#Ms. Bodyguard – The black dress

[shegatsby]

Hi, how are you? Please don't judge or kill me! Please, I don't condone this kind of behaviour. So, I have a request about Mads Mikkelsen's character Le Chiffre from Casino Royale.

So Female!Reader's father won against Le Chiffre his money at the casino.

To take revenge, Le Chiffre kidnaps Reader to get revenge on her father. Warning:Kidnapping, Non-con.

Please don't kill me, I don't condone this behaviour.!!! <3<3<3

A/N; Thank you for this request I sure had fun writing it ;) It got longer than i expected but hey, who cares. love you all.

Warnings; Kidnapping, smut, minors get the fuck out or else!

The only reason why you followed your father to Montenegro was to unwind from stressful year at the university. He said he had some business to attend to and he offered you a most generous holiday which you didn’t hesitate to indulge in. First few days were relaxing, you joined a yoga class, got several massages, swam in the sea and also at the pool, however, tonight would be the night to switch things up.

Your father said he was going to gamble at a casino, the hotel you stayed in was infamous for its illegal businesses such as gambling. Your father said it could be fun to have you there with him, he liked to show off his intelligent and siren looking daughter and to distract the gamblers.

Your dress was long and red, the fabric was satin, so smooth on your skin, the dress had a slash on your left side, up to your thigh. Hair let loose, red nails and red lips.. you were the walking femme fatal that night.

You entered the room with your dad, a soft 20s music was playing at the casino, yellow lights and dark green chairs, couches made the place look vintage, there were bodyguards at each door.

As you walked together you saw him

He was among his ‘’friends’’ or people he did business with. He was covered in black, which made him look manly and dangerous. His silver watch was shining under the yellow lights, you noticed that he had no ring, could be single. He was laughing at one of their jokes when he lifted his gaze and he saw you entering. His expression changed in a second, the way he looked at you up and down didn’t go unnoticed. His left eye twitched and he looked away, from afar you could see there was something in his left eye, looked like a nasty scar. It made you curious about him, because the way he dressed and held himself showed you that he had men to do the dirty work but maybe, time to time he liked to get his hands dirty… why were you so interested in a man who seemed older than you all of a sudden? You were here to enjoy your holiday and do a trick with our dad. Ever since you hit the age 18 your dad started to take you to casinos when he wanted to gamble, and you came up with this thing where you flirt with other gamblers to distract them, it worked usually because of weak nature of men.

Your father guided you to the bar to get drinks, there was still 20 minutes till the game started so he ordered you something and you gracefully took your place to observe the environment. ‘’Excuse me love, I have to use the restroom.’’ Your father announced and left, you were enjoying your drink and listening to the soft tunes when you felt a presence next to you. You looked up to see your father but you were surprised. That man with the scar was sitting next to you, ‘’Hello.’’ He said looking at you, he wasn’t shy showing his scar, it was infact nasty but you didn’t shy away, you directly looked into his eyes, you innocently smiled, for some strange reason you liked the scar, it suited him perfectly. His plump lips formed into a dangerous smile, ‘’Allow me to accompany you while you wait for your partner.’’ His tone was questioning, he ordered two drinks, ‘’He is my father. Not so smooth are you Mister?’’ he chuckled at your boldness, he extended his hand, ‘’Le Chiffre. And you are?’’

You accepted his hand, he had a strong grip, ‘’Ms. Y/N Y/L/N.’’ he gave a small peck on your hand, predator disguised as a gentleman. ‘’I assume you are here to accompany your father?’’ you took a sip from your cocktail, ‘’Correct. I didn’t want to leave him alone, plus, I’m his lucky charm.’’

‘’Good girl.’’ His eyes never left yours, you wondered if he could see from his scarred eye, of course you didn’t ask. With his comment you could feel heat rising up to your cheeks, thankfully your father came.

‘’Le Chiffre?’’ your father asked in a not so kind matter, ‘’Mr. Y/L/N,’’ he greeted your father with the same icy cold courtesy. ‘’Long time no see.’’ Your father said, ‘’Looking forward to see you at the game with your,’’ he looked at you, ‘’lucky charm.’’ His hand went to his pocket to get his silver inhaler and bid you goodbye. You didn’t understand the tension that they had, maybe it was because of the competitive business life.

Soon the game started, your father’s instructions were simple, wait for Le Chiffre to make a bold move and distract him, it was an old game of yours.

You were like a hawk watching the table from afar, your fingertips circling around the cocktail glass, you saw that it was his turn to make a move and you bolted to your feet. Your heels were making powerful sounds on the marble floor and you saw him looking up as he was shaking the dice in his big palm, your eyes never left his dangerous ones, he wasn’t ready the dice unintentionally fell from his palm, you saw the pure anger written on his perfectly shaped face as you got on the elevator you could hear your father’s victorious laugh.

You didn’t join your father, who was celebrating the big cash he just won. You were in your hotel room, just out of the shower and moisturized. You couldn’t help but think of Le Chiffre, was that money important to him? Did your father and he had a history? You needed a spa night. Since it was late you didn’t mind leaving your hotel room only in a long robe and nothing else, the halls were quiet, no workers around which was strange. You didn’t mind, the spa was at the top floor so you pressed the button and waited, after few floors two men who were dressed in black joined. When you reached the top floor something felt fishy with the situation but you couldn’t turn back to your room now so you decided to stick with the plan. Your steps were quick on the marble floors, you finally saw someone who was attending the spa area and you informed them, they smiled and showed you to one of the cabins. You were alone, thankfully. You just sat and closed your eyes to relax, the steam helped you calm your mind, well, it was too calming and soon you were asleep.

You slowly started to feel your body again, your eyelids felt so heavy but a sudden panic made you open your eyes, you weren’t at the spa, you were at a bedroom.. that wasn’t yours.

As you lifted your body with the help of your shaky hands you heard a voice which was familiar, ‘’Slow down, you are still recovering.’’ Someone, a man, sat on the edge of the bed and you could feel his hand on your small back. You looked up to see him and it was Le Chiffre, but why was he here?

‘’Wh-‘’ your throat was dry, ‘’Here.’’ He offered you a glass of water, you were hesitant but thirst clenched your being so you drank with his help. ‘’Good girl.’’ He said when you drank the whole glass.

You were coming to your senses so you pushed yourself away from him, your back resting on the headboard of the bed, ‘’You might be wondering why you’re here-‘’

‘’Might?!’’ you replied. Cleary not amused, ‘’As you can remember your father won a significant amount of money, thanks to your help, I want that money back.’’

‘’So you kidnapped me?!’’ you could feel anger boiling, ‘’Smart one aren’t you. Until that money is returned you are my-‘’

‘’Hostage.’’ You sarcastically said, ‘’guest.’’ He answered, ‘’It had been 5 hours since you were taken You must be hungry. Come.’’ He extended his hand but you refused, as you quickly stood up you got dizzy so he grabbed your waist, his scent filled your nostrils. He smelled good.

You couldn’t protest because it was hard for you to walk so with his help you left the room. You weren’t at the hotel anymore, it was a mansion. Was this his house? You walked down the stairs, all you could see was an astonishing house with large paintings and furniture. He took you to the dining room where breakfast waiting for you both. Your stomach growled, he chuckled and helped you to your chair. ‘’Why can’t you just win the money back? There is another game tonight.’’ You asked, looking at the breakfast. You had to keep your calm in order to survive because you didn’t know what was he capable of. ‘’I don’t have for another game and I don’t like taking chances.’’

You laughed sarcastically, ‘’Says the man who was gambling last night.’’ You drank the orange juice, it was tasty. ‘’I was going to win. Until I got distracted by a certain beauty.’’ His comment made you blush so you didn’t look at him, ‘’Is it scary to look at me love?’’ he sounded hurt, ‘’I understand if it is the case.’’ You didn’t care about the scar so you looked straight at him, ‘’There we go.’’ He smiled, ‘’Now, finish your breakfast, I have plans for us.’’

You didn’t know his plan but you had to play along, you finished your breakfast as he commanded so, it was delicious anyways and you were almost sure there was no poison. He looked at your finished plate, you could see a small smile forming on his plump lips, they distracted you, ‘’Well done.’’ You noticed that he kept giving you praises, which was your weak spot but he didn’t know.. or did he?

He stood up, extended his big hand, ‘’Shall we?’’

You thought he was going to torture you, lock in his basement, feed you to his dogs but instead he took you on a stream in the mountains, he said he liked to come here, swim and make plans for his business, he said the water calms his nerves and keeps him connected to mother nature. Before you left his mansion a maid came to give you a bag with everything you need, a bathing suit, towels, sunglasses, sunscreen, you name it. Le Chiffre didn’t need changing, he just took off his shirt and jumped into the stream, you thought he wanted to give you privacy so you quickly changed into your bathing suit, it was red, a color he choose but you had no idea. Once you changed you placed one of the towels on the grass and sat, started to put sunscreen on your legs, arms, ‘’Need a hand?’’ you heard his serpent voice, tempting and you looked up to see him, on the edge, his broad arms supporting his body by leaning into the ground, ‘’Yes, thank you.’’ Two can play the games, you thought. The way he jumped up to the shore, his arms and legs flexing did something to your core. You had to exhale the breath you were holding, without a word he sat behind you, put some sunscreen in his palm and started to rub your back. You literally held onto grass under your hands, his calloused hands trying to be gentle but you could sense the certain urge to go deep, and rough.

‘’When I first saw you at the casino,’’ he began, ‘’I thought to myself, I must have this girl somehow.’’ He wasn’t shy at all, ‘’I guess Universe finally decided to give me a break and let me have one good thing.’’ It was obvious that his life was difficult, and seeing you as something good  made you blush.

You turned to face him, his eyes were hoping for something, something tangible and you decided.

You leaned in to give him a kiss which he gladly took, his lips were so full and soft, his big hands went to caress your face, as the kiss got heated you followed his movements, he made you lay on your back, your legs invited him by opening. When he bit your neck you moaned, he pulled away, ‘’Did I hurt you?’’ he was out of breath, the genuine curiosity could be seen in his eyes and you almost cried.  ‘’No, keep going.’’

He kissed you again, you could feel his hard member between your legs, there was no going back.

His hand went to dip into your wetness and he moaned into your mouth, he pulled away to give kisses to your face and neck, ‘’just how I imagined.’’ He said as he started to rub your clit, your arched your back, his sweet torture was driving you mad. ‘’Do you want this?’’ he looked to see any sort of discomfort on your face but all he found was flushed cheeks, lust written in your eyes, mouth slightly parted. ‘’Yes,’’ you said, ‘’please’’ he grinned.

His fingers pushed the fabric away, he quickly got rid of his short and gave himself few pumps, you couldn’t help but notice how big he was.

He rubbed his tip into your folds, making you whimper, ‘’pleasee’’ you said whining, ‘’Please what, lucky charm?’’ you couldn’t help but moan deeply, ‘’Please fuck me, ever since I saw you last night I wanted you to bend me over and fuck me raw.’’ Well, it wasn’t a lie, he had a strange aura to him.

Your confession startled him at first, Le Chiffre, even though he didn’t want to admit, he had insecurities thanks to the scar on his face, ladies usually went for his colleges, not him. Hearing you openly admit to want him turned him on, he was planning on to be gentle with you but after what you said, that wasn’t an option anymore, he had to have you and keep you all to himself.

Your legs wrapped around him and he inserted himself with one thrust, you screamed in pain at first because it had been a while, ‘’Look at me.’’ He was deep inside you, you could feel his pubic hair tickling your skin. You meet his eyes and he started to move, you knew after this session you would have sore thighs, but you didn’t want him to stop. He stretched you out perfectly, ‘’Open your mouth.’’ And you did, he spit in your mouth, bit your lower lip, gave you multiple hickies.

Your fingers locking in his hair, you���ve never heard a man moan like him before, it made you clench around him again and again. You wetness and the sounds you make was heaven for him, of course he had multiple partners before but they all seemed fake, artificial, on the other hand you were screaming, tears in the corner of your eyes, you looked perfect. He sucked on your clothed nipples, gave them slaps, you were close and each sucking and slapping made you see stars, you liked his roughness. ‘’Come on my cock princess, let me feel it, come on.’’ He knew you were close and his praises pushed you over the edge, he followed behind.

His head fell to the crook of your neck, both of you were breathing heavily, ‘’I can’t let you go, not after this.’’

[roses-for-rosalyn]

ngl my brain kinda goes crazy at the thought of mafia!abby. I don't know why but HER IN A SUIT lord have mercy.

put all my favorite tropes in a blender and I give you:

City Lights

Part 2

a/n: not my best work but it is my horniest work, so riddle me that.

cw: Mafia! Abby, dbf! Abby 🤭, little age gap (reader in early 20s Abby is later 30s), feminine reader (specifically refers to reader as girl), sort of innocent reader, Abby walking in on reader using vibe 🤭, Abby referred to as Ms. Anderson or miss, reader gets roofied BUT is saved and nothing ensues, general mafia coded violence, make out session, (smut in part 2 I'm sorry my darlings)

Minors DNI (I will jump out at you through your screen i stg)

wc: 4.8k (woah)

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You watch as the sun falls from the city sky, lights slowly flickering on signaling the end of a day and the start of a long night. You can’t help but marvel at the sea of lights shimmering in front of you creating a sort of man made night sky, stars replaced by the warm glow of living room and bedroom lights from various apartments. You had lived in this penthouse for a while, but watching the city come alive at night would never get old. 

“Hey!” your friend, Dina, waves a hand in front of your face. She must have called you a few times before she finally got your attention. Your eyes reluctantly move from the glowing city to your friend looking down at you, a playful expression on her face. “Girl, you have to get out of your head for your own good.” She lends a hand to you, “Let’s go drink our problems away.” She smirks and you giggle before grabbing her hand and standing up.

“Alright, but you can’t leave me tonight. It's girls night.” She would almost always end up with someone by the end of the night, leaving you to make your way home alone at fucking 3 AM. It definitely helped that her dad wasn’t in the same line of work as yours, you couldn’t exactly hook up with just anyone. Apparently it was “dangerous” your dad was fucking paranoid, but it’s not like you could ignore him and rebel. He always found out somehow and you’d end up being whisked away by one of his bodyguards he hired to follow you around. It was a compromise that the guards were at a distance too, if it were up to you they wouldn’t be there at all. 

“I’m not leaving you tonight because you’re going to find someone to go home with.” She has a mischievous smile on her face, like she’s already planned your fate for the night. 

“Dina-” you start to say, but she interrupts, “Hush, forget about your dad for a few hours of your life, we’ll figure it out.” She smiles genuinely this time and steps back to dramatically look you up and down. “Listen, you look hot, I look hot, let’s go have fun and be hot together.” She wasn’t wrong, you were wearing one of your favorite black dresses. It perfectly accentuated your curves and flaunted just the right amount of cleavage. Dina always looked good, tonight she was wearing a little black dress as well and you two made quite the alluring pair. 

Dina handed you your clutch and led you out of the apartment and into the bustling city. A car is ready for you as soon as you walk out of the lobby– one of the perks of your paranoid father’s line of work. You and her climb in giggling and reflecting on past nights filled with loud music and colorful lights. 

The car slows and you and Dina exit onto the sidewalk. Your heels obnoxiously click against the pavement as you both make your way to the door, skipping the line. The bouncer immediately recognizes and encourages you in with a friendly nod. You glance up at the muscley man with a grateful smile and a wink before you enter with your friend in tow. 

You walk into an empty marble lobby, dimly lit with no furniture. The sound of both your and Dina’s Heels now echoing throughout the grand empty room. Straight ahead there is a small elevator and to the left of it are stairs. The stairs have little lights lining them, illuminating the way up. You and Dina look at eachother, “No way I’m taking those stairs in these heels.”

She giggles “I agree, I don't think I could make it the 15th floor.” You click the button to call the elevator and the doors immediately open. You and Dina walk into the poorly lit mirror covered box and you press the button for the top floor. Turns out she was wrong. It was more like 20 floors, you had scaled those stairs before, but all those times you were very drunk and going down not up. You adjust your hair and pick at your makeup as the elevator slowly ascends. A soft ding sounds and the door opens slowly revealing the bustling nightclub. 

The only lighting in the room was cool colored spotlights, the overwhelming sound of music causing the floor to vibrate under your feet. Most of the light flooded in through the windows that lined the walls. The city lights filtered in, illuminating the room. It almost felt like the club was somehow floating in the middle of the bustling urban area. The floor to ceiling windows made it feel much more spacious despite it being packed with writhing bodies. It was the reason this club was your favorite; it perfectly embraced its beautiful location at the top of a skyscraper. 

You both wander into the crowd hand in hand, making a beeline for the bar. You order two vodka shots each and two drinks, wanting to get the festivities of the night started as quickly as possible. The bartender quickly delivers your orders and you look at your friend nodding before downing a shot. Dina beats you to the second, but you quickly follow, giggling. Your face involuntarily scrunches up as the offensive flavor of pure vodka hits your tongue. She leans in close to your ear and says in a low, mischievous voice “Let’s go have some fun.” and at that you both disappear into the crowd. 

You’re not sure how much time has passed at this point. Apparently enough time for sweat to start to perspire on your skin, the warmth of bodies writhing together causing the temperature to rise throughout the night. A slight dizziness causes your vision to soften, the figures of people around you blurring together. Dancing had become easier and easier as your body relaxed from the alcohol flooding through your veins, the music leading your body movements. You had realized at some point you must have lost Dina, you pause your dancing and make your way to the booths. You spot her in between a man and women, clearly flirting with both of them, with her hands on each of their thighs, laughing comfortably with one another. It was clear she was going home with both of them tonight. Fucking impressive. And annoying.

It’s probably been years since you flirted with someone like that, at a certain point you gave up, letting other people approach you. It never ended in anything though. You envied Dina in her ability to execute that kind of thing. 

You walk up, hesitantly interrupting. She spots you and pauses her heavy petting on her new friends. “Oh shit, I forgot I don’t have to-” 

You hold up your hand and smile “Don’t worry about it, I’m having fun. Just text me later.” you wink and she smiles and nods. You walk over to the bar for your last drink of the night and to close your tab. You look around as you wait for your drink, scanning the VIP section for any familiar faces. Unsurprisingly you spot one of your father’s associates Ms. Anderson. She was here pretty regularly and maybe that’s why you were also here pretty regularly. There was an unspoken, forbidden attraction between you two. Stolen glances and tense conversations made it obvious it was mutual. It was also obvious that nothing could happen besides the occasional sexually charged staring contest, your father might murder her–in a more literal sense than most dads would murder their daughters' lovers. So you resorted to touching yourselves with each other’s names on the tip of your tongues, fingers teasing the ache that grew between your legs at the thought of the other. 

She was wearing her usual suit minus a tie. Her white shirt was mostly unbuttoned, giving her a more casual, careless look. She sat with her legs spread, arms carelessly strung along the back of the couch she was sitting in, a glass of neat whiskey in her large hand. A woman sat next to her–well practically on top of her– in a scantily clad outfit, Ms. Anderson hardly made an effort to look at her eyes. She was surrounded by multiple men, clearly negotiating something, barely paying attention to them. And yet despite her disinterest in their words you could sense the respect that was held towards the blonde woman. They didn’t care that she wasn’t intently listening, they were grateful to even be heard at all. You could tell they must be low in the ranks, especially considering Ms. Anderson’s bored expression as they spoke to her. She caught you staring at her and her bored expression turned into a devilish smirk, her eyes meeting with yours. You look away embarrassed and pray your drink comes sooner rather than later. After a few minutes the bartender sets it down in front of you, you grab your drink off the counter gulping the whole thing down in a few sips. You step into the mass of bodies dancing to the loud music and begin moving in sync with the warm figures. Soon your vision turns concerningly blurry, you immediately try to stumble towards the bar, your legs starting to fail you. You were unfortunately familiar with what was happening which only made you panic all the more, trying to fight through the tiredness that is taking over your body. In a last ditch attempt you lug your failing body towards Ms. Anderson, praying to a god you didn’t believe in that someone noticed. 

You hadn’t spotted Ms. Anderson earlier, but she noticed you. She had been watching you all night, specifically taking note of the way your body guards were distanced from you. She watched the bartender make your drink. Right as she watched him slip some sort of powder into it she left in the middle of her conversation. It didn’t matter at that point, all that mattered was getting to you before he did. She nodded at her bodyguards whispering in each of their ears what to do. One went with Abby to help you while the other went to grab the bartender. 

Abby bent down underneath you to support you under your shoulder and you felt dread fill your body as she grabbed you, not recognizing who it was. You manage to loll your head to the side and see her face, your panic subsides and you begin to give in to the drug. As your body grows heavier Abby picks you up in the air bridal style, initially she didn’t want to cause a scene, but now it would be impossible to get you out of here any other way. You feel her warmth radiate through her shirt and your head leans against her strong chest as your vision slowly fades to black. 

You startle awake, panicking as you realize you're sitting up in someone’s car. Adrenaline takes over as your breathing quickens and your heart rate picks up. You take in your surroundings, lights blur together as you look out the window, desperately trying to discern your location. When you look to your left your breathing immediately slows, remembering you were rescued by Ms. Anderson before you collapsed in the middle of the club. She looks over at you, slightly surprised by your wide panicked eyes being open, she expected you to sleep through the night given the amount of drugs that must be swirling around in your system. You were obviously quite the stubborn girl. 

You begin to say something before the blonde cuts you off, “I found your phone and texted Dina and your father already. Your Father thinks you're staying over at Dina’s and Dina knows you’re safe and with me.” She immediately reassures you, somehow knowing exactly why you shot awake in the midst of a drug induced haze. You nod and relax, letting her take control of your fate. “I’m taking you back to my place, you need someone to make sure you stay breathing through the night.” You watch as her bloodstained knuckles harshly grip the steering wheel. What you didn’t know is Abby had laid you in the car, leaving you with one of her bodyguards before tending to the bartender herself. She made quick work of him, swiftly cutting off limb after limb as she gathered information. Abby was surprised at how quickly her rage consumed her, not realizing how protective she was of you. She snickered at him as he screamed and begged for his life. All she could see as she disassembled the poor excuse for a man was your weak body crumpling to the floor in front of her. She found out he was taking out a sort of hit on you. Trying to hurt your father by hurting you, she learned the name of his boss and sent the information to your father to have it taken care of. Of course she didn’t mention it was you who he tried to kidnap and do who knows what with, she only mentioned it was one of the daughters of someone in the inner circle. 

He didn’t usually ask questions anyways, your father delighted in ridding this world of men who liked to hurt women. The things your father did were dark, but he never ever fucked with women, it was an unspoken rule in the Organization, one that Abby greatly appreciated and respected as well as you. You didn’t like what your father was involved in, but the thought that he had some sense of morals helped you sleep a little better at night. 

You allow your eyes to close once again as Ms. Anderson drives you to her apartment. You float in and out of consciousness as she picks you up out of the car and carries you inside. You can sense the changes in lighting from behind your eyelids, you use sounds to estimate where you might be. Soon keys jingle and a door is opened. Muffled voices surround you and you are handed over to someone else's arms. You feel your dress being gently peeled from your body and you whimper, barely fighting for your dignity. A soft feminine voice hushes you and upon realizing it was a woman you return to your half conscious state. You are placed down onto cold porcelain and you shiver before warm water runs over your body. It felt heavenly, the water massaging your skin warming you from the outside in. You finally fall completely unconscious feeling a sense of security washing over you as the water did. 

You blink open your eyes slowly, bright light penetrating your vision. You have to squint for a moment until your eyes adjust to your surroundings. You’re laying in an incredibly comfortable bed with soft white sheets and a puffy white comforter. Your dress has been replaced by an incredibly oversized matching set of pajamas. You tentatively lift up the hem of your pants and… yup this wasn't even your underwear. God how fucking humiliating. The room is large with tall ceilings and light gray walls. Bright morning light floods in from a giant window overlooking the city. A green couch faces a large TV suspended on the wall above a fireplace. To your left is a nightstand with a tall glass of water and ibuprofen. Upon seeing the glass of water you feel your tongue sticking to the inside of your mouth, your throat so dry you could barely swallow. You gulp down the water along with the pain meds greedily. Upon a second glance you realize the room has no personality, almost like a hotel room or a guest room. It didn’t seem like someplace one would sleep every night. You hear the doorknob being slowly twisted before the door opens revealing Ms. Anderson. She commanded so much space with her presence in her perfectly fitted and pressed suits complete with a tie and matching pocket square. Her hair was pulled back into a perfect, neat braid, little pieces of hair framing her face. Her strong arms and broad shoulders made her posture appear so confident she almost seemed unapproachable.  Upon seeing you awake she smiles “Morning.” She says as she makes her way towards you. 

“Morning.” Your voice was still heavy with sleep.

“How are you feeling?” She asks as she sits on the edge of the bed by your feet. 

“Pretty good all things considered.” You manage a dry laugh. 

“I would start scolding you about the proximity of your body guards, but I feel like I should let you wake up a little first.” She watches as you poorly attempt to rub the sleep out of your eyes, yawning a little as you do. 

“No, no you’re definitely right, learned my lesson.” You pause for a moment as you remember the question that was lurking in the back of your mind since you woke up. Should you even ask? 

“My clothes…” You start to say, not exactly sure how to approach this conversation.

“Oh yeah,” Ms. Anderson blushes a bit “One of my maids, Clara, she was the one who changed you and stuff, I-I didn’t um-” Jesus Christ you managed to fluster this 30 something year old woman, reducing her to an incoherent mumbling mess. “Your dress is over there.” She points to the nightstand. “I would have had it washed, but I wasn’t sure if there was a special way you liked it done or something. Wouldn’t want to ruin it since it looked so good on you.” She smirks and now you’re the one blushing. 

“Th-thank you, I appreciate not having to sleep in that.” You look at her through your lashes, a flirtatious smirk pulling at your lips. You and Abby get lost in one of your staring contests gazing at each other as a silence falls over the both of you. 

Abby is the one to snap out of it, “Oh-uh I should get going I’m going to be late. I arranged a ride home for you. My driver is waiting at the front.” She gets up fiddling with her shirt cuffs as she starts walking out of the room. “And if you want to talk about what happened with someone, just let me know. I’m a good listener.” She smiles for a moment before it falls into a frown. “I wish I didn’t have to leave. I feel like a dick, but I swear I have an important meeting, I-”

“It’s ok,” You smile, cutting her off before she continues apologizing. “I have Dina to talk to. Go to your meeting, don't be late because of me.” 

“Ok I’ll see you soon.” She smiles and stares at you for just a moment too long before leaving the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Holy shit what a night. 

As soon as you get home you have a debrief with Dina over the phone, ranting to her about the whole thing. It starts out lighthearted as you and your best friend over-analyze every one of Ms. Andersons’ actions, feeding into your crush on her. Dina makes sure to throw in an occasional “She’s literally in love with you” and “You have to make a move on her or something she wants you”. You laugh her off, but you secretly enjoy her feeding into your delusions. The discussion inevitably turns into a bit of a therapy session. You can’t stop the tears slipping from your eyes as you realize that a simple night out can so easily turn deadly for you. Being a normal woman in her 20s able to party and go out to clubs was so far out of your grasp. You almost died last night and it wasn’t even that rattling, you constantly end up as a damsel in distress despite your best efforts. You knew how to fight well, knew how to use a gun and knives, and yet it was never enough. 

Dina tells you about her night in excruciating detail, but you liked to live vicariously through her. Her descriptions of her experiences made you feel a little more informed and a little less like an innocent virgin. She never made you feel lesser than her for your lack of experience though, she rarely even talked about your lack of experience. She was a good friend like that: smart, but didn’t make you feel dumb, beautiful without making you feel like shit, she always made sure you knew you were her equal. 

For the rest of the day you allow yourself to mope in your room and recover from the toll the previous night took on your body and mind. You daydream about Ms. Anderson and her strong arms, imagining how she could use them to pin you down as she did whatever she wanted to you. You wonder if she might use her tie to restrain you as she fucked you dumb with her strap, or teasing you with a vibrator until you were begging her to let you come, completely at her mercy. 

Unbeknownst to you Abby had come to your apartment to check on you. When you didn’t answer the door she assumed you were asleep and used the spare she asked for from your bodyguard last night. She had debated bringing you back to your own place, but couldn’t resist the opportunity to have you sleep in her bed. She felt gross using that situation as an excuse to be able to smell you on her sheets, but she was getting desperate. She was looking forward to coming home all day and fucking herself with her fingers whilst pressing her nose to the sheets. Ultimately she decided to visit you first, not being able to resist an excuse to see you. 

She walks in and immediately notes the homey feeling that resonates throughout the large apartment. Colorful rugs, warm lighting and plants immediately make her feel at ease. It felt like you, it made sense. She envied the ability to capture personality through decorations. 

Abby makes her way to what she assumes in your bedroom. As she gets closer she hears you whimpering, she peeks through the crack in the door worried you were having a nightmare or were in pain, but oh she was so delightfully wrong. She saw the beautiful sight of you squirming under your sheets, the soft buzz of a vibrator humming through the dark room. Your eyes were closed, head tilted back as you pressed the vibrator to your clit. Abby couldn’t look away, it felt so incredibly wrong and dirty but she could not bring herself to walk away. She watched as you spread your legs further apart, begging for more. Your whimpers morph into quiet moans as you turn up the setting and Abby is starting to feel an unbearable ache grow between her legs at the sight. You let out a quiet, whiney “Oh fuck” and Abby almost cums in her pants. You turn up the setting even further and Abby can’t help but wonder how much you could take, imagining overstimulating you to the point of tears. She absent mindedly allows her hand to cup her cunt as she continues observing you. Suddenly she hears you whimper Ms. Anderson please, and she is immediately grounded. She rushes out of the apartment, quietly closing the door behind her. She gets home and locks herself in her room, stuffing her fingers into her dripping cunt and cumming over and over to the memory of your sweet voice calling her name. 

The next time you see Ms. Anderson, you weren’t expecting her. You were at a dinner with all the men from the inner circle and their daughters. Abby was the only woman and didn’t have children, so naturally you had assumed she wouldn’t be there. But here she sat, listening intently as one of the men told a story about some deal gone wrong. She was across from you, and she was just so captivating to look at. Her usual suit was swapped for a white button down, dark gray vest and black tie. Her muscular arms strained against the fabric, making you practically drool. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows perfectly displaying her forearms. You let your eyes follow the veins from under her sleeves to her hands, trying to memorize the way her hands looked as they rested on the table. She hadn’t caught you staring yet, so you decided to be bold, sliding your foot under her pant leg. She didn’t move. You start to move it up, higher, higher, until Abby subtly shakes you off. You accept the rejection, feeling slightly embarrassed until she moves her foot to touch yours. She slowly slides it up and down your bare leg, still refusing to stray her attention away from her current conversation. You shake her off and kick her lightly under the table before getting up and heading to the restroom. She finally averts her gaze to look at you as you get up. 

As you walk to the bathroom you silently hope she understood your invitation. To be honest you really didn’t know exactly what you were asking for, all you knew is the tension between you has grown to an almost unbearable point and you were tired of waiting and yearning. You walk into the ladies room, purposefully not locking the door behind you. You face the mirror and begin to fix your makeup, fixing any smeared mascara or eyeliner. You lightly wet your hair trying to tame any fly-aways. Just as you begin to give up waiting the door opens. You turn around, back to the sink, and face the door. It could have been anyone, but thank fuck it was her. She has a slightly frustrated expression on her face as she looks at you. She closes the door behind her, locks it and turns to face you. She leaves mere inches between you two despite the ample space in the bathroom. She looks down at you for a moment, her size was even more staggering when you were this close. You feel a sort of powerlessness, but it wasn’t a negative feeling, it was thrilling. Ms. Anderson gently grips your chin between her thumb and index finger and forces you to look up at her. 

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing princess?” She asks in a low, hushed tone. You can’t answer, all you can manage to do is look up at her as a smirk appears on her face. “You really have no idea how tempting you are with your little dresses and this little innocent girl act.” She inches closer to you, her lips centimeters from yours. “I’m not even sure it’s an act.” She laughs, “and on top of it all I’m not allowed to have you,” She uses her other hand to caress the side of your thigh and you let out a small gasp at the feeling on her hand touching your bare skin. “To be honest that just makes me want you more.” She uses her grip on your thigh to lift your leg up, hooking it around her waist. Your back is pressed into the sink, hands gripping the edge of the porcelain, her body pressed against yours. She still hasn’t moved any closer, her lips barely grazing yours. You can feel every breath and word she utters from her lips on yours. Neither of you dare move, scared to shatter the moment that each of you have been craving for so long. 

“Ms. Anderson?” you breathe out, the words fanning onto her soft lips. Abby sighs at the sound of her name coming from your mouth. 

“Fuck it.” She kisses you. Perfectly. 

It’s not too soft, not too hard, it was just what you needed. She was so soft and warm, you couldn’t help but melt into her strong body. You whimper softly and she deepens the kiss, her tongue teasing your mouth open. Her grip on your thigh tightens a bit at each little sound you make. Her hand moves from your chin to your jaw, her grip is so, so gentle, like she’s scared to break you. You move one of your hands from the sink and press it against her chest, trying to keep yourself steady. 

Abby is the first one to break away, even though it’s the last thing she wants to do. “W-we can’t do this here.” 

You look at her, desperation taking over every fiber of your being “Please Miss, I can’t-”

Abby sighs “Just wait until the end of dinner, go home- I won't be far behind you- and I'll meet you there. Sound good?” You nod eagerly “Words princess.”

“Yes, sounds really good.” Abby smiles and peels herself away from you. She smoothes out her clothes before heading for the door.

“See you soon, princess.” She says before slipping out the door and heading back to dinner like nothing happened. 

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[fictionalwh0ree]

bodyguard x billie?

tinted windows- billie eilish

summary: you get hired as billie’s bodyguard, but an extreme situation leads to a steamy meeting in her car.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none

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by the age of 20, billie eilish had become one of the most successful people in the music industry, with millions of fans and billions of streams. she posts on social media frequently and loves interacting with her fans. from the outside looking in, she had a perfect life. however, this was not the case. as with any celebrity, she had haters. these haters would spend hours tweeting and commenting terrible things about her, threatenening her, even going so far as to try and find her favourite spots and home address. she had maintaned her home address a secret and although she had to be careful, she had managed to live at home alone safely.

however, this all changed when she received a text message, directly to her phone, listing her home address, her brother’s address and a couple other personal things, topped off with a disgusting hate comment. the one time phone number used was untraceable, leaving billie vulnerable. that’s where you came in.

billie hated the idea of a full-time bodyguard. ‘i don’t need babysitting,’ she would say. she had bodyguards with her when she was at events and concerts and she was fine with that. but at home? she hated the idea. she begged her family to let her move in with them or to just buy another house, but no one budged. so monday morning at 9 am sharp, there was a knock on her door.

from the other side, billie looked at her parents reluctantly but they pushed her to go open it. she pulled open the door, immediately greeted with two tall bulky men dressed in all black. they stepped inside but said no words. once they had moved, you stepped into sight. your hair was down and you wore a tight black tank top with black pants, cinched at the waist by a black belt. you stood firmly, not meant to say anything yet.

unknown to you, billie was shocked. when you walked inside her house she coudn’t help but stare, eyes trailing over your body and thoughts going wild.

“ms. eilish, this is y/n y/l/n, your new full time bodyguard. she is to be with you at all times,” one of the bodguards spoke, voice deep and monotone.

“even when i’m getting dressed? or in the bathroom?” billie said defiantly but jokingly, earning a slap on the arm from her mother and met with absolute silence from the bodyguards.

“we’ll go over some ground rules,” he said finally.

for the next four minuted and seventeen seconds, he droned on and on about the tiny technicalities, the ones that had been ingrained in your memory from training.

“lastly, to the public eye, she is to present herself as your friend. keep it that way,” the bodyguard warned before leaving the house.

billie’s cheeks flushed red as she tried to figure out if it that was procedure to say or if it was that obvious that she found her bodyguard attractive. the more she thought about it, the more she hated herself for it.

god, what a cliche, she said to herself.

you shook hands with her parents, brother and brothers girlfriend before going to billie. you offered her a smile and she returned it, shaking your hand as well. your eyes locked and you held the eye contact, only interrupted by two loud thuds. you turned to see what it was and were met with the face of one of the bodyguards who dropped your two duffel bags on the ground.

billie sprung back to life, offering to grab your bags, but you politely declined, picking them up and waiting for directions.

“here, let me show you your room,” she said.

you nodded politely, following her through the large house, billies dogs at her feet. soon, you arrived in an empty guest bedroom. it wasn’t overly large but was spacious, decorated in a minimalistic and clean way, pops of colour coming from the paintings on the wall and the plants that sat on the dresser and bedside tables.

you set the bags down and billie excused herself, letting you unpack. you put all your clothes and toiletries in place and just as you finished, you heard a knock on the door. you opened the door to see maggie and billie standing there.

“hi,” maggie smiled.

“billie’s going to the grocery store and…” she began, nudging billie and looking at her expectantly.

“well, you need to come… right?” she said awkwardly after clearing her throat, her eyes avoiding yours.

“yes, let me just get dressed,” you answered.

they closed the door again and you changed into a more comfortable outfit. you grabbed a bag before going back down the stairs. you saw billie sitting on the couch

maggie shut the door and you heard their footsteps as they went down the stairs. you changed into a more casual outfit, making yourself look more like someone billie would actually hang around. once you were ready, you went downstairs, spotting billie sitting on the couch. you cleared your throat as you approached her, causing her to jump slightly before getting up to grab her keys. you followed her to her car before getting in the passenger seat. the drive was short and silent, and just as she got out of the car she put a pair of sunglasses on and put her hood up, an attempt at a disguise. you put on your own pair of sunglasses and followed her into the store.

you followed her around the store for about fifteen minutes, watching her check each grocery off her list. the conversation between you two came naturally, but it was mostly small talk as you were trying to keep up the appearance of being friends, despite only having met a couple hours prior. everything was going smoothly, the store was practically empty since it was a tuesday morning. however, everything began to go downhill when you received a call.

you reached into your pocket to pull out the phone that was buzzing incessantly, the call coming from one of the other people working for billies security. he relayed the message that someone had snapped a picture of her and posted it on twitter, a crowd had begun to form outside the store. you let billie finish her groceries, keeping your eye out for anyone who was staring for a little too long. she reached the cash and the cashier began to scan her stuff.

“excuse me,” you said abruptly, your eyes flickering between the middle aged employee and the fast growing crowd of people outside, “can i speak to your manager?”

billie gave you a confused look, clearly not having noticed the fans. she watched you carefully as you explained the situation to the manager, quickly catching onto what was going on. she clicked her tongue and sighed, letting her head fall back in frustration. the manager, who thankfully was very understanding, lead you towards the back door, billie in between the two of you. as you approached the door, the manager smiled and said goodbye. you switched spots with billie so she would be behind you and slowly opened the door. you looked both ways before giving her a slight tug. the two of you stood there for a moment before billie broke the silence.

“how are we supposed to get to my car?” billie asked.

“there’s backup on the way. we just have to wait,” you said.

billie clicked her tongue in annoyance, groaning loudly.

“i’m so tired of this,” she said, “i just wanna get to my fucking house.”

you stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. a moment later she muttered something under her breath.

“fuck this.”

in a second, she started sprinting into the parking lot. you ran straight after her, but she quickly became lost in the sea of people. they had begun to crowd around her, her short stature not helping you. you called her name over and over as you searched the crowd, walking in the direction of her car, but the sound was just blending with that of her fans as they did the same thing.

you remained calm and vigilant. as you looked over the crowd, you finally saw her bright red roots shining through. you got close to her.

“billie,” you shouted.

her eyes shot up in your direction and you could sense the regret, her eyes pleading for help. you reached out to her and she grabbed your hand. the fan that had been closest to her was enraged. her eyes locked with yours and you could see the anger in them, she probably thought you were another fan. you had become competition.

“NO,” she yelled, grabbing billies other arm.

she yanked billie hard towards her, but your grip was tight and you were stronger than her. you gave billie a firm tug back, her arm slipping from the fans grip and sending billie straight into your chest. she wrapped her arms around you, her head hidden. you put an arm around her and lowered your head to her ear.

“give me your keys,” you said.

for a moment, you both stood there, unable to do anything. your free arm was extended outwards, keeping people from getting too close. she handed you her keys, her eyes looking up and locking with yours. a pinkish tint had covered her cheeks and she looked away quickly, accidentally tucking her head right back into your chest. she quickly realized what she had done and her once pink cheeks were now flushed red. her eyes avoided yours at all costs. suddenly, you remembered what you were supposed to be doing. you let your arm fall from her body but grabbed her wrist instead, beginning to walk towards her car. you pushed your way through the crowd, finally reaching the car. you unlocked it and opened the door ever so slightly.

“get in,” you said, still shoving other people away.

you pulled the door open a bit more but someone behind you shoved you in before you had the chance to let her in. you sat in the drivers seat, your hand still holding billies wrist. the crowd was getting more and more rowdy, the people all worried they wouldn’t be getting their photo with the star. you didn’t have time to get out of the car and walk her to the other side so you did the only thing you could. you have billie a hard pull and she almost fell onto the floor, but landed on your lap as well. you slammed the car door shut and locked it. your breathing was laboured and you ran your hands through your hair, your eyes shut as you tried to catch your breath.

your eyes fluttered open seconds later and that’s when you realized billie was still on your lap. her legs were on either side of yours, straddling you. she was looking down at you, you couldn’t avoid her eyes. they held such a different kind of power than they did when she was looking up at you in the crowd. now they looked assertive, dominant. she knew what she wanted. what she wanted was you, and she was ready to do anything to get you.

“billie,” you muttered, only then realizing how close your faces were.

she smiled shyly, leaning in a bit, but not closing the gap. you could feel her lip brushing against yours ever so slightly. you leaned forward hesitantly, kissing her gently, and all you could think was

thank god for tinted windows.

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[soliarus]

*sigh* Business Party

-fluff, suggestive, business partyyyy shenanigans, first kiss!?!? OH MY GAWD finally finished the series!! Thanks @miinatozakiii for the original request!!

: taking your niece’s teacher out to a business party is crazy

words 1.4k

teacher!sana x fem!reader

part 1 part 2

“You look very pretty, Sana,” you mumble with a blush as you stiffly hold up a bouquet of flowers when the apartment door opens. She was wearing a white dress with a faux feathered coat draped across her shoulders. Sana bashfully smiles as she steps out. 

“And you also look very pretty, Y/N” Your blush increased tenfold as Sana looked at you from under her lashes. 

“T-thank you!” You were wearing a really pretty black dress, and Sana couldn’t keep her eyes off your body. It just hugged your curves in all the right places, in a way that makes her itch—the good kind of itch. 

“Thank you so much for being my plus one, Sana!” you say as you open the passenger door for her, “I really appreciate it; I didn’t know who else to bring. Last time I brought Eun, and let’s just say she was a bit too excited.”

“Of course, Y/N! Thank you so much for inviting me; I’ve never been to a party like this, and I’m excited!” Sana beams as she places her hand over yours, which rests on the door handle. You swallow as Sana’s fingers rub against yours. 

“Y-yeah…” *gulp* 

— 

“Oh, Sana, before we go inside…” You start. Still in your car, the venue is only a couple steps away. It’s clear you were nervous. 

“Yes, Y/N?” Sana looks at you expectantly, but with the most caring eyes. 

“This is for you.” You pull out a bracelet, carefully crafted with fine silver and diamonds. “I had it specially made for you; it’s a thank you. For joining me tonight.” 

—

The party was much fancier than Sana intended; the hall was adorned with gold and maroon decorations. And it just smelled rich. Like someone spilt a bottle of Chanel Cuir de Russie. 

Sana was nervous, like really super nervous. She fiddled with her fingers, bringing them up to play with the bracelet you had given her a few moments ago. She cautiously eyed the magnificent room. You sensed her nervousness and slowly held her hand in yours. 

“I was nervous at my first party too, but I promise you, I won’t let anything bad happen to you tonight.” You softly tell her, squeezing her hand reassuringly. This time Sana feels her breath hitch. You just look so good. You smile at her, lost in her eyes for a second, before coming to your senses. 

“Hey, you’ve got to try the wine here; the rich snobs love it,  seriously it tastes like trash.” You whisper the last bit into Sana’s ear, who just giggles as you walk her towards the huge bar in the corner. 

“Oh, oh wow…” Sana covers her mouth with her hand, squeezing her eyes shut after taking a sip of some wine. You try to hold back your laugh. 

“See, I told you, just because the bottles are more expensive doesn’t mean the taste gets better.” you giggle as Sana slumps over the counter. 

“What’s with rich people and bitterness…” Sana mumbles but then her eyes widen as she looks at you, “I-I didn’t mean you- I just-” 

You really couldn’t hold back your laugh this time as Sana stumbles over her words. She’s mesmerized by the way you tilt your head back and place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, your eyes forming crescents. God, she feels lucky enough to be in your presence. 

“Ah, Ms. Magical Diamond has decided to finally attend a party,” a deep voice spoke from behind you. You turned to face a tall 6’6” man, his broad shoulders and buff muscles constricting within the suit he wore, his mustache proper yet holding so much power. 

Sana felt astonished, frightened even, this man was scary, he’s got to be some bodyguard, mafia boss, assassin, or something. You– no scratch that everyone looked so small compared to him. Yet your smile didn’t show any fear at all, you beamed as you hugged him. 

“Mr. Puff!” You exclaim. Okay, weird name. Sana thought. But her nervousness dissipated as she saw the man smile, it seemed so fatherly, co comforting. 

“Sana! This is Mr. Puff! He’s the owner of Puff’s Bakery!” You introduce her. Oh, this big guy owns that one cute bakery in New York—the one with white walls, completely adorned with baby pink decor? 

She’s astonished as she stares at the man. You giggle at her awed face, “He might seem all rough on the outside, but trust me he’s just a big old cream puff”. You reassure her, Sana just nods as you and Mr. Puff begin a light conversation. 

While you’re distracted, she takes the chance to look around, not at the place, she’s already done that, but at the people. Her eyes catch celebrities and business entrepreneurs of all kinds. Some of them she didn’t know anything about, except for one thing, they could probably buy her life in a heartbeat. 

Holy sh*t, is that Kim Kardashian!? 

“Sana? Sana!” You were waving a hand over her face, trying to get her attention. 

“Huh?” You giggle as she turns to you, looking like a confused puppy. You place a hand on her cheek. 

“You’re so cute, you know that?” You murmur, staring into her eyes. Sana’s face flushes. 

“W-what?” 

“Uhh I mean that– like– you…let’s just leave” 

—-

“It’s still early in the night...would you like to come over to my place?” You ask Sana after leaving the venue. 

“If you don’t mind! I would love to see your place!” Sana beams, her eyes twinkling, ready to see your home. 

You two stop in front of a huge building, handing in your keys before leading the way. Just as the two of you step into the elevator, a whole bunch of people step in. Why are there so many people out right now? You wouldn’t know. One thing you did know was that your front was literally pressed against Sana’s right now as the two of you were shoved into the corner of the elevator. 

You were breathing against Sana’s neck, her hands wrapping around your waist to keep you from falling. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. You chanted in your mind. You shivered as one of her hands trailed up from your waist across your back, against your neck, before grasping your chin. You didn’t have any time to react because she tugged your face up only to place a soft peck on your lips. You were shocked, to say the least. 

When you tried to make eye contact with her, you saw she was looking somewhere else, or at someone else. A man, you saw him scoff and stuff his phone in his pocket before turning to look at the door instead. Sana also let out a scoff under her breath before looking at you. Her serious eyes, now wide and full, you saw as her face slowly turned red. You also felt your face burn as everyone in the elevator stepped out, leaving the two of you alone in there. 

You take a step back, once the doors close, your chest heaving. You notice how Sana’s hands linger a bit before she speaks up, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that without your permission, that guy was eyeing you weird and I think he was going to take a picture of you– I know that’s not an excuse but–” 

You stopped her in her tracks, “I liked it…” you whispered. 

“What…” She breathes out. 

“I liked it” 

—

As soon as the door closed, you pushed Sana against it, your lips fully on hers. Two breaths combined into one as you tugged each other closer. Your make out session didn’t last long though. You felt yourself freeze in your spot when you heard someone clear their throat behind you—a sound you’re way too familiar with. 

“E-eun! What are you doing here!” You turned around, hair slapping Sana in the face. There was your niece in all her glory, wearing her Barbie pjs, a cup of milk in her hand, the other tapping against it as she leaned against the wall. 

“Mom dropped me off five hours ago, had the place to myself…” She shrugs as if it’s the most normal thing ever, “I should be the one asking that question to her” She points to the woman behind you, “Ms. Minatoki…” 

“I–uhmm…” Sana has nothing to say, not even the normal correction of her name, her mouth opening and closing like a fish, I mean what can you say after your student finds their aunt’s lipstick marks all over your face. 

You hurriedly hand Sana a tissue and help her pull her dress straps onto her shoulder. 

“Why didn’t your mom tell me she was dropping you off,” You groan. 

“She texted you, and emailed you, and called you, even left a voicemail, I think?” Eun murmurs. 

“You should be in bed.” 

“So you could have my teacher in yours?” 

[sweetercalypso]

thinking about actress!reader x bodyguard!abby ,, taking her everywhere with u even though it isn’t necessarily needed, being all sweet and affectionate with her but she tries to be as professional as possible and keep a straight face, her only called u ms. [last name], her fucking u in the back of her black suv (what! who said that?!)

minors dni, 18+ ish (suggestive, mentions of Abby’s strap)

She would be such a great bodyguard honestly, like she would do anything to keep you safe. And if the strap stays on under her thick, black uniform pants, that’s just part of the job 🤷🏻‍♀️

When you’re walking out of a club and there are hoards of people flashing cameras in your face so you cling onto Abby’s arm out of instinct, you already know there are gonna be pictures of the two of you all over Twitter tomorrow with headlines like “bodyguard or beau?”. You know Abby will brush it off like always, so there’s no harm in squeezing her a little closer when the paparazzi start yelling your name.

And when you’re meeting with designers, you always bring Abby along to get a second opinion. You insist she stays in the room even when you’re getting dressed because “it’s just us girls, anyway”. Even though she turns around when your clothes come off, you don’t miss the way she positions herself at the perfect angle to watch you in the reflection of the big mirror in front of her.

And when you tell her to turn back around and you’re wearing a tight dress that shows enough cleavage to make her mouth water, it takes all her strength to hold herself back.

You know she’s struggling not to fall to her knees and put you on her face right there in the dressing room, and when you voice a sultry “d’you like it?” she just folds her arms over her chest in her usual professional stance and says “we’re taking that one home.”

[magalidragon]

ready for it? | a smutty criminal Jonerys fic

For the @snowxstormworld Jonerys Summer Lovin 2024 event, Day 1: Turn Up the Heat. 😈

And for @libradoodle1 , I give you trashstache Jon. Enjoy him while he lasts. 😂

A tiny little thing, but he would never misjudge based on small packaging. Arya was a wisp but she had a bodycount that was uncountable at this point in her short life. He wanted another cigarette, but refrained from reaching into his jacket, lest one of her bodyguards shoot him. He sized up the driver pretty fast as her "bodyman" who was responsible for her singular protection, while another, a woman who got out of the other side of the car, probably could also take him down in seconds.

The other woman, her dark hair in springy curls, pushed back from her face with a jeweled headband, approached first. He could see in the headlights that she had caramel skin, golden-brown eyes, and wore shiny gold jewelry, but he also knew she had a knife at her hip and probably at least two guns on her person, if not another knife. She offered her hand, smiling warmly. "You must be Mr. Snow, my name is Missandei Naath."

He did not confirm, but shook her hand, and she did the same with Arya, who grunted an acknowledgement when Missandei said she must be Arya Stark. He kept his gaze fixed on Daenerys.

The Dragon Queen.

In the headlights, her silver hair glowed, its own beacon. He couldn't see the shade of her eyes in the darkness, but he knew they were purple. Some shade of it, at least, and they weren't contacts. He ran his tongue over his teeth again, wondering what she had between her and her crisp black dress. It slicked over her like a second skin.

Missandei stepped backwards, folding her hands in front of her and smiling politely. "I hope you do not mind, but Grey will have to ensure you aren't carrying weapons."

Arya hissed between clenched teeth. "We were informed that part of this arrangement would be that no one would be carrying."

"And you and I both know that neither of us intended on following that," Missandei said, still smiling, only now there was a bite to it. Her eyes flashed. "Place them on the SUV and we shall do the same."

Arya glanced at him; he barely nodded. She growled and began to disarm. Knives, guns, all manner of objects began to emerge from beneath her jacket and in her boots. He simply took out the handgun from his back and the one on his ankle, setting them down, and watching as Missandei and Grey did the same.

Daenerys continued to stare straight at him, not a single expression on her face.

She was one cool dragon, Jon figured, cocking his head a little, trying to size her up further. The Dragon Queen. He nodded in her direction. “Ms. Targaryen,” he acknowledged, letting his Northern accent drawl her name. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. He smiled, flashing his teeth, wolfish. “It’s a pleasure.”

To his surprise, the woman smiled, long and slow, her eyes crinkling in the corners. She smirked, walking closer, and he got a whiff of jasmine perfume.

She spoke, her voice lilting with a slight Valyrian accent, “We’ll see.”

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Helloww~ Sorry to bother you, i don't know if i can request,but i love how you writing so much!! and can i request:

Y/n is famous KPop idol in the world,especially in Japan (Because She was born in Japan) , and she is Mori daughter,but no one know about it,until one day she come back to japan from Korean to hold a concert in Japan and her fans already waiting for her in the airport. in the other place Mori already knew about it and he wants to pick up and protect Y/n when she comes from fans ,bcs he know her fans very many and crazy for her,and he asked his trusted executives and Mafioso (Like Dazai Chuuya, akutagawa,black lizard or more if you want) to protect her. at first he did not tell his subordinates who is the person they want to pick up thats make them anoyed and curious why so many people at the airport, until Y/n comes and greet Mori to make them shock ( you can make the conversation until they get in the car when they protect y/n from her fans hehe). at the end Mori tell his subordinates to protect Y/n too while at the concert because he dont trust Y/n bodyguard. and the rest story you can add if you want.

(I don't know if this make sense, good or not, bcs this idea keep come from my mind so long ago But I still don't have the guts to tell , so if you don't like it you can skip it) Thank you and sorry for that very long sentence🙏❤️

✫Evenings, family & roses✫

Summary: Even if you were big and famous, you would still be a kid for them. Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting. Hii tysm for the request, it was fun brainstorming your idea. It might as well as get a part two cause the story is fun to write!

“LN Y/N, the famous Kpop star, seemed to return back to her hometown as the industry seemed to shift more eastwards ... .what are your thoughts on this Mr Otogawa?”

You switched off the tv as you looked at the stuff that was supposed to aid you tomorrow for your stay back in Japan, the place you originated from.

The sun slowly settled at the beautiful city of Seoul, Korea where you resisted. Tomorrow you will be back home, in the same room where you were raised from and at the same place where your first music career started.

The house here you resisted was nice but it wasn't as comfortable as your own home. You missed your home, and for once you decided it was time to return home to meet back people you left.

It wasn't like you were very bonded with your father, rather were disappointed to be adopted by the likes of him, but it was better to be surrounded by people who didn't judge you on your position as they did back her, each person trying to sabotage each other’s way on top. You didn't mind it though, nothing was a fair play and you intended to rise on the top.

Singing was your passion, and you intended it was kept that way.

“Flight SE-234 landed at Yokohama. This is your captain K-”

Standing from the seat, you look around to see the cabinet on board rushing towards the door as the passengers in the economy seat frustratedly pick up their luggage overhead, some yelling and cursing on the way.

'Illiterates' You thought as your manager behind you, Mr Rei picked up your luggage, assisting you on the way to go outside the plane.

Pulling your cap over your head, while you stood dressed  minimalist, you hoped you wouldn't encounter any crazy fans outdoors, despite the fact your bodyguards surrounded you thoroughly, bringing attention more than needed.

“Ms L/N it seems that the hotel you were ought to resist by the company has ran into an issue thus I would be assigning you further-”

“No need to run errands Mr Rei, this is my hometown I have got it-”

“OMG IS THAT Y/N L/N?” “OMG Y/N LOOK HERE PLEASE SIGN-” “MARRY ME Y/N” “LOVE YOUR SONGS Y/N”

Sighting, you half  smiled at the fans that encircled your bodyguards around, as you desperately tried to move from the crowd, covering your face more as the paparazzi seemed to hounder you more.

You finally were able to reach outside the departure gate of the airport, when almost everyone screamed your name, madness over them as they wore the merchandise with your face.

You started to despite your face. Everywhere you see, you could see yourself staring at you smiling through the fake curtains to hold onto the happiness you persuade.

“HERE” A man with Aubergine eyes shouted, as he desperately held a little girl in his arms, while the men around him looked at you in half in annoyance, and half in glee.

‘It isn't even an hour yet and he dropped up here’ you thought, as you took your luggage from your bodyguard, and headed towards the man, grumbling in annoyance. You didnt care what the paparazzi thought, afterall he was only known to be a physician by the common man, unaware of his true crime he worked for.

“Why the hell are there so many people here, what is the meaning of this?” A gingerhead asked his boss, who was currently gleaming on seeing you return back home.

“I think it's fascinating to see people being crazy over some other human” 

“Shut up, says the one who doesn't even value his own live”

“Boys, behave” The aubergine eyed man said, staring at their soul before he nodded at the black haired boy behind him not before noticing your stare at their side.

Suddenly, a black shadow-like black, thread-like substance gripped the sides of your shirt, lifting you up almost faster than the speed of light, and in the blink of an eye you were inside a car surrounded by people you just saw.

“WHAT THE FU- oh, its you” You spoke as you saw the man in the passenger seat glaring at the rear mirror, before saying “Welcome back Y/N”

So much for a warm welcome. 

Suddenly your phone started to ring, to which the young adult sitting beside you picked it up, his face half covered with bandages, as he seemed so bright it could have broken the studio lights itself.

 “Moshi Moshi, Just picking up to inform you that Y/N is safe and sound, isn't it right Y/N?”

Looking at the call id, not before glaring at the boy, you answered, “yEAH, Mr Rei, it's just a warm family way, Don't worry I would be their at 8 to start the show, please repress the paparazzi whoever recorded the scene, THANK YOU BYE”

You ended the call, as you suddenly realised that your luggage seemed to be missing. 

“Don't worry Y/N-san, We got your suitcase with us”

“Who brought it?”

“Oh it's just my subordinate doing his duty, still reckless and I am sorry he created such a scene at the airport.” he said  pointing at the boy at the back of the car, who looked like he was shoved at the back along with the luggage.

Guess, it was going to be a long journey.

“The heck- who the hell even are you?” A gingerhead beside you questioned, as he used his ability to make people float away from the car they were sitting in. 

“Figure it out yourself” you answered, as you held your face between your arms sighing yet again in disappointment, as your fans desperately covered the car up. 

“Home sweet home” you whispered to yourself, as your stuff laid in front of you on the bed you once slept on.

A knock at your door stopped your train of thoughts.

“Come in” You shouted, half throwing your stuff to make sure your room looked half decent. 

“So you really did came back darling” 

“Kōuyōu! It's you!” you half screamed as you ran towards her to hug her. She was like the mother you never had, her voice always coated with sweetness and supportiveness, her hugs giving the best comforts and her scent so sweet and pure like roses.

“Oh my, look how much you have bloomed darling,” Kouyou said, as she patted your head smiling, “Your presence is very much needed at the office darling, better not waste more time now?”

 You nodded your head as you followed her behind, before closing the door behind you.

“Y/N welcome home sweetheart” 

That the first thing you hear from your so-called father like figure

“Hello, Mori”

“Uh ugh, my little girl really got ruined by going outside the bounds of this building” Mori said, as he shook his head in disapproval, smiling a little.

“WHAT!?” Chuuya shouted, as he received a slap from Dazai who complained how loud he shouted, making him almost dead, to which their quarrel begin to play on an endless casket loop.

“Uh guys?” You said, "Its me!”, waving your arms to get attention

“Why am I here?” you asked, raising your eyebrow.

“Ah Y/N Darling it's glad you asked,” Mori said, as he walked towards the boys who seemed to quiet down. Placing his hands on their shoulder, “These boys here will be aiding you to your so called dream concert till further due”

“What? I told you I don't need any aid from you, besides I already have well trained guards from the company itself. I already broke rules by staying here” you spoke, each time your voice raising.

“But dear-”

“NO”

“You and I both know this, don't we?” Mori said, his eyes boring into yours, staring at your soul, “I don't think so I need to explain myself anymore. These are going to be your bodyguard replacement if you like it or not.”

You could do nothing but nod your head in disapproval. Fighting your own father figure was a difficult task. It gets intense if he is a mafian boss.

Suddenly, you hear someone shouting ‘Rintarou’ Mori nervously chucked, “Now why don't you boys go and show Y/N the new Port Mafia upgrades!” Mori spoke up, pushing all three out the door now. 

“Y/N remember, your father is port mafia boss, and you would get involved in a game you don't want”

That was the last words of your father before he shuts the door at your face along with the other boys, whose name was yet to be discovered.

So you might have seen, I kind of twisted the story idea, because i personally feel some scenarios may be to much ooc for me to write. Sorry to disappoint you though if the ff didn't turn out as expected! Idm mind long para req, lmao it makes me feel loved. Plus, if you have more ideas, my asks and submissions are always open for discussion

[nokonomi]

A cold…dark, windy day sets the mood in Hollywood, rain filling the empty corners. Everyone in the streets running with their umbrellas, seeking shelter from the rain.

On rare occasions, a dark, deep tone would be set on the mood for Los Angeles. Meanwhile, in the great depths of the Windowcrest Mansion, there laid a tall, 10ft statue, not exactly a statue. But a tall man. A man with a little suit and some squeaky black shoes. He had a bow tie and glasses covering his stern face. The screen moves to a velvet chair, comfortable as soft rabbit hair, which it was probably made of and colored into velvet.

There, sitting in the little corner, was a little girl, wearing nothing but some pearly black Mary Jane shoes, with white socks and a dark pink dress, with a bow attached to the waist, and a bow, keeping her soft, and plush brown hair tied. She was currently petting a soft kitty cat, with a pink collar bow with a little bell.

The girl viciously rubbed the soft kitty, she seemed to be quite angry and remorseful. Full of revenge and putrid hatred, shielded from the outside world, the world of Hollywood, to keep herself from going insane. The kitty was trembling as it sat in the fear of the little girl, then it screamed and ran away as it ran into the bedroom, running into the corner as the little girl looked at her computer desk angrily, she snapped her fingers and the tall man standing next to her in plaid shoes and a bow tie came slowly walking towards her, a giant of a man, of course, and turned her seat around. The man didn’t even stare at her. He just looked straight at the wall, and he opened his mouth.

“Yes. Ms. Nightingale.”

The man said in a deep and dark, and very intimidating tone as the girl angrily huffed and puffed at her computer screen. Jealous coursing through her veins as she stared at the screen, which the man looks at for a quick second, and sees a news article about two brothers and their three crew members.

The notorious animal lovers and biologist.

THE KRATT BROTHERS.

Clara constantly despised them. She hates them. Hates them for all they are. They are getting more attention than her. And she intends on making sure they don’t get their “happily ever after” ending after all. She wants to crush them within her hands and make sure they never speak a single word. Quite violent for a 9 year old girl, am I right?

Ahem, anyways, so. She smashed the computer and slammed it with her fists, but she managed to not break the computer. The butler managed to calm her down and she spoke and took a deep breathe whilst calming her anger down as she gave a sharp smile to her bodyguard/butler, and gave him a sadistic yet almost angelic look on her face.

“Rudy. Do you know the KRATTT brothers?”

…..

“Yes I do, Ms. Nightingale.”

“Do you know the…EXACT reason why they anger me so much, as to why, Rudy?”

….

“Because they are more pop-“

“CUT! CUT CUT CUT! NOW LISTEN HERE RUDY, DON’T YOU DARE EVER SAY THEY’RE MORE POPULAR THAN I AM. THEY’RE JUST A STUPID ANIMAL CREW AND HERE I AM TRYING MY BEST TO MAKE MYSELF LOOK GOOD ENOUGH IN FRONT…OF…….EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!”

Clara said as she exploded into a ball of rage, the butler quickly giving her a plushie of Chris and Martin, their own merchandise. She hates it. She wanted to tear it apart, so she did. She teared it apart with her knife and scissors, spilling ketchup sauce all over them, acting as if it was blood. She laughed evily and smashed her arms against the table as she gave the butler a devilish look. She quickly put on her robe and then walked off to the window, where laid across the entire city of Los Angeles.

It was a beautiful view, well, except for the rain exactly. She stared at it with pride and egotistical maniacal pride as she smashed her hand against the window and looked at it, her reflection doting on her as she smiled viciously. The little girl had big plans. Plans that would make sure the Kratt’s never rose to fame ever again. She grabbed a newspapers with their photos on it, and she ripped it in half and threw it to the ground. She laughed and cackled until she stopped and smiled cutely, posing as she met with the butler’s eyes again.

“One day. ONE DAY….I’m going to make sure they…come to tea! So Rudy. I want you to send an invitation and invite them to my mansion! And make sure they don’t LEAVE.”

-The end, Jealousy, part 1

[armandisdaddy]

Her Bodyguard Modern Au! Ser Harwin Strong x OC Targaryen

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong (Bodyguard)x OC Targaryen (Heiress)

Word Count: 2,008

Content: Modern Au! 18 PLUS 🔞, Angst, Fluff, LOTS OF TENSION, Bratty, Brat-Taming,& Swearing

Summary: Rhaena very spoiled, conceited, headstrong, and very very naive. She needed his protection and his guidance, but will it be enough to save her?

Chapter One Difficult

Today was going to be a busy one she thought it was the day a party was being held in honor of her sister Rhaenyra’s wedding. She lay in her large canopy bed looking up at the champagne-colored linens that shrouded her. The sunlight peeked through the opening on the fabric kissing her skin ever so slightly with warmth. Stretching her limbs, she ejected herself from her bed after giving herself a well-needed pep talk. Making her way into the bathroom she did her regular beauty routine showering, exfoliating, plucking whatever it took for her to be perfect. Her gorgeous platinum locks were styled in voluminous curls that could give nothing but glamour. After all, she was the daughter of the richest man in King’s Landing, and she was to inherit it all.

There was so much to do with the last remaining details that needed to be taken care of and she was off to make it happen. She exited her room wearing a sleek black dress by Louis Vuitton that accentuated her small waist and rounded hips. Immediately following behind her was whom she called her “Shadow” Harwin or if she was being formal Mr. Strong. He had been her bodyguard since was sixteen and she refused to have another.

“Hello, Shadow.” She spoke in a sing-song tone teasing him with a coy smile, which she enjoyed immensely. He nodded to her, a smirk threatening to tug at the corner of his mouth, but he put his stoic face make own and straightened his posture. When it came to Rhaena he was a big softy, watching her grow it the beautiful young woman she was today warmed his heart, but she still was a brat, nonetheless. “Harwin, I must pick up my dress from the boutique at ten-thirty and then we must make sure the venue for the party is perfect at noon. Nodding in acknowledgment he opened the door for her and walked her to the sleek black BMW that waited outside for her. “Yes, Ms. Targaryen.”

They took no time getting her dress from her favorite boutique she put it on to make sure everything was just right and as always Rhaena looked beautiful. He smiled to himself staring in adoration, but quickly averting his gaze when she turned in his direction. Before he knew it was already noon and she was already scolding the party planner about something that wasn’t right. He was uninterested in what small unnoticeable mistake that poor woman had made that set the little demon off this time. She was so utterly picky it was a wonder she got anything done sometimes.

He could see the party planner on the verge of tears; Harwin decided it was time to wrangle the brat in. “All right, all right, Ms. Rhaena. I think we should let the lady do her job. The venue looks good. There is no need in insulting her work.”, He took hold of her arm pulling her away. “But I’m not finished. Get off me, Harwin!” He did not relent and began to pull her to a secluded area where he pushed her back against the marbled wall and hovered over her. “Listen, I get this is supposed to be a special day for your sister. But you are going to ruin it before the party even starts, little devil.” He spoke in a firm whisper so no one else could hear such an exchange. “Stop … being… difficult.” She rolled her eyes and sighed under her breath. “Fine…”

She thanked the planner, and they were off again this time it was to grab something to eat and head back to her home so she could start the long…long…long process of getting ready. Once they were back Rhaena ran to her room calling on a few maids to help her get ready for tonight’s festivities. Her Shadow followed only to part ways to get to his room which was next to hers.

He sighed in annoyance, never being the dapper kind of guy, but he had to admit he cleaned up well when he put some effort into it. He put on an all-black suit tailored just right to his frame. His brown curls were combed back to make himself look presentable, and he trimmed his beard to sharpen the look. He now sat waiting for his little devil to come out, but that might take a while.

Meanwhile, Rhaena was running her maids ragged as one styled her hair and the two others helped her put on her dress. Her platinum tresses were pinned up in a gorgeous style and her dress was a glamorous black dress with one shoulder strap and a long slit that came down her right thigh. She put a subtle amount of make-up on her milky white skin and for her shoes, she put a pair of sexy strapped heels with pearl accents on the shoes. She admired herself in her large body mirror and snapped a few pictures before grabbing her black clutch and walking out into the hall.

Harwin heard her door open and quickly followed coming up behind her. Rhaena turned to him, a smile as bright as the sun shown on her face upon seeing him. He looked good, she said to herself. He on the other hand was taken aback by how gorgeous she looked. His heart skipped a beat and his thoughts jumbled together. He shook his head slightly realizing she had been talking to him. “Helloooo…Earth to Harwin…how do I look?” He took her hand spinning her about, she giggled in response before standing back to take a good look at her. “You look gorgeous, my little devil.” She blushed, looking into his eyes before quickly turning away.

“Umm thank you, but we need to go, Mr. Strong.” They’ve had moments like this before but there was this feeling that seemed to build the more they were around each other and it had only started recently. Before, she was just a child he had to follow around and be annoyed by most of the time. Other times they played, and he made her laugh, but now she was a young woman, and he couldn’t help but see and feel the difference time has made, and neither could she.

Quickly they exited the home and were on their way. The car pulled up to the location of the event and Harwin was coming to the back passenger side to open the door. Stepping out she was almost flooded by all the paparazzi as well as the public that watched as all the elites of King’s Landing came together. Harwin connected their arms so that he could safely lead her inside without an issue. She blushed as she clung to him so tightly stopping to pose for pictures.

Finally, they were at the entrance and now that it was nighttime, and the mood was set the image she had in her mind for this grandiose occasion came together perfectly. Rhaena smiled at Harwin excited and giddy with delight. He couldn’t help but smile and laugh with her, but quickly became stoic again once approached by her father, Viserys. “Rhaena, my sweet girl. You’ve done an amazing job putting this all together. I’m sure Rhaenyra will love it.” He hugged her and kissed her forehead nodding to Harwin in acknowledgement before he left her side to greet more of the guests that came in behind them.

Shortly after Viserys dismissed himself, his new wife Alicent greeted them. Of course, Rhaena was not a fan of her being that Alicent grew up with her and her sister. “Rhaena, you look beautiful.” She was trying to be warm and loving, but she came off as cold and uninterested. “As do you... Come on Harwin let’s find something else to do.” Harwin knew the best way for Rhaena to keep up appearances and remain cordial was to avoid her stepmother at all times.

Now they awaited the newlywed’s arrival as it seemed Rhaenyra and Laenor were to be fashionably late. Rhaena saw her uncle Daemon who was keeping himself occupied with a glass of wine and she sent Harwin to bring her a drink as well before approaching him. “Guess who?” She giggled as she snuck up behind him covering his eyes. Daemon chuckled and turned to see one of his favorite people. “My darling, Rhaena. The two exchanged hugs and words pulling off to the side to talk shit about everyone that came in when Harwin handed her a glass of champagne. He knew her so well.

Finally, the long-awaited couple made their entrance and Rhaenyra looked gorgeous with her handsome new husband on her arm. Daemon seemed a bit annoyed, but Laena caught his eye and quickly approached the two stealing Rhaena’s uncle away. And now the party had begun. She danced with her sister and from the looks of it they were enjoying themselves. They giggled like they used to when they were playing tag or some silly Princess game; she was going to miss her.

Daemon took Rhaenyra’s hand whisking her away onto the dance floor. Rhaena objected, but Harwin approached her with his hand open to her. “May I have this dance?” She smiled sliding her hand into his., “Yes, you may.” Leading her out onto the floor a hand rested on the small of her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they began to sway to the sounds of “All of Me” by John Legend. Spinning her around pressing his chest into her back she giggled, and he laughed in return it was almost like they were the only two people there at this very moment.

After the dance, Rhaena could see Rhaenyra burning a hole into her from the corner of her eye before she was swept away by her into a secluded area. “What the fuck was that Rhaena?” Confusion furrowed her brow “What was what?” Rhaenyra scoffed. “So, the two of you looking like you wanted to suck each other’s faces off didn’t just happen? Or am I the only one who noticed how in love the two of you looked?” She busted out in laughter. “Harwin? Are you serious? He’s always been like a brother to me.” Rolling her eyes Rhaenyra walked away, “Suuurree.”

She couldn’t be serious, but she seemed serious. Rhaena raked her brain trying to figure out what her sister was seeing. Was she missing something? Instead of dwelling on it, she intended to enjoy herself before the party was over, but as she returned a fight broke out. Her father’s bodyguard Cole was pummeling into the face of Joffrey someone who came with Laenor’s entourage. Chaos ensued and a full-on riot erupted. Rhaena had been knocked to the floor getting stepped on and walked over. The sounds of hysteric partygoers snuffed out her screams, but Harwin was already pushing through the crowd to get to her, calling out to her.

He found her curled into a ball on the floor shielding herself. He busted a few people in the jaw who crowded around her, hoisting her up over her shoulder as if she weighed nothing. Making a quick getaway he placed her in the car. She had passed out and he placed her head on his lap ordering the chauffeur to rush them to the hospital. “Please, don’t leave me, little devil. Who will I follow if you’re gone?” He begged her even though she was out of it. He caressed her face and stroked her hair with so much care. “Please stay with me…” The faint sounds of the EKG beeping began to wake her. Everything seemed to be in a blur. Then the pain hit, and she remembered how she had got there.

Harwin lifted himself from his seat quickly finding his way to her side. He grabbed her hand and kissed it lightly. “I’m so happy to see you awake. You scared me, little devil.”

To be continued...

[sephirthoughts]

Father: Verb

11 year old WMD Sephiroth is assigned a new handler/bodyguard named Vincent Valentine.

rating: teen and up (prev chapter linked at bottom)

Chapter 5: String Beans

He couldn’t find any information about a person named Lucrecia. As an asset, Sephiroth’s access to the Shinra network was severely truncated, of course, but he couldn’t even find anything with credentials he lifted from a dozing guard. There was not a single mention of the word Lucrecia, anywhere that he could access, with that level of clearance. Nothing for Lucre or Luc, either.

It was pretty much the same for Valentine, aside from the man’s current photograph and list of access privileges. In the name of rigor, Sephiroth searched Valen and then Val, too. After sifting through a mountain of files, he actually came across something interesting, if not particularly useful.

It was an archived memo, informing the division head of the reassignment of Agent Vincent Valentine, from Special Investigations, to Science and Research, dated fifteen years ago. The record name had been input incorrectly, as ‘Valantine,’ which was likely the reason it remained.

Sephiroth was annoyed at both the sloppiness of such an error, and that the sanitization of the databases had also been so carelessly done, so as to leave such an obvious trace behind. His impatience for human stupidity notwithstanding, he was getting nowhere like this. He needed a higher level of clearance.

He couldn’t access the upper floors, but getting past security down here was basically a joke. One of the junior researchers, working late one night, made an easy target. Sephiroth simply evaded the guards, slipped into the man’s office, waited for him to log on to the network, and then pinched a pressure point to knock him out.  

Using the unconscious scientist’s terminal, he then searched a much larger network than the one he’d previously had access to. Still, there was not a single record under the name Lucrecia, Lucre or Luc. Searching the name Valentine yielded nothing more regarding Vincent, but he did find something else.

A hit, for a Dr. Grimoire Valentine. Apparently he was a senior scientist, who had been working on a project related to protomateria, and an entity he called Chaos. That was all irrelevant to Sephiroth, but in the file, there was a single photograph of the man.

He was a handsome gentleman, with long, black hair, dressed in black clothing, with a crimson scarf. It very much reminded Sephiroth of Vincent’s manner of dress. One look at his face made it clear that the man was at least a close relative. Sephiroth had assumed Vincent’s scarlet eye color was related to the rest of his inhuman characteristics, but apparently, it was natural.

So, this man must be Vincent’s father. Was he still around, somewhere?

He continued to peruse the file, and came upon the incident report, regarding the man’s death, in an accidental explosion. The report mentioned, almost as a footnote, that Dr. Valentine had sacrificed himself to save the life of his assistant, Ms. Lucrecia Crescent.

Finally! The name Sephiroth had been seeking! But…this only raised more questions than it answered. This Lucrecia Crescent had to be the woman Vincent had mentioned, but if she was his father’s assistant, then she was a Shinra scientist, too. There should be some record of her somewhere, other than this single mention, buried in her former colleague’s file.

Sephiroth was beginning to suspect that whatever happened to Lucrecia Crescent, was related to whatever happened to Vincent. Vincent repeatedly warned him never to ask about it, so any pertinent information having been purged from the company’s databases tracked.

But even concealed records have to be kept somewhere, by someone. If he wanted to find out more, he’d need access to the upper levels, which was basically impossible, unless he wanted to brute-force his way in, which would defeat the purpose.

If anyone knew all of Shinra’s dirty secrets, it would be the old professor. But Sephiroth couldn’t risk getting Vincent into trouble, by asking him. Not to mention, the mere thought of the man made him nauseous and shaky, and sent his heart rate through the roof.

Frustrated by the dead-ends he’d reached, he left the office and slipped back to his room, to lie awake mulling over what he’d found out.

Maybe Vincent was telling the truth, and Lucrecia really was only an old friend. It would make sense that he’d be acquainted with his father’s assistant. Only…the date of Vincent’s reassignment from the Turks, to the Science and Research Division, was several years after the death of Dr. Valentine.

He tossed restlessly, for a while, then it occurred to him. He couldn’t ask Vincent about what happened to him or that Lucrecia woman, but he could approach it indirectly.

“Vincent, do you have a father?” he asked, the next evening, when they were walking in the courtyard, after supper.

“No,” Vincent said. “He died. Long time ago.”

“How did he die?”

“There was some kind of accident, where he was working. I was never clear on the details, but they say he was a hero and that he died saving someone else’s life.”

“Whose life?”

“A research assistant.”

“Oh. Were you very sad?”

“I don’t know if sad is the right word. I felt…loss and regret, but it wasn’t the kind of heartbreak people describe, when they talk about losing loved ones.”

“So, neither of us have fathers, then,” Sephiroth said, using the sympathy register.

A strange expression flickered across Vincent’s face, but he turned away, and his collar concealed it.

Sephiroth misunderstood the reaction. “I didn’t mean to—of course, it must have been harder for you, since you knew your father.”

“I wouldn’t say that. He was a good man, by all accounts, but I hardly knew him. He was often away working, when I was a child. After my mother died, he stopped coming home, altogether. We exchanged telephone calls a couple of times a year, but that’s all. He was never really a presence, in my life.”

Sephiroth’s big eyes got even bigger. “You don’t have a mother? You mean…you’re an orphan, like me?”

Vincent nodded slowly. “I guess I am.”

“But we have each other, now,” Sephiroth said, looking eagerly into his face. “We don’t need families, or anyone else, because we’ll be alright, as long as we’re together. Won’t we Vincent?”

“Yeah. We will.”

Sephiroth sighed happily and leaned into the embrace he’d known was coming. Vincent hugged him pretty often, now, and he always did after the boy had been adorably earnest and vulnerable.

He was consciously aware that he was acting cute, to get affection, but he was hardly the first child to do such a thing. And, child that he was, despite his highly advanced intelligence, he’d forgotten all about wheedling for information, in his excitement at the revelation that Vincent was an orphan, just like him.

He felt almost joyful about it, and then soundly berated himself for it. That was a wrong feeling to have. He didn’t want Vincent to suffer or be sad. He was just happy to have another thing in common with his special person. Also…if Vincent didn’t have anyone but him, the way he had no one but Vincent, it was only for the better. That way he wouldn’t want to leave him.  

Sephiroth’s rational mind knew it was disgracefully childish, the covetous, clinging way he wanted to possess and monopolize Vincent, but he couldn’t help it. On a daily basis, he caught himself wishing he could lock him in, chain him up, fuse their flesh and bone together if he had to, so that Vincent could never leave. The more he tried not to, the more he fixated on it, day and night. The more possessive and obsessed he became.

There was nothing sexual about it—he was a child, and hardly even aware of romantic interactions between humans—but measured purely in degrees of intensity, Sephiroth’s love for Vincent already rivaled the great romances in literature and drama. And, much like in literature and drama, his attitude toward Vincent very closely reflected the jealous lover archetype.

But the word that fit the shape of the black and empty hole in his heart was not lover, it was father. He wanted Vincent to be his father. He wanted to be Vincent’s son. He wanted the security of that blood tie, eternal and unbreakable, binding them together forever, so he could never lose him.

Then, perhaps, he would be able to calm down, and stop hanging on, with such a white-knuckle grip. Stop frantically searching databases for scraps related to an old lover, to prove to himself that she was not a threat. Stop engineering circumstances that would cause a newly-established young baker in Nibelheim to suddenly pull up stakes and relocate to Costa Del Sol, practically overnight.

He had to keep Vincent by his side, forever, but he had to do it in a way that Vincent would agree to, and be happy with. He had to build the cage carefully and softly around him, without alarming him and causing him to attempt to fly away, because he knew he could never bear to clip the wings of his beautiful bird. Not unless he absolutely had to.

The first time he beat Vincent in a sparring match, he was a few months from turning fourteen. Sephiroth had been able to move faster than the human eye could perceive, basically since he was big enough to walk. This time, in a moment of distraction, he broke through the detection threshold of Vincent’s enhanced eyes, and landed a hurricane of blows within a millisecond, throwing the taller, older man to the ground. Before he could react, Sephiroth had him pinned, with the katana at his throat.

“Good,” Vincent said, as the boy grabbed his hand to pull him up. “You’ve finally stopped holding back.”

“Holding back?” Sephiroth frowned.

Vincent put a hand on his narrow hip. “Do you really think I can’t tell when you’re pulling your punches, and fighting at less than your full strength?”

“Um…I—”

“I understand you don’t want to hurt me, Seph, but holding back is a bad habit to get into. In live combat, ruthlessness is merciful. Ending things as quickly as possible prevents more suffering. Sparing the enemy will only lead to more messy, protracted conflicts, and get even more people killed. It could get you killed. Be rational, decisive, and thorough, and when you draw your weapon, always strike to kill.”

“I understand,” Sephiroth said, lowering his head contritely. “I’m sorry, Vincent.”

Vincent patted his shoulder encouragingly. “It’s alright. Square up, let’s go again. No more holding back, got it?”

In truth, Sephiroth had been fighting well below his capability for quite some time. It was less for fear of hurting Vincent, and stemmed more from his absolute terror of losing him. He worried that if his bodyguard was no longer his match, in combat, they would consider the position redundant, and send him away. That would be unacceptable. He couldn’t live in this place without Vincent.

After training, in which he reluctantly thrashed his mentor, for nearly two more hours, Sephiroth went to shower, as he had to do now, after every training session, because his maturing body was producing more sweat. He wasn’t growing any body hair, as the information he’d been given regarding puberty suggested he should be, but he was growing taller, and his muscle mass was steadily increasing.

It so happened that he had an annual physical exam scheduled, today, to which Vincent accompanied him, in order to prevent any repeats of the hair cutting incident. They had sent two scientists (not the ones he had injured) and a nurse, this time, all of whom were extremely deferential and polite. As usual, they asked a lot of questions, watched him break testing equipment, as they tried in vain to find the limit of his strength, weighed him, measured his height and the proportions of his body, drew vials of blood, did a cheek cell scraping, and plucked a few silver hairs, from his head.

On the surgical tray, beside the exam table, there was the usual plastic specimen container for urine, but beside it was something Sephiroth hadn’t seen before. It was made of black plastic, and his first thought was that it was an insulated thermos, but if so, it was standing upside down. Also, it had a button on the side, and the narrow end was rounded, so it was only possible to stand it up on the wide end, where the lid was screwed on.

“Alright, I’m going step out now,” the nurse said. “Just leave your samples on the tray, and then you’re free to go.”

“Excuse, me, ma’am,” Sephiroth called out, stopping her. “I don’t understand. Samples, plural?”

She pointed to the clear specimen cup. “Urine.” Then she pointed to the thermos thing. “Semen.”

Sephiroth froze, and Vincent, who’d been leaning against the wall, dozing, jolted awake.

“Press that button to activate the device, and it will begin collection,” the nurse explained, matter-of-factly. “After ejaculation, press the button again to deactivate it, and screw the lid back on. Oh, and be sure to use the collection device after you give your urine specimen. Semen in your urethra could contaminate the sample. Any other questions?”

“N—no. Thank you,” Sephiroth said faintly, looking down at his feet.

He was blushing so hard that his ears and neck felt hot, and he wished with all his might that the universe would strike him dead, then and there. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. Apparently, neither had Vincent. After the nurse left, there was a supremely uncomfortable beat, in which both of them remained silent and avoided eye contact, not knowing to what to do.

“I’d better, uh. Leave you to it, then,” Vincent mumbled, and retreated from the room like his cloak was on fire.

Sephiroth, now on his own, filled the urine sample cup, then eyed the semen collection device warily. He’d had erections and nocturnal emissions, as was normal and healthy for a boy in early puberty, but he’d never intentionally masturbated himself.

The idea was so deeply humiliating to him, that he wanted to cry. Especially since Vincent was waiting for him, outside, and couldn’t help but know exactly what was going on, in here.

Gathering his courage, he forced himself to pick the device up. It was unexpectedly heavy and unwieldy, in his small hand. With a little trouble, he unscrewed the lid, and looked at the inside. It was filled with a transparent, blue, jelly-like substance. There was a tiny slit in the middle of this gel, which must be where he was meant to…do that.

While he was looking at it, he pressed the power button by accident. The whole thing started vibrating, which startled him so badly, he fumbled and nearly dropped it. Hastily pressing the button again, he dropped the device on the tray with a clatter, and practically ran from the exam room.

Vincent was waiting for him in the hall. As they walked away, together, he cleared his throat, awkwardly. “It’s a totally normal thing, for—”

“I couldn’t do it,” Sephiroth blurted out. “I just couldn’t. It’s too embarrassing and gross, and that thing was scary.”

Vincent stopped dead in his tracks. “You have to go back. You have to do it,” he said, so unexpectedly that Sephiroth almost thought he’d misheard.

“What?”

“You have to go back in there and give your semen sample.”

Sephiroth balked and backed away a step. “No. I can’t do it. I don’t want to!”

Vincent put both hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes. His expression was grave, and there was a hint of fear in it. “Seph, if you don’t give them the sample here, I…I’m afraid the old man will have them take one from you, later. I cannot stomach the thought of what that might entail. Please do it. I know it’s embarrassing because you’re a kid, but I promise it’s nothing to be ashamed of. And it’s far better than the alternative.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Sephiroth fretted, picking anxiously at the cuticle of his thumb. “Will you…help me?”

Vincent blinked.

Sephiroth’s eyes went wide. “No, no! I didn’t mean—that’s not what I was—ahh, why is this so awful? I just meant help me figure out how to use that thing, so I don’t do it wrong.”

The room was just as they’d left it, a moment ago. Sephiroth sat on the exam table and Vincent picked up the device to look at it, switching the power on and off, and inspecting the blue gel.

“It seems fairly straightforward,” he concluded. “Just do like the nurse said. Don’t be scared if it feels like it’s…uh, s—sucking you in. That’s what it’s supposed to do.”

“Have you used one of these?” Sephiroth asked, accepting the device from Vincent.

“No. The last time I gave a semen sample was…” Vincent trailed off and looked away. “It was a long time ago, when I was alive. They didn’t have these things, back then. Take your time, and don’t be afraid. I’ll be right outside. Ok?”

Sephiroth took a deep breath, then nodded bravely. “Ok.”

Neither of them were in the mood for the dining facility, that evening, so they ordered up to Sephiroth’s room, where the boy ate, in a rather subdued mood. After they’d sat in silence for a while, Vincent sighed and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms.

“Look, Seph, I’m from an older generation. I have some old-fashioned hangups about sex and sexuality, that were ingrained into me very early on, along with a lot of religious guilt and shame about my body. I don’t want to do that to you. But how do I be open enough with you, so that you don’t feel ashamed to talk about those things, without being too open, and making you even more uncomfortable? I’m in uncharted waters, here, with no example to follow. My parents taught me nothing about sex, and then died. When I died, at age twenty-seven, I was still a virgin and I’d only ever kissed one person.”

“You…you were a virgin, when you died?” Sephiroth asked, stricken. “So, you couldn’t—” He broke off abruptly and looked down at his plate, where he was organizing the string beans into neat little rows, by size.

“I just mean that I don’t have all the answers,” Vincent went on, obliviously. “And sex happens to be an area where I am totally deficient. I don’t know how to guide you through this phase of growing up. I’m sorry. I wish that I could be a better f—ah, a better mentor to you, especially now that you’re not a kid anymore.”

“But I am! I am a kid!” Sephiroth said, in a panicked voice, hastily pushing away the plate of string beans. “I still need you, Vincent. I still need you to teach me things and spar with me, and—and it doesn’t matter if you don’t know about sex, I don’t care about that. I saw the educational films and studied the materials they gave me, and it sounds disgusting. Besides, it’s not as if I’m ever going to make babies. I’m going to be a warrior, like you. So I still need you. I will always need you even when there is nothing more to teach me.”

“They gave you films and information to study, about sex?”

“Well, human reproduction. My education has been quite thorough.”

Vincent crossed his arms and receded into his collar. “Do you—ahem. Do you still have them?”

“Sterile! He’s fucking sterile!!” In a basement laboratory, a raspy, nasal voice was roaring, in a fit of unhinged rage, amidst loud crashes and thuds, as lab equipment was smashed to bits and hurled about the room. “My perfect specimen! All my work! Everything I’ve sacrificed to create him! And he’s sterile! Like a fucking mule!!”

“We’ll collect other samples, sir,” a terrified lab technician offered. “He’s just entered puberty, this might not be an accurate—”

“Out! Get out!” the professor bellowed, grabbing the nearest thing to hand, which was an Erlenmeyer flask, and flinging it at the beleaguered technician. It bounced off the clipboard they were holding up like a shield and exploded on the floor, sending fragments of glass flying all over the room. “I’m surrounded by drooling idiots! The boy is thirteen fucking years old! If he’s not producing viable spermatozoa by now, he never will!”

After venting his feelings on the lab equipment for a few more minutes, the professor collapsed into a chair, taking off his spectacles, to pinch the bridge of his hawkish nose.

“No matter, no matter,” he muttered to himself. “If I can’t breed him with the Cetra girl, there are still other methods. There will be plenty of time to work on that. For now, it’s about time to show those fools on the board what my little asset can do. But first, I’ll have to kennel that dog of his.”

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY   vincent: you're so pure and innocent how can i explain the birds and bees to you miniroth: i already know all about sex vincent: so do i. obviously. but let's pretend i know absolutely nothing, and you just tell me everything you know, so i can verify that your information is correct

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A guide to falling for a traitor 101

"He's watching us, isn't he?" You ask not making the mistake of making eye contact with the camera that's at the corner of the room.

"So what?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Can you switch it off?"

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x afab!reader (implied past Bang Chan x Reader)

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: Crime, mafia au, eventual romance

Warnings: general 'mafia' stuff, knives, (this has remnants of my wattpad phase in quite a few parts but we all need some cringe sometimes so it's fine... i guess. But I honestly cannot re-read and edit this one more time so I'm just posting now since someone asked so nicely)

Synopsis: You finally got to know who the mysterious traitor was in Bang Chan's gang. Now you just have to find out why he was one in the first place.

Bang Chan was a lot of things. But the one thing he wasn't was a liar. Specially not to his own allies. So when he said that his rival gang was treading his territories in the monthly alliance meeting, you believed him. Unlike most of the other leaders who still needed 'evidence' to do something about it. But honestly they were too scared to actually have a direct rivalry with Chan's rival gang. Again, unlike you but not for the reason most might think of.

You didn't have undying loyalty towards Chan or his gang or anyone to be honest. Call it shallow or whatever but you just couldn't give a single fuck about majority of the members of your gang with only one or two exceptions. Maybe you were a bad leader in the sense that you couldn't even remember the name of your own bodyguard. But you were a damn good leader in the sense that you'll always win. No matter what. You didn't have any 'rival' gangs because you knew there was something or rather, someone, like in this case of use. In your opinion, qualities like loyalty, trust, blah blah were all overrated. You'd rather have someone skilled than trustworthy which was exactly why you needed Chan and his other major members but specifically, one of them.

"I agree with Mr. Bang." You say quietly while looking at the other gang leaders who sat the huge table in Chan's mansion.

"But Ms-" One of the leaders started before you rudely cut him off because he had been getting on your nerves since the moment you entered the room. You were extremely observant, kind of came with the job. So you had noticed him looking at your chest more times than necessary. Specifically the ruby jewel necklace, (that you had stolen from him but who cared) that sat just atop your cleavage that was just slightly visible in the simple black dress you opted for. It had a slightly deep neckline and a slit near the thigh. Where a knife garter could be seen. Yeah you liked to look good in meetings and what about it?

"If that's all we have for today, can we leave?" You questioned while only looking at Chan, giving him the perfect moment to kick these assholes out.

"Yeah of course. Changbin, please escort these distinguished folks out." He said, politness dripping off his voice. Most would think he was respecting them by sending Changbin to show them out. Thing is, he was doing so, so that no on could look at anything longer than necessary or try to go here and there in the mansion to find things they weren't supposed to. Something you would be doing today. When everyone except you and Chan had left, you finally got up from you seat to walk towards him.

"You're still here? Ms-" you cut him off, something you couldn't do in a room full of people but now it was just you two.

"Cut the bullshit Chan." You rolled your eyes at him, again something you couldn't do while everyone else was present.

"Ugh fine. What do you want? I've got work to do." He finally said in his casual voice that was not as cold and distant yet held a politness to it. "And you've got to stop staying here until everyone else has gone or else they'll get the wrong idea."

"What wrong idea are you talking about, Chan? And would they really be wrong to think about something that has already happened?" You say while tracing the silver chain he was wearing around his neck.

"Oh my God it was one time alright? And we were drunk. Can you stop bringing it up? Get over it." He replied while holding your wrist to stop you from doing what you were doing.

"Oh please, there wasn't even anything to get over Bang. You know I don't do other leaders."

"Anymore. Since that one clan guy remember? The one who was the leader of a Yakuza and tried to make you sign a marriage agreement when you were drunk, to take your place." He almost laughed while recalling the incident.

"Can we not talk about that fucking asshole?" You gritted your teeth at him for bringing up past that you'd rather forget.

"Ooh someone's bitter." He teased with a grin.

"Fuck you." You rolled your eyes at him again.

"Are you really here to discuss your past failed relationships or to flirt with me though? I reckon you've got better things to do. So what do you want?" He finally got to the point.

"I want to meet that pharmacist kid you've got." You stated the reason you actually stayed here for.

"You do know that Jeongin is like a few months younger than you right?" Now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"And?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Why do you want to meet him anyways?" He questioned.

"Because my pharmacist died. And I need an arsenic trioxide injection."

"Wait how did he die?" He asked.

"Heart attack."

"Oh the irony. Alright. Just leave that knife here." He gestured towards the garter on your thigh.

"Chill. I'm not here to murder someone."

"Safety precautions." He shrugged.

"Fine." You say while taking out the knife from the garter. "But do you really think this is the only knife I've got?"

"No. I know both of your heels have knives in them too. And that pin you're wearing in your hair. And-"

"Okay, okay. I get it. You're the all knowing, all mighty Chris. Whatever. Do I have to take all of this off too?"

"No it's fine. I just liked the one you had in your garter. It's mine now right?" He twisted the knife between his fingers swiftly.

"As if I've got a choice. But just so you know, that knife is the last thing my mother left before dying."

"Oh I didn't know that I'm s-"

"I'm kidding. As if I could ever care about whatever that woman left. Now I'll get going to meet your kid." You start to walk away from his office.

"Wait 'til Changbin gets back." He called out.

"Jeez I'm not going anywhere else. I know you've got camera footages in your office. And I know your mansion enough by now to find that kid." You looked back at him.

"Fine then. Just take the lift by the way.”

"You... installed a lift in your house?" You asked incredulously.

"I didn't okay! It was Jisung's idea. Said he couldn't climb stairs everyday after sitting in a chair for hours. That it was affecting his hacking skills or whatever."

"You've got weird members dude." You say before taking off to meet the person you came to meet.

You take the ridiculously expensive lift (like seriously did it need to be silver plated? Fucking show offs) to go down to the basement where you know the kid genius' lab resides. You open the door that looks like it could belong to a bunker tank. And then you finally see him. The one who've been waiting to see for a few months now since you got that piece of information.

Yang Jeongin. Science prodigy. Passed high school at age 11 and graduated at 14. Could be seen in newspapers and tv shows in those 3 years freuqently. Winning international intellectual debates against some of the greatest scientists arguably. And then, missing. One day at 16. Out of nowhere. Police carried out the investigation for 5 years until they had to drop it due to lack of evidence and progress. How he got into this fucked up underground world from a world of glory and fame that awaited him up there, no one knows. He was a genius. Someone you didn't see often in the field of work you're in.

You see him working with test tubes and vials containing chemicals of different colours. The room itself is pretty dark with the only source of light being a small bulb that hangs above his head. You can even see some chemicals glowing. He's wearing transparent safety googles, a pair of expensive industrial ear muffs and of course, his signature lab coat. He looks concentrated on the task which was apparently mixing chemicals here and there. He suddenly stops before mixing two chemicals he had been working on since you came here and puts the tubes in the holder. Removing his muffs and ruffling his hair that had gotten messy due to them. And then you finally here his voice.

"Arsenic trioxide, 10ml to your right." He says in a voice that's much colder than even Chan's and gestures towards your right with his eyes. You look to your right and see a tiny vial with an injection on a pink vinyl player of all things.

"Right. Thanks." You reply taking both of the things and putting them in your dress pockets. When you don't leave and just stare at him expectantly he raises his eyebrows in a silent 'what'.

"Can you get out now? I've got work to do." So alike Chan yet so different.

"And you think I don't? I'm literally a-" he cuts you off, quite rudely at that.

"Do I look like I give a fuck, sweetheart?” He tilts his head as if he's asking you an actual question. “I'll say it one more time, get out. I've got work to do.” he says with that innocent smile.

"Go on then. I'm not stopping you."

"I would gladly do so if that didn't mean making you go deaf. You think I'm wearing these for style?" He gestures towards the muffs.

Ok so he wasn't one for small talk. You'll just have to get to the point then. You walk towards him until you're just an inch away from him. He doesn't even flinch or backs up. So unlike all the other men you've met. With an exception of Chan of course but that's not surprising considering Chan is an exception to everything in this world you live in. You whisper to him. "He's watching us, isn't he?" You ask not making the mistake of making eye contact with the camera that's at the corner of the room.

"So what?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Can you switch it off?"

"Why?" He questions again now furrowing his brows.

"Will you just do as I say?"

"Yeah because I know you so well right." He rolls his eyes, not budging at all.

"What do you think I'm gonna do if you turn it off? Kill you?"

"As if you've even got the guts to do that." He scoffs.

"Yeah exactly. So what's the problem? Why can't you just do as I say for once?

"For once? What do you mean?"

"Forget it. I know you're a traitor." You whisper.

His eyes widen significantly and that's the first time today you've seen any emotion on his face other than indifference.

"Wha- but how-" he stutters while trying to find the right words. Finally listening to you and switching the camera off.

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Vampires (Daenyel & Renaya) x human female reader - Part 1

  The air is painfully crisp tonight as you step out of your heated car. Immediately you start to shiver, pulling your scarf tighter around your shoulders. You should have brought gloves because your fingers are already starting to suffer. A black jeep pulls up next to your little Kia and your employer gets out, followed by her two bodyguards.

    "On time as always, Miss Pierce," your employer says, walking up to you.

    She's dressed in formal clothes as usual, a deep red dress that leaves her shoulders bare to the elements. You would be deeply concerned if you didn't know she was a vampire who could care less about freezing.

    "Um, Ms. Renaya?"

    "Yes?" She turns her crimson gaze to you.

    You've been a ghoul for three months now and there is so much you're convinced you'll never get used to. The spooky red eyes, for one.

    "You said we were here to contain a masquerade breach?"

    "Indeed. We are nipping it in the bud, so to speak. I have received word that an old vampire had woken from his slumber. I have to make sure he doesn't drain half the city for his first meal." Ms. Renaya stares into the low fog, standing unusually still even for herself.

    "And I'm here because..." You prompt because you had been woken up in the middle of the night for this and you want to know why.

    You were told to meet her at your front door because she needed your help with something. You hadn't been given much of a choice and even though Ms. Renaya pays you generously, skulking around at night was never part of the job description.

    "You will serve as a distraction," Ms. Renaya says sweetly.

    "You mean as bait?! But..." You trail helplessly after her as she marches into the fog. "You just told me yesterday that I was valuable!"

    "Don't worry, my pet, you still are. We just need someone flush with life to provide just enough of a lure to get him out of hiding," she replies. "I won't let him hurt you."

    "Am I getting paid extra for this?" You sigh. "Where are we anyway? This fog is so thick I can hardly see."

    "This is a cemetery, darling. Be careful not to--"

    "Oomph!" You crash into a gravestone and stumble.

    "--Walk into the gravestones," Ms. Renaya finishes in amusement, gripping your arm and pulling you up. "Clumsy little thing, aren't you?"

    You pull away with a little pout. Unfortunately, Ms. Renaya's vampiric gifts did not include gracefulness, which is a pity. However, you do have a magnetic glow around you these days, and even strangers come up to you and strike up conversations. While you find it helpful in some situations, most of the time it is just a burden for your introverted self.

    "Here he is," Ms. Renaya murmurs, coming to a stop in front of something massive that rises out of the fog, blending into the black night sky.

    "Um, that's a tree," you point out.

    "Indeed."

    "He's in a tree?" You laugh lightly. "That doesn't exactly seem safe for a vampire. What happens when the sun comes up?"

    "This tree has many leaves and in a pinch, will provide just enough shelter to keep him from burning," Ms. Renaya says, circling the tree. "He's safer from hunters because they'd never guess a vampire would hide in such a place."

    You squint up into the tree, hardly able to make anything out in the dark.

    "And how do you know he's up there?"

    "I can feel him," Ms. Renaya says. "Stand back, Miss Pierce. If your presence isn't enough to bring him out, you may need to draw some of your blood."

    "Ugh, but I hate doing that," you sigh.

    "Do you wish for me to do it for you?" Ms. Renaya snaps.

    "No, it's fine," you hastily reply, checking your pocket for a safety pin.

    Ever since you became a ghoul, you've started to carry a safety pin around for a quick way to draw a little blood for various purposes. Ms. Renaya glances at the tree, then gestures to you. Thankfully the cold has rendered your fingers partially numb, so you're confident you won't feel the pinch too badly. You disinfect your finger and the safety pin with a wipe and press the sharp tip to your finger.

    Before the pin can break your skin, your hand is seized.

    "That's not necessary," a deep voice says.

    You turn to see quite the specimen of a vampire. His years of slumber have affected his appearance, making him strangely tall and thin. His dreadlocks, tied back with a rubber band, look like they could do with a wash, but you can see past his shabby, ill-fitting clothes and dusty skin to the ethereal beauty hidden in his high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes. And gosh, those lips!

    "Daenyel, do not enthrall my ghoul," Ms. Renaya says, gingerly picking her way through the short, dewy grass in her red heels.

    "I am not," he replies, still gripping your hand.

    Your heart stutters a little. His fingernails are overgrown, a faint imitation of claws.

    "You are not?" Ms. Renaya touches your shoulder and you blink back to the present and pull your hand away.

    "Sorry."

    "Hmmm," Ms. Renaya says, and for a moment, it looks like she's about to give you a teasing comment, but then she turns to Daenyel, dismissing you.

    "Brother, I see that sleep hasn't been altogether kind to you. And when you woke you caused quite a ruckus in the lower end of the city."

    "An entire safe house was burned because of me. Hunters have gotten far more clever in their ways, I have learned," Daenyel murmurs, his red eyes almost luminous in the night.

    The red of his irises really pops against his brown skin. You're still gaping at him when Ms. Renaya says,

    "Come then, the longer we stand here, the more dangerous it gets. You'll have to stand before the council this weekend and you'll be lucky if they don't order you to be killed for your recklessness."

    "Yes, but my grave should have been properly guarded," he replies. "I wouldn't have woken otherwise. But enough of that, let us go to your automobile."

    You can't help but giggle at how old he sounds. Both vampires turn to look at you.

    "Sorry," you whisper sheepishly.

    You get into your respective cars. Finally, you can turn the heater on and get warmed up again. You let out a content sigh and tail Ms. Renaya's car. You assume you're going back to her haven, but her car turns off onto a different road, which winds through a heavily forested area. You follow, frowning. It isn't unusual for Ms. Renaya to take side roads for safety, but this time something just feels wrong. The hairs on the back of your neck are prickling You keep your eyes on her car and fish around in your bag for your phone so that you can call her.

    Just as your fingers close around your phone, there's an explosion up ahead. You see flames through the windshield and before you can even gasp in shock, the impact hits your car and it rolls off the road, tumbling down a small hill with a groaning screech of metal. You scream then, as your body rolls with the car. You're strapped in with your seatbelt and that is probably the only thing that saves you. Your head is throbbing and your body is hot with adrenaline but you feel otherwise unharmed. You unbuckle yourself and crawl out of the upturned car, staggering to your feet and looking up the hill.

    There's a lot of gunfire being exchanged but you can't see anything through the flames and smoke. A blazing flash of red comes at you and it's Ms. Renaya. Her hair is loose and spilling over her shoulders and her dress is shredded, hanging off of her elegant frame.

    "Get down!" She snarls, throwing you into the waist-length grass and covering you with her body.

  Bullets pepper the air above you. You're surrounded by the floral scent of Ms. Renaya's perfume and the sharp scent of blood. The dew from the grass soaks into your clothes and you start to shiver. You're lying like that for almost half a minute until the gunfire stops and everything goes dreadfully silent. Your employer is lying on top of you, her red hair shielding her face from view, arms still caged protectively around your head.

    "Ms. Renaya?" You whisper.

     She grunts but can't or won't move. You nudge her to the side cautiously and sit up, trying to see if the hunters are still out there. A single figure is stumbling down the hill and when you catch a glimpse of the long dreads, you realize it's Ms. Renaya's brother.

    "Daenyel! Over here!" You call out as loudly as you dare.

    He teeters over to you with a large piece of broken wood sticking out of his chest so that he resembles a pincushion. He's covered in blood, fangs flashing and eyes wild.

    "All dead," he mumbles before he too crashes into the grass.

    Now you have two vampires which are slipping into stasis and no vehicle and you're not sure your phone made it. Wonderful.

The part where Ms. Renaya shields the reader from the bullets had me feeling things. 😫 

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I promised to write this yesterday for an anon ask (on Tumblr) but I had forgotten I had a deadline for a commission, so I had to drop everything and finish it. That worked out in the end because I ended up dreaming up the inspiration for this story last night. I dreamt I was a member of a coterie of vampires and hunters burnt our haven down and the only place I could find to hide was a giant tree!

[monsterhighdiaries]

Lagoona's Monster Exchange Diary - 6/25

I woke up with one thought this morning. "Would whoever is yabbering outside my window please stop?" I got up to see who it was and was shocked to see Heath, Deuce, and Jackson all dressed in black suits and wearing dark sunglasses. They were standing next to a limo looking for the entire world like bodyguards. Then there was a knock at the door, so I threw on me sweats and went to see what this was all about. I opened the door, and there was Clawd dressed in the same black suit and sunglasses. He was wearing an earpiece microphone, and as soon as she saw me he talked into the cuff of his jacket. "We have visual contact." Then from around the corner, Cleo, Clawdeen, Frankie, and Draculaura appeared. They were all wearing dark sunglasses as well.

Clawdeen said, "You need to come with us." Then while my head was still spinning, they whisked me to my room, did my hair and make-up, picked out an outfit for me, and headed me out the door. I heard Clawd say, "The package is on the move." That's when Heath, Deuce, and Jackson came around the corner and, along with Clawd, escorted me to the limo like they were protecting royalty. They opened the back door, and Gil was waiting for me inside. "Hello Ms. Blue, shall we go?" "Then the limo whisked us away for an uninterrupted day of just the two of us. I am tempted to say it was the beast day ever, but I think that's only going to be true until I see Gil when I come to Monster High from Madread.

[ddagent]

PARTY & PRESENTS

Delenn as a CEO who gives John, her bodyguard (whom she begrudgingly hired), the day off to spend with his daughter?

PARTY: Bodyguards, PIs, CEOs // PRESENTS: John is a Girl Dad It's my Birthday! Prompt me things. I was able to complete the first part, Anon, but the second part I struggled with. I can't imagine John having kids with Anna :( I'm sorry! But I hope you enjoy nevertheless.

Delenn Mir woke to the steady pulse of her alarm. The automated system triggered the curtains of her penthouse apartment, light pouring into her bedroom. She rose, slipped on her blue silk robe, and hoped she would be able to sneak into the living area undisturbed for a cup of orange tea and her yoga mat. Instead, as she slid closed the doors to her bedroom, she was greeted by the one person she had hoped to avoid at five am.

“Good morning!” John Sheridan offered jovially. He was sipping a glass of orange juice whilst perusing Universe Today, that ridiculous Earther rag. They had done a profile on the CEO of White Star Inc a few years back – it had not been kind. “Early start today, huh?”

“Yes.” Delenn would not give her new bodyguard the satisfaction of admitting she had deliberately timed her wake up one whole hour earlier with the intention of slipping out unnoticed. Instead, she began preparing her traditional cup of morning tea. “If it is too early for you, Mister Sheridan, I can—”

“—oh, no need, Ms Mir.” Sheridan closed his paper. He stood up from the breakfast bar and made his way over to her. Delenn had grown used to him in the black suits: ear-piece, gun, a different set of cufflinks each day betraying some sense of whimsy. She had not yet witnessed him in boxer shorts and a slim fitting blue t-shirt, cutting across his tanned biceps. His hair was ruffled with sleep; smile lazy as he draped himself across the marble countertops. “I am here to protect you, Ms Mir. It’s why I’ve moved in; it’s why I wake up – and will always wake up – a good thirty minutes before your alarm. Now you can get used to that or we can get up at four. Then three. Clear?”

“Perfectly.”

Delenn busied herself with the kettle and preparing the leaves for her morning brew, her anger stewing as deep and as rich as the orange tea she utilised as part of her morning ritual. Her gaze drew to Sheridan more than once; her bodyguard was engaged with the sports section of the paper. The board had gone too far this time. Hiring him was a step she would not soon forget. Delenn reached for the handle. She was immediately spun out of the vicinity.

Her hand – the one she had been able to place upon the boiling kettle without aid of a buffer – was held tight within John’s own. Her body was placed between the marble countertops and his rigid form. John’s skin was warm underneath her touch; the line of his shoulders firm. Delenn could feel the cotton of his pyjamas through the whisper-thin silk of her nightgown.

“Are you satisfied, Mister Sheridan?” His gaze snapped towards her. “I remain unscalded.”

“I was hired to protect you. From all manner of threats.”

Delenn scoffed. “A kettle, Mister Sheridan is very different from the threats made by Mister Boggs and Mister Perri.” She slid her hand from his grasp and placed her palm against the base of her throat. “You may stand down, now.”

Sheridan seemingly realised the closeness of their position. He immediately cleared his throat and returned to his paper. After a full two minutes of him staring blankly at the sports section, he excused himself and retreated to the guest quarters. Delenn poured herself a cup of orange tea and sipped it warmly, her face flushed from the steam of the kettle. After she finished her cup, and with no sign of Sheridan emerging from his room, Delenn quickly dressed and retrieved her yoga mat. The rooftop garden beckoned.

Upon opening her front door, however, Delenn found Mister Sheridan with his own yoga mat and a shit-eating grin. Would she ever be rid of this man?

[youhavetosmile]

Karedevil prompt: AU where matt is karen's bodyguard

Thank you so much for the ask!

I'm not usually one for AUs, so hopefully this is AU enough. FYI it gets a little smutty.

Find it on AO3

Matt liked to think he was shrouded in mystery, what with his black suit and dark glasses and neutral expression.  But to Karen, he was an open book.  She knew exactly what he’d been thinking about all night.  He told her without words; every time he laid a hand on her back to lead her down the red carpet, every time he licked his lips as she spoke to a reporter, every time he “accidentally” brushed his hand against hers.  She could practically feel the jealousy radiating off of him as she was told over and over how good she looked.  Honestly, she was surprised no one had figured them out yet.

After several hours of very professional interactions, Karen slid into the back of a limo and calmly rolled up the divider, Matt following close behind.  “Uh-uh,” she smirked, stopping his incoming kiss with her fingers, “you’ll mess up my makeup.”

Matt moved her hand away.  “I don’t really care.”

“You may not, but everyone else will, and then they’ll all know about us.”

“Welll, then, I guess,” he scooted closer to her and ran his hand up her thigh, “we’ll just have to be really careful.”

His left arm pulled her to him by her shoulders as the right continued its trip up her body to cup her breast.  “Matt—” she sighed, more erotically than she intended as her body responded to his touch. 

He knew it, too; she could feel him smiling as he kissed her neck.  “Yes, Ms. Page?” he asked innocently.  He was such a little shit.

She gasped when she felt his teeth rake over her collarbone.  “If you leave a mark, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Relax,” he replied, gently moving the hem of her dress down, “you know I’ll only leave them where no one else can see.”

Karen had to bite her lip to stifle a moan as his lips closed over her nipple.  She didn’t know what to do.  One of her hands pushed at his shoulder while the other held his head against her skin.  Her love and desire for him fought against all the reasons this wasn’t a good idea.  The drive between the awards ceremony and the after party wasn’t long, and she had to be flushed at the very least, but he felt so good that she had a hard time caring.

As the car turned down the last block, reason made a push for the win.  “Matt,” she murmured, lifting his head to rest it against her own, “we can’t.”

“What if we could?”  His tone told her he was no longer teasing.  “What if we didn’t have to hide anymore?”

“You want to go public?”

“Yes.  Why not?  I think it’s about time, don’t you?”

“I—I don’t know.  I love you, Matt, you know I do.  But if we tell people about us, then everyone will have an opinion and they’ll blast us both and never leave us alone—”

“Hey,” Matt interrupted, holding her face in his hands.  “I love you.  No matter what anyone else says, that won’t change.  I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.  I’ll keep you safe, Karen.  It is, quite literally, my job.”  Karen chuckled.  “Just—think about it,” he continued, pressing a kiss to her hair.  “We can talk about it later tonight.”

The car pulled to the curb.  Matt opened the door and got out, and Karen thought that was the end of it.  But as he stood there, hand outstretched, she changed her mind.  Maybe it was the way he was smiling at her, with an infinite love just dying to burst out.  Maybe she was still recovering from his ministrations to her in the car.  Or maybe it was just time.  Regardless, in that moment, Karen stopped caring what other people think.

She took his hand and he helped her out of the car and ahead of him.  But instead of going inside, Karen stopped and turned back to face Matt.  “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.  Yeah, I’m okay,” she replied.  Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and just kissed him.

Immediately, a collective scream erupted, and she was sure she couldn’t have seen a thing behind all the camera flashes, but Karen didn’t care.  The next day, pictures of them would be splashed across the front page of every newspaper and magazine in the country, but Karen didn’t care.  They’d hardly be able to leave the house without being swarmed by photographers, but Karen didn’t care.

She had Matt; nothing else mattered.

[seer918]

Comparing Megaman robot masters to Megaman Battle Network netnavis part 3

okay not gonna lie I’ve got a bit of a migraine forming so gonna do my best to be brief and quick with this one

First up is Needleman and Needleman.exe

Classic looks like a retrofitted Airman but oddly enough I kinda prefer it this time. Force gem or whatever the random glowey bits on robot masters are called is in a weird spot but it’s not too be a detraction

.EXE looks like a png-tuber who complains about the problems of forced diversity. Dreamworks smirk looking headass. Also weirdly enough in the anime they gave this navi to a (relatively) fleshed out version of the twin sister of the teacher character. Not putting that towards the score but figured that was neat (also Ms Yuri can step on my thro-)

Point (eheh) in favour of the Robot Masters, giving us a score of 11-6

Next is Magnet Man and MagnetMan.EXE

Classic is...kinda bare bones with the idea. Looks like someone in a bootleg Magneto cosplay.

While the chest of .EXE being another, larger magnet along with the magnet helmet, I do like the kind of studded look to it, Gives it a kind of knuckleduster look to it which while not matching the initial theme matches with him being less of a partner to his user and more of a bodyguard/hired muscle. I also like the fact they gave him a sort of brother/copy in blue for his signature North-South Tackle

Point to the navis, giving them double the RM’s score with 12-6

Skipping GeminiMan and HardMan we have TopMan and TopMan.exe

...I really do not see how any robots, even a Mettaur, could follow TopMan even with the RobotMaster tech

Meanwhile I have a big soft spot for this gaming geezer. The video I’m ripping o-I mean was inspired by mentioned how TopMan.exe looking like his owner was a ‘problem’ with a lot of navi but I love it. It also makes the theming work a bit more, with the owner being a crotchety toy maker.

Unlucky for the Robot Masters, it’s now 13-6

Ssssslithering into frame is SnakeMan and SnakeMan.exe

SnakeMan is probably my favourite design from 3, even if it’s relatively goofy.

I vaguely remember being creeped out by SnakeMan.exe in the anime, despite its clown vomit of a colour scheme. The arms at the back of the head kind of make it awkward. I feel like if they appeared in their own jars it’d work a bit better. Also the...flames(?) so SnakeMan.exe can actually move seem a bit out of place.

Point in favour of the robot masters, 13-7

Next up, SparkMan and SparkMan.exe

...I’m gonna be completely honest I have nothing to say for either case.

The lighter orange and addition of yellow to make it read more at a glance it’s a electric boss is alright, but leg down by the adition of green

...I’m calling it a tie. Maybe it’s the headache or the fact I do not have an attachment for either design but I’m just so...apathetic.

14-8

And finally for this batch, ShadowMan and ShadowMan.exe

Now these are ssome damn good designs!

The classic’s night sky blue armour referencing the real life ninja uniforms (the all black ones were more of a theatre thing) along with the sorta...I forget the right word but fishnet ‘undershirt’ is a big plus for me. And while I’d argue the pure white parts ruin the whole stealth idea...ehhh, it’s not like he’s stealthy in the game anyway, and his navi self’s not dressed for stealth.

But what he is dressed for is to look so damn cool. Strider levels of oversized scarf, purple will always get you bonus points with me, and the legs looking like the tradition sandal look

...this is another tie but I genuinely think that these two are 10/10 designs that are just two different looks of the same theme.

Which ends this post with the score being 15-9. Genuinely surprised at how close it’s been so far.

Since I’ve got some shifts coming up, I probably won’t be posting again until Sunday at least...or who knows maybe I’ll surprise even myself. Cioa ‘til then