#and he named it Handsome because it has a bow tie

[bilboyagathechickenfootedhobbit]

So my kid found a stuffed animal he really wanted yesterday but this kid already has just….SO FUCKING MANY stuffies it’s insane. I told him he had to pay for any new ones with his own money AND he had to pick one of his old ones to get rid of. He agreed to the terms but then when we got home he picked his stuffed dragon George to get rid of and now I regret everything.

Y’all….George has been here since BEFORE my kid was born. George featured in our maternity shoot!!! GEORGE IS FAMILY!!!

So my kid got rid of George but OH WHAT A SURPRISE MOMMY NOW HAS A NEW STUFFIE THAT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE GEORGE. Let’s call him Ringo.

[blackynsupremacy]

HIS BIGGEST FAN

pairing: nicholas a. chavez x black!fem!reader

summary: for as long as you’ve known her, your grandmother has always enjoyed watching daytime soap operas, such as general hospital. she’s even more delighted when gets to have a “date” with you and your boyfriend, who happens to portray her favorite character, spencer cassadine.

contains: established relationship, romance, cavity inducing fluff, cuddling, kissing, reassurance, nicholas being the best boyfriend ever, kind words, grandma loves her some nicholas.

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“and voila! you look so amazing, baby.”

you chime after perfectly adjusting the black bow tie that rested on the collar of his pristine white button up shirt. you both get a glimpse of his final look in the full sized mirror of the luxury suite you guys secured for your visit in your hometown. your boyfriend of two years, nicholas chavez, was indeed what your uncles would call it “clean” as he donned a noir tuxedo and bow tie. you couldn’t help, but to inwardly swoon at the sight of the obvious outline of his toned build within the suit. the sweet, musky scent of his cologne put your senses in a hypnotic daze and his plush, chocolate tresses were shiny and brushed smoothly to the side with a couple of loose curls cascading along his forehead. nicholas looked good.

one would assume that this was a normal get dolled up date between you and nicholas, but this outing was more special. you were back in your hometown because nicholas has met most of your immediate family such as your parents, but not any of your grandparents yet, specifically your maternal grandmother. you loved your grandma to pieces and would protect her just as she has done for you in your childhood and adolescence. anyone could see that you were her favorite. she’d spoil you with the best of her homemade meals, the best gifts for special occasions, and you never forgot when she would discreetly slip a twenty in your palm while she gave fives to your cousins. you would never forget that she basically raised you from kindergarten to fifth grade while your parents worked long hours during the week and they’d pick you up on weekends. one thing that you knew very well about your grandma was that she was invested in her “stories”. they were just daytime soap operas and her favorite of all time was general hospital. ever since day one in ‘sixty-three, your grandmother hasn’t missed a single episode. it’s amazing that her memory was starting to get faded as she was getting older, but rest assured, she could recall an entire episode from ‘seventy-four if she wanted to! word for word and bar for bar. as a kid, you would catch a confused glimpse of the tv-programming while you were at her house. you had no clue what was happening, but grandma was invested, so you might as well be. now, as an adult, you don’t have the time to regularly catch up on the show on your own, but you made it your duty to record the episodes for your grandmother to make sure her streak wasn’t broken.

one year prior to meeting nicholas, you visited your grandma to just cook her lunch and kick it with her stories. as you both sat and watched, you realized that so much has changed with the show over the years, both the plot line and the characters. your grandmother enthusiastically nudges you when her favorite couple by the names of “trina” and “spencer” appear on the screen. they were a beautiful interracial couple of people who looked to be right in your age range. the woman was stunning. she was african american with gorgeous, dark brown skin and long straight black hair. the man was a brunette caucasian that was tall, muscular, and definitely handsome. you assumed that your grandmother caught your lingering gaze on the man and she teased you saying that he would exactly be your type, you just laughed her off and continued watching the episode because this man was a whole celebrity, so the chances of you and him crossing paths were very slim.

but never zero.

fast forward to a year later, you were flown out by your friend in l.a. that was interning for the costume design team on the set for a netflix docudrama series based on the case of the menendez brothers. the premiere was quickly approaching and she was allowed to bring a plus one, which would be you. as you guys were getting ready, she gave you the details about the designer fashion used in the show and you chuckled as she couldn’t stop talking about how fine the actors playing the brothers were.

“girl, i can’t wait for you to meet the crew tonight! on my soul the one who plays lyle would definitely be your type.” she hypes once you guys pull up to the venue. the hollywood life was like a dream. camera’s flashing from every corner, people wanting your autograph, giving exclusive interviews, and just the general buzzing of excitement in the air as you both entered on the red carpet. just only a few minutes before the screening started, your friend had to go talk with a team member, leaving the next few empty seats beside you open. your eyes dart around the room as you nervously wait for your friend’s return until you hear a male voice.

“uh, hey, is this seat taken?” he politely asked. you didn’t really get a look at him because the house lights of the theater were cut off, but you could see that he was really tall and muscular based off of his silhouette. with a shake of your head, you gesture towards the seat next to you in which he graciously sat, giving you a soft spoken “thank you”. you gulp a bit now that you were even more nervous than before, out of habit your knee nervously bounced up and down the more your impatience was growing. out of the corner of his eye, he noticed your fidgeting.

“hey, i hate to bother you again, but are you alright? you seem a bit nervous.” he alluded to your still bouncing knee. you take a deep breath to promptly regulate, stopping your movements and turning your head to the stranger.

“my bad, i’m just waiting for my friend to get back. she’s like the only i person i know here— it’s a little embarrassing.” you whispered with a nervous chuckle.

“well, in that case, my name’s nicholas. what’s yours?”

“y/n.”

“nice to meet you. that’s a pretty name for a what i assume is a pretty girl. it’s kind of hard to see in here.”

you both quietly chuckle. you thank him for the compliment before he speaks one final time and the screening officially starts.

“now, you shouldn’t be so nervous because you know two people here.”

the smile that was etched on your face didn’t disappear after you two got to see each other in the well-lit room of the after-party. god, this man was more good-looking than you pictured him to be and by the way he was throwing game, he found you to be a sight for sore eyes also. for some odd reason, it felt like you’ve seen him somewhere before, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. you forgot that your friend was even your ride until you realized that she was ready to turn in for the night. you and nicholas didn’t want to leave without at least exchanging numbers and that’s how those texts turned to late night talks to continuous dates. after a few months of dating, you two were officially an item and you decided to move to l.a. to be closer.

on about the third date, you told nicholas that you had that feeling that you’ve seen him before, but you don’t know where from. you knew it definitely wasn’t in person, so it had to be on television. it all came together when he told you that was also working on none other than general hospital as, you guessed it, spencer cassadine. with a palm to your face, you erupt with giggles. nicholas inquires you on the joke, you tell him about your grandmother’s love for the soap opera and how she gushes about his character. he blushes when you say she’s basically his biggest fan! you don’t forget how she told you that he would be your type of man and that your friend at the premiere said the exact same thing. it’s funny how fate works that way. the dream of your sweet, soap opera loving grandmother getting the chance to meet her favorite star of her favorite soap and the love of your life, would now become a reality tonight at one of the fanciest restaurants in town.

“thank you, sweetheart, but not half as amazing as you.” he responds with a lopsided smile and plants a soft kiss on your full, glossed lips.

“easy now, boo. save that charm for our special guest tonight, hm?”

you bashfully quip with a smirk as the heat rises on the cheeks of your melanated face. you then peer down at your wrist watch to check the time. you knew it was time to set the plan in motion. your palms smooth down the dress you chose for the evening and you retrieve your purse before you turn to nicholas to go over the plan one last time.

“okay, remember, i’ll go to pick her up and tell them our reservation. luckily, they still seat you if one person is a bit late. then, you’ll walk in with your fine self holding the bouquet of roses, are we clear?” you stated shifting your eyes from nicholas to the flowers that lay on the mini table of the hotel room.

“crystal.” nicholas affirms with a nod. his large hand softly catches your wrist before you try to scurry out to the elevator. being in a bit of a rush, you thought it could wait, but who were you to deny such a man like him? you gave in.

“what’s up, love?” you attentively urge. he pulls you closer to place his hands on your hips while yours find their way to his forearms.

“you know that you’re literally the best, right? this what you’re doing for her has shown me how big your heart is for those you love. i won’t lie—that makes me so proud to call you mine.” his spoke with soft sincerity as he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, the loose dangling curls tickle across your skin. that familiar heat returns and the tempo of your pounding heart increases. his words rendered you speechless. even though nicholas worked as an actor, he could make a killing at being a poet because he always knew what to say. he took your moment of silence as an opportunity to speak one last time. the warm, coffee gaze of his eyes never dared to pull away from yours.

“you’re just beautiful—from the inside.”

the words halt from his pink lips. he draws them closer to fill the gap between you two, pulling you in for a brief, yet passionate kiss which you eagerly reciprocate for a few seconds before he pulls away to resume speaking,

“and definitely from the outside. i love you so much, y/n.” he concludes with one of his hands cupping along your jawline, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

“and i love you so much, nicholas. thank you. i just want to give back to her what she’s given to me all of these years. i literally couldn’t have done this without you.” you respond with the same soft tone and return a chaste peck to his lips.

“now, i gotta go and get her before this whole thing falls through. i’ll see you in a little bit and don’t forget the flowers, okay?” with a light squeeze to his arms, you free yourself from his grip with your belongings in tow and give him one last smile before exiting your room and taking the elevator down to the lobby. after your uber arrives, you call your grandmother’s in-home caretaker that you would be arriving promptly to pick her up. once you pull in the driveway, you walk up to the door of the house that has brought you several fond childhood memories, you take the key that was made for you and unlock the door to see your grandmother all dolled up in her modest red velvet dress. her natural gray curls were styled beautifully on her head and her lips were painted to match her dress. with a child-like enthusiasm, you greet her in a warm embrace and a kiss to her forehead, not forgetting to tell the eighty one year old how radiant she looked. her scent was always the signature of elizabeth taylor’s white diamond perfume. the caretaker helps you get her into the car safely and you embark on the way to the restaurant. during the ride, you catch her up on life things and you inquire if she’s been eating, taking her meds, and watching her stories. you smile as the driver makes the turn into the parking lot and you find a good spot near the entrance.

“okay, grandma, we’re here! i have someone special i really want you to meet tonight and they’re really excited to meet you too.” you say, unbuckling both of your seatbelts.

“oh, really? who is it, baby?” she inquires with a piqued gaze in her eye while she watches you get out the car to help her out of her seat.

“as excited as i am to let you know, it’s a surprise!”

she playfully groans and you laugh as you hold on tightly to her hand to guide her to the entrance and confirm your reservation with the hostess who then immediately guides you to the secluded table in the vip section. your grandmother stares in awe at where you two were seated.

“baby, are we meeting the president or something? this looks a bit expensive.”

you giggle knowing that she was serious, she still looked impressed nonetheless.

“no, grandma, it’s the not the president. we’re just meeting my boyfriend and he wanted us to be treated well tonight.”

her eyes widen with wonder and she pulls you in for a hug.

“aw, my baby is in love! i’m so happy for you. does he make you happy?”

you pull back with a simper and eagerly nod at the mere thought of him.

“yes, he really does, grandma. i love him so much.”

“well, ain’t that a blessing? i knew there was a little glow on you, but i didn’t want to be wrong.”

you tell her that it was no worries and your gaze shifts to the entrance to see the familiar tall figure you’ve come to know and love. he’s finally here. you tell your grandmother to sit tight for a moment while you go to fetch nicholas. he was casually standing handsome and tall with the bouquet of roses in one hand and the other, in his pocket. once you made your way to the hostess station, you inform that nicholas is in the party of your reservation and he intertwines the hand that was in his pocket with yours before you both stride across the room to the vip table. your grandmother was reading over the menu and you call out her name causing her gaze up at you both. you and him were getting excited as you observed her facial expression when she laid her eyes upon your boyfriend. realization paints her face when she makes the connection,

“spencer. i-is that you?” she quizzes with a star struck tone. with a blushing grin, nicholas deliberately approaches and takes a seat next to her. her stare doesn’t break from the man. he takes the moment to introduce himself.

“you may know me as spencer from the show, but i’m also your lovely granddaughter’s boyfriend, nicholas. it’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. may i?” nicholas holds out his hand and when he grants your grandmother’s consent, he lifts her hand to his lips to place a delicate kiss on it. you take out your phone to capture photos of this moment. your grandmother couldn’t stop her giggling of excitement when she graciously took the flowers from nicholas.

“look at the camera, you two!” nicholas gently puts his arm around her shoulders and she naturally leans into his touch for the first photo. for the second, she places a kiss upon his cheek, making nicholas grin so hard that his face probably hurt. by the way he blushed from that kiss, you’d thought that your grandmother was going to take your man for sure. it didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell that your grandmother adored nicholas and nicholas, her. you assumed that their chemistry was so off the chain, that if you left them, they wouldn’t even notice your absence. you put away your phone and take the seat on the other side of your grandmother, placing her in the center.

“ooh, y/n! he’s just as sweet as he can be. he’s more handsome than he looks on my stories. you better keep him, girl.” she chimes as she gets an eyeful of nicholas’ dashing features to which his cheeks never stop their glow of red while continually thanking her. you couldn’t pay him a million dollars to be arrogant if you tried and that’s one of the many things you loved so much about him. nicholas adds in the conversation,

“if it’s any consolation, i don’t plan on letting go of y/n anytime soon. that’s if she’ll have me.” those pretty brown eyes peer into yours. the glint of sincerity shoots you right through the heart. you smile returning the same expression,

“i couldn’t get rid of you if i wanted to, so of course.”

“awww! you’re more romantic than spencer and trina!” your grandmother emotionally chimes in and you calm her down to make sure her excitement doesn’t affect her health.

when everyone has ordered, your grandmother continues to ask nicholas about himself, especially on the show. she was a bit bummed out that he couldn’t reveal the details of the new episode coming in january, but he was going to give her a special gift for the holidays to make up for it. as you’re all eating dinner, you groan in playful embarrassment when she recalled your childhood memories to him. like the time you were at the park, and you wanted the merry-go-round to spin super fast, she warned you to shut that down. did you listen? nope. you spun that thing so fast, you threw up on another kid’s shoes. nicholas doubled over in laughter while the elder shook her head at you with a grin.

“grandmaaaa! why’d you expose me like that?” you pout at her with a glare towards nicholas.

“because you’re hard-headed, but i still love you.”she retorts.

“i’m working on it, trust! and—i love you too!”

nicholas sat and observed your interactions between you two, it was so refreshing to see you both at ease and talk like the best of friends despite the fifty-six year age gap between you two. when you all are full, nicholas picks up the tab for dinner, in which you two thank him with a kiss on each side of his face and you order the uber for you all to share to bring you home. you let her take a bathroom break and you get the notification that your uber has arrived. with nicholas walking out in front in of you both, you take your grandma by the hand as you two follow his lead. once he confirms that the uber is legit, he opens the door for you both to climb in. with your grandma in the center again, you sit back as the third wheel as they continue their animated discussion about general hospital and your relationship during the entire ride back to her house. you text the caretaker that you have pulled up, but to open the door because you and nicholas were going to help her to the door.

“thank you so much for dinner, you two! i had such a great time. it was such a pleasure meeting you, spen—i mean, nicholas! lord, have mercy you’re both so charming, i can’t tell the difference.” she bade sending him a wave.

you all filled the air with laughter as you three strolled towards the porch.

“you’re very welcome! the pleasure is definitely all mine, ma’am. i can see where y/n gets—well, everything from! heh.” he says with the notable twinkle in his eye.

you both coo at his charm.

“jesus, if i were just fifty years younger—“

“grandma! chill!” you playfully chide the elder and nicholas chortles as you all go up the steps, meeting the caretaker at the front door. after all was said and done, you and nicholas bid her a final goodnight with a hug and kiss to the cheek before she disappears into the house to retire for the night. the uber then drops you and nicholas off at your hotel. once you get to the room, you both share a shower together, change into something comfortable, and cuddle within the king sized bed. you’re both still pretty wired from the evening, so you just talked about the plans of spending time with her tomorrow because your flight doesn’t leave until the day afterwards.

“babe, your grandmother is one of the cutest women i’ve ever met—besides you of course.”

“mm-hmmm. i better and thank you! she really likes you too, you know. like i said, she’s your biggest fan. i bet you she’s gonna call up her friend, miss edna, and tell her all about it in the morning.” you both chuckle and there’s a beat of silence and it was your turn to break it,

“nick, can i confess something?”

“yeah, what’s on your mind, doll?”

“you know how grandma said that we were more romantic than spencer and trina? can i say that i really appreciated her saying that? i won’t lie when i’ve seen some of those scenes, i thought you and tabyana were a thing.— i even get just a little jealous sometimes. i know it’s your job and—”

“hey, hey, hey. c’mere.” with arms already around you he shifts you from his side and positions you on top of him.

“like i told your grandma, i’m not going anywhere anytime with anyone. you’re the one for me. i may get some attention here and there from the rest of the world, but look at who’s with me right now. i’m your biggest fan and if i have to reassure that when you need, i got you like you got me, are we clear?”

you hold his gaze now with relief washing over you, a smile grows on your face and you nod to affirm his question.

“crystal.” you utter before bringing your lips to his for a kiss. nicholas doesn’t hesitate to reciprocate as you place your hands on each side of his sharp jawline and his hands rest themselves on your hips. you both indulge in each other for about a minute or two before you give each other one final “i love you” before letting a well-deserved slumber take over your exhausted bodies.

[borathae]

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"You love torturing Jungkook. He is so fucking adorable when he whines and squirms for you. Alternatively: You tie up Jungkook and torture him with a pretty prostate vibrator."

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, ownership kink, bondage, hickeys, biting, dirty talk, use of a prostate vibrator, exhibitionism, voyeurism, stripping, orgasm control, she ties him up and then goes to the room next door to let him suffer with a vibrator in his ass, consensually of course, aftercare

Wordcount: 5.5k

a/n: currently eating him tf up ngngng he is so!! have fun besties 🧡

“Too tight?”

“No, it’s perfect.”

“Good.”

You tie a pretty bow and run your hands up his arms. He has them behind his back, still covered by the sleeves of his black button up. The button up is open in the front because your hands needed to feel his skin. It adds to the vibes. Half-dressed and already ravished. He looks so handsome this way.

“Mhm, so fucking yummy”, you purr, dragging your parted lips up his neck, “you look so yummy tied up.”

Jungkook rolls his head to the side, closing his eyes sensually at the feeling. Your kiss is electric on his skin, leaving him wanting more. Tingles keep running down his spine, his heart is racing in his chest.

You reach the lobe of his ear, tracing it with the tip of your tongue. He giggles, writhing away because it tickles. You chuckle, pulling him close with your hand around his throat. You don’t apply pressure. He should know that he is yours even without any kind of force.

“Don’t flee”, you purr and snatch for his ear to nibble on it softly.

“Tickles”, he sighs and shivers. He whines, lifting his shoulder, “tickles, I can’t help it.”

“Mhm, poor boy”, you tease and peck the shell of his pierced ear. You give him a soft squeeze before sitting back. The distance hurts both of you. You want to feel his warmth, just as he wants to feel yours. But it is needed. Only distance makes it possible that you can get what you need. You hold it between your fingers as you crawl to the front. He is sitting on the bed, having his legs bent by the knees and pulled close to him. His eyes run over your body instantly. You are still in your dress. Burgundy red. It matches with your lipstick and the jewels on your ears. The dress is cut to really show off your chest in the most sensual and elegant of ways. His eyes linger on it and how your breasts move as you get closer to him.

“Like the view?” you tease him.

“Sorry”, he looks into your eyes, “I didn’t mean to stare.”

You chuckle, “you’re a horndog.”

“Hey.”

“I like it”, you swipe your thumb over his pouty lips, “don’t get the wrong idea.”

He follows the touch with a sigh of your name and his lids fluttering. He looks so perfect this way. It’s a shame that you have to cover those pretty lips of his’.

You lift the pink scarf into his vision. His eyes trace it hungrily. He licks his lips. The scarf sat around your shoulders once, keeping you warm in the chilly night. It made you look prettier than you already were. Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from pulling it down one your shoulders to leave kisses on your soft skin. It was in a dark corner of the theatre during intermission. He just couldn’t take the longing anymore and so he pulled you into the closest corner he could find to ravish you with gentle kisses and his big hand naturally sliding to the small of your back.

“Behave”, you told him as your eyes scanned the crowds of people scurrying around the luxurious building. Nobody seemed to notice or if they did, they acted like you were invisible.

“You shouldn’t have dressed this way then”, he whispered, “you make it hard to behave.”

You turned to him then, scanning your eyes over his body. He wore a black suit over a black button up. It was tailored to fit his figure perfectly and his long hair was styled out of his face. He looked to die for.

“I’m behaving too, aren’t I?”

His eyes lowered in begging then. He was such a natural at begging. You rarely find it in yourself to deny him. 

“We could get outta here. I bet the second act’s gonna be just as boring”, he argued.

“You’ll manage”, you said and broke away from him to return to your seats. Tonight you wanted to deny him. It was all part of the plan.

Now you are here. Back in your hotel room with the blinds closed and the lights dimmed. You couldn’t even take one step and Jungkook was already kissing you, moaning needily as his hungry hands felt up your every inch.

Of course you had to show him what his ravenous hunger would result in. Get his needy hands under control and his hungry lips back to behaving. So you restrained his arms with his tie with the promise of stealing his words with your scarf.

“Still down to get your words stolen?” you ask him and let the scarf dance over his face.

“Yeah”, he sighs, tilting his head back and parting his lips as the soft fabric paints paths on his face. He is shivering like crazy, feeling charged in need.

“That’s the answer I like”, you say, “face me.”

He obeys with obedient eyes.

“Stay.”

“Okay”, he whispers.

You close the distance and place the scarf over his mouth.

“Wait.” 

You pull it away again. 

His face morphs into that of begging. 

“One more kiss?” he asks, lifting his brows in a plea, “please?”

You smile fondly and take his chin between two of your fingers to pull him into a kiss. Jungkook moans, reaching for you only to get reminded that he was currently tied up. He wiggles then, sucking on your lower lip.

Enough. You break the kiss even if he whines for more.

“Please?” his breathy voice swirls over your lips, his eyes are lowered and gazing at your mouth.

“No. That should be enough”, you say and move away to place the scarf over his mouth.

Jungkook scowls, you snicker. He can frown all he wants, you won’t give in again.

You give the scarf a soft tug. He lets out a soft sound of approval, looking up at you with lust filled eyes. You have to get even closer to tie the knot behind his head. Jungkook’s devoted gaze doesn’t break. It only deepens. He is so mesmerised by you. His goddess. Beautiful and glowing like the sun. His heart is racing like crazy at the thought of placing his control into your soft palms. Truly, you’ve got him in a chokehold.

“Too tight?” you ask him as you fix the knot.

He shakes his head.

“Good.”

You finish it with a double knot, then dance your hands along his cheeks until you can cradle them and tilt his head up. He moans softly, following your movement willingly. His eyes race between yours, sparkling in devotion.

“You’re so handsome like this”, you say, tracing the hem of the scarf right under his eyes.

“Mhmh”, he lets out, pulling a fond chuckle to the surface.

You smile with your eyes, showing him your teeth. He thinks you have the prettiest teeth. He aches to have them mark his skin, just as he aches for your lipstick marks and the heaven of your fingertips.

You lean in, kissing his lips over the scarf. Jungkook tries to kiss you back, to feel you and taste the sweetness of your kiss. But to no avail. You have him tied up and denied of his paradise. You pull back with a soft hum and your thumb swiping over his covered lips.

“Cat’s got your tongue, mhm?”

Jungkook sags his shoulders, fluttering his lashes at you. He feels so droopy that it gets hard to sit up.

“Mhm, such a cutie”, you chuckle and place your hands on his chest. You give him a soft push.

Jungkook falls gladly, arching his back on impact as a muffled moan leaves him. His dark hair falls messily, looking like rivers of ebony on the pale sheets. He wiggles around for a bit to get his arms comfortable, then stays still with his devoted eyes glued to you.

You climb over his leg, kneeling on the mattress as your eyes run over his body. The impact made it so his shirt fell open. His lean, sculpted torso is on full display. His pierced nipples look delicious in the lights.

“Look at you”, you say.

Jungkook shifts, trying his hardest to look even more presentable to you.

“To think that you’re mine…” you trail off, lowering yourself so you could drag your lips over his neck.

Jungkook mewls, rolling his head to the side. You suck on his skin. It feels warm at first, intense next, before a sharp sting shoots through his skin. He moans, arching his back.

You release him with a bop of your lips, running your eyes over the purple bruise you left.

“I’m the luckiest woman. I really am”, you say and place a second bruise right above the first.

Jungkook sighs and moans, feeling dizzy. You think that you are lucky. It’s unbelievable to him, because Jungkook knows for a fact that he is the one who is lucky. Out of all the people on earth you picked him. Jungkook fucking existed for you the moment he laid eyes on you and he never thought it possible to be yours one day. And you like to argue that you are the lucky one. No, Jungkook knows that he is lucky. So, so lucky.

“Mhm mine”, you purr and kiss paths down to his pecs. You need him marked everywhere. Not just his neck but everywhere. You need him to know that he is owned each time he takes off his clothes. When he undresses in front of the bathroom mirror, you want his eyes to flit to the purple marks first and you want his skin to remember how it felt like to be claimed. He should run his fingers over the marks as the warm water trails down his body and you want him thinking that the sweetest thing to be is yours.

“Mine. All mine”, you whisper. You kissed your way to his left nipple after leaving bruises on his chest. His piercing feels warm under your lips. The faint taste of metal meets your tongue. You part your lips and bite. You take a good amount of flesh around his nipple between your teeth and tug on it.

Jungkook wails up in ecstasy, arching his back because nothing will ever prepare him for your teeth claiming him. His cock twitches and throbs in his pants, the desire to be utterly ruined grows. It hurts, but nothing hurts more than when you release his tender skin to move on to another spot.

He wants to beg, to plead, to ask for more but the scarf around his mouth muffles his words.

You purr against his skin as your lips look for a new spot to mark. He would be happy with any spot, but you are particular. Looking, exploring, feeling until you finally feel happy. Warmth first which ends in an intense sting and Jungkook’s cock throbbing in his pants. He writhes on the sheets, whimpering behind the scarf.

“You’re needy tonight”, you tease with a light chuckle on your lips and Jungkook can merely agree with another whimper and his legs opening on the sheets. He brushes against your leg that way, pulling your attention to it. You sit back on your heels.

You study the big bulge in his black slacks. His small waist, his big thighs and how quickly his stomach lifts and sinks in needy pants for air. He is so pretty. 

“Want me to take those off for you?” you ask, playing with the button of his slacks.

He nods his head vigorously, lifting his hips off the mattress.

“Mhm, I like it when you’re eager”, you say and pull the button open. Next the zipper. Jungkook can barely function at the thought of being undressed. He helps you with slipping out his left leg, spreading it from himself once he is undressed. You pull his slacks down until they pool a little over his knee, then run your hands along his legs.

“Look at you. You’re so hard”, you taunt, ghosting your palm under his bulge.

Jungkook tries to move his hips into your touch, but fails miserably. He is left aching for you while you lower your lips to his exposed thigh. He put it so perfectly for you to explore. And so it begins again. Your touches, your kisses, your exploration. Jungkook feels dizzier with each hickey you leave on his skin and loses his sanity with every new bite mark you leave.

Soon you have him begging for more. Soon you have him writhing for your touch and whimpering behind the scarf. More than he has already been doing. Oh he sounds so desperate, so completely agonised. You lift your lips from his marked thigh, studying his face.

“What do you want?” you ask even if you know the answer.

“Mgmhgfmg”, he tries to talk, but it only comes out as unintelligible noises.

“I can’t hear you. Speak up.”

“Mhmhm”, he tries with more urgency, lifting his hips repeatedly.

“Aaah you want me to take those off?” you fake your sudden enlightenment and click your tongue, “why didn’t you say so sooner? Silly boy”, you say and hook your fingers in his briefs. You rip them off of him. Jungkook mewls, watching you ruin his briefs as if they were nothing. He drops his head and moans, thinking to himself that he won’t ever be able to escape you. You make sure of it day by day and seal his fucking fate each time you unravel him.

“There we go. That’s better”, you say and throw his ruined briefs to the side. They land on the sheets and look so perfectly placed. As if you hadn’t ruined them seconds ago.

You run your eyes over his newly exposed cock. It lies hard and flushed against his stomach, aching to be touched. No wonder he needed to be freed. It looks so painful.

“Does it hurt, mhm?” you taunt, guiding your fingers over his cock without ever touching him.

Jungkook swears he can feel your touch, panting heavily as the ghost of your fingers drags its claws down his aching length.

“Mhm-hmh”, he gets out, nodding his head vigorously.

“Tzt, poor boy”, you say with pity in your voice and despite that, you lift your hand again, never giving him what he craves most.

Jungkook huffs out air in desperate whines, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. You can’t see his desperate gaze as you are busy looking at his pretty hole. Soft. Flushed just like his cock. Jungkook likes to wax himself. Well, he has someone else doing it, but point is that he is obsessed with being smooth for you. Not a single strand of hair adorns his body, his skin aches to be messied by you.

You connect the pads of your fingers with his hole and draw circles.

“Mhhhhm”, Jungkook lets out, throwing his head back and rolling his hips into your touch. This feels so good. He ached for the first touch like winter aches for snow and now that he finally has it, Jungkook might actually burst in pleasure. It feels so good. So, so good. He keeps rolling his hips instinctively as he chases your fingers.

You chuckle, “so needy”, you taunt and apply just a little pressure on his rim, “and soft.”

“Mhmhmhm.”

“Speak up.”

Jungkook clenches his hole needily, begging you with foggy eyes.

“You don’t want it?” you act oblivious, retreating your touch.

“Mhm!” he lets out loudly and looks for your touch with squirmy hips.

“No?”

He shakes his head, fucking the air desperately.

“So you do want me to touch you?”

He nods his head, humming a yes as best as possible. His voice sounds so perfect like this.

“You really have to work on your communication, I never know what you want”, you taunt and place your fingers back against his hole.

Jungkook purrs happily, closing his eyes halfway. His cock twitches on his tummy, lifting of a few inches repeatedly. It leaks pretty droplets of desperation, showing you his gratefulness this way.

“So pretty for me”, you say under your breath and retreat your touch.

Jungkook begs instantly, squirming needily. You are so cruel. He could cry. He begged like you asked him to, tried to be as clear with his communication as he can in his current state and yet you still took your touch away. Jungkook wonders what he did to deserve such punishment tonight, begging as loud as his covered mouth allows him to. He even messes up the sheets as he digs his heels into the mattress to wiggle his hips even harder.

“Look at you. How needy can someone be?” you are taunting him, making it hurt even more.

“Eeeh, eeh, ee-eh”, he tries to say please but it only comes out as squeaks.

“Relax, I’ll be back soon”, you assure him and wrap your arms around his leg so you could hold it still and kiss his knee, “promise. Be patient, it’ll be worth it.”

Jungkook calms down even if he wants to continue to beg. You sound truthful however and he wants to be good for you. He loves being good for you.

“That’s better. I’ll be back soon”, you promise and turn to climb off the bed.

It doesn’t pass a lot of time, but it feels like eternity to Jungkook. He wants to think clear thoughts, get himself back in order, but he can’t. His mind is racing with one thought and one thought only. I need her back, please. Please, please, please. He needs you back for his own sanity.

The mattress dents next to his legs, then his pants suddenly get pulled down his leg. Jungkook lets it happen with a dizzy head, moaning needily when he feels your bite on his unmarked thigh seconds later. You bite hard and you bite deep. Jungkook fucks the air because of it, mewling your name even if the scarf muffles it.

“You’re cute”, you tease him and straighten back up. You are so nonchalant about the entire situation while Jungkook feels ruined. It ruins him even more that you are. 

Jungkook wiggles on the sheets, looking at you as best as possible. You are still in your dress, presenting a black prostate toy in your hands. The nail polish matches with your dress, looking especially red against the dark shaft of the vibrator.

Jungkook mewls, clenching his hole.

“You know what I wanna do with that?”

He nods his head vigorously, opening his legs further.

“Do you want it?”

He swears he might pull a muscle in his neck if he has to nod his head any harder. Yes yes yes! Yes! Of course he wants it! Of course, of course, of course!

You give him a smile. There is some lipstick on your teeth because of all your biting. Jungkook thinks you are even prettier this way, moaning just for you as his body completely melts for you.

“Of course you do. You’re my needy man after all”, you say and caress his inner thigh.

Jungkook agrees with a mewl of your name. He is. He is your needy man and he is so proud to be.

You retreat your touch for a moment so you could lube up the toy. He is obsessed with the view. Your fingers look so sexy when they are wet from lube. He wants them around his throat or thighs or cock or waist. Anywhere really. Just fucking anywhere so he can feel owned by you. Even more owned than he already does.

You touch his rim. Jungkook closes his eyes and moans. So wet and gentle. He is owned. Finally he can feel it. He is your possession. 

“I can’t finger you open tonight because of my acrylics. Is that too intense for you?” you make sure.

He shakes his head. He is so needy that he knows his unprepared hole will take the toy easily. He sometimes gets like this. When you’ve got him deep enough in subspace, he basically aches to have his hole filled. No preparation needed because everything else has already prepared him enough.

“Of course it isn’t. Why did I even ask?” you tease and chuckle. You connect the head of the toy with his hole.

Jungkook holds his breath. His heart might give up if he gets any more excited.

“Ready?”

He nods his head.

“Here it comes.”

The stretch is instant. His hole opens up so easily. Jungkook moans loudly, scrunching his face in ecstasy. Finally. He needed it so bad. He breathes quickly, finding it hard to form coherent thoughts.

“Would you look at that? Slipped right in. You needed it so bad, didn’t you?”

Jungkook nods his head, writhing sensually as his once empty hole gets filled to the brim. The toy is around two fingers thick and with a smooth surface. A faint curve presses the tip against his prostate, making sure that he gets stimulated where it feels the best. He is so obsessed with it. Which is why you and he took it with you on your city trip. He needed to know that if the chance shall arise, he can have his favourite toy. He is so happy about your planning now that it is finally put to use. It will never lose its spark. Jungkook feels paradisiacal with it inside.

The toy bottoms out. You trace his puffy rim, switching your eyes between his stuffed hole, his hard cock and his blissed-out face. He is breathing quickly, moving constantly because it is the only way for his body to handle what you give him.

“How’s that? Comfy?”

“Mh-hm”, he gets out and trembles just once. He buries his head deeper in the sheets, opening his legs further. It’s perfect. That’s what it is. Jungkook feels so good.

“That’s good”, you say, taking the remote control between your fingers.

Switch.

Jungkook grunts in surprise, following it up with an arch of his back and a high-pitched whimper. You keep the vibrations on the lowest level. The toy purrs quietly inside him, giving him slow waves of stimulation.

“Does this do something for you?”

He nods his head quickly, making the prettiest sounds. You love everything about Jungkook as your sub, but what you love most is how vocal and loud he always is. He is such a good, noisy toy. He really is.

“Of course it does”, you say and turn your back to him so you could get off the bed.

Jungkook lifts his head, following you with widened, confused eyes.

“Mhm?” 

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m keeping it on”, you say and disappear in the bathroom. You keep the door open.

Jungkook mewls and keens fruitlessly, moving around the sheets until he has view of the bathroom. It is a very interesting bathroom as the wall separating it from the bedroom is made out of glass. Only the toilet area is separated by a wall, everything else is on perfect display to Jungkook.

You are looking back at him from behind the glass wall, currently taking off your jewellery while beside you on the counter, the remote control is laying.

Jungkook spills tears and lets out a soft sob. You are so cruel and perfect. You abandoned him, tied up and gagged. You left him with the vibrator on the faintest setting as if he wasn’t important. He feels like a toy that you grew bored of and it’s making him so dizzy that he actually starts to see you blurry.

Truth is, this is all part of your plan. Of course you haven’t grown bored of him. You are in a rush of ecstasy. Watching him writhe and gaze at you through the glass gets you off like nothing else. He looks so desperate and needy. The desire to turn up the vibrations of his toy is unbearable, but you know not to yet. You need to drag this out, get him so desperate that the only thing stopping him from screaming is the scarf over his mouth.

You keep a sharp eye on him through the reflection of the big mirror while Jungkook keeps looking at you with blurry vision. He watches as you finish taking off your jewellery and how you begin taking off your makeup. First your lips. Messy and red. Then your eyes. Dark and dishevelled. You part your lips and lean closer to the mirror to get everything. It results in your back to arch and for your ass to reshape the form of your dress.

Jungkook clenches around the toy, spilling on his stomach. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He thinks. Fuck he needs you to heighten the vibrations or else he might scream. He is so needy and what the toy is giving him is not enough. He needs more and he needs you and more and you and. And. He needs you back with him and to stop teasing. Please.

You move away from the mirror and discard the dirty make up wipe. You look at him again, ghosting your hand over the remote. Jungkook feels his stomach tighten and his lungs work quicker at the aspect of getting more. Ne needs it. More. More. More.

You pull your hand away.

Jungkook sobs softly, spilling tears. Please. More. Please more. It’s all he needs. Please? Maybe?

He begins clenching and relaxing his hole in hopes of moving the toy this way. It works just enough that the ache gets soothed to the point of electric warmth. It doesn’t hurt quite that much anymore. Jungkook squirms on the sheets, lowering his lids as it gets hard to stare. He doesn’t want to look away however because you are currently taking off your dress. You move your body sensually for it, opening the zipper slowly. Once open, you let the dress glide down your arms. It pools by your feet. Jungkook curses into his scarf gag, fucking the air desperately. Your lingerie hugs your curves just right, bringing out the addicting femininity of you. You’re his fucking goddess. You really are.

“Ahm!” he lets out as the toy inside him suddenly purrs louder. He whimpers, shaking on the sheets. You pressed the button, increased the vibrations and Jungkook has to pay the consequences. His legs begin trembling against his will, each second feels like heaven and hell at the same time. It is so, so close to being enough. Jungkook fucks the air repeatedly, grabbing a bundle of the sheets as best as his tied up arms allow him to.

He is so far gone that he can’t even see as you take off your lingerie and step into the shower. You don’t mind. It’s already enough to watch him writhe and shake. He is so lovely to look at. He is such a delight when he trembles. This strong, confident man on the sheets, shaking and squirming just for you. His needy sounds meet your eyes quietly. Distance makes it so. You don’t mind. It just means that you have to press the button one more time before you step into the shower and get your hands wet.

You press the button two times. Because you know the toy well and know exactly how many times you need to press the button the switch to Jungkook’s favourite setting. A strong, wave like pattern with one second of intense vibration at the end before it ebbs down again. It repeats over and over again. Jungkook arches off the sheets, drops again, arches again, drops, shakes. It is as if he was trapped in an endless fight with pleasure, writhing for mercy only you can give him. His noises meet your ears in clearer volume. He is moaning in his sweetest voice, following it up with needy mewls and ruined sobs. Lovely. This is so wonderful.

You place the remote on the corner of the counter and step into the shower. You keep your eyes on him as you wash yourself, running your hands over your own body in sensual touches. He turns you on so fucking good.

Jungkook has no idea what you have been up to ever since you took off your dress and those deep vibrations started. He has his eyes closed. Squeezed shut because it’s impossible to keep them open. It feels so good. So good that it borders too much. He can’t stop shaking, his neck is slowly starting to hurt because he keeps tensing in panicky attempts to stop those shakes. His stomach is so tense. He can feel every single muscle in it. He swears that he can even feel the muscles which are responsible for making his cock twitch. It feels so good. So good that it borders too much.

Jungkook moans because this is everything he can do and messes up the sheets as his legs kick against his will. The toy presses against his prostate. He always thinks that he isn’t a needy man, that he isn’t sensitive and doesn’t easily get ruined by sex. And you always, fucking always, prove him wrong. He is sensitive and this is easily ruining him. He is pulsating and convulsing around the toy, tensing his muscles even though it makes him so much tighter. Everything he is doing happens against his will. His body is slave to the pleasure and his mind is her hostage.

You turn off the water and get out of the shower, reaching for the towel. He is such a delight to watch. He is shaking so much at this point that you fear for his body. Poor man, he looks so vulnerable and fragile right now. It would be a shame if your finger slipped and oops.

Jungkook’s loud scream meets your ears. It is distorted and muffled by your scarf. You watch in addictive delight how he arches his back to its breaking point. His tied arms hold him up by his elbows, his shaking hands grip the sheets to the point his fingertips are pale. He shakes, shakes, shakes.

You watch with a dark smirk on your lips as your hands dry your own body. Look at him shake and shake and shake.

Suddenly he stills and drops into the sheets. His legs begin twitching uncontrollably, his noises become quiet again. He is squeaking and sobbing. In his shakes he rolled his head to the other side, so you can’t see his expression right now.

You abandon the towel by the sink and leave the bathroom with the remote in your hand.

“Forgive me for disappearing like that, but I-”, your words get cut short at the view of him.

His stomach is covered in his white cum, your pink scarf is soaked in his tears and drool. He is still shaking, crying desperate tears with squeezed shut eyes.

“Kook”, you gasp, “holy fuck, look at you. Look at the mess you made.”

Jungkook whimpers in the distinct way he does when he wants to communicate something. He looks at you with barely open eyes, moving his head in a way that lets you know he wants the scarf gone.

You climb onto the bed and tug it under his chin.

“Please”, he begs with trembling lips. His lower face is messy from his drool, “please turn it off. Please.”

“Fuck, you’re ruined”, you say and press the button which turns off the toy.

Jungkook drops in the sheets, grinding his teeth in relief. His body becomes useless instantly, no inch of muscle seems to work.

“Thank you”, he croaks and rolls his eyes back before closing them. He gulps and swallows heavily, fighting for air.

“God, look at you”, you say, running your hand over his cheek in soothing caresses, “you look ruined.”

He nods his head slowly.

“You are, aren’t you?”

“Yeah”, he whispers.

“You know that this was supposed to be foreplay, don’t you?”

He peels his eyes open halfway. They both show his utter exhaustion and his eagerness to please. You snicker, booping his flushed nose.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s not my fault that you cum too soon.”

“It wasn’t too soon. You stuffed me with a vibrator and then let me suffer with the best setting for too long”, he throws back even if his tongue is dragging the words.

You laugh and move closer until you can kiss his cheek. He sighs happily, leaning into the touch as best as possible. You pull back, gazing into his eyes.

“Still sounds like a You problem”, you tease, snickering mischievously when Jungkook furrows his brows. You trace the creases between his brows, feeling your heart flutter, “how about I untie your arms and then you can relax by having me sit on your face?”

“You’re my fucking goddess, holy fuck”, Jungkook gets out.

You laugh, “so that’s a yes?”

“Yes, holy fuck.”

“You’re cute. I’m not taking the toy out, by the way. Make with this information what you want.”

“Holy fuck, I’m actually gonna die in this hotel room, aren’t I?”

You peck his lips, pulling back with a playful grin. “Maybe.”

[vaggietheangel]

More huskerdust headcannons

Angel knows Husk prefers more intimate quiet dates, so he cooks him dinner instead of taking him out.

Husk prefers to call Angel handsome or beautiful instead of sexy. Angel really enjoys the change.

Being a sex worker and a bar tender they have both heard their fair share of awful pick up lines. They use them on eachother as an inside joke.

Angel finds Husks suspenders really hot for some reason.

As a part of his magician act, Husk did ventriloquism. He has a funny named Harold and Angel absolutely hates it. Husk thinks it's hilarious how weired out he is by Harold, so he messes with him. Asking to join Angel in the shower just to slip the dummy in. Pulling him out of no where when making out and leaving him on the bed with a bouquet of flowers in his stupid little doll arms.

Angel loves seeing Husk get dressed up in suits and helps him get ready whenever he does want to make an effort. Every time he fixes his bow tie he gives him a kiss on the nose.

Angel is a sleep walker and Husk has had to coax him back to be several times. He's even left the hotel on occasion and Husk had to go after him.

Angel thinks Husk's hair is pretty and will play with it any time Husk let's him.

Angel was the first person to give Husk flowers. When he found that out he made sure to buy them more often.

Husk is actually pretty affectionate in public. He just doesn't give a shit what people think about him.

Angel's feet got sore in his heels one evening, so he swapped shoes with Husk. Husk fell over two steps in and to this day has no idea how Angel manages in them all the time.

Husk let Angel do him up in drag once. Alastor sent him on a job right after, and Husk had to beat someone up while in drag.

Husk is scared of mice so he jumped into Angel's arms and screamed when one got away from Niffty.

Husk does not refer to watching Fat nuggets as babysitting because "its my son as well".

There are many different "Angel Dust" themed drinks. The one Husk makes is Angel's favourite.

[postersofleon]

Honey Has Value

In Leon's first mission, everyone warned him about the merchants that come every once in a while during dangerous situations. Nobody knows them. But everyone trusts them enough. Even Krauser, who was very sensitive in whom to trust with his weaponry. The merchants are the most chaotic neutral people who would sell to any person who had enough gold or anything in value. During one of his missions, Leon finally saw one of the merchants.

content: smut

notes: pre resident evil four; afab fem!reader; he forgot to socialize thanks to working in the military; reader is pretty femme by wearing a black dress; sexual frustrations coming from leon; small mentions of rotting flesh, leon is an awkward flirt; guys, even though i write smut, i hate booktok, does that make sense or i'm giltching in the system. smallish smut, little story.

taglist: @argreion

Leon could believe in Umbrella's cruel experiments. He had seen these monsters who are kindly called bioweapons, and even though Leon isn't forced to fight against them. He sometimes saw the creatures they turned into, and that was enough for a young rookie cop to see. He then had to mistrust his own government for wanting to harm a young child. Leon panicked and immediately a blackmail was tied around his throat.

A perfect noose around him. A traumatized man can't go back to his old life. Leon had to help a girl he barely saw in the tragedy of Raccoon City.

All because of his stupid want to help people. He was sinking in this damn hole depression, and he wasn't even allowed to go to therapy. When he was excited to talk to Claire, she wasn't there because she was still searching her missing brother.

Leon was alone. Leon didn't even have time with Sherry.

He believed in all of these faults of the world. It was a nasty cruel world that could barely be saved. Leon didn't even save Sherry. That was thanks to Claire. In that night, he didn't save anyone, and he trusted a bad person who fell to her death. Every inch of Leon's body knew guilt, the disappointment of the world, and bioweapons.

But why couldn't Leon didn't believe in this random ass Merchant? Merchants sounded like scumbags and fake to the bone yet everyone in his section of soldiers swore up and down that they are real and good enough.

They only appear in missions. The government doesn't pay for them to help. And none of them are the same person over and over. One had a handsome man with a bow tie; another had an elder woman, and lastly, Krauser even said he had dealt with a pair of twins. That's what made Leon struggle to believe this was real.

None of these people were truly scared to show their faces, but they all had the same name of merchant.

They had no true agenda. No sense of good or bad.

Leon hoped to never see them in his own missions. He didn't care if they had helped them before, Leon wasn't interested in them no matter how much.

His mission was down south. He had to learn Spanish in case the issues came to his language, but he knew the main part of the mission. A couple of normal soldiers came here, and we were murdered by a couple infected by the T. Leon was the next best option.

And Leon came ready. If a merchant was going to be there, he'll ignore them, no matter who it is.

Once he entered the place, it was a lonely village that was nearby an Umbrella lab, so he had already concluded who was going to be here. His heart beaten fast when he saw a person infected by the T. A poor woman whose skin was rotted away. Leon killed her without a second doubt. Even if Leon had the cure in his hand, he wouldn't want to use it on her, especially with the heat of the brutal summer.

Not only was her skin rotted. There was hole in skull that he didn't even make.

"How unfortunate," Leon immediately turned to whom it belonged to, "Seeing death is always unforgivable." A woman with a black dress was behind a desk of items. Due to the circumstances, she was hauntingly beautiful with the death surrounding her. It took a moment for Leon to realize it. She is a merchant.

"Hi, stranger." She smiled politely at Leon.

"Hi." Leon said firmly.

She played with string of pearls around her neck, "I'll be helping you with.... your situations." She seemed so nonchalant, her voice was relaxed as if the danger could never harm her.

"Situations..." Leon looked around her store of items. She had almost everything in this little place, a small box with a strange symbol planted on the center. "I'm sure you are betting for to get into those situations." Leon muttered. But she shook her head. It was almost automatic.

"Goodness, no!" She exclaimed loudly. "My services are here to help you. To assist you." She placed her gloved hand between him and her. "May I? Free of charge."

There was a silence between them. Begrudgingly, Leon handed his gun to her, "Careful with it." He muttered.

She grabbed the gun, "SG-09 R. Quite impressive." She clocked it and checked the modifications in the gun. "Fast, strong, and made by Kendo." She pointed the gun towards a section and shot a glass bottle. "But I can make better. Especially with the control of the government." She broke up the gun and grabbed a small bottle of oil to ease up the details of gun. "Do I permission to change the glock?"

Leon nodded his head.

The merchant got into work, she brought out the small tools to work on the gun, and changed very small details of the gun. After a couple of short minutes, she twirled the gun back into place. "Here you go, stranger." The merchant handed the gun back to its owner.

Leon lifted the gun and noticed the differences. She didn't change the drastic differences of the poor gun, but it made it functional for the monsters. He pulled on the trigger and shot the a piece of wood. The gun shot faster.

She grabbed a rag and cleaned her gloved hands. "It's easy as they come." She smiled. Her fingers returned back to her pearls, dragging the details bit by bit. "I love helping the new."

Leon wished he was normal. His dumb mind entered cave man for like three seconds. Maybe it was the small praise he got from her or how the merchant spoke to him without belittling him. He felt his cock twitch, "Yeah, thanks." He awkwardly put his gun back to its holster.

He promised himself the less impossible thing ever. Leon was spending a lot of time with the merchant, he saw her how her knife formed small knick knacks from wood. "Look." The merchang leaned to show him. It was small wooden figure of him. Leon took in a sharp exhale.

"Nice." He whispered softly.

"I give them to the other merchants so they can sell them." The merchant smiled. Her painting was very gentle, every brush was made with love. "Why sell them?" Leon asked. "It's like discount. If you have this." She lifted a small shield-like charm, "You'll have an upgrade with any merchant."

"Oh, that's great." Leon eyed her face, "So, if another merchant sees it, they'll automatic give you that help."

The merchant smiled, "Exactly." She continued the paint and Leon was just looking at her, "So, what perks will I get if I buy my small keychain?" He whispered softly. The merchant sighed softly, "Mm, well, how about 30% off when I fixed that knife of yours."

Leon nodded his head as he continued to look.

As time passed and such, Leon did his job and then immediately went to her section to 'buy' stuff. All that time of bothering the merchant, he finally got what he wanted as she pumped his cock.

She was on her knees as she pumped his cock into her mouth, Leon's hips moved up, "Fuck." The merchant rubbed the red tip and sucked it gently. He needed this after so long. Leon's hands covered his face, his cheeks were red and he was ultra sensitive over everything. The merchant rubbed Leon's tip around her lips and left his pre cum around them.

He chewed on his lips trying to keep quiet in case an infected could find them. The merchant's hand pumped his length, "I do the first time free." She teased him. Her hand slide down his cock and massaged his balls. He didn't know if she spoke the truth, but he was willing to pay for this again. The merchant's tongue dragged against his shaft and kissed the tip. "Just fuck me. Please."

The merchant shook her head, "You'll need your energy for the fights." She looked at his cock and placed his needy self inside of her mouth. She gagged weakly, his hips weakly moved against the merchant's mouth. He needed to cum and go back to work. His hands traveled around his pecs and squeezed them, he noticed the merchant noticing those details. Leon blushed but didn't stop himself as he played with nipples.

Flicking them a bit trying to help the simulation. She bobbed her head faster and he groaned. "Fuck, fuck-" His cum erupted into the merchant's mouth and it slowly fell out, she licked the mess without an issue. Leon groaned loudly feel his body relax bit by bit. His eyes completely soften and gently caressed her face, "Mm, thank you."

When Leon was back on his feet, he felt her hands smoothing out the wrinkles of his shirt. He felt too easy, but he liked her touch.

As the sun set above him, the merchant waved politely a goodbye to Leon; He simply nodded his head, his legs were a bit weak, but he had to go back to his job.

The next time he was with the Merchant, he was between her dress. He licked her pussy, his hands opened her thighs to shove himself deeper. Her cunt was keeping him sane after the brutal fights, her hands grabbed his hair and pulled his straight blond hair. Leon growled weakly, "Please, I just need your cum." No extra steps, he wanted it. His tongue moved around her clit and once he heard the merchant's moan he focused on it more.

His fingers shoved inside of her pussy and pumped them in and out. His tongue licked the wetness that poured into his hand. His finger curled up and fucked her up. The merchant's legs squirmed around Leon. He licked up the pretty hole and removed his fingers again, her thighs clenched around his face as he fucked her with his tongue. Flicking it over and over, he pulled it out and sucked her clit. She groaned loudly, her legs opened a bit, and Leon kissed her thighs over and over. The merchant released, Leon's fingers rubbed gently her cunt and licked the mess.

He was thankful for the merchant's services.

[abibliophobiaa]

Beyond — s.h. x f!reader

Chapter Eleven: The End of All the Endings

summary: all things come to the light eventually (5k words).

warnings: 18+. oral, m receiving; p in v sex; alcohol consumption; unwarranted aggressive touch from another person.

modern day! rich! fake husband! steve harrington

masterlist

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  It’s easy to feel like a beautiful, powerful being when you quite literally stand in front of the mirrored elevator donning a shimmering midnight colored dress that shifts with every step, red bottom heels beneath clicking with your pacing movements. Around your neck, you wear a diamond necklace, the same very one Steve slipped around your neck that morning and whispered would be the only thing you wore when he fucked you later. 

Heat dances to life in your belly at the memory, disrupted by the ding of the elevator, revealing the handsome appearance of your husband in a too expensive suit and bow tie standing there at the entrance. He’s been at the office all day, wanting to make sure the final pieces of the New Years Eve party were set into place. Had told him to let the party planners handle it, but seeing as it was also a charity event, he wanted everything to be perfect. 

He greets you with a kiss, bent elbow there for you to slide your hand into, shoulder bumping against his. There’s a giddy spring in your step, a delighted burning behind your ribcage that has you asking him where his office is, having never been there to visit him. 

“My office?” he asks, not quite understanding, but leading you down a separate hall all the same. 

The building is all sprawling gray walls, glass cubicles, black desks. A conference room that looks more like an auditorium than anything else, a fully stocked cafeteria and countless other rooms he doesn’t get to name as you’re suddenly swept toward a door that has his name plate affixed to it.

“Mr. Steve Harrington,” you murmur to yourself with a grin, smirking up at your husband as he leans down to push the handle and allow you in. 

Inside, you’re met with a large mahogany desk set against a wall with a sprawling bookshelf that spans one wall to the other. Against the opposite wall he has other shelves, boasting plants and photos that you’ve seen before because some of which are the same you have back at home. 

Your wedding photos, with the two of you looking so happy for two people who barely knew one another at the time. Your fingers brush along the frames, over the sight of him with his hand around your waist, your veil draped over both your heads, foreheads pressed together. The next is another photo from the ceremony. Him, sliding up a ring onto your finger, saying those final, fateful words. 

“You looked so beautiful that day,” he muses, coming up behind you, arms curling around your waist and pulling your back against his chest. He kisses your shoulder, your neck. “You look stunning today, too, Mrs. Harrington.” 

Turning around, you give him a swift kiss and curl your palm around his, dragging him over to his desk. You plop him down in his office chair and notice the photo settled on his desk, set in a dark frame. It’s a newer photo from the holidays. Of you, Charlie and Steve. Your little family finally together, with wide smiles and full hearts. 

“I love this one,” you whisper, settling down on his knee. 

“I love you,” he breathes out, smiling into your searing kiss. 

It’s meant to be innocent. A soft brush of your mouth against his. But being here, in this office with this man, has heat ratcheting in your belly. Desire thrumming, you shift on his lap, hip against his stomach, fingers inching up along the column of his throat, mouth brushing over the hollow of his ear until he shudders beneath you. 

“I want to try something,” you say, sliding down off of his lap, knees resting against the carpet below. “Been dreaming of it.” 

“What are y —”

“Shhh.” 

He leans back into his chair with hooded eyes and a shaky exhale, watching your fingers glide up along his thighs, pausing at the button of his pants, palm smoothed along the hardened ridge of his cock outlined beneath, straining desperately against the fabric. 

“Oh fuck,” he breathes out as you undo the button and shuck his pants down, freeing him from the confines, thumb gliding over the tip already glistening with pre-cum. “Honey honey honey.” 

Delight curls low in your cunt as his head tips back as you take him into your mouth, too eager to waste any time teasing him further. His curses spur you on, taking him halfway into your mouth, trying to relax your muscles and take him deeper, palm curling around the rest of him and setting a pace that has his fingers clutching against the leather armrests. 

The rasps of your name on his lips and the breathless sighs of him start to fill the room as you start to bob your head, wetness pooling between your thighs that rub together as his hips shift against leather, aroused knowing you’re the one pulling these beautiful sounds from him — you’re the one reducing him to incoherent babble, praises of your mouth, utterances of his love.  

“Oh fuck —” He glances down, your eyes on his face as you smile around his cock, his thumb pressing to the corner of your lips. “Look so pretty like this. Touch yourself, baby. Play with your clit. Wanna watch you.” 

You’re humming around him as you touch yourself. Fingers dip into the well of slick between your thighs, dragging up to your clit, rubbing along it in a way that has Steve’s hand falling to the back of your head, not hindering your pace on his cock, only tethering himself to reality. Craving that nearness as the veins in his neck strain against skin, hips fighting to not thrust up into your throat. 

“Waitwaitwait —” His voice comes out in a rush, your head popping off of him with a loud pop, fingers still rubbing against your clit, needing friction. “I want to be inside you when I come. Get on the desk.”

“What?” 

“On.” He kisses your brow. “The.” A kiss presses against the corner of your mouth. “Desk.” The last is against the shell of your ear, nipples pebbling beneath the slinky material of your dress at the unbridled desire imbuing his tone. “You’re not the only one who’s been dreaming. Know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you right here on my desk?”

He noses along your jaw, down the curve of your shoulder. Slides the shoulder of your gown down just a bit to lay a little nip into the skin there, settling into the cradle of your hips. Ringed fingers move down to push your dress up higher on your hips, fingers pushing your underwear to the side and trailing through your already slick center. 

Your lungs practically fail you as Steve grips himself in hand and tugs you closer to the edge of the desk, sliding into the hilt in a long thrust. Nothing ever prepares you for that initial stretch — the feeling of being so full of him you might explode, heart hammering away like a tattoo against his ribcage. 

“So pretty,” he rasps, setting a brutal pace, fingers clutched tight around the fleshiest parts of your hips, “God you feel so good. Always so good for me.”

It’s a dirty, frantic thing. A push and pull of hips. A furious rush to a finish line you can’t see, and yet flashes behind your eyes. Beneath you, the desk rattles. Shakes with each hard thrust of Steve’s hips against yours. Papers flutter in the air. Pens come crashing to the floor beneath. Your fingers clutch tight in his shirt, his body bowing over yours and knocking you backward so he can cradle your head with his elbows. Your thighs curl around his hips, hoarse cries and whimpers spilling freely, uncaring of those who might hear, as he picks up his pace. 

It’s perfectly obscene. The wet sounds of him sliding in and out of you. His ragged pants. Your peals of his name. The echo of his desk screeching against the floor. His fingers grip your thigh tight, opening you further, rolling into you with abandon. And you’re screaming — crying his name into the open room as the rubber band snaps and heat lights your body awash in flame. It dances behind your eyes, rattles your bones as you tremble around him, your fingers sliding behind his head to tangle with his hair, dragging him down for a sloppy kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, his hips falling out of motion as you swallow his own moans as he comes. 

You lay like that for a while. His chest rising and falling against yours, your forehead in the crook of his neck, his hands on your waist and hips. Your dress still sits high on your thighs, he’s still resting on you and within you, your thighs tremble, but all you feel is the glow of love for him. The steady beat of it that lingers behind your ribcage at all times now. 

You murmur it on a breath, his head lifting a bit to take in your features. And then once more. A whisper of, “I love you, Steve.”

He knows this. He’s heard it countless times since you’ve both said it for the first time. But that smile — that amazing smile that slides over his features will make it worth it every time. Like he’s hearing it all over again. Like he still can’t believe it, like he’s still basking in the revelation that as much as you are his, he is yours. Your person, his person, his family.  

“I love you,” he breathes back, brushing his lips over yours and murmuring quickly for you to lay still so he can run into his adjoining office bathroom to clean you up. 

He tends to you in silence. In little brushes along the insides of your thighs, along your hips where he tuts at the marks already forming on your skin, ones you welcome happily and will wear for days with the memory of being loved so well by Steve Harrington. 

Your own fingers rise up to help Steve tuck his shirt back pristinely into his pants. And his gentle palms slide your dress into place, moving down to run along your calves and give them a quick squeeze, before holding a palm out for you to take. You rise to your feet on shaky limbs, leaning into his body for a moment as the wobbly feeling in your thighs subsides. 

“Ready to go?” he asks, offering you the crook of his elbow. You slide your arm through his, looping him in close, just as he should be — as he always should be. “If I get pulled away by clients, please make sure you find me by midnight.”

“Wanna kiss me or something, Harrington?” you tease, but your heart still bubbles with joy at the prospect of ringing in the new year with your favorite person and love of your life, all wrapped in one. 

“One of many New Year’s kisses to come,” he says with a laugh, brushing his mouth against your forehead as he closes the office door behind the both of you. He leads you back down the hall you came, the click of your heels and slap of his Prada hitting the pristine floors, echoing. “I am a man of tradition.” 

“Can we make what we did back there a tradition too? I suddenly am a big fan of family traditions.” 

You’re only joking. Trying to get a rise out of the man — make his cheeks glow red like they always do when you crack an inappropriate joke his way. Something salacious that always seems to ruffle his feathers. Your businessman husband, always so serious. Except now. Now there’s a wicked gleam in his eye at your words, and you know it’s a promise. 

  ——

  In actuality, you lose Steve in the ebb and flow of the crowd early on. As you initially entered the party, your breath hitched at the sight of the place. The rooftop of your husband’s business has been turned into the winter wonderland of everyone’s dreams, only heaters are appropriately placed so it doesn’t quite feel like one in the dead of winter in the city. 

Everything is awash in a lovely blue hue. White furniture has been placed pristinely around tables with golden accented centerpieces, with frostbitten edges. All around you, women and men are dressed to the nines. Gorgeous gowns and designer heels, jewelry with insurance policies attached to them, men in perfectly tailored suits, cufflinks encrusted in gemstones boasting their last names, proof of their elitism above all others. 

Up here, you once again feel out of place. Like so long ago now, on that night Steve had pulled you away for a game of pool. You’d felt it then. This feeling that you were merely Cinderella. Not invited to the party, garbed in a too-fancy ball gown that wasn’t your own, ready to lose one of your Louis Vuittons at the door. 

“And that’s when I said, sweetheart, I would love a third vacation home,” the woman in front of you prattles on, telling you a story that you’ve barely followed for the better part of a half hour, head glancing over her shoulder to where Steve stands near the bar with some expensively dressed clientele of his. “So we are now looking for a place in the Hamptons. We would love it if you and your husband would come by sometime.” 

“That sounds lovely, Linda,” you tell her, offering her a pitying smile. 

From what Steve has told you, her husband is on thin ice with the company as of late. Always showing up late, handing in deliverables late — simply late. But you don’t tell her maybe her husband shouldn’t invest in that new property, as it’s not really your place. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Cami rushing over to the bathroom, and your heart thunders wildly in your chest at the opportunity to escape the increasingly uncomfortable room tightening around you. 

“Oh — I’m so sorry. It was wonderful chatting with you. I need to go help my friend with something. Please excuse me.” It comes out in a breathy rush, Cami’s long head of red curls slipping further and further from view. 

“That is no worry at all, Mrs. Harrington. I’m sure we will see each other very soon at another one of these functions.” 

You want to tell her no, no you won’t but you refrain, hiking up the bottom of your gown in one hand and rushing off behind Cami in the next instant. She’s there, in front of the mirror, when you find her. A beautiful green dress that clings to her every curve. Lovely and dominant — just as she has been every time you’ve seen her. Only this time you notice the rims of her green eyes are tinged red. Like she’s been crying. 

She wipes a tissue along the bottom of her nose and sniffles, just as her head lifts and she catches your reflection in the mirror. A pitiful, watery laugh spills from her as she waves you closer, body turning toward yours once you’re beside her, her arms looping loosely around your shoulders. And then she’s crying. Not softly — full on sobs that wrack her form and have your palms sliding up to press against her back, rubbing up and down like you do for Steve before he sleeps some nights. 

“He’s cheating again,” she whimpers. And your heart breaks over the word again. You recall those memories of your initial meeting with her. How she seemed so sad when she admired your photos, claiming you’d gotten the ‘good Harrington.’ “He thinks I’m an idiot, but it’s not hard to put two and two together when he upgraded my engagement ring. Last time, he bought me diamond earrings.”

“Cami…” 

“I thought he was done,” she cries, palm wiping at her face from over your shoulder. “But he’d been working late and missing the kid’s events and I — I should have figured it out. I went through his phone.” Within your gut, your stomach drops. 

“It’s been going on for months,” she continues, sniffling loudly. “He’s been fucking her for months. His last business trip…there was no business trip. He’d gone away to Miami with her. I found the hotel booking. Two people, single bed. Fuck — how can I be so stupid?”

“You’re not stupid, Cami. He’s an asshole,” you tell her, pulling back a bit to cup her face within your palms. “Him. He’s the asshole. You have a beautiful family together and he’s taken advantage of that. What are you going to do?” 

You want to tell her to leave him. To hang his ass out to try for all he’s worth. To make him regret every choice he’s made toward his wife who quite literally radiates sunshine. And yet — you know you can’t. Can’t tether that line of friendship. Ultimately, it’s her choice. You can try and make her see the light, to make her understand what you’ve seen from the moment you met the man, but you also understand there are years of history between them. Two children between them. 

“After the holiday, he booked us a trip. He wants to work on our marriage. Apparently he got another raise and wants to spoil me.” She brushes beneath her eyes, trying to fix the mascara lines along her lower lashes. “He’d probably booked it right after I found out. So tonight we’ll put on appearances, I’ll be the perfect wife like he expects, we’ll go on our vacation…and then I plan on staying with my family for a while. I’ll take the kids with me.”

“Good,” you whisper, reaching around her to grab a tissue. Pressing it beneath her eyes to collect her tears, you add, “Steve and I are here for whatever you need. In any capacity. Even if you just want to text me.”

“Thank you.” She swipes at her face, turning to the mirror to pinch at her cheeks and bring some color back to her pale, freckled skin. “We should get back out there…before people notice we’ve been gone long.”

“Hey, Cami?” She pauses at the door as you call out her name, offering the barest of smiles. “It’s gonna be okay, you know?”

She presses her lips together. A tense line, cheeks and eyes still flushed from her crying. “Thank you. Really.”

“We’re family, right?” you offer her a little weakly.

“Right.” 

She nods, holding out a hand that you take to offer her strength and comfort as you slip back out into the main party area. There are no words. None that come to your mind, at least, to quell Cami’s heartbreak. To ease the sting of her husband’s infidelity. But there is anger — anger that burns and grows as he appears in your line of sight, taller than most of the crowd surrounding him, taking in the two of you as you slip back into the crowd. 

Breaking away from his conversation, he rushes forward, mouth open to speak to his wife, but she cuts him off with a simple, “I’m going to grab another glass of champagne.” She glances your way, pleadingly, “Will you come wi —”

“Actually, I have a matter of utmost importance to share with Mrs. Harrington.” His eyes land on your profile. Seedy and unrelenting. Stoic as ever. 

“I’ll come find you, Cami,” you tell her, following Theo through the throng of guests, leaving the saddened redhead nodding solemnly in the distance. 

Once out of earshot, and in the privacy of a corner, Theo spits out, “Whatever she told you, you don’t know the full story.”

“Oh, I think I know enough.” You splutter the words out, shocked he even has the nerve to try and defend himself for cheating on his wife. “I knew you were an asshole, but you have a wife — and a wonderful one at that. A family. How do you sleep at night?”

He chuckles. A low, dark thing that has your skin crawling. “How do I sleep? That’s sweet, coming from you, darling.”

You pause, throat tightening. Around you, the music blares. Little sparkles of the beginnings of fireworks dance in the moonlit sky. “What are you —” Swallowing, whirl on the heel, intent on leaving, muttering, “You know what? I don’t want to know. I’ll be getting that dr —”

A hand shoots out to grip your forearm. Tight. “Listen, you little rat. I knew you were up to no good, sniffing after the Harrington name. Taking what was mine. And now I have proof.”

“I don’t know what you’re —” You wince, gasping at the pain radiating from where he’s holding you with a strength that’s sure to bruise. “Theo — you’re hurting me.”

He tugs you forward. Your side wedges between the table and his body, his form keeping you sequestered away from the rest of the party goers, just as he pulls out his cellphone. It’s what he pulls up, however, that has all the arguments rising up dying instantaneously on your lips. The realization of the image sitting before you. The forms are blurry, sure, but there’s no doubting the white dress you wore for your bachelorette. 

No doubt that the silhouette of the person glowing brightly on his iPhone is you.  

His voice is biting. A chilling, dark sound that curls and crawls uncomfortably down your spine. Leaves you breathless before him. “I think it’s best if you watch this and then listen very carefully.”

  ——

  Singing. You’re singing. Wailing. You’re not even sure. And Steve? Steve’s a natural born performer — or rather, he is when tequila is involved. It’s the loosest you’ve seen him. His hair lies messy and unkempt on his head, from having run his fingers through it a dozen times out of nervousness as you pull him onto the stage. 

Your friends start the song and you’re both enjoying yourself. Maybe for the first time throughout the whole process. And it’s nice — honest to goodness nice to simply let loose with him; to pretend you’re not getting married soon under the guise of falsifying a will and procuring money to secure a debt. 

So it’s not really all that shocking when Steve grips you and tugs you near to his side as those final lyrics of the song draw to a close. Nor as his hand loops low around your back and he lowers his mouth to brush over yours. 

It’s an immediate rush of flame. A fire that dances and brims. That grows with every swipe of his tongue with yours. You can taste the salt on his tongue, the tequila on his skin, the sweat in the summer heat. He’s perfectly delicious and, at least for the moment, yours. 

It’s dizzying. A lovely free fall. A spiral and a leap. He tugs you closer and the whoops and whistles of your friends greet your ears. To them, you’re a loved up couple on the eve of a wedding — to you? To you, it’s a stolen moment. A dropped facade, a wall lowering. Until, that is, Eddie and Robin tug the two of you apart, practically scolding you both as they lead you to a side room and toss water bottles your way, telling you to stay out for a few minutes. 

You’re giggling. Hips pressing Steve further into the wall you slam him into once the door closes, his palm tight around your hip, mouth roaming over your throat. Hot. He’s so hot and it’s so hot in this room and you want nothing more than to let the moment simmer. To let yourselves steal a second for yourselves. 

And then he’s laughing. A boyish thing that makes your stomach clench. “I can’t believe we did it.”

“They believed it.” 

“They totally think we’re in love,” he laughs out, sides shaking as he tugs you closer. “I knew it would work, but I thought we’d at least have to do a little convincing.” 

“Looks like you just got yourself a company, Harrington.” Your words slur a little, sides trembling with your own laughter. 

“Looks like I did.”

  ——

  The video ends as Steve draws you back in for another kiss, his palm clutching the dough of your ass a little indecently. The room is spilling, and you know there’s music booming loudly all around you, but all you can hear is the throbbing of your heart. 

The ringing in your ears. 

Because Theo knows. 

He knows. 

And in your silence, he catches you. 

A rabbit caught in a trap, his glittering teeth like that of a jackal. 

And he’s grinning. A satisfied looking one across his lips, his eyes locked on your form. 

Breathing becomes harder as you clutch at a table’s edge, trying to maintain your balance. 

Fear clamors like a cymbal in your chest. A loud, rattling thing. An echo that thrums in your bones. Body bright with uncomfortable electricity.  

“Where do you —”

“Mr. Hawthorne.” Linda’s husband. With him already in jeopardy of losing his job — it makes sense. Your blood chills at the realization. “Funnily enough his family owns that venue. He had the video saved to his phone in case he’d ever need it, he told me. You see, we all have our secrets in this world, and need to be prepared for anything. And, well, when he had his most recent meeting with your husband, wherein his job was threatened — well, fear is a wonderful motivator. He’d been venting to me for weeks and happened to show me the video at lunch one evening…”

The knot in your throat tightens like a crude noose. 

“He’d never watched the whole video, you know? Just saved the video of his drunken boss in case he needed to diminish his character. And then I heard it. The two of you, what you were saying. And all these months you lied to my face, tried to act like you’re so much better than me, meanwhile you’re just like the rest of us.” 

Tears burn behind your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. 

Refuse to cower down to Theobald. 

“So don’t you dare comment on my marriage, when yours is nothing more than a drunken mockery of one.”

“It’s not.” Your voice breaks and his lips tip upward. “I love him.”

“So here’s the part where you listen, darling.” 

You say nothing and he loves it. 

“You’re going to march back to your husband’s side. You’re going to pretend you know nothing — but you’re going to convince him to sign the company over to me like he should have all those months ago. Aah aaah, no speaking. I know you’re a good actress, I’ve seen you playing a role for months. That boy is in love with you for reasons I’ll never understand, but he’s in love with you all the same. And you’re going to use that to your advantage. You have a month.” 

“A month?” 

“A month. If not, I’ll bring it to my lawyers.” 

Lawyer. Figures, dollars, numbers. Meetings, hearings, depositions. They all flash in front of your eyes. All things you can’t afford. All things you would never be exposed to, had it not been for the decisions made months ago with the man you now know intimately and love. Worry follows in suit, crawling up your throat and cutting off your windpipe. 

“Now go,” Theo instructs, pushing at your back, guiding you in the direction of Steve. He’s surrounded by various businessmen, head thrown back in a laugh, and when his eyes lock on yours from across the room, it ruptures your heart. “It was lovely speaking with you tonight, Mrs. Harrington.” 

The sentiment isn’t returned, and your feet feel like lead as they carry you over to Steve, but you do as he’s instructed all the same. As you approach, Steve opens his arms to allow you in, introducing you to the people he’s talking with. He’s charming as ever, completely unknowing of what you’ve just been hit with, the gravity of your situation presently weighing you down. 

And, for now, it’s better this way. 

Tomorrow, you decide, tomorrow you’ll take action. 

But for now you giggle and trill and act. You portray the image of a dutiful wife, slipping into your husband’s world as you slip on a mask. His friends laugh at your remarks and smile at you like they’ve known you for years. They act like they adore you, and you do the same. Faux niceties, because inside you’re reeling. Inside, you’re wanting nothing more than to scream and run and hide from the crushing reality all around you.  

And later, as the countdown to the ball dropping begins, and the room erupts in chaos and cheers, Steve pulls you in close. He says, “I love you,” before his mouth descends over your own and you taste the bubbly champagne on his tongue and the sweetness of a new year. If it lacks emotion, he says nothing of it. Only kisses you harder, grinning into your skin at the prospect of his tradition he spoke so happily of only hours ago now. He’s kiss bitten and all charm, smitten and in love. And god, you love him too. 

Fireworks explode across the sky. They illuminate Steve’s face as he holds you against him, your back to his chest. His chin hooks over your shoulder as you stand, staring up at the colorful lights flashing above, mouth leaning in to press the sweetest of kisses to your cheek. 

And there, when your eyes lower and trail across the room, you find Theobald with Cami holding herself at his side. Catch the sadness on her face — her hardened stature a direct contrast to the smugness of Theo’s features as he locks eyes with you. 

“A month,” he mouths, sliding his cellphone out of his pocket just enough that the screen sparks to life once more.

And like a stem of a flower snaps when exposed to too much pressure, your heart breaks too. 

——

please let me know what you think. it means the world to us writers. one more chapter, and then the epilogue. 🩷🩷

[royalsunshinehotel]

Fortnight (Dr. Chatterjee x f!Patient! Reader)

A/N: Ugh, I could watch him blink all day. smh...

Ugh, people. You shuddered in the suite you’d been sentenced to. It was made out of something that wasn’t quite stone, but not metal either. However, it was ugly, and you were certain that no mentally compromised person could get better with such dismal decor. 

It was a shame too, because this corner of the earth, you’d heard, that beauty wasn’t lacking. 

Tossed away by your parents, for turning down the proposal of a young nutmeg magnate from America, you supposed this was what life looked like for you now. How tragic. Reviewing in your mind, you had to stand by your decision, because the boy couldn’t have been more than fifteen. However, being the youngest child of an impoverished Earl, you must be a buffoon. 

Maybe you were mentally ill, and everyone was right? At least this was less boring than your home, at least you were out of your house! 

But what you hadn’t prepared for, was an obvious consult. In your ‘suite’, you had a single window alcove, you had been able to bring a large, fluffy blanket, and to the untrained eye, the room would have been vacant. 

However, the doctors and nurses here were paid to be ‘keen’, and you couldn’t have such luck. 

Two men walk into the room, one you knew, Dr. Marshall, African-british, wide eyes, and a sharply knotted bow-tie, carrying two folding chairs. You liked him well enough… but the other doctor… Well, he was quite handsome. 

“My name is Dr. Chatterjee, my colleague has brought me here to consult on your case. I hear you’re new to the facility.” You huffed at him, under your fluffy blanket. Your mother had taught you to curtsy, or at least get up when someone enters the room, but your mother wasn’t here. 

“I am. It’s wonderful.” You kept a bit of ice in your voice, just to keep yourself focused. He was tall enough, slicked back hair, neatly-trimmed mustache, and a light British accent. Perhaps he was local, but was sent away for school? 

“Are you feeling well today?” He asked, in a polite and even tone. The sun from your window reflects off the gel in his hair. 

“I feel well every day.” You responded, in the exact same tone. 

“I’m not sure I believe that.” 

“You shouldn’t, I’ve been exiled, I’m sure Dr. Marshall has said as much.” He hadn’t, but Dr. Chatterjee had read an action-packed file on you. 

“What would you like to have happen in the coming weeks?” 

“What?”

“In the best-case scenario, where would you like to be within the next month?” What an odd question for a doctor to ask, you thought. 

“I’d like you to take me to dinner, Doctor Chatterjee. I’d never been outside Cornwall before I came here, and now I’m in India, still eating beans on toast!” Something warm spread in Zenday’s chest. Oh no, he thought, he shoved the warm feeling down. 

“Anything else?” You blinked at him. Was he taking your orders? How utterly refreshing to not be moved around like a thing, and not a person! 

“I’d like some white lightning.” You blink, face totally neutral, gauging his reaction. 

“What on earth is that?” chirped Marshall, genuinely curious. 

“Haven’t the faintest idea, I heard it on the radio.” You wrinkled your nose at his companion, writing on his clipboard with a large, squeaky pen, WHAT IS WHITE LIGHTNING? 

“Have you been coping with the transition alright otherwise?” She hadn’t, it was clear to see, underneath the massive blanket you had shrouded yourself in, that you very much were not alright. Zenday hoped that you wouldn’t try the ‘stiff upper lip’. 

“I’m tired all the time and my head hurts.” You pouted to yourself,  and Z sighed. 

“Have you been drinking your water?” Z knew the answer, Marshall did too. 

“No, it makes me sad. I wish you had tea here.” 

“English or Earl Grey.” 

“English Breakfast, with a raspberry scone if you don’t mind.” You almost stuck up your nose at him, but he smirked at you. 

“And you’ll eat it.”

“I asked for it, didn’t I?” You sassed, still a bit too subdued for the Doctor’s liking.  

“Good.” 

A beat passed between the three of you, and you stared a hole into the good Doctor, taking in his lovely features, especially a sharp nose…

“How am I doing, Doctor Chatterjee. Have I gone mental?” Marshall chuckled a little to himself, “Remains to be seen, I’ll confer with Dr. Marshall about next steps.” 

The two men stood, pausing for another moment, before you softly said, “Doctors…” as a farewell. 

“Ms. LN. Try to get outside today. It’s lovely. 

“I will.” 

And with that, the two men stepped out into the hallway, leaving you in the windowsill with your blanket and your thoughts. 

ZZ felt Marshall inflate next to him, with words, obviously, and the two nodded to you before stepping out of the room. 

“She looked at you like she was gonna have you for supper!” 

“Huh!” Zay huffed, “The facts remain the same, it appears our patient is confined as the result of a failed marriage proposal.” 

Marshall nodded, “When an American asks, a woman must be crazy to deny it.” 

“Ugh…Americans…” the doctors groaned in unison. 

“I’d say, besides the abrupt confinement, she’s alright. Anxiety, possibly a touch of depression.” God knows it was warranted. 

“Sounds right to me, anything else?” Marshall prompted, scratching away on his clipboard. 

“I’d suggest increased time outside in the sun for her fatigue, the altitude can be quite taxing for someone brought here so suddenly.” ZZ’s mind was spinning. 

“It’s about two weeks to adjust to the altitude, isn’t it?” asked Dr. Marshall, flipping through papers on his clipboard, scrawling out notes on his conversation with Zenday. You were here as an act of retaliation, medically, there was no reason to keep you in the hospital.

Dr. Marshall, his friend, was a kind man, and would be your advocate, but what’s another ally? Could someone really have too many friends in one place? 

“Yeah, a fortnight,” replied Zenday, and upon your release, maybe he’d have you over for supper. 

[tobiasdrake]

If this asshole kicks me out again, I'm going to happen to this building in a way that makes the Dweller attack seem like a mild inconvenience.

Who even are your clientele? We barely even have a system of class and privilege. The only people of wealth I've ever met are Duke Aventry and the Watchmaker. "Duke" might be his name and the Watchmaker can't leave her castle.

Who are all these rich snooty assholes keeping this place in business!? How do you keep your nose so brown in a world suffering an intense anus shortage!?

...

I mean. Yes. We have a reservation. Because I am a lady of refinement and class. So you have to be nice to me.

The shit we had to go through to get that is beyond belief. I would demand a word with your manager but I just came from talking to him and he said you have to be nice to me. We are hosting a reverse funeral. No, I will not explain what that means.

SO HELP ME I WILL--

Oh. You're going to provide us with high-class luxury clothes. Please ignore the threats upon your life that I was in the process of making and, by all means, show me to your finest of garments.

Serai, I have seen you in Pirate, Ninja, and Robot, and you make everything work. This will be no different.

Better watch yourself, Malkomud. You call him out like that, he might just expect you to draw, pard'ner. Haha!

Oh, wow, we all look so good. Garl, absolutely dashing, that color looks so great on you. Zale, Yippie Ki Yay. Teaks, loving the suit, it's so refined. Valtraid, please don't muscle up and rip that suit because it makes you look like such refined gentry. Yolande, killing that blue dress, I love it. Keenathan, I know you can't see right now but very handsome.

Moraine... present. Sorry, the vest is very rugged but I'm not comfortable with complimenting you for attractiveness. You're like the deadbeat dad I never had.

Malkomud, I'm surprised they had Street Urchin available as an option but you're nailing the aesthetic. It's perfect. Could you do a cockney accent for me?

...I... guess... if the puppet's going to follow me around everywhere and not let me have a moment's peace then it makes sense to dress it up. Feels weird, though.

B'st, on the other hand, is easily the suavest gentleman in the room with his top hat and bow tie. It's not fair, B'st; You're giving Garl a run for his money on his own special day. ...hm. At a wedding, groomsmen aren't supposed to look better than the groom, but I don't think there are actually any social rules about outdressing the body in the casket at a funeral. You got lucky, B'st.

And... Serai. I was right, you make anything look good. The crown of spikes in particular is an amazing addition. It lends an air of elegance while still highlighting the strength underneath. Do you like my little moon brooch? I think it brings the whole look together.

I would like to say that the two of us are going to be the brightest lights in the constellation of Garl's reverse funeral but, alas, there's still one person here who has us beat. There's just no competing with Keenathan's squiddy over there. Just a top hat and tux jacket, and yet somehow they outshine even my great luster.

I guess you can't win them all. Congratulations, squiddy; You win this round.

I still don't think it will compare with Garl on quality but credit where it's due, I'm very impressed with the quantity.

Oh yeah, when we realized this poor kid was just neurodivergent and getting picked on for it, I was about ready to start chucking molekin off a cliff. I'm not saying blocking the wind tunnels was a good thing to do or anything, but it never should have come to that in the first place.

Malkomud got to witness Garl's bottomless kindness and compassion firsthand. And his people got to witness my, uh, incendiary temperament firsthand.

We all did it for Garl. ...well, okay, I was chomping at the bit to slay a legendary volcano monster. Which I did by myself, don't ya know. But in the big picture, it was still for Garl.

All of us except Morai-- OW. Serai, did you just kick me under the table?

Ugh. Fine. You're right. I won't start drama at Garl's reverse funeral.

I'll fucking drink to that. I would be so utterly confused if it weren't for her.

Odd sentiment given that I'm pretty sure he's like ten and the young have an easier time turning their lives around than the old, but okay.

*vibrates excitedly* Do me do me do me do me.

We'd be lost without our crew, to be sure. They've done so much for us, ever since that fateful day when they swindled us into an arrangement they could have just bartered for anyway.

That's a crock and a half, he-- OW. Fine, I'll bite my tongue.

And the second-sharpest-- Squiddy, goddammit.

The third-sharpest... no, there's B'st over there.

You look nice, is what I'm trying to say. I don't words good when I'm reverse grieving.

Could have happened sooner if anyone had communicated properly but, uh... *sweatdrop* We all make mistakes, let's not make a thing of who knew what and when.

In all honesty, we owe you far more than you could ever possibly owe us. You gave your eye for me. And then you did it again and gave your life for me. In the future, I am begging you, please just let me deal with the consequences of my bad choices.

Yeah. Okay. The Golden Pelican will be spared my fury. Their weirdass business practices are probably going to bankrupt them anyway.

This was a great event and I'm happy to have attended it. Welcome back, Garl. You have been dearly missed.

[drunkonaheistinspace]

forgotten birthdays and expensive slaps

originally published: November 23rd, 2019

reworked: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, can be read as platonic

You did not know why you were still following this idiot into life-threatening situations.

Okay, you actually knew it. You just had nothing better to do and he was dumb enough to offer you a job. Other than that, you pretty much had a crush on him. Well, who wouldn’t? He was handsome, educated and a real-life version of Indiana Jones. Only with more muscle.

You expected it to be one of those days when you risk your lives for an antique artifact. But something was different.

Your flight was without any turbulence, Illinois wasn’t involved in any bar fights, and you were not hunted by any criminal organization. But the strangest thing was yet to come. You saw Illinois O'Connell without his precious hat, which he usually did not take off either while sleeping or while showering.

But now he was standing in front of you. Hair neatly combed back and dressed in a suit. This sight was unfamiliar. A pig walking on two legs looked righter than whatever this was.

"Illi? Are you all, right? Should I call a doctor?" You asked anxiously as you continue to mentally process his sight.

The adventurer just looked at you confused. "A doctor? What are you talking about?"

Instead of answering, you simply point to his suit with a look that was a mixture of confusion, astonishment, and horror.

Still confused, he looked down to find the reason for your strange behavior. It took him a moment to understand what you meant.

"Oh, the suit!"

Well, that had taken surprisingly long.

"I go to an auction and as much as I love my hat and my outfit, I thought it would be more appropriate to stick to the dress code," said the adventurer, as he straightened his bow tie.

An auction? If he makes himself so fancy, then it would have to be an auction for the higher social class. In short, the complete opposite of you. But that made you wonder.

You knew he had money. How else would he finance all the travels and give you a generous paycheck every month? But you never really thought about how much money he really had. Let alone how he earned it!

It was completely impossible that your adventures could finance all this, because after all you did not even know what he did with all the stuff you find. Does he donate it to a museum? Does he sell it? Does he keep it? If he keeps it, then where? Does he even have a permanent residence? Where does he come from? So many questions and hardly any answers.

You've known him for almost two years, but you knew so little about him. You did not even know his last name after four months.

This man was an Enigma and that made him even more attractive! If that was even possible.

"What kind of auction?" You asked curiously, as you could not imagine any sort of auction that Illinois would go to.

"An art collector died last month and now his family is auctioning off his collection."

"Art collectors? Since when have you been interested in art? "

You never had the impression that he was a fan of anything that would be classified as ‘modern art’. The only art he seemed interested in was those whose ages were in the triple digits and started at least seven. Or the art which he saw every time in the mirror.

"I do not," he admitted. "I know from a safe source that he has collected valuable paintings as well as some ancient artifacts. I hope to find something special for my collection. "

So, he has a collection. Will he show it to you if you ask nicely?

"And what do I do in the meantime?" You ask. He certainly had a job that you could do during this time.

"Well, you come with me, of course!" He said with a smile. "You are my partner after all!"

It surprised you to hear that he actually intended to take you along. After all, he knew very well that you did not know how to behave at such events, and they would easily recognize you as an outsider.

In fact, the thought of going there made you pretty scared. More scared than that one time Illinois and you were hunted by a bunch of mutant monkeys on lions. The difference was not in the nature of the danger, but in the fact that if you had died back then, then at least you have died the hero's death. At the auction you will most likely die of embarrassment.

"But ... so you know ... well ... I do not really ... have the right ... um ... the right thing to wear! Yes! I just have my usual stuff with me and none of that would fit into such an event! "

You hoped that this excuse helped, because you could not think of anything better. That was not even a lie. You never expected that your boss would ever go to such events and therefore packed only things that are comfortable and robust. You were for climbing a mountain, hiking in the forest and even for a sudden blizzard equipped, but not for an evening with rich people!

Illinois gave you just one of his charming smiles that made you melt each time.

"Do not worry, partner. I've already taken care of everything. "

Before you could understand what, he meant by that, you found yourself in the auction room. You were driven here in a chic limousine, and you probably wore your annual salary in the form of a very simple, but unspeakably comfortable outfit.

The auction was quiet.

So quiet that it bored you.

It started with the countless paintings the deceased had collected over many years. There were some interesting pieces here and there, but you were not interested in buying them.

After almost two hours, the artifacts passed over. For ordinary citizens, these would have been very interesting, but you had already seen better. Not all that was of any value to you, and you were starting to get frustrated. A look at your partner told you that he felt the same way.

You were so bored after a time that you became more and more tired and now sat in your chair half asleep. You've just heard that a ring of unknown origin was presented, and you did not think much of it. You had yourself a bunch of rings lying around that you collected during your adventures. They served as a small investment. You could sell them anytime you needed money.

You were about to fall asleep when Illinois suddenly raised his hand to bid, which startled you so much that you almost fell off your chair.

Suddenly you were wide awake, and you tried to understand what was happening at that moment.

The bid jumped moment by moment from a three-digit amount to a five-digit amount and seemed to have no end. Finally, the adventurer bought the ring for half a million and you just sat there. Shocked and confused. But mostly shocked.

Someone needed to have a small talk with this man about responsible money management!

You waited outside when your boss paid and hoped he did not really carry that much money on him. But who knows?

When he came out, you wanted to confront him about the ring, but your heart stopped momentarily, and you did not get a single word out when he took your hand and put the ring on your finger.

"Happy Birthday, partner!" Was the only thing he said.

It was your birthday? The constant traveling and the following jetlag fucked with your perception of time, which meant that you never knew what day or month it was. There is also the slight chance that this also led to you forgetting that you even had a birthday in the first place.

But now you stood there. Completely perplexed and with a ring on the finger, which could finance your pension without any problems. You did not think when you raised your hand and slapped him. Only then did you realize that you had just struck your own boss with half a million. This thought was both surreal and quite satisfying.

"What was that for?!" he asked, holding his aching cheek.

"Take a fucking guess!"

You're waving your hand in front of his face as clue, but also as a kind of warning that you're always ready to give him one more slap.

"I thought you would like it!"

"I would have loved flowers or a card! Even a cup of coffee would have been enough!"

You take a deep breath and try to calm down a bit. "What I mean is that you should not spend so much money on me. If you want to throw me half a mill, then at least in the form of my paycheck! "

Illinois looked like a beaten puppy, and you regret having raised your hand and your voice against him. You have never experienced him so hurt.

"Forgive me. I should have asked you first ..." he said in a low voice. You feel terrible. "It's just that you survived the longest of all my partners. I just do not want you to change your mind and leave me."

You already knew the story of his other partners. That was pretty much the first one he ever told you.

"I won’t leave you," you said after a long pause, which made him look surprised. "If someone told me five years ago that I would travel around the world and voluntarily collect ancient artefacts from caves and the like, I would have laughed at them. But this is my life now and I love my job because it allows me to see the world and experience everything. And apart from that, I have the best boss in the world!"

A smile bloomed on his face, and you could not help but kiss him on the cheek, causing him to blush.

You smile at him again before you turn away. "But now we are looking for a restaurant! The birthday child is hungry!" You exclaim, as you started walking.

Illinois laughed before running after you.

[mightbesmall]

Well I don’t know what to do for Day 4, I can’t draw well and don’t know what to write so I guess I’ll rate birthday jacket cards and make an epic port fest drabble for tomorrow. I’m going to be rating them based off of aesthetics because I’m basic

Heartslabyul!

7/10 it’s Riddle and I love Riddle but I’m not the biggest fan of the font used on his name. Though I find the equestrian club badge pleasing.

6/10 it’s the science club badge for me💀 though I’m loving the ordinary malewife’s confidence, he looks great but that science club badge… oh and the font again, it just irks me but looks so interesting at the same time???

8/10 because it’s Cater, I love Cater. His pop music club badge is a bit funky but whether or not it’s a good funky is still under speculation. Basically, I’m biased he’s an 8/10.

7/10 because he has that smirk and it both fills me with hot and makes me want to punch him. Ace is a pretty boy so naturally I feel both drawn to him and annoyed by him, mainly because he insulted us on our first day as janitor. You don’t insult janitors! They are hero’s of the community! He loses points for it >:(

8/10. Enough said. Look at him, look at the blueberry bbg and tell me he isn’t perfect. He’s not, but he’s trying to be better and that’s all that matters.

Savanaclaw!

7/10 so like, he’s gorgeous and all, handsome. pretty. stunning. But my god, that font is all I’m looking at and I’m not sure if I like it or not.

9/10 LOOK AT MY BOY IN HIS GET UP!! HE’S SO CUTE! oh and the font… do I like it? I don’t know. His birthday is 7 days after mine though so that’s cool!

10/10 JACKIE POO!!! I actually like the font used here, it suits him so well. AND THE LITTLE WOLF AHHHH!! God I’m so biased.

Octavinelle!

7/10 it’s Azul and he’s very babygirl, don’t get me wrong, but is he… too babygirl? I like the font used here as well, he’s a fancy lad and thus has a fancy font spelling his name.

8/10. Mountain hiking club is my favourite🫶. And I just like Jade?

10/10!!! Floyd my little skrunkly!!!

Scarabia!

7/10 as most of the boys, I enjoy the font and the club badge but the cap seems a bit out of place. HOWEVER! Kalim has a bow tie so that earns my heart.

8/10 the font is a bit funky but bro, look at Jamil! He looks so crazed in my peripheral vision and I like that.

Pomefiore!

10/10 he’s so majestic like look at the hair! And the font makes me happy, he shares a birthday with my friend and it’s 2 days before mine. He’s rocking that outfit and the jacket fits him well, the badges are pleasing to look at and it’s Vil.

9/10 the font throws me off but I think I like it. Rook literally can pull off fedoras and caps so well, the science club badge annoys me still but Rook looks amazing and is smiling in a somewhat not creepy way.

10/10 Epel looks to manly rn, literally amazing. The badges all look great, that font is cute and just, Epel.

Ignihyde!

10/10 he looks so cute??? I mean not is much as Ortho but he looks amazing??? The font annoys me but his ratness makes up for it, his ponytail is so fucking cute! And the cap!! Bro pulls it off.

20/10. Ortho is the most cutest, wholesome, brotherly, sweetest boy of all the boys. Literally would have him as my little brother if I could. Enough said.

Diasomnia!

8/10 Mal Mal is adorable and all, that waistcoat is genuinely my favourite, but the mix of cute and wet dog is too much, I love it. HIS LITTLE CLUB BADGE OH MY GOD- the font is funky in a good way and his nails are painted. I’d actually straighten his bow tie, dust off his jacket and tell him that whoever his date is are very lucky to have him, my son! Like??? He’s such a swaggy gentleman???

10/10! He’s got the bat-goth vibe and I love it! Peepaw is looking very stylish and amazing, though I don’t know if he’s posing like he’s an instagram girl or he’s an old man who lost his cane. Still, he is a viable old bat.

8/10 he looks a little stoic but that’s just Silver! I’d hug him (book 7…) though the font is weird it’s enjoyable.

7/10 it’s a bit basic but my boy looks happy! The font is loud and suits him well, as previously stated I really like the equestrian club badge. Sebek is like a son to me and my son gets 7 out of 10!

[kpop-fanatic-lover16]

Thorns and Flowers – Yang Jungwon

Pairing: Enhypen Jungwon x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff, angst

Warnings: scary Jungwon in the beginning, mentions of death, murder, death threats

Word Count: 2.1k

Synopsis: Jungwon is the owner of his family business. When death threats arise to target him and the love of his life he must take matters into his own hands in order to keep you safe.

✧

Hot. The sun beating down from the clear blue sky left a heavy blanket of heat on your back as you walked fast paced in the direction of your destination. The consistent sound of your heels clomping on the concrete below kept reminding your mind of the speed you were walking at and how crucial it was for you to keep to it. Future events and actions were waiting impatiently for your arrival, further impeding your relaxation.

The view of your target caught your eyes, pushing you to go faster. Once again, it was crucial for you to get there as fast as possible. A heavy bag in your left hand, dragging your shoulder down, and a drink in the other hand accompanied you through the door of the building you were so familiar with and up the set of ten stairs where the elevators sat. You didn't forget to send a small greeting with the ladies at the front desk.

A knowing look came from another employee, who was dressed in a suit and tie and met you halfway to the elevators.

"He's only got 10 minutes," he informed you as he helped take the bag in your left hand. The relief in your shoulder and the rush of cool air soothed your urgency.

"How long has he been waiting?" you dared to ask, already knowing the answer. A side glance is all you got in return. You shouldn't be panicked. Not in the slightest, but you were.

"This way," he mumbled, leading the way out of the elevator, down the windowed hallway to a set of dark wooden doors. Without hesitation, he rapped the door loudly, waiting to be given permission to enter. A call came from inside and he opened the door to let you inside.

Behind the doors sat a huge penthouse office, overlooking the city. It was minimalistic and sharp looking which made you slightly uncomfortable. Mainly because it was cold and unwelcoming to you. But the man who owned this office already knew your opinion on said style and didn't care because he couldn't change it.

However, you weren't paying attention to the style or choice of design. Your attention was drawn to the taller figure sitting at the chair behind the big black desk right in front of the furthest window. He too wore a suit to match the required dress etiquette. His dark midnight brown hair was pushed back with a slight ridge on either side of his part to give him a sharper look. Just like this morning, you thought it made him look handsome.

"Your guest has arrived, sir," the employee announced. The man looked up from the papers in front of him and looked at the two of you before standing. Slowly, he made his way around the desk and came to lean against the front of it.

"Thank you, Choi," he nodded once in acknowledgment before his gaze moved to you.

"Mr. Yang," the employee bowed deeply before turning to leave. Just as he was closing the door, he paused at the sound of his name.

"Choi, need I remind you of the meeting we had nearly a month prior to this engagement regarding your manners?" the word falling from Mr. Yang's mouth came slowly like black fog, thick and prominent. Unknown to you, it had been about your new role and title.

"No sir," the employee assured. He turned to you and bowed deeply. "Mrs. Yang."

"Come here," his words, his deep tone, the look in his eyes, it drew you closer to him. It's as if you were a pawn to the Pied Piper's song, the man in front of you being the source of the music. But it was silent, so, so silent as you walked over to him until there was but a few feet between the two of you.

Almost instantly, his hands came around your waist, pulling you into his chest as he leaned down to kiss your lips. He smiled ever-so-slightly into the kiss, not hiding the pounding of his heart any longer. The feeling of your lips against his soothed his tense shoulders and worried heart. As he held you against his lips, he squeezed you more in his embrace. After a moment the two of you pulled away.

"Is this why it was an emergency?" you quirked an eyebrow at him, your heart still racing. A small sad smile cracked across his face and his once razor-sharp gaze was now soft, shining down at you.

"Actually, it's not," his words finished on a whisper. It was almost as if he was trying not to say it too loud in case someone was listening.

"What is it?" you questioned, glancing at the papers on his desk. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, staying there long enough for your eyelids to droop closed. He did this whenever he was hiding something from you.

"Stop—" came his soft demand, when you pulled away to reach for one of the papers. Despite the command, he didn't take the paper away from you.

"Death threats?" you looked up at him with worried eyes. Now he was avoiding your gaze. How long had this been happening? "Jungwon this is serious."

"I know," he sighed out. Of course he knew. He knew of these threats when his father owned the company before him. "It's serious enough that I have to put security on you or send you away."

"Send me away?"

"I don't want to," Jungwon insisted, taking you by your waist again, afraid that you would leave him on the spot. It was the last thing Jungwon wanted to think about. "But I can't risk you being in danger. The threats are from when my dad owed the company, but a few are addressed to me while some being addressed to you."

Now worry was striking your heart once more. What was worrying you was the fact that even if you went into hiding Jungwon would still be a target.

"Mr. Yang—" someone's voice cut off by the now open door. The sight of Jungwon's arms wrapped around you and your faces close to each other had them completely off guard and embarrassed, being the only person ever to see the two of you like this.

Jungwon's demeanor changed instantly, scaring you to the bone. The grip he had on your waist dropped and he pulled away from you. His eyes became like a cobra striking its prey, sharp and threatening. You didn't like this side of him.

"Out!" he commanded, watching them leave in a hurry and close the door shut, much harder than they meant. You'd be lying to yourself if you said it didn't hurt when he worked hard to cover up the real side of your relationship.

"You don't have to be so mean," you commented, pinching his sides to get a rise out of him. Jungwon reached to tickle you right at your belly button earning a squeal from you which brought the smile back to his face.

"Only you get to see me this way. Nobody else deserves to see me like this."

That made your heart flutter. He always had a way with his words. A way that made all the hairs on your skin stand up, a way that made your heart flutter and palpitate, sometimes even going further into a deeper more intimate way. This is how you fell in love with him from the beginning.

"So, what do we do about the threats?" you question, feeling the tension in the room rise just at the change of subject. Jungwon was stressed. He could handle death threats, but he couldn't handle you getting threatened and potentially hurt because of him.

"I want to send you away, so they don't even have a chance to try and harm you." Jungwon broke away from you and leaned up against his desk in thought.

Now that he was away from you, your arms settled in your front with your hands clasped, "What makes you think they'll go through with it?"

Jungwon went silent. He didn't want to tell you what was going through his mind. The reality of it scared him more than ever now that you were in the picture. Your patience with him didn't comfort him either.

"Jungwon?" came your voice. "You don't have to give me a reason to be sent away. I trust you. If you think that is the best way to keep me safe, then so be it."

Jungwon extended his hand for you to take and pulled you into him for a hug. He didn't want to look you in your eyes when he told you, "This is how my mother died."

He could practically feel your heart drop to your stomach. How your body went rigid against his and at the same time how it buried deeper into his embrace out of fear. He wanted to take that feeling away, it pained him knowing that you now didn't feel safe. It angered him that his presence alone could not make you feel secure. That was his job as your husband. To make you feel safe, through his actions, his words, his time, and his thoughts.

"Even if I have to be the physically shield between you and harm, I will be."

His words were comforting in a way, but you knew as long as he was the owner of this company that he couldn't be your physical shield. Both of you knew that despite Jungwon pushing it far back in his mind. It was more unbearable to even think of you disappearing from his side.

"You and I both know that can't happen." His grip on you tightened, Not wanting to hear that from you. However, your words brought him to his last option. It was reckless and stupid. You may even force him to reconsider and tell him no. Jungwon didn't care. He needed to protect you from the death threats and the people behind them.

"I will not lose you," came his stern reply.

Six months later

Hills with miles and miles of vast green and flowers were all you could see from the porch just outside your countryside home. A river just a minute walk from you was rushing softly as water flowed downstream, carrying fish and life forms along with it. Birds chirped occasionally from the tall branches of the trees, enjoying the warmth of sun peeking through the bright green leaves.

A smile adorned your lips at the sight in front of you. Jungwon, who was walking up the dirt path to your house carrying a bucket of fresh fish he'd caught during the morning hours. The prided accomplishment on his face made your heart leap with joy.

Jungwon looked softer now after being away from the company for so long. He no longer wore suits with dark earrings and his hair styled back, rather he wore sweaters with baby blue jeans and his hair falling naturally into his eyes. This new look made you fall in love deeper and harder.

"Look!" he cheered, bringing the bucket over for you to see. He watched your face light up with pride, only feeding him more joy. "I know it's only three, but now we can try it!"

"Good job," you said to him. "I'm so proud and relieved that you finally caught something."

"Hey," Jungwon's brows furrowed, "practice makes perfect."

"With many fails," you giggled, letting him wrap his arms around you at the waist. He leaned in and tucked his face into your neck, hugging you into his frame.

"Gosh, I love everything about you," he murmured into your skin. It made you all giddy inside when he got romantic like this. Knowing now how good your life could be without him being the owner of his family business, you wouldn't trade it for the world. You loved this side of Jungwon so much.

"I love you."

"I love you too," Jungwon pecked your lips. "Do you feel safe?"

This was the first time he'd asked you since he dropped everything, sold the company (not before taking out a good chunk of money for the two of you to live on), and relocated the two of you far away from anyone's knowledge or eye. He got rid of everything and lost a lot of who he was raised to be and a part of him he thought he'd never lose but traded it for something priceless. Someone he'd lose everything for if that meant being joyful and safe.

"More than you know."

A kiss was all he gave you before he rested his forehead against yours. "Are you ready for our evening walk?"

[whorror-barbie]

A good lesson in fucking (au! Virgin! Ceo! The Salesman x Bimbo! sugar baby! Fem! Reader) (part 1)

general series summary: you find out your sugar daddy is a virgin and you would love to help him explore his sexual desires

Warnings: nothing explicit at this time, maybe some suggestive language and sexual themes. this fic is 18+, so you've been warned.

A/n: I just wanted to write about an older handsome man whose a virgin( so literally a 40 year-old virgin lol) and btw I'm giving him the name Seok-woo again, so I'm not always calling him the salesman, so I hope that's fine with y'all. Enjoy :)

P.s: I have an AO3 account under the name whorrorwritings, part 2 will be up on there by the time I post this part on here, if you can't wait head over there and read it if you want to!

"Wait, you're going over to his house?! You don't even know him" that is the sound of your distressed friend on the other side of the phone.

" Oh, will you stop worrying. He seems like such a nice guy " you open up a pretty pink box to see a really cute yet sophisticated dress. "Honey, just because he buys you stuff, doesn't mean he's a nice guy." She tries to reason with you as you're trying on the dress he wanted you to wear for the meetup, It hugs your curves beautifully as you look at yourself in the mirror. " I mean, you told me you don't even know his name or what he looks like, what if he's a serial killer..you never know" she continues and let out a sigh as you're still smiling.

"Look, I get your concerns, but I'll be fine, and besides it doesn't hurt to meet the guy who financially supported me for 6 months when I was settling here" you do not really understand why she's so worried. sure she has a point, he's seen only ever seen you and your body online multiple times, but don't know a thing about him. Finally, you hear her sigh coming from the other side of the line. "I know you're not going to listen, but please be safe and text me if you need anything, I'll be there so fast I swear" you giggle at your worried friend. " I'll keep you posted, I'll talk to you later, bye, " you say cheerfully and you both hang up. You are fully ready, now it's time to leave for your date.

30 minutes later, you arrive at his beautiful home by a car he sent out for you. Looking around and starting to approach the home, you're regretting this with every heartbeat as you walk closer. what if your friend is right? What if he does murder you? There is no turning back now. you ring the doorbell anyways, waiting until you are greeted by a tall, handsome man at the door.

"hey, miss it's finally nice to meet you," he says so kindly, you look into his eyes and it was love at first. You were not expecting this gorgeous man to be your sugar daddy, but you definitely were not complaining at all. In a matter of seconds, you were already planning a wedding, and having a family with this man "are you ok?" You look up at him "oh sorry" as you enter his home.

Inside his home is beautifully furnished and spacious, but that is to be excepted from a rich CEO. "I must say you're as gorgeous in person." he says with a bit of nervousness in his voice as he's scratching the back of his head "oh, why thank and you're quite a handsome gentleman." You giggle slightly which makes him arrange his tie at your response, he seems to be feeling hot?

" by the way... my name is Seok-Woo... I don't think I ever told you my name before..umm ever" he laughs nervously. "Oh, Seok-Woo? what a nice name." You smile brightly. The two of you are just standing there in awkward silence for a minute as you look up at him with your pretty eyes, and he starts to look around out of nervousness.

"so..um did you eat anything yet? I can umm. set something up" he asked you politely. " Oh, sure I can go for a snack" nodding at him. "Ok, I'll be right back then" he bows slightly then heads into his kitchen.

While he's doing that, you start to wander around his house looking at the beautiful paintings that hang on the walls, taking in his decor. making your own journey around his house until you see a door slightly open to a room, begging for someone to enter it. The curiosity is killing you, so you go inside to check it out.

upon entering, you see nothing but a bunch of half-naked anime figurines on his shelf against each corner of his walls, and you look in awe "wow, what a cute doll" you let out a ditzy laugh, holding one of the figurines in your hand as you inspect it ''wow, she's very curvy" tilting your head then look at your own body." what else does he have in here?'' you proceeds to look around when you spot a stack of hentai mangas and so you pick it up to read the title.

"Super big titty sluts xxx" you say out loud to yourself then open up the book to flip the pages, and you see some very lewd images which makes your face feel like it's on fire, it was nothing but big titties everywhere, and dicks going in every hole. "The pages are stuck together? I wonder why?" As you try to continue to read the manga, figuring out the storyline.

"Hey! Why are you in here?" You jump so hard, dropping his manga and figurine in the process " Oh my god, I'm sorry! I was just waiting..and and I.." your face still feels so hot at what you saw. Wow, he's into some freaky stuff you thought. when he sees you drop his figurine, he wanted to lose it on you, but he remains calm. those figurines are his prize possessions, he's paid a pretty penny for all of them.

"Oh, well... please don't do this again." He says softly as he goes over to pick up his figurine and carefully places it back on the shelf, he looks over her to make sure you didn't mark her up " Umm.. so you want to watch a movie together?" his attention on you now, nodding your head yes as you leave out of his very interesting room.

😳

10 minutes into this suspense drama, it's pretty good so far. You start moving your body closer to his to rest your head on his shoulder. You can feel him put his arm around your arm awkwardly in response. You sigh of relief, looking up at him into his eyes, but he looks away fast.

"Are you enjoying this movie, babes?" You giggle as you feel him trying not to look down at your cleavage . " Umm...yeah..it's good.. how about you? do you like the film?'' He asks, trying to focus his attention on the movie. " I mean it's definitely interesting, but I'm more interested in you, Seok-Woo" he can feel himself getting hard at your voice alone, you're as sexy as the women he sees in the hentai on his computer screen every night.

"how about this?" You straddle his lap, facing him. you're feeling his boner twitching in his dress pants" oh wow, I can feel how big you are, impressive." you giggle with the motion of your boobs jiggling and he looks nervous, though he is enjoying the view. "How about we have some fun? I at least owe you for taking care of me" You wink at him then proceed to kiss on the crook of his neck as you grab his hands so he feels up your ass, but he doesn't squeeze it. you're grinding on him and moaning like a needy whore into his neck. Seok-Woo's eyes are closed while grunting under his breath, focusing on feeling your pussy lips with his tip. this is the perfect scenario that he's been dreaming about, he might cum from this alone.

You reach for his belt to remove it, but his hand stops you in mid-motion. Surprised, you look up at him and his facial expression is reading regret it seems "Stop, Hun" he says out of breath. " Not now" he looks down. Feeling confused, but You get off of him, and sit back down on the couch, this is very awkward now. "I'm really sorry, Seok-Woo...I hope I didn't offend you" did you read the room wrong? Is he not into you like you thought he was.

"you should leave" he simply says which was another dagger to your heart. grabbing your purse as you get up to leave and he follows you to the door. "Text me to let me know that you got home safely... and oh I'll be wiring your weekly allowance to your account tomorrow, have a good night," he says then shuts the door in your face, not giving you a second to respond.

Tears start to stream down your face. You're feeling horrible and embarrassed. that's when your Phone is ringing off in your purse so you check to see that it's your friend, Hong-Ga young again, so you pick it up.

"Oh thank God, he didn't murder you," she says but then she hears you sniffling. "Oh..what's the matter? Are you alright?" Her voice sounds very worried, and you try to keep your composure. " Yeah, I'm ok, Ummm can you pick me up?" You wipe away the tears with your sleeve. " Of course! I'll be there in a second" she says hastily. Both of you say your byes then hang up the phone.

While you are chilling on his steps with your morbid thoughts clouding your mind. a big raindrop falls on your knee, and out of nowhere rain starts to violently poor down. With no umbrella in sight, you're all drenched now, can this night get any worse? You just need to bundle up in a blanket and forget about this night that ever happened, hoping everything will be better tomorrow.

[forthechubbies]

Our Little Wife

Jimin’s Past Vol. 4

Being Korea's deadliest kingpins made seven men into untouchable demons yet their little wife is made out of sugar and spice?

Mafia! Bangtan x Chubby! Reader

Mentions of brothels and prostitution, Alcohol use (Drunk Yoongi), Blood, Strong Language, Sappy Pet names I love it, Sexual theme-based chapter. Quick Warning; Jimin was a gigolo back in the day.

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Is This Love Vol.3 - Shadows Vol. 5

“Welcome home, Jimine”

“We missed you so much.”

Jimin smiled through the bitterness oozing out of his chest. “I missed you all as well.”

He lied.

The day he left is the day he thought he cleaned his hands of this godforsaken place. The Red Light District. A place hidden in the shadows of South Korea where brothels strive, demons walk freely and was home to a little boy named Park Jimin. The poor boy witness unspeakable hardships growing up but always came out victorious. As a young man, Jimin developed his charm and wit alongside his attractiveness; this earned him a title in the district.

Visitors; men, and women alike tripped to Korea for the sole purpose of being in his presence but living in the limelight grew stale. As the days go by, Jimin felt an empty yearning for love upon his recent discovery; nobody finds love in a gigolo.

He found this true for a moment until a stranger spilled into the shadows of the district. Word of the man spread quickly like wildfire.

“ A devilishly handsome man about yay high, firm figure, and a jawline that could cut diamonds.” The women in the brothel would always gossip when someone tickles their fancy. “Oh yeah, I heard about him. I believe he's Jimin’s age as well.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, He-”

The bell startled the women as walks in the mystery man. The rumors were true he was young and gorgeous however, the glare in his eyes give off the impression he wasn't here to loosen his tie.

His dark brown eyes fell on Jimin across the brothel. Apparently, The man remembers Jimin from when he runs errands for the brothel. The man introduced himself as Taehyung before lightly bowing.

The moment resembled a scene taken from a movie, Taehyung expressed his feelings for Jimin asking him to leave with him. Probably not finding another opportunity as this Jimin said yes in a heartbeat.

A rash decision? Yes of course but by far the best decision Jimin has ever made. For a while, everything was just dandy in Jimin’s world; every day he was surrounded by a family that didn't love him superficially but emotionally and physically....that is until you come along-

When you came along it was the princess this or creampuff that. He was no longer the center of attention and for that, a little green monster controlled his feelings towards you.

He hated you.

That's putting it lightly. You had the same attraction as a newborn puppy, everybody adored you, give you their undivided attention, and everything your heart desires. Jimin felt abandoned because of you and as far as he's concerned you will never be his wife.

Until One day, Jimin got injured during one of their ‘missions’ and was bedridden leaving Yn to play nurse. Within a few weeks, the time you two shared wasn't in vain Jimin grew fond of your gracious nature and officially opened up to you.

However, at this current time, he wished he never had.

Meanwhile, Jimin is reliving his past on the other side of town, You sat blissfully unbothered at your station -well before the feeling of having to pee crept up on you.

But on your way back from the bathroom something caught your eye, a small shiny gleam. Your heels clicked against the marble floor as you walked into a different section of the building. Authorized access only. Every employee must keep their ID card with them at all times.

“A carrot?” A carrot-shaped pin is what caught your eye. Strangely, the pin resembles the one you give to Jungkook on your anniversary if this is true…How did it get here?

You didn’t put much thought into it, You simply slipped the pin into your pocket before heading back to the front desk.

Little did you know a bunny would come back for his good luck charm.

“Shit Shit. Where did it go? Fuck, Hyung going to kill me if I leave any evidence.” Jungkook panicked. “Aish!” He was about to strike the wall out of frustration but froze when a light bulb went off.

“The cameras.” It's damn near child's play to break into the security room. He will just check the cameras and see where he dropped it. “Dummy.” He chuckled at himself.

Just an in-and-out operation. On the cameras, Kookie observed his pin bringing taken but he couldn't believe his eyes who was the thief. His little cream puff! In your adorable skirt and blouse. He would rewind the tape a couple of times adorning you for every angle until he came to realize-

“Why is she here?”

This is where the operation turned into an entirely different mission. Kookie abused his power over the surveillance system to follow your every move from there he made a horrendous discovery his cream puff is a secretary.

He nearly gagged; the thought of his cream puff work, in general, made him sick to his stomach. Your elegance shouldn't be wasted on worthless nobodies but instead, pampered daily and cherished like you once were.

Despite, being treated as damn near bury treasure, you were determined to leave and live like a commoner. The twist of the knife is there is never a day you weren't smiling behind that desk.

“Do you even miss us?” Jungkook scoffed.

It’s no time for that, Jungkook sole purpose was to come here and spy on the MM4 due to the active activities of their goons spotted on Bangtan territory yet again. He got the information he needed now it's time to report back to Namjoon.

And He did just that as vanished in the shadows.

A Couple Of Hours Later.

Yn’s Pov

I got to give them credit; ketchup and eggs on a sandwich is pretty tasty-

“You serious?! Where!?”

“I'm not kidding! The man is piss poor drunk wobbling down in the middle of traffic.”

I remember back in the day Yoongi being that way when work and stress weighted on his shoulders so he turned to the warm embrace of alcohol. Instead of washing away his sorrows the only thing he received was a higher than average alcohol tolerance.

Maybe I should go see if I can help the poor dear.

Narrative's Pov

You wouldn't have to travel too far; the chaos was unfolding right in front of your work. Clear as day, A intoxicated young man struggling to maintain his balance while weaving in-between cars stopped at a traffic light.

“Have you seen my Bug A Boo?... She-she’s about yay high..I-Um thinks.” Yoongi’s sour breath was wasted on a person who didn't give a damn about his situation; The man hit the gas not giving Yoongi the chance to back up.

“Shit!” Yoongi collapsed to Clement.

“Kitten!?” Regardless of your well-being, You sprung into traffic and damn near dragged your husband out of death’s grip. “Kitten- Are you alright-Ow!?”

Yoongi slapped your hands off him. “Get your hands off me, temptress.” He hiccuped. “ I'm-.. sStill married...My wife just went on a little break that's all!” Yoongi’s eyes became glossy as a single streamed down his flushed cheeks. “She wouldn't leave us-She loves us too much, right?”

“Yoongi.” You only manage to say that. You were speechless. How selfish can you be? You never really cared to think how this is affecting your husbands.

“I’m going to call Taehyung to come and get you. Ok?”

Yoongi grumbled in response.

You sighed. The phone rang but no dice every endeavor ended in a voicemail. “Tae, I need you to come to take Kitten home, He's been drinking way past his limit. Call me when you get the message.”

The only person aware of your whereabouts is baby bear; being so he's the only one who can get Yoongi without jeopardizing your secret life.

Where could he be? You thought.

“She was our everything...why would she leave us?” Yoongi chucked the empty whiskey bottle in the street. “We give her everything. She's so fucking selfish!!” Anger boiled over burning Yoongi's heart causing him to shed tears. “ We miss you- I miss you.”

“Hyung, What are you doing out here?!” Taehyung’s voice boomed.

Feeling somnolent, Yoongi didn't fight when Taehyung bum-rushed him into the car. “ How did he get all the way out here?”

You shrugged. “ Thank you for coming, Baby bear...You got here fast-Where did you-?”

“ I got to go honey pot. I'm in a hurry. I love you.” A quick kiss on the cheek and back in the car. As much as Taehyung adores the ground you walk on, The amount of blood coating his favorite sweater grew troublesome.

He was stabbed twice in the abdomen by some low-life thugs that just ended up corpses anyway. If matters weren’t worse enough, Jimin is the best uncover doctor there is but he’s nowhere to be found.

Which means He has to go to her.

“Anybody but her.”

…..

"Well, Well, Mr. Kim Taehyung, What do I owe the displeasure." She smirked.

"Hello, CL," Taehyung loathed every moment of being in her presence.

…..

“ Alrighty, I have to get going.” You dismissed yourself, bidding your coworkers a wonderful night before heading on your way.

It’s rare for you to get off this late in the night but you couldn’t leave your team in the middle of a bunch of paperwork like that. Strangely calling in quits was the last thing on your mind for tonight, The girls often don’t come home until around three or four am.

Ping!

Odd, There’s no ride out here.

You frankly didn’t make a fuss about it. A beautiful night like this was just the perfect walking ambiance. It takes a few sharp turns and fruitless shortcuts to lead you to a place with a vibrant rouge hue.

The red lighting was alluring like a moth to a flame you followed it. Your heels clicked against the now stone flooring. The atmosphere reversed completely-Everywhere you looked sexual advertisement was plastered about.

Getting the gist you don’t belong here your decision to high tail and leave was out the window. When two women adopted you into their night of fun.

“ You are stunning!” She’s so loud. She’s drunk out of her mind. The women were tall dolls wrapped in luxury lingerie with a fluffy robe to protect them from the winter chill.

“Shhh! You’ll wake up China….You know she looks like the type he would enjoy.” The girls literally spoke above your head using their height to their advantage.

The other girl gasped. “ You are so right, He loves the unhappy married types. The ones who husbands can’t satisfy their needs.”

You can’t even get a word in as the women poke their noses where they don’t belong.

Before you knew. You stared down a building laced with rouge and a vintage feel. A brothel. The women took to a brothel! A lively one at that.

“He’s going to adore her.” The woman squeaked.

Light footsteps of someone walking downstairs put everyone’s conversations on hold.

“Jimin?”

[dittolicous]

Idk why i just imagine Emmet been like "INGO COME OVER HERE!!! WHAT IS THIS?!?!?!" "HOW THESE JOLTIKS KNOW THIS MOVE?!!? *insert any gliscor attack here" "WHY THIS JOLTIK IS WAY BIGGER THAN THE USUAL SIZE?!" "WHY THERE IS A BABY GLISCOR HERE TOO?!?!?!" "CARE TO EXPLAIN BROTHER?! 8)" hahaha he is not mad or anything is just wondering why his Gliscor is also a lady killer/casanova like his trainer (i am making a reference to that one magazine poll post where Ingo was first place in the most handsome pokemon trainer and Emmet got third place) he is happy tho ultimited size joltiks!!

I AM HOLDING THIS TENDERLY. I AM TUCKING IT INTO BED. PATTING IT ON THE HEAD AND READING IT A BED TIME STORY.

Because this is the EXACT dramatic bullshittery playfulness that Emmet will unleash on Ingo. He's not actually mad but it's like 'MY BABY GIRL! HE STOLE HER INNOCENCE! NOW HE MUST MAKE THIS RIGHT AND TAKE HER MANDIBLE IN MARRIAGE. MAKE A PROPER SPIDER-LADY OUT OF HER.' Ingo's losing it trying to make clear replies as he cry laughs over Emmet just going ham on the absolute AUDACITY OF GLISCOR TO BED HIS BEAUTIFUL BABY SPIDER!!!! Turning around tells her she has good taste, that he's proud of her, she's beautiful, she'll be a great mom, spins back around and loses it AGAIN on Gliscor who's just cuddling the babies in blissful ignorance.

HOW DAAAARE YOU INGO, BRINGING THIS IN HOME WRECKING CASANOVA!!!!

Of course they'll hold a tiny Spider/Bat-scorpion marriage and someone WILL give them a tiny bouquet to throw at Elesa's head as she dies laughing over Spider Marriage. Puts Gliscor in a pet tux which causes him to lose his shit like a cat and *bam* hits the ground in wide-eyed terror, refuses to move as they try to drag him around.

Elesa comes over and is like 'Emmet isn't this a bit much?' as he puts the cutest little veil on Galvantula and gets a room set up and turns to her like 'No, it is not nearly enough. I need a cake!'

Spoiled One and Princess (as the two shinys) are Flower Girls.

THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS, ELESA. JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO SCARED TO PROPOSE DOESN'T MEAN GLISCOR IS!

Look Gliscor is like, TOTALLY into Galvantula, she's his spider-warrior-goddess in much the same way Lady Sneasler is to the Weaviles. But she's tinier and WILL kick his ass, and they will love every minute of it.

...They're kinda like the Pokemon equivalent of Morticia and Gomez Addams but less macabre. Peppy but equally ready to do horrible gruesome things. Very in love but also like. Will not hold back. Digs it 100%. (Is this a bug thing? MAYBE! At least she didn't eat her mate!)

Yet, like you said, he's like mentally REELING at the POSSIBILITIES!!! ALPHA JOLTIKS!!!!! ALPHA GALVANTULA!!! POISON HEAL MAYBE!!!! HE WILL MAKE THE ULTIMATE SPIDER MONSTER AND PLAY A TINY BOW ON HER HAIR. SHE SHALL BE NAMED PRINCESS (Though that's the shiny Gligar's temp name ATM). WHAT MOVES CAN BE LEARNED. HOW DO WE PASS ALPHA HERITAGE. HE'S DOING A JIG IN HIS HEAD BUT THAT'LL BE OUR LITTLE SECRET.

Once Ingo is actually able to BREATH again (Please Emmet, he can only take so much, his sides hurt), he'll be equally smitten by the lil alpha babies and OOOOO the POSSIBILITIES!!!!! He might not be as breeder-savy as Emmet, but he can spot a good combo when he sees one, and with how strong Galvantula is (like... yknow, outside of the games lol), how will this translate into Alphas? How does it mix with Gliscor? What, indeed, are the possibilities?

Princess will be a beautiful lil monster who will grow up to properly destroy the Battle Subway with a single Earthquake and thus forever earn her place as Ingo's favorite (....okay it's like a 15-way tie, but the point still stands!).

....I like this ship too. XD

[mirkysconcubinefiction]

Pretty in the Brain

Pairing: Stucky x Reader (****)

Notes: Beautiful and Brilliant reader with touches of Angst and Depression.

Summary: They wanted you because you were pretty, esthetically pleasing, you just wanted to be left alone.

Authors Note: this has been sitting in my drafts for quite some time and I don't have the heart to delete it. It ends at a 'cliffhanger' and if you want to finish this then it's up for adoption or good enough to be left as is. Sorry. 🖤🕳🖤

You were pretty.

Esthetically pleasing.

They said you made looking beautiful effortless with how you carried yourself.

Confident and without shame.

If only they knew just how much you hated your reflection, the wanting looks were tiring and the jealous sneers exhausting but you were smart and that was fine.

Better than fine with 2 degrees and summa cum laude to assist you in getting into a prestigious firm - Barnes & Rogers. An elite pair of husband's that hired you after an excruciating journey of being their temporary assistant and climbing higher and higher.

A pretty face could only get you so far but your brain opened doors... or so you thought.

The flute of champagne twirled between your manicured fingers as your eyes shifted between the two handsome men - they were the epitome of Alpha male energy with a hint of daddy dom.

The world shivered under their gazes and bowed at their feet.

You've seen successful entrepreneur woman gush, faithful spouses remove their wedding rings, they had alot of fish in the ocean outside their office doors to choose from yet they chose you.

Their suit jackets had been removed leaving them in their vests and button up sleeves rolled up showing off their arms - you were a sucker for hands and arms.

Barnes had the top buttons of his shirt undone and tie tossed somewhere showing off a touch of chest hair. Rogers sat on his desk with his square glasses, lazily tugged tie and arms crossed showing off the broadness of his frame.

For a moment you wondered who owned who, both men were obnoxious in their affection, you've caught them many times in blush worthy positions and even a few times with others.

They had no shame.

Was it all for show?

Did it matter?

You lift the glass to your lips, lipstick leaving a smudge of color and feighn a sip, licking off the expensive bubbles from your lips. It was supposed to have been a sip to a job well done, the countless hours, a big win you'd get your name on to help further you career, but instead it tasted bitter and a salute to the end of your career.

"What do you say ****?"

Rogers has a coy smile, there's desire in his eyes, he holds your gaze and it does absolutely nothing. Your heart doesn't flutter, a broken heart is a dull weight, it matches the heavy weight of depression you've battled against since college.

"We can be so good doll." Barnes tries and had you not been on the verge of tears you would have rolled your eyes at the name.

You were pretty.

Esthetically pleasing.

It was why you were hired... it hurt.

To think you gave up your social life for a career you believed you were good at. It didn't matter how pretty you looked, what mattered was your brain, your GPA, your academic achievements and blah blah that attracted the firm to you.

Swallowing down the emotion you stood and looked between the two men, "It's been a long day," your eyes burn and it pushes you to turn away and walk to the door, "Good talk gentlemen."

"****!" Both men call out to you but you ignore them and pick up your jacket and bag from the empty secretary desk that had once been yours, setting down your champagne flute, and made your way to the elevator.

It was late and the offices were empty, you had never been afraid to be alone with either of your bosses but them confessing their desire to fuck you made you hyper aware and with shaky fingers you reach for your mace.

The elevator doors were a polished gold that remained stubbornly closed.

"We want you ****, for a long time now." Rogers poured himself another round of champagne.

"You're all we could think of some night." Barnes chugged his flute that probably cost more than your rent.

"Every dam minute." And Rogers gaze rakes over you like you've seen him do to his partner.

"It doesn't have to change our working relationship princess, we know you're not a harpy."

"You're beautiful not cruel and we know you'll be good for us."

They took turns speaking, "We knew the moment we saw you that you would be perfect for us."

"****!" The memory flits away when your name bounces off the walls, an echo in the empty building.

The elevator was taking way too long and you jabbed at the button again and again.

"Christ **** what is wrong with you?" It was Barnes and he sounded annoyed, you gripped your mace and unclipped the cap. "Running isn't your finest moment." With a ding the elevator doors open, "Come back and we can talk like fucking adults." He grabs your elbow and you gasp at being manhandled and the bite of pain from his grip.

His scowl smooths over - no doubt you looked ugly as sin with tear tracks ruining your makeup - and on instinct you sprayed him in the face.

He screamed.

You jumped into the elevator and stabbed at the buttons as you did your best to breathe through the pain from the mace mist hitting you as well and the fear of being manhandled. Running through the lobby and to the parking garage wasn't your finest moment, slipping on the polished floor and landing in a heap reminded you, you weren't wearing your shoes having taken those killer heels off the moment you could, but you ran nonetheless to your car.

Petrified you peeled out of the garage and into New York traffic knowing your career came to an end - no one told them no.

No one but you and your mace.

.

Your resignation letter was met with silence.

Sharply at 6 am you watched from your bathroom window as your company car was towed.

There was silence from your work colleagues- not one curious soul reached out and you were grateful on that front.

The anxiety didn't ease as you didn't leave your apartment until you absolutely had to, so sure that something bad would happen to you. You knew your former bosses had connections and were petty assholes... it wasn't like you to be so scared but you were.

Maybe they'd leave you be.

Maybe they'd hire someone to hurt you, or worse kill you.

You really needed to stop watching your crime shows but you had given yourself time to sit and let the dust settle before trying to find another job.

Going outside with the sun shining and crisp autumn air was refreshing. The baggy hoodie and overalls helped hide you away and your baseball cap did the trick. At least you thought you looked unassuming as you grocery shopped at your corner bodega and hit a Cafe for a latte before heading back home.

There was no cause for alarm when you made it to your door and unlocked the extra set of deadbolts you had installed. Your apartment was as warm and quiet as you had left it. A few steps in you paused when you saw a giant bouquet of flowers that sat on your chipped kitchen island.

Roses, lilies, and orchids.

Delicately tied with a ribbon but the flowers weren't the only thing sitting like royalty.

"Get the fuck out." You were tempted to chuck a potato at the pair of men sitting on your stools with a deck of cards between them as if they were impatient for your return. As if they had the right to demand your time let alone break and enter into your home.

"We're here to talk."

Your body turns, there's a gun hidden...

"If you're looking for that gun under the cushion it's gone." Steve says casually.

"And the one in your bedroom," Bucky picks up a card from the deck, "All of them really. You have quite a collection doll."

It's the audacity really, the absolute gall, to think you weren't prepared for murder and to hide a body.

Bodies.

The groceries thump on the floor and you make your way to the decorative umbrella holder and pull out your impulse purchase after too many spy movies. The head of the umbrella thumps on the ground but in your hand you grip the handle of a sword.

"What the fuck."

"Shit."

Both men weren't expecting a sword and eyed you warily.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." Each word is pushed through gritted teeth.

"****..." Roger tries but you're absolutely done with them.

"Get out!" They jump back as you step closer, it wasn't a spacious apartment by any means, this was New York. The beautiful bouquet is beheaded with one swipe of your sword, proving the dam thing was sharp and not just a prop.

Their eyes go wide and for once you see the two men you had looked up to at one point show fear. It was a powerful moment broken only by something tugging at your pants legs... you look down only to see what looked like a rat try to claw up your leg. A wrinkly looking thing with wide eyes and pointy ears, it wasn't a rat, worse, it was a kitten.

With one hand you plucked the thing from your leg and your heart all but melted when it let out a cry. "Poor baby..." looking to the two men you glared, "Animals are not allowed you dimwitted twits. Is this a bribe? Are you trying to bribe me?"

"Put the sword away." Barnes begs.

"No!" You hug the poor thing close to you, "Breaking and entering is a crime."

"So is murder!" They both shout.

"Self defense. I know my fucking rights and I have the right to defend myself from the likes of both of you!"

"We're not here to start trouble ****..."

"Stuff it Steve. Both of you leave, I have the right to use this sword to gut you if I feel threatened and seeing as there are two men with double my muscle mass I feel in the mood to cut something off."

You took great pleasure watching the two men crab walk, hands in the air, out of your apartment. The door was quickly slammed in their face and locked... what the absolute fuck was wrong with them?

How was this your life?

What do you do now?

Holding the kitty closer you wandered around do your apartment packing a bag, you needed to leave, it wasn't safe for you here.

Kinda shitty place to end this but I'm all for the suspense of *gasp* what happens next... and to that I say, you decide.

Do you keep up the vibes of "you can both fuck off and die" or "know what, if you beg nicely I'd let you both be my Mister's."

I like both.

I'd take both.

The muse is lost on this one sadly. 🖤💋🖤

[drewstcrkey]

Want You To Need Me : Rafe Cameron

Request : How about midsummers with rafe where the reader is fixing his tie before going out and there’s just so much tension between them because neither of them have confessed their feelings for each other? I hope it’s not too much!! Pairing : rafe x kook!reader Word Count : 1k+ Author's Note : This is short, i know, but i wanted to dip my toes into the writing pool instead of just jumping head in. The next piece i write will be much longer xx

Midsummers was an occasion your parents, namely your mother, often harped on. It was a coming out party, of sorts, at least that's how she made you treat it each and every year. For the last several years you've arrived to the party with the same date. Whether he was entertaining a girl at the time or not, it was known around the Outer Banks that each and every year Y/N and Rafe Cameron would go together. It was simply just the way things were and you loved it - cherished it almost. Despite others opinions the eldest Cameron has and will very likely stay one of your favorite people on this side of the Mississippi. He has been your best friend for as long as the two of you could remember.

“Are you two finally going to make it official tonight?” your mother questions you as she runs around her room, perfecting her appearance.

“Make what official?” you scoff, “we’re just friends,” you remind her but the look on her face says that she knows better.

“Y/N, sweetie, i know you don't think i know anything about kids your age but you and the Cameron boy are not just friends," her tone almost sounding like a warning.

Your mom was not the only one to ever make comments about you and Rafe. You often had to fight off Topper, Sarah, and Kelce on a weekly basis about the two of you. It was as if everyone around you knew something you didn't and it made you crazy. Almost as crazy as when your best friend looked at you and you had to push away the urge to tell him about how there is no one on earth who could make you feel the way he does.

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“Stop fidgeting,” you grumble, dropping your hands from his lifeless tie draped around his neck.

“Sorry,” he chuckles, standing tall with his ever present sly smile displayed across his lightly tanned skin. His eyes dropping down to look at your dainty fingers now back to working their magic on his tie. He’d picked it out to perfectly match the pink dress that hugged your figure perfectly. He’d admired the dress when you’d first showed up at Tanneyhill. He complimented your choice, shoving the words you look like the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen into the back of his mind and just simply focusing on the dress itself.

“Perfect,” your hands patting his chest, a satisfactory look washing over your face at his now perfectly tied bow tie . Rafe doesn’t say anything though and your brows furrow. Looking up to find him not assessing your work but instead just staring at you. If you didn’t know better you’d think his gaze made your heart skip a beat, but of course that was impossible. Friends don't make your heart flutter.

“W-what?” you whisper, your words not breaking the trance he was seemingly stuck in. His ocean blue eyes fixated on your own. “Rafe…” your voice is almost inaudible now as your cheeks flush a bright red.

“Y/N…” Rafe’s voice is raspy from the lack of speaking he’s done. He quickly shakes his head, as if to shake away a thought rummaging through his mind.

“Yes?” your voice is small, and now you are guilty of being in some sort of trance. Eyes taking in every inch of the face of the boy in front of you. Whatever he says next sounds of white noise behind your ongoing thoughts. Why was he so handsome? Why did the way he always asked you to do little things for him make your heart flutter with a satisfaction that he needed you? Why did you want him to need you?

“Y/N/N”, scratching behind his ear, not quite sure what to do at the moment. You finally pay attention to him saying your name, you now giving the same shake to your head as he had previously. “You ready to go out there?” his hand resting on your hip an innocent action, that secretly shot chills through both of your bodies at once. You give a small nod as he starts toward the door, the only barrier between the two of you and everyone else at the party.

“Wait,” you wrap your fingers around his wrist, making him come to a halt. He looks back at you, worry flashing through his eyes.

“What’s up, Y/N?” he questions. Rafe examines your face to see what’s going on before you could even say anything, but he comes up with nothing.

“I, um... i don’t know,” you shrug, eyes glancing over to the door then back at your best friend.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, now taking your hands in his. His touch was comforting and as of recently has become something you longed for, even in small gestures like this. Rafe felt the same, although he’d never admit such a thing to you. “Talk to me, Y/N,” his voice grew slightly frustrated, but he was always good at covering his frustration with a soft look when it came to you.

“You look good,” you say, “very handsome, tonight,” you correct yourself as your eyes admire his appearance. Rafe looks at you with a cheesy grin, your compliment meaning more to him than he was willing to let you know, in the moment.

“I know,” a sly smile replacing the former grin. You can’t help but roll your eyes at his ridiculous arrogance at times. “All thanks to the work my date put into finishing up my look,” he continues. “She’s kind of an angel,” he leans in as if he were about to tell you a secret, “she looks like one too.” Your smile grows, as the two of you make your way towards the doors to the party. Your head leaning on his shoulder for just a second and he places a soft kiss on the top of your head.

It’s not spoken but at this moment the two of you have a silent understanding, there is more to the two of you than just friendship.