#but yeah I have vacation in two weeks so if I write after work name polish what I have outlined

[majoringinsarcasm]

My goal is to have this fic finished before the end of August. Mostly because I want to prove to myself I can fucking finish something. But also it’s Miles centric and I want it our right before Investigations drops because I’m hoping people will be messed with him even more and more people will wanna read it lol

[jjmaybankssurfergf]

Barbados

Notes: I just had to make a Rudy fic of this pic, he’s soooo handsome and just tanned and Sun kissed here he’s just so cute, also i might start writing more for rudy now cause hes my baby

Summary: Rudy loved barbados after filming season 3, and so did you. so after he finished outer banks he brought you back for a little one to two week vacation. while out at a local restaurant, you both cant keep your hands off each other which causes you both to have a sexy time in public

Warnings: slight age gap but both adults! (I have a thing for age gaps since he’s older than me) fluff, cursing, drinking, public unprotected sexy time, exhibition kink, size kink, heavysack!rudy, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, use of pet names, rudy being a flirt, Reader has nipple piercings, titty sucking, height dif (cause im short) i think this might be one of my dirtiest ones i dunno ill let ya'll be the judge, not proof read!, too lazy to capitalize, hope yall enjoy!

Rudy had brought you back to barbados, after he was done with outer banks. you both fell in love with it when you both first went there and you guys just had to go back again. so for a little getaway you guys got a plane flight there, and rented a hotel to spend a week or two there.

Present~

Rudy brought to a local restaurant, close to the beach. you sat next to him giggling when he took a sip from his beer then burped "excuse me" he chuckled watching you smile as you laughed, he wrapped his arm around you kissing your neck and lightly sucking on it. you turned to look at him smiling seeing what he was trying to do, he was trying to get you worked up in public "what are you doing?" you laughed poking his stomach as he kept biting, kissing, and sucking on your neck.

he chuckled nipping your ear "nothin' just giving my girl kisses" you giggle trying to push his head away as he kisses your neck again. you try pushing his head away "rudy noooo were in public right now"

"i dont care i want you right here, right now" he whispers, you turn to look at him surprised by his choice of words and you smack his chest lightly "Rudeth Pankow!" you scold, he chuckles again grabbing your thigh squeezing it a little "Get up" he says his voice more serious than before. you stand up and he gets up after you grabbing your hand pulling you down someone more hidden from public view and discreet.

rudy, pushed you up against a wall his lips attacking yours as he pushed his tongue in your mouth. he started unbuttoning your jean shorts, shoving his hand inside cupping your heat feeling the wetness soak your bikini bottoms. "guess im not the only one who got excited" he chuckles, pulling your shorts down to your knees, and tugging your bikini bottom to the side running his fingers through your soaked cunt.

you let out a moan tilting your head against the wall "fuck rudy" you moan "fuuuck your so wet baby, this all for me?" you nod your head moaning "yes all for you, and you only" he chuckles his thumb starting to rub circles around your clit softly as he had you against the wall. your back arches letting out more moans and whimpers as you feel the knock in your stomach slowly starting to form, rudy starts planting kisses all over your neck along with love bites as he pushed in a finger into your tight cunt.

"o-oh fu-fuck rudy" you moan as he starts thrusting his finger in out of you "fuck mama your squeezing my fingers so tight babydoll" he says adding another finger into your wet pulsing cunt, you let out a gasp as he curls his fingers in you hitting that sweet spot inside of you. you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax as you squeeze his fingers tightly. "Ru-rudy im-im so close" you whimper as his thumb rubs fast circles around your clit putting pressure on it "yeah? gonna cum all over daddys fingers, like a good girl?"

you nod you feeling yourself get closer to the edge as he moves his fingers faster "go on mama cream all over daddys fingers, give it to me baby" his words push you over the edge, you squeeze his fingers tightly creaming on his fingers, you moan loudly as your legs shake and your back arches off the wall. rudy keeps thrusting his fingers in your cunt at a slow pace helping you ride out your high.

rudy pulls his fingers out of your cunt licking your juices off his fingers "fuck baby, took my fingers like a good girl. Ready for my cock?" he says starting to unbuckle his belt, you nod as he spins you around pressing your front to the wall as he pulls his shorts and boxers down exposing his hard angry cock, tip red and leaking of precum.

you turn your head to get a good look and you moan at the sight of his size, he takes his cock in his hands running it through your folds. he groans feeling your juices leak onto his cock "fuck baby, so wet so sticky baby" he groans nudging it to your entrance and it causes you to let out a whimper.

he pushes in all the way stretching you out so good, you both let out a loud moan and rudy pulls out thrusting back in roughly hitting your cervix causing you to cry out. he grabs your hair pulling your head back as he slaps your ass thrusting fast, into your cunt "god mama squeezing me so good, taking my cock so well baby" he grunts moving faster against you, feeling his cock throb inside of you as he keeps hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

you feel his heavy balls slap against you clit, making your legs shake beneath him. he thrusts harder his abusing your velvety walls as he hits deeper into your cunt "o-oh rudy fu-fuck fuck fuck!" you moan loudly and rudy puts his hand over your mouth continuing to plow into you "Keep your mouth shut, dont wanna get caught now do you?" he says groaning as he speeds up his cock swelling inside of you which causes you to whimper as you feel yourself get closer again.

you cry against his hand, your moans and whimpers muffled as your legs shake threatening to give out. rudy noticed this and pulled out quickly spinning your around facing him, he hoisted you up again pinning you against the wall shoving his cock back into fucking you against the wall keeping his pace the same as before. he tugged your bikini top down exposing your pierced nipples, he thrusted into rougher watching them bounce in his face and he let out a groan leaning his head down to suck on them. he sucked and used his teeth to give them a little tug which cause you to let out a cry

"Shhhh baby daddys close not much longer, can feel ya gettin' there too squeezing me sooo tight baby." he picks up the pace and you feel your at the edge, rudys thrusts get sloppier and he feels himself at the breaking point. he reaches his hand down pinching your clit which causes you to cry out cumming on his cock, squeezing him tightly which triggers his climax. he groans giving a couple more thrusts burying his face in his neck stilling inside of you "f-fuck mama" he groans giving your neck sloppy kisses "oh my god" you say out of breath, he pulls out pulling his shorts back up buckling his belt, and then goes back to you fixing your bikini bottoms and helping you put your shorts back on along with you top.

"well" he chuckles "that was fun" you sigh looking at him giggling "yeah it was" he comes back over grabbing your hips towering over you showering you in kisses and he starts to walk you back over to your table were you both were eating "i love you so much sweet girl" he says holding you against him kissing your cheek "i love you too Ru" you say blushing as you guys sit back down

Notes: this is prob the longest and dirtiest ive written, also this took like a good day and a half to write. i hope you guys like it this is probably the best ive written too in my opinion

tags: @kraekat29 @nemesyaaa @chimindity @redhead1180 @princessmaybank

@jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah

@rafeyscurtainbangs @alliisinwonderland05

@maybanksprincess @pankowkisses @pankowperfection

@torturedlexdepartment @smolbean1998

[madamechrissy]

♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Just sexual tension in this chap hehe, more explicit as we go. Gojo is really a dick at first FYI

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 4.2k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Satoru Gojo is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished. This was my first gojo fic so maybe a Lil less put together than my current ones

Masterlist-

Chapter 1

You looked up at him from your desk. You were tired, so damn tired. You needed a fucking break, a long one. Your mind wanders to that vacation away from Tokyo that will never happen, not because you don’t have vacation days or money. Nope, it was  because you work far too fucking much, twelve to sixteen hour days sometimes. For him, your damn boss, Satoru Gojo.

Always asking you to stay late, always running his errands, saving his ass, covering for him. Writing speeches, making presentations, finding him dates even. When Gojo wanted something, he got it, and it didn't matter if it ruined every plan you ever had, you had to get it done for him.

He ran casinos, owned a hotel, a nightclub, you name it, Satoru Gojo owned it. He’d inherited some from his family but mostly he was self made. Even the tower you worked in, Kamo Tower, was one of the best in the city. Everything Gojo touched seemed to turn to gold, or better yet platinum.

You had been so excited two years ago to be his intern, then ecstatic when you quickly moved up the ranks to be his head assistant. You made good money, enough to send home to your family and take care of them too. But you literally were constantly at that man's beck and call.

Your tired eyes lower as you rest your chin on your hand for a moment, for even last night at two am you'd had to run to his fucking rescue.

You were asleep, but the phone never stops fucking buzzing.

Dick boss: I need you.

You: no.

Dick boss: triple OT pay?

You: fuck. What is it?

Dick Boss: I'm in a bit of a bind…

The bind? Three passed out naked women in his bed, and a room destroyed, that he needed to get fixed so he could sleep. Yeah.

The night before? Well he had urgently needed you to pick out his outfit for his soiree, he was too coked out to pick apparently. And Gojo Satoru had so many three piece suits, ties and shoes, it was actually disgusting.

Nanami Kento walks up to you, overworked from his own boss in the building, a trait you two share as head assistants. He hands you a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup, with your name written on it in sharpie, clearly from one of the coffee shops nearby. If you had time to have a fucking life you would have flirted with him, for sure. Maybe he would have, too?

Dirty blonde and handsome, his suit stretched across his muscles just so… and fuck if he didn’t look like he needed a damn vacation too.

“Long night?” Kento asked, grabbing you out of your thoughts, an amused and tired expression on his face. You sigh, nodding.

“Thank you for the coffee. I owe ya one.” You let the sweet liquid hit your lips, eyes peering to Gojo's office. There was some lady in there, pretty as fuck in some crazy attempt at business stripper, but he for some reason was scowling at you. What, you dared to sip coffee and not work for two minutes?

“Not at all. Happy birthday.” 

“Shit that’s today?” You teased, but you did know.

“We don’t really get birthdays.”

“Haha no we don’t. But thank you!”

“Of course. Take care of yourself okay? Gojo is… ugh.” Nanami looked disgusted as he shook his head, pushing up his fancy glasses. You couldn’t help but giggle at that as Nanami walked off.

Your phone rings, because of course Gojo can't just come to you, you must go to him. Your eyes roll.

“Yes, Sir?” You answer the phone, tapping your glittery manicured nails on your desk, the one treat you gave yourself.

“My office.” That silken command may have excited most women, shit, most human beings, but it was a source of annoyance for you.

“Coming.”

You sighed, hanging up the phone and sipping your coffee. The office coffee usually went cold daily with the amount of shit you had to do. You smooth down your dress, adjusting the buckle of your belt just a tad before walking towards the giant glass office.

Gojo’s office had floor to ceiling windows surrounding it that had a ridiculous view of the cityscape below. You all were on the top floor of Kamo Tower, after all. The air was filled with a faint scent, woodsy and fresh, a signature fragrance that lingered in the space, distinctive to Gojo.

As you enter, you see Gojo himself reclining casually in a lavish chair, his signature Gucci sunglasses on, covering those ridiculous blue eyes. Which you honestly appreciated because he made shit hard to focus, even after two years of working as his assistant.

“Sir?” You stand there cautiously, thinking of just putting in your notice then and fucking there, like that dream you had in your two hours of sleep.

“Status update on my meetings?”

“I sent you them all.” He smirked, arrogant. You grit your teeth. “You have two meetings today, Sir, one for the new hotel partnership, then you have a meeting with Mr. Suguru about your casino. And of course, you have your event tonight.”

“Speaking of that, I need you to come with me tonight for the charity ball.” You sigh, shutting the door behind you, resting your aching head against it.

“I asked for tonight off.” You murmur, and Gojo scoffs, grinning, damn fangs like some vampire glinting from the sun that beamed in. He stands, stretching his long elegant limbs, before he walks closer to you, making the scent of him waft through your senses.

“I'll pay you well. Plus you’ll be going as my date for the event, not going to make you actually work. You'll get to relax and shit. Drinks and food.”

“As your date?” You blink, pursing your lips.

“I know, it’s kinda a dream scenario.” He laughed at his own joke, a habit he certainly had.

“Since when does CEO Satoru need a date? Especially me . I can just arrange you a date like I always do.”

“It's a delicate partnership and I need someone who is smart. Not eye candy. I need you, law school girl. Plus you’re American, and a lot of the people there are too. So it’s a no brainer.” You sighed, the comment about eye candy biting.

Men hit on you pretty frequently, any time you weren’t working, which you could not say was very often. But of course Gojo banged models on the regular, and you had no time to look like a model, you barely had time to slap on some mascara and concealer every day to hide how tired you were.

“So you don't need anyone pretty… is what you're saying.”

He pauses then, frowning at you. “You're very pretty.” He'd never said that. He'd barely complimented your work. You catch your breath; looking up at him, curious how he had gotten just an inch away.

“‘Not eye candy.’”

“We'll no, you dress kinda boring… like business and shit. Not sexy at all. I mean I’ve never seen you not in a business dress unless it’s at night and I call you, then you wear pajama shorts and shit?”

You snort. “I would dress up if I had a life. All I do is work.”

“Exactly, that’s what I mean by not ‘eye candy’. How you dress, not your looks. But I'll make sure your outfit looks killer, no need to thank me.” Gojo winks at you, lowering his shades, those insane cerulean eyes making you overheat against your will. Big and glittering with silver, the irises the prettiest blue that the earth could scarcely recreate. Eyes that made anyone do anything he wanted.

You were almost immune to that by now.

“It's my fucking birthday and you want me to do overtime?” You demand, and frowns with those full lips.

“Birthday?” Gojo looks confused, as if you should not have one of them, for it’s inconvenient.

“Yeah. Twenty-sixth.”

He evaluates you. “Why did I think you were like twenty two?”

“I’m not sure. If I was I wouldn’t even have my law degree yet, baby face maybe. But it’s my third birthday here, and you never give me the day off. I will absolutely not put in OT.”

“What, you have plans, hot shot?” Gojo chuckles, his tone mocking.

No. Sure don't. “Yep.” You lie. He knows.

“Cancel em.” He shakes a hand dismissively and you scowl.

“No.” You cross your arms under your breasts, and his gaze darts down for the briefest of moments.

“No?” No one turned Gojo down. No one ever told the gorgeous CEO no. His six foot four frame hunched as he placed an arm on one side of you, peering down, frown still on his handsome features. You bravely glare back up at him.

“No. Gojo, I'm really exhausted, and I just want to have fun and actually relax for my birthday.”

“Have fun with me. And make killer money. Win win.”

“That's work. Not fun.”

“Hmm.” He tilts your chin up with his long fingers, making you peer up at him, surprised at the contact. “I'll make it fun. Promise. Then I'll give you the day off tomorrow. Deal?”

“I could find you a smart American girl? Eye candy too.”

“You're my best, though, I need you.”

Bastard.

“Ugh. Fine.”

He grins, and you catch a breath as he backs away. “Good. I'll have the outfit brought to your apartment later? I’m assuming you don’t have anything fancy enough for this one.”

“Probably not. Fine. Need my size?”

His eyes are drinking you in as he smirks. “You think I haven’t gathered your size by now?” Your cheeks overheat. Though you’re used to him, at the end of the day you still had a damn vagina, and it reacted to him. He chuckled deeply, turning away and waving a hand. “You're dismissed.”

Just like that, your birthday night was just work. Work for Gojo.

***

“Can’t wait to put in my two weeks ugh.” You grumble to yourself as you finish up your makeup, for once having fun with it. If you had to work your birthday you would absolutely look gorgeous for it. Lashes, winged liner, red lips.

The dress he had ordered laid in a satin box on your white day bed. You sigh, opening it finally, and you blink rapidly as you look at the gown encased in baby blue and white tissue paper, the colors of Gojo himself. You gently pulled out the gown and most of your irritation died off.

Black and decked with sequins, it glittered in the light, it was a velvety fabric, as soft as a caress. As you slid it on it glided over your curves, accentuating the nip at your waist, the arch of your hips. The neckline plunged ridiculously low, revealing a generous amount of cleavage that you typically kept under wraps at work. You wonder how Gojo knew you had just so much up top…

Pervert is what he was.

Pervert with killer taste.

The dress had a slit that went dangerously up one of your well toned thighs, exposing nearly all of one leg, while the rest of the dress hit the floor. It was if he truly knew every measurement you had, for the dress could not have hit any better. Those damn analyzing eyes of his…

You spun to look at the back of the dress, which dipped daringly as well, exposing an expanse of skin, from shoulder blades down to the dimples on your lower back. You rummage through your little cherry wood jewelry box, eyeing to see what would work with the dress. Luckily, everything went well with black, so you snatched up a pretty silver cross necklace and earrings.

A text pops up, and you read it.

Dick Boss: Waiting out front in the car.

You: Just a few.

You slip on your shoes and spritz some body spray on, your favorite from Victoria’s Secret you save for special things, then slide on a pair of black heeled boots, contemplating putting on underwear. Did it matter what kind? It wasn’t like you’d had any dick since like college at this point. And you definitely weren’t fucking Gojo, since neither of you were interested.

You because you saw the girls he fucked. Him because… you weren’t ‘arm candy’. Or a dumb ass bimbo. Sometimes you wished you were, since they seemed sweet and happy in life, while you drowned.

Dick Boss: I’m waiting…”

Fucking Gojo. Ugh. You decide to slide on some lacy boy shorts, just in case that slit did go too high you’d have some coverage. Peeking one last time at the mirror, you had to admit you looked beautiful. You text Gojo.

You: Coming now.

You locked up and headed down the stairs of the apartment building, and there was Kiyotaka, Gojo’s driver, opening the door of the black limo for you. Kiyotaka, who somehow was your age now. That boggled your mind more than Nanami. Gojo wore people out, very clearly, but even you had it easier than Kiyotaka.

“My lady.” He said sweetly, and you smiled at him, sliding in, and there Gojo was across from you, long arms spread across the backs of the seat, his head rested back so that his throat was exposed. His head snapped down, and he looked right at you, no sunglasses, only those eyes. His lips parted, and you tensed, prepared for some lewd comment or rude one.

He blinked those white spiky lashes, arms sliding down as Kiyotaka shut the door, gaze taking you in ever so slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. You felt yourself holding your breath as it lazily traveled down and back up your body, clutching your little black evening bag tightly.

“You look…” He trailed off, shaking his head a bit.

“Thank you for the dress.” You cut him off. He exhaled, nodding.

“Of course. Consider it my birthday gift. You look… really fucking hot.”

You giggled at that. Not beautiful or breathtaking. But you’d take it. “Thank you, the dress is so beautiful.”

“Your body is that banging and you hide it like that?” He was somehow right next to you now, and you shiver a bit at the nearness. “I should reprimand you.”

You roll your eyes. “I can’t dress like this at work.”

“You sure the fuck can. I’m the boss, I say so.” His fingertips trailed down your shoulder, and it sent tingles through your body. Why was he so close? “I’m buying you a new wardrobe.”

“The fuck you are. I like to be professional, unlike you.” You smack his hand off errantly, and your bare shoulder grew cold without the touch.

“You do really look good.” You took in his outfit, a black tux, which fit his slim muscles perfectly. It was some shit Bruce Wayne would wear. Maybe Gojo was some super hero or villain. It would fit.

“You do too. You always do.”

“I know.” He winked at you, leaning forward to snatch up champagne and pop it, pouring you both glasses. You took one, letting the bubbles tickle your nose, taking a sip of the sweet drink, moaning softly and shutting your eyes.

“Delicious.” You lick your lower lip and find him a breath away. You don’t move, but you’re frozen, confused as he looks at you like he never has. “Satoru?”

“Are you really thinking of quitting?” He asked softly. You have never seen Gojo like this.

“How did you know?”

“I know everything, baby girl.” He gently runs his long fingers through your hair, a rare frown on his lips.

“Baby girl? The fuck, Satoru. Yes I was thinking of it, an seducing me is not going to change my mind. Is that the point of this?” You demand, irritated, and against your better judgement, fucking horny. His eyes study your own seriously.

“If that was my intention, you’d damn sure know.” Each word was bit out, distinctive, and his hand tightened in your hair, far too strong, yanking your head back. You scowl up at him, your hands clenched into fists.

“Oh, would I?” You challenged him, notching your chin up a bit. He laughed but it was without humor.

“How many women have you heard me fuck in my office? How many have you had to send home? You think I don’t know how to fuck the shit out of you if I wanted to. You wouldn’t even be able to walk.”

Gojo’s whisper was against your lips, and you could taste whiskey on his breath, mixed with his mints he constantly sucked on. He wasn’t touching you, but he was so close you could feel him…

“I won’t fuck you though, so what’s the point of even joking about it. You don’t want me anyway. Not your type.” He snorted, and one of his big hands came to your waist, touching the bare skin of your back and wreaking havoc on every sense you’ve ever had.

“You know my type?” You nod. His thumb brushed under your breast, an action that made the peaks of your breasts tighten, aching against the sequined gown. Damn if his gaze didn’t drop down. You cursed yourself. “The women who entertain me aren’t necessarily my type.”

“Hmm.” It grew difficult to focus. You sip your champagne, leaning back a bit, but Gojo’s grip stays. “It doesn’t matter. You’re talking out of your ass. Too much cocaine tonight?”

His grip tightened, and it made you gasp, looking up at his darkened eyes in the dim light of the limo. “I haven’t had any. I’m just pretty fucking irritated my best assistant wants to leave. You’re ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful!” You snort at that, tossing back the champagne and grabbing at his hand, his wrist, trying to get him off of you. “How the fuck, Satoru? I literally do everything for you!”

“And I pay you damn good!”

“I know. I’d rather be broke somewhere than do sixteen hour days. It’s my damn birthday and here I am!”

“As if you really had plans. You have no friends and no life.”

“Bullshit.” You grit your teeth, shoving at his hard chest. “That’s because I have no damn time! You think I wouldn’t have a boyfriend or something by now?”

“Maybe that’s your problem, why you’re so bitchy and stuck up all the damn time. You need to get fucked good.”

You slapped him then. Slapped your Boss. Slapped Satoru Gojo.

His hand caught your wrist, brutally squeezing, pale cheek just hinted with pink from your mark.

“Ring a little true?”

“I can get fucked if I want.” You yank your hand back.

“I didn’t say that. Clearly you can get fucked. It’s just you don’t even want to and you blame it on my hours, as if you were the type.”

“I’d fuck Nanami Kento if I had any damn time.” Gojo’s eyes widened at that, and his grip on your waist became brutal. “Yep. Sure would. He’s built as fuck, oh and he remembered my birthday. If either of us had time I sure would. So does that answer it for you?”

Gojo bared his teeth at her, a little blue vein in his temple popping out. Your heart beats in your chest, brutally, the thudding loud in your ears. “You… would fuck… Nanami… Kento?”

Each of his words were forced through his teeth.

Ah, you made him mad.

Good.

“Who wouldn’t? He’s hot.” You try to shrug casually.

“Out of anyone in the office?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Including me.”

You open your mouth to say yes, but you know it’s not fucking true. Of course you’d have fucked Gojo, if he wasn’t a dick boss, if he was just a dude…

Look at him.

“Cat got your tongue?” His free hand caught your chin, forcing your gaze to his piercing one. You gulp, licking your lips.

“No.”

“No, what?” His voice was a wicked caress.

“No… not including you. Goddammit. Is that what you want to hear? That I’m not blind? Of course you’re attractive, and you know it, stupid!”

He scoffed. “You’re childish.”

“You!” You shoved at him again, and he let you go, grabbing your glass and refilling it, watching you like a hawk. “It changes nothing. I am planning to leave. I will find a replacement, someone even better than me.”

“There is no one better.” He sounded sincere, a rare thing for Gojo, emotion cracking in his voice as he downed his own glass.

“You think fucking me will keep me as your damn assistant?”

“It’s worth a shot. I’m the best fuck there is.” He shrugged, some of that casual demeanor coming back, and you wanted to yell at your body for its reaction.

“It won’t happen.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“You’re my boss!”

“But you’re leaving.”

“I…”

“Hmm? You seem at a loss for words.” You scowl, looking out the window as the lights flickered by.

“Are we there yet?”

“Childish.”

“Says you!”

“You need a good orgasm. Or ten. Get you to be less of a stuck up nag.”

“I do not! And I am not!”

“You do, and you are.”

“I orgasm plenty, thanks!” You felt your body on fire at that, and Gojo couldn’t look more satisfied, like the Cheshire fucking cat, the grin as wide as it could go, running his hand through his silken white locks.

“Oh, do tell.” He practically purred.

“Cut the shit, Satoru. You’ve never talked like this in the years I’ve worked with you, where the fuck do you get off?”

“I get off in women. Or on them.” He shrugged, enjoying your open mouth, once again lost for words.

“You know I did not mean that!”

“Where do you get off? On a dildo maybe.” You blinked, eyebrows low in a scowl, wanting to hit him again. “No, don’t look the type. Maybe a rose toy. Hmm… or just these little things.” Gojo lifted your hand, already small but ridiculously small in his own, swallowed by him. “They don’t hit deep enough, do they?” His whisper shook you to your core.

You burned, breathless, as he held out his own hand to yours, fingers so fucking long they rivaled the length of a dude’s dick. Likely larger than the couple of dude’s in college, which was about all of your experience. He grinned as you stared on, palm hot and hard against your own.

“I… you…” You wanted to cuss him out. Quit right then.

You also wanted his fingers in you.

“I could get you off, put you in a good mood. We don’t have to have sex for that.” His hand took your own, putting your hand by your heat, between your thighs.

“Why… are you…act- acting like this?” You managed to breathe out, but you had no energy to move away from him, or shove his hand off. Because if you were being honest with yourself, you’d love to ride your frustration out on him.

“Maybe I realize how much I need you to stay as my assistant.” Gojo’s supple lips kiss down your jaw, firm but delicate, as his hand brutally grabs yours and shoves it against yourself, moaning in your ear. “Is my assistant already hot for me? Are you that easy to get wet?”

“Fuck off.”

It’s a whisper. You want it. And you hate him. You hate that your pussy is pulsing against your joined fingers through the barrier of your panties, that the moan in your ear made you wonder what he sounded like when he came. Gojo slid his own finger against your panties, pausing, moaning again, pulling back to look at you.

He was gorgeous.

Your chest rose and fell with your breath.

“Fuck.” He whispered, and something was just different. You saw Gojo with women, always so self assured. But something seemed surprised, vulnerable, when his long finger pressed against the damp sticky fabric, just grazing your clit. You arched your hips up, and his fingertip ran up slightly, pressing more, and Gojo’s lips were just a breath away…

“We’re here, Sir, my Lady.”

Fuck.

You two shot apart, and you struggled to catch your breath, adjusting your dress, gulping down one more glass for good measure. Gojo adjusted his pants, not even looking at you, clearing his throat. You cursed as you saw his tie.

“You can’t tie a tie for shit, Satoru.” You leaned over to him, pulling it apart gently and re-tying it. You noticed his Adam's apple bob up and down. He was quiet. Satoru Gojo, quiet. “There.”

“Thanks.” He said gruffly, and your eyes met.

What the fuck just happened?

Kiyotaka opened the door, exposing them to some cool night air, and you got out, curious just how the fuck this birthday night was going to go.

Chapter 2

Completed fic on ao3, will post chaps on here as well

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/140629990

[obsessedhoneycomb]

Her

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: being stood up by your fiancé a week before the wedding is something woman doesn’t want to go through in her life, ever

Warnings: nothing special maybe heartbreak, break up, curse words, cheating, no use of Y/N, one use of L/N

A/N: I really love Sex and the City movies, so this is basically inspired by the events from the first movie. My English is sometimes hot or not, so I’m sorry for any mistakes! Please don’t use my writing without my consent, also I don’t own any of the pictures! Enjoy.

“There’s no possible cancellation, miss. You need to come to the honeymoon vacation or it’ll expire.”

Yes, the word honeymoon. Woman without a man. The man who stood her up week before their wedding. It was all perfect, everything about their love. And yet, here she stood, single, heartbroken and humiliated in front of the suite for newlyweds that carried their names Mr. and Mrs. Russell. Out of all the girls from the grid family, Kelly was the one to be there for her. She packed her up and got her on this vacation, because she already payed a lot for this to be a surprise for George. One that he’d never forget, one with which she’d shown him how she loved him.

For two days straight she only slept. Kelly fed her a little with some fruits and yogurt from breakfast. It was painful to watch her close friend to suffer like this. She looked pale, her face puffy from all the crying, and her gaze was dull.

As the night fell on the resort in Mexico, Kelly picked up her phone, Max was FaceTiming her.

“Hey, babe. How is it going?” He asked with frown.

“Hey, love… please, promise me, that if you ever want to break up with me, don’t you dare to propose to me before that.” Kelly said in sadness.

“How is she?”

“It’s bad. She’s sleeping for second day already. You should see her face when she saw the name tags on the door… it was like a punch in the gut.”

“I’m really glad, that you’re there with her, Kells. She deserves the best. I must’ve restrain myself very hard to not punch George when I saw him at the paddock today.”

“Wait, what? He’s back at racing? I thought that he was supposed to get a break from all that stuff, like he said to her.”

“Don’t say it to her, but… There’s this woman with him here, like a shiny bracelet on him. Lando nearly threw up from the sight of them and everybody here is giving him a silent treatment.”

“Holy shit… this is a nightmare.”

“Yeah… keep her away from socials, she doesn’t need more heartbreak than she already received.”

“No probs, babe. I’ll keep her occupied and her phone is with me anyway and it’s turned off.”

“Okay, I’ll keep you posted. Take care, love you.”

———

Fourth day into vacation she got up from bed, surprising Kelly at the terrace for breakfast.

“Hi, K.” She said, her voice raspy from all the sleep.

“Ah, the sleeping beauty. How are you today, darling?” Kelly hugged her instantly.

“It’s strange, but good. I think the most of the hurt is gone. I know it’s not that simple, but today is good and I’m gonna enjoy it.” She softly smiled but her eyes spoke another story. Kelly gave her a sympathetic look as they talked through the breakfast.

“Max is wishing you well. He’s so worried about you.” Kelly said sipping on her coffee.

“Aw, thanks. He’s a good man, Kelly.” She smiled kindly with little sigh.

“Hey, don’t let your mood flatten, we’re here to have a good time, you’ve worked hard for this. So, we’re gonna make the most of it.” Kelly said with amused smile.

And they did. Girls nights, partying a little, spending afternoons at the pool and beach, some trips around the resort too. Two weeks went by like a click, when they stood at the airport waiting for Max’s private jet.

It was also first time after that weeks of freedom when Kelly gave her her phone back.

“It’s time to go back to reality and I know it’s gonna be hard, but we’re gonna do this. Don’t get those things get to your head. You’re you and you’re the most amazing human in this world.” Kelly reassured her.

She turned on the phone with her stomach churning. Millions of notifications of messages, emails and tags. In the tons of photos at the socials she noticed that one photo, that George posted. She felt like she’s gonna throw up. All the sickness was back, the pain in her chest too.

“Mi amore. Love you to the moon and back.”

George and his new girlfriend. She was so pretty, like a doll. And god, how he was glowing.

As they boarded the plane, Kelly noticed the turn in the her mood as she slipped her phone to her bag.

“I guess you found out, don’t you?” Kelly asked with frown.

“Y-yeah. I don’t know what to say, it’s driving me insane. And he’s back at racing, he just… he’s a fucking liar.” She was at the rage stage.

“It’s gonna be okay. We‘ll manage.”

———

And it was true. Kelly managed to get a people to pack her things out of their shared apartment with George, the first day they went on that vacation. She didn’t want to stay in Monaco, she wanted to go back home to London, where her flat was for rent. She was lucky that it was free in the moment.

Getting from the Heathrow airport was like a blur, feeling all the nostalgia from the surroundings and memories of her past life were everywhere. But it didn’t hurt as much as when she finally unlocked the door to her apartment, getting in the known scent and looking over the boxes there and there. All her life packed like it meant nothing. She was in no mood to start unpacking, because she was afraid to untangle the suppressed emotions. It was a job for her in the next months.

———

It was like six months after the called off wedding. She shut down her socials, getting herself a fresh start with private profiles with a few people following on them. Her main public profile was still up, she didn’t post any new photos, the last post there was a photo of her tasting the sweet cake for wedding with caption wedding vibes #therussells.

She turned her attention to the direction of self love, reconnecting with her old friends in London and little bit of vacations and mainly work. Her going to the Monaco was absolute no go, so when someone from her grid friends wanted to see her, they needed to visit. But they were more than glad. Nobody talked about George, it was her strict rule number one. She practically erased him from her life and mind.

Life just has a strange ways to make things a little crazy.

Sunny morning in London, she went to the café for her morning coffee. She liked to try new places. As she was on the phone working already, she ordered a waited for the cup of hot love.

George sat in the corner of this café, looking through the newspaper like a classic English gentleman. His life turned upside down for the last six months. He was now reminiscing all the things he had done and how he hurt people around him. Brushing another feeling of shame off of him, he looked up from newspaper and his eyes found her standing at the order counter. It was like some nasty dream, ripping his heart apart for another time. She stood there, talking over phone, smiling with her classy appearance. Thinking about the way he wanted to approach her, he tried not to look suspicious. He was the one, who made her life hell, betrayed her the worst.

She slid her phone to her purse, got her coffee and turned around to get out of the café, when she spotted George already staring at her. She was so taken aback by seeing him, that she bumped into the glass door. Hard. Feeling her head spinning and the blood running from her nose, coffee was everywhere on her skirt. People around her was at her immediately, helping her, but she was in some kind of trance.

“Excuse me, please. I need to get to her. Hey, are you okay?” George got through the crowd to her, his protective persona on, getting his white napkin to wipe her bloody nose.

“I-I’m not…” she said still in shock.

“I’m going to take you to the hospital, you may have broken nose.” George frowned in guilt because his presence caused this.

She only nodded, there was no place for denying it. George gave her reassuring squeeze to her shoulder and guided her to his car, which was parked outside on the street. Feeling his hand on her back and on her arm felt strange.

Ride to the hospital was quiet. She held the napkin at her nose, blood was slowly stopping pouring, and she was staring in front of herself, still processing what just happened. She felt her anger rising in her, how dare he shows in her life now, when she’s been on the good way of healing her wounds.

“Why are you here?” She mumbled slightly wincing in pain.

“There’s race in Silverstone this weekend.” He said taking the last turn to parking lot at the hospital. As he stopped the car, she put all her strength to get out from the car without his help.

“You can go, I’m gonna take care of myself.” She took quick steps towards the hospital.

“Wait! I’m not gonna let you handle this alone. I caused this, so let me take care of it.” He ran after her, softly grabbing her arm.

“At least please just don’t touch me, George.” She got out of his grasp still walking.

They were waiting for doctor to see her, while George wrote down the application for her. He stopped at the column about family status. Flagging it as married, he hoped that he would get access to information about her condition. She just signed it off not caring about anything. Her phone rang, it was Kelly. Oh god, they were supposed to meet today.

“Hi, Kells. I really can’t talk right now.” She tried to talk coherently but her lips started to get swollen from the crashing to the door.

“You sound weird, are you okay?” Kelly asked in concern.

“Yeah, I just bumped into the door at the café, hard, that I might have broken nose. I’m currently at the hospital.” She sniffled a little blood.

“What?! I’m getting there, we’re already in London!”

“No, no! Actually I’m not here alone.” She looked up at George.

“You’re full of surprises, girl. Is that the new man, you’re seeing?”

“No, it’s not him. It’s George.”

George was listening to her conversation and pinpointed the word him. Is she seeing someone new? Is she in love with him?

“Holy shit, what the fuck?!”

“Calm down, K. I can’t talk right now, all you need to know, that I’m okay. I’m gonna text you, bye.”

She sighed putting her phone to her purse.

The awkward silence between them lasted for a while.

“Is there- are you-“ he started to ask but it came out as a blurt.

“I’m not seeing anyone, if that’s what you want to ask. I’m just tired of questions if I’m still single, so I said to my friends that I’m working on my dating life. So no. I can’t love anyone after what you’ve done to me and you have this sick luck of hurting me still.” She said with sad sigh.

“I’m sorry.” He said plainly.

That was words she wanted to hear from him all this time. She met his gaze full of guilt.

“I’m so so sorry. I was just stupid and foolish, I really didn’t care about things I had around me, in my life. I was so ungrateful. And I hurt the most precious thing in my life. You. No words can mend the wounds I caused. I just want to make it up to you, so bad.” His eyes was glistening with tears as he talked sincerely.

She processed all the words he just said. Her heart broke again, but now for him. For the way how he talked, how he was honest. After that months of silence between them and his lies from the last conversation they had together.

“I forgave you. A while ago. I just didn’t understand those lies you told me. About you taking a break from everything we shared together, that it drowned you. And then I saw that post on the socials, you back at track with her.”

George felt pang in his chest, he was deeply ashamed of his actions. Before he could say anything else, nurse peeked from the doctors office calling her inside. She stood up and George assisted her.

“You’re her husband right? You can come inside too.” Nurse politely smiled.

She wanted to protest but George interrupted her. “Yeah, I am. Thank you.”

After getting some scans and check up, doctor said, that she doesn’t have broken nose, just little bruised and that in few days the swelling would be gone same as bleeding.

George took her to her apartment, helping her with everything she needed. Sitting on the couch with cup of coffee in her hands, he was in process of putting the cream on the bruise on her nose. She sat still her eyes closed. He took in her features, how she was still herself. The same woman he loved, and still loves.

“You’re supposed to be with her, not with your ex fiancée.” She said while opening her eyes to look at him.

“I’m not with her for some time now. As much as it was mesmerising, it wasn’t it. I had time to think about my mistakes. I was the number one asshole.”

“You were, that’s for sure. I was so mad at you, angry and pissed off. You just threw our lives we built together out of the window. We could’ve talk about that, I would understand anything. But not that huge heartbreak you put me through. I had a surprise honeymoon booked for you. And I went on it with Kelly, because it cost really so much money…” her eyes were filled with tears as she relived the memories of pain.

George looked down in shame, he was pained by his actions towards her. She truly loved him, deeply, she was always so caring and he was… him.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve talk to you more, not just tear you from me and destroy our life.”

Their conversation was interrupted by doorbell.

“That’s most likely Kelly and Max.” Grace said. George retreated from her as she stood up to get to the door. As she opened, Kelly hugged her immediately and Max looked through the space for George with mad look.

“How are you, love?” Kelly looked at her nose with frown.

“I’m good, Kells, really. George took care of me.” She softly smiled.

“Really? No doubt that he did.” Max looked with narrowed look at George, who stood in the doorframe to living room.

“I’m on my way out, I see that she’s in good hands.” George said plainly.

“In the best hands.” Kelly said with not amused look.

She sighed tired from all the tension.

“Take care.” George kissed her forehead lightly as he brushed off around them.

All three of them were looking at his figure until he disappeared in the elevator.

“How- what the actual fuck?” Kelly asked looking at her flushed face.

“Kells, please.” Max groaned at the word fuck.

She took them inside as she prepared some coffee for them.

“How was your flight?” She asked casually.

The duo looked at her in disbelief. “You just had your ex in your home and you’re asking us about flight?”

“Yeah and yeah?”

“Tell us everything!”

She sat in front of them in the armchair. “I was at the café this morning, you know, I like to try new places and he just happened to be there. I spotted him and I was so in shock, that I crashed to the glass door. He got me to the hospital, took care of everything. And he apologised for everything he put me through. He said that he was number one asshole.”

Max snorted as Kelly looked over him with stern look.

“And then you came and that’s it.”

“He kissed you. You’re okay with that?” Kelly asked sipping on her coffee.

“Why not?”

“Because he practically left you at the altar?”

“Oh that. I nearly forgot about that.” She gave her an sarcastic smile.

“You’re falling for his lies again.”

“No, I’m not. We just talked, he was nice. I deserved to know, what was on his mind and behind his actions. I can move on now.”

“Can you?”

The question was hanging in the space. She was sure, to this day, that she wouldn’t even lay her eyes on him. But it was all nice and she felt loved again. All the wrong things.

“Can you?” Kelly asked again.

“Fine! I don’t know!” She rolled her eyes.

“You’re unbelievable. He broke your heart, you were a mess. And now he’s messing with you again.”

“I know, I know all that. And I’m grateful for the care you have for me. But… it’s complicated.”

“It’s not. You love him.” Max interrupted them. Kelly gave him another look of disbelief.

“I’m not sure, I don’t know. I’m not ready for anything but it feels so close to home.”

“Jeez… just be careful. Anyway, it’s perfect timing really, because we wanted to get you to spent a weekend at Silverstone with us.” Kelly said with sour face, now her idea sounding not so perfect.

“I need to think about it. And I don’t know how this thing will turn out to appear.” She pointed to her bruised nose.

“You know the power of makeup, dear.” Kelly rolled her eyes.

“As much as I like you here with me I need some space right now.” She said with sigh.

“Just think about it and give me a call and we’ll manage it. You could use some fun around old friends.” Kelly said while she hugged her.

Max gave her reassuring smile as they walked into the elevator.

———

She took a shower as she thought about George. How his fingertips felt against her skin, his scent calming her down, how he looked at her with care and love, he was completely different. He looked like he was ready to die for her.

Then there was the other side. How she felt humiliated when he left her at the restaurant in Monaco with smile, ready for his new life.

How the ring on her left hand was somehow heavy.

Thoughts there and there, she needed to be honest with herself.

She loved him. Still. And truly. Even after all of this.

As she laid in bed scrolling through her phone, she got a call from unknown number.

“I have a package for you, is this Ms. L/N ?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

She went down to receive the mystery package. Back at the apartment, she opened it. There was VIP and paddock pass with her name, also she spotted a sticky note with handwriting.

“Just in case you want to have fun on the weekend. GR”

Her heart skipped a beat as she read those words. Snapping a photo of it she sent it to Kelly with comment I think the plans are clear for the weekend. Kelly answered with crazy emojis and comment I can’t wait.

She decided not to tell George that she’s actually coming, because he deserved a little silent treatment. He’s gonna need to win her heart back.

As the Saturday approached, she was already on her way to the paddock gates. The first she spotted her was Lando.

“Oh my god! Am I dreaming?” He nearly shouted as he hugged her tight.

She giggled happily. “No, this is real.”

Greeting with others went well as she arrived at the Mercedes hospitality, her stomach churning and turning in nervous way, reliving all the memories she had there. She got to chat with some people, which were surprised that she’s there. Nobody had the courage to ask her, why she’s there and she was glad.

Grabbing some coffee she stood outside on the little terrace looking at the Silverstone track. It was like coming back to home.

“You came.” The voice said behind her causing her to turn around. There stood George, wearing his Mercedes shirt and white pants along with kind smile.

“I thought that you not being sure if I’d come, would be a good treatment for you.” She sipped her coffee with a little smile.

“I absolutely deserve that.” He said coming to her side.

“I’m sorry about yesterday. Kelly and Max were there for me for all that shit you put me through. They’re worried.”

“I understand that. They’re really good friends. I’m grateful that they helped you through tough times.”

“I thought I’d never see this again.” She looked over the track.

“I thought I’d never see you here again.”

“I don’t want to poke in that hurtful things from past anymore. If anything, I want things from fresh start.”

“Again, I’m sorry. And I understand.”

“You know, it’s not like winning race to win my heart.”

“I’d likely do both.”

“We’ll see.”

She chuckled as she was enjoying messing with him.

“Good luck.” She smiled softly giving his arm a little squeeze as she walked out to find Kelly.

———

George got the pole position and she couldn’t be more proud. She fought that huge smile on her face as she noticed, how Kelly was watching her. Max took a second place.

She leaned against the frame of the entrance to the Mercedes garage, where George celebrated with everybody around him. Then he noticed her standing there and smiling proudly. Immediately he walked towards her getting her into his tight embrace while she giggled.

“You’re incredible, George.” She said laughing.

“You’re my lucky charm.” He said as he placed kiss to her hair. His embrace was warm and soft. All she missed that long.

“Please, just don’t let me go.” She whispered to his chest.

“I’m not gonna make that mistake ever again.”

[paradiseprincesss]

if there's a heaven, i'm near it - emmett x reader (drabble)

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notes: as promised, here is a smutty drabble of emmett (this is before the whole plot took place lol) also i promise i'm working on my other requests! i just wanted to write something for emmett <3

summary: you've been secretly dating your dads best friend for months, and now that your dad is on vacation - you guys have the house all to yourselves.

word count: 876 words

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, age gap (reader is in college and emmett is in his forties) established relationship, creampie, overall general adult content lol

you were currently sitting on your kitchen countertop with legs spread and emmett's fingers curling into your soaking cunt as you moaned his name over and over again.

"f-fuck," you moaned softly, "please-"

"you're so naughty," emmett said lowly, his voice giving you chills in the best way, "look at you. getting fingered on the kitchen counter like a little whore."

his sinfully hot but degrading words only caused you to get even wetter (like that was even possible), and you let out a bratty whine as he continued to fuck you on his fingers. emmett's skillful work with his hands only brought you closer and closer to the edge as your eyes rolled back, and he watched your body's every reaction.

your dad was out of town for the next week and a half, and he didn't want his only daughter to be alone all the time. it's not like you lived in a dangerous neighbourhood or that you weren't old enough - you were in college for gods sake, but you understood where your dad was coming from. he was just worried. so he asked emmett, his best friend of over two decades, to check in on you occassionally.

unbeknownst to your father - you'd been secretly dating his best friend for months in secret. you'd been crushing on emmett since before he was divorced, but you didn't act on those feelings. you were still in high school at the time, but now you were a grown woman. the two of you started dating after your second year of college, and things had been going great since then.

well, minus the fact that your dad still had no idea you were screwing his best friend in secret - but it was more than that. you two agreed that eventually you would break the news. but for now, keeping it a secret made it all the more thrilling.

you whined again as emmett suddenly slipped his fingers out of you right as you were about to cum, and he licked them clean. the act made you moan and whimper as his eyes locked on yours the entire time. swiftly, he worked on getting his belt buckle and pants off while you stared at his toned, muscular arms and that tattoo he had on his bicep. my god was it hot.

as he lined his thick, hard cock up with your entrance, you gave him a pout so that he'd get on with it - but the expression was wiped right off of your face as he pushed his cock into your dripping hole. you both moaned at the feeling of him inside of you, and once he had fully bottomed out, he stayed still for a moment.

"you good?" he asked softly, kissing down your jawline and your neck.

"m-mhm, you can move." you tell him, desperate to feel him fuck you stupid, even though the stretch to adjust to his size still stung a little.

he groaned as he started to move in and out of your wet cunt, your back arching at the feeling of his cock pounding into you. the marble of the countertop below you had your wetness dripping down all over it, and emmett had noticed.

"look how fucking wet you are," he growled, "jesus- fuck, such a tight pussy. so warm and wet, so tight."

"j-just, nngh, just for you, e-emmett." you moaned, throwing your head back as you gripped onto his shoulders for some sort of support.

"yeah?" he groaned, "just for me, princess?"

"y-yeah, f-uck!" you whimpered.

he was plowing you to the point where you knew your legs would be aching for days to come, but you didn't care - you were already too cockdrunk to think straight. his cock continued to ram your hole ruthlessly as your cunt tightened up around him.

"s'good," he tells you, holding your hips with a grip that would definitely bruise, "you feel so fucking good, princess."

"ugh, m'gonna cum!" you whimper, your walls fluttering around his cock as his own thrusts started to get sloppy.

"me too, princess," he groans, "fuuuuuck."

as he gave you a few more sloppy but deep thrusts, you continued to hold onto his shoulders tightly as you came undone around his cock. emmett's hands dug into your hips as his own hips stilled, filling you up with every drop of his cum.

the kitchen was quiet for a few moments before emmett pulled himself out of you, and his cum dripped out of your spent hole. as you felt his warm seed leak out of you, you bit your lip and watched him grab a kitchen towel to help you get cleaned up.

"you're so pretty," he hummed, "especially with my cum leaking out of you."

his words made you blush, and you looked away shyly. he laughed softly, tilting your head back to face him with his hands as he pulled you into a soft kiss. as the both of you pulled away, he looked at you with such love in his eyes.

"you're my girl," he said softly, helping you down from the counter, "always have been, always will be."

"love you, emmett." you say sweetly, as he wraps his arms around you.

"love you too, princess."

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KEEHO AS MAKE UP ARTIST

from my serie: P1HARMONY STUDIO

First a date with a guy (he dumped you), then a date alone (maybe), and all of this for ending up double date (what?). And that's the story of how it happened.

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Your friend - now Theo's girlfriend - had told you that if you mentioned her name, a certain Keeho would recognize you and surely give you a discount for a makeup appointment. You had accepted the idea and hadn't asked too many questions. You took advantage of the opportunity to have your makeup done by a professional because you were going on your first date with a boy you found on a dating app that same evening. The boy on the date seemed handsome, and your conversations had thrilled you quite a bit... or maybe you were just looking for company and were fooling yourself into thinking you were falling for each other.

One morning, you headed to the salon "P1HARMONY", where you trusted that a certain Keeho would do your makeup. You promised yourself that you would go as soon as the place opened and that, if I found a free spot, you would return in the late afternoon to do your makeup.

You went in and immediately approached the receptionist to ask for information. While the secretary was busy on the phone, you sat down in the waiting room.

Not too long after, you notice two guys went out. One of them was Theo! The tall guy with the dark black hair and the clothing that showed off some tattoos on his back, the man that your friend had been seeing for a week, the one about whom she had told you so much, and he went along with a tall man with platinum blonde hair. All that was visible about his strong physique was a white tank top that flaunted his arm muscles. He had a bright smile and a nicely defined jawline. He had sunglasses on his head and was dressed in loose pants.

Those two guys had gone out and shortly after came back with some coffee. They gave one to the secretary who now was free and ready to talk with you. Her eyes and smile were so calm, that you almost didn't notice Keeho's eyes on you and his little smirk as he looked you over.

You started explaining the situation to her, how you would need full make-up for the same evening, Keeho immediately intervened in the discussion and introduced himself as "the best makeup artist" in the shop.

While he was talking to you and boasting about his skills, you had some time to observe his face better and notice the light make-up he had on and that made his eyes and smile stand out so much. He had a very light pink eyeshadow that recalled the blush and a touch of mascara, and his lips were done with nude makeup.

As soon as he had finished speaking, you had taken the opportunity to ask him if he was available that evening.

“Yeah, sure. See you later" he replied while he gave you a quick wink before going to his room.

You suddenly blushed and said thank you before leaving.

You were now far from the store, but what was that heartbeat? What was that knot in your throat when he spoke to you? What was that smile that you couldn't take away?

You thought about it all morning while you were going to work. You had managed to balance your studies with a part-time job, and even though you were on vacation you had promised a friend of yours that you would replace her for that shift. You were supposed to stay there for a few hours, then run to get changed, and finally show up in front of Keeho at 6:30 to get your makeup done. You were supposed to meet the Tinder guy at 8:00. Everything was under control.

..or so you thought. The work shift turned out to be harder than usual, so you rushed to get to your apartment, but at that moment none of the clothes you had on seemed to fit you. You had begun to feel sad and had been overcome with bad thoughts. As if that wasn't enough, the Tinder guy had texted you that he would no longer be able to go out, leaving you on that difficult evening alone and without an explanation. You called your friend, and you stayed on the call for a while. Unfortunately, she was away and couldn't go out with you that evening. But she recommended you go on a date with yourself.

You knew it would be difficult, maybe a little uncomfortable, but necessary. After getting back up, you were prepared for your solo date.

You started choosing what you would wear and opted for a simple and comfortable dress, one that was able to enhance your body.

You packed your bag with the essentials, added a book to keep you company, and went out to do your makeup.  Well, you were on a date alone, but you wanted to shine - and a little help with your makeup wouldn't have hurt.

You arrived early at the salon and sat down in the waiting room. You took your time admiring the location and noticed a girl in a corner. She must be a customer too, you thought.

She was smiling at her phone, and shortly after, she looked up, feeling your eyes on her. You immediately shifted your attention and concentrated on the room to not scare the girl.

“Hey..uhm can I ask you for some advice?” the girl asked you shyly.

You immediately nodded and smiled at her, so she quickly came to sit next to you and showed you some ideas of henna tattoos that she wanted to get.

She asked you for advice on which one to get, and you immediately started to recommend the prettiest ones, even though you immediately admitted that all the ones she had found were gorgeous! As you two got to talking, the girl's shyness became visible in her flushed cheeks and her stuttering as she revealed that the major reason she wanted to get henna there was to get to know that boy— Intak, the henna artist.

You reassured her and encouraged her until the last moment when Intak came to tell her that the room was ready.

She smiled kindly at you and wished you good luck for your solo date.

While waiting, you took the time to appreciate that knowledge and smile at the kindness of that girl.Shortly after, the receptionist called your name and gave you the room number.

As soon as you entered, you noticed the huge amount of mirrors. They were along all the walls of the circular room, and many lights allowed for complete illumination.

“Hey, you are Yn right?” Keeho, who was standing in the middle of the room, next to a whole cart of makeup, said to you.

“Yes, it’s me,” you answered.

After he gestured for you to sit down, you took a little more time to admire the beauty of the guy in front of you. His white hair contrasted with his tanned face, he had a big smile and high cheekbones. His arms were athletic, and his eyes were bright as they looked at you.

“So, you like what you see?” he asked you.

Since he didn’t add a direct object, that rhetorical question could have referred to anything. The room? The makeup cart? The photos of his makeup hanging on the walls? Him?

“Yeah” you answered, trying to remain vague, but at the same time not lying. Everything in that room was amazing.

After you sat down on the chair, he sat next to you, leaning on the windowsill with his arms crossed. That position in particular highlighted his firm arms and, at the same time, his height compared to you.

“Did you have any ideas for today’s makeup?”

“Nothing specific, I thought I would trust you”

“Great choice! here’s what I thought I would do” and immediately he started showing you ideas and explaining complicated things about the techniques he would use. Even though he had only seen you the morning before, you noticed how he had already understood your strong points, which he complimented at every step he explained.

You were very confused, and slowly you were getting lost in his words and expressions. You tried to nod and ask where you could, but in the end, you gave up.

“So, for what occasion are we doing this makeup?” he asked you as he started to take out all the necessary makeup.

“Tonight I am going out on a date,”

“Lucky him”

“Actually-”

“Or her”

“I’ll go alone”

And his expression in his eyes softened, his smile brightened and he whispered “That’s great”.

He then started with the various products to put on your makeup, first a good skin care, then the primer, a very light foundation, concealer...

In the beginning, he explained each step, but then slowly, his voice faded so he could concentrate. You forced yourself to close your eyes when he was too close. He had never gotten too close, but the slightest contact made you shiver.

“Oh, I can already see that you’re blushing. Maybe we’ll skip the blush step” he told you smiling.

“It’s because I am hot…”

“Sure sure” he replied and moved to finish the makeup.

You were beginning to feel a little melancholy during those moments when he was adjusting the final steps, drawing a pencil outline around his lips, and carefully applying a light gloss to them. It was nice. He was nice. You would have liked to know that boy better, you thought.

He was about to announce that he was finished when you heard a knock on the door. The girl from before—the one with the appointment for a henna tattoo—appears shortly after the door is opened.

“Hey, sorry, we’re still finishing here,” Keeho said, annoyed.

“I am sorry, can I talk to the girl?” she asked you.

You immediately stood up, after Keeho had given you a sign of approval.

You went out into the hallway for a second, and she immediately apologized for interrupting you. She then explained to you that she had asked Intak out that evening for a drink after dinner and that he had said yes. And from there, your eyes lit up. You were so happy for her.

“Would you like to join us…with Keeho..double date?” she added at the end of her speech.

"Oh wait, why? I am sure Intak would love to spend some time alone with you. And you'd like it too." you replied.

"Sure, but uhm Intak told me that Keeho, or do you- uhm so... I am so bad at lying."

"Are you trying to set us up?"

"WHAT??.. how did you know?"

"I didn't-"

"Ok! Let's go back five seconds, where you don't suspect anything. Can I trust you with the double date?"

"Well"

"I see you blushing for him"

"Okay let's do it."

“Perfect, Intak will text Keeho soon that we’re going out together.”

And after a sweet smile, you both went back to your rooms. You took a few minutes to recover and try to hide your blush. As soon as you entered, you saw him typing on his phone. He immediately looked up, and his smile returned.

“So double date, huh?” he said to you.

You blushed again. It was going to be a long night.

[seramilla]

So in divorced au Sera gave Carmilla her number and I wonder how long it takes Carmilla to call and how Sera reacts.

It's hot, it's muggy, and Carmilla and the girls have been active all day. Odette and Clara want to go snorkeling that afternoon, despite already spending the entire morning on the beach. Carmilla thinks it might be good to go to the spa alone without them...or maybe head back to the room and get all the sand out of her swimsuit first. Yeah, that would probably be wise.

As soon as she enters their suite, the feeling of the air conditioner on full blast almost makes her moan as it hits her overheated skin. She'd reapplied sunblock at least twice during their escapades, so she shouldn't be getting a sunburn. But she's still hot all over, and jumps into a cold shower with her swimsuit on, working out all the itchy sand from places she'd rather not think about.

When she gets out, she redresses in an adorable little sundress, and looks at the resort schedule. Women's time at the hotel spa is reserved for later that evening. That should allow her to chill in the room for a couple of hours, let the girls work off some more energy, and then they can all go together for manicures and facials. She lies on the hotel bed, sighing heavily into the plush sheets. This week has been crazy...a good kind of crazy, but she's still a little too wound up to relax.

Her phone buzzes on the bed next to her. It's Odette. Apparently, she and Clara had met some other young adults staying at the hotel and decided not to go snorkeling. Now they want to "hang out" for the rest of the afternoon with their new friends. Carmilla groans. She didn't bring them to this place so they could spend time away from her...this was supposed to be their vacation, damn it!

But...she thinks back to when she was that age. Kids will be kids. They are just newly adults, almost drinking age, and experiencing new things...she doesn't know whether a few hours of independence will make that much of a difference to their plans.

"You are not to leave the resort grounds," Carmilla texts back sternly. "You don't know these people."

"Fine, Mom," Odette says. She can practically hear her daughter grumbling to herself over text. "We're just getting lunch at the hotel restaurant, okay? Then we might go to the arcade. It's right next door."

"Two hours. That's it." Carmilla texts. "Your phone is charged? You know how to reach me in case of an emergency?"

"Yes, Mama," Odette confirms. "We know. Your number and 911 are both on speed dial, I promise."

"Two hours," Carmilla reiterates again. "Then back up here. Not five minutes longer."

Odette texts her a thumbs-up emoji, followed by a, "Got it. Love you, Mama!" Carmilla leaves it at that.

Carmilla wonders how she's going to spend the next few hours now. She thinks about taking a nap, but no, she's definitely too wound up to do that. That's entirely out of the question while her brain is working a mile a minute worrying about the girls. She looks over at the bedside table, where she'd left her room key, searching for the TV remote.

Instead, she finds that slip of paper the hotel manager had given her. The one with her name and phone number written on it...her handwriting is so delicate. The lines are so distinct and curved, and they have a playful little swirl to them, like she's trying not to write in cursive and not quite succeeding. There's even a little...is that a heart? It's very subtle, but it looks like a heart joining the "A" or her first name and "E" of her last name.

Sera Espinosa. It has a nice, melodic ring to it. Carmilla thinks...why the fuck not? If the girls can have their fun, why can't she? It's not exactly a date, is it? Had that been Sera's intention? Sera had given her the number because she wants to be called. Or was that just for hotel emergencies, or something she needed during her stay?

Only one way to find out.

Carmilla dials the number on the paper, and after only the second ring, a soft, pleasant voice answers the phone, sounding a little concerned, and also a little tired, despite the friendly greeting.

"Good afternoon, Sera speaking!"

Carmilla swallows. "He-hello. This is Carmilla Carmine. Up in Room 4-D."

"Oh! Yes! Carmilla, hello!" There is some fumbling on Sera's end of the line, as if she's looking for something, or moving very fast. "Sorry, let me sit down... There we go. How are you? Do you need anything? Are you enjoying your stay?"

"Yes," Carmilla confirms, beaming at the happy inflection to the other woman's voice. Suddenly, she'd gone from sounding tired to genuinely happy to hear from here. "We are having a wonderful time. Your facility is exquisite. But I was just wondering...my girls are going to be busy this afternoon, and I have no plans until the spa opens. Would you care to...have a late lunch with me? I'd like to thank you for making me and my girls feel at home here. If you can't, that's fine...but I would be delighted to treat you."

Sera goes quiet for a few moments, and then answers in the affirmative, if not a little shaky and awkward.

"Oh-oh my....umm, yes! Yes, yes, of course I would! That would be so lovely! I know of a little café around the corner, if you'd like someplace less busy than the hotel restaurant. It's so crowded there at this time of day. Can I walk you over there once you come down?"

Carmilla's heart beats a mile per minute behind her breastbone. She hadn't been expecting Sera to be so welcoming and casual about all of this...nor had she expected to go on a...date today, if that's actually what this is. But she's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Sure...absolutely!" Carmilla responds, trying to hide the awkwardness in her own voice. "I would love that. Give me 5 minutes and I'll be ready to go. I'm looking forward to it."

[eljeebee]

Pilgrimage

“Why the long face, Arvin?” Mason asked.

“Yeah, do you hate us being here?”

“What! N-No!” Arvin sputtered.

Mr. Covey, who was fixing himself coffee, let out a chuckle. “Don’t mind Arvin. Miss Lee next door sent us a notice that she’d be away on a vacation in Selvadorada. We drove her to the airport earlier. He’s been like that ever since.”

“AWWWWW, Vinny boy you miss her!”

“Kali!! Shut it!!” Arvin’s groans were muffled as he buried his head in his arms.

On the first week of Spring, Lavender received a letter from the Selvadorada Monastery, forwarded by the Union of Sages. It wrote,

“To Miss Lavender Lee,

I am writing to inform you that the Seekers of the Watcher designated our humble monastery to be Her Pupil’s pilgrimage site. We are honored to host this year’s pilgrimage, just as we are honored to have the Seekers reside in the monastery.

Please, write to me when is your intended arrival, so that we may prepare. We wait for you, Miss Lee.

Warm regards, Chief Monicus Lawa Song P.S. A monicus by the name of Lakandiwa Nasudi will wait for you at Puerto Llamante.”

When she received this letter, she felt ecstatic. She’s finally meeting with the Seekers – the people who had only communicated with her as whispers. Who would’ve thought they had faces, and not just voices in her head? I sound insane if I put it that way. She thought.

Lavender had been waiting for this. The Sages had told her before that there would come a time where she must meet with the Eyes of the Watcher. Sometimes, this meeting meant that trouble would come. Sometimes, it’s just meant for a Pupil to be trained by the Seekers. She doesn’t know what this year’s pilgrimage means. She hopes it’s just for training.

She stood in front of a statue of an old woman, in what seems to be a town square. She gazed at it. The imagery of the woman looked warm – welcoming.

“You must be Lavender Lee.”

“How did you know? I sure do hope my backpack wasn’t a dead giveaway.”

The man laughed. “We don’t get tourists at this time, kiddo.”

Lavender sheepishly smiled. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“I’m Lakandiwa Nasudi, a monicus of the monastery. Are you ready for another trek?”

Lavender gleefully nodded.

“You must be feeling nervous. This is the first time you’re meeting with the Seekers, no?”

“Yes…how did you feel meeting them?”

“They’ve been here since I came here, but to tell you the truth, it feels otherworldly to me. Imagine, Miss Lee, you’re walking along with the people touched by Her. It gives me so much faith and hope.”

“Is Selvadorada their home?”

“Yes and no,” Lakandiwa replied. They’ve reached the Belomisia trail. “They had complicated pasts, and they hailed from different countries…ancient countries. They chose to stay here in the monastery. The Seekers told us it’s because Selvadorada – and her people – are much closer to Her.”

“Oh yeah. I heard they practice the Omiscan religion, where the Watcher is a goddess, not the Smithsonian god. Is it true, Mr. Nasudi?”

“You’re the Pupil, aren’t you?”

She nodded.

“Then you must know.”

Lavender sheepishly looked down. “I’ve only talked to the Seekers…”

“Ah, then you must ask them.”

Lakandiwa spoke again after a moment. “I believe they chose Selvadorada as their home because Her presence is here. She is much closer here than any other parts of the world.”

She looked at him again. He continued, “There are nights that I feel as if she’d come down from the heavens. Those nights are the same nights the Seekers go out to commune.”

“What do you feel?”

“Love.”

By then, they’d reached a clearing where a building stood surrounded by water. Lavender gasped.

“Welcome to the Selvadorada Monastery, Miss Lee. Come!”

He led her inside, and when she got in, a view of a small courtyard greeted her. There’s a small structure in the middle, with incense holders and a plate of fruit.

Lakandiwa guided her to the stairs. “Come, come, I know you’re hungry.”

There were two women working at the kitchen. The younger woman noticed them. And this woman…She beamed. Holding out one finger, as if she’s saying, this will be quick!, the younger woman quickly placed the food she was preparing in a rice cooker. Then, she giddily went to them.

“Hello,” she greeted. “I’m Kashvi Argunas. You must be the Pupil.”

Lavender smiled. “Yes…”

She took notice of the woman’s eyes. Green, with hints of pink…like a salamander. Her ears? Pointy – like a vampire!

A vampire as a monk? That’s preposterous.

Lakandiwa must’ve noticed how her face twisted subtly. “She’s a vampire…if you find her ears peculiar.”

“I – uh – I can see that. I have quite the eye when looking at…uhm… the supernatural. I can see through their charms…so yeah…”

“Oh, but I’m not using any charms! I don’t hide.”

“That’s right,” Lakandiwa nodded. “Everyone here knows.”

“Every –”

The other woman suddenly said, “Kashvi, why don’t you show her the bedroom? Diwa, come help me.”

“You heard the Chief.”

Kashvi led her to the bedroom, “Follow me!”

[lilyoffandoms]

Cian’s Books

Had to redo that CoP cover after it finally hit me what they based this part of the stain glass on.

I’d been trying to place it since I first read that book and for the life of me I could not until a few weeks back when it hit me while riding the bus home from work.

Also, I did actually do that Heist one but don’t think I ever posted it. I’m working on the ILB but ugh my vision is NOT coming together 😅

Cian originally had the tagline of the CoP book as “The bejeweled goddess and the disgraced NYPD detective and exiled prince that brought her cult to its fiery end,” but he decided it was too sensationalist. Trystan learns about the original tagline and finances a one print run of the book with that tagline for his personal library much to Gabriel’s dismay.

Signed copies Cian has sent out to those that helped with each book:

Guardian Angel

Sam - “Gorgeous, couldn’t have done this without you. Thanks for wrangling Dave into his interviews as well. Never enjoyed watching something unfold as much as I did those moments. Top shelf whiskey on me next time I’m out your way. -All my love, Cian”

Dave - “Thanks for all your insights on this one but most especially thanks for arranging for me to meet Cassandra. -Cian” [Yes, he got a picture with her and autograph and yes, she is on his free pass list of celebs.]

The Way

Olivia - “You were invaluable in the writing of this book. Thank you for opening your icy home to me, for teaching me how to survive a Lythikos winter, and for teaching me two hundred ways to murder someone without a trace. You terrify me. xoxo - Your always willing victim, Cian” [yes he’s a serial flirt and yeah he has a death wish hehe]

Riley & “Liam” - “Thank you, your majesties, for opening up the royal archives to me and for your generous hospitality and kindness. I will definitely be back for an actual vacation soon. And will drag Flynn along. - My eternal gratitude, Cian”

Since I hc Cian and my TRR MC, Iara, as being siblings now, here is the inscription Cian would leave Iara and ‘Liam’: “Thanks for always being my biggest cheerleader and for inviting me to write about something so personally close to us all. Thanks for collaborating with me on this one (told ya it was the fun way to see your name in print). Love you to the moon and back, Kaa [his nickname for Iara] Thank you both for the late night dinners, the hospitality, the fireside chats, the drinks, and time spent snuggling my favorite stinky face. Love you all so very much!

The Face in the Flames

Trystan & Gabriel - “Cheers to the two best damn detectives in New York. Thanks for the dinners, the tours, the detailed rundowns, the late nights blowing off steam at The Drunk Tank. Thanks for being the best of unexpected friends. - Love you both more than words can express, Cian P.S. Gabriel, this wasn’t my idea.” [Flynn and Cian became good friends with Trystan and Gabriel during the course of writing this book.]

Ruby - “To my favorite Dr. Death, you know I’ll be coming to you with all the death and dying questions for every book from here on out. Thanks for all the knowledge and laughs. - You favorite murder author, Cian”

Mafalda - “Thanks to you and your agency for all the help you provided me and for giving me so many new ideas for subsequent books. -Cian”

Luke - “Thanks for the dossiers ;) - Cian” [He very much enjoys all the info Luke dug up on Flynn and the rest of the gang.]

Tommy - “Thanks for the drinks and the stories. I made sure to make your nibbling look badass just like you. Already have a new whiskey for you to sample when we visit next. - Cian”

In an AU where Lilah is the detective, Trystan & Lilah - “Thank you for being the two best detectives in New York. Thanks for the dinners, the tours, the detailed rundowns, the late nights blowing off steam at The Drunk Tank. Thanks for being the best of unexpected friends. xo -Cian P.S. Lilah, doll, my offer still stands. Just say the word and let me know when you want to ditch the former king for a middling true crime novelist. P.P.S. Trystan, don’t bother threatening me with the Drakovian Royal Guard, I’m friends with Olivia, nothing scares me except her.”

Veil of Secrets

He refused to write anything in these for anyone since it hit too close to home for him. The only exception was Kate - “Kate, light of my life, my sister, my best friend, and partner in crime. What do I say to the gal that brought me everything good in my life but thank you. Thank you. Thank you! Thank you for everything that was, that is, and has yet to be. Can’t imagine doing this life without you! - Love forever and always and an extra day, Cian”

The Heist

Sonia - “Babe, thank you for all your unique insight and for filling all the blanks that the crew glossed over. Your secrets are safe with me. Also, tell Nash that he owes me a damn expensive watch when you see him next. - Cian”

Nash (my TH:M MC) - “That was damn impressive. Now give it back! - Cian” [Cian sent another signed copy along for Sonia to pass along to my TH:M MC who definitely stole his watch off him during their interview. Sonia passes it along and Cian has a very, very nice watch in the mail a few weeks later. Along with pictures of his watch on Nash’s wrist in various locales throughout the world.]

It Lives in the Woods

Still thinking on these. Mostly because I don’t know the ending I want yet.

My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @thosehallowedhalls @dutifullynuttywitch

Event Tag: @choicesmonthlychallenge (spooktober - mischief)

[dragongodryss]

Based on this tweet

Sting was in trouble. He had thought it was funny when his friends, who had never met his cat, assumed Lector was his boyfriend. Now that he had been invited to Natsu's wedding, on the other side of the country, he felt otherwise.

He had, at first, considered coming clean, but that would be embarrassing. He couldn't decline the invitation either, since he hadn't seen Natsu in nearly two years. In short, he was fucked. Or rather, he wasn't. If he was, he might have someone he could try to convince to go with him.

He had been putting it off for a month, and now he only had a week left to find both a fake boyfriend who was willing to answer to the name Lector, and a cat sitter.

There was no putting it off any longer, so he called his friend, Yukino, to ask for advice. Maybe he could convince her to watch Lector for him.

"Hello Sting! I was just going to call you. You're coming to Lucy's wedding too, right?" Yukino said cheerfully. Damn it. He forgot that she was friends with Natsu's fiancée.

"Yeah, about that... You know Lector, my cat? Natsu assumed I was talking about a boyfriend, and he kinda wants to meet him at the wedding, to make sure he's not a jerk or whatever. So I need a cat sitter and someone who's willing to take a train ride across the country with a complete stranger and can be trained to answer to 'Lector' in a week." Sting decided to rip off the band-aid. Yukino wouldn't rat him out.

"Oh my god, that's hilarious! I'm writing a song about it. Natsu and Lucy can play it at the reception." Yukino's himbo boyfriend, Orga, mocked him. Sting had forgotten that Yukino usually had her phone on speaker, for some reason. Orga would absolutely rat him out, and as he would be attending as Yukino's +1, there would be no stopping him.

"No you won't, Orga. No. We'll negotiate later, I'm helping Sting avoid the consequences of his actions right now." She was his best friend for a reason, and that reason was that she was the best. "Now: Why exactly did you think any of this was a good idea?"

"Well, it was funny at first, and then I'd kept up the lie for three months and I realized I was in too deep." Sting admitted. Yukino sighed.

"And at no point in the three months after that did you think to ask for help?" Yukino chided him.

"Nope."

"Of course not. Do you have 20 thousand jewel?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"Alright. You'll be at the party for a day, plus two days for traveling. All expenses at the hotel will be paid, and I assume you're willing to pay for both of your train tickets?" Yukino asked.

"Yeah, sounds right." Sting confirmed.

"Okay. Sorano could use some more money, so she'd probably watch your cats and-"

"Wait, cats?"

"Yeah. One of my coworkers owes me a favor, and he needs a break from work anyway, so I could probably convince him if I told him I found a place for his cat to stay." His amazing friend told him.

"You're the best!"

*

Who would have known having Yukino cover his shift so he could take Frosch to the vet would have such devastating consquences?

Rogue wondered how his life had reached this point. He was sitting opposite someone he'd met only once, inside a train headed to the other side of the country, to a wedding for people he had never heard of.

Not an ideal situation, but aside from Frosch, Yukino was his only friend and she had made arrangements for Frosch, so he had agreed. It was a free vacation, anyway. Not to mention the guy was good looking.

"So, Lector, what do you do for a living?" His fake boyfriend, Sting, asked him. Rogue really could have done without the fake name, especially in private, but he wouldn't be able to answer to it without practice.

"The same as Yukino. We're both nurses." Rogue answered. It took him a moment to realize that he ought to ask Sting the same. "You?"

"I'm a graphic designer. Okay, more things we really need to know: Ages, have we ever been arrested, how did we meet? I'll start: I'm twenty six and I've been arrested twice." Sting told him.

"What for?"

"I'll tell you when you answer."

"Fine, I'm twenty six, and I haven't been arrested yet. Now should I regret agreeing to this?" Rogue asked.

"Trespassing and accessory to second degree arson. I promise it's not as bad as it sounds. It's been like, ten years. And the second one was Natsu's fault." Sting defended himself.

"The groom?"

"Yeah, that's the guy. He wants to meet you to make sure you're not a jerk." Sting explained.

"What have you told him about Lector?" Rogue steered the conversation back on track.

"Oh, usual cat things: He steals my food, he wants cuddles, he charges around the house at 3am, he's adorable, I keep losing staring contests to him, he bites me." Sting seemed to realize how badly awry things had gone before they had even reached the venue. "Well that's going to be awkward."

"You don't say."

*

"We should practice the whole couple thing." Sting suggested a few hours later over lunch. Rogue looked up from his sandwich, over to Sting and reached out, grabbing some of his fake boyfriend's M&Ms before focusing on his sandwich again.

"Well that's a start, but I was thinking more along the lines of PDA and establishing boundaries." Sting clarified. Honestly, staring at Sting wouldn't be too hard, and as demonstrated, stealing his food was entirely within the realms of Rogue's capabilities. The rest, however... Rogue nodded.

"Ideally, we'd hug a bunch and maybe kiss a couple of times to really sell it, but we can say you're shy around strangers if you really don't want to." Sting explained.

"No, that seems fine." Rogue accepted.

"Okay, now we need to practice." Sting said. Rogue froze for a moment. Once he realized what Sting meant, he nodded. He knew damn well he'd slip up in front of everyone if he didn't practice.

Sting leaned over the table and pecked him on the lips. It felt fine, almost like it was something he normally did, at first, but then he felt his face heat up suddenly. Sting pulled away.

"Sorry, I panicked." Rogue apologized swiftly.

"No, it's fine, I barely noticed. It went better than I expected." Sting reassured him. "They'll never notice."

*

It was mid afternoon when they arrived at their station in the middle of nowhere, and only a short walk to the hotel from there. Rogue offered to carry some of Stings luggage, as he had brought fewer things. Sting's face flushed when Rogue's hand touched his. He'd have to get that under control. Did he regret packing half his wardrobe, or was it a blessing? Who knew? Sting certainly didn't.

"It's a nice venue." Rogue noted, looking around as they cleared the gates. There were tons of different flowers in lots of colors, and what Sting was pretty sure was a hedge maze. Hopefully, Natsu would know better than to start a fire at his own wedding. The hotel was an old castle, with large glass windows. Another easily breakable thing. Either Natsu had really changed in the last two years, or Lucy wasn't as much of a genius as her loving fiancée insisted. It was nice nonetheless.

"It's really big." Sting realized, as he spoke, how many people would be present to witness it if things went wrong.

"Don't get lost." Rogue joked.

"Sting! There you are!" Natsu came running out the door towards them, high-fiving Sting when he reached them. "I thought you were going to bail on me."

"Never. I wouldn't miss this for the world." Sting promised.

"I'd kick your ass if you did. Speaking of which, is this the Lector you were talking about?" Natsu asked, turning to Rogue. Sting grinned awkwardly.

"Yeah, that's my boyfriend. R-Lector, this is my childhood friend Natsu, he's the groom. Natsu, this is my boyfriend Lector." Sweating, Sting made the introductions.

"Nice meeting ya! How'd you meet?" Natsu asked Rogue. Stings eyes widened. Fuck. They hadn't prepared this.

"Frosch, my cat, learned how to open doors, and I forgot to lock the front door. Sting helped me look for her for hours, so I invited him out for coffee once we found her." Rogue answered excitedly. "Do you want to see a picture of her? I have pictures of her."

"Sure. Let's see her." Natsu agreed. Rogue's face lit up as he pulled out his phone.

"She's sweet, yeah." Natsu admitted. "Do you want to see Happy? He's our ring-bearer."

*

The first hurdle had been overcome minimal difficultly, so Sting was in high spirits when they reached the hotel room.

He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but he was somehow surprised to find that there was only one bed, albeit a large one.

"I can take the couch if you want." He offered when Rogue entered.

"No, I think it's fine. The bed's pretty big." Rogue said casually. Well if he didn't mind, Sting sure as hell didn't. He dropped his stuff on the floor and flopped onto the bed. Rogue put his own stuff down more carefully before sitting down beside him.

"Didn't think it would go so well. I'm not sure what I was worried about." Sting admitted, letting out a sigh he hadn't known he was holding in.

"Don't jinx it. Honey." Rogue deadpanned, before letting his face break into a smile. It took Sting a moment to realize he was staring.

*

Despite his warning, Rogue was feeling pretty confident when he and Sting went downstairs for the rehearsal dinner. Gray, the best man, had let them know there was no need to dress up, so Rogue was wearing a red turtleneck sweater and black jeans. Sting, who seemed hellbent on making Natsu regret allowing the policy to be so vague, was wearing leather trousers and a rainbow crop-top.

"Aren't you worried you'll outshine the groom?" Rogue asked him.

"If Natsu was worried about that, he wouldn't have invited me." Sting boasted. Rogue decided to take his word for it.

They entered the dining hall when it almost full, Sting having insisted on being fashionably late. Perhaps that was a blessing, because that was the only reason Rogue had noticed Gajeel, his older cousin, before Gajeel noticed him.

"Sting, don't panic, but my cousin is here and he knows damn well my name isn't Lector." Rogue whispered hurriedly.

"Okay, okay. Don't panic. Maybe he won't notice you. We're not in the wedding party anyway, so show me who it is and we'll avoid them." Sting whispered back.

They took their assigned places, on the same side of the room as Gajeel, though a little further away from the main table, as Gajeel's wife, Levy, was sitting beside the bride. Oh. Yeah. Levy had mentioned at New Years that she would be maid of honor in her best friend's wedding. If Rogue had known it was this wedding, he would have refused Yukino's request. Speaking of Yukino, his coworker was making her way to their table with her boyfriend.

"So how is it going? Anyone suspect anything?" She asked.

"Shhh!" Sting looked around quickly.

"Don't worry. I asked Lucy to make sure we were the only ones at this table." She reassured him, though it didn't seem to work-

"She's going to know somethings up!" Sting insisted.

"Serves you right. Now how are things going with Lector." Yukino's boyfriend asked, winking at Rogue.

"Terribly, considering his cousin is married to the maid of honor." Sting hissed.

Rogue checked out of the conversation, watching Gajeel like a hawk. When desert rolled around, his cousin finally noticed him. Rogue shook his head faintly. Not now.

To his relief, Gajeel took the hint and dinner went off without a hitch.

Rogue waited just outside the door to the dining hall for him, to save him the trouble of looking and minimizing the risk of being exposed.

"Hey Rogue! Why didn't you say you were coming here? We could've driven you." Gajeel asked him when he came out, Levy in tow.

"It's complicated. Can we talk about this somewhere else?" Rogue looked around in a panic, worried Gajeel's loud voice would carry through the hallways.

In the garden, Gajeel resumed his line of questioning.

"So what's up, kid? Do I need to kick someone's ass?"

"No! Nothing like that. A friend of mine messed up and told his friend he had a boyfriend, so I'm helping him out. I didn't know this was your friend's wedding. Can you just call me Lector until this is over?" Rogue asked.

"Oh. You're the cat boy!" Levy exclaimed. Gajeel looked like he was about to explode with laughter.

"I'm sorry, what?" Rogue asked.

"Oh, Natsu wanted help figuring out what the deal with his friend's boyfriend was, so he asked us about it. We started calling you cat boy because it seemed like his friend was describing a cat." Levy explained.

"I wonder why."

*

The ceremony passed by quite normally, with only one accidental fire, which wasn't Natsu's fault.

Sting felt gorgeous in his light gray tuxedo and sky blue shirt, which was secretly a button-down crop-top, but he was having trouble keeping his eyes off his date, who looked dashing in a black suit and red shirt. Despite his prior warning to Sting not to outshine the groom, Rogue had decided to put his hair in a ponytail, which Sting forgave because he looked hot.

The reception promised to be a party to remember, being in the castle grounds, with every kind of food imaginable and ample space to dance.

Sting cheered when Natsu and Lucy finished their first dance, which prompted several others to cheer alongside him.

The music continued, and Sting offered his hand to Rogue. Rogue took it, smiling softly.

"Just so you know, honey, I can't dance for shit." Rogue warned him.

"Like we need to be good at it. It's pretty much just spinning anyway." Sting told him, taking the lead.

They might not have been the best dancers, but no one could beat them at spinning, Sting was sure of that. No one could match them with how majestic they were. He didn't know how many songs had passed when they stopped for a drink, just that they were out of breath.

As he unbuttoned the jacket to reveal his secret crop-top, Rogue leaned against him casually, and Sting realized that by this time tomorrow, it would be over, and the knowledge crashed over him like a tidal wave.

"Oh, I love this song! Do you want to go dance again?" Rogue exclaimed. Sting knew the song. It was 'All or Nothing' by Theory of a Deadman.

He took Rogue's hand again as they started to spin, looking into Rogue's eyes. He didn't want to let go. As the song ended, Sting made his choice.

"Hey, Rogue? I don't know if you're even into guys, but I enjoyed hanging out with you, and I wanted to know if you wanted to try going out for real sometime." He confessed. Rogue smiled that beautiful smile again.

"That depends entirely on if or not I'll have to go by Lector every time we visit your friends." He answered teasingly.

"No- nah, you don't. I'll come clean. I'll text Natsu on our way home." Sting promised.

"Then I'd love to." Rogue said.

"Alright, then would you like to go out for coffee on Wednesday? There's a coffee shop near the hospital that sells really good cinnamon rolls." Sting suggested.

"That sounds wonderful."

*

On the train ride home, Sting tried to work up the nerve to call Natsu, who would be leaving on his honeymoon tomorrow.

"Do it. Do it. You've got this." Rogue chanted in the seat beside him, in the most monotone voice he could muster.

Emboldened, Sting instead opted for text to the group chat, with basically everyone he knew from his hometown.

Lucy, Natsu, Levy, Gray, Wendy, Cana, Mira, Elfman, Lisanna, Laxus, Lyon and several others.

Sting: Hey guys. I just wanted to come clean. The Lector I kept telling you about was my cat. The guy I brought is actually called Rogue.

Cana: Hah! I knew you couldn't get a boyfriend.

Natsu: Yeah, Yukino told us as soon as you told her.

Sting looked at Rogue in horror. Rogue looked stunned for a moment, but started chuckling. He took Sting's phone.

"Sting": Levy, did you know?

Levy: Yeah. We just wanted to see how far Sting would go.

Sting took his phone back from Rogue.

Sting: You guys are the worst.

Sting: And joke's on you, Cana, I asked Rogue out and he said yes.

"Levy": You get Rogue on the phone right now. We need to talk.

Levy: Sorry, Gajeel took my phone.

Sting put his phone away.

"Should I be worried?" He asked Rogue.

"I'd say no, but that would be a lie." Rogue answered. "If worst comes to worst, we can blame Yukino."

[idyllcy]

from one admirer to another : white day?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Dear Christmas,

PARIS??? Ah, je suis allée l'année dernière, mais c'était pour les vacances. Ah... Ville de l'amour... I'm kidding. I went last year for vacation. It was nice. I think going to Paris for work would be... idk. I'm sure you can get away with some Spanish, though. My friend was talking about how it was somehow more crowded than usual this year. (She went again... WITHOUT ME)

The postcard is so cute... Anyways, here's a polaroid I got of Sesame Bun in exchange. It was finally bright enough for her to register, and she's so cute it's CRIMINAL!!! AUGHHHHH my sweet baby. Sorry, since everyone's in Paris, I haven't been getting any bookings at all which is nice but I've been so bored at home it's almost crazy. Maybe I should reread okra's fic... or write something myself. Why do I only write when I'm like stressed as hell with no time??? Boo.

Anyways, my friend and I's shipment of asian snacks arrived, so I'm mailing a package of an assortment of snacks. You can share if you have other people in your airbnb. I seldom hear about models in airbnbs, though... why not a hotel again?

Anyways, if someone hits on you, you can tell them you're seeing someone or something. It doesn't hurt to be a little delusional. Just... don't let that fester into reality and actually go insane and think you're dating, alright? Stalking is only ever somewhat cute when it's a fictional character.

The phrase... "J'ai une petite amie" should work. If you have no idea how to say that, it's "zhay yune peutit ahmi" and if you can't pronounce that either, just google it. French is really just the more mouth-closed cousin in terms of language when it comes to Spanish. Italian is the open-mouthed brother. It's an interesting trio. Also, did you know Paris Fashion Week started in 1973?? Crazy if you ask me.

Hope you like the snacks! scrambled eggs

You package everything quickly and swiftly, paying for express shipping, and once that's done, you head downtown to have a day to yourself after dropping off the box. You need to touch some grass, touch the sea, experience nature, and catch up with your vitamin D.

The sun is good enough, lying in the middle of the park and soaking up the sun, sound of cars and other people chattering behind you. You're glad almost no one celebrates White Day in the States. You hear someone chatter about receiving flowers, but that's the extent of it. Beautiful day out, beautiful sun, absolutely gorgeous—

You squint at the sudden lack of sunlight and the sound of panting.

"Sunshine!" A girl chases after the dog that's decided to just hop up to you, and you blink.

"Is that your name?" You ruffle its fur, laughing as the dog barks an affirmative. "Oh, baby, you're so cute!"

The dog does a couple of laps around you, and you laugh as its owner runs up.

"I'm so sorry! He rarely does this, I promise." She heaves.

"...Claire?" You raise a brow. "You have a dog?"

"Oh! Oh my god!" She gasps as she recognizes you. "No, I'm dogsitting for one of our models in Paris right now. He's not mine."

"Oh, well he's quite friendly."

"Not often." She frowns. "He was throwing a fit this morning when I was trying to get him out for a walk, and I see him pretty often."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." She pauses.

"I'm down to take care of him if you want?" You raise a brow. "Or, I can hang out with you when you have to dogsit? I have no shoots lately since everyone's in Paris."

"That would be nice." She mumbles. "I don't have anything either, so I've just been dogsitting."

"Sunshine, was it? Cute little thing." You give the dog a good pat. "You want me to babysit? I'll take you out on walks. Hm? Does that sound good?"

The tail wagging seems to indicate something along the lines of an agreement.

"Claire?"

"I'm fine if you do. I'd be glad, actually." She mumbles. "I'll just text his owner. Do I have your number?"

"I think you do? Feel free to text me."

"Mm." Claire checks for your number, nodding. "I walk him every day at 10am here. See you tomorrow?"

"See you." You grin.

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[rustingcat]

Breakfast

It was a few months later over breakfast with Nia when the request first came out.

Kara and Lena had been working with Brainy on the biological formula for his data-clone they could merge with the big brain in the future. They managed to create something they hoped would work and started the creation process. If along those months Lena noticed the extra familiar PF in the preservation container, she said nothing.

Brainy and Nia spent the first two weeks of their honeymoon visiting different planets before coming back to earth and spending the second part of the month on different cruises. Cat only agreed to the long vacation if Nia were to write at least four detailed articles about her experience on another planet, the possibility and progress of planetary travel for the average person in the near future, reviews of different cruise ships and the difference between cruises on earth compared to other planets. 

The first two weeks after they returned were crazy, there was an all out attack from a conquering army of aliens trying to take over the earth. That ended up being the first combined attack of all of earth's superheroes. A combination they later named the Justice League, utilising the space they created for themselves to plan their next counter attack. Kara later had to update her contract with the DEO, with Lucy's help of course, to legalise all future activities she had with the Justice League and would not contradict anything in her contract with the DEO.

So with everything they've been dealing with recently, she was very glad to share a normal breakfast with her friend.

Nia was telling her in detail the story of her current article, study of the new fashion trends in National City and the correlation to the alien immigrants in the area. Kara was very excited to read it.

In return, she updated her on the Big Brain project, noting that they believed they would finish the first trial in the next 5 months or so.

"I know the Big Brain project is a little different, but do you think you are ready to start testing… you know, actual babies?" Nia asked carefully.

"Yeah, I mean we made sure it's a possibility before starting the project. Although we have yet to test a complete process, obviously." Kara chuckled nervously as she remembered her near click.

"Can you start the tests?" Nia bit her lip, nervously.

"Well, technically yes, but in the– wait!" Kara stopped mid sentence to study her friend. Nia's smile was spreading wider on her lips despite her attempts to contain it. Her excitement was clear.

"You want to–"

"Yes." Nia nodded quickly before Kara could finish her sentence.

Kara put a hand on her mouth in shock. They're gonna start the process. They're gonna start the attempts to create a baby for their friends! They're gonna have a baby in the group!

"Ahhh!" Kara could no longer contain her excitement, jumping off to her feet to engulf Nia in a big hug. Nia chuckled as she tried to stand up within Kara's embrace, somehow failing to do so and ending up in a somewhat awkward position.

"You're gonna be a mum!" Kara exclaimed once she pulled away, letting Nia to stand up properly.

"Yes?" She exhaled. It came up as more of a question.

"You're going to be an amazing mother Nia!" Kara pulled her again for another excited hug. "And your baby would be the cutest baby in the world!"

"Thanks Kara," Nia managed to say, muffled slightly through Kara’s sleeve.

"We'll start right away." She promised and shot Lena a quick text. 

"Wait, as in right now?"

"Of course!" Kara was so excited.

[omegasmileyface]

The Foleys' Incredible Crisis

Chapter 1: Call It Stormy Monday

Call It Stormy Monday (But Tuesday Is Just as Bad) was written and performed in 1947 by T-Bone Walker. It is one of the most popular Blues songs ever, and has been performed and reiterated by countless other musicians. It has been credited with inspiring B.B. King to take up electric guitar, and it is included in the Library of Congress.

Happy Invisobang!!! This should have been posted earlier in the week but I couldn't make myself get to the computer to finalize/format it. Hehe. This year I had the INCREDIBLE experience of working with Shadow and Sharks, who were such wonderful artists— they have a whole smörgåsbord of art to please your eyes in this story! They have kept me on my toes— as I write this, the final, collaborated illustration is still a secret to me 👀 Lola is an OC I named once I realized Tucker absolutely feels like he has a little sister. Since then she's been in my heart and I can't let her go. My wonderful girl Lola. It's a treat whenever I get to see her in the wild— I almost had a heart attack when she appeared in Lex Luthor's Ascent from Supervillainy to Fatherhood by halfagone!

For a directory of all currently posted chapters and related content, check out the Table of Contents!

fic summary: After a whole week of vacation stuck together, the Foleys were more than happy to have some time apart. So when they each found themselves caught up in ghost business, that meant handling it alone. Angela wasn't planning on improvising a ghost conspiracy, Maurice was hoping to avoid working IT, Lola didn't think playing a hero would take her out of school, and Tucker would really have liked to focus on his own problems. But, really, what else did they expect from Amity Park? Home, sweet home.

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Tucker dropped his bag with a thunk. He was far beyond caring to be delicate, despite the electronics inside— he just wanted to shed his shoes and jacket and maybe the memories of the trip along with them.

"Ohhhh-kay," said his mom, grimacing at the trash can. Nobody had thought to empty it before they left. "What a vacation!" She laughed emptily. "I'm going to bed. You can fend for yourselves for dinner."

Tucker's dad popped back out from behind the bathroom door. "Before you go," he called over the rush of the faucet, "can we all just agree? Real quick, get in the den and then we can all ignore each other."

Lola sighed loudly and gave up untying her shoe, just kicking it off. Tucker agreed. He couldn't wait to wash his hands after the long trip.

His dad dried off his hands and joined them in the den, looking each of his family members in the eyes one by one. "I propose we never talk about this trip unless we have to."

Everyone agreed with as much fervor as they could muster after the fraught day.

"Also," said Lola, "I think we should try not to talk to each other for a whole day."

"Works for me," said Tucker.

His mom yawned. "Much as I love you all, I'm good with a day pretending you don't exist. Tucker, can you walk with Lola to and from school tomorrow?"

He looked at his little sister. She shrugged.

"As long as she plays nice, yeah."

His dad clapped. "Cool. Alright. So, unless one of us needs something, we all mind our own business tomorrow? Okay. I'm gonna order a pizza, and... I'll sleep in the guest room tonight. Pleasure doin' business with you all."

Tucker closed his eyes and sighed, pleased at imagining taking a shower and sleeping in his own bed in a few hours.

They had just wanted to see family in Chicago. What a disaster.

The library was quiet when Angela Foley came in. That made sense, she worked weekday mornings, so they usually only saw adults and the rare preschooler. As much as she liked helping the spread of knowledge, it was nice not to have too much to do at the front desk. Maybe she could get a crossword puzzle or two done.

She had made it about halfway through the puzzle (Angela knew a lot of things, but wordplay was never her specialty. What on Earth was she supposed to get from "gift for a blue lady"?) before someone walked in, paused, and went straight for the front desk.

She put on her smile. "Hi! Can I help ya with anything?"

The man was tall, wearing a clean white button-up shirt and jeans. His brassy skin and black hair caught strangely in the fluorescent lights, turning almost orange at their edges. She was pretty sure he was a ghost in disguise, but she had helped ghosts before. Usually, if one was asking for help using a library, they weren't intent on doing anything violent.

Usually. She still reserved a little caution.

"Yes, I'm looking for information on a very distant place. Where might I find something like that?"

"Well, what place is it?"

"It's called An Aghaidh Mhòr."

Angela blinked at the unfamiliar sounds. "I'm not familiar. Is that... Gaelic?"

The man fiddled with his sleeves. "Scottish, I believe, yes."

"Alright." Angela stood up and moved toward the computer monitor at the desk by the door. "I'm going to check in our catalog for books on Scotland."

The man watched silently as she searched. Angela hummed. "It looks like, in house, the only books we have on Scotland are travel guides covering the whole of the UK or Europe. I don't expect they'd have many details on smaller places— well, I'm assuming An Aghaidh Mhòr is small, since I haven't heard of it. If you'd like, you can check anyway, or I can contact another library in the system, and they can send over some more specialized books, but that might take a few days."

The man said nothing, but his eyebrows furrowed in thought. Angela recognized the face of a person with a wide, potent array of bad options.

"Or, if you're more pressed for time, we do have a few computers and Internet access here. I can help you find some web sites that might have what you're looking for."

"And this wouldn't take any longer than looking through a book?"

Angela smiled and headed toward the public computers. "Faster, even, if you know what you're doing. I can help you if you've never done it before."

They began their search, and the man caught on quickly to what Angela was doing and how. She helped him for a while, long enough to find out that An Aghaidh Mhòr was a place in the woody North of Scotland, usually called Aviemore, and was something of a tourist destination. Beyond that, she left him to do his own research and went back to her crossword.

She just had a pesky few clues left when the man started muttering curses in another language and walked back over to her desk.

With panicked eyes, he said "I have to be honest. What I'm looking for is, ah… evidence that An Aghaidh Mhòr has an open community of ghosts alongside its humans. I'm certain that it once did, and I know that it still must. But I have chased every tail of information I could find that led to pages on the computer, and none of them, regardless of detail or experience with the town, has mentioned it."

He looked down and seemed to weigh something in his head. "It must be some sort of secret. Whether to protect the ghosts or to protect themselves from ridicule, the living people of An Aghaidh Mhòr have hidden their ghost society. You have to help me find it."

The little hairs on Angela's body all stood up. Warning bells were going off in her head. There was nothing to do but remain calm. "If that's the case, I don't know about anything like that. I can send out a question to my colleagues to see if they know anything, but I'm afraid I can't–"

"No!" The man swung out a hand, and the inner doors swung shut, silvery light weaving across them like fishing nets to keep them in place. The lights dimmed and his skin faded to a deep, fiery orange, layered and complex like agate. His eyes glowed like the moon. The few library guests gasped and looked at him in shock.

"You are a keeper of information, from a city with a striking connection to ghosts. I need to know the truth about ghostly An Aghaidh Mhòr, and you must help me find it." His silver eyes were full of fear, but Angela couldn't bring herself to care how the ghost who just trapped and threatened her was feeling.

She had to think fast to get out of this safely. Something to keep his hopes up…

"Fine. Fine." Angela held up her hands. "I'm not confident in my own grasp of the situation, but I do know of some secrets like the one you're talking about. It'll take some time– say, a couple hours– to put together anything meaningful, and I'll need to call in an expert, but I can do it. I will do it."

She could only hope her friends were any good at improv.

Maurice was never one for early mornings, but he always made the best of his hour alone after the kids went off to school and Angela's shift started. That was his time to make coffee and goof around. He could prance around the kitchen in ways that would make Tucker gag if he were there, and as long as he couldn't see his neighbors, he could put them out of mind enough to sing as loud as he wanted.

Before work was the blues hour. Today he put on Lucille. Whole album, on tape, from the top.

If anybody asked why he started his days with the blues, he'd probably say something about the sad lyrics reminding him how lucky he was. How no matter how embarrassing the family vacations or boring the work or sleazy the boss, he still had a clean house around him and a faithful wife beside him.

In reality, though, he mostly just liked the beat.

Once he got into work, it was just the same as ever. Double-entries and journalizing. He didn't even get to mix up which accounts he dealt with. VLADCO was too big for that. It was Accounts Receivable, 140-180, day after day.

But at least it wasn't IT.

Then, after almost an hour of swimming through "Axiom Labs, Ltd. $1,300 Debit" and "Hey, Maurice, how was the weekend?" and "Nugreen Ectosuppliers, LLC $400 Credit" and "You get that last letter? Crazy what Masters is trying these days, yeah?", everything went dark.

(Or, at least darker than usual. The grainy white of every surface in the office never lent itself to anything deeper than a cloudy grey.)

After a few seconds of quiet shock, the lights came back. Now, however, there was a ghost floating in front of the door connecting the Finances and Supplies department to the rest of the facility.

He seemed to be well-muscled and of average height, though it was hard to tell exactly what a ghost looked like when they were putting off that much of an aura. His skin was dark green and rough-looking, like bark, and there was a reddish halo around his head like some sort of spectral hair. His blood-moon eyes looked over everyone in the room individually before anyone dared speak. Finally, he opened his mouth.

"This is the center of a company that arms humans againsts ghosts and similar threats. Yes?"

Shocked, a few people nodded.

"And you are all from the department keeping stock of supplies. I do not know where your weapons are kept, but I know that you do. Someone in here will retrieve them for me. I need them, if I am to bring my people, ghosts and humans, together again."

The tension finally broke the membrane freezing time, and several office workers started to move for phones.

"Don't bother trying to get help. I have severed all the lines of communication between you and the world outside this office. I will leave you alone, as soon as someone leads me to the armory."

Maurice glanced at the little LCD display on the phone on his desk. No signal. His computer, too, had nothing when he clicked over to the Internet settings.

No one said anything. Some kept trying with their phones, but not a single person offered to explain how scant and useless the actual in-house ecto-equipment supply was or show the path to it. Maurice imagined they were all thinking the same thing he was; yes, complying was generally the way to stay safe in a hostage situation, and panic was strong, but a ghost coming into town and getting their hands on even just half-assembled ecto-equipment never went well. And, maybe even more importantly, VLADCO had terrifyingly strict regulations on safe ecto-tech policy. Unless the immediate threat of being personally hurt for information increased, the consequences in the long run were the biggest monster here.

The ghost crossed his arms. "Fine. You have one hour to bring me to the weapons. I can wait. I have waited this long. If you take any longer, or if you attempt any trickery, then I will start going through with threats. Until then, you may have your time to panic and fantasize about ways out that don't involve giving up company supply. I will be standing here."

He leaned against the door, and his gaze stayed rock-hard on the workers and their cubicles.

Maurice caught the eye of his most tolerable coworker Jacob. Jacob widened his eyes in some silent look of panicked questioning. Maurice shrugged. He was scared out of his mind, but what was there to do? Freaking out wouldn't do anybody any good. He could wait here and see if any ghost hunter showed up, and once they got closer to the end of the hour, everybody could meet up and decide if it was worth giving up the ecto-tech.

For now... well, he certainly wasn't going to do more accounting. This was as good an excuse for a break as any.

He toyed around on his computer for a bit, fidgeting with whatever programs he had. Maybe if the ghost noticed him, he could say he was looking for office schematics explaining where the ecto-tech was held. Really, he couldn't think to do anything but let off stress.

He played around in the rudimentary E-mail client for a bit. Mimed sending goofy messages to his coworkers while he knew he couldn't accidentally send them. But there, at the top of his inbox, was the automated morning office update. It had just come in four minutes ago... after the communications were shut off.

Was there some kind of hole in the ghost's anti-communication measure? The intercoms weren't working, and normal E-mails weren't going through, even within just Finances & Supplies. But the daily updates worked on a different system than the normal E-mails, so nobody had to send them at a consistent time each day, just queue them up.

...Was there something about the different setup that made it immune to the ghost's blackout?

Maurice got to investigating.

[enderwolf91]

☆彡彡 A New Start ミミ☆

synopsis: life has become dull working your office job, unable to go out and enjoy yourself anymore. upon opening a letter your grandfather left to you after his passing, you find yourself on a bus to a new life, hoping to find that spark you so craved for in life.

word count: ~2.6 k

warnings: none!

notes: rewrite of this. the first part to (hopefully) a good series. this is the first fic I've written for an audience in a long time, and I want to put a lot of effort into each chapter, so I apologize if updates to this are slow. I also apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, English isn't my strongest subject despite speaking it my entire life lol. Enjoy!

“Three more? I just got done with the two you gave me yesterday!”

“I'm just here to give you your assignments, if you have problems take ‘em to the boss, Daniel.”

A loud scoff comes from the other side of the cubicle's wall, the sound of papers being taken with an aggravated force. “Whatever…”

A few moments later, a short figure takes up the opening to your cubicle, a man you're unfortunately familiar with as he holds out two Manilla folders with a bored expression. “Your next assignments for the week.” He speaks as if on the verge of yawning, casually glancing around the small, gray box at the minor number of decorations taped to the walls.

“Thanks, Paul,” you respond, less than enthralled to see more folders to join the stack on your desk. “I'll get started on them tomorrow morning.”

Turning back to your computer, the lines of words and numbers on the document you've been writing have started blurring together. But the looming presence still in the doorway of the cubicle draws you back to Paul, who's still looking around at the papers and photos you've taped up and the cliche cat poster the company gifted everyone last year that's started to wear and tear at the edges.

“Is there… something I can help you with, Paul?” You question him, biting back a grimace as his ears turn a light red as he finally looks at you.

“Hm? Oh! Actually, yeah, I wanted to ask if you were free tonight? There's a… bar nearby if you want to get drinks after work?” He fidgets with the stack of folders in his arms, shifting from one foot to the other as he can't seem to meet your eye.

It's the third time he's asked this month.

“Paul…” You sigh, “I appreciate the invitation… but I can't. There's stuff I need to finish by the end of the week, and with more work being piled on top of that. I just- I don't have time to go out.”

The disappointment is evident in Paul's expression as he gives a tight-lipped smile, “right. I'll… let you get back to work then.”

“Yeah…” You drift off, slowly turning back to your computer as Paul shuffles to the next cubicle, his voice notably less energetic than before.

Sighing, you go back to typing away on your computer, the hours of the work day passing by without you. Though, your own words keep echoing in your mind and distract you from work.

I don't have time to go out.

It's an unfortunately true statement. Ever since you got this corporate job for Joja Mart, you just haven't had time to spend on anything else. Oftentimes staying late at the office to finish a report, or taking the work home when the janitors eventually had to lock up the building for the night. Though the mountain of work does come with a generous pay, enough to pay for your rent and groceries and then some. Money saved up for the off chance you did get time to go out, go to the mall or a bar, but that day has yet to come.

Fortunately, the company graced you with some paid vacation time for your hard work, allowing you to fly back home for your grandfather's funeral. Long expected but still unfortunate, he was somehow always the optimist, telling everyone around strive for a long life like he had, strive for a happy life like he lived.

And while he gave everyone else in the family small trinkets and heirlooms, you received an envelope with your name written on it and a small note.

‘Open when you want a new start’

The envelope sat heavy in your bag on the trip back, and now sits waiting in the top drawer of your desk, your curiosity of what's inside still hot on your mind as you pull open the drawer.

The envelope sits atop a stack of graphs and old papers, a crimson red seal plastered to the front with an unfamiliar emblem, a sort of peace sign looking symbol you've never seen before.

The note written above the seal calls out to you, ‘a new start’ drawing your curiosity out even more as you pick up the envelope. Using your office scissors, you carefully open the envelope and pull out the paper folded inside.

Seeing the handwritten makes you smile softly, the neat print your grandfather seemed to have perfected being a bit shaky and smudged from his old age.

‘So, my dear, you want to start anew, huh? A change of scenery? Fortunately, I didn't leave you with just a silly old letter while the others got gifts. I own a plot of land in Pelican Town that I'm leaving to you. It's an old farm I used to live on when I was about your age and moved away from home, needing a change in scenery. Take good care of the place for me, will ya? The residents of the town knew me well, I'm sure they'll be happy to hear you're coming to town. The number at the bottom will call an old friend of mine, let him know you're on the way and he'll take care of you. With love, your old pa

Jack: xxx-xxx-xxxx’

It was a stretch, moving to a town that was over a seven hour bus ride away, packing up all your belongings from your apartment and saying goodbye to the company that's paid your monthly living expenses for the past few years; all to live on a farm that would become your only source of income, selling the fruits of your labor and not knowing anyone in town.

The bus wasn't as comfortable as you were hoping, but you could lay across the row of seats since there weren't many other people, and no one who was on the same journey as you're on. It was nice watching the world go by in the comfortable silence of the bus.

The bustle of the city and slowness of the traffic opened up to calm suburbs and residential areas, a park passing by every so often with children and dogs running around with parents watching over them; which all faded to the quiet of the countryside, rolling hills of grass and the occasional spotting of trees, it was then you drifted off to sleep to the lull of the bus driving and lack of bright lights.

The next time your eyes open, you're still driving and now you're going through a mountainous area. There's a few people on the bus again, all sticking to themselves until the bus stops at a town, though not the one you're going to as the doors close and the bus driver heads back onto the road.

It's only when you go through a tunnel and pop out the other side you start to feel like you're getting close. The scenery is starting to clear and open up more, and just as you look out the window you drive past a sign signaling the next stop to be Pelican Town.

Seeing the sign sends a jolt through you, realization of what you're doing settling in as you look down at your luggage stuffed under the seat. It dawns on you, you just threw away the security of the life you had to move a day away from anyone you knew and potentially lose everything you have, all because you couldn't stand your office job anymore.

“Pelican Town,” the bus driver's voice shocks you to focus, seeing you've stopped at a bus stop with the town's welcome sign outside.

“Right… thanks,” anxiety crawls through you as you grab your bags, giving the driver a nice tip before stepping off the bus with a shaky breath.

And before you can change your mind, the doors close behind you and the bus is taking off again. Without you.

Looking around, the bus stop is nice, unexpectedly away from the main town. Instead it's in a nice fenced area, a few trees, benches, and a paved path leading out of the area. It looked more like a rest stop than the entrance to a town.

Even more to your surprise, a voice calls out to you from the paved path. “Hey! I knew I heard the bus come by, you must be Samuel's grandkid, right?”

A tall woman approaches you with a kind smile, her white locks pulled back into a tight ponytail as she brushes off the sleeves of her dark green jacket.

“Uhm… yeah, I am,” you nod shyly, tightening your grasp on your bag as the woman greets you up close.

“I'm Sojourn. Jack said you'd be coming to town soon. C'mon, I'll show you to your grandpa's old place.”

Without saying much, you follow Sojourn down the path, taking a right at the fork and following until you see another fence up ahead and a large cabin-like home comes into view.

“Here it is,” Sojourn hums, opening the gate onto the property. “It's seen some better days, or years, but it's all yours now.”

Your eyes are wide as you take in the plot of land. Trees are everywhere, though not dense enough to make it a forest, weeds and miscellaneous plants fill the ground and leave little room to move around. Large logs and fallen over trees and rocks litter about the area. A large pond near the gate is filled with lily pads and overgrown roots, but would make a nice place for fish to live in once cleaned up.

The only part the seemed to be taken care of was the small area near the gate and house, clear of bushes and weeds and any overgrowth.

“We took some time fixing up the house for you, though most of the old furniture was rotten and broken down so we had to get rid of it,” Sojourn explains. “But, we got you a new bed, dining table, fixed up the fuse box and got you a new TV. It's only the essentials, but we didn't want you left with nothing on your first night.”

“Wow…” You can't help but stare up at the house, seeing it's bigger than your childhood home. “Did… Grandpa build this place?”

“From the ground up, though he had some help,” a man comes out of the house, the door swinging fully open. You recognize his voice as Jack's from when you called him a week ago, the night you had opened the envelope. Jack closes the door behind him, before properly greeting you with a warm smile. “Good to meet you, kid. After I heard what happened with Sam, I hoped he mentioned this place to someone, or at least sold it to someone so it didn't go to waste. Glad to see he kept it in the family though.”

“I don't think anyone in our family knew about this place,” you admit, unable to recall any stories about a farm from your grandfather.

“Sounds likely,” Jack chuckles. “Old coop didn't tell us he had kids, let alone grandkids, until he was too old to make the trip out here. Got his letters about your entire family about a year ago.”

“That's when Jack wanted to start cleaning up this place,” Sojourn adds. “Kept coming out here by himself and disappearing all day. Found him out here all tuckered out from pulling weeds and decided to help him out.”

Jack sighs, looking across the plot of land, “don't know how he took care of this place by himself. Took us a year to just freshen up this much. But he had rows of crops planted year round, and had everything nice and organized. Too bad the old barn and coops all rotted away, the greenhouse took plenty of weather damage too.”

The thought makes a weight sink in your stomach, the anxiety of your situation surfacing again, the realization of your new life coming to light.

Just as you start to look around in a panic, a warm hand lands on your shoulder, Sojourn speaking with a sincere kindness, “if you need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask. Once you've settled into the house, we can introduce you to some people in town who can help spruce this place up. I'm sure Satya and Zarya wouldn't mind planning out a new chicken coop and barn for the future.”

“Torbjorn can take a look at Sam’s old tools and fix them up for you too,” Jack adds with a nod. You look between them, names going over your head as you focus on the fact that there's an entire town of people your grandfather knew, yet never mentioned to your family

“Why don't you settle in for now, get used to the place, work on the landscape if you feel ready for it,” Sojourn suggests to you, realizing you're still carrying your luggage, and have yet to see inside your new home.

“There's a box with some farming supplies inside. For now, don't worry about paying for food, stop by the general store or the tavern whenever you need to eat. Once you start growing crops, you can sell them to the general store to start your income. Just know, you gotta work to get paid, just like your grandpa did. So work hard on your farm, kid,” Jack rubs the top of your head, ruffling your hair up before he leaves with Sojourn, letting you go inside to settle into your new life.

The moment you go inside, you drop your bags and fall back on to the bed, thankful for how soft it is as you sink into the covers. The strain of sitting and laying on a bus seat for so long puts a strain on your spine, the pain easing away as you stare up at the ceiling, contemplating what to do next.

You'd never worked on a farm before, let alone ran one on your own. You had some experience in taking care of plants thanks to your mother and her backyard garden, and your grandfather used to let you watch him make things in his garage, he had shown you how to use his power tools and how to put together pieces of wood. You had the knowledge of what to do, but not the experience enough to make it your lifestyle, your new way of living.

It seemed that had to change then.

Sitting up, you look around the open space, finding the box of supplies Jack had talked about. Inside of it you find old tools; an ax, hoe, watering can, and pickaxe; a large bag of fertilizer, and packets of parsnip seeds.

It's a start, and you manage to carry the supplies outside to the open patch of land in front of the house.

Getting a hold on the tools was a bit awkward to get used to, and having to dig through the lily pads to fill the watering can was a close call to falling into the pond, but by the time the sun began to set you stand in front of a plot of planted seeds, all watered and fertilized to grow fast and well.

And the first call of an owl makes you slouch and yawn, already feeling sore from the extensive physical activity you haven't experienced since taking your old office job. Barely conscious as you shower and change into pajamas, you slide into the new bed, feeling like heaven under your exerted body, the blanket providing a warm comfort as you easily drift off to the sounds of nighttime bugs and critters.

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Toxic: this is from 🎃 anon who kindly asked about writing something for me. this is amazing and it starts after cucking stepdad with another Joel so read that first. so many references 😭 💗

Anonymous asked:

Halloween here! Here's my lil fic just for you. I had fun rereading both Joels' fics and tossing in some inside jokes and hopefully captured their mannerisms and speech (dialogue is hard for me). Thank youuuuu!:) (also ur the genius not me lol). SDJ=Stepdad Joel

Joelkemon Universe What If?

(what if you met up with Thighs after your latest cucking fun) BY HALLOWEEN ANON

1.5k, thighs out!Joel x f!reader, cuck!SDJ

After the three of you come off your high, SDJ shuffles into the pool’s bathroom/locker room to clean up. He doesn’t come out for a while, and you and Thighs Out swim around a little and you chat and flirt together. You find out he's staying at the resort for two weeks partly on vacation and partly for work. He's a sports agent for a very famous golfer who now in old age is more famous for their spokesperson work for the resort and makes surprise appearances in the course for golf fans.

You both agree to meet for dinner that evening at the nicest restaurant on the water. “If you need anything in the meantime, sugar,” he brushes his thumb against your lip and you sigh. He looks up past your shoulder and his eyebrows go up. “Just give me a call.” He kisses your hand and nods his head, calling over your shoulder “Take care buddy!” to SDJ who just came back from the locker room and has a permascowl across his face. He looks between the two of you and shakes his head. “For god’s sake”, he mutters under his breath and huffs off while you lay on one of the chairs, soaking up the sun with your book. 

You tell your mom and SDJ you have dinner plans with someone and your mom says something like “good for you girl!’ but SDJ's jaw drops and he blurts out a short "No!" and then covers his mouth. Your mom laughs and smacks him in the chest. "Oh c'mon hon she's an adult. Don't be such a square.” You hear them leave while you're in your room getting ready.  

You change into a snug, lacy swimsuit coverup that could pass for a dress. You put on a new, skimpier swimsuit underneath and some strappy, tall sandals. Thighs sends you the name of the restaurant and you send him a mirror selfie from the bathroom. “Damn, sugar 💦 Don’t keep Daddy waiting 🦪” You mentally agree to yourself to send him at least three nude selfie that night during dinner. 

At the restaurant Thighs treats you to drinks and the best meal you’ve had the whole vacation. He asks about SDJ’s deal and you tell him the abridged version of your history. 

“Yeah, he sounds like a-” 

“Jackass, I know” you sigh. 

“I was gonna to say a dumbass prude, but that works too." He leans back and takes a drag of his vape (🍃) and blows it out to sea. "No way I could stop myself if you were under my roof. Hell, no way I'd wanna.” He licks his lips. This stirs something in you and you feel your core pulse under your dampening bikini bottoms. He passes you the pen and you take a huge hit.

“So, do you want to fuck him? No judgement if you do.” He puts his hands up defensively. You hesitate and he laughs.

“Alright..do you want to fuck with him?" You decide he's onto something and you both start plotting.

You move to the bar of the restaurant after dinner and the sun has almost set. You send SDJ a snapchat pic of you holding your near empty margarita glass in front of the sunset. He opens it but immediately notices a glint of light on your chest: it's a very familiar looking gold chain. He immediately messages you to Take That Off and Who Took That Picture. You ignore him and ten minutes later he sends you a link to a stunning and extremely expensive Zeels diamond necklace and message that just says "please" and “im sry”. Maybe we're being too hard on him you tell Thighs. “You could be harder on me,” Thighs pouts jokingly. “You know I’d be happy to return the favor.” You smile and tell him to close his eyes. His eyebrows shoot up and he grins, eyes closed. “Okay, you can open them.” There’s something soft and hot pink sitting on the small bread plate he didn’t use from dinner. Thighs out drops his jaw, for once since you met him, he is speechless.

You text SDJ a thumbs up emoji and a selfie of yourself without the chain. You're leaning over, giving him a decent view of your tits that he came to not four hours earlier. 

SDJ tries to video chat you and you decline the call. He calls you and you pick up, "What is it now?". "Just missin' you s'all." SDJ slurs drunkenly. Your mom made friends with a bachelorette party so I'm in the room…alone…" He sounded more pitiful and sultry. "Look" you say, cringing at how pathetic he sounds. "The only way I'll even think about giving you another chance is that you prove to me you're sorry. For being such an overprotective, prudish, selfish, cheating asshole." 

There's a long pause. "So you don't want to fuck me?" he whimpers. 

"I didn't say that" you say bluntly. He hears a loud laugh and woo that's my girl on your end of the phone. “Just wait for my text, ok?” you say. “‘Kay baby. Love-”. You hang up.

You send SDJ one last picture, this time over text, you’re in your coverup looking out over the bar's balcony at the beach. He replies with a picture of his bulge nudging his veiny hand while laying on the couch and a heart emoji next to his head.

Thighs and you head to the beach with two pool chairs after dinner. It's late enough in the evening that there are only a few people left straggling by the water. The beach bar is far but close enough that someone could see you two if they were really looking for something filthy. 

You really do feel sorry for SDJ. And you really do miss teasing him and sneaking around. But if you two are going to fuck again, he has to prove he was in the wrong. And if that ends up blowing up in your face you can at least blackmail him. It’s a win-win for you either way.

You lay on the chair as the evening cools down your skin. Thighs holds your phone with one hand and with his other peels your coverup off and unties your bikini. He kneads your breasts, continuing to point your phone at your tits and face. "Are we filming?" you purr at him. "Hell yeah, baby. And you look like a fuckin' star." You blush and he chuckles, rubbing his inner thighs off camera where his swim shorts end. You flop back in the chair and he grinds his shorts and his growing dick outline into your core. A little bit of trimmed pubic hair peeks out from the tent in his shorts standing almost at full attention. That show is just for you however. He keeps your phone's camera pointed at your jiggling breasts and face screwed up in ecstasy. "Say stop," Thighs growls as he grips the fleshiest part of your hip and thrusts his covered erection into your dripping seam. "M-more!" you loudly beg and arch your back. A few silhouettes at the bar look in your direction. This only makes your nipples harder and you grind quick little circles into his crotch, aching for some friction. "Be patient, baby. You can do it. Tell your Stepdad your offer." he smacks your bottom playfully as he continues to record. You blush and turn away from the lens, biting your lip and say, "I will forgive you, if you do something for me." You look into the camera lens. 

"There's room service and a box being delivered to your new room, you can thank him [Thighs Out] for covering the cost, in about an hour.” you say. “Open the box and text me if you're game or not. Talk soon!" you wink and the video ends. You send it to SDJ and he texts back "Anything for you. I'll pick up the key now." 

Thighs Out kisses down your neck and sucks your nipple while manhandling your ass so much it starts to feel sore. "Wanna come to my suite, sugar? That is if I can take my hands off this sexy fuckin' ass of yours." He jiggles it while playing with your bikini straps and slowly ties them back up. You nod your head yes and pull on your coverup. You both walk back to the main road in the resort and take a shuttle bus to the expensive side of the resort. You find yourself back in his room, legs splayed and laying on your tummy completely bare. You wiggle against the soft white comforter, Thighs already rubbing your ass and murmuring in your ear. "Do you want to wait for him before we record?" You shake your head and say, "I'll still want to even if he doesn't."

"God I love your energy, baby." Thighs presses a hard kiss into you and carnally licks your mouth. He breaks it off to grab his phone and opens the camera app. 

"Let's get started, baby girl. Let Daddy teach you what a real cock can do."

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Toxic: Ok the "woo that's my girl" took me out 😭 like ik it's my line but the context is so perfect and you can just imagine stepdad hearing it on the other end of the line. 😭 Also I 100% imagine thighs out being no-judgment, very in character.

Thank you, 🎃 anon 🖤

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[headstoned]

Hey could you write a dick knubbler x reader smut please! There are none but I totally understand if you arnt comfortable doing it! 🫶

A/N: Omg Dick Knubbler more like Dick Nibbler. you asked so kindly the least I could do is try. (I put my fic on pause for this.) Also this is probably so fucking shit I'm so sorry, Dick is such an amazing character I love that he works with Murderface so closely,, but there's not shit about him anywhere 💔.

Smut warning, no title.

Dick, he was eccentric. He loved Dethklok, and it sometimes disturbed you how worked he'd get about being their producer. He'd talk about it more than anything else. You felt as if he only called you to ramble on about his job while you had a shitty gas station job and had to deal with senseless rednecks every other minute. You barely got the time to talk about you. But, props to Dick, whenever you did get the chance, he was all ears and caring. You haven't seen him in the longest time as Dethklok was taking centuries to produce an album. Their manager sent them on vacation for a break, which also gave Dick a break. You got a random call at the beginning of the week, warning you of his later visit at your "humble abode" and now you were waiting like a dog at your door.

Well, it wasn't like you guys were any more than friends... You were only flirty with each other, but that came naturally for Dick. Sometimes, though, you would catch yourself melting after hearing the pet-name "babe" roll off his tongue midsentence. And maybe you'd think about it that night and your hands would wander...

KNOCK KNOCK... KOCK

You jumped violently at the sudden burst of sound and a shock of excitement washed over you. He's here! You couldn't jerk the door open faster. "Hi!" You said with a big smile. "Hey there, babe." He laughed. You noticed his mechanical eyes looking you up and down, a single rose in his hand. You looked confusedly at it and it came closer. "A little something for you from the Mordhous garden!" He grinned goofily and held it out to you closer. You took it in silence and let him in. You stared at its lovely redness as the door shut behind him. A rose? For me?

It wasn't rare for him to do these types of things. He'd take you to fancy restaurants and buy you expensive chocolate and forcibly take you on shopping sprees to "get rid of some money" as if he had too much. But a rose? That was the line crosser. He only gave roses to his dates...

You glanced back at him removing his suit jacket and his shoes and cleared your throat.

"It's nice to see you again during this shit week."

"Shit week?" He repeated, turning to face you. An eyebrow raised. You scoffed. "Yeah. And the worst day was this one. I had crackheads yelling at me."

"I don't know why you keep turning down being my assistant, you know we'd see each other everyday!" He shrugged and hung his jacket up. You rolled your eyes. "I don't. Charles does." You sighed. "Oh yeah..." He looked around for a second. "You've changed the place." He stated. You have. That's how long he's been gone. Long enough for you to rearrange shit. "Yeah."

He sighed dramatically. "Let me see the bedroom." He put his hand out. You giggled and took it, leading him to your bedroom. In there, only your bed had moved, but it didn't matter as that's where you two would hang out anyway.

As soon as you closed the door it was like the air changed. His gentle hold on your hand roughened and you were being pushed against the door.

"I've been thinking about you recently. I could really, uh, make you feel good if you'd like, baby. It could really help you relieve some stress."

Your brain fogged. He really must be sex deprived. But you agreed anyway. This wasn't like his silly sex innuendos. This was blunt.

"I've been thinking about you, too, recently."

Your mind swarmed with bee-like thoughts. What was going on? Was this really happening?

... no.

Yes. It was.

Recently. Yeah let's go with that.

You gave him a shy smile and a smirk appeared on his face. He leaned in closer and brushed his lips against your neck. "Y'see, I've been looking for a... serious relationship." He said against your skin and your knees almost gave out. A shakey breath escaped your lips, desperate for attention. "And I think I'm finally looking in the right spot."

He picked you up and you wrapped yor legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. A slight blush on your face. And a soft smile. "I didn't come over here for a cute little visit, by the way." He sat you down on the bed, the lights within his artificial eyes turning from green to red. You looked up at him, elbows propping you up. This was all really happening. It was like some goofy smut book.

"Oh yeah?" You asked playfully as he unbuttoned his shirt. Finally, you've accepted this feverdream of a night as reality. "I've came to make you mine."

°•♡

It was like that. Your fingers were caught in his blonde locks and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your lips danced against each other lovingly. "Oh God..." You gasped as he slipped into you with a leisurely pace. His head fell into the crook of your neck, his breathing whimperish. After kissing him for so long you could safely guess he had a few things to drink before coming over here. You addressed it, but he shook it off saying it was for his confidence.

God, you hoped so.

His cock slipped in and out of you slowly and painfully. Your moans were only sighs and heavy breaths as you ran your hands up and down his back. "You feel so good..." He finally gave in and quickened his pace, ending your slow torture. But it was short lived when you wanted it even faster and he completely pulled out.

"Turn over, babe..." He panted, holding himself in his hand as he sat back. You did as he said, as fast as you could. Your ass was stuck up for him and your face buried in the pillows to hide your heavy pants. You felt him caress your ass and run his rip along your slit. "Dick, please..." You begged, pushing back against him in vain. "That begging, shit, (y/n)." He sighed, but still continued to tease you. "Oh fuck, I need you so bad, please!" You would do anything at this point to feel him inside you again, and he got it.

He pushed into you once again, but this time it was fast and hard. You gripped onto the sheets as he repeated this action over and over again, each time harder than the first. You heard his grunts and moans from behind you and a knot tightened in your stomach. Already? You thought, but any other thought was pushed away by your sudden orgasm. You bit down on the pillow, walls clenching his cock as he sloppily pounded into you. You bathed in the post-release nirvana as you rode out your high.

His hands were gripped tightly onto your hips, surely leaving bruises, but you didn't care. You legs trembled, but he still used you until he came all over your back. There was a moment of just breathing between the two of you. And then you breathed out, "I think I love you."

It was whiney and desperate sounding. But he was only focused on your sweet body, his cum coating it.

"I know I love you."