#BACKLESS SPLIT LONG DRESS

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The Yule Ball, pt. 1

Severus Snape x professor!reader

omg wow two posts in one day? who am i?

i also wanted to post this because i asked about it a while ago lmao, but i'm going to split it into two parts and finish the end of the second part tomorrow after work, it's mostly done, i just need to tidy it up hehe. this isn't very long, however, in part two, it gets good of course. pls don't hate me :( </3

i hope you are all doing well!! :)

warnings: slight harassment? ew, karkaroff

The atmosphere in the Great Hall was sparkling and lively as loud laughter and chatter filled the wintry and festively decorated room. Several large round tables were dotted around the sides of it, laden with beautiful white centrepieces and matching silver cutlery and glittering glassware. Long, blue-grey curtains adorned with artifical snow hung from the walls between the majestic and mythical stone statues, as if imitating frozen waterfalls. A warm and fuzzy feeling settled in your body as you glanced around the gorgeously decorated Hall, a small smile finding your cherry-red painted lips. 

You sat alone at a table in a silky, backless, long-sleeved dress with only a goblet of wine for company as you watched students and teachers alike dance joyously on the floor to a melodious tune. You had to bite back an amused grin as your eyes caught sight of Hagrid's hand slipping down to Madame Maxine's rear. She quickly swatted it away, and you couldn't help but chuckle quietly to yourself. Ever since the international schools arrived at Hogwarts, Hagrid seemed to be smitten with the enormous witch, and you could see why. Madame Maxine was stunning and classy; always dressed in the finest attire you could ever imagine - and of course, always carried herself with elegance. You envied her slightly as you watched the pair sway sweetly together.

Speaking of the international schools, a certain Headmaster had taken a liking to you during their stay and Hogwarts, and it didn't please you at all. In fact, it made you rather uncomfortable. Well, he made you uncomfortable. You shivered slightly at the thought of Igor Karkaroff and lifted your goblet of wine to your lips, downing the rest of it carelessly. You'd been avoiding him all night, and you hoped you wouldn't have to speak to him for the rest of it. 

As you placed the goblet back down, you glanced around, catching sight of Minerva stood to the right of Dumbledore and Snape who were currently observing the dancing students. Though you were looking at the older witch, your eyes were magnetically pulled to the wizard dressed in all black - surprisingly without his signature cloak.

Professor Snape.

You'd spoken to him a few times, but not many - he wasn't the most welcoming man you'd met. In fact, he was rather cold and short with you, which wasn't too unsurprising since he'd taught you back in the day when you attended Hogwarts as a student. So, you knew exactly what he was like. In those days, despite his harsh and cruel attitude towards you and your classmates, you developed a silly little crush on him. You weren't exactly sure why - perhaps it was the mysterious aura that he possessed, or his deep, sultry and silky voice he spoke with, or maybe it was just the plain simple fact that he was... attractive to you. Gods, your classmates would have disowned you, had you admitted such a thing.

Regardless of your history here, being the youngest professor here was a little intimidating to say the least, and the need to prove yourself was overwhelming. At times, you felt as if you didn't deserve your post as the professor of Astronomy - how could a twenty-something-year-old be qualified enough to teach students less than ten years their junior? Doubting yourself was bound to happen, especially in the presence of such talented, wise wizards like Dumbledore, Flitwick and McGonagall - Flitwick was a duelling champion, for goodness sake. And what were you? Merely infatuated with the nightsky and everything that possibly dwells beyond it? Merlin.

A deflated sigh swiftly fell from your lips as you quickly stood up from your seat, beginning to reluctantly head over in the direction of your fellow colleagues. It's not like you didn't want to stand with them, you just felt awfully out of place, and you didn't want to look weird by sitting all by your lonesome all night. Being the new person at the new job was never fun.

As you neared them, your eyes were drawn to the gloomy Potions Master again. As if he could sense someone watching him, his deep black eyes flicked to you, and you quickly glanced away with burning cheeks, walking forwards to stop beside Minerva. Maybe your crush never went away, and you winced slightly at the thought.

Turning to Minerva, she looked at you with happy eyes, a smile gracing her lips. "Y/N," Minerva beamed, her shoulders relaxing in a cheerful manner, "we'd wondered where you'd disappeared off to."

You hummed happily at her words, your stiff body relaxing slightly. McGonagall had been your favourite professor when you'd studied at Hogwarts, even though you didn't exactly excel in her class of Transfiguration. She never berated you for your lack of skill in the subject and that was probably what solidified your preference.

You looked at the witch beside you, though a silhouette of a prominent nose and a mop of black hair clouded your vision. "Just needed a sit down, really." You replied with a soft voice, smiling as you linked your fingers together in front of your waist. "Also, I fancied some more wine, it's rather moreish." Minerva and Dumbledore chuckled at your light-hearted joke, but Snape did not. You swallowed awkwardly.

"Perhaps it isn't wise to be drinking in the presence of students, Professor L/N." Snape drawled in a demeaning tone from beside Dumbledore, side-eyeing you.

"What makes you think I'm going to get drunk?" You frowned, his subtle dig at you twisting your insides. Crush or not, he was getting under your skin.

Snape snorted slightly, "A history of misbehaviour at Hogwarts doesn't bode well." He said, turning his head to face you. You fought the itching urge to roll your eyes at his words, remembering that one time you had pranked his class.

"That was one time, Snape." You sighed, fighting hard not to groan. Apparently, he wasn't going to let this go. "And it was years ago now."

"I wouldn't want to take any chances." He sneered at you, and your stomach twisted horribly. Did he really despise you that much? It hurt to say the least, you thought he would've put that in the past and moved on, but apparently grudges are the next best thing.

"Right." You huffed quietly, and Minerva cast an awkward glance to Dumbledore who also looked rather uncomfortable. Yes, this was a terrible idea coming to stand with your colleagues. A fucking terrible idea. Snape always had to make you look childish. Suddenly, you pathetically wished that Karkaroff would suddenly appear and bother you so you wouldn't have to deal with this awful interaction. Anything would be better than this right now.

As if on cue, someone called your name. "Would you excuse me?" You sighed, casting an apologetic smile towards Dumbledore and McGonagall, purposefully ignoring Snape. Dumbledore also excused himself, leaving only the Heads of Slythering and Gryffindor together.

As you and Dumbledore walked off, Minerva turned to Snape with scornful eyes. "You shouldn't be so harsh on her, Severus," she huffed, "she's not a child anymore. Y/N is an adult, capable of making adult decisions. There's no need for such hostility." 

Snape didn't reply, he only sighed heavily at Minerva's comment, prompting the older witch to roll her eyes at his petty behaviour. Though, underneath his cold and dismissive attitude towards you, there was something else. Something he did not want to unfold, nor understand. It wasn't a familiar feeling, and that was what worried him. And so, each time you spoke to him or looked at him, he had chosen to push that feeling away by being malicious to you. Snape wasn't fond of it, and he did resent himself slightly by acting so horribly towards you. Something inside of him tugged at his heart each time your face fell due to his sharp words, or the way he'd glare at you whenever you looked at him. It was the only thing he knew. Snape wasn't familiar with nor welcoming to feelings other than hatred or disdain.

The Potions Master cast his eyes over the crowds of students, absent-mindedly looking for your small figure. It's not like he wanted to check on you, he just wanted to see who had called for you, out of... curiosity. And there you were, chatting with the Weasley twins. Snape couldn't remember your exact age, but he was sure you were mid-twenties, perhaps early-twenties. Your youthful face and essence said so. As he observed you, his chest burned unusually as you laughed at something the twins had said, and it burned even hotter when he saw them hand you something. What were they doing?

"It's just a little something," Fred grinned goofily in his tuxedo as you held a small, neatly-wrapped box in your hands. It was a pale red, with a shining green bow. You looked up at them and smiled gratefully.

"Yeah, we just wanted to say thanks for being a brilliant teacher," George added after his brother, making you grin amused. The two of them always made you laugh in your classes, it was like they were the same person from how well they bounced off of each other.

"Oh, thank you, boys," you grinned, a little shocked at their kindness, "you didn't need to get me anything." Both Fred and George grinned together, their fluffy ginger hair bouncing a tad as they glanced at each other.

"You're our favourite, you know," George said, and Fred nodded with him, beaming. You chuckled at their silly smiles.

"Yeah, you're a thousand times better than any of the other professors," Fred agreed cheerfully, folding his arms against his chest.

"Especially Snape-" George interjected. Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name.

"Yeah, he's a right old miserable git, he is." Fred grumbled, nodding behind you. "He's staring right at us, too." Your stomach dropped the second Fred said those words, and you quickly whipped your head around, your eyes meeting with Snape's own fierce ones. As quickly as you looked at him, you turned back around, your face becoming hot and pink.

"Are you blushing, professor?" George grinned wickedly, glancing at his brother who also shared that same expression.

 "No!" You answered quickly, gasping.

"Don't tell me you like that horrible arse," Fred laughed, his eyebrows shooting upwards.

"I wouldn't have expected you to fancy a Slytherin like him." George frowned, his nose turning up in slight disgust. "I mean, he hates everything and everyone, why would you-"

"I never even said I liked him! You two just assumed so!" You scoffed, folding your arms against your chest. The twins laughed at your reaction, glancing at each other. "Anyway, boys, thank you for the gift, but this conversation is over." Another hefty sigh fell from your lips as you looked between the two of them, smiling politely.

"Professor L/N," A raspy, deep voice came from behind you, and instantly, your blood went cold. You knew that thick accent very well. Fred and George Weasley looked like they were on the verge of busting out laughing. They knew of your dislike for the Durmstrang Headmaster, and you were sure that the majority of the school knew of his weird, little thing for you.

"Headmaster Karkaroff." You turned around hesitantly, fighting back a scream of utter frustration. He looked a little more groomed than usual - his messy, dark brown hair with specks of gray in it was brushed through, and his long goatee had been neatly manipulated into a sharp point. You were also surprised to see him dressed in such expensive looking clothing. The dress coat he sported was a creamy-beige, adorned with a shining black leather belt around his middle, accentuating his lanky figure.

"You look like you need a dance," The corners of his lips turned upwards into a mischievous smirk, and an uncomfortable shiver ran down your spine. "May I help with that?" Karkaroff held out his hand, and your eyes shot down towards it.

"Erm," you stuttered, "well-" You couldn't find the words at all, and it wasn't helping that you could hear the twins behind you snickering to themselves. Before you could even answer, Karkaroff had his hand grasping yours and tugging you to the dancefloor. You stumbled slightly at how fast he had pulled you, and with your other hand, you reached down to grab your skirt to hike it up so you wouldn't trip over.

As the pair of you reached the floor after winding through hoards of dancing students, Karkaroff spun you around a little too quickly, and you ungracefully fell into his chest with a squeak. "Sorry," you mumbled, using a hand to push yourself away from him, "I wasn't really expecting you to do... that."

"You know," Igor chuckled, ignoring your previous comments, "I've been waiting for this moment ever since I arrived here at Hogwarts." He admitted with a wicked smirk, allowing his rough, bony fingers to slide down your bare back, gripping you a little too tightly for your liking.

"...To dance?" You frowned, using your free hand to fidget with his hand that laid flat against your bare back, silently telling him to ease off a little. "Don't be silly." You chuckled awkwardly, casting a glance over to where you had previously stood with the other teachers as you and Karkaroff swayed. Only Snape remained, and your face grew as hot as a firepit as you noticed his eyes were already stuck on you. His face was the usual unhappy, scornful, sour frown.

"Oh, but I am not being silly, little bird." Igor murmured, pushing his face closer to yours. Instinctively, you pulled your head away from his, scrunching your nose up at the awful pet name.

"Little bird?" You repeated, almost choking the words out. You squirmed within his uncomfy grip, casting another glance to Snape, hoping that he'd have just an ounce of human decency to realise that you were asking for help. Surely, he wouldn't be that much of an arsehole to ignore the sign of a colleague in trouble.

"Yes," Igor smiled, making your skin crawl. "You remind me of a little bird - tiny, beautiful..." Your eyes widened at his words, and again, you glanced to where you had seen Snape. Your heart dropped like a rock as you noticed the empty space where he had previously stood. You knew he was a dick, but not so much of a dick to let you get taken hostage by a man you hardly knew - and didn't want to know. "So beautiful... why don't we ditch this party and head back to my quarters? I could show you around." Karkaroff muttered and pulled you even closer, grinning lecherously as he brushed his nose against the crook of your neck. Your breath hitched - but not in a good way.

"Igor..." Your voice was shaky, yet low, indicating that you weren't comfortable at all.

"How about we go somewhere more private?" Karkaroff's hands tightened even more as they slipped down to your hips, pulling your body flush against his. A quiet gasp left your lips as you pressed your palms flat against his chest, attempting to push him off of you. Your eyes flicked to where Snape once stood again, but he was no-where to be seen.

"Something caught your eye, pilentse?" Karkaroff hummed lowly, his eyes narrowing, evidently upset that your attention is busied with something or someone else.

"No." You quickly replied - almost too quickly. "I just need a refreshment, do you mind?" You forced yourself to glance up at Karkaroff's intense, wrinkled eyes.

"Oh, no, that can wait. I've waited almost the whole night for this moment..." Igor grumbled with a sneer as his grip on you became deeper and a little tighter, as if to say you weren't leaving until he deemed it so. That was until you saw that same sneer fall from his face, replaced with what looked like fear. Instantly, your brows furrowed together into a confused frown as you noticed his eyes dart from yours to something behind you, and so you turned around, curious to see why Karkaroff looked like he was about to flee.

"Karkaroff." Snape's deep, almost threatening voice reached your ears, and immediately, your mouth went dry as your heart leaped up into it. So... he did notice you? A rush of relief filled your body and your shoulders relaxed a tad. Snape glanced down at you, his thick mop of black hair framing his pale face. The blue-white light from above highlighted his prominent, handsome features perfectly, and you felt a sense of warmth prickle your skin, pooling in your stomach. You looked away, certain that if you kept staring, he'd assume you were weird or something along those lines.

Igor swallowed thickly, his bony fingers digging into the skin of your back in fear. You winced slightly at the sharp prod, catching Snape's attention. His eyes darted down to where Karkaroff had an iron-grip on you, and his lip twitched into the beginning of a sneer as he looked back to Igor's worried eyes. "Snape," The Durmstrang Headmaster greeted the gloomy Potions Master, clearly a little afraid of him. Apparently everyone was fearful of Snape, except for a select few, you realised. "What can I help you with?" Karkaroff's thick accent had slipped slightly, his voice wavering. You had to stifle a laugh at that - how was a man like Igor Karkaroff afraid of Snape? There was definitely something that you were missing here.

"Professor L/N," Snape ignored Karkaroff and shifted his bored expression to you, though you didn't miss the venomous look that he'd shot at the Bulgarian. You were still in disbelief that Snape had answered your silent cries for help, let alone actually come to save you from Karkaroff's slimy grasp. "I believe we have some important matters to tend to." Snape said matter-of-factly, arching a brow at you expectantly. 

"Wait, what?-" You choked out with wide eyes. You'd been staring a little too hard at Snape, and so you stumbled over your words, unprepared. "Oh, right, yeah- the, erm, the... valerian root." You finished, turning a bright shade of red as Snape's brows furrowed at you in a judgemental fashion, as if to say 'seriously?'.

"Yes," Snape drawled, dragging his disappointed eyes from you to Karkaroff. You huffed quietly, embarrassed. "The valerian root." The Potion Master repeated, shooting you a glare. He held out his hand for you to take, and you reached out to grasp a hold of it, when you were suddenly tugged backwards by Karkaroff. Snape's narrowed eyes darted to the Headmaster's hand wrapped securely around your waist, his nostrils flaring in slight anger. This old, despicable man had no business holding a young witch like you in such a manner.

"That can wait, surely?" Karkaroff said, his voice low as he tucked you closer to his side. You shot a desperate glance to Snape, begging him to help you again. A frustrated breath shot out of his nostrils.

"Tragically, no." Snape quipped sarcastically, his dark eyes piercing a burning hole through Karkaroff. Snape looked furious - his body was rigid. He hadn't moved a muscle apart from his eyes to look at either you or Igor. "Professor?" He glanced to you, stretching his hand to you once more, and you took it happily, allowing him to pull you out of Karkaroff's slimy hands and to his safe side. Your cheeks flushed pink at the closeness between you two, and you kept your eyes on the ground as Snape shifted his hand to sit on the small of your back, guiding you away from Karkaroff.

Part 2! (wip) Masterpost

there is part 1, i hope you enjoyed it, and i hope it was sort of what you expected! i can't remember what i said i was going to do but this is what i came up with hehe. i'm always a sucker for jealousy.

let me know if you liked it/what you thought, i do apologise that it was kinda short, but it'll be finished tomorrow! <3

i hope you're all well! :)

[thesamoanqueen]

Perfection

Warnings: soft smut (16+), hint of voyeurism kink.

A/N: tagged by my gorgeous gurl @harmshake for the "May Writing Challenge" 200 words exactly. It was not so simple, I was thinking in italian, counting in english, but I did it~

Soft waves, a long split backless dress, elegant, charming just like the woman wearing it, dangerous, unholy round hips and an entire room eating your presence, envying him. He had seen bold glances wavering on your full lips after a smile, lustfully following your moves, polite laughs at the table – you’re so good, perfect – while a hand hides to caress his thigh reassuring, teasing his ego and more.

The journey back to the hotel is slow due to traffic, but Roman is a patient man. When both of you finally reach your suite later, shutting the world out, his fingers slide over the arch of your back, craving a more intimate touch. A delicate kiss on your cheek, devoted, his solid bulge against your buttocks to declare a desire increased for hours. He likes to say that he’s addicted to greatness, but inside himself the greatest success remains having conquered you and knowing that he has you by his side in every step of his life. It makes Roman feel powerful, like the easeness with which your perfection crumbles to please his dirty thoughts.

- "Get over here, big boy. Show me what you have been packing all night"

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[peaxhygirl]

𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙰𝚂 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 - 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴 (3)

: ̗̀➛𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝙲

: ̗̀➛𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Armando and Raven are sent into the headquarters of their target but while there, things take a shift regarding their current relationship.

: ̗̀➛𝙰𝙽: Hey friends!! Thanks for all the support, this is long I'm so sorry. Requests are also open so drop some!!

It turns out that being cool with Armando means not speaking to him. They’d been in Puerto Rico for three days doing no-contact surveillance. Strictly stake-outs and distant gathering of intel.

Raven and Armando hadn’t spoken to each other once.

They practically avoided each other, both having their own separate reasons but all in all, it made for a rather tense environment for everyone involved. However, tonight that didn’t matter, they were finally going into the club owned by Nigel Kahhliq. Turns out the big bad wolf really was in Puerto Rico, and he held a large monopoly here. His main attraction being Casa Bella. A nightclub that garnered major business from locals and tourists. If shit was going down, that was for sure the headquarters of it all.

And guess which two lucky people got to actually go in and make contact.

The neon strobe lights bounced off the walls of the packed club. Bodies pressed together as people maneuvered through the junction of those dancing wildly and others who were just standing around. Raven was stationed against the bar; Armando was somewhere roaming around the crowded place. He split from her the moment they walked in. She understood he was possibly still upset with her, but this was a mission for Christ sakes, a little communication goes a long way when you're in a king pin's den.

Despite her frustration, she was at least happy she looked great. She'd gotten with Kelly to perfect her look for the night. Being the only women on the team created a bond between the two. Her golden hair was bone straight instead of holding its usual curls. Her body clad in a backless mini dress, a high slit traveled up her thigh exposing her tattooed skin. She certainly looked the part of a woman out for a good night. Hell, it took an hour to do her makeup, so she better.

"Hello beautiful, what are you drinking tonight?" Raven who was scouring the crowd eyes snapped over to the man who approached her.

He was a sleezeball.

Either way, she was playing a roll, so she flashed a smile despite her internal eyeroll. "I'm a lemon drop girl, you buying?" She took a quick once over of his body noticing the flashy jewelry and expensive clothes he wore. He was clearly apart of whatever was happening in this club. "Hm, you sure you don't want something a little stronger?" He smirked, holding up a bottle of already opened Don Julio.

The fuck?? No way was she drinking out of that open bottle. He could have a whole pharmacy in there for all she knew.

Her brown eyes darted around for Armando who was again, nowhere in fucking sight. "Hey, you don't hear me talking to you. Do you want the drink or not?" The man stepped forward. Not enough to be boldly aggressive, but enough for Raven to sense the impending tension. "No, thank you though. I'm not really an out of the bottle type of girl." The man laughed. "Look, sweetheart, don't be a prude. Just take a sip." He began to pull the cork from the bottle stepping closer.

Before Raven could respond and promptly tell him to fuck off, she felt a muscular arm wrap around her shoulders. "¿Tenemos un problema, mami?"

Armando stood beside her, a protective pull gluing her to this body. "Nah, we don't have s problem man." The sleaze ball responded. "I wasn't talking to you. I asked her. Is there something I need to handle here, baby."

Raven glanced up to Armando, her high heels somewhat closed the height difference between them, but he was still taller. "No, he was just leaving, right?" Her eyes averted back to the male. A taunting smirk present on her glossed lips watching him began to retreat.

The sleaze ball, who was now not so tough quickly denied there being an arising issue. Armando hadn't once looked away from the male, shooting daggers at him the entire time he held Raven close. Even when he pulled her in a bit further to place a kiss atop her head.

"La próxima vez que mi señora te diga que no, la respuesta es jodidamente no." He spat at the man who simply ticked his jaw and walked away.

After the man walked away, Armando pulled Raven on to the crowded dance floor. "What was that ab-- what are you doing?" Her brows furrowed when the male turned to her, pulling her in whispering into her ear. "If we're gonna be a couple we need to look the part. Plus, I think that fucker works close with Nigel, I need you to scope out the scene for me, little blackbird." He graced with her new nickname.

What the hell was going on here??? Since when was he talking to her all of a sudden, and since when did he smell so fucking good.

Raven didn't respond, only nodding. Armando slowly turned her around, pulling her hips flush against his as they began to dance to the rhythmic music. Armando couldn't deny that Raven looked amazing. Her face was beautiful, but God damn her body was amazing. Looking down, he had a clear view of her ample breasts that his palms were itching to squeeze.

Speaking of his hands, they were caressing her exposed thighs, slowly sliding up until he felt the curative of her thighs and ass meeting. Raven's hips rotated backwards, while his moved forward. Their bodies moving in unison to give the illusion that they were two people who were madly lusting after each other.

"Look at this shit here." Marcus spoke as the team watched the monitors from outside the club.

Meanwhile, Raven was doing her best to ignore the intense throbbing between her legs. This man was engulfing her. From his intoxicating scent to the feel of his soft yet firm hands sliding along her body. One of those hands now being situated loosely around her neck as he titled her head back whispering to her. "You know little one, you sure are a firey one." She could feel him smirking against her hear, she could also feel him sporting major wood against her ass but hey, that would be discussed at a later time.

"Are we here on a mission or are we here to chit chat about our butting personalities." Her attempt to shoot back at him was semi successful. Even with the loud blaring music, there was still a very audible tone of yearning in her voice. "Raven. Look up at the balcony and take note of what you see." How he was able hold such a focused and serious tone in this moment, she hadn't the slightest idea, but she did her best to follow his orders. Somehow, she managed to fight through her lustful haze and stared up. They were right, the sleaze ball was positioned on the highest balcony with Nigel. They whispered back and forth to each other, seeming as if things were heated.

Throughout all of this, Armando nor Raven had stopped their sensual; dance. Raven took note of every little detail she could make out, including the others around them. They'd clearly sensed someone staring because they both turned to focus their sights from above on the young "couple" who were practically fucking on the dance floor. I mean literally, Armando danced as if he wanted to bend Raven over right then and there and move her thong to the side.

Raven quickly averted her eyes; but Armando took this moment to kick it up a notch. While one hand was still stationed around her neck, the other slid up the front of her dress to give her right breast a nice squeeze.

"Did she just moan?" He thought to himself as she pushed back further into him.

Turning her around, they met each other with two pairs of big brown eyes. One of Armando's hands found its way to her slender waist, while the other trailed up her back to the nape of her neck. Yes, they were playing a role in this club, but oh was it a role they were both enjoying.

Maybe a little too much.

Armando's warm breath brushed against her ear when he leaned down to speak to her once more. "I know how we can get more information on him, let's get back to the others...but first." He cut himself off as he took a small fist full of her hair, tugging on it gently so that she'd be forced to stay in place. This alone made Raven want to melt into him. "Don't you ever call me a drug dealer again, I'm more than that. From now on, we respect each other. Do you understand me?" His accented thickened at the assertion in his voice.

Fuck, was she getting a glimpse of the Armando everyone had once been so afraid of? This entire night he'd shown a level of aggression she'd never seen from him. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't a major turn on. Afarid that her next works would come out as another embarrassing moan, she opted to simply nod. Acknowledging that she'd heard him loud and clear.

When they broke apart, he still held her hand to lead her out of the club. Raven however was still in a bit of a haze. What had just happened between her and the man she swore hated her?

𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂

Tenemos un problema, mami? - Do we have a problem, mama?

La próxima vez que mi señora te diga que no, la respuesta es jodidamente no - The next time my lady tells you no, the answer is fucking no.

[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 6

Hey, all! This story is finally picking up and we meet Eddie for the first time.

This is an extra long chapter because I wanted to have the gala all in one chapter instead of splitting it up.

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

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Steve woke up to his best friend having planned the perfect date with Vickie. Today was already looking up.

“I told you she would say yes,” he told Robin smugly as he poured himself some orange juice.

Robin waved her hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. Mr Smarty Pants over there.”

Steve wiggled his ass at her and then sat down on the sofa next to her.

“So what’s on my schedule for next week?’

Robin pulled up his schedule again and hummed. “Looks like all you have is next Saturday; a charity gala for the arts on the arm of Senator Derek Lombard.”

“He’s always nice,” Steve said. “A little hard of hearing most of the time, but always just wants someone pretty to hang off his every word.”

“So an easy night for you then,” Robin said.

He hummed his agreement. “So what’s all that the event is about? Can I use it to network? Or will it be all politicians with sticks up their asses?”

Robin pulled up the event on her tablet. “Looks like it’s a fundraiser for putting music in poor neighborhoods as a way to combat gang joining and shit like that.”

Steve sighed. “Sounds like my worst nightmare. Classical music sounds like noise to me most of the time. It always puts me to sleep.”

“Then you’ll like this,” she said, scrolling through the list of guests. “The charity is the pet project of Corroded Coffin frontman, Eddie Munson. Apparently he was ‘trailer trash’, his words, and got out of the slums through the power of metal and rock music.”

Steve straightened up. “Shit. Is that that band that Dustin loves?”

Robin tapped something on her tablet and scrolled a bit. “Yep!” she chirped happily. “He is going to be so jealous when he hears you might get to meet him.”

He ran his tongue over his top row of teeth thoughtfully. “Yeah, okay. This sounding more interesting.” He tapped his lips. “If it’s his charity then it will likely have younger alphas there that I can network and get on my client list.”

“Yeah,” Robin agreed. “Especially rockstars. They tend to just hop in bed with any willing omega or beta if an omega can’t be found to service their ruts.”

Steve licked his lips. “Bring over a small stack of business cards to take with me. Also does Senator Lombard have a style of clothes he wants me to wear?”

Robin skipped back to his schedule and pulled up the appointment. “Uh... it looks like he doesn’t have a preference just something ‘elegant’.”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Steve asked with a glimmer in his eye.

“If I am you might need to keep some heart medication on standby,” she said with glee.

“Oh good,” he grinned. “We are thinking of the same thing, then.”

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Steve didn’t often wear dresses because he hated playing into the stereotype of male omegas being the women of the secondary genders. But this was his favorite outfit bar none.

It was a backless gold dress with a low cut front in a drape that showed off his bare chest. He kept himself as shaven as he was in high school on the swim team. Something that Tommy mocked him mercilessly for. But it made getting in and out of clothes easier, so Tommy could suck it.

The dress went all the way to his ankles and was split up the middle of each leg to show off his toned thighs. He wore jeweled open-toed kitten heels with a Grecian style strap down the middle. He wore a bangle on his left wrist and a charm bracelet on his right. The necklace and earrings matched, a wide gold setting with a single diamond in the center. And then to crown the whole thing off, he had diamonds glued to the strands of his hair so when he moved the light would catch the diamond and shimmer just so.

Senator Lombard was speechless when Steve walked down to the lobby of the hotel he was picked up from. Again for his safety that no one knew where he lived.

In his hand was matching gold clutch and over his shoulders in liquid waves a shimmering gold shawl.

“I am the luckiest man tonight,” Senator Lombard whispered as he took Steve’s open hand to guide him the rest of the way down the stairs.

“You flatter me, Senator,” Steve replied demurely looking up at the alpha through his eyelashes.

“And you honor me with your presence.”

Steve blushed and allowed himself to be led out to the waiting limo.

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Senator Lombard was the talk and envy of a lot of people at the gala. Women hated the way Steve looked better in his dress then they did in theirs. The men were seething jealousy that Steve wasn’t on their arm.

The senator was a distinguished older gentleman of the old style of politics. Calm and collected in public, a conniving, calculated negotiator behind closed doors.

And he showed that strength here. Everyone was tripping over themselves to introduce themselves to him just for the pleasure of being in Steve’s company.

They had to know how Senator Lombard could afford such beauty and grace, so much so that Steve had run out of business cards before the appetizer was even brought out.

The only ones that stayed on the outskirts of Senator Lombard’s aura of influence was the members of Corroded Coffin.

They were dressed like the rockers they were. Lots of black clothes, jewelry, and eyeliner. Their tattoos and piercing further pushed them outside of the rest of the people at the gala.

People who despite being invited by the band were giving them a wide berth. Which was ridiculous in Steve’s opinion. One thing you must never be: is rude to the host.

Steve broke off from the senator and turned to make his way toward his hosts when there was gentle tap on his shoulder.

He turned around to see the prettiest of the band standing in front of him. He had long dark curls, deep soulful brown eyes, and dimples for days. Steve was smitten.

“You dropped this,” the man said, holding out his hand.

Steve opened his hand and a diamond dropped into it. He tucked his clutch under his arm and touched his hair. Sure enough one of his diamonds was missing.

“Thank you!” Steve cooed. “I don’t want to lose that!”

The man smiled and the dimples became more pronounced and Steve was close to swooning.

“I’m Eddie,” he said. “Eddie Munson. And who might you be, darlin’?”

Steve blushed. “Steve Harrington.”

Eddie’s eyebrows twitched upward. “A Starcourt escort in my house. I’m honored.”

Steve looked around the large foyer. “This is your place? It’s beautiful.”

Eddie smiled deeper. “Thank you. Now where were you off to just now?”

Steve giggled. “On my way to see you, actually. I’m not a fan of people being rude to the hosts. Regardless of who the hosts are.”

“Even if you disagree with their beliefs?” Eddie asked, a glint of mischief in his eye.

“I don’t go to those,” Steve replied with a wink.

Eddie’s eyebrows went up. “I wasn’t aware you had that much control over your clientele.”

“Maybe not to start with,” he said with a shrug. “But as one of my friends pointed out recently, when you’re one of the top ten paid escorts you have a lot more leeway.”

Eddie blinked those long eyelashes and Steve was captivated. “That’s fair. And you deemed my little shindig as worthy? I’m doubly honored then.”

“Well...” Steve murmured tilting his head to the side thoughtfully, “more like my handler, Robin. But she knows what I like.”

“And you like heavy metal?” Eddie asked, amused.

“More like good causes and deserving people.”

A waiter passed by and Eddie grabbed two champagne glasses from the man’s tray. He held one out to Steve.

“Oh,” he murmured. His hands were occupied. He hurried to put the diamond into his clutch and tucked the clutch back under his arm. He then took the drink. “Thank you.”

“That dress suits you,” Eddie said, licking his lips slowly.

Steve ducked his head a blushed. “Thank you. It’s my favorite dress.”

Eddie smirked. “I didn’t know you were allowed to wear the same outfit more than once.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “Not normally, no. But the key is to change up the accessories and chose a different setting. The last time I wore this dress was for dinner with a client. Some quiet upscale restaurant where privacy is key.”

Eddie looked up and down Steve’s body. “You certainly fill it well.”

Steve smiled. “It’s more fun to get out of.”

Eddie nearly choked as he was taking a drink of champagne when Steve said that. Steve rubbed his back soothingly as if he wasn’t the one that caused the distress in the first place.

Steve tapped the back of his neck. “There’s a little clasp right here. Just unhook and dress just slides right off.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and Steve could tell he was imagining it.

“Escorts are great for all sorts of things. Dinner with family you want to impress. Casual conversations and movies nights for the rich and the lonely. Arm candy for charity events like this one. Not all my clients are in it for the sex.” Steve patted Eddie’s arm and then down the rest of his champagne. He put his glass on the tray of a passing waiter and went back to Senator Lombard with a cheerful wave over his shoulder.

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Jeff came up and clamped a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “That was the most embarrassing display I’ve ever seen. If this was a Looney Tune, your tongue would be dragging on the floor, man.”

Eddie pushed his friend playfully. “Shut it, Jeffey.”

“No, seriously, man,” Jeff said. “I haven’t seen you get that tongue tied with someone you were interested in since we got our first record deal.”

Eddie sighed. “I really should have known better than to come to a gun fight with a knife.”

Jeff laughed. “Yeah, man. Escorts are trained socializers. You didn’t have a chance.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen anymore beautiful then him in my life,” Eddie murmured. “And I’ve dated rock goddesses, super models, and A-list actors and actresses.”

Jeff hummed. “He’s certainly something, that’s for sure.”

“God,” Eddie huffed. “He even gave an in with hiring his services if I wanted and all I could do was stare at him slack jawed and stupid.”

Jeff pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it. “Well according to Starcourt’s website they offer all sorts of services. Gang bangs, threesomes, roleplays, rut servicing. You could throw a dart at a dartboard and each section would be a different service they offer.”

Eddie bit his lip. “Fuck, there is no way they’d let him service my ruts. I’m a blocker buster.”

Jeff winced. “Yeeeaaah. The last time you spent your rut with someone, they went into heat almost immediately. A fun time to be had, sure. But that guy could have gotten pregnant and you would have been on the hook for life.”

Eddie grimaced. “It wasn’t that fun if I’m honest.”

“They would absolutely whisk him away the second he even scented wrong.”

He nodded. “Looks like all I can do is dream and maybe beg to see if they’ll let me take him out to dinner.”

Jeff just shook his head. His friend was hopeless.

****

To say Steve felt smug would be an understatement. Not only did his little interaction with Eddie Munson fluster the alpha, but it spurred on everyone else to stop treating their hosts like they had the plague.

Suddenly there was a sea between him and Eddie and for now that was fine. It had been a long time since an alpha’s scent overwhelmed his senses.

Eddie’s scent was warm like cardamon and cinnamon. Like a hot drink on a cold winter’s day. Steve felt engulfed by it. It took every ounce of will power and training not drop to his knees right then and there. His actual client be damned.

But he managed to remain on his feet and walk away without Eddie knowing how close Steve had come to breaking his composure.

Senator Lombard kept a hand on Steve’s waist after that. Steve was sure he could smell the way Steve’s scent when he came back was strong and wild.

The senator didn’t know who had caused Steve’s scent to react that way, but he wasn’t going to take any chances that Steve might be swept off his feet.

Steve spent a good portion of the rest of the night, rubbing his nose along Senator Lombard’s scent gland to calm him down. Every time Steve would laugh at another alpha’s joke or talk a little too cheerfully to another omega, the senator’s scent would turn sour and bitter. And Steve would have to start the soothing process all over again.

It was starting to get annoying and Steve was seriously thinking of putting the alpha on his black list for it. The fact that Steve came back should have been all the assurance the alpha needed that whoever had got Steve hot under the collar that they weren’t enough to keep his interest. But no. Steve was beginning to suspect that he was just a bitter old man.

Steve was given a moment’s reprieve when the senator was pulled aside by another senator that wanted to talk about co-sponsoring a bill on the Hill.

“God,” the omega woman Steve was talking to said. “I couldn’t imagine doing what you do. The heavy duty scent blockers, the spending your heats alone, the birth control. God the birth control alone must cost a fortune.”

Steve gave an awkward laugh. “Um, no. Omegas at Starcourt are infertile. They have to be, not just for the protection of the omega but for the alpha clients, too. Can’t have an escort blackmailing important alphas that their pup might be theirs.”

The woman pouted. “That’s so sad. Have you thought about adopting?”

Steve’s smile stayed on his face, but inside he died just a little. “I’d have to find an alpha willing to bond me first.” He said it teasingly, but he knew it was hopeless.

“A pretty thing like you?” the woman cooed. “The right alpha willing be baying for the chance to sweep you off your feet. Just give it a couple of years. You’re still in your prime. Enjoy it!”

Steve’s smile slid into something more real. He was grateful that she didn’t pity him and told him he still had time. Because she was right it. He did have time. There was no need to rush off and get bonded. He had the glittering lights, the fancy clothes, and rich food to enjoy while he was still young.

Too soon the senator had returned and pulled him away from the omega. Steve waved at her and smiled. He would later learn that she was Representative Jim Hopper’s second omega, Joyce Byers. Jonathan’s mom.

That made the encounter all the more wholesome.

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As Steve was pulled away he didn’t notice Eddie behind him frowning.

“Hey, Gareth,” Eddie said. “You got to talk with the senator’s date, right?”

Gareth rolled his eyes. “Yes, I got to talk to your crush.”

Eddie flapped his hands at him. “Shush. But how would you describe his scent?”

Gareth frowned. “I don’t know. Spicy I guess. Like Mexican hot chocolate. Why?”

“You brought an escort to the Grammy’s last year,” Eddie continued, never taking his eyes off Steve. “How would you have described her scent?”

Gareth’s frown deepened between his brows as he fought to remember. “Fruity, I guess. Sweet. Almost too sweet.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Gareth pressed.

Eddie just pressed his lips together.

“You know,” Gareth said into the resulting silence. “I would say his scent complements yours.”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and looked down. He could only agree.

Something didn’t feel right and he was determined to find out what it was about Steve Harrington that got under his skin the way it did.

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Anything for You

Poor!Kenny x Rich!Fem!Reader

CW's: car sex, riding, p in v, nicknames, strong language, smoking, hair pulling

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"Are you sure you want me to wear this?" I ask Kenny, showing him the long, backless black dress that he chose from the closet. Kenny lounged on our bed, staring. He agreed to live with me if we would split the rent. So our place wasn't the largest, or the nicest. But he did let me buy the decor and furniture. Besides, it didn't matter to me where we lived as long as I lived with him.

"Yes, that one. With heels too." I raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything more. Kenny and I didn't go out often as he always, always paid. He would never let me pay for our meals out. And Kenny didn't have a lot to pay with. So I tried to refrain from going out. I even learned how to cook and honestly, I loved being the one to feed Kenny. I fell in love with Kenny for who he was, his monetary situation had nothing to do with our relationship.

"Kenny, where are we going?" He just kept smiling at me, shaking his head. I realized I wasn't going to get anywhere with him.

"Okay, I'll wear the dress."

"Kenny...? What are we doing here?" Kenny and I stood in front of one of the more expensive restaurants in Colorado. I've eaten here before. It's good but way too expensive.

"I'm taking you out to dinner." Kenny was wearing a black suit, no tie. I won't lie, he looked hot. I wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him right there when he showed me. But now I feel kind of queasy. He guided me inside the restaurant and we sat at a table promptly.

"Kenny, this place is too expensive, I don't want to eat here." I whispered across the table. "At least let me pay." He took my hand and kissed the knuckles.

"I wanted to treat you to dinner." His smile, dimples, creased eyes made me want to cry. He was so excited but he couldn't afford this. I knew he couldn't afford it.

"Kenny. I love you so much. We've been together for so long. I don't need places like this. I'd be just as happy at City Wok." He rolled his eyes, squeezing my hand.

"Kenny, please. I don't think we can afford this." The waiter popped up beside us, not allowing me to say anymore.

"Sir, the champagne you requested." He showed Kenny the bottle and he nodded, prompting the waiter to pour the golden drink into our glasses.

Now I was just confused. I gave Kenny a questioning glance as the waiter walked away.

"Y/N. I know I can't afford this place. But you deserve it. More than anything, you deserve a lifestyle I can't provide for you." I recoiled. Is he breaking up with me. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He takes my hand again and squeezes it.

"But I also know you so well. I knew you prefer a cheap cheeseburger than an expensive meal. I know you'd rather cook at home. I know I'll spend my entire life making you as happy as you deserve to be. I can't make more money than you do, but I can make sure you'll never know the hardships of life. But you're right. I can't afford this meal." He lifts his glass of champagne and downs the entire thing before standing up, straightening his dress jacket, and standing before me.

"Y/N..." Kenny gets on one knee before me. "I can't afford this meal because I spent it all on a ring." He pulls out a black velvet box and opens it. I gasp. A gorgeous diamond with a simple gold band shines in the felt.

"I want to spend every moment of my life with you. Eating greasy cheeseburgers and your experimental cooking. I want to fight with you and have kids with you and grow old with you-"

"Yes, yes yes." I cry, grabbing Kenny's face and kissing his lips. I couldn't hear anyone else, see anyone other than Kenny.

"We're only here for drinks, I'm getting you a cheeseburger on the way home." He smiles at me and takes my hand to slid the perfect ring down my finger.

"Grab the bottle, lets get out of here."

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A breathy moan leaves my lips as Kenny kisses his way down my neck. His lips find my breast and he takes it into his hand, kissing, licking, and sucking on my sensitive skin.

We'd finished the large bottle of champagne in the car. It sat facing South Park, where the Halloween Witch Week commenced every year. It was secluded. We drank the champagne, smoked a joint Kenny had stashed away, and were now about to fuck in the drivers seat of his car.

"Kenny." I whined, wiggling on top of him. His cock was deep inside me and I could feel him every time he twitched. But he wouldn't let me move. He just kept touching me.

"Be patient princess. I want to taste my wife's skin." We weren't even married yet and he was calling me his wife. I grew impatient, my brain a little delirious with his tongue on my skin, cock inside me, drinks and weed. There was so much going on, I couldn't focus.

I began to grind on top of him and- fuck, he bit me! "Kenny!" I gasped. I looked down to my breast to find a perfect set of bite marks.

"You couldn't wait, I had to punish you." Slowly, Kenny lifted me and then let me sink back onto him. I moaned in his ear, grasping his hair. My dress was coiled around my waist, panties abandoned long ago. He repeated this, slowly. It was agonizing in the best way. I could feel every part of him. I don't think I was even doing any work. Kenny was using my body however he pleased.

Kenny wrapped a fist in my hair and pulled my head back. He stared at me as we fucked, slowly, lovingly. He brought my mouth down onto his as he pushed my hips down hard. I gasped into his mouth, allowing him to explore it with his tongue. His soft thrusts were hard, aggressive now. I couldn't focus on anything but Kenny. His body against mine, his tongue in my mouth, his cock invading me deep and hard. I could feel my orgasm rushing me.

Kenny pulled away. "I can feel you princess, are you gonna come on my cock?" I couldn't even nod. My eyes rolled back into my head as my orgasm rushed through me. I could feel Kenny follow close behind me. He groaned into my chest as he filled me.

"Kenny." I finally whispered.

"Yes, my love?" He kissed my neck tenderly, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

"I want a cheeseburger." "You want a cheeseburger."

I laughed lightly, resting my forehead against his.

"Yes, my husband. I need a cheeseburger."

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Bang Bang

Agent!Charles leclerc X vigilante!reader X agent!Max verstappen , established!lestappen X reader.

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Warnings : guns , violence ,cursing?, knives, morally grey character, blood .

The gala was in full swing , high society with lavish attires and jewelry that screams "filthy rich" , the crowd chatting up , exchanging pleasantries and gossip , striking alliances and negotiating deals but that's what to expect from such gathering .

Up on the balcony overlooking the crowd stood Charles or more known as (agent Percival) looking as handsome as always adorned in a three piece black suit gaze Sharp and focused as he scanned the lively crowd before stealing a glance down at Max or (agent Emilian) who stood by the bar discreetly scanning every exit while keeping a keen eye on the flowing crowd all while nursing a glass of something strong and in his words "very much necessary to go through these kind of shit shows" smirking at his fixed cold stare that discouraged any of the ogling women trying to flirt or even try to strike a conversation with him away .

Nodding subtly at one of the fellow agents as he passed by him , taking a glass of champagne from a waiter standing by before turning back to the crowd once again , shoulders tensing as he felt a delicate hand sliding in the crook of his arm but her scent repaxed his worries but he kept his guards up . looking down to locking eyes with her gleaming ones , her signature red lips inviting him to steal a kiss and as bad as he wanted to it wasn't the time nor place , the black backless dress with long sleeves hugging her curves didn't help at all , with her hair descends down her back in relaxed elegant curles with two price framing her face , he scolded her in a defeated tone " amour " as she reached for his glass taking a sip and giving him an innocent smile as he gave her a deadpanned one back , sliding her hand out of his arm to reach up fixing his slightly crooked tie before settling it on his chest as she gave him a sly smile " hello darling , missed me yet? " His hand instinctively went to her waist moving subtly to shield her from any possible attack still keeping his disapproving stare " you know we do " before looking down and as she followed his gaze she gave a wink at Max who's already looking at them with fiery eyes before leaning up to whisper in Charles's earpiece "hello , my emil " looking back down rising the glass on greeting with a wide smile as he raised his with a smirk that slipped into a full grin for a split second before turning back to the task at hand leaving Charles for now to deal with whatever she doing there .

Looking at her he asked in a defeated tone "you're not supposed to be here amour , not tonight at least" she tilted her head to the side giving him a mischievous look "can't a girl have a fun night out , I even got all dolled up . What do you think?" He only tugged her closer leaning to voice to her ears only " you know damn well what I think , what we both think of doing to you right now Mon amour " and went on " but that's not the point , now tell me what are you doing here? " Giving her one more look he added "or should I say what have you done ? " She just shrugged taking another sip "nothing anyone can prove , so don't worry " , " but you know I'm always worried with those too many close calls " before she could argue back alarms went off cutting their chat short as the majority of the gaurds securing the exits starts heading to the west wing of the venue , the rest escorting the guests out in a haste .

" Well , this is my cue " She gave Charles his glass back "and yours too " then she leaned up close for the earpiece to pick up "I'll see you soon" before giving him a light kiss on the cheek turning to head to east wing dodging cameras before slipping into a dark corner .

With a sigh he turned to head to the closest exit tuning in with the rest of the team "where's our target?" Lando's voice came in " north wing , exit 3 , four guards and two on the lookout " . " Copy that" Charles answered followed by Max's curt "copy" before switching back to his Chanel with Max "she's probably out there causing havoc" who gave an amused Huff " you know her , never a dull moment with her around" before taking out his gun "alright, I got the target locked in position . I'll handle the gaurds , the lookout are by the fountain , I'll meet you in extraction in five" , "copy that" .

Taking up the stairs , one right and two doors down she reached her destination , picking the lock and straight towards the grand painting pausing as she took it in "an original" she mumbled before shrugging it down revealing a safe behind it 30 seconds to crack it open taking what she needs and 10 to hung back the painting giving it a pitiful pout "what a shame" then heading back out to go down the back entrance , but not everything goes as planned as she found two guards on alert right as she took the corner , one stepped out to grab her " hey! You're not supposed to be here!" . With one move she took him down throwing a blade at the second one before he could reach for his gun . And From the window above she saw Max taking down guards , and far enough there was a hidden figure lurking with a gun and she hurried to head out but not before leaving a little gift behind .

Max took down two , quick and easy , the third made the stupid move to face him and went down in a second , the last one took the chance to try to tackle him down but received a right hook that knocked him down followed by a swift bullet , that left the target, a cowardly man gaping at the falling men who were supposed to get him out safely before turning to make a run for it but didn't take two steps before a bullet Peirced the ground few inches from his feet as Max gave a warning shot "don't even think about it , I'll gladly put the next one in your head " and that got him to shrink and raised his hands in surrender , now with his hands tied behind his back being led out through a secret gate .

Both reached the extraction at the same time, finding the blackedout SUV waiting as planned , handing over the target , preifing is in two hours back in headquarters. and as the car rolled out a bullet shot through hitting the curb and before they could shoot back a thud of a body was heard , and as they suspected a small curved knive stuck out from the back of the shooter's neck.

A heeled figure emerged out before she bent down taking her knive out wiping away the blood with a handkerchief huffing out " it's rude to shoot people in the back " then throwing it away after . As she reached them she slips her hand into Max's outstretched one "Schat" he greets fondly then gave her a kiss in the knuckles before turning her hand giving her palm another one both turning to Charles who remarked loudly " it's quite , too quite" . That earned him a dazzling smile as she stepped away heading towards her car parked few metres away from the back entrance " you know me too well , I never go out without a bang" and as if on cue a loud explosion went out , taking down half of the venue in flames , and with that she blew them a kiss as she drove down the road .

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SUMMARY: in which Miya runs into a creep at a party & Von comes to her rescue. ✨

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"𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥: 𝗪𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗚𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗔' 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧?" Miya's friend Imani asked, looking between the three girls in the car, as Miya sat in the passenger seat adjusting in her half-up half-down ginger locs and silently nodded her head while Kierra and Breanna vocally agreed, making Miya chuckle softly under her breath because she knew that none of them would end up staying together that night.

honestly, Miya wasn't a party person, so she didn't even know why she was going with her friends to a house party, but peer pressure was a motherfucker. at each party they've been to, the group would always end up splitting up and Miya would be left with one of her friends while the other two wandered off and couldn't be found until 30 minutes to an hour later, which was no longer a surprise to the light-skinned girl.

almost all of her friends would end up either tipsy or drunk, and she'd be the only one sober, which meant she'd have to take on a parental role to keep all of her friends safe from the creeps that attend parties for the wrong reasons. sometimes she didn't mind it, but other times it was annoying having to take care of three grown-ass women like she was their mother. however, as long as they were safe and sound, she couldn't necessarily complain like she wanted to.

Miya wore a brown, mid-thigh-length, spaghetti-strap dress, Imani wore a mid-thigh-length turquoise tube dress, Kierra wore a mid-thigh-length red backless dress that had strings that were tied around her neck, and Breanna wore a yellow two-piece that consisted of a crop-top and a mini skirt. each of them had a different style than the other, and it was evident in their outfits and hairstyles because none of them looked identical.

"if it ain't no fine niggas at this party, 'Mani, we gon' fight," Kierra threatened, raising a brow, as she crossed her arms and Imani chuckled while parking her car on the curb near the house, "i'an get all dressed up for some weak ass niggas, girl."

"you think i'ma bring you to a party where it ain't no fine niggas at? you think of me that lowly?" Imani pouted, resting her hand on her heart, "i'm hurt."

"you did it like twice before, 'Mani, ain't nobody forgot about that." Breanna laughed as Miya and Kierra laughed with her and Imani playfully rolled her eyes.

"playas' fuck up, a'ight?" Imani laughed, tucking her black tresses behind her ear, as she picked up her phone and checked her lips to make sure they were still glossy, "but i got the drop that it's gon' be some fineeee niggas in here from Von, and i basically had to beg him 'cause he talkin' 'bout some "i'on fuck wit' that gay shit, lil' folks." like, nigga, just tell me if it's  gon' be some good-lookin' niggas there or not!"

"you shoulda' knew his ass was gon' say some shit like that." Miya laughed, shaking her head, as the two girls in the backseat laughed with her and Imani playfully smacked her lips.

none of Imani's friends had actually met Von, they just listened to the stories she would tell about their interactions. but judging by her getting the drop that it'd be some fine niggas at the party, they all assumed he'd be there also.

the problem is... none of her friends even knew what he looked like, so they wouldn't even be able to introduce themselves to him if they "saw" him unless he spoke first.

"you right," Imani laughed, taking the keys out of the ignition and handing them to Miya to put in her purse since she didn't bring one, as she opened her car door and got out, "time to go nigga-searchin'!"

"shitttt, you got that right!" Kierra laughed, opening the back door and hopping out, her brown ass-length boho braids moving with her quick movements while she pulled her dress down and shut the door behind her before following behind Imani.

Miya and Breanna got out in sync, Breanna's honey-blonde low ponytail swaying back and forth as she got out. the two shut their doors and Miya let out a chuckle as she locked the car doors and put Imani's keys in her purse before zipping it up and adjusting the strap on her shoulder while she clutched it to her hip.

"this 'bout to be a longggg night."

—

the sound of Snoop Dogg's "Gin N Juice" blared into the large house as Miya and Breanna stood side-by-side, cups residing in both of their hands while Miya held her phone in the other.

just like she thought, the group had split up yet again, and this time it was Imani and Kierra who had wandered off, leaving Miya and Breanna to tend to each other. neither of them had a clue where they went and assumed they were most likely in the kitchen refilling their cups with liquor.

either that, or they were flirting with some random ass niggas they found because they thought they were cute.

nonetheless, the party was lame for Miya, and she didn't know how long her phone could occupy her before she went to search for her friends so they could all leave. she had gone through damn near all the apps on her phone and was now in her Notes app, sorting and deleting some of her notes to create space in her iCloud.

"aye, Bre', i gotta' use the bathroom! come wit' me real quick!" Miya yelled over the music, leaning closer to Breanna so she could hear her more clearly, as Breanna yelled back "okay!" and the girls went off to the bathroom, holding each other's hands so they don't get lost while Miya tossed her cup in the black trash can nearby.

Miya stepped inside the bathroom and locked it behind her as Breanna stood guarding the door so no one would go inside. the closed door muffled the loud music and Miya sighed in relief due to her incoming earache as she did her business, wiping her sex clean of urine before flushing the toilet. she washed her hands with the hand soap by the sink and was about the use the towel to dry her hands but paused, looking at it suspiciously.

"ain't no tellin' what somebody did to that shit." Miya mumbled to herself as she shook her hands dry and lightly patted them on her dress, being careful not to get her dress too wet in the process.

Miya adjusted her ponytail and watched it swing from side to side as she adjusted her breasts in her dress, protecting them from spilling out. she gently rubbed her temples with her index and middle fingers, preparing herself to be engulfed in the loud music for a second time.

opening the door, Miya thought she'd be greeted by Breanna, but she was unfortunately incorrect. Breanna was nowhere to be found once she opened the door, and this made Miya's eyebrows furrow in confusion and her heart drop to her stomach.

"where the hell..." Miya mumbled, yet it was inaudible due to the loud music and people around her, and she huffed as she ran her hand down her face, clutching her purse and phone tightly to her side while she began walking through the hall to try and find Breanna.

at this point, Miya was over the entire party. she just wanted to find her friends and go home, she didn't care about "enjoying" herself anymore. as long as she found her friends and left the party safely, that was all that mattered.

"ayo, light-skin! wassup with'chu, ma?" a man suddenly grabbed Miya by her wrist and pulled her towards him, making her face scrunch up in discomfort while she looked at the man, "you got a man, baby?"

"man, get offa' me. i'an interested in nothin' you sayin', take yo' hands off me." Miya retorted as she tried to snatch her hand back from the man but he tightened his grip on her, making her skin begin to crawl while the alcohol from his breath tickled her nose.

"don't be like that, light-skin, lemme' fuck with'chu," the man slurred, licking his cracked lips at the woman, as Miya cringed and tried to pry his grip off her wrist but to no avail, "you must ain't got no man, ma, 'cause if you was my bitch, i wouldn't let yo' fine ass out my sight."

"aye, nigga, get'cho hands off my girl, fuck you got goin', gang?" an unfamiliar voice spoke as the man carefully but forcefully yanked Miya's wrist out of the creep's grasp and nudged her behind him, confusing Miya even more but she was grateful for the help.

"oh, shit, m-my bad, Von, i'an k-know she was with'chu—"

"yeah, yeah, a nigga really ain't tryna' hea' all'at bullshit. keep it pushin', bitch ass nigga." Von retorted, bucking at him, as the creep flinched and quickly scurried away, nearly tripping over his own feet from how tipsy he was.

"Von? oh, so this is 'Mani's homeboy?" Miya thought in awe as Von turned to face her and gently grabbed her arm, analyzing her slightly-bruised wrist, "why she ain't tell me how fine this nigga is?"

Von wore a Dickies suit with a white tank top underneath his open top and white high-top Air Force 1s on his feet as an "O-Block" chain sat around his neck and jewelry rested on both of his wrists and his pinky finger, a red bandanna tied around his hairline while his two-strand twisted locs hung freely in his face.

if Miya's vibe hadn't gotten killed by that creep, she would've definitely shot her shot at that moment.

"you heard me, shorty?" Von's voice knocked Miya out of her thoughts as she looked up at him, subtly realizing the height difference between them.

"huh?"

"i asked if you was a'ight. you got a lil' bruise formin' right hea' an' shit." Von repeated, leaning down to her ear so she could hear him better, as his cologne flooded Miya's nostrils and she nearly melted in front of him.

"oh, my bad, i'm good. thank you for askin'." Miya assured, cracking a smile, as Von nodded his head and held out his hand, signaling for her to grab it and follow him.

grabbing onto his hand, Miya felt all her uncomfortableness wash away as her palm rested in his, following close behind him while he led her out of the crowded hallway and towards the front door. though Miya hadn't known him for long, something about him made her feel safe, and she didn't know what it was. regardless of what it was, she was grateful he showed up when he did, or Lord knows what would've happened to her.

the two walked out of the front door and Miya's eyes instantly locked on her friends. Imani and Kierra were flirting with what seemed like two men who were friends and Breanna stood by the car on her phone tapping vigorously like she was texting someone. suddenly, Miya's phone began buzzing over and over again, and once she checked it, she realized Breanna had been texting her the whole time and none of her messages had delivered until now because Miya didn't have good service in the bathroom or the hallway.

come to find out, Von spotted Breanna being hit on by the same creep that approached Miya, and he defended her and took her outside with Imani and Kierra, but because Miya's phone didn't have good service, Breanna couldn't warn her about the creep in time, so she sent Von back inside to go look for Miya because her intuition told her that something was wrong.

"aye, Bre', i got ha' fa' you." Von announced, making Breanna look up from her phone, as Von let Miya's hand go and Breanna quickly rushed over to the girl, engulfing her in a hug while Miya embraced her with a soft chuckle.

"you okay? you ain't run into that creepy ass drunk nigga, did you?" Breanna questioned, letting her go, as she tucked strands of her hair behind her ears.

"i'm good, Bre'. and unfortunately, i did, but i'm okay, i just got a lil' bruise on my wrist, that's all," Miya assured, showing the girl her bruise, as she looked up at Von before looking back at Breanna, "you should've seen the way he started stutterin' when Von came. if i wasn't uncomfortable as hell, i woulda' busted out laughin'."

"he did the same shit when i was in there, niggas don't ever learn they lesson, girl," Breanna chuckled, analyzing her wrist and gently holding it in her hand before letting it go, "lemme' get the keys off you, My'My, i'm 'bout to go sit in the car 'til y'all ready to go."

Miya took her purse off her shoulder and handed it to Breanna as she took it and walked off to the car, digging in it and grabbing the keys while she unlocked the doors and slid into the passenger seat. as if on cue with the car door closing, Von and Miya locked eyes, a shy smile creeping onto Miya's face while she broke away from his gaze and glanced at the ground.

"thank you for steppin' in back there with that creep. if it wasn't for you, i would've had more than just a lil' bruise." Miya thanked him as Von chuckled at seeing her purposely avoid his gaze and cracked a small smile.

"you scareda' me a'sum'?" Von joked as Miya's smile slightly widened and she laughed, their eyes locking for a second time while Miya slightly fiddled with the strap on her dress, "but that ain't nun', Miya, i'm just doin' what a real nigga 'posed to do, y'know what i'm sayin'? niggas ain't 'posed to be doin' no ho ass shit like that to no female."

"duh, i know that, but still... thank you for bein' there, Von," Miya smiled as Von smiled at her and nodded his head, "any way i can repay you for your heroic act?"

"yeen' gotta' do nun', shorty, it's cool," Von assured, pushing his locs out of his face, "but since you offerin', lemme' get'cho numba' and lemme' take you on a date."

"...you fo'real?" Miya hesitantly asked, raising a brow, as a large smile slowly spread across her face.

"i'm deadass, shorty. i'an call you my girl fa' no reason," Von chuckled as Miya's brows slightly furrowed before she quickly realized that he did say that when he came to her defense, "plus, i gotta' make sure you straight at all times, ma. can't have no otha' random ass creepy niggas fuckin' with'chu, gang."

"mhm... i guess," Miya joked, blushing, as Von laughed and she held out her hand, wanting him to give her his phone, "where you gon' take me, Von?"

"now, why would i tell you that, ma?" Von chuckled as the two swapped phones and exchanged numbers, "i want it to be a surprise. it wouldn't be a surprise no mo' if i told you where i wanna take you, Miya."

"okay, you got a point," Miya laughed as she took her phone back and her eyes locked on his contact name, "Von 🦁", making her smile before she turned her phone off, "it's gettin' late, i should probably go get my girls from them random niggas over there before they get kidnapped."

"aye, my niggas ain't no kidnappers, girl. 'Mani and Kierra in good hands," Von chuckled, catching Miya off guard because she had no idea he and her friends' acquaintances were connected, "but you should be gettin' home anyway. you got a curfew, lil' mama."

"oh, please, boy, i'm grown as fuck," Miya playfully sassed as the two laughed before Miya turned her attention to her friends, "aye, lover girls! time to go home!"

as if on cue with Miya's words, Breanna started up the car, the headlights shining into the front yard while Kierra and Imani came stumbling over to the vehicle with drunken smiles on their faces.

"well, i got kids to take care of. see you later, Vonny." Miya joked as Von chuckled and the two embraced each other in a warm hug, his hand gently grabbing her arm and kissing her bruised wrist before the two parted ways.

"let me know when you make it home and i'ma call you, a'ight?" Von asked as Miya smiled and heard a car door shut, making her glance behind Von to see Imani and Kierra in the backseat.

"I will."

[priniya]

JEALOUSY !

sumarry: tsukishima gets extremely jealous when a certain outside hitter tries to hit on you, unbeknownst to him – you’re already taken and your boyfriend doesn’t like sharing.

notes: tsukishima kei x reader, jealous type of boyfriend, also a brief moment of iwaizumi hajime x reader. also reader is way shorter than kei, but if you’re tall just skip the part. also not proofread.

word count: 1.3k

kei didn’t want to be at the party in the first place. he has been a more introverted kind of person throughout his whole life, and changing it wasn’t even a thing in his mind. but you asked him to be there. and there was nothing that could make tsukishima refuse you. you were the only one occupying the boy’s brain all the time anyway.

so when he agreed to your idea, you promised to send him the address and smiled delightedly. it would be your first social event since you started dating a few weeks ago. and since you two attended different schools, no one besides yamaguchi and kageyama knew.

it was definitely a sweet thing, enjoying each other’s presence without being forced to hear mean comments how you two didn’t fit together or something else that would’ve just got on your nerves and the boy would have to calm you before you threw hands on someone.

before tsukishima got to the house of your classmate, you had already been there, dropped off by your mom, who wanted to be sure of your location. a quick promise to be walked home by someone was said and you were free, waiting on your boyfriend.

me: text me when you get here and i’ll find you somewhere

the house was filled with seijoh students from different years and classes. you could recognize most of them, as you weren’t really someone new there. tōru oikawa, the school’s star, standing next to matsukawa and hamaki somewhere nearby the staircase, tanjiro from the basketball team was talking to a girl from a year above while a third year was talking to someone you couldn’t see.

the heavy scent of alcohol mixed with smoke itched your nostrils, and you grimaced as you entered the kitchen, accidentally bumping into someone.

“hey, you’re alright?” a familiar voice spoke out, his hands on your arms to prevent you from falling. “l/n-san, nice to see you here.” with that words said, you realized it was iwaizumi hajime who you were talking to.

“don’t say you didn’t expect me to be here, iwaizumi-san.” you laughed, moving to be closer to the counter, pouring yourself a drink. you could feel his eyes tracing around your body, as if the ace tried to remember your curves like it was the last time you see each other. unfortunately for iwaizumi, you were too oblivious to catch a sign. “what you’re looking at?”

“uh-” he stuttered, flushing like a tomato. “your dress. it brings out your curves, you look gorgeous.” hajime added after a minute, bringing his eyes up to your face.

you looked more than just gorgeous, you looked ethereal. with the perfect, black eyeliner on your eyelids with an eyeshadow that fitted your eye colour. and oh my god the dress. you wore a tight, backless, black dress with a split on your left thigh (your mom wasn’t too pleased about it tho).

it was the first time you dressed like that to a friday party, always wearing cargo pants and tank tops with a zipper hoodie you once stole from tobio. your boyfriend was the reason why you dressed like that, you wanted to see him breathless, happy having a girlfriend that hot.

“thank you.” a soft smile spread over your mouth as you took a sip of your drink. “is there any occasion? wanna catch somebody’s eye?” the boy asked, his eyes not leaving your lips.

“actually… yes.” you laughed at the sound of your reply, and leaned your back on the counter behind you. iwaizumi swore he could feel his heart skip a beat upon hearing your words. he knew you had a long time crush on him in the junior high, and now he felt like the heavens finally gave him a chance.

“hey, uh. i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now.” he began, getting a little closer to you. “wouldn’t you like to go out somewhere next sunday? like on a date.”

that’s when you connected the dots and froze. he thought you were talking about him. out of all people, it had to be hajime that you bumped in. gosh. you chugged down your drink before revealing you’re in a happy relationship, but eventually it wasn’t you who said that.

“maybe in two weeks? she’s already going out with her boyfriend on that sunday.” kei, who walked to the two of you out of sudden, remarked harshly, wrapping an arm around your waist. pulling you away from the ace, gently but swiftly.

“oh.” was the only thing that came from hajime.

tsukishima didn’t need to hear any more, pushing the respect for his seniors aside in his mind, he took your hand in his and walked out of the kitchen. and when normally he wasn’t the one to show any affection in public, then that day was an exception. maybe for the extreme jealousy he felt rushing in his veins when he noticed you with hajime and especially after hearing how he tried to ask you out.

and before you could even realize, his lips crushed into yours passionately. in public, so everyone from your school could see it and not hit on you anymore. after a few moments, you would just drag your boyfriend into an empty room, right. a rush of adrenaline must have got to him when he sat you down on a drawer, so the kisses would be more comfortable for both of you since the height difference.

he pulled away for a second, cupping your cheek with his hand and aside from melting under his soft touch, you melted even more after seeing how kei smiled at you. “you don’t even know how much i love you.” he empathized. “i don’t even know if i ever felt something like that towards anyone else. if someone ever had me choosing between something and you, i’d always choose you.”

tsukishima’s words destroyed you. it wasn’t anything bad, obviously, but it was the third time he spoke up about his feelings towards you, the first happened when you misunderstood his intention and thought of your first-date as a casual, friends hangout, the second when he confessed he likes you in a way he doesn’t like anyone else and now… he dropped the L-bomb. your boyfriend has never been the type of someone who’s fond of his words, and expressing emotions was hard for him as well. you felt your eyes watering, and thank god that you chose waterproof mascara.

“did i say something wrong…?” he was confused by your reaction, he knew you so well, yet he couldn’t tell why his girlfriend was crying in the first place. you immediately shook your head and by pulling in the fabric of his collar, you kissed him again. hands on the back of his neck, rubbing it gently, while his wandered around the length of your thighs.

“i love you” you spoke out as he pressed his forehead to yours. you could feel his body loosen up upon hearing your confession. “and there’s never gonna be anyone better for me than you.”

“next thing, me, you in that dress and a dinner at my house together on sunday?” he smiled at you, caressing soft circles on your leg. “and then afterwards, me, you in my hoodie and whatever movie you wanna watch.”

“i don’t know if i’m free, baby. gotta stand in line.” you chuckled as tsukishima rolled his eyes. “hmm, but if you say i get to keep the hoodie, then i can cancel some guys.”

“it’s not like you wouldn’t keep it anyway.”

(another part of tsukishima x seijoh!reader, here)

[dino-fart]

The Princess and Her Galaxy | Chapter 1: Unexpected Visitor

Summary + Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Pairing: Bo-Katan x Female!Reader x Din Djarin

Genre: Romance, SMUT 18+ Only

Summary: You are a medic who served Bo-Katan and her team. When Bo-Katan lost the darksaber, you stay by her side even when her team left her. Now in Kalevala, the two of you keep each other company, that is until The Mandalorian shows up. 

You walked out of the shared bedroom in a royal blue backless, plunging neck, split thigh dress, and silver high heels. You had your hair open and loose in it’s natural defined wavy texture, your bangs off to the right side of your face. You sauntered over to the throne room and approached the throne from behind. And there she was, your princess, your strong and beloved Bo-Katan...Sound asleep on her throne in her armor, you found it odd that she found the cold stone throne was more comforting than the bed. 

You gently moved to straddle her lap and your hands roamed over her breastplate and up to her shoulders. You began to gently massage her shoulders and gasped when you felt her hands grip your hips quickly. “Mmm, and what are you doing, my love?” She mumbled and slowly opened her eyes. 

“You looked tense, maybe it’s from sleeping on the throne?” You teased. 

“Probably, perhaps my medic should do something about it~” Bo-Katan smirked and slapped your ass. 

You gasped softly and grinned, “Maybe I should but you are too stubborn.” 

“You love that about me.” 

“Do I?” You smirked. 

“Seems like I need to convince you...” Bo-Katan said in a low voice and sat up. Her gloved hands roamed your bare thighs and she dipped her head between your breasts. You moaned softly and ran your fingers through her red hair. She pushed the fabric of the dress that covered your breasts to the side. Your nipples were hard as the cold air hit but you didn’t have long to react before Bo-Katan began to suck on one nipple and groped the other. 

“Fuck, Bo...” You threw your head back and rocked your hips against hers. 

Bo-Katan chucked and pulled back to run her tongue along your breasts and up to your neck. She kissed along your jawline and moved her hand to slip into your panties. “You knew exactly what you were doing coming here in this sexy dress.” Bo-Katan slapped your ass again. 

“I-I need you, Bo...Please...” You begged, rocking your hips faster. Bo-Katan moved her hand from your ass to grip your hair and kissed you roughly. She slipped her tongue in your mouth and danced with your tongue. You groaned and your hands moved frantically to find the clasps of her armor.

She pressed her breastplate against your bare back and nipped your ear. “Bounce on this cock, my star. Show me how much you need me.” She cooed and moved her head to your neck and bit down roughly. You moaned loudly, the sound echoed throughout the roam. You bounced your hips against the strap-on and fucked yourself. Bo-Katan sucked on the bite and chuckled in your ear. “Good girl.” She cooed and turned your head with her hand in your hair and kissed you passionately. 

A few moments later, you were face down, ass up on the throne with your hands gripping the edge of the arm of the throne to keep yourself steady as Bo-Katan thrusted her blue strap-on, that was hooked over her pants, deep inside of you. The fact that she still had her armor on drove you nuts. Yet you on the other hand had your panties off, the skirt of your dress pushed to the side to show off your ass, and the straps of the dress moved off of your breasts completely. You needed to feel her bare skin on yours. “Bo...” You panted and yelped when Bo-Katan’s hand slapped your ass hard. She gripped your hair again to pull your head back. 

When she pulled back from the kiss and smirked seeing your lips red and puffy and tears of pleasure streaming down your face. “My little whore.” She whispered against your lips and moved away from your face. She sat back up and pushed your face down against the stone and her other hand on your hip. She adjusted her hips and began to pound into you mercilessly. 

“FUCK!” You screamed in pleasure and Bo-Katan was getting wet at your moans. 

The entire room was filled with the sounds of the strap-on slapping against your ass. You were close to your orgasm but you knew you couldn’t let yourself be exhausted. You had your princess to serve after all. You came hard on the strap-on but Bo-Katan didn’t stop her thrusts. You were an overstimulated, sobbing mess as Bo-Katan didn’t let up.

In the midst of Bo-Katan fucking you, the footman droid walked into the room. “I am sorry to interrupt, your majesty, but you have a visitor arriving soon.” It said. 

“N-Now? Who is it?” Bo-Katan grunted as she continued to fuck you. 

“I am not sure, but the ship should be landing soon.” The footman droid said. 

Bo-Katan groaned angrily and slowed her movements. “I need to find out what fool is coming here. Then I’ll finish what I started.” Bo-Katan slapped your ass hard. 

You nodded and Bo-Katan gently pulled you up to sit up on the throne. She took off the strap on and tucked it under the blanket that had her helmet on it. You pulled the straps of the dress back over your breasts and grabbed your panties. You stuffed them in Bo-Katan’s pant pocket and kissed her greedily. Bo-Katan smirked and cupped your face as she kissed you. “You can stay if you want, but if you tease me I will punish you.” She smirked. You bit your lip and nodded. Bo-Katan cleaned your legs up with a small towel she had under the blanket which made you wonder if she had planned this...

“Your majesty, your guest is here.” The footman droid announced and stepped to the side as the infamous Mandalorian stood there with the small pod floating next to him. 

“Why are you here?” Bo-Katan snarled. 

You were sitting on your knees on the throne behind her. Your fingers ran through her hair and you looked over at the silver-armored bounty hunter. “I, uh, I’m sorry to interrupt.” The Mandalorian said distracted by your beauty. 

“If you were sorry, you would’ve called.” She glared. 

You leaned close to Bo-Katan’s ear, “My love, what is that?” 

“Hm?” 

“The little creature in the pod.” 

“That’s the little foundling that the Mandalorian refuses to let go.” Bo-Katan smirked at the Mandalorian. 

“His name is Grogu.” The bounty hunter corrected. 

“He’s cute.” You smiled. 

“You’re welcome to come up to him.” The Mandalorian offered.

“Bo, can I?” You asked your princess softly. 

“You may.” Bo-Katan nodded and you kissed her cheek gently. She smiled watching you walk over to the pod. You tickled Grogu’s hands and played with him while Bo-Katan and Mandalorian talked. Toward the end of the conversation, you stopped playing with the child and turned to Bo-Katan. You heard her tell him that she has no interest in going to the Mines of Mandalore. 

You sighed in relief, not wanting to lose the love of your life. You could hear the determination and disappointment in the Mandalorian’s voice. You gave him a small smile, “I wish you luck in your journey and may the force be with you.” 

“Thank you...” The Mandalorian simply said and watched you walk back over to Bo-Katan. His gaze lingering on your form and your beautiful face.

You stood next to the throne and watched as the Mandalorian continued to stand there. Why was he still here? 

Bo-Katan raised a brow at him, thinking the same as you. “Do you still need something, Din Djarin?” She eyed him. 

Din Djarin...So that was his name...

You watched him look at Grogu and then back at the two of you. 

“If your majesty would allow it...I’d like to rest here for the night.” Din asked. 

Bo-Katan turned to you, “Are you alright with that?” 

You smiled kindly at her and moved your hand to gently brush her hair back, “Yes, my love.” Bo-Katan turned her head slightly to kiss the palm of your hand and turned back to the bounty hunter and child. “You leave in the morning.” She said. 

“Thank you.” Din nodded his head. 

Bo-Katan gestured the footman droid to escort him into the depths of the castle where the bedrooms were. You waved goodbye to the two of them and turned to your princess. She was now standing a few inches from you with a big grin on her face. “Looks like we’ll have to be very quiet.” Bo-Katan pulled you close to her by your waist and kissed you tenderly. 

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Chapter 24 Dance Magic

When they got to the club Callum was chatting with the bouncer at the door, “Oi, Marcus, there’s my Lass and her lot now, want you to meet ‘em,” Callum looked a little surprised when he noticed the tall dark haired vampire with them, “Oi, Angel, didn’t expect you here. Thought Faith said you were more of a quiet night in sort.”

“Just being social. Owed Faith a favor.”

Callum quickly introduced them all to Marcus, a powerfully built man with a dark complexion, nearly as tall as Callum. “Faith love, this is the friend I mentioned. The one who helped Angus hold me back. He’s a good friend.”

“I got one of those too,” she said, hooking a thumb towards Angel who was making a feeble attempt at looking friendly.

Callum pulled her in for a quick kiss, “What do ya say Marcus?”

“Oh go on then, just because you got a lady with a crew,” he winked and waved them through with an easy grin, “Have a good time Ross. Oh, ‘fore I forget; We still on for that thing at your brothers place next weekend?”

“Sure thing,” Callum answered as he pulled Faith in close to him and through into the club. He bent low to her ear, “That sweet little number for me?” he asked as he took in the strappy backless black dress she had worn with Ursula’s boots.

“What do you think?”

“I think I’m going to need you to come back to my flat tonight.”

“Already planning on it. No bra.”

“I like it,” Callum smiled as they made their way to the bar, “Oi, Eddie!” He called to the bartender.

Eddie, as it turned out, was a bombshell with cotton-candy-pink hair that had been pulled back in a curly half ponytail. She wore a shimmering pink contouring dress that matched her hair. A rose vine tattoo ran the length of her right arm and more roses graced her collarbone. Her face split into a sunny smile when she saw him, “Ross! Oh my God Ross! It’s been too long! Blimey, I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“Been busy, Doll-face. Brought someone here I want you to meet. Eddie, this beautiful woman here is Faith. Faith, this is Eddie. Gemma‘s other best friend,” he said with a grin aimed at Eddie.

Eddie put a hand out to Faith, “Hey there, must be pretty special if he’s bringing you in here. Have you met Gemma yet?”

“No, I haven't had a chance to meet her yet. I know her mom. She’s sort of dating my eh- Cousin’s stepdad.”

“Bet that makes for some interesting double dates.”

“Don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” Callum interjected, “we’re actually out with her people tonight. Brought her cousin and her bloke and Faith’s best-mate,” Callum looked around to see where they had gotten to and saw them only a few feet away. Angel sulking with his hands in his pockets watching as Spike pulled Buffy close. She had her back pressed against him as they rocked half-heartedly to the music thumping through the club.

“There they are, Lass. Can you pull ‘em over; they can meet Eddie. In my experience it’s always good to be friendly with the bartender.”

Eddie winked, “Been a sweet talker since we were in nappies.”

“Oh go on, Eddie. Five beers,” he said as he glanced up at Faith on her way over to the others.

Faith was back in seconds with Buffy pulling Spike along with her with a look of farrell amusement on his face. Angel followed looking like he would rather be anywhere but in a crowd of people.

Faith got close to Buffy so she could talk in her ear, “I’m surprised Tall-dark-and-gloomy even came. What the hell is he doing?”

“Hell if I know. I thought you were going to work on him. Maybe Spike laid into him again or something. I don’t know, it would be the second time in less than two days. I kind of can’t wait until he leaves.”

“Damn, B, where was that attitude before you shoved a knife in my gut?”

Buffy rolled her eyes, “Surprises me too.”

“Callum has a friend he wants you to meet.”

“Bubblegum Barbie?”

“I play nice with your friends.”

“I’m nice. And since when did you have friends you haven’t tried to kill?”

“Ok so maybe I’m socially challenged. Doesn’t mean I can’t try.”

As they reached the bar Faith sidled up next to Callum letting him wrap a hand around her hip. Spike took a seat on a barstool and pulled Buffy onto his lap. Buffy wrapped her arm around his neck making it a mutually possessive gesture.

Angel accepted a beer from Callum looking and feeling like the very definition of a fifth wheel. It took him a moment to realize Callum had been introducing them all to the perky pink haired woman behind the bar.

“I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?” He pointed to his ear as if he couldn’t hear over the noise instead of not paying attention.

It worked because she smiled brightly as she extended her hand to Angel, “I’m Edwina, everyone just calls me ‘Eddie’.”

“Angel.”

“That’s an unusual name.”

“I get that a lot.”

She took her hand back a little reluctantly, “Something wrong with the beer?”

Angel looked at it, “Oh I’m sure it’s fine. Beer’s not really my thing.”

“Pass it here, Peaches,” Spike said loudly over the din, he turned towards Eddie, “Two bourbons on the rocks for me and my mate, love. Cal? Faith? Something stronger?”

“I’ll stick to beer thanks,” Callum replied.

“I’ll take one,” Faith answered, “B? You drinking more than beer?”

“I’m alright. I really just want to dance.”

“Better make mine neat then, Eddie,” Spike said.

Eddie poured the drinks. Spike slapped some money on the counter, “Keep the change, love.” Spike accepted his drink and downed it in one long pull and patted Buffy on the hip indicating she should get off his lap, “The lady wishes to dance, then dance the lady shall.”

Angel watched a moment as Spike led Buffy to the floor and disappeared into the crowd.

“Bloody poet,” Callum snorted good-naturedly, “Makes the rest of us look like Neanderthals.”

“Never cared for poetry myself,” Eddie said, winking at Angel before she left to tend to other customers.

Angel laughed a little bitterly, “I haven't read any of his stuff in years. Didn’t think he advertised that about him.”

“He doesn’t. I guess he started writing again in LA,” Faith paused, taking a sip of her drink, “So what really made you come out tonight?” Faith asked.

“Giles sort of kicked me out for the night. I guess he thought things were going to take longer with the Minch thing and he invited his lady-friend over. I ahh didn’t really know what else to do. It was just weird, he had on Pink Floyd and everyone is always telling me to lighten up… So… I thought I’d give it a try,” he huffed.

Faith raised an eyebrow, “Go, Giles.”

Callum finished his drink and squeezed Faith’s side, “Care to dance, Lass?”

“What do you say Angel? I can take two on one,” she winked.

That actually got a laugh out of Angel, “Yeah, I can give it a try. I’m definitely not much of a dancer.”

“Dude, I figured,” she turned to Callum, “You mind, Babe?”

“Threesomes on the dance floor are fine, I draw the line at the bedroom,” he said as he moved one broad hand to her stomach, pulling her back into him. Then he relaxed his hand back down to her hip.

“Yeah you really don’t have to worry about that.”

“Spike said you had a thing for blondes,” Callum smirked.

“I’m gonna—“ Angel grumbled.

Faith gripped Callum’s hand where it rested on her hip then extended a hand towards Angel pulling them both to the dance floor. She kept herself pressed against Callum grinding against him while simultaneously trying to get Angel to show a little interest in dancing.

“Oh come on Angel, loosen up. Not like we’re asking you to get your happy on, just have some fun,” she said as she pulled him up closer and moved her hips against Callum.

Angel smiled a little at his friend. Seeing her this happy and relaxed gave him a sense of pride for not giving up on her. She had really come a long way since prison. With that thought Angel attempted a little more than just simply swaying to the music. Faith concealed a laugh by turning towards Callum a moment before turning back to face Angel. She caught sight of Buffy and Spike just a few feet away behind Angel. They were pressed together tightly, clearly enjoying each other. Faith knew better than to stare so she grabbed Angel’s hands, placing them on her waist as she turned to face Callum with a sultry look in her eyes. The message was clear; yes she was letting, or making, Angel touch her but she was saving it all just for him. Callum bent down to kiss Faith. His lips and tongue demanded more of her and she could feel him growing hard under his pants. Angel started to draw away, but Faith clutched at his hand holding it in place while she ran her other hand to the nape of Callum’s neck. She was enjoying this.

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The music shifted and Spike scoffed, “Damn wankers can’t come up with anything original. Have to rehash the oldies.”

“What are you talking about?” Buffy felt like she had to practically yell over the music.

Spike tapped his temple with two fingers and Buffy nodded. I knew this would come in handy. Spike grinned.

What were you talking about?

Oh, that. It’s just this song. This mix. It’s layered on top of another song. Used to be real popular at balls and what not.

Like when you were alive?

Exactly.

Wasn’t that all like piano and harpsichord and stuff?

Spike gave her an exasperated look, It’s under all the techno drivel. It’s there. Just listen. Think I can remember the dance that went along with it too. He thought as he pushed her away slightly and repositioned his hands. He took one of her hands in his and placed his other on her back. Just follow my lead.

Spike started moving Buffy along, guiding her in a waltz. They didn’t even notice when people on the dance floor started to part for them. Suddenly Buffy felt herself pulled into their mind-scape. They were in a brightly lit ballroom. Buffy glanced down at herself and noticed she was dressed in an impossibly beautiful green silk gown. It was exactly the same shade as the halter top she had on. She was dancing with Spike. Or rather William. His hair was darker and longer and he was dressed very differently in formal wear. His blue eyes were the same, except they peered out at her from behind a pair of glasses. Despite the changes, she recognised him easily. She knew without having to think about it that this was the man he had been before meeting Drusilla. Buffy felt herself smiling at the man she had fallen in love with.

What are you doing? She asked.

Sharing a memory of sorts, I think. I just sort of cobbled this together. Does it bother you?

Heck no! I sort of love seeing you like this. Is this what you really looked like, before?

A desperate, poncy little dandy, mama’s boy? Yes, Love, it is. In all my pathetic glory.

Don’t do that. That’s so not what I see when I see you like this.

And what exactly do you see?

Sexy, in a bookish kinda way.

Bookish yes, dunno about sexy.

I do. This is definitely hot.

The two of them spun around the dance floor enjoying the subtle erotic push and pull laced through the movements of the dance. After what seemed like a long time, the song within the song ended and the two of them came out of the shared vision and back to the dance floor. They pressed back together, easily moving to the music.

Buffy looked up into Spike’s eyes, still the same cool blue. He was watching her as she twisted this way and that, rubbing against him every chance she got. Spike dipped his head while she pressed her back to him firmly, kissing her neck.

I’m loving this, I should have taken you dancing sooner, he thought.

Didn’t we dance at The Bronze?

Not sure about dancing, definitely snogged a few times. Fought a lot. There was that time on the balcony, I kinda liked that.

Hummm… not so much, that was demeaning.

I know that now. I am sorry about that bit. But it was also pretty sodding exhilarating wasn’t it? If memory serves, you barely objected. Could have objected. Quite strongly in fact. Pretty sure I only had to do a little something like this… In the club Spike’s hands never left her waist. However, in her mind, Buffy could suddenly feel the delicious sensation of his hands working up her thighs under her skirt and over to her hot center. She shuddered involuntarily, making him grin. He shifted his gaze to the floor above them and tapped her on the shoulder. Could give it another go, more expeditionary and less demeaning this time?

Buffy shook her head, Not without the duster. Let’s save that for later. Like home later. I’m having fun.

Spike just shrugged and leaned down to kiss her. Whatever the lady likes. Noticed you didn’t say anything about our little mind game.

Buffy gasped a little as his phantom hands caressed her and slipped inside of her. Pleasuring her. On the dance floor Spike pressed his knee between her thighs, allowing her to grind on him if she wished. She did. Buffy continued to dance, moving her hips and pressing into him. She could feel his erection waiting for her. Then suddenly out of nowhere, any inhibitions they had still been holding on to simply melted away. Like dirt slipping away under a hot shower. Suddenly Buffy couldn’t remember why having sex right there on the dance floor was such a bad idea.

Oh God, William, I think…

I feel you, Pet. You’re so beautiful when you’re all hot for me. I could never get enough of you. Not ever. I need you.

Their lips met, hungry for each other. Their hands suddenly groping feverishly. Just then someone bumped into Buffy pushing her into Spike. They staggered a little and the spell was broken. They both crashed back to reality as they were brought back to their senses and they were on high alert.

Spike ran a hand across the back of his neck in agitation, You feel that, Love?

You mean whatever just made me want to say ‘screw it’ and do the horizontal tango right here in a crowd of people not caring that you don’t even have your long coat on to hide it?

That’d be it. I could have done it too. That was intense. Thought it was just us. This connection thing getting the better of us, you know, but look around. It’s definitely not just us.

He was right, everywhere they looked people had started groping and feeling, grinding and rubbing. Way more than usual in a place like this. Buffy looked to see who had bumped into them but only saw another couple that looked totally engrossed in each other.

Give it a little longer and it’ll all turn into one big orgy.

Oh God, Angel!

Angelus…

They looked around for their friends, they were only a few feet away and Faith looked like she was having the time of her life pressed between Callum and Angel. She was facing Callum and had one leg wrapped firmly around him. Angel pressed in close behind Faith holding her in place with one hand on her stomach, grinding against her backside, she had no idea where his other hand was. Buffy suddenly realized that Callum’s hands mirrored Angel’s and she couldn’t see his other hand either. However, Faith for her part, was desperately trying to free him from the confines of his pants.

Humm yeah, Babe, I definitely don’t want to watch that.

No pet names just now alright?

Ehhh… Why? Are you seriously complaining?

No, trying to keep it in my pants.

I’m more worried about Callum and Angel right now.

Right, you are. Alright, I got this. Spike smirked as he took two long strides towards the trio and punched Angel in the side of the jaw. Angel staggered back from Faith shaking his head with a hand to his jaw.

“What the hell was that, Spike?”

Spike raised his eyebrows and looked around the club exasperated, “You’re welcome, you bloody wanker. She’s your friend, you great lumbering pillock!”

Angel’s eyes flickered and his gaze fell on Faith where she was still fairly engrossed in Callum. The punch had interrupted them enough that she had stopped trying to open his pants. But they were still kissing with both sets of hands now thankfully visible. Angel shot an arm out pulling Faith back towards him forcefully. He vamped and held her in front of him until she snapped out of it and punched him in the face.

Angel let his face melt back into place and felt his jaw on the other side. “What did you do that for, you ass!” She yelled at him over the music.

“There’s some kind of a spell or something going on here.”

“Oh hell,” she grumbled and looked over at Callum who was still staring at Angel. “First vamp face,” she explained.

“Seriously? What about Spike?”

“Don’t think they took that step in their relationship,” Faith scoffed. “Cal! Snap out of it!”

“What just— what was that?“

“Told you he was a vampire, that’s what they look like when they’re not all human-y.”

“Humm… yeah… ok…”

“Looks like we got another mystery, gang,” Buffy said in a falsely upbeat tone.

“My money is on the bloody DJ.”

Angel turned to Spike, “What makes you say that?”

“That last song or bit of the mix or whatever the bloody hell this rot is. It was built on top of an old ditty.”

“How old?”

“A bit older than my corpse.”

“We danced to it,” Buffy interjected, “There was an old dance that went along with it. Spike and I danced to it.”

Angel narrowed his eyes looking at Spike, “How do you remember this stuff?”

Spike shrugged, “I don’t know. You got that whole photographic memory thing; I got this recall thing for music and such. I don’t tend to question it much.”

“Drusilla always loved to dance.”

“That she did,” Spike agreed.

“You were always the better dancer.”

“What happened to you? You used to be able to at least move your feet. I know Darla took you out enough times.”

“Ballroom is different than this— whatever this is…”

Buffy rolled her eyes between the two of them “Okay, come on guys can we get back on track? You two can reminisce about the good all days some other time. Look at these people. We don’t get something figured out pretty soon, it’s going to get super awkward in here. And after Paris I am so not interested in seeing a whole club full of that.”

“What the hell happened in Paris?” Angel asked, confused.

“Interrupted that demon while he was getting his rocks off. It sort of left a mark.”

“Glad I missed that one.”

“I’d take that over the biggest orgy in history,” Faith said, raising an eyebrow.

“Not the biggest, might be in the top ten,” Angel said absently looking around.

“You know Angel, this sort of reminds me of that time in—“ Spike stopped abruptly at the looks Angel and Buffy gave him, “What? We were evil; not like that sort of thing didn’t— Oh fine, how do we stop it?”

“Spike, you take out the DJ. Shut down the music. Faith, and I are going rabbit hunting. Angel, you go with Callum, see if Eddie or the bouncer guy know anything that could help. Get people cleared out as best as you can.”

Spike didn’t wait. He let out a growl and hurled himself up towards the DJ, ripping out cords with a flourish. The lights on the podium died first. Spike pulled out a few more cords and the music stopped.

The DJ, a thin man with a pinched face and shoulder length greasy black hair, snapped his head up to look at Spike, “What’s your problem, you nutter!” he yelled.

Spike grabbed the DJ by the front of his shirt and looked out over the dance floor. He could see Buffy and Faith moving on the outer edge of the bewildered crowd. Buffy caught his eye and he shook his head. He hadn’t seen anyone trying to bolt.

Spike held onto the DJ, “It was the song wasn’t it?”

“I— I—“ he sputtered.

“The one with the Victorian Era ditty worked in. Am I right?”

“I— humm, I— yeah! Yeah it was. Don’t hurt me man!”

Spike snarled as he threw him down into a chair just as Buffy and Faith joined them. Now it was Buffy’s turn, “Alright Mr. DJ, sing. What did you do to these people?”

“I— nothing. Nothing, they didn’t really want to do. I just wanted to get the party really pumping and guarantee I’d get a steady gig at the club.”

“You did this for a gig?” Faith asked.

“I’m more interested in the how. That song packed a punch,” Buffy pointed out towards the crowd of still bewildered people, some had started to leave while others went up to the bar. Several couples didn’t seem to realize the music had stopped. More likely they just didn’t care. “Look at these people! This wasn’t just some gig.”

“I’m thinking, some sort of a lust spell. You don’t strike me as the mojo sort. Where’d you get it? And what does that song have to do with it?”

“I got it from some chick. I was at the bar and—“

“If you say you made a wish, so help me—“

“How did you know?”

Buffy groaned and turned to Spike, “The only two I knew are gone now. I guess we got a new player.”

“Vengeance demons are a dime-a-dozen and they’re not the only ones that deal in wishes, Love.”

Buffy turned back to the DJ, “What was the wish?”

“I wished I had something to work into the beat that would really let people lose themselves in the music and have a good time. I wanted something to help me book gigs.”

“And what you got was something that made everyone forget about their sexual inhibitions… you magically roofied everyone in the club!” Spike snarled, his eyes turning yellow with anger.

Buffy laid a hand gently on Spike’s chest, “I got this, Honey”, she felt a low rumble tear through his chest, “Spike, Babe, I got this.”

Spike took a deep breath, making a show of calming down, “Right, Love, you’re right.”

“Doesn’t sound super vengeance-y does it?” Buffy asked Spike.

“Depends.”

She turned back to the DJ, “Were you angry at someone? Maybe an old employer?”

“I’d just lost my last steady gig. They told me my set lacked passion.”

“And there it is!” Buffy said.

“I’d like to see someone say my art lacks passion now,” he grinned.

“Oh I can! Easy. That little tune you got buried in there isn’t anything new. A bit cheeky, by Victorian standards, which don’t say much. It was the spell worked into it that did all this,” he gestured around the room.

“I don’t see what the big deal is, they’re all adults they knew what they were doing.”

Faith scoffed, “Oh damn Buff, if you don’t punch him I will.”

Buffy shrugged a shoulder in response and Faith punched him in the mouth, “Pig! That thing made my best friend stick his hand up my dress, you ass!”

“Oww! Look, this lady just gave me the song. I laid it in. I told you everything I know.”

Buffy’s eyebrows raised but she didn’t say anything to Faith. Instead she addressed the sniveling man in front of her, “Where’d you meet this lady?”

“Eh… about two weeks ago when I was down in London. I just came up here to look for work and found this gig.”

“So this is the first time you’ve used it?”

“Yeah, honest.”

Buffy nodded, “Faith go see what Callum and Angel turned up. If no one got hurt, and no lasting damage, I think we can let this creep go. There’s not much we can do about the demon now if she was in London that long ago,” Buffy huffed.

Faith nodded and headed towards the bar. Buffy turned to Spike, “Can you get this guy to give up the song and make sure it won’t be used again, Babe?”

Spike gave her a slow grin, “Be my pleasure, Pet. What are you going to do?”

“Take a look around, kick people out. The usual.”

“Have fun. Let me know when I can cut this idiot loose.”

The DJ leered at Buffy as she walked away and then looked up at Spike, “You always take orders from the little woman?”

Spike slid into his game face and growled, “I do when she’s right.”

Spike slammed a hand onto the guy’s chair. The DJ looked up nervously at Spike, “I ahh, I— it’s on there,” he pointed to the jump drive sticking out of a laptop with a shaking hand.

“This the only copy?”

He nodded, “H-how’d you pick that out any- anyway?”

“Exceptionally good hearing mate, been around a while and I’m a music lover,” he said, taking the jump drive and crushing it under his boot. The DJ squealed in dismay and sat back crestfallen.

Spike let his demon face melt back into his human form and considered the sniveling wimp in front of him, “Word of advice? Find a muse and create your own sodding stuff. Skip all this tweaking crap. And don’t make wishes around people you just met!”

“Ehh, sure… I’ll just, I’ll do that…” he frowned.

Spike waited until Buffy came back from making rounds, “What’s the damage, Pet?”

“Doesn’t look like anything too serious. Fortunately it looks like our Mix-master here was right about one thing. It was a little more than giving everyone a drink or two but less than drugging them. Even the couple I had to separate upstairs turned out to be newlyweds… that was seriously awkward.”

“You monster you,” Spike chuckled.

“I couldn’t even blame them for being pissed at me.”

“What about Bubblegum-Barbie?”

“Ahhh yeah, Callum found her behind the bar with Marcus… he said it was probably better if we just left them,” Buffy’s cheeks went pink.

“And that would be why exactly?”

“Turns out those two have been trying to get pregnant for a while now… I guess she just started fertility treatments.”

“What?”

“According to Callum they’ve been having trouble conceiving… he ah he thought it might be better to just let them go…”

“They’re married?”

“Ehh, I guess,” she shrugged.

“Would not have called that one… course I can barely make you out in all this mess.”

“Freaking vampires,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes.

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A/N: I had an idea to do a “choose your adventure” kind of thing. Please vote for your choice(s) in the comments. I can post one or all of them but I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Four choices: Two options are smut heavy fun, one smut-lite and one is just a fun little smut-free option.

1. Giles and Zara

2. Angel— A Night Out

3. Spike and Buffy

4. Faith and Callum

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──── ⠀⸼ ⸒ ✷ @swordssworn continued from here

A soft laugh fades into a hum as their lips are joined in a proper kiss.  Adrian steps closer,  pressing against his body as arms wrapped in sheer fabric wind their way around his neck.  On second thought,  they're perfectly content to stay here for the rest of the evening.  The kiss is broken but Adrian's lips hover close.  "If you like it so much, I don't see why it can't stay on."

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The Love You Want - Part 5

Sleep Token Fanfiction - Secrets & Sins

The rest of the flight is rather boring, I log into my laptop, finishing some more work & talking to Jax about my new ideas. His demeanor has changed, he is sitting comfortably, one hand resting on my lap. He looks at me in awe, searching eye contact.

After we've landed, we head to our hotel, we all have separate rooms, mine is down the hall from Jax's. We try to act normal, not letting anybody else suspect that anything has happened between us on this flight. We all head to our rooms, taking a shower & getting ready to grab dinner. Just as I get out of the shower, I hear a knock on my door. Just wearing a towel I quickly open it, seeing Jax dressed in black pants, a black button up shirt but 3 buttons are open revealing his chest. 3 black chains dangle from his neck. He is masked as always. He immediately says: "Oh, I'm so sorry for bothering you, you aren't even dressed yet." I just smile & tell him to come in. He turns around, checking the hotel floor if anyone has seen him come up to my room. He sits down on my bed, I tell him to give me a minute to throw on my dress before we go for dinner. I grab my favourite dress, dark red satin, turtle neck, backless, tight, it reaches down to my knees where a long split goes up to my hip. It's sexy, but not too revealing. I put it on, struggling to zip it up. I need some help with it so I step out of the bathroom to ask Jax to zip it up. He turns around when I walk back into the bedroom. I can hear his breath turn heavy & loud. He looks me up & down, then he lays his arms on to his lap. I can see him getting hard just by looking at me in my little red dress. I laugh, telling him to please zip the back of my dress. His hands glide over my back, I feel his bare fingers on my skin. He lets his hands wander. Down the curves of my hips, softly squeezing my butt, his touch feels like butterflies are tickling my thighs. He spins me around so I can face him, then he looks into my eyes. "Iris, I need to do an important thing now, I need you to listen to me." he says pulling out a sheet of paper from his pockets. It's wrinkly, I laugh at the sight of it. "That's how you store documents? Jesus Christ!" He hands me the paper, it's an NDA. I look at him, confused. He gently smiles at me & says: "I need you to sign this, I trust you, I really do, but protecting my identity is the most important thing to me. Please sign this, I want to show you something." He hands me a pen, I don't even bother to read the NDA, I just sign it & hand it back to him. He looks at me, it feels like minutes go by while he's just looking into my eyes, his dark silver eyes make me go weak, his lips look so kissable. Then he reaches behind his head, pulling a string. His mask comes off.

He reveals his face to me for the first time & I can't help but stare at it. He is gorgeous. His face is framed by a dark buzz cut, he looks rough, a small scar next to his left eye, soft stubbles on his cheeks, what a stunning man. He finds my eyes & says: "I hope you still want to be my secret lover after seeing me unmasked". I nod, being at a loss of words. Then I bow down, my face is inches away from his. I never break eye contact. I reach for his cheek, softly stroking it. It all happens so quickly, he jumps up from my bed, pushes me against the wall behind us & crashes his lips on mine. I taste his dry lips, they are salty, was it my tear or his? I don't even know. All I know is that I want him to continue kissing me. He is gentle, his kisses feel like soft clouds on my lips. He pushes his tongue to meet mine. I open my mouth just a little more to taste all of him. I lose track of time, how long has been kissing me now? A knock on my door rips us apart from each other. I hear Dan's voice. "Iris, we are heading off to dinner! Are you ready & have you seen Vess?" he asks. I can't hold back a quiet giggle. Yes I have seen him, I have seen all of him. I have tasted him on my lips twice today. His hands are still on my waist. I quickly answer: "Wait, I'll be ready in 2 minutes, Vess is here we are talking about some work stuff." then I plant a small kiss on Jax's lips & whisper: "Let me get my shoes & put on some lipstick". He breathes me in, stroking my back, not wanting to let go of me.

We sit down at our table in a fancy restaurant, celebrating the upcoming next weeks. Leo told the others he let me sing an NDA to be able to go out unmasked so people wouldn't recognize him on the street. They bought that excuse & didn't question why we had been in a room together. We order our food & raise our glasses. "To an amazing tour, to our brotherhood, to worship & to our new friend, Iris." Alex says. We all cheer, Jax puts his hand on my thigh while cheering with his bandmates. It almost feels like we are together, almost. We haven't talked about the details of this situationship we are in. We haven't talked a lot in general. All I can think about are his lips on mine. His hands on my body. His eyes looking right into my soul.

After dinner we decide to head to a local metal bar, I'm super excited for this. Finally no modern music but real metal I can dance to. We arrive there & see a sticker outside that says: "Best karaoke singer gets a whole tablet of drinks for free". Ryle smiles at me, takes my hand & pulls me inside the bar. He shouts: "Jax can't sing, they would immediately recognize him but Iris & I can give them a little show!". I laugh, of course he would force me to participate. I look at Jax, hoping he would say it's a stupid idea but he says: "Hell yes, do that. We need free drinks cause we hardly have any cash on us". So Ryle jumps to the karaoke guy, telling him something we can't hear. Bad Omens is playing in the background, people with dark clothes are dancing to it. Then Ryle takes my hand, I turn back to look at Leo. He nods, a soft smile is drawn onto his normally serious looking face. I let Ryle drag me on stage. He grabs a guitar & starts playing "Chokehold". I gasp. Damn, I wasn't prepared for this but now there's no going back. I close my eyes, letting the music take over my body. "

"When we were made It was no accident We were tangled up like branches in a flood I come as a blade A sacred guardian So you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood

You've got me in a chokehold You've got me in a chokehold You've got me in a -"

Ryle is playing the guitar like the god he is, hitting all the tones, making people question who is playing for them right now. I see Jax cheering me on while I'm singing his own song for him. This night is unforgettable.

After we're done playing, we head to a table & the waiter brings us free drinks, of course we won the karaoke contest. I leave to go to the bathroom, Ryle & Jax follow me. When I get out of the bathroom I hear them talking. Ryle asks Jax: "Man, is there something going on between Iris & you? I see the way you look at each other. You have never looked at a woman like that. Not one single time". Jax responds: "I don't know what you are seeing but it isn't there". Ouch. I know he needs to say that but it still hurts. Ryle responds: "Okay, if you say so. Cause I think she's amazing. We all know she's the hottest woman we've ever had around us, but apart from that, she's funny, she's talented, she's so calm, she doesn't even seem to have any flaws. I would ask her out for a date if you promise that there are no intentions from your side to ask her out. You know I respect you, you are my brother, you are more than that. No woman is ever going to get between that & if you have the slightest bit of interest in her, tell me. I can get over her, but I could never get over us losing our bond". Wow, they really are loyal to each other. Jax isn't just their band leader, he seems to be more than that. He seems to be their guardian, their priest, their highest entity. Jax is quiet, he's probably thinking about his response. Then he says: "I appreciate that, Ryle. You are more than my brother too. I would never lie to you or hide my intentions. I don't have any interests in dating her, she's a great woman, but you know that I can't let anyone come too close. I would ruin her just like I have ruined everyone I have laid an eye on in the past. There's a reason I have cut all contact to women for over 3 years now. I'm better off on my own. If you want to pursue Iris, do so. But don't mess up our work relationship with her cause we really need her, you hear me?" Damn, that was a punch into my gut. He didn't have to admit what we have going on, but he could have told him to stay away from me. A part of me wishes he had said I was his, I belonged to him only, but he didn't. He probably wasn't thinking that. He told me from the beginning that he wouldn't let me get close to him. Now we are here, deep into this situation, deep into feelings we both can't understand nor control. He's telling another man to pursue me. I won't let him get away with that, I will just play along, I will allow Ryle to pursue me.

Back at the table Ryle sits down next to me & lays an arm around my shoulder. "Iris, darling, why aren't you in a band yourself? And most importantly, why is a woman like you single? What happened to the last relationship you were in?" he asks. I smile, he's so precious. "I actually used to be in a band when I was younger but they didn't play the kind of music I liked so I left, then I got into music marketing. I have been single for 2 years now. The last man I dated wanted to marry me, but that wasn't quite what I had in mind for us so I left the day he proposed to me." I say. The boys all laugh. "Poor dude!" Dan shouts. "He actually cheated on me 3 times so he kinda deserved that." I say. I see Jax clenching his fist. He obviously gets angry at the thought of a man hurting me. "I would never do that to you, Iris." Ryle says with a smirk on his face. I jokingly lean my head against his chest & look up to his pretty brown eyes. "I know Ryle, you are an angel." I say. I see Leo shift in his seat. He can't stand the sight of me being physically close to another man. I grab Ryle's' hand when I hear one of their songs come on. "Like That" is playing & I can't miss my chance to make Jax even more jealous. He needs to pay for what he said to Ryle earlier. I drag Ryle to the dance floor, lay my arms around his neck & start dancing, singing along to the lyrics. He grabs my waist, getting closer to me. We dance for a few seconds when I see Jax getting up from the table. He says something to Dan & Alex, then he heads out of the bar. I let go of Ryle, telling him I need to get a breath of fresh air cause it's so hot in here. He wants to come with me, not wanting to leave me alone in an unfamiliar city but I decline his offer. "I'll be back in a minute, just sit down & wait for me." I say & wink at him. Then I run towards to entrance.

Jax is sitting outside on a bench, hidden behind bushes & trees, smoking a cigarette, looking at the moon. I sit down besides him. "What?" he asks me sharply. "Seems like you do have an intention to be close to me if a man dancing with me makes you storm off like that." I say. He looks at me, the moonlight is reflected in his silver eyes. "You heard that? God, Iris, you know I had to say that. I don't want anyone to know about us. This is our little secret, right? This is our safe space?" he asks. I sigh & say: "It is, Jax. But I can't deny that hearing those words felt awful. I don't want to be one of your groupies. I don't know what I want from you but I want to be close to you, I want to feel your hands all over me, I want to obey to every word you say". He takes my hand, squeezing it softly. "I don't have any groupies, I have not touched a woman in over 3 years now. I never felt the urge to do so. It's just me, my band, my music, my worship. But you changed that, you changed me. I'm scared of change. I'm scared of what could happen to me if I accept change. I have dedicated my life to music & my religion, there is no space for any distractions. I can't do that to you, dragging you along, tearing you apart." he responds. "But I can't stay away from you. You pull me towards you like a magnet. You could be an angel sent to save me or my ultimate downfall. I can't be with you but I can't be without you either." he says. "Let's just enjoy the time we have together, let's not think this deeply." I say, looking at his lips. "Let's just act like you aren't Vessel, like I'm not your marketing agent. Let's act like strangers meeting at a bar, kissing in the moonlight & making love to each other all night long until the sun comes back up". He looks around him, no one is noticing us, no one knows who he is, no one can even see this bench. He quickly grabs my neck, roughly pulling me towards him, he sits me onto his lap, his hand sliding into the slit of my dress, touching my bare thighs. I feel his dry hands, calloused from playing the guitar & piano so often. He slips his fingers towards my panties, pushing them aside, softly massaging me. I can't help but let out a soft moan. He shuts me up by kissing me while I unbuckle his belt, open his pants & push them down. I let myself sink onto him, taking all of him in. He fills me out, he feels better than I could have imagined. I start moving my hips back & forth while he keeps massaging me the way I showed him back in the studio a week ago. I kiss his lips eager to taste him, to never lose his taste. The moonlight is shining on us, on two strangers who met in a bar making love to each other on a hidden bench away from all people. Jax looks at me & whispers: "This is what Eden feels like, you have taken me to Eden, Iris. Never let me leave. Never let me destroy this. Promise to me that you won't let me mess this up, please. I need to feel you like this every single day or I will lose my mind". I can barely hold back my pleasure building up but I manage to say: "I promise. I promise to keep you here in Eden with me if you promise to worship me every single time I give you access to me". He nods. "Yes, I will worship you. I will obey you. I will let you rule me." he says. His words are enough to make me burst with lust. I feel him fill me up. I want this feeling to last. Him inside me, feeling his true devotion to me.