#(and her hair is so gorgeous. so many of her roles let her use that long curly wig....heart eyes)

[lacomandante]

Assumpta Serna as Adela de Otero in El Maestro de Esgrima (1992).

[reignpage]

The Other Woman

Pt 1

The doctors and psychologists said it’d be great for your husband’s well-being to be with friends and family. And for the most part, that’s proven true. 

Insisting on welcoming Satoru back properly, his students organised a party and invited anyone who had a remote connection with their teacher. Even Nanami had taken time off from work to be here and had given a polite pat on his shoulder and a genuine greeting. 

That brought a huge smile to the white-haired man who pounced on the poor guy without remorse, giggling about how he knew he ‘always liked him really’. It felt great to watch him be surrounded by and showered with so much love and support, the kind he deserves; you could tell it was bringing life back to him. After all, it must have been painful for him to have been cooped up in the house trying to reconcile his new reality with the one he remembers. 

You keep reminding yourself of that. 

Satoru needs this. 

He needs normalcy. The normal he remembers, the normal he went to sleep thinking about and not the one he had suddenly woken up to, years passing him by. 

Everyone knows this. He knows this. Just as you do. 

So why is every person in the party sneaking you pitying and concerned glances?

Sure, no one could possibly think this is easy for you, to be the stranger that Satoru still gets surprised to see in the morning. The one he hesitates to say goodnight to, unsure of the boundaries, the etiquette, the right thing to do. He sometimes forgets to text you if he’s going out, shocked and annoyed, you’re sure, to see the many missed calls and messages from you. And you know he studies the picture frames all over your house like a textbook that would give him all the answer he needs.

All he gets, you’re willing to bet, is the realisation that you’re both the tether he needs to keep grounded, that guides him through the sea of memories he cannot touch, and the leash that binds him to a role he doesn’t remember signing up for. 

Are they looking at you with worry because of the inevitable toll this sudden shift has taken on your mental health or because your husband is talking to his ex-girlfriend the way he used to talk to you?

It can’t be the latter, right?

Because there’s nothing to be worried about. 

Satoru is simply catching up, trying to stitch up the crater-sized hole in his memory with a familiar face. There’s no reason for your hand to shake as you sip your drink or for your eyes to keep darting back over to them, sat alone at a table like they’re the only people in here. 

He’s laughing, throwing his head back and making that obnoxious cackle you love to hear. Loved. Because this one isn’t for you. It’s for her. The woman he shouldn’t be near, the woman he shouldn’t even think about, shouldn’t let touch his arm. 

You’re the wife. 

You’ve got the ring to prove it. 

He’s wearing it. Just not on the hand attached to the arm strung over the back of her chair like he’s protecting her from the rest of the world. Hell, maybe he is. Maybe his infinity is on and covering her. But you don’t have it in you to throw something at them to find out. Either result would be just as humiliating as the other. 

There’s nothing to be done. 

You can’t interrupt. 

Because Satoru needs to know what he said goodbye to all those years ago to know what he says ‘hey, pretty lady’ and ‘good morning, gorgeous’ to now. Or used to say. Now, you’re lucky if he even looks at you without shuffling his feet. 

Eventually, the night draws to its natural end. 

People bid their farewells twice, once to him and her, and then to you. Each time breaks your heart even more until you feel it crumble inside, little shards falling to pieces he won’t pick up. She stands before you, a small, shy smile, like she knows what she’s done. And says it’s ‘lovely to meet you’, and of course you can’t say it back. 

Not when you had been introduced by your name, ‘my beautiful wife’ going nowhere near the tip of his tongue as if those words had never been uttered by your husband. And not when she had been introduced in a hastily withdrawn, stuttered freudian slip of hell. 

“This is my girlfr— Sorry, I mean, my friend. From high school. Yeah, high school.”

Satoru blushes, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he waves goodbye to her. And you can tell he finds the act lacklustre, an uninspired, unnatural way to say goodbye to the woman you woke up to and slept beside. 

“Did you have a good time?”

He nods, a soft smile playing on his lip as he casts his gaze across the room, sweeping by the empty hall like he can still see every single person that came. “It was nice to see everyone and catch up.”

You’re thankful he doesn’t ask if you enjoyed the evening because you can’t lie to him but you also can’t tell the truth, can’t burden him anymore with the reminder that he doesn’t fill the shoes of your husband, that he continues to stumble with every step, dragging you down with him. 

So, instead, you fill the silence with a question that is so harmless, so normal it slips out before you can even think to anticipate the devastating crack that goes through your very soul. 

“Ready to go home?”

Satoru nods.

But he’s looking at a seat in the back. 

A seat that’s probably still warm. A seat you could never fill because you aren’t the woman he thought, hoped, he would marry. 

You’re just the woman he did. 

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Hedy Lamarr (Samson and Delilah, Ziegfeld Girl)—Look. I'm sure someone has already submitted Hedy Lamarr because she was spectacularly beautiful, and a very strong lady too: she fled both an abusive marriage AND nazi persecution at a very young age and rebuilt a life for herself pursuing her love for acting all on her own!! Her career as an actress was stellar; while she began acting outside of Hollywood (her very first movie, Ecstasy, won a prize at the Venice Film Festival), she conquered American hearts very quickly with her first movie in the US, Algiers, and then just kept getting better and better. If all this isn't enough, she was also an inventor: her invention of the frequency-hopping spread spectrum radio transmission technique forms the base of bluetooth and has a lot of applications in all kinds of communication technologies. I think that deserves a prize, don't you?

Marilyn Monroe (How to Marry a Millionaire, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Some Like It Hot)— Ngl I thought you all were lying about sexual attraction until I saw Marilyn Monroe in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

This is round 6 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Hedy Lamarr:

The only person you can find both on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and in the Inventor's Hall of Fame--her radio-frequency-hopping technology forms the basis for cordless phones, wi-fi, and a dozen other aspects of modern life. She was also passionate in her efforts to aid the Allies in WWII (unsurprising for a Jewish-Austrian Emigree to America), and her name served as the backbone for one of the best running jokes in what is possibly Mel Brooks' best movie. Look, Louis B. Mayer apparently believed he could plausibly promote her as "The world's most beautiful woman". Is an entire website full of people going to be less audacious than one Louis B. Mayer? I didn't think so!

Described as "Hedy has the most incredible personal sophistication. She knows the peculiarly European art of being womanly; she knows what men want in a beautiful woman, what attracts them, and she forces herself to be these things. She has magnetism with warmth, something that neither Dietrich nor Garbo has managed to achieve" by Howard Sharpe, she managed to escape her controlling husband (and Nazi Germany) by a) Disguising as her maid and fleeing to Paris or b) Convincing the husband to let her wear all of her jewelry to a dinner, only to disappear afterwards. Also she was particularly clever and helped develop Frequency-Hopping Spread Spectrum (I can't really explain it but anyway...)

Her depiction of Delilah and Samson and Delilah just lives rent free in my head. The woman was gorgeous.

One of the most beautiful women ever in film, spoken by many critics and fans. Beautiful shapely figure, deeper seductive voice, and often played femme fatale roles. She was also brilliant and an inventor. Mainly self-taught, she invested her spare time, including on set between takes, in designing and drafting inventions, which included an improved traffic stoplight and a tablet that would dissolve in water to create a flavored carbonated drink, and much more.

Gorgeous and brilliant pioneer of modern technology and the middle part.

Marilyn Monroe:

She's amazing!!! A classic bombshell, as well as a strong women who overcame so many obstacles. She also advocated for others, like Ella Fitzgerald.

That fucking saxophone that cuts in whenever she appears on screen in Some Like it Hot

I mean, it's Marilyn Monroe. She's adorable. She's gorgeous. She funny. She's the total package

She's the original American sex symbol, an iconic beautiful woman with eyes you could get lost in, legs for days, gorgeous hair, and a cute tummy. Her voice! Just listen to her voice!!!!!

She is considered one of THE sex symbols of the 1960s and one of the greatest actresses of all time! She HAS to be on this list!

no vintage movie woman is more iconically hot

People are most familiar with pictures of her in the white dress or the Happy Birthday Mr President one, but imo she is at her most beautiful and looks most comfortable when she is photographed by women like Eve Arnold

It’s Marilyn Monroe. If Aphrodite was an actual person, she’d be Marilyn. Do I really need to say more?

What can I say that hasn't been said? Marilyn's legacy is so much bigger than she was in life. She's a defining symbol of 50s and 60s Hollywood sex and it's obvious why. She was absolutely stunning and the camera loved her.

[justmeinadaze]

Secret Underneath (Steddie X Plus Size You)

"She's got a secret underneath (she's got a secret underneath) Yeah, she's his naughty little freak (yeah, she's his naughty, little freak) She likes to put on a show (she likes to put on a show) She likes when he takes control (she likes when he takes control)"

A/N: This came from utter annoyance at men online and just desperately trying to find a confident man who cares.

ENJOY!

Warnings: Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, daddy kink (cause im me), blindfold, toys, voyeurism (I guess. They watch her pleasure herself on cam), dirty talk. Sub/dom dynamics, oh um age difference even though its not mentioned (guys are about mid to late 30s and Reader is in her mid to late 20s)

ANGST, Reader is assaulted by an ex (mentioned but not expanded on) boys comfort her, mentions of her wanting to be held and tired of feeling lonely, guys online try to flirt in the beginning but she shuts them down. I think that's it. Cliffhanger ending because again...Im me.

Word Count: 5555 (ooooo :P)

“I can take care of a young little thing like you. You’re perfect”

“If I’m perfect why do I need someone to take care of me?”

“Do you want to help Daddy finish, baby? My big hard cock needs some help.”

“Oof a real Daddy doesn’t need to announce how big his cock is. Try again, little boy.”

“I bet a little girl like you needs to be put in her fucking place, you stupid fucking slut. Now get naked and send me nudes or else.”

You role your eyes as you promptly block the person who sent you the message. When you signed up for this sugar baby website you were hopeful to find someone who wasn’t like the “men” you had talked to on regular dating apps. You wanted someone who knew what they were doing, confident, and could handle your sass without running. 

You had met a few who could live up to the title but none you wanted to keep around long term. 

Sliding your mouse through the images, you found a profile that intrigued you. The image attached wasn’t of one man but two and it didn’t show their faces. It wasn’t odd for the Babies to want anonymity like yourself but your profile picture at least showed all of you in your curvy glory with a mask blocking your eyes and lingerie blocking everything else. Daddies always felt the need to show off so usually their profile images accentuated their faces and/or their money.

These two, with an account named Mogul/Rockstar, were only photographed from the neck down and it was definitely a picture they took, not some professional or anything like that. The man on the left had a black, well fitted suit with his admittedly gorgeous hands holding a glass of whiskey. The man on the right was a bit less put together with torn jeans and a blue jean vest over his bare chest just barely blocking the tattoos that peaked out. You assume he must have long hair because the ends of wavy locks rested on his shoulders.

When most men reached out to you it was with some silly pick-up line or innuendo. This profile, however, simply sent you one word; “Hello.”

(8:45pm) “Hey there. Not much for words?”

(8:47pm) “We imagine you’ve heard them all. : ). “

(8:48pm) “Are you really two people? Or do you just have an extra ego?”

(8:48pm) “Oh or let me guess! Your dick is so big it counts as another person.

(8:50pm) “I mean my friend IS a big dick but lol”

(8:51pm) “Yeah, honey, it’s really two people. We like to be clear about that. Any Baby that becomes ours would be just that; ours. 

(8:53pm) “We’ve learned pretty quickly not many women feel comfortable with two Daddies which is absolutely fine and why we are up front.”

(8:54pm) “How up front are you being really when you don’t show your face?”

(8:55pm) “Hm. Not a yes girl. I like that. It’s good to ask questions. 

(8:57pm) “We do that for a couple of reasons. One being we are well known faces so we don’t want a Baby to choose us solely on that.”

(8:57pm) “Because you don’t want to be embarrassed?”

(9:00pm) “Asking questions is good. Interrupting isn’t. Don’t do it again.”

(9:01pm) “Or what?”

…

(9:08pm) “Or what, huh?”

(9:15pm) “Fuck you! Ignoring isn’t very Daddy like!”

(9:16pm) “Oh? Did little baby get her feelings hurt? We don’t ignore as punishments but you aren’t ours yet, sweetheart. If you don’t want to follow any rules that’s fine. We can just continue looking and you can be a brat with someone else.”

(9:18pm) “I’m sorry.”

(9:19pm) “What’s the other reason?”

(9:22pm) “Actually, that’s the biggest reason. Our fame gets in the way of a lot of things if you can believe it. Expectations are ruined and certain ideals are put in place.”

(9:23pm) “My reputation as a rockstar makes some ladies think I can’t be soft and I definitely can. Our image isn’t solely who we are.”

(9:25pm) “I can understand that. Being a bigger girl people think I’m either desperate or my weight becomes a fetish to them. Which, I mean, fetishes are fine but men make me feel like…it’s the ONLY reason they are sexually attracted to me.”

(9:26pm) “And not because of your personality. Yeah…”

(9:28pm) “Is that why you’re a bit of a brat? Lol need to weed out the idiots?”

(9:30pm) “Something like that. Lol.”

(9:32pm) “Baby, I think my friend and I are in agreement that we’d like to try this out if you’re willing. You don’t have to see us or do anything you don’t want. Per the anonymity that was mentioned, we aren’t going to give our names so you don’t have too either. We also won’t be showing our faces so, again, you don’t have to.”

(9:33pm) “More than anything, we just want someone to look out for and talk to. Maybe make you feel good from time to time if you let us.”

(9:35pm) “Ok, Daddy.”

(9:36pm) “Good. Good girl. : ). We can talk on here until the three of us get more comfortable and then we can give you our numbers so you can talk to us there or individually. As you can imagine, rockstar travels a lot and so do I for deals so we aren’t always together 24/7.”

(9:40pm) “Are you both friends or partners?”

(9:42pm) “Friends for sure.”

(9:43pm) “Ok, baby girl, we’ll let you go but we’ll talk to you tomorrow. Get some sleep.”

(9:45pm) “Good night, Daddy.”

(9:46pm) “*Daddies”

(9:48pm) “Good night, honey.”

(9:48pm) “Sweet dreams, princess.”

As you laid in bed that night, you couldn’t help but wonder who they could be. You did some quick googling of businessmen who were friends with rockstars but that was stupid because that was a very common friendship found within industries. Rolling over, you plugged in your phone to charge it, pausing when you heard it ding.

Mogul/Rockstar deposited $300 into your account!!

Wow. No man had ever sent you that much just for an introductory conversation. Maybe because it was two of them they felt the need? As you drifted off to sleep, you found yourself getting more and more curious about them, dreaming of possibilities that may come to be.

############

That first month went by a lot smoother than you expected it to when it came to this account. They were incredibly kind and genuinely seemed to care about your day and what you were up to. Any time you voiced any kind of concern, they listened and did what they could. For example, you wished you could tell who was responding when since at the moment they replied as one. A few minutes later Rockstar changed his text to be red so you knew you were talking to him. 

When it came to finances, they were more than generous, giving you a set amount of $500 at the end of each day. They never once asked for anything sexual or made innuendos about their bodies or yours. 

As the second month began however you found yourself getting antsy.

(6:42pm) “May I ask a question?”

(6:43pm) “Yeah, of course, anything, honey.”

(6:45pm) “Can we do something…I mean can you help me…”

(6:46pm) “We can help with anything, princess. You just have to ask like a big girl.”

(6:47pm) “Can you…help me cum…”

(6:47pm) “Please, Daddy.”

(6:48pm) “We can do that for you, pretty girl. If you want. You remember the rules?”

(6:48pm) “Yes, Daddy.”

(6:49pm) “You don’t even have to turn on your camera or mic or anything. You can just…watch me.”

(6:50pm) “We never do anything we don’t want to do.”

(6:51pm) “But we would love to watch you cum. Do you have toys or were you just going to use your fingers?”

(6:53pm) “I have toys, Daddy.”

(6:54pm) “I actually just got this rabbit vibrator but I have no idea how to use it.”

(6:57pm) Mogul/ Rockstar has invited you for a video chat.

Biting your bottom lip, you grab your mask and pull it over your eyes, checking your appearance in the camera box before clicking their link. The camera box was still just their image from the site which you expected but was pleasantly surprised when a husky voice flowed through your speakers. 

“Hey, honey. You don’t have to turn your mic on if you don’t want to. We just thought it would be fair since you’re about to vulnerable with us.”

You smiled as you turned on your microphone. 

“Is it vulnerable? It’s just…masturbating right?”

“I mean, are you playing with yourself on the internet for just anyone?”

The second voice that followed through sounded extremely familiar as if you heard it somewhere before. It was incredibly sexy none the less. 

“No.”

“Then I would say you’re being vulnerable, babe. Jesus, you are really beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”, you beam.

“Can we ask why shorts and an oversized shirt? Most women wear the lingerie or a bra and panties.”

“Or are totally naked.”

“I just want to be comfortable. I’m not roaming around my house in a bra and panties.”, you giggle. “I take those off as soon as I get home from work.”

“Very fair. We’ve never asked what you do. Do you feel comfortable telling us?”

“I’m a teacher. Another reason for said anonymity.”

“Again fair.”

“Um, may I ask, whose voice is whose?”

“Yeah, pretty girl. I’m the Mogul.”

“I’m the rockstar.”

Smiling, you nod but you find yourself completely unsure of how to proceed. Usually, you could play innocent and do what you needed in the bedroom but something about these men were making you…

“Honey, are we making you a little nervous?”, Mogul asked in a sweet tone. 

“Yeah a little bit. I’m sorry.”

“No reason to be sorry, sweetheart. Can you do your Daddies a favor and show us the toy you got?”

Like a little kid in a store, your smile grew as you opened the box by your feet and produced the pink vibrator, displaying it for them to see.

“Is that your favorite kind of toy?”

“Usually men are but—” You quickly covered your mouth with your palm not meaning to let your sass slip out like that. Again, you were surprised when you heard both men laugh.

“I like that sassy attitude.”

“The confidence to.”, Mogul adds. “Don’t cover up that personality for us, baby girl. We’re big boys. We can handle it.”

“Most men can’t.”

“Most men aren’t us.”

“That’s for damn sure.”, you smirk as your thighs rub together. 

“Why don’t you take off those short for us, sweetheart?”, Rockstar suggests as you nod, rising from your chair to bring them down and toss them aside. “Good girl. Can you open your legs for us so we can see that pretty pussy?”

Licking your lips, you close your eyes as your open your legs giving them a good view. 

“Open your eyes, baby girl, and don’t move them from the camera.”, Mogul commands in a firm tone. “Jesus, man. I bet she tastes really fucking sweet.”

“And is really fucking tight. That toy is going to stretch you out I bet.”

You moan at their words as you tease your slit with the end of the vibrator.

“I wish you both were here to help me.”, you whine as you palm slides under your shirt to massage your breast. 

“Go ahead, honey. Push it into your cunt and tell us how it feels.”

Mewling, you easily guide it inside of you, the subtle vibration against your clit driving you crazy.

“Fuck, it feels so good, Daddy.”

“Yeah, princess? Fuck, I’ve never wanted to eat a pussy so bad in my life. Look at her. I just want her to ride my face till she cums over and over.”

“Fuck…yes.”

“You’d like that, baby? Make a mess all over Rockstar’s face.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Such a dirty little girl. Can you say it for us?”

“I’m…I’m a dirty girl. Fuck, Daddy, it feels so good inside of me.”

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re so fucking sexy. Make yourself cum.”

“Can I, Daddy? Please. I’m so close.”

“Yeah, sweetheart. You have our permission.”

Your body shook as you came, your hips grinding against the toy as you elongated your high. 

“Good girl, honey. Very good. Come back to us.”

“Th-thank you. Thank you.”, you grin as you bite your lip. “Wait, did you guys cum? I wanna hear it.”

“This was about you, babe. We didn’t touch ourselves.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that we’re really fucking hard though after that display.”, Rockstar laughed.

“Are you serious? You guys didn’t…at all. Most men do.”

The image in their camera box suddenly changes and their laps from the waist down come into your view. Both men were wearing shorts and you could vaguely see their bulges poking through. Their hands were gorgeous, one littered with rings that you assumed belonged to the rockstar. 

“Again…we aren’t most men.”

“Don’t make us have to remind you again.”

Nodding, you softly apologize as you lean back in your chair.

“What’s wrong, baby? Are you pouting?”, Mogul asks in a tone that makes you smile. 

“Not really. I just…I wish you could hold me.”

“Yeah…yeah, princess, we wish we could to.”

“Will you ever trust me enough to show me your faces?”

You listen as they heavily sigh.

“Maybe. Let’s just take this one step at a time, ok?”

After your good nights and lying in bed alone, you don’t know why but you begin to cry. You had been alone for so long, broken hearted from the bullshit your ex put you through. You loved what the site offered but you wondered if that momentary high would be enough to sustain you. You just wanted someone who would hold you and tell you everything was alright. Someone who would take care of you and make you feel safe so you didn’t have to worry anymore about…everything. 

As your phone dinged, you glanced at the notification that illuminated your screen. 

Mogul/Rockstar deposited $2000 into your account!!

Hardening your heart, you reminded yourself that you were strong, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as you forced yourself to sleep. 

##############

(6:15pm) “Hey beautiful. What are your plans tonight? Rockstar and I were thinking maybe the three of us could have a camera date and just talk. Nothing sexual.”

(6:17pm) “You don’t have to of course.”

(6:20pm) “Sweetheart, you know how we feel about you not answering.”

(6:25pm) “Shit, you guys. I’m so sorry. I was charging my phone while I was getting ready! I actually have plans tonight.”

(6:27pm) “Ooo that sounds like fun. Spending some time with friends?”

(6:29pm) “Not exactly lol My ex actually invited me to dinner so we could talk about some things.”

(6:30pm) “You’re going on a date?”

(6:32pm) “Um, I guess you can call it that.”

(6:32pm) “Is that a problem?”

(6:33pm) “We made it clear that if you agreed to be our Baby you would be ours.”

(6:34pm) “Virtually, yes, but the information and rules you gave me didn’t say I couldn’t go out on a date. 

(6:35pm) “What. Did you think I was just going to be ok with not knowing who you two were and never having you two fuck me or hold me. 

(6:35pm) “To not go on actual dates and feel wanted.

(6:36pm) “Needed.”

(6:38pm) “Didn’t realize you needed everything spelled out for you. Relationships take time. Like you we imagine, we’ve been burned before. We don’t want another whore who’s only dating us for our money or status. We deal with fake people enough!”

(6:39pm) “We like talking to you and you’re so beautiful. We WANT to see where this goes but if you’re in that much of a rush maybe this was a bad idea.”

This Baby is currently offline. You may leave messages for her and she will get this when she logs back in!!

***

(9:32pm) CurvyBabyWAttitude has invited you for a video chat!!

(9:34pm) Mogul/Rockstar declined your invitation for a video chat.

(9: 35pm) “Please…I need you…”

(9:38pm) “Now you need us? After your date I’m thinking didn’t go well since it’s 9:30.”

(9:39pm) “Try again, little girl. We aren’t the kind of men you use whenever you feel like.”

(9:41pm) “We have feelings to.”

(9:45pm) “What? No sassy come back? Nothing sarcastic you want to say?”

(9:50pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!!

“Jesus Christ. What happened, baby?!”

When you illuminated their screen, you were a complete mess. Your hair was frayed every which way and even under the mask covering your eyes they could tell your make up was smeared from tears. Your black dress that you had worn was torn at the sleeve, hanging down as you held it together with your hand. 

“Did that fucker hurt you?”, Rockstar growled. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know who to call. I’m so sorry, Daddy. I should have stayed here with you. I’m just so tired of feeling lonely. As soon as that fucker showed me even a little bit of attention I just…”

You listened as they mumbled to each other, unable to make out what they were saying as you dried your tears with your fist. 

“We’re in New York right now. Are you close to that state?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Do you trust us? Say it.”, Mogul replies sternly when you nod.

“Yes, I trust you.”

“There’s a hotel outside of the city. I’ll message you the address and room number. You follow the instructions we give you to the letter. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

***

“Hi, um, I’m checking into a room…under, um, Baby Girl.”

You cringe as you relay the information but all the young lady does behind the hotel counter is beam over at you as she types on her computer. 

“Ah and here’s your key. Do you need an escort or anything?”

“Oh, uh, no, ma’am, thank you.”

“No problem! The gentleman said he would be right there.”

You glanced around you nervously as you rode the glass elevator up to the floor your room was at. You appreciated that they didn’t make you go to some run-down Bates Motel but you were still a bit on edge. 

Heading for the door, you paused taking a deep breath before putting in the key and slowly entering the room. It was a modest little room but lived up to its five-star rating just on looks alone. Shifting your gaze, you realized quickly you were alone but noticed a note with the words “Baby Girl” on the mattress. 

Lifting it up, you found a black silk eye mask one would use for sleeping folded underneath. 

“Please place this mask over your eyes and we will be right in. 

We know it took a lot of trust for you to drive out here so we’re trying to meet you halfway.”

Taking a seat, you sighed as you tried to put the thing over your head, struggling a bit as a bruise had begun to form where your ex tugged at your dress. 

The sound of the door clicking and swinging slowly open caught your attention as you froze in place. 

“Um, f-full disclosure, my eyes are closed as well. I couldn’t get this thing further down and I could see under the—” You point at the bottom of the mask as the door closed. 

Cologne filled your nostrils as footsteps walked closer to you. 

“Is it ok if I touch you so I can fix it?”

Your head tilted to the side at the sultry, smooth voice just above you.

“Yeah…who-who is this?”

“I’m the mogul in our name. Rockstar is on his way.”

“Were you two not together?”

You feel the atmosphere shift as he kneels in front of you and his fingers gently hold your head as he adjusts the mask to be more comfortable.

“We were but he wanted to stop and grab some things in the lobby. How does that feel?”

“Better, thank you.”

He withdrawals his hands but he doesn’t move as you feel his eyes scanning you over. Braving crossing a boundary, your hands carefully reach out and find his cheeks. Taking a hold of your wrists, Mogul helps guide your movement over his fluffy hair making you smile at how soft it is. When your thumb finds his lips, he exhales heavily and his warm breath has your pussy clenching around nothing. 

Abruptly, the door beeps and opens again as the smell of cigarettes fills the room.

“Do you know how hard it is to find ice in this goddamn palace!?”

Your head tilts again as you try to follow the new voice as he moves about the room. 

“And that would be the rockstar.”, the man in front of you assures as he pats your thigh and sits beside you. As he goes to release your hand, you immediately reach for him again, afraid of being in the dark now that they were here.

“Next building you buy should be a fucking hotel so you can put things where us humans can find them.”

You hear what sounds like someone being lightly hit as everything becomes silent again. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Sorry. My mouth tends to move before my brain does.”, he replies in your direction at a bit of a calmer register as he bounces on to the bed beside you. “God, asshole got you good, huh? Ok, this is going to be cold.”

You yelp and wince when something freezing lands on your arm. 

“I searched for like an actual icepack but I guess the 5 stars don’t include first aid.”

“Ok! I get it. You’re not used to fancy places, dude. Jesus.”

Rockstar laughs through his teeth making you smile again as your free hand reaches towards where you assume he is. Your fingers touch hair first and your eyebrows scrunch together as you realize you found the ends just above his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I, uh, wouldn’t run my fingers through that. It’s all tangled. You may get stuck and have to stay with us forever.”, he chuckles before it trails off. 

You can feel them both watching you as your palm finds his cheek and like with his friend your thumb moves along his bottom lip. They were a bit more chapped but based on the smell you assumed that was due to the cigarettes. As your hand began to travel down his neck, you paused and pulled away not wanted to make either man uncomfortable. 

“I’m sorry.”, you mumble.

“What are you sorry for, honey?”

“I don’t mean to be…that much of a brat, you know. I like talking to you both to and I want to see where this goes but…I guess I’m like him sometimes.” You pause as you gesture towards the rockstar. “My mouth moves before my brain. I’ll understand if you don’t want to be my Daddies anymore.”

Both men were silent for what felt like an eternity before the ice was removed from your skin and replaced by lips. A pleasant sigh escaped you as he tenderly kissed your bruises.

“Why did you ex hurt you?”, Mogul asked.

“Because he’s a fucker.”

“Yeah, we gathered that.”, Rockstar teased as he leaned away from you but intertwined your fingers with his. 

“He, uh, took me on a date to this tacky little restaurant that I told him a million times I hate and then on the drive home he insinuated because he took me out I’d want to…you know.”, you exhale as your head hangs. “I’m just so tired of being lonely. I just want someone to take care of me. ME. Not the supposed ‘whore who needs to be put in her place’ or ‘the desperate big girl’. I’m strong and I can take care of myself. I’m just…tired.”

Fingers tenderly moved your hair behind on of your ears. 

“God, I love your attitude.”

“It’s not uncommon for us to constantly run into ‘yes’ people. It’s one of the problems we have with Babies. Always ‘Yes, Daddy.’ Or ‘Of course, Daddy.’ Sometimes we can’t tell if it’s them being genuine or pandering to us to get what they want. Which…I guess is fine but…”

“Not what we’re looking for.”

Your hands search for Mogul’s face and he grins as he leans in allowing you to touch him. When your lips find his, however, he hastily pulls back and rises to his feet. 

“Hey, no, honey. You don’t have to do that. That’s not why we came down here.”

You feel yourself start to panic, losing your bearings since you can’t see. You had gotten used to them both being next to you and when he stood up you suddenly felt lost. 

“I’m right here, princess. You’re ok. Everything’s ok.”, Rockstar murmurs in your ear as he squeezes your thigh.

“You don’t want to fuck me?”, you ask to the void, unsure of exactly where the other man may be. 

A deep, guttural groan echoes in front of you as you turn your head towards it.

“I’ve never wanted something or someone so bad in my life, baby, but… that’s not why we came here.”

“He doesn’t want you to feel used. Your ex tried to do that and he doesn’t want you to feel like we’re the same.”

“I don’t. I don’t feel that way at all, Daddy.” Your voice had dropped into that little girl tone as you fully allowed yourself to be vulnerable for them. “Please…”

Lips connected to yours again but the taste was different. The nicotine that lingered on his tongue mixed with the slight taste of mint toothpaste set your body on fire as it fully came to life and you wrapped your arms around the man’s neck as he gently tilted you onto your back.

The bed dipped on your other side and you disconnected from one set of lips to another. You became lost in his kisses as his tongue danced with yours and their hands roamed your skin. 

“We’re going to be gentle tonight, baby girl. Let us take care of you.”

You allowed them to undress you and waited patiently as they removed their own clothes. Lying on either side of you, they each lifted one of your legs over their hips as their lips and tongues sucked on your neck.

Rockstar’s fingers glided through your folds and you groaned loudly as he massaged circles into your clit. While running your hand through his hair, Mogul licked and sucked on one of your nipples making your hips buck as you searched for more friction. 

“Please.”

“What do you want, sweetheart? You want my fingers?”

“Yes, Daddy, please.”

His nose presses against your cheek, his mouth opening in a silent moan as he effortlessly guides two of his digits inside of your core. 

“Fuck. I was right. You are tight. Jesus, sweetheart, our cocks are going to stretch you open, baby.”

“Can…Can I have you both?”

“Can you handle that?”, Mogul asked with a slight whine of want. 

“Yeah, Daddy. I can, I promise.”

“Baby girl, I don’t think you understand what you’re asking for.”, he chuckles and you listen as he sucks on what you assume is his fingers. “You may think we’re cocky but trust us we’ve earned the right to be.”

You suck in a breath as you twist your hips and feel two long thick fingers pushed into your ass as both men thrust their digits into you. 

“Oh…my…”

“Can a little girl like you handle your Daddy’s big cocks inside of you at the same time?”

Your hands cling to the man in front of you as you passionately kiss him, his tongue catching your moans as you tremble and trench his fingers as you cum. 

“Y-Yes, I can…I can handle it.”

They abruptly sit up and manhandle you around the bed, Mogul’s arms holding you tightly as he places himself on the edge of the mattress with his legs hanging off the side. Just as you had, his palm comes up to caress your face as his thumb traces your lips. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” You softly smile at the sincerity in his voice while he circles your arms around his neck. “Just hang on to Daddy, ok? We got you.”

His hair tickles your nose as he tilts his head and grips his cock between your bodies. 

“Shit, um, I almost forgot. Is it ok…I don’t think we have condoms.”

“It’s ok. I’m protected and I’m clean. You can cum inside me…if you want to…”

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re going to kill us. Ok, go ahead and baby let me know when you’re ready for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

You feel his mushroom tip tease your entrance making you both moan. 

“Take your time, honey. I got you.”

As you slowly descend onto him, he sucks in a breath as your fingers thread through his hair. 

“So big. Fuck, Daddy.”

“How does she feel, man?”

“Mmpf, tight. That’s it. You’re almost there.”

When you’re fully seated on top of him, his forehead leans to rest on yours as his humid breath fans your face. The action causes you to clench around him and he grunts in pleasure.

“Hang on to me.”, he whispers as he tips back onto his hands tilting you with him. 

Rockstar spits in his palm behind you and you mewl as he rubs it between your cheeks.

“Are you ready, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m ready.”

Holding your ass open, he gradually slides into you.

“Oh fuck. I wasn’t expecting… goddamn baby girl.”

Ringed fingers take hold of your bicep as both men thrust into you at the same time hitting every spot inside of you that has you melting into them. 

“Oh my God. Yes!”

“Yeah, baby? Fuck, dude. I don’t know how—mmm—how long I’m gonna last. Her ass feels so good.” A hand slaps your behind making you moan as another strong palm grips the back of your thigh guiding your movements as you bounce back into theirs. 

Lips in front of you open mouth kiss your chest up to your neck as you push them closer to your skin. 

“Please. Fuck, Daddy! M’gonna cum.”

Slamming their hips up to meet yours, your body quivers as the coil snaps.

“Atta girl, honey! Making a mess all over our cocks and coming hard like that. So fucking sexy.”

Clinging to them tightly, you allowed them to use you to chase their highs. The man behind you warms your insides first, grunting as his rhythm falters. The man in front of you soon follows thrusting his spend deep inside of you.

“We’re going to pull out, sweetheart, ok?”

“Ok, Daddy.”

After carefully removing themselves, you feel yourself being lifted into the air and spun around before being placed on soft pillows. A wet rag cleans you and you pleasantly sigh as you curl under the covers that were placed over your body. 

“Are you both going to stay?”

Cool metal touches your skin as a hand pets your head. 

“Do you want us to?”

“I promise I won’t look.”

Warmth encases you as they lay on either side, murmuring praises as you steadily fall asleep. 

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When you woke up the next morning you were alone, finding a note on the nightstand that said they thought it best to leave before you woke up but that the room was yours for as long as you need and to message them when you made it home. 

You did what they requested but decided to utilize the rest of your Sunday for yourself thinking about everything that happened. You heard your phone pinging but you didn’t want to talk to anyone wishing you could call in that following Monday. Unfortunately, you made a promise to a friend, you couldn’t break. 

“Y/N, honey, are you alright?”, your colleague asks as she lightly elbows your side. 

“I’m fine. Just an interesting weekend.”

“Alright, guys so this where all the important decisions are made.”, the building tour guide obnoxiously smiled as she guided the class around the office space. “Let’s see if the boss is available.”

“Well thank you for chaperoning with me. When Mrs. Ludwig cancelled I thought I would have to reschedule.”

“No problem. I know nothing about business and economics but…”, you giggle. 

“Holy shit!”

“Mark!”, your friend shouts. “Watch your mouth! Jesus!”

“Mrs. Raymond, it’s Eddie Munson. The guitarist from Corroded Coffin!”

Turning your head in that direction, you realize two men are staring your way, one of them indeed the famous rockstar. 

Rockstar…

Blinking you tilt your head as you notice the rings on his fingers.

That voice. I knew that voice.

“It’s not uncommon for us to see Mr. Munson around here. Him and Mr. Harrington have been friends for a long time. Right, sir?”, the tour guide asks.

“Steve Harrington? The business mogul?”

Mogul…

“See, Y/N. You know some things about the business world.”, your friend grins. 

As the world around you seems to slow down to a halt, you three continue to stare at each other as you figure out where to go from here.

[world0fmadness]

MY VALKYRIE QUEEN

lando norris x voice actress! reader

♡ a look into the boss fight between lando and sigrun!

୨୧ just a little expansion adding onto the characters you’ve voiced in talk to me! this is very much based on my own experience with the sigrun boss fight lol </3

♡ related smau available here and related hc available here | view my formula 1 masterlist here

reading music recommendations: valkyries by bear mccreary - valhalla by bear mccreary

♡ as mentioned in talk to me, when you and lando officially began dating he went on a major binge play of almost all of the games you’ve had a role in!

୨୧ one of these games just so happened to be god of war… voicing the valkyrie queen, sigrun

♡ it was one of your smaller roles but also one of your absolute favourites!

୨୧ it was a role you took a couple years before you began dating lando, you absolutely LOVE the valkyrie design and think it’s one of your coolest looking characters right alongside bela dimitrescu

♡ at first, lando doesn’t want to do your boss fight…

୨୧ why would he want to kill a beautiful character that has your voice? :( but you manage to convince him to do it on stream!

♡ and when lando does get to the part where he has to fight you… oh my GOD, you whooped his ass so bad

୨୧ he had to fight all of the previous valkyrie’s to get to you and thought they were hard but manageable… yours, on the other hand…

♡ your boss fight made him want to rip his hair out one by one! the first couple of times he died weren’t so bad, he wasn’t too mad and just kept complimenting how your gorgeous your character was

୨୧ he especially likes when she’d swoop down and stomp on kratos, he doesn’t know why, it just kind of did something for him <3

♡ but as time goes on and he KEEPS dying, he begins getting more angry, the chat riling him up by constantly telling him to “ get good ”

“ kratos! just rip her wings off and kill her already, bloody hell! i’ve just died again! ” ( eventually, you come in with a drink, pulling a chair in with you to sit by him and watch his pain, sometimes reading out comments from the chat )

୨୧ you can’t help but laugh at how mad he’s getting, just an hour ago he was whining that he didn’t even want to fight your character and now he’s like a man on a mission wanting her DEAD

♡ you try giving him tips on what runic attacks to use and alway point out health stones to him, he mumbles a small “ thank you, love ” every time but doesn’t dare take his eyes off the screen

୨୧ when he finally beats her, after around 40 failed attempts, he jumps up from his seat and lets out he loudest yell… you can hear it echo through the whole apartment

“ YES! YES! BLOODY HELL, FINALLY! ” ( you immediately burst out laughing before giving him a little round of applause )

♡ he looks over at you, holding his hands out and telling you to feel how sweaty they are

“ love! feel my hands, FEEL THEM! they’re soaked, bloody hell, that’s disgusting ” ( they are indeed absolutely soaked with sweat and you make him go wash them )

୨୧ he felt SO good after beating her, he felt like he could go for a run, he felt like he could do anything… you constantly laughing at him walking in circles around the room with a fat smile on his face whilst he talks to you about how proud of himself he is

♡ but you don’t go for a run, instead you just order some takeout to celebrate <3 lando going onto youtube whilst eating and looking up people who’ve also beat sigrun, wanting to see how many tries it took other people ( he feels so proud when the people he’s watching simp for sigrun, like that’s his girlfriend, he’s basically dating sigrun and he’s so happy about it )

୨୧ one year, you actually dress up as sigrun for halloween, MUCH to the pleasure of lando who could not shut the fuck up about how amazing he thought you looked and took about two thousand pictures of you that night…

♡ but you also saw him slightly glare at the wings every now and again, seemingly getting flashbacks at how many attempts it took him to defeat her

୨୧ one thing is for certain and that is he really prays you never get a role in a souls game…

♡ when santa monica studio eventually asked you to reprise your role as sigrun in god of war ragnarök, you agreed straight away and told lando about it

“ oh love, that’s amazing! but… it’s not a boss fight again, is it? ” ( when you told him it wasn’t and sigrun was actually allying with kratos, he let out the longest sigh of relief you’ve ever heard )

୨୧ he doesn’t think he could handle another valkyrie boss fight, especially not when it has your voice mocking him

♡ don’t tell him about queen gna…

[constantinerkives]

PAIRING: Yoo Jimin x Fem Reader _________________ WARNING: Mafia AU, gang AU, organized crime, dark Karina, age gap: Karina is in her early thirties while you are in your mid-twenties. Separation of parents, power struggle, corruption, home invasion, blackmail, E2L, TENSION, I made Karina half-Russian so-*gunshot*, but please, let me know what you think of half-Russian Karina - it's for research purposes, usage of Russian endearment, betrayal (not from Karina), Karina is slightly obsessed with OC, OC is reckless but dangerous, suggestive at the end. _________________ SYNOPSIS:

I hate you," You breathe into her mouth, your thoughts are muddled by nothing but her. Her scent, her abysmal eyes, her beautiful black hair, her devastatingly gorgeous face - all of her.

"I hate you so much that I can't think of anything else but you."

Karina chuckles and softly pecks the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as her hands caress your body.

"If that's the case," She rasps against your skin, and you softly gasp as she squeezes your hips.

"Then give me one night to convince you otherwise, my love."

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A/N: Sorry for making you all wait this long, my exams were in the last week of May and due to the uncooperative weather - were moved to the second week of June.

Thank you for waiting. Enjoy reading!

And also because:

You asked, I shall deliver

Russian-translated words are here.

Dynasties are a succession of people from the same family who play a prominent role in business, politics, or another field.

And like all dynasties - they fall. Either by sickness or by each others' hands. 

In your family's case, however. It's the latter. 

Greed and ambition can make a man overlook crucial things, such as researching land in Tuscany before seizing its valuables and burning the farm. And as for the valuables in that mansion, most of them were sold, some were kept, and the rest were disregarded. For months, your family made a fortune out of it. 

It was only when masked, tall men broke into your family's vacation home, killed all the guards, and forced you to kneel beneath the barrels of their guns. 

Your watch from the back of your parents as your assailants part to make way for a woman, her face covered by the shadows, but you see her eyes. Black and devoid of warmth. 

"Who are you?" Demanded your father, "And how dare you attack my family in my home?"

Silence permeates the air. The woman spoke: "Hae Jinwon," Her voice was alluring yet sharp. There was a noticeable rough accent in her tone. "Capomandamento of the Haewon Clan." She mused. "Who the fuck are you?" Your brother spat beside you. The woman moves her gaze from your father to your older brother, Hae Jinyoung. "It was you, who led your father's men to my property in Tuscany, am I correct?"

"Yeah?" He challenged, "And what about it?"

"Ublijudok," She sneers and points the gun at him. 

Your eyes widened as your parents spat out cries of panic while Jinyoung visibly pales at the sight of the latter's gun. "Fools," She jeers as she redirects her aim and pulls the trigger. Your ears ring at the sound of her bullet wheezing past you and hitting one of your mother's vases, shattering it; pieces of ceramic fall on the floorboards. Your skin prickles at the sound as the woman points her gun at your father. 

"Do all of you have any idea how many enemies came into my home at this hour and threatened my family?" She snarled and walked forward, allowing you to see her face - beautiful and twisted with wrath and contempt. She wore an all-black attire, an overcoat, a turtleneck, trousers, and boots. Your eyes trailed to her gloved hand where she was holding a gun. "For months, we were hunted like animals." She grimaced, "And when they had their fill, they left us to rot. But I refused my family to succumb to that state and found the fuckers behind it."

She circles your family like a lioness examining her prey before killing it. 

"It's insulting," She scoffs, "To have everything I built destroyed by a minor family and reaped our benefits." She stops behind your father and digs the muzzle against the back of his skull. "I should kill all of you right here, right now." The perpetrator growls and applies pressure against the trigger.

Your ears couldn't register the cacophony of your family's panicked cries. Only you remained silent, watching with wide eyes as they struggled against their bindings while they plead for their lives. And she cackled - the perpetrator cackled. "That's right," She mused sickly, "Beg for it - your lives until no one understands what you all are saying." She moves in front of Jinyoung and crouches to meet his gaze.

"You're the oldest, right?"

His lips quivered. The woman was losing her patience and glowers at him. "Answer me, svin'ja." 

Jinyoung gulped, "Yes," 

"Then that means you'll take over once your father is out of commission, yes?"

"Yes?" He answers tentatively. 

The latter hums, "Do you know who I am, Hae Jinyoung?"

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. The woman clicked her tongue, "Answer me immediately, boy." She pointed the gun at you, and you flinched. "Or else your sister's brain will be riddled with bullets." 

"No!" He exclaimed, "No, I don't have a fucking clue who the fuck you are-"

She hits him with the butt of her gun, silencing him as your father exclaims. "Jinyoung!" He roared, "You bitch-"

"We're done here," She declared, and her men vacated the house one by one - except for her. "Why spare us?" Your mother questions. The woman didn't say anything at first as she moved her gaze toward you and answered:

"Because it'll be too easy. You took away my family's foundation - so I shall take away yours." A cold smile settles on her lips, "And finally, we're even. What's the fun of ending it quickly when you can leave them alive so they can suffer for it?" 

None of you made a sound, and she took it for her cue to leave. 

She didn't return after that. 

But true to her word, your family did suffer for it. 

Enemies came left and right. They robbed your family of its treasures, stole opportunities from the Haewon Clan, and even turned your people away from you. It got to the point that your parents separated. Your father kept your brother. He was the heir: while your mother took you. You never saw your father or your brother ever since. You thought that you'd turned over a new leaf, forgetting that humiliation that left you seething with anger and resentment for your father's stupid choices and for allowing his greed to put you and your mother into that position. 

But no, it remained. 

Evidence of that showed when your grandfather - your father's side of the family visited you at your university when you were nineteen. 

"Excuse me," You blinked at the older man, "You want me to go where?"

"Come back to us, Y/N." Your grandfather coaxed. You scoffed at him, "And do what?" You demanded, "Is my older brother not good enough to lead this god-forsaken family?"

A wry smile graced his thin lips, "Yes," 

You paused, "What?"

A sigh left his lips, "After returning from Italy to fix the mistakes my son and your brother made. I've concluded that neither is fit to lead the Haewon Clan." 

You knew where this conversation was going. Yo arched a brow, "And you think I can?"

"An old man can hope." Another scoff of disbelief leaves your lips. "Take your hopes with you and leave, grandfather." You sneered, "My mother and I want none of them." Without another word, you walk past the latter with a dark expression. 

"Don't you want to settle the score?" He called out. You stopped. 

"Don't you want to get even with the family who did this?" He added, and you ground your jaw so hard that you thought it was going to break. You balled your hand into fists and peered over your shoulder, "What makes you think I'd be interested?"

You didn't move as he made his way to you, "Your eyes say it all, granddaughter. I don't have to explain it, do I?"

You turn to him. Your expression was unreadable, but your eyes burned with vindication. 

"Under two conditions."

His eyes light up. "And what's that?"

"Allow me to finish college, and in the meantime - teach me what I need to know." He furrowed his brows, "Wouldn't that distract you from your studies?"

"I'll manage it," You snapped, and he nodded. "Alright, what's the other one?"

"I won't take your name." You tell him firmly, "I refuse to be associated with the name: Haewon. Instead, I'll take my mother's last name, Han." 

"Very well," He gives in, "Y/N Han." 

And for years, you rebuilt what your family had lost: money, security, fame. While you repair your foundation, you bid your time into researching the family that destroyed you and retaliated. It was small at first until you began stealing their clients, information - all of it. One by one, you stole from them. 

It's only a matter of time before the new capomandamento takes matters into her own hands and captures you for your deeds against her family. 

Upon further research, the family you're holding a vendetta against is a Russian-Korean family named the Zakharov Clan.

And their two children - Ilina and Karina Zakharov.

Ilina, the woman who broke into your home, died three years ago after one of their men turned against her in an attempt to start a coup by shooting a bullet to her head. But he was swiftly killed by her sister - Karina, earning her Ilina's status and authority as the new capomandamento of the Zakharov Family a week after her sister's burial in Moscow.

Karina is fifth-generation old money. Her family is a mix of Russian kingmakers that made a fortune importing illegal goods during The Great Depression in 1929 and later established a globe-spanning empire in organized crime. A family long since retreated from public view, but their dominance endures to this day.

"The only gap we have in that family is that we don't know anything about the Zakharov's new capo." Your consigliere admits with a sigh, "No photos, records of any kind. Just the name."

You put the dossier down and locked eyes with the latter, "That's good enough for me, Kazuha. Send out the invitations."

She looked apprehensive, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," You tell her with finality. "I've made my move. I will await hers."

Kazuha didn't say anything as she took the dossier, "Before I forget, someone sent you a package." You arched a brow, "A package? What sort?" She shook her head sideways, "I didn't open it."

A hum reverberates from your throat, "Where is it now?"

"I sent it to your room, and before you can ask, it didn't have a return address. I suggest that I open it while you watch." You guffaw, "And I thought you were just a consigliere, not my guard."

"You are my employer and my friend, Y/N." She insists, "And I've made a promise-"

"To my mother, I know." You finish for her as you stand up. She follows your example as you gesture a hand toward your door. "Lead the way, Miss Nakamura."

"It's a dress," You mused as you stood beside her, your eyes lingering on the top cover. "From Givenchy. Is it from Jaehyun?"

The younger woman furrows her brows, "That man can't pick a dress for you to save a life, Y/N." She closes it, "Perhaps he asked a stylist to pick it for you." You hum and gently take the box from her and open it to see the dress. It was a black one-shoulder draped dress in crepe with a fluid skirt and a long slit in the front. "There's also a jewelry set," Your consigliere mused. Your eyes moved to the jewelry box nestled within.

"Jaehyun must've paid extra for these," You remarked as you carefully put the dress down and opened the jewelry box. It contained a necklace with golden-finish metal links and a bracelet in golden-finish metal with Swarovski crystals.

"Return this to him." You put the dress and accessories inside the box and turned away from the gift.

"I already have a dress in mind for next week's gathering." You tell the younger woman as you walk past her.

The first time you met her, she played you at your game. 

Music plays through the speakers, accompanied by cheerful yells and self-indulging conversations as you watch all of these play beneath you from the elevated interior balcony of the venue with a glass of champagne in your hand and your consigliere standing to your left, her eyes sharply examining the attendees of the event. For tonight's event, you wore a black deconstructed cape cocktail dress featuring slashes, lapel detailing, and two flap pockets on the sides, finished with a single-button fastening and heels. 

While Kazuha wore a navy blue monogram shirt dress and boots. 

She leans close and whispers through the blaring music, "How would you know if she's here?"

You take a swig before replying: "People talk big about themselves in events like these, Kazuha. One of them is bound to slip." 

The younger woman blinks at you, "You don't know?"

You flash her a grin before descending the stairs. Kazuha follows your figure with disbelief etched in her graceful features. "Y/N, this is dangerous-"

"Jaehyun!" You call out as you see a familiar towering figure donning a two-piece suit and black hair conversing with a group of benefactors. The man turns to you and grins, "Y/N," He then looks at his audience and excuses himself before coming to you with open arms, his double-breasted blazer wrinkled. "My - you look delectable!" 

Once you're at arm's reach, he takes your hand and kisses the back of your palm. "To what do I owe the pleasure of having your attention tonight?" He queries as soon as you retract your hand. "How are the acquisitions for the farmland in Tuscany?"

Jeong Jaehyun, a family friend and your business partner since your return, is your man when it comes to international profits and investments. He was also the one who helped Kazuha in finding information about the Zakharov Clan, albeit it had gaps. 

"The owners are still deciding on it, Y/N." He says as he walks beside you with Kazuha trailing behind, "But I guarantee they'll sign the papers." 

"Good," You peer over your shoulder. "Leaves us, Kazuha. You have the luxury of mingling with our guests." The younger woman doesn't protest and bows before leaving. 

You crane your neck to study your attendees. Jaehyun follows your gaze and chuckles. "Looking for Miss Zakharov?"

"I don't even know who I'm supposed to look at," You comment, and Jaehyun frowns, "You're endangering yourself, my friend." 

"It's a long shot," A grin graces your lips, "But worth a try." Before he can reply, you cut him off. "By the way, that dress you sent me a week ago was nice." His frown deepen as you continue, "It's a shame that I already have a dress for tonight's event." 

He stops, and so did you. "Y/N, what are you talking about?"

You mirror his frown, "You didn't send me a dress?" 

Your business partner grasps your arm. "Y/N, I stopped sending you dresses the moment you said my taste for women's clothing was questionable." Your face blanks at the revelation, "So you're not the one who sent me a dress from Givenchy?"

"No," He hisses, "It wasn't me-"

"Jaehyun!" Another voice interjects. You both snap your heads toward a younger gentleman, and he flushes. "What is it, Mark?" 

"Mingyu wants to talk to you." 

"Alright," Jaehyun sighs before looking at you. "Be careful, Y/N. We'll talk later." 

"We will," You tell him, and you steel your composure. 

"Now go." The man obeys as the music changes to a livelier beat - on cue, your guests gather to dance with a partner next to them. You watch with a slight smile gracing your lips as you take another swig of your glass before placing it atop a random countertop. 

You felt a presence beside you, and with careful eyes, you regard the stranger - a woman with tall stature and pale skin. She wore a black wrap-over top with a plunging neckline, allowing you to see her carved collarbones and pale skin, flared tuxedo pants, a buckle-thin belt, and leather zipped boots. Her hair is black and luscious, cascading down to her waist with her slender fingers securing the stem of her champagne glass. 

"You didn't wear the dress I sent for you." She tells you with a distinct accent - Slavic. 

You arch a brow; she sent you the dress? 

"And who might you be?" You are bemused, and the woman finally looks at you. 

Beautiful is an understatement. The woman standing beside you couldn't be older than thirty-three, small-shaped face, a v-shaped jaw, a sharp upturned nose, red lips, and abysmal, obsidian-hued eyes. Beautiful, but there's something amiss. 

A smile made its way to her lips as she timely placed her half-finished drink atop the tray of the waiter and gestured an open palm toward your direction. 

"How about I answer that with a dance?" 

A wry smile made its way to your lips. "What makes you think I'd want to dance with you?"

The latter smirks, "You'll regret it if you don't." You frown at her response. 

She turns to you, allowing you to see her perfect proportions. Her attire compliments her lean figure as she places a hand atop her right breast and bows. She lifts her head to look at you expectantly. "So what will it be?" She holds out her hand toward you. 

You narrow your gaze at her, "I'm in no position to refuse, am I?" 

The woman grins, "Da," 

Without another word, you take her hand, and she swiftly sweeps you off your feet as she leads the dance. Her left grasps your hips while the other intertwines with your right. Your left-hand hooks onto her broad shoulder. 

"Your photos don't do you justice, dorogoj," She tells you with a smile, "You look prettier in person." 

"Who are you?" 

The enigmatic stranger doesn't reply and gracefully spins you, pressing her front against your back, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as she traps you against her body. "Y/N Han, formerly known as a Hae, daughter of Hae Jinwon." 

"That information is given." You tell her as you turn around, returning to your first position. "Who. Are. You." 

Her lips curl upwards, "Do you know 'The Red Shoes,' written by Christian Andersen?"

"And what does that have to do with who you are?" You retorted, patience waning as she coaxed your body to turn. "Oh, pretty girl." She purred, "It has something to do with your relationship with me." 

Your brows furrow, "What do you mean?"

Instead of directly answering that question, she replies with a different narrative:

"The little girl wore her red shoes everywhere she went, even to a God-fearing church. Once you wear those shoes, your feet start dancing on their own. And you can never stop dancing or take off those shoes. But even so, the little girl never gave up on those shoes. In the end, the executioner had to cut off her feet." 

Her expression changes to a cold, harsh one as she continues: "But those two feet that got cut off continue to dance in those red shoes." 

A blood-curdling smile curls on the woman's lips as you stop dancing. Her hand snakes around your hips, flushing you against her while the other cups your cheek. You stood frozen still as you try to comprehend what she just said. 

"You see, dovol'no devushka," She sneers as she caresses your cheek. "You stole from my family - it was small at first, but I began to notice it." You ground your jaw as the atmosphere becomes heavy and foreboding. "I see that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." 

You sneer at her, and your hands finally move by digging your blunt nails against her shoulder - her pupils dilated with twisted excitement as you lean close, finally smelling her scent; top notes of mulberry and black peony followed by middle notes of jasmine and tuberose with hints of black musk and vetiver base notes. 

The scent suits her; sultry, dark, and alluring. 

"Karina Zakharov," You rasped, and she grins, "Pravil'no," 

Before you can react, she effortlessly manipulates your body to a dip, just as violins soar higher. Your nails shamelessly claw her attire, and the woman visibly lights up with twisted delight as the shadows mask her face. 

"Your obsession with finding me has come to fruition, Y/N." Karina husks as she lifts you back up, "You wanted my attention - fine." She leans close - and you let her. Her cold breath fans the left outer shell of your ear, and you muffle a gasp. 

"I shall share your fixation. I'll hold you captive beneath me while I take what you most treasure on this earth." 

She growls as she tightens her hold around you. 

Karina's other hand goes up to the back of your neck, reaching to your roots and purchasing a handful of your hair, and pulls it back. You muffle a groan as you glare at her while she looks down on you condescendingly with contempt. 

 "Oh," Her chest rumbles as she chuckles, "Don't look at me like that, moya ljubov. You brought this upon yourself." She leans close, lips almost touching yours as she speaks in full Russian:

"Ty pozhnaesh' to, chto seesh." Karina jeers, "You reap what you sow." 

And before you know it, you feel something pierce the side of your neck. You look at her, appalled as the dancers surround you and Zakharov's capomandamento. Your body feels heavy, and your eyelids heavier. You stagger in her grip, "What did you..." You trailed off as your speech slurs. You peer over her shoulder and spot Kazuha and Jaehyun marching toward you with alarmed expressions, your guards following behind them. 

Karina chuckles as she brushes a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“Your obsession is noble and beautiful, Y/N.”

“What did you do to me,” You stammer as you feel your grip on consciousness slipping. 

“And I’ve finally found my red shoes.” 

With that, your body shuts down. 

The sound of metal scraping the floor jerks you awake, your fight or flight response activates, and blood rushes all over your body - forcing you into consciousness. 

Pain follows second. 

A groan leaves your lips as your head throbs and your legs feel sore. Your arms were bound behind your back, clasped together by chains that rattle with every move. Flashes of last night's events replay in your memory like a broken record - your face burns at the memory. But rather than throwing a tantrum in your new-found cell, you held your breath before exhaling slowly and examining your surroundings. 

Your senses heightened. 

Cement walls surround you, four walls devoid of warmth. The lighting is poor, only consisting of a bulb hanging over your head. The atmosphere is damp and cold. You look down at your dress; no doubt it was wrinkled and tattered by the people who dragged you here. You move your head upwards and spot a CCTV camera focused on you. 

You hear a set of footfalls approaching from behind. Questions flooded your thoughts - how could you have missed that? This god-forsaken place is dark. You should have heard a sound - anything. 

"You're awake," Your skin prickles at the familiar accent. Your expression darkens as Karina approaches you from the shadows. Her features are poised and relaxed in contrast to yours. 

"How long have I been unconscious?" 

A wry smile graces her lips, "Seven hours - I was beginning to think I overdosed you, dorogoj."

You sit on the back of your legs and shamelessly run your eyes down her body. Unlike her attire last night: Karina's wearing a white, buttoned-dow shirt, black tapered pants, and loafers. 

"Eyes up here, velikolepnyy." She mused, "Otherwise people might get the wrong idea of our dynamic." 

A scoff leaves your lips. "I'm not interested." 

She lets out a dark chuckle as she stalks toward you, the glint in her eyes changing to a menacing gleam as she bends and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at her - the distance between your faces is only inches apart, and the atmosphere thickens. You held your breath at her proximity as her eyes trailed your features, from your eyes down to your lips. 

"I could tempt you," She rasps against your lips, and a wolfish grin creeps on her lips. "But I don't fraternize with thieves." 

You mirror her grin, although mockingly. "Oh?"

"$10,000,00.00 Y/N." She bemused, and her eyes shapen with contempt. "That's a large sum of our income." She tightens her grip on your jaw, but Karina doesn't dig her nails against your skin. 

"If that's the case, then I'm sorry." You jeer as you dig your nails against your palms. 

There's a pregnant pause, and silence permeates the air so heavily that you were tempted to break it, but she beats you to it.

"Don't be," Her tone changes, and those black, abysmal eyes swim with twisted mirth. "If anything - I'm impressed." The older woman lets go of your jaw and turns around. You use this opportunity to stretch your jaw and clamp it shut when she turns to you and folds her hands behind her back. 

"Does that mean you're letting me off the hook, Zakharov?"

She guffaws and grabs you by the collar, startling you as she bares her teeth. Your chains rattle at her sudden action. 

"Nyet," 

"I'm assuming that's a no," You hiss as she violently lets you go. "You're correct," She fixes her shirt. Before you can choose your words wisely, you blurt out:

"Are you going to kill me for it, then?"

She stares at you, her expression unreadable, before replying in a monotonous tone: "No, but my sister would." She inclines her head to the side, "But I am not Ilina." She leans down. "I am worse, Y/N." Karina chortles, "Why did you have to come back to this kind of life?" She steps back.

"You had your chance to live an ordinary life, dorogoj. You chose this, and now you deal with me." 

There's something in her eyes that unnerved you. 

"What are you going to do?" You inquired, but your voice sounded distant. 

She didn't answer and turned around, "Behave yourself, Y/N. My capo bastone will send you your food. Don't do anything stupid if you want your family to stay alive." 

Your face burned at her statement. "Don't you dare-"

"I've told you, pretty girl." She sneers, "You made your move, and I will make mine. You are in no position to threaten me."

Your blood boils as she continues: "Especially when you're the one who is in chains." 

Then she walks away from you. You dig your nails against your palms so hard you thought they'd bleed in an attempt to soothe your urge to bash someone's head in anger.

"Don't you dare touch them," You whisper as she leaves you in the dark. 

Winter Kim is Karina's capo bastone, the underboss. Short-haired, pale, and brunette - socially inept too, given that Winter's impervious to conversations, only saying yes, no, or I can neither confirm nor deny that. 

She's the one bringing you food and water for the past four days. 

But you refuse to eat what's being handed to you, even if they loosen your binds so you can eat better. That did nothing. You'd rather starve than be poisoned by your captor. 

One day, Winter and a couple of guards enter your holding cell. She stands in front of you while her guards release you from your binds. "What's going on?" You question as they grab you by the arms and force you to stand up, your legs wobbling from sitting and kneeling for the past few days. 

"Don't do anything stupid," She replies, "We're taking you to her." 

"That's probably the longest sentence I've heard from you." You jeer. The brunette ignores it and gestures a hand toward the shadows. "Take her out." 

They obeyed and escorted you outside. The brightness hurts your eyes, and your ears buzz with the sound of nature as they drag you out of your detainment. You look over your shoulder to see the structure of your 'dungeon,' it is a modest-sized house with no second floor.

A few paces later and they take you to an elaborate garden surrounded by gardeners trimming bushes and wiping statues. 

In the center seats a figure eating her food with gusto. Your eyes narrow, and you ball your hands to distract your hunger as the figure looks up. "Ah, there she is," Karina puts down her utensils, wipes her mouth with a napkin, and gestured a hand at a vacant seat across from her. "Be seated, Y/N." 

The men drag you to the seat, but you stop them with a glare. 

"I can do sit by myself - let me go." They look at her for permission, and she permits it with a nod. The guards let go of your arm. You can feel Winter's gaze following your movements as you sit across the older, raven-haired beauty. 

The latter gestures a hand towards your plate: "Reverse sear steak," She tells you as you look down at your food. You ground your jaw as your nose catches the whiff of the dish - your stomach growls. "I had my finest chef cook it for you." 

You look at her dead in the eye, "I'm not hungry," 

A scoff leaves her lips as the older woman crosses her arms. "That's a lie, dorogoj. You haven't eaten." 

Her statement elicits an arched brow from you, "Aw - you're worried." 

Karina's lips curl upwards, "I don't have any use of you if you're dead, Y/N." Her gaze sharpens, "Eat," 

"And how do I know the meals you have been sending me aren't poisoned?" You countered. She blinks at you, bemused. "Poison is a coward's weapon, Y/N." 

You incline your head to the side, "I need a guarantee, Zakharov, not assurance." The latter hums and uses her fork, wipe it with a napkin, stabs one of your steak cuts, and brings it to her mouth. Her eyes never left yours as she caught the meat between her teeth and ate it.

"See?" She spreads her arms, "Now will you eat?"

Without saying a word, you take your utensils and eat under her watchful eye. "A meal like this instigates negotiation." You put down your fork, "What do you want, Zakharov?"

Karina chuckles, "You're quick. I like that." 

A wry smile decorates your lips, "We don't become heads of our families' business for nothing." 

"I agree," She knots her fingers together. "Leave us," 

The gardeners and her guards obey, except Winter. Karina looks over your shoulder. You assume that's where Winter is - behind you. 

"That includes you, Winter Kim." 

You didn't look back, but you heard receding footfalls. "Now that we're alone. I need you to act civil with me." 

You cock your brow upwards, "What makes you think I'm interested in being civil with you?"

A chuckle reverberates from her chest, and her hawk-like eyes study your face before speaking: "Because your stunt in stealing my fortune and assets earned us both enemies." 

You frowned, "We earn new enemies every day, Karina. What's new about that?" A vicious smile graces her lips as if she knew a terrible secret. Your skin prickles and your gut churns uncomfortably as she drops her voice an octave lower. 

"I heard that your grandfather is withdrawing his support after I abducted you, dorogoj. And he's cutting ties with you and stole almost all of your assets-"

"That's ridiculous-"

"Oh," She scoffs, "It's true, and I have the evidence to prove it, Y/N." On cue, she takes out a ledger and opens it. "These are your grandfather's offshore accounts. See the amount? It doubled." 

"Impossible," You clench your hands into fists, "My grandfather would never-"

"But he did," She jeers and shuts the ledger close. "And now, he's leaving you with me. Truth be told he is smart for a man going senile, taking your assets assuming that I've killed you, and leaving the Han clan out in the open for everyone to target."

You scowl at her, "My men-"

"Has already defected, dorogoj." She finishes for you, "Even your consigliere and your money man - Jaehyun, was it?"

Your chest heaved as you try to calm your nerves, "Where did it all go wrong? You might ask?" She grins dubiously, "It all started when you planned that event, Y/N." Karina guffaws, "I'm appalled that your grandfather would sell you out. He must've thought that he'd lose like last time." 

She returns her focus to your shaking figure, eyes wide and lips formed to a thin line, dark and unreadable. 

"Now, don't be sad. Y/N." She cooes, "You have me."

You didn't reply, and her phone rang. The latter takes it while never taking her eyes off you. You sit there and blocked out your surroundings as you feel the heavy weight of your actions taking a toll on your focus as Karina ends the call. 

"You know," She sighs and puts her phone on top of the table. "You should count yourself lucky that I've decided to kidnap you. Your warehouses were ransacked by your old enemies-"

"Shut up," You tell her with a shaky breath, "Shut up." 

Her face shifts to a faux show of sympathy and concern. "I'm merely telling the truth, Y/N."

"What do you want from me?"

Karina plays with her steak knife. "Your cooperation." 

"And if I don't want to cooperate?"

"Oh darling," She purrs, "You are in no position to refuse - this concerns you, after all." Your tongue pokes your inner left cheek, "Give me time to-"

"No," The older woman cuts you off, "It's either you agree or rot while I clean our fifth." There's a dangerous edge to her voice. You give her a dirty look while she shoots you with a challenging glare. "So, what will it be, dorogoj?"

"Fine," You say through gritted teeth. 

Karina purrs in satisfaction. "Clever girl, you got promoted from prisoner - to my guest. You will have one of my guestrooms. The rules still apply: do anything stupid, and I will deal with you. Do you understand this, Y/N?" 

You felt like a child underneath her gaze, your eyes burned with silent wrath as you answer with a curt:

"Yes," 

"Yes - what, pretty girl?"

"Yes," You hiss, "Karina Zakharov." 

"Very good," On cue Karina's guards and Winter return to the garden. She stands up. You follow her example, unblinking as her guards seize you by the arms. You recoil at their touch as if they burned you. 

"Be gentle," She instructs them, "She is now my guest." 

They acknowledge her command with a bow before carrying on with what they are bid to do. 

"I'll cooperate," You tell her, "Under one condition, a simple condition." 

Karina clicks her tongue, "Let's hear it, then." 

"That you'll protect my mother." The latter pauses, "Very well, your mother will be under my care." She turns to look at the short-haired brunette. "Winter, escort her to her new room. The rest of you, return to your stations." 

You allow the second in command to lead you to your new room. 

Karina's manor is of neoclassical design. Neat and spacious. You follow Winter through the labyrinthine halls until she stops before an intricately carved white double door with guards standing on both sides. 

"This will be your room," She tells you blankly while one of the guards opens the door to reveal a spacious, clean room. "If you need anything, just call for the guards." 

Without saying anything, you enter the room and study your surroundings. The door closes behind you - the room contains your typical setting for a bedroom. But still, you inspect the place making sure that there are no hidden cameras. 

There was none. 

You sink into your knees and let out a shaky breath to calm your nerves. Your body feels numb and lightweight as you try to think clearly, but your mind is riddled - racing with thoughts more than your brain can take. 

And you pass out.

For the next 72 hours, you observed the guards standing on the opposite side of your room. 

They change shifts, and the time lag is five minutes due to the long halls of Karina's manor. 

Darkness has befallen, the white halls dimmed to the color of the wall lamps, and your guards just left their posts. 

Five minutes

Your head peeked through your doors, eyeing both halls before slipping out, careful to avoid Karina's men. Your heart hammers against your ribs, and you can feel your pulse pounding against your head as you maneuver silently. 

While sneaking out, your eyes caught a huge family portrait hanging near the marble staircase. 

It's also been taken recently due to you spotting a familiar face. Karina was seated next to her older sister. The youngest Zakharov wore a black, sleeveless high-neck dress. Her hair was styled to a fishtail bun with her bangs resting on the sides of her face, while Ilina wore a black cut-out midi dress, and her hair was styled to a half ponytail.

You move your gaze to the parents you hailed them. 

Karina took her mother's features, while Ilina had their father's. But both sisters exude power and grace, a beautiful, powerful family. 

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Her voice cuts through the silence, and you swiftly turn to her with wide eyes. 

There she stood from behind. Karina Zakharov is wearing a black buttoned-down shirt, straight-cut jeans, and sandals. Her hair was let down. 

"It's a decent photo," You stiffly tell her, "No," She scoffs, "Don't I look great in that photo?"

You roll your eyes in reply while she chuckles and stands beside you. Your posture bristles and stiffens as she folds her hands behind her back. 

"It was the last photo we've taken before one of her men shot her." She tells you, "I'm sure you're relieved to hear that, am I right, dorogoj?" 

The air suddenly becomes heavy and stifling as you feel her move her line of sight toward your unwilling figure. You avert your gaze elsewhere. You don't know how to respond to that. You held your breath as you try to think of a reply but you blurt out:

"My condolences," You say to her monotonously.

She tears away her gaze from you, looks at the picture, and hums a tune that holds no consequence. "I don't need your condolences; she died a long time ago." 

Silence hangs between you before she speaks again, "And relax, Y/N." You shift your gaze to her with furrowed brows. "You're free to roam my halls so long as you stay out of our private rooms." A smirk coils on her lips, "And don't do-"

"Anything stupid," You finish for her through gritted teeth, "If that's the case, may I go to the garden?"

The older woman regards you for a moment before nodding. "I'll take you there." 

You arched a brow. Karina catches on. "As you can see, Y/N, I'm the only one present in this room - and if I call my men or Winter I'd have to waste my breath and call for them." She pauses, "I think it's perfect that I'll take you there just in case you decide to run away." Her smirk returns, "But if you did, I'll be the one to capture you - I like to give chase." 

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips, "Shut up and take me to the garden." 

She guffaws, "Follow me, dorogoj." 

What's with the Russian words? You didn't ask her and followed the raven-haired capo. "By the way," She adds, "My clothes look good on you." 

Your eyes subtly widen as you look down at your borrowed clothing. "Your clothes?!" That came out as a squeak. The older woman shoots you a wolfish grin before leading the way. 

"It's either that or you walk around my property naked, pretty girl." She teases, and you hold every fiber of your body not to hit her head. "No wonder why they felt big on me." You cringe as your footsteps echo through the dimly lit halls. It didn't take a minute for you to spot a familiar short-haired girl coming toward the two of you. 

"Winter," Karina acknowledges while the younger woman bows her head, "We received Giselle's report on the import at Port Elizabeth, New York."

Giselle? As in Uchinaga Giselle? The New York mobster?

"Very well, did you send a copy to my consigliere?"

The shorter woman nods, "Yeji has it. She's heading on her way as we speak." There's a pause. You feel out of place in their conversation and avert your gaze elsewhere. "If that's the case, then you'll entertain our guest here." You snap your head to the two. Winter pursed her lips before bowing her head, "Of course. Where shall I take her?"

"To my garden," She answers before looking at you with a small, distant smile. "Be a good girl, and don't give Winter a hard time, yeah?"

Without saying another word, Karina turns to the opposite hallway while Winter leads the way to the garden. You follow the brunette, but you look over your shoulder, your eyes locked on the disappearing figure of Karina. True to her word, Winter took you to the garden. You sigh as you revel in the cold breeze lightly nipping your skin and the ivory glow of the moon. A refreshing sight from the usual four walls of your room. 

A wry smile creeps on your lips at the realization. Despite being moved to a much more hospitable accommodation-

"A golden prison is still a prison." You tell yourself while Winter stands behind you. Her sharp gaze never leaves your figure as you bask in the beautiful glow of the moonlight. 

Meters away from the second floor of the manor, there stood Karina on her balcony with her slender, well-manicured fingers holding the stem of her wine glass. Despite Yeji discussing the keys of Giselle's report, Karina's eyes were glued to your figure, before disappearing inside her study. 

"Y/N," Winter regards as you get out of your room. 

"What are you doing here?" You inquire the younger woman unkindly as you walk past her. The younger woman follows you, "And why are you following me around?"

"Haven't you heard?" You feel Winter's gaze move to your striding figure. "Miss Zakharov has assigned me as your guard." You stop in your tracks to look at her, "She assigned you to be my what?"

"Your guard," She tells you. 

You open your mouth but you shut it close and continue to walk. "Where are you going this time, Miss Han? To the gardens again?"

Turns out, you are being held captive in Italy. The northern Italian province of Lombardy is home to Milan and other fashion hubs.

"Where else?" You grumble, "But I'm getting tired of it. Can't a prisoner have something to entertain herself?"

Winter balks, "You're no prisoner." 

"A golden cage is still a cage, Winter." You bemused. This is the first time the short-haired brunette initiated a conversation with you. 

"Do books interest you?" You scoff at her, "What? I can't use the TV?"

"We don't have that," She tells you honestly, and you gawk at her. "What kind of founding family has all the money and resources in the world but has no TV?"

The latter coughs, "Karina is too busy with her work to watch." 

"You make it sound as though I am a lazy capo." You snark before the realization dawns on you. You're not a capo anymore. "Anyways," You quickly regain your composure, "She has a library?"

"Yes, follow me." Without waiting, she turns around, leaving you to follow her.

After minutes of wandering through the halls, she stops before two tall doors and gestures a hand. "Inside, Miss Han." 

You regard her for a moment before pushing the door open. Karina Zakharov's library is spacious and shelves rich with books. How could she possess such a magnitude of books? 

As if sensing your question, Winter speaks up: "This library was the congressman of Italy's gift for her." 

"I see," You mutter as you brush the pads of your fingers against the spines of the books. Winter watches you closely as you turn to the bookshelf and grab two books, one of Slavic folktale and the other a Russian-to-English dictionary.

Winter regards your choice of books, "I'll be outside if you need anything." 

You didn't answer and instead take a seat on the nearest couch before burying your head in between the pages, getting lost in a paradise of words to pass the time. You hear the door close. 

"You didn't eat the fruits I sent you." An amused voice cuts through the silence, forcing you to tear your eyes from the page and then look up at the owner of the voice.

Karina stood a few meters away from your seated figure with her arms crossed against her chest. Her tall figure leans against one of the bookshelves as her eyes watch you. 

Your eyes fall to a tray of cut fruits beside you. One of her men, or Winter must've placed it beside you, you just didn't notice.

"Ah," Is all you can say while the older woman chuckles and strides toward you, and gracefully picks up an apple. You watch her with intent, she holds your gaze as she takes a bite, and hunger suddenly pangs against your stomach, but your lips traverse to her lips as she licks them clean. You clear your throat softly and avert your gaze, you didn't see the smirk playing on her lips. 

"What are you doing, Zakharov?"

"Just showing you that it's not poisoned, dorogoj." 

Your face flushes at the pet name. You bared your teeth as you snap your gaze toward her. "You do realize that you've been calling me 'darling', right?"

Karina laughs, and your gut churns. "Ah, old habits." 

"You call your prisoners that?"

A teasing smile plays on her lips, and you want to smack it out of her. "No, just you." Your cheeks change to a shade of light pink, and you once again look away from the half-Russian capo. 

She moves her line of sight to your books, "I see that you've taken an interest in my language and culture. That's adorable." 

"Shut up," You snap at her, "I'm reading." 

The latter curls her lips upward, "That one's boring, dovol'no devushka." There she is again. The capo of the Zakharov family takes a book near her and approaches you and hands you the book. "Read this instead." 

You give her a sideward glance. "What I read is hardly any of your business, Zakharov." She scoffs at your snark, "Just read this, printsessa." 

"Don't you have your responsibilities to take care of?" You retort, and Karina rolls her eyes. Her Slavic tongue dominates her English accent. "I have my consigliere stepping in. I gave instructions - they will execute." She waves the book at you, "Now read." 

"Fine," You huff as put the book down and snatch the book from her hand. "What is it about, anyway?"

"Why don't you read and find out, dorogoj?"

You scowl at her before opening the first page. "And by the way," You sigh and look at the older woman. "What?"

"The Uchinagas are hosting an event." 

"Okay, and?"

"Your grandfather will be there," Your eyes sharpened as she continues, "And so will your father and older brother." 

You thread your words carefully. "And what does this have to do with me?" 

A sly smirk graces her plump lips, "This is your opportunity to get even." A pause, "You're coming with me to New York as my plus one." 

Your brow raises, "Is that your way of asking me on a date?"

The raven-haired beauty chuckles, "No, I'm not asking you, Y/N. I'm taking you." You gawk at her as she walks away. "Our flight's in three days. Prepare your valuables." You scoff. You don't have any as you scheme through the pages while Karina peers over her shoulder and exits the room. 

While browsing the pages, your eyes stumble at a sketch. It was a side view of a woman, no older than twenty-five holding a flute champagne, the dress looks familiar, as if you wore it during-

Your eyes subtly widen as you study the details of the sketch - it was you. The night before you were captured. 

"What the," You mutter as you snap your head towards the direction where Karina left with your hand gripping the sketch tightly with thoughts racing in your head, and one stands out:

Why would she sketch you?

For the next four days, you observed Karina Zakharov - especially when she interacts with you. 

Whenever you throw a jab or a snark at her, she smirks and continues the conversation as if you didn't irritate her. It made the acids in your stomach boil. 

You tested her patience, and she merely chuckled or smirked. She'd walk beside you with a small smile creeping on her lips as if she didn't abduct you. It irked you. Because why would she have time to check on you when Winter or one of her guards can do that?

You are merely a capo left with nothing - if it was any capo, they won't even give you a second glance, but why does she-

Why would she give her time to go to you? 

Why

Why 

Why?

You have nothing to offer, you have nothing left in your name - you are her prisoner. You were just given the privilege of roaming free and reading whatever's in her library. 

What is she getting at? What was she trying to accomplish?

What does she want from you?

"Ah, and who is this fine woman you're with, Karina?" You broke from your reverie as a smooth baritone voice fills your ears. You turn to the gentleman wearing a black suit. His hair is styled to a perm. He's handsome, almond-shaped eyes, light brown-hued eyes, an upturned hose, and slightly thin lips. Classical music plays faintly in the speakers, accompanied by the clinking of champagne glasses as the underworld's elite gather to attend the Uchinagas' event - it's to celebrate a successful partnership with the Sicilians. 

"Taehyung," Karina regards the gentleman as her hands land on the small area of your back. You held a gasp. Despite the fabric acting as a barrier between your skin and her fingertips, you can feel her cold touch - and it sends shivers throughout your body. "This is my date, Y/N Han." 

"Han?" He muses as he looks at you while you regard him with a bow. "My, you're gorgeous!" You reply with a chuckle as Karina looks at you with a well-practiced smile, "Says you, Mr. Kim. You look dashing." 

The man shifts his weight to his other foot. "An interesting pair, you two. Have you come to good terms?"

Karina responds this time, "Yes, we've decided that a pointless grudge is a waste of energy and time." You cocked a brow as she continues: "So we've agreed to a truce." 

Taehyung hums, "I'll drink to that, have a nice night." 

Once he's out of earshot you turn to look at the older woman who hasn't removed her hand from your back but you chose to ignore it. 

"Was that a personal attack?" 

She snorts, "A - what?"

"Nevermind," You roll your eyes at her as you look around to spot the thieving trio that stole from you. You can feel Karina's gaze and decide to tease her: "Take a photo, it might last longer." 

She scoffs, "Why would I do that when I can draw you with perfect accuracy?"

You glance at her, face unreadable. "Yes, no doubt." 

She cocked a brow, "Oh - I don't like that tone." 

You hid a smirk and grasped her arm, "Let's divide and conquer -or you know what? Leave me to my devices. I'll hunt those three down."

"Alone?" She muses, "I doubt it." 

"You wound me, Zakharov." You mocked, "How could you doubt my skills with a knife?" Where's the lie? There's a knife strapped to your thigh - concealed by the dress Karina bought for you, and it is easily accessible via the long slit of your dress. 

Her face was unreadable, but you could see the turmoil in her eyes. It made your eye twitch with irritation. 

Don't look at me that way. I am capable just as you are. 

"Very well," She concedes, "Winter is around to help you if you can't do it." 

You scowl at her. Since when did she care? 

"Alright," You answer harshly, "Do enjoy the party." 

Without waiting for a reply, you walk away from her. 

You weave through the crowd like black smoke, your eyes sharp and senses heightened as the event continues. And just when you thought you'd never seen another familiar face, Kazuha shows up. Your eyes widen as you come face to face with the former consigliere of the Han Clan. Kazuha mirrors your shock and her hand covers her mouth. 

"Zuha?" You squeak, "Y/N," The younger woman gasps as she grasps both your arms, "How did you-" She sputters, "Oh my god, Y/N I am so sorry, enemies flanked us left and right we had to escape, I'm sorry-"

"Kazuha," You tell her gently, "I understand. You don't have to apologize." 

"But-"

"It's fine," You sternly reassured her. "You're better off alive than trying to defend what was left of our business." A bittersweet smile graces your lips, "You look gorgeous tonight. Did you get a new job as someone else's consigliere?"

"Yes," She answers shakily, "As Giselle's consigliere. How did you escape her? Karina - I mean." Before you can explain, you see Kazuha's eyes visibly sharpening, and her resplendent countenance twists to a scowl. 

"Karina," She growls as a figure approaches you from behind. Your skin tingles at the familiar touch; the older woman's hand drapes around your waist as she regards Kazuha with a polite smile. "Miss Nakamura," She greets, "A pleasure to meet you tonight." 

She eyes her hand around your waist, "I wish I could say the same, Miss Zakharov." Karina's lips curl upward as your former consigliere continues: 

"What is she doing being this close to you, Y/N?"

"Relax," Karina jeers, "She's with me as my date."

The younger woman's eyes slightly widen as she looks at you, "Is this true?"

Karina cuts you off, "Yes, it's true - even if you wring it out of Y/N, she'll agree with me." Kazuha glares at her while Karina's beautiful features twist to a challenging look while her hand pulls you closer to her. Your gut churns and goosebumps arise - her touch has you in a trance, tantalizing and blissful. 

"Easy ladies," You hissed as you quickly removed Karina's hand from your waist. She looks at you, aghast, but says nothing. "I'll explain everything if we meet again, but for now, I need to find my grandfather and his son and grandson." 

"I saw your grandfather in one of the private booths on the second floor." 

Excitement drums in your veins, and you thank the consigliere before she begrudgingly leaves you and the youngest Zakharov. You move away from Karina, eyes set on your goal now that Kazuha informed you about your grandfather's whereabouts as you make your way to the marble stairs, your hand is itching to grasp the dagger while weaving through the guests, no longer caring if your brushing or bumping past them. 

"Now," You grumble as your eyes study the closed rooms. "Where are you?"

"I don't think charging there with a dagger is intelligent, Y/N." Your face contorts to a scowl at the familiar voice. You snap your head toward her, "This does not concern you, Zakharov." You snark at her with toxicity lacing your voice. "This is between me and my grandfather. Stay out of it." Her face remains calm, and it irked you - so you turn away from her, only for Karina to seize you by the wrist and pull you towards her. Karina Zakharov's face was only inches from yours as her cold breath fanned against your dainty countenance. 

"And I'm telling you, Y/N, it's dangerous for you to go there alone." 

You bared your teeth at her, "Why do you care?"

She doesn't answer, and your patience thinned. "Let. Me. Go, Zakharov." 

The latter ignores this and tightens her grip around your wrist, keeping you in place. You curse at her and snap your head towards the private booths, one opens, revealing a familiar figure that scorned you. Your other hand twitches, you can throw the knife from here. It is thin after all. He's open, and so is your window of opportunity before he surrounds himself with potential collateral damage. 

"Karina," You warned without looking back at her, "Let me go." 

"What's the use of killing him now," The raven-haired beauty coaxes. "When you can let him live to suffer for it, Y/N?"

You grit your teeth. Those words are familiar to you. "I don't fucking care," You hissed. 

"Let me go, Karina Zakharov." You turn to her almost pleadingly, and Karina's face glows with resolve. 

"No, Y/N." She tells you, her voice a whisper. "I won't." 

And your window of opportunity closes. 

You've lost your chance, and you look at your grandfather helplessly, but it quickly dissipates as wrath seeps into your body faster than poison. And without thinking, you swiftly turn to the woman and harshly remove your wrist from her pale hand and use the side of your arm to press it against her throat, startling her, but you don't allow her to think as you quickly push her inside a vacant lounging room and shut it by swiftly pushing the older woman against the door and grab your knife, pressing it against her throat. 

Karina's eyes widen with macabre delight and doesn't make a move. Those black abysmal eyes of hers gleam with curiosity...and something else that you couldn't decipher. 

No, that isn't the reaction you want from her. She was supposed to look threatened, not curious. She is supposed to beg for you to keep the knife away from her face - to beg for her life. 

But she doesn't, and it makes your blood boil and your gut twinges uncomfortably. You ground your jaw so hard you thought your teeth would break. 

"I hate you," You spat at her while your eyes burned, "I hate you so fucking much." 

A cruel, soft smile graces her lips as she reaches out a hand and wipes-

Your tears?

You gape at her, surprised at the tender gesture as she cups your face. Her skin feels warm against your tear-stained cheek. 

"I hate you," You tell her again but this time, your voice sounds distant and meek. 

Distracted, the older woman hastily, but retains her grace as she pins you against the door and disarms the knife from your hands, and pins your wrist on both sides as she flushes her body against yours. 

You let out a shaky breath while Karina's eyes are glazed and hooded, her breath ragged as she leans her face closer to yours. Her scent invades your sense of smell, intoxicating you. She leans close to the outer shell of your right ear. Karina drops her voice an octave lower. 

"Say it to me again," Her Russian accent is hot and rough against the skin of your face. 

"What?" You breathe against her as you try to pry her hands off your wrist but to no avail. 

"That you hate me, dorogoj." Her voice hoarse, "Say it to me again, moya ljubov'."

"I hate you," You say, but the words come out like a caress. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what you feel. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you-"

And she cuts you off with a searing kiss, catching you off guard. The older woman tilts her head to deepen it, and it didn't take a while for you to respond by matching her fervor that her lipstick smudges against yours. 

She pulls away with a batted breath. Her eyes are dark and ravaging as her grip on your wrist loosens, and you shake it away from her grasp, only to grab her by the lapels of her suit and pull her for another one. She kisses you harder. 

Karina's right-hand grasps you by the back of your head while the other rests against the small area of your back, her nails dig against your skin, eliciting a gasp from you, and she uses her opportunity by slipping her tongue, swallowing you whole before pulling away. 

"I hate you," You breathe into her mouth, your thoughts are muddled by nothing but her. Her scent, her abysmal eyes, her beautiful black hair, her devastatingly gorgeous face - all of her. 

"I hate you so much that I can't think of anything else but you." 

Karina chuckles and softly pecks the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as her hands caress your body. 

"If that's the case," She rasps against your skin, and you softly gasp as she squeezes your hips. 

"Then give me one night to convince you otherwise, my love." 

Fin.

[kayharrisons]

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick, wanna take a ride on your- [Bjorn x fem!reader x Kay] [NSFW, 18+]

You're the manager of the up and coming band Corbelan. Only you wish you weren't when you catch your lead singer and drummer fucking.

A/N: i can't lie guys I'm coming out as a Kay x Bjorn shipper 🧍‍♀️I'm highkey obsessed with them so have this random au where the Romulus crew are a band and you catch Kay and Bjorn fucking! Title is from Love Game by Lady Gaga!

Not SUPER important but here's everyone's roles in the band ehehe:

Kay: lead vocals

Rain: keyboard

Bjorn: drums, male vocals

Navarro and Tyler: guitar, backing vocals

Warnings: cousin incest, manager x bandmembers, threesome, sex, face sitting, p in v penetration, fingering, jacking off Bjorn, lil bit of name calling, Bjorn being a smug little shit, catching people in the act, so very unprofessional oh my god there's so many employment boundaries being broken here, Kay and Bjorn are freaky and I rate them for it, idk if the positions will make sense but fuck it we BALL

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" you ask, phone gripped tightly between your fingers, eye twitching as Bjorn stuffs himself back into his jeans, as Kay frantically pulls back up her underwear and her overalls.

"Hey, look-" Kay begins, eyes so impossibly wide. "-it's not what- it's not what it looks like-"

"Actually," Bjorn damn near purrs, slinging an arm around Kay's shoulders and leaning over her, smirking at the fury on your face. "S'actly what it looks like."

"You're- you two are cousins-"

"Not actually related-" Kay defends, voice nothing but a squeak, a shuddery exhale escaping her as Bjorn presses a kiss to her throat.

"Wouldn't stop us even if we were, would it love?" he grins, nipping at her throat before straightening up.

"You're supposed to go on in five fucking minutes-"

"Relax," Bjorn holds up his hands, leaning against the back of the couch, slouched over as he lights up a cigarette. "Didn't fuck her long enough to make her lose her voice."

"Bjorn!" Kay chides, cheeks pink. "...my voice will be fine."

Your eye twitches at the sight of them. Kay wringing her hands anxiously in front of her, Bjorn staring at you and taking drags of his cigarette. Your lead singer and drummer, ladies and gentlemen, just got caught screwing like horny fucking rabbits. You'd literally watched Bjorn's dick pound in and out of Kay's soaked cunt, watched her nails claw at the back of his t-shirt, watched him desperately grope at her chest.

And they're fucking cousins. Technically. Literally. Fucking hell.

"Kay, go." you damn near bark. She nods, sharing one last look with Bjorn, who strokes a hand through her hair and nods back at her. He is completely shameless in the way he stares after her ass as she does.

Jesus fucking christ.

You should've been a librarian or something. Something nice, wholesome, where you don't have to deal with this shit.

"What would you have done if it'd been Tyler who'd walked in?"

"Well," Bjorn hums, taking a thoughtful drag of his cigarette, before pointing his fingers to the wall. "Be a me sized hole in it right 'bout now. And besides, he fuckin' knocks, unlike some people."

"Don't take that goddamn tone with me, Bjorn," you snipe back, all sickly sweet. "I'm not the one fucking my cousin."

"Shame. Bet you'd look gorgeous all fucked out after a tryst."

Your eye twitches again. He smirks wider. The smoke curling from his cigarette and into his face truly makes him look like a fucking demon.

Ugh, like one of those hot ones that would be on like... Supernatural or whatever.

"Finish that," you snap, gesturing to his cigarette. "And get on stage. I'll talk to you both after about..."

"Right, sure," he hums, legs crossed at the ankles. "Me and Kay, you're mad. Yeah, yeah."

"Bjorn-"

"Jealous, love?" he smirks, cocking his head. "Wish it were you getting bent over and fucked? My cock in that tight cunt of yours?"

You flush, stammering, because what? This is all sorts of levels of unprofessional and-

Bjorn's smirk deepens, his eyes darkening. "Or do you wish you were me? Picture yourself fucking my cousin's pretty cunt, do ya? Imagining your mouth on it? Fingers? Don't leave out any details, darlin'-"

"Out!" you bark, heart hammering in your chest.

Bjorn holds up his hands, stubbing out his cigarette before sidling past you and out into the hall, following the directions towards the stage.

Two minutes later, you hear the guitar riff of the opening song start up, just as you sink into the couch, your head buried in your hands and a curious throbbing between your legs.

Maybe Bjorn hadn't been too far off after all.

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

The pair stare at you sitting across from them. The rest of the band had vacated the building, returning to the hotel for a night of well earned rest.

These two, however, had hung back per your request.

Kay's knee bounces anxiously, only stilled by Bjorn's hand gently coming to rest atop it, giving it a comforting squeeze. You watch them, feeling as though you're outside of your body in that moment, as they seem to know and anticipate the other's movements befor they make them.

Bjorn has always kept Kay steady. You'd picked up on it, encouraged it, even. He kept her calm, be it a hand on her shoulder or one of his distracting and outlandish stories. It was hard to miss, the way her shoulders seemed to relax around him, how her face fell into nothing but fond warmth. He was always the first to jump to her defence, to tell tabloids and reporters to suck his dick and fuck off when they quizzed him on Kay's supposed "loose" love life. The others did too, of course, but Bjorn had always held a special kind of vitriol in his eyes when doing so, an odd tenseness to his form.

And Kay? Well, she'd always kept his temper in check, placating him with mere looks or a gentle touch to his arm. Similarly, Kay was always first to his defence, albeit less aggressively than Bjorn was for her, but her soft words and furrowed brow sometimes felt like more of a hard hit than Bjorn's hot headed impulsiveness.

Little things that you'd thought nothing of, at the time. But now, knowing what you know...

"Does anyone else know?" you ask, arms crossed, brow furrowed.

"No," Kay says, quietly, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "It's... hard to explain our relationship, I'm sure you understand that-"

"Cousins." you retort, and her face darkens in colour. Bjorn's, however, darkens like that of an incoming thunder storm.

"Not actually fuckin' related to her, as we said earlier." he snips back, only relaxing when Kay strokes a hand up and down his spine. "Look, we love each other, we share no genes, what's the big fuckin' deal? It's a bit, y'know, odd, we know that-"

"Had a lot of crisises about it!" Kay adds, and Bjorn grunts his acknowledgement.

"-but it's not like we're doin' anythin' wrong!"

"You think that media outlets are gonna see it that way?" you ask, sighing. "Or even Tyler-"

"I've got him handled!" Kay insists, and even Bjorn arches a brow at that. "Promise. I know how to handle him."

You huff heavily through your nose. "I'm not happy about any of this, hope you both know that."

"Don't give a fuck, love," Bjorn informs you, cheerfully. "If we're bein' frank, I still think you're jealous-"

"That-" you stammer, cheeks burning. Kay raises her brows, cocking her head in thought as she looks at you. Her stare is just as piercing as her cousin's own. "-is completely unprofessional and crossing a line and I'd care for you to not-"

"Are you?" Kay asks, oh so sweetly, as she leans forward a little in her seat. Bjorn's hand idly strokes up and down her leg, his eyes locked on you.

"S'like I told ya, love," he murmurs in her ear, nose nudging her temple as his gaze burns into yours. "She doesn't know who to be jealous of."

Kay hums, body instinctively melting into his. She turns her head, nudging her nose against his, her warm eyes searching his face, drawing his eyes back to hers. His free hand reaches up, cuppping her cheek with a tenderness you've never known him to have.

Your stomach clenches a little at the sight. Your eyes dart between them both.

You have no idea who to look at.

Kay smiles warmly, lips not quite yet meeting Bjorn's. "I think it's both, baby," she hums, glancing over to you, warm smile turning into something sharper, almost feline. "Look at her, trying to figure it out."

Bjorn chuckles softly as he looks to you, brushing his lips against Kay's temple, his icy blue eyes feel more like molten heat than anything cold in that moment.

"Wanna give her a show, then?" he asks, his hand sliding up her thigh, oh so gently trailing along her inner thigh before cupping her cunt through her overalls. Kay whimpers softly, grinding her crotch down into his hand. "S'a good girl," he encourages, pecking her forehead, before his hand roves up her stomach, skimming over her breasts before unhooking the straps of her overalls. "Off." he taps her still clothed stomach, and she grins at him, one he matches with equal intensity.

Has... Bjorn ever looked so happy in all this time you've been managing the band?

Wait.

Why the fuck is that your concern?

Kay is literally standing before you, sliding her overalls off, along with kicking off her shoes. She's left in her cropped tee and panties, and your stomach flutters at the sight. The throbbing between your legs pulses.

"You like?" she asks, twirling one of her curls around her finger. Bjorn inclines his head at you, brows raised in challenge. "We can always stop-"

"I don't think she could if she even wanted to," he damn near sing songs, rising to his feet and moving behind her. He loops his arms around her waist, leaning his chin against her shoulder. "Look at her, squirmin' in her fuckin' seat. Wouldn't be surprised if she's ruined the fuckin' upholstery with how soaked her cunt is."

"Bjorn," Kay chides, tilting her head back to meet his eyes. "Don't be crude." he rolls his eyes, but is sufficiently chided. Until, that is, Kay looks at you with her dark eyes, something hungry in them that you've never seen on her usually oh so sweet face. "Unless you're into that?" she asks you, and Bjorn perks up again. "I know I am. But I know it's not for everybody. Just because I like it when he calls me a dirty little slut doesn't mean you will, y'know?"

Jesus fucking christ.

"I..."

You've always been career driven, always pushed to be the best, to be worth the money, hell, to find the people who make the money. And this? It crosses so many boundaries, would tar your reputation if it ever got out, could ruin your personal relationships...

And yet.

Yet, as you watch Bjorn's fingers trail down Kay's stomach, as you watch him slip them beneath the lace of her underwear, as you watch his fingers circle her clit a few times before disappearing into her cunt, as you watch Kay's eyes roll back and her mouth part...

You find yourself unable to care.

You launch yourself at them, slamming your lips against Kay's, to which she squeaks into your mouth with surprise. You cup her face with one hand, fingers moving back to tangle in her hair. Your other hand moves back, grips tightly onto Bjorn's t-shirt, before sliding down to his belt buckle, fumbling with the metal a moment before undoing it, fingers quickly making short work of his zipper before reaching inside and-

"No boxers?" you query, pulling away from Kay's soft lips to squint at him. She whines a little at the loss, and you soothingly run your thumb over her cheek. "Jesus, you really are a whore, huh, Bjorn?"

"Shut up-" he breaks off into a whimper as you wrap your hand around his cock, pumping your hand up once, twice-

"He really is," Kay hums, leaning back against him, head against his shoulder. "All you gotta do is give him a look and he'll cream his fucking pants like he's a damn virgin. It's super flattering, actually."

Bjorn groans, burying his face in Kay's curls as you work your hand steadily up and down his rock hard dick. "This was a mistake, gettin' you two together in the same room like this-" he mutters, and Kay reaches back, tangling a hand in his hair and lightly tugging on the locks.

"You sure about that, baby?" she purrs, meeting your eyes with a smirk. "You don't want me to tell our manager about all the times you've come outta meetings with her so bricked up you had to fuck your cousin? Or when we'd tell each other about what we'd let her do to us?"

Your cunt pulses again, tongue darting out to moisten your lips. "What would you let me do?" You ask Kay, as Bjorn is too busy whining and whimpering into Kay's hair, his hips bucking with every pump of your fist.

Kay smiles, free hand reaching out, ghosting over your breasts before trailing up your neck and oh so gently cupping your cheek. "Everything," she breathes, leaning her forehead against yours. "But our favourite is- is you letting me sit on your face while Bjorn fucks you."

You whimper at the thought, cunt gushing the second the words leave her lips.

Kay giggles softly, resting her hands on your waist, before sliding them up and over your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Her fingers make short work of your blouse buttons, soon sliding the material down your arms, her warm hands leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"You're so pretty," she compliments, breathlessly, and this time she's the one lurching forward, slamming her lips into yours as her fingers roughly grope at your breasts. You moan into her mouth, and Bjorn swears softly from behind Kay, whining into her hair again. That is, before he's reaching out with his free hand, tangling it in your hair and yanking your lips from Kay's to his.

His lips are so soft, for someone who can be so viscious with his tongue.

The three of you stumble over to the couch, a tangle of limbs, of desperate kisses, of wandering hands, of clothes being rapidly shed.

Before you know it, the three of you are bare, you're being oh so gently pushed onto your back by Bjorn, who runs his hands down your legs before parting your legs for him. Kay sits close by your head, fingers gently kneading your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples between her expert fingers.

"You sure?" Bjorn asks you, idly pumping his hand up and down his cock, eyes half shut from the pleasure, the lust.

"Yeah," you breathe, and he exhales shakily, leaning forward with his hands braced against your knees. He rubs the swollen head of his cock against your soaked folds, resulting in cries from you both, before he inches his way inside of you. You whimper at the fullness, the delicious ache of him stretching you with each and every inch.

"Fuckin' shit-" Bjorn cries out, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back, chest heaving as in inhales desperately for air. "So fuckin' tight, sweetheart- christ, it's like a fuckin' vice-"

You babble out something incoherent, and Kay giggles at it, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips, before sitting up and leaning over to peck Bjorn, her fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him forward, deeper inside of you.

You cry out, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut tight as Bjorn moans into Kay's mouth. She shuffles forward, thighs on either side of your face, her soaked cunt inches away from your mouth.

"You okay with-" you silence her question by grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto your face, hands gripping at her thighs as you start to eagerly lap at her soaked folds.

Kay moans, fingers clutching Bjorn's shoulders as she starts to buck her hips to and fro against your face, her eyes heavy as she watches Bjorn's cock disappear in and out of you.

"I knew you'd like it," Bjorn mutters, smirking at Kay as her dark eyes flick to his. "Dirty little slut, aren'tcha, Kay, love?"

"Yeah," she gasps, as your tongue circles her clit, as your moan sends a shock up her spine. "But you like that about me, cousin."

He whimpers at that, lurching forward and tangling his hands in her hair as he slams his lips against hers, his thrusts staggering a moment before resuming his prior brutal pace.

You've never cum from just penetration alone, but fuck you're going to tonight. The combination of Kay's wet heat, the taste of her, and Bjorn's dick filling you up in all the right ways, the thrill of it all... you can already feel it building.

"Oh just like that, baby," Kay encourages you, groaning and leaning her head back, rocking her hips harder, faster. You moan at the feeling, at her wetness coating your tongue, your mouth. You fingers dig into her thighs, nails leaving crescent shaped marks in her smooth skin, as you speed up your tongue against her clit, spelling your name against the flesh. "Jesus- shit- fuck-"

Kay near collapses her full weight onto your face, it's only Bjorn reaching out and holding her up that stops her. You moan against her pulsing cunt, unable to stop yourself from lapping up her wetness, from lightly teasing her clit and poking your tongue in and out of her pussy. Kay whimpers, tapping at your waist. "Baby, fuck, baby I'm so sensitive, I can't-"

"She can," Bjorn encourages you, squeezing your thigh, as his other hand moves between your joined bodies, his nimble fingers gathering up your own wetness and moving to your clit. You moan against Kay's cunt again, which causes her to splutter, her fingers clutching the couch to keep herself upright. "C'mon, love, think you can make her cum again? Cause I do, reckon it'd be real easy for you to make my cousin a right fuckin' mess."

Kay whines softly, even as you continue your teasing ministrations against her. Her hips buck against your face, craving her release yet again.

"She's desperate for it," Bjorn groans, as his pace grows sloppier, his own release nearing. "Fuck, her cunt never gets enough. Always greedy for it, aintcha, cuz?" he asks her, receiving another whine in response. He laughs breathlessly, removing his hand from your thigh to grab at her throat, squeezing lightly. "S'only me that usually gets her off this good, but you, love?" He coos at you, fingers speeding up against your clit. "I knew you'd manage, fuck, knew you'd be perfect for us to screw. Just as much of a desperate slut as my cousin, aren'tcha? I could tell from a mile away that'cha needed a good fuck, the right cock to driv you fuckin' stupid," he grunts, hiking your leg up high around his waist as he drills into you.

You can only choke out a moan of his name against Kay's cunt, as you feel your release build and build, before stars explode behind your eyes and your back arches off of the couch, your wail muffled by Kay's body.

Bjorn swears loudly, before collapsing forward, panting for breath as his dick twitches and pulses inside of you with his own release, filling you up with his cum. You damn near cum again from that sensation alone.

Kay continues to rock against your face as you and Bjorn recover, and it doesn't take her long to reach her second orgasm, collapsing backwards onto the couch with a content sigh, her arm over her eyes and her legs shaking.

The three of you remain in silence for a minute, the only sounds being that of your staggered breathing, all of you trying to catch your breath.

Until...

"Hang on!" Bjorn sits up, pointing a finger at Kay. "No fair you came twice and we only did the once! You really are greedy, jesus fuckin' christ-"

"You were the one encouraging me to get her to cum again." You remind him, arching a brow as you wipe Kay's slick from your face.

"Still!" He protests, pouting. "I demand a rematch-"

"This was a match?" Kay asks, raising her brows and lowering her arm from her eyes.

"Fuckin' whateva- I still think that we should get to cum twice-" he gestures between you and him, smirking at Kay. "Dontcha agree? Round two, anyone?"

You tilt your head back to look at Kay, and she looks back down at you. A beat passes.

You both burst out into a fit of giggles, which causes Bjorn to pout even further as he defends himself.

Despite your giggles... well, round 2 starts not even ten minutes later.

[vickiee-mcmuffin]

Reunited

Word count: 3.1k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit Smut, Fluff? (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

A/N: Here's another fic that was on ao3 for like a day because it flopped so I deleted it. Let's hope it doesn't flop here too. 🫣😅

Summary: You have the honor of being one of Christine's bridesmaids at her wedding. But when you notice a certain person has been invited, it brings back heartbreaking memories.

You woke up with a soft, little yawn. The warmth and comfort of your bed were addicting, your soft pillows far too inviting. But you had to get up. There was no time for sleeping. The day ahead was big. Christine – one of your good friends – was getting married. And Christine had been kind enough to offer you the role of one of her bridesmaids. You were honoured by the gesture.

You sat up in bed, eyeing the bridesmaid dress that was hanging on the door handle of your wardrobe. It was a gorgeous dress, and you couldn’t wait to slip into it. You jumped in the shower, did your hair and makeup, and put on the expensive dress. Nodding at your reflection in the mirror, you then made your way to the church. Soon, Christine would be a married woman, and you would be standing right there by her side.

There was a crowd already forming around the old church building, but one person stood out in her flowing, crisp white gown: Christine. Your heels clicked on the cement as you ran up to the other woman.

“Christine, you look so amazing,” you said in a shocked whisper. It was the truth. Christine looked stunning.

“Oh, thank you, Y/N,” beamed Christine. “So do you. I’m so excited for today. The day has finally arrived.”

“It’s gonna be such a good day,” you nodded.

You, Christine, and the rest of the bridesmaids stood there talking, with time passing by quickly. Soon, it was time for Christine to walk down the aisle and marry her soon to be husband.

Lining up with the bridesmaids, you sucked in a sharp breath, ready to enter the church. The music suddenly started, the doors opened up, and you heard a few gasps. There was a bridesmaid in front of you, and you quickly followed behind the other woman, taking slow steps with Christine not far behind you. Your eyes scanned the crowd, noting all the happy faces. You noted that Christine’s family were all the way at the front wearing teary smiles. The groom’s family was on the opposite side of the aisle, also with wet eyes. But it was the man a few rows up that really caught your attention. You could have sworn you almost went stiff right then and there.

It was Stephen Strange. Just the sight of him was enough to make your heart race. Christine and Stephen had been together many years ago. He was the man you used to spend so many days training with when you were at Kamar Taj. He was the man you had very quickly grown to love. He was the man you had kissed that night, after a hard day of training, when it was just the two of you all alone in the library at Kamar Taj.

But… He was also the man who had completely and utterly broken your heart. And ever since you shared that wild, heated kiss in the library, he seemed to want nothing to do with you. Stephen had been avoiding you ever since the incident. And because of that, you left Kamar Taj, the action breaking your heart in the process.

Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself to focus. You looked ahead, so desperate not to see his face. You just walked down on the aisle, focusing on your job as a bridesmaid. That’s what you were there to do.

You took your place at the front of the church, watching on in silence as Christine and her future husband exchanged their vows. It was a wonderful moment that was sealed with a kiss. The crowd cheered, celebrating the new husband and wife.

Life was good for Christine and her husband.

******

You sat alone in the reception room. It was beautifully decorated, with food and drinks galore. There was so much to do and so much to celebrate, but you sat by yourself, sipping on an almost empty wine glass. You let out a sigh, hating that all of the old memories of you and Stephen had hit you like a truck.

Looking up at the crowd, you spotted a beaming Christine. And you just had to ask. You needed to know why she invited him.

“Hey,” you greeted her.

“Hi,” Christine smiled. “Sorry, I’m trying to be a good host and mingle here and there. Just trying to talk to everyone. Are you okay?”

“Why… Why did you invite Stephen?” you asked quietly. You were straight to the point, so eager to understand.

Christine shrugged. “Well, it was mostly my husband’s idea… Why? What’s the issue?”

“Stephen… Stephen and I had grown really close before. I thought there was something between us. We kissed one night. And it was such a wonderful kiss. But after that, it was like he forgot all about me. He stopped talking to me. He got all cold. I don’t know what I did to offend him. He… He really did break my heart,” you sighed, your eyes shutting as you felt an ache in your chest. “And seeing him here is hard. I’ve been upset ever since I saw him in the church. I still love him, Christine.”

Finally opening up your eyes, you watched as Christine sent you a kind, warm smile.

“You should go talk to him, Y/N,” Christine said.

You gave your head a furious shake. “No way. He probably wants nothing to do with me. He’ll just break my heart again. I don’t want to deal with that all over again.”

“Y/N, stop being so silly. I bet that Stephen was just scared about loving someone. You won’t know until you talk to him…”

The advice wasn’t bad, but you had yet to move. You stood there, biting at your bottom lip, contemplating what Christine was telling you. Could that have been true? Was Stephen just scared? If so, why didn’t he just tell you that instead of completely breaking your heart?

Christine let out a loud sigh. “Fine, I’ll go talk to him then.”

Christine moved far too quickly for you to even tell her to stop. You looked on with wide eyes, watching the back of the other woman’s head. She made her way to Stephen who was at the bar, by himself, slowly sipping on a drink in his hand.

Biting at your bottom lip, you watched as Stephen and Christine talked. You so badly wished you could read lips – or minds. They both stood there, talking to each other for a good five minutes. Then finally Christine walked away, making her way back over to you. Eager to know what they discussed, you opened your mouth to speak up, but Christine simply walked past you, a bright smile on her face. Following the woman with your eyes, you just watched as Christine made her way to her husband. You slowly turned, wondering what on earth had just happened. What did they say to each other?

“Y/N,” a voice said from behind you.

Stephen’s voice. You didn’t have to turn around to know that it was him. You knew his voice so well. Turning around slowly, you were met with Stephen’s dark eyes. You weren’t surprised to see that it was him. It was your first time seeing him up close in such a long time. As usual, he looked good. Too good. You weren’t sure if your cheeks were flushing red as you looked at him.

He cleared his throat. “Hi, Y/N…”

“Hi,” you replied, your voice quiet and laced with nervousness. The room suddenly felt so warm.

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been good. And yourself?”

“Oh, I’ve been doing alright,” he nodded.

You were certain that it was the end of your conversation. That you were going to exchange quick pleasantries and be on your way and then never speak to one another again. It was quiet between the two of you, the silence rather uncomfortable. You wondered how long you would have to stand there, taking in his eyes.

“Can we talk?” he asked you.

Deep down, you were screaming out no, certain history was going to repeat itself. He was going to break your heart and leave you in tears. But you still loved him. Loved him with everything in you. Of course, you were going to talk to him.

“Yes,” you let out with a whisper.

It took just seconds for the change to happen. You heard a sizzle in your ears, the music and noisy conversations suddenly fading as you were met with quietness. You had shut your eyes during the madness, and when you opened them you found yourself in the New York sanctum. All alone with Stephen.

You looked around the space, wondering why he had brought you back there even if he just wanted to talk. It would have been a lot easier to have a conversation there.

“I’m sorry,” Stephen suddenly said with a heavy sigh.

You finally looked at him. At his wet eyes and furrowed brows and his tightly pressed together lips. It was obvious he was upset. That he was sorry about something.

“What are you sorry about?” you asked him quietly.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you,” he admitted. “After that night in the library. And Kamar Taj. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Tears quickly formed in your eyes. A fresh wave of pain hit you. He was admitting. Acknowledging what he had done. And it was like experiencing the heartache all over again. You hated the feeling. Hated that you couldn’t control your emotions – but he had hurt you so much.

“You broke my heart,” you told him softly. “That’s why I left Kamar Taj. I figured you wanted nothing to do with me after that…”

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he murmured back to you, that look of pain still on his face. “I was so scared.”

“Scared of what?” you shrugged.

That was when Stephen took a few steps closer to you. He eyed you intensely, staring at nothing and no one but you.

“I was scared to love someone after what I had done to Christine. I had been a complete jerk to her. I hurt her. I completely blew it with her all those years ago… I was so scared that I would lose you too, Y/N.”

The tears started to fall after that. You could no longer hold them back. Why couldn’t he have just told you that before? You wished he had. You could have worked it out, could have talked about it, could have fought for your love for one another.

“Why couldn’t you just tell me you were scared?” you whimpered. “We could have just… We could have just figured something out.”

“I was scared you would have just left me…”

Shaking your head, you made sure to say your next words clearly. “I wouldn’t have just left you… Because I loved you.”

Stephen leaned forward, his warm, trembling hand cupping one of your cheeks softly. He used his thumb to wipe at your tears, rubbing at your skin as he looked at you. “I know… And I love you too. Maybe… Maybe we can figure this out again? But this time… together.”

Smiling at him with wet eyes, you nodded. “Yes. Of course. Yes, yes, yes… But… Why have you suddenly changed your mind?”

He smiled back at you, his eyes twinkling. “Christine told me not to be afraid of letting someone love me. And when she said that, I realised that it was you that I wanted to be with.”

Beaming up at him, your heart started to race when Stephen moved in, closing the gap between you. He pressed his lips to yours softly, and it took you just seconds to kiss him back. It was as wonderful as you had imagined in your head. You wrapped your arms around his back, and Stephen mimicked your motions, pulling you up against his own broad chest. You stood there kissing, your tongues slowly dancing together, with Stephen slowly guiding you toward his bed.

You both landed on it, your lips still attached, with a soft thud. You were growing wetter and wetter with each heated second that passed, your hands running up and down Stephen’s back, wanting to feel all of him. You felt exactly how you felt when you used to train together at Kamar Taj. You felt that need, that want, that hunger.

Pulling away from his lips with a gasp, you and Stephen both looked at each other with dark eyes. The room had grown hotter, and you knew then and there that you wanted more.

“Please make love to me,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

“Are you sure?” he sucked in a sharp breath.

You nodded. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He smiled at you, his eyes twinkling again. “Okay.” Leaning down, he gave you another soft, slow kiss before getting off the bed and standing up.

You were about to pull off your dress, but you let out a shocked gasp when Stephen waved a gentle hand in your direction, and then a second later, both yours and his clothes had been removed.

You licked your lips at the sight of his bare form, watching as Stephen got in the bed and crawled over to you. Spreading your legs open, Stephen got in position between them, giving you a long kiss. When he pulled away, he looked down at you seriously.

“Are you sure you want this?” he wondered.

“Yes,” you moaned. You had never been so sure of anything in your life. “Please fuck me. Please, please, please.”

It took him just a second to make his next move. He pushed into you, filling you up with his cock. You moaned at the sensation, loving the new feeling of him stretching you out. Stephen grunted above you, and you fell in love with the noise.

He didn’t move. Just stayed there with his cock pushed deep inside of you. But then he looked down at you, eyes ever so dark.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay. Please move, though. Please. I wanna feel you.”

He listened to you. He began to pump in and out of you slowly, soft grunts escaping his lips with each movement. You joined in, letting out your own noises of pleasure before you pulled him in for a quick yet passionate kiss.

“You’re so big,” you whispered against his lips. You kept whining as he thrusted in and out of you, but you needed more. “Oh, please go faster.”

Once again, he listened. The tip of his cock met that sweet spot deep inside of you, forcing a shrill cry out of you.

“Oh, Stephen!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around his back. You scratched his back, letting pleasure take over. The sounds of your moans mixed in with the noises of skin slapping skin. That was all that could be heard in the bedroom: the sound of the two of you making love.

Stephen kissed you for a moment, his moans loud. “You feel so good.”

“Please don’t stop,” you begged in response.

“I promise I won’t. God, I promise I won’t stop.”

He kept moving, kept taking you, and you looked up to watch him closely. He was sweating and his hair was sticking to his forehead. You were certain he was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. You couldn’t help but kiss him, and he kissed you back, your tongues dancing together for a long moment.

“Please fuck me harder,” you pleaded when you pulled away from him. “And faster. Please.”

Stephen lifted himself up, his big hands on either side of your head, a look of total darkness in his eyes. He looked so serious, so lost in lust. And then he pumped into you exactly as you had asked: hard and fast, his movements so wild and quick. You cried out his name, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Reaching down, you held the warm covers tight, pulling at them as you moaned. He kept fucking you, and with each and every thrust, you found yourself getting closer and closer to your peak. Your orgasm was blossoming; it was just seconds away.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined. “Please don’t stop!”

He nodded down at you, fucking you harder and faster and deeper, giving you every inch of his cock. It was with one hard thrust that you lost it, your orgasm hitting you suddenly.

“I’m cumming!” You came around his length, coating him with your juices as you squealed. It felt so good. So hot. Your pussy was gushing around him as you lost it, drenching his length.

“I’m so close,” Stephen muttered, still pumping you full of his cock. He was grunting above you.

“Mm, please cum inside me. You can do it. It’s safe. Please,” you whimpered. You were slowly coming down from your high.

It took Stephen just four thrusts into you before he lost it. He came with a deep grunt, emptying himself inside of you, your pussy milking every drop from him. Licking at his lips, he kept moving, kept giving you his length and every last rope of cum he could give you. Then he pulled out and collapsed right then and there on top of you, the both of you breathing hard and fast. You had to catch your breath.

It took a moment, but Stephen rolled off of you and pulled you to his chest. He stared down at you, his eyes focused on your own.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Stephen gave you a bright smile, and you both leaned in close, sharing a sweet, soft kiss. You nuzzled into Stephen’s chest, loving the feeling of his arms wrapping around you tighter and harder. He felt so warm, so cosy. He felt like home. You were beyond happy to be there in his bed, in his arms, having just made love to him. More importantly: you were happy to just be with him, and you were especially filled with delight after you had worked things out and could finally be together.

“So, do you plan on coming back to Kamar Taj?” Stephen asked in a hopeful tone.

You looked up at him, staring into his blue eyes. “I’ll think about it, but I think you owe me a few dates and more of this before I make a decision,” You smiled, teasing him.

Stephen chuckled, and your heart soared from hearing the sound and finally seeing him happy and relaxed around you. “Deal.”

You smiled at him again before leaning in and kissing him softly. He kissed you back before you pulled away. “I love you, Stephen Strange.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Stephen told you.

You shared one final kiss before you fell asleep in Stephen’s arms, happier than you had ever been in your whole life. It was the ending you had craved for so long, and you finally got it.

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At The Movies

Part of my 900 Followers Celebration! Request: Hi!!! This is so exciting, congratulations on 900 followers!! Can I request “everything will be alright if you keep me next to you” with Roy? I’m obsessed with the way you write him (and all the Taylor prompts - I’m in love

Roy Kent x Actress!Reader 0.8k words Warnings: Language, fluffy fluffy fluff

Author's Note: Premise inspired by gentle hands, ankle clasps by the super talented @benedictscanvas 💖

You gripped Roy’s hand tightly as the car turned the corner. He eyed you gently, amusement on his face.

“Alright there?”

All you could do was nod and give his hand another little squeeze. It wasn’t like this was your first ever film role or first premiere; this was, however, the biggest one you’d ever attended, not to mention your first starring role, and it was for the highly anticipated adaptation of a best-selling book series. Definitely a “make it or break it” moment for your career.

Roy leaned over and kissed your temple, careful not to muss your hair. “It’s going to be great,” he promised, using that reassuring voice you’d heard so much over the last three years, especially during those months you were away shooting the film and spent all your free time facetiming your footballer boyfriend.

“What if it flops?” You wondered if your pout was ruining the pretty pink lipstick your makeup artist had painstakingly applied. “What if they hate it?” Your voice was impossibly small. “What if they hate me?”

“Fucking impossible.” He brought your white-knuckled hand to his lips and kissed it. “No one could ever hate you.”

You felt convinced for all of two seconds, until the car pulled up to the red carpet. Your eyes were wide again as you turned to Roy, panic settling on your face.

Used to pressure and lots of eyes on him, Roy shook his head at you. “You’ve got this. I’m right here.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you.”

That was your plan.

Roy stepped out of the car first, giving an awkward wave before turning to offer you his hand and helping you out of the car. The shouts and screams were deafening, and you swore you’d be seeing spots the rest of the night thanks to the flashing cameras. But Roy’s hand was firmly in yours, fingers intertwined, giving you the confidence you needed to put one foot in front of the other and not teeter in the horribly high heels your stylist insisted were perfect.

Your name was called from far too many directions, but you plastered on a smile and did your best to look happy instead of terrified, wondering if your grip on Roy’s hand was cutting off circulation.

If it was, he wasn’t saying a word. Instead, he brought his lips to your ear to hum, “You’re a fucking goddess.”

His words must have spurred something in your heart, because you turned and kissed him full on the mouth, ignoring the accelerating click click click of dozens of cameras and shouts of yours and Roy’s names. All you wanted was to disappear into Roy’s arms- but he wasn’t about to let you do that. Instead, he urged you to walk on, only letting go of your hand so you could pose on your own, murmuring, “They’re here for you, you gorgeous thing.”

Once you’d had enough time in the spotlight, you gripped Roy’s hand again, now more out of affection than fear. The two of you paused so you could chat with a couple of reporters, who, thankfully, were very kind to you- probably because they knew Roy Kent’s legendary disdain for the media.

One reporter- a lovely young lady- was bold enough to aim a question at your boyfriend. “How proud are you of this woman here?” she asked, observing the way Roy’s eyes never left your face.

“Very,” was his monosyllabic response. Realizing both you and the reporter were waiting for more, he went on. “She’s a fucking force to be reckoned with, this one. Worked her arse off for this film, and I’m beyond excited to finally see the finished product.” He pushed a stray hair out of your face. “My only complaint is that she’s going to be working more than ever and I’ll have to deal with her being away from me all the fucking time.”

“You’ll just have to come visit me on set,” you teased, straightening his tie, the one you’d insisted on tying yourself back at your hotel room.

His response was a small peck to your lips, before offering a small wave of thanks to the journalist and moving you along.

After that, you found yourself enjoying yourself. You felt charming as you chatted with journalists, you hugged costars tightly, and you held back tears as your director told you how proud she was of you. All the while, Roy never left your side, watching you with a mix of love and admiration.

When you finally found your way inside the theatre and settled in your seats, you turned to face him, your heart swelling when you saw him already watching you.

“Was that so bad?” His eyes sparkled playfully.

You shook your head. “Not with you by my side.” You kissed the tip of his nose.

He brought his hand up to hold your chin gently, offering you one of those rare full smiles, the kind he usually saved just for you. “Any fucking time.”

[jessamine-rose]

Yuu Does Not Dream of a Night Bunny College ₍ᐢ⑅ᐢ₎

A long time ago, I wrote Bunny Boy! Leona as a joke. A few months later, I was inspired to write Sea Bunny Boy! Octavinelle and now we have five more bunnified characters....…..welp let’s get this show on the road  ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

Characters:: Cater, Jamil, Vil, Sebek, Chenya

♡ 1.2k words under the cut ♡

♡ Not many students are receptive to Crowley’s idea for the Night Bunny College Cafe. Cater, however, is an exception. Bunny boys are a popular trend, and what better way to take advantage of the hype?? If executed well, the event will attract lots of guests and, in his case, more likes on Magicam.

♡ Leave it to Cay-kun to be the perfect bunny boy!! In his costume, he is the ideal combo of cute, classy, and daring. The fluffy bunny ears compliment his bright smile, and the fitted black bodysuit brings out the vivid red of his hair. For added flair, his accessories feature a design of red roses and diamonds. And Cater knows how to strike the best poses from finger hearts to the Playboy bunny dip.

♡ Thanks to him, the NBC Cafe’s Magicam debut is a viral success. He manages the account, thinks of good hashtags, and instructs his classmates on how to pose for the camera. The event also benefits Cater’s personal account, as his photos garner several likes, new followers, and thirsty comments.

♡ His charisma makes him popular with customers. Would you like Cater to cast a magic spell on your carrot cake?? He will serve it with extra sparkles and a special pose just for you!! Oh……...you’d like to feed it to him?? In response to that, he will lightheartedly refuse and point at the price list for premium services. Cay-kun can’t be too sweet on you, after all~

♡ Being a bunny boy is the last job Jamil wanted to take. The bunny ears draw attention to him, while the deep red bodysuit and sheer stockings are totally impractical. He is initially awkward at the start of his training; but by opening night, he has perfected the cheerful greetings and suggestive poses.

♡ If there is one thing he enjoys, it’s the change in master-servant dynamics. His customers are the ones who lavish him with praise, who act shy in his presence, who get punished if they dare act out of line. Jamil doesn’t even need to use Snake Whisper. All it takes is a mere glance in the client’s direction for them to fall under his spell~

♡ He enjoys playing games as a bunny boy. Under these circumstances, the customers care less about winning or losing; rather, they prefer to admire Jamil’s concentrated expression. He will smugly win round after round, savoring this opportunity to unleash his full potential.

♡ His fun ends when Kalim arrives. The Al-Asim heir would’ve signed up for the event if Jamil hadn’t insisted that such a role was inappropriate for his status. So instead, Kalim buys out Jamil’s slots for games, photos, and promo services!! Look, he even invited Najma who is all too eager to tease her brother. Jamil can only hold back his exasperation and smile for the camera with them.

♡ It was Crowley and Azul who hounded Vil to participate in the event. Having Vil Schoenheit’s name on the waitstaff is sure to bring in several customers, after all. “Do you know how much I charge for meet-and-greets?!!” “Exactly, Schoenheit-san!! No one would pass up the opportunity to enjoy your services at a discounted price.”

♡ Vil looks drop-dead gorgeous in his costume. The outfit is tailored to his preferences—a violet corset, red heels, embroidered stockings, a stylish updo to suit his bunny ears. He also designs the other costumes according to their respective wearers. Most importantly, he is the demon coach in charge of training his fellow bunny boys!! “The ideal bunny boy should be the epitome of leporine beauty and seduction. I expect all of you to present yourselves with grace.”

♡ He is also strict with the customers. Vil doesn’t accept any requests beyond what is listed in the Bunny Boy Services and Promo Deals. Those who violate the no-touching rule are swiftly reprimanded then kicked out of the establishment. During his slot, Rook can only sing praises for Vil’s beautiful performance.

♡ Admittedly, it is an enjoyable experience. The bunny boy is certainly a new acting role for Vil, and he derives some satisfaction from interacting with his live audience. So long as he is in character, he will perform to the best of his ability.

♡ Sebek makes for an unconventional bunny boy. His sharp fangs and serious glare are more suitable for a predator, whereas the tight black bodysuit emphasizes his muscles. Much to his chagrin, his hair is styled naturally so as not to compete with his bunny ears. His cute, genuine smiles do offer a striking gap moe and, in Azul’s words, an excellent selling point.

♡ He performs his role with great zest, from waiting tables to entertaining customers. As soon as Malleus arrives, you can count on Sebek to run over to him with a large smile and a passionate greeting. “WELCOME TO THE NIGHT BUNNY COLLEGE CAFE!! WE CORDIALLY INVITE YOU TO SELECT A BUNNY BOY OF YOUR CHOICE!!”

♡ Honestly, he doesn’t understand the appeal of the bunny boy. Human culture is perplexing, but the event is a good immersion according to Lilia. His clients make such outlandish requests from photos to board games to……being put in a headlock by Sebek?? Well, so long as they pay for the available services, Sebek will fulfill his duties as a bunny boy.

♡ The customers are just so endeared with him. He makes the cutest expressions whenever they fluster him or feed him carrots, and it’s clear that he takes his role seriously. By the end of the event, Sebek can proudly say that he accomplished his bunny boy training!!

♡ Upon hearing about the event, Chenya secretly visits NRC and raids the dressing room to join in on the fun!! He goes for a crooked pair of bunny ears, a large poofy tail, colorful stockings, and a harlequin-patterned bodysuit. His nonsensical style is a unique take on the traditional bunny suit.

♡ Using his Unique Magic, he sneaks up on customers and surprises them. After revealing himself, Chenya will flash them a mischievous grin and lead them to his own private table where a tea party has been set up. He will entertain them with riddles and games, including a round of Russian Roulette featuring desserts. Can you guess which Bunny Tart has mustard in it??

♡ Soon enough, he gets caught by Riddle and Trey. By then, however, Chenya has a long line of customers so Crowley just lets him be. The carefree beastman enchants all of his clients with a unique experience contrary to what one would expect from a bunny boy.

♡ On and on, he entertains guests to his heart’s delight. At one point, Chenya loses interest in his costume and removes his fake bunny features. Somehow, this transformation attracts even more attention as customers beg to pet his real cat ears and tail. “Nya, riddle me this:: Why is a bunny boy as mad as a March Hare~”

♡

For those who’d like the services of Leona and Octavinelle, their “Yuu Does Not Dream of a Bunny Boy” installments are linked above!!

Fun fact, this has been in my drafts since mid-2022. Hopefully, this is the last time the Twst characters will be subjected to my Bunny Boy! nonsense. I hope y’all enjoyed the bunnification of these characters ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎

Tagging some blogs who might enjoy this!! @diodellet @wildnya @mobagehelllocal @zgvlt @zariyen @jangmi-latte @merotwst @twstedbeauty @leonakingscholarship @hanafubukki

[look-at-the-soul]

The Runway- Part 4

Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphy role for movie Anna)

Series Master list

A/N: You’ll see a little crossover with The Photoshoot (my Cillian’s series) 🥰📸

Opening the door to her suite, Y/N was greeted by a gorgeous bouquet of fresh flowers in every possible color. With the biggest smile on her face, she leaned towards it to capture the incredible smell.

“I didn’t write a card, I’m… terrible with words.” Lenny stated leaning against the doorframe.

Y/N couldn’t stop the smile from her face as she walked towards Lenny. London Fashion Week seemed blurry to her, compared to the mind blowing days she had with Lenny; private dinners after taking the runways, stealing short kisses before every show, glances here and there, a subtle touch when no one was looking… she had been daydreaming since the moment she opened her eyes, until she was able to be alone with him.

“I love them, thank you.” Y/N greeted him with a short peck on the lips.

“How was the photoshoot?”

That made her eyes sparkle with happiness.

“Amazing! The photos turned out great, I saw a sneak peek and trust me, it’s going to be a major thing… thank you for letting me do it.” Y/N walked towards her wardrobe to change into something more comfortable, she still had glitter on her hair, but that would have to wait until the following morning because she was exhausted, after one press conference, two fashion shows and a four hours photoshoot, she was drained for the day.

“I would never take a project from you.” Lenny allowed himself to enjoy the process of seeing the real Y/N take over; as she removed the make up and washed her face, she showed him like she really was.

“You know what I mean, I signed that contract behind Richardson’s back, he would’ve never allow me to participate in a campaign like this.”

It was about lingerie made for all body shapes, sizes and with different beauty styles, Y/N loved to share the screen with women who felt confident about their bodies, skin type and marks.

“This isn’t about looking at a women’s body in a sexual way, it’s about feeling beautiful in whatever package you have, you know? This stigmatization the industry has made us all believe that you have to be a certain size to use sexy underwear has a terrible impact because no matter how hard we try, we’ll never be enough.”

It had been such a great experience to stand next to beautiful women, with gorgeous skin tones, freckles, plus size, stretch marks, short hair, a birth mark. Literally every kind of beauty. She was inspired by this project, by the impact it would have. She could easily imagine the publicity it would get, to reach so many women who might identify with one of the ambassadors. This lingerie wasn’t looking to reach the average women only, they wanted the entire community.

The brand wanted to make every single women out there feel beautiful.

Lenny loved to hear her talk about her passion, and building a women’s confidence was one of those topics that made her smile bigger.

“I felt particularly comfortable with the photographer, her name is Yael Murphy and she flew in from Dublin, lovely person, she had a brilliant idea! The message is clear, wear that gorgeous lingerie today, don’t leave it for a special occasion.” Y/N blushed realizing how they started talking about something they haven’t done yet, they still needed to take that step in their relationship, but it was still early days.

Lenny realized the embarrassment in her eyes.

“Of course I’d support your decision to be part of this project, if it’s important to you, it matters to me.”

He would never be able to even imagine the impact his words had on her.

Y/N gave him a small peck on the lips.

“Am I allowed to ask about your real job?”

He shook his head, feeling frustrated for having to keep things away from her. “It’s for your own safety.”

“What? Are there hidden microphones around or what?”

She joked, but Lenny quickly turned up the volume of the television, and taking her hand, he guided her towards the kitchen, after turning on the blending *(?) machine and when the noise covered his voices, he whispered:

“Y/N, this is an official investigation.” The serious tone in his voice and the look in his eyes, made her skin crawl, sometimes it was easy to forget about that with how much the shows demanded from her. “You need to remember I’m not a real model agent.”

“Do they know that we’re together?”

“Romantically? No, that’s why I tell you to come to my room.”

“So you really set up microphones in my suite?”

Lenny sighed. “It wasn’t me, it’s part of the investigation, my team is monitoring your sister 24/7 therefore your suite as well.”

Y/N felt a knot in her stomach at the privacy invasion. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, yet it made her feel uneasy to know there were people listening to her phone conversations, they were able to know absolutely everything about her.

“It’s fine, Y/N they’re only looking for something that leads us to the missing girls.”

Y/N seemed to think about it for a moment, Lenny took the opportunity to grab her by the waist to pull her body towards him.

“I want this to be over.” She relaxed against his chest, while Lenny experimented something he had never felt before.

“I’m not stopping until I find who did this.” He turned off the blending machine.

“Okay, so if you can’t talk, you’ll answer my questions at least.” Y/N proposed with a grin, Lenny was in his usual serious character and she wanted to know more about him.

Lenny squinted his eyes at her and stole a few almonds from her bowl.

“Can I ask how did you became an agent?” Y/N lowered her voice into a whisper for the last part.

Lenny made a face, “can’t say that, confidentiality agreement.”

Y/N opened her eyes. “Oh, okay… what’s the most boring part of your job?”

“Nothing is boring.” Lenny gave her a half smile.

“If you could be anything else, what would you choose and why?”

Lenny raised an eyebrow. “Why would I change this?”

Y/N groaned. “You really can’t answer anything?”

Lenny shook his head. “It’s for your own safety, trust me.”

“Okay you win, I should start asking you what’s your favorite place to go on vacation but I assume you don’t visit the beach often.”

That made a Lenny laugh.

“Where would you like to go on vacation? Given the fact that you’ve been around the world.” He asked.

He saw her the way her smile lit her entire face. “Somewhere away from people, a quiet little place where no one can recognize me.” Y/N sighed. “I love being surrounded by nature.”

Lenny nodded thinking already of an idea.

“Venice or Greece.” Lenny stated. “Never been there, or somewhere beautiful like Puerto Rico.”

Y/N could totally picture herself strolling down the street in summer dress next to Lenny wearing sunglasses and shorts. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his laugh.

But she was eager to know more about him, she wanted to go through every layer.

“So you know how to cook.” Her eyes scanned the plate Lenny prepared.

“I know enough to not starve myself.” Lenny chuckled, feeling comfortable enough to joke around her. “Salmon, great protein source, I added carrots, zucchini and asparagus,I know you don’t eat potatoes and tomatoes.”

“No, if I do, I get bloated the next day.” In a surprising motion, Y/N took Lenny by the face to kiss him, feeling so grateful not only by his company, but his sweet details.

“I’m going to cook more often.” Lenny winked at her. “What’s the fashion mistake you regret the most?”

“For a photoshoot, they asked me to bleach my hair, I don’t know back then I was allergic to an ingredient and had an awful reaction all over my face and my hair started to fall of… I had to wear wigs for months, because they cut it really really short.”

“That’s terrible.” Even though Y/N wasn’t vain, Lenny was aware of the importance of image in the industry.

“I think you were the party boy in high school,” Y/N guessed moments later, “with a bunch of girls in love with you.”

“No.” He chuckled.

Y/N raised her eyebrows, while a Lenny sipped on his wine.

“Which part?” She asked leaning on the back of the couch.

Lenny gave her a smile, a genuine and lightning one. “So you really think I’m the heartbreaker type?”

“Of course you’re!” Y/N wrapped her arms around him and felt Lenny relax under her touch.

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I wasn’t, all the opposite… I tried to blend in, never stand out.”

“Why?” Y/N was shocked.

Lenny shuddered, thinking about the right answer.

“I was trying to get good grades, I suppose.”

“So you were smarty.” She rounded the couch to sit next to him, loving the small glimpses of him she was learning.

“I had to, needed to maintain my scholarship.” For an instant, he was back in time into his small home listening how there wasn’t money enough to pay the rent that month. Lenny shook his head to get rid of the memory.

“And just look how far you got.” She praised. “You should be proud.”

“Can’t do that until I find these bastards.” Lenny got tense again, thinking how he wasn’t doing enough.

“You’re working really hard, don’t belittle your work.” Y/N tried to comfort him,but Lenny’s mind was now somewhere else, his expression changed and he had this dense energy around him.

“That won’t bring those girls back, Y/N.”

He should be focusing on the investigation, not catching up with his girlfriend, but as soon as Lenny looked over at Y/N he realized he made a mistake.

“I’m sorry, shouldn’t have taken that on you.”

But instead of playing the indignation game, Y/N understood the pressure he was under. So shaking her head, she offered; “can I help you with anything?”

Rubbing his eyes, Lenny cleared the dinning table and paced around the room with his hands on his hips.

“I think something’s up between Richardson and the photographer… did you ever noticed something that wasn’t right?”

Y/N seemed to think about it for a second.

“I was called to the office one day by mistake and when I entered his office, they had pictures of lots of women, when I asked if they were new models the agency hired, they quickly brushed me off from the office.”

Lenny stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, then he pulled out a radio from his belt and gave instructions to someone to follow the photographer before ordering to intervene his phone. Y/N looked at Lenny shocked by the tone of authority he talked with, the strategies he was demanding, a total different man from the manager she knew.

As he started typing in something very similar to a laptop, Lenny got a phone call. On the outside it looked like briefcase with a hard cover. “What are the charges?” Y/N saw his eyes scanning the screen, she wasn’t able to see a thing because it had some kind of protection to black everything out if you looked from a different angle.

His eyes were scanning something at speed.

“And he got released just because they never found the body? Who was the judge?” His jaw was clenched.

Another victim, he thought, an ex-girlfriend who passed away mysteriously was now linked to the photographer with whom she had a convenient relationship, according to text messages they agreed to sleep together as long as he could take pictures of the girl, then one night she never went back home. Although she wasn’t part of the group of girls they were looking for, maybe that would lead them to the right way.

“Get me everything, where was he flying on a private jet?” He snapped his fingers, getting Y/N’s attention. “Can we get anything from the plane? When they boarded? Yes, email me that, thanks.”

Richardson lead him to the photographer and him to a useless DJ that offered them both his private jet freely.

Y/N sighed, over the last few days she had learned that once Lenny got into working mood, he would hardly pay her any attention. To be honest she wasn’t try to distract him, she really admired how hard he worked, how invested he really was in the investigation. She yawned feeling exhausted already, the next day she would film a commercial for a make up brand and she would model for a shoes campaign.

But Lenny knew there’s nothing free in this world, so that hint might lead him somewhere. He decided to follow his intuition and start spying on the photographer and the DJ, there was something that simply didn’t match, there was no reason for Richardson to be so close to them.

Perhaps he should get more into the role of a model agent and get involved rom a different angle.

As he kept reading the reports, itineraries and background information, he rolled his shoulders, undoing his tie and the first button of his shirt. Taking a look around the room, he realized the tv was muted and Y/N was sleeping in an uncomfortable position on the couch, too short for her long legs.

Turning off the TV, he stared at Y/N in silence. He needed to be honest with himself for once, he was falling hard for her and deep down he knew that wasn’t the problem. As he took in her peaceful features, he couldn’t stop thinking how would he be able to make their relationship work once the investigation was over.

Rolling his neck, he slid his hands under her body to carry her all the way to her bedroom.

——

Lenny sipped on his third cup of black coffee, he was frustrated and annoyed. Felt like he was walking in circles and instead of getting closer, he was moving backwards. The jet lag was taking a toll on him, between airports, hotels, he was struggling to keep up with the dates and events. Luckily, Milan was the last stop of the fashion shows.

The most important show of the season.

He had learned that Milan was one of the four fashion capitals. And he knew all eyes would be on Y/N. The upcoming designers campaigns would depend of this runway.

No more fashion weeks for a while, finally he would be able to focus entirely on the investigation once they got back home.

If Anna was really involved, she was really smart covering her moves.

But as he was going through the evidence, he noticed in one of the videos from the cameras installed in the agency, there was Richardson visiting the photographer’s office, they walked to one of the rooms in the back of the agency and minutes later a girl stepped inside. There wasn’t anything unusual on it, he recruited lots of girls to become a model, it was part of his job, but he did notice that the girl never came out.

He forwarded the tape but only found the man in charge to do the cleaning on the building walked inside the room later.

Lenny gave up momentarily, he needed to focus, find the missing pieces.

An incoming call interrupted his thoughts. But it wasn’t good news.

Y/N was brushing her hair after taking a shower, she wanted to have breakfast with Lenny and then she would be driven to the venue where the last fashion show of the season would take place. Noticing his tense jaw, Y/N walked towards Lenny.

Rubbing his shoulders, she was able to read the screen of his phone.

The photographer’s ex-girlfriend, her name was Gillian Montgomery, she was the new Victoria Secret model. I found voice mail records with Richardson, they had an affair and possibly a threesome with the photographer several times, does it help boss?

Before Y/N could react after learning that about a model she used to know, Lenny’s statement took her by surprise.

“What the fuck do you mean Y/N isn’t closing the runway?!” He barked at the assistant. “Connect me to Donatella.”

*****

Part 5

A/N: if you made it this far, then thank you for reading! Should we have some Lenny smut? Idk how many parts are left, I’m letting the ideas flow freely… so maybe The MET Gala? Or the Victoria Secret Fashion show? You tell me what do you want 🥰

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[broadwaydivastournament]

Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 1C

Two-time Tony-winning dancer-extraordinaire Bebe Neuwirth (1958) is best known for her winning role as Velma Kelly in Chicago (1996) alongside her beloved Annie Reinking. After playing Velma off-and-on for some years, she then took on Roxie, and later Matron "Mama" Morton. Bebe has also won for Sweet Charity (1986), and is a two-time Emmy winner for, of course, Lilith in Cheers. Other credits include Here Lies Jenny (2004), Fosse (2001), and Cabaret (2024), opening next month. In addition to her beloved stage, Bebe is a devoted cat-lover, and activist. She founded the Dancers' Resource program to provide support for injured and/or aging dancers.

Stalwart theatre veteran Laurie Metcalf (1955) is also a two-time Tony winner and four-time Emmy winner. Her consecutive Tony wins for A Doll's House, Part 2 (2017) and Three Tall Women (2018) places her on an elite list of just six other performers (including fellow Diva Judith Light). She has also appeared in Misery (2015), Hillary and Clinton (2019), and Grey House (2023), an experimental horror play that ultimately flopped. (And I have opinions on that.)

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"Let me be abundantly clear. Bebe Neuwirth is my ultimate Diva. It may be stiff competition, but she wins the bracket of my heart every time. I would follow this woman to the end of the earth and back. I love everything about her from her cats, to her giggle, to her exquisite grey hair. I so admire any woman who chooses to age gracefully and without resentment, and Bebe's really settled into this adorable cozy old cat lady life. Back in the day, it was all stiletto heels and tight little black dresses and yes, that was very sexy. But now she's enjoying the comforts of flat sturdy boots, massive sweaters with cute little cats on them, glasses on chains, and divine grey hair. Gorgeous, yes. Talented, fuck yes. This woman has music in her bones and not even three hip surgeries can steal it away. I love her."

"Oh, Bebe Neuwirth? Love of my life, champion of my soul? Her legs are simply to die for. Not convinced? Search up When Velma Takes the Stand on YouTube and feast your eyes. You’ll be watching clips of her entire Broadway career next, trust me. She is truly a powerhouse of a woman, and one of Bob Fosse’s greatest interpreters." Propaganda submitted by anon "V"

"The pandemic robbed us of many things, but for our purposes here, the greatest loss to theatre was the revival of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf starring Laurie Metcalf. During the dinner scene, so I'm told by the gays on twitter, she came out in a sheer white blouse and black bra, and I am devastated we didn't get her unhinged Martha. She would have done Uta Hagen and Elaine Stritch proud."

Bonus poll in the tags/comments: Tell me who you think wins in a fight? Lilith from Cheers/Frasier, or Jackie from Rosanne. If you're too young to know what I'm talking about, what are you doing here?

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Hedy Lamarr (Samson and Delilah, Ziegfeld Girl)—Look. I'm sure someone has already submitted Hedy Lamarr because she was spectacularly beautiful, and a very strong lady too: she fled both an abusive marriage AND nazi persecution at a very young age and rebuilt a life for herself pursuing her love for acting all on her own!! Her career as an actress was stellar; while she began acting outside of Hollywood (her very first movie, Ecstasy, won a prize at the Venice Film Festival), she conquered American hearts very quickly with her first movie in the US, Algiers, and then just kept getting better and better. If all this isn't enough, she was also an inventor: her invention of the frequency-hopping spread spectrum radio transmission technique forms the base of bluetooth and has a lot of applications in all kinds of communication technologies. I think that deserves a prize, don't you?

Grace Kelly (Rear Window, High Society, Dial M for Murder)—The literal princess of Hollywood (she retired at 26 to become princess of Monaco), her name said everything about why she was so hot. She carried herself with a grace and elegance you just don't see anymore. Her voice was sultry without being overbearing, and she had the ability to be sweet but suggest a deep sensuality at all times.

This is round 5 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Hedy Lamarr:

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The only person you can find both on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and in the Inventor's Hall of Fame--her radio-frequency-hopping technology forms the basis for cordless phones, wi-fi, and a dozen other aspects of modern life. She was also passionate in her efforts to aid the Allies in WWII (unsurprising for a Jewish-Austrian Emigree to America), and her name served as the backbone for one of the best running jokes in what is possibly Mel Brooks' best movie. Look, Louis B. Mayer apparently believed he could plausibly promote her as "The world's most beautiful woman". Is an entire website full of people going to be less audacious than one Louis B. Mayer? I didn't think so!

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Described as "Hedy has the most incredible personal sophistication. She knows the peculiarly European art of being womanly; she knows what men want in a beautiful woman, what attracts them, and she forces herself to be these things. She has magnetism with warmth, something that neither Dietrich nor Garbo has managed to achieve" by Howard Sharpe, she managed to escape her controlling husband (and Nazi Germany) by a) Disguising as her maid and fleeing to Paris or b) Convincing the husband to let her wear all of her jewelry to a dinner, only to disappear afterwards. Also she was particularly clever and helped develop Frequency-Hopping Spread Spectrum (I can't really explain it but anyway...)

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Her depiction of Delilah and Samson and Delilah just lives rent free in my head. The woman was gorgeous.

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One of the most beautiful women ever in film, spoken by many critics and fans. Beautiful shapely figure, deeper seductive voice, and often played femme fatale roles. She was also brilliant and an inventor. Mainly self-taught, she invested her spare time, including on set between takes, in designing and drafting inventions, which included an improved traffic stoplight and a tablet that would dissolve in water to create a flavored carbonated drink, and much more.

Gorgeous and brilliant pioneer of modern technology and the middle part.

Grace Kelly:

flawlessly beautiful and a literal princess

Her facial structure? Flawless. Her eyes? Stunning. Her hair? Gorgeous. Her style? Immaculate. Every second she’s on screen, she just exudes this elegance and sophistication. It’s no wonder she ended up marrying a prince. But she’s got this mischief in her eyes that is compelling.

She was so elegant, so beautiful and perfect I could cry for real. A fairy disguised as a woman.

the most beautiful of Hitchcock's "icy blondes". elegant, glamorous, she left hollywood to became an actual princess, I mean, COME ON

she's so pretty and refined and elegant! I'm pretty sure taylor swift's blonde hair red lip look is modeled partly after her

She's just so elegant, look at her all dressed up like a Barbie doll in the latest fashions. There's a quiet dignity about her.

Not only was she princess of Monaco she also is Stéphanie de Monaco's mother and yeah, vote for her she's soooo pretty That red dress in Dial M.... hot damn

To me, she is the first and only blonde. She earned it. Paired with Edith Head's costume design she is unstoppable. I dare anyone to watch her as Lisa Carol Fremont in Rear Window and not be completely blown away by her hotness.

SHE IS SO PRETTY AND FASHIONABLE!! Not only that but she has an alluring aura to her in whatever film I've seen her in! Rear Window is just one of my personal favorite films she was in, especially for her costumes in that. And how many actresses can you say was a princess consort in addition to being a famous leading lady?

[smileysuh]

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, i usually do not read for the older members (i've read your every hyuck work repeatedly xd) BUT I'D NEVER THOUGHT I'D LIKE ANYTHING JOHHNY RELATED, REALLY CAN'T EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVED GHOSTIE

SDFGHJKL LET JOHN INTO YOUR LIFE! I understand the Hyuck love, that's our lil boo thang, but his FATHER, his PAPA, his DADDY- let John into your life and you won't regret it

I find it's easier to get into a new kpop member if he's close with your bias- here's 3 JohnHyuck fics below the cut that I have to help you get used to Johnny with Hyuck there to hold your hand ;)

Patience - yandere JohnHyuck

🔮 preview. Unfortunately, after a long day of work, both Johnny and Haechan are very close to being at their breaking point. When you walk past your window wearing a cute bra- well, to the men watching you from the street below, you’re all but begging to be plucked from your safe life and dragged into a world of strict bedroom roles and rich boys who are in desperate need of someone to help get their frustrations out-  luckily for them, they have the god complexes and the money to make that wish come true.

cw/tw. yandere warning, voyeurism, stalking, toxic friend, toxic yandere JohnHyuck, conniving, master!Haechan, dom!/Yandere JohnHyuck, size kink, rough sex, bdsm, safe words, unprotected sex, threesome, multiple orgasms, fingering, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, marking/bruising, boob worship, spit roasting, blow job, hand job, lots of finger sucking, reader as ‘sex toy/doll’, creampie, Haechan oral fixation, lots of pet names, spanking, finger sucking, god complexes, etc… I petnames. (hers) good/pretty girl, toy, doll, gorgeous, etc. (John’s) daddy. (Hyuck’s) master.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9k

The Box Office - sugar daddy John & poolboy Hyuck

🔮 synopsis.  No one quite knows what’s up with the older guy who Mark works for- from his domineeringly modern architectural tastes, to 

cw/ tw. vouyerism, exhibitionism, age dynamics (young sugar baby reader + young Lee cousins versus aged up Johnny), bdsm themes, power play, dirty talk, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart, etc…), degradation (whore, etc…; said fondly), sex against windows, impreg kink, dirty talk, spanking, daddy/mommy issues, mentions of horny stuff like panty gagging, oral (f/m receiving), overstim, pussy slapping, spanking, anal, threesome, everyone had a case of the monster cock syndrome, handcuffs, begging, cock warming, etc… it’s super nsfw and 18+ as heck, minors do not interact I Primary Warning. this fic is centered around aged up/sugar daddy dom John having an extreme voyeurism/exhibitionism kink that wife!y/n shares/indulges him in. They have a lot of sex in places where people are really close by, and Johnny feels free to use anyone who steps onto his property like a pawn in his little sex games.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 15.3k

About Time - Idolverse JohnHyuck

🔮 synopsis. He knows he’s being A: bad friend, B: perverse, and C: self destructive, but Haechan can’t shake the feelings he has for his roommate’s girlfriend. And he takes absolutely no responsibility for his actions. 

cw/ tw. noona kink, size kink, unprotected sex, deep penetration kink?, bdsm themes, slight dumbification, multiple sex scenes, slight exhibitionism, shower sex, oral (f/m recieveing), voyeurism, so many pet names, switchy sub Haechan, soft dom Johnny, ‘baby boy’, pet names, choking, boob kink, deep throating, somnophilia themes, threesome, spit roasting, poly, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 12k

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Ashley walks into one of Tulip's workshops, a small stack of what appear to be photographs in hand and a syrupy-sweet grin on his face, "So! Something very interesting happened at work today."

Tulip looks up from what she's working on (something that might have been a dishwasher at some point and now has far too many laser emitters), "Oh?"

"One of the other models called in sick just before she was supposed to show up (not that I can blame her, poor girl sounded like death on the phone), and everybody was scrambling to figure something out in time... and then the perfect substitute walks through the door, " On cue, he spreads the photos across what little free space the workbench. Some of them include himself, but all of them have a tall woman with long auburn hair, "Allow me to introduce; the lovely Seline."

"Oh wow, she's gorgeous," as Tulip looks the photos over, she slowly develops a contemplative frown, "and... somehow familiar."

Ashley's grin somehow gets wider, "I should hope so, she is your 'dear older sister' after all."

Tulip does a double-take, "wait, that's Archie!?"

"Yep! He happened to be visiting me, he does that sometimes, and when he saw we were having trouble he wanted to help. He was surprisingly okay with that help involving putting on a dress, so long as nobody knew it was him. Said it had something to do with swapping places with his sister when he was little?"

Tulip lets out a fond chuckle, "Oh yeah, he was kind of small as a kid so we fit in each-other's clothes, and sometimes we decided to pretend we were each-other and see how long it took for anyone to notice. We got really good at it too, one time not even our parents noticed for a whole week. 'Course, then puberty happened and he shot up like a tree, so..."

"That is, so cute! Anyway, yeah, he did really well. Though, apparently he's into method acting or something because he stayed in-character the whole day, even when he wasn't anywhere near the cameras. There were a few times I was almost convinced he'd forgotten Archie even existed."

"Oh yeah, he does that. Honestly I think he'd have actually become an actor if our parents hadn't decided to mold us into their mini-mes... and then their genderbent mini-mes when they realized I was the one who got the mad scientist genes and he was the one with a knack for schmoozing," she huffs in frustration, then shakes off the bad memories, "Still, it usually takes him a few sessions to slip that deep into a role. Wonder how he managed it..."

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Spongebob Timeskip Card Voice: *Several Hours Earlier...*

Archie takes in every inch of the woman in the mirror, nearly all his attention on crafting a persona for her. It'd been a while since he'd played a part so far removed from the one his parents knew as their son, and the nature of this one in particular had brought up some of his favorite childhood memories, one that had recently become painful in hindsight.

It brings up the complicated emotions surrounding his sister and their broken (largely by his own actions and cowardice, he's aware) relationship. Chief among them, this time, being jealousy. It's easy to be jealous of her, really. She'd been brave and clever enough to get away from their parents, to use her talents for her own ends, to hold onto her passion for all those dark years, to take what had once been their prison and turn it into a home. Not to mention she'd become so much prettier than he- NOPE! Not going down that road just yet, he doesn't need one more way for Mother to turn him into another her.

He lets out a huff that blows the wig's bangs up a little, then shakes himself off, shuts his eyes, and refocuses on the task at hand.

He'd worked out just who Seline would be, now it's time to become her. He pictures a bubble, one that contains everything that is him, Gathering all the parts he wants to put into Seline, he pushes them into the side of the bubble, soon forming a large bump, and then a second, smaller bubble, one that slowly breaks off from the main one. The large bubble descends, coming to rest most of the way down into a bank of thick fog that represents the subconscious, while the smaller rises to the top of... whatever this mindscape is supposed to be.

Seline opens her eyes, releasing a contented sigh. That was... easier than it normally was, especially for such a new persona, but she doesn't pay that any mind. She has a job to do, after all, and she isn't about to make Ashley wait any longer than she already had.

As she makes her way out of the dressing room, Liana fades into view and grins like a shark. She'd been surprised that Archie was this sincere about helping, but she obviously couldn't trust an Orpheus not to find some way to screw things up for sweet little Ashley, so she'd decided to help him for once, as disgusting as that felt.

She'd originally been planning to possess him, not to the degree of full control, just to cover for any issues that might crop up, but that fascinating mental construct had been much more interesting. So, she'd helped it along, pushing the separation of the imaginary bubbles further Archie's mind would have managed on its own at this stage. From what she could tell, the resulting personality wouldn't even think of the name Archie unless someone else brought it up. She could've sent the main persona down even further and had Seline fully replace Archie, at least for a while, but that would have raised far too many questions, and probably got her caught by that strange purple poltergeist who seems to think it's Ashley's guardian angel.

Though, from what she'd seen of Archie's surface thoughts before the construct was in place, she wonders if...

Well, it doesn't matter really. Whoever they truly are under the surface, they're still an Orpheus.

(putting this in an ask instead of my own post since Archie's half adds a pretty damn major detail to them, and they're not my character so you obviously get the final say on whether or not it's canon)

OH THIS IS... THIS IS NEAT? AS HELL?

I have no words because it is GENUINELY a very cool idea!! It's so very!! Yes!! All the layers to it... AGRJGAHA *rattles my cage's bars*

I love this sm.. I'd love to see where you're going with this..

[blueseachelle]

Hi I was wondering if you could write a scanlan x fem reader smut where the reader is either a human or a half orc, I don’t have anything specific in mind. Vox machina smut is rare and I can’t find anything for scanlan 😭

Hello! Of course I can do this one! I have a half orc imagine in the works so, I’m gonna do a female human reader for you! Tbh, the reason I started writing stuff again was for the same reason as you stated. Time to fuel the Fandom! One post at a time! Of course as always, if this is not up to your standard, let me know! I can always retype! Happy Reading!

Critical Role Vox Machina

Sweet Melodies

Scanlan X Fem! Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Scanlan, a player and a Bard. Looking for love yet scared to be held down.

He doesn’t know why he has this problem. He has always had this fear of just giving all his love and affection into someone and them to just discard it like nothing and leave. He thinks it will always be this way. Well, maybe he hasn’t met the right person to change his thought process.

Y/n is a monk. She dedicated herself to be holy and never medal with the affairs of the darkness. No matter what it was. She had her stray moments that she is not proud of but, she forgave herself and her ancestors have as well. She is not associated with a God of any sort. Not yet anyway. She hasn’t found the right one she wants to dedicate her life to.

She wears a sapphire and gold amulet to represent her family. She is a fighter. She’s not all that much peaceful. She has righteous judgment and will crush her enemies. She uses a specially crafted short sword that was pasted down in her family for generations. She also has an enchanted gold arm brace that turns into a gold staff on command to get her out of tight situations. She travels around the world trying to find her place. She helps people when needed and she brings judgement upon the unjust.

How her and Scanlan met was interesting.

Scanlan and the crew were doing a small bounty to get some coin in there pocket for there new (New to them) Keep. Well, the thieves camp they came to clear had the thieves that they were looking for… plus, a lot of company. Scanlan thought it was a criminal convention with how many there were. He soon got surrounded as did the rest of the group individually. He was about to strum to use Mage Hand to get out of there but, one of his strings broke,

“Oh Damn it. Why now of all times!?!”

Right before one of the attackers struck, a SHING was heard. Scanlan watched as a girl launched herself out of the tree that was behind him, land in front of him, and deflect the attack coming towards him. She wore blue robes that crossed her body from hip to shoulder. She had wraps around her chest and knuckles. From this angle, that’s all Scanlan could see. She kicked the attacker away with such a force that he was knocked back into the crowd behind him and he knocked over a few of the guys he flew into. Scanlan’s eyes were wide,

“Oh Damn.”

The mysterious girl sheathed her sword and quickly turned to the gnome bard. She held out her hand,

“Let’s help your friends now. I’ll be by your side.”

The bard blushed slightly. She was gorgeous. She had beautiful raven hair tied in a ponytail with a stripe of silver hair pulled forward to blow in the wind. Her stunning blue eyes made contact with his amber ones. He hesitantly took her hand,

“Y-Yeah. Let’s do that.”

The girl took the gold band off of her arm and tossed into the air, instantly turning it into a staff. Soon enough, they were launched into the air.. The staff was back to the band on her arm. Scanlan kept his eyes screwed shut until his feet gently made contact with the ground. He opened his eyes to see the rest of his group. Pike was the first to say something,

“Scanlan! Where did you go? You just upped and disappeared!”

Scanlan finally removed his hand from yours as he ran towards his group,

“Well, I got surrounded and my string broke but, this girl saved me.”

The said girl was already taken off into battle. She had her short sword drawn and was helping. She weaved amongst the group like she had been fighting with them her whole life. She knew where she was needed and when.

After that all the thieves were defeated, the group finally caught there breath. Scanlan looked up and saw his savior making her way out of the village. He quickly tossed his lute aside and ran to catch up with her.

“Wait! Hey!”

He called out as he ran towards her. She stopped in her tracks and looked at him over her shoulder. When he finally caught up, he put his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath,

“B-before you g-go. I just wanted to ask you a question.”

He finally got his breathing under control and stood up,

“I want to know the name of my savior please.”

This made the girl tilt her head and put her hand into her short pocket. Her eyes held such purity and kindness.

“My name is Y/n. I am one with the wind and the bringer of justice. If you need me, Call to it.”

With that, she tossed an opal carving to the gnome bard. Little did he know that the carving was of her family crest, if he was going to ask around about her, that would give him the answers he seeks. He stumbled to catch the the carving but caught it. The carving was a ring with a beautiful flower in the middle. As he struggled slightly, a breeze swept over the land. He looked up to see that she was gone. Gone with the breeze.

He stood there for a second with the words ringing in his head. He slowly turned back to the group and made his way back to them.

*TIME SKIP A COUPLE MONTHS*

Scanlan could not get the girl out of his head. Every time he went to make moves on anyone, his heart would hurt. He thought about her every second of every day. Every time he would think of anyone else, his heart would ache. He didn’t know what was happening to him. He kept her carving in his pocket at all times.

The day after that encounter with her, he asked around with the carving until he found a monk that knew what the carving was. He told Scanlan that the carving was the crest of the Sato family. The last of them pasted away long ago. There has been many rumors of a helping girl that carry’s the crest. The monk told him that the only girl born in the Sato family was a girl named Y/n, which the monk thought that‘s who the girl was. Scanlan confirmed it. The monk told him as much as he could remember of the family. Scanlan absorbed all of it. He at least knew a lot more about this girl but, the more he knew, the more he would think about her and the more his heart would ache.

He sat up in the night and just think about Y/n. His room was eerily silent. His ears picked up on the whistling of the wind. Wait… wind. Hold on.

He quickly sat up and put on his robe. He will get to the bottom of this right now. He will stop these all nighters and the heat aches.

Scanlan made his way to the Keep’s garden and stood in the middle of it. He held the carving and looked at it before speaking to the wind,

“Hey. I don’t think this is what you meant but… Oh screw it. Y/n, I need you.”

The carving softly glowed blue before the glow disappeared. He looked up to see the cause of his inner turmoil. Y/n stood on the wall of the Keep. She dropped down and walked to the nearby pond and took a seat, crossed legged.

Scanlan stared in shock. His heart pounded in his ears. His breath caught in his throat. He slowly walked to the sitting figure. Y/n eyes watched him carefully. He sat next to her, facing her. He locked eyes with her. The pure, kind eyes looked into his troubled ones.

Y/n knew what was wrong. She reads auras. She can feel the turmoil and confusion in his. She closed her eyes to ask her ancestors what to do. She slowly opened her eyes after being told. To cleanse his spirit would be more than a ritual, it would be a self sacrifice.

She locked eyes with him again and reached her hand out and caressed his cheek,

“I know what your troubles are. I sought out guidance on how to help you. You seek love but, is scared to take the leap of faith.”

She leaned closer to inspecting his face before continuing,

“As someone of faith, I know the consequences of wrong leaps but, sometimes, we have to just do it and hope it goes the best. My ancestors tell me to leap but, only if you are.”

The gnome’s brain short circuited. She knew everything. She understands him.

‘Am I ready to leap? Love one person for the rest of my life? It’s what I want…. Yes. I want to leap.’

After a couple seconds of thinking, Scanlan leaned forward to meet his lips with her’s. Finally, Scanlan found relief in his spirit. He knew that she was his ground. He refuses to be though out it for any longer. The kiss got progressively more needy. Scanlan snaked his tongue it her mouth. She let out a small moan. Her hands reached out and wrapped around him and found there way into his hair.

Y/n couldn’t believe that her ancestors were approving this. They know he is the one so, this is going to help him be put unto the right track. The one he has longed for. She was his savior, his salvation, her ground. He will let her know that she is all those and more.

Scanlan pulled her into his lap. He groped at her body. He knew this is the one. He will change for her. She is what he desired. He knew that she would be loyal and never just disappear. She will always be there for him.

The breeze woke them from there lust induced haze. He shivered.

“Maybe we should take this to my room.”

He lead her by her hand into the Keep and to his room. When he got to his room, he opened the door. After leading her to his plum silk sheets, he shut the door. He soon joined her on the bed. Of course, taking control.

The kissing resumed and soon, clothes were tossed across the room. Y/n lied under he kissed down her body, worshiping every inch of her. She absorbed every single kiss, suck, and nibble. He left hickeys across her body. Not one place didn’t have a bruise forming.

Y/n was a moaning mess as he made his way down.

“My Love, before we continue, how long has it been for you?”

Y/n swallowed thickly,

“It’s been about 8 years, My Beloved.”

Scanlan smirked,

“I promise I will be as gentle as I can but, with as beautiful as you are and ALL mine, I don’t know how gentle I can be for long.”

Y/n nodded,

“Scanlan, I am prepared. I’m stronger than I look and flexible.”

He kissed her thigh as he sat between her legs as he stared up at her,

“I know but, overstimulation is the slayer of the strongest people.”

With that he kissed her open clint, her heat was covered with her slick, she was more than ready for the real deal but, he wants to play with his beloved. He was to drive her insane. He wanted her to cum as may times as she could. She has been deprived for so long. He will make her reliant on his touch and his cock for pleasure. She is now his. He is now her’s. He wants the first time to be the best time of both over there lives.

As his lips kissed her heat, she let out a moan. Her hands reached down to grip his hair. He kept on. He started to prod your entrance with his tongue.

Soon enough, he added one of his hands that were holding onto your quivering thighs. He inserted a figure in to the tight wetness. He could feel you clinch on his finger.

Y/n arched her back and moaned. He started to move the finger back and forth with his hungry mouth. He was hungry for you. He wanted you to cum in his mouth. You taste like heaven to him already. He wants more, so much more.

Y/n’s thighs quivered more and more. Her hands gripped his hair as more stimulation was added. When he added a second finger, she felt a long sought feeling build in her abdomen.

Scanlan started to scissor the two digits, slowly stretching the tight hole. He sucked harder as he felt her start to arch and quiver more. He removed his other hand from your thigh and moved it to play with your swollen bud. That’s when you lost it. Hands gripped harder, thighs squeezed together, and a cry left her lips,

“My Beloved! Scanlan!”

He quickly removed his fingers and lightly sucked on your womanhood until all the juices were cleaned up by his mouth. While catching her breath, Y/n looked down to see Scanlan sucking on his fingers, cleaning them off. She saw her wetness drip down his hand as he lapped it up like a thirsty animal.

He smirked up at her,

"If you think that was all, Babe, you are greatly mistaken."

With that, he crawled forward, taking off his boxers in the process. She blushed at the slight glimpse she saw of his manhood before Scanlan blocked her sight with a kiss.

He kissed her with such passion and love that her hands reached up and found his way into his hair. The kiss seemed to last forever until Y/n felt his tip prod at her entrance.

The kiss ended. Scanlan breathed heavily has he looked down at her with such lust and love,

"Let's make some Sweet Melodies together."

She nodded vigorously.

When he entered her, all his work paid off. He was able to slide right in. No discomfort crossed her face, only pleasure filled moans and sighs.

Scanlan thrusted his hips at a set rhythm. He groaned along with her symphony of moans. The slapping sound of skin on skin was heard along with it.

His hands traveled around her body as hers did the same. He caressed her body while whispering sweet nothings to her has they made love.

Soon enough, Y/n felt that knot in her stomach form for the second time tonight. Her back arched once again. Scanlan immediately wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her start to tighten around his cock. He started to move his hips faster.

He actually felt like he was gonna come with her. This would be the fasted time he came in his life but, he was happy it was with his Love. Maybe that was a sign that she was the one.

Soon enough, Y/n reached down and grabbed his shoulders. She gripped onto him as she chanted 'I'm cumming' over and over again. Scanlan responded after a couple seconds with 'Me too, My Love. Me too.'

They then came together. He never usually empties himself in this partners but, this time, he did without hesitation. Y/n felt his cum fill her up. She knew why he did. He felt safe and secure with her. He knew that whatever happens, will happen and he will be there every step of the way and so will she.

After they both came down from their highs, Scanlan grabbed a nearby washcloth that he had in his drawer. He pulled out and cleaned himself off before cleaning Y/n off. He tossed the rag into the darkness and crawled up to cuddle his beautiful girlfriend.

She turned towards him and he turned to her. They interlocked on hand as they gazed into each other's eyes. He squeezed his hand a little tighter,

"I love you so much. Thank you for wanting to be mine."

She gave him a smile and squeezed back,

"I love you so much too. Thank you for overcoming your fears and deciding to stay with me."

"We can thank your ancestors for that."

They then shared a sweet kiss before cuddling under the sheets, sleeping until late in the morning.

Scanlan's dreams were not troubling to him now that the one with him is now his. His past dreams that he used to have with faceless women now all had his Love's faces. He knew this was it and he would fight to never have it taken away.

Thank you for reading! Let me know if you enjoyed this! I do take requests, as most of you know! See you in the next one!