#Also that's a great idea! ♥

[tatatale]

Hello Kao

I'm planning to throw Gasters a Christmas party and was wondering what kind of sweater Eternal!Gaster would wear. (with a stupid sentence written on it XD)

Perhaps I'm already late but- Here he is, ready to get eternal drunk.

[sysig]

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[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Last Christmas

♥ masterlist | request rules | 12 days of ficmas

♥ pairing: ex!lando norris x fem!reader x oscar piastri

♥ synopsis: last christmas was vulnerable. even more so after you opened up to your best friend lando and him comforting you turned into his confession of love... but the next morning a picture of his girlfriend—whom he never told you about, was the first thing you saw. out of what you'd call destiny, you befriend the two people he's closest too: his teammate and his new girlfriend.

♥ smau - fc: women on pinterest - as always none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing !!!

♥ a/n: lando is a bit of a dick in this but it’s only bc its important for the plot lmao! <3

-Christmas Eve, 2023-

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yourusername when you’re insecure could be me could be her, you just run to whoever is winning 

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user1 alright who broke our girl’s heart

user2 i’ll break his face

alexandrasaintmleux 🫂

lilymhe love you 🫶 call me whenever you need 

iamrebeccad we’re here for you ❤️

user3 guys WHAT HAPPENED 😭

user4 @/user3 whatever it was is clearly huge because all of the wags are here

user5 oh so this person SUCKS sucks

user6 the sabrina lyrics

user8 SAID THAT IT WAS ME AND YOU FOR LIFE !!

user9 NOW YOURE KINDA ACTIN LIKE I DIED!!

user10 my wife is getting her heart broken by a man 😞

user11 not the mascara running girl he didn't deserve you anyway whoever he was

carmenmundt if you need anything I'll always be here <3

yourusername ty carmen 💋

user12 i know lando just hard launched his girlfriend but i hope he’s still able to be there for yn 😓

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mclaren who’s ready for bahrain?

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iamimogen me !

♡ by landonorris

yourusername i’ll be there as always <3

oscarpiastri it’s been a while! can’t wait to see you again

user1 awww osc

mclaren what oscar said!!

blondie_wdj @/yourusername you’re always welcome in the garage

user2 being best friends with a driver means your also best friends with his engineer

blondie_wdj @/user2 so true

user3 i can’t wait to see lando’s gf in the paddock

user5 and her and y/n to be friends

user6 I hope there's no tension between them

user7 @/user6 lets not pit women against each other before they've even met !!

user9 where's yn's man

yourusername no idea 😔

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yourusername after party

tagged; @/oscarpiastri

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user1 STOP is that imogen?

user2 she’s so hot i fear 🫣

oscarpiastri finally made it onto your ig 🙏 I used to dream of days like this

yourusername you are now one of my elite employees

user8 the way lando isn't even in the pictures lmaooo

yourusername @/user8 he wasn't approved by the council

user3 so here for ynoscar tbh

user4 that's what I've been SAYING

user5 so glad lando has a gf so yall finally stop shipping her w him and let the oscarinas have something

iamimogen great to meet you 💕

♡ by yourusername

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-Time Skip-

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f1gossip y/n and imogen were spotted hanging out all night after the monaco grand prix. could this be the beginning of a new friendship?

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user1 I BEG YOUR FINEST PAEDON?!

user4 they're so fucking cute oh my god

user2 i love it when the girl bsf and gf are besties 🥹

user9 it's mr steal your girl

user8 Imogen break up with your boyfriend ‼️

user7 yn lando Imogen poly when

...comments have now been disabled

-Hungarian Grand Prix-

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yourusername BUDAPEST, HUNGARY 📍

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user1 @/oscarpiastri again

user2 how did you recognize him by just his back? 😭

user3 crying because why is yn posting oscar more than lando posts his girlfriend

user4 RIGHT? I don't think I've seen her once on his main or jpg but Imogen posts him all the time :/

user5 its kind of weird since lando used to post dozens of pictures of yn

user6 anyone else notice that he hasn't liked or commented on any of yn's posts in months or am I insane?

user5 @/user6 YES I HAVE

user8 guys I think they went through a friendship break up or something

user4 @/user8 do you think its because of Imogen?

user8 @/user4 maybe

user6 @/user4 I don't think so since yn is with her all the time. I just haven't seen yn talk to lando publicly since last year

mclaren it's always nice to see you!

yourusername valid: all days paddock pass when?

mclaren 👀

user9 hungary is such a random race to go to lol

user10 she's mclaren's good luck charm trust

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yourusername YESSSSiogvdrs;okfeLI

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user1 SHES SO US

user7 SCREAMING

user3 ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE FACT THEY LET YN STAND DOWN THERE

user2 honorary wag !!

user4 oh the sheer amount of pictures she took of him

user5 that's a proud girlfriend if I've ever seen one

user6 she didn't even greet lando...

user10 she was probably caught up in the moment

user6 @/user10 me when I lie

user10 HELPPP 😭 I don't want to admit her and lando aren't hanging out anymore... they were literally best friends

user9 lets focus on the positives: oscar won and he's 100% into yn

-F1 Winter Break-

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iamimogen loving winter 🤍

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user1 she’s SO gorgeous

yourusername the prettiest

iamimogen @/yourusername no you!!

user2 stop i still love that her and yn get along 🥹

user3 right they’re so sweet

landonorris ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux stunning

iamimogen 💋

francisca.cgomes hottie

iamimogen love you 😘

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iamimogen I'm dreaming of a pink christmas

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user1 lando you need to step up your game

user2 him STILL not posting pictures about her is crazy...

user3 EXACTLY

user4 the way they've been publicly a couple for a year 💀

user7 pink pilates princess core

iamimogen you know it

user12 I feel like I'm the only one who thinks her and lando are cute 😭

user6 no they're cute there's just something... off?

user10 @/user6 exactly. I love them but what the fuck is going on with them and yn

user9 the only place were gonna find lando and yn together these days is Imogen's likes

user5 LMAO

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yourusername photo dump 🩰🎀

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user20 @/iamimogen not yn copying you 💀

yourusername omg i had no idea she invented the color pink. @/iamimogen i’m so sorry queen i had no idea 🫶

iamimogen @/yourusername that’s ok just make sure to give creds next time ❤️

user1 PLSSS they’re so unserious

user2 im obsessed with their friendship wait 

user3 they’re so fucking funny

user4 OSCYN HARD LAUNCH I REPEAT OSCYN HARD LAUNCH

user5 oh I fucking knew it

user6 its a christmas miracle

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yourusername stole your boy and your girl

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user1 THE GASP I GUSPT

user4 jaw is on the floor.

user3 LEAVING THE COMMENTS ON IS CRAZYYY

user5 what a bad bitch move

user7 SHUT UPPPP

user6 so this all WAS about lando?! I'm genuinely so curious now I need to know what he did!?!?!?

user8 oh my god yn is my favorite person

user9 y'all remember that post of her like sobbing last year? was that about lando...?

user10 FUCK OFF IMAGINE IT IS

user12 begging for a story time

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end notes: i’m really fighting my demons (the urge to make a part two where yn ends up with imogen…) anyways I'm back with super late christmas fics haha !! they'll all be posted out of order from now on lmao

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[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 24: Lactation

ENDEAVOR (ENJI TODOROKI) X GN! READER

SUMMARY: Pregnant with his child, leaving Enji to take advantage of your leaking chest creating benefits for the both of you in doing so. WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Smut, Lactation Kink, Pregnant Reader, Drinking breast milk

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Head drawn back, your eyes blurry, feeling Enji's cock burrowed deep into you, sparking every nerve in a wave through your body. Keeping you still with hands that burned hot, as did his kisses along your neck and chest, finding your nipples that leaked with milk.

Looking down, meeting Enji's intense eyes as his hot lips engulfed your nipple, then feeling as they started to suck while a hand squeezes your chest. Hearing a hum come from the hero as his eyes softened, drinking down your warm breast milk.

Enji having for nights worked around your growing belly to drink from your chest. Not only loving the sight of your belly growing with his child, but the benefits that came with it all—your high sex drive, glowing skin, and the milk that started leaking from your chest days ago. The man couldn't get enough.

Feeling as his hands burned hotter with every gulp, sure to leave surface-level burns the next morning that would be followed by him calling into work and taking care of you for the rest of the day.

This was your new ritual, enjoying the relief that his actions gave your chest having to no longer ache from being full of milk and also giving him a delicious drink. While drinking, he never moves as if ignoring that you were even making love just before, wanting only to focus on your chest and what it offered.

Finally, when your chest's milk lessened, he stopped turning back to fucking you into the bed, lips back to being bound to your neck and lips. Neither of you ever talked about it when morning came, having an unspoken understanding of double-sided benefits.

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[yandere-sins]

Girl I have a random thought with yandere Leona

Eventually his darling will be forced to be the wife of a prince, so probably a duchess (?) because the princess title is usually used for a woman married to the sovereign prince. So imagine that Leona's darling ends up being the duchess loved by the people lmaoo. It's not out of pure kindness though, it's a strategic move to weaponize the title forced upon her. If Leona weaponizes his title as prince to claim her, she's going to weaponize her title as duchess by being busy with the people, hence, BEING AWAY FROM HIM >:) Who's gonna stop her? The people love her, Leona's own family supports her, he can't do anything-

Ooh! You're into TWST, too! Thank you for talking about Leona, I love him! ♥

It really is funny how that works, isn't it? Here, he thought binding you to him would be the perfect way to keep you by his side, and yet, somehow, you are even further away than before. Back at college, he could at least "cat"nap (hah!) you for a nap in the greenhouse, but now? With all these "important" "official" "duties", he has to share you with so many more people than before. Leona definitely hates it.

It doesn't help that he gets dragged away just as much for some reason or other. His brother is constantly asking for him, too, and he doesn't get a quiet minute with you, even at the dinner table, all of your family nagging him while they praise you endlessly for all your hard work. Don't think he doesn't know what you're doing. It's clear you are doing all this work to annoy him.

It's not so much about what other people think. If that were the case, he wouldn't have married you. But you, trying to outsmart him, feels to Leona like giving chase to prey. Who of you can best the other? Who can thwart the other's plans? How can he spend time with you and get back at you for taking your duties a bit too seriously for someone who only just married into royalty?

Well, for one, he can join you. The good thing is that he gets out of some of his work by announcing he'll go with you to another opening of... something. Hospital. Right. Tea time at his great aunt's place? He does love food. Are you getting a pedicure? There are worse places to take a nap in, and you are there, lap ready for his head to lie in. "Two can play this game, duchess," he warns you as he passes you by and gets into the car first, much to your surprise.

Time for a change of plans, you think, taking him to the stinkiest, dirtiest garbage collection place that needs inspection on exactly that day. Oops, you forgot to mention that.

It's not a one-sided thing either, though. Leona also has to take strict measures to get what he wants. So he kidnaps you from some of the appointments, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder before speeding off. Doesn't leave the best impression, but the place he decides to bring you to is remote and beautiful. At least you get to put up your feet for a little bit, too, since, well, you can't find back on your own. People still laugh it off as the silly honeymoon phase. He is a man and a predator, after all, it's in his nature... or something. Leona really doesn't care about the gossip, and you have to explain it somehow.

The best idea, however, to get you back and stuck with him, comes one evening at dinner, where you almost choke to death as one of the cousins asks when you two will have babies. Leona helps you get the piece of vegetable out of your throat, but when you look up, you can see it—the dangerous glint in his eyes. He waves off his family, but he's awfully quiet as you two go back to your room, Leona acting all gentlemanly and letting you go inside the room first. You soon realize why as you hear him lock the door after entering, making you spin around just in time as he advances slowly.

You won't be able to go out as much with a royal baby on the way. He can take some time off to care for you. And the people you are so desperately clinging to will understand. In fact, they will love you more, knowing you are carrying and taking care of the royal blood, as are your duties as Leona's wife and duchess. Surely, you know that, given how conscientious you are? You two have put it off for far too long already.

It's the perfect idea, and so he pounces.

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[diminuel]

"Good morning, my love."

"Ugh."

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I promised Dragon/Crocodile Mpreg, so here it is! ♥

Luffy was probably playing the drums of liberation on Crocodile's organs the entire night >w<

Also, I have no idea if either of them would use pet names, I haven't really paid enough attention while reading to make a judgement on that. Didn't stop me though.

The book Dragon is reading is called "Revolutionary Parenting" which doesn't sound like a great idea, but maybe it's better than what Garp was doing X3

[farfromharry]

What the fuck? | Lando Norris

Transformers au

Summary: A successful date turns into a living nightmare when Y/N comes face to face with the alien living in Lando’s garage. Oh, and it also doubles as his car too…?

w/c 3155

a/n i rewatched transformers the other day and this came to mind idk, its pretty random but i had to get it out of my head

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Lando Norris was hot. 

For months he had been coming into your work for coffee. He was that customer that every worker fawned over. There was a cat fight every time the bell above the door sounded and he stepped inside. Everyone wanted to be the one to take his order. He was polite to everyone, as he should be. There was only one person who he flirted with though. Y/N. 

On the off chance that everyone else was busy and she finally got the opportunity to serve him, they chatted for ages. He was constantly asking her questions that had obvious answers, just so he could talk to her for longer. They talked about their days, he complimented her and she always drew a little heart by his name when handing him his cup.

Really it was only a matter of time before he asked her out. 

For weeks he had been building up the courage. Coming into the cafe and pretending to stare at the menu until she was free. He saw how they bickered when he came in. It would have done wonders for his ego had he not been trying to impress someone specific. She hadn’t picked up on it though. Y/N thought it was just luck that everyone else was busy. If only she knew that he was there for her– he didn’t even like coffee.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” She was clearly caught off guard. “With me, I mean.”

Nervously, her eyes darted to the side, where an older lady stood watching them. It wasn’t the first time he had seen her around. He assumed she was the manager or something of the sorts. His mouth formed an O shape. Now wasn’t a good time for them to talk about this.

“Your total is £3.86.” 

The man tapped his card, nodded at her and then moved off to the side to wait for his drink. There was no mention of his offer when she called his name to collect, but as he was leaving he did notice the number and the smiley face jotted down on the side of his cup. A laugh bubble in his throat. The little minx. 

When a text from a random number came through to Y/N’s phone a day later, she grinned to herself. Lando was persistent, she would give him that. 

It took all of 2 minutes to spill it to her roommate and given how often she talked about the hot customer that came in practically every day, she insisted she go for it. Who was she to turn down a man that looked like that and was very clearly interested in her? She was very quick to say yes. 

He picked her up from her apartment, his pricey Porsche practically sparkling under the street lights. She was in awe. The dark green exterior was gorgeous, to die for. It must have been cleaned recently, but he did seem like the type to take care of his car. He was leaning against it when she emerged from her building, his arms crossed, stretching the material of his button up tightly over his chest and his arms. Those arms… She had no idea how she was going to survive this date.

But she did and she had a great time. He was funny, charming and a mighty good kisser. They could barely keep their hands off of each other. In the car on the way back, his hand rested on her leg, bordering on dangerous with how close it was to the hem of her dress. She loved it though and as soon as the car was stopped she was the first to launch herself at him. He was slightly caught off guard, but quickly kissed her back. 

She didn’t expect him to push her away. Fear filled her. The idea that she had read something wrong or gotten mixed signals was horrifying. It must have been written all over her face. His hand settled on her cheek, silently asking her to look at him. When she did he was smiling. 

“I’m not rejecting you.” That was a good start at least. He pulled the keys from the ignition and winked at her. “Just think we should head inside.”

The dread that had once been written all over her face was quickly replaced by lust. With how he looked in the moonlight right now, curls falling over his forehead, facial hair he was too stubborn to shave and just the right amount of buttons undone on his shirt, there was no way she was going to turn down that offer. “Lead the way, Norris.” 

When she stepped out of the car the wind bit at her face, the chill sent down her spine forcing her to wrap her arms around herself. How she would love a bit of Lando’s body heat mixing with hers right now. Even just when his hand touched the small of her back she immediately felt warmer. 

Like the gentleman he tried so hard to be, he unlocked the front door and let her in first. Only when she stood in the doorway awkwardly did he remember she had never been in his house before; she had no idea where she was going. 

Lando laughed. “Right. My bad.”

After closing the door behind him, he laced his fingers with hers tugging her in the direction of the couch in the living room. He sat down first, sinking into the couch, legs spread and head leaning on the back, eyes staring up at her with a silent invitation. He looked edible. Any normal person would probably see the empty space beside him and claim that, but not Y/N. The most inviting place for her right now was that of his lap. Why waste time? 

Apparently straddling him was a good idea. Helped set the mood. Lando enjoyed it anyway. Big hands came to hold her sides, the smirk sneaking onto his face annoyingly attractive. 

“Hi,” he whispered. 

A hand came to rest on his shoulder, another finding its way into the long curls at the back of his neck. Not yet tugging, but considering it. “Hello.” 

Neither of them were sure who initiated it. One minute she was practically drooling over the way he was gazing up at her, eyes dilated and lips slightly parted, the next he was mentally thanking whatever miracles had allowed him to be in this moment. Soft lips met his, stealing his breath. Their noses bumped. Teeth clashed. Lando never wanted it to end. 

A loud crash from somewhere in the house stole her attention. Their lips briefly separated. As much as she would have liked to keep kissing him, the noise was loud and distracting. “What was that?” she asked, trying to ignore the way his thumb stroked her cheek. He was incredibly intoxicating in the best way. 

He tried to shake it off. Of course he had heard it, but he knew exactly what the culprit was and really didn’t want to share. “I didn’t hear anything.” In his mind, denial was the best way to go, followed by distraction. The perfect distraction would be his lips in this case.

Gently, he grabbed her chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding her face back to his. Their lips connected again and she sighed heartily against his mouth. He smiled briefly, but it disappeared as soon as he found himself lost in the kiss again. His other hand was on her hip, keeping her pressed tightly to his body. He didn’t want even a centimetre of space between them. If anyone were to look at them they wouldn’t know where he started and she ended. The way she kissed was intoxicating. 

Bang. 

There was that noise again. Y/N pulled back, but Lando wasn’t done. Swollen lips found her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on her skin. Her eyes fluttered but she quickly snapped herself out of it. Letting herself get distracted by his touch was exactly what he wanted. Whether he liked it or not, she was going to get to the bottom of that noise. 

When she climbed out of his lap like a woman on a mission, his heart dropped. He had to keep her out of the garage at all costs. 

“Y/N, hey. What are you doing?” The look on his face was far from calm. It would be obvious to anyone in a 10 foot range that he was hiding something. And if anyone was listening, she was praying it wasn’t something weird because he was just so hot. 

“Tell me what that noise is.”

It wasn’t a question, it was an order. 

Looking right at him was a face of fury. She had just wanted a good night, a normal date for once in her life. Lando was supposed to be a good one. The night had been going so well and now here she was. The man visibly deflated. Clearly she was upset, annoyed– a whole mix of different emotions, but none of them good. Maybe coming clean was the best idea. 

A sigh, then a longing look at the Porsche beside them.

The next time he looked at her it was with such desperation that her chest actually ached for him. He didn’t know what to do. “Look, what I’m gonna say is…” How was he supposed to put it? There was no sane way of coming clean here. “It’s crazy. But I need you to know I am telling the truth. If you promise not to freak out I’ll show you.”

Understandably, she was hesitant. There was something in his eyes though that told her she could trust him on this. “Okay.”

With a nod, he tapped the roof of the car twice. “Show her.”

She wasn’t sure what she was witnessing was real. Right before her eyes the Porsche in front of her shifted from a car into something that resembled a… person. It even blinked, waved at her. She thought she was losing her mind. Surely this was some illusion, a trick of the light or something he used to impress women. When she turned to look at him, he looked completely unbothered, like this was something he was totally used to.

“What the fuck?” she yelled, eyes blown wide as she stared at the car turned… thing that she couldn’t even find a logical explanation for. Had she taken a drug that she didn’t know about, or maybe her world was turning upside down? Either way, she sort of felt nauseous. Lando’s hand was quick to come up and cover her mouth when she screamed again. The last thing he needed was his neighbours getting worried that someone was being murdered in his garage. 

Wide eyes were frantically darting all over the place, trying to conjure up a reasonable explanation for whatever the fuck was happening. 

Lando was just trying to soothe her. “Listen to me, I need you to calm down.”

That was a rich suggestion. Who was he to tell her to calm down? It wasn’t everyday someone saw a literal car transform into something almost human. Her chest was heaving, clearly startled, scared out of her mind. Maybe there were better ways he could have broken this news to her. 

Just as he thought he might be starting to make progress, the robot opened its mouth and sent her spiraling all over again. “Hello.” It even waved. 

Lando cursed, shooting the Porsche quite a harsh glare. Then he placed his attention back on Y/N, placing his hands on her arms in an effort to keep her focused on him. “Breathe with me. Come on.” 

It took a while, but eventually she managed to match his breathing. Her mind was still racing, but she was definitely more relaxed. He smiled. 

“Good. You feeling better?”

She let out a breath. “I think so. But can you please explain what the hell is going on?” She looked desperate. He was starting to feel guilty for dropping this on her. 

The thing is, he didn’t really know himself. Months ago, Lando had been going through a crisis and thought the best way to fix it was to buy a run down version of one of his dream cars. Then he would fix it up, make it all shiny and new again. Only, one day had entered his garage to find it was exactly how he pictured it in his mind. He had paused, stared at it blankly for a few seconds and then it had done it for the first time. The car, his car, literally transformed into some sort of robot. It even spoke to him, assured him he was harmless. At no point did he explain why or how he was here, and Lando had never really asked. 

“Um, well, he’s an Autobot, from space.” It was a shitty explanation, one that did nothing to make her feel better. This thing was an alien and Lando was standing here acting like this was normal. “He’s harmless, I swear. His name’s Mirage.” He added that extra bit of information like it would make everything better. 

The next thing either of them knew she was hitting the group with quite the thump. Faintly she might have heard Lando’s panicked gasp, but she wasn’t sure what was real anymore.

When her eyes fluttered open she assumed it was a few hours later. It was darker now outside and she was laying in an unfamiliar living room. She groaned, rubbing at her head that was throbbing slightly— probably from how hard she hit the floor. Lando was by her side the second he realised she was awake.

“Hey, gave us quite the scare there. Feeling okay?”

She smiled softly, rather happy with how attentive he was being for a first date. “Yeah. I had such a crazy dream,” she laughed, “your car—“ Her brain seemed to suddenly catch up to what he’d said, her brow furrowing and her eyes darting to him. “Wait, who’s us?” 

He smiled sheepishly. There was a tap on the window. Part of her wanted to ignore it, but another part of her was desperate to know if what she’d just witnessed was real. Even if it was terrifying. This time he didn’t try to stop her, just let her sit up and peer around the arm of the couch to look out the window. The moment she noticed was obvious. Her body went rigid. “Oh my god, it was real!” 

His laughter was strained. This was the last way he thought this first date was going to turn out. She probably thought the same thing. The only problem was that even if she never wanted to see him again, he had to make sure she kept his secret. Unfortunately she was going to have to stick around. 

“Look, about this whole thing… you can’t tell anyone.”

She scoffed. “Lando, you’ve just shown me an alien and you expect me to keep quiet?”

A frown crept onto his face. If he didn’t think he could trust her, he wouldn’t have told her the truth. He would have made something up to throw her off the scent. But things had been going well and she seemed like the kind of person that could keep a secret if she knew it was important. This was the most important thing in the world to Lando. 

“No, Y/N, I’m serious.” His eyes were pleading with her. “Please, if anyone finds out about this I don’t know what they’d do to him. He left his planet to escape war, what do you think is gonna happen if people find out about this?”

It was understandable. Her fear was clouding her rational judgement. Once she managed to get her breathing under control, she felt like she could think more clearly. Lando’s words meant more sense. It wasn’t fair to ruin someone’s life because she was scared. 

He could see her start to calm down.

“Okay.” She nodded. “I won’t tell.”

Lando let out a breath and his whole body sagged. The relief he was feeling was blatant. “Thank you.”

Silence settled between them. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable per say, but neither of them were sure what to say. It was a weird situation. Certainly not one people found themselves in every day, or ever for that matter. She didn’t know how to handle it. No one knew about Lando’s secret. Not even his closest friends. This was something he hadn’t had to deal with before, he didn’t know what to do or what to say. 

“Do you, um, want to meet him properly?” Maybe if she could actually talk to him, see what he was like, she would understand. At least he hoped so. 

The look on her face was hard to read. Clearly she was weighing out the pros and cons of meeting an alien. If Lando had been given that choice when he and Mirage had first met, he probably would have panicked too, probably even ran away. On the brightside, she had someone by her side to make this whole thing a little less stressful. He didn’t have that back then. He sure would have liked to. 

“Okay.”

A sigh passed his lips. “He’s friendly, really.”

She didn’t seem convinced, but Lando was already taking her hand to guide her outside. Uncertainty was drowning her, but he seemed so sure. The thing– Mirage, she guessed– was waiting patiently outside to greet her. Upon first rational glance he seemed rather polite actually. She was surprised. 

Lando felt like a parent introducing his child to someone. “Say hello.” Gently he nudged her forward. He knew his car well and he wouldn’t be on anything but his best behaviour. 

“Um, hi there.” An awkward wave followed. 

The man tried to stifle his laugh but considering the glare she shot his way, he suspected she might have heard it. 

Mirage sort of smiled. “Hello.” He held out his hand, a hand shake being a gesture that Lando had taught him in a bid to make him more used to people. 

Her eyes were wide. Nonetheless she took his… hand, and shook it. Her head was spinning. “This is fucking crazy,” she whispered.

Lando was beaming, his grin stretching from one ear to the other. He whispered right back. “I know, right.” 

Looking at him now, she couldn’t believe she used to think he was just a normal guy that had become a regular at her job. “You’re, like, the coolest guy I’ve ever met.”

He really liked the sound of that. The compliment literally went straight to his head and he had no shame about it. “So, does that mean there’s gonna be a second date?” 

She laughed. “I’m about to propose, so.”

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⁀➷ Mafia!Stucky Masterlist⍟✪ 📚

Hello lovely, I hope you’re having a great day. I thought it was about time I made a list dedicated to my favourite boys, so welcome to my Mafia!Stucky masterlit!I love to write in my spare time, and the fiction I create is for 18+ readers ONLY. Also, everything is character x fem!reader, and please, read the tags carefully before continuing.

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✧ you're mine // Steve loves showing off what's his, you. What does he do when he sees someone staring at what's his? (smut, angst, dark)

✧ i need more // You’d been off all day, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Steve. He’d do anything to make you feel better, so when you started begging him to help you have some release, he didn’t hold back. (fluff, smut)

✧ ruined orgasm - kinktober // He had given you one rule: do not interrupt the meeting. So, of course, you had to walk straight into the meeting that had all of America’s most notorious gangsters (smut)

✧ Steve's birthday wish (P.1) //Steve’s birthday was approaching, and you had no idea what to get him. Bucky suggests asking the Mafia boss what he would like, but would you regret your decision when you hear what Steve truly wants? (fluff, smut, angst)

✧ When Two Become Three (P.2) // It has been a few weeks since Steve sat back and watched you be pleasured by his best friend, Bucky, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Especially, the part where Steve confessed his fantasy to have a threesome, but would you ever agree to it? (fluff, smut)

✧ one more meeting // For all of the years that you had known Steve and Bucky, you had never seen them lose control of their anger. All of the murders and violence are always calculated, calm, and dangerous. But today, that all changed, and for the first time in years, you were truly scared of the boys you loved. (fluff, smut, angst, dark)

✧ repeat after me // It wasn’t often that you had to attend a party with your boyfriends, but today, you found yourself at one, filling you with anxiety and dread. How will the boys react when they find you close to a panic attack and starting to doubt their love for you? (fluff, smut, angst)

✧ how many? // Steve had finally found time to take you and Bucky on holiday. What he doesn’t tell you, however, is that today, he wanted to see just how many times he and Bucky could get you to orgasm. (fluff, smut)

✧ I can’t lose you // Being the girlfriend of the Mafia leader and his second in command had its dangers, but for years, you'd never had to experience this—until now. How will the boys react when you're put in danger? (fluff, smut, angst, dark)

✧ No touching // You blatantly ignored their instructions, and now you have to suffer the repercussions of your actions. (fluff, smut, angst)

✧ I don’t care // 'The reader has a menstrual cycle, this one just a little worse than others, and Steve and Bucky are worrying and helping her through it.' (fluff, smut)  

✧ The one weakness // It wasn't often you were by yourself, so when you quickly go to the coffee shop, what happens when the enemy is watching and waiting nearby? (fluff, smut, angst) 

✧ overwhelming // It had been your birthday a few days ago, and Steve and Bucky had made it their mission to give you the most lavish party, followed by intense, long nighttime activities. However, something didn't feel right as you lay in bed on Monday morning. (fluff)

✧ the fun game // Steve and Bucky had forgotten about your date, leaving you waiting for two hours in the restaurant. How will they react when you decide to play your little game as payback, and how far can you go before they finally snap? (fluff, smut)

✧ harder, please  // Your mind was clouded with lust and pleasure, as you begged repeatedly for more from Bucky, but what happens when you get hurt in the process? (fluff, smut, angst)

✧ protect and forget // Life as the girlfriend of the Mafia boss and his second-in-command was not always smooth sailing; everything did not always go to plan. Two weeks before your birthday, a threat was made to your life. What happens when Steve and Bucky begin to push you away as they search for the threat? (fluff, smut, angst) 

✧ All Eyes On You // “Do you know what we would have done if we had turned up to that restaurant and seen you all dolled up like that? We would have bent you over the table in front of everyone and shown them exactly who you belonged to". - Steve Rogers (smut)  

✧ You belong to me. These girls knew you were dating Steve and Bucky, so why did they think it was okay to have their hands all over you? (fluff, smut, angst)

✧ Don't fall asleep // It was supposed to be a typical day, but not in fate's eyes, as you and Sam are hit by a drunk driver. How will Steve and Bucky react when they hear their girl has been hurt? (fluff, smut, angst)

✧ rule number one. // It was Bucky's birthday, but even a surprise party won't stop Steve and Bucky from punishing you for not looking after yourself. (fluff, smut, angst)

✧ Last Hope (CH. 1) (CH. 2)  // Before dating Steve and Bucky, your life felt like a steel cage you couldn't escape because of your family business. There was no happiness or hope, but what happens when the infamously heartless mafia leader, Steve Rogers, finds you alone? (fluff, smut, angst, dark)

✧ our little bean // You stared unblinking at the Doctor who had just told you the news you couldn't quite comprehend. You were on birth control, so why is the test in his hands saying that you're pregnant?  Accidents happened, but is this a happy one? (Yes it is). (fluff, angst)    

✧ the limit  // Everyone has a limit, this includes Steve and Bucky. What happens in different situations where each of you felt compelled to use your safewords? (fluff, smut, angst)

✧ sick day // Bucky had warned you that dancing in that rain without a coat would lead you to be ill, maybe you should have listened more to his warning. (fluff)

✧ accident’s happen // You were visiting a friend when you were accidentally hit in the face, leaving behind a cut across your cheekbone. How will Steve and Bucky react when they see their girl injured? (fluff, smut, angst) 

✧ everyone is breakable // Steve and Bucky were invincible in your eyes. They'd never been injured or in a situation where you thought they weren't the ones in control. That is until one day Bucky doesn't return from meeting with a client. (fluff, smut, angst)

✧ winter soup // There was no better feeling than a bowl of hot soup when you're feeling unwell and, what's even better is when it's delivered to your door every day by your new guard. It tasted amazing and you could always trust everyone in the Mafia... right? (fluff, smut, angst)

✧ something new  // The mafia leader was known to be possessive and enjoy showing off his girl but what happens when he wants to do this by being intimate in front of his gang? (smut)

✧ pegging - kinktober // Steve had once instructed bucky how to pleasure you but what happens when you’re the one being given the instructions? (smut)

✧ cockwarming - kinktober // You’re feeling needy and restless so Steve offers you something to suck on, much to Bucky’s amusement. (smut)

✧ double penetration in one hole - kinktober // You were adament to prove Steve wrong and do something you’ve never done before. (smut)

✧ fear play - kinktober // You woke up to darkness, your phone was missing and, all you could was silence echoing around the house but, you knew you weren’t alone. (smut, dark)

✧ role reversal - kinktober  // For once, you were the one shouting at the enemy, demanding that they leave your office. Steve and Bucky were in awe so you tried to keep up this confidence and burn off some energy with them. (smut)

✧ Duke, Duchess and Knights  // You get so lost in the fantasy dream that when it turns into a nightmare, you're not sure what reality is when you wake up screaming. (fluff, angst)

✧ Merry Christmas // It was a simple question: Have you been naughty or nice this year? (fluff, smut)

✧ Safety Measures // It was the anniversary of Steve and Bucky saving you from your sadistic brother. Usually, it was a time of celebration for you, but this year, you couldn't help but feel paranoid and unsafe. (Angst, Smut, Fluff)

✧ edge of glory // Defiance is something you are not accustomed to, but when the love of your life is in danger, there is no stopping you. Now, the repercussions of your actions have you contemplating the decisions that you've made. (Angst, Smut, Fluff)

✧ being on top // After Steve's life is threatened, you're left reeling in how fragile life is and what better way to remind you what's life about than having the Mafia leader handcuffed to the bed for you to play with? (Angst, Smut, Fluff)

✧ seven // One week is all it takes for your world to come crashing down. Even though you could have everything you'd ever wanted, for some reason, something isn't right. Will your emotions and the smothering of overprotective Stucky come to an end? (Angst!, Smut, Fluff)

✧ into the deep // A garden party pushes you too far—and into unexpected subspace. Bucky and Steve bring you back with firm control, soft words, and the reminder that you’ll always belong to them. (Angst, Smut, Fluff)

✧ sweet & armed // In a world of danger and dominance, she’s the soft center — until the day she proves she can bite just as hard as they bark. (Angst, Smut, Fluff)

✧ taught in love // When trust is tested and old wounds resurface, you decide it's time to shift the power. (Angst, Smut, Fluff)

✧ anchor me // When an unexpected wave of illness leaves you shaky and off balance, comfort comes in the form of tender care, warm hands, and the two men who would do anything to keep you safe. (Smut, Fluff)

✧ the drop // When a dangerous mafia operation threatens everything, you find yourself emotionally unravelling in ways you can't control. Steve and Bucky--your ruthless protectors and tender lovers--must learn to see the signs before it's too late. (Smut, angst, Fluff)

Drabbles

The first to give their jacket when reader is cold

Mad & Sad moments

Saying the wrong thing

TikTok trend: no kissing

Who is more protective?

safe space in your new home

Halloween Costumes

[coichii]

CLOCK OUT ✭

—(🎧)— chan was always so busy, working hard at creating music. you knew this and respected it, but you’d never thought it would make you his #2 when you were always #1

pairing - bf!bangchan ♥︎ fem!reader

genre: angst & comfort

word count: 1.4k

warnings: lots of swearing, arguing, and yelling. Crying & self deprecating thoughts.

You sigh as you read the clock. 9pm He was supposed to be here an hour ago. You feel the tears well up in your eyes as you throw your phone back on your bed. “Great. I got all dressed up for what.”

You and Chan were supposed to go on a date tonight, it’s his birthday after all. He was supposed to be at your shared apartment by 7pm to pick you up, but he never showed. You were starting to lose hope in him coming at all.

That’s when an idea came to your head. Usually when Chan got like this, he was really stressed. You wanted to help him in any way you could, so next thing you knew, you were heading out the door and driving towards his office.

◂—♥︎—▸

It took alottt of convincing from security before you were let in. It got to the point where a security guard you were familiar with had to vouch for you in order for you to be let in. You knew it was for security reasons, but jeez that took more time than you thought.

You quickly made your way to chans studio, stomach bubbling with nerves. You’ve never done this before, so you didn’t know exactly how he would react. Would he get happy I was there? Would he get angry? You didn’t know, and the uncertainty was slowly killing you.

“Well, no point in turning back now.” You mumble to yourself as you turn the knob of chans room and step in.

Immediately, you’re met with the sound of a track you’ve never heard before bouncing off the walls of the studio. The room is dimly lit, proving a relaxing atmosphere for whoever is in there.

After you get used to the room, your eyes immediately spot your boyfriend, who was not as relaxed.

His shoulders were tense, back slouched down as he rubbed circles into his temples. The scene had your heart thumping with hurt. All you wanted to do was make your boyfriend happy on his special day, and seeing him like this had your eyes watering.

“Channie baby?” You asked gently. No response. “Chan. Are you okay?” You ask softly, moving closer to him. You visibly see him stiffen, his lips pressing in a thin line. “Chan. Please, I’m here to he-“

“Damn it y/n! Can’t you be quiet for a few seconds! For fucks sake, can you not tell I’m busy!” He booms. He’s so loud your almost certain the sound proofed padding did little to nothing holding it in. “Why are you here. Can you leave me alone for once so I can finish this damn song!”

“The date Christopher.” You coldly stated, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes at any moment. “You were supposed to come home at 7pm. Seven! It is 9:30. You have no fucking excuse to yell at me.”

He scoffs at your defense, obviously not paying any mind to your feelings. “The date can wait y/n. I’m busy.” He said simply, voice calming as it it were no big deal. You weren’t calming down on the other hand. Your mind was blinded with rage, everything feeling red and hot with anger, but also embarrassment. A lot of embarrassment.

“Ok. Hope you feel the same way when you get home and you leave me the fuck alone.” You smiled bitterly, turning around and walking out of his studio, slamming the door with a ‘bang!’ Tears were streaming evenly down your cheeks at this point as you stomped throughout the hallways, covering your face in embarrassment as you walked past a very confused security staff out the door.

When you got to your car, all the emotions you somewhat tamed back began to flow, face crumbling with tears once again as you slammed your face into the steering wheel.

He had never yelled at you like this before. Sure he got frustrated before, but nothing like this. He was always incredibly patient with you and watched his mouth when his emotions were high. He’d never reacted like this before, it’s not like him.

So saying seeing the way he got so angry, the way his wire snapped and his voice got loud scared the shit out of you would be an understatement. You were scared you fucked up.

After composing yourself, which took roughly 15 whole minutes of sobbing, you were able to take a hold of the steering wheel and drive home. Your emotions were high the entire time, sniffle echoing throughout the car as you drove through the empty streets.

Unbeknownst to you, he was already feeling the guilt of what he had done.

◂—♥︎—▸

You trudged your way through the door, practically throwing your purse down on the floor as you make your way to your bedroom. You lazily change your clothes from the beautiful red dress you were wearing to a small spaghetti strap tank top and shorts. Not bothering to take a shower, you throw yourself on your bed and cover yourself with the warm sheets.

You know it be just a little petty to mute chans notifications, but you know how he gets whenever he gets even the slightest bit mad at you. Guilty. And after what he just did to you, you knew he would be extra guilty and practically spam your phone, and you were in the mood to sleep right about now.

So you quickly put your phone on do not disturb and shut it down, laying it on your night stand and closing your eyes. Hopefully, a little bit of sleep would help the pain go away.

◂—♥︎—▸

You’re awoken by the feeling of your arm being shaked rather roughly, quickly looking over to be face to face with Chan. You jump a bit, caught off guard before relaxing slightly.

You study his expression, a look of guilt and desperation evident in his eyes. He looked as if he’d been running, small beads of sweat causing his hair to stick to his face. “Had he ran into the apartment? Did he do that for me?”

“B- baby I’m so fucking sorry. I d-didn’t mean to. I swear t-to god I didn’t mean it. I was to stressed to r-realize what I saying. I’m so s-sorry y/n. P-please don’t leave me.” He practically pleaded, holding on to you as if you could slip right through his fingers at any moment.

“Woah woah Chan. I’m not going to leave you. I’m just hurt that’s all. I doubt it was even your fault. I shouldn’t have pushed that hard, I’m sor-“

“No.” He said sternly .Don’t apologize for something that is completely not your fault. I’m sorry y/n. I’m so sorry. You went to check on me when I missed our date. All I could do is yell at you and tell you it was no big deal. It was my fault. Don’t apologize for being compassionate and caring. Especially when it comes up as if I don’t.”

The look on his face had your heart shattering in to tiny pieces. Vulnerability, compassion, fear. It was all visible in his expression and it had you crumbling.

You feel yourself fall apart at his confession, tears free flowing once again from your red eyes as you plant your face into his chest.

“Y-you really hurt me you know? I was r-really fucking scared. I thought you were going to l-leave me.” You sobbed, letting everything go. He grabbed you, an attempt at keeping you grounded as you bawl.

“I know baby. I k-know. Let it out. I’m so so sorry. I would never leave you. Especially over something that was completely my fault. I’m so sorry I scared you love. I would never ever do that on purpose. ever. Please let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything and everything to keep you with me.”

You feel the sincerity in his voice. You know he’s being absolutely honest with his promise. So you you’re not surprised when you find yourself intertwining your pointer finger with his, a sign you’re about to make a promise.

“Promise?” You ask, voice cracking slightly. “I promise. I promise on everything I won’t do this again. I promise to better my self for you and make it up to you.” He’s sincere. You can tell. You know when he lies. “Ok. I trust you.”

Your voice goes quiet as you lay your head deeper into his chest, his comforting arms wrapping around your waist.

You know it’s going to be a while before everything comes back to normal, but you knew this was going to be a step in the right direction.

And he knew that for as long as he lived, he would never let this happen again.

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[promise-of-soup]

Hello! First time requesting anything...may I request a jealous Jiro? 👉🏻👈🏻 Or a Jiro that is experiencing "jealousy" for the first time? I like the idea of MC also taking care of Lyca and doting over him since she's supposed to be his "guardian." Perhaps Jiro noticed that MC spends way too much time with Lyca and babies a lot. Then Jiro just gets a weird feeling in his chest and gut. Honestly, it would be so great if Lyca had to go to Mortkraken for some type of injury and Jiro Is straight up glaring at him or rolling his eyes over how "dramatic" Lyca is and how much MC is catering to his needs.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ANON THIS IS SO 🤌🤌🤌 *chef's kiss lol. I would honestly love it if Lyca and Jiro interacted in game because that would be so funny, and this idea is so epic lololol

If you want me to make a smut/even just a more kissing thingy of this lemme know I will be up for it.

Also this might be me projecting a bit but I have Alexithymia and when I felt jealous for the first time I described it as "It feels like marshmellows but not nice :(" (I did say :( out loud) so I kinda riffed off this here lmfao

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹The feeling of something sharp and uncomofrtable (?)◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

♥Synopsis: You've made Jiro feel all sorts of things since you've met, but this one is new and feels uncomfortable in a way he can't describe.

♥AKA: Jiro feels jealous but has no idea how to call it

♥Tags? Jiro Kirisaki x reader, Lyca Colt, MC with no descriptor, Jealous Jiro, emotions, pining, slight angst, making out, angsty angst kinda, MC is very understadning

♥Notes: Guys I am doing all your asks VERY SLOWLY :( I will be faster once I am done moving houses lmfao

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It is a nice, regular Tuesday...

Well, almost regular, given how you weren't there.

Jiro stares blankly at the empty seat beside him. He pushes up his glasses, even though they are already pushed all the way up, and blinks blankly at the sight. Whatever content it was that the professor was explaining, Jiro could not bother to hear a thing.

The lecture was nearly over, so there was no way you were going to show up now. You weren't on a mission, unless you got summoned last minute (but you usually tell him when that happens). So why weren't you there?

If he knew you weren't going to show up he would have simply stayed in Mortkranken. It's not like he needed this lecture in the first place, he could have just read through the textbook in his own time.

Everyone begins to exit the room, signaling to Jiro that the lecture is over and pulling him away from his thoughts. He follows suit. Walking through the vast halls of Darkwick and making his way through the crowded stairs to the courtyard.

Should he text you to make sure you are alright? he is your doctor, after all... No, he should go to your dorm to see. This is because you might be sick or in pain, it's his responsibility to check up on you and Yuri might get angry if he doesn't, and-

oh.

You are sat on a bench, laughing deeply with your hand covering your mouth; swaying back and forth in a fit of laughter with your eyes shut and your face reddened. He can't help but crack a brief smile at the sight of you so happy, but then he sees the source of your laughter; a vaguely familiar face; Lyca Colt.

Jiro stops in his tracks over a slight pain in his chest.

You've told him about Lyca and your eagerness to help him assimilate with others before, but, when he sees Lyca shoving your elbow while saying something with a pout, and when you tap his silver hair lovingly as a response. Jiro can't help but confirm his suspicion that you are like that with everyone. That when you pat his head, or when you wrap your hands around him, you do it because that is how you show friendship, and not because you want to pat his head or wrap your hands around him.

You notice Jiro, but you don't notice his frozen stance and perplexed expression, and you wave him over with a warm smile, as if everything is normal and nothing happened.

But when Jiro is finally stood in front of you, you don't get up to hug him because Lyca growls at the sight of the looming intruder, and if you didn't grab his soft arm to quickly to tell him "It's okay, Lyca, Jiro is a friend." who knows what he would end up doing.

The pain in Jiro's chest spreads to his stomach, but why? If you are like that with everyone, than it doesn't matter, right?

"Oh, well, you're very tall." Lyca nods at Jiro.

Jiro does not respond.

"Jiro?" you ask.

"You weren't in class today, we have a test next week." Jiro says matter-of-factly.

"Oh-" you say, "I promised to help Lyca with a task and-"

Jiro hums and nods... something is wrong with him, he knows it. He coughs in response, feeling something tighten in him in a sharp, uncomfortable manner that is difficult to describe, something has to be wrong. "I-"

"Are you okay?" you ask, your tone worried and you hand reaching out to him, but Lyca grabs onto your hand with a questioning look.

"Something is wrong, I need to go to Mortkranken." Jiro manages to say.

Now is the time for you to say that you will help him get there. Then you will walk beside him and let him lean on you for support, and then when you reach his dorm you will make sure he is fine and stay beside him for the entire day... You are about to say something, and begin to rise from your seat, but you are stopped by Lyca once more.

"Hey!" he pouts, "You can't go, you said you'll stay until we're done."

The feeling in Jiro's stomach speaks for him, "I'll go alone, it's alright."

You give him a sympathetic look but he's gone before you can say anything else.

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Yuri checked Jiro over, listening to his heart rate, taking his blood pressure, making sure he is breathing well, but nothing was off with him, he was just as good as he gets. So they just got to work on some diagnostic tests or whatever.

The pain in Jiro's chest did not go away, in fact, it got worse, and he began to see flashes of you and Lyca on the bench, laughing. He must be feeling good then, because when he thinks of you, he feels good. That's a simple response he has learnt to understand. But he doesn't feel good. He feels, bitter and he is unable to focus on the task at hand.

"Yuri," he asks, "What's that emotion where you feel something soft that is also sharp?"

"What?" Yuri responds, shooting up from his seat and staring at Jiro with a confused look, "What are you talking about, Jiro?"

"I appear to be having an unfamiliar neurophysiological response to an unknown stimuli, but it is quite difficult to catagorise as either pleasent or unpleasent."

"I wouldn't know, Jiro." Yuri states, "Ignore it."

"Alright."

And so he does, but it doesn't go away.

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A few hours pass, and you suddenly walk through the doors to the lab with Lyca drapped over your arm.

"Jiro? Yuri?" you call out.

Jiro is out of sight, but he hears you first, his posture immediately straightening and that pang of emotion reignating in full capacity. He is quick to appear from around a corner, leaning on the doorframe with a gentle smile on his face. You came to check up on him, you probably waited so impatiently for whatever task you were doing to end so you could see him again, you-

"oh." he says out loud.

Lyca is groaning in pain, digging his face into the nape of your neck as your arm holds his back with a careful intent.

"Jiro-kun," you call out, "Lyca got attacked by one of the cats, could you take a look at the scratch on his face?"

"Yes." Jiro's voice is emotionless and dry, and his eyes scan you over from the place your hand rests on Lyca to your expression, which, believe it or not, he can't read just as you can't read his.

Jiro mutters something under his breath, it's inaudible, and you can't make out if he is searching for something or is otherwise upset.

You help Lyca sit on the operation table, moving to the side as Jiro slides a fresh pair of black gloves onto his hands and goes over to check up on Lyca, whom he is examining with a squint.

"You're a werewolf, correct?" he asks as he roughly grabs Lyca's face, rotating it around to see the reddened scratch marks on his cheek, "then how do you get attacked by a cat?"

"Yeah, aren't you also some kind of monster? I heard people call you Frankenst-"

"Lyca!" you stop him, "that's not polite."

"But- I was just curious" the werewolf pouts, crossing over his hands, "it's always so hard to know what isn't polite."

Jiro continues to examine the scartches, squinting his eyes at them as he replies, "It's fine, I'm not a monster, no, but I am very strong."

"He is-" you begin, but are interrupted by Lyca,

"I'm also very strong, I can pick MC up with one hand."

You're sure he means no harm, he truly never does, but his tone sounds challenging, and makes your eyes dart to Jiro as you take note of his seemingly angered state. He stands straight, showing off his true height, and towering over the room. The cause of his anger is hard to place, but it worries you nonetheless.

Nonchalantly, Jiro states, "You got attacked by a cat."

Jiro might not be a monster, but he does feel like one over the feeling in his chest; which has grown into an ugly sort of mass that makes him feel... upset? It has to be the feeling of upset, because Jiro feels something in his strong arms as well, as if something is trying to move him and grab you just to hold you there, away from everyone else, where only he can have you. But you wouldn't like it, right? He's too rough and scary, that's what everyone always says, and you probably also think that, because why wouldn't you? You would cry if he picked you up and took you away, right? He knows this, he knows himself and that he wants you to feel safe, so why is he hearing these thoughts that tell him to place you in his hold and not let you go?

"Jiro, are you alright?" you stand close behind him and ask, once again concerned when you notice how tense he has gotten. He smirks, very, very slightly, and turns around to grab a jar of cotton rounds on the shelf behind you. Instead of asking you to move, he wraps a hand around your waist and simply picks you up and places you three steps to the left.

"Of course." he nods, leaving you to blink in confusion and returning with the jar and placing a cotton round on Lyca's wound, at which Lyca yelps, and Jiro asks, "Does this sting?"

Lyca responds to you, "He looks fine to me." and ignores Jiro's question.

Jiro doesn't respond further, instead, he continues to tend to Lyca's wound, placing a band aid over it after making sure it is cleaned properly.

"MC?" Lyca calls for you, and you are quick to appear at his side as Jiro raises an eyebrow ever so slightly. The werewolf droops his head onto your shoulder, whimpering quietly.

"Are you alright, Lyca?" you say, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Lyca raises his head and looks up at you with a pout, his eyes big and bright, "Could you take me back to Obscuary? I don't want to deal with that moth-eaten casanova..."

That's it. Jiro can't stand it anymore, he doesn't even know what "it" is but he just can't do it.

"No." he answers.

"Who asked you-" Lyca begins.

Jiro feels wrong, he has no idea what has gotten into him to get him to say that out loud, so now he is burdened with finding an excuse as you look at him with a confused expression. The last thing he wants is to scare you, and if he doesn't find a good excuse now, he probably will.

"I- hm, we, - erm, has to- hm, study with me." he manages.

You are about to burst out laughing at Jiro's odd behaviour, but you hold yourself together and decide to help him instead, "Yeah, I promised to study with Jiro tonight, I can call Suba to come get you?"

Jiro's eyes widen at your answer and whatever feeling he has thanks you for collaborating with his lie.

"Oh, well, you said you can't back down on a promise, so that's alright with me." Lyca nods.

Before he even exits the room to meet Subaru outside, you are dragged by the hand over to Jiro's dorm.

The tall ghoul walks in front of you without any expression, pulling you even though you walk behind him willingly. He appears rather distant, as if something has washed over him, and you are worried.

Once you are in his dorm room, he is quick to close the door and for a moment he towers over you with your back to the wall, trapping you in place as he breathes heavy, reaching out a hand to lock the door. You look up at him with a warm face, unsure what is happening, but before you can react, he apologizes and finds himself in the other side of the room, sitting by his work-desk.

"Jiro," you walk over to him, noticing how he buries his face in his hands, "What's wrong?" sliding your hands over his back, your tone is comforting and worried.

"I-" he tries, "I feel strange."

You go to sit in front of him on the chair he has brought over a few weeks back especially for you to be able to study with him.

Jiro faces you now, and you realize just how perplexed he appears, his nose scrunched slightly, and his eyes squinting in an attempt to focus on something internal that is out of your sight. "Strange how?" you ask, smiling gently at him.

"Yuri didn't know, but, what is the emotion where you feel soft but also sharp?"

"I don't know." you laugh, "Maybe, if you try to figure out what made you feel it, it would make it easier to understand?"

He nods, concentrating onto his own self, trying to find the right words to describe it. He realizes then how guilty he feels over dragging you there with him and for whatever he feels, which, as he knows now, is 100% because of you, but he doesn't know why or how.

"It's," he tries, "Well to start, I feel the need to be in your physical proximity."

"I'm here." you reassure, chuckling kindly.

"Closer." he shifts in his seat.

With a warmed face, you clear your throat and rise from your seat, standing beside him and allowing him to guide you down to sit on his lap. When you do, he attempts to be gentle with his hands and to move your hair to the side so that the side of your neck facing him is bare, you flinch slightly. "Why do you do what I tell you to?" he asks, almost fearful that he is making you do something against your will.

"Because I want to." you nod.

"Oh." he looks away, "are you sure?"

"Yes," you chuckle, "are- you alright, Jiro?"

He nods, "Have you- hm. It feels like, if I had something, and then someone else took it? does that make sense? it doesn't feel like it makes sense."

It doesn't really, because you are unsure what he is talking about. But the way he shakes ever so slightly as he looks up at you, and the way his gaze focuses on your neck, makes you think you know what he means, "Jiro, are you jealous?"

Jealous. Is that what it's called to want to hold you close and mark you in all possible ways so that anyone who looks at you knows you're his? But you're not his, and he isn't the type to get jealous. He is the type to scare you into sitting on his lap and to scare you into coming back to him, he isn't gentle, and he isn't comforting, and he isn't anything that can make you happy... and now he is jealous over you being happy -- over something so minor?

"You're not mine, and I-" he says.

"But I am yours." you confess, wrapping your hands over his neck, "and you don't need to feel jealous, I might hug Lyca, but I wouldn't sit on him like this."

His eyes go wide, "You are... mine?" you can see the wheels in his head turn and let out smoke as he tries to solve some sort of puzzle you can't place, "But, I don't own you, you can do what you want, I don't want to feel like this."

There are many reasons why he said it; the first being that he does mean it, he doesn't feel like he owns you, you are in control of yourself. However, he does want you to be his and no one elses, and he does want to keep you here forever, but he should redirect that to something else, just to be sure.

As if reading his thoughts, you say "There's a way to make it go away."

"Really? what is i-"

You stop him with a kiss.

He doesn't move at first.

But then something clicks in his brain and he grabs onto you with restrained force, pulling you by the neck and waist to kiss you with all of the pent up emotions he can't describe.

He breaks the kiss just to tell you, "You're mine." it is a confirmation of your own words from before, but also a statement.

And when you grab his hair and pull him in deeper, and cause his glasses to slide up his nose and misalign, he truly feels that it is true, so now all that is left is to break the kiss again and soften the skin of your neck with breathy kisses.

"Ji-Jiro?" you whimper, "What are you doing?"

He chuckles into you, sending vibrations through your body, as he begins to suck large marks into your neck, which will in no doubt be visible for weeks to come, "Making sure everyone else can tell."

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Not to be a downer, but I actually finished my novel and now I’m confused because I don’t want to publish it. I don’t even particularly want anyone other than maybe my two close friends to even read it. What on Earth did I write 40k words (which I know is not really long enough for a novel, but it’s still far and away the longest thing I’ve ever written) for? I know people say “write for yourself” but like… am I just wasting my time? Help?

(p.s. you can leave this off anon)

(p.p.s your blog is really great 👍)

There's No Such Thing as Wasted Writing

I'm going to tackle this two ways...

#1 - "Write For Yourself" - there's a reason this common phrase has echoed through the Hall of Writers since time immemorial. It's because it's true! Writing doesn't have to be anything more than a pastime. It doesn't have to be anything more than something you do for your own benefit and enjoyment.

I have an in-joke with family members about how any time one of us does something the least bit crafty, DIY, skilled, whatever, a particular family member will always say, "You did a great job! You should do it for a living!" Like, someone can't even crochet a Kawaii mushroom without being pressured to turn it into an Etsy dynasty, or paint a cabinet without being pressured to become the next Property Brothers. And that's such a BANANAS capitalistic mindset, isn't it? This idea that nothing can be done purely for our own enjoyment. That you can't just write a novel because you want to... you can only write it if you plan to share it or publish it? It's just so silly.

And, the thing is, we don't even apply that mentality to a lot of other things people do purely for enjoyment. No one is streaming all of Bridgerton in two nights and saying, "I enjoyed every second of that, but why did I do that? Such a waste of time!" No one spends an hour strumming their guitar under the stars on a beach, and then says, "That was so relaxing and fun, but I didn't charge for that performance and I didn't record it to sell it, so that was obviously a waste of time."

You know what I mean?

#2 - And Anyway, Practice Makes Perfect - And if you keep writing--even if you continue not to share or publish--you'll get better and better with each story you write. Which, maybe all that means is you get to appreciate your own improvement, but also, should you ever change your mind and decide to write something to share or publish, you've now spent time honing your skills. Even if those other stories never see the light of day, they're still an important foundation of the writer you become. Do you know how many unpublished novellas, novels, and short stories I have? Too many to count. Hundreds of fan-fiction and original fiction short stories I've only shared with one or two other people, if anyone. A dozen or so novels and novellas that have only been read by a few people, and some haven't been read by anyone else or have only been read by my CPs. I would never consider those stories and novels and novellas to be a waste of time, because I know every single one made me a better writer. My published work is better because I wrote those other things.

So, I hope that makes you feel better. At the very least you hopefully enjoyed writing your novel--or at least got something out of it--and you definitely honed your writing skills, which matters! ♥

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People may get surprised by you, they can see your beauty right away but your cleverness and presence is something that cought people off guard. This is my dark feminine pile, i wouldn't be surprise is you work with your dark femeninity; this is something that people find really attractive. I hear that you may have some admirers pile 1, some of them may be scared to approach you or think they are not meeting your standars so they admire for afar.

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Hi pile 3! You are the creatives, the artists, i see that in whatever endevor you work, you excel and also the way you express your creative ideas, wow pile 3 and this is something that other's find so attractive about you.

Many people look up to you even if you don't notice, they see the passion that you put in whatever you create. I see something so unique about you, maybe you have an unique fashion style and hairstyle, other's really love this about you, it suits you so well.

Other's see how unique you are, i heard "one in a lifetime"; people feel that you are the kind of person that they can only meet once in their life, they find you fascinating and enchanting. Others also wonder about you, how is like to be your friend, to be in your close circle or even be your partner; there's a misterious vibe to you that also attracts a lot people. You are like a Siren pile 3!

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Saja Boys x Manager Sim Update

Okay I forgot some stuff in the last post and just added something new every few hours, so lemme quick make an Update where everything is right- SO First of all, What is this? If everything is going as planned, this will be a Saja Boys x Manager Dating Sim/ Visual Novel, itll be a bit of everything, fluff, crack, angst, etc... There will be Multiple Routes, Choices and Endings. Maybe Manager looses their soul, maybe Manager finds true love, or maybe Manager just quits. We will see. Itll be an all fanmade project with people of the fandom who also enjoy the idea and wanna help at making this an actual thing.♥ Second, What we need. Lets be real I cant do that alone. So this project is looking for people who wants to join and help, we have a little Discord Server where everything and be discussed and people can brainstorm together! It would be great if you're 18+ in case we go down a spicy Route and you dont feel comfortable. I mean we dont go full nsfw but everybody should still feel comfortable! What we need are Some Artists = Sprites/ BG/ Gui/ etc (Everything art related really) Some Writer = Writer who can manage to write smooth and in character dialouges that are nice to read, and also narration and Managers Choices and text. Some Thinker = Some people who will figure out how the main story goes and ideas what to add, if its a serious story branch for a route or just a silly moments that should be added in a dialouge, to actual endings and so on. So we, when we're done have an actual Story and Routes, the writes can work with! Some Coder = I know the basics about coding but its been really long since I actually made something so I probably need a refresher too, so it would be great to have someone or more people who can help with that. Itll be just a Dating Sim/ Visual Novel kind of thing so hopefully nothing toooo hard to make. Sounds = If there are People who have experience with sound design or something and want to join this would also be great, even if its just a nice sound of bird chirping in the bg or a clicking noise. If any of those interest you, please fill out the Google Form https://forms.gle/7BD9mYgQeSDfscEv7 Nothing too fancy on there but itll be easer to have everything organized there! Ill be sadly kinda busy the next two days so I probably just add you on Discord and invite you into the server, when Im fully here again Ill start to give everybody some roles and we can start on the basics! Getting the rough Story down, Discussing some Routes, the artists can settle on an art style, and coding wise we can figure out what would be the easiest to use for this project! Also please, there is a self promo channel on the server, feel free to drop there everything you want drawing and writing wise id love to see them!!! So that should be the Final Post that has everything important in it, or ill go cry in a corner; But if you still have questions feel free to dm me here, Ill try to reply as quick as possible! With that I wish you all a nice morning/day/ evening!♥ Also apologizing for typos, english is hard-

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SUMMARY: Kugo getting a little to touchy while swimming. WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationships, Smut, Tongue Play, Deep Throating, Ocean

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Laughing aloud as Kugo catches you, playing in the cold waters of the ocean, using up the last bit of summer. Well, also, not passing up an opportunity to see your Kugo in his natural environment, stripped of his daily clothes.

Contrasted with Kugo's warm hand guiding your body through the cold ocean water, feeling as it slips, moving down your body. Slowing down into the deep ocean as he starts licking your neck, sharp teeth grazing along the path. 

Thick fingers played with the hem of your bathing suit as his hot tongue slowly moved up to your mouth, kissing you heatedly before his tongue asked for access. Allowing him in, feeling as his tongue messages yours, then creeps to the back of your throat. 

Skillfully gliding down, filling up the soft tissue of your throat, playing with your gag reflex, choking on the euphoric feeling in his arms.

Deep throating his tongue, barely feeling his hand slip under the fabric of your swimsuit—not until his hand finds you. Moans crawl out, vibrating through his tongue, earning Kugo's hum of approval. Using a sign, his hand pulls away, only to pull the fabric aside, opening access for his cock.

Feeling his hard cock against you, he removed his tongue with stings of saliva stretching out only to break. Allowing you to fully gasp at his cock slowly slipping into you. Filling you with every inch, leaving no time for ease. 

Recklessly thrusting, cold water clashes between you. Almost feral, his thrusts push you down slowly, deeper into the water, though his arm still supports you above the water. Muscles flex from the strength used to fuck you, hoping to cum, adding to the salted water.

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. LOVE IS MADNESS (1/?)

➺ pairing — vampire!damian priest ♥︎ f!reader ➺ summary — damian has to fight feelings for the new dancer he just hired to work at his nightclub. how long will his fighting last? ➺ words — 2.7k ➺ warnings — blood-drinking 18+ ➺ taglist —iIf you’d like to be added, please click here! 

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Closing the driver’s door of your vehicle, you stood in front of Crimson Kiss—the most popular nightclub within hundreds of miles for varying reasons; reasons most people didn’t speak out loud. You’d never actually been inside, but many of your friends had, so when you opened the front door, you weren’t quite as shocked at the ornate decorations, or how much larger it seemed on the inside than the outside. And you shouldn’t have been surprised by how utterly dark it was, but a chill still zoomed down your spine when the door snicked behind you, every ray of the setting sun blotted out by specially designed tinted windows.

A man behind the bar spotted you hovering near the entrance and called you over. You opened your mouth to tell him you had an interview, but your eyes climbed dozens of shelves of expensive liquor, each level illuminated by purple LED lights along the bottom. And then there were the darker bottles, the ones with thicker liquid and less alcohol. Everything was spotless, sparkling, and you were afraid even to touch anything for fear of leaving fingerprints. 

“What can I do for you?” the handsome bartender asked, Irish accent coloring his words. You wondered briefly—because it wasn’t so easy to tell in such a poorly lit environment—if he was like you or if he was like … 

You heard your name. Not from the bartender, though, from behind you. The voice was like that of a villain in a superhero movie—deep, dark, menacing even—causing a bit of apprehension to worm its way inside your stomach before you could force yourself to turn around. You came face-to-chest with a man probably closer to seven feet tall than he was six feet. He wore a black, three-piece suit, and as your eyes climbed his formidable frame, his pecs and biceps threatening to pop every seam, your heart accelerated, but your lungs froze and refused to expand. Swallowing—because somehow, you reasoned, swallowing was going to fix your broken chest cavity—your gaze continued upward to a light beard, perfect pillowy lips, ending on a pair of ocher eyes that promised to devour you at the very first opportunity. Describing this man as beautiful would have been the understatement of the century, maybe even an insult, but it’s the only word that came to mind. Also, man might have been incorrect as well, you thought, because standing so close to him was like standing next to an open refrigerator. 

You suddenly felt the most peculiar urge to warm him up.

“Is that you?” he asked, brows rising.

Your eyes left his so you could concentrate on what he’d said before that. “Oh, yes,” you replied, recalling the way he’d said your name. “Sorry—” 

“Follow me.” He turned and started walking, one long stride of his equaling three of yours, and you were practically jogging to keep up.

Great first impression, you silently berated yourself, but hopefully it wouldn’t impact his decision to hire you too much, considering the position you’d applied for. Surely he’d had women gape at him before, if only because of the sheer size of the man. And there was that word again—man—but you had no idea how else to refer to him, how he referred to himself.  Did it even matter? 

You followed him through the club, but where you thought he might lead you down a hallway to an office to conduct the interview, he turned instead into a room with dark-colored couches along three walls and a platform in the middle, complete with two shining stripper poles. The LED lights and the walls in this room were vermillion. Well, you supposed, the decor matched the job. The enigmatic man gestured for you to take a seat on one of the surprisingly comfortable pieces of furniture while he perched on the edge of the platform in front of you, unbuttoning the single button on his suit jacket while crossing one ankle over the other.

Damn his legs are long, you thought, unknowingly licking your dry lips. 

“My name’s Damian. I own Crimson Kiss.” You weren’t aware of a time an owner had interviewed you for a position and not some lower level manager, but you wouldn’t dare complain. The longer you were able to look at Damian the better.

“Nice to meet you,” you stammered.

“Do you know what job you’re applying for?” he asked with a voice so deep, you felt the vibrations in your chest. 

“Yes,” you replied. 

“Which is?”

You weren’t sure where this line of questioning was headed or what kind of answer he was looking for. Had he not even looked at your application? “Dancer. And donor.” 

“Do you know what that means?” Damian pressed, tilting his head. His black hair was straight, half pulled into a ponytail, and came down a little past his shoulders. He wore a silver necklace with a pendant you couldn’t quite make out and rings on nearly every long, thick finger. “To be a donor?”

You rubbed your lips together. “It means … someone can order me off the menu.” You tried to make light of what was clearly about to be an uncomfortable conversation, and when the corners of Damian’s flawless lips twitched upward, you knew you’d succeeded at least a little bit.

“That’s one way of putting it,” he said. “Have you done it before?”

“Donated? Or just …?”

“Donated. I’m not interested in extracurriculars.”

Well you don’t have to be a dick about it, you thought, catching yourself before you rolled your eyes. “Yes, I’ve donated before. In fact, I was a fan favorite,” you touted, grinning pridefully.

“And why was that?” Damian entertained.

“I’m AB-negative,” you said, as if revealing the grand secret to the universe. Damian’s brows rose and he nodded slowly, and you felt a bit disappointed in his less than enthusiastic response. At your last job as a donor, customers would practically break down your door for just a taste of the blood that coursed through the veins of less than one percent of the population. The only blood type rarer was Rhnull, or golden blood, found in roughly fifty people across the globe. Of course, it had been your uncommon blood that had cost you that job and a lot more and inevitably brought you here searching for another one. “Apparently it’s pretty tasty,” you added as an afterthought.

“Well, lucky for me, this interview involves a dance audition and a taste test.”

You’d been informed of these requirements beforehand, in more than one email, and you hadn’t been surprised or even offended—how else were you supposed to get the job? What you hadn’t anticipated, however, was Damian. You’d danced and donated for men and women alike who could have rivaled the beauty of both James Dean and Marilyn Monroe, but Damian was … something else entirely—literally and figuratively. His sharp, mahogany eyes regarded your reaction, which was calm and controlled, before he spun gracefully on the heels of his shiny shoes and sank into the cushion beside you. Where he should have thrown off heat, his cooler temperature wracked your body with chills, and your eyes snapped shut as if it might shroud your embarrassment from him.

“Sorry,” you sighed, glancing back at him after a moment. 

Damian smirked and shook his head, raising his hand. “Don’t worry about it. I have that affect on people.” You nodded, breathing a laugh. “Which do you wanna do first?”

Knowing the blood traversing through the labyrinth of your veins was already a winner, the decision was easy. “I’ll dance for you.”

The grin from before was gone, and his eyes you’d swear had been tinged chestnut a second before were now sable-shaded and starving. Starving for what, exactly, you didn’t know, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know. He gestured with one huge hand toward the stage, and you inhaled long and slow before standing from the couch, those ever-changing irises of Damian’s studying your every move as you climbed the few steps to the platform.

“Hey, Jey,” Damian suddenly hollered. You turned back to him as he leaned forward and removed his suit jacket, folding it and tossing it over the arm of the couch. He left on the satin, onyx vest, and unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves before rolling them up his sinewy forearms. “Play her something she can dance to.”

And how in the fuck were you supposed to concentrate on dancing if you couldn’t stop gaping at the owner of the club you were trying to get a job at? Maybe that was his intention—to rattle you and see how you handled it, using himself as the bait. If that were the case, you were failing miserably, and probably had lost the job already.

But as soon as the music started, a song you were familiar with, you effortlessly slipped into the space reserved only for performing. You weren’t dressed in something you’d usually dance in, nor was the outfit particularly sexy, so you had to rely more than usual on your natural talent and past experience. Your hips rolled with the beat, and you twirled a couple of times around one of the poles, but the show didn’t really start until you floated off the platform and made your way to Damian. Your eyes locked for the first time since the music had begun, and your breath hitched as his gaze burned a hole through your very soul. His arms were stretched out beside him along the back of the couch, and when you were within feet of him, his dense thighs spread like the lewdest party invitation you’d ever seen. Was this the final test? 

If it was, you decided, you weren’t failing this one.

You’d read the rules concerning dancing for clients, specifically the one which stated it was at the dancer’s discretion as to whether or not they became physical with their client. And if there was ever a time to become physical with a “client”, it was right fucking now.

Your hands settled steadily on a set of unforgiving abs, his frigid temperature seeping through his clothes to kiss your palms, and you once more had to hurl aside the frightening desire to just wrap yourself around him like a human heated blanket. As your hands ascended Damian’s broad, sturdy chest, slipping along the silky vest, you climbed slowly onto his lap, his thick thighs easily supporting your shins, and you hooked your feet along the backs of his knees with the intention of boasting one of your favorite moves. But your body stilled the moment Damian wrapped his fingers around your wrist, goosebumps perking up from the sudden chill blasting your skin, and he lifted your hand from his chest. Your gazes hadn’t once disconnected since they’d met minutes ago, but you severed the link now that he was touching you.

The tenderness with which he cradled your arm was a shock in and of itself, though you weren’t sure why—just because he was … different … didn’t mean he couldn’t be delicate. Just because he was gigantic didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of handling pocket-sized things, which, at the moment, was you. He brought the underside of your wrist to his nose, and you felt air rush along your skin as he inhaled a scent only he could smell. You’d been told once that some of them even had the power to sniff out the trace amounts of gold in human blood. 

What could the owner of Crimson Kiss smell within you?

“Oh, christ,” Damian rasped, hooded eyes falling closed, his plump, icy lips massaging the slightly transparent skin on your wrist, just above the prominent blue veins branching off into your forearm and hand. Your other hand still perched on his chest fisted a small portion of his vest. “Are you ready?” he rumbled, eyes remaining closed, mouth still flush against you.

You swallowed and licked your lips before nodding, a whispered yes floating on the air, and once permission was granted, Damian’s mouth opened. Not a second later, you felt the familiar sting in your flesh of a retractable, razor sharp tooth, though, curiously, where there should have been two insertions, there was only one. And before you could begin picking apart the reasons behind one puncture instead of two, Damian’s dampening mouth applied just the slightest suction, his cheeks sinking, and your eyes rolled back. 

It wasn’t the actual drinking of your blood that was causing your thighs to tremble or your stomach to roll or your heart to hammer—no, you couldn’t literally feel that. It was the sucking on a sensitive patch of skin by a devilishly handsome man who could simply whet his appetite with your AB-negative or drain you completely and kill you within minutes. It was the graceful way with which he cradled your arm after bringing his other hand across his chest to support your elbow. It was the twitching of his brows and the fluttering of his eyelids as he enjoyed you. And only because it happened last, it was the fluid, almost unnoticeable, rocking of his hips that, thankfully, were not pressed against yours. 

This wasn’t something you should be doing with your potential boss, but forces beyond your control kept you planted in Damian’s lap, left your wrist to be devoured, and unfisted your hand so you could splay it across his pec. The muscle flexed, and he had to be doing this on purpose. And what if this was the test, and you should have never touched him at all, and he was simply entertaining himself before he sent you on your way?

“Hey, Damian, do we have—” You jumped, head turning, hand crumpling Damian’s vest again, and there was suddenly a raven-haired beauty standing in the entranceway. “Oh, sorry,” she stammered, “I didn’t mean to—”

“You didn’t,” Damian mumbled into your wrist, and you switched your attention back to him and the rather precarious situation that was now being witnessed by someone who, you assumed, was another employee of Crimson Kiss. But it didn’t matter. All at once, nothing mattered, except watching Damian lick his own lips free of any of your leftover blood, his chilly tongue swiping across the obvious puncture wound in your wrist, and your spine was wracked with shivers. “Do you have any of that—?”

A hand appeared between the two of you—elegant, feminine, tattooed—holding what appeared to be a roll of the sticky tape they wrapped around your arm after a blood draw. In black. Fitting. Damian released your elbow to take it from her, tugging at the edge with his lethal teeth until it began to unravel, and he wrapped it a few times around your wrist. The entire interview may have been on the edge of inappropriate, but you’d never been treated so well after a donation, no matter how big or small. Especially not by the owner.

“This should be fine in an hour or two,” he said, eyes rising to yours. Eyes that were still ebony were now ringed in red because of you and your rare blood. But like the wound on your wrist, they would be back to normal in a few hours. You could only nod in response—breath, words, basic brain functionality all stolen by Damian. “You can start tomorrow night.” He stood suddenly, wrapping an arm around you at the last second as he took you with him, dropping you unceremoniously to your feet before he came to full height. He grabbed his jacket from the arm of the couch and brushed a hand over his hair despite nothing being out of place.

As he headed out of the room, he stopped, turned to the woman who’d interrupted you, and glanced over his shoulder at you before speaking loud enough for you to hear. “She’s gonna need extra security.” 

Smiling warmly as she approached you, the woman replied to Damian, “I’ll call the Guns.” She extended her hand, and upon placing yours within her grasp, discovered she was like you. “I’m Rhea. The GM.”

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