#CA Office Liquidators

[valkyriexo]

You Faint | Bang Chan

ᑉ³pairing; Bang Chan x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,

ᑉ³warnings; Fainting due to Dehydration and being busy, mentions of not eating, mentions of not drinking water, kissing, Implied Female reader, Established relationship

ᑉ³Authors Note; Other members coming soon!

Part of the "He helps you when.." collection. Other members parts: Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

In the flurry of your responsibilities as a personal assistant to the CEO of a massive corporation, every second counts, every task critical to the smooth functioning of the business. Despite the hunger gnawing at your stomach and the parched feeling in your throat, you soldier on, driven by the need to ensure that everything operates seamlessly for your employer.

Hours blur together as you navigate the demands of the corporate world, your own needs pushed to the sidelines in the relentless pursuit of success. The weight of expectations presses down on you with each passing moment, propelling you forward even as exhaustion threatens to overwhelm you. You don't have time to notice the way your limbs grow heavy with fatigue, the world around you fading into a distant blur as you push yourself beyond your limits.

But as the day wears on, your body begins to rebel against the neglect it's been subjected to. Dizziness clouds your vision, a warning sign of the toll the day's exertions have taken. With every step, your limbs grow heavier, protesting against the punishing pace you've been maintaining.

And then, without warning, it all becomes too much. Your vision blurs, black spots dancing at the edges as dizziness overwhelms your senses. Your knees buckle beneath you, unable to support the weight of your weakened body, and before you can even comprehend what's happening, darkness claims you.

As consciousness slowly seeps back into your awareness, you find yourself nestled on the plush couch of the CEO's office, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. Your head throbs with the remnants of your fainting spell, a dull ache echoing through your skull.

Blinking groggily, you glance around the room, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. To your surprise, you find yourself surrounded by two or three other assistants, their faces etched with concern as they hover nearby, murmuring amongst themselves.

"Hey, are you okay?" one of them asks, her voice laced with worry as she kneels beside you, her hand hovering over your forehead. "You gave us quite a scare there."

You nod weakly, the events of the day slowly coming back to you in fragmented pieces. "I... I think so," you mumble, your words slurred with exhaustion.

The other assistants exchange worried glances, their concern palpable in the air. "You should rest for a bit," another assistant suggests, her tone gentle as she helps you sit up, offering you a glass of water.

Taking a sip, you feel the cool liquid soothe your parched throat, the sensation a welcome relief. As you lean back against the cushions, you're grateful for the support of your colleagues, their presence a comforting reminder that you're not alone in your struggles.

"Thanks," you murmur, offering them a weak smile. "I appreciate it."

"We were so worried about you," one of them says, her voice filled with genuine concern. "You gave us quite the scare."

You offer a weak smile, still feeling disoriented and unsure of what happened. "I'm sorry," you mumble, your words barely audible.

Another assistant nods sympathetically. "We called for help," she explains gently. "We wanted to make sure you were okay."

You furrow your brow, confusion clouding your thoughts. "Called for help." you repeat, the words sinking in slowly.

Your mind feels foggy, memories hazy and fragmented, making it difficult to grasp the severity of the situation. The concern in the assistant's eyes only adds to your growing sense of unease, prompting a knot of anxiety to tighten in your chest.

Before anyone can elaborate further, the door to the CEO's office swings open, and Chan rushes in, his expression a mix of panic and relief. "I got here as fast as I could," he says breathlessly, his eyes darting around the room until they land on you. "Are you okay? What happened?"

You swallow hard, the reality of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. They called Chan, your emergency contact, before they even called the paramedics. You feel a pang of guilt knowing that he's here now, worrying about you, when you hadn't wanted to burden him.

As Chan rushes to your side, his expression a mix of relief and concern, you can see the worry etched into every line of his face. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to grasp yours, his touch both reassuring and desperate.

"I... I don't know," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I fainted, I think."

Chan's eyes widen with alarm, his grip on your hand tightening. "You fainted?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. Chan's concern deepens, his brows furrowing with worry. "Do you know why?" he asks gently. "Did you eat today? Drink enough water?"

You shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny, the guilt of neglecting your own well-being weighing heavily on you. "I... I may have forgotten," you admit sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

His expression softens with understanding, but a flicker of frustration dances in his eyes. "Y/N.."

"I just didn't have time," you whine, feeling the weight of his disappointment settle over you. "I have deadlines to meet, and it's been really busy here with the CEO prepping for a major partnership with another company. Plus, I'm in line for a promotion, Chan. If I do well, it's almost guaranteed. But if I fail, then I have no shot."

Chan's expression doesn’t give much away, but his resolve remains firm. "It's not that important," he insists, his tone gentle but firm. "There will always be other opportunities. Your health should come first."

You shake your head, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Not everyone can lead and be super talented like you, Chan," you argue, your voice tinged with emotion. "Some of us have to work twice as hard just to keep up."

"I know it feels that way," he says gently, as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch warm and comforting. "You're already doing more than enough," he assures you, his gaze unwavering. "But your health should never be sacrificed for success."

You sigh, feeling the weight of his words settling over you. "I know," you whisper, your voice heavy with resignation.

Chan's hums at your response, his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before he reluctantly withdraws. "Let's go home," he says gently, " You need rest."

With a heavy heart, you rise from the couch, your legs trembling beneath you as the full extent of your exhaustion becomes apparent. Chan's eyes widen in concern as he notices your struggle, his expression softening with empathy.

"Here, let me help you," he says, moving to your side and slipping an arm around your waist for support.

You lean into him gratefully, feeling the warmth of his embrace. With Chan's steadying presence, you manage to make your way out of the CEO's office and towards the elevator, your fatigue pressing down on you with each step.

As you reach the lobby, Chan guides you towards the exit, but when you attempt to take a step forward, your legs buckle beneath you, weakened by fatigue. Chan's eyes widen in alarm, his arms wrapping around you protectively as he catches you before you fall.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

You nod weakly, feeling embarrassed by your inability to stand on your own two feet. "I'm just... really tired," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, Chan sweeps you up into his arms, his strength a reassuring presence against your exhausted frame. "Let's get you home," he says softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

You nestle into his embrace, feeling safe and secure in his arms as he carries you out of the building and towards the waiting car.

Once you're settled into the car, Chan drives you home with careful attention, his concern never wavering as he steals glances at you from time to time. When you finally arrive at your apartment, he helps you out of the car and guides you inside, his arm wrapped protectively around you.

As you enter the cozy sanctuary of your home, Chan guides you towards the couch. However, he senses your hesitation, the way you lean heavily on him as if struggling to keep your balance.

"You need to rest," he insists softly, his voice laced with concern as he helps you settle onto the cushions. Despite his gentle urging, you remain silent, the weariness evident in every line of your body.

"I feel gross," you finally murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, admitting to the discomfort that weighs heavily on you.

Chan's brows furrow with worry, his gaze searching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Seeing your distress, he nods in understanding.

"Would you like to take a shower?" he suggests gently, his tone filled with empathy. He waits patiently for your response, ready to provide the support and comfort you need

You shake your head slowly, a feeling of exhaustion washing over you. "I don't think I have the energy," you confess, feeling a pang of guilt at the admission.

Chan's expression fills with empathy as he steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours. "That's okay," he reassures you, his voice soft and comforting. "Why don't we start with something smaller? Like washing your hair?"

You blink back tears, starting to feel overwhelmed. "I just... I feel so drained," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion.

Chan nods sympathetically, his gaze filled with compassion. "I understand," he says softly, his words a soothing balm to your weary soul. "Let's take it one step at a time, okay?

As Chan helps you make your way to the bathroom, you feel the weight of exhaustion pulling at your limbs. With his steady support, you settle on the edge of the bathtub, feeling drained and weak. Chan kneels beside you, his gentle hands reaching for the shower head. His concerned gaze meeting yours.

"Lean back," he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet bathroom. You obey, allowing your head to rest against the edge of the tub as Chan pours the water over your hair, the liquid cascading down in a comforting stream.

The sensation of the warm water against your scalp is both soothing and revitalizing, washing away the weariness that has settled deep within your bones. Chan's touch is tender, his fingers massaging your scalp with care as he works shampoo into your hair, creating a rich lather that fills the air with a subtle scent of eucalyptus.

As Chan tenderly tends to your needs, a wave of helplessness crashes over you, leaving you feeling small and useless. The inability to perform even the simplest tasks on your own gnaws at you, a constant reminder of your vulnerability. You watch as Chan effortlessly takes care of everything, his competence highlighting your own shortcomings.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you struggle to suppress the rising tide of frustration and self-doubt. "I hate feeling like this," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, tinged with the bitterness of inadequacy.

"Like what?" Chan's voice is gentle, his concern evident as he seeks to understand you.

"Helpless," you confess, the word heavy with emotion.

Chan notices the heaviness in your sigh and the sorrow in your eyes, and his heart aches with empathy. Leaning closer, he places a soft kiss on your lips.

"You're not helpless, love," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with affection. "You're just taking a break. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, even superheroes like you."

His words are like a warm embrace, wrapping around you with love and understanding.

"You're my baby," he whispers, "And I'll always be here to take care of you, no matter what."

As Chan rinses the shampoo from your hair, the water running clear and pure, you feel a sense of renewal wash over you. With each gentle stroke of his hands, you can feel your energy slowly returning, a flicker of hope igniting within your chest.

When the task is finally complete, Chan reaches for a fluffy towel, wrapping it around your shoulders with care. He helps you to stand, guiding you away from the bathtub.

"Let's dry your hair a bit so you don't go to bed with it wet," he suggests, his lips forming a shy smile. He grabs a hairdryer, carefully adjusting the settings before starting to blow dry your hair, the warm air a comforting embrace against your skin.

As he works, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, the sound of the hairdryer a soothing backdrop to the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Chan concentrates intently, his brow furrowing as he focuses on the task at hand. His brow furrows in concentration, his lips pursed in determination as he attempts to weave the strands of your hair into a braid. With each failed attempt, a mixture of frustration and amusement flickers across his features, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.

You can't help but find his earnest efforts endearing, and a soft chuckle escapes your lips as you watch him work. The sound fills the small bathroom, mingling with the gentle patter of water droplets.

"Where did you learn to braid?" you ask, genuine curiosity in your tone.

Chan looks up at you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I've been teaching myself," he admits, his fingers still fumbling with the strands of your hair. "I thought... one day, when we have kids together, I want to be able to braid their hair. I want to be the kind of dad who can do that."

His vulnerability touches your heart, and you reach out to gently squeeze his hand, a tender smile playing on your lips. "You'll be an amazing dad," you assure him, your voice filled with love and admiration. "And you're already an amazing partner."

"I want to be better,"he says softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "For you."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His lips are soft against yours. As he pulls away, his eyes shimmering with adoration, he presses another tender kiss to your forehead before returning to his task.

"You did great," Chan whispers, his voice filled with pride and admiration, as he guides you to your bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, comforting light across the room as he fusses over you, fluffing pillows and tucking blankets around you until you're cocooned in warmth.

With gentle hands, he arranges the pillows behind you, ensuring you're propped up just right for maximum comfort. He tucks the blankets snugly around your shoulders, his touch tender and reassuring as he ensures every corner is tucked in securely.

After making sure you're settled, Chan disappears into the kitchen, the faint clinking of dishes drifting through the air as he prepares your meal. Moments later, he returns with a tray laden with food – a simple yet nourishing meal, prepared with love.

The aroma of home-cooked food fills the room, mingling with the soft scent of freshly laundered sheets. Chan sets the tray down on your bedside table, arranging the dishes with care before settling in beside you.

As you eat, Chan sits close by, his warmth radiating beside you. He regales you with stories and jokes, his laughter filling the room with a sense of joy and ease. Each tale is punctuated by his infectious laughter, and despite your weariness, you can't help but smile at his antics.

As you finish your meal, feeling the warmth of the food spreading through your body, Chan rises from his seat beside you, his movements fluid and graceful as he clears away the dishes. The clinking of plates and silverware fills the air as he tidies up, his attention to detail evident in every gesture.

Once the dishes are cleared, Chan returns to your side, settling in beside you on the bed. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, soothing away the remnants of tension that linger in your muscles.

With a contented sigh, you snuggle closer to him, reveling in the warmth and security of his embrace. Chan presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his touch a silent reassurance that everything will be okay.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs, his voice low and raw. As he speaks, he guides your hand to his chest, letting you feel the rapid thud of his heart beneath his shirt.

"Every time you're in pain or in danger," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper, "it's like my whole world stops."

You feel a lump form in your throat, a rush of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. "I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "It wasn't on purpose."

Chan shakes his head, his grip tightening around you as if afraid to let go. "I know," he says softly. "But I need you to promise me something."

"What?" you ask.

"Promise me that you'll always try your best to care of yourself," he says, his tone earnest. "Promise me that you won't push yourself too hard, that you'll listen to your body and prioritize your health."

You meet his gaze, seeing the depth of his concern reflected in his eyes. With a nod, you offer him a small smile, filled with gratitude and determination.

"I promise," you vow, your voice steady with conviction.

Chan's eyes soften, a tender smile playing on his lips. "And I promise in return," he says softly, "to always be there when you need me, or a little extra help."

He settles back against the pillows, pulling you with him until you're both comfortable. As you nestle into each other, Chan reaches for the remote control, flicking through the channels until he finds a movie that catches your interest.

The soft glow of the TV bathes the room in a warm, flickering light as the movie begins to play. You rest your head against Chan's chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat getting faster beneath your ear. It's a comforting sound, a reminder of the love and stability that he brings into your life.

As the movie unfolds, you lose yourself in the story, the worries and stresses of the day fading into the background. With Chan by your side, you feel safe and at peace, cocooned in a bubble of love and warmth.

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P U B L I C S E X

꒰ PAIRING : phillip graves x reader x shadow company (hint).

꒰ SYNOPSIS : your commander has an eye on you and fucks you so hard that all your co workers hear!

꒰ TAGS : smut - office sex, spanking, public sex, degrading words, humiliation, hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex, p in v.

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your mewls fill up the room as your commander's large hand wraps around your hair, pulling the strands back whilst his cock fills your hole to the brim. his cum filled balls hitting off of your clit, the small nub overstimulated, the man behind you grunts grew loud, almost covering the sounds of your small pathetic whines.

“fuck!” Phillip groaned with a high volume, “you like th-this?” you nod weakly at his words. “Say it” he warns, a slap delivered to your round ass. his hands grip onto the flesh after as you whimper out, “i-i like it!”

“That's it” he almost moans out, his head falls back as his thrusts grow impatient. you look up and see the door, just on the other side of this list filled room was your co workers, your friends, men and women who respected you. would they respect you after this? oh god, could they hear you?

your mind snaps back as the very tip of his wet cock pushes against your g-spot in an angry kiss. you whine loudly, your eyes fall to the back of your head while your teeth tightly hold onto your bottom lip, on the brink of letting out your loud moans.

you didn't expect this to happen - well you wanted it too happen and you wished for it but you never had expected to be bent over your commanders desk, his hand pulling your hair back, your back arched and your ass bright red due to the smacks phillip had gave you, your cunt was overwhelmed, this had been going on for around an hour. his pace didnt stop and he was so fucking strong, manhandling you into any position he wanted you to be in. luckily for you, he had come, unluckily for you, he wasn't done with you yet. your short pencil skirt lifted up to your waist and your tights and panties ripped to create an opening for your holes and cheeks.

you had walked into there to ask him about a mission, you being his assistant would need to fill out some paperwork, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the way the bottom of your ass peaked from the small skirt, the way your blouse tightened in all the right places and the way your lipgloss was applied so perfectly. Within 5 minutes, all of that was messed up and you were crying, clenching around his thick cock and trying to keep your noises down to prevent your coworkers hearing your pathetic moans.

“c-commander!” you whine when his dick pulls out to thrust back in, harshly hitting the gooey spot deep inside of you, your mewls roll past your lips, “p-please! someone ca- hah! -can walk in!" Phillip scoffs at that, stupid worry. “dont- fuuckkkk!! -king care” he groans out, pressure growing in his stomach while he feeds you his cock.

The sound of skin slapping against each other fills out the room, probably echoing outside his office but at that moment he didn't care. “shit!” groaning while your pussy tightening around him, cum creating a ring around his cock. pressure coils in your stomach as you whine out, trying to bring your head to the table but his strong hands keep a grip onto the strands. you quickly approach your orgasm, body jerks at the overstimuation as a white liquid splatters all over his twitching cock, “so good f’ me, good f-fucking slut!” philip moans out loudly, his eyes close to focus on the way your tight cunt wraps around his dick, not letting him pull out as he finishes, “fuckking- hngg- whore”

cum fills your hole, deep inside of you and you subconsciously loosen, letting his dick slide from you and hits your spanked ass. you breathe out with heavy breathes while he pants, you clench due to you missing his big dick deep inside of your guts. Phillip sees your hole clamping and he snickers evilly, “miss me already, sweet’art?” your commander mocks.

After he cleans you up, your ripped tights and panties not able to be fixed so you have to take them off! Phillip said it was the smart thing to do and he's your commander so you have to listen to him. You buttoned your blouse back up and tried to sort out your hair, fixing up your make up and swiping off the mascara that rolled down your blush filled cheeks. Phillip put his cock away and sat in his chair, watching you tidy yourself up with a smug smirk on his face, your ripped clothes in his hands. 

“You better hurry, you got t’ hand in the paperwork by 7” he warns which makes you scramble out of his office. As soon as you left you met eyes with a few shadows. The awkward air mixed with the groups of soldiers peering over to you led to being hinted that they heard the entire thing. Trying to ignore all the looks through the day, you also try to ignore the way breeze hits your wet, cum filled pussy and your sensitive clit. you do end up forgetting about it until you accidentally drop a pen. Subconsciously bending down to grab it and your skirt lifts up - flashing the liquid that spewed from your messy pussy. The white slop dripping down your thighs, the burning eyes on you filling your cheeks with a  bright blush, you hear a whistle and your eyes snap back towards the sound. 

There you saw philip graves, standing outside his office, lingering in the doorway, he winked at you, “was round one not enough?” the smug words gaining a few snickers from the shadows, “slut.” Phillip smirks. Looking you up and down before walking up to you, 

“Wanna give 'em a show, sugar?”

[margeoww]

Toto Wolff is in a bad mood and bumps into a girl who spills coffee over him and he goes ballistic on her, only to find her waiting in his office later that day and realising that she is his new assistant. And he apologises and accidentally reveals that he thinks she’s pretty.

Spilled Coffee

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pairing: toto wolff x assistant!reader

summary: Toto Wolff, in a foul mood, bumps into a woman who spills coffee on him. After a heated exchange, he discovers that she’s his new assistant. Unapologetically bold and confident, she challenges Toto in ways he didn’t expect, forcing him to rethink his first impression.

warnings: tense initial interactions, light humor.

Toto Wolff’s day was, in a word, terrible. Meetings had dragged on endlessly, strategy discussions had gone nowhere, and the pressure of an underperforming car was taking its toll. By the time he left the conference room, his patience was running on fumes.

All he wanted was a cup of coffee to pull himself together before tackling the mountain of paperwork waiting in his office. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

As he rounded the corner of the hallway, he collided with someone moving at an equally brisk pace.

A gasp escaped from the other party, and before Toto could react, a wave of hot coffee splashed across his tailored suit.

—What the hell! —Toto barked, taking a step back, glaring down at the mess. His dark suit was stained, the sticky liquid seeping into the fabric.

—Oh, fantastic. —a voice responded sharply. —This is just what I needed.

Toto’s head snapped up at the tone. He was met with a pair of defiant eyes glaring right back at him. The woman standing before him wasn’t apologizing; in fact, she seemed just as annoyed as he was.

—Excuse me? —Toto said, his tone sharp and cutting. —You just ruined a suit worth more than your monthly salary.

She raised an unimpressed eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. —Maybe if you watched where you were going, this wouldn’t have happened. But sure, blame the person holding the coffee instead of the one charging through the hallway like a freight train.

Toto blinked, momentarily stunned by her boldness. Most people would have been tripping over themselves to apologize, but not her.

—Do you even know who I am? —he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Her lips twitched into a dry smile. —Oh, I know exactly who you are. Toto Wolff, the team principal of Mercedes-AMG Petronas, right? Well, congratulations. Today, you’re also the guy who doesn’t look where he’s going.

Toto’s jaw clenched, his irritation boiling over. —You-

—You’re welcome for the coffee, by the way —she cut him off, brushing past him with a pointed look. —Consider it a wake-up call..

Toto stood there, speechless, as she walked away.

Later That Day

Toto couldn’t shake the incident. As much as he hated to admit it, her sharp wit and unapologetic attitude had left an impression. Most people didn’t dare speak to him that way, and it gnawed at him.

When he finally returned to his office, he hoped to bury himself in work and forget the whole thing. But as he stepped inside, he stopped short.

Sitting at his desk, flipping through a folder, was the same woman from earlier.

She glanced up as the door opened, her expression neutral. —Oh, you’re back.

—What are you doing here? —Toto demanded, his voice laced with irritation.

She closed the folder and stood, offering a polite but firm smile. —I’m your new assistant.

Toto stared at her, his mind racing to catch up. —You’re—what?

—Your assistant —she repeated. —Surprise.

For the first time in a long while, Toto was at a loss for words. —No one informed me of this.

—Well, I was informed —she said, leaning against the desk casually. —And here I am.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to suppress the wave of embarrassment washing over him. —Look, about earlier—

She held up a hand, cutting him off. —Don’t bother. I’m not fragile, Mr. Wolff. You were rude, I was rude back. Let’s call it even.

Her bluntness caught him off guard again. Most people tiptoed around him, afraid to upset the boss. But she wasn’t afraid, and it was… refreshing.

—I owe you an apology —Toto said after a pause, his tone more measured. —I was out of line.

She studied him for a moment before nodding. —Accepted. Now, are we done with the awkward apologies, or do you have more to add?

Toto almost smiled. Almost. —You’re… direct.

—Is that a problem?

—No. —he said quickly. —It’s… effective.

As she turned back to his desk, her movements fluid and confident, Toto muttered, almost to himself, —You’re quite pretty when you’re not yelling at me.

The words slipped out before he could stop them.

She froze, glancing back at him with a sharp look. —Excuse me?

Toto’s eyes widened slightly, realizing what he’d said. His ears turned red, a rare show of embarrassment for the usually composed team principal. —I- what I meant was—

She tilted her head, arms crossed. —Are you complimenting me, Mr. Wolff?

Toto cleared his throat, struggling to regain his composure. —It was just an observation. A poor choice of words, perhaps.

Her lips twitched into a smirk, her confidence unwavering. —Noted. For the record, you’re a bit easier to deal with when you’re flustered.

Toto blinked, caught off guard again. She was a force to be reckoned with, and he wasn’t sure if he should be annoyed or impressed.

—I’ll keep that in mind. —he said, his voice softer this time.

She turned back to her work, a quiet laugh escaping her. Toto watched her for a moment longer, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Maybe this wasn’t the worst first day after all.

[thatonetohmasimp]

Dom Morax x sub male reader x sub childe smut

"If I have to stop what I'm doing you won't be able to walk for the next week"

"Behave"

Warning: choking degrading spanking name calling(slut whore baby little one) oral dirty talking begging breeding ooc I think also! Smut writin by a minor

Childe reader zhongli

Sorry if this is terrible 👍

Do not read if you do not like smut I can't really tell you what to do so you've been warned 🤷‍♀️

"W-wait! Slow down!.." What's happening what got you in this situation your in well my dear reader let's go back to the past

You and childe were feeling really needy today but you two couldn't pleasure each other Without permission from morax himself but he was working right now and

You couldn't bother him during his work or y'all would be in trouble but you two couldn't wait any longer so you two went to his office and knocked on the door "come in" you two heard through the door so childe opened the

Door and walked in and zhongli was facing the other way Sitining in his chair "what do you to need I'm busy right now" he said as he looked at the two of you out of the corner of his eye

"Well... We were wondering if we ca-" you were cut off by him "no" is all he said "but I didn't get to say it" "you don't need to finish what you were saying the answer is no" he said coldly

But you two didn't give up so you two decided to push a little so you walk over to him and nuzzle the nape of his neck placing light kisses on his neck zhongli let out a low growl as a warning but you didn't care and kept

Going childe came up and started to rub zhongli down there starting a nice pace you started to kiss up zhongli neck moving up to his jaw line but soon zhongli grabbed hold of your neck

Your eyes widen by the sudden force of submission childe soon after stop his pace and looked at the two of you "Stop" he demanded the both of you "I swear If I have to stop what I'm doing you two won't be able to walk for the next week" he said coldly

Both you and childe's eyes widen at the sudden out burst but you two decade to listen for now but you two didn't give up soon later you two did it again but this time you got under his desks and between his legs

Looking up at him with need and lust "little one what are you doing" he ask with a raised brow but you don't answer pulling out his cock gently wrapping your hand around it stroking it up and down slowly putting it in his mouth soon low grunts are heard from the tall male

"Behave little one" he said with a low quiet growl soon childe came and grabbed zhongli Chin and faced him and slowly started to kiss him but zhongli grabbed his neck and pulled away glaring daggers at the other male

Grabbing the hair of the other male pulling him off his cock getting up from where he was sitting "since you two don't want to behave and be two little whores and not listen I'll give you two attention" he said as

He pushed your head back on his cock making you choke and gag on it bobbing your head up and down slowly going faster as he goes on moaning sending vibrations down his cock soon after cuming down your throat

He pulls out "swallow" he said sternly you obeying his order you swallow all of it hanging with your mouth open panting heavily zhongli then grabbed childe by his wrist dragging him down by his cock right next to you "suck" he said as he grabbed childe by his hair pushing him down

Childe then open's his mouth as he was aggressively pushed down bobbing his head up and down this continues on until he feels a very warm liquid feel his mouth childe then swallow's it all childe's head is then lifted off of the men's bick zhongli then gets up pulling childe up and then sitting him down in the chair

Zhongli then starts taking off childe's pants moving them aside zhongli then puts childe's legs on his shoulders lining up at his hole he then slides in slowly stopping only after he was all the way in making sure it doesn't hurt childe then moves his hips forward signalling for the male to start moving.

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Now one this is shit I know it is but like it like a just a bit once I actually get more ideas on how I want to continue this I might 🥲👍

[roll-of-royces]

HC: The LaDS Find Out You're A Single Mom & Meet Your Ex

This was an open request @exactlycleverpirate had on her page. SO here we go. I had a lot of fun on this prompt and I made new banners!

FINDING OUT . With him knowing you since the two of you were young; it perhaps takes Zayne most, out of the three, by surprise. It shouldn't of course, it's been years and yet … there you are. He finds out because you, trusting Zayne as the very best doctor in Linkon, bring your child to him for a check-up. Concerns about your heart condition affecting their growth encourage you to tell Zayne about your child. You love them far too much to selfishly keep them a secret.  

After the initial shock, which for Zayne results in a whole lot of stunned blinking, he changes focus. Because this is you, and this child, with eyes the same color as yours, is a part of you. And he needs to do his job. Because you're right, he doesn't know what the effects you may have passed on are.  

He runs through his tests, but he's softer than usual (though he does often become less cold when in the children's ward). Zayne hands them a seal made of snow to entertain them during the blood testing, makes soft whispered jokes that has them giggling, and makes sure they get not one but three stickers for their bravery. And well … if he notices you are a blushing mess because of the positive interaction then that in yet another advantage.  

By the end of the appointment your child seems rather fond of him, and boldly invited him to dinner. Zayne accepts, much to your stammering surprise. He gives you a smile as the three of you leave, reminding you, yes it's okay. Whether it is three or two or more he is happy. He is with you. 

MEETING THE EX . Zayne knew he would eventually have to meet the father of your child, though he does on principal secretly dislike him. How could he have respect for a man that creates a child and then abandons them and the perfect woman on top of it. But he didn't really expect your ex to be so … disgusting.  

He's quick with a crass statement, or underhanded comment. Zayne made sure to stay back, to allow you to control the encounter but his normally well-controlled temper rises when your ex grabs your chin forcing you to look at him.  No one touches you, no one.

He doesn't mean to, but he's got his hand around the man's wrist yanking him back. Protectiveness curling up in his gut, "That's more than enough."  

Your ex thinks he wants to fight, but Zayne will not give him the satisfaction. He doesn't need to, he's a trained field medic. Zayne knows a thousand ways to kill someone quickly without ever getting a drop of blood on him. And the best part.  

Ice melts. What weapon, officer?  

FINDING OUT . Xavier finds out on bring your kid to work day. You'd been putting off telling him, because you didn't know what he would think. Though you're certain he probably already knows after all he lives on the floor above you. But maybe not, because his coffee cup is on the floor liquid seeping into his boots. He blinks at you, shakes his head as if to clear it and makes his way over.  

Xavier doesn't address you, instead he sinks onto one knee, coffee already forgotten and asks, "So who are you?"  

Your kid is taken with him right away, maybe it's the brightness that always clings to Xavier, maybe it's the stories you’ve already told (after all Deepspace Hunters are cool). Or maybe it's the kindness, the way that the moment Xavier looks at them it's as if they are together in a separate world.  

They spend the day with each other more than your kid spends with you. It becomes a bit of a game, swordsmanship with pens for weapons, Xavier whipping them down the hall in a rolling chair as you laugh so hard you can't breathe. It's a complete success.  

Xavier looks over at you, eyes drooping from fatigue after running around with your little one he smiles. "They look just like you." His smile continues, "I hope our child does too." And then before you can figure out what to say to that as your heart beats too fast in your chest, he falls asleep at his desk, your little one passed out in the chair next to him. Two sleeping stars, the greatest lights of your life.  

MEETING THE EX . Your prior partner visits you at the office, even though you've asked him a dozen times not to. He does it anyway, maybe just to vex you. So you're already irritated when he gets there, more so when he knocks over your pencil holder just to be rude.  

Xavier seems to appear out of nowhere and he's barely recognizable. There's something sharp about him, fatigue entirely absent in his eyes. Something angry and soldier like, it's the look he gets before he takes on a particularly nasty Wanderer.  

"Office is for friends and family only. You don't have clearance." His voice is harsh, your ex draws back in surprise, muttering excuses.  

You half expect Xavier to lead him out physically, dragging him by the arm all the way. He doesn't but mostly because your ex is already on the move, thinking Xavier is some high level exec, which in a way he is. When your ex is in the elevator Xavier makes his way back up to you.  

"Are you alright?" He starts picking up your pencils for you, making sure they're the same way they were before.  

You stand and hug him, and Xavier holds you tight.  

FINDING OUT . You're out at the market, your child close by when you run into Rafayel leaning over a market stall. He spots you before you can hide in the crowd, because you really should have told him already but you keep chickening out. He makes his way over, gait casual. "Babysitting?" He asks.  

You could lie, but you'd never do that to your child. Never pretend blatantly they are an inconvenience to be hidden away, you tell him the truth. Rafayel falls into about twenty different woo is me complaints about having not been told sooner. He throws his arm around you pretending to be mortally injured, but you notice no hurt in his eyes.  

When you ask if he's really not mad he just winks, "Two muses is better than one." The three of you spend the rest of the early afternoon shopping and getting lunch. Like always Rafayel is casual with his money, buying things both you and your child have your eyes on.  

He spoils you, feeds you well, and you return as a group to his studio. Your kid is enchanted by all the paintings, running around looking at them, touching them. Rafayel lets him, utterly unconcerned and even content. Really he looks happy, as if the world is a little brighter.  

Once your little one fully explores Rafayel ends up setting up an entire painting station for them, lying on the floor drawing shapes and images across a massive canvas. You didn't know that that canvas would hang in his bedroom for years.  

MEETING THE EX . He shows up at Rafayel's studio because of course he does. You don't even know he's there to pick up your kid until Rafayel is answering the door with a curt, "Who are you?"  

Once his identity is confirmed Rafayel calls out to you. He doesn't want to let him in, and you understand why. This is where you are most comfortable together, it's a safe place. He doesn't want that influenced by a negative source and well your ex hates that. He gets ruder, snapping at you to hurry up.  

"Don’t take that tone with my lady." Rafayel says, calm, collected. He looks furious.  

Your ex advances, but Rafayel doesn't flinch back like most would. He keeps his sturdy presence in the doorway, blocking him. "Bigger and better have tried." He mocks, "Don't make me ruin this shirt, my girl likes it."  

They stand off until you rush to make sure the switch goes well, frantically looking between them the whole time. When your ex leaves Rafayel reaches out and touches your cheek, his eyes dark, "Alright, muse?"  

You are, you have him.  

[notsanguineatall]

Sharing since it's December again (what even is time?). I still haven't done the holiday cards.

From the notes: I wrote this instead of doing holiday cards. If someone can explain that to the relatives without the words "fictional characters" and "climbing Sam Winchester like a sexy tree" that would be cool.

Hark! The Herald Angel Snarks by misbegotten

Sam Winchester hates Christmas. Not to be a very tall Grinch -- though the Grinch looked pretty tall anyway, now that he thinks about it -- but Christmas is the worst. All the crap about togetherness, goodwill, and hearts full of joy? Bah humbug. And though Sam doesn't think his heart is two sizes too small, the baubles and fluff and whatever else adorns Dean's apartment is making him feel nauseated.

"Did you raid Santa's workshop or what?" Sam takes in the riotous ensemble of holiday color and... is that glitter? He pauses uncomfortably in the doorway, holding his winter coat under one arm and shifting the messenger bag restlessly on his shoulder.

Dean gives him a look that reads as both annoyed by and fondly tolerant of Sam's bitchiness.

Fondly? Who is this Christmas elf and what has he done with Dean? Sam had expected a punch in the arm at the very least. That he was used to. That he could handle.

"Come on in!" Dean reaches up to grab the strap of Sam's bag and yanks him in with determination, like he suspects Sam's ready to drop everything and make a run for it. "Grab some eggnog!"

Sam seriously considers making an excuse. A fake call from work demanding that he return to California posthaste? He could upgrade the security on the server. Or throw away that half-eaten salad he left wilting in the office fridge.

Dean pushes him toward the couch like a man on a mission, and Sam sighs.

Sam stumbles over the cord for the string of lights taped to the side of a waist-high bookcase. He almost manages to right himself, but when he extends an arm for balance it gets tangled in a low-hanging artificial garland. Trying to shake it off proves to be a mistake. He lands heavily on the couch, a string of the candy cane striped tinsel still clinging to his sleeve. His coat and bag fall to the floor.

Sam is picking garland off himself with distaste when Dean shoves a plastic cup under his nose.

"Tell me if the nog tastes okay!" Dean disappears into the kitchen again, shouting behind him, "Why didn't you let me pick you up at the airport?"

There's a sparkling strand of something floating in the drink. Sam fishes it out and sniffs at the cup doubtfully.

"That's a two-hour drive for you. You sounded busy. Getting ready for this party... and everything."

"Not too busy for you, man." Dean returns carrying a platter of finger food and puts it on top of the bookcase. "I'm glad you made the trip! It's great to see you! How's the nog?"

"Fine," Sam says unenthusiastically. He lifts the cup, pretending that he is drinking again rather than tasting it for the first time.

As the liquid coats his mouth, he chokes. He coughs and presses a hand to his chest.

"There's no booze in it?"

Dean's step falters and he scratches behind his ear self-consciously. "I, um. I'm not drinking tonight."

Sam puts the cup on the nearest flat surface -- a coffee table that Sam had last seen littered with empty beer bottles and well-thumbed copies of Busty Asian Beauties but now sports Christmas-themed coasters -- and stares at his brother. "What the fuck is going on, Dean?"

As Dean clears his throat, Sam glares at the coasters. Looks around the room, taking in more than just the decorations. There are no dirty clothes on the floor. There's a new set of comfortable looking padded chairs lined up at the dining table. And since when does Dean have a bookcase? Since when does Dean have books?

"Look," Dean says reluctantly, "it's not just a Christmas party tonight. It's kind of a housewarming."

Sam is utterly confused. "You've lived here for three years."

"Not for me, dumbass." Dean sighs noisily. "For Cas. He finally moved in with me."

Light dawns. Dean hasn't been replaced by a Christmasified pod person. He's being civilized by Castiel.

"That's great!" Sam doesn't have to fake enthusiasm about it. Cas is awesome, even if the rest of his family are a bunch of assholes. Sam is still troubled, though. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Dean looks down at the plate of party food and frowns. "You were all excited about coming out and seeing me. But Cas had already planned this shindig. I didn't want you to back out."

Sam's smile falters. "His brothers are coming, aren't they?"

"Not all of them! Just a few. One or two." Dean looks doubtful. "Three? I forget what Cas said. But not--" He cuts himself off. "It'll be fine."

"Not the prick," Sam says dully.

"Hey!" Dean says, spreading his arms wide. "Would I do that to you? I swear, Gabriel won't be here. He's not even coming back to town for Christmas."

Sam's retort about the number of times he's trusted Dean and ended up in deep shit is cut off when a key rattles in the lock.

Sam is still eyeing his brother warily when the door swings open and Castiel shuffles inside. He's awkwardly balancing two huge paper bags from Dean's favorite hot wings place on top of a wide box of wine bottles. The bottles clink threateningly as Cas tries to pocket his keys.

"Why didn't you knock?" Dean demands as he swings the food off of Cas' stack of supplies. "I would have helped."

"I managed," Cas replies serenely and then turns his attention to Sam. He puts the box at his feet and reaches forward to grasp Sam's hand. "Sam, I'm glad you made it. It's important to have family this time of year."

Sam returns the greeting willingly, but he raises his eyebrows at Dean. "I thought you weren't drinking," he says, jerking his chin at the box.

"Wine's not drinking," Dean protests and Sam is tickled by Cas' small, indulgent smile.

"Right," Sam says. "How've you been, Cas? I'm kind of pissed that Dean didn't tell me you finally succumbed to his dubious charms."

Dean, who has disappeared into the kitchen again, shouts an exasperated, "I heard that!"

Cas tilts his head thoughtfully. "I wouldn't call them dubious," he says after a pause. "Well-practiced, maybe."

"Are you calling my big brother a slut?" Sam can't help his grin.

Cas pats his pockets absently. "Well-practiced, maybe," he repeats, but that little smile is there again. From behind them, Dean snorts loudly.

"You know you love it," Dean shoots back. He cuffs Sam on the head as he passes. "Where's the cake?"

Cas fishes his keys back out of his pocket, looks at them dubiously, then repockets them. Apologetically, he says, "I couldn't find the pick-up ticket."

Dean brushes his lips across Cas' forehead. "Not a big deal. We'll figure it out."

They stand like that for a second, Cas' head slightly bowed, Dean with his hands on Cas' shoulders. They look good. They look right.

Sam feels a stab of jealousy so sharp it surprises him. Jesus.

He'd had faith that Dean and Cas would get it together eventually. They'd drifted in and out of each other's orbits so often since high school that gravity had to win in the end. Besides, the way they'd been eyefucking each other last time Sam saw them both, Sam had pretty much needed a shower afterwards.

Sam wants that.

Not with Cas. God, no! Cas has never been his type, way too buttoned up and sort of ethereally handsome. Too serious and, if Sam's being honest, dull.

But Sam hasn't had anyone since Jess and he misses sharing his life with someone. Misses the laughter and the physical presence of another person who doesn't make him feel like a gangly freak always thinking too much. Who feels too much.

He clears his throat. "Where's the cake? Lend me the car and I'll go get it."

Cas looks doubtful. "That bakery by the diner on 12th Street. But without the ticket--"

Dean beams at Sam and throws an arm around Cas' neck. "Give Sam your keys," he says confidently. "Sam'll turn those puppy dog eyes on them and they'll melt."

"But–"

Dean glances at his watch and holds it up in front of Cas' face. "People will be coming any minute! C'mon, Cas, we've got to move."

Castiel gives Sam a grateful look and hands over the keys. As Sam grabs his coat from the floor beside the couch, he hears Dean mutter something about needing Christmas music on the stereo.

Noise designed specifically to irritate him with excessive holiday cheer, Sam thinks and slips away gratefully. If he's lucky, he can miss most of the small talk and get straight to the wine when he returns.

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Blood of Eden // Part Six // Noah Sebastian Urban Fantasy AU Fic

Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.

CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of drug use and distribution, mentions of prostitution, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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Under the haunting glow of a single desk lamp, Jolly brooded in his shadowy office, pouring himself a glass of amber liquor. Noah sat silently in the corner, shirtless, as their new plaything slept serene in the room next door.

"What do you know about her?" Jolly asked, swirling the liquid ominously.

"Nothing, master," Noah confessed into the darkness. "She broke into the lab the night we met. Oli and I hunted her down, but I can’t explain what possessed me..."

Jolly's eyes glinted knowingly. Holding up his hand to stop Noah’s rambling, "I have a theory," he uttered grimly.

Noah's brow furrowed as he rose from his seat, perching uneasily on the corner of Jolly's desk. Jolly sighed, massaging the tension from his temples before taking a long sip of whiskey. He had sensed it immediately - the moment he stepped into her apartment. Her blood was tainted. When she'd packed her bags to leave, he'd managed to retrieve the syringe from her things and sent it off for analysis. With a grave expression, he opened his email to show Noah the results.

"Nightshade. Mixed with several other chemicals to create some kind of depowering serum," he said ominously. "With the right measurements and equipment, this could mean real danger for all of us."

Jolly strokes his beard thoughtfully, his weary eyes fixed on the test results. "What troubles me is the serum has a powerful effect on her, if she were human I don’t think it would do anything other than make her violently ill.” 

Noah cocked his head to the side looking to the wall, where just on the other side she was slumbering. “She is no mage,” Jolly continued “I've searched our records and found no birth or family history for her. Without consent, I can’t trace her lineage further. And even then, the serum in her blood hinders my efforts."

Noah inquires in a gentle tone, "How long before the serum fades?"

Jolly sighed, setting his glass down on the desk, slumping in his office chair. "I can’t say for certain." His brow furrows with concern and unease over the mystery surrounding this unusual girl.

Noah tensed, his head snapping up as he swiveled to face the office door. Jolly followed his gaze, sensing what had startled him. The door creaked open and she tiptoed in, arms wrapped around herself protectively. Clad only in her underwear and a tank top, her tousled hair falling around her shoulders. Jolly glimpsed the fear in her eyes as she halted just inside the office, her wary gaze fixed on Noah. She seemed hesitant, as if ready to flee at any moment.

She froze a few steps away from the desk, her feet like lead weights refusing to carry her any closer. Noah and Rosa continued their intense gaze, oblivious to her presence. "You're real," she breathed.

Noah rose slowly from the desk, turning with deliberate caution to approach her.

"Steady now," Jolly murmured, sensing her apprehension. Though he could prevent what she was feeling, some instinct gave him pause. She shrank back as Noah neared, his imposing height and brisk stride striking fear in her, her face turning pale.

"There now, it's alright," Jolly soothed, watching as Noah gradually closed the gap between them, his towering frame looming over her trembling form. "He won’t hurt you, pretty girl."

Her limbs were trembling, arms crossing over her body attempting to steady herself. Jolly breathed in deep, letting out a sigh before turning his eyes to Noah. 

"Kneel," he ordered, his voice firm but not unkind. Noah didn’t need to look his master's way, he obeyed without hesitation, sinking to the floor. His eyes remained fixed on her, radiating the strength and compassion that allowed her to trust him completely. 

“Go ahead,” Jolly said gently. Rosa slowly unfolded her arms, her fingers grazing Noah's cheek before cradling his face in her palm. With a tender caress of her thumb across his cheekbone, Rosa's breath escaped her parted lips as understanding dawned in her soft features. Noah purred contentedly, nestling into the comfort of her touch.

“That night, on the roof,” her voice cracked. Noah's hand encircled her wrist as he gently pushed her back. In an instant, his body shifted, morphing into the form of a four-legged beast. Sitting calmly with sadness in his large, dark eyes, the hound regarded her softly. Though changed on the outside, Noah still remained within.

Covering her face in shock, she staggered backward, tripping over her own feet and crashing to the floor. Jolly shot up from his chair and rushed to her side in an instant. Noah rose to his feet, but a wave of his master's hand sent him back down, sitting on his haunches and awaiting his next command.

"No, no, no. This can't be real. Just a hallucination, a figment of my imagination. It's not possible," she muttered, shaking her head and rambling in a panic as Jolly pulled her against his chest.

"Shhh, pretty girl. Rosa, take it easy. I can explain everything," he soothed, brushing her hair with his hands as she trembled in his grasp.

Golden light from the setting sun filtered into the apartment, bathing everything in its warm glow. Noah's head rested in her lap, his eyes closed in peaceful slumber. She had been gently running her fingers through his soft brown hair for the past hour, and the soothing motion had lulled him into a deep sleep. Though her legs were starting to tingle and go numb beneath his weight, she didn't have the heart to disturb his rest. Something about watching Noah's chest rise and fall steadily filled her with tenderness. So she sat perfectly still, despite the pins and needles in her legs.

It was all almost too much for her to take in at once. Mages, magic, multiple dimensions - Jolly's revelations earlier that day had left her reeling. She had wept until she was hiccuping and gasping for breath, completely overwhelmed. Noah had simply gathered her up in his strong arms when her legs gave out, carrying her back to the plush bedroom and laying her gently on the bed. He then settled himself in her lap, a comforting presence as she continued to process everything she had learned.

He lies next to her, his chest rising and falling steadily as he drifts into slumber. The rhythm of his breathing is soothing, a balm to her fraying nerves. But even as the room darkens with the fading light, her mind continues to race, thoughts crashing together like waves breaking upon rocks. She is torn between the comfort of his presence and the chaos of her own uncertainty. His tranquility is a stark contrast to the tempest that rages within her.

The door creaks open and in steps Jolly, his features illuminated by the soft orange hues. He moves cautiously, not wanting to wake the sleeping Noah. A smile spreads across Jolly's face as he spots the two of them snuggled up together on the bed. He tiptoes over and carefully sits on the edge, gazing down at the heartwarming scene with joyful affection. The tranquil atmosphere envelops them all as the day gives way to night.

Noah's eyes fluttered open to find Jolly's kind face smiling down at him. "It's time for you to go to work," Jolly said softly, though Rosa's heart sank. She didn't want this perfect moment to end. Rosa wished Noah could stay here with her forever.

Jolly reached out, brushing his fingers against Rosa's cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't worry," he murmured. "Noah will just be downstairs if we need him."

Noah sat up stretching his long limbs, taking her face in his large hands, his warm lips pressed softly against her forehead as he cradled her face. The tender kiss lingered for a moment before he pulled away, leaving her longing for more. Turning to Jolly, Noah placed one last gentle kiss on his master's lips. She watched wistfully as Noah hopped off the bed, stealing one final glance back into the room, his eyes filled with affection. As he disappeared down the hall, she sighed contentedly, cherishing the sweet intimacy they had just shared.

She whispers the question into the stillness of the room, her voice trembling, "Who am I now?" She does not expect a reply from Jolly, but he sighs deeply, gathering her legs into his lap. His strong hands begin massaging her feet, working out the tension that has built up within her.

"Now?" His deep voice rumbles in response. "You're here with me, sweet girl. Right by my side where I can keep you safe."

His fingertips dig into her arches, soothing away the ache she feels. "Noah and I won't let anyone or anything come for you. You belong to us. We'll protect what's ours."

His words wrap around her like a warm blanket, comforting and shielding her. A lump forming in the back of her throat, “You can’t save me from me.”

She feels her breath catch as his thoughts drift to what's coming. The moment when the shots wear off and it returns. A shiver runs through her. She doesn't want to think about it, but she can't stop the thoughts from swirling through her mind. The agony that awaits, the pain that will wrack her body. Rosa wraps her arms around herself, as if she could protect herself from what's to come. But she knows that when the medication fades, there will be no escape. The torment will find her again, just as it always does. She squeezes her eyes shut, wishing she could block it all out. But there is no blocking this out.

Jolly's voice came out in a low, predatory purr. He leaned closer to her, his dark eyes gleaming with possessiveness. "Oh yes, my precious one. I most certainly can."

The words dripped from his lips like honey, sweet yet dangerous. He looked ready to consume her, to claim her as his own. There was an alpha edge to him, a dominant protectiveness that both thrilled and frightened her. He would keep her safe, keep her close. She had no doubt.

His hands grip her thighs, parting them gently as he settles his muscular frame between her legs. She sits up on her palms before his hand presses into her chest, softly easing her back  down into the bed.

 "Easy, pretty girl," he murmurs, trailing kisses along her cheek and nose before finding her lips in a tender caress. His voice is a low rumble as he pulls back to meet her gaze. "Let me take your mind off your troubles tonight, baby. Just relax and let me make you feel good."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him against her with an urgent need. This was exhilarating yet unsettling - emotions she had never felt before. The Mage blood, Jolly had said. Magic calls to magic. The magnetic pull of her soul beckoned him, drawing her irresistibly into his orbit like a moth to a flame. He was the dominant force, exerting his gravitational power, pulling her ever closer like the moon to the earth. She felt helpless to resist, powerless against the primal attraction, needing to be one with him. His raw masculine energy called to her feminine essence, two halves of the same whole destined to unite. But it wasn’t just Jolly that consumed her with desire. It was the beast in sheep’s clothing, whose fire burned in his eyes when he looked at them both. She wanted Noah to envelope her in his strong embrace, to feel his fierce protection. The primal beast within ignited her own. This captivating man awakened something deep inside her, a connection she didn't yet understand but yearned to explore.

"How long before it wears off?" she breathes between fervent kisses, her hands hungrily roaming through his hair and down his muscular back, desperate for more of him.

"Who knows, darling," he growls in her ear, his lips trailing hot kisses down her neck as his strong hands caress her body. "Could be weeks, but one thing I do know..." He pauses to nip at her collarbone, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. "The more we get that delicious blood of yours pumping..." His fingers trail down her stomach, eliciting delicious shivers. "The faster you'll burn it off."

As Jolly’s hands glide up her torso, pushing her shirt higher, a shiver of anticipation courses through her. His touch ignites her skin, each caress stoking the fire within. “So soft,” he murmurs, trailing kisses down her neck to her chest, his warm mouth leaving a blazing trail across her flushed skin. 

With a hunger in his eyes, Jolly's hands roamed down her curves, his fingers curling around the lace of her panties. In one smooth motion, he stripped them off, exposing her fully to his ardent gaze.  Her legs wrapped around his waist as if they had a mind of their own, pulling him closer as their bodies moved together. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, moaning at the sweet pressure. She held him tighter, wordlessly pleading for more, and his knowing smile against her lips told her he understood.

"You want this as much as I do, don't you pretty girl?" he murmured, his nose brushing hers intimately. She nodded, their noses rubbing tenderly, ready and willing to give herself to him completely.

He gazed at her with desire burning in his eyes, his body aching to feel her surround him. "Come to me, sweet girl," he whispered hoarsely, rolling onto his back, shimmying out of his pants, and beckoning her closer.

She straddled his lap, her heart pounding as she took his thick, hard length in her hands. With gentle yet firm hands, he caressed her face, turning it so their eyes met in a moment of ecstasy. "Let me see that beautiful face as you take me in," he murmured, his voice thick with passion. Slowly she sank down, enveloping him in her velvety heat, gasping as he stretched and filled her so exquisitely. "That's it, gorgeous," Jolly rasped, his words stoking the fire within. 

She gasped as he slid into her, the friction sending sparks through her body. "You feel so good, baby," he growled, his strong hands guiding her hips. She began to rock slowly, savoring the feeling of him filling her up. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, lips parted as he held back moans. She wanted more. Her body ached for release, and she knew he needed it too, that primal urge driving him wild. She rode him harder, faster, crying out at the exquisite sensations. He thrust up into her, muscles taut, focused only on their shared pleasure. She was close, so close, his hands and body pushing her towards the edge. "Come for me," he commanded, his gravelly voice soaked in desire. She shattered around him, ecstasy crashing through her in waves. Flopping down onto his chest as she caught her breath.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky and low. He kissed her deeply, passionately, their tongues dancing. She was dizzy, drunk on his kisses, his touch, the way he possessed her so completely.

"Mmm, you feel so good wrapped tight around me, baby," he groaned, thrusting deep inside her dripping heat. She whimpered, lost in ecstasy as he filled her again and again. His dirty words in her ear made her clench around him.

"That's right, come for me. I want to feel you let go."

She cried out as her pleasure crested, drowning in sensation. He held her close, murmuring praise and encouragement.

"So perfect, just like that."

His lips grazed her throat, teasing her tender skin. She clung to him, gasping his name like a prayer. He increased his pace, driving into her relentlessly.

"One more, pretty girl. I know you have it in you."

His fingers found her clit, circling with just the right pressure. Her body sang, arching and tensing as she rocketed over the edge again. His groan rumbled against her body as he followed, spilling deep inside her pulsing heat.

They collapsed together, replete. He stroked her face tenderly, gazing at her with adoration.

"You good, baby?"

She nodded, smiling dreamily. He had taken her apart and put her back together again, leaving her thoroughly satisfied.

[musicloverxoxo7]

BTS Halloween party – Dr. Strange

Non-idol!Hoseok   x   fem!reader

Summary: At the party, you meet a gorgeous stranger for the first time. Hoseok turns out to be smart and sexy. A dangerous combination that will have both of you on your knees.

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot at the beginning, roleplay (a little), strangers to lovers, edging, nipple play, handjob, oral (m and f receiving), a bit of switch dynamic, aftercare

Wordcount: ca. 2.3k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

You have never been so bored before at a Halloween party. Granted, you’ve only been there for ten minutes, but those have felt like half an hour at least.

The problem is that you only know Tae, the host of the party. You’ve been friends since childhood. But tonight, his hosting duties are keeping him occupied.

You take a sip from your drink. At least the bartender knows his business. Though you’re pretty sure it’s just one of Tae’s friends and not someone who was actually hired for the job. You observe the people around you a little longer.

A lot of them are dancing, laughter ringing through the air. Some are chatting and drinking, occasionally clinking their glasses together before downing the liquid. Nobody pays you any attention.

It’s better this way. You finish your drink and slink off down the hallway and to the stairs. Tae has a beautiful library and music room on the first floor. You have every intention of ending up there and passing a silent, secluded evening.

At the top of the stairs, you are stopped by a Dr. Strange. His dark eyes are like magma, looking down at you.

“Where do you think you’re going? Upstairs is off-limits.”

“Except for Tae’s best friends.”

“You are?”

“Y/l/n y/n. We’ve been best friends since-“

“Since the two of you could walk, roundabout. We’ve heard those stories ad nauseum.”

He steps aside to let you through. You walk past him, but then stop.

“And who are you?”

“Hoseok.”

“Ah, the dance teacher. Why were you up here? Also searching for some peace and quiet?”

“Yes. But I think I should show my face down there again.”

“Why? Tae is too busy to notice you’re gone. Two of your other friends have already left and the barkeeper is swamped.”

“Yoongi?”

“Right. I thought he looked familiar.”

You now walk towards the library and Hoseok follows you. He seems to have lost all desire to join the party again. At least for now.

Once inside the library, you switch on the warm, yellow lights and then light a fire in the fireplace. The warmth washes over you and makes you shiver. With the short sleeves of your costume, this feels better. You turn back around to Hoseok.

“So, why Dr. Strange?”

“Complex character. I like him, for the most part. Also, I thought the costume might suit me.” He looks you up and down. “Why a police officer?”

“Because that’s what I wanted to be as a kid.”

“Why didn’t you become one?”

You sit down next to Hoseok on the sofa. It is a two-seater, which means there is barely any room between you, but neither of you seems bothered.

“I realized quickly that I enjoy the mental aspect of protection more than the physical one. I run a cyber security company now.”

“Wow.”

You look at Hoseok. His eyes are widened in genuine surprise. You smile.

“At least you’re not being rude about a woman being a successful entrepreneur.”

“Never. I have a sister who is very successful with her own company too. I think I have even more respect for women entrepreneurs, because they face so many difficulties and prejudices and have to work a lot harder in some areas to make it to the top.”

“You’re much nicer than Dr. Strange.”

Hoseok laughs. You notice that he leans backwards and holds his stomach, laughing with his whole body. You like it. People don’t often laugh with such abandon around you.

You take off your police officer hat and put it on the arm of the sofa. Next, you tug your feet under you and turn more towards Hoseok.

“Tell me more about yourself.”

He does. About his family, his hobbies, his job. After a little while, due to the fire’s warmth, Hoseok takes off his cape. Then his jacket. He’s only wearing a tanktop underneath, which shows off his defined arms and shoulders.

“Do you work out every day?”

“Almost. I try to get in a rest day here and there. Why?”

“Your arms are proof of your hard work. Nicely defined.”

You’ve never been one to play games. You’ve always preferred being straight forward. Hoseok looks surprised again.

“You like my arms?”

“Yes, I do. They’re very pleasing to look at. Don’t you get to hear that all the time at the dance studio? Tae says that your dance workout classes are mostly filled with women.”

“They are. I tend to give off scary dance teacher vibes during work hours.”

You look him up and down. He’s cute the way he is, sexy in a calm and somewhat introverted way. But angry Hoseok sounds like a threat to society. It sends a thrill through you.

“You do not look put off by that.”

“I’m not.”

You lean towards Hoseok a little and drop your voice until it is low, breathy and sultry.

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I like a thrill. I like a bit of danger. Otherwise, I’d have chosen a different profession.”

“You’ll have to tell me about the ins and outs of that some other time.”

“Some other time?”

“Do you think Tae would kill me if I kiss one of his oldest friends?”

“Since you are his hyung, he’d probably only pout at you.”

“I can risk that.”

Hoseok leans forward and runs his hand up your arm. Goosebumps race over your skin. You place your hand on his thigh and lean a little closer. His smile is soft, his eyes wander to your lips.

His hand slides up to your neck. He outlines your throat with his fingers. They are very gentle. Your eyes close.

“You say ‘red’ and I stop whatever I’m doing instantly.”

“Mh, got it.”

Hoseok’s hand closes around your throat. The pressure he applies is barely there. It turns off the intelligent part of your brain. You grip his thigh harder as you start feeling a warm tightness in your lower stomach.

“You are stunning, Officer y/l/n, but I fear the power is on the side of the Avengers this time.”

“Do tell what that entails, Dr. Strange.”

“Ah, the exact terms are negotiable, officer.”

“I’ve had a long week, doc. I’m not particularly in the mood for lengthy negotiations.”

“Then let me take the lead.”

When you do not object, Hoseok leans forward and kisses you on the lips extremely gently. So softly, that it feels like a feather brushing against your lips.

He withdraws without taking it further. But you want way, way more now. You open your eyes. He’s watching you with those magma eyes.

His hand on your throat is still so loose that you can move forward and crash your lips against his. He matches the vigor of your kiss, kissing you back as if he were starved. His hand lets go of your throat and moves up to cup your cheek instead. His other hand goes around your waist and pulls you closer until you sit on his lap. Though you might have helped a little with that.

You run your hands up his well-muscled torso and rest them on his firm pecks. His hands wander restlessly up and down your back and ass. It’s like he can’t get you close enough.

You spread your legs further and slide forward until you’re practically sitting on his crotch. Hoseok sighs into the kiss. That gives you the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth and tangle it with his. You can feel him growing hard under you as you rub yourself sensitive against him.

When you break apart for a quick breath, Hoseok stills your hips.

“Can we get rid of a few layers of clothing? It’s starting to get really hot.”

He’s right. You crawl off of him, hurry to the door, lock it and return to the sofa. The fire is still burning, but the heating seems to be on a high level too. It’s not just the making out that has you burning from the inside.

You take off your shirt and pants and watch Hoseok throw away his tank top and unbutton his pants. You take a few steps until you are right in front of him.

“May I touch?”

You eye his black boxer shorts.

“Goodness, yes please.”

You run your hand over his bulge. His head falls backwards, his mouth open. You keep working him through his underwear. His Adam’s apple bobs as he pants. You lean in and place a kiss on his throat. His neck smells delicious. You need more of it.

While you slide your hand inside his boxers to finally touch him fully, you leave little marks along his neck and shoulder. You enjoy the way his breath catches whenever you run your thumb over his head.

“Maybe you are the one with the power after all, sweetheart.”

You tighten your grip on his dick, moving up and down faster. His breathing comes in shallow huffs now.

“I can’t… much longer… I…”

You kneel, pull down his boxer shorts and take his dick in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his head before taking him in as far as possible.

“Ah, y/n.”

He buries his hand in your hair and pulls on it. You like the mild stinging sensation. It only takes a few of his thrusts until he spills his cum onto your tongue. You keep swallowing and clean him up.

His eyelids are heavy when he withdraws, and you look up at him again. He pulls you up with such ease, as if you were a doll, and gives you a kiss that feels warm like molten chocolate and very, very intimate.

“Would you like if I reciprocate?”

“I would like it, but don’t feel obliged to do so.”

“It’s not an obligation. It’s a reward.” He gives you a little bit of a side eye as he says it. You smile.

“A reward for how well I’ve done?”

“No, though you did very, very well. A reward for me. For somehow managing to find the most interesting and beautiful woman of the entire evening and not boring her to death.”

“Mister, you definitely need to work on your self-talk.”

Hoseok nibbles on your ear. It feels surprisingly pleasant.

“I have a tendency to ramble when I feel awkward or uncomfortable. Rambling is pretty boring.”

“Maybe you have to think about who you are surrounded by if you feel uncomfortable around them.”

He moves on to your neck and finds a particularly sensitive spot. You press your body against his. One of his hands finds the clasp of your bra and opens it. You let the bra slide down your arms and throw it to the side. Rubbing your nipples against his muscled chest feels amazing.

“I’ll be hard again in two minutes if you keep going like that.”

You only giggle.

His mouth moves further down to your chest. He runs his lips over your now perky nipple. You whine at how nice it feels, your eyebrows drawing together in a frown.

Hoseok blows on your nipple, which makes your squirm. You’re so turned on by now that your underwear is soaked through. If he doesn’t get there soon, you’ll have to make him.

“Very pretty.” He traces the tattoo under your boob with his tongue.

While he holds you in place with one hand, his other goes to your nipple and gives it a few experimental twists. You arch into his touch. He keeps going until you can barely bear it anymore, the heat in your lower belly almost burning you up. Then, suddenly, he isn’t touching your anymore.

“You, you!”

Your eyes snap open. Hoseok is standing in front of you. An indulging smile is on his lips.

“Don’t edge me again.”

“Not tonight.”

His hands wander to your panties. He runs two fingers over your pussy and clearly feels the wetness.

The magma in his eyes turns to black fire. He hooks two fingers into the waistband and drops your panties to the floor.

“Sit down, sweetheart.”

You sit down on the sofa and spread your legs, so Hoseok has enough space to kneel down between them. He does and buries his nose in your pussy.

“Goodness, you smell nice.”

He withdraws a tiny bit and licks over your slit. You squirm, already sensitive. Thanks to him edging you before, it won’t take long.

His tongue finds your clit and he dives in as if he were making out with it. It has you seeing stars and gripping his hair as if it were the last things that were keeping you from drowning.

You are really close, pulling on his hair and panting like you’d run a 5k, when he pushes a finger into you. You’re so wet and relaxed that there is zero resistance. So he adds a second finger. He curls them and, after a few experimental probes, finds the right spot in you and taps it.

The sensation feels so overwhelming a tear slides down your cheek. You whine, you moan, you beg, though you don’t know what for.

Finally, everything in you tightens and then releases again and again. Until you are a boneless mess.

Hoseok pulls out his fingers and kisses a trail up your stomach.

“You look exhausted.”

“That. And content.”

The two of you kiss. Then he sits down next to you on the sofa and pulls you into a hug. You snuggle into his chest. He’s hard again, but you’re too tired to care right now. Aside from enjoying the view.

"How about, once you’ve rested up a bit, we go downstairs for a few more minutes and then leave? My place is quite close. We can chat, or have sex, or cuddle. I’m open for almost anything.”

“I like the sounds of that.” You sling your arm around his waist and close your eyes. “A few more minutes.”

“Whatever you need, sweetheart.”

© musicloverxoxo7, 2023

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Death Note, meet Supernatural: Chapter 2

Relationships: L (Death Note)/Reader, L (Death Note)/Original Female Character(s) Work Summary: What if Death Note existed in a world with Winchesters in it? Would L finally have the evidence he needs to prove Light is Kira? How will L fare in a world where monsters are real and not every case is solvable by him? Lucky for him, there's a hunter here to work side-by-side with him. CHAPTER 1 Chapter Summary: Anne mingles with the taskforce. L accepts her presence...reluctantly.

Chapter 2: A Truce

“So you’re joining our team today? Glad to have you here. I’m Matsui!”, someone speaks puppy-like from my left side. I can’t see who as my eyes are still fixed on the douchebag in front of me. Others notice this as the boy to the left of the weirdo shakes him causing him to break eye contact and hand me the win.

I smirk charmingly at the boy and purr, “Thanks for that.” He goes wide-eyed for a moment before averting his gaze and mumbling something like, “No problem”. The boy and this weirdo are joined by handcuffs, what’s this? Glancing around the room, I see their team has a total of 5 members, excluding the tall dude from earlier- the weirdo, the goofball, the wide-eyed maiden, one old dude (from the police I guess), and a stoic dude that reminds me of Cas. I squint, wondering if he really isn’t an angel. Nope, there's no recognition in his eyes and let's be real, no angel would be indifferent to me after the mayhem I've caused with the Winchesters.

The old guy walks up to me and brings his hand out to shake. “I’m Asahi, a member of L’s team to catch Kira. The young man behind me is Moji, that’s my son Light and you already know L and Matsui. And you are?”

“I go by the name Anne. The higher-ups have sent me to take charge of the Kira investigation alongside L. I’m hoping you all cooperate and make this easier for everyone.”

The goofball starts to cheer to catch Kira when L interrupts him in a bored monotone, “Control yourself, Matsui. She will not be leading the investigation with me. However, to appease the FBI, she may observe the case without hindering my work.”

Flashing a saccharine-sweet smile, I stride over to his chair and rest my hands on its arms. He’s sitting with his legs pulled up to his chest so I feel like I’m cornering a small child. Steeling myself, I stare him down once again and whisper, “Listen up buttercup. I’m here and I’m leading this case with you. Tough. You have been working on it for almost a year and have only found out that Kira is in Kanto, Japan. You’ve got 12 FBI agents, 3 civilians, and 3 Japanese police officers dead- not counting the shit-ton of criminals that is. People are pissed, and they want results. Now I’m not saying you’re incompetent; your track record proves otherwise. But this is a big case and you’re stuck here. So stop being prideful and accept that you need the damn help.”

The room is so quiet when I stop speaking that I’m sure they must’ve heard every word I said. As I’m waiting for a sign that I’ve gotten through L’s thick skull, I see something in his expression change. Instead of being cold, his eyes turn liquid. Warm. I feel as if I'm a kid again, wrapped in a blanket, drinking hot chocolate after playing in the rain for too long. My head starts to swim and all I want is to climb in a bed and curl up to sleep. The longing is so intense that I’m startled when something is pushed against my lips.

My eyes must have fluttered close because when I open them, Baby Bird is prodding at my mouth trying to force-feed me a marshmallow. I figure it’s a peace offering and open my mouth to eat the treat. He finally chirps, “Okay, you can...help. But Kira is dangerous and the team’s safety is important. You’re new here so do not make any moves without consulting me for a few days till you get familiar with the case. I cannot deal with another Matsui.” Matsui’s offended “Hey!” rings out confirming that everyone is eavesdropping.

“Seems fair. But I want to know everything about the case. No secrets.”

“No secrets”, he hesitatingly agrees.

Glad that this has been dealt with, my energy dips even further and I want to sit down except there’s nowhere to sit. Sensing my problem, the teenager, Light, offers me his chair and I shoot him a grateful look.

Time to address the team. “So guys, we’re a team now. I know you have been giving your best but this Kira is too smart. Having a fresh perspective may help move things along. I’m on your side and working together, we will catch this guy.”

As everyone is nodding, an old guy from before comes in with a trolley loaded with refreshments. Manners be damned, I jump up for tea- Indian Chai, score- and a couple of grilled sandwiches. As I settle down and start eating at a speed rivaling Dean’s, I meet Light’s amused glance. I gulp down some Chai and explain myself, “I haven’t had anything except some Wakoucha since I boarded the flight here. I’m a hungry, hungry hippo right now.” He just laughs good-naturedly and says, “Eat all you want. Watari is a really good cook.” Hearing his name, said Watari comes up to me, smiling. Something about how he walks is familiar and then it clicks. “You’re the mean guy who brought me here!” He shoots me an apologetic look and starts, “I’m sorry, Miss Anne. I had to know L’s decision regarding you before revealing myself or anything about the case. I hope you understand it was a necessary precaution.” “Well, all is forgiven if you keep making me your Chai.” The old man looks relieved and goes away chuckling, “Certainly, certainly.”

I turn back to Light and find him staring at me again. At my raised eyebrow, he points to me eating my 3rd sandwich. “You just don’t see girls here eat earnestly like that. Makes you quite the sight.” Well, I must be quite the sight. I’m certain I’ve got some mayo on my face. He’s smiling so he’s not making fun of me but I still slow down enough to eat like a civilized person. I see the rest of the guys whispering in a corner and shooting me concerned looks. No worry, I’ll win them over soon. “So what’s with the handcuffs?”, I finally ask. Light just shakes his head, “L will explain it soon.”

Speaking of L, I find him working diligently on the cake now and sending it such an adoring gaze that I almost crack a get-a-room joke. Dean and he could probably write ballads about the perfect pie. Having finished my sandwich, I clean my hands, grab a water bottle and drag my chair over to him.

“Howdy, partner! Can you get me up to speed now?”

A/N:

The groundwork is done now. In the next chapter, we're diving into the Kira case!

Reblogs, comments and ❣️ are appreciated. XOXO

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

[abrlann]

FAMILY CODE OF THE PHILIPPINES

TITLE 1. MARRIAGE

Article 43. The termination of the subsequent marriage referred to in the preceding Article shall produce the following effects:

(1) The children of the subsequent marriage conceived prior to its termination shall be considered legitimate;

(2) The absolute community of property or the conjugal partnership, as the case may be, shall be dissolved and liquidated, but if either spouse contracted said marriage in bad faith, his or her share of the net profits of the community property or conjugal partnership property shall be forfeited in favor of the common children or, if there are none, the children of the guilty spouse by a previous marriage or in default of children, the innocent spouse;

(3) Donations by reason of marriage shall remain valid, except that if the donee contracted the marriage in bad faith, such donations made to said donee are revoked by operation of law;

(4) The innocent spouse may revoke the designation of the other spouse who acted in bad faith as beneficiary in any insurance policy, even if such designation be stipulated as irrevocable; and

(5) The spouse who contracted the subsequent marriage in bad faith shall be disqualified to inherit from the innocent spouse by testate and intestate succession. (n)

The law recognizes the fact that even if there is a prior existing marriage, children born or conceived of the subsequent marriage are legitimate.

CASE RELATED: borrowed from article 42 p. 497

TADEO-MATIAS v. REPUBLIC

Facts:

Estrellita Tadeo-Matias (Estrellita) and Wilfredo N. Matias (Wilfredo) were legally married in 1968. Wilfredo, a member of the Philippine Constabulary, was assigned to Arayat, Pampanga, in 1979. He left their conjugal home for duty and never returned, with no communication or contact with Estrellita or his relatives. Wilfredo was declared missing in 1979 by the National Police Commission.

Estrellita, after over three decades of waiting and hoping for Wilfredo's return, sought to claim his death benefits as a former military officer. She filed a petition for the declaration of presumptive death of Wilfredo before the Regional Trial Court (RTC) of Tarlac City.

Issue:

Whether or not a petition for declaration of presumptive death solely for the purpose of claiming death benefits a viable suit.

Ruling:

The Supreme Court upheld the CA's decision, ruling that a petition for declaration of presumptive death solely for the purpose of claiming death benefits is not a viable suit in the Philippines. The Court emphasized that the presumption of death under the Civil Code is a rule of evidence, not a cause of action, and therefore cannot be the subject of an independent action or proceeding.

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Since it has good reflective qualities, metallic epoxy flooring is ideal for lighting enhancement in areas that require bright conditions to enhance visibility. Its high gloss finish can brighten up any room by reflecting both natural and artificial light that creates a more inviting ambiance. Such commercial applications as showrooms, retail stores, or offices improve ambiance and make the space attractive to customers. For residential in Brisbane, this feature adds class and elegance while maximizing light efficiency.

Slip-Resistant Options for Safety

Safety is the most significant consideration for any property owner, and metallic epoxy flooring meets this need with slip-resistant coatings. Added grip is generally given to the floors, making them safer to be walked on when wet or in highly trafficked regions. For homes in Brisbane, this is especially valuable in kitchens, bathrooms, and outdoor patios. For commercial and industrial spaces, it ensures a safer environment for employees and customers alike as risks of accidents are minimized.

Eco-Friendly Flooring Solution

Most people in society seek sustainable solutions when renovating their homes or businesses. Metallic epoxy flooring is an environment-friendly solution since it can extend the lifespan of concrete floors for a longer time without the need for replacement. It also results in many advanced epoxy products having low VOC levels, which ensures better indoor air quality. Therefore, for Brisbane property owners seeking to make more environmentally conscious decisions, metallic epoxy may be the answer.

Cost-Effective Investment

Metallic epoxy flooring has a one-time installation cost that may seem a little higher than the traditional options. However, it proves to be a prudent investment if evaluated over a long term due to its cost-effectiveness. The durability associated with this product means less repair, replacement, and cleaning expenses will have to be borne by the businesses within Brisbane, thus meaning less downtime for repairs, which results in losses. Homeowners will receive value-added aesthetic appeal and durability that requires minimal upkeep.

Fast and Efficient Installation

Professional installation of metallic epoxy flooring is fast and efficient, minimizing disturbance to your daily schedule. In Brisbane, property owners always juggle busy schedules. So, with this fast turnover, a lot of invaluable advantages are guaranteed with its fast turnaround. The floor is instantly ready for use after installation to bring residential and commercial facilities back into full functionality without delay.

Conclusion

Metallic epoxy flooring quickly became a favorite among Brisbane property owners because of its beauty, durability, and practicality. Whether it's for a luxury living room, modern office space, or a heavy industrial facility, metallic epoxy flooring delivers high-performance value with style. This flooring option meets the demands of any space through resistance to Brisbane's climate challenges and low-maintenance features with customized design possibilities. Invest in metallic epoxy flooring to transform your property with long-lasting, visually stunning floors that stand the test of time.

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The Inception Story of Geniusthingks

After completing my mechanical engineering studies, I started my career as a US stockbroker, eventually becoming a branch manager. Later on, I founded a stock database company, which I sold 20 years later. Following that, I became a trustee and large-volume trader for a Swiss family office. My journey then took me to Asia, and eventually, I returned to Europe, specifically southern France (Nice), where I established several companies to explore the numerous patents I had written.

Geniusthingks is the idea conglomerate that I founded, encompassing a wide range of ideas and patents. Some of these ideas have been “spun off” to operate independently, such as abacus-ewall.com, an electric vehicle (EV) charging company. Our focus at abacus-ewall.com is to provide smart wall box systems with a holistic approach to sell complex systems to owners of apartment blocks, including dynamic load management that can handle street transformer capacity data. This ensures the protection of entire street blocks or even entire boroughs from overload when multiple EVs need to charge simultaneously.

Another important aspect of Geniusthingks is our commitment to supporting coca farmers in Colombia, encouraging them to explore alternative production methods such as high-quality juice or banana beer, utilizing their fruitful land (https://youtu.be/QEGkaIXK4gQ)

Furthermore, we have a strong presence in 3D printing services, boasting extensive knowledge and expertise in various printing methods, ranging from resin to powder to house printers. We take pride in claiming to hold the patent for the fastest realizable powder printer (https://www.geniusthingks.com/Uploads/hyperfusion-intro1.pdf).

I firmly believe that everyone should contemplate how to improve the world when I recognized the detrimental impact of egoistic ignorance on the “best intentions”. It is crucial to seek non-mainstream yet non-fake information and sometimes take a stand and fight for what we believe in. My own experiences during conscription reinforced my desire for safer and more precise weapons that minimize collateral damage.

The crisis in Ukraine caused by Russia’s aggression had a profound effect on me. It became clear that simple weapons and networking with like-minded individuals were efficient means of countering the enemy. As a result, geniusthingks unintentionally gained a section dedicated to Ukraine, providing advice both on the battlefield and for long-term perspectives aiming to integrate Russia into European structures and liberate its people.

Environmental concerns also hold significant importance for us. We are involved in redesigning mass-transport train traffic for high-speed transportation on an interstate level and designed a people mover on an inner-city level, and we have developed our own electric mini-car, a 3-seater side-by-side vehicle. Our patented hot liquid-forming technology allows for automated thick plastic shell production in just 2 minutes. The car’s sandwich structure includes a rigid aluminium tube cage. We plan to create a steering wheel-free, drive-by-wire joystick pedal-free prototype as soon as we secure a suitable investor to explore our patents for our citeeecar (www.citeeecar.com).

On a global scale, I firmly believe that the world does not have an energy problem; rather, we have not yet explored the depths of potential energy sources, literally speaking. That’s why I propose harnessing Nadir Power, a concept involving the exploitation of the nuclear power plant deep within our blue marble´s belly. By evaporating stone down to ca. 10 miles, we can loop and harness supercritical water (> 221 bar & 374°C), which holds tremendous potential that is fed by quite conventional turbines.

At geniusthingks, our “marketing” approach remains consistent: our products must be so exceptional that everyone concerned feels the need to have them; otherwise, they hold no value for us. We are fortunate to have many engineers eager to contribute without financial compensation, driven by the desire to be part of something meaningfully larger than what individuals can achieve alone. I encourage anyone with good intentions and intellect to join us on this journey.

Being a role model, both as a father and the CEO of this brain-driven idea factory, requires me to freely share my ideas to stimulate discussions that refine them into practical and useful products. I believe that the knowledge-shifting power of the internet democratizes and redefines values, and the energy provided by Nadir Power can strengthen our path towards eliminating geopolitical inefficiencies.

Geniusthingks.com serves as our platform to showcase meaningful ideas and technologies. We aspire to become a publicly traded company in the future, leveraging our valuable patents across various fields to add reputation. If you are an investor interested in realizing any of our patents, please feel free to contact me directly at markus@geniusthingks.com.

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Office Furniture Solutions from Cube World USA: Quality and Affordability

At Cube World USA, we specialize in providing premium office furniture options at affordable prices. Whether you're looking to furnish a new office space or upgrade an existing one, we offer a variety of solutions, including pre-owned and refurbished pieces. Explore how we can help meet your office furniture needs!

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As a leading office furniture liquidator, Cube World USA helps businesses acquire high-quality furniture at significant savings. Our role as an office furniture liquidator allows companies to access well-maintained, stylish furnishings that would otherwise be costly when purchased new.

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Gates

Inter-dimensional Transportation Gates or more commonly called Gates.

Gates are made of an alloy from another dimension called Chromaton, complex circuitry, and magic (or extremely advanced science depending on the technological development of your respective culture.) Chromaton metal is mostly matte metal gray, but has a ‘peacock pearl’ sheen when light moves over the surface of it.

Gates are made in many shapes and forms, but consists of an outline of this metal with a keypad attachment. Typically, they’re fitted into door frames or embedded into empty wall space.

When activated the space inside the outline becomes liquid and silver looking which becomes smoke-like then solidifies into an apparent mirror surface followed by 'peeling’ away to reveal the other end of the Gate you’ve connected to.

To activate, one inputs a code and presses a green button on the keypad. A Gate will stay open for three minutes before it self-terminates (they will not self-terminate while anyone or anything is bisecting the event horizon . The red button will manually terminate.

There are numerous private and public Gates in use in a massive inter-dimensional and spacial network. Some of them have even been forgotten and/or lost. Each Gate is assigned a 'coordinate code’. Public Gates will often have a list of other Public Gates on the local planet(s) it’s located and a cautionary red lettered coordinate code indicated as being a Gate that opens up to a Black Hole. (The black hole is not close enough to vacuum anyone toward it once the Gate is open, but if you’re not careful or paying attention, it will pull you through.)

Gates are manufactured by a Dekronian company called 'Ares Corporation’ for private and public use. In the Terran dimension, an individual known as Devang will often purchase and install these Gates upon request.

Gates that Devang is aware of (other than the Black Hole) are listed below:

Known Public Gates Terran

Dublin, Ireland

London, England

Millennium City CA, USA

Newark, NJ USA

Seattle, WA USA

Gasglow, Scotland

Chicago IL, USA

New York NY, USA

Hong Kong, China

Tokyo, Japan

Paris, France

Dekropilus

Helios City, Middle Region

Port Bail, Middle Region

Thorn Village, Middle Region

City of Rust, Southern Region

Haffka, Southern Region

Kaelum, Northern Region

Eremus Oceanus

Tutanmada

Known Private Gates Terran

Sky City Bar, Millennium CA, USA

Asagi Mansion, Millennium CA, USA

Alan Devang’s Residence, Millennium CA, USA

Skara Devang’s Residence, Millennium CA, USA

Jim Moriarty’s Flat, Millennium CA, USA

221 Baker Street Flat, London, England

Moriarty’s Main Flat, London England

Steve Carlsburg’s Residence (Devang’s Room Door), Portland ME, USA

Dekropilus

Castle Rose, Middle Region

Ares’ Office, Helios, Middle Region