#*pinches his lobster cheeks*

[il-predestinato]

Max Verstappen: 2x WDC and nominee for “Best Actor in a Leading Role” 🤭

🎥: fordperformance

[fangisms]

playfight

A/N: first of all, she is REALLY in her active era, hold the applause. second this is so borderline smutty and disgustingly self indulgent... it had to be done gif creds: @drunkblushed

Pairings: Theodore Nott x GN!Reader

Summary: Theo finds a way to motivate you out of bed. Hint: it includes body heat and physical contact. 0.5k words

Warnings: fluff with like a self indulgent pinch of smuttiness, more like heavy petting and a little spicy, lovesickness

You'd been inside all day, soaking in the cool tranquility of the Parkinson family lodge. With your group of friends always nearby and a good book always in hand, it can't get better than this.

"Topolina mia..."

Theo calls you like an emergency siren before he pounces on top of you, straddling the backs of your thighs and leering over your shoulder like a hungry leopard. You whine and he just giggles boyishly into your ear.

"Theo!"

His cold, pink nose presses to your pulsing jugular, teeth pinching the delicate skin. You whine and reach around, cupping the back of his head and resting your book against the pillow. Soft puffs of air fan out across your throat. He groans with contempt.

"It's cold in here"—his fingers fuss with the edge of your sweater—"If you want to be cold, why don't you come outside with us?"

"Too cold."

His laugh rolls up your spine, and when you try to flip yourself over, he pins your forearms to the bed. Suddenly, you're defenseless and he spreads your thighs with his knee.

Theo whispers into the tender warmth of your temple, "you're losing."

You let him overpower you, resting your cheek on the mattress but wriggling in his grasp to test him. 

"Not fair," you protest, "Rules unclear."

It's not so entertaining to Theo who gives you a little less wiggle room, pressing his hips to yours. Slotting his hips between your thighs.

"Are you coming to the pub later?" he asks. You pinch your eyes closed.

"I could. Or I could stay here and nap."

He groans. Just one shift of his pelvis has you relaxing beneath him. It's snowing, but he keeps you warm.

"You've been napping all day. Come with us," he pleads, pushing your sweater up and smiling when you writhe under his icy touch, "per favore?"

You mumble something into the mattress.

"Can't hear you."

You lift your head and sigh. "Damn you. Oh, how I love to stay in. But then again, oh, how I love you."

With Theo's weight loose on your upper body, you manage to twist, and he smiles and nudges your nose with his like a lover. Like he's your lobster, but he looks more like a buck. Then he kisses you.

It's slow and syrupy. He wastes no time in pushing his tongue into your mouth. It's his favorite party trick because you always let him show it off. Only with the promise that you'll cradle his face while he does it, though.

Theo hastily pats your ass and rolls off the bed. Holding out his hand to you, he cocks his brow expectantly.

"Coming?"



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[icarusredwings]

Was asked what Wade thinks about his skin after his powers and cancer are taken away. If he would cover up still even when it's hot. And I would like to say yes. He automatically does it as muscle memory.

Logan: Why are you covered up? Its july

Wade: babe you know how people think about me. I dont wanna scare the kids

Logan: .... Wade you are quite literally the third hottest guy in our apartment complex..

Wade wont let logan place himself lower then him EVER so he always has to say hes at least the second, but also, this one guy down the hall is a body builder husband and both logan and wade flirt with him sometimes. Its insane.

"LOGAN!! Mr. Plesetski is taking out the trash again!!"

"Really? Again?.. damn..."

*both of them AND puppins at the window*

Al: yall are some freaks..

Harold and Sheryl Plesetski are their neighbors down the hall. Real nice people.

Honestly this is the only man that wade is allowed to flirt with freely without his face getting beat in.

He just kinda rolls his eyes amused because its nice to see wade happy and giddy. Besides. Mr. Plesetski is one of the only people that makes wade feel good about how he looks, he means it as a innocent compliment but wade takes it as flirting.

Wade, in the hall: *pretends to struggle carrying in groceries*

Logan: ? What are you-

Wade: SHH- Oh Mr. Plesetski! Could you please help me? I did chemo today so..

Mr. Plesetski: Hm? Oh yes of course! Your appartments 204 right?

Wade: Yes it is! Thank you so much! Soooo... what are you doing this weekend?

Mr. Plesetski: Oh, no, thank you for asking. Im taking Sheryl mini golfing and then to the lobster shack. You?

Wade: *drooling*

Logan: *nudges him* Hes gonna be sleeping. A lot.

Mr. Plesetski: From the chemo? Im so sorry. You know- Sheryl could knit you a hat if youd like. I know you probably get cold easily. My mother did when she had her breast cancer.

Wade: Uh huh *his ass is not litsening*

Logan: *rolls his eyes smirking and shaking his head* wow

Sometimes Wade still gets jealous if Logan is a bit too interested, tho because Wade thinks compared to Harold. He's like a 0, and he's a 100

Logan: *lingering after 'bumping' into him* Hey so.. Do you know any good gyms around here? Cause.. obviously, you weren't born like that

Mr. Plesetski: *laughs* I actually go to the one over on the corner of 6th. You're free to join me sometime. I know how hard it can be to find a good routine at this age.

Logan: hah.. yeaah... this age.. you're like. What? 35?

Mr. Plesetski: Ha! Close! Im 53.

Logan: damn-

Mr. Plesetski: Excuse me?

Logan: I-i mean.. Im *panics* 62

Mr. Plesetski: *pats his back* Well id say you look pretty good for 62. Alright. Suppose I should get back. It's meatloaf night.

Logan, blushing: H-heh... yeah..

Logan, later: Hey wade? Have you seen my shorts?

Wade, crossing his arms on the couch: Why dont you ask Mr. Plesetski!?

Logan: Oh come on! It's not a big deal!

And then.. you have Carla Boothe...

"Hey Howlie have you- DAMN, Well let me put on my glasses to have a look at ya. God your gorgeous! Winston come look at this ass! It's bigger then yours!"

And unironically, this makes Mr. Plesetski a little uncomfortable but respects her enough not to shoo her away as she pinches his cheek and tells him how cute he is. "Uhhh.. thanks? I-i think Sher is calling.."

"Mh mh mmh. Althea dear you have no clue what youre missing." She tells her partner, who rolls her eyes. "Yall are some sick fucking teases. I hope you know that..."

Hell. Even Puppins likes him, always trying to mark him as hers by peeing on his foot. Or maybe it's because she dislikes her papa flirting with him and not logan. Who knows. Shes a weird dog.

"Whats Mr. Plesetski look like?" You may be asking.

Imagine Hugh jackman had a baby, and the baby daddy is between Pedro Pascal and Oscar Issac.

That is Mr. Plesetski.

[simplyholl]

Fireworks

Summary: Loki uses an illusion while you have fun during a fireworks show.

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ Only.

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“We can’t, not here.” You protest, trying to talk some sense into your fuck buddy, Loki. “No one will miss us.” He tempts you, raising a suggestive eyebrow. You can’t resist him, it was like trying to hold your breath. Eventually you would give in, needing him more than you ever thought possible.

The Fourth of July was usually reserved for barbecues and pool days, but this year Tony wanted to throw a lavish dinner party to impress some higher ups who still had their doubts about the Avengers. So here you were, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes wearing stuffy suits and elegant gowns eating prime rib and lobster instead of wearing swimsuits and stuffing your faces with hotdogs.

You all had been warned to be on your best behavior, especially Loki and Thor whose Asgardian liquor often times made them and everyone they shared it with bad decision makers. You wished you could blame the alcohol when you took Loki’s hand, letting him guide you out of the dining hall while everyone started to gather outside for fireworks. But you didn’t drink anything except for water. You didn’t have an excuse, momentarily dickmatized, you went willingly.

“Nope. Not tonight, get your asses back here right now.” Tony stops you, pointing to the wrap around porch the others were gathering on. You sigh, giving your best puppy dog eyes to him, hoping it would work. If anyone understood the importance of getting off, it was Tony.

“Don’t give me that look. If we didn’t have the very people who could shut us down in attendance, I would even cover for you. But we have to make it seem like we are the best people they know.” Tony explains, adjusting the collar on his dress shirt nervously.

Loki turns, following him out, never letting go of your hand. Once Tony does a headcount, Loki brings you to the darkest corner of the porch. A flash of green passes by so quickly, you’re sure you imagined it. But this is Loki, and he was always up to something.

“What are you doing?” You whisper so no one can hear you. One of the old men look in your direction, you fake a smile and wave at him until he takes his attention off you. In the distance Mr. USA himself, Steve Rogers sets off the first firework. An explosion of red lighting up the sky.

“Do you trust me?” Loki whispers in your ear. “Yes, but now’s not the time to live up to your namesake, Mischief.” You answer, eyes narrowing suspiciously. You would both be in big trouble, possibly kicked off the team if you did anything to portray the Avengers in a negative way tonight. “To everyone else, it looks like we are enjoying the fireworks. They can’t see what we are really doing.”

He leans down to gently kiss your shoulder, long fingers sliding your dress straps down your arms exposing your breasts. You gasp, trying to cover yourself. The nosy old man from earlier looks over at you, but doesn’t notice your uncovered body. He looks away as another firework illuminates the darkness.

“I would never let them look at you like this.” He purrs. His rich voice washing away any doubt you had. He nuzzles his head to your chest, his fingers lightly pinching your nipples. You moan, and Natasha turns, looking at you questioningly. “They can’t see what we are doing, darling, but they can hear us.”

“Loki, we have to stop.” He instantly goes still. “What’s wrong?” You rub his cheek to reassure him. “I can’t be quiet. They will hear us.” You can see the gears turning in his head, his eyes lighting up when he gets an idea.

Loki drops to his knees, large hands sliding up your thighs until he reaches your panties. He works them down your legs as you watch in anticipation. He wads them up, his obscenely big hand covering them completely as he brings them to your face. His thumb taps your bottom lip, beckoning it open. When your mouth forms an O, Loki places your panties inside. “There that should muffle any sound you make.”

You watch in disbelief, turned on by his antics. You feel the unmistakable warmth of your arousal drip down your thighs. Loki lifts your gown, settling on his knees once again. He places your leg over his shoulder, your fingers tangle in his curls as he dives in.

His talented tongue swirls your clit before dipping inside you. He thrusts his tongue, while the tip of his nose rubs against your most sensitive part. You shudder, lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.

Loki takes your clit between his lips, sucking gently as his tongue flicks in unison. Your legs tremble as his soft licks grow firmer. You groan, your panties keeping the sound from reaching the ears of the others. But Loki hears it, he loves that you will do anything for him.

You’re typically a rule follower, always early for your appointments, avoiding trouble at any cost. Until he showed up, he turned your world upside down. You would never consider letting someone eat you out in front of company, depending on him to use his magic to conceal you. You would never trust anyone else like him. He supposed that was what he liked the most. You trust him completely.

He strokes you with his velvet tongue once more, adding two fingers. The intrusion sends you spiraling. Fireworks exploding behind your closed eyelids mirroring what was happening around you. You bite down on your panties, fighting every primal urge to scream Loki’s name.

Loki turns you around, pressing you against the building. He quickly slides his pants down, reaching below to gather your dress, bunching it up on your side. His large hands run along the curve of your backside, giving it a squeeze. He parts your legs with his own, positioning himself.

He bottoms out in one thrust, you moan loudly, praying the panties will do their intended job. You always feel so full, so complete when you have sex with Loki. No one could ever compare. He slides his hand between you, thumb working your clit as you clench around him.

The sounds of skin slapping against each other is unmistakable. You can’t be bothered to worry about it when he rearranges your guts like this. You’ll feel it all night and tomorrow. You always do. Your side will ache, too sore to bend over. It was a delicious reminder of him.

The finale of the fireworks coincided with your orgasm. You were thankful for the noise of the pyrotechnics. Every drag of his cock made you scream as you came around him. He was close behind, spilling inside you as your visitors clapped when the show was over.

Loki turns you around, retrieving your panties from your mouth and using them to wipe away the mess he made of you. He kisses your shoulder before pulling your dress straps back where they belong. You extend your hand reaching for your panties, but he shakes his head placing them in his pocket instead.

Another flicker of green surrounds you, dropping the illusion. Loki motions to your hair, letting you know you have more than a few tresses out of place. You’re smoothing your hair down as Natasha comes over, a knowing smirk on her full lips. “It sounded like you two were doing more clapping than our visitors over there.” She says, laughing as she walks away.

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[richeeduvie]

That visual you shared of Roman with lipstick all over his face made me go AHHHHHHHH 👹👹👹

Anyways, I thought of that meme that’s something like “to be loved is to be changed” and it’s absolutely Roman after Baby, once they get to be happy ofc

I thought of a drunken newlywed Baby and Roman, they’ve had quite a bit of champagne at the wedding reception and it’s around that time where everyone is dancing and tipsy and he has Baby’s lips tip everywhere.

My most pathetic boy deserves that!!! 😭

He has to be the most beautiful groom ever. You don't think anybody can compare.

Roman's perfectly red.

"Can we like? Can we go to Maine, now? Let's get out genitals pinched by lobsters. I had a dream about that when we decided our honeymoon."

"I know, Rome. You told me."

"Why the fuck would I remember? I'm drunk."

"Was is it erotic or more like a standard nightmare?"

"...I'd rather have you pinch my dick."

You smile, kissing your lipstick stain on Roman's cheek. He wipes his neck, smudging the stain there.

"Sorry."

It's a tipsy, mumbled apology.

"Just an hour or two more for that."

"Fuck yeah."

You've got a tipsy head too, but you know Roman would be just as beautiful in the tux and lipstick if you were sober. You'll wake up and it'll hit you well. Your arm comes around his shoulder blades to rub his shoulder, head leaning into his neck.

"You've given me a slutty variation of chicken pox."

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, wife. I find it super agreeable." Roman looks around, hands pressing against each other. "Are we supposed to dance?"

"We can. Or you can just stay here. Get even sluttier."

"...Well, there goes that supposement."

"Not a word, Rome."

"You might as well finish the job and-hey!"

Roman giggles this high, hyena giggle when you peck your lips soft on the underside of his jaw.

"Jesus fuckin-" And he giggles, it fills you up like warm champagne. "Stop poking me!"

"Can I bite your neck?"

You just want him so badly. You deserve him, it's your wedding, after all.

He makes these noises, watching nobody on the floor.

"You want to go all the way with blood? That's psychotic-ow!"

He moans and grunts and groans, eyes squeezing.

"I'm really glad you're my wife. I've got you locked in. You're not going anywhere, good fucking luck with that."

You kiss Roman's bite mark with a smile, leaving him in high groans.

Nobody else gets to bleed by you. That's the least Roman fucking deserves.

[mystwrites]

I'M BACK HELLO :D the lee tanizaki thing you wrote was so cute, i have to request another fic 🖤

this time hmm- could you maybe do lee geto and ler gojo with 💃 and 🥥: "oh come on, loosen up a little!" please?

again, no worries at all if this doesn't speak to you or you don't wanna write it for whatever reason, i hope you're having the loveliest day 🖤🖤

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“Oh sweet!! I love this song!!” Gojo cried, jumping out of his seat and starting to dance. “C’mon Suguru! I need a dance partner!”

“No thanks. I like watching you dance.” Geto replied, amazed at the moves Gojo had. “Damn dude! Since when could you move like that?”

“What do you mean? I always had these killer moves!” Gojo shot back, wiggling his arms.

Geto snickered as he watched his best friend do the most ridiculous dance moves. Maybe blasting music in the dorm at this hour was a bad idea but he didn’t care. As long as Gojo was being silly, he’d willingly suffer the whack to the head Yaga would give them.

“Suguru! C’mon!” Gojo urged, doing the moonwalk over to him. “Dancing is so much fun! I need a partner!”

Geto laughed, watching as Gojo tried to go up onto his toes and do the Michael Jackson classic pose. “Sorry man, I don’t have the same…slick moves as you.” he replied, laughing harder as Gojo fell over holding his feet. “And you know you’re no ballerina, Satoru.”

Gojo frowned and stood up, continuing to dance as he approached Geto. Now slightly nervous, Geto scooted back until he felt his back press up against the wall. That specific look Gojo got when he intended to stir up some trouble was present.

“Suguru.~” Gojo purred, yanking Geto up and spinning him.

“Hey! Dude, cut it out! I don’t wanna dance!” Geto squeaked, finding himself dipped and Gojo’s hand supporting his lower back. “Okay, you’re on thin ice, Satoru. Let me go!”

“Oh come on! Loosen up a little!” the white haired teen chuckled, pulling him back up only to poke his sides. “Plus, it’s just the two of us. Shoko and the others can’t tease us.~”

“S-still!” Geto argued, a wide grin on his face. “The music is too loud! Turn it down! We might get in trouble! I’m not even supposed to be in your dorm after the last incide-AAAHA! Oh my gohohosh, dude! Knohohock it off!!”

Knowing this would get a reaction from the dark haired teen, Gojo continued to poke his sides. A slight blush formed on Geto’s cheeks and when Gojo lobster pinched his sides, Geto jerked away. The funniest part was that he jerked away at the exact moment the beat dropped, Gojo dancing as he sauntered over to give him another jab to the tummy.

Gojo only followed his every move, poking, prodding and squeezing the ticklish spots he had memorized. He knew that Geto would break down and submit. It was just a matter of consistently poking Geto’s weak spots.

“There we go!” Gojo exclaimed, continuing to tickle his best friend and watch him dance around to avoid him. “But now actually move to the beat of the song, you silly goose! Let loose! Hey that rhymes!”

Geto jumped around the room, trying his best to avoid Gojo’s tickling fingers. “Ihihit was a shitty rhyme! HEY! No!!”

It became a little tango, Geto laughing and trying to stay away while Gojo tried to get as close as possible to him. After a few more minutes of forcing Geto to move to the beat of the song, Gojo decided that was enough and tackled him to the floor, the two a pile of flailing limbs.

“Hey! Dahahammit Satoru!!” Geto growled, raising his hand in an attempt to bonk his friend on the head playfully. “You’re reheheally getting on my last ne-AAAAHAHAHA!! QUIT IT YOU AHAHAHASS!! SHOKOOOOOO!! HEHEHELP!!!”

“Wow! Calling me names now, Suguru?~” Gojo teased, pressing his cheek against Geto’s. “I’m hurt! I thought you loved me more than you loved Shoko!”

“IHIHI TAHAHAKE IT BAHACK!! MY LOVE FOHOHOR YOU HAHAHAS BEEHEHEHEEN REVOKED!! AHAHAHAA!!” Geto spat, slapping at Gojo’s wandering fingers.

“Oh hell no! That won’t happen! I’m gonna tickle you until you take it back and say that you love me!”

“YOU AHAHARE A PAIN IN THE AHAHASS, SATORUUUHUHUHU!!” Geto cried, finally submitting to the tickles.

Gojo snickered as he drilled his thumbs into the dips of Geto’s hips. Screw dancing, getting Geto to dance was a lost cause from the start. Maybe all Gojo wanted was to hear his best friend’s incredible laugh.

And maybe, just maybe, Geto enjoyed the silliness as well.

A/N: Thanks for another great request Rey! I hope you enjoyed some Gojo and Geto silliness😆

[cosyie]

Abby anderson x chubby! Reader

Abby w big butt reader

Abby honestly would jus be so touchy and grabby with your butt like ..

When you bend down to pick up your weapon or get something from your backpack she'll stare at your butt and then come behind you n pretend she's fuckin' you, and then she'll let out the cutest laughs and giggles when you glare at her and rolled your eyes (secretly you looovvveee ittt) but you smiled it off as well. Also if you have backpockets she'll put her hands in there to keep them warm..annddd whenever she leans to kiss you she grabs your back gently and kisses you. ♡

Abby w big bust reader

O m g I personally think she's a boob girl bc her boobs small and she just wants loves how boobs feel in general and she's like always squishing them with her hands when you guys have to share a bedroom when on patrol and lev is in the other room and kinda hearing yalls conversations and he's like " 😰 ",

Also she uses your breasts as stress relievers like a stress ball and she just like jiggles them and squeezed them gently every second, causing you to giggle as she kissed your cheeks and she's just looking at you like you're a literally goddess as you let out your cute lil giggles.

Headcanons

Abby fell inlove with you as soon as she saw your chubby body and cute face, rescuing her and lev from wlf/scars/anyone who's hunting them.

When you bought her to your hideout where your family and friends lives and you had to clean her bloody noise and stuff she jus admired your face as you were close up and then you smiled awkwardly and asked "there's something on my face?" And Abby shook her head slightly and shook her head 'no' as she said so and she was blushing🤭. (You didn't notice bc of her injuries on her face) She then asked you her name and then you guys became partners about 8months later because Abby was literally questioning her sexuality else it would have been 2 months 😪.

She loves your stomach sm she lays her head down on it as she reads the books she got from you.

Also she loves your chubby cheeks sm (if you have) she'll literally pinch them and nibble on them lightly as she and you giggled.

Lev is literally like your child now, lev loves you sm and I think he'll be very comfortable around you to tell you any of his problems, also he loves when he hugs you bc your like so soft and gentle and he just..melts into your touch. (I love him sm 🥺)

Also abby is really overprotective over you, if a man was staring at you with any hint of lust she's ready to square up with him (because most men never saw your body type or anyone with it due to the virus and most women are skinny/slightly musclar and you're just so gorgeous and curvy.)

Abby loves you so so much, you think you're too heavy? She picks you up quite easily on patrols causing you to gasp as she laughed and she's like "see baby? You're not heavy🙄" and you squirmed a bit and blushed as you asked her to put you down, thinking you'll break her, but she handles you just fine, and she'll like "ok babe😪", she then puts you down as she pulls you by the waist and kisses you and then Lev walks in and says "uhmm..you guys ready to go..?😐" and you both look at him and abby hands left your waist as you she held your hand and then you guys walked up, meeting lev and abby ruffles his hair and you giggled softly as Lev looks at abby like this " >:(" and then he smiles as you guys laughed and talked about what yall gonna have for dinner. (strawberries and lobster) <3

Hi this was my first time writing on Tumblr or in general so idk what the fuck is going on so pls forgive me.😭

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 20

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

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Your cheeks are flushed with heat as the server returns with your entrees. Lloyd shamelessly keeps his hand nestled between your tingling thighs, clamped in an attempt at modesty. He sits forward to eat with his free hand as you can barely keep your head from wobbling. You feel as if everyone in the place has witnessed your undoing.

“Mmm, better get it while it’s hot,” he scoops up a mouthful of season potatoes, “I’m not spending money for nothing, babe.”

He pinches you before finally removing his hand. He takes his knife, not bothering to wipe the glisten from his fingers, as he cuts into his filet. You slowly sit up as your eyes flick over to Colin as he reads over the bill.

He avoids meeting your gaze but you’re happy for it, humiliated and hot. You pick at the lobster tail with your fork and peer down at your plate. This night couldn’t be over soon enough.

“Aw, don’t pout, baby, I’m just getting started,” he bites into a chunk of juicy beef, chewing noisily.

“Hey!” There’s a shout and the clatter of a tray as empty dishes crash onto the floor. You look up as a man shoves a waiter out of his way, skidding on his soles as he stops beside Colin’s table, “what the fuck is going on here?”

Your mouth falls open as Lloyd reaches for his whiskey and finishes it with a pop of his lips, “looks like he got my message.”

“What?” You look at him as he watches with delight.

“Tell me you haven’t dreamed of this. Look at the coward, he’s about to piss his pants.”

“Wh–why?”

“Oh come on, you should be thanking me,” he leans back and drapes his arm over your shoulders, “in fact, you’re gonna thank me. On the way back. When we get there. And so on. The night is young, sweet cheeks.”

You look back to the scene across the restaurant, reminded of the night you came and Colin left you alone and nearly sobbing. The words he said to you then and after. The accusations that proved to be little more than projection.

For once, you agree with this douchebag at your elbow. He deserves this.

“That’s my fucking wife!” The much bigger man drags Colin out of his seat. Your husband couldn’t be called small but he was shorter and more slender than the bull shaking him by his collar, “my slut of a wife!”

Those words sting and you tilt your head. You know what it’s like to be on the receiving end yet you can’t feel sorry for the blond grabbing onto the angry man’s arm. She did this. They both did. They ruined two marriages for what?

“Do you ever come here without making a scene?” You lift your cocktail and drain it until there’s only a few chips of melted ice.

“I don’t do quiet,” he shrugs and goes back to his meal, “and I like a show with my dinner.”

You sniff as a gaggle of waiters try to calm the raging man throttling your husband. The mention of police moves the rabble towards the door but not without chaos. Table wobble with the impact of the intertwined man as heels click in their stead, following the fight outside.

“I need another drink,” you put your glass down, “preferably a double.”

Lloyd raises his hand and whistles, “garcon.”

You cringe and sink down lower. His quick response would be flattering if it wasn’t completely patronizing.

💎

Your stomach is unsettled, the pasta sitting like a lump as your anxiety flickers in your chest. You sit back in the low car seat and frame your forehead with your hand. A nice relaxing shower somehow ended in you being wound tighter than before.

"Baby, better keep me awake, you don't want me falling asleep at the wheel, do ya?" Lloyd says as he steers out into the street, giving his stomach a slap, "god, that was good, wasn't it?"

His hand slips down and he flicks his belt. You straighten in your seat as his eyes flash at you in the rearview. You repress your agitation and reach between the seats, bending over the stick as you pull back the tail of his belt.

It's just one thing after the other, you gripe inwardly, this man will never let you relax. Never let you catch your breath.

You unhook his belt and open his fly. You want to get home and go to bed. He's just a man, you get him off and he'll be ready for the same. He's hard as you reach beneath the fabric, unsurprised by his lack of briefs.

You take him out and stroke him mechanically. Men are easy when they have their pants down. Your husband proved that. With his own boss. His ex that he never shut up about. You should've known. You were never good enough and now look at you.

You push your mouth around him, grazing him with your teeth.

"Eh, put some love into it," he flinches and rests his hand on your head, "fuck."

You loosen your throat and grimace around him. You bob up and down, the noise making you sick, stirring the storm already whirling in your stomach. He clutches your air as you ignore the ache in your jaw.

Your eyes water at the sudden awareness of yourself, of what you're doing, of how you won't stop. You have nothing and this man made sure of that. Tonight wasn't a favour, it was just another reminder of his power over you.

You drag your tongue up and down, flicking around his tip. You wiggle your nose and force back the haze of tears. No, he won't see you like that. He's seen enough. You're just buzzed, maybe a bit depressed.

You bring your hand up and work him diligently. He groans and swerves as he squeezes his fistful of hand.

"Jeez, baby, you're gonna get us in trouble," he chortles and shoves you down, "ah, you little slut, you already got me ready to blow."

He takes over, guiding your pace as his fingers stretch over your skull. He drags you along his length and groans.

"Yeah, you gobble that dick," he slithers, "I'm gonna cum and you're gonna drink it up, yeah…."

He pushes you to his limit and his hips buck. He snarls and slams on the break, spilling down your throat as he sputters. He grips the wheel tight and holds you in place and drowns you until you're gagging.

He lets you go and you sit up, coughing as you spit up his cum. You fall against the leather as your body vibrates and you cover your face in shame.

"Please," you rasp, "I want to go home."

"Home," he shifts back into gear with a scoff, "what home?"

[gretavanlace]

Here, have a fluffy little Josh blurb inspired by those adorable grocery store pics. No warnings needed. Mini-fluff by gretavanlace?! This may never happen again. Back to our regularly scheduled smut programming later on tonight 💖

“Do you think they have one of those lobster tanks here?” Josh asks, scanning the items lining the shelves as he strolls by. “You know, the ones where they’re alive and you pick the one you want?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, plucking up a bottle of soy sauce. “Why?”

He scrunches his nose, openly disgusted with your choice. “Don’t get that kind.” He shakes his head and replaces the bottle in the cart with the most expensive offered, instead. “Fuckin’ store brands…”

“You’re a food and beverage snob.” You sigh, more than used to his antics by now. “But, back to before.”

“Hmm?”

He’s moved onto something new in his scattered head, so you steer him back on course gently. “The lobsters?”

“Oh,” recollection illuminates his face, raising his eyebrows adorably. “I just thought we could buy them all. You know, set them free.”

His shoulders rise and fall with a little shrug, cheeks coloring pink when he decides it’s a dumb idea after all. “Where though?” He asks himself aloud. “Not an ocean in sight.”

“We could drive.” You offer with a soft hand on his back, both of you ambling towards the bakery in search of bagels. “Get a cooler. Fill it with water to keep them comfy along the way. Give them names. Toss them into the sea and wave them off. Little rescue mission.”

“Make love in the sand after, to celebrate their freedom.” He adds, bumping his hip against your own.

“Josh!” You hiss playfully, glancing around to see if anyone has overheard.

“What?” He questions a bit louder, pretending to misunderstand. “Did you not hear me?” Louder still. “I said we could roll around in the sand and fu—“

You twist a swift pinch into his stomach through the soft cotton of his shirt. “Joshua Michael, I will leave you in this grocery store. I swear to god, I will.”

Your favorite little giggle is his only response as he tosses a bag of blueberry bagels in next to his uppity soy sauce.

“Do we have cream cheese?” Your gaze flutters towards the ceiling, trying to conjure up the contents of your fridge.

“Just get some.” He’s pushing on now, oblivious to the squeaking, wobbling, mess of a wheel that has been grating on your nerves since he yanked the cart free of its brothers near the entrance. “‘Cause if you don’t, and we’re out, you’ll pout.”

You lose yourselves in the tea aisle for a long stretch. Pointing out different flavors and blends, laughing when he gets animatedly excited by a brand that offers its tea in pyramid-shaped bags rather than the traditional square.

Box after box is added to your spoils until you both begin to wonder where the hell you’re going to store it all.

“We need a bigger place.” He quips, off-handedly. “When we buy a house, I want one of those enormous walk-in pantries.”

Suddenly, and unexpectedly, tears are threatening to spill over your cheeks. He notices right away and stops in his tracks. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t cry.” His fingers circle around your wrist warmly to tug your hand to his chest. “What is it?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” you duck your head to avoid any prying eyes and brush the tears away. “You think about things like that? With me?”

He tilts his head in confusion, “Like what? Buying a house?”

“Yeah.” You nod, feeling incredibly on display.

“Yeah.” He parrots. “I do. I think about all of those things with you. A house, getting married, babies…don’t you?”

“Yeah.” There’s that word again. You could swear you were both more eloquent at the beginning of this shopping excursion. “Yeah, I think about those things.”

“Things like having a big ass pantry?” He grins, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

The gesture, so mundane and small, makes your heart flutter right there next to an end cap display of tortilla chips. How domestic and strange.

It seems like it should feel absurd, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

You feel safe. Intimately warm and protected…like the two of you are all alone even whilst standing in this crowded building filled with strangers milling about.

“And a fireplace?” You smile back, toying shyly with the beads resting around his neck.

“And a fireplace.” He agrees.

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 106 // About That Poker Game // Day 105

Contents (Warnings): Not just poker. (Angst, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 4,200+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: None unfortunately

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(Jan. 27th, Friday)

Wicks

He was half paying attention to Lynette's conversation with Claudia over video call. As he did so, he blew over the coffee mug—the steam had finally seized.

His sister was across from him, her back on the bar overlooking the living room. Her herbal tea was next to her in her goofy pup mug of a carefully sculpted poodle. That's what she intended. The reference picture she brought into the sculpting shop when they went as a family and her final product looked very different. Not that my green Super Ranger head came out any better. I had to tell them I was making a bush.

He pushed off his counter next to the coffee machine and sink and put his lower back on the bar to rest beside her to enjoy her company.

As he settled, he tuned into their chatter and heard Claudia ask Lynette if she wanted to hang out for another girls' day. Without hesitation, Wicks leaned next to her, showed his face to Claudia, and said, "That's not happening."

Lynette flicked to him, gasping. Wicks sipped his bitter black coffee as she fumbled to speak, "It-it's going to be in a place with humans this time. We're going ice skating."

Wicks lowered his cup and lifted his free hand to her face. " Let me tell you this again, dear little sister." He pinched her cheek lightly, but it still made her whimper. "You aren't going anywhere outside of work without one of your family members there."

"Don't be a meanie, Wicks!" Claudia said. "Let her go and let go of her cheek, that's best friend privileges only." She did snappy lobster claws with her hands.

"Bwest fwriends?" Lynette acted like she couldn't talk properly while he held her cheek.

Wicks disregarded his sisters' antics and glared at Claudia on the screen. "Excuse you, you better not be laying a finger on my sister when I'm not around. She's MINE to tease...and sometimes Charletta and moms."

"I never consented to being teased," Lynette muttered.

Wicks smiled back at her innocently. "Consents not needed in good jests."

"Very true," Claudia nodded from the other side.

"See." Wicks agreed for a moment, then shifted again to Claudia. "HEY." He took the phone from Lynette. "Don't try to get on my good side. No amount of buttering me up or complimenting my sister will make me say yes." He could see Claudia's cat-like grin. You devious little fae.

Claudia whimpered, "Come on, Wicks. It's my birthday. You're not going to let Lynette miss my party, are you?"

Wicks pointed at the phone, and Lynette held him back from pressing the screen. "You celebrated your birthday with me, you liar!"

"Rats."

Wicks let her cheek go, his shoulder still pressed against hers. He exhaled, his tone falling from playfulness, "Do I have to remind you, my sister, in the last, what-"

"6 months on February 8th." Lynette said.

He jerked his coffee to one side away from her, nearly spilling it. His heart started racing. I've also been through a lot these past months too, but you're my sister. You're not supposed to be involved in any of this. "IN "ABOUT THE LAST 6 MONTHS SHE'S BEEN TAKEN 3 TIMES."

Lynette raised her finger, "With Claudia, it wasn't-"

Wicks didn't let her complete that sentence, "3 times." He returned to the phone, "I don't want her out and about with you guys." He didn't mean to say it so rudely. He really didn't hate Claudia. "No offense. She has a terrible track record with anyone from that pizzeria."

"Please, Lynette and I don't hang out much!" Claudia folded her hands together. Is she holding the device with her other hand? It's still swinging slightly.

Wicks caught his sister's glance. Her eyes were wide and pleading. "Don't hit me with those puppy dog eyes!" He forced himself to look away. "This is not up for debate, Lentils. I don't want you in any more danger."

Someone's voice came from Claudia's end. Wicks didn't see them in the video. "We can have it at our apartment." Their head entered the frame, pushing Claudia out of the way and down onto their couch. It was the green-haired girl with long, curly pigtails.

Wicks understood that she worked the morning shift at the pizzeria and had Claudia illegally registered through Zetsu.

"Our apartment is well guarded as this is a C.P.P.A. complex. If something were to happen, several agents are on standby and strict with who enters."

Garter usually works as security entrance detail at that apartment building when they don't send him on other recons. If he's working that day, I'd feel better. Wicks stared down at the phone. No, I shouldn't risk anyone else finding out about Lynette.

"Is that a yes?" His sister asked.

"Don't start," he bit his lip and lifted the phone to look at Tila better. Her eyes look rather soulless, don't they? Fairies have a lot more life to them in fairytales. "Who's going?"

"Girls from our work. None of whom are interested in Lynette in the way you assume." She spoke concisely.

Wicks looked at Lynette to confirm it. He restrained himself from reading her mind.

"Viola's nice, Zilla's not out for me perse, she goes after the others, and-"

"So she gets Alexander and Drake?"

"Mostly Xander, yeah. I have yet to really see her go after Drake. She goes after Lev, too."

Wicks knew very little about Lev. All he concluded was that he didn't like the face she made when mentioning his name. He eats you to, doesn't he? They're all heathens.

Wicks drifted back to Alexander. The half-wendigo still perplexed him. "I'm surprised anyone would chase a hybrid."

"From what her brother told me," Tila answered for Lynette, "Zilla has tastebuds similar to that of a mimic like him." The word mimic made his body tense. I should have been more attentive. "Their anatomy's quite fascinating." She tipped her head up in thought. "If I remember correctly, there were only five other documented cases of a hybrid between a mimic and something else. Obviously, Wendigo's being the most well-known mimic hybrids, theirs becoming a species-"

Wicks fell from Tila's explanation. Not that he meant to disregard her enthusiasm for her knowledge; he simply had to think.

He threw an arm over his sister's shoulder and politely smiled. "She'll call you guys back." He hung up quick to avoid feedback.

"Wicks, she was talking!"

He placed her phone down along with his coffee cup. "Lentils, I don't want you to be kidnapped ever again. You are so lucky it's worked out so far." He couldn't lock onto her gaze.

He kept failing to protect her.

"You aren't a monster. You shouldn't be hanging out with them." He meant nothing against them. He feared what could happen, even though his first failure wasn't considered something with..." monsters."

"I've been with you guys all this time, right?" She said to prove a point.

Wicks' conflict rose. He wanted to say it. His hands that he brought to her shoulders clutched tighter. He didn't want to see her go again. "It hasn't always been smooth. We hid a lot from you, I did, I..." Please, don't leave again.

Her hand delicately touched his, and she smiled. "I want to be involved. I want to hang out with Claudia. I want to do this. Regardless of how rough things are with training, with them..." She hugged his fingers, "I also like seeing you and Garter interact. It's nice to see you coming out of your shell with other people."

He couldn't look at her—he found himself in a stewpot of embarrassment and worry.

She put her other hand up so she could hold both of his hands on her. "I'm not that strong or capable, I know. I'm still scared of what I don't understand about this. But...I don't want to run away. Six months is coming soon, and I won't get into any more trouble if I can help it."

His soft hazel eyes delicately touched her efficacious forest green. They were stronger and ever so hopeful. Her eagerness surprisingly calmed his anxieties like she'd always be there to help him.

His eyes suddenly burned. He was reminded of when it was stripped from her and what he did to get them back.

"Wicks, I love you."

He made himself smile, "I love you too, Lentils." It's over. He said, refusing to let it come out. "A whole speech to convince me you should go to that girl's day, huh?"

Lynette lightly pulled away. "No, I won't go if it'll put you more at ease."

It would. She smiled either way, and his thoughts argued in his head. He didn't want to keep her from everyone. He wanted her to be happy.

Wicks took a deep breath, shoving down his worries. "Any signs of danger, stab it."

He swore her eyes sparkled. "Wait, you're letting me go?"

"You're not leaving their apartment, okay? If you do, I'll never trust you again."

Lynette immediately threw her arms around him in a big hug. "Thank you!"

He squeezed her tight, "You're welcome."

…

Drake

I still can't believe she let him have ANOTHER day. He thought to himself.

As usual, his back was on the wall across from the time clock, and his best friend was beside him. They had been looking at stuff on their phones separately.

As soon as she gets here, I know you never stop complaining about her. But you don't ever do it anymore when she's not around. Drake scrolled through the recent chapter of mechanical cutting tool dude. He wasn't paying much attention to it. You don't do that to piss me off when I break up your fights, do you? He joked in his head.

The phone buzzing in his hand knocked him out of thought. It was the "manager chat".

It only blew up for two reasons: something happened, or his Dad was planning a vacation. As far as Drake saw, it was quiet today. "Is Dad considering another vacation?" Drake muttered.

Alexander peeked over. Drake wasn't going to hide it from him. However, Drake took the opportunity to see he was playing on his phone.

There were a few cats on screen. He recognized the game, where cats occasionally visited the in-game house when the proper food and toys were there.

"That looks like a game Lynette would play. Talking about it together would be a great way for you guys to bond." Drake snickered as he said it.

Alexander turned off his phone screen, "shut up."

Drake then opened up his texts.

Edgar: I'm considering holding a special pizzeria event at our resort. What do you guys think?" 1:50 p.m.

Elliot: It sounds fine. 1:50 p.m

Sandra: I think the others will enjoy it if they get time to relax too.  1:50 p.m

Tristan: I concur.  1:51 p.m

Edgar: Of course, a night celebration on the first day, so they can enjoy the place during the day and possibly the next. 1:51 p.m

If it's that island off the coast, I haven't been there for a while. He saw another message from his Dad toward him.

Edgar: Hey, Drake, what do you think? Would the night crew bite at that idea? 1:52 p.m

Drake peeked around the corner from the wall he was at and down the hall where his Dad's office was. He imagined his Dad's laughing face from his office.

"And guess who's going to be on watch Shrimp duty." Alexander exhaled as he looked back at his phone.

"You invited her here. You're responsible for her." Drake lightly jabbed Alexander in his ribs.

"YoU'rE tHe OnE wHo InViTeD hEr HeRe." He sassed under his breath. "She's your responsibility, Alex. You should watch her, Alex. Don't worry that you eat humans, and she's the fucking best your body can ever get, Alex. You're overreacting, Alex; it can't bother you that-"

"You kinda are."

"I'm going to fucking end you, you little shit."

Drake pursed his lips to hold his laugh and replied to his Dad.

Drake: That's cool. 1:53 p.m

Edgar: Great, I'll get the paperwork set up. I must also run it by the C.P.P.A. to authorize our special employees.  1:53 p.m

He's talking about Claudia and Tila, right?

"Hey, guys." 

Drake squinted at Lynette's approach, not particularly at her. Alexander was ready to say something and glared at his best friend while greeting Lynette.

Be nice. "Hey, Lynette."

"Hey, Shrimp." Alexander put emphasis on the nickname specifically to rile up him and Lynette.

I'm killing you first.

"It's Lynette." She corrected it like always.

Drake assumed that because he annoyed Alexander earlier, he would start a fight with Lynette." I'm not taking back what I said," he said, smirking about using the line she did yesterday.

"You-" She held her tongue.

"Go on, say it, give me more motivation to win today, Shrimp."

Drake stepped on Alexander's foot, regardless of whether it would hurt him, and it caught Alexander's attention.

He tried to keep their focus on the actual game. "Neither of you are winning today, not that I blame you, Lynette." I totally do. "It's Lev's game; no one but him is winning."

Drake picked up on the steps a little late. "Who knows, they could win. I have a game of luck today for everyone.~" Lev tweeted as he walked to them from the kitchen again.

"That's bullshit," Drake said.

"Such a debby downer, aren't you?"

Drake's eyelids dropped, not that anyone could see it. No, I'm not as gullible and willing to roll over to you.

"What's the game?" Alexander asked, crossing his arms.

"I was thinking we could continue that poker game we never played because you worried about hours." He teased Alexander.

"Oh fuck, I am not doing that hour shit."

"You can have the same boring, normal dribble of a bet if you win." Lev's gaze fell on Lynette, "while I'll be betting hours to request what I want."

"What you want?"

"Sound fun, doesn't it?"

Lynette quietly let out her sentence. "I don't like your definition of fun."

"It's nothing bad. It could be as simple as playing games with me like Darts or maybe eating you for a lunch period so I don't have to deal with Zilla," he said.

He's a liar. What else would he want them for?

"Why do I doubt you," Lynette said.

"Are you saying you wouldn't want to use those hours for your own gain? Tell you what, if you win, I'll allow you to use those hours on multiple days—that's five lunch periods. I won't come after you."

Lynette readjusted her ponytail, pulling it nice and tight. "you're planning something."

"I always am, Lynette.~"

Drake sighed.

Lynette wouldn't back down. The determined flare in her eyes was too bright, and it got stupidly brighter the more the days went on. "I'll win then."

Lev chuckled, and Drake saw a glint of his sharp incisors—they only showed with excitement: "That's what I love to hear."

…

Lynette

It had been relatively quiet working registers with Alexander.

I glanced over at him while he wiped down his side of the counter. I should get along, for Drake's sake. Not that I could hate him.

He's so weird. His actions frustrated me to no end. He was so contradictive. He constantly seemed annoyed or did not want anything to do with us, yet he helped me and helped anyone regardless of how they treated him.

"What do you want?"

I shook out of it. "Huh?"

He looked at me wearing a scowl, "You were staring again."

"I'm sorry," I apologized, getting a rag and cleaning my side. "You don't have to say it like I do it the most."

"You do."

"I do not." I looked at him, dampening my wet rag. "I see you glancing at me out of the corner of your eye all the time!"

"You're full of yourself," Alexander grumbled, not denying it, and handed me the dry rag for when I finished. "At least I don't full-on stare at you constantly."

There's no way I do that much. Drake told me the same thing. "I was going to say something to you." I attempted to cover my own butt.

"Say it, and don't stare at me for a whole five minutes."

My voice came out squeaker than I wanted. "It was not five minutes!!"

"Felt like it."

"I didn't."

He took the spray bottle I handed him and leaned over to put it back under the counter. "Well, tell me what you have to say because I'm getting more hungry than I already was and pissed.."

"WHY are you getting hungry?!"

"I'm talking to you."

"How does talking to me make you hungry?!"

Alexander shot a glare, "Because I'm noticing you, hearing your shrill voice-"

"My VOICE isn't shrill!" My vocals betrayed me and rose when I said it.

"Uh-huh." He covered his ear on the side I was on.

My face was hot, and I searched desperately to say something to get him back. "I'd rather sound shrill instead of sounding so gravelly and deep it's hard to understand me."

He turned his head back to me and focused down. "The fuck you mean?"

"When you mutter or growl, I sometimes can't really understand you," I said, "which is how you talk most of the time."

Alexander grinned real wide, "OH, I swear I'm gonna-"

Neither of us noticed our long-haired boss until he touched our heads. "I can hear you both shouting, mostly Alexander, from the back. I don't want either of you to scare away our customers." Edgar said politely. "So apologize and make up, please."

We both said a pitiful sorry. Or Alexander did while I tried to be sincere.

Edgar pointed to the kitchen, "If you need a breather, Alexander, come work the back."

Alexander listened and left.

Edgar took his gentle hand from me. I rarely saw Edgar as of late. Apparently, he had been on a short vacation earlier this month for a 'family reunion.' Drake made it sound brutal.

"You two bicker like Danee and I did back in the day."

I shivered, "What are you implying? I don't like Xander." I was then reminded of yesterday's kiss and wanted to curl up and die. "I mean in that way, as a person..." I don't know how I feel about him as a person.

Edgar put his gloved hand near his mouth. "Sorry, that was a thought for myself." He cleared his throat and changed the subject, "In lighter news, it has come to my attention that you are hitting your six months soon, so that promised payment is on the way, and we can count the little pizzeria vacation as your party." He said quietly, leaning in.

"Vacation?" What is he talking about?

"I've said too much." His wine-red hue gleamed, and his smile wiggled. He wanted to tell me more. He contained himself. "And, Lynette, let me know if you need anything or if you don't feel comfortable talking to me, Tristan and Sandra are here to talk to as well."

He left after that.

Vacation like the festival? That went terribly last time. I did have a weapon this time, though.

The traffic upfront picked up, and it took me longer to get to the back than usual. Granted, it was a poker game, and those usually didn't take long.

By the time I got back there, Lev was shuffling cards with Drake at the table across from him. Xander's late?

"What, you still don't trust me dealing?"

"Of course I don't."

Lev snickered, "As I've said before, why wouldn't I bring a simple game if my goal was to win that easily. There are plenty of things I can almost guarantee none of you will know how to play." He then placed the deck down, "Besides, when Wendie gets here, I want your hat on and the seal redone to make you hear the same as a human. No heartbeats."

Drake put his hat on, "so you can bluff."

"Bluffing is allowed. Besides, this is a cheat-free game, with a new deck, new chips, and new..." Lev ushered me to sit at the table. "Hey, Lynette, take a seat."

I sat between him and Drake.

We waited another ten minutes before Alexander arrived.

Lev spoke up when he did. "I heard you two were having fun at the counter today." He held off dealing the cards. "I wanted to add another rule, and if neither of you like it, you don't have to play."

Drake and Alexander didn't like the sound of that. "What is it?" Alexander asked.

"If you fold, you automatically forfeit all your tokens to the winner, and you must follow those same rules."

"Not playing," Drake dropped out, and he wanted to pull Alexander with him.

Alexander still played, and Lev handed out our two cards. I had two of the same suit, an ace and 9 of hearts.

...

Lev

His heartbeat quickened.

Lynette laid her cards down first and declared her, "flush." He pressed his to his lips and spoke, "What a hand, Lynette.~"

He liked watching her desperately studying him to see if he was trying to fake her out one last time.

He kissed his cards and hummed. "Four of a kind." He tossed his two tens down. It matched the others on the table.

She looked over them in defeat.

"I got a little luckier than you, is all," Lev chuckled as he said so, "but chin up, I'll be using those five hours later, maybe a Tuesday evening."

He heard the skepticism in her voice, "T-tuesday, I'm off Tuesday's."

"Remember our game of old maid? You said no more bets that are more than a day. You never specified when for bets. What day or what time of day." Her expression quickly changed; she opened her mouth to speak, but Lev was faster on the draw. "And now you think you want to rectify that, right? You'll have to play a game with me for that. It can be your own game Monday. Another game of darts, perhaps~." She'd never do that again.

He watched her defiantly shake her head. " Not darts. I'll pick a game we've never played before."

Alexander squinted, having lost to the absurdity as well. "You did all this to have hours outside of work. Can't you get any other human?"

"I have patience." Lev chuckled and continued ruthlessly, "So, I don't want to hear it from the one who was practically salivating over every second of a twenty-four hour deal."

"Fuck off." Alexander's lip twitched, and his growl thrummed, "I just don't get why you always do everything so extra when you're going to fucking eat her."

"Well, Wendie..." Lev's hue spurred with glee. Drake was coming back to the table, so he took a breath, knowing he'd get the two galloping. "It's more of a competition between Lynette and I." He smirked at Lynette before readjusting his gaze to the other two. "Comparatively, you two are background characters. One trying to offer guilt-ridden moral support." Lev's yellow hue went from Drake to Alexander, "and the other is a pitiful attempt at being a threat to hide their underlying insecurities."

Alexander growled, unable to form a coherent response. Lev expected that much from him.

Drake, on the other hand, nearly crushed the bag of blood he had in his clawed hand. "And you're a wannabe playboy who's narcissistically desperate for every little ounce of attention."

Do you think that's it? "Desperate? I can have all the love and admiration I want in an instant. That's too simple."

Lev had more to say, but Lynette stood up from her chair, bringing everyone's gaze to her. "At least they have some reason going after me, regardless of whether I like it." She looked briefly at Alexander and readjusted back to Lev. "You don't."

Her gull pleasantly surprised him. Not that he was scared. He found it cute. You still think you're that knight who'll defeat the dragon. "I've told you countless times before," he placed his palms down and stood up. He made sure he stood in front of her. Alexander shifted in his seat, anticipating a fight. Lev ignored him. "Entertainment is my reason." Lev's yellow eyes drifted to the clock counting down above the door with his name.

"We aren't here to entertain you," Lynette said.

Lev then tilted in, his tone this time not leaving his lips as easily as melted silver. It was sharp like the knife she had strapped to her. "I wouldn't be here if you weren't."

The clock's beeping above the door behind her stopped any further retaliation. Her eyes narrowed in on him. He met her look with his arrogantly smug face and brushed past her.

"Can't wait to compete with you Monday!~" He said aloud as he walked through the door when it pulled back.

He entered the hall and disliked the unsettling ease building in him. He watched his words—he knew he didn't say anything incriminating to her. Maybe it was the fact that something big happened over a month ago, and it altered her.

Whatever it was. Lev didn't like it. Change was inevitable, but it was also painfully...less predictable.

...

Hey, you, thank you so much for reading. I'm glad I put out a story that people can enjoy! I hope you continue to enjoy it as WE have a LOT more to go! YOU BETTER KEEP PROSPERING! (Nonnegotiable, as always~).

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What I’d do for a Livable Income Part 2 (Synopsis/Chapter - List)

[shadowthief78]

Going for Dim Sum w/BLLK

I just finished eating i’m so full rn

Just some hcs while i digest.

ISAGI: Good boi, keeps refilling your teacup. Accidentally burns his tongue on xiao long tang bao and whimpers about it. Pretty adventurous, willing to try most stuff, really likes the siu mai and egg tarts (like literally everyone else inthe world does) (egg tart haters dni w/author [lol]).

BACHIRA: Tries to eat at least one of everything even after you warn him that’s a terrible idea. Passes out halfway through one of those huge lotus-leaf-wrapped glutinous rice boiled dumplings and only revives after you dribble half a cup of the degreasing, digestive tea into his mouth with his spoon.

CHIGIRI: Keeps slipping food onto your plate when you aren’t looking. Likes sipping the soup out of the xiao long tang dumplings with the ginger and vinegar. Looks super elegant while doing it as well.

KUNIGAMI: Mouth consistently full of cha sau bao. Eats heartily and keeps reamarking on how well you’ve chosen the dishes. “Here, try this”-es you a lot, like you’re not the one who’s got the most experience.

RIN: Keeps trying to puzzle out what the dishes mean based on their meanings in Kanji. Unfortunately, since kanji and Chinese don’t always match, it leads to some weird questions for you. That’s “beef noodles,” not “beef face” (牛肉面) (yes i know that’s technically not rlly dim sum just let me turn brain off ok?).

REO: Foots the bill. Insists on ordering way too much, probably gets some expensive abalone thing you’ve never tried before. Visibly preens when you refil his teacup or puts food on his plate. Making friends with all the waitresses pushing the carts full of food around by the end.

NAGI: Asks for congee or something since it’s simple and he doesn’t know what he likes (trying new things is a hassle...). Eventually gets entranced with peeling the steamed bao and nibbling on the outsides (aka you hand-feeding him the peels). Asks for dessert soup and pouts when he discovers ginko nut is bitter.

BAROU: Keeps trying to outhost you, the host. You can’t eat all this food. Barou, stop, that’s enough! Have another siu mai or something and let other people have a taste, okay?

KURONA: Munch munch munch. Doesn’t talk much but always chewing when you look over. Gives you the thumbs-up whenever he finds something he likes. Particularly enamored with those super-crispy fried yam balls with mincemeat in the filling.

HIORI: Asks questions about everything and always responds with something along the lines of, “Ah, that’s cool!” Likes the crystal shrimp dumplings (ha gao) the best.

ZANTETSU: Tries to claim the skins of chee cheong fan are something like the remains of silkmaking until you stare at him for too long. No, they’re like a giant steamed rice noodle...

IGARASHI: Distracted by the people rolling out, filling, and pinching dumplings shut in the kitchen.

GAGAMARU: No, he cannot try and carve the Peking duck himself. That’s the waiter’s job. Stares too long at the lobsters and fish in the tanks. No, you will *not* be organizing an aquatic jailbreak of any sort today. Does he want to order something else, or...? Uncanny knack for figuring out what food is in which cart by smell alone.

NANASE: Woah, look at all this new food! So exicitng! Cheeks stuffed all the time, looks adorable while doing it, would probably eat a gravel dumpling if you asked him to. (But it really is all super good, don’t worry about him!)

YUKIMIYA: Tries to communicate in gestures to the staff. Resorts to just smiling a lot. Ends up finishing most of the carrot cake even though he’s not super fond of the yammy taste.

NIKO: Looks like he’s not doing much then when you look back, two full steamer baskets are empty. Salted egg custard supremacy.

KAISER: Tries to get you to feed him by claiming he can’t use chopsticks. You flag down the waitress and ask her for a fork. He gets the only fork they have, a tiny plastic one with a cartoon lion on it, meant for toddlers, and a matching teaspoon + plate. Visibly crestfallen.

[katasstrophy]

Dream anon again!! I had a cute dream about meeting Bachira and Isagi that I wanted to share!! Some context about me is that I'm a biologist/ecologist, and briefly considered going into marine biology at some point. Some other context is that I have a little sister who was obsessed with mermaids and for years I would play mermaids with her and learn about different fish and marine flora to up the realism. Soooo in my dream, this translated to me summer interning as a cleaner/feeder at an (1/4)

anon also said:

hello dream nonnie!! 🥺 so nice to hear you’re still blessed by the cutest bllk dreams ever this was so sweet <3 playing mermaids as kids is such a core memory for me too omg (H2O just add water was my JAM… those “oH nO tHE coNdEnsATION!!!” tiktoks still make my laugh way too hard lmao)

isn’t bachira’s favorite animal the dolphin too bc he thinks they look happy? 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 one day i will eat that boy up and pinch his cheeks he is saauurr CUTE!!!! and i think isagi’s a lobster?? bc they look funny pls these two are FUCKING DORKS (i might be wrong about this tho but i remember reading some kind of trivia for it 🤔)

and omg!!!! 🥺 you remember my skater boy! bachira eeeekkk kicking and giggling my feet i lub him<3 i have a draft buried somewhere in my docs about him from when one of my moots asked about him a long. looooooong time ago but hopefully i’ll put it out there one day!! uni has me swamped unfortunately :/// all in due time hopefully <3

[enterenews]

'Missing Bird' New Year's Auction…

Comedian Kim Jun-ho held an auction.

In the SBS 'My Little Old Boy' (hereinafter referred to as 'My Little Old Boy'), which aired on the 15th, the scene of the '2nd Miu Bird New Year's Party' was aired.

On this day, Lee Sang-min said, "Because we have to be careful. Samjae this year is Jaehoon-hyung and Jong-kook. Shouldn't Sam-jae be on the sidelines to help? Jae-hoon-hyung and Jong-gook are the energetic youngest members to get rid of Samjae."

Kim Jong-guk confessed, "I'll be honest. I don't feel any external pain at all. There's no tickle or anything like that." Kim Jong-min hit the gourd on Kim Jong-guk's head, saying, "Good luck," and it was a perfect success.

Tak Jae-hun asked Choi Si-won, saying, "But you have to hit the rich kid", and Choi Si-won hit Tak Jae-hoon on the head with a gourd, saying, "All three things will fly away." However, the gourd did not break, and Siwon Choi tried to 'break the gourd' once again. Fortunately, the gourd was broken, and Kim Jong-min trembled, saying, "This will fly."

Kim Jun-ho suggested, "We will hold an auction to welcome the New Year. The money raised from the auction will be used for a good cause."

Heo Gyeong-hwan arrived right before the auction started and directed a conte, saying, "It's a New Year's party, but what if I don't tell you the location? I'm sorry."

The members asked why they were late, and Heo Kyung-hwan boasted, "I won an award this time and went to my high school alma mater." The members dissuaded him, saying, "Are you talking about the prize here without notice?" Tak Jae-hoon said, "Where is the Excellence Award in 6 months? I won the Excellence Award in the 4th year." Lee Sang-min said, "My mother did everything," and threw a stone fastball.

In addition, Heo Kyung-hwan expressed his greed for 'Kim Jong-guk's cheek pinching rights', saying, "This is mine," and finally won the bid for 15,000 won.

The second auction item was 'Lee Sang-min's drinking friend', and Tak Jae-hoon refused, saying, "I don't want to be just a friend." Lee Sang-min appealed, "Since I was studying whiskey, there are many types of whiskey," and Tak Jae-hoon hinted, "I've been there, and it's called high-end whiskey, but there are many stored liquors."

Kim Jong-guk grumbled, "Is this volunteering?" and Choi Si-won said, "I'll give you 10,000 won," and participated in the auction. Lee Sang-min added, "I have a super jumbo-sized lobster at home."

Kim Jong-min shouted 11,000 won, saying, "I love lobster so much." When Kim Jong-min was in danger of winning the bid, he asked, "Siwon, I'll add it to you. Sarah." However, Siwon Choi gave up the auction and was awarded the bid to Jongmin Kim.

[luveline]

Hii can we get some shy reader x rockstar Sirius please?? Like literally anything idc

hiii yes u can tysm for ur request here is rockstar sirius getting a gift for his shy!gf ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1.1k words

You're sitting on the edge of the stage with your headphones in when a book is dropped carefully into your lap. You look up before you've even glanced at the book and smile when you see who it is that dropped it, pulling out your headphones and pocketing them clumsily.

Sirius' smile in return is much too smug for your liking.

You turn your sights back on the book, and then you gasp loudly. Really loudly.

The stadium isn't small enough to carry an echo but you think you might have managed it, and you're flushed with an embarrassed heat even as you say, "Oh my god, Siri, where did you get this? How did you get this?" 

His smugness grows. To call him Siri in public, to talk so openly, he knows you're excited. "I asked for it." 

Of course he did. Sirius could ask for a gold-plated lobster and within half an hour he'd have one. But…

"This doesn't come out for another month," you say in awe. 

Sirius sits down beside you. He doesn't look nearly as made up as he will tonight for the show. His hair is clean and in a bobble, a small bun against his neck. His clothes are nowhere near as flashy as his usual stage get up, and there's not a drop or pinch of makeup on him. He's the Sirius you know best like this. 

You take his hand. He beams at you, an honest to God beam, all apple cheeked and eyes squinting.

You can't hold it for long, excited to crack open your new treasure and peel off the dust jacket. Underneath, the hardcover has been embossed and foiled with dainty silver flowers. You trail your fingertips over them and read the slanting script of the novel's title and author on the spine.

"I can't believe you got this for me," you utter. It's an extremely limited edition.

"Of course I got it for you." 

A volley of wheels roll across the floor behind you. Soon, the stage will be a cacophony of sounds. Guitars tuned, mic stands greased, sound check.

You love sound check. The band performs for you and a handful of others, but Sirius performs for you alone. You're not stupid enough to think otherwise. And you're his biggest fan. Sometimes, emboldened by his too-cool smile, you even wolf whistle. 

"It wasn't a matter of if, but when." 

"Baby," you murmur, looking around to make sure no one has heard you be outwardly affectionate, "how did you get this? Seriously." 

He bumps his knee against yours. "I really did ask for it. I- Well, I made James beg Lily for the publishing house's director's number. I knew she had it, they did the biography for Marlene McKinnon last year." 

"And she just gave it to you?" 

"No, she fucking didn't. I had to swear on my life I wouldn't say anything crass." 

"And you- what, you called him?" 

Sirius' smile turns shark-tooth. "I called him." 

You set the book carefully on the stage floor and ease your thigh to his, more close than you'd usually ever allow yourself to be in public with him. Any public displays of affection beyond hand-holding are far from your style. 

If Sirius is surprised he doesn't show it. He leans toward you with his hand behind you, arm brushing the small of your back. "Actually, I had to give him tickets for his daughters. For the whole tour." 

You gawp at him. He laughs and inclines his head, his nose inching closer and closer to your own, though he won't kiss you in front of people because he knows you don't like it.

He's so pretty and he's always doing stuff like this – Sirius doesn't just give gifts, he gives thoughtful, amazing presents that sometimes feel impossible to comprehend. 

You close your eyes and lean in until the tip of your nose bumps his. 

"Thank you." 

His hand slowly, so slowly, finds your waist. "You're welcome." 

You take a deep breath and pull away from him. He doesn't look disappointed. He knows he'll get a kiss later in private. Or you hope that he knows that. Actually, you're not sure. 

"I owe you a kiss," you promise.

He laughs, startled. It's a good look on him: the slight flaring of dark lashes, the subtle purse of his lips. "You do?" 

You drop your cheek to your shoulder, eyes on his chest and the tattered shirt he wears. It might as well be Prada for how good it looks on him. 

"I really love you," you murmur.

He ducks his head to catch your shy gaze. "I'll leave you to start your book."

Sirius stands. You're shocked at him. He never misses an opportunity to say he loves you. His rejection stings sudden and unexpected. 

He looks over his shoulder as he's walking away and blinks at your gutted expression. "Open your book," he calls. 

You frown and open it, heart bumping an unsteady rhythm. 

Sirius has written a short message on the first page in weeping dark biro. The words are smudged – your boyfriend is left-handed – but easily decipherable. 

I love you. SB

He blows you a kiss. You stand up before he can leave and hurry across the stage, almost dropping your new book as you collide with his side and throw your arms around him. 

He huffs a laugh and wraps you up tightly. "If this is how you'll react every time, I'm gonna get you a library's worth of books." 

You shake your head. It's not about the book, really. 

"Sweetheart," he says, softer, "I love you, okay?" 

"I love you," you say, clutching him so tightly it must hurt.

"I know…" He kisses your head and then pries your head from his shoulder with a cautious look. "There's a lot of people watching us right now." 

You burst into flames. Or, it feels like it. Sirius laughs and drags you out of the public eye, fanning your heated cheeks with a cooing sort of sympathy. "Poor girl. What am I gonna do with you?" 

"Stop buying me presents," you say decidedly. What you mean to say is, Stop making me love you enough to forget where I am, and to forget how shy I am. 

He gives you a look. It says, simply, That's not happening. 

You hide in his side all the way to the dressing room. He's ecstatic. 

[barnes-lothbrok]

Mermaid Tears - 1 

A/N - I honestly have no idea where I am going with this. But here's part 1 of maybe 4? Who knows. Apologies for spelling, grammar and all that. Just me trying to proof read, multiple times, this jumbled nonsense and mess of words

Warnings - blood, capture, slightly creepy Ivar (who doesn't love a staring Ivar), unimaginative descriptions.

Tags - @youbloodymadgenius ♡ (please let me know if you wanna be tagged)

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Years passed and with it the boy's curiosity and belief in the mysterious creatures that inhabited the ocean disappeared. Replaced by dreams of blood and desire to go fight and raid with his brothers. He grew into a strong and bloodthirsty son of Ragnar Lothbrok, the feared Ivar the Boneless, King of Kattegat.

He and his brothers were famed from Norway to the shores of Wessex and distant lands. His eldest brothers had set out to travel as far as the Mediterranean Sea. After countless battles and raids Ivar and his brother's reputations were known to many.  

Horns blared around the town of Kattegat, signalling boats on the horizon. Groaning and covering his head with a pillow, Ivar closed his eyes to block out the offensive sound and the much too cheery sunlight. He'd barely slept two hours that night and wished to return to his restless slumber. 

His wish however was not granted as his door was thrown open.  

"Come on, lazy ass!" Hvitserk yelled "Björn and Ubbe are back!" 

Ivar groaned and threw a pillow at him, luckily for Hvitserk in the was the closest thing instead the knife beside his bed. 

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The whole town had gathered by the docks, forming a large sea of people to fight his way through. Many did their best to part, making way for the king as he limped, leaning most of his weight on his metal crutch, but the sheer number gathered made it difficult. The people were obviously excited to welcome the princes home and eager to see what treasures they had returned with. 

Ivar snarled at everyone who accidentally knocked into him and snapped at anyone who didn't move out of his way fast enough. He mumbled about having to making a list to make them suffer later. He hadn't had anyone stoned in a while. One young man had the misfortune of being unable to move causing Ivar to grab him by the tunic. 

"You move for your king!" he spat before practically throwing the frightened boy into a bunch of people, almost knocking them down like bowling pins. 

Ivar glared at the people around, daring anyone to make a comment or move to challenge him. He was a good king, providing for his people (often with Hvitserk's guidance) on his best days but on his worst when he was tired or in pain, it was best to leave him be. It was unfortunate his brothers had decided to return home on a bad day. 

"Ah, Brother!" Ubbe called, hurrying over to the hole in the crowd now formed around him. "Good to see you haven't changed" 

Ivar's glare only softened slightly as his older brother embraced him, clapping each other on the back before hugging. 

"You look like a lobster" Ivar pulled back to look at Ubbe's sun kissed cheeks, his cheekbones and nose burnt pink. 

Ubbe chuckled as he punched his shoulder "Maybe I should grow claws, cut that tongue of yours" he teased, making a pinching movement with his hand.

"You can't threaten your king, I could have you  boiled, made into lobster stew"  

Ubbe laughed and embraced him again before turning back to the boats. "Björn has a surprise for you" he said as he guided him to the biggest boat. 

A group of their strongest warriors were heaving ropes attached to wooden beams as Björn commanded them to pull and be careful. 

The wooden beams were attached to a glass container at the bottom of the boat. It took up most of the deck and was filled with water as it splashed and sloshed over the sides from under the fabric covering the top being held down by ropes. 

"Hold" Björn yelled as he dropped the rope to climb back into the boat, some men and women following him. "Ubbe" he called, spotting he had returned with Ivar. 

Björn gave Ivar a brief nod before commanding them to lift and pull. With great struggle and force they managed to move the container above the edge out the boat. It was narrower than Ivar originally judged, more like a tub, big enough to fit a person. He watched closely while anyone who was able to helped, grabbing the beams at his eldest brother's command. Whatever was inside the covered container was clearly fragile with the way Björn snapped anytime there was a slight knock or bump. 

People crowded, curious to see what was inside as it was carried towards the Great Hall. Ivar followed closely behind, people keeping a distance from him as they desperately tried to catch a peek at what was inside. Ivar frowned as he thought he glimpsed a flash of golden orange in the water as wind caught the fabric but he shook his head. It couldn't be? Could it? 

Just as he was clearly his head of long forgotten childhood wishes and tales, one of the warriors caught their foot in a dragging rope and pulled the fabric away. His eyes had not deceived him. 

Inside the water was the creature from his childhood. Half-maiden and half-fish. Her tail was just as described and matching a memory long forgotten. The golden orange scales glistening in the sunlight. 

He was unable to admire for long as the warrior whose foot got caught stumbled and fell, taking everyone carrying his beam down with him. 

Ivar watched in horror as the sudden loss of support caused the tub to hit the ground. The glass smashing, water gushing out and the creature tumbling out into the middle of the town square. 

The crowd gasped as they watched the creature flop before her tail turned to legs before their eyes. She gasped and whimpered, looking down at her naked form quickly grabbing at the tattered fabric close by, covering herself the best she could and hugging her legs to her chest, while sitting in the wreckage of her former prison. 

To Ivar, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her flame-like hair was held in braid, decorated with tiny sea shells. Her pointed ears were adorned with three tiny pearls. Her eyes made his breath catch in his chest, they were a green like he'd never seen before. They seemed to hold the ocean's beauty with in them. 

He was first to start approaching her as she sat shivering, hiding her beautiful face in her knees but Hvitserk and Ubbe were faster. Hvitserk pulled off his furs and gently placed them over her shoulders. 

"If we had known you would grow legs. We would have sat you in the boat" Björn chuckled, his voice making her curl up more. 

The brothers looked at each unsure what to do. Hvitserk shrugged and Ubbe looked for Torvi, maybe a female presents would help calm her. 

"Can you stand? Let's get you inside, in the warm" Torvi said gently, kneeling before her as the brothers stepped back.

The creature gave Torvi a puzzled look, as if she couldn't understand her.

"Um, stand?" Torvi stood up from kneeling to demonstrate but the sudden movement frightened her making her scurry back a little catching her hand on some glass. 

The woman looked down at the blood pooling on her palm in wonder as if she'd never hurt her hand before. Her moment of curiosity was short lived as Helga appeared beside her, trying to help but ended up scaring her half to death as she screamed in terror. 

She looked as though she was about the pass out but before her head hit the floor, a hand caught it. Ivar was shocked along with everyone else at his sudden, almost lightning speed in which he'd abandoned his crutch and fell to catch her, not caring if he caused injury to himself.

"Take her to my room. The bed is the most comfortable" Ivar said, having got to his feet again with a concerned Ubbe's help and dusted himself off.

Surprisingly from the stunt he pulled, he only gained a small cut on his arm and a fair amount of bruising that he knew would be there in the morning. 

After raising at eyebrow, Björn carried the unconscious woman inside as she was bundled up in Hvitserk's furs before he gently placed her on Ivar's giant bed covered in more soft furs and warmth from the almost continuous fire in the hearth. The warmth had always helped his bones. 

He demanded everyone leave but Helga as he flopped into a chair beside the bed while Helga tended to her hand and checked for other injuries.

"Are you hurt?" Helga turned to him after tucking her in, making sure she was as comfortable as could be in her unconscious state. 

"Just some bruising" he grunted with a shrug as his eyes were glued to the woman in his bed. "When will she wake?" 

"Could be a few hours, maybe a day" Helga gently brushed some hair from her hair and behind her pointed ear. "Poor thing has been through a lot, best she rests and let her dreams comfort her" 

Ivar hummed in thought, turning his eyes away to watch the fire instead. He didn't know this creature, didn't even know her name and yet he had an odd urge to care for her.

An urge to reprimand Björn and Ubbe, to punish them for capturing and tormenting such beauty. He had the urge to never let her go. He couldn't describe or even understand the ache in his chest and the odd flutter of his heart as he watched her sleep in his bed. 

His thoughts were broken by Helga placing a pot of beam beside him "For the bruising" she smiled knowingly "Call for me when she wakes"

With one last look back she left. Leaving Ivar with the creature from his childhood dreams.

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A/N - This is an AU and will not be following canon; it will have canon elements.

[hobidreams]

OLAL Minis: II {M}

as it turns out, flirty presents from old flames make Taehyung a little jealous.

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: smut, fluff words: 2.1k contains: college roommate au, childhood best friend to lovers, explicit sexual content, lingerie/underwear kink a/n: this is a drabble for Of Lace And Lust, but it can definitely be read as a standalone 💕 happy birthday, Tae! 

It starts with a package.

No, like an actual package. Cardboard, tape, your name smack dab on the label. Delivered right to your door by a dude in a neon safety vest. You don’t actually notice when it arrives, because you’re too busy lying on your bed, catching up on the latest episode of Seokjin’s mukbang channel. This week, he eats seven lobsters and spills some juicy gossip (without naming any names, of course, but you can count on at least one story about Jungkook’s wild adventures).

“Babe, there’s something here for you!” Taehyung’s voice cuts through Seokjin’s squeaky laugh. You slam your fingers onto the spacebar and grin at the frozen image of his face caught all scrunched up in mirth. “A box.”

“Huh?” You frown. Did you go drunk Amazon shopping again? “I don’t think I ordered anything though. Can you open it?” There’s just a minute left to go on the video.

“Yeah!”

You giggle as Seokjin finishes the last lobster, wiping his fingers on paper towel with utter satisfaction in his eyes. You close the laptop lid and push up off the bed with the urge to give Taehyung a kiss, then ask him if he wants to do takeout for dinner.

Your eyes find him bent over the kitchen counter, box open, back towards you.

“Tae? What was in the box?” You ask, but he doesn’t reply. “Tae?”

At the sound of your footsteps, a shirtless Taehyung slowly spins around. His lips are twisted in a frown, the rest of his features fierce and biting. It’s not a look you see on him often, but it’s one his brutal honesty can never hide. Dark red fabric is between his hands.

“What is this.”

His voice has dropped an octave. It does something to your stomach that makes you freeze, a nervous heat building at the back of your neck.

“I said, what. Is. This.”

Deliberately, he draws his broad hands apart. It pulls whatever the hell it is taut. Against all odds, you see delicate lace. Oh fuck.

“I… I don’t know,” is your automatic stammer. But you are both too aware that it can really only be one thing. Lingerie. The skimpy kind. The very, very expensive kind. Far too much to be a prank or a game any of your mostly broke friends could send.

“What the fuck,” Taehyung eyes slide to the label before flicking back to paralyze you again, “is Jung Hoseok doing sending you this?”

“Umm…”

“Oh wait. There’s more.” He lets the lace drop from a hand. Then he reaches into the box and casually pulls out a dark cherry envelope. His long fingers frame it on both sides, pinching it as he taps it on the counter once, twice to make sure you’re looking.

Oh god. Oh god, there’s a card.

You instinctively reach out for it but Taehyung’s faster. He gets it out of its sleeve, flips it open, and starts to read out loud. “Hey baby. Thinking hard about you. Wanna see you in this so bad.” He can’t quite hide the hint of amusement in his tone. “Remember how you used to show off that ass for me? Cause I do.”

“Tae, c’mon—”

“Try this little present on and give me a video call, yeah?” The fingers that span the card tense to the point that they’re straight up squeezing. “Yours, Hoseok.” He finishes the name like a curse. With an excruciating patience, he holds your stare, his tongue jammed in his cheek to make an obvious bulge. He’s intentionally waiting for you to speak, as if he likes seeing you flustered. (He does. He really does.)

“I… Guess Hoseok didn’t hear that we got together?” You offer with a grimace, pulling at your top.

“Uh huh.” The card drops with a quiet thump. You hope, fleetingly, that he’s just going to drop the subject just as easily. Wishful thinking, for Taehyung follows up with, “so. What are you waiting for?”

“Huh?”

“Put it on.” Your boyfriend holds out the lingerie.

Your eyes narrow. “Tae. What’re you playing at.”

“What? Someone sent you a nice gift. Don’t let it go to waste. Be a good girl.”

Did he really just— jeez, Tae. He never calls you that outside of the sheets, probably to avoid triggering some Pavlovian response because he knows exactly what it does to you.

Oh. Maybe that’s exactly what he wants right now.

Never one to back down from a challenge, you step forward and snatch the lingerie from his hands. “Fine. I’m a good girl.”

It takes you a second to drop your shorts. Three to tug your loose tank top over your head. You fight to keep your face straight but it’s hard when Taehyung’s interest is noticeably stolen by your bare chest. You love when he looks like that, like he could sweetly devour you and have you still wanting more. That’s why you take your time with the panties, just plain ones this time, hooking your fingers under the band. You let them fall to the ground at an easy pace.

Now you’re completely naked, and Taehyung hasn’t moved a single muscle since you started.

It’s when you slowly drag the crimson lace across your upper thighs that the first crack forces its way through. “Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, hand fisted tight where it rests on the counter.

You stare down at the lingerie and try to figure out how to put it on. It’s a one piece, so you have to step into the lace. As soon as you do, as soon as its softness envelops your legs when you start to pull it up, Taehyung swallows. Loudly. Hoseok sure can pick his gifts. You’re sure that Taehyung, with all his interests, knows exactly how high the quality of lace is as you urge it up your body.

The bodysuit is just your size, of course. Hugging your curves, it stretches out across every inch of skin as you get it past your hips. You’ve always loved the confidence that pieces like this exude. Especially when they make Taehyung lick his lips over and over as if he doesn’t know what the hell to do with himself anymore. You think you hear him groan when you hide your chest with the lace (though a little pointless with the extremely immodest cut), momentarily looking down to make sure everything fits properly before sliding the straps on your shoulders.

“So.” You put a hand on your hip and tap your nails against the red. “How does it look?”

Taehyung crosses to you in two steps.

“Fuck Hoseok.”

His palms grab your waist. There’s no resistance when he drags you over to the counter and shoves you against it. Breathing seems irrelevant when he sinks to his knees, already pulling your thighs apart.

When Taehyung’s nose is shoved right against the lace, inhaling your scent through the fabric like he’s never had anything better, hot shivers crawl up your spine. You’re no stranger to this position but he’s not usually so aggressive, already running the tip of his eager tongue along the seams. A damn good tease is what it is, making you crave so much more than he’s going to give you for the next little while.

“Look at you,” he groans, his cock firm and full in his boxers as mouths at you, making small nibbles over the lace. He always eats you out like he hasn’t tasted you in years when it’s been more like days, sometimes even hours. But there’s a potent aphrodisiac in being wanted like this: ravenously.

One wide lick across your clit soaks you in his spit and he treats you with another, another, another until your knees shake and you think maybe you’ll skip leg day at the gym because this is so much more than enough. He isn’t afraid to be messy, letting your arousal smear across his mouth as he drags the lace aside just enough to slip his tongue into your heat and then you’re ruined. Tortured with each lewd noise as he sucks hard, hands white-knuckling against your thighs as he keeps you in place.

“Damn, babe—” You gasp, wanting to squirm away from the sensitivity but a slave to the pleasure all the same as pressure mounts in your chest, your stomach, everywhere. And while Tae would usually slow down when he feels your cunt clench around the two fingers he’s buried deep inside, now he maintains this relentless pace until climax slams into you, knocks you breathless. He licks you through the peak, those dark eyes watching your face all the while through his long eyelashes.

“Shit,” you groan, practically whimpering as you force him back, sensitivity shuddering a wildfire through your body. You curl your torso forward, stomach knots of bliss as you meet his eyes. As hot as his aggression is, you have to ask, have to be sure— “Are you actually jealous, Tae? You know Hoseok means nothing to me.”

“Completely. I never want anyone to see you like this again.”

“Never?”

He stands up so fast, trapping you between his firm body and the hard counter. This close, it is devastating to watch him trace his bottom lip with a tongue, lapping up every last drop you left. “Never. So wrecked and gorgeous and mine.”

Your low, instinctive moan makes him smirk as you wrap an arm around his bare neck. “You’re not gonna say all that and not fuck me, right?”

Still smiling, Taehyung responds by looking down at where the scarlet lace stretches snug over your beautiful body, like delicate wrapping over a delectable present. His hands move quick. There’s an unmistakeable rip; air swirls between your thighs.

“Oops.” He growls the word without a single modicum of regret.

And you? Well, you find it hard to think about how much money he’s just ruined when his cock slides into your drenched cunt, halfway buried with one precise thrust. The feel of him, the stretch, gives you an unspeakable satisfaction as you cling harder to the dark scruff at his nape. Beg him to go deeper with a clench of your fingers.

Truly, pleasure is his mouth mouthing love bites at your neck as he rocks his hips, plunging further in with each new pump. As his moans fill your head, he hooks his arms under your thighs, hoisting you up for a better angle that lets him pound into you without pause. The kitchen walls echo the lewd squelches that you make every time you accept him and squeeze him tight. An addict to the friction, the pressure of the cock that fits so snugly inside of you.

Fuuuck—like this, lace rubs against your clit with each shove, his eyes practically gleaming with how he stares down at where you’re joined. Every time the red shifts across your body he seems to grow in speed, in power until you can only grab onto him and try to breathe. “T-Tae,” you gasp, certain he can feel how you’re choking his cock, your peak not far ahead, “if you keep do-doing that—”

Grinning, he kisses you when he feels you cum, knowing how you always crave it most at your climax. He lets you pull him over too, giving himself to the bliss he’s only ever really found in your arms as he shoots cream right against your core. His mind is wiped blank, leaving only thoughts of you, your scent, your softness, you—

He’ll never let you know it but he’s struggling a bit to hold you up now, his limbs turning jelly with the pleasure of having you. Of watching you come beautifully apart because of him.

When he eventually lets your shaking legs down, it’s only to drop down onto his knees once more. There, he tugs the ruined scraps of lace back over your slit as if that could stop his cum from obeying gravity’s beckon. Or maybe he just likes to watch it trickle out, seeping through the lace like some contemporary artist’s masterpiece. (Okay, it’s definitely that.)

“You perv,” you say, laughing as you lean back, using the counter to keep yourself up. “I’m guessing you’ll wanna go lingerie shopping later?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung nods eagerly, his eyes big like an adorable puppy instead of a man who has just fucked you thoroughly. But then his expression turns, shifts in tone as he raises one of those thick, intimidating eyebrows. “Right after you call Hoseok and tell him all about your amazing new boyfriend.”

You roll your eyes, obviously having planned on doing it anyway. But seeing a pouting Taehyung is way too precious to waste, even if you suspect he’s not really that mad. Leaning down, you tap him on the nose. “I’ll think about it.” And then you’re laughing again, even as he scoops you up in those powerful arms and heads right through the open bedroom door.

a/n: i’ve had this drabble as a half-finished wip for two and a half years, wow haha. it’s been a pleasure to return to this Taehyung. i always have so much fun writing this confident, sexy version of him. i hope you enjoyed reading 💜

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