#1st attempt at a fic HELP

[hibiscuslynx]

u ever go back to one of ur published fics and in a fit of i-should-be-sleeping-but-im-on-ao3 insanity edit the entire thing to be properly capitalized bc for some reason 1 and a half years ago you thought it was a good idea to post things in lowercase ? yeah. anyway...

[seiwas]

next time, if it rains | iwaizumi hajime

who would have thought iwaizumi was the type to wait under the rain?

wc: 784

summary: iwaizumi waits for you on a rainy afternoon. 

contains: f!reader, canon-adjacent, set in high school (around 1st year), (eventual) friends to lovers, reader is nicknamed 'tori-chan' by oikawa (there will be backstory), you and iwaizumi are just starting to get close.

part of ‘there’s this sound (in my chest), and it only beats when you’re around’ this is the first fic in the series.

a/n: edited and reuploaded.

You find Iwaizumi under a clear umbrella in the torrential downpour of a Wednesday afternoon. 

It’s not a surprise to find him prepped to go home, just fifteen minutes past his dismissal from volleyball practice; but the gym is on the other side of school, and he’s standing here now, outside of your club’s building, seemingly waiting as he remains firmly planted on his spot, unmoving. 

You’re confused.

“Iwaizumi-san?” 

Looking up from his phone, he readjusts the strap of his gym bag. There’s a momentary pause as he squints, the rain making it impossibly difficult to recognize you at first glance. 

Then, recognition flashes across his face before he raises his hand, giving a small wave, “Hey!” 

You place your bag on the floor, freeing your hands to unclasp the lock on your umbrella before pushing it open. It’s a bit of struggle as you attempt to carry all your things, your umbrella, bag, and a few books barely being balanced with just your two hands. 

“Do you need help?” Iwaizumi calls out, voice muffled by the heavy rain. 

“It’s—“

The question is rhetorical, you realize, because before you can even get a word in, he’s already made his way to you, approaching the steps much quicker than you can seem to gather yourself. 

It honestly feels like deja vu; does Iwaizumi just always know when you need help?

Recounting the memory horrifies you to this day—the first time you approached Iwaizumi, he had to cut your rambling short just to get to the main point: 

“Do you need help with the topics for our science exam?” 

You shake your head, shooing the thought away. There’s no use dwelling on embarrassments of the past when it’s only brought you the good things you have today—like your little Wednesday study group, composed of you, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi.  

“Thanks,” you bow your head slightly as he reaches for your books. Your smile turns sheepish when you follow it up with an apology. 

The steps are slippery on your way down, but your shoes manage. 

Just a few steps ahead of you, Iwaizumi stays close by, looking back a few times in case you might slip. 

They’re discreet looks, a real attempt of his to be subtle; but you can tell, and the gesture only makes you smile. 

“Why’d you wait all the way here?” you ask, once you reach the bottom of the stairs. 

“Oikawa had to fetch Takeru. He messaged our group chat,” Iwaizumi swipes through his phone to show you the message. You fall into pace beside him, reading. 

[5:01pm]

Shittykawa: Tori-chan, gotta fetch Takeru cos of the rain! >.< Sorry! Iwa-chan will still walk with u tho, I’ll see u guys at home~~

“It didn’t show that you read it, so I wasn’t sure if you saw it,” he continues, pocketing his phone as you exit the gates. 

The rain gets stronger.

You hum in agreement, mumbling, “You didn’t have to wait out here though… I would have gone to the gym eventually…” a pout forms on your face, growing deeper the guiltier you feel.

The fact that Iwaizumi waited for you outside, in the pouring rain (and for a good while, it looks) makes you feel bad. You aren’t so close that things like this are unspoken in your friendship.  

“Sorry…” you murmur. You don’t think Iwaizumi hears you from how loudly the raindrops are beating against your umbrella, but he does.

“H-hey, it’s fine! I don’t mind.” 

You slow down your walk. 

“‘Sides,” Iwaizumi sighs, falling into step with you, “I wasn’t sure if you had an umbrella, so…” he trails off, too embarrassed to continue. 

Your brain buzzes at the implication, but you shake it off quickly. 

Don’t assume. 

(The wet patches on his uniform do nothing to cool down how warm he feels.)

“Oh,” you chuckle, focusing instead on how touched you are by his thoughtfulness. It’s endearing how he’s even embarrassed about it. 

“Good thing I have one then,” you play along, speaking as casually as you can, “I don’t think we’d fit under yours.”

Iwaizumi laughs, a boyish grin settling in to replace how flustered he’d looked. 

“I guess I’ll just have to bring a bigger one next time.” 

You glance at him from the side, observing; you don’t think he even realizes what it implies—that he wants to share an umbrella with you, next time. 

So you brush it off, chalking it up to Iwaizumi just being Iwaizumi, kind and reliable—thoughtful. 

The rain doesn’t let up the entire walk to Oikawa’s place, but you’re thankful for it. At least, the raindrops reverberate loud enough against your umbrella to drown out the pitter patter of your heartbeat. 

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[sxcret-garden]

Aspects of Desire ღ Masterlist [M]

ღ Ateez Jongho x fem!reader ღ feat.: other members in some chapters ღ words: ~29k (current wc) ღ genre: established relationship, college AU, fluff, some humor, slice of life, smut (dom!Jongho, mostly sub!reader, BDSM, red-yellow-green used as safe words, choking, spanking, masturbation, punishment, orgasm denial, reader being tied up, strength kink, body worship, teasing, degradation, begging, hair-pulling, pain kink, reader going into subspace, dacryphilia, thigh riding, fingering, handjobs, oral, unprotected sex,... they have a few starting difficulties because reader has some misconceptions, he's veryvery careful at first - more will be added and I'm pretty sure I forgot smth, so detailed smut descriptions can be found in the respective chapters~) ღ warnings: heavy dom-sub dynamic, reader has a bit of a difficult relationship with her family, which is mentioned in some chapters, (descriptions of him picking reader up & touching her hair)

Desc.: When one day you reveal something to your boyfriend that you've been hiding, but unable to stop thinking about, the two of you decide to take your relationship - and especially your sex life - into a new direction. You begin to establish a dynamic that you both soon want to explore more of, diving into the depths of both your own and your partner's unknown desires.

If you want to be added to my taglist for this fic, please send me an ask about it <3

1st Desire ღ Testing Limits (5.9k) Desc.: You and your boyfriend decide to take a step towards a new chapter in your relationship when a secret desire of yours finally slips through. What you didn’t know until now is that he’s more experienced than you thought he was, and that you’re not the only one who’s been dying to spice up your sex life.

2nd Desire ღ Tie Me Down (5.1k) Desc.: Lost in your excitement over the recent development in your relationship with your boyfriend Jongho, you try to tickle more of his dominant side out of him. When he shuts down that attempt with only the best of intentions, he makes sure you won’t stay flustered by your miscalculation for long.

3rd Desire ღ A Little Jealousy (4.8k) Desc.: When you’re meeting up with your classmate and friend Yeosang in order to finally finish that dreaded uni project that’s been keeping you on edge for the past weeks, you don’t expect him to bring along his flirtatious friend Wooyoung. What you also don’t expect is said friend knowingly attempting to flirt with you in front of your boyfriend, who just can’t help but let the hint of jealousy it makes him feel influence his actions once you’re in the comfort of your own home.

4th Desire ღ Hush, My Dear (5.8k) Desc.: Dinner with your family goes about as you expected - you’re slightly uncomfortable because of their choices in conversation topics and very much bored. Luckily, your boyfriend tagged along and knows just how to make you feel better, and in the process he too seems to be able to finally let go of his worries.

5th Desire ღ Dress (7.2k) Desc.: Your mother is trying to get you to wear a dress she picked out for you for your cousin’s upcoming wedding. At times like these you are especially thankful to have your boyfriend Jongho right by your side to help convince her to let you wear clothes you’re actually comfortable in. However, little do you know that despite having your back, he’s secretly smitten with the image of you in that dress.

6th Desire ღ ...

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Author's note: I think it's been about 3 years since I first had a vague idea about wanting to write a fic like this, which started out as merely a cute slice of life fic (without all the filth y'all are about to witness lol), went through many different changes and was abandoned as many times, until through lots of inspiration and ideas it finally took on the form it has now. And I'm really happy that I was finally able to turn it into an actual fic and not just a few unfinished drafts! I hope you guys have fun with this and enjoy~

(more chapters will be added as they're ready - and i have a lot of ideas...)

[etheries1015]

Hellooo 1st I just wanna say that I love how you write! The fics you post almost always puts a smile on my face when I’m stressed and I just wanna thank you for that <3

Anyways I’ve been accidentally rizzing my friends up lately on accident with sweet words and I ended up thinking what would the biggest tsundere (literally) in twst do with an s/o who’s very generous with compliments and poetic with words and is shameless with how cheesy they can sound sometimes

I’m so sorry if my request is too vague huhu, have a good day! <3

THHAANNKK YOU *SMOOCHES* *GNAWS ON UR LEG* I LOVE U and may happier and less stressful times come ahead for you!

although you didn't specify which character...I picked who I believe to be the top three tsudneres of the game. Heuheuehu.

The prefects muse~

In which you find yourself utterly bemused by him, throwing out compliments and lines of infatuation that leave him a flustered wreck. How does he react to someone as valiantly passionate as you regarding your sweet words of honey?

Featuring: Idia, Riddle, Azul

Idia

Idia convinced himself you were just another introverted loser who had no care in your mind for other people, keeping to yourself, enjoying video games, and always open for degernate hours of playing video games.

what he did NOT know he was signing himself up for, was some sort of weird poet club bullshit. Yet there he was, sitting on the couch of the ramshackle dorm playing away at the new console he had gifted you he could feel your gaze burning the back of his head. Turning around slowly and almost with dread, your shit-eating grin blinded him with words of sweet-sweet cringe.

"Watching you play video games you can truly see how serious you are, it's adorable," Idia groaned with cheeks burning a bright shade of pink, burrying himself into the couch, "Ah~ I wish you would look at me like that, with such passion..."

"ugh..whhyy..." Idia murmured embarrassingly avoiding your gaze and remaining strong in holding himself together at your routine daily compliments.

"I can't help it!" You cried out theatrically, "Idiiaa...I can be like a video game. Play me, too!" That comment broke something inside of him that was supposed to be stayed hidden, his blue hair changing a bright shade of pink to signify the extent of his flustered state. You only giggled at this, as Idia attempted to hold in all self control by taking his hoodie, hoping the couch would just take him then and there.

Over time he became used to the fact that you would openly flirt with him, although that never stopped the second hand embarrassment that came along with it. What he wont tell you, though, that behind the rosey cheeks and tsundere display of dislike for your antics, was a heart that beat quickly and mind that secretly enjoyed your poetic and "old cringy" way of loving him.

Which just means your flirting is working, keep it up! <3 But maybe try to hold back in front of other people, he isn't sure how much more he can keep deflecting their raised eyebrows and teasing remarks...

riddle

Being someone who is well versed in the world of poetry and literature, he could often pin point where some of your lines may come from. His way of deflection is either correcting your sentences, or retorting with the next line. What he DOESN'T know how to deflect, is the string of compliments you give him on a day to day basis. At first he simply thought you were being kind in complimenting the way his hair shone in the sunlight- until Cater pointed out that your remarks were anything but the norm. That's when Riddle took more notice to it, realizing that your lines of poetry was not an exercise of the brain, yet an actual technique to flirt with him.

and it was working.

"Riddle~" You sang in the halls of heartslabyul, skipping much to his annoyance.

"Do not jump around in the halls," He chastised you, "What is it?" You gave him a mischievous smile with a toothy grin to match, clearing your throat and standing straight.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."

Silence reigned for a few moments as Riddle blinked a few times, squinting his eyes to give you his typical "poker face."

"Is this another one of your attempts to 'flirt' with me?" He asked, you leaning against the wall and running your fingers through your hair in a flirty and playful manner. You nodded eagerly, to which Riddle gave a sigh and walked past you to continue whatever he was doing prior to your poetic interruption. Your jaw slacked open and you skipped (again, to his annoyance) to catch up to him.

"I swear I saw a smile! Turn around and show it to me, Riddle! Was that one good? Did I capture your heart finally?" You giggled, seeing how Riddle was obviously ignoring your feeble cries of searching attention.

Yet you were correct, he couldn't help but find his cheeks as red as a rose and lips curling up in a bashful smile. He would not allow you to see how you affect him, however.

Riddle tends to just ignore your flirting, now that he has come accustomed to it. Even in front of people when you would openly compliment him, Riddle continued sipping his tea seemingly unbothered. Whenever he would get strange looks to find an explanation to your questionable behavior, he simply shrugged.

"Do not mind them, they are always like this."

But at night by his lonesome, he was repeating your words in his head a million times over, that same rose colored tint upon his cheeks and smile with a blanket hard on his grip. Perhaps giggling a time or two to himself...for he never met someone as brazen as you. Not that he was actually complaining, though.

Azul

Flirting with Azul was always a treat. His reactions were the most flamboyant out of the other tsundere boys, he never failed to get some sort of remark and complaint out of his mouth whenever you sang praises his way. He attempted to be calm and collected, but the blush that painted his cheeks betrayed his cool demeanor.

"Is that a new coat, Azul? Ohohoh you do look dashing, If I do say so myself. Did you style your hair? The way it frames your face really brings out your features-"

"Stop, stop stop! Why must you feel the need to shower me in complimets?!" He cried out, burying his face into his arms upon the deak. The pink on his ears was also unforgiving for the poor merman. You chuckled and sat next to him, patting his shouders.

"I can't help it! If I see something I like, I must voice it out. Is it too plain? I can try and be more poetic. Let's see..." You used your hand to pull his chin, forcing his gaze to meet with yours. You inwardly teased him at the vibrant hue of his cheeks and flustered face, keeping it in as you leaned forward to gaze deeply into his eyes.

"Your eyes," you started, "Shine far brighter than any I have seen, even the most silver and sparkly of diamonds pale in comparison to your-"

"e-e-enough! W-what is this?!" Azul pulled away, tucking his head back into his arms and groaning, "Just...go back to what you were doing before! None of this...diamond...and..." He trailed off, words failing him. Azul was not used to such praises from others, he spent his entire life believing the worst every moment he caught glance in a mirror with a life time of self esteem issues. So hearing you so openly compliment him always left the man flustered and blushing, cringing at every moment you tried to stroke his ego.

He never truly get's used to it, only finds ways to ignore you. When you're around others and began to make a sly comment about how his hands look nice or how his skin looks that particular day, he closes his eyes and avoids anyone's gazes with a face full of color that even the coral of the sea could not compare. He often gets teased by his fellow classmates for this, but never actually speaks up in distaste to you. He could never admit just how much your persistent compliments thoroughly means to him, and how with every word he finds himself looking in the mirror with a little more enthusiasm than he once had.

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yes I like to use the headcannon that Idias hair changes color when he has really strong emotions aosdjflkasdjf

[midastouch013]

The 4 Times You Care For Her and The One Time She Comes To You

Summary: Exactly what's in the title. The 4 times you care for her and the one time she comes to you.

Warnings: Physical injuries (mild), Talks of trauma and nightmares. Feeling overwhelmed by emotions. Otherwise, this is just a fluffy comforting hurt/comfort fic

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The 1st time

The apartment was a haven cloaked in subdued light when Natasha returned from a mission, her usual air of stoicism carrying the weight of a fresh wound on her side. You were absorbed in a book, engrossed in a world far removed from the shadows she navigated. The door creaked open, and you looked up to find Natasha, her expression betraying nothing.

"Are you okay?" you asked worriedly.

"You know, I've had worse," she said, a half-smile attempting to conceal the pain etched on her face.

"Maybe, but this one needs attention," you replied, putting the book down and motioning towards the makeshift infirmary in the corner of the room.

"I don't need a doctor, Y/N. I heal just fine on my own," Natasha protested, her usual stoicism intact.

"Even the strongest people need a helping hand sometimes," you countered, guiding her towards the examination table. As you prepared to clean the wound, the room filled with the antiseptic scent, setting the stage for a moment of vulnerability.

The quiet rhythm of stitching punctuated the room, Natasha's attempts at deflecting the situation with nonchalant conversation proving futile. She squirmed under your touch, a mix of discomfort and a stubborn desire to maintain her composure.

"I can handle pain," she insisted, though the tightness of her jaw suggested otherwise.

"I don't doubt that. But there's strength in allowing someone to share the burden," you replied, securing the last stitch. Natasha's gaze lingered, a silent acknowledgment that maybe, just this once, she didn't have to bear it all alone.

The room settled into a comforting quiet, and as Natasha's gaze met yours, she whispered a vulnerable "Thank you." With a playful smirk, you leaned in, "Just doing my duty, Doc. Next time, though, try not to bring back souvenirs from your missions."

The redhead simply smiled, leaning over to give you kiss

The 2nd time

The apartment's warmth contrasted sharply with Natasha's exhausted demeanor after a mission in a hostile climate. She brushed off your concern with a tired smile, but the thermometer in your hand betrayed the fever coursing through her veins.

"Just need some rest," Natasha murmured, attempting to push herself off the couch.

"Rest alone won't fix this," you said, pressing a damp cloth to her forehead. "You need more than solitude."

"I'm used to it," Natasha admitted, her eyes flickering with a vulnerability rarely shared. "But I suppose a bit of company won't hurt."

Her protests waned as the hours passed, the fever gradually relenting under your care. Natasha, usually the unyielding Black Widow, lay on the couch, looking more like a person with needs than a formidable warrior.

"Stubbornness won't always keep you strong," you remarked, sitting by her side.

"I'm not being stubborn, and who said anything about trying to stay strong"

"Accepting care is a strength of its own, Nat," you replied softly, despite her defensive tone. In that moment, the shadows of her resistance gave way to a soft light—the first step in acknowledging that even the most formidable warriors needed someone to tend to their wounds. With a smirk, you added, "Besides, even superheroes need a super cool sidekick sometimes, right?"

The 3rd time

Weeks passed, and Natasha, usually the master of hiding her vulnerabilities, found herself wrestling with nightmares that lingered long after the mission had ended. One night, the echoes of her dreams woke her in a cold sweat. Silently, she slipped into the living room where you were engrossed in a book, unaware of the turmoil unfolding within her.

"Bad dreams?" you asked, sensing the weight in her footsteps.

Natasha nodded, a rare vulnerability flickering in her eyes before she returned to her stoicism. "No"

"Nat" you sighed, "Everyone has nightmares, you can trust me" you say softly, your gaze meeting hers with understanding. Natasha hesitated, the fortress around her momentarily lowered.

You opened your arms for her to crawl into, which she did, burying her face in your neck and gripping you with her hands, as your arms wrapped around her, as you hummed gently, lulling her back to sleep.

The following nights were a symphony of silence and uneasy slumber. One such night, she had denied to share the comfort you offered, instead opting to sit up against the headboard as you sat beside her, your presence a silent comfort, allowing her to think herself. The vulnerability etched on Natasha's face was a rare crack in the fortress.

"They don't usually get to me, but lately..." she finally said

"Lately, they've found their way past your defenses," you finished her sentence, your tone soft and understanding. Natasha hesitated, her guard momentarily lowered. You intertwined your fingers as she leant her head on your shoulder

Through whispered reassurances and shared silences, the nightmares slowly loosened their grip. Natasha, still reluctant to admit the depth of her struggles, found an unexpected solace in the safety of your presence. The unraveling threads of her guarded emotions began to weave a new narrative—one where vulnerability became a source of strength.

The 4th time

Natasha's life was a perpetual storm, her emotions buried beneath layers of steely resolve. Recognizing the toll it took on her, you gently persuaded her to take breaks. These moments, however, were met with resistance.

"I don't need breaks, Y/N. I can handle it," Natasha protested, her words a shield against the vulnerability she sought to avoid.

"Handling it doesn't mean doing it alone," you countered, placing your hands on your hips signifying there was no room for discussion.

In the stolen moments, the two of you discovered the art of finding peace amidst the chaos. Laughter echoed in the quiet spaces, and shared silences spoke louder than words. Despite her initial reluctance, Natasha found that strength wasn't just in facing the storm but also in finding moments of calm within it.

The quiet moments became a refuge—a place where Natasha could shed the layers of her tough exterior. Amidst the chaos of her life, your shared laughter and quiet conversations created a haven. Natasha, accustomed to the roar of battles, slowly learned to appreciate the beauty in the whispers of stillness.

Through these stolen moments, the tapestry of your relationship grew, weaving threads of peace and understanding into the fabric of your lives. Natasha, though still guarded, began to find solace in the simplicity of shared moments. The fortress around her heart started to crumble, brick by brick, revealing the vulnerable core beneath.

The one time she comes to you for comfort

The apartment was bathed in a soft glow as you immersed yourself in your book, unaware of the storm brewing within Natasha. The weight of a recent mission's emotional toll manifested in her weary steps. She stood before you, a crack in her stoic facade.

"I'm supposed to be stronger than this," Natasha's voice was barely audible, but the vulnerability echoed through the room.

Startled, you looked up from your book to find Natasha standing before you, her mask of resilience slipping. Without a word, you closed the book and made space for her on the couch, silently tapping the empty space beside you for her to join you.

"I don't want to burden you," Natasha admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability, after she had taken her seat beside you.

"You're not a burden, Natasha. You're human," you replied softly, your gaze meeting hers with unwavering support. In that moment, the fortress around her heart crumbled, revealing the raw emotions she had long kept hidden.

Tears welled in Natasha's eyes as she allowed herself to break, the weight of her burdens lifting with each shared confession. You listened, offering no judgment or solutions, but simply the comforting presence of someone who cared. Through the emotional storm, a sense of release emerged, and Natasha found that vulnerability didn't diminish her strength—it added a layer of resilience she hadn't known she possessed.

And so, with that, as you cradled her in your arms, you turned on Friends, watching her as she watched and laughed at the show. Planting the occasional kiss on her forehead

As the evening wore on, the echoes of Natasha's emotional turmoil faded into the quiet of the night, replaced by a newfound sense of peace. In that shared moment of vulnerability, the bond between you deepened, anchored by the understanding that even the strongest souls needed a shoulder to lean on from time to time.

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[melancholy-of-nadia]

Distraction (m) | myg

title: Distraction pairing: yoongi x f. reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; Agust D Universe (AgustDverse?) specifically in the Haegeum Universe ; Gang Leader / Mafia AU summary: After a series of circumstances leads you to be the assistant/right-hand woman of Bangkok's local thief/gang leader Min Suga, you're diligent in fulfilling your role in helping him take down Detective (& Underground Mafia Boss) Agust D. What you didn't expect in this role, was to catch your own boss reading p*rngraphic material during his free time and finding out there are consequences to distracting him. warnings:  dirty talk, hair pulling, slight riding, fingering, breast play, nipple sucking, slight body worship if you squint, COCKWARMING, orgasm denial kinda, she's being punished, There's two Yoongis and Thief ver. is Suga/Yoongi while the Mafia Boss is Agust D IM PUTTING A WARNING FOR THESE MEN ARE DANGEROUS note: this is my first time ever writing a bts fic AND smut in a fic. I've written fics 10 years ago for different fandoms and i never thought I'd be doing this again but I got too stuck on this idea that I needed to LET IT OUT. shout out to my beta reader @daegudrama for beta reading and being a great supporter. Idk if I'll ever expand on this fic but here it is. FEEDBACK & Comments are much appreciated !! total word count: 3.6k drop date: july 1st 2023, 12:00pm pst CROSS POSTED ON AO3 here (honeyjamjoon is my user on there) - -

You stood at the entrance of Suga's run-down, yet aesthetically-looking office in the heart of Bangkok’s Chinatown.

After an abundance of incidents, you begun working as his assistant and right-hand woman in his underground operations to take down Asia Pacific Police Detective Agust D, who moonlights as a mafia leader on the down low. A mafia leader who looks exactly like him. Someone you used to be acquainted with at some point.

As you pushed open the ornate wooden door slightly, you found Suga lying down on the sofa, engrossed in an erotic women's magazine. His face adorned with his signature mischievous smirk as he turned a few pages. Men, you thought to yourself while trying to prevent a scoff from coming out your lips.

"Yoongi," you called out, your voice cutting through the silence of the room. Since you two were closer compared to his other men, you called out to him by his real name often.

Startled, Yoongi quickly closed the magazine and tossed it aside, his expression shifting to one of mild annoyance. "Hey doll, can't you knock? I was in the middle of something." Doll, his endearing nickname for you always made you feel some type of way. 

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence as you crossed my arms. "Oh, I'm sorry, Boss. I didn't know reading Playboy magazines was part of your daily agenda." you commented sarcastically, rolling your eyes in the process.

Yoongi's cheeks flushed slightly, caught red-handed by his sharp-witted assistant. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. "It's...research. Yeah, research on...current trends."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his unusually flustered response. You sauntered closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, Boss, if you're done 'researching,' perhaps we can focus on more pressing matters?"

Yoongi let out a deep sigh, realizing he had been caught in his moment of leisure. "You're right, doll. Let's get down to business.” He moved from his position and straightened up his posture, all business-mode Suga once again. “What's the latest update on Agust?"

As you provided a detailed report on Agust D’s actions, you couldn't help but notice a twinkle of amusement in Yoongi's eyes. He had always been a man of few words, but his gaze held a silent appreciation for your wit and fearlessness in this line of work. Since meeting Yoongi, your professional relationship with him had always been one of mutual respect and trust, despite the dark world you both inhabited.

"You've done well, doll," Yoongi finally acknowledged at the end of your report, his voice laced with admiration. "I appreciate your dedication in doing this. This isn’t easy work, especially with so many eyes and ears working for Agust."

Your heart swelled with pride, knowing that your efforts were recognized by your boss, your leader. However, you know you can’t be feeling a certain type of way over his innocent comments.  You took a step closer, your voice lowering to a whisper. "Boss, may I remind you that there are eyes and ears on you too? It's crucial to maintain a certain level of decorum and professionalism."

Yoongi's lips curled into a sly side smile, his gaze locking with yours. "You're absolutely right. We should be more careful, especially when it comes to our private activities."

Your eyes widened in realization, understanding the underlying meaning in Yoongi's words. He can’t be trying to insinuate something, right? Being the brat you are, you decided to play along with his statement . A playful grin spread across your face as you sat on the opposite side of the sofa, crossing your arms once again. 

"Well, Boss, if you're looking for some 'private activities,' you could always start by hiring a proper assistant to keep you entertained."

Yoongi's eyebrows shot up, surprised by your audacity. A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes as he leaned back on the sofa. "Is that so? And who would you recommend for the position?"

You pretended to ponder for a moment, "Perhaps someone who knows your every move, can anticipate your needs, and can effortlessly keep you on your toes…”

“Someone like… you?" Yoongi smirked as he leaned closer, his voice filled with mischief. Your cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and shock that he played this far into your game. "Well, in that case, I suppose I'll have to interview you for the position."

Damn, he got you cornered. Was this a dream, you thought to yourself. Usually when you’d have playful banter with Yoongi, he’d edge you on with his words and then immediately move onto business. But right now you’re left speechless. 

“Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled. Funny words coming from the same man who looked and acted like a cat himself at times.

“N-No..just.. dumbfounded.” You stumbled on your nervous response before giggling, “You got me good, Yoongi.” And this is where the game ended, or so you thought.

Yoongi locked eyes with you as he reached out and gently grasped your trembling hand. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, causing your breath to hitch. He tugged your hand gently, coaxing you to move closer to him.

"Doll," he said softly, his tone laced with a mix of authority and tenderness. "There's no need to get so shy around me all of a sudden."

Feeling a mixture of panic and excitement, you allowed Yoongi to guide you closer until you stood right in front of him. In a swift yet gentle motion, Yoongi pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddled him. Your heart pounded in your chest as you found yourself nestled against him, his arms wrapped protectively around your waist.

Yoongi's voice, now filled with a soothing warmth, resonated in your ear. "You may act bratty and shy, doll, but I can see through your facade. I know you're into this” He used one hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, “And I'm more than happy to oblige."

Your eyes widened, breath catching in your throat at his bold words. Yet, you couldn't deny the exhilarating truth behind them. A mix of embarrassment and desire coursed through your veins as you looked into Yoongi's eyes, your own filled with a mix of uncertainty and longing. You’ve been waiting for a moment like this for so long, but it felt silly to even believe it could happen one day. Let alone on a day where you catch Yoongi looking at porn. Sounds too good to be true.

In that moment, Yoongi tightened his hold on you and gently lifted you up a little. He glanced at you wholly, taking in the sight before him. He had always thought you were beautiful since the first day you encountered him in the night market while he was being chased by Agust D’s men. He too, didn’t imagine he’d have you to himself, but somehow the sexual frustration of not having time to pleasure himself pushed a button in him to try to make a move. 

He continued his movements by sliding his hands above your waist, approaching the peaks of your breasts. The soft touch sent shivers down your spine, and a blush crept across your cheeks. He looked at you to see if you were okay with moving further, to which you locked eyes with him and nodded your confirmation.

He began fondling your breasts slowly, tracing patterns of desire along your trembling flesh. His large hands on you felt so good it elicited soft gasps of pleasure from your lips. But you craved more. You wanted to feel him closer, and it seemed that he felt the same. He moved his hands to unbutton your sleeveless button front shirt from the top to bottom and then removed the garment completely. 

Under the shirt revealed a white floral lace bra with a cute pink ribbon in the center. "You know, doll," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "Your bra is surprisingly cute." The sudden comment from Yoongi made your cheeks flush even more with a mix of embarrassment and pride. “It contrasts your workaholic demeanor. It’s nice to see a new side to you.”

Flushed and with a playful glint in your eyes, you mustered the courage to break free from your momentary shyness. With a teasing smile, you looked at Yoongi and whispered, “Shut up and just keep going,”

To which he smirked up at you and did just as you commanded. He went ahead and removed your bra, exposing your breasts to the slightly colder room temperature causing your nipples to pebble slowly. Yoongi groaned, squeezing your breasts together, and sucked a nipple between his lips. 

Mesmerizing sounds left your mouth when he flicked your nipple with his tongue and gently bit down. His tongue swirled around your sensitive areola, teasing it to a stiff peak as he cupped and massaged your other breast with one hand. Holding yourself steady with your fingers weaved through his pretty, long dark hair, you leaned back and arched your chest in toward his face.

You craved more besides these touches to your delicate breasts, but fearing changes in your ‘boss and right-hand man’ relationship with Yoongi had you hesitating further. You moved your hands to the top of his shoulders to push him away from your chest. “Maybe we shouldn’t keep going, Yoongi.” You looked at him, before deciding to look away and continue speaking, “We’ve been focused on taking down Agust D, and if we do this… it might get in the way of our goals.”

Yoongi let out a deep chuckle, “You know goals are one thing, but you think I haven’t noticed the way your body language radiates when you’re around me.” 

Your eyes widened, “W-What do you mean?” You weren’t being that obvious about these underlying work crush feelings, have you?

“The way you carry yourself when we tease each other? When you sway your ass in your little skirts to get me riled up?” He lifted a brow up inquisitively, hands drawing circles on your thighs to carry his point home. “I know you too well to know you want this too.”

You scoffed, “Hah? Yoongi, I think all the porn mags and hentai mangas you’ve read during your free time has gotten to your head.” You cupped his face with your small palms (in comparison to his large hands) and looked at him intently. “Maybe it’s time to ease up on that, sir.”

“I’m serious, doll.” He grabbed your hands away from his face and stared harshly, “I'd rather have you in my arms, feeling your warmth against me, than flipping through those Playboy magazines during my free time."

Literally, no words could release from your lips. You’re just awestruck that this carefree man who threw witty and sarcastic remarks on a daily basis could have conjured such a confession to you. You found it endearing in a way, knowing his exterior is just a facade and inside lies a compassionate soul named Min Yoongi. 

At this moment, you decided to surrender, allowing yourself to be consumed by the passion growing between the two of you. Embraced in the untamed fire that blazed in Yoongi's eyes. “Then, keep going. Waiting to see how you’ll keep me entertained.”

Quickly, Yoongi's lips descended upon yours, the kiss ignited an unknown sensation inside of you. The taste of anticipation lingered in the air as your mouths melded together in a fervent fight. His lips, soft yet demanding, explored every contour of yours, coaxing forth sighs of pleasure that escaped each others’ entwined breaths.

Feeling a bit assertive, you gently bit his lips as a signal for him to allow your tongue to intertwined with his, to which he smiled and let you in. Both your movements synchronized, a blend of dominance and tenderness. However, which each stroke of his tongue, he claimed your mouth, marking you as his own in a surge of possessiveness that sent shivers cascading down your spine.

As your bodies pressed closer, the intensity and eagerness to have him inside you grew. You once again let your fingers find solace in the soft strands of Yoongi's hair, tugging a bit which he responded to with a groan. Breaths mingling with the heady mix of desire that filled the room. Your hips meet Yoongi’s hard cock, visibly straining against his demin jeans, as you begin lightly grinding against him, needing to relieve yourself of this feeling blooming in your abdomen.

However, unbeknownst to you, Yoongi had other plans in mind. He suddenly held down your thighs to prevent you from moving further. You whine at him, frustrated. 

“Doll, I’m not gonna fully give you what you want right now.” The mischievous glint in his gaze betrayed his desire for retribution. He saw an opportunity to playfully punish you for catching him indulging in the guilty pleasure of his magazine. “Since you interrupted me earlier, I’m only going to let you sit on my cock as punishment. No riding.”

“Are you serious right now–” You paused, Yoongi lifting an inquisitive brow up in response. If you kept arguing with him, his stubborn self will deprive you of everything at this moment, his desires be damned. The thing you didn’t need right now was for him to command you to watch him jerk off or leave the room and go find someone else to fulfill his needs. “...Fine, Boss. Your wish is…my command.” You sighed, gripping his shoulders.

“Condom?”

“No, it’s okay. I take birth control.” He eyed you intently. “NOT for what you think. I take it to regulate my cycle.” You responded, annoyed while he chuckled. Not like you had the time to be fucking people left and right in this high stakes job you had. You take your role very seriously, mind him.

He lifted you so he’s able to lift his own hips up to pull his pants down. He pulled his dick out and you stared at how it sprung up against his stomach, almost to full hardness already. It’s so thick and fat, you thought to yourself. You had imagined how he’d look underneath his clothes, but your thoughts never compared to the [reality of his] pale pink dick with small drops of precum at the top of the head. Yoongi took note of your glances and exhaled harshly. He slid his hands up your thighs to the hem of your skirt and pulled it to where your pink striped panties came into his sight. 

“You’re seriously so cute, you know that?” You mumbled a shut up as your cheeks reddened from his continued compliments. He pushed your panties to the side, placing two fingers teasingly at your entrance, collecting the wetness that you already displayed. "Do you need to be prepped more? Or can you take my cock without it?" He locked eyes with you as he slipped his two fingers easily in, quickly causing your walls to tighten around his digits.

“I-It’s fine, Yoongi,” You moaned his name quietly. You knew you were wet enough from the previous motions that you could do without it. “Just put your dick inside me already so we can call it a day.." He raised his eyebrows at your commanding attitude. "P-Please..”

Chuckling, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed your hips again. He took his throbbing dick in his hand and lined it up to your entrance. He sunk you down, slowly taking him in inch by inch, the thickness stretched you out more than you expected. You moaned out as quietly as you could, still struggling to fit all of him inside you. Yoongi kept a hand on your hips to guide you down, while the other caressed your back in reassurance.

"Keep going, love." Love? A new nickname? "You’re doing great." He praised, while trying his best to hold in beautiful sounds of his own.

With his encouraging words, you took a deep breath and moved down until your pussy had swallowed him whole, his head right against your cervix. "Just right…you did it," Yoongi cooed. He cupped your cheeks and made you look at him. "How does this feel?"

You’re starting to lose composure already, "I-It feels g-good…" you stammered, dragging out the last word while letting your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

"Great, but..” He stretched out to grab the D-Grayman vol 22 manga lying around on the table “Don’t you dare move. I’m gonna read." 

“I can’t believe you… you sick, sick man.”  His laughter rolled through him, which involuntarily  created a ripple of pleasure building within your cunt, a warmth growing again and spreading through your every nerves. Besides the fact that his warm cock was snug within you, filling you more completely than a dildo of yours could ever, you couldn't recall another moment where you’ve felt so content. While at first you were scared of crossing a line in your relationship, you can’t deny this feels just right.

He wrapped his right around your waist, while using his left to hold his book and flip the pages. Perks of having big hands, you wonder what else they could do. You laid your head on his right shoulder, eyes slowly squeezing shut. Maybe you should take a nap. 

However, while Yoongi seemed to be nonchalant and relaxed, he was struggling a lot more than you to not say fuck this and fuck you roughly in a cowgirl position. Because just as you were relaxing, suddenly his cock fucking twitched. You gasped, your cunt clenching involuntarily and wrapping tighter around his length. A shiver shot up your spine as you instinctively pushed back on him, taking him even deeper into you from a higher angle. 

“Yoongi, I swear..”

“Sorry. That was on me, doll.” He went back to reading before adding on a few minutes later, “I’m tempted to fuck you, but I’ll save it for another time. If I give in now, I’ll probably want to fuck you everywhere and anywhere we go. Want to teach you a lesson.” 

“Yoongi!” Your eyes widened and you smacked his back. He chuckled lowly. Pisces men really are lowkey sex freaks. You don’t know what you’d do if this man asks you if he can tie you up with ropes or vice versa. Let’s hope he’s just into vanilla shit for the sake of your sanity,

For the rest of the time, he stayed true to his word and remained resilient. At some point, you drifted off to dreamland, feeling so comfortable and cozy sitting on his dick. You faintly felt a kiss on your temple, though you’re not sure if you dreamed it, or if Yoongi actually did it. You didn’t bother thinking too much about it now.

The next thing you know, you woke up later that afternoon, laying down on the sofa with a blanket covering you. You glanced around to find Yoongi, but he was nowhere in sight. You checked your phone on the table and saw text messages from 35 minutes ago

Yoongi: Hey doll, got a call from joon saying he found the drug operation Agust D is hiding above that one good noodle shop in chinatown. I had to go with him and some of the guys ready to bust it down. I’ll be sure to to get you a bowl of noodles when I’m done. 

Yoongi: Extra beef and very spicy, right?

God, you’re actually gonna fall in love with this man. He really does pay attention to the little details about you more than you realized. 

You text back knowing he’s probably not going to be back for a bit longer.

Y/N: Yes pls! Don’t forget to bring some chopsticks.

Yoongi: 👍

Not long after, before the sun sunk underneath the horizon, he arrived back to the office holding a bag of take-out food from Asian Beef Noodle shop. “Sorry to keep you waiting. We got everything taken care of.”

Your eyes lit up with admiration as you sat up on the couch, your lips curling into a grateful smile. "Great job, boss."

Yoongi's gaze softened as he placed the tray of noodles on the coffee table in front of you. He took a seat beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. "I appreciate your support, doll. So, I brought these noodles as a small peace offering."

"You're forgiven, I suppose,” You chuckled, voice filled with soft warmth. “Noodles are easily the best way to my heart."

Your playful comment sent a spark of anticipation through Yoongi. He grinned, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, I’ll make it up to you later, for being so good. Look forward to tonight," he whispered, his voice laced with a sultry tone.

Your cheeks flushed at the promise in his words, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of desire and excitement. “You’re making me embarrassed,” you sighed, replying further with a sultry voice with anticipation. “But, you better not disappoint. I’ll leave your side!” You joked, both of you laughing at the silliness of this conversation

Despite the fluttering emotions from earlier reawakening from his words, you two continued to share a comfortable silence, the aroma of the noodles filling the air. With a newfound sense of closeness, you two dug into the delicious meal, savoring the flavors and basking in the afterglow of their earlier passion. It was a moment of shared contentment, where the chaos of both your lives momentarily faded away, leaving only the warmth of connection and comfort of each other's presence.

[gyusimp]

Happy Birthday to me!

I finished what I had to do for now, and besides, I was feeling horny enough to write some smut! My birthday was 2 days ago, but here is the fic I planned to post on Feb 1st. The idea was thanks to @whisperhug97 so thank you very much for your suggestion, enjoy! 💜

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW | Explicit content | Canon Gyutaro | Smut content | Hard s3x | A little kidnapping | Prostitution? (Just reader saving her own life) | MINORS DNI! | Read at ur own risk

You were broke, the job you currently had had caused you so much discomfort that you simply stopped coming without telling anyone. You made that decision lightly in a fit of fury thinking that soon someone else could employ you. You lived in the Entertainment District so sooner or later your skills with traditional makeup might come in handy, in a couple of weeks you'd be hired. But it had been 6 months since you lost your job and you needed the money more and more.

You got small tasks to do around the neighborhood but nothing completely stable, you only had to take care of getting money to pay the rent for your room and something that would take away your hunger during the day. You began to lose weight, the desperation of not knowing how you would survive the next day eating away at your brain until you were forced to take drastic measures. You knew someone at the Kyogoku house, where you worked temporarily some time ago, and you asked them to do you a favor. You tried to work as best as you could during that period to qualify for a permanent position but the Oiran Warabihime was too demanding and difficult to please so when you finished the agreed time they simply opened the doors for you to leave.

The plan you had now was difficult, even more so because it would have to be executed outside the eyes of the almost white-skinned girl. If she ever found out, you could imagine her tilted head looking at you with contempt and fury. Fortunately, you got the lady of the house to lend you a considerable amount of money to pay this month's rent and buy some products that you could resell to generate a little money that would help you stay stable for a while. Sales were good, but the time it took to recover the amount borrowed would not come from one day to the next and after 3 weeks, people from the Kyogoku House would knock on your door to collect the money borrowed. You explained to them a thousand times that you were still recovering it with your sales, but the same situation was repeated over and over again until 3 more months passed and the news reached Warabihime's ears.

Annoyed, she decided that you should pay one way or another, what did you think you were to steal like that with the money she earned? The next debt collector did not knock on your door, he simply entered through your window next to a long piece of fuchsia fabric with floral designs that wrapped your entire body with the necessary force to immobilize you and lose you in its folds. Everything was dark, the feeling of being swallowed and suffocated completely within the density of an unknown tunnel accelerated your breathing horribly, squeezing your eyes, you lost track of time. You didn't know if it had been hours or even days, you woke up feeling tired and with stiff joints, you tried to scream but your mouth was gagged and your eyes were blindfolded. Your waist and under your breasts were tight with something as were your hands and arms up, leaving you kneeling on the hard, dry ground. You were kidnapped, you didn't think this situation would get out of control but you should have assumed it was someone else's money.

Raucous laughter filled the room as you began to move, trying to get out of the grip of the fabric that pressed against your body.

"You look so pathetic, it's useless, any attempt is ridiculously useless." It was a male voice, shrill but hoarse at the same time, which made you feel chills down your spine. You heard barefoot footsteps approaching you, when you felt a hand pull your hair to shake your head mockingly. "Do you really think you could fool my sister? You poor stupid bitch!" He laughed again, carelessly removing your blindfold, messing up your hair.

Your vision was cloudy, not to mention everything was a little dark, but as your eyes recovered, you managed to make out a tall man in front of you, hair greenish and messy. Although he was quite strong in his arms and chest, his rib bones were visible above his thin waist. Inky black spots painted his face and body in a way never seen before in your eyes. The fear and uncertainty of what would happen now was killing you and you felt like very soon you would really be dead.

"I will take care of collecting every last cent with your blood, I will make you wish you had never set foot in this world..."

The man was approaching you menacingly, with a kind of bloody sickle in his hand while he grabbed your chin with the other. Your eyes were tearing and your mouth was sobbing under the gag, your terror of death was enormous, there was nothing more that scared you in this life than a slow and painful death and this man was willing to give it to you, but you were also willing to do anything to avoid any suffering. "Let me take this from you, pretty...I like hearing human screams as they watch me tear their stomachs open in front of their eyes." The man moved a hand and the gag in your mouth slipped, leaving your sobs uncovered. Your heart was beating non-stop and your soul was almost leaving your body when you watched the man's weapon rise above you.

"WAIT WAIT!! PLEASE WAIT!! I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!!" You shouted desperately, catching his attention. Usually the boy never listens to the requests of his prey, but seeing a young and pretty woman like you so vulnerable before him, made him curious about what you had to say. He stopped his murderous movement and let you talk.

"Fast." He ordered. This was your chance, you had to do anything to save yourself, anything no matter what. You tried to calm your breathing and cleared your throat.

"I know I owe a lot of money to this house, I wasn't avoiding anything, I just couldn't get it at the agreed time." His yellow eyes stared intimidatingly at you. "I know I have to pay but I don't want to do it with my life...could it be...another way?" The tone of your voice changed drastically on the last sentence, still concerned but you managed to sound needy and agitated, in a sensual way. As you finished speaking, you looked the man straight in the eyes as you slowly opened your legs on your spot. Waiting for a response.

He didn't say anything, he just stuck his sickle into the ground and crouched in front of you. Your reaction worried you. But it was unpredictable when he started laughing madly.

"It's the most pathetic thing I've ever seen! Completely pathetic! Are you seriously willing to offer me your body so I don't kill you? To let someone as disgusting as me fuck you to spare your life?"

You didn't act on impulse, you had already slept with a friend in exchange for favors a few years ago so you were willing to do it if your life was at risk. The man approached you, his right hand went straight to the collar of your kimono to pull it down and leave your breasts almost completely exposed, making you gasp. This boy was not stupid, since he saw you you seemed attractive to him and he would have eventually taken you by force if his sister had not demanded that he kill you immediately, but since you were offering yourself, he was not going to waste the opportunity.

"W-What's your name?" you asked. He hesitated a little before answering.

"Gyutaro...why the fuck do you want to know that?"

"To know whose name I must moan and beg for more."

A smile formed on your opponent's face, but not just any smile, it was a dark and selfish smile, full of lust and mockery. With a single movement of his hands, Gyutaro made the obi around your body loosen to open your clothes and admire your naked body under your kimono, two other pieces of cloth adhered to your thighs to lift your legs and keep them open. It seemed like he was able to control that flowery obi.

"The amount you owe is very large girl, your payment will be according to that."

Gyutaro approached you, you could see the large bulge that had quickly formed between his legs under his pants, he moved his face towards you and began to lick and suck your neck vigorously making you moan as you felt his hot and wet touch. He continued with your shoulders and collarbones while massaging your thighs vigorously until he brought one of his hands to one of your breasts, squeezing the fat roughly making you moan loudly.

"Do you like it, you little slut?" He said, looking at your entire blush but you were nodding frantically.

"Y-Yes...continue."

Gyutaro squeezed both of your breasts, massaging your skin and positioning himself between your legs, he pulled down his pants and let his erect, wet tip rub sloppily against your lips and your wet center. His smile widened when he noticed your back arch slightly as you felt his member on your clit, making your juices begin to wet it. His hands squeezed harder until he left red marks from his fingers on your tits, your nipples were hard and rigid under his touch so he couldn't help but bend down and take one of them between his teeth to play with it and stimulate it with his tongue. He had his eyes fixed on your body, reveling in your soft but needy moans as he sucked and scored you hard. Your arms were still, bound tightly by the obi over your head, suppressing any urge to tug on his hair to signal him to continue.

The moment Gyutaro opened your labia with two fingers and started playing with your clit with his thumb made you close your eyes and tilt your head back.

"Aaah!! Yes, there, there Gyutaro....k-keep touching me there mmmhh..."

His touch continued and sped up, his short nails sliding between your hole making you clench and buck your hips. You felt the obi on your thighs move to spread your legs wider and you looked down immediately when you felt Gyutaro's tongue wrap around your clit, playing with it between his teeth, looking at you with a lascivious smile. The sight of him wedged between your open legs, with your pussy in his face and your face between your two breasts showing off your hard nipples was priceless. With his two thumbs, he took your lips and parted them to highlight your bulge between your wet and slippery folds, to fuck you needily with his tongue, making your hips stutter and your knees bend even more. Your taste was incredible, he had never tasted anything like it.

Gyutaro continued licking and sucking each of your folds while you melted between moans and obscene pleas to want to cum.

"AA-AAHHH!! Gyu-taro-oo-aaah! So, keep it up...you fuck me so good, so good! I wanna cum, I wanna cum...would you like me to cum now? Over, all over your face? Aaa-aaah- that I covered your mouth with all my orgasm?" You said, moving your hips up, bringing your pussy closer to him.

Gyutaro looked at you and wiped the remains of your juices from his chin before speaking. "Of course I would...but I would like more to feel you covering my cock, honey."

Gyutaro immediately got on his knees and without thinking twice he spread your legs wide open and spat on your pussy in a contemptuous manner, and then entered your hole without warning, in a single movement. You moaned loudly and obscenely when you felt his length pass through you, you could intensely feel how your walls stretched to try to take his size and contracted back around him to suck him hard. You knew your pussy was doing a good job when you saw him moan and curse, tilting his head back.

"Fuck...mmmhh, what a good cunt..." Gyutaro said, thrusting into you again to get deeper.

He loved the way you were moving and how submissive you were being underneath him. Gyutaro started touching your tits again as he bent down to suck your hard nipples and make you moan. His body trembled as your hole surrounded him tightly, so tight, making ropes of cum begin to leak into you, approaching his orgasm. That sensation led him to move faster inside you. It wasn't being so bad after all, you could be screaming and dying from the pain, maybe you wouldn't even be alive anymore, but now you were safe, being fucked by a demon but at least you were screaming in pleasure and not pain. This man had something special, you knew he was very dangerous but that idea was only turning you on even more, and even more so seeing yourself in this situation. You looked down and could see your open legs and lips receiving Gyutaro, watching your clit outside of you being pressed against his cock with each of his thrusts, hitting your most sensitive spot again and again until you were completely wrapped around him and you began to move vigorously, making your breasts bounce on you and letting all your juices come out on him, bathing him with your orgasm, forming a thick, white ring around his penis, dripping between your legs.

Gyutaro couldn't help but smile at having that thick, wet feeling on him, which led him to cum almost immediately the moment your walls clenched intensely and you milked him completely. Gyutaro covered you with his seed from the inside out, making you feel wet and slippery from the hot, white liquid poured into you, leaking out little by little through the folds of your center, arching your waist.

"AAAHH G-GYUTARO!!" You moaned, almost screaming. Your hips continued to move almost instinctively until he was satisfied and stopped using you. It seemed like he would never get tired but little by little his pace slowed down until his breathing calmed down.

"W-what...what's your name?" He asked.

“Y/n…” you answered tiredly.

"Well, Y/n, your debt has been settled..." At that moment Gyutaro pulled out of you without warning, making you moan as you felt his member rubbing along your walls until the exit, leaving you wet and empty beneath him.

The obi that was restraining your arms and legs was completely removed from your entire body, leaving you free. You thought Gyutaro would finally let you go or something, but instead of doing that, he grabbed your kimono and took it off completely. Even though he had just fucked you relentlessly, you noticed that his erection was not disappearing, actually, his tip was beginning to leak as he ran his fingers over his slit in a dirty way in front of you looking at your body. "But the interests are still missing..." he said, laughing with desire and taking your arm to turn you around and hover over you like an animal in heat.

Gyutaro inhaled your scent and began to rub his tip on your ass, pressing you to the ground. He would make up a valid excuse for his sister later, informing her that you were his new toy and she shouldn't kill you.

[hwanchaesong]

↗🏢 Entering 1st floor: Lost in the crowd, blurry eyes and pink lips, wrongs paths and right person, and now you're saved in his arms. 🌌

🎧: Chase Atlantic - Paradise

wc: 1.6k

genre & warnings: fluff, angst, suggestive, university setting, strangers to lovers au, mentions of alcohol, party, cursing, themes of marriage, appearance of other idols etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Paradise Hotel series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

"Am I sweating too much? Is my suit wrinkled? Are m-"

"Hyung, shut the fuck up. You're fine." Beomgyu cuts off Soobin's yapping, rolling his eyes at the older's unsolicited panicking.

A comforting tap on his left shoulder gets Soobin's attention, "You need to calm down. It's your special day." Yeonjun, the oldest of the bunch, speaks up while the others nod their heads in agreement.

The male pouts, facing the mirror in front of him and he scans himself. He's handsome, that's given, but he couldn't help his nerves.

He closes his eyes in an attempt to cool his heated mind; remembering the moment when he first met you, the time when he knew he was in love, and the second he's sure that you're the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

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It was a bright day but Soobin was rather gloomy on the inside because what the fuck? Where is he and where are his friends?

Surely, they didn't leave him alone in the amusement park, right?

Knowing his friends though, the possibility is sky high. Fucking pranksters.

He rubbed his temples in frustration, might as well walk around and enjoy himself, he did pay for the entrance fee.

Just then, a girl suddenly appeared. A girl in a pink sundress, sporting a big grin and two milkshakes. One of her arms is extended towards him, a kind gesture of offering him a drink.

"Uh..?" he stammers, not really knowing how to handle a situation like this.

"Here!" you shove the large plastic cup in his hand, "You look thirsty."

"Oh, thank you but I'm not t-"

"Yes, you are thirsty." you flat out rejected his rejection, and he was dumbfounded because he has never met someone like this before... and it's akin to that of inhaling fresh air from the mountains.

He stares at you, yeah, maybe he'll appreciate your company.

He found his friends after a few hours, with your help of course, and it's safe to say that his rambling about them losing him and not bothering to look for him was astounding. (in an adorable way)

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His second meeting with you was nothing more than a godsent chance, in a frat party of his university that he was forced to be at, courtesy of Yeonjun, the most popular frat boy of their college.

He was sitting quietly in a corner, nursing his red cup of alcohol concoction, observing the swarm of people on the dance floor, swaying to the beat of some rock music blaring through the speakers of the house.

He sighs, this is boring as hell, then his eyes light up when he sees your familiar figure across the room. Then it went droopy when he noticed the guy beside you.

Wait a damn minute.

You look uncomfortable as fuck.

Soobin is not weak, but by all means, he avoids conflicts. He's docile like that, but his head was empty when he decided to walk over to you with a newfound confidence due to the liquid courage in his system.

"Hey, Y/N." he greets with a light smile, and he felt pride in his chest when he saw your hopeful expression.

You were about to reply to him, but the male beside you rudely interrupted the meeting.

"Man, can't you see we're busy here?" the man slurs, clearly drunk and for some reason, Soobin was pissed at the way your features withered just because of some asshole's words.

"What I'm seeing here is that you're invading her personal space." he utters threateningly, the polar opposite of his usual gentle way of speaking.

If there is one thing that he'll forever thank the heavens for, it'll be his height. He towers over the other man, and it was enough to intimidate the jackass.

"Yup!" you saw the opportunity to escape from the arms of your former partner, "Excuse us, Sunghoon, we'll be going now."

You stood up, grabbed Soobin's arms and dragged him out on the terrace of the house, "Thank you so much for saving me back there." you mumbled, shaking slightly from the cold, your thin outfit ain't shielding you from the winter breeze.

Then, you feel something warm draped over your shoulders, the orange-ish scent fills you with a sense of tranquil.

"It's nothing, it's a man's duty to protect a lady." he says jokingly, but your gut tells you that he meant it.

You took the initiative to step a little bit closer to him, bumping your shoulders onto his arm, "You're like a knight in shining armor then."

He hums, tilting his head so he could see you better, and the way you're gazing at him makes his heart beat a wad faster.

How could someone be so beautiful under some shitty lighting and an oversized (his) jacket.

"Am I?" he whispers, soft voice tickling the butterflies in your stomach.

"Yeah, my knight in shining armor."

That must make you his damsel in distress.

You are not good for his delicate soul, yet he knew that it was the end for him when you used that damned possessive noun.

A fragile yet thorny sentiment was planted, and now he's about to water and grow it.

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Soobin is well-aware of his feelings for you, and there's no hour where he's not fretting about it. He is always thinking of ways to confess, to make you his, because he is convinced that the universe made you two meet.

Call him a delulu but he firmly believes that you are his soulmate.

As usual, instead of sleeping, his mind is in an overdrive, thinking of you all day and all night.

He tossed and turned in his bed, he has morning classes tomorrow at fucking 7:30 am. Really, who in their right minds would teach that early?

His phone then started ringing, scaring the wits out of him. Again, who in their right fucking minds w-

Never mind, it's you.

He immediately answers the call, then he hears you sobbing and muttering incoherent sentences until he makes out a vague 'I'm outside your apartment.'

Never the sporty one but he was faster than flash when he shot up from his bed to open the door for you, and there you were. Standing in the middle of his small yard— puffy eyes, red nose, pink lips, wrecked appearance yet in his eyes, you're still gorgeous as ever.

"Soobin!" you cried out, throwing yourself in his arms, and he easily caught you, letting in his flat as he shuts the door close with his foot.

"What's happening? Are you alright?" he worriedly asks, threading his fingers on your smooth strands, doing his best to pacify your problems away.

"I can't lose you." you murmur, and he felt his heart stop along with the rotation of the earth. Is he hearing things now? Had he gone insane?

When Soobin remained silent, you continued to ramble in his chest, hugging him tightly, "I-I heard from some people in our uni that Yeri will be confessing to you. I don't w-want that!" you hiccup, and he discerns that you probably had a few drinks before coming here.

"Y/N." he gently called your name, and you craned your neck to face him, only for Soobin to give you the most loving kiss you had ever experienced.

Everything about the kiss is surreal. Magical, enchanting, one that can be only given to you by your destined person.

"I don't care about that or her." he fondly cradles your cheeks in his cozy palms, "I only care about you, my princess, my damsel in distress. I am your knight in shining armor, after all."

If you needed more assurance, he gladly showed you that for the rest of the night. He made you realize how much he loves you. With simple touches, messy tongue and teeth filled kisses, and passionate love-making.

He had you writhing under him, and even in your sweaty and tousled condition, he still finds you to be an absolute masterpiece.

Soobin worshiped your body, kissing and licking every corner, your skin was a former blank canvas that he happily painted in luxurious hues of the sky and wine.

At the end of it all, he has you enveloped in his arms. He has you in his life, sleeping peacefully. His pretty, pretty princess that he swore to protect with all his might until you're grey and old.

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"Hyung, let's go. It's about to start." Huening Kai nudged Soobin, slightly startling him from his daydreaming. His eyes were wide open, anxious yet still complied when he was hauled out of the dressing room.

He stood like a statue at the end of the aisle, he was focusing on a piece of flower that had fallen from the arrangement displayed at the altar.

The sound of the metallic doors opening and the classical music playing sent shivers down his spine.

He slowly turns around, his eyes locking in yours and the surroundings are serene once again.

He watches you walk down the red carpet, wearing the most exquisite white gown that you have specially curated for the occasion. A white veil covers your face, and Soobin doesn't need to remove it to see how much of an angel you are.

The girl of his dreams that makes his dreams come true, if that even makes sense, but that's what he'll describe you despite the lack of adjectives to represent a treasure like you.

Soobin is no genius nor a champion, he is not the richest man on earth, no, yet he knows that he's lucky enough to be alive in this utopia with you.

Real heaven starts with you, his paradise.

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Hello, I miss the show and everyonez writtings help keep the essence of it going. What if: x and Sam lose Dean as in the show and they fight their feelings as to not betray Dean but atlas the give in and little Dean is born. Just a thought. Thank u.

Or Dean meeting his gf parents for the 1st time, that be cute.

Always You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: ~2,058

In which Dean meets the reader’s parents for the first time.

A/N: This has been in my inbox for wayyyy too long and I’d like to give a formal apology for that. It's a short fic, but I hope you enjoy it!!

Relationships between hunters didn’t last forever. It was something that all hunters knew, which is why relationships were something that most hunters avoided. It was an unspoken rule. 

Dean Winchester had never been a fan of rules.

At the moment though, he couldn’t help but wish that he had followed the rules. If he had, maybe he wouldn’t be in this situation, on one of his most important missions yet.

Meeting his girlfriend’s parents.

He looked in the mirror, frowning at his reflection. He was wearing his usual flannel button up and pants, his hair a bit mussed.

You had insisted that the gathering was completely casual, and that your parents would like it a lot better if he showed up as himself instead of playing a part to try and impress them. But as he continued looking himself over, he couldn’t help but start to second guess your judgment, even if he knew by now that you were always right.

He heard the door to his room open, his eyes finding yours in the mirror. You were dressed in casual clothes as well, a simple shirt and pants, looking more at ease and comfortable than he’d seen you in a while.

Not to say that you were never at ease. But most days, the two of you were in your hunter gear, or at least carrying concealed weapons on you. Even when you had a day without hunting, when you posed as regular civilians, you had a look of caution in your eyes and a hand near your knife. You were never really at rest, even when you were asleep, with one hand on the gun under your pillow. But today, he silently thanked your parents for inviting the two of you over if it meant he could see you in a calm state for a few hours.

You smiled lightly as you looked him up and down. “You ready?”

He shook his head, still looking at you in the mirror. “You sure I shouldn’t show up in a suit?”

You laughed as you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, your chin resting lightly on his shoulder. “No way, they’d think you were totally pretentious. And kind of a jerk.”

“We’re hunters, being pretentious is part of the job.”

“Maybe with regular civilians, yeah. But not with each other.”

Dean’s eyes softened and he turned, gathering you up in his arms. Being a hunter had taken everything from him. His friends, his family, and even his brother more than a few times. It had taken you too, once.

He gripped you tighter. Those few months without you had been absolute torture. He’d gotten more reckless, more aggressive. He’d tried to push Sam away, and isolate himself from the rest of the world. But Sam hadn’t let Dean give up on you. The two of them had worked tirelessly to find a way to get you back.

Multiple failed attempts had worn Dean out quickly. But Sam never tired, and never quit. He knew he would have given anything to get Jess back, and he wouldn’t let the same thing happen to his brother.

And then one day, their efforts paid off.

Dean snapped out of his thoughts as you pulled back. You tilted your head, looking up at him with concern. “You okay?”

Dean smiled, leaning down to press his lips to yours. “Yeah, I’m alright. You ready?”

You nodded, a grin spreading across your face. “I’m ready.” You walked towards the door before turning back to look at Dean, a smile on your face. “You coming, Winchester?”

He grinned. “Lead the way.”

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The two of you stood side by side, Dean tense and rigid. You looked over at him and nudged him gently. “You’re going to do great. You brought me back to life, remember? Literally. They already love you for that.”

Dean nodded stiffly as the door in front of them opened. He immediately relaxed his stance and watched as a big smile broke out over your mom’s face.

She stepped forward and held you in her arms tightly, tears streaming down her face. She pulled back and brushed your hair away from your face. “My baby, my baby,” she mumbled as she pulled you in again to pepper kisses across your face.

You laughed and pulled back against her grip. “Nice to see you too, mom.” You turned towards your boyfriend and motioned towards him. “This is Dean.”

Your mom smiled gently. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean plastered on a charming grin, reaching out a hand politely. “Nice to meet-”

He cut off as your mom stepped forward and embraced him, her arms wrapped tightly around him. 

Dean froze. 

It had been so long since someone other than you or Sam had given him any time of physical affection. It was…..nice. He could feel a warmth in his heart. A warmth that felt almost familiar. One that he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

He slowly wrapped his arms around your mom, allowing the tension to slowly ease out of him.

Your mom held him tighter. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For bringing her back.” She pulled back and set a light hand on his cheek before nodding and turning away.

She grabbed onto your hand and started to pull you inside the house. “Hurry up, you two, before the food gets cold.”

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Dean steadied himself against the bathroom sink, his fingers clutching on to the edge so tightly that they were turning white.

He had expected many things when he had come to your house, and had even prepared for many worst case scenarios. Maybe the group of you would be ambushed by demons, or jumped by angels. Maybe your parents would hate him and he’d never be able to show his face in front of them again. 

What he hadn’t expected, though, was for your parents to be so kind.

After your mom had dragged the two of you into the house, you had been engulfed in another hug by your dad, his eyes wet and his grip tight even as you laughed and reassured him that you were here, and you were okay, and you were alive. 

When he had finally let go, your father had turned his eyes on Dean, straightening up and walking forward purposefully. Dean reached out a hand once again. “Nice to meet you, Mr. -”

For the second time in only a few minutes, Dean was cut off and pulled into a warm embrace. Your father was silent, but his hug was warm and strong, one of his hands on the back of Dean’s neck, almost as though he were cradling him gently. 

The warm feeling was filling Dean’s heart again, but this time, he could remember where he recognized it from. It was the same feeling that he’d gotten every time Bobby would pull him into a hug after a bad hunt. It was the feeling he’d gotten when Bobby had taken him out to be a regular boy for a few hours when his dad was off on a hunt. It was a feeling of safety and security. 

It was a feeling that he’d thought he’d never have again.

As soon as he’d been released, Dean had excused himself and asked for directions to the bathroom, pretending that he didn’t see your worried expression as he hurried away.

Now, as he braced himself against the bathroom sink, he couldn’t help but curse under his breath. What was he doing? He was Dean freaking Winchester. He’d killed vampires and ghosts, fought angels and demons, and crawled back from Hell itself. So why was it so hard for him to face your parents?

He took a deep breath, releasing his death grip on the sink and stepping back, looking up at himself in the mirror. It was only for a few hours. He could handle this for a few hours.

A light knock sounded at the door, causing Dean’s head to swivel quickly. He ignored his pounding heart as he walked towards the door and opened it, coming face to face with you, a worried smile on your face. 

“Hey,” you said, your eyes scanning his face for any indication of what was bothering him. “You okay?”

Dean forced a smile on his face, nodding once and giving you a wink. “You couldn’t stay away from me for more than a minute, huh?”

You tilted your head, still staring. You’d been worried that something like this would happen. You had voiced your concerns to Sam just yesterday, asking if maybe introducing him to your loving and huggy parents was a bad idea, since Dean was the first to admit that he wasn’t big on ‘mushy crap’.

Sam had understood what you were really asking almost immediately. “It’s definitely been a while since he’s had to do something like this,” Sam admitted. “But I think it’ll be good for him to finally feel like a part of something like this again.”

You had smiled softly. “He already has that with us.”

Sam had smiled back at you, choosing to wrap you up in a tight embrace instead of responding.

Now, though, you couldn’t help but with that you’d listened to your anxious mind and kept Dean far away from your parents. 

His eyes were darting behind you, as though afraid that your parents would walk in and see him in this state. You pretended not to notice his nervous glances as you reached a hand up and gently cupped his cheek. “We can leave if you’re ready. I’ll say that Gar called with a new hunt.”

Dean pulled back, a mask falling over his face as he gave you another infamous Winchester smile. “You kidding? I can smell the pie from here. Come on, let’s go,” he said as he grabbed one of your hands and gently pulled you forward.

You dug your heels into the ground. “Dean.”

You waited until he turned to face you, a grimace taking the place of his false smile.

“The fact that you even tried,” you said as you took a step forward. “Means the world to me. You mean the world to me. If you want to head out, that’s okay. Honest.” You tilted your head again, a smile slowly forming on your lips. “And if you want to stay, I promise to let you eat all the pie you want. My mom is a gracious server.”

Dean let out a slow exhale at your words. You could practically see his mind working, trying to come up with a solution that would be beneficial for the both of you. Not that you wouldn’t support whatever decision he made. Spending time with your boyfriend without an angry Spirit chasing after you was already a perfect day in your book.

After a moment, Dean looked back down at you, the corner of his lips twitching. “All the pie I want, huh?”

Your smile grew. “And I won’t even tell Sam.”

Dean stared into your eyes, his heart slowing and the fear in his chest dissipating. And he was hit once again with a fact that he always seemed to forget in the face of his hardest battles. He could face anything, as long as he was with you.

The hunter exhaled slowly as you looked up at him with love in your eyes. “Well, how can I turn down an offer like that?” Dean asked with a grin. He reached out and grasped your hand gently, pulling you after him as he made his way back into the dining room.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as easy as he had hoped. Maybe it would be one of the hardest things he’d ever done. But as Dean looked back at you, joy and hope in your eyes, he knew that he would go through it over and over again if it made you happy.

You met his eyes, a spark of amusement dancing over your features. “I knew I could win you over with pie,” you said, a laugh bubbling out of your throat.

It wasn’t the pie, Dean wanted to say as the two of you entered the dining room. Your parents greeted the two of you with broad smiles and plates full of food. It was you.

Always you.

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Fic Finder

Feb 1st

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1. Hey! Thank you so much for your hardwork!

So I've been looking for this fic for days now, I just cant find it. I can't remember if Wwx is the omega but its an abo fic where wwx had 4 children i think. And he thinks theyre all dead but theyre not. He definitely had 2 daughters? Or was it one? But basically there was this scene where they all reunited in the jingshi and they were crying.

Can somebody help me find this fic please? THANK YOU :") @losing-victor

FOUND! I think the fic for #1 of the most recent Fic Finder, where WWX has kids and they reunite in the Jingshi, may be Like The Butterfly by Setari (T, 18k, wangxian, WIP, Fix-It, Not Everyone Dies AU, Next Generation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Unresolved Emotional Tension) on AO3. It’s part of a series ‘The Wei Family’, with three stories total.

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2. Hello all! I am looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian is blind and the Jiang he grew up with know but the Lans don’t know until the lectures when Lan Qiren yells at Wuxian for taking sloppy notes and he is like “I can’t see, how can I tell if my writing is sloppy?” It is not “Close Your Eyes, Feel My Heartbeat” by ThatDesiGirl, I just reread it to check. Any guesses? Thank you!

FOUND? The Darkness Before Dawn by PsycheStellata707 (M, 113k, WIP, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, BAMF WWX, Time Travel, Attempt at Humor, PTSD, Oblivious WWX, WWX-centric, Blind WWX, Sentient Burial Mounds, Self-Indulgent, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Oblivious Pining, Not Canon Compliant)

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3. Hi; for fic finder, could you help me find shapeshifter!WWX fic? Its an old fic. Its a series too i think (3 fic with the first in the series completed and the second part is WIP). I think its tiger WWX (not sure). After WC throws WWX to burial mound, WWX shift to tiger. He cant shift back to human. He hunts the wen in tiger form. He help NHS when he is in the river. NHS was attacked by the wen (either wen or a yao). They then goes to Qinghe. In Qinghe, JWY and LWJ bring back WC to Qinghe to interrogate him. But WWX sees WC and bite him to death. I think WWX is the one who killed WRH too. He bit WRH to death i think

In the second part of the series, after war it was found out that WWX is shapeshifter and many wants to kill (?) Him. The last time i read this, it still only has 1 or 2 chapter.

That all i can remember. Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

FOUND! The Tiger has Destroyed his Cage by updatebug (G, 54k, WangXian, Shapeshifters, Fix-it fic, Animal Pelts, Tiger WWX, Found Family, adopted family, Yungmeng Siblings, Canon appropriate angst and violence, Gratuitous OCs)

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4. i read this a while back but can't remember the name of it, if anyone can find it or knows the name please let me know .

Nie huaisang, lan zhan, Jiang chang active a time travel array. Huaisang and land zhan did NOT know JC altered the array to erase WY. LZ eventually forces JC to fix it and bring WY back.

When JC altered the array to bring WY back he messed up somewhat and the price was his own core disapp //

I read a FF a while back and cannot remember the name of it, if someone could help me out, I would LOVE to reread it.

Years after Wei WuXian died, Lan Wangji and Nie Huaisang want to travel back in time to save Wei Ying and Nei Mingjue. NHS and LWJ finds an array but realize they cannot activate it without Jiang Cheng's help.

However they didn't realize that JC changed the array until they were back in Cloud Recess lecture. LWJ punches JC and

JC had erased WWX from existence. Eventually LWJ made JC fix it and bring back WWX.

After WWX is brought back he reveals the gold core transfer along with other secrets.

However when JC redid the array and brought WWX back is made his own core slowly disintegrate.

They do save the Wen Remnants and and Wen Qing actually helps LWJ finish destroying JCs core when he is challenged to a dual.

@prissyp2014

FOUND? The Way It Wasn’t by KouriArashi (T, 72k, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It, (eventually haha), Slow Build, Family Feels, Moral Ambiguity, Eventual Happy Ending)

FOUND? Not This Time by Marinelifeclub (M, 93k, WangXian, SangNing, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Angst Dark LWJ, Protective LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Resentful WWX, Established Relationship, POV Alternating, Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Minor XuanLi, not for jc fans, eventual 3zun, Kid Fic)

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5. Hello! For the fic finder/s, thank you in advance. ♡

For days I've been trying to find this fic. I'm not sure with the details like if wei wuxian is a farmer here or older (i think he is a farmer though) but what I remember is lan wangji making advances to wei wuxian while sleeping (wei wuxian here is known as a heavy sleeper ) but at some point wei wuxian got awake during those and from then on anticipate what lan wangji gonna do, so he knows what lan wangji is doing and there's a number of that that happens. Also, lan wangji is running out of time because he was about to go to the main central or the palace to take an imperial exam (? I'm not sure if that's the term) anyway, he was going with lan sizhui to take that exam. I'm not sure if he goes on the day of the exam but I vaguely remember that he confess his feelings to wei wuxian before or on that day. Then they did the everyday. ヾ(＠゜▽゜＠）ノ

FOUND? #5 is "like the waves return to the shore, again and again" but it's been deleted. There's a link to a cache on the @wangxianficrecs blog around Jan 20, maybe Mod Kay can help?

Regarding #5, I have that story saved. So, if anyone wants to read it, send an ask for WangxianFicRecs or a message to @the-last-d-boy with your mail adress and I'll send it to you. ~Mod Kay

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6. Hi! I've been trying to find a fic (I believe it's a time travel au where Lwj and Jc, or just Jc I'm not sure, travel back in time), but the only scene I remember is a scene where Jc for some reason gets mad with Wwx during the Sunshot Campaign after finding Wwx in the woods around the war camp (I don't remember what Wwx was doing). Jc hits Wwx with zidian and Wwx is sent flying into a tree. Jc gets scared after Wwx doesn't get up and goes see if Wwx is ok, only to find out Wwx's heart is no longer beating. Lwj (I don't remember if he arrived after Jc hit Wwx or if he was already in the woods with Wwx), then, manages to make Wwx's heart beat again by performing CPR on him.

can't find the fic, but I remember it. Maybe these details will help. Lan Wangji found out about WWX not having a core after he gets back from being missing (I think by grabbing his wrist maybe?), but Jiang Cheng doesn't know. He didn't expect that hitting WWX with Zidian would be much of a problem for him and he's totally freaked out when WWX collapses and LWJ starts doing CPR which is what you'd do for a non-cultivator

FOUND? these colours fade for you only by doodlebutt (T, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everybody Lives, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, ...eventually, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Sunshot Campaign) it isn’t a time travel fic, but it has the scene where jc hits wwx with zidian

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7. Completely unrelated to my last ask, I’m looking for a Dragonji fic where his hoard is bunnies. Lan Xichen tries to talk to him in the bunny field but he’s just chilling in his dragon form with the bunnies finding him Good. Lan Xichen flies to the Burial Mounds for desperate negotiations with Wei Wuxian. Eventually Wei Wuxian mentions that Lan Wangji didn’t have any bunnies until WW gave him some. LX has some realizations from that. @any-mouse

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8. hii!! i was searching for a fic where lwj finds wwx's corpse at the BM and things happen. i don't know much but it was cracky. i hope you can find it!! thanks already :D @for13years-i-play-inquiry-foryou

FOUND? (we make) a good pair by gamayuglagay (gracon_bacon) (E, 1k, WangXian, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Necrophilia, Foot Fetish, Vajankle, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Crack Taken Seriously) Warning: NECROPHILIA

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9. I read this time travel fic a while ago which I can't find!

I vaguely remember a lot of dimension travel and a-yuan js sort of helping wei wuxian doing the said travel and a-qing is also there. in one part they reach the past but like not really cultivation world (not sure on that) and meet lan xichen, there's also lwj and wwx of that world who help them get back, there's an spaceship and stuff and I think wen qing was also there maybe?

i just realized that the request i sent was way too vague and so is the summary of the fic, which I was misled while looking for it. also if u could add this to the ficfinder post, to explain why this is the fic I was looking for, it is very confusing I'm sorry!!

apparently it wasnt a-yuan who was helping wwx, but rather an original character and its more parallel universes than time travel!! its abeautiful fic!!

FOUND! counterpart by queensmooting (E, 37k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Parallel Universes, Multiple Selves, Kid Fic, some child endangerment (everyone will be fine), lwj can and has gotten pregnant, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, bittersweet ending (ymmv))

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10. hello! i'm looking for a fic where wwx and lwj have a biological child (i'm not sure if it's a-yuan). i think this fic has an omegaverse setting? lwj doesn't know about the child until a bit later on and even then he's unsure bc when he sees the child and asks wwx, wwx tells him to ask again the next time they meet (or he'll tell him more? i'm not sure). but they don't meet again bc wwx dies at qiongqi path on the way to jl's 1 month celebration via a bunch of arrows courtesy of jin zixun and co. he brought along wn and his child, but wn brings the child to cloud recesses secretly, so jzx doesn't die due to wn. i remember there was a scene where they brought wwx's body to jinlin tai and stripped him naked to scan for the hundred holes curse scars, and jins were creepy about it. lwj was dissociating in this scene and he's sorely disappointed in his brother for not helping stop them. please help, i've been thinking abt this fic for days now 😭 @aracchiii

FOUND! 🧡 Born to Blossom, Bloom to Perish by LadyMithiel (M, 113k, WIP, WangXian, A/B/O, Mpreg, Angst, Mostly Canon compliant)

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11. Hi!!! I'm trying to find a fic (it's an one-shot, if I remember correctly) that happens during the Sunshot Campaign. One of the soldiers sees Jc and Wwx fighting, and they see Wwx flinching, and trying to back away. This soldier (I think they either were sexuality assaulted or knew someone who was sexuality assaulted and reacted like this towards the abuser, I don't remember which one it is now), and they find Wwx's reactions to Jc way too similar to the reactions of someone towards their abuser and comments this with another soldiers. The "Wwx reacts towards sect leader Jiang like someone who was sexuality assaulted does" comment spreads around, and soon becomes rumors that Jc did rape Wwx. Wwx is confused by how suddenly everyone is sympathetic towards him, treat him with care and don't let him alone with Jc. One of the last scenes is Jc mad because Wwx "tarnished his reputation", Wwx not understanding shit of what's going on and Jc getting real scarry. They were in a secluded place, I think. Lwj is walking about and sees Wwx backed away on a tree while Jc is looking really agressive, Wwx looking scared, and he (who has heard of the rumors), goes like "nope, he's not about to take Wy against his will again. Not on my watch" and totally trashes Jc (I don't remember if only verbally or also physically).

FOUND? might be chapter 15 of Vrishchika's short prompts?

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12. heyyy, I read the summary of this fic some time ago and I can't find it anymore.

I think it was a modern au in which wwx dies and lwj is looking for him. might be modern with cultivation or maybe wwx just disappeared and everyone thinks he's died. I dont really remember a lot, help me out.

I'm pretty sure he dies though.

FOUND? when the sun goes out by travelingneuritis (E, 176k, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern Cultivation, tech cultivation, Necromancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, insecurity around adoption, Dad!WWX, dad!lwj, Grief/Mourning, Mistaken Identity, Mood Whiplash, Body Swap, sex tears!, Falling In Love, Consensual Somnophilia, apocalypse (localized), Smut, unrealistic sexual stamina, Flashbacks, Time Skips, Illustrations)

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13. I'm looking for a fanfic where wwx gave his golden core to jc but then developed a black one, and if he uses too much demonic cultivation he can die or something like that. also I don't remember if it's from the same fic or not but I think the annoying cousin of Jin z dies from a curse

FOUND? 🧡 a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke (M, 180k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, arranged marriage) 

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14. hello! how are you doing?

i once read a ff in which WWX is rescued/saved/something like that by the Lan Clan i think in the middle of war or something but WWX helps Lan Clan to tackle the problem of crops with his yin energy talisman/array. i hope you will be able to find it (i know its not enough information 😭) @let-it-be-rainbow

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15. hello im looking for a fic where wen ning shoots an arrow at wrh and it hits him in the eye. i think it's a time travel fic but im not sure. also wn asks wq like uncle isn't a good person, is he. i appreciate the assistance

hello im anon on the latest ff #15. sorry, but it's not the fic i was looking for. i remember it being multiple chapters, also the sunshot campaign did happen. the part where wen ning shot wrh was during the final battle of ssc and he was at a high vantage point with wq away from the fighting

NOT FOUND! 💖 Where The Arrow Points by Nillegible (G, 4k, WN & WQ, WN & WWX, WWX & JC, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, No Sunshot Campaign, Because Um. Wen Ning murders Wen Ruohan, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, really)

SIMILAR The Ghost General by English is my death (Lena013) (T, 5k, WN & WWX, WN & WQ, WN centric, BAMF WN, Time Travel Fix-It, what's a conference without someone killing their uncle?WN murders WRH, WN Lives, Ghost General WN, WN looks into his uncle's eyes before killing him, Fierce Corpse WN, Canon Divergence) Actually, I just read the italicised part of the ask for 15, so my suggestion is definitely not it. But it did have time travel WN killing WRH with an arrow!

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16. Hi I’m looking for a specific fic that I thought I had saved, but alas😑

It’s a ‘watching the memories’ type of fic. With protective Jiang Cheng, Lan Xichen, Lan Zhan and juniors.

Anyway I don’t remember much but what I do remember is that the story is set after guanyin temple and that they watched a memory of wwx going about his birthday alone. Qiren and many others were assholes to wwx who just wanted to spend the day with his husband and son, but was constantly denied and berated.

This in turn lead to JG, LZ and LXC I think being angry and protective on his behalf.

That’s all and thank you for the endless effort you all put into finding all these fic’s. @ravenwithwings

FOUND! Music Heals All Forms Of Misery by idontknowwhatimdoinghalfthetime (T, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Fix-It of Sorts, Songfic, Past Character Death, Heavy Angst, Self-Esteem Issues)

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17. Hi hi! Im looking for an Ao3 fic where WQ and WY go to cloud recessess because theyve negotiated protection for the wen remnants with the Lan Clan. The condition is that WY must be purged of all resentful energy, which he and WQ think will kill him, and they believe the Lan clan knows it. Theres a scene where during the purge Lan Zhan realizies whats happening and asks Wei Ying why he would think the Lan wanted to kill/harm him. Pretty sure its a happy ending, or at least hopeful!

Thanks so much, hope youre all well! @la-voce-to-me

FOUND! decay by antebunny (G, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, the fluffiest ending, Hurt/Comfort)

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18. Hi, I am looking for a Wangxian fic that has a lot of twin jade feels I think its starts after the burning of Recesses where both jades are captured by WX and a lot of bad things happen to LWJ after which he ends up forced to work in a brothel where he meets WWX who came to rescue JWY and maybe JZX from the indoctrination and I also remember that LXC was allowed to visit Lan Zhan but only when he was drugged to sleep and that WX knew that the jades kept in line only cause of the other. It probably followed canon divergence and it was a complete fanfic. the story is pretty hazy in my head so I am hoping someone remembers it. thank you.

FOUND! Alter by Solmae (E, 162k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Drama & Romance, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Gang Rape, Forced Prostitution, PTSD, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Slavery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Torture)

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19. I remember reading a fic where Wei Wuxian was taken as a prisoner, I think maybe by the Nie, and everyone expected him to practice Inedia while kept captive just for him to become extremely ill from lack of food, revealing his lack of golden core. Everyone freaks out a bit

FOUND? ❤️ whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Torture, WWX Lives, but basically no one else, Case Fic,   Cultivation Sect Politics, Past Abuse, WWX Whump, YL WWX, JL Needs a Hug, JL Tries, Yunmeng Bro Reconciliation, Past Character Death, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, POV Alternating, Flashbacks,   Eventual Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Depression, Not A Fix-It, Mouth Sewn Shut)

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20. Hi👋🏽

I love looking through your fic-finder posts and discovering ‘new’ fics to read !

I’m trying to find a fic taking place after the SunShot Campaign, where WWX takes the role of a Jiang Elder instead of Head Disciple. I’ve tried looking for it by AO3’s filter but was only able to find a similar fic series - Rest of Resolution by MarbleGlove.

Details: WWX somehow fools the JGS into thinking WWX is older than he actually is (Lan Qiren is in on the joke too). @animewatching

FOUND? Like a Water-Worn Stone by meyari (T, 41k, wangxian, major character death, Hurt/Comfort, very little hurt, lots of comfort, Chronic Illness, Serious Injuries, Self-Medication, Disability, PTSD, Depression, Self-Worth Issues, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aftermath of war, Aftermath of Violence, Prisoner of War, Identity Issues, Warning: Jīn Guāngshàn, enslavement (discussion of), abuse (discussion of), actually very fluffy despite the warnings)

FOUND? Elder, an Aesthetic by MarbleGlove (G, 8k, JC & WWX, Fix-It, Post-Sunshot Campaign)

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Soundtrack To Disaster

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Summary: After six years in jail, your older brother is welcomed home with open arms. With him, he invites a whirlwind of chaos, turning life as you know it upside down. the catastrophes of your teenage years rise to the surface. The past is slowly unburied as you attempt to cope with people you once loved re-entering your life without warning or permission.

Tags: Angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | This fic is rated 18+ MDNI each chapter will have its own content/trigger warnings

Author’s Note: Uh oh, Willow got another long form fic idea, someone stop them! I’ve been workshopping this story for a few months now, and i’m really excited to finally tell you guys! Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list when I post a new chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I do not consent to having my work fed to AI engines, or reposted in any way, shape, or form on other websites. Unless otherwise stated, this is the only account that features and contains this work, and any replication was done without my consent. Please let me know if you see my work elsewhere. I am satiated by reblogs and comments, so please! Interact with my work! It motivates me to write more, and it helps to know someone out there is reading.

taglist: @children-of-the-grave @five-bi-five @kellsck @faggotinie @xplrnowornever

Prologue and Chapter I coming October 1st

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— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for April 2024! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

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＊ and so I have to say (before I go) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [M, 27k, Harry/Louis]

Sometimes falling in love is taking a leap of faith, jumping into the unknown with your eyes closed, hoping someone will be there to catch you.

Sometimes falling in love is seeing the person in front of you, all their flaws and imperfections, and taking that leap nonetheless.

Sometimes it's both.

In Louis' and Harry's case, it's both.

＊ Pathema Proteleia by @persephoneflouwers [M, 53k, Louis/Harry]

A few years ago, Omega Prince Harry left his husband and mate Alpha Louis without any apparent reason. When enemies of the Royalty make an attempt on his life and threaten to hurt Omegas, Louis has to ask the Prince for help.

Or The Greek Tragedy AU (but with the happiest ending).

＊ I Want You Here With Me (Like How I Pictured It) by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 345 words, Harry/Louis]

"I just- Everyone was there and- and they were all happy and in love and I just- I needed to get out of there, Lou." Harry sniffled, wrapping his coat closer to himself as he trudged down the street. "It's not fair. It's not fair that they all get to be happy and in love and have their partners with them when I can't be with you."

OR The one where Harry misses Louis

＊ A Frail Farewell by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings [M, 11k+, wip, Louis/Harry]

Louis can’t believe his luck when he is offered one of the easiest jobs he has had as a long-term house-sitter for the wealthy. He loves the money, and the peace and quiet of the empty mansions he looks after. Most of all he likes that there are no surprises until he gets the shock of his life from ex-pop star Harry Styles who isn’t supposed to be home.

＊ tell me what the hell we're feeling (if you don't do feelings) by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [M, 4k, Harry/Louis]

Harry is getting over a breakup. Louis doesn't date. Neither of them is interested in a relationship -- but they are interested in each other's bodies. It takes a global pandemic for them to admit that maybe there's more than just lust between them.

＊ April Drools! by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 1k, Louis centric ot 5 pairings]

Louis offers a particularly slobbery blow job to his clients who'd rather not be made a fool of on April 1st. Of course, he's got an option for those who don't mind being a little humiliated as well. Part 12 of Glory Hole-idays

＊ I'm Praying (that you don't burn out or fade away) by @lululawrence [NR, 74k, Louis/Harry]

“Louis,” Harry breathed happily. His smile widened as he realized he’d finally found him, and he was stood before his soulstar. This was the closest they’d been in 31 Earth years, which had felt extraordinarily long for Harry, even in his star form. He could hardly withhold his happiness at seeing him again.

“Erm, yeah,” Louis said, interrupting Harry’s thoughts with his brows furrowing and looking clearly suspicious. “And you are?”

Harry and Louis are literal stars who have known they were soulmates from their creation eons ago, however when Louis came to Earth to start the next phase of their fated future, he forgot everything. Even Harry.

This leaves Harry to break the rules and instead of waiting for Louis to call him and join him on Earth, he crashes down on his own. Without Louis there to guide him and help him learn how to adjust to having a human body and everything associated with that, Harry has no other choice but to do the best he can.

As Harry tries to correct what has gone wrong, he finds that friendship can be a light even in the darkest night, and through those bonds even separated soulstars can find their fated path once more.

＊ Love Like This by @reminiscingintherain [E, 32k, Zayn/Louis/Liam]

A Zouiam RWRB AU, featuring Louis as the First Son, Liam as the Prince, and Zayn as Liam's friend and equerry. With appearances from Lottie as Louis' helpful sister, Harry as his best friend, and Niall as Liam's golf instructor (or gardener? or something else?).

＊ Ghost of a Name by @signofcomfort [G, 35k, Louis/Harry]

Louis leaves the band in the middle of the tour and drops off the face of the earth. Five years later, they might have a chance to meet him. Harry can finally have some answers and tell the truth for the first time.

- Podfics -

＊ Finally, You and I (Collide) by @lululawrence read by @podfic-pals [NR, 14k, Zayn/Louis]

Funny how Louis could sum up everything he’d had with Zayn so easily.

Ex. One syllable, two letters. Fourteen years of friendship and marriage and everything else they had been to each other, put together and explained to anyone who asked with that one tiny word. Ex. Ex-Best Friend. Ex-Lover. Ex-Husband. Ex-everything, really. Zayn had truly become his everything, and Louis still ached in the spaces within that used to be filled by him, even all these years later.

Sometimes love was a bitch.

Or the five times Louis was accidentally wooed by cookies and the one time he was purposefully wooed by brownies.

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raise, protect, and hope | SinisterSound 🩶

pairing: ot8 x afab!oc

genre: hitmen!au, found family, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, trigger warnings

length: 3/3 chapters [completed] - 49.5k

a little girl, no more than eight stood there. “are you seonghwa?” she asked, words slurred as they passed through her missing front tooth. “the one who helps people?” one would not usually label a paid assassin as a “helper”. she struggled with her purse for a moment, reaching in with uncoordinated hands that grabbed everything inside of it. two small hands held up a pile of two dollar bills, three quarters, a penny, and a lollipop wrapper. “I need your help.” ~~~~ a little girl shows up on seonghwa’s doorstep, asking for him to take her stepdad away. seonghwa always did go above and beyond.

the house of eden | faerbloom

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: apothecary!au, fantasy, romance, fluff

length: oneshot - 9.1k

supposedly, working in an apothecary with your lovers can't be as hectic as it seems; as you're surrounding by the calming entities in the kingdom. then again, it's the people inside who make it what you love.

in this uneasy mist | inexperiencedandconfused8

pairing: platonic!ot8, seonghwa x ot8, hongjoong x seonghwa, ft. yunho x mingi, ft. san x wooyoung, ft. yeosang x jongho

genre: pirate!au, enemies to lovers, found family, hurt/comfort, angst, trigger warnings

length: 20/20 chapters [completed] - 206.2k

park seonghwa had been a prisoner at sea for the past two years ever since he was snatched off the streets. when a battle with a rival pirate crew leads to his capture, he is merely moved from one prison to another. he doesn't realize it at first, but this new prison is different. against everything he knows, he slowly finds himself warming up to the crew members he had sworn to hate. park seonghwa promised himself he would never feel again. emotions only got people killed. captain kim hongjoong had never felt an ounce of remorse for anyone outside of his crew. if they weren't with him, they were against him. but when they bring a prisoner on board for information, hongjoong watches as his crew members warm up to him despite their orders not to engage. as their attachment grows, hongjoong's hate for the prisoner swells. kim hongjoong promised himself he would protect his crew. emotions only got people killed.

rebirth; a new age | Roserosierosy

pairing: platonic!ot8, seonghwa x ot8, hongjoong x seonghwa, yunho x mingi, san x wooyoung, yeosang x jongho

genre: apocalypse!au, found family, slow burn, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, suggestive, smut, trigger warnings

length: 20/20 chapters [completed] - 257.9k

the warning was there, they had time to make it out. when the power went out without a moment’s notice followed by the water disappearing shortly after, seonghwa knew that his screaming instincts weren’t to be ignored like his roommate told him. the portable radio they used only screamed static except for the occasional alarming words that no one believed because it was april 1st and it was all supposedly a big prank. that’s all it was, right? some big prank? that’s what seonghwa’s roommate told him at least, but look where his roommate was now. or: seonghwa attempts to survive during a zombie apocalypse and ends up meeting six loyal men and one incredibly cold-hearted leader to keep him company as they try to make it out alive.

it's okay, we're safe now | Roserosierosy

pairing: ot8, jongho x ot8

genre: mafia!au, fluff, angst, trigger warnings

length: 6/6 chapters [completed] - 28.9k

jongho thought back to what wooyoung had told him many years ago, that it was important to be able to detach yourself from anyone in their company. if he was honest, jongho really had never accepted the reality that any of them could die at any time. but what they had here was something special. jongho knew that each of them were so attached to each other in such a way that heaven forbid something terrible happened, the others may not recover from it. they each had broken the number one rule of being in a mafia and were heavily paying the price because of it. or: jongho becomes part of the mafia under strange conditions and it turns his life around 180 degrees in more ways than one.

finding forever | aambass 🩶

pairing: ot8

genre: hybrid!au, penguin hybrid mingi, leopard hybrid san, bear hybrid jongho, found family, hurt/comfort, fluff, trigger warnings

length: 3/3 chapters [completed] - 19.2k

mingi had already given up on finding a family to adopt him and was about to move away from seoul to join his birth colony at the penguin sanctuary up north when jongho and san arrived at the shelter, scared and clinging to one another. the three of them bonded almost immediately, and mingi is determined to find them a safe and loving home before he leaves. it’s hard finding a family who is willing to put in the care and effort that the two require as exotic hybrids — looking after an asian black bear and snow leopard is no easy feat — but the kim family has been promising…so far. little does he know, hongjoong, seonghwa, yunho, yeosang, and wooyoung don’t just want to adopt jongho and san. it was mingi they saw first, and the five of them are determined to provide a forever home for all three hybrids. together.

playing nice | sa_honey

pairing: seonghwa x reader

genre: fake relationship au, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, smut

length: 6/6 chapters [completed] - 24.3k

when your date for your sister’s wedding cancels at the last minute you’re left desperate for a replacement. an unlikely volunteer steps up and offers to fill the place.

I found | 20181024

pairing: san x reader

genre: post-apocalypse!au, fluff, angst, smut

length: 8/8 chapters [completed] - 24.4k

when you get separated from your group, a handsome loner named san helps you find your way home.

poor boys with rich hearts | SinisterSound

pairing: hongjoong x seonghwa, ft. yeosang x wooyoung

genre: rich college au, ouran!au, fluff, angst

length: 7/7 chapters [completed] - 106.1k

hongjoong had a plan. 1) get into a good university. 2) survive. 3) graduate and get a good job. 4) pay back his mom for everything she did for him. nowhere on that list did he account for friends. nor did he account for a blindingly kind and gentle popular boy on campus looking at hongjoong with eyes that were much too warm and genuine, and a personality that seemed too good to be true. all he knew was that he would not be some rich kid’s plaything. no matter how warm his smile was.

guns 'n roses | SinisterSound 🩶

pairing: hongjoong x seonghwa, ft. yeosang x wooyoung

genre: gangleader!seonghwa, florist!hongjoong, fluff, angst, trigger warnings

length: 4/4 chapters [completed] - 75.3k

one day, hongjoong is watering his roses and subtly flirting with the cute guy waiting at the café. the next... he’s loving seonghwa and making carefully calculated adjustments to his moral compass. one day, seonghwa is an impenetrable wall of fear as he leads the largest gang in seoul. the next... he’s falling to his knees before a simple florist and realizing that being weak and having a weakness are two different things. flowers are hongjoong’s love language. protection is seonghwa’s.

save one for me | SinisterSound

pairing: hongjoong x seonghwa, ft. yeosang x wooyoung

genre: bakery!au, baker!seonghwa x producer!hongjoong, fluff

length: oneshot - 12.1k

seonghwa tried to remember everyone who came into his bakery. hongjoong always enters in the same manner each time: he sprints up to the door, catches his breath, enters with a smile and a wave, and promptly steals seonghwa’s heart. he just wants a chocolate croissant.

instinct | SinisterSound

pairing: hongjoong x seonghwa, ft. yeosang x wooyoung

genre: abo!au, alpha!seonghwa x omega!hongjoong, hurt/comfort, angst, smut, trigger warnings

length: 6/6 chapters [completed] - 81.9k

to protect and ensure the safety of his pack, hongjoong would give anything- including himself to whichever pack promises the most protection. seonghwa is suddenly faced with an omega that is nothing he ever expected and everything he never realized he needed. two packs attempt to be one, two people attempt to be more, and two wolves attempt to ensure that each of them is the last one standing. the battles never cease, and in the end, all you have to rely on is instinct.

just trust me | ScarlettSiren

pairing: hongjoong x seonghwa

genre: idol!hongjoong x bodyguard!seonghwa, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, smut, trigger warnings

length: 3/3 chapters [completed] - 27.4k

seonghwa was previously a member of the presidential security service and a former black beret. now he’s working as a bodyguard in the private sector. it doesn’t carry the same kind of prestige as guarding the nation’s highest-ranking officials, but it’s all he feels he’s worthy of anymore. the first time hongjoong sees him, he’s convinced someone that pretty is no more an actual bodyguard than ji changwook or kevin costner were. he looked more suited to being a model or an actor than someone who was paid to protect someone else. given that, hongjoong has his doubts about him. at least at first.

get loud | wo_osan

pairing: san x wooyoung

genre: college!au, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, mutual pining, smut

length: 10/10 chapters [completed] - 53.5k

“this is wooyoung, he’s my best friend.” san turns to wooyoung, leaning in far closer than he would while sober and grabbing wooyoung by the shoulders. they’re basically the same height so it’s oddly jarring to suddenly be so close, noses almost touching. “you know that, right?” san says seriously. “uh, yeah,” wooyoung says. his tongue feels heavy, the words not quite slurred but not quite clear. the world has gone fuzzy around the edges, san’s face is the only thing in focus. “my best friend. I love you so much, dude. seriously. I love you, man. I love you.” or: the college boys no-homo-bro-but-im-in-love-with-you au we all needed

feverish | wo_osan 🩶

pairing: san x wooyoung

genre: abo!au, alpha!san x omega!wooyoung, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, mutual pining, smut

length: 8/8 chapters [completed] - 36.4k

“I think it’s great that we’ve been able to prove alphas and omegas can be just friends and nothing more,” wooyoung says, cringing a little at his own words. “yeah,” san replies, tone flat, not looking up from his phone. “it’s great.” or: abo woosan with tons of mutual pining and wooyoung unexpectedly going into heat in the middle of campus.

get your kicks | ScarlettSiren

pairing: san x wooyoung, ft. hongjoong x seonghwa, ft. yunho x mingi

genre: taekwondo teacher!san x dancer!wooyoung, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, trigger warnings, smut

length: 3/3 chapters [completed] - 24.9k

san runs the taekwondo studio his father left to him after a career-ending injury forced him to retire years before. he enjoys it… he’s always been dedicated to martial arts, ever since he was young. he’s also great with even the most troublesome kids, which makes him popular with the parents for sure. it’s a fulfilling, but pretty uneventful life… that is, until a gorgeous stranger bursts into his studio one night begging for his help.

my constellation is a fragment of the sun | celestialwishes 🩶

pairing: san x wooyoung, ft. hongjoong x seonghwa, ft. yunho x mingi, ft. yeosang x jongho

genre: abo!au, royal!au, alpha!san x omega!wooyoung, enemies to lovers, fluff, suggestive

length: 9/10 chapters [ongoing] - 128.4k

“and may I ask what exactly you are doing, kind sir?” the voice causes wooyoung to freeze, and of course it’s after the sound of it reaches him that he realizes the scent of milk chocolate and sea salt enveloping his senses, causing a weight of dread to settle within him. slowly, he looks down to meet glittering brown eyes shining with wariness and curiosity back up at him. an awkward silence fills the space between them. “I understand that this may look rather suspicious.” wooyoung began, laughing nervously as he tightens his grip around the thick vine. prince choi san simply quirks an eyebrow up, head tilting as he observed the panicking omega. “quite.” - all jung wooyoung wanted to do was spend his christmas drinking hot chocolate and drawing by the fire. that all changes after the jung family is invited to the castle for ardendall’s royal christmas ball. being sent out as representation for the jung pack, wooyoung is stuck in the palace for a month. but wooyoung knows that the ball is just an excuse for the crown prince to choose his mate. and he has no desire in becoming that person.

as you feel inclined | ScarlettSiren 🩶

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: office!au, ceo!yunho x employee!mingi, romance, smut

length: oneshot - 8.7k

“do you know why I called you in here this evening?” yunho asks. mingi presses his lips together guiltily, glancing sidelong toward the impressive array of photos lining the wall. “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic?” yunho pauses and turns back to him, two wine glasses in his hand, and stops pouring. “accidentally?”

last updated: 25 may 2024

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Waking Up in Vegas

Dieter Bravo x Stripper!Reader

Summary: A bad night at work turns around when you meet Dieter Bravo. Word Count: ~10k Content & Warnings: Vegas nightlife, stripping, sex work, reader goes by “Bunny” at the club but is otherwise unnamed, alcohol use, douchey dudes, unwanted physical touch (not from Dieter), lap dance, unprotected PinV sex, oral sex (m!recieving), hair pulling, light choking, no sleep! bus, club, 'nother club, 'nother club, plane, next place... Author Note: Fun fact - my favorite movie ever made is Pretty Woman. I've been toying for a while with the idea of writing a fic inspired by it, and while Dieter Bravo shares approximately 0 traits with Edward Lewis, I couldn't help but imagine that kind of scenario with him. What I came up with isn't a carbon copy of the first act of Pretty Woman, but it is heavily inspired by it. If you're reading this fic and think to yourself - "did she rip that bit off from Pretty Woman?" the answer is yes! Absolutely I did. This is also my first attempt at writing a smut-heavy one-shot. Enjoy!

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath, licking the tip of your finger to smudge away the botched eyeliner wing. You lean in closer to the mirror, trying to salvage what’s left of your makeup, but your heart just isn’t in it tonight.

You’d been tempted to call out of work. Sunday nights at the club were the worst - quiet, boring, with the weekend tourists already on their way back home. The locals steered clear of the strip on Sundays, and you knew tonight would be slow, the kind of slow that made every minute drag on. The stragglers who did wander in would likely be a pain, more trouble than they were worth. But with the 1st of the month looming and you still $400 short on rent, skipping a shift wasn’t an option.

It was time to find a new club anyway. When you first started, they promised you’d be dancing, maybe bartending occasionally. But since the end of the summer, things had changed. It had been weeks since your name was on the schedule for a floor show. Instead, you found yourself waitressing almost every shift. You didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t what you came to Vegas for. This job was supposed to be a stepping stone - a way to keep dancing while making extra cash. But now, your shifts were barely covering the bills, and the weight of barely scraping by was starting to crush you.

You tried not to dwell on it too much, but the nagging thoughts kept at it. Was it something you did? Maybe you had a bad night, and someone complained. Or perhaps you weren’t making the same kind of money at the bar that you used to - maybe you weren’t pulling in enough customers. That suspicion gnawed at your confidence, making you second-guess everything you did. But beyond the sting of that potential rejection was the harsh reality of your dwindling paycheck. Dancing had been your main income, and with fewer opportunities to perform, you were struggling to stay afloat. Whatever the reason, it felt like a subtle push towards the edges of the room, away from the center stage where you’d once thrived.

You’d thought about finding another club, starting fresh somewhere new. But the thought of walking into a new place, rebuilding your reputation from scratch, learning a whole new set of unspoken rules - it felt like too much. This club was familiar, the regulars knew you, and you had a rhythm here, even if it was starting to falter.

You draw another wing on your eyelid, take a step back, and decide it looks good enough. With a sigh, you grab your things and head out into the night, hoping to make the best of whatever the evening throws your way.

—

“We need you in the back,” Gary says as you pass in front of his booth, not bothering to glance up from the stack of bills in his hands.

“The back?” You stop in your tracks, wobbling slightly as you balance the tray in your hands. The request catches you off guard—it's been weeks since you were called into the VIP lounges, and tonight the floor is busier than usual.

He finally looks up, splitting the stack of bills between his hands with a look that makes you feel like you’ve just asked the dumbest question in the world.

“Yeah, the back,” he repeats, his tone clipped and impatient. “Big party tonight. High rollers. I need everyone back there making sure they’re taken care of.”

You nod slowly, your feet rooted to the spot. Were you performing?

“What are you standing around for?” he snaps, irritation flaring in his voice. “They’re waiting for drinks. Go take care of our guests!”

You nod again, quicker, and start back towards the VIP lounges. You can hear them halfway down the hallway, loud, boisterous voices carrying over the heavy bass of the music.

The room is dimly lit, the air thick with cigar smoke, and you can detect at least four different Tom Ford colognes competing to choke you. Men in tailored suits lounge on plush leather couches, their conversations loud and punctuated by obnoxious bursts of laughter.

“Bunnyyyyy!” Your coworker, Angel, exclaims from where she sits perched in Suit #1’s lap like a decoration. The attention in the room shifts to you, a dozen predatory gazes following your every move. You raise your arms, tray aloft, smiling big and feigning enthusiasm as you move deeper into the den of wolves.

“Gentlemen,” you purr, embracing the act. You start around the room, introducing yourself and taking orders.

“Here comes the entertainment,” Suit #1 sneers, shamelessly staring at your chest. He requests a bottle of Clase Azul, something you could have guessed before he even opened his mouth. He leans in close as he says it, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol, and follows up his order by murmuring something you pretend not to hear. Instead, you smile and wink, moving on down the line before he can say anything else.

“Bunny, huh?” Suit #2 leers, the cigar hanging lazily from the corner of his mouth. “How about a little bunny hop, baby? You gonna give it to me?”

Sure, loser. You force a giggle, twisting your hips just enough to appease him, your skin crawling under the weight of his stare. Angel plays along, her laugh a shade too bright as she strokes Suit #1’s chest.

“Alright, baby, alright.” Suit #2 takes a long draw from his cigar, blowing the smoke directly in your face. “Dom. Bring the bottle.”

You nod. As you begin to turn away, you’re stilled by the loud clap of Suit #2’s hand smacking your ass. You yelp, stumbling forward, your tray wobbling precariously as you regain your balance. Your jaw drops as you whirl around to face him, and the room erupts in laughter, every man on the sofa doubled over in delight.

“Did you see that? She jumped like a little bunny rabbit!” one of the suits howls, slapping his knee in delight.

“Better be careful, she might bite,” another one jeers.

For a split second, you catch a glimpse of discomfort on the other girls’ faces, their masks slipping just long enough to reveal the disdain beneath. But just as quickly, they snap back into their roles, the forced smiles and hollow laughter resuming as if nothing had happened.

You swallow your anger, resisting the urge to slap the smug grin off Suit #2’s face. Instead, you keep your composure and swiftly take the orders of Assholes 3, 4, and 5, your movements automatic, your mind focused on getting through the task without any additional humiliation. When you reach the last man in the room, something about him makes you pause.

You hadn’t noticed him before, but now he stands out. His outfit is almost pajama-like - soft silk pants and a floral shirt with sheer panels that reveal glimpses of his chest. Despite the fact that you’re indoors, he’s wearing dark sunglasses, the shades resting lazily on his nose. He looks completely out of place among the tailored suits, disheveled, chestnut gray curls and half-lidded eyes suggesting he’s either too tired to keep up the pretense or too rich to care.

But his gaze isn’t any softer. Beneath his glasses, his deep brown eyes appraise you, traveling slowly down the length of your body with an interest that feels different - more curious than lecherous, but still enough to make you uneasy. Behind him, Michelle, another dancer, rubs his shoulders while chatting with one of the other Suits. You brace yourself, remembering that each of these guys seems intent on one-upping each other in sheer douchebaggery.

“What can I get you, honey?” you ask, leaning in just enough to draw his attention back to your eyes. He doesn’t answer right away, his eyes half-lidded but intense as they look straight into yours.

“Macallan,” he finally says, his voice quiet, almost bored.

Of course, you think, suppressing an eye roll. The way these guys always tried to outdo each other with pricey whiskeys was almost laughable.

“Coming right up,” you reply, adding a playful wink for good measure. He responds with the barest hint of a smirk, his eyes remaining locked on you.

—

Crafting drink trays for customers required a surprising amount of effort and creativity. LED lights, sparklers - some drinks even had entire plastic centerpieces that made them look more like carnival floats than cocktails. You always joked that your customers were like toddlers, so easily dazzled by shiny objects and flashy displays that they’d gladly drop thousands of dollars if the bottle was dressed up enough.

By the time you finish assembling the trays, Angel is bouncing down the hallway toward the bar. She flashes you a smile, raising her eyebrows as she exhales a puff of exasperated air.

“They’re so ridiculous,” she says, moving in to help you carry the trays. “They’re like a pastiche of lame Vegas dudes.”

You give her a curious look, eyebrows arching at the word choice.

“My word of the day,” she explains with a grin, referring to the calendar she kept in her locker. You laugh, shaking your head.

“One of them just snapped Mercedes’ bra strap, like he’s some middle school brat.”

“Oh my god!” you reply, eyes widening. “Is she pissed?”

“Beyond pissed. But Gary doesn’t care - he’ll let them get away with murder because they’re some big movie executives.” She rolls her eyes. “Super rich.”

“Assholes,” you mutter, and she nods in agreement. You light the sparkler on your tray, carefully picking it up as you prepare to follow Angel down the hall.

“You caught the movie star’s eye, though!” She teases as you walk. You look at her, trying to figure out what she means. “He was glued to you when you left. He’s barely said a word to anyone. Real moody.”

You feel a flicker of interest at the thought, but keep your expression neutral. “He’s a movie star?”

Angel nods, telling you his name - Dieter Bravo. She lists off some of his movies, shocked when you tell her you haven’t seen any of them. Now it made sense. He was one of those millionaire celebrities who dressed like they were homeless.

“You should offer him a dance!” Angel suggests, her enthusiasm undimmed by the less-than-ideal crowd tonight. You can’t help but admire her ability to stay upbeat and eager, even with a party full of entitled jerks.

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t be shy!” She bumps your shoulder playfully, her energy infectious. “He’s, like, the least gross guy in there. Someone’s going to snag him if you don’t.”

As you approach the VIP room, the sounds of raucous laughter and clinking glasses grow louder, pulling you back to reality. You glance at Angel, who’s already flashing a bright smile, ready to dive back into the chaos. She’s right - if you don’t make a move, someone else will.

With a deep breath, you make up your mind. “Alright, I’ll give it a shot,” you say, more to yourself than to her.

“Atta girl!” Angel cheers, her eyes twinkling. “Just be yourself, and he’ll be putty in your hands.”

—

You both step back into the room, the smoky air wrapping around you like a thick blanket. She brings the sparkling tray of Clase Azul to the left side of the room, delivering it to Suit #1 as she returns to her spot next to him. Dieter is still there at the far end of the sofa, slouched in his seat, knocking around the ice in his empty glass. His eyes meet yours as you approach, and you catch that same curious look from earlier, like he’s trying to figure you out.

You set your tray down, steadying your nerves, and pour the amber liquid into the glass of ice on the tiny table in front of him. Before you can even straighten up, you feel the light touch of his fingers on your hip. He slips a hundred-dollar bill into your waistband, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, his fingers lingering for just a moment before he lets them fall away. “Do you dance?”

“I see you, Bravo!” one of the Suits hollers from across the room before you can answer, laughing boorishly. “You fuckin’ dog!”

The look on Dieter’s face suggests he finds this guy just as charming as you do.

“Atta boy! Thought you didn’t want to come tonight, bro,” another Suit teases, his tone dripping with mock affection. There’s a round of snickering from the men, their eyes flitting between you and Dieter like this is some kind of game.

“Bunny, sweetheart, why don’t you come sit over here?” one of the Suits beckons, patting his lap like he’s calling a dog. “I’ve got a tip for you, too, if you’re nice.”

You force a smile, your skin prickling with irritation, but before you respond, your gaze drifts to Dieter. He’s watching the exchange with detached amusement, his eyes holding a silent apology as he takes a long sip of his drink, setting it down on the table pointedly.

Just then, Angel’s voice cuts through the air, sugary sweet and smooth. “Are you sure, honey?”

You turn slightly, noticing that all attention has shifted to Mercedes, dancing on the pole in the center of the room. Everyone is captivated, except for Suit #1, who’s inspecting the tall bottle of Clase Azul in his hands with a look of disdain.

“I thought you wanted the Azul,” she coaxes, her hand running coaxingly along his thigh.

“I wanted the gold bottle,” he snaps, waving her off dismissively. “That’s what I asked for. I could get this shit anywhere.”

Angel’s eyes meet yours for a brief moment, the silent message clear - you brought him exactly what he asked for. She quickly shifts back to him, lifting her hand to trace it up and down the bottle.

“I love the Azul,” she purrs, attempting to soothe his growing agitation.

“Yeah? You wanna pay for it? 'Cause I wanna pay for the fuckin’ bottle I asked for,” he retorts, his tone hostile.

You stifle a retort and start across the room. The last thing you need is for Gary to come storming back here, demanding to know what the problem is.

“I’ll get you the gold bottle,” you interject, your voice calm and composed. You start to turn away, but before you can take a step, he grabs your wrist, his grip firm and possessive.

“Make it quick, sweetheart,” he growls, his grip on your wrist lingering a second too long. You force a tight smile, carefully removing yourself from his grasp.

“Of course, right away,” you reply, your heart pounding in your chest. As you head out to the bar, you notice Dieter from across the room.

His eyes are dark, shooting daggers into the man across the room. He leans back in his seat, his fingers drumming on the table and his eyes flick towards you for just a moment, his jaw clenched tight.

You grab a bottle of Clase Azul Gold from the top shelf of the bar. You don’t bother with the theatrics this time around, simply placing the bottle on the tray before starting back towards the lounge. You return to much more activity than when you left, several of the girls performing lap dances as the men lounge back, their eyes half-lidded with alcohol and lust.

Dieter hasn’t moved, but there’s a noticeable shift in his demeanor. His glass is already empty. One of the girls is perched beside him, but his gaze is fixed on you, following your every move with an intensity that’s hard to ignore.

“There it is, I knew you could do it,” Suit #1 sneers as you present the bottle, his voice dripping with sarcasm and condescension. You bite your tongue, instead forcing a smile as you pour him a glass, the golden liquid catching the dim light as it flows.

“Such a good girl,” he mocks, the words making your skin crawl.

You busy yourself with clearing ashtrays and empty glasses, stacking them on your tray with practiced precision. The constant stream of tasks provides a welcome distraction, keeping you in motion and away from the men’s leering gazes and crude comments. It’s easier to manage the discomfort when you’re moving, not lingering too long in one place.

You filled the tray, carefully moving through the crowded room. Just as you turn to pick up another glass, one of the suits reaches out, their hand brushing against your waist in a way that’s far too familiar. You flinch reflexively at the unwanted touch, and in that split second, your balance shifts.

The tray tips precariously in your hands, and before you can steady it, everything - half-full ashtrays, glasses, the first Azul bottle - tumbles forward. You watch in horror as the inevitable unfolds in slow motion.

The tray crashes onto Suit #1’s lap, drenching him in a cascade of liquor, ash and ice. The glass shatters against the table, the sound ringing out like a gunshot in the busy room. For a moment, no one moves, the shock of the accident hanging heavy in the air.

Suit #1 erupts, his face twisting with rage as he jumps to his feet, liquid dripping from his tailored trousers. “What the fuck!” he bellows, his voice booming across the room, eyes blazing with fury as he turns on you.

Angel rushes to help, dabbing and brushing at his pants with a napkin. The other suits are no longer laughing; their expressions range from shock to thinly veiled amusement, but none of them move to help. You stand frozen, your heart hammering in your chest.

“I’m so sorry,” you stammer, grabbing another napkin and mimicking Angel’s actions, your hands trembling. “I’m so sorry, I’ll get-”

“Yeah, you’re fuckin’ sorry, I’m sure,” he spits, dismissing you with a wave of his hand. He shakes off the liquid from his suit sleeve, his angry eyes darting around the room before locking onto you. “You just ruined a suit worth more than what you make in a fuckin’ year. I bet you’re sorry.”

One of the suits chuckles. Your coworkers try to distract from the chaos, each picking up where they left off, while you and Angel continue to clean up the mess. Suit #1 pushes you away harshly, storming towards the door.

“Relax, Tom,” one of the other men calls across the room.

“You fuckin’ relax!” He snaps, not bothering to turn around, his back to the hall as he brushes off Angel’s attempts to help.

Just then, Gary’s head pops into the doorway. His eyes narrow as he takes in the scene - the mess on the floor, the shattered glass, the upturned ashtray, and finally, you.

“Is there a problem here?” he asks, his gaze fixed on you, his tone demanding an explanation. You swallow hard, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you look down, stacking shards of glass on your tray.

“Yeah, there’s a problem,” the Suit growls, gesturing to his soaked trousers and the shattered remnants of the evening scattered around his feet. “Your little waitress here just fucked up a perfectly good night.”

“We’ll take care of everything, don’t worry” Gary’s eyes flicker to the Suit, then back to you. “We’ll comp your bottle. Don’t worry about her. I apologize.”

You’re too embarrassed to look around the room as you stand. The bass of the music throbs in the otherwise silent room, mimicking the rush of your heartbeat in your ears. You glance up at Gary, who jerks his head toward the door, signaling you to follow him out. Your cheeks burn with humiliation as you gather what’s left of the mess and shuffle out of the room behind him.

—

Gary sends you home for the evening, making a pointed example out of you to avoid any further risks to the tab the Suit party was racking up. The humiliation stung, leaving you frustrated and embarrassed as you stepped out into the cool night air.

It was barely 1am - you had no idea what you were going to do with the rest of this evening. Aimlessly wandering the strip, you debated your next move. Maybe it was time to start scoping out other clubs, testing the waters before word got out about tonight’s fiasco. Better to have a backup plan in place than to wait for the fallout. But the thought of lingering around another loud, smokey club felt repulsive right now.

Eventually, you found yourself at the Wynn, the sleek and glittering resort where your best friend Kat worked as a bartender. The idea of sitting at her bar and bitching to her about your disastrous night over a drink was infinitely more appealing than anything else you could think of.

The Wynn made you feel like a bum. Kat’s bar was swanky and elegant, the kind of place where everything gleamed with understated luxury. Well, understated for Vegas, anyway. The decor was all white - plush chairs and couches arranged percectly, mirrors covering nearly every surface, reflecting the soft, ambient light. Despite its elegance, the bar was quiet tonight, so you didn’t feel too out of place in your hoodie and shorts.

Kat spots you as soon as you walk in, her face lighting up with a warm smile that instantly makes you feel a little better. You slip onto a stool at the bar, sighing as the weight of the night begins to lift slightly.

“What’s up, girl?” she greets you, pouring you your usual. “You look like you’ve had one hell of a night.”

You take a sip, letting the warmth of the liquor soothe your frayed nerves, and slide a $10 bill across the bar. “You have no idea.”

She leans against the bar, her attention fully on you, and you begin to recount the night - the Suits, the accident with the tray, the way Gary had humiliated you in front of everyone. An hour passes in a blur, Kat slipping away occasionally to serve guests but always returning to listen. As you vent, the frustration and anger pour out of you, mixing with the alcohol until you start to feel a little lighter.

“What a bunch of assholes,” she says when you finish, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’ve gotta get out of there.”

You huff in acknowledgement. “I know.”

“You should audition for one of the shows here,” she suggests, wiping down a glass. “It’s the same shit every night, but it beats dealing with all of that.”

“Yeah, maybe…” you reply, though the idea feels out of reach. Your resume wasn’t exactly packed with the kind of experience that would land you a spot in a resort show.

Kat’s attention is momentarily drawn to an older couple at a nearby table, waving her over. She glances at them, then back to you. “Stick around. I’ll be done here in an hour, and we can go grab something to eat, talk it out more.”

The idea sounded perfect. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Kat always made you feel better. You were lucky to have found her here. As she moves off to help the couple, you pull your hood up and linger at the bar, twirling the swizzle stick in your empty glass, trying to avoid drawing any more attention to yourself. Maybe things weren’t as bad as they seemed. Maybe tomorrow, with some sleep and a clearer head, you’d be able to figure out your next step.

A few minutes later, she returns, mixing up something fancy. You’re surprised when she places it in front of you, the glass hitting the marble countertop with a clink.

“Since when do you give me free drinks?” you ask, confused, as you pluck the cherry from the glass and pop it into your mouth.

“It’s not from me,” she replies, her tone mischievous. You furrow your brows in confusion, and she tips her head toward the back of the room. You turn, following her gesture, and spot Dieter sitting alone at a corner table, still wearing his sunglasses. He nods at you.

You shoot him a puzzled glance, not bothering to return the greeting, before turning back to Kat. “What the fuck?” You whisper, biting the cherry from the stem and dropping it on your napkin.

“Were you going to tell me you knew Dieter Bravo?” Kat asks, her eyes twinkling as she removes your other empty glass and places it beneath the bar.

“I don’t know him. He was at the club tonight.”

“The suits?”

“Yeah,” you answer. “He was the only one of them behaving himself.”

“Well, it looks like you made an impression.”

You take a sip of the drink, tapping your nails on the bar as your mind races.

“Is he alone?” You whisper again, even though he’s far enough away that your voice wouldn’t carry anyway. She nods in confirmation.

What was this guy’s deal? He was famous enough. Didn’t he have better things to do than follow you around and hang around a hotel bar alone at two in the morning? He could probably make a call and have a dozen eager girls in his hotel room within a half hour. What did he want with you?

You exhale sharply through your teeth, downing another big sip of your drink. “Fuck it,” you say, sliding off your stool. “Be right back.”

Kat nods. “Let me know if he needs to go,” she reassures you.

Drink in hand, you stride across the room to Dieter’s booth. You slide into the seat opposite his, setting your glass on the table. He tilts his head slightly, peering at you over his sunglasses.

“Do you make a habit of following strippers around after they leave work?” you ask, your tone sharp but not entirely uninviting.

“No, not usually.”

“Not usually,” you repeat, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. “So, I guess that means I’m special?”

He shrugs casually. “I happen to be staying here.”

“Ohh, I see… That’s lucky, huh?”

“Guess so,” he answers, taking a sip from his drink. He seems amused, clearly in better spirits since the last time you saw him, his brown eyes glimmering from behind his dark shades.

“It’s a nice place.” Your eyes wander around the room, eventually landing back on him, still eying him suspiciously.

“And what about you?” He swallows a sip of his drink, big fingers and shiny rings gesturing towards you.

“What about me?” It comes out a little harsher than you intended.

“Do you usually hang out at hotel bars alone at two in the morning?”

“I happen to have a friend who works here,” you tease his tone from before.

“Ah,” he acknowledges.

“Mmhm.”

A brief silence falls between you, punctuated only by the distant clinking of glasses and murmurs from the bar. Dieter reclines back into his seat, once again obscured by the shadows and his sunglasses.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

“It’s Bunny, honey, you knew that already.” You answer, putting on an exaggerated version of the sultry voice you use at the club.

He huffs a laugh, clearly not interested in the act. You tell him the truth.

From across the room, Kat waves an “OK?” sign with her hand, and you nod.

“So, what are you doing here all alone?” you ask, your curiosity getting the better of you. “Don’t people like you usually have an entourage?”

“You met the people I was with. Would you want to spend any more time with them than you had to?”

You grimace. “I wouldn’t want to spend any time with them at all.”

He chuckles, the sound low and warm. “Exactly.”

“Really, though. What are you doing here?” you ask, lifting your drink slightly, gesturing with it. “Why this?”

He took a moment to think, studying you. Finally, he shrugs.

“I don’t know,” he sighs, finally. “To tell you the truth, nothing in my life is exactly going as planned at the moment.”

You purse your lips and nod, then quip, “Private jet in the shop?”

“Something like that.” He laughs, the sound of it genuine. His demeanor now was night and day compared to the sullen grump you met in the VIP room.

“No, you… I know tonight couldn’t have been a highlight for you, but you’re very… real. I don’t get a lot of that these days. Plus, the guy you spilled that drink on has been pissing me off for weeks, so I had to thank you personally.”

You laugh hard, heat burning at your cheeks as you’re reminded of the incident earlier.

“Oh, well, I’m glad you liked it. If it gets me fired, I’ll at least have that.” You flash a big, genuine smile at him.

“They can’t fire you for that,” he says, shaking his head. “An asshole like that needs a drink spilled on him every once in a while.”

“I’ll let them know you said so.” You laugh into your drink. You can’t believe he actually has you giggling. Lots of big names come into the club; you haven’t been remotely starstruck in a long time, and you can’t even remember anything this guy was in. Something about him was disarming.

You take him in as you continue to chat. It’s obvious he’s a movie star now - he’s stubbly and disheveled, but he’s movie-star handsome. Brown and gray scruff covers his jaw. He’s wearing a soft, chunky cardigan over a dress shirt, the mismatched layers somehow perfectly complementing his broad shoulders and chest. It’s a look that shouldn’t work, but on him, it does. He smells good, too, not oppressive like the Suits, but nice and warm and heady.

A comfortable silence settles between you, and you find yourself relaxing, crossing your legs underneath you in the booth. He glances toward the bar, then back at you, before pushing his sunglasses up onto his head and leaning forward with his elbows on the table.

“Do you want to come upstairs with me?”

The question surprises you.

“For?” you ask, meeting his gaze directly, trying to get a gauge on his intentions.

“More of this. Some company that won’t drive me fucking crazy,” he says, his tone surprisingly sincere. His voice drops lower. “Plus, I never got my dance from you. You girls make house calls?”

Ah, there it is. Your breath catches for a moment, but you quickly regain your composure.

Briefly chastising yourself for believing this guy was any different from any other dude at the club, you worry your bottom lip between your teeth.

“That’s a bold question.”

“I’m a risk taker,” he smiles, his forehead soft and creasing slightly, somehow still endearing despite it all.


You consider it. You weren’t paid out tonight so you really need the money, and the opportunity is right in front of you. But this is new territory, even for you.


You glance over at Kat, who’s still keeping an eye on you. Turning back to Dieter, you fidget with a cocktail napkin on the table, folding it and unfolding it. “Not for free.”

“Of course not.”


“What exactly are you looking for?”

“The dance, some conversation. You can stay for the rest of the night - there’s plenty of room.”

Yeah, right. You raise an eyebrow. “You expect me to believe you just want to talk?”

“I’m not expecting anything,” he replies smoothly. “Just hoping. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“There’s lots of girls on the strip who do that sort of thing, you know.”

“I know.”

You glance at Kat once more, then back at Dieter. If you’re going to do this, you might as well take a bold swing.

“Five hundred dollars.”

“I can do that.”

Holy shit. Between that and the hundred he gave you earlier, you’d have rent and then some. You think for another moment. All you had to do was dance. You’d be done in an hour and then you could go home.

“I don’t do any weird shit,” you say. You don’t even know what you even mean by that.

He nods, accepting your terms without hesitation.

“And I’m not entertaining a party. I don’t want to meet any of your buddies up there.”

“It’s just me.” He confirms.

You think it over for another moment.

“Okay.” You say, ​​doing your best to mask the relief surging through you at the thought of that kind of money.

You finish your drink and stand up, gesturing for him to follow. Kat catches your eye and tilts her head, curious, and you shrug slightly as you walk out of the room.

—

As you leave the bar, you’re immediately aware of the kind of attention Dieter gets everywhere he goes. Heads turn as you walk through the lobby, you notice at least three people attempt to subtly snap photos with their phones. He seems unfazed by it - his sunglasses are back in place, but he’s calm and confident.

The hotel is huge. You haven’t even explored most of it, usually just bee-lining to Kat’s bar whenever you visit. He leads you past the main lobby, down a short corridor to a part of this hotel you’ve never seen before. Intricate gold leafing sprawls and swirls on the marble floor before you, yellow gold fixtures evoking a version of old-Vegas that has you suddenly feeling very underdressed.

It’s the middle of the night, yet the lobby is still bustling with people dressed to the nines in suits and cocktail dresses, their chatter and laughter filling the space. As Dieter walks by, he’s noticed in a more subtle way - eyes flicker toward him, a quiet recognition that follows in his wake. An employee at the front desk greets him with a smile that falters when she notices you by his side. She glances over you, her eyes taking you in with a slight but unmistakable judgment. You shrug your hoodie forward, zipping it up a bit higher as your heels click-clack against the marble, each step feeling more out of place.

Dieter’s hand spreads across the small of your back, guiding you to turn towards a trio of tall, golden elevators. He presses a key card to the wall the middle doors open, revealing the mirrored, plushly-carpeted interior.

“So,” you begin, forcing a lightness into your tone as you follow him inside, “your penthouse or mine?”

“Mmm, mine,” he replies with a soft, tired chuckle.

The elevator ride is quiet, the tension palpable but not uncomfortable. You watch the floor numbers tick upward, trying to focus on anything but the nerves building in your chest. It’s a long ride. You count the dings as the elevator rises and lose track somewhere around twenty.

You’re fucking nervous. Really nervous. You were half expecting to wake up from this fever dream of an evening at any moment. The thought that this guy has money to burn flits through your mind, and you can’t help but worry about what he might expect for five hundred bucks.

The elevator doors open directly into his suite. It is exactly what you’d expect: luxurious, sprawling. Floor-to-ceiling windows with a stunning view of the city skyline. You walk over to the wall of glass, taking a moment to steady yourself.

“This is a beautiful view,” you say, more to fill the silence than anything else.

“It’s better now,” he replies, and you turn to see him watching you intently. His glasses are finally off and his eyes are warm and inviting, sparkling with the reflection of the skyline behind you. You find yourself relaxing just a little around him.

“Want a drink?” he asks. He shrugs his sweater off and tosses it over a chair as he moves over to the bar.

“Sure,” you reply, slowly walking around the room, surveying the luxurious decor.

As he pours the drinks, you take a seat on the plush sofa. You fiddle with the tassels on a throw pillow next to you, crossing and uncrossing your legs, trying to control your fidgeting. This was all so bizarre. The opulence feels almost surreal, like you’ve stepped into someone else’s life. You were still waiting for some perverted catch to reveal itself, but at least for now, Dieter seemed like a nice enough guy.

“So, what brings you to Vegas?” You ask, trying to make conversation. “Big Cher fan?”

Her face watched you from outside the window, fifty feet tall, advertising her residency across the strip. He laughs, looking to her, then to you.

“Of course, but that’s just a coincidence,” he says, bringing you a glass of champagne. “I’m here for an award show.”

“Oh, that’s fun…” you answer, taking a long draw from your glass. “What’d you win?”

“The opportunity to present a lifetime achievement award to someone who hates me.” He answers.

You nod, frowning in acknowledgement, unsure of how to respond to that.

“Lucky you.”

“Yeah,” he says, a slight groan in his voice as he sits on the couch with you and settles in. He picks up a remote from the side table and with a press of a button, the lighting in the room shifts to a warm, amber glow, casting everything in a soft, intimate light. “Lucky me.”

You sit in silence for a moment, sipping champagne.

You’re not sure how this is done. You know how to play this part at the club, but this was different. You slip in and out of eye contact with him, surveying the room as you try not to polish off your glass too quickly. Should you ask if he wants a lap dance? Just jump on top of him? Were you supposed to ask for the money before or after?

You take a gulp and put your glass down, deciding to just shift into character like you would for any other dance. Scooting in towards him, you place your hand on his leg and run it up and down the length of his thigh. The buzz from the drinks you’ve had tonight is starting to hit, and the contact sends a jolt of something electric through your nerves. You flip your hair to one side, batting your lashes and gazing up at him.

“So,” you purr, your voice low and inviting. “What do you want?”

His eyes flick down to your hand, then back up to meet yours, a small smile playing on his lips. “What do you do?” he asks, curious.

You lean in closer, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck, your lips hovering near his ear. “I can show you,” you whisper, letting your breath caress his skin.

His eyes darken slightly, drinking you in as you let your fingers trail and explore his chest. “I’d like that,” he murmurs.

You stand up slowly, zipping your hoodie off and letting it fall to the ground.

“Music?” You ask. He points at a shelf on the wall with a set of speakers. You walk over and turn it on, Insatiable by Prince picking up midway through the track.

“Oooh, Prince,” you say, genuinely excited as you turned around. Music you actually liked was a welcome reprise from having to writhe around to Cherry Pie for the hundredth time. He smirks, leaning back in his seat, his eyes following your every move.

​​You start your routine, taking your time as you peel off your shorts and your top, giving him ample time to appreciate the view. You’re grateful you decided to keep on what you wore to work tonight - this set accentuates your curves perfectly, a far cry from the tired-looking boyshorts and nude, full-coverage bra you usually wore off-duty.

Swaying your hips back and forth to the rhythm, you begin by tracing your fingers slowly up and down your torso. For what he was paying, you figured you’d give him a show. Your fingers linger over your breasts, tracing the edges of your bra as you lower your lashes, then lift them slowly to meet his gaze to make sultry, sexy, in-character eye contact with him. He’s staring right back into you with an intensity that makes you pause for a moment, but you slip right back into it.

You walk towards him, stretching your legs out long as you cross the room. He spreads his legs slightly when you arrive in front of him, his deep brown eyes darkened several shades as he takes you in. You rest a hand on his shoulder, hitching your leg up and placing your high-heeled foot delicately on his bent knee. You watch eachother as you stand there, rubbing your leg up and down, deliberately grazing the seam of your panties a couple of times with your pinky and ring fingers.

Planting your foot back on the floor, you turn around, giving him a full view as you bend down. The fabric of your bra and panties hugs your curves just right. He runs his hands along the outside of your thighs, a long, low groan escaping him as you slowly stand back up and lower yourself backwards into his lap. You roll your hips a couple of times as you squat down, but you swallow your gasp when you finally settle in his lap.

He’s half-hard already and you can feel it, an immediate ick under normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances. The feeling of this hardening length against the back of your thighs sent a jolt down your spine, a buzz moving through you straight to your center. You maintain your composure, continuing to move in rhythm with the music, your fingers weaving into his hair as you grind against him. His hands find your waist, supporting your movements as they slide down towards your thighs and back up again.

You lean backwards, pressing your back into his chest and grinding into him, His breath hitches, and you can feel his grip tightening slightly, his fingers pressing into your skin.

“You’re incredible,” he growls into your neck, his teeth just nipping the tender skin there. You try not to moan, the goosebumps spreading down your arms and legs threatening to give you away.

“Mmm, yeah?” You hum, twisting around to face him and lifting your knees up to straddle his waist. Your eyes lock onto his, and a thrill buzzes in your stomach - you’re enjoying this more than you expected. He’s hot, especially up close, especially like this. His chestnut-gray curls have started to break free from their gelled-back position, framing his face in a way that makes him look irresistible.

You reach behind your back, unhooking your bra and letting it fall down. His eyes are glued to your chest as you angle it towards his face. One hand plants behind his head on the sofa and the other traces along his jawline, feeling the roughness of his stubble before settling around the back of his neck. You use it as leverage to hold yourself steady as you settle on his lap.

“You can touch me, Dieter,” you whisper, guiding his hand up your stomach until it cups your breast. He squeezes, his grip firm and possessive, fingers trailing across your delicate skin, making your nipples harden under his touch.

The fingers of his other hand dig into the flesh of your thighs, his eyes locked onto your body. His hands guide your lower half as you rock to the beat of the music, encouraging your barely-covered pussy to drag again and again along the shape of his throbbing cock.

You try to remember that you’re working - that he’s a client, that this is a job, that you’re not here to enjoy it. You try to focus on the music and moving your body to the beat, but it’s difficult. He’s got you lined up perfectly, every sweep along his lap punctuated with a slight push of his hips into yours. You can feel how wet you are and pray he doesn’t notice, the middle of your panties damp with the arousal he’s built up in you.

Then, his fingers pinch your nipple, and a moan escapes your lips before you can stop it. The sound is loud, shameless, and your hand flies to your mouth, eyes wide with shock. He chuckles, the sound deep and resonant, and you feel a flush of heat rise to your cheeks. You lean forward, pressing your breasts into his chest to hide your embarrassment.

“It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs. You can hear the grin in his voice, unable to look directly at him. “That’s good. Take what you need.”

You exhale a breathy laugh, leaning back to meet his gaze. The smile on your face fades into a soft O of surprise as he encourages you to resume your movements. He’s getting harder, the thick length of him straining against the fabric of his pants.

Finding your pace again, you reach back to grab his knees, arching your back and rocking your hips. You’re working, you fight to remind yourself. You’re working. It becomes more and more difficult to stay detached as you roll your body for him, angling your breasts towards him. The pressure builds between your thighs, every movement pulling you tighter and tighter at your core. He’s watching you intensely, his pupils blown out in the dim, low lighting and his fingers digging deep into your waist.

Your lower lip draws between your teeth, your brows furrowed and focused as you bounce and grind in his lap. Suddenly, you’re moaning again, the noise coming out of your mouth like a rhythmic hum. You let it out freely, encouraged by his touch, the strong pull of his hands at your waist.

The sensation overwhelms you, the friction of his body against yours pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm hits you suddenly, your hips jerking in his lap as you cry out, waves of pleasure crashing through you. You collapse forward, panting into his neck as his broad hands steady you, stroking up and down your back as you ride out the aftershocks. It leaves you trembling, your body pressed tightly against his.

After a moment, you shift back up and press your forehead into his, feeling the heat of his body through your thin clothing. His hand cups your breast, and he dips his head to drag his teeth along the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You gasp, angling your head to the side, your fingers tucking a stray curl behind his ear.

“Tell me what you want, Dieter,” you say, your voice just above a whisper, lips grazing his ear. You’re putty in his hands now, ready to give him anything.

“I want to fuck you,” he growls, his voice rough with need. “Can I fuck you?”

Your nod is quick and urgent, your body responding before your brain catches up. You stand, pulling him up with you as your fingers intertwine. Your bodies are pressed close, and you blink up at him through your lashes, lifting a hand to his jaw to trace your thumb along the patchy stubble there.

“Show me where.”

—

The bedroom is gorgeous, all luxurious, soft fabrics and warm lighting. Rich, dark wood furniture contrasts with crisp white linens, and a large window offers a breathtaking view of the city lights below. Although, for all you cared right now, it could’ve been a threadbare mattress in a seedy motel - you felt so incredible, it didn’t matter.

He leads you to the bed, releasing your hand only to turn around and face you. He kisses you without hesitation, hard and intense, as if he’d been doing it all night, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You draw in a sharp inhale through your nose, allowing yourself to indulge in it. You wrap your arms around his neck and lift up onto your toes, deepening the kiss.

Only momentarily breaking contact with him to see where you were going, you gently push Dieter backwards to sit on the edge of the bed.

You grab his knees and drop down between his thighs, paying special attention to the growing bulge between his legs. You run your hands from his ankles to his thighs all the way up to the waist of his pants. Stilling your hands at his belt, you look up at him to make sure you have his permission.

He cups his big hand around your jaw, angling your face up towards him.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing along your cheek and dipping into the hollow as your jaw drops in anticipation.

You undo his belt, the ornate metal buckle clinking to one side as you unbutton and unzip his pants. Your breath catches as you wrap your fingers around his cock, impressed by the girth of it even before you pull it free. The sight confirms your suspicion - he’s big.

Your fingers glide along his length, eliciting a low groan from him. Leaning in, you press a kiss to the tip before taking him into your mouth. You start slow, your tongue going flat and dragging along his shaft. Wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, you work him steadily deeper into your mouth as you adjust your position on your knees to take more of him.

His hand tangles in your hair, guiding you as you set a steady rhythm. He’s groaning instantly, the sound turning you on as you bob over his still growing length, your tongue swirling up and down the length of it with each thrust. Saliva pools at the corners of your mouth, dripping out as he lifts his hips to position himself deeper and deeper.

He tightens his grip on your hair and you hum and swallow and whine around him, wiry curls at the base of his cock tickling the tip of your nose. You run your hands along his tightening middle, dragging your nails down his stomach to his thighs and pulling a soft, sweet moan from him. You respond by taking him deeper, breathing steadily through your nose as your throat relaxes to accommodate his size.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he breathes, his voice a rough whisper. You glance up at him, eyes wide and dark. Gently, he wipes away a smudge of mascara from beneath your eye with his thumb, his touch surprisingly tender. “So fucking good for me.”

Your head bobs faster and faster. Wet, gurgling noises fill the room as his pelvis begins to twitch, losing its rhythm. You can sense he’s close, and you’re determined to make him come, quickening your pace as you fantisize about the taste of him on your tongue.

“Stop,” he commands suddenly, his voice firm as he fists your hair, pulling you off him with a wet pop. “Stop. Stand up, baby.”

You obey, blinking away fat mascara tears as you rise to your feet. He hooks his hands beneath your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and laying you down on the bed. The cool sheets contrast with the heat of your body, and you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he unbuttons and removes his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours.

He’s back a moment later, working his hand slowly up and down his shaft as he covers your body with his and kisses you again, this time slower. You indulge in it, rooting your fingers into the curls at the back of his neck and pulling him in closer. You arch into his touch, your hands exploring the soft planes of his chest and back, reveling in the warmth of his skin against yours.

His hands roam your body with purpose, sliding under the hem of your panties and pulling them down roughly. You kick them off, sending them flying across the room, and your legs return to hook around his back, pulling your naked body flush against his. The heat of his cock brushes against your entrance, teasing your swollen nerves and sending shivers down your spine.

"Fuck me, Dieter," you beg, your voice breathless and needy. "Please, fuck me."

"I got you, baby," he breathes into your ear, that familiar smirk audible in his voice. He lines himself up at your entrance and pushes forward.

You moan together as he fills you, his head sinking into the curve of your shoulder. It’s a stinging stretch as he enters you, but it feels good. You squeeze around him instantly, the heft of him inside of you drawing air from your lungs. He starts slow, rocking into you gently. Each movement is deliberate, his pace unhurried as he lets you adjust. He works deeper into you, thrusts growing stronger as your body stretches to accommodate him.

He’s groaning in your ear, a depraved voice telling you how amazing you feel and sending tingles down your spine. It’s all you can do to moan in response, your head thick and foggy now. His hand cups roughly around your jaw again as he finds a rhythm, his cock sliding in and out with ease and you bend into him, eager to take as much of him as you can.

“Dieter,” you gasp, the intensity building within you. “Oh, my god. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. With a groan, he quickens his pace, groaning as his free hand slides down to your clit. The moment his thumb makes contact, pressing and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, a deep moan rips from your chest, your arms wrapping tightly around him, nails digging into his shoulders.

He shifts, standing and lifting your legs to bend in front of you, his forearm pressing across your calves until your knees are nearly at your chest. His eyebrows knit together in concentration as he fucks into you with an intensity that fills the room with the wet, rhythmic sounds of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by the hoarse, desperate moans pouring from your throat.

“God damn, you can take it, baby,” he praises, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and using it as leverage to push even harder into you. All you can do is moan and whine - it’s complete nonsense, slurred approximations of “Yes, Please, Dieter, Please”

He fingers strum at your clit and you cry out, the feeling of his fingers incredible. He begins to draw small circles on the bundle of nerves, the movement mirroring his thrusting in and out of you. His hold around your jaw shifts down to your collarbone, his fingers curling around your neck with just enough pressure to make your head spin. The circles turn to quick flicks up and down and you feel your stomach begin to tighten, pleasure mounting with each stroke.

You pull your knees up higher as he pistons into you, your cunt soaked and squelching with each thrust. You try to match his rhythm, but it becomes more and more difficult as the nerves at your core threaten to burst.

“Come on my cock,” he commands, his breath hot against your ear. “Wanna feel you come.”

His words push you over the edge. Your body tenses as a wave of pleasure crashes through you. You can’t fight the high-pitched cry of relief that rips from your chest and you cling to his wrists, his arms, anything you can get your hands on as your orgasm shudders and ripples through you.

He groans, too, his own control slipping as he collapses onto the bed beside you. He turns over, pulling you with him until you're straddling him.

“C’mere, baby,” he says and you nod, unable to speak. You pant, climbing on top of him and lowering your head to kiss him deeply. As you do, you lift your hips to position yourself over him and he buries himself in you, thrusting his hips up and bottoming out inside of you. You moan into his mouth, a deep, depraved cry vibrating through your chest.

His hands grip your waist as you push yourself back up, guiding you up and down his length, and his breath is ragged and hot against your skin. He lifts himself to take your breast in his mouth and you root your fingers in his hair as he latches onto you. His tongue swirls around the stiffened bud of your nipple and his hands stray towards your clit, insatiable, unable to stop touching you. It’s overwhelming and your head is empty as the pleasure turns you into a trembling mess.

“God damn,” he breathes the words into your chest as he buries his head between your breasts, his fingers digging tighter into your waist as he holds himself tightly against you. He’s a man determined now, his thrusts into you unforgiving as you cling desperately around his neck. Your chests are sweaty and slick as they move against eachother, the sounds of your hot, salty skin slapping together echoing through the room.

He lies back on the bed, hands still roaming your body, his chest heaving beneath you. Your hands brace on his thighs, giving him a perfect view of your body as you take him as deeply as you can, his cock buried inside you, slick with your arousal.

Finally, his hips begin to stutter and a long groan escapes him. Noticing that he’s beginning to falter, you pick up your speed, determined to return the pleasure he’s been giving you all night. You lift up and drop down, bouncing yourself on his hips. He slides in and out, burying himself to the hilt and back again, his cock sending sharp pangs through your stomach. You brace yourself with a hand on his chest and he grabs it, guiding it to his throat, his eyes dark and pleading, and you obey, tightening your grip just enough to make his breath catch as you continue to ride him.

“F-Fuck,” he stutters raggedly, arching slightly into you. You squeeze just a little tighter and he’s done for. The feeling of his cock twitching inside of you is unmistakable. You hum happily, tracing your nails along his chest and squeezing around his length as he spills inside of you with a guttural groan. You collapse on top of him to rest on his chest and he wraps his arm around your back, pulling you closer to him. You feel him twitch and pulse inside of you as he steadies his breathing, rubbing circles into your shoulders as he slowly comes down.

You press your lips to his neck softly, fingers trailing through his sweaty curls and scratching slightly at his scalp. Soft, quiet moans follow his orgasm, his breath hitching slightly as you teasingly squeeze your pussy around his softening cock, his release still hot and thick inside of you.

—

You had no intention of spending the night. You don’t even remember falling asleep.

When you wake up, your face is buried in a pillowcase made of the softest fabric you’d ever felt in your life, and you’re drooling. The room is filled with the warm, muted light of the mid-afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. You push yourself up onto your elbow, squinting against the brightness as you try to piece together where you are. The suite was quiet. Dieter was gone.

You sit up fully, ruffling your hair with both hands as you try to shake off the remnants of sleep. A yawn escapes your lips, and you stretch, attempting to soothe your sore, stiff muscles.

Your eyes drift to the nightstand beside you, and you do a double-take when you notice the stack of paper sitting there. Eight crisp, hundred-dollar bills are neatly stacked on top of a piece of hotel stationery. You reach out, picking up the note, curiosity fluttering in your stomach as you unfold it. One word is scrawled across the page in a bold, hurried script: “Stay.”

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could i request a bradley bradshaw fic inspired by the song “timeless” by taylor swift? the line “and u were headed off to fight in the war, you still would’ve been mine we would’ve been timeless” reminds me so much of him 😀

you were headed off to fight in the war, you still would've been mine we would've been timeless

pairing [s] : bradley bradshaw x reader

warning [s] : none

a/n [s] : requests are open! ty for the request

When the letter came into the mailbox, underneath junk mail and scattered bills, sat the United States Navy Fighter Weapons School letter.

It made you cover your mouth and shake your head, as you hear Bradley throwing baseballs outside in the backyard. Giggles and laughing that peer from your daughter and her friend that came over.

It would have killed Bradley to know he had to leave once more. After a successful mission, Bradley told you what he had to do. The Navy was offering him the job as an instructor for the fleets. However, coincidentally, you had given birth and he was on paternity leave for those weeks, successfully missing the letters.

Now, there was no way to get out of it.

Walking over to Bradley, seeing him shirtless as he helps Nick get his pitching position correctly.

“Bradley,” You call, attempting to get just his attention. “Bradley!”

Bradley flips his view from Nick to you, eyebrows crossing together in worry. “Yeah, honey?”

“Can I talk to you? Privately.” Bradley nods and follows you into the house. You sit down at the couch and there sits the letter, as you burn your eyes at it. Bradley looks, understandably, worried as he sits next to you and lets his hand fall against yours. “I was looking through the mail today. And—and I saw this.” Picking up the letter and handing it to him, you cover your face and you see Bradley read the paper.

He opens it with his thumb and pulls out the folded paper. Bradley reads it and says the other part aloud. “...and in reasonable consideration, we will see you on the 1st day of September.”

Bradley drops the paper against the wooden coffee table. His hand goes to cover his mouth as he stares at the paper. “That’s tomorrow. The damn Navy decided to tell me this today, when I'm leaving tomorrow.” He can't look at you.

“We’ll get ice cream tonight, let the kids stay up, and we'll write you notes to look at. You'll be fine.” You scoot closer to your husband, hand holding onto his, and you lay your head against his shoulder.

“I know. It just really sucks. Six months away from my babies, you, my whole life is out here.” Bradley turns his head to look at you, eyes welling with dangerous tears that fall when be blinks.

“We’ll be fine. Everything will work out.” You comfort and you hug him. The gentle feeling of him as he wraps around you tightly.

—

The day comes at 11:30 in the morning. Bradley is standing there, holding his bag against his shoulder as he is practically crying. Nick holds on tightly to his dad's leg and Caroline is in his arms as she kisses his cheeks.

“I'll be home before you guys know it.” Bradley says to Caroline and Nick while he kisses her head softly. The warm San Diego air is pulling you back to your car and in the AC, but you can't leave Bradley for all that you pull. “Swear.”

“I’m gonna miss you. Don't get hooked on any bar girls. Still mine honey." You hear the sound of the plane starting and you hit his chest. “You come home to me you hear that?” You lay against him as he sets Caroline down. He pulls you into his arms and kisses you.

“Swear I'll come home to you. No bar girl is gonna take me away from you. You don't get stolen either honey.” You laugh with him and steal kisses from him. His lips envelop you as they begin to call any pilots to the ship. “I’ll see you honey." He grabs his stuff off the ground and he starts walking towards everyone.

“You come home to me, Bradshaw!”

“I will honey! Swear on my dead body I will.”

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I really want to see the arthur leclerc x verstappen! male! reader since we dont have much of him

okay, if you want something driver based instead of this mafia fic, I will be writing it at some point :)

also sorry this took me so long to get out I tossed a few options here and there before deciding on this one :)

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Also…i know there’s all the shit going around about christian horner, i just want to say that i don’t condone his actions at all, and while I have left him in this fic, I am separating the character from the person.

also warnings: death, general mafia shittiness, homophobia, bad dad jos

arthur leclerc x male!verstappen!reader

“Ermitage will be safe for you, Y/N. It has kept Max safe for years and I trust their teachers. Professor Marko, who will teach english, Professor Horner who will teach history and public speaking, and Professor Dominicelli who is the head teacher all sing their praises of Max, and have helped your admission into the school. The school does not regularly take students mid year, however based on your prior behaviour and safety. I needed to send you here.”

Y/N scoffed at his fathers words. His ‘prior behaviour’ wasn’t all that bad. Max had been sent to this school for an arson attack that had almost resulted in the deaths of 5 people, including 3 of his dad’s own men. He was being sent to this school for running away from his bodyguards, drinking and making out with a boy. But Max was his father’s golden boy, and Y/N was the spare in case a rival gang took out Max. And he was sure that Max despised the 2 of the professors, based on his letters to Y/N. He seemed to adore Professor Horner, so maybe that would be Y/N’s respite.

As the car pulled up in front of the school and crunched on the gravel driveway, Y/N took a minute to admire it.

He smiled as he saw the young children running around near the junior school. He got out of the car, smiling as he felt the warm French sum combined with a small breeze. The car had pulled up on the other side of the driveway, in between 2 other buildings. One looked very traditional, however there had clearly been an extension or five as parts looked very modern with a lot of glass. The other building was gorgeous. The other building was very traditional, looking like one of Jos’ summer houses in Denmark, all white and clearly spacious, however it had a metal spiral staircase on the outside that led to the roof. Jos would’ve killed a builder if that had been left there at their house. It made the building look less professional, and even Y/N wasn’t sure that he liked it.

Y/N watched as 3 men came out from the doors of the building. The 2 in front, both had greying hair and stern expressions, whispering amongst each other, while making disgusted looks towards Y/N. The third looked a little younger and shorter, with grey hair, attempting to look serious and stern as he walked towards the 2 with Y/N’s big brother in tow. Y/N smiled as his brother walked out with the teachers. He looked happy and better and less like he’d just torched a building than the last time he had seen him. Max whispered something in the younger man’s ears and the mask of sterness dropped to smile at the boy.

The group reached the pair of Verstappens, and Max let his guard down a little after shaking hands with their dad to give his baby brother a big bear hug, and provide some intel.

“Who’d he catch you with, huh?”

“Liam. At least it wasn’t bloody Frederik or he’d be here to inform you that I got caught up in the crossfire of a shooting and my funeral is tomorrow.”

“It was simply a matter of time. Anyway, you will like it here. Try and steer clear of Marko, he is incredibly strict and if it was still legal he would hang you from your arms from the roof until your shoulders dislocated. You will barely see Dominicelli, he just rocks up to greet you now, and you will never see him again. Horner is also our housemaster. He’s amazing. He’ll like you. He kinda adopted me after I told him how much of an asshole dear father is.”

“Okay.” Y/N smiled tensely as he pulled himself out of his brother’s hug and turned to greet the 3 strangers.

The first one looked old, as in old enough to retire, and had a stern face, as in someone who would scold you for laughing too hard. Someone after his fathers’ own heart he presumed. He held his hand out, and the man took it,  shook it once, and then dropped his hand, as if disgusted to be touching ‘someone like Y/N’. So an old homophobe then. He then turned around and started talking to Jos, and  Y/n tried to eavesdrop as he met the other men.

“Lawson has been dealt with, I’m just concerned about…”

The 2nd man, held out his hand and shook Y/n’s twice which was an improvement, at least until he dropped it. 

“...he sort of always showed signs but I never thought…”

Then he tried to discreetly wipe his hand on his pants.

“...The Mercedes guys were there, if they had realised who he was…”

Y/N picked it up, and looked down at the ground, slightly awkward, unsure of what to do as the final teacher approached him.

“...Hamilton is pissed, one of his men was caught in the crossfire of trying to get Y/N out…”

Professor Horner immediately engulfed him in a tight hug.

“...see the problem is I can’t explain to anyone why they were shot in a random club on a random thursday to get my son out…”

It was the first time for a long time that Y/N was getting a hug from someone older like her dad’s age. He was so shocked that he missed the next part of Jos and Helmut’s conversation and strained to hear the next part.

“...i can’t tell them my son was in there…so now it looks like i shot up a nightclub for no reason…”

Christian started reassuring him in his ears about how he was safe here and whatnot, but all Y/N was thinking was about how he was preventing him from properly eavesdropping the conversation

“...No, no one important, a lackyman, Aron or something…”

Y/N could feel his heart drop. Paul was dead? He’d known Liam was dead, Jos had used him as an example, but he hasn’t even known that Paul was at the nightclub.

“...it’s done, there’s 2 dead bodies to dispose of, which im gonna do when i get back, but just keep an eye on him please…”

Christian seemed to realise the internal struggle that Y/N was having and started hugging him tighter to make him feel better.

“...He’s gonna get everyone killed and he will only realise when he loses his brother the consequences his actions have…”

‘I KNOW WHAT CONSEQUENCES MY ACTIONS HAVE DAD, YOU KILLED MY KIND OF BOYFRIEND IN FRONT OF ME!’ Y/N wanted to scream at his dad, but that would make him realise that he was eavesdropping and why he was actually here.

Christian felt him tense and tried to sooth him into the hug.

“Alright, that’s enough, Christian, how about we head inside?”

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Arthur could recognise the boy walking in, but he couldn’t see the father which would help if he could work out why his body was in fight and flight mode as the boy had seen him, waved and smiled at him.

A memory flashed, of a meeting him and all his brothers together in a meeting room, as their father ran them through their highest enemies. He could remember the smile of a kid his age. He remembered Lorenzo asking how a 5 year old could be a threat…he doesn’t remember the rest or why this kid is a threat, but he remembers the goofy smile, the smile that was being flashed his way now, and the eyes that held so much happiness that seemed to hold a lot more pain now.

He couldn’t remember why this kid was in the powerpoint, so he supposed it was okay and irrelevant and smiled back, before being hurried on by Lorenzo.

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