#and when someone presents it to you on a silver platter. yeah you're gonna take it.

[katierosefun]

step 1 of watching suits: haha fun plot! look at this little guy pretending to be a law school graduate. yeah this won't have any consequences whatsoever

step 2 of watching suits: oh this little guy and that bigshot lawyer have some good chemistry. yeah they're both committing a crime by having him work at this new york big law firm but it's fun :)

step 3 of watching suits: they're actually facing consequences to their actions now, but oh god i don't want to see either of them lose. yes, they did something terrible but don't we all want to feel a bit special. don't we all feel stuck. doesn't our own ambition swallow us whole. don't we feel insanely loyal to the person who gave us everything. we're going down together. if you go, i go.

[ryanlockheart]

— ₊ ° . ☆ where fletcher might have had it hard growing up, beau had been handed everything on a silver platter. his parents were happily married — at least to everyone on the outside — in their east coast mansion... but beau had ran far, far away from them, opting to do something he loved and suffer through the student loans. things were stressful without a safety net, but beau at least had fletcher. when things were too much for him and forgot the basics — like doing laundry or cooking for himself — fletcher would pick up his slack without even being asked. no one had ever cared for him in that way before, and beau was starting to feel a complex rush of emotions blossoming for the boy with the wavy curls. "it is when y'know 'm gonna look at'cha," beau replied with a grin. "and y'know i'm horny as hell, and you still parade around here practically naked. c'mon, now, princess. y'know what you're doing." he wasn't playing games with fletcher. everything he'd said, he meant. it was fletcher that beau thought of as of late — not his girlfriend, not the girls he tried to get off to on his phone. "don't change, baby girl. i love it," he whispered, fingers brushing away a strand of curls from fletcher's forehead. "gonna wanna keep you to myself. might share you every now and then, but you'll always be mine," beau explained. he was possessive, and he might have a jealous streak that fletcher hadn't learned about yet. he wanted to be the one who could please fletcher like no other, that he'd be addicted to his kiss and his touch. they were off to a good start, it seemed as fletcher went in for another sloppy kiss just seconds after their first. beau welcomed it; his lips moved in tandem with fletcher's, letting their tongues massage against each other. he moaned into the smaller boy's mouth, hands grasping at fletcher's ass. "don't apologize, baby. i love it," he assured him softly. "gonna take care of you too. promise." he could be soft and sweet but downright dirty the next moment. he was sure fletcher's head was spinning, but that was what he wanted. beau wanted to overwhelm him with pleasure. "you're catchin' on. you're gonna be a natural on camera, baby," beau went on. "that ass was made to get wrecked. can't even imagine how many boys are gonna be beatin' their meat to it, wishin' they were me 'cause you're mine." soon enough, that pretty face was looking up at beau, feet pressed firmly against his nose. his toes wiggled against his skin, a smug grin ever-present on his lips. he could tell fletcher was enjoying himself, and it was pretty obvious beau was too by how he palmed himself through the fabric of his grey sweatpants. "yeah, you do, baby. 's fuckin' hot watchin' you down there. you're already addicted to daddy's feet, just from kissin' 'em," beau said with a soft groan. "nah, baby, she doesn't. think you were made to take her place. bet you'd love that. bet you've been thinkin' about this whole time — how you could treat me better than her. she thinks my feet are gross, but you're such a little slut y'want 'em all the time. no matter how rank they are." he'd never seen someone so attracted to himself before, and that just thrilled beau to his core. he wanted every part of fletcher, needed it even. fletcher paid each inch of his foot attention; it impressed beau. he could tell this wasn't just a fluke, that this was something fletcher had craved for a long time. beau certainly wasn't going to disappoint his little princess. "y'look like such a whore down there, fletchy. want you to go stupid on 'em. don'tcha ever think about holding back. show me why you're better than her. show me why you need daddy's sweaty feet," beau instructed. he fished his cock out of his sweats, that massive length smacking against his abdomen. his hand wrapped around the base, gliding slowly upward. "cum from daddy's feet. ruin those pants. you're my little 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙜 aren't you fletchy? say it to me."

fletcher reid had a babyface and a checkered past. his parents split before he was born, and his father never bothered coming around. his therapist seemed to connect that abandonment to his undying need for heterosexual male validation, but fletcher had gotten over that a long time ago. at least he thought he did, until beau came into his life. his new roommate was hot, charismatic, sweet, and completely unavailable — which, coincidentally, was precisely his type. fletcher was hesitant to get involved with someone so similar to the men in his past, but beau had brought down his guard so easily. it would have been pathetic, if it wasn't so hot. "walking around in my own home isn't showing off, you doofus!" fletcher groaned. "it is not my fault that you're too horny for your own good." guys like beau were a total mystery to fletcher. fletcher's head was spinning, trying desperately to make sense of everything the boy was saying. he could hardly believe beau had actual feelings for him — he could understand wanting to make a bit of extra money, but the idea that it could lead to something real was mind-boggling. "what can i say, daddy? 's just what you do to me," he replied, lips curled into a smirk. "you can keep me to yourself, or you can whore me out to whoever you want — 's all up to you, daddy." fletcher's hazel eyes were wide as beau's lips met his own, a whimper slipping past his lips. the last thing he expected from beau was a kiss, but he relaxed into it. just as beau was going to pull away, something carnal took over fletcher's body and pulled him back in. he dug his fingers into the boy's hair, tongue slipping past his lips as he deepened the kiss. "s-sorry... wasn't ready for it to end," fletcher breathed out. "uh, yeah. waffles and eggs is fine w-with me." he couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. the moment was sweeter than any candy fletcher ever consumed, but filth still dripped from beau's lips. fletcher could not yet tell what he'd gotten himself into, but he didn't care. "don't care about anyone but you, daddy. everybody else is just for fun, for views — but i'm your little slut," he assured. "'m all yours, my little pussy is all yours." before he knew it, beau's sinful little game was taken one step further. fletcher was down on his knees, flushed face pressed between the other's sweaty feet. he nuzzled into beau's soles, inhaling his masculine scent with every breath. "but she's not me, daddy. i know what a man like you needs," fletcher teased, pressing a soft kiss to each of his toes. "she wouldn't know what to do with these big, sweaty feet, would she? she wouldn't be willing to get down on her knees and clean them for you after the gym. but me? i want 'em as filthy as i can get them — and i want you to tell me how nasty i am while i worship them." without a second thought, fletcher gave beau his cellphone and turned his attention back to those feet. he lathered his sweaty soles with his tongue, keeping his eyes fixed on beau. fletcher took each toe into his mouth before slipping his tongue between each of them, moaning softly at the taste. "i don't just love your feet, daddy — i'm obsessed with them," fletcher said with a smirk. "been wanting them for weeks, but you know that already. it's ashley that needs to know that there's always someone willing to do what you want — a dirty fucking slut who will worship your boyfriend's feet whenever he wants."

[snapdragon-mina]

Midnight Sun

a/n: @uliscribbles HI ULI I'M YOUR SECRET SANTA 🎅🏾🎅🏾🎅🏾. I really hope you like this and I hope I did this fic justice,,, I'm still super thankful for what you did for me and I still have absolutely no idea how to repay you, so this'll have to do for now ✨. Enjoy!! 💞

Warnings: a couple f bombs, a smidge of harassment for like a second, and that's about it!

Word Count: 1.2k

Being born into royalty has its perks. You gain the ability to get almost anything your heart desires. Growing up, Y/n always had this ability. Being the first born in a kingdom notorious for having gifted rulers, everything except for your soulmate was gifted to you on a silver platter. 

Waking up just after sunrise, you were greeted by your head servant. "Your Highness, we have quite the day ahead of us." She spoke, already helping you out of bed. 

"Yeah, yeah. It's way too early. Please remind me why I had to wake up *right* after the sun?" You yawned and stretched, heading towards the bathroom where the bath was already drawn. Various different scented soaps and oils littered the bathtub.

"We have a lot to do. We need to maximize our time!"

"Mhm... Run me through the schedule." 

Multiple servants were in the bathroom helping you out. One held your hair up and out of the way as you took your bath and finished up. "As you wish, your highness! First off we have breakfast with the queen and king, after that you have to attend the knighting ceremony." 

"Is that all?" 

"I'm afraid not, the ceremony is followed by a ball to celebrate the new knights. As you know, the ball will last until sunrise. Then, you'll be allowed to sleep in again." 

You looked over at her in a way that just screamed "are you fucking kidding me?" She got the memo and laughed nervously. "I'm terribly sorry about this, your highness, but these are the king's wishes." 

"Yeah yeah. Whatever. Help me get dressed please." 

"As you wish!"

You'd gotten dressed and had the ever so pleasant breakfast with your uncomfortably stuck up parents. All that was left at the moment was the ceremony and ball. These were always boring. You'd never managed to find any sort of enjoyment during these events due to the knights all being as equally serious as your parents. 

You stood behind your mother as she recited the same questions to each knight and gave them their "knighthood". This process went on for over an hour until the final knight appeared. Now this one caught your attention. His hair was the same color as the sun with eyes as blue as the ocean. While the other knights stood with terrifying poker faces, this one had an easygoing smile and extremely kind eyes. 

Your mother recited the questions and he all but answered enthusiastically. After she finished and he was officially dubbed a knight, his gaze landed on you for a brief moment, resulting in the small bit of eye contact the universe needed to send a sharp pain to your wrist. 

Your eyes widened in the slightest as you realized precisely what that feeling meant. Subtly, you turned your arm to where your wrist faced you. There, as you expected, was the symbol of a soul match. A silver rose, etched right there. 

You glanced back over at the knight, and noticed him smiling at you excitedly. It was like looking at an excited puppy. You smiled back at him.

You hadn't seen that knight since the ceremony and the ball had started a little under two hours ago. You obviously searched for him but you'd always get roped into talking to some random prince that wished to court you for power. 

"Excuse me, your highness, but I couldn't help notice how amazing you look." One of them purred, grabbing your wrist as you tried to walk off. 

"Yeah whatever. Let me go, I have something to do." 

"What could be more important than talking to a potential mate? I mean, our parents are talking to each other, gorgeous." His voice was like poisoned honey. It was sweet but you weren't stupid. 

"Do me a favor and kindly fuck off. I'm busy." You hissed, startling him. Unfortunately, that only pissed him off. Before either of you could say anything, the knight from earlier had appeared in front of you. It was liked he'd fallen into your lap. 

"Hello, your Highness. Is he bothering you?" He asked. One hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he smiled down at the prince. This smile wasn't like the one from earlier, this one held… sinister undertones. Thankfully, he shook his head and quickly rushed off. 

He turned to you and bowed. "I know you had it under control, your highness, but I couldn't resist. I'm Mirio Togata." 

"I appreciate the help, Sir Mirio. But I really didn't need it." Despite your tone accidentally coming off harshly, he just smiled at you softly. 

"Oh I'm well aware, it looked like things were gonna get pretty brutal if he kept it up. That's a nasty glare you have there, your highness." He offered his arm to you.

You laughed a little and accepted it, leaving the crowded ballroom and heading toward the gardens. 

"So you're the soulmate I never thought I'd meet." You spoke once you both were further away from the ballroom. 

"Yep! Something told me that a major event -outside of being knighted- was going to happen to me today… even if you weren't my soulmate, just being able to see you in person would've been enough for me." He smiled, watching as butterflies fluttered around the flowers. 

You rolled your eyes playfully at the statement. "You're too nice. Thank you, Mirio."

"Anything for you, y/n." 

Two years after that initial meeting, you and Mirio only grew closer to each other. He showered you with compliments weekly, dedicating an entire weekday to just, absolutely showering you with adoration.

Your parents were your biggest concern, but surprisingly, they weren't as strict as you'd thought. Your father was content with you having someone strong and your mother knew Mirio's intentions were pure, so she trusted your judgement. 

When the time came for you to become the next ruler, it was winter. 

Snow covered the ground and snowflakes were still falling as you walked through the gardens with Mirio one last time before you were crowned. 

"Have I ever mentioned how amazing you look in the snow?" 

"Miri, you do everytime it snows." 

"Good. Because you look amazing! Oh, speaking of snow, your favorite animal is a rabbit, right?" Not knowing where this was going, you hesitated before nodding. He smiled wide and picked you up bridal style, running off in a seemingly random direction. You held onto his neck for dear life, squealing at how sudden it was. 

In a few seconds, the two of you reached the castle stable and he allowed you to stand on your own again. 

"Miri, what are you-" He cut you off with a finger to his lips and a wink. You rolled your eyes but waited patiently. Mirio made vague hand gestures to the people taking care of the animals and they nodded. 

5 minutes passed and eventually, Mirio was handed a cage. He smiled and presented you with said cage. "This is one of the newborns. She's old enough to be away from her mother, but it'd be great if you could let her visit every so often."

"I… I don't even know what to say…" 

He looked a little worried, but it went away as quickly as it came when you kissed him. 

"I'll take that as a "you liked it" Then?" He laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

"Of course I like it. Thank you, Mirio. I love you so much." 

"I love you even more, sunshine. Now let's get you back to your room before a certain worker of yours takes my head." He laughed, leading you back towards the palace with your new pet.