#Star Vixen

[thelibranvixen]

Lila Star Escada, Terror Squad Lean Back (2004)

[sonicrainbooms]

def missing some but i only have so much room.

also im aware commander fox and fennec shand are only named after foxes and not coded but it's MY meme and i get to make the rules!!

[bizlybebo]

hey. you. random jrwi fan. in front of you is the compelling, three-dimensional female protagonist jay ferin. your job is to describe her in one sentence without using the word "girlboss" or equating her to the sole wingman of fnc or else the saw trap will go off and you will die a slow and painful death.

[stealthetrees]

In honor of 10/10, here is part of a new Fox fic I’m working on.

CC-1010 was a liar.

Fox, on the other hand, is a dirty rotten liar and a smug bitch.

Before having a name, 1010 might brag to his brothers about getting away with things. Fox learned that the true victory was in the fact that no one even knew they’d been fooled.

“Put that back!”

Vixen gave Fox the cutest puppy eyes he’d ever seen. They would have worked if Fox hadn’t caught him practicing in the mirror several weeks ago.

“He’ll know we were here!” Fox hissed.

Senator Grizzly Bear and his wife Smokey were in the middle of the nastiest divorce Fox had ever seen. Threats of physical violence had become increasingly frequent until a restraining order was placed on both of them. Every time they’ve had to meet with the judge since the proceedings were held in the hallway, allowing each to sit at opposite ends from their spouse.

The Coruscant Guard had absolutely no jurisdiction or personal stake, but followed the case with glee. Good entertainment was hard to come by after all.

Smokey Bear had recently threatened to hire thugs to break into Senator Bear's penthouse and steal half of everything of worth.

In a wild turn of events, the woman had died of alcohol poisoning earlier that night. The only witnesses were Hound and CMO Copper, who immediately rushed to hide the body and inform Fox of the recently discovered financial opportunity.

And now Fox, Sparrow, and Vixen were sneaking around Senator Grizzly Bear's penthouse, taking anything and everything worth a decent amount of credits.

Vixen, however, was determined to crack every safe in the place. Smokey Bear did not know any of the codes to the safes though. Fox was brave enough to admit to himself that it hurt watching his kid put hundreds of credits back into the open wall safe that had previously been hidden behind a very expensive painting.

Y’all will never guess what the fic is actually about cause this is just the intro. I gotta establish how regularly Fox does crime.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party 4

Atomic Lusts

Somedays Krillin has to wonder if it was too much to ask that there be a little peace and quiet before the usual nonsense in his life decided to happen, like was it really much at all? But no of course not because there was always some higher power out there who could take out a whole sector of galaxy on whim with just a gesture or someone with a grudge (especially against the resident saiyans) coming out of the woodwork looking for their revenge. Case in point especially the remnants of the recently attempted revived red ribbon army and their latest act of bull which was how the resident former monk turned cop currently found himself shaking out the cobwebs. Picking himself up out of the remains of a trashed parking building floor as he shot deadpan stares at the offenders who’d up sent him flying here with a sudden ambush, messing up his uniform and his day.

If the Red Ribbon insignias on their foreheads weren’t enough of a give away of course, the fact their appearance just screamed androids would be plenty telling as this pair of twin robo babes looked like they came out of Hajime Sorayama’s wet dreams. Their blank faces offset by their stunning toned metallic bodies that seemed made to be either dancers or fighters with the muscle tone they had which he knew all too well from the kicks they’d given him earlier just moments before. One second he was on his patrol bike doing his rounds and the next, wham!! And from the looks of it, this duo were no doubt here to deliver some asskicking 101 just to draw out Goku because why not, right?

So here he was putting up the best he can in a two on one situation with the twin droids moving with a grace and flexibility akin to ballerinas. Their silky poise and stunning agility a sharp contrast to the harsh, swift brutality of their strikes as they literally and figuratively danced circles around him. What he wouldn’t give for some back up to help him out of this jam but little did he know that beneath their silent facades, their hearts and minds were different stories. As if the longer they found themselves fighting Krillin, the more they found themselves starting to feel quite strange, as if suddenly suffering the effects of some sort of digital virus.

Anytime they looked at his face, they felt tingles in their nerves as if whatever passed for hesrts inside them was being sent a flutter. Feeling less intent in wanting to rough him up and more like they just wanted to snuggle with him and feel him up from head to toe which was quite puzzling for the twins. What manner of logical paradox was this being caused by being in this runt’s presence? It intrigued yet confused them all at the same time.

Naturally this lesd to the twins attempting to uo the ante on their offensive assault with a co-ordinated tandem kick that sent Krillim flying through the wall and window of a hotel. His uniform damaged as it was reduced to rags and tatters, laying in a heap on the king sized bed as the Ballerina twins hovered and landed inside to follow up on their attack. Only to pause as the clothing damage inflicted had left Krillin exposing the full monty, their blank faces beholding the glory that was his cock and balls. Their databanks becoming overwhelmed with an influx of data in regards to sexual information and erotica as their core programming became overwritten by a new directive,…..to mate and breed!!

Soon as Krillin regained his senses, he suddenly found himself in quite the 180 from his previous situation as the twins decided instead of following through in their beatdown, they were suddenly assaulting him with pleasure. The chrome beauties sandwiching his cock between their shiny metal booties, twerking those buns of steel to stroke and jerk off that bitch-hammer. His length and girth as stiff as a construction girder as it pulsed and beat between those quite smooth asscheeks, pre spraying and raining in their sleek, polished skin. Their smooth faces blushing as they gasped and moaned, the unusual glitch urging them on to continue with further acts of eroticism.

With which they obliged, shedding their one piece swimsuit style bodysuits to seem more fully naked than they were before. Seems whoever mae these twins had no objections to making them as anatomically correct and close to a real woman as possible and they felt as much of it as they looked. Which Krillin was finding out first hand as he found himself fingering the Ballerina Twins, 3 digits each knuckle deep, their inner walls as slick, tight and warm as any organic sexually active woman. Getting soaked up to the wrist by the flow of juices as he planted kisses on their smooth, blank blushing faces as the duo internally wished they had mouths with which to return the favour.

Though while they couldn’t return the favour when it came to kissing or provide fellatio, most any and everything else the twins had on them in terms of their assets more than made up for it. From their quite skilled, silky hands stroking off his cock to massaging his muscular form from the neck down all the while they welcomed his own colouring touches and gropes. The sensation of his pre on their bodies seeming to cause this strange glitch to increase in intensity as the words mate and breed flashed through minds over and over. As if the very idea of actually conceivieng a child with this diminutive yet oddly charming and alluring human excited them more than fulfilling their long since forgotten original objective.

it was small wonder then that Krillin was soon finding himself fully penetrating the robo hotties with about as much intensity as he would give during his shoots for Double Z studios. He wasn’t sure which twin he tended to be in one on one, rare as that was as the Ballerina twins seemed to approach sex with him like they did fighting. In a synchronised tandem with their swift coordination as their blushing, smooth blank faces let loose with passionate, deep throated moans. Often sandwichung him and entrapping him with their luscious, well made and trained legs as they sought to not lose the sensation of his cock filling them, stretching as they experienced the peak of raw, primal sexual ecstasy.

How they loved it, inches of that meathammer stuffing and filling up their inner walls as it hit deep into their wombs. Their abdominal regions bloated with the swelling bump that signalled his reach and depth, the jiggling claps of their asscheeks and their tits bouncing with every impact. Their clits tingling with every heavy thud of those balls or that powerful pelvis pounding away as their bodies yearned for him to cum and flood their insides with his hot man juices. Relishing each, any and every moment when he did, their circuitry blazing with orgasmic electricity as their databanks became overwhelmed, seemingly altering and deleting their original programming and objectives.

When it was all said and done, 18 arrived in the scene to find her husband exhausted, the twins snuggling up to him and basking in the post coitus afterglow. The blonde bombshell looking bemused and aroused to find that once again her man’s raw rizz and magnetism for android women came into affect yet again. Oooh You knew for sure she was going to want every single, saucy detail of this went down but first she saw a juice soaked cock in need of a little tlc. Nothing was more delicious than her husband’s shaft soaked in a mix of his spent jizz and the sticky nectar of a freshly conquered bitch.

Sometime after this peculiar encounter, the twins had been brought to Bulma and her father for examination but in spite of their equipment and resources, nothing could be found out. Not who and what exactly they were or where they had come from besides the red ribbon insignias. But it was found that somehow their programming had altered itself due to the proximity of Krillin’s overall presence and impact on them, leaving them in a state in which they never wanted to leave his side. Bulma had to say she wasn’t all that surprised, the little man had that affect on women, especially androids…and rather reminded her of those hot, wild times on he trip to Namek.

So 18 naturally decided the twins had to be obliged which was how they found themselves occupying the apartment building right next door to where she and Krillin lived. Acting as the unofficial security presence and having themselves a nice cozy place with a view…right into the couple’s bedroom. And a generous dvd and Blu-ray library of porn from Double Z studios, staring one Don Juan Sanchez for those lonelier nights when they couldn’t enjoy direct access to their alpha male’s presence. Never let it be said that 18 didn’t have them covered when it came to their thirst and need for her man…after all, the more potential baby mamas to give Marron adorable little brothers and sisters the better….

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Galactic Lay-lines!!

Krillin wasn’t sure how he kept letting Jaco talk him into helping out on Galactic patrol matters, he seriously had to wonder if he had taken one bad hit too many with what he was dealing with. It had all seemed simple enough, salvaging some wrecked up space ship and finding a massive heavy briefcase among the items of interest which for some reason had a timer running on it. While he was keeping an eye on it, what should happen but for it to up and open, revealing a pair of naked twin women, getting an eyeful of their stunning forms as they stood up before him. Seeming to have no sense of shame or modesty which made for quite the view, as their heads tilted while looking him over with a distinc peculiarity. He could only wonder just what the hell he seriously got himself into and how he was going to explain this to 18.

Sometime after the salivate operation concluded, examination of intel from the ship’s black box revealed some key information regarding these twins, both sharing the name Melfina. They were a sort of special breed of what were known as Bioroids, a unique type of cyborg who could interface with machinery and act as the on board AI and navigation for starships. And it seemed they’d more or less imprinted on Krillin as their owner and master upon awakening and activating and he happened to be the first living being they saw. And seems they were taking quite a shine to him so what was that yamcha once said about how he had a thing for androids?!

So naturally 18 was having herself a Funtime, teasing her man and wondering if he’d made moves yet in the twins, being complimentary and quite appraising of the twins’ looks. They were quite a pair of stunners with curves and tone that would make a pornstar feel jealous and inadequate as the lighter skinned Melfina had a polite innocence about her while the darker skin one was more exotic and exuded a sensual confidence. He figured getting them jobs at Capsule Corp might give him some breathing room and space but of course 18 absolutely insisted they take lodging under their roof. It made him feel like that whole trip to Namek all over again with his Bulma went around in her tanktop and panties because damnit these two seemed to have no sense of modesty!!

From walking around in lingerie or seeming to take a page from Bulma’s book in the thong and tanktop department, to seeming to forget to lock the door when they’d be stripping or in the middle of changing or getting dressed or showering and bathing, it was hectic!! It was like they practically fall ted and wanted to show off to him, always in his persomal space, hovering around him and of course even when they’d be at work? He’d be getting surprise pictures from them on his phone, said pictures always being nudes because for some reason in their work at Capsule Corp, they’d integrate with the company super computer that involved floating around naked in a liquid tube, was whoever made this girls some kinky weirdo with some peculiar fetishes? And of course 18 was having herself a blast being their enabler, with her it was a matter of when, nit if they’d either make a move on him….or he just up and snapped and pounced on them like a caveman.

Then one evening, the answer to that little riddle came late at night as Krillin slept, 18 absent from the room as she claimed to be popping out to check Marron was sleeping safe and sound. The Melfina twins sneaking into his room as he slumbered, stripping themselves naked as they got in under his bedsheets. The compact stud groaning as he felt their hands caress his body, his sleeping shorts and boxers peeled as their Ruby like eyes gazing in sensual awe at his length and girth as they kissed and Ickes it to erection. Moaning and gasping as his scent and taste was intoxicating to them, their pussies gushing with a growing need and desire as thy commenced with a tandem oral assault.

Krillin twitched and groaned, silently grunting as he felt his groin become wet and warm under the bedsheets, cracking one eye ooen as he lifted them up. Seeing the Ruby red hazel eyes of the Melfina twins looking up at him with absolute sensual devotion and romantic lust as they kissed and licked his cock. Sucking and blowing on his shaft as they outright made out with it between their silky lips, hands massaging his balls or stroking what they couldn’t fit into their mouths. Little to no shame what so ever at being in the act like this, as they threw off the bedsheets to expose their fully naked, aroused bodies before him.

18 of course had arrived back onto the scene, a mischievous smile on her face as it was clear she was expecting to come to a scene like this. Looking on with voyeuristic lust and uninhibited arousal at the Melfinas expressing erotic submission to Krillin as was only a natural right for such horny bitches and alpha male absolute unit like him. Licking her lips sensually at seeing any doubt or hesitation give away to the fires of arousal being stoked by the horny twins as they began kissing and licking their way up his Herculean torso. Her hands wasting no time in touching herself all over as she waited the porno show that was about to commence.

Krillin wasn’t sure if it was the time of the night or how seriously turned on the twins had made him but he couldn’t stop himself from going salons with the momentum. His hands groping and touching the twins all over, their tits and ass amazing to the feel of his palms and fingers, their moans music to his ears. Whatever it was about them to at made them so into him, it was small wonder he couldn’t resist them as he soo found himself penetrating them, showing their virgin bodies the sort of experience a raw length and girth could help them achieve. Inch after inch of that womb hammering sinking into them, adding fuel to the fire of their arousal as visions of round bellies filled with life flooded their orgasm flooded brains.

How the Melfinas loved it, the raw primal passion and pleasure putting any fantasies they had of this moment to shame, their internal data library in sex couldn’t have prepared them for such a thrilling sensation. One sitting on his face as he ate them out while the other rode him cowgirl style, her juicy bubble booty clapping and riding as she rode that cock while they made out with desire and abandon. To being taken doggy style as she ate her sister out, licking away at her pussy has those big heavy balls smacked her clit, as if the twin shared a sort of feedback connection, able to feel and experience at the other did. And how 18 was living every damn secon of it, enough hat it was small wonder she decided to throw herself into the fray, turning this threesome into a foursome.

And so it went all long into the night and well into sunrise as Krillin and 18’s bedroom once again became a lewd playground for a new girl or two enjoying their Krillin experience. The Melfinas more or less coming to see and recognise the blonde deadly beauty as their alpha female of sorts which was a natural pecking order fact to learn and know. Long as they remembered that, the blonde would ensure they would enjoy regular access to their need for a fix for a good, hard fucking from their alpha male. Pleasant dreams of future encounters filled their wet dreams as they cozied and snuggled up to the lair to bask in the warmth of the afterglow.

Marron wasn’t sure how or why the two pretty ladies seemed to be walking on air but they sure seemed happy whenever they babysat her. And her mommy always seemed happy when they made addy happy so she was happy too, something about him did some magic for pretty ladies a lot. Her mama always told her it was something she was doing just for her and that she’d be thanking her someday and thst no force in the universe would ever stoop it from happening. Her mama could be a strange and funny lady sometimes but that was okay for her.

While the twins adjusted and adapted to their new domestic life and place in 18’s pecking order, far away in GP headquarters the r&d division found some peculiar information. Examination of the blackbox from the derelict revealed the twin bioroids were intended to be living compasses for a map to a secret treasure known as the galactic lay line. If word of this knowledge ever got out, the Melfina would be hounded and sought after like they were maps to a pirate’s treasure. Yet something tools Jaco that would never come to pass and with good reason too.

After all, it’s not like Krillin cared for or needed some ancient treasure like the Galactic Layline, hell if anything the living keys that were the twins were in safe hand with him. And to think, he secured the safety of the galaxy just by being the first living thing they laid their eyes on. They hadn’t expected or seen results like this since the annual peace talks with Blue Diamond of the Gem homeworld. Which did remind them, the next renewal date for that was fast approaching and the giant azure woman had requested an embassy building to be resdy sooner or later……..

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Master and Student

Android 18 may not have seemed it on the surface but beneath her cool facade, she was a kinky deviant of a woman when it came to her husband and their love life. To her, Krillin was the ideal man, an absolute unit alpha male sex god that it had to be a conspiracy from the universe that was keeping her from having had more than one kid from him. Oh she loved their little Marron certainly but damnit she deserved little brothers and sisters and 18 was going to see to it that she’d have an army of them which lewd to the second reason for her being so damn lewd. Because nothing got her off as much as a round of passionate sex with her man than having another woman experience thy raw, mind numbing pleasure as her Krillin proceeded to mate and breed with them.

It was simply a matter of arranging such encounter and finding the right sort of women who met a certain criteria besides being submissive and breedable of course. One method she felt was sure to get results was having Krillin follow in his master’s footsteps and become an instructor and teacher in martial arts. The charge for lessons ensured a little extra financial security and comfort but playfully advising him to accept and train just female students? That would definitely ensure her man would get some results, after all what pretty young thing could resist the lure and animal magnetism of her Krillin when being in constant proximity to him?

Now of all those who had signed up and stuck around so far to even be willing to endure the unorthodox but highly effective training regimen of the turtle school, 18 definitely had say that Ukitsu was a prime level candidate. The girl was a natural sponge when it came to martial arts and hot fucking damn what a body she had her on her!! That tomboy hairstyle, the rich dark skinned tan and ooh that oh so toned flexible body she had, made it so delightful to see Krillin struggle at trying not to stare at her, ogle her but ooh she could tell he was liking what he saw. Marron of course adored her and looked up to the prodigy like a cool big sister figure while Ukitsu thought she was the most adorable thing naturally. But of course there was another reason 18 found herself becoming particularly fond of Ukitsu, it seems the tomboy had quite the crush on Krillin…which for 18 meant she had a prime hot piece of ass for her man to tap.

So of course she was only too oblige the tomboy, giving her a few tips and a bit of advice on her to seduce her man, get him worked up in such a way that it would be assured he would pounce. From wearing more skimpy training outfits to her casual wardrobe showing off more skin than normal and that was just for starters. Then there was incidents like forgetting to lock the door when she was taking a bath or shower or was in the middle of hanging or stripping or how she just happened to barge in to do the same to him. Catching herself some glimpses of that massive oak tree he somehow managed to contain in his pants, which really made for skme quite vivid wet dreams to ah the very least.

Yet somehow Krillin did his best to remain a gentleman and a firm but fair teacher which served to frustrate Ukitsu a tad…yet also made her want him all the more. All she knew was, she needed just needed just the right method and moment that would have him mount her and fuck her a pornstar but the question remained, what could she do? Then she suddenly found herself having an idea….an awful one, a wonderful one, an awfully wonderful, wonderfully awful idea. One she knew was perfect to put into motion for her plan, to have her short king sensei rock her world.

So it had all demoed to be routine as they got up to begin their early morning routine, Krillin stepping out into the backyard to find quite the sight before him. There Ukitsu stood, basking in the rays of the rising sun which made her dark tanned skin glistening more so especially given that besides her training weights on her wrists and ankles…she was naked!! The short king dropping his jaw, eyes wide and bugging out as Ukitsu smiled nonchalant at literally laying herself bare before him, instead getting right to performing her basic warm up stretches. Giving her sensei quite the show as she used her limber ness and flexibility quite the sensual show of eye Candy.

Now he knew he shouldn’t be looking at this bu he couldn’t turn his head away from such a pleasing sight, eyes glued to to the nude girl who evoked herself to him as his disciple. How she moved and twisted herself akin to an eel moving through grease with silk and pose as she out a contortionist to shame. Especially and particularly as she performed a splits, leaning back and forth as the muscles of her backside flexed, her tits bouncing and rubbing against the cool grass and concrete. Her luscious booty cheeks clapping snd jiggling as he slit rubbed against the floor, mentally imaging herself riding the lap of her compact sensei as the nectar flowed.

And she knew full well Krillin was staring, ogling her as she shot a look over her shoulder at him. Giving him a wink and a smile as she blew a kiss his away, sensually licking her lips at the circus tent he was now pitching in his pants. It was clear she was having an effect on him, as she courted him like a bitch in heat desiring a raw, virile alpha male to mount and breed her. To her, her sensei didn’t need her to be just a skilled and devoted student, he needed her to be a baby factory to give him generations of future warriors, the very idea a regular wet dream for her.

Such desire was overwhelming Krillin as his normally rational thought process found itself taken over at the helm by his libido, seemingly shifting into a caveman like mindset as he dropped his pants, boxers and all. Ukitsu grinning with erotic delight at seeing Krillin’s length and girth fully exposed, twitching and pulsing as it shared the same need and thirst her pussy had for wild, passionate fucking. The talented grappler gasping and moaning as she felt that slab of meat smack her ass, sandwiching between her booty cheeks as they began to bump and grind together. There was no doubt their usual training routine was going out the window, instead today’s agenda was going to be about fucking like beasts in heat and making babies as Ukitsu felt her arousal skyrocket with every sting of pre spraying onto her caramel complexion.

There was no need or any cause for foreplay, not when their minds and bodies were already in such a primal state of desire as they got right down to fucking. Ukitsu’s very being blazing with the raw fire and electricity of passion rocking her from head to toe as her sensei kept her in her splits pose, pinning her down as he fucked her deep and hard, inches if his glorious bitch pleasure ensuring the muscles of her pussy would memorise his cock’s shape. All so no man would never so much as mean anything to her, not that she wanted them to, an ahegao on her cute, exotic face as her eyes glowed with lust, braining drowning in orgasmic pleasure. But nothing would be more exquisite bliss than the moment he would cum inside her, flooding her womb with his seed to ensure she’d have some sweet little warrior buns cooking in her oven.

But of course when he did finally blo his load, she didn’t want it to end there, after all he was still so hard and like a good devoted student, she was still ready to go and eager to please her sensei. Mating press, Amazon press, cowgirl in forward and reverse, doggy style, prone bone, Ukitsu knew she had chosen the ideal man to give her virginity to, as he taught her the art of sex and lovemaking as was the most natural hands-on way for a man and a woman. Their bodies pressing together in an unending embrace, skin on skin as they deepened their bond of student and teacher with passion and lust, the grappling genius providing not only her womb but her as and her mouth for his pleasure. From sunrise to sunset to doing it in the backyard and inside the house, for what Ukitsu intended and hoped wouldn’t be the last time they “trained” like this together.

18 of course was checking all the progress of this intimate encounter on her phone via her secret cameras hidden about the house as she was currently enjoying a little gals day at Capsule Corp. Marron being looked after in the daycare wing as she showed off to Bulma, Videl and Chichi like she was want to do. Just the awe struck expressions on their faces was delicious for her as she relished and applauded Ukitsu for seizing such initiative. And of course she knew Ukitsu wouldn’t be the only female disciple eager to devote themselves to Krillin like this oh no.

Yes she could see it, a little martial arts school devoted to training and learning under her man and offering their bodies to him with the goal of baring his children. Yes it’s no wonder her and Krillin only had one child because she knew the universe fears the potential an army of kids from them would have. But they wouldn’t and couldn’t stop her from having Krillin sow his wild oats, oh yes, with the students alone, he’d have enough buns cooking in ovens. And so many future little brothers and sisters all for their Marron to love and spoil. There would an army of Krillin babies and they would be glorious…….

[nocternalrandomness]

The Daily Pinup #102 - "Happy 4th Of July" - Vintage Vixens Series

[cagg1969]

[characterswithanimalnamesfight]

Prelim 9/27

From submitters :

Kuma is Japanese for bear

About Taiga : It should be noted that it's not that her name means "Tiger" but that her name sounds like the Japanese pronunciation of the English word "Tiger" and that in-universe she's nicknamed Tiger because of this.

[fiction-vixen]

Imagine Cody having nightmares of memories he can’t remember. The chip has blocked what and who is in the dreams. But Cody suffers through them almost every night and wakes up with this sense of utter loss. He can’t remember who he lost but he knows they’re everything to him.

But then then chip is removed and all the memories of Order 66 come back. The wave of devastation that hits Cody is too much to handle and he falls to his knees. Because he simply followed orders like a good soldier and had to kill Obi Wan. And he almost wishes for the chip back, so he would have to feel his heart shattering in a million pieces over the loss of Obi Wan. 

But Rex takes his hand and pull Cody to his feet and simply states: “The General is still out there and we’re going to find him.” 

[bizlybebo]

yknow i used to be normal

[star-my]

Vixen ~ Chapter One

➼ Pairing: Park Jimin x OFC (Shin Ara)

➼ Length: 5.7k

➼ Rating: pg-15

➼ Content: Arranged Marriage AU, CEO AU, Mafia AU | TW: Medical Issues (resolved), Mentions/Discussion of Human Trafficking (not by BTS or SKZ members) | JK is Ara's BFF and bodyguard and Best Boy; Bangtan and Stray Kids are mafia; think Kitty Gang Jimin; flirting and fluff; multiple ARMY and STAY easter eggs sprinkled throughout (I welcome comments detailing which ones you caught); author does her best to beat the Wattpad allegations and fails miserably, which is funny because she went straight to ao3 and skipped the orange app phase

➼ Many thanks to @kookthief @moonleeai & @yoongiobsessed for betaing this chapter<3

➼ Taglist (Open): @bangtan-famiglia-net @kookthief @otome-wandering

➼ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and in no way represents any member of BTS, SKZ, or any other K-pop group mentioned in any way beyond the face and name claims the author made for this work.

➼ Chapter Two (14/10/23) ➼ Chapter Three (15/10/23) ➼ Masterlist ➼Ao3

The door to the opulent room swung open soundlessly, allowing the tall, muscular man to enter unnoticed. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the young woman seated at the vanity.

“Your father has requested your presence ASAP. When will you be ready?”

The woman glanced up from her careful application of sparkly gold eyeliner.

“Give me five minutes, Kookie! Is he home?” She moved towards the walk-in closet across the spacious bedroom.

“He’s at the office. I’ll bring the car around, then.” The woman’s bodyguard –but first and foremost her friend– left, and she began the process of accessorizing.

Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up to the tall office building in downtown Seoul, the headquarters of ShinCorp.

As the heiress of ShinCorp, Shin Ara was immediately escorted to the CEO’s office and served tea by the secretary.

“Appa?”

Secretary Kim set the tray on the coffee table, leaving father and daughter to their meeting.

Ara glided gracefully over  to warmly hug her father. “Jungkook told me you wanted to speak with me about an urgent matter. Is something wrong?”

Shin Jungok sighed, lowering himself onto the sofa across from his only child. “No, nothing is wrong. What has my beautiful daughter been accomplishing lately?”

Ara crossed her legs, smoothing her ruffled swiss-dot skirt over her knees. “I’ve been looking at property for my gallery. Other than that, I’ve been rather quiet. You’ve been busy with work, so I haven’t wanted to disturb you, Appa.”

Jungok smiled. “You are such a respectful child, Ara. Yes, I’ve been occupied with work. I just finished a meeting with the new CEO of Park Group.”

“Oh, their former CEO died recently, didn’t he? His son took over, I suppose? Awfully young to be CEO,” she mused.

“Yes, he’s only twenty seven, but he has a good head for business. We’ve never partnered with the Park Group before, though a contract was once drawn up between us. I guess he’s trying to show the board he’s capable despite his youth.” 

“Maybe he’s capable because of his youth,” Ara arched her brow at her father.

Jungok took a long sip of his tea. “Ara, are you seeing anyone?”

She blinked at the non sequitur. “Uh…no? I’ve been busy planning my gallery. I haven’t had time to date.”

“Park Jimin asked for your hand in marriage,” Jungok stated simply.

Ara stared. “What?”

“Will you at least think about it? I’m sure he’ll take good care of you and be a good husband to you, and if we make this partnership, he’ll be more solidly accepted as a businessman. You know I’m getting older, and ShinCorp will stay in our family when I retire. I am proud of you for following your own path, and a little pleased that you do not want to take over ShinCorp, but I want to make sure you are taken care of.”

“May I see the contract?”

Jungok handed her the portfolio, and she read through it carefully. “Will ShinCorp go to Mr. Park or to our children?”

“Mr. Park will have a share and your children will receive the rest. Until they come of age, you and he will have joint control over the company,” Jungok explained. “I know you don’t want to be CEO, but we must take caution in this day and age. I know you will make sure ShinCorp is run according to our mission statement.”

Ara hummed an acknowledgment and flipped over a page.

“Do you have Mr. Park’s number?”

Her father looked up in surprise. “Are you sure? I’m not pressuring you, Ara!”

“I know, Appa. I accept his proposal.”

“Well, I believe he left his card…” Jungok moved to his desk and shuffled through some papers. “...here!” He handed it to Ara.

“Er…the marriage is best announced and signed on sooner rather than later.”

Ara barely glanced up from creating a new contact in her phone.

“I’m aware, Appa,” she said briskly. “Will next Saturday work? I saw the perfect dress when I was out shopping with Unnie last week. I’ve been planning my wedding since I was a little girl, Appa.”

It was Jungok’s turn to stare at her. “In just over a week?”

She smirked. “Money is king, is it not? I’ll get everything done in time.” She patted his shoulder on her way to the door. “Leave it to me.”

~~~

Twenty minutes later, Ara slipped into her car. She clipped the seatbelt in, and Jungkook took off. 

“You’re looking at the future Mrs. Park Jimin!” she announced cheerfully.

“What?!” Jungkook swerved, then corrected the car.

“I’m marrying Park Jimin next Saturday if that works for him.” Her phone pinged. “Speak of the devil. ‘Yes, Saturday is perfect. Thank you for accepting my proposal. I am sorry it is so short notice and businesslike,’” Ara read aloud. “He sounds decent. Good.”

“He’d better be more than decent,” muttered Jungkook darkly, turning a corner smoothly.

Ara cooed. “Aww, are you worried about me? You’re the one who trained me for my black belt in taekwondo.”

“It’s literally my job, Ara!”

“I know, but still…Anyways, can you drop me off at the Whalien Cafe so I can meet all the girls at once?”

“Sure. Should I come in?”

“If you want. Have you ever tried their special 52 Hertz menu item? It’s sooo good.”

“No, I haven’t. I’ll come to crowd control your friends and try it while I’m there.”

“Wise choice.”

Ara and Jungkook walked into Whalien Cafe and ordered, then joined the five girls at two squished-together tables. Ara’s friends and unnie updated her on their lives since she had seen them last, then Ara dropped her bomb.

“Will you be my bridesmaids next Saturday?”

There was a beat of silence, then complete chaos erupted.Once they calmed down, she explained the situation. They immediately agreed to be her bridesmaids and began planning.

Ara explained her vision, then sat back as the ideas ran wild. By the end of the afternoon, she had a list of her favourite suggestions and a promise from each of her friends to join her the next day for dress shopping.

The friend group had met in college, except for Ara’s unnie, Kim Sihyeon. Sihyeon was the cousin of Jungok’s PA, Seokjin, who Ara viewed as an older brother.

Ara’s mother died in a car accident when Ara was eleven and Jungok immediately hired Ara a bodyguard-chauffeur. Jungok had Jungkook befriend Ara and trained him to become her new bodyguard-chauffeur when he was old enough. The other four members of the friend group were Jennie, Rose, Jisoo, and Lisa. They’d all been dorm mates in college and were quite close.

~~~

After a light supper, Ara spent the evening reserving things and purchasing necessary items for her upcoming nuptials.

Her phone dinged with an alert. Curious, she turned from her laptop and tapped on the message.

PJ: You’re certainly very organized! I was honestly expecting a month at best. I have people working on a story of how we met earlier. Here’s a link to the rough draft. Make whatever changes you want.

Inquisitive, Ara tapped on the link to the document, a professional publicist’s work, of course. It was well-written, if a little sensational, but she frowned at the extra drama sprinkled in, such as their coincidental meeting in Italy in the spring and their secret romance (none of which she recalled).

SA: Why do we need an article? Do you need this for appearances? *I* don’t mind being ‘just a business marriage’. It is a good story, though:)

PJ: I thought you would want it to seem as normal as possible. You are quite intriguing, Miss Shin.

SA: Good;) Let’s just release a formal announcement stating we’ve decided to get married. The media really doesn’t need anything else.

SA: I have the place and time booked for the reception and ceremony. Is there anything you’d like me to add, like family traditions?

PJ: Whatever you like. I will be giving you my halmeoni’s ring, if that’s alright with you.

SA: Of course! One final question…pink?

PJ: It’s a decent colour?

SA: 👍

A light knock echoed from the heavy wooden door, then a man popped his head into Jimin’s private office.

“Hey, Boss, there’s a box from your fiancée.”

“Bring it in,” the man behind the desk ordered. 

He carefully opened the box and lifted out a pastel-pink silk tie. The paper inside read, “I hope this hue of pink is a decent enough colour to wear to our wedding. If this is satisfactory, text me and I’ll send over the rest for your groomsmen. Black suits, please. ~SA”

Jimin smiled a little at the slightly wonky smiley face Ara had drawn beside her name and carefully replaced the tie.

PJ: It’s perfect. Thank you.

A woman all in black walked purposefully into the old warehouse. Several men and a few women were working busily in the large space, barely looking up at the click of her heels.

The door to the private rooms built into the warehouse swung open with the slight squeak of a hinge needing oil.

Gold eyes scanned over its occupants.

“Where’s Hyunjin?”

“He’s restocking the medical room since he got his new supplies,” answered a man with vermilion hair, stretching from his slump over a computer.

“Thanks, Chan.”

A tall man with long black hair popped out of a side room. “You called, Boss?”

The woman nodded shortly, clapping her hands for attention. “You all know that since Park Wonshik died, Bangtan’s been targeted. Well, the head of Bangtan had a brilliant idea to partner with the Grays, business-level and gang-level, through marriage.

“The head of Gray’s daughter is marrying Park Jimin on Saturday. The other mafia will find out tomorrow. With Bangtan and Gray united, the mafia  looking to take over Bangtan may set their sights on smaller game, so we need to be prepared for any backlash against us.

“Minho, you figure out if the others are planning to attack anyone. Hyunjin, find out how much Bangtan has on Stray Kids. Everyone else, get ready for an attack, worst-case scenario.”

“Yes, ma’am!” saluted the eight men in unison. They turned to their tasks, leaving Chan to approach the woman.

“Vix, you sure about this?”

Vixen’s blood-red lips curved in a smile. “Don’t worry, Channie. I have everything under control and I have plans for every variable, just like oppa taught me.”

Chan sighed. “Alright, then. I trust you, Vix.”

“Boss, here’s the file on Shin Ara you wanted.”

“Thanks, Hoseok.”Jimin took the file and flipped through it.

Good grades, though they slipped the year her mother Aeri died; friendly but only had a handful of close friends- four girls she met in college, four of her father’s employees, and one ex-boyfriend, Lee Minho, whom she was still friendly with. Graduated high school and college with honours, has an arts degree in photography, and had recently purchased a building on the edge of downtown Seoul for a gallery.

Who are you, Shin Ara? Why did you so readily agree to marry a stranger?

Jimin mulled over the possibilities, staring at her picture on the screen before him.

Another knock on the door roused him. “Sir, it’s time for your suit fitting.”

~~~

Jimin looked eagerly at the doors, waiting for the first glance of his wife face-to-face.

The audience stood as Ara strutted down the catwalk with a grace only a girl who had been bred in high society could achieve.

She took his hand, her fingers gripping his tightly. Her hand fit perfectly in his. A whiff of her floral perfume wafted through the air. Her very presence seemed familiar, though Jimin figured that could be from the hundreds of texts they had exchanged in the past eleven days.

Kim Seokjin was officiating at Ara’s request; it seemed to Jimin that he spoke slowly on purpose, taunting him with the veiled face of his bride.

Finally they reached the vows, and Ara’s grip on his hand tightened momentarily.

Jimin slipped his grandmother’s ring onto her finger, admiring the sparkle that seemed right. The three red garnets bookmarked by tiny diamonds suited her.

Ara slid the gold band on his finger, a little shock running up his arm from where she touched him.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“...You may kiss the bride,” announced Seokjin.

Jimin carefully lifted the veil over Ara’s reddish-brown hair, careful not to mess up her hairdo, and met her eyes with a smile he hoped wasn’t too eager.

Her eyes locked on his, a hint of a smile in their mahogany depths. He smiled back, placing his hand on her cheek, his thumb cupping her jaw. The steady beat of her heart pounded under his thumb as he dipped her slightly, the crowd cheering in celebration.

With a wink at her surprised glance, he swept his thumb over her lips, pressing his own to his thumb.

Seokjin gave him a minuscule nod that he caught out of the corner of his eye. No one else appeared to have caught the faux-kiss, thankfully.

Jimin really didn’t want to have to explain to his teasing brothers that the big, bad mafia boss didn’t want to scare his new bride away.

Sihyeon straightened the train of Ara’s Alexander Wang dress and handed her the bouquet of pink ranunculus. Jimin extended his arm, Ara looped hers through his, and they swept down the aisle.

Jungok caught his eye on the way by, “Don’t forget your promise,” he mouthed.

The promise, in Jimin’s copy of the contract– Jungok’s only stipulation.

Do not let Ara find out that you or I are in the mafia.

Ara was a total Daddy’s girl, only idolizing him. He didn’t want to break her heart, tell her that her appa wasn’t all she’d thought he was.

Jungok had been secretly overjoyed when she had come to him, saying she wanted to study art, not business to prepare for inheriting ShinCorp. It was much easier to hide the fact that he was the don of the Gray mafia, one of the biggest in Seoul.

Jungok could leave ShinCorp to his Head of Strategy, Kim Namjoon, who would run the Grays as well, and Ara would be none the wiser.

Jungok’s one wish was to never crush his little girl’s world of gold and pink and glitter and peace.

Yes, he had insisted she learn a martial art and have a bodyguard, but many CEOs’ families had more protection. Aeri’s accident may have truly been an accident, but after he failed to protect his wife, he vowed to make sure Ara would always be protected.

After the luxurious reception, the Parks drove to Jimin’s home and base of operations, codenamed Cypher. Jimin drove them himself- Ara had brought Jungkook with her but given him the night off, and he was hitting it off with his new colleagues and Jimin’s friends/groomsmen, Kim Taehyung, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi, Choi Soobin, and Choi Beomgyu.

Jimin pulled the bulletproof SUV up to the steps and sighed in relief. None of the other mafia or gangs had attempted anything, and Bangtan was now officially allied with Gray; the gangs pressuring and testing him since his father’s death should relax now.

He leaned his head against the headrest and looked over at Ara. Oh, right.

“So…it didn’t seem quite right discussing it over text, but where should I put your things? I have a suite prepared for you, or you can have the master bedroom, whichever you’d like…”

Ara smiled a little at his awkwardness, masking her own. They hadn’t exactly had the time to discuss the finer points of married life, beyond the ‘getting married’ point.

“I think the suite would be best for now, although I am looking forward to getting to know you better, and I hope we can make this relationship work.”

“I do, too.” Jimin pulled out his phone to text the housekeeper to move the rest of Ara’s things to the prepared suite . “You looked beautiful, I meant to say that earlier.”

“Thank you. Er- did you dye your hair to match the colour scheme? I wasn’t expecting that level of cooperation.”

Jimin chuckled, getting out of the SUV and stretching to relieve the lingering awkwardness. “No, that was a coincidence. I’m glad it didn’t clash with the colour scheme, though. When you asked about suits and colours all I could think of at first was, ‘Oh no, what if she wants one of those ultra-modern black-and-white weddings’ or something.”

Ara’s light laughter floated through the crisp night. “Don’t worry, I like colour. Photographer, y’know?”

“I was really impressed by how quickly you got everything prepared.” He paused, debating on broaching the subject now or later. Curiosity won, and he plowed ahead. “Can I ask why you agreed to marry me so quickly?”

Ara shrugged, bending over to pull off her sparkly pink Louboutins. “You needed a partnership with my father’s group. Appa would have a beneficial business agreement with your company. I would like to be a wife, and in the future, a mother. I’ve never had a long-term boyfriend or anything…all the chaebol heirs are too old, too young, pricks, immature, or just not my type. I confess I did a little stalking of you, and Appa approved of you. Even if this was a business marriage, he would never suggest a man who wouldn’t treat me well. And you saved me the time and stress of introducing my boyfriend to my family and waiting to see if the verdict would fall in your favour or not,” she shrugged again. 

Jimin nodded, fascinated by the peek into Ara’s brain. “I hope that, at the very least, we’ll get along as friends. Would you like to go on a date tomorrow?”

“Sure, I’m free. What time?”

~~~

Ara settled into her very comfy bed and pulled out her phone.

SA: 2:00 p.m. tomorrow

KS: Done so soon?

SA: Shut up. 2:00, be there or don’t.

KS: Got it. I’ll be there.🙄

At 1:55 p.m., Ara descended the stairs of her new house, ready for her date. Her peach tunic dress hugged her curves and fell to her knees, complemented by her chunky brown leather heels, gold jewelry, and an oversized burgundy purse.

Jimin had just pulled the car up, and his jaw loosened a little. “You look stunning!”

Ara blushed, pushing a loose curl behind her ear. “Thanks, you look pretty nice yourself.”

Jimin wore his loose white suit well, his plum shirt complementing his peachy-pink hair.

The car ride to downtown Seoul was filled with quiet chatter as the newlyweds got to know each other better.

Jimin pulled up to an art museum and got out, heading quickly to Ara’s side to open the door for her. She took his arm, and he let her tell him all about the art and curation as they toured the museum.

“Abeoji first took me to a museum when I was six, I think? I really liked it and begged Eomma to take me back. I just kept making my parents take me to museums until I’d seen them all, and then repeated it. I tried drawing and painting, but I wasn’t very good at them and didn’t want to put in the hours of practice to attempt to be good.”

They strolled along to the photography section, having gone through the traditional paintings and sketches.“Photography caught my attention when I was ten or eleven…Jungkook had taken up photography as his hobby, and he let me try sometimes. I really loved those times taking pictures and decided that’s what I wanted to do as a job, not run ShinCorp. Appa was surprisingly accepting of my decision, but he’s always spoiled me a bit,” Ara laughed.

“Jungkook, as in, your bodyguard?” Jimin asked curiously. “He couldn’t have been much use when you were ten…he’s only a bit older than you, right?”

“Oh, Kook wasn’t my bodyguard till he was eighteen. We grew up as childhood friends since my eomma’s accident. He’s from Busan, but he was kidnapped and trafficked around the time of my mom’s accident. The police rescued him and some other children when they broke up the ring of gangsters that had been trafficking kids,” explained Ara, pausing in front of a photo of a field of wildflowers.

“Jungkook was an orphan, so one of the policemen who’d rescued them fostered him. He was Appa’s friend, and they thought it would be good for both of us to have a companion.”

Ara turned to see what Jimin thought of this revelation. He was frowning at the floor, one hand in his pocket. Running his other hand through his hair, he exhaled. “That must have been tough.”

Ara nodded. “He doesn’t speak about it much–sensitive, you know? Oh, and you don’t need to worry about…anything between us,” she added hesitantly. “We did have a crush on each other in high school, but we realized we’re better off as friends. There’s no competition.”

He raised his head to smirk at her, pushing his hair back one final time. “So, there’s a chance of winning your heart?”

She smiled back, lifting her lashes flirtatiously. “I’d say there’s a good chance.”

“Shall we go for dinner, then?”

“Sure, I could eat. Could we try this new French restaurant nearby?”

“Whatever you want, milady. What’s its name?”

“L’Domino. Main floor of the Star Lost hotel,” Ara pointed down the street to a tall building several blocks away, visible from the museum parking lot.

“Ah…I’ve heard of that place. Let’s go, then!”

The maitre’d heard their names and immediately showed them to a table. Dim lighting, but not so dim you couldn’t see what you were eating, opulent fabrics and the quiet instrumental soundtrack gave the dining room an atmosphere oozing exclusivity. Jimin pulled out Ara’s chair for her, then sat opposite her.

A black-suited waiter approached, his chubby cheeks lifted in a smile. “Good evening! My name is Jisung; I’ll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with a beverage?”

At D9, Vixen’s HQ, Chan picked up the phone, halting its first ring. “Chan.”

“Christmas, it’s me. Have Park Jimin’s hacker find Jeon Jungkook’s file of his kidnapping. Shin Ara told him about it; he’ll be suspicious.”

“Got it. Did Seungmin make the drop?”

“The goods are in position. I’ll contact you later for news on our plans, I just wanted to give you a head start on the file. Vixen over and out.”

“Thank you for the lovely date, Princess. I enjoyed getting to know you. Perhaps we could make this a regular thing?”

Jimin opened the front door, and Ara stepped into the low-lit foyer. “Thank you. I had a lot of fun, and ditto,” she returned. “Making this regular sounds lovely.”

Jimin inhaled and pushed further. “Would you like to have breakfast together in the mornings if I’m not at the office early?”

“I’d love to. What time do you normally eat?”

“Quarter to eight. Does that work for you?”

“Sounds perfect. See you tomorrow, then?”

“See you then. Sleep well,” he called after her, already halfway up the stairs.

“You as well. Goodnight, Jimin.” Ara entered her suite, all done in pastels with gold accents. It was either a strange coincidence or someone had been talking (she bet it was her appa), but it was very similar to her room at home.

She headed to the ensuite to begin her nighttime routine, replaying the whole date with Jimin.

She had expected maybe dinner or an outing, but not the entire afternoon and evening. It was lovely, but she wondered if Jimin would face any backlash over spending so much time off work. It was crucial he maintained a flawless profile in the first months of being appointed CEO, Ara was enough of a businessman’s daughter  to know that. Their marriage was, in part, to help stabilize his takeover, and she didn’t want to be a hindrance.

He was a perfect gentleman and quite attentive. She’d miss his company, but she’d make sure their next date was a little shorter. By their first anniversary, he should be able to spend more time with her again.

It’s not like she was expecting love and him to wait on her hand and foot, even if she did hope they’d grow to genuinely care about each other. Time flew by, anyway– she’d survive a few months without his constant presence. Resolved to broach the subject at breakfast the next morning, she crawled into her comfy bed and replayed his every action again.

He was too perfect. She’d find his flaw sooner or later.

Jimin tapped his fingers rhythmically on his desk and sighed. Finally, he pushed a button and asked for Jungkook to be fetched.

Minutes later, Ara’s bodyguard stood at attention in front of him.

“You’ve known Ara since you were eleven?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You were adopted by Jeon Jeonghwa, an officer in Seoul’s police department, Organized Crime division?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ara told me you were kidnapped from Busan and brought here by traffickers, till you were rescued by your adoptive father.”

Jungkook nodded.

“You became her bodyguard at eighteen…you’ve trained in martial arts for twelve years?”

“Yes, sir. Mr. Shin insisted Ara and I take self-defense lessons, and I wanted more.”

“You know who Shin Jungok is? Who I am?” Jimin leaned back in his chair, studying Jungkook.

“Yes, sir. Head of the Gray Gang and the Bangtan Family.”

“Does Ara suspect who we are?” Jimin narrowed his eyes. The million-dollar question…or maybe, billion-dollar, considering the revenue estimated to be brought in by this alliance.

“No, sir. Mr. Shin wants her to know nothing about your other business. He’s made sure she knows nothing.”

“Tell me if she ever mentions anything about it to you, please. Thank you for your time.”

“Yes, sir. Also…there was never really anything between us. We’re like siblings, sir.”

Jungkook left, and Jimin resumed his finger tapping, staring at the spot where the man had stood.

Time went by, and the newlyweds fell into a routine. They would have breakfast together four times a week when Jimin wasn’t ‘at the office early’. When he came home, they would have dinner, either trying out a new restaurant or one of Ara’s home-cooked meals. 

Cooking was her hobby, and she enjoyed experimenting with various cuisines and fusions.

Mrs. Lee, the housekeeper, let her have free reign of the kitchen, a feat not easily achieved.

The long-date problem was solved by the compromise of several shorter dates. Once a week, Jimin would take Ara on a coffee or lunch date, the short distance between Ara’s gallery and Park Group’s buildings coming in handy so they could stretch out their precious minutes together. 

Ara had almost finished setting up her gallery and excitedly shared her plans for the opening and all the organizing she had to do. Jimin was bemused by her enjoyment of organizing things and creating organizational systems, imagining if she knew about his secondary business and how she’d whip everyone into shape. He had no doubt that she would be a force to be reckoned with if someone got into her path. Grinning at the mental image of Ara siccing Jungkook and maybe his own men on someone standing in her way, he realized he was smiling like a loon and quickly smoothed out his expression.

Just in time.

His secretary knocked on the door and poked his head in. “Sir, the dress was delivered. However, Mrs Shin has not opened it yet.”

With a fond smile, he rolled his eyes. She was probably busy focusing on the networking for the ball tonight.

For all her love of order, she could be so scatterbrained and distracted sometimes. Her suite was a disaster when she was getting ready to go out, and she was always leaving something behind somewhere. Maybe it should have annoyed him, but it only endeared her to him more. She wasn’t completely perfect, something that reassured him to no end. Perfect people were too good to be true, something that made him suspicious of Ara and Jungkook in the beginning.

At first, he’d only spent so much time with Ara because he wanted to know what she was hiding behind that girly-girl, society and gilded mask, but as they became closer, he realized she truly was that good-hearted; not shallow at all, but she didn’t shy away from being the cliche chaebol princess.

Her openness drew him to her like a moth to a flame. He had so many secrets. What was it like to just be who you are, unapologetically? Not worry about what people thought of you?

Jungkook was similar to Ara, probably because they’d been practically attached by the hip for over a decade. He’d quickly proven himself to Jimin’s closest circle, and as Mrs Shin’s guy, he was quickly welcomed to the inner ranks. He gave Jimin good advice about how to deal with Ara, which Jimin truly appreciated, and he was always down to join Jimin in a workout or spar.

Even Hoseok, Jimin’s Head of Security, approved of Jungkook, a difficult achievement.

By the second month of the contract marriage, Ara and Jungkook were permanent fixtures in the Bangtan Family’s life, and it seemed unthinkable that anything should happen to them. They were Parks now, and it seemed like they always had been.

Jimin knocked on Ara’s door, fiddling with his garnet cufflinks while he waited. The thick carpeting muffled her footsteps, and the door swung open unexpectedly.

His jaw dropped.

The form-fitting red dress had a sparkling corset bodice, laced up tightly to emphasize his wife’s curves, and a hint of thigh winked at him from the slit in the gauzy skirt.

Diamonds glinted from her ears, between fluffy curls he wanted to wrap around his fingers.

Shin Ara looked every inch the mafia queen she was, even if she didn’t know it. 

Jimin’s gaze slowly slid down to her strappy gold heels, then back up, making Ara blush.

“You look wonderful,” he said, extending his hand.

“Thank you.”

~~~

Jimin proudly escorted his wife into the high society, clandestine mafia ball.

Jungok spotted them arriving and came over to greet them.

Every two weeks, the entire group of Gray and Bangtan’s inner circles came together for dinner. Jungok had been at their mansion two days ago, yet he acted as if it had been two months.

“Hello, my beautiful daughter; Jimin. You look so much like your mother,” Jungok stared wistfully at Ara. “Speaking of, when will I get my own grandchildren?”

Blushing furiously, Ara thwacked her father’s arm. “Appa!”

“What? I’m an old man, I want to see my grandchildren before I die.”

Ara scoffed. “You’re so dramatic, Appa; you’re not that old. Anyways, how’s your new secretary doing? Has he learned anything yet?” she grinned, recalling her father’s exasperated rant on the secretary’s new structuring and organization tactics earlier that week.

“Yes, Seungmin just needed some time to learn the ropes; he’s quite bright. When will you have your opening night?” Jungok switched the topic.

“Next month, the twelfth. I’m so excited!”

Jimin chimed in with a chuckle, “It’s all she’s been focused on for a while now.”

Ara glared playfully at him and swept off for some punch. 

Rejoining the men, she saw her father grip Jimin’s wrist tightly and speak lowly into his ear.

“Appa? Gwaenchana?”

“Just a little thirsty,” Jungok said thickly. Ara quickly passed him her punch and watched in horror as it spilled all over the front of her dress, the cup crashing to the floor moments before Jungok.

“Appa!” Ara stared at the sweat gathering on his forehead, at the light, fast breaths he was taking as he weakly tugged at his tie to loosen it. 

"Call an ambulance!" She demanded of no one in particular, crouching beside him in worry.

Jimin dialed the emergency line quickly and waited for the ambulance to come. Jungkook rushed over, checking Jungok’s pulse and loosening his collar and cuffs, rolling him onto his side.

The EMTs arrived and transported Jungok to the hospital, sirens blaring as they sped through the streets.

Ara nervously twisted her fingers in her lap, her gaze fixed on the flashing lights directly ahead of them as Jimin followed the vehicle carrying her father.

Finger twisting was joined by impatient pacing in front of the row of chairs as she awaited any news.

After what seemed like hours of pacing under the glaring white lights, the doctor who’d taken her father approached.

“Mr. Shin is stable but unconscious right now. He had a heart attack. Do you know if he had any of these symptoms lately?” the doctor rattled off a list of concerning things Ara wished she knew about.

She shook her head helplessly. “I-I don’t know. I just got married recently and moved out- I’ve only seen him briefly…”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jimin wrapped his arms around her comfortingly, returning from making calls to his secretary, letting her know that he wouldn’t be in the next day. “You didn’t and couldn’t know– that’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault; it’s just a fact. Your dad is stable now. It’ll be okay, yeah?” His hand rubbed soothing strokes up and down her arm. “Ara, you’re cold.” Shrugging his coat off,  he wrapped it around her like a hug.

“We’d like to run some tests on Mr. Shin, just to make sure he’s okay besides this issue,” said the doctor, eyeing her sympathetically. “Could you come to my office to sign some papers?”

Once everything was finally sorted out and she had seen her father, reassured that he was going to be okay and there was nothing for her to do at present, Jimin took her home and sent her straight to bed.

Tucking her in, he smoothed the comforter over her shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “He’ll be okay, Princess.”

“Thank you for everything, Jimin.” She blinked up at his shadowed profile.

“Of course. Get some sleep.” His finger brushed her cheek, then she heard his light footsteps head toward the door and the quiet snick of the door closing.

Closing her eyes, she did her best to sleep. Its comforting embrace welcomed her swiftly.

[eld-red]

okay long story short im cooking up a star fox fic thats a bit of an au vixy reinard is prominent and she has a college band i used her in an au where she was going to be Human so her band name could be “Tori and the Vixens” but it cant be that in star fox bc that would basicallt be “Tori and the Humans” so now i am deciding whT the new name should be

[nocternalrandomness]

The Daily Pinup #103 - "Stars & Stripes" - Vintage Vixens Series

[xx-theblack-vixen-xx]

I love my baby boy <3 kylo my beloved baby puppy

[fiction-vixen]

Give me Obi Wan who has come to terms with not falling in love again. He believes he’s never going to find that feeling again. And he keeps true to that, grounding himself in the Force and finding acceptance. 

Then he meets Commander Cody. Smart soldier with unshakable morals who has the same goals as him. He always has Obi Wan’s back and stands by his side. They become a team. A stronghold against the Separatist Army. They become inseparable.

But Obi Wan thinks nothing of it. They are partners, comrades, and nothing more.

But that doesn’t stop him from push Cody out of the way and take a blaster for him. Or running to Cody’s when he is injured. Or how gradually he ends up seeking Cody’s company. At first it’s at a professional level for strategy and meetings. But then it’s sharing tea and meals in the mess.

Everyone starts to notice but Obi Wan. The 212 see the longing looks, the too long touches, and the closeness. As does the 501st. Of course Ashoka makes off-handed comments that Obi Wan ignores because she’s Anakin’s padawan. It isn’t till Anakin tells him to stop being a love sick fool and focus.And suddenly Obi Wan has the realization that he’s in love. The one thing he promised himself never to do again….

Cue angst of Obi Wan denying these feelings and trying to cut Cody out his life. Which is the hardest thing he’s done. It ends up getting so bad that Cody confronts him and asks what he’s done wrong. And Obi Wan says nothing. So Cody asks for a chance to be together after the war.

Obi Wan ends up agreeing because the war is coming to close. He’s being sent to kill Grievous on Utapau. So they both promise to have an honest conversation after the battle…. Except it never happens…💔

[seaofimaginarysins]

⚡️How intimate does Inari get with her lovers (sons included).

"Oh, very, darling~ It's no fun to stop short, after all. If I've deigned to take you on as a lover, you had best believe we'll be going all the way~"