student - were willing to do just about anything for a hulu account after your brother kicks you off of his - (and Jungkook would do anything to have you).

Venom || @nochukoo97🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ after a nasty breakup with your ex, who was a boxer, the person who introduced you to the sport, you decided to make life easier for yourself and switch clubs. little did you know that your club leader, also known as ‘venom’ in the ring, would eventually spark your interest. no matter how much jungkook interests you, you can’t bear to risk another failed relationship, you’re still hurt and traumatised from the inside. but will jungkook manage to crawl his way into your heart?

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts fic recs #bts recs #bts established relationship au #bts enemies to lovers au #bts mafia au #bts hybrid au #bts soulmates au

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atarathegreat · 7 months

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You Interrupt Their Training My Hero Academia

Kirishima Eijiro

It was late, and he wasn't supposed to be out of the dorms anyway. You couldn't help but watch him from your dorm balcony, scowling at the time. Mr. Aizawa would be upset if he caught your red-headed friend outside beating himself senseless with training.

"Kiri!" You called down quietly, "Kirishima, get yourself inside before Aizawa sees you!"

Your voice startled him, making him look around slightly before catching you on your railing. Kirishima waved, his usual smile in place, "I should be good out here, though, right? Aizawa never looks out back?"

"He does, you moron!" You hissed, "How do you think Bakugo got caught?"

Kirishima laughed, "Fair enough! I'm coming in."

He didn't mind you watching him working with Dark Shadow, the only problem was that you had to hide or Dark Shadow was distracted. The entity loved you almost more than Tokoyami did, and it was annoying when the boy was trying to perfect this skill or that.

Tokoyami Fumikage

But that meant that Tokoyami also didn't know where you were, or if you were even watching him. He always hoped you were, only to be thrilled when you would appear out of nowhere and compliment some of the moves and giving suggestions for others. Your input mattered to him almost the same amount Mr. Aizawa's did.

Yet, today wouldn't be as simple as the others. You caught both their attentions when you stumbled over a stack of something hidden behind the gym bleachers. Dark Shadow was quick to latch onto you, ruining Tokoyami's plans to train for the next hour.

"Sorry, Yami..." You smiled sheepishly as Dark Shadow dragged you closer.

He groaned, "It's fine...couldn't concentrate anyway..."

Hawks/Keigo Takami

It wasn't enough. He wasn't fast enough. Keigo tucked his wings in closer, diving until he nearly hit the roof, opening them and dragging himself back up.

"Six point fourteen seconds!" You called out, your flight suit tied around your waist. You'd been on the roof for hours with nothing to block the sun from beating down on you. Keigo landed angrily, his heel steadying him, "Shit! Six seconds!? You're kidding!"

"No, sir. It's the lower end of six seconds." You grinned, showing him the stop watch. He growled, plopping down on the roof like a child who'd just been told no. It made you laugh, "What's the big deal? That's faster than even All Might!"

"Not fast enough for me." He whined, laying back and stacking his feathers in a separate pile.

You thought for a moment. "What if..."

Keigo sat up, "What if?"

His eyes widened as you smiled and fell backwards off the rooftop. "Y/n! Shit!"

You clicked the stopwatch when you saw him dive over the side, starting another immediately.

It was funny to you, seeing the fear on his face. Some heroes still had fear, you guessed. But, damn, if this is what flying felt like, you could get used to it. The wind blowing your hair around, feeling weightless. You even forgot about the danger of the sidewalk coming closer, and closer, and closer.

Click. You pressed the button the second you stopped falling, becoming lightheaded at the sudden change of direction. "Point four seconds for response time! Six point nine seconds for rescue time!" You had to yell over the air around you, "Total of six point thirteen seconds!"

"Shut up! I'm done doing this with you!" Keigo glared.

Mina Ashido

She was focused, in her zone, ready to melt the multiple targets that Yaoyorozu had made for her. But, right as she went to throw a handful of acid, you busted through the door into the small room.

"Mina!" You yelled, clearly being overdramatic about something, "Mina, help me!"

She nearly jumped right out of her skin. Why had you busted in like that when you knew she was training? "What? What is it?" Mina forgot all about the targets. You threw yourself at her feet, "I superglued my fingers together! You have to help me!"

Mina laughed so hard she fell backwards. The tears in your eyes made it all the more hilarious. It was superglue, after all, and would come off with a lot of really hot water.

"C'mon, I know where a sink or two is!"

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issa-pheonyx · 9 months

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Umbrella!Leon S. Kennedy X Agent!GN!Reader (NON-YANDERE)

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭? [𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧🌚]

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

You definitely had mixed feelings towards Leon when you were caught with him when on the look out for Ashely (once again). After the Raccoon City incident it was never the same after that. Lots of trauma, loss, emotions gone, etc. It was a shit list. To work for the government, but you only did it for Sherry and your best friend Claire. Finding out what Leon truly was hurt your feelings-sure people say it is strangely too soon to fall for someone for one night, but there is something there for the both of you, but Leon was focused on his job...not even thinking he kissed you at the transportation, patching him up in his sleep and all. You realized it was meant for nothing just for his job for Umbrella. Now seeing him again...you felt bittersweet. "It's been so long I haven't seen you, (Y/N)." The corner of his lip curls to a smirk. You did not give him a reaction as you remained emotionless,"Hmph...did not think I would ever see you again, Leon." HIs smirks fades away (like in the gif) as you put your knife back in your sheath by the side of your thigh. "Wanna explain any reason why you're here?" You asked as he shakes his head and walk away from you,"Maybe some other time." He leaves through the door as you stood there with mixed feelings. You want to get mad, cry-just confront him, but right now or ever is a good time. He is the one who will get away and it would be best for you to move on.

It was strange to witness such coincidences on things going your way to be less of a hassle. First thing came to mind was Leon probably much more ahead of you or even watching you without noticing. But, you brush it off and kept moving. You and Ashley got along. She was like a little sister to you and she saw you as a role model like a big sister. "That girl...she is just wasting your time you know." Leon said. You scoff,"Just like when you kissed me? When I patched you up when you were unconscious? Offered a damn arm and leg-" Stopping yourself from bursting out in rage you let out a deep sigh,"This is MY job, Leon. Just like you are doing yours." Yikes, that called him out. He tried to get some words out, yet he couldn't. "You wouldn't get it." He spat out. You shot him a glare,"Right...cause it is your job too. Later."

You really wanted to get over with it already. Eventually, you then developed feelings for Luis and lets just say things didn't go pretty for him. It's been the longest you haven't cried either. Sure, at first you found him annoying by his flirty and carefree actions, but eventually warmed up to his sense of humor. Ashely noticed it too...and someone else, but in silence. His death impacted you a lot though, because he wanted to help you and his last words stuck to you about even being the main perpetrator of your creations...can you still turn your life around? 'Can Leon do that too?' You thought. Shaking your head you wiped your tears and use your anger against Saddler and Krauser.

It was an intense fight against Saddler. At first you were concerned if you were ever going to complete your mission saving Ashley since you were her only option and requesting backup was not an option...or more of a possibility. Only to see Leon throw the RPG to you to finally ending Saddler's life. Of course, you succeeded by Leon's help. It is just like the past. This time Leon helping you instead the other way around. But, all hopes is lost when he had his gun to your head. "It's all business, doll. Hand the sample over." You grit your teeth and slowly stood up giving him the sample,"You do realize what you're doing, Leon." He gives a smirk,"Yeah I'm aware." The gun still pointed at you as you had your hands up. A chopper swings by as Leon runs and jumps off the area. You ran towards the edge thinking he may or may not landed right. He did as he was sitting comfortably inside and throws something at you as you caught it. "You're going to need that. Hurry. Time is not patient." He had some sort of controller and pressed on a red button. 'A fucking bomb!? He set this up!?' There was a key and a black cat charm attached to it. "Hasta lluego~" He winks and you rolled your eyes running back to Ashley saying the island is going to blow up. "WHAT-"

Thankfully, you made it out with Ashley in the jet ski. Well, she was drowning when jumping out of the exit, but you managed to help her up. During the ride Ashley starts to be a little curious,"So, after this you think we can do some shopping? Don't worry everything is on me! Oh and...about that guy. Leon, was it? Are you guys...you know?" I let out an amused laugh,"You really think him and I are a fling?" Ashley expresses her disappointment,"Aw come on! Tell me! You're a badass, what any man or woman wouldn't want you?" Sighing, you finally answered,"I'm like a part of him he can not let go of. Let's leave it at that~"

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥~🖤🫣

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #resident evil leon #capcom #re2 #leon scott kennedy #resident evil 2 #re2 remake #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #luis serra #luis x reader #luis sera x reader

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vioartemis · 1 year

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My favorite

(Emma Myers x fem! reader)

Summary: Having a crush on one of the cast members and playing the love interest of another can be difficult sometimes, especially when your crush misunderstand the situation... Warnings: slight Jenna x reader (characters), angst (a little) a/n: the massive italic part is the scene, and the non italic lines there are what is happening around the scene, at the same time (that might not be very clear, I'm sorry if you're lost during that part) || special thanks to @alphaniner1415 for the plot idea 👀 (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

"Cut! That was great, but I'm sure we can do better. Y/n, try to look more in love, give her heart eyes, smile like an idiot, all these things. Jenna, try to soften a little in the second part of the scene, we need to see a little bit of emotions"

You were playing Wednesday's love interest, and not only were you supposed to confess in this scene, but you were also supposed to kiss.

You were quite nervous about that last part, as it was your first time playing a love interest.

"Hey, relax" Jenna said softly, taking your hands in hers "You're doing amazing so far"

She was the first cast member you got close to, and maybe your best friend on set. It was rare seeing one with the other, you spent a lot of time together.

Everyone agreed on the fact that you two had chemistry. Both on screen, your characters being in love, and off screen, always joking, laughing, taking selfies, or doing shit together in between takes.

The rest of the cast found you cute together, and half of them thought you were together - the other half thinking you would make a very cute couple.

Except from one person. She didn't like it. But who was she to say anything? After all, you owed her nothing. The thing is, she was in love with you. And seeing you so close to Jenna made her jealous.

She was jealous of your chemistry off screen. Of your private jokes, your hugs, the little smiles you had for each other.

You were not like that with her. Of course she loved spending time with you. But she wanted to see that side of you too.

She started avoiding you lately. You couldn't help but notice. You had, however, no idea why she was so distant.

She simply thought you were in love with Jenna, and tried to burry her own feelings. She thought that not seeing you too much was the best thing to do.

But she started regretting it.

She missed your smile, your voice, your laugh, you.

“Thanks for helping me deal with my stress…”

You had told Jenna you were nervous about the scene and she tried her best to reassure you.

“Don’t thank me, it’s what friends do” she smiled, squeezing your hands softly

You smiled back, before having to let go of her hands to shoot the scene. It was the fourth time already, and yet you never made it to the kiss part.

Heart eyes, idiot smile. Right.

You tried to fill your brain with only your lines and the image of your crush. As expected, you couldn’t help but smile like a complete idiot.

You were ready for the scene, and so was Jenna. At the signal, you started the scene.

“What is it you wanted to tell me, C/n?”

You gulped, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Well I uh… I- I have very strong feelings for you…”

“Are you trying to say that your murderous side is showing up and that you’d envy to stick a knife into my chest?”

“Wha- no I- it’s not what I mean”

“Oh… what’s your point then?”

“Wednesday I-” you looked at your feet, before meeting her cold gaze again “I think I’m in love with you…”

Even if she knew it was only for the show, Emma couldn't help but be hurt by your words. You were a really good actress, she knew it, but a part of herself was thinking you meant it.

You could see her features soften almost imperceptibly, and hoped you were giving a good performance too.

She stayed silent, as planned, and after little while you clenched your teeth.

“I’m sorry that was stupid, forget it” you finally said

You turned on your heels, acting like you were about to leave, when Jenna said her line.

“That is indeed stupid. I am no friend material, let alone more than friend material.”

You turned to face her, tears in your eyes. She took a step closer to you.

“But I might have developed a certain attraction toward you.”

Once again, Emma feared it could be true. She felt bad thinking that. What kind of friend would pray for her friend's heart to be broken?

This time, you were the one to get closer, shyly.

"Does that mean... you have romantic feelings for me?"

"Yes. I also have a question for you, C/n"

"What is it?"

"Why do you love me? You are well aware that I could slit your throat in your sleep if I ever had the desire to do so."

You took a moment to think, before the dumb smile came back to your face.

Oh how she wanted to be the one you looked at like that. The idiot-in-love smile was so pretty on you. It would be even prettier if it was for her.

"Have you ever seen hell in someone's eyes and loved it anyway?”

"Don't you fear that this hell might turn against you?" she asked after a pause, as if she was processing your words

"Wednesday, dying of your hands would be the best way to die"

She took a step closer, again, leaving only a few inches between you. She was the same height as you with her platforms.

She raised a hand and grabbed your tie, pulling you even closer.

She felt her heart drop at the sight. It wasn't in the script. She never had anything against improvisations, but this one... she hated it.

"What if I wanted to-"

"I'd let you do it. Whatever it would be. Ask, I'll obey. I'd do anything for you" you cut her off

She looked into your e/c eyes for a second, before her lips curled up into a slight smirk.

"Very well, Cara Mia. You're mine then."

With that, she pulled you in, pressing her lips on yours softly, still tugging on your tie to keep you close as you kissed back with red cheeks.

She tried her best to put herself together, swallowing back her tears. She knew it wasn't for real. But it still hurt. She took a deep breath, and put Enid's cheerful smile on her face.

The door of the dorm burst open, forcing you appart.

"Wens, you'll never guess what Yoko just told me!" she paused "I didn't mean to interrupt... anyways I'm so happy for you guys! I'm gonna go so you can continue... what you were doing"

She would be happy for you if you were happy with Jenna, or whoever you might love. Hurt, terribly, but she was ready to sacrifice her own happiness as long as she could see a smile on your beautiful face.

Emma winked at you before exiting the dorm and closing the door.

"Andd cut! That was really good, the looks, the little improvisation... good job girls"

"Does that means we don't have to do the scene again? Too bad, that means I'm not getting another kiss" Jenna playfully said to you

"What a shame" you played along knowing she was joking

What you didn't see was Emma leaving the set, almost running away. Her fear just got confirmed. She saw it coming, but it still hurt more than she thought it would.

After a moment, you looked around you, trying to find her.

"Where's Emma?"

"I didn't see her after the scene... maybe she's with Georgie?"

"I'm gonna check"

Jenna nodded and you tried to find Georgie.

"Hey Y/n! The scene was woah, I got chills. You really do have chemistry"

"Thanks" you smiled "Have you seen Emma?"

"I think I saw her leave quickly five minutes ago. Now that I think of it, she didn't seem alright"

"Shit..." you whispered "I'll check on her"

You left the set in a rush, worried. Maybe it had something to do with why she was avoiding you lately. You hoped it was nothing too bad.

You went to her trailer, not knowing where else she could have gone. You knocked on her door softly. No one answered, but you heard noises coming from inside so you got in anyway.

"Emma...?"

Her back was facing you. You placed a hand on her back when you got close enough.

"Is everything okay...?" you asked, sitting next to her

Now you could see her red eyes. She cried, there was no doubt.

"Y-yes, I just had a bad day... a bad week actually..."

"You want to talk about it?" you put a hand over hers "I'm here for you if you need"

"You don't have to do that"

"What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't here when you need help?" you had a little smile

Calling yourself her friend hurt, but what else could you say? What kind of person would I be? That was weird.

You couldn't just come like hey, by the way, I'm in love with you since I first met you! but carry on tell me your problems!

That was not the moment for that.

"...I told you, it's okay... I just need to be alone right now..."

"Are you sure...?"

"Yeah. You should go back, Jenna's going to wonder where you are"

You froze. Was that the problem? You and Jenna?

"Wait- is that what's bothering you? Me and Jenna?"

"No, I- I don't care" she stopped, realizing what she said could be misinterpreted "What I mean is I'm happy for you guys, you're cute together"

Every word felt like a stab in the heart to her.

"Oh, okay... but, just to make it clear, we are totally not a thing. Jenna and I. We're just friends"

She couldn't help but feel relieved at your words, a small light of hope appearing in her blue eyes that you couldn't not notice.

"Were you... jealous?" you asked with a little smile

"Wha- of course not...!"

You knew she was lying. She looked way to happy that Jenna and you weren't a thing.

"I totally believe you"

"... Okay, maybe I was a little jealous... but how could I not be? You spend all your time with her. It's been ages since we had a moment together..."

You cupped her cheeks gently, making her look at you.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Hm?" she blushed slightly in anticipation, starting to think that maybe, maybe you liked her back

"You'll always be my favorite"

"W-what kind of favorite...?"

She didn't really know if she wanted you to say it or not. She didn't even notice your dumb smile or the look in your eyes.

"This kind of favorite"

You pressed a tender kiss on her lips. You pulled away quickly, way too quickly to her taste.

"I- I didn't really get it... can you do it again?"

You obeyed with great pleasure, kissing her again. You didn't pull away this time, not right away, letting her kiss you back, hands on your waist.

Her soft lips were moving against yours in a soft, gentle, loving kiss. You felt her tongue brush your lips, asking for your permission. You parted your lips slightly, cheeks reddening as she slipped her tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss.

When the lack of air forced you appart, your lips were as red as your cheeks. You were breathless, both of you. She really was a good kisser.

You tried to catch your breath, her forehead resting against yours.

After a minute, she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug, nose pressed against your neck. You held her close, her perfume invading your senses.

The idiot-in-love smile on your lips was for her, and now she knew it. She couldn't describe how happy she was, in your arms, knowing that her feeling are reciprocated.

You, on the other hand, were far away from here, no other thought on your mind than her. Her eyes, her lips, her arms around your waist.

"By the way, I'm still pissed she got to kiss you before me"

#emma myers #emma myers x reader #emma myers x fem reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix

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dreorig · 6 months

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Taiju Shiba — headcanons ;

[ nsfw | sub bottom taiju x top dom male reader | reader is said to be as strong as taiju | ive had this idea for a while now heheh i need to rail him so bad it's not even funny anymore ]

Taiju is a total brat.

In front of the others he acts like he doesn't give a shit about you or like he wants you dead (depends on his mood) but he's actually very jealous and possessive.

Humiliation kink. Call him the dirtiest names you can think of and he'll sob while dripping wet.

Taiju loves punishments, seriously. He'll do the exact opposite of what you told him to just so you'll spank him.

He talks back to you because he actually values his pride but a few minutes later he'll be whimpering and behaving nicely to get what he wants.

Taiju blushes more during aftercare than when you're degrading him and that's because he's not used to being taken care of. He secretly longs for it every time you have sex.

It might sound weird, but submitting helps him to slowly change into a better person — who would ever think he would apologise for misbehaving?

Is he stressed? Dumbify him until he's nothing but an incoherent moaning mess.

If you put a collar on his neck and tug on the leash, he'll be on his knees to suck you within seconds.

At first he thought you were dumb for reassuring him and apologising for degrading him, but he began to appreciate it as he slowly realised that's how you showed you considered him more than a sex toy.

"Imagine what people would think if they saw you like this. How would they react to the fact that you're nothing but a dirty whore? Um? To think you act so high and mighty yet you cry because the way I fuck you is just too good. Tsk. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Taiju held back a moan. "Fuck you."

You grabbed his face and made him look at you. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Who do you think you're talking to?" he snarled back, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

For fuck's sake, you really loved him.

You slapped his face, leaving a big handprint on his pretty face, and immediately he let go of your hair. "Don’t you fucking dare to talk back to me, slut. The only things you should do with this mouth of yours are moaning and sucking my dick, because that's all you're good for."

You pounded him harder, making every word he could think of die on the tip of his tongue. Taiju, like the little shit he was, tried to keep any sounds from leaving his lips but he just couldn't do it anymore when you leaned down to suck and grab on his chest with your free hand, still hitting his prostate like your life depended on it. Taiju closed his eyes and threw his head back on the pillow, exposing his neck full of love bites, then proceeded to let out higher moans, which at this point you already knew meant his orgasm was getting closer and closer.

“Woah,” you chuckled. “To shut you up all it takes is a slap? I bet everyone’s gonna love it when I tell them.”

Of course you'd never tell anyone but was it even sex if you didn't tease him?

“I’m— fuck — I'm gonna kill you, asshole.”

You immediately stopped everything and just looked down at him with a bored expression. Took Taiju only a few seconds to open his eyes and protest, “Why did you stop?”

"Why the hell would I keep pleasuring a cheap whore who can't even respect his Master?"

Taiju was totally outraged, "But I was almost there!”

“Too bad, I guess.”

“C’mon, stop bitching and finish the job.”

“Keep talking like that and I'll just leave you like this. I’ll be fine if I just jerk off to some pics I took of you, although I can't say the same about you. So what do you say now?"

“Asshole.”

You loved Taiju, truly. He was such a brat, there was no way you couldn't love him. To see all his stubbornness slowly reduced to nothing but pure obedience because he just wanted you to rail him was a holy, privileged experience.

“That's not what I want to hear.”

Taiju tried to push down his hips in an attempt to feel at least something, but you were quick to hold his hips in place. Although he was the Taiju Shiba, one of the strongest men you've ever met, you matched his strength and he was too needy to try anything. Taiju was completely helpless under your grip.

You clicked your tongue. “I don't have all night, Taiju. Better decide what you want before I just leave you on your own.”

Took nearly an extra minute before Taiju’s deadly glare turned into the soft expression you always longed for. Reluctantly, he wet his lips before speaking, "Please, forgive me, Master."

A smirk quickly appeared on your face as you cupped his face and pecked his lips. “Such a good slut for me.”

#ak.writes #taiju shiba.#taiju x male reader #taiju shiba x reader #x top male reader #x dom male reader #taiju x reader

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xoxoskai · 6 months

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THE WHITE MASK THEORY;

PART TWO

Before I go into detail about Ava and her relationships with the Heathens, I want to clarify a few things.

I wasn't aware that Rina had confirmed that we haven't met WM yet. A lot of you pointed it out in the previous post and that's how I found out. However, I think it's even more anti-climactic if it's someone we haven't met so far to be WM because there will be no excitement involved in the grand reveal. A five-book buildup for it to be someone completely new is not dramatic or shocking at all. It'll be like the no-name nanny being the villain in God of Ruin. Most people, me included, were dumbfounded at the reveal and of course, Maya's ridiculous fall from grace.

How are you going to look at normal sibling jealousy and kidnap the sister because you thought it would do justice to the other one? You're telling me the Bratva with Kyle-fricking-Hunter, Rai-mother-Sokolov, Adrian-Daddy-Volkov as the Obschak and Kirill-dilf-Morozov as the Pakhan couldn't track down the silly nanny who kidnapped a mafia princess for shits and giggles? That they haven't been able to for the past decade? Make it make sense.

It would have made a lot more sense for it to be the Irish mafia back for more revenge.

Now, Eli King.

I swear, his character is all kinds of perfectly mysterious, makes him such an enigma.

Eli being awol most of the time can perhaps make him WM. Infact, him telling Killian "It's nothing personal, family business" before they waterboarded him could imply a lot more.

(Plus, Eli was the one carrying Niko out when he stabbed himself to save Jeremy and thus, missed Creigh getting shot.)

However, this also shows that Eli prioritizes his family over a game of tag with mafia heirs and the Heathens trying to off Creighton for being with Annika is not something he would let slide. Maybe he is closer to them than he lets on but Eli participating in the initiation feels like a far cry. Especially because Creigh has specifically mentioned that Eli is more of a strategist type, not known to use his fists to absolutely destroy someone.

Eli having his own inside contacts feels like a given. And I do believe it's a huge give-and-take type of scenario. Eli, heir to the King Empire, I'm sure realizes the importance of having connections. Especially connections with the mafia. I'm guessing his point of contact would be Killian in that scenario.

Interestingly, someone I accidentally left out in my observations is Kayden.

For everyone who doesn't know who Kayden is, he made his first appearance in God of Ruin and is confirmed to be Gareth Carson's love interest.

In my defense, we haven't seen a lot of him at all. But is he a viable candidate? Absolutely. Would I be disappointed to see him as WM? Absolutely not.

What, however, will disappoint me is that Gareth Carson being the green mask and Kayden being the WM, DO NOT GET A BOOK. AND THAT IS TOO CRUEL. AN MLM, PROFESSOR X STUDENT WHERE THEY ARE BOTH PARTAKING IN THE INITIATION FOR WHATEVER GOD-FORSAKEN REASON AND IT BEING THE PEAK OF FORBIDDEN ROMANCE IS,

You guessed it,

Not getting a book.

This is the exact same reason why I ruled out Remi Astor as well. If WM is simply meant to be a side character, why would they be such an enigma? Why is there not a book?

Kayden also checks a lot of the WM boxes of

Being leaner than the rest, hello he's a professor. He's not going to be fighting for his life every day in the mafia (or he might, we don't know his origins)

Cherry would not be able to seduce him. Kayden plays for the same team so, yes, it makes sense.

In the epilogue of God of Wrath, we see Jeremy proposing an initiation where they chase a pre-decided target only. We know why Nikolai, Killian and Jeremy would appreciate it, Gareth was not having it, but WM was. (It feels like repetition but Gods, the hatecrime it is to not have their book).

But the prospect of the Heathens allowing a professor at their university into the mix seems a little far-fetched. Not to mention, I think it was clearly stated that Kayden had arrived at Brighton recently and there was no mention anywhere of WM being a recent member.

Now, Ava Nash.

Remember I said, "Eli realizes the importance of having connections with the mafia"? That it's a give and take? If Ava Nash is really WM,

Do we really believe Eli wouldn't know?

Do we really believe he would not be keeping tabs on her?

Now, the million-dollar question is - what do the Heathens gain from forming an alliance, as discreet as it is, with Eli King?

The most I can think of is, Brighton is basically RES' turf. The Heathens are far from their powerful parents and between the mafia and the powerful families of London, The Kings, The Nashs, The Knights and The Astors hold a lot more power and influence. At some point, I'm sure they would call in a favor when the times comes for it, to wipe out the Irish mafia's main base or whatever it is these people want to do.

Would Eli really not keep tabs on Ava after two of her closest friends start dating two leaders of the Heathens?

Between all the Heathens and Ava, I think she has the most complicated and interesting relationship with Jeremy.

"Say the word and I'll bring him to you?" Bestie hasn't exchanged a single word with that man as far as we know.

"When she's not around?" What context and scenario would lead Jeremy to meet Ava when Cecily isn't around? ("Break Ava"? Bro we know you're a mafia prince but the little princeling of the King household would uproot your family if you tried. )

Jeremy, as the leader, obviously knows who the WM is.

The scene is God of Wrath where Cecily is following Ava outside before encountering Jeremy is single-handedly carrying my theory.

-> Ava, drunk, still seemed to know her way around the forest behind the Heathens mansion despite only exploring it once with Cecily and Annika (God of Pain, Chapter 5)

-> Jeremy, when spotted at the beginning, is wearing a jacket that he's discarded by the time he finally encounters Cecily. Unless my man wants to flex his Russian roots and channel his inner Queen of Arendelle, it does not make sense for him to lose his jacket when stepping out of the house.

-> Cecily is tracking Ava using an app on her phone when she suddenly changes directions back towards the house at an alarming speed that indicates she was on the back of a motorbike.

This brings me to my theory that-

It is not surprising that Jeremy was out of the house as soon as Cecily was. Which means, he'd have gone ahead and intercepted Ava first to send her back. His jacket is missing cuz, she was wearing a short skirt and was going back on a motorbike, so she needed coverage.

Yes, shocker that Jeremy is being civil to her, but I need to remind you this is much earlier than him falling for Cecily + the entire AnniCreigh shitshow. So, if Ava is really WM, to some extent, he was probably civil with her.

Either Ava went back with a bodyguard or someone else with connections to the mafia (*cough* Heir of the King Empire *cough*) was informed and came to pick her up.

The Heathens would gladly form an alliance with Eli just for inside intel about their girls all the time and vice versa if Ava really is WM.

Interestingly, according to the timeline, this is also the part where in God of Pain, Creighton tells Eli that if he's so bored, he should go to Ava and gets "If I go to her, I'll kill her" in response.

Is this because he found her wandering by herself through the forest at midnight?

Is this because she refuses to disassociate with the Heathens?

Theories, theories, everywhere.

Now, if Ava is really WM, why would Jeremy make her cry?

Because Ava made Annika cry, It's that simple.

When I tell you it's only Landon King and Killian Carson who don't care about their siblings, I mean it. Jeremy and Annika are obviously close enough to want to die for one another and if someone comes up to your sibling and calls them a murderer after they shoot someone to protect you, yeah, I'd have a vendetta against that person too, part of my cult or not.

Jeremy obviously hated Cecily at some point for it too. At how easily they all abandoned Annika and while I understand that she was new to their group as compared to Creighton who they've known their whole lives, Ava might have taken it too far by calling Annika a murderer, something Jeremy obviously heard of.

In Ava's defense, they probably felt guilty for ever including Annika in their group and causing the chain reaction of Creighton falling for her because it led to him being in a coma.

Naturally, Jeremy doesn't care about that. Ava name-calling Anni became personal to him because 1, she's his baby sister and 2, Annika was in that predicament cuz she shot Creigh for him.

At the same time, I was really mad at Cecily for not defending her childhood best friend because whatever happened to sisters before misters? Sometimes the girls only seem like friends to me for the sake of the plot considering how little they know of each other.

In God of Malice, when Killian swaps in for Nikolai and is about to go against Creighton, who is giving Glyndon a run-down about the Heathens?

Go ahead and take a guess.

How, and I can't say this enough, does she know so much in excruciating detail about the Heathens when she's never interacted with them, and they are from a completely different university? Everyone always asks her how she knows so much, and she deflects with -You have to be living under a rock to not know- when the actual situation is that no one but Ava knows so much.

You seriously can't believe the Heathens are observant to the point of knowing every little, tiny detail about their girlfriends, quirks only a childhood friend would know?

And no, Eli King, close ally or not, would not divulge all this freely. You know who would? Someone who wants to see their girlfriends get laid and happy.

I think the most fascinating thing about Ava being the WM is that I can't, frankly, think of a single reason why she would be a part of the Heathens except that she thrives on chaos (hello daughter of Cole Nash).

But it is entirely plausible that if the Heathens send initiation invites to the Elites who never attend it, chances of Ava swiping the QR code thru someone's phone is very likely.

What does Ava bring to the Heathens?

Honestly? No idea. If it was in exchange for being close to their respective s/o, it'd make sense, but WM is already part of the initiation way before God of Malice.

Did they have a particular initiation to recruit a fifth member for their close circle? Probably. Were they looking for someone who'd be willing to betray the Elites? Maybe. If Landon and Ava have a completely different type of understanding between them, do we really believe Landon to be above using Ava to spy for the Heathens? If no, why the Heathens would still allow her among them remains a mystery. Did they not know who she was related to? Did she pass the initiation with flying colors and show potential to be a part of the inner circle?

(Eli is family man first, which is why I can't see him being a Heathen)

What I do know is that Ava feels lonely among her own circle. With all her friends now spending more time with their boyfriends, she feels alone (God bless Remi, he's going to be such a good brother-in-law after being an already awesome friend to her).

I also believe that if Ava would tell anyone she was part of the Heathens, it'd be Remi. They are a lot closer than they portray.

You know who else was shit at keeping secrets, was out-going, definitely the social butterfly of the group but had a truckload of demons in their closet? Ronan Astor.

This is why, I refuse to underestimate Ava. "Disappears like a ghost" is a very interesting choice of words.

Besides, if she's really WM, she's so unserious.

Also, possible foreshadowing?

Anyways, considering Ava is also pretty close to Brandon, we'll be seeing a lot of her in God of Fury which will finally reveal who WM is. She has no interactions so far with Nikolai or Gareth for me to deduce anything between them so 6th December, we'll find out!

For now, and perhaps always (I'll reject canon I don't care) my suspect is Ava, who's yours?

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Fake

Summary; y/n and Eddie begin fake dating to make Chrissy jealous. Eddie is completely unaware of y/n's very real feelings for him.

Requested by anon.

Warnings; Angst, fake dating, not-so-unrequited feelings, protective Gareth, sweet Chrissy, idiots in love.

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. I dont give anyone permission to copy my work.

Psst, this is my very first time writing the Fake dating trope. Hope you all enjoy ❤

She knew it was a bad idea from the minute that Eddie announced it to her.

Fake dating. Eddie wanted them to fake date all so he could get the girl of his dreams... Chrissy Cunningham and to make the guy she liked jealous.

"Come on sweetheart, it will be fun? Plus if it makes Chrissy jealous and the guy you like jealous, then it's a win-win right?".

What he didn't get was that the only guy that she liked was him, she had liked him for two years, ever since she joined Hellfire. Yet he was too busy making eyes at Chrissy to notice her crush.

The only person that knew she liked Eddie was Gareth, he had been her best friend for years, a purely platonic friendship despite what people tried to imply.

Apparently, a guy and girl couldn't be friends without having some set of hidden feelings. It was ridiculous.

She has known Gareth since she was a baby, they'd grown up together and were practically joined at the hip. Even their mothers were the best of friends.

He wasn't so keen on her crush on Eddie but that was because he was protective of her and didn't want her to get heartbroken because clearly, Eddie didn't feel the same way.

What the hell would he think about this? She had agreed to the fake dating. How could she pretend to date Eddie when her feelings were in fact very real?

This was going to be hard but she had agreed now and once it succeeded she would have to watch Chrissy and Eddie be all over each other.

Great.

She and Eddie had agreed to tell no one they were fake dating. This had to look very real, they would have to touch and kiss and it would kill her inside because none of it was real, it meant nothing to Eddie.

It was simply a means to an end.

They had agreed to enter the school holding hands, the minute that The Hellfire boys spotted them with a look of shock on their features, Gareth watching them with his eyes narrowed.

Shit! He was already suspicious about them, she tugged Eddies's hand.

"Quick, she mouths, Gareth is already sussing us out. Kiss me or something". Eddie gulps then his gaze hardens and he pulls her in for the most breathtaking kiss.

Their first kiss and it was all lies. She struggles not to moan at how good his lips feel on hers and he pulls away, shaking himself and looking as stunned as she felt.

"Right, well that will show him". She nods and when he leaves she touches her lips that are still tingling.

"So you and Eddie are legit, right?". Gareth asks her as they sit together at lunch. She waits for Eddie to finish a deal before he joined them.

"Of course it is. We confessed our feelings and decided to give dating a go". He frowns and raises an eyebrow.

"And his feelings for Chrissy just up and disappeared yeah?". She cringes at his tone and is grateful when Eddie comes in and takes his seat beside her.

She settles on his knee and she catches him quickly glancing at Chrissy. Her heart sinks, she needs to remember that this was just fake and nothing else.

Longing for comfort she cuddles into him hiding her face in his neck. His heart begins to beat very fast and she peers up concerned.

"You okay? You're hearts racing Eddie?". He swallows and nods.

"Course I am princess, just ran really fast that's all". Gareth rolls his eyes and still watches them through out lunch.

How the hell will they ever keep this rouse up if Gareth watches them like a hawk? They were doomed.

Due to Gareth's questions, she tells Eddie and they amp up the PDA, there are more kisses, constant hand holding, sweet nicknames that have the boys making disgusted faces.

It works though and the suspicion disappears from Gareth's gaze, he seems to accept that her and Eddie are really together.

Steve who is picking up Robin after school even comments on her and Eddie. Since she was close friends with Robin she spoke to Steve a lot too. He was a lovely guy.

"So you and Munson huh?". She grins shyly hoping he doesn't ask too many questions.

"Yeah, he's great". He looks at her for a second intensely.

"You okay? You don't seem that happy about it?". Because it's all fake, I'm falling in love and he wants someone else. Of course, she doesn't say that, she puts on a bright smile and giggles.

"He's just amazing, so amazing". Steve gently touches her arm and she doesn't realise Eddie walking up at that time.

That means she misses the way his jaw tightens and his eyes flash. His arms wrap around her and he presses a kiss to her hair.

"Harrington". Eddie says and there's a chill to his tone before Steve can answer Robin bounds up to her and Steve and hugs her tightly.

Eddie relaxes and she wonders why he was so tense. Surely he wasn't jealous? Her heart leaps, and there's a hopeful feeling filling her but it quickly deflates.

No. This was all fake, she was just imagining things, and the thought fills her with sadness.

Two weeks had passed since she and Eddie began fake dating. It was the most amazing time of her life being able to kiss Eddie and cuddle up with him.

That also made it the worst as well because none of it meant anything. At least not to Eddie.

The feelings she had for him were full-blown love and she was falling for him more and more every single day.

God this was a mess, how long could she go with pretending that this fake relationship wasn't everything to her?

She would never be enough for Eddie, she wasn't perfect Chrissy and the realisation made her heart break.

Sobbing she rests her head in her hands, sitting in the thankfully empty girls bathroom and cries her heart out.

Who walked in at that precise moment though? Chrissy, she could even hate her because Chrissy was so god damn sweet.

Chrissy takes one look at her and then was hugging her tightly.

"Hey, it's okay. Shh, what's wrong?". That's when she spills her guts, desperate to talk to anyone and get these feelings out.

She tells Chrissy about being in love with Eddie, the fake dating to make Chrissy jealous, the gut-wrenching realisation that Chrissy would always be the girl for Eddie, and and that her feelings were very much unrequited.

"What?! I was totally rooting for you two, you're so cute together and it was all fake? Also, Eddie thinks I would break up your relationship that I assumed to be real for my own selfish means? What the fuck! I don't have feelings for Eddie".

Chrissy didn't like Eddie that way. Fuck.

"I'm not a jealous person so I don't know why Eddie thinks that. You're such a sweetie honey, I've always liked you, I'm so sorry you were collateral damage in this shit".

She gently kisses y/n's cheek and leaves ready to give Eddie a piece of her mind.

Eddie was worried, he hadn't seen y/n yet and he didn't know where she was.

It was getting harder and harder to keep up this charade because while he liked Chrissy, he had been wrestling with his feelings for y/n for years.

He hid those feelings because he was certain that she liked Gareth so he focused on Chrissy.

Speaking of Chrissy she was walking towards him right now and she looked furious.

"Eddie Munson, what the hell are you playing at? Did you seriously think I was going to throw myself at you because you fake dated y/n?".

He freezes. How does she know? Even though she's tiny he feels very scared for his life or more likely his balls and backs away.

Jesus H Christ.

"I uh".

"I'm not interested in you Eddie, I'm sorry but I'm not and even if I was I'd never step on y/n's toes. I'm not a bitch or selfish". He gapes not knowing how to react.

"Y/n told me everything. She's such a sweet girl and yeah, she agreed with your dumb charade but she's heartbroken Eddie".

His stomach drops. Heartbroken? Why was she heartbroken?

"When the hell are you going to wise up and realise you love y/n?. You two are so cute together. There's no way it was just all fake not the way you look at her".

Shit. Chrissy was right he was a fucking idiot.

"I always thought that she liked Gareth so I hid my feelings". Chrissy softens.

"Eddie if she likes Gareth why the hell is she crying in the bathroom over you?". Fuck.

Chrissy blushes.

"You know, I kinda have my own unrequited crush. Gareth". She adds when he raises an eyebrow.

Jesus Christ. She liked Gareth and Gareth had a crush on her.

"Word of advice Chrissy, tell him". He rushes off then to find y/n.

He didn't expect one foil in his plan to talk to y/n. Gareth. The dude was like her own personal bodyguard and wouldn't let Eddie near her because she was so upset.

So he took drastic actions and told Gareth about Chrissy's crush on him which leaves him dumbfounded.

Taking the chance he runs past Gareth and towards y/n who is setting up for Hellfire in the drama room.

"Y/n, princess. I really need to speak to you". She peers up at him, her eyes are red and his heart cracks a little bit.

Determined to fix this and confess how he feels he walks up to her and cups her cheeks.

"Sweetheart, Chrissy told me everything. I'm so fucking dumb. I've liked you for years and I've been falling in love with you all through this relationship of ours".

The surprise on her face shows and her lip wobbles.

"Eddie, this better not be a joke". He shakes his head and kneels down taking her hands in his.

"I swear to you sweetheart. I thought you liked Gareth and hid my feelings away because I was scared they were unrequited and I focused on Chrissy but you never left my heart".

She sniffs wiping her eyes.

"Chrissy turned you down that's why you're saying all of this". No, Jesus H Christ no.

"No! These past two weeks I've realised who the one for me is. You. I should have just told you sooner. I want to be with you for real, real dates, real kisses, make love to you, anything you want. I love you".

After a minute her tense body softens.

"Dingus, you're my Dingus though. I love you". He feels hope stir inside him and stands up and holds her in his arms.

"Hey, think we might have a new couple on the block Gareth and Chrissy". She gapes then squeals.

"Oh my god really and you're okay with that?". He smiles.

"I really am, all I want is you, sweetheart". He kisses her again and Gareth comes in holding hands with a beaming Chrissy.

Everyone got their happy ending.

❤

#fake dating #eddie munson/reader #eddie x reader

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skaruresonic · 6 days

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what were your favorite things about starline before he was ruined

Oh, God, Starline. ;A; How I miss the poor bastard.

Beyond his design, my favorite things about him included his foppishness, his showmanship, his meticulousness, his (relative) calm demeanor, his "comedic intern" angle, and his devotion to licking egg-shaped boot.

Oh, and the most prominent aspect of his character, the linchpin on which all else rests: the simpery.

I will give credit where credit is due, his simpery of Eggman coupled with his more cautious and lowkey nature (at least, compared to Eggman) offered a genuinely new and refreshing dynamic at the time. It didn't seem to come with strings attached as it usually does.

I also used to like his penchant for unintentional comedy. It seemed to be the same flavor of comedy with which they tinge some of Eggman's character.

Granted, Starline was probably always meant to be something of a buttmonkey, but later issues had him ping-pong between being Better Than Eggman(tm) and a buffoon. The constant switch made it difficult to fully invest in him in either case, because one minute we were meant to consider him a srs bsns mastermind and laugh at his failures the next. And not in the balanced way Eggman's humor generates; there were times I genuinely couldn't tell whether we were supposed to root for him or not.

And then, of course, he got crushed under rocks. Big oofed.

Starline used to be funny. Watching him rant and rave? Cry tears of joy? Make an uwu face as Rough and Tumble embarrass him in front of his idol? Funny, because it subverted his otherwise suave Bond villain image, and because you knew that eventually Eggman would crush his windpipe like a squeaky toy. Selling your soul to the devil can only end in tragedy. It filled you with a morbid sort of joy and a dark anticipation as you waited to see how bright this dumpster fire would blaze.

This was one pathetic meow-meow of a man, strange yet oddly compelling. Shame his delusions of grandeur stole away the entertaining aspects of his personality for a more boring, straight-laced character. Even bigger shame that we were supposed to pretend he never meant anything to begin with.

That's not to say Starline could never have had character development, nor that he should have remained a static character. Just as Sonic exerts a positive influence on others, show us how Eggman exerts a twisted influence. Make Starline's devotion to Eggman even unhealthier and fucked-up than it already was. Not in a "I can fix you" kind of way, but in an "I will light myself on fire to keep you warm" kind of way. To the point of self-destruction. That seemed to be the logical direction for such a character, anyway.

But nah, they had to drag us along Starline's unimpressive journey to strike out on his own. Which, like... He stole 90% of Eggman's shit anyway, so how effective was he really? And even if the whole point was that Eggman made him and he's nothing without his idol, then why did the book give him two mini-series? Has he been mentioned even once in the book since his death? Somehow, I very much doubt it.

I don't want to get into it with his creation of Surge and Kit because I'd rather pretend they don't exist, thanks. Yes, I'm aware Starline was originally conceived as their creator, but I think Flynn should have caught on that his character had changed. Realized that trying to cram him back into the original mold would only break him.

And you know what. Even after having suffered 30 issues where Starline was fucking insufferable with his whole "I'll surpass Eggman" schtick, I still felt sad for his passing.

To make matters worse, I felt foolish for my emotional investment, because dammit, I guess I was hoping his story would have culminated in something more substantial than "his favorite flowers are forget-me-nots (snicker)."

Now that I've learned that IDW can drop even their most popular characters in a heartbeat, I'm never making the mistake of even accidentally becoming invested in them again. They're not going to bother developing them or even give them a proper sendoff, so why should I continue reading?

Fs in the chat for my boy. They did him so dirty.

#asks #rip simpline you are gone but not forgotten

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mlmxreader · 5 months

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Lazy Day | Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Hi can I request Gaz with the prompt 92. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop”

Thanks ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Gaz have always had a certain agreement, but as time goes on, there's nothing more you both like than to spend the day in bed.

: ̗̀➛ waking up with sex, swearing, anal sex, breeding kink

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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You and Gaz had always had the agreement that you could wake one another with sex however you wanted or felt best depending on the day; usually, that meant you woke him up by giving him oral, and it was safe to say that he was more than appreciative of it. But today, you had chosen something a little different.

You were careful not to wake him when you used your fingers to stretch and lube up your ass, even more careful when you guided his hard cock to your ass and slowly let him push in. A soft shudder escaping you as you bit at the inside of your lip.

Upon feeling the warmth, Gaz stirred, grabbing your thigh with one hand and lifting it up as he groaned softly and lazily thrust into you, his face buried against the back of your neck. He was a little worried about his arm going numb, as it often did when he laid on his side, but fuck, you felt so good he couldn't quite help it.

Pushing the thought from his mind as he smiled against you and slowly sneaked his arm under you, letting his fingertips rest against the side of your chest as he murmured your name softly. Still half asleep.

You pushed back against him, whining under your breath as you reached behind and found the back of his head; keeping him close as you closed your eyes. Gaz lazily thrust into you, pulling back gently before pushing back into you as he kissed the soft skin of your neck.

"Mm, what a way to wake up," his voice was still thick with sleep as he grinned, pulling you a little closer as he kept a firm grip on your thigh. He hoped that the flesh wouldn't be too tender later. "Almost feels like I'm waking up to a wet dream..."

You laughed softly, daring to yawn a little as you rolled your hips against him. It was like your ass was meant for his cock, stretched yet not painfully so, every drag hitting the exact right spot to make your body jerk and yearn for more. Pent up and needing it.

You had thought about it every day, thought about him every day when he wasn't there, and you knew that he was the same.

Gaz never stopped thinking about you, thinking about how good his cock looked in your ass and how he loved to smell the thin sweat on the back of your neck, how he loved to feel you push back against him and roll your hips as he slowly pumped in and out of your tight ass.

It was like you were made for each other, every single movement and twitch and spasm completely in sync. You knew each other's bodies as well as your own, and cherished it the exact same.

"Shit," you breathed out quietly. "Don't stop, please, don't stop..."

"I'm not gonna," Gaz murmured with a hidden yawn, keeping you as close as he could. "I'm not gonna let you go..."

He was lazy with it, soft and gentle and slow strokes as he gently squeezed the spot by your chest to let you know that he wasn't going anywhere; you pushed yourself back against him, finding an easy and gentle rhythm with each other like you always did. It didn't matter if it was slow and sensual or hard and fast, you and Gaz could always find a matching rhythm with each other.

It didn't matter if it was a quickie or a long and drawn out session, you could always find a rhythm.

He grunted softly when you clenched around him, grinning against the back of your neck before peppering it in little soft kisses. It was the thing he missed most of all when he was deployed. Kissing your skin and feeling your body flush against his own; hearing your soft murmurs and moans as he gently grunted and growled.

Knowing that he would always be with you and he would do anything in the world for you, and secure in thinking that you would do the exact same for him. The thing he missed most of it when he wasn't there, was being with you.

You missed each other dearly, and although he always called and texted and video called, it just wasn't ever enough; you always wanted to feel the other's skin, and to hear their voice against your ear. It wasn't fair that the best you had was a quick phone call or a few texts throughout the day.

Gaz was getting close, his movements slowing down and becoming less rhythmic as he kept you as close as he could.

You were a few steps ahead, your legs already shaking as you tried to fuck yourself on his cock, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you closed them tightly and whined softly. Breathing heavily and begging for him to cum inside your ass; Gaz gave you a soft kiss, promising that he would.

He would never deny you something like that.

He paused, his cock twitching as he moaned your name softly under his breath, panting heavily as he tightly closed his eyes. A soft squelch when he rolled his hips. You could feel him cumming inside you, but there was one thing that you wanted to ask.

"Kyle," you whispered. "Breed me, please?"

"Of course baby," he whispered softly, gently pushing you onto your stomach and letting his weight rest on you as he snapped his hips against your ass. Fucking his cum into you. "You like this?"

"Yes," you murmured, nodding. "Fuck... please..."

"You look so good," Gaz tiredly complimented, smiling lazily. "You take my cock so well... look so good with my cum..."

You smiled, content as you yawned softly. "I love you."

Gaz could feel himself starting to get soft, and slowly pulled out before moving back so that he could gently kiss your ass. "I love you, too..."

"You wanna spend the day in bed?" You asked quietly.

Gaz flopped down beside you, pulling you over so that he could snuggle into you. "You sure you don't wanna shower?"

"Maybe in a minute," you hummed, kissing his chest softly. "You didn't answer the question..."

"Pyjama day sounds great," he agreed. "A proper bum day, right?"

"Absolutely."

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Cats & Ships part seven

Title: Cats & Ships

Overall Rating: Teen for now, will go into mature at a future date

Trigger warnings: Nothing beyond what's in the live-action series. I mean, Kuro's still manipulative and paranoid. It gets better tho? Slowly?

Pairings: Captain Kuro (Klahadore)/Reader; hints of Kaya/Usopp

Summary: It started out as a means to get information as Khaladore. Who would be better to provide information regarding the high seas than Syrup Village’s Harbormaster? Except, for the first time in a very long time, Kuro found himself trusting, and even liking, the young woman he shared tea with every week.

And then the Straw Hat Pirates arrived and ruined his plans. Except fate decided his story wasn’t done there.

Nor was yours.

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Maple town was a far different town several hours later. The survivors of the Jones Crew had been set out to sea in dinghy with just enough food and water to reach the next isle (at the insistence of the townspeople, Kuro personally wanted to simply execute them all.)

The loot the Jones had was split between the Black Cat crew and the village. And the kegs of liquor and crates of food opened for a town-wide celebration. Once more Kuro's men filled the tavern, though this time the villagers had little qualms intermixing. Vibrant music was playing, and Jango was happily leading a dancing troupe.

From a small corner booth, Kuro watched with very mild interest, fingers tapping on the table as he waited. He should have followed you. You were already wavering between your drinks and the letdown of the fight.

Finally, just when he was about to give into the little insistent voice in his head, you breezed through the open doors of the tavern, holding a very annoyed black and white cat above your head. "Tada !"

No one understood what you were doing with the cat, but applauded anyway with cheers. Kuro-the-cat looked about as pleased with the ruckus as the pirate captain himself. (Granted, he hadn't exactly stopped you when you had the bright idea to fetch the cat from your home.)

"If he kills you in your sleep, I will not be surprised," Kuro stated as you approached, and accepted the cat as soon as you offered it.

"As long as you promise to take care of the little shit, that's all I care about," You smiled as the tuxedo-colored cat purred and rubbed against the harsh pirate captain, obviously very happy to be reunited considering a second ago he had been ready to dart away.

And to be completely fair, Kuro was happy as well, in his own way. After all, being the feared captain of the Black Cats meant that it was rare for anything to be happy to see him.

Yet even as he ran his hands along the cat's black silky coat, Kuro's eyes drifted towards you, sitting on the same rounded bench seat, but fair distance between you, with a warm expression as you sipped your drink. He couldn't deny the odd sensation that grew in his chest seeing you… happy. Relaxed.

Even if you had a handful of dressed injuries.

You had terrified him when he had first caught sight of you swinging that old sword with absolutely no skill. As undeniably beautiful it had been, you had been in danger , likely moments from death.

As much as he hated having to be cautious in a fight, much preferring to losing himself in the craze of battle, the urge to protect you was stronger.

Kuro still wasn't sure what compelled him to confess everything to you, or why he was so irritated by the idea you thought you weren't special . All those weeks of being slowly driven insane by the craving to see you, and you thought he cared nothing for you?

Did you understand what it meant for him to admit he trusted you? You and you alone?

"Is it silly that I still have a hard time believing I named him after you," You interrupted his inner reflection as you leaned into his personal space to scratch the cat between the ears. "I mean, back then Captain Kuro was some mythical figure to me. A legend with a rather handsome face. And I mean, you look every bit as handsome as your poster but you're also… you."

He found it amusing as you frowned, face turning faintly pink as you realized what you had admitted out loud. Oh, he was aware you had found him attractive; had known since he found out about his namesake. But it soothed some part of him to hear you still thought that.

"I don't find it 'silly', per se," He blamed the alcohol he had for giving into the impulse to lean over slightly, catching your eye with a rather devious smile. He truly felt like a cat that had caught a canary as he rested one arm along the back of the bench behind you. "But I do find it rather flattering."

There was that blush he enjoyed so much. He could watch it bloom down your neck, across the small bit of your chest peeking from beneath your top.

And watching you look away, covering your face, was even more adorable. "Is it hot in here?" You muttered rubbing your face.

"You do look rather red," He couldn't help but tease, leaning close to faux whisper in your ear. "You wouldn't happen to be blushing would you?"

Your eyes widened, before you pushed him playfully. "Oh shut it. I've just had too much to drink." You huffed as you crossed your arms "Such a meanie. Teasing me after I dragged Kuro from my house. He does not like going to new places, you know."

Kuro hummed thoughtfully, looking back down at the cat. "Yet another thing we have in common." He paused for a moment before shooting you a glance. "As well as our tolerance for you, I suppose."

Despite your earlier insistence that you had too much, you took another sip of your drink. Though Kuro wondered if it was to give you courage as you leaned into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. "You're both lucky I'm so fond of you."

The soft show of affection was not something the pirate captain was used to. His heart squeezed in his chest as he slowly moved his arm to wrap around your shoulders.

Last time he was able to enjoy a moment like this, it had been a fortuitous accident. This time… was purposeful, showing your trust in him.

He failed spectacularly , Kuro realized with a sigh as he pulled you closer. There was no way he was going to dispel his feelings for you. Not in the foreseeable future, at least.

Which meant he was going to have to adjust his plans.

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You… had fallen asleep.

You had fallen asleep against him.

Kuro wasn't sure what to do, which was novelty in and of itself. His arm was still wrapped around you, even as you snuggled deeper into his side.

Most of the tavern had settled down, and he could feel the siren lure of bed himself. But… to wake you? Leave you? Neither sounded ideal.

The young apprentice chef from before seemed to notice his predicament. "I can help her home, sir" They offered. "I know where she lives."

Kuro was not about to leave you in someone else's hands. However….

Nudging his namesake from his lap, Kuro managed to stand and then pick you up without causing you to wake. You nestled closer to his chest with a soft sigh, but otherwise continued to sleep. "Lead the way."

Thankfully your home wasn't too far, lights on and door unlocked from when you had fetched Kuro.

He made a note to inform you your coworker seemed to have no qualms letting a stranger help you home, far too trusting.

Not that he had any ill intent. Other than taking off your shoes, he left you dressed as he set you down in your bed. Granted, the temptation to settle next to you was strong as he stroked your face, indulging himself in a moment to enjoy your beauty.

"You've completely ruined my plans," He confessed, caressing your face softly. "And yet, I'm only mildly annoyed."

Forgetting you would be impossible, yet staying with you would only put a target on your back. He needed to figure out a way to keep you safe, but one where he didn't abandon you completely… despite the fact it made the most logical sense.

After all, staying away from you felt as wrong as not having the cat claws by his side.

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Sunrise Tetta Kisaki

because i'm still shit at answering things apparently. love at first sight/soulmates, fluffy smutty, requested by @stygianoir. I won't speak to how well it fits the request, I'm not great at AU's

Kisaki didn't have the chance to worry about being late for his morning shower or being late for work, not when he had an automatic alarm that woke him up every morning. A whiny, loud, and obstinate alarm that he wished would just go back to sleep when she tugged at his arm.

"Tetta!" He hated how she dragged his name out, the cute way her lips pursed when she tugged as hard as she could only to be met with him grabbing her wrist and yanking her back. She was many things to him, and, at 6:30 in the morning, annoying was at the top of the list. Interchangeable as the day went, of course. "Tetta! We have to get up!" It was as if she actually thought she was strong enough to fight against the way he held her down.

It was one of his few days off, she wasn't about to 'Tetta, please!' her way out of it either.

"Tetta! Please!" The sound she made was somewhere between a growl and a whine, the same sound she'd made that caught his attention the first time he ever saw her.

She'd been with some punk who couldn't even keep his pants on his ass, his belt haphazardly looped through only two of his belt loops and not even buckled. Kisaki had been disgusted at the sight, giving his own silent growl for his disdain. In all his years he would never embarrass himself with such a look, let alone with a girl like that on his arm. Even then, her extremely ratty clothes and dirt covered face, he'd found her beautiful. Her striking eyes that angrily begged the loser to go to the rooftops and see the sunrise.

How could such a rabid looking woman be so sweet in the face of such filth? Kisaki didn't know. Didn't care. Though he did wish she would've swung on him.

"We're not going to the damn roofs! You can see the sun at any point in the day!" The man raised his palm, the girl refused to flinch, but the tightening in her muscles showed Kisaki that he had scared her. Tetta Kisaki was, among many things, a devil. Yet even he'd be damned if he watched something like that and walked by. "Come." Was all he'd said to the strange, dirty female, choosing to ignore her ripped jeans.

His office building was nearby and was taller than the other buildings. Perfect for her to watch the sun come up. A fool could proclaim that she was hideous, dirty and unworthy of a second look from any man adorned in a suit. Kisaki found that his eyes refused to stray from her reflection in the elevator walls. Messy hair framing an all too perfect and dirt smudged face, maybe that was a bruise on her jaw. So what her legs could be seen, scratched up, through the equally nasty tears in her jeans? Something about her was simply...enthralling.

"The sunrise!" But that squealing would have to stop.

It was the same squeal she still had as she jumped out onto the terrace, eyes sparkling as the dark sky faded to amazing purples and pinks on the horizon. For a moment, Kisaki saw her as the street rat he'd picked up. Only for a moment.

Despite her disgusting appearance, Kisaki knew he wanted her. Wanted to spoil her and keep her in the silkiest clothes, watch her sit in a bubble bath for hours if she so pleased. The best, Kisaki knew she deserved only the best. It was the look on her face, the absolute joy he could see in her smile that made him trust his decision even more. Fancy shampoos and conditioners so her hair always looked shiny, the most expensive clothes so she always looked gorgeous, and the best version of him that Kisaki could give her. If that meant getting up at the ass crack of dawn to watch the sun rise over the city, he'd buy her a whole damn penthouse of nothing but glass walls.

Wind whipped around them, throwing her hair around, "It's so pretty!" As cliché as he felt, Kisaki thought the only pretty thing was her. Sun rays peeked easily over the city after a few moments, and he took it as his cue to grab her hips and kiss her head, "I'm going to go shower."

Though she didn't respond, Kisaki knew she heard him. Muscles flexed beneath the thin shirt he wore to bed as he stretched upwards, bending backwards enough to pop his back once, twice, and three times. Routine was important to him, keeping everything as tasks that he needed to complete was how he managed to survive with a woman who was so...compulsive? She wasn't organized and it bothered him. Whatever she wanted to do, she did without planning it or checking to be sure she had time for it. Really, how had she managed to get anything done without him?

Raining water sounded behind Kisaki and he looked to see her turning the shower on to the temperature she wanted. "I'll shower with you!" Fuck, that smile paired with the image of her naked made his body tingle. "Sounds good to me." Kisaki folded his glasses and set them on the sink.

A brief second passed where he wondered if she knew just how hard she made him when she pulled her shirt off. Had she been teasing him on purpose? She must be aware of the way he loved her hips in shorts, hell, he stared too much for her to not notice. And, gods, the way her chest bounced as she moved was hypnotizing. For a man who preferred to take his time, Kisaki was on her heels as she stepped into the walk in shower.

"Thank you for always getting up and watching the sunrise with me." Soft, gentle, Kisaki would never tire of the way she spoke to him as if he were a skittish animal, "A new day needs to be started with the people you love."

His lips twitched as he fought the feeling in his gut. She was being cute, he shouldn't want to press her against the wall and-

"It's not a problem." Kisaki wrapped his fingers around her waist, using his thumbs to rub small circles into her skin, soothing his tension a fraction. Sometimes she wanted to just be sweet and not have sexual tension locked in the middle, and Kisaki wanted to give her that but he just found her too damn alluring when she sounded so coddling. "C'mere." He whispered, his voice becoming raspy as the water touched her everywhere he wanted to. Such a good girl she was, listening without question when he beckoned her. 'Jump' and 'how high?' came to mind, but he didn't want to control her that way. "Wait for cleaning..." His lips felt hot, touching her neck and pulling away with a stupid sucking sound Kisaki could do without.

"Don't take those fuckin' hands off me." Kisaki let out a low growl, going with his nastiest fantasy and pulling her leg up, "If you don't want to do this, say so now." Because once I'm buried in you, I don't think I'll be able to stop.

Feeling her hands on his arms was almost too much for him to take, and she still asked what was happening like she didn't know. She was a bit of a dunce, if he was honest with himself, maybe she truly didn't know when he planned on ravaging her. The thought only served to spur him on.

"Do what?"

Laughter echoed around them as he slumped his head on her shoulder. It was too funny for him that she truly had no idea. "You're so damn clueless sometimes." Kisaki nipped at her jaw, dragging his hands all over her. It was more enjoyable when she was caught off guard anyway.

And, gods, the way she gasped when he pushed into her without warning. The way she clenched around his intrusion and her mouth made a perfect 'o' was nearly enough to make him lose his mind, if her eyes rolling back hadn't already done it. Kisaki loved to start slow, growling as his hardening cock dragged and pushed against her insides, slow and steady so he could feel every little bit of her. "Do you have any idea how good you feel?" Kisaki sucked the hot air from the shower through his teeth. He couldn't shake the thought that she was made for him, it was impossible that she was meant for anyone else, not when she fit him like a custom made glove.

Her fingernails left sweet crescents in his shoulders and it was only fair that she matched his bruising grip on her thigh. Whines spilled from her pouty lips, begging and pleading for him to just hold all of her against the darkly tiled wall. "I won't be able to stand if you keep it up like this!" Those eyes. Damn those eyes of hers. She could order any man to destroy the world with only a look and knit brows. Or it was just Kisaki, gods, he hoped it was only him. And her thighs! How they squished when she sat was only a way for her to tease him, a way for her to catch him more off guard whether she meant to or not. As if Kisaki hated her, as if all the rage he'd ever felt was her fault, he yanked her other thigh up and squeezed until he was sure he'd develop carpal tunnel. "Oh, shit." Kisaki drilled into her, feeling as far as she could take him. "Tetta!" It was the only time her squeals were tolerated by him, even if she was slapping his arms fervently, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Like Heaven." Kisaki jerked up into her, "I lose my damn mind every. Damn. Time."

"What a potty mouth." Kisaki tried to keep it together as her body tightened around him, "You never spoke like this before." It took all of his self control not to cum when she did. Inside her was his favorite place, even more so when she was pulsating and the sounds that came from the new mess only spurred Kisaki on. A shiver ran down his spine as she latched her lips to his neck. A way, he'd realized a little too late into their relationship, that she managed to soothe herself from the sensitivity that was forced on her. Hickeys weren't something Kisaki liked to have, rather he loved gifting them, but it was cute to him that she needed to do it.

"Almost done, baby, almost done." Kisaki grunted, moving his hands to grip her ass, "Hold on a little longer." A trooper, a real fucking trooper this girl was to whine her response as he borderline brutalized her cunt. The dark spot that he was earning was almost worth the time he would have to take to make sure she was okay and to get her showered.

Maybe having her so early in the morning wasn't his best move, but she was too irresistible when his dick was calling the shots. Which happened to be a majority of the time. He couldn't help it when she whimpered so prettily and dug her nails in once more when Kisaki slammed her back into the wall. Her body and the wall were the only things keeping him upright as he finally came, his whole body tingling as if all his nerves had been pinched in all the right places.

"Feet down." Kisaki moved to set her down. She only strengthened her grip around him, "No, please...just hold me a minute?"

Strange wasn't the word he would use to describe her, per se, but she definitely wasn't anything he'd had before. Not that he minded holding her as the shower beat down on them and the hot water reddened their skin.

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ficjoelispunk · 5 months

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Ch 05 - RELIEF

You can find the continuation here

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Author's Note: Guys, like always, I'm sorry for any grammatical errors, don't give up on me, translating is not easy, but I did my best. Correct me as much as you can. Thanks.

After the attack, see so many lives lost by a rude mistake, for overestimating your enemy. Pinzón resigned.

So Colonel Carrillo took his place. Bringing controversies about their methods. But you couldn't deny that he passed on trust to people. He was the only one who really scared Escobar.

Peña was excited. But Carrillo's methods were really peculiar. Escobar used the children to protect himself and pass on information as scouts. And as soon as Carrillo came back, and paraded through the streets with a train of 100 men, to make a fuss you began to question the sanity of the new Colonel.

Maybe you were traumatized. Because when you became aware, you wanted to find a way to prevent it, thinking if if there was another attack, it would be 100 men killed. But Carrillo had a free pass given directly by President Gavilla, and nothing could be done.

After the incident with the soldiers. You and Javier had apparently given a "truce". But it wasn't something 100% right. You still quarreled often. In fact, every time you met, especially if it was during working hours.

After your kiss, you both made a point of simply pretending that nothing had happened. Simply ignoring and not saying anything about it. Both dealing with the situation with a lot of maturity. You two have avoided each other.

But your line of reasoning was as follows, if he was the one who kissed you, he should explain himself. After all, you didn't grab anyone. Despite having reciprocated, until a certain point. Anyway, it was something you really wanted to ignore.

It's better that way.

It is important to emphasize that working in the same place as the individual in question did not help at all.

So, first lesson: don't get involved with co-workers. Never. Under no circumstances.

"Shit! Damn it!" You hit the copying machine.

"It's fucking 6:50 a.m.," Peña murmured at the door of the copy room. "Calm down"

You closed your eyes. And he sighed.

"Perfect."

He took a step towards you. You haven't looked at him yet.

"What happened?" His voice calms and hoarse.

He does it on purpose.

"I don't know. I think the paper got stuck inside, and chewed some copies..." you ran your hands over your face, exhausted.

"You need to put fewer leaves..."

"Really? Wow, as I could imagine... maybe because it's written in the fucking opening, "up to 10 sheets" I know how to read Agent Peña"

"Jesus! You're tireless. Allow yourself a truce. Let me solve the problem with the copier, and we pretend it never happened"

"Yeah, you're great in that"

"In that what?"

You meant pretending that certain things had never happened, but you answered something else.

“Copiers”

He rolled his eyes.

Javier walked to you, stopping next to you. The fact that he walked towards you left you with your legs soft. How stupid it is to have your whole body responding to a man, as if you were a teenager.

"Excuse me," he said already next to you, making a gesture with his hands so that you could move so that he could handle the copier.

He opened the lid, skillfully and removed the papers that had been curled and chewed by the copier. It's closed. And he made a gesture with his hands as if he had done magic.

You rolled your eyes.

"None "thank you Javi"?"

How about, "get out of my face Javi"?"

"You really need someone to take all this tension away from you dear, otherwise you will explode at any moment..."

Javier liked to meet you, bump into you, have the minimum amount of time to provoke you or talk to you. He liked the smell of your perfume, and the symptoms you caused in his body.

You were unpredictable and surprising. There hasn't been a day since you arrived in Bogotá perched in Noonan, that he didn't wish he could touch you.

Everything about you was inviting to him. Your soft skin. Your hair that falls messy perfectly from your hairstyles. Your hands moving the papers. The noise of the heel of your shoe when you walked. You were the perfect distraction.

Your lips. Which often irritated him. Javier thought of so many possible ways to silence your lips. That kiss was one of the ways he imagined for months. It made you connect in a more tacit way. But he promised himself not to move forward like this with you anymore.

Since then, he's only been orbiting over you. Maybe, waiting for a new opportunity. The fact that you were there within the reach of his eyes all fucking day was a torture, and a relief.

He thought several times about talking to you about what happened in the file room. But he couldn't think of anything to talk about. And he has more things to worry about than that. Much more things. He doesn't have time for relationships. Never had it.

Javier organized himself to go out with the police, and he noticed your restlessness. Your chest would go up and decide on your shirt. And your forehead made a soft crease of concern.

As he prepared, his eyes met his own. Javier seemed too excited. Too anxious.

He ran in great strides, jumping the stairs every two steps, to his table. Javier didn't think much about what he was going to do. Especially in relation to you, it was always driven by impulses.

You followed his movement, so about the eyelashes.

"Are you okay?" He asked leaning over the table, as he always did.

You nodded.

His look has changed. And he made himself calmer. Time-consuming. Looking at you. The eyes are melting little by little.

"No need to worry. We'll be back in a few hours"

You looked at him over his eyelashes.

"I'm not worried" you tried to hold a smile.

He smiled.

"No?"

"Nop”

"Okay, so if I die..."

"Shut up, Agent Peña" you shuddered closing your eyes tightly.

He smiled.

"It's Javi, and you seem worried..."

You opened your mouth to speak...

"Peña" Murphy called him.

He turned around. Murphy gestured with his arms.

"Don't miss me" he patted your table three.

You pointed to the door.

"Go"

He laughed.

And incredibly in this little moment. You felt calmer. Your breathing was stable. And your expression was soft, because you was smiling, while shaking your head.

With this operation they were able to locate basically all the points that the scouts were. Carrillo had his methods, but he also had his merits. He was smart. And articulate.

You, Murphy, Edward, Peña, Carrillo and Trujillo spent the afternoon accessing the recordings of the wiretaps that the train was able to record. And separating the locations. The scouts made contact informing where the train was passing, and you could get an idea of where more or less the warning points were.

Colonel Carrillo organized the way of approaching the scouts. And you recorded everything, to document the operation. With it there, now you hardly needed to worry about the requirements, you needed to worry about the file, the records of the operations.

"Peña, you're coming with me. Murphy, Jacoby and you stay here, to guide us" Carrillo gave the orders.

You nodded.

Peña looked at you for a few minutes before leaving.

"Be careful outside," you said to both of them.

And that's how the night started.

On the radio you could follow the operation with Murphy, listening to the capture of the scouts. It was terribly agonizing just to listen. You had the feeling that at any moment something would go wrong.

You were walking from one side to the other, nibbling on the loose skin of your nail.

"Stay calm," Murphy said on a break.

You looked at him.

"It's going to sink the ground from walking on the same place so much," he smiled.

You looked around the room trying to find a new focus.

"They're doing well"

You nodded. And sat down.

And then the radio whistled.

"Sixth scout caught" was Peña's voice.

Murphy looked at you, smiling. Victorious.

You smiled back. Sighing deeply, relieved. Happy. It was worthy of a victory after so much struggle. You deserved an advantage.

"Go get some rest," Murphy said.

You nodded, getting up from the chair.

"You should do the same," you said as you passed by him.

He nodded.

You knew he wouldn't do that.

And you wouldn't be able to sleep either. You haven't been able to have a sleep routine for weeks. That was the price you got for sleeping where you worked.

It turns out that you went to your dorm, but you couldn't nail your eye even if you were tired. It was as if you had taken too much caffeine and your body did not succumb to fatigue.

When this happened, you left, and sometimes you stayed in the file room. There was a comforting melancholy in that room smelling of old paper, silent, illuminated by the moon.

Today was no different. You went there. You spent some time reading something about some operations, and when you was returning to the dormitory, when you turned the corridor you came face to face with Agent Peña.

"Hey" you spoke with your hand on his chest to avoid the thud "you scared me" you smiled blandly.

He didn't say anything.

You removed your hands from his chest quickly.

"Congratulations, everything worked out, didn't it? Where are the scouts? Have you started the questions?" You asked studying his face.

"They are children" he murmured.

Well, that was a possibility, but it was still a surprise.

Javier didn't look at you, he looked over your head. The whole body is stiff, the hands on the waist. Swinging the weight of the body between one leg and another.

"Are you okay?" You were trying to find his eyes.

"Yes, Carrillo let them go, tried another method," he murmured, the sound of the voice failing.

You've seen him like this very few times.

"Released? Another method? What do you mean?" You asked confused.

He wanted to get out of your way, but you took a step to the side finding him. He closed his eyes, turning his face, unhappy, as he ran his fingers through his nose.

"Don't worry about that" he took another step to the side.

You followed him.

"Hey" you held his arm gently "talk to me" you looked for his eyes, talking gently to him.

He finally looked at you. The dark eyes, but not of anger, were pain, resentment, guilt, sadness.

You frowned. Worried. It was strange to see Peña in all his grandeur and arrogance, disarmed in this way, he seemed so vulnerable. A man who seemed indestructible with an impenetrable shell, now so fragile in front of you, brought you a little affliction. When he always passed a certain security.

He wanted to get out of your way, but you stood in front of him following your body with your hands in his arms.

You knew that if he really wanted to, he could go over you and you would never reach him. But instead he was still there, with you.

"What happened?" You insisted.

He swallowed it dry. Hesitant.

"Carrillo pointed the gun at the head of one of the boys and shot" he paused still looking deep into his eyes "to give a fucking message" the voice so thick coming out in a murmur.

You were silent looking at each other for a few minutes.

When Javi abruptly advanced on top of you, sticking your back to the wall and pressing his lips on yours.

This urgent time, you couldn't resist. You immediately kissed back. You missed that. Their mouths fit perfectly. Javier was aggressively immediate. You could barely breathe.

You started pushing him gently. Just to separate your lips. He didn't let his hands off your face, but he gave you a break.

"I need you" he spoke with his lips brushing yours, his breath panting “Fuck, I need you"

You held his fists around your face.

"Okay," you whispered.

He pressed his lips on yours again, but this time calmer. More organized. You ran your arms over his shoulders, until your hands were tangled in his hair.

Javier passed his hands through the back of your thigh and lifted you to hold her on his lap. You held yourself around his neck crossing your legs around his waist. He walked to the archive room a little behind you, with you on his lap while kissing you.

He opened the door, passed with you, closing the door with his feet. Javier took you to the table at the back of the room. Putting you sitting on the table.

His hands went to your face, and went down your neck, gently passing over your breasts, instinctively making you arch towards him. Your clitoris was throbbing painfully, with the heat radiating through your body. Your lips met.

Javier leaned his forehead on his, panting, in an impasse. You had your hands intertwined in his hair.

"Maybe it's better if we don't do this right now," he murmured, as he placed his arms on the table on the side of your body, leaning, leaning to be at the same height as you.

You ran your hand over his face. You thought of some provocative answers, but that's not what came out of your mouth.

"What do you want to do?" You whispered.

He walked away a little, almost nothing, just to look at you.

"I don't know if I want to do this to you," he said.

You smashed your eyes, and smiled in surprise.

"Okay, then" you bit your lips.

Wait. What?

He looked at you, thinking better about what he had said.

"No.." he shook his head looking down "that's not what I meant..."

"So, explain it to me"

He raised his head to look at you, giving a dull smile.

"You can talk to me" you held his face, and he closed his eyes to your touch "whatever it is, you've already told me worse things..." you tried to comfort him.

After a moment of silence, and a sigh.

"I do this with..." he hesitated "you know..."

"Prostitutes? Who could have imagined..." You were ironic.

He looked at the ceiling, perhaps embarrassed, to admit it in front of him.

"It relieves me, it distracts me in situations like this," he murmured, almost a whisper, with his head down avoiding your gaze.

So, maybe now some things would start to make sense. And a lot of things had an explanation. Javier relieved the tension of working with sex. Sick? Maybe. But understandable.

"And what do you do with them?" You murmured, weighing your breath, and crawling forward to the edge of the table, almost sinking Javier's head into your breasts.

You were already in your hell. What's wrong with hugging the devil?

He was still propped up on the table, but when he heard you he raised his head, his noses almost brushing each other, his eyes doubting what he had just heard.

You brought your lips closer to his.

"Show me" your voice was a soft whisper.

You could only hear your breaths. Your heart beat so hard in your chest, that you had the feeling that Javier could hear.

"You know I'm not a gentleman..."

"Maybe, I don't like the good boys..."

In an abrupt gesture, Javier raised your skirt to his waist, without reducing the distance from his faces, turning one hand on the table next to your hip to support himself, and with the other, opening you legs to him.

Your mouth opened, letting out a trembling sigh, with the touch of his hands on the skin of your thigh.

Javier would never treat you the way he treated the prostitutes he met. You were his prize. There, offering to provide the relief he sought in other bodies, but now you offered yours. Not even in his best dreams, you would be like that, so perfect.

"You're already wet for me, aren't you?"

You closed your eyes as his fingers slid smoothly down your thigh, rising towards your panties.

"No" was more of a sigh than an answer.

Javier gave some light kisses on your neck. Sending goosebumps through your body.

Your hands were in his hair.

And when he felt the touch of his finger on the fabric of your panties, brushing your greeting so wet that it passed the moisture into the fabric. You pulled your breath and didn't breathe anymore.

He laughed softly. Victorious. Yes, you were dripping through it.

He took a break. Studying your face. The signs of pleasure and anxiety in the face. Your mouth open, and your eyebrows furrowed. Javier tortured you, wondering how much you wanted the relief of his touch in your pussy.

When he finally touched your middle, you let out the air. And he started sliding his finger over you. Your hands pulled his hair gently, as his finger went up and down.

"I always knew that your desire for me flowed down your legs"

"Javi..." you sighed, eyes closed.

He smiled maliciously at you calling him Javi, for him, he was always Agent Peña. But now for you, he was just Javi.

You felt the touch of his finger finally touch your skin when he pulled the fabric of your panties to the side. Your body had a spasm.

"Don't worry hermosa, I'll relieve your tension, I'll take care of you"

Your breathing was panting. You were needy and desperate, but fuck, you didn't care, the situation was too intoxicating at that moment for you to think clearly.

And finally the relief came, you were so horny, that the simple touch of Javier's fingers on your clitoris could have made you cum.

"You're so sensitive" Javier lowered his finger to your entrance, circling it to bring your lubrication all over his pussy, "You needed this a long time ago, didn't you, baby?"

Javier then slid his finger bringing your wet to your clit, and pressing his finger on it as he circled the set of rigid nerves that was accumulating a tension that radiated shocks through your body.

"Jesus... I've never had something so wet in my hands..."

"I'm not what you usually have" between moans.

Your head tilted back.

"Yes" he murmured with his lips walking around your neck "usually they don't speak"

You started moving your hip together with Javier's fingers.

"Take off your shirt for me, cariño" his lips were in your ear, and the low timbre of his voice combined with the accent, sent a direct blow to your core.

You nodded, loosening his hair, unbuttoning your shirt.

His fingers kept making the movement of going down to your entrance, and going back around your clitoris. Your walls squeezed desperately around nothing. He seemed to have a fucking map, touching and moving his fingers exactly where you needed it.

"I wanted this from the moment I put my eyes on you in that damn office 3 fucking years ago" he murmured more to himself than to you.

"You're so fucking hot" His eyes danced through your naked tits as if it were a suitcase of money. With devotion.

"Do you always think of me?" You provoked.

His lips went down to your nipple. Javier passed his tongue through the sensitivity of your nipple, and this set of him stimulating your nipple, and your clitoris, made you tilt your head back again, releasing the air through your mouth.

Javier slid two fingers into you, your mouth swallowed the air, your feeling dividing you, making you follow the movement with your hip, biting your lips. He made the movement of going back and forth studying your body, introducing another big and thick finger inside you.

He let go of your nipple, the look of simulated piety.

"What happened, baby?" His mustache pinching the skin of your breast. "Can't you find your words?" He smiles.

And it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, to observe the pleasure he caused in you. You bit your lips, frowning. Your breasts went up and down without rhythm demonstrating your erratic breathing, depending on the movement he made inside you.

"So needy," he said with his eyes inebriated with your heavenly image, grinding your hips over his fingers, with your bare breasts in front of him.

Javier bowed his fingers finding the spongy point inside you, which made you have a spasm, and a moan from the bottom of your throat escaped through your half-open lips.

He pressed his thumb on your clitoris, and you contracted. Feeling the pressure of your orgasm form inside you. Javier lowered his head reaching your other nipple this time, passing his tongue gently over him, your skin shivered all over his body.

"You're close cariño, I feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers"

You moaned, while moving your hips together with Javier's fingers, biting your lips.

"Keep going." you sighed "Javi..." he smiled when he heard his name coming out of your mouth again, he wanted you to sing his name like this every day.

"Come for me, baby, " you obeyed, gave in to the collapse of your body "that's it, good girl" Javier passed his arm over your back, holding you, while your body leaned towards him at the same time as he moved his fingers inside you in the right way.

When you came down from your height. Your spasms of pleasure stopped, you passed your hands through his hair, to kiss him. But he walked away, you opened your eyes, confused.

Javier took his fingers out of you slowly.

"I want you to clean up this mess you made" his voice was dark, sexy.

You would do anything he asked you to do.

He stretched his fingers in front of you. You held his hand with your hands and opened your mouth.

"Look at me"

You looked. Obeying like a puppy. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, and you sucked, passing your tongue through them, taking every piece, and sucking as your tongue passed through the greeting of his fingers.

"Fuck" he whispered to himself. Wondering what your mouth could do with his cock already throbbing in his pants.

He studied you, darkly. Javier was slowly pulling his fingers out of your mouth. Leaving a mental note for another way to make you shut up.

"I want to taste you," Javier approached to kiss you.

The kiss was deep, as if he took you. Your bittersweet taste in his mouth. His hands went down to your breasts, squeezing, painful, but pleasurable flesh.

"Tastes like heaven” he murmured, between your lips.

In an abrupt movement he pulled you off the table, pulled your panties leaving them on your ankle. Javier turned your back to him, your ass exposed to him.

Javier squeezes your ass, letting out a growl between thentes. His hand pushes your back down on the table.

You hear his zipper opening, and the belt buckle unraving. You get anxious, you wanted to see him. Keep his image in memory.

He separates your legs more with his hand. Your wet gets cold with the touch of the wind over your middle, and you stiffen your body.

"Relax for me, cariño" Javier whispered as he climbed his fingers up your lower leg. Passing through your hole, to get your wet, and pass over his cock.

You hear him get behind you. He stop for a moment.

"When I do this, I use protection, do you want me to put one on?"

You bite your lips. You turns back, and has a glimpse of Javier's cock. Taking a long time to look at him. He stroked himself, he's big, possibly the biggest you've ever seen, big enough that you would be apprehensive if you weren't desperate for him, you wanted to touch him. The thick veins for their fulfillment. You run your tongue through your lips.

"Do you want a picture?"

You roll your eyes.

And you feel the burning of a slap on your ass. You retract, whining.

“Don't have that kind of behavior with me"

You look at him, needy. While he caresses the heat that his slap left on your skin. Your eyes go down to his cock again, biting his lips.

God, you wanted him inside you urgently.

“Was that what you imagined?”

“Maybe”

He’s possessed.

“I’ll make you remember me for a week”

He approaches you.

"You didn't answer me"

"I want to feel you"

"Damn baby, asking me to fuck you like a whore, with your ass turned to me, did I win the fucking lottery?"

Javier doesn't waste time, the head of his cock goes up and down through his folds, you follow his movement listening to his breath weigh in anticipation, growling behind you. Until he fits the head of his cock in your entrance, it sinks into you slowly.

You pull the air with your mouth feeling it fill you.

He pushes his cock on you little by little, inch by inch. You feel the burning of the grip of his cock in your pussy, opening you in half, stretching you. You moan, and you can't help but move your hip in an attempt to adjust to its size.

You feel so fucking full.

"Fuck" he murmurs on top of you, pulling his breath, panting "so tight"

He holds his hip with both hands.

"Stop moving, darling," the hoarse voice.

You whine for him.

And he pushes the rest that was missing at once, you feel his hip in your ass. The table hitting the wall with his impulse.

"So tight I thought I wouldn't be able to make it to the end" he makes his way back and you almost collapse.

You moan.

Javier started slowly, but hard, dragging his cock back, so only his head was inside you, at a slow pace that you felt your head sliding inside you.

“Feels so good”

He pushed himself back to you hard, as if he couldn’t stand not being inside you again immediately, as if being without you was almost painful. He moaned

You lift your butt to him, and feel the burning of a slap on your ass, making you jump.

"I told you not to move" his voice between you.

Javier was sure that if you moved this hot way with his cock I would come in from you, it wouldn't last for just 1 minute. You were so tight, he thanked him for making you cum before, even so wet for him, it would be hard to penetrate you if you weren't excited enough.

You try to obey, but feeling his cock inside you filling you is so good, that you can't help it, you want more from him, you want him to be deep in you.

"Javi..." your voice is trembling, you bite your lips.

And he seems to read your thoughts. His thrusts inside you become faster. More violent. You feel his cock in your stomach, a pleasant pain to know that he is all inside if you.

Javier sinks into you hard. Their hips hitting each other making obscene sounds.

The head of his cock was almost permanently against the point inside you that made your back arch on him and your pussy was so tight around him that you were sure you couldn’t take it anymore.

Javi pulls you to stand up. And you support your leg on the table in front of you, being more open to him, giving him more access.

He growls at you, over your hair, pulling your hair to the side, to bite your skin on your shoulders, suck your neck.

Everything was so intense that you didn’t seem to worry about someone listening to you both in there.

"Javi" you seemed to hum his name, which made him get so close to the edge of ejaculation, that he could hardly hold it before making you cum once again.

“Fuck, need to feel you come while I’m inside you” He murmured between his ears in the ear “Please, babe, fuck, please come for me…”

You held the pulp of your ass, opening it for him.

"Ahhh" the heavy air of pleasure coming out of your mouth "Javi... ahn, that's it, oh, Javi..."

That was a song for Javier Peña's ears. He would cum just hearing you talk to him like that.

You collapse on his cock, your sight turns white, your body in shock with the discharge of pleasure, he feels your walls squeezing around him, and he can't hold it anymore, cumming on you.

Grubbing his cock deep into you. You feel his jets fill you. He sighs, still pressing deep into his pussy.

You are panting. He holds your body, still feeling your spasms. Your body gets soft, as if you turned into gelatin.

He rests his head on his back as he regains his breath, Javi's hands holding your abdomen. You felt him coming out of you. You whined.

He kissed the skin of his back, while squeezing your ass, lowering his skirt.

You reached for your shirt, and you were wearing it, when you turned to Javier who was fixing him pants.

You took a step in his direction.

Javier looked at you with intensity, still regulating his breathing, his eyes melted like lava in a volcano.

"Do you feel better?" You raise your hand to fix his hair that you made clumsy.

He grabs your waist pulling you to him. Nodding and kissing your forehead.

You smile.

"Good night, Agent Peña"

You got rid of his grip, to walk when he held your arm, and pulled for a slow, careful kiss, from which it was difficult to distance yourself. You walked away from him, against his will, because he held your waist firmly against his body.

Javier seemed drunk after this sex you had. And you found it hard to believe that he treated a prostitute like that.

He held your hand as you walked away.

Javier didn't want you to leave. For the first time he wanted something after sex. So used to simply opening your wallet and not having to worry about the later.

Everyone knew that he was the kind of man who would under no circumstances run after someone, unless he was a criminal. That he used people to achieve his goals, and that he wouldn't call the next day.

But you were already prepared for that.

But Javier wanted to take you to his bed, let you fall asleep in his arms, wake you up to sink into you, again, again and again. He wanted to smell you, the warmth of your skin. He wanted you for so long, and now that he had it, he felt so good inside you that having just that from you wasn't enough.

With other women he had something momentary. The relief was in that sexual warmth. Then he just wanted them to leave. It's always been like that. He wouldn't even know if he would know what to do after sex, for so long that he didn't have to worry about this kind of thing.

And that's where he realized how fucked up he was. The only thing he managed was to wish you a good night.

"Good night, Mrs. Assistant"

You smiled. You let go of his hand. And you left the file room, feeling him run down his legs.

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