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thebetawolfgirl · 6 months

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Quietly Yours

Pairings: Timmy x Reader.

Warnings: Smut.

A/N: I’m so rusty I’m practically a fossil.

Quietly Yours.

It was finally over. Brian had told him finally the contract had been terminated between him and Kylie Jenner as he was just coming out of rehearsal for his Dylan project.

He was finally free, it felt as if he could breath fresh air again hearing the news. But most importantly, as soon as his agent told him he couldn’t get to his car fast enough, when he usually treated his guitar with care and love he practically threw it into the back seat before driving off to the most important person in his world besides his family.

Y/n was sitting in the back garden of her house munching on her snack of carrot sticks and hummus dip as she read through the latest sent script when she heard Timmy’s car pull into her drive, she shuffled off her lounger and stood up frowning. Timmy wasn’t due back for another hour, he was supposed to be in rehearsal for at least another hour for his Bob Dylan Biopic.

‘Y/N!’ Timmy barged through the front door shouting out her name frantically looking through all the rooms on the bottom floor of her home.

‘Timothée?’ She ran through from the kitchen coming from the garden and she looked like a spring Goddess Timmy thought as he painted watching her run over to him and melted when she wrapped her arms around his neck.

‘Baby? What’s wrong I thought you had rehearsals for another hour?’

She looked at him before he nuzzled her neck breathing her in and heard him mumble something.

‘What?’ She pulls his face up to hers to make him look at her.

‘We’re free. Brian terminated the contract with Kris. We’re finally free, my Queen.’

She gasped as he let his face fall into her neck again inhaling her unique scent.

‘Wha- she- it’s, it’s over?’ She held him tightly stumbling back until she met the wall as he wrapped his arms around her waist humming in confirmation, she sighed and wrested her head against his shoulder running her hands up and down his back.

‘We can finally get back to normal and just be ourselves.’

He nodded and mumbled ‘At last!’

Timmy turned his head and began kissing along her neck holding her close against him while simultaneously pressing her against the wall as she let her head fall back giving him more access and ran her fingers through his thick curls, he had been letting his hair grow wild again for his latest project and she wasn’t complaining about it.

He moved his lips upwards and pressed his lips gently against hers, when she deepened the kiss opening her mouth for him, he gripped her waist and lifted her up against him while carrying her over to the large sofa without breaking the kiss and fell on top of her as she pulled him closer against her making her dress hike up her thighs.

He used his hands to clumsily push her dress further up her body before just ripping the front of her dress open tearing the buttons clean off and left sloppy kisses down her chest and torso. She pulled his hoodie off him along with his T-shirt and moved her fingers through his curls pushing them from his face as he slid back up towards her again to kiss her mouth hungrily, nibbling on her bottom lip, she ran her hands up and down his back before moving her hands to his pants and pushing them down his hips.

He hooked his fingers into her underwear and pulled them down her legs and tosses them on the floor before wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing into her as she wrapped her legs around him holding onto him, he began a steady pace thrusting into her slowly his breath picking up.

She held onto him by his shoulders as he thrust into her repeatedly kissing along her neck as she lay her head back against the arm of the sofa, she pulled him up to kiss his lips as he picked up his speed and roughness, causing her whole body begin to shake with the force of his thrusts making her gasp against his mouth and deepened the kiss opening her mouth.

‘Timmy’ she gasped running her fingers down his back digging her nails into his skin as he sat up and began slamming into her hard, his hair falling into his eyes panting hard. Y/n reached up and ran her hands down his chest and torso making him shiver and fall forward against her where she caught him in her arms gripping fistfuls of his hair between her fingers as he rammed his hips into hers and bit down on her neck as she came against him hard whining, him following after a few more thrusts both panting against each other.

They caught their breaths slowly as she held him against her sweat covered chest as his curls stuck to his forehead and face while he felt his heartbeat slow along with hers.

He moved his slightly and kissed along her jawline as she played with his hair gently.

‘I don’t want to go public yet.’

He mumbled against her neck.

‘No.’ She mumbled now rubbing his back.

‘At least for a bit. I just want you to myself for a little while longer.’

She smiled, and kissed the top of his head and pulled the throw over them.

‘I’m completely yours now.’ He nuzzled into her side pulling her closer against him.

She smiled again and whispered as they drifted off to sleep.

‘I will be quietly yours.’

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saucyjothoughts · 2 months

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my lord. what do you think the jo boys would think about good ol strap on pegging...

I died several times whilst writing this.

(nsfw under the cut)

Bojan: is ashamed of wanting this but the taboo of it and the intimacy of trusting you with his secret shame just adds to the pleasure. He prefers flavoured lubes (you let him choose) and always asks you to eat him out before you fuck him. Only ever wants to be done from behind, face down. Sucks the strap.

Strap of choice: realistic, 5 inches.

Jan: tits and anal from the same partner - what's not to love? Jan likes a good fingering and let's you do him from behind or flip him onto his back. He'll even get on top and ride although he prefers to let you put the work in so he can be lazy about it. Can come untouched when you're inside him.

Strap of choice: sleek, black, ribbed, 7 inches. He also has a preferred brand of lube and has his own strap, so he can fuck you in both your holes at the same time.

Nace: has been thinking about this for a while before you bring it up. He doesn't know if it's the sort of thing best left as a fantasy than acted out in practice but ends up loving the power it gives you over him. Likes to sit in your lap so you can kiss while he's rocking his hips (once you finally convince him he isn't too heavy for you). He has a load of pictures of you posing with the strap saved on his phone.

Strap of choice: anything from Bad Dragon.

Jure: doesn't think pegging will be his thing but he'll try anything once. Appreciates a reach-around or will hump a pillow for you, but can't come with you inside - it's too overwhelming. "It's kind of nice," he decides. "Like taking a shit but backwards."

Strap of choice: "Whatever you want. Actually, smaller than that please. Smaller. No wait, this one is shaped like a corn on the cob! Let's get this one!"

Kris: that ass... he knows you want it and he'll be bratty about not letting you get it. You always win though. Will jerk himself off while you're fucking him just because he knows he isn't allowed and he loves your punishments for being bad. If he doesn't start behaving himself, you'll have to tie him up.

Strap of choice: strapless, 6 inches but slim, in an attractive marbling of fuschia, white and gold. To be replaced with a matching crystal plug when you're not using him.

#umazane misli #nace jordan #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #jure maček #jan peteh

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fishiiwasdrawing · 2 months

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Hi guys

(Owner of oc from top left to bottom left)

Áila by @tazahan

Jun by @redara

Xiao by @AlikaKujo_Jolyn (on twt) (I DID THIS WITHOUT REFRENCE SORRY)

Kris by @tiredfox64 (THIS ONE TOO)

Saoirse by @helsensm

#shitpost #my artwork #art #mortal kombat #mortal kombat oc #mortal kombat shitpost #kung lao #mk kung lao

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chaos-chloe · 7 months

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A helping Southern Hand

Summary: Kris Statlander isn't available? Don't worry AEW's Southern Belle is always available to help.

OC: Dixie Fae/ Scarlette Price

TW: Descriptions of wrestling, country drawl, possible cursing (I don't remember) hook x oc {if I'm missing anything lmk}

I’m rushing, running my way to the curtain after Kris texted me that she got stuck in traffic, and needs a cover in the match. She definitely owes me a good dinner for working my night off. I catch my breath as I signal the sound guy to play my music to cut off Anna.

“Aw, did Orange and Hook not find a pretty enough partner?” Anna Jay teases while Angelo and Matt laughed.

“I guess it a handi-” Anna jay gets caught off by music

“I’m a Buckle Bunny

Drive my own truck, got my own money

Bangin' with the chaw, so I talk funny

Rhinestone hat says, "Kentucky"

I'm a buckle bunny.”

"AND THEIR TAG TEAM PARTNER, WEIGHING IN AT 126 LBS FROM FORT KNOX KENTUCKY, THE SOUTHERN BELLE DIXIE FAE!" Justin announces my name.

I come out around the corner with my hands holding my big buckle that is a floral background with a ribbon in pink text saying “COWGIRL UP”. I stopped at the top of the ramp, to tip my hat to the crowd while they were cheering. I sauntered my way down the ramp, slapping some fans' hands, to the ring. I started to climb the steel stairs, but Hook stuck out his hand to help me up the stairs gracefully, I grabbed his hand winking at him.

“Thank ya, Darlin’.” I greeted him and Orange with a small nod, Orange nodded back

“Well, Well, looky there Taz, your boy has some manners with our Southern Belle Beauty here.” Excalibur claims

“He knows how to treat the women roster.” Taz agrees.

I got behind the ropes, taking off my show buckle as Hook wanted to start the match with Matt. As they are circling around the ring Matt decides to scream in Hook's face.

“LOOK AT THIS IDIOT, HUH!? WHAT YOU GOT HUH?! WHAT YOU GOT? YOU WANT A SHOT? I DON'T THINK SO!” Matt has his arms raised taunting Hook, but he looks confused about where this little speech is coming from. Matt backs up to let Angelo tag himself in the match. Angelo hops in to start circling around Hook, like a hunter scaring its prey.

“He’s got this, doesn't he?” I inquired about Orange, he just nodded with a little smile.

“Alrighty darlin’, let's get this match started then.” I commented a little cockily.

Then, Angelo steps back to his corner and reaches his arm back towards Matt to tag in. Anna just stands there clapping to the crowd as Angelo tries to mess with Hook, but he turns things around with a hip toss to get Angelo off of him. Hook looks up to see Matt in the corner waiting to charge at him. Matt rushes him but Hook turns it to a drop sayanagi. Matt ends up with his back turned to Hook, redrum is in place but it's too weak to hold Matt up. Matt scrambles to his corner to tag in Anna, Hook backs off of Matt as Anna enters the ring. Hook starts walking backwards as Anna starts walking towards me. I sat on the second rope with my hand held out to Hook with a smile, he slapped my hand and now it’s time for some Cowgirl Chaos.

“Oh here comes our Southern Belle, entering the ring with Anna Jay.” Tony describes.

“Look at the wicked smile on her face, she is ready for something.” Excalibur wearily says.

As I got into the ring, Anna and I started circling each other waiting for something to happen.

“So you’re the pretty belle in the back, who's gonna get her ass kicked by me.” Anna taunted with a sneer.

“Oh, really now hun?” I questioned her.

Anna then kicks me in the stomach with her left leg, I bent down to play as that kick hurt. She grabs my right arm to try to launch me to the corner, I countered it by slamming my feet to the ground in a squatting position. I shake my head with a smile and then toss her in the corner behind me away from her corner accompanied by a yell of “NO!”.

I show off my non-show buckle with my hip popped out to the side taunting Anna, I try to go for an elbow strike to her face but she moves out of the way. The funny bone part of my elbow ends up hitting the top turnbuckle, with that static fuzzy feeling going up and down my arm. Anna rushes at me hitting me with a spinning high heel kick to the chest over my breast. I winced and tried to leave that corner, from further damage happening. Anna grabs my right arm again looking for her Jay kick, but I grab her leg to reverse the move. I slightly panicked, reversed into a suplex, but without a struggle I held Anna for 6 seconds then let us drop hitting the mat in the middle of the ring. I got back up to my feet, looking out to the crowd waving my invisible lasso; I darted my eyes over to our corner seeing Hook and Orange clapping for me. The referee runs in front of me to the other corner, realizing that Angelo was getting in the ring, causing a distraction letting Jack Hager come out of nowhere and hit Orange in the face.

I rush over to see if Orange is okay, grabbing the top rope and observing Orange on the floor holding his head. I turned around to Anna superkicking me to the face, I rolled over to our side trying to gain back awareness. I see that Orange is still down and Hook is walking threateningly over to Jack, who is walking backwards around the ring and Anna ends up getting a tag to Angelo.

Matt jumps off the apron running towards Hook hitting him with a mean clothesline. I slump down off and out of the ring by steel steps. I watch in pain as Matt picks up Hook and throws him into the barricade. Hooks falls down to the ground only to get picked back up and thrown into the ring to Angelo. Angelo grabs his hair forcing Hook to get up, Angelo pulls Hook into a suplex. He tries to cover Hook, thankfully Hook kicks out at 2.

I finally collected myself and had my arms on the apron watching Hook getting beat by Angelo with some forearms to the head. Parker then hits another suplex on a dazed Hook, holding his back in pain moving away from danger. Parker follows Hook and grabs his hair again with his right hand, dragging him over to their corner, slapping his left hand with Matt. Matt jumps in and hits a back breaker to Hook, letting Angelo rebound off the ropes running drive by to Hooks head with a god awful sound.

Orange and I jump up on the apron watching this all go down wincing in sympathy for Hook. Matt goes for the cover, Orange preemptively getting in the ring, but Hook kicks out at 2 again. I cheer and whoop that Hook is still alive with us in this match. I see that Hook looked over to us, I reached my hand out to give him a little bit of encouragement to tag one of us in to save him from this onslaught. Matt slaps the back of Hooks head/ neck, he stumbles over to the ropes to gather himself. Matt then grabs Hook, but Hook is fired up now, he delivers a big knife chop to Matt's chest three times. Matt is tumbling backwards but he kicks Hook in the abdomen to throw him to the turnbuckles. Hook’s back smacks the middle turnbuckle so hard that he falls to the ground.

“Come on Hook darlin! Let's go!” I yelled over Matt's “Yeah!”

Hook hears me and starts crawling over to Orange and I with help of the bottom rope, yet Matt kicks him down. Hook keeps crawling, but Matt decides to hit Orange with an elbow.

“YOU ARE DEFINITELY GETTING THE PIG FARM NOW, HUN!” I threatened Matt

Matt continues his annoying onslaught to Hook, keeping him away from me. I turned half of my attention to Orange to get a good look at him. I turned my full attention to Anna Jay, and the ring.

“You ain't nothin’ darlin’, bless your heart!” I yelled over the ring to her with my full southern drawl.

“STOP!” Anna banshees a response to me as Hook gets whiplashed into their corner.

“We are getting a whole new view of our Southern Belle tonight guys.” Tony Comments on my scream.

“I think we are just seeing her natural response to her new friends getting beat down.” Excalibur responds

Hook falls back down to the mat, as Menard slaps his left hand to Parker's right hand. Matt places his foot on Hook's neck and grabs his left wrist to keep him still , as Angelo gets in the ring. Angelo enters and kicks his left hip hard, I walk over to the left side of the ring trying to rally Hook to give him energy to get to our corner. I walk back to our corner and see that Orange is back, I give him a nod to greet him back. We watch as Hook holds on the bottom rope trying to gather some energy. Angelo then copies Orange’s kicks with his hands in his pockets.

Orange and I try to start rallying the crowd with slaps to the turnbuckle and claps, most definitely out of beat. I tune back into the match as Hook gets thrown into the ropes, rebounding into a dropkick. We wince and cover our face in slight shock. Parker goes for the cover, I stand on the bottom rope looking over the referees shoulder as Hook kicks out for a count of 2.

“GET DOWN!” I look up to Anna Jay giving me a look.

“Honey, I think you need to fix your face!” I clapped back and Anna made a noise of frustration.

I step down off the ropes seeing Hook is in some type of trouble, he ends up doing a back body drop on Angelo Parker. It sends Hook to the ground holding his back in pain. Parker grabs his ankle dragging his whole body to their corner and tagging Matt back in, again. Matt starts delivering kicks to Hooks head, Hook is covering his head trying not to get injured from their vicious attack. Matt again throws into a corner and falls to the ground in pain after trying to get away.

“COME ON DARLIN’! BRING IT ON HOME!” I try to scream encouragement to Hook.

I start slapping my right hand to the top turnbuckle, rallying energy from the crowd for Hook to make his escape. Matt has a different idea and keeps his nasty attack going on Hook with Jack Hagers watching proudly from the floor. Hook delivers a surprise left hook to Matt's jaw, giving him some breathing room. Hook starts hitting Matt with out-of-nowhere forearms. Matt found a brief pause in Hook's attack to strike back with his own forearm, sending Hook back to the corner.

Hook ends up finding energy as Matt and Angelo are tag-teaming him in the ring, he takes both of them down with a lariat after rebounding off the ropes. Hook uses his last bit of energy tagging Orange in the match, while falling to the mat away from the match. I crouch down with a hand on his back, checking up on his well being after that awful onslaught. I caress his back till he is out of the ring, either on the apron or on the floor.

“You gonna be okay, darlin’?” I check on his health

“Yeah, I'll be okay in a few” Hook groans in pain.

I am slightly shocked that he spoke to me, knowing he has a reputation of being silent, not caring, and eating chips. I smile down at him letting him recover in peace while Orange is in the match.

Orange takes control real easily of Angelo grabbing his arm then moving his hand to his neck and slamming his head to the top turnbuckle causing him to become slightly dazed. Matt tries to attack Orange as Angelo stumbles away but ends up with the same fate. Just like clockwork, they kept coming back for more and more like they were stuck in a loop. Orange climbs to the top rope ready to deliver a dropkick, but Angelo and Matt cowered away. Orange jumped down and the boys turned around to watch him put his hands up and stuff them in his pockets. Matt and Angelo rush him with a double clothesline but Orange dodges them with a ninja roll.

Orange turns around to meet them both with a dropkick, to the upper body. I stand back up in our corner just as a caution or escape route for Orange. I see that Hook is struggling to get back up, using the ropes for leverage, I came over and grabbed his free arm to walk him over to post to lean on.

“Thanks Belle.” I heard Hook whisper, I nodded back to him with a smile and an innocent wink.

As Orange gets back up to his feet, Angelo rolls out of the ring, Matt is struggling to get back up to his feet; Orange makes a decision to rebound off the ropes and run to hit Suicide dive on Jack Hager. Orange, rushed back into the ring meets with Matt, tries for a tornado ddt but gets blocked by Matt as Angelo rushes back in and attacks Orange's left shoulder. Angelo and Matt go for a double suplex but Hook rushes in and pushes Orange's feet back down to the mat. Hook attacks both Matt and Angelos shoulders, to weaken them for a double suplex of their own. Anna tried to be smart and block Hook’s and Orange’s suplex. I rushed in with a hand on both Orange and Hook to find Anna, I wrapped my arm around her and counted to 3, delivering a suplex to all three of them.

Hook and I hurried out of the ring with each other, I noticed that his hand was on his abc again. My mom-like instincts came over me and I wrapped my arm around his back, letting him lean on me until we got back to our corner. As I helped Hook back to our corner, I watched Orange take off his sleeve going for an Orange Punch. Angelo sidestepped and snaked his arm around Orange's abdomen letting Matt come over and take him down with a leg sweep. Angelo ran from the corner, stepped up on Matt's back delivering an elbow to Orange's back.

Orange rolls out of the ring, as Hook runs in and carries through a T-bone suplex to Angelo, catching him off guard. Hook turns and launches Matt through a T-bone suplex as well. He then sees Angelo holding on the top rope in our corner, he inflicts another t-bone suplex, but he throws Angelo onto Matt. They both roll out of the way, out of the ring, just as Anna gets in the ring yelling nonsense towards Hook.

This causes the referee to get distracted again, so Jack Hager hits Hook with a running clothesline over the top rope. Orange pops back up to hit Jack with his famous Orange punch, knocking him down to the ground with a nasty fall. I clap and holler “yee-haw” to my boys for taking control of the ring again.

“Now you know, think of your actions, hun.” I said menacingly to Jack.

Anna then jumps on Orange Cassidys back trying to lock in the queen slayer, but I come in behind Orange to get her legs behind my head and I hold onto her arms to keep her from hitting me. Matt tries to rush at orange but he side steps sending him to Hook, locking him in redrum. I planted Anna down with a new move called “Muck em”, Matt started fading in Hooks redrum. I pushed Anna and myself out of the ring as Angelo rushed in but was hit with the Orange Punch. Orange rushes to cover Parker and counts 3 as the bell rung.

“THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH; FTW CHAMPION HOOK, FRESHLY SQUEEZED ORANGE CASSIDY, AND THE SOUTHERN BELLE DIXIE FAE!” Justin announced over the speaker system

Orange, Hook, and I all gathered ourselves in the middle of the ring, Hook getting his title. Orange reaches for my hand, I let him grab my hand, bring it to his mouth, kissing the back of my hand and pulling me into a hug.

“Thank you Southern Belle, for coming to our aid.” Orange thanked me as if I was a princess. I laughed and shrugged my shoulders stating that it was no problem. Hook walked over and grabbed my other hand doing the same gesture as Orange but kissing my hand twice. The crowd is going absolutely wild for both vacant emotion wrestlers thanking me in a very emotion based way. Hook pulls me in a hug that lasts way longer than Orange’s hug did.

“Thank you so much for covering Kris and coming to help us. Meet me in the back, in 30 minutes?” Hook asked as we were pulling apart looking into each other's eyes while I was smiling brightly at him.

“Of course Darlin’, just come by my locker room then.” i invited hook with a wink

Hook and I pull apart so we can raise our hands together with Orange Cassidy, to celebrate our win.

“Look at what a celebration from a very surprising team that came together very easily.” Tony stating the obvious.

“The boys are just showing our Southern Belle the proper amount of gratitude and respect for her to come out and help them.” Taz explains to the world

“Will we see more romance in the future from them? Is the question, look at how Hook looks at her.” Excalibur points out too

“We don't know, but we will see how this builds in front of us.” Taz commented back.

Would y'all like a Part 2? Y'all have idea? Let me know!! <3

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respiratory-kristem · 7 days

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Kris information!!

It's all under the cut :)

@fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency @justsigma-bsd @currentlyeatingrocks

@fedya-the-rat-god @casinoownersigma @purplelockscreen @reaper-beneath-the-moon

@oscarsgallery @sayuutoria

@discourse-on-decadence @futuremafiabossdazaiosamu @the-caged-jester / @juniper-bunch @sugarthebee

TW for abuse, death, substance addiction, mentions to gore, body disfiguration, s/h, violence etc etc

Misc stuff

Derogatory terms he calls himself:

Failure

Revived Corpse

Weapon

Flesh puppet [with a soul]

Puppet

Addict

Monster

Creature

Demon

Empty doll

A thing to be manipulated

Creature of bloodlust

Frankenstein

Corpse puppet

Favorite things / Likes / Things that’ll win him over:

Robert the Lion, his plush toy

Bread

Cold cuts

Cheese

Chocolate cake

Brownies

My Chemical Romance

Sparkly stickers

Trains

Whiskey, wine and beer

Praise

Bubbles

Knives, machetes etc

Really decorated guns

His Nintendo + Video games in general

Five Nights at Freddy’s

The colors purple, pink and black

Sparkles

Gay shit

Feathers

Coffee

Spicy food

Homemade Indian food

Schnitzel

Bunnies

Cats

Oranges, Mangoes and apples

Hobbies / Interests:

Gaming

Singing (but he never does it in front of anyone)

Mathematics

Drawing

Reading

Writing

Painting

Composing music

Weapon collecting

Gun customization

Ability details

Tendrils act as extra limbs

Can summon about thirty tendrils at a time

Most of them come from his back, he can summon them from the ground in a 5 feet radius around him as well

When not in use, they can take the form of wings but when he deactivates the ability they all disappear. Injuries sustained remained though.

Favorite family members

Fukuzawa (obviously)

Sigma

Karma

Oscar

Atsushi (BEAST)

Extra information

His top three games to play FNAF, Monopoly and Mariokart!! Mario Party Superstars and Super Mario Wonder are close runner ups

He can cook contrary to popular belief. He can cook palak paneer, schnitzel, ramen and idli sambar very very well. He does often set things on fire in the process but it’s tasty!

He can’t feel high temperature. He has no sense of heat

He does start calling his old boss from the mafia “Boss” or his mother “Mama” when he’s in a bad mental state

He loves turtlenecks an unhealthy amount

He also loves chunky booths and certain chokers

He likes emo / punk aesthetics

He loves to wear dresses or fem clothing and does his makeup sometimes

He has worn a bunny suit on several occasions for fun

He will also wear dresses and bunny suits for his boyfriend too

He’s got quite a bit of money from Katie’s will/inheritance

He owns a house in Sweden

His left eye is extremely weak

Behavior patterns

A absolute sucker for headpats and pets. He doesn’t care about the feeling or motive behind them, he will melt into the touch and slowly grow more attached to the person giving them to him

He loves rewards. Food, clothes, anything. He loves loves loves rewards

Doctors make him spiral. Even seeing a long white coat will send him into a panic, and he hates medical equipment

It’s even worse with needles. He sees a syringe, a needle or anything of the sort and he’ll be sent into a panic attack or a hallucination episode

Weirdly he finds some comfort in basements. Because when he was in the basement in the mafia he was “safe” with his box and plush, he couldn’t be hurt by punishments or Boss

He loves cheese. Katie used to only really manage to sneak scraps of cheese, bread and cold slices of meat to him when Kris was forced to starve as punishment, which led to him to viewing all of those as “safe foods” and finding deep comfort in them

He’s used to being called derogatory terms such as ‘creature’, ‘weapon’, ‘monster’, ‘demon’ etc etc so he often tries to call himself those terms when he thinks he’s done a “bad thing”

Dissection was a punishment in the mafia so when he’s had a really really bad day he will gut/dissect himself to punish himself

He drinks a lot after bad days

He spends time on roofs and throws things off of them to release anger and stress

Easily manipulated because he just needs to be praised and given physical affection. Currently working on it

Has bad trust issues but if someone tells him something that feeds into his own insecurities he will believe it after a little convincing

Behavior patterns (fused)

He will grow attached to a person he views as “Boss” and absorb some of their personality traits

He will also grow attached to anyone who speaks German with him!!

He only really eats human flesh when in this state. Any other type of food makes him nauseous and he can only really stomach raw flesh and blood

He has a permanent smile stuck on his face so he uses his eyes and the glow levels in them to show his emotions. Plus when he’s excited or angry or deeply annoyed more black liquid will drip from his mouth

The liquid dripping from his eyes will always be trickling out. It doesn’t matter how he feels, it’s an eternal flow of neon goop

He can’t really feel any other emotion other than all-consuming destructive anger, intense overwhelming joy, or complete and utter boredom or annoyance.

He’s basically run by his thirst for blood and violence, and his need for death and slaughter

He has really spotty memories when he unfuses, being able to remember some things but not others. These amnesia barriers are really frustrating for him

Does not trust anyone. Will only act on his own impulses + bloodlust and orders from whom he views as “Boss”

He genuinely is a monster. A weapon to be utilized for mass destruction

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a-heart-attack-ow · 7 months

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The Arrangement. Part Seven

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7: **NSFW/Unedited**

His clenched jaw was the first thing I noticed when I got called into his home office. I had no idea when he'd returned home or why he'd felt it necessary to have Sam come and fetch me for a meeting, but I could feel my anger boiling beneath the surface of my skin, in my veins as I stared back at my husband. Colby Brock stood before me in all black, a tank top that showed off his muscular arms and his half-sleeve tattoo, paired with a pair of black skinny jeans. Beads of water pooled at the base of his dark locks that hung in his face. He'd clearly just returned home given the state of his hair, the water fresh from the downpour outside. Our house had lost power hours ago because of the storm. Now all we had was the dim light of the candles to accompany us. It had been two whole weeks that he'd been away from me. Two whole weeks that he'd been traveling for 'business'. Business that I hadn't been given any information on. He'd left in the middle of the night, with only a note on my pillow for an indication that he'd gone. He'd not bothered to call or text at that time. He'd truly left me high and dry.

But now he stood before me. Jaw clenched, eyes narrowed as he stared into my soul. A part of me wanted to slap him for leaving me the way he did. After that night we had dinner with his parents. After I swore to him that I would always be there for him. He'd told me he loved me but disappeared into the night without so much as a second glance. I fold my arms across my chest as I stare at him, the tension thick in the air around us. I don't speak as I study him. I don't say a word as his eyes look me up and down in quiet appreciation. I'd spent the last two weeks with Kris and Celina, planning which charity events we'd be hosting on behalf of the Brock Family Estate. I'd thrown myself into work because I couldn't think of him. I couldn't think of how he'd left me. So I focused on work, working out, and reading up on what things my husband had been up to with his gang of drug traffickers. Thanks to Sam, I had all the knowledge I needed about their 'business'. Colby throws a smirk my way when he takes in what I'm wearing. The deep v-neck of my long-sleeved, red top. It was form-fitting and paired with a higher-waisted black skater skirt. The skirt was short and the sight of my bare legs caught his attention.

He looks like he wants to devour me and a part of me wants to let him. But I'm so angry that I can't.

Colby knows I'm angry, his smirk growing as he takes a step around his desk, his pale blue eyes never leaving me for a second. His left hand lingers on top of his desk, his fingers lightly gliding over the cherry wood. My eyes catch his wedding band as it hits the candlelight. When he takes a step forward, I take a step back, my back brushing the closed door behind me. My reaction to him doesn't phase him a bit as he chuckles darkly.

"I heard you were a good girl while I was gone..."

His voice is so deep, so needy that it sends a shiver up my spine. He notices the way my body reacts to only his voice, the way I have to physically clench my thighs together to keep myself composed. All I can think about is him buried inside of me. All I can think about is the dirty things he'd whisper in my ear. All I can think about is that I've had to pleasure myself for the past two weeks and my hands just couldn't do it the way his hands could.

"...Oh no, is my baby mad that I left her on her own for two weeks?"

He asks when he sees my facial expression remain unchanged. Even though he knows every fiber of my being wants him, no matter how angry I am. I don't speak and I don't move as he ponders what to do next. The dark amusement on his face tells me that he's as aroused by seeing me as I am by seeing him. Since we'd gotten married we'd never spent a night apart. And while I understand that he's not always going to be home all of the time, a part of me wished he'd left differently. That he'd communicated without just leaving me. I didn't want to be clingy, I just wanted to be treated like a normal wife would be. A wife that a husband speaks to about basic things like business trips. I shudder to think of what it would've been like if we had children together. How would our children react to their father just disappearing in the middle of the night? Colby strides across the room to meet me, taking a mere five strides to reach me. He glances down at me, his wet hair remaining on his face as he studies me. I peer up at him and attempt to hold my ground as I try not to let his 5'11' frame intimidate my 5'0' frame. His hands rest on the door behind me, on either side of my head. He is focused on me, but I keep my eyes forward on his chest.

"Do I need to fuck an answer out of you my love?"

He asks, his voice deepening as he uses a hand to force me to look up at him, his grip firm on my chin. Once I look at him, I feel my stomach flip. His handsome face and the desire etched into it made me weak. It made me want to forget why I'd been so frustrated in the first place. It made me wet without him even touching me.

"Colby..."

I start, my voice giving me away immediately. There's a breathiness to my voice, a willingness to surrender nearly outranking any logic that I might've had before. It's a tone that causes him to laugh once more, a dark chuckle that seems pleased by my reaction.

"... You can't just leave without a proper goodbye and then come home and act like nothing happened."

I practically moan the words as his hand moves from my jaw, his fingertips tracing down my neck. I feel him guide my head to the side as he leans down to kiss my exposed neck. Slow and sloppy kisses are placed along my skin gently, almost like a nonverbal apology. The sensation of his lips on me causes me to close my eyes for a moment, chills appearing on my arms as he uses his tongue to start marking me. My breathing immediately becomes erratic as he does this and I have to physically focus on not sounding too frenzied. I didn't want him to think he'd won this argument, even if he did set my body on fire with desperate need. I can feel the mark forming on my skin as he sucks, groaning against me. His hands trace over mine slowly as he uncrosses my arms and instead pins them to the door behind me, restraining me.

"I left you a note."

He rasps as he guides his lips from my skin. For a moment he stares at his handiwork. The smirk grows when he sees the deep purple mark he's left on my skin. I turn my head when I realize he's finished with my neck, my gaze meeting his.

"The note said, 'I'll be home later' Cole. That's not a proper goodbye."

When I speak, he chuckles once more. His lips trace mine and he hums in response. There's a quiet contemplation for a moment as he mentally decides what he wants to do next, his grip on my arms remaining firm. It feels like a slow form of torture as I wait for him to decide what to do. A part of me wants to talk this out, but a bigger part of me wants to make up for our two weeks apart. Out of pure impatience, I pushed my lips against his, no longer able to have him so close without getting what I needed. He kissed me back with an eagerness that matched my own, my body still restrained under his touch. He kisses me with such love and attentiveness that had been missing when we'd first gotten together. Gone were the days of deepened kisses that felt like constricting lust. He groans against me as I feel his body press up against mine. I can feel how hard he is and instantly I know that I need him inside of me as soon as possible.

Needing air, we break the kiss, our eyes clouded with desire when we look at each other. His chest heaves up and down as he studies me. Without saying a word, Colby pulls my arms up above my head. Holding both of my wrists down with one hand as he uses the other to trace the inside of my thigh. His index finger slowly creeps up further and further up my thigh with cruel intentions. His eyes never move from my face, not even when he reaches my soaked sex. A look of surprise moves over his face as he starts to trace my clit.

“You’re a naughty girl Mrs. Brock. Not wearing any underwear in such a short skirt.”

He starts to tease my clit, slowly as he watches me closely. He gets a deep satisfaction as he focuses on how much his fingertips pleasure me. He uses his thumb and his index finger to rub my clit while his middle finger carefully dips inside of me. My eyes close as he starts pumping his finger in and out of me. He chuckles to himself as he moves his lips back to mine. Kissing me deeply until we’re both out of breath.

“I should punish you for walking around here without any panties. For wearing such a short skirt while doing so. Anyone could’ve seen you, Emilia. Anyone could’ve seen this…”

He pauses to push his finger a little deeper inside of me.

“... Sweet little pussy…” Once more, he pushes his finger in as deeply as he can. A sensation that feels so good it makes my head spin.

“... My sweet little pussy.”

He finishes speaking as he adds another finger, a moan escaping me when he does. He knows exactly how to move his fingertips for maximum satisfaction. He only has to thrust his fingers inside of me a few more times before my walls start to tighten around his fingers.

“Colby…”

I whimper as his movements grow more relentless. Nearing my body closer to the edge.

“... I’m gonna cum.”

I finish as he finger fucks me over the edge. I cum around his fingertips. I feel breathless as I feel myself relax. My chest rises and falls in quick succession. He stares down at me in hunger as he withdraws his fingers from me. He doesn’t look away as he brings his fingers to his lips licking them clean. His look of satisfaction grows as he tastes me. Watching him is enough to make me wet again. He removes his other hand from my arms which are still above my head. With my arms back at my sides I study my husband closely. My eyes flicker down to his hardened cock, but when I think to touch him, he stops me. Instead, he guides me forward. I don’t speak as I let him maneuver me wherever he wants me. He bends me over at his desk. There’s a silence that hangs in the air around us. For a moment I feel his gaze on me, debating what he wants to do with me first. I don’t speak as I wait in anticipation for him to make a move. The only thing that breaks through the silence is the sound of his pants zipper being pulled down as he takes off his pants. His hands trace my ass cheeks, as he slides my skirt up so my ass is fully on display. He hums as he studies me, placing his hands on either side of my hips. I feel his hardened cock tease my folds from behind. A sensation that causes my breathing to hitch, the anticipation causing my core to ache with desperate need.

“You know, I’ve thought about fucking you over this desk non-stop for the past two weeks.”

He pulls my ass in against him, his cock slowly sliding inside of me. He pauses once he’s inside of me, letting my body adjust to him for a moment. I feel so full with him inside of me, my core eager for his movement. Colby pulls back and starts to thrust inside of me, slowly at first. Painfully slow. I want the friction as he fucks me. I want him to fuck me senseless, but when I go to ask him to go faster he chuckles.

“Baby, be patient.”

He groans as he thrusts inside of me at his own slow pace. His breathing, ragged as the sound of my ass slapping against him fills the silence. His fingers grip me tighter as my core flutters against him. Even going slower, I still felt myself nearing the edge for the second time tonight. The second he feels this, he groans again. This time he thrusts deeper, the angle of his cock hitting new depths within me. I moan as he does this, his grip tighter on my hips, tighter than before. I half hope that there will be a bruise when he does this some sort of proof of how thoroughly he fucked me.

He starts thrusting faster inside of me, my ass is flush against him as he leans forward and whispers.

“I’m going to cum inside of you. I’m going to fill my baby up and let her know how sorry I am for leaving her behind.”

I moan once more, my core tightening around him. Without saying another word he thrusts one final time and we cum together. When he does, my eyes flutter closed, my body at peace as his cock twitches inside of me. He spills into me deeply as he holds my ass in place. Lifting me up slightly so his cum doesn’t pool out of me. We remained together like this for several minutes, his lips kissing up my spine.

“I am sorry Emilia.” He groans, pulling out of me. Leaving me exposed once more. I feel his cum escape me once he’s no longer able to keep me in place. I feel his seed spill down my inner thighs and my legs suddenly struggle to stand. It takes me several seconds to catch my breath, but when I do I force myself to look over at my husband. His blue eyes focus on me closely, smirking at me while I pull my skirt back to where it had been. He pulls his pants back on as I glare up at him before poking his black tank top-covered chest.

“Next time you need to talk to me. I understand if you need to leave, but a fucking note? A note that barely gave me any clue about what was going on? Not okay.” My tone is more playful than the expression on my face. A tone that makes him smile. He leans down to kiss my forehead and sighs.

“I had to make an emergency delivery overseas. I didn’t want to wake you up in the middle of the night. You were sleeping so peacefully after that awful dinner with my parents. I just didn’t want to bother you and I couldn’t talk about it over text or on the phone.”

I focus on him and sigh. I knew that something had to have happened for him to have left the way that he did. But that didn’t mean I had to like how he left me. He’d said he didn’t want any more secrets between us, but he’d kept me in the dark about this entire delivery.

“We need a safe word for unexpected deliveries. You could write it down and then I will know for next time.”

Colby looks down at me, his gaze is soft as he smiles at my words. He nods, arms reaching out to wrap me in an embrace. I’d forgiven him the moment that I first laid eyes on him. I knew and he knew it too. I couldn’t stay mad at him forever. I just didn’t have it in me. He holds me tightly against him.

“How about, the next time something like this happens, our safe word is avocado?”

I can’t help but laugh at his words, my arms also wrapping around him. We hold each other, our laughter filling the room.

“Avocado? Sounds perfect.”

I whisper against his chest, nuzzling him. The last two weeks without him had been hard. I’d missed just being near him, holding him close, and getting to just breathe him in. Over the duration of our marriage, he’d become a comfort to me. A soothing presence that just felt right. I’d missed the little things he did. The way his glasses framed his face when he was working at his desk. The way he smiled whenever Sam came over for dinner. How he’d read his emails in bed next to me as I fell asleep. It was all of the little things that made up our relationship that made me truly happy he was home.

He kisses the top of my head sweetly, his fingers running through my long black hair. I don’t want to let go of him. I don’t want it to end, but I do pull back to look at him, and when I do I find his blue eyes looking down at me in appreciation.

“I read your plans for the charity project you’ve been working on with Kris and Celina. I am so proud of you…”

I feel my cheeks redden at his words. I sent him an email with my plans yesterday. I didn’t realize he’d taken the time to read it over. His smile grows when he notices the blush forming on my face.

“... It’s going to be good for you to do what you love. You care about the community and helping people in need. I can’t wait to see you flourish.”

I look at my husband and feel so grateful that he’s telling me this. That he’s accepting me for who I am. For the first time since arriving here I felt comfortable enough to be myself. Looking in his eyes, I can tell he wants to say something else, but when he goes to speak a loud, feverish knock on the door interrupts him. The person behind the door doesn’t wait for a response, instead, they open the door.

“Colby…”

Sam’s voice rasps. I can tell by the sound of his voice that something is wrong and Colby knows it too. Sam is breathing breathlessly, sweat on his forehead. Colby immediately lets go of me and pushes me behind him as he looks at Sam. His body is tense but when Sam speaks next, Colby’s body seems to go completely stiff.

“... A package was delivered and when I checked it…” Sam pauses, his face seeming to whiten at the mental recollection of what he’d seen. Whatever he’d seen, it was bad.

“... I found a severed ear…” This time when Sam pauses he looks at me, sympathy finding its place on his face. It’s then that I feel my stomach turn. I know instantly that the ear must’ve belonged to my father. I can see it on Sam’s face, the fear of having to tell me. The fear of hurting me by telling me that my only surviving blood relative was hurt.

“... It’s your dad’s ear, Emilia. There was a note attached to the ear, addressed to both of you from our parents. They’re giving you one month to get off your birth control, so your body can have the time it needs to adjust before you and Colby have children. You have one month to do this and get a doctor’s note for proof before Mom and Dad send another part of your dad.”

Colby looks back at me, actual fear in his eyes as he studies me. I don’t speak as a silent tear goes down my cheek. I knew that the family I married into were awful human beings but I had no idea they’d go to this extreme to force my compliance. For a moment I’d forgotten that I was a chess piece, but they’d thoroughly reminded me tonight.

I was nothing more than a breeding mare for the Brock Family Estate and any potential heirs I could give.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

And there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it.

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abbysimsfun · 15 days

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 36 (Home Renovation & A New Routine)

The first thing Heather did with the Landgraabs' money was hire contractors to add a second story to her home. Her son was small enough for now and his crib still fit in the living room, but their one-bedroom home would only get smaller as he grew, so she added two new bedrooms (one for Ash, one for guests) and a second bathroom.

She didn't really have an eye for design, but she knew she liked green and yellow and decorated accordingly. The money from Malcolm was meant as an investment in their son’s future and this home expansion certainly qualified, but she was determined to grow her business and raise the rest of the 175,000 on her own. Even though she was a long way from independence, she began to dream of the day she could rebrand the clinic under her own name.

Per Heather and Malcolm's agreement, Heather would keep primary custody, but Ash would spend some weekends with his father in San Myshuno, and the first weekend crept up on Heather with so much to do at work. She dreaded being separated from her son, least of all so he could spend a weekend under the influence of Nancy Landgraab.

"It's fine. This is healthy even though it's hard." She gave herself a pep talk before she left for the city with her son, then stopped in to visit her family at Fountainview Penthouse before they were due at the Landgraabs.

Her Uncle Karl and his husband Mortimer greeted them warmly. "Ash looks like you," said Mortimer kindly, but Heather thought she heard a hint of relief in his voice. Was it because of the curse? The less he looked like a Landgraab, the better?

Catching her mind wandering about the old tale, she admonished herself for taking it so seriously. It's just a name, and curses aren't real. She forced herself to repeat the thought like a mantra.

Holly was still wearing her deep-sea fishing uniform when they arrived after her workday. She talked excitedly about the job she loved as her nephew bounced to Mortimer's old school records in her arms. "The catches in the bay are so huge they could eat the fish swimming through the River Bagley! And Kris' work as an art critic is beginning to get attention. Every piece he writes is better than the last!" Ash wriggled from her arms to wiggle on the floor.

"He loves music, I guess," noted Holly's husband, Kris. "Didn't you say Malcolm was a music fan."

Heather nodded, anxious to imagine her son inheriting more traits from his father. Music was one of the many interests she and Malcolm never shared. Even though she listened to music growing up, she always preferred quieter surroundings.

(I like when my sims pick their own faves. Eventually I just had to give her a favourite -Focus Music fyi- because I waited until YA to see what music she ended up liking, and the only music preference she ever developed was that she hates alternative.)

The only time she ever sought out music was to focus on projects for school, and her brother always said ambient sounds weren't really music, anyway. Heather was fine with that, but Malcolm never understood why she didn't know anything about all the hottest new bands and singers. "He used to say I grew up under a pretty little rock in our tiny little hometown."

"Malcolm's a jerk," said Kris, and Holly nodded in emphatic agreement. "But your son's pretty cute. Maybe we should have one, Hols."

Holly beamed. "I've already reached the top of my career, so I'm ready whenever you are. I've been ready!"

Heather knew her generous sister and her high school sweetheart would make wonderful parents when the time was right, but for now she had to leave them. "Ash and I have to go. Nancy will be such a pill if I'm late."

Despite her fear, Heather knew she had no choice but to adapt to this new routine with the Landgraabs. ->

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thegengarprincess · 20 days

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“I always thought you looked beautiful in white..&🤍

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Pairing; (🐶🫶🐱) Jure Maček x Bojan Cvjetićanin

Warning; RPF AS ALWAYS! don’t like, don’t ✨read✨! That is all ;3. (⚠️)

Tags; (👗🚬) cross dressing/ mild angst with a happy ending/ misunderstandings/ dialogue light until paragraph 5 cuz author’s has a terminal case of ✨over explainer✨/ tooth-rotting fluff/ the wedding dress photos have been holding my soul hostage since I saw them N this the product of that 🥲👍/ time skip/ Puppy Love™️/ Bojan is literally just a lovestruck puppy boy at his core and I won’t let anyone forget it/ post- midlife crisis kitty + puppy cuddles/ they have a orange cat N beagle puppy by now who follow the two e v e r y w h e r e/ author still can’t tag 4 shit/ BOJAN GIRLYS/GN! PSPSSPSPS COME GET UR FOOD WERE HAVING POST-SHOWER BOJAN 4 DINNER >XD/ author is desperately starved of BoJure content so they took matters into their own hands (💍)

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Summery; After a incredibly tiresome day of blitzing the entirety of their cramped apartment together in an attempt to neaten up the humble abode for the couple’s big move to Logatec, Jure takes it upon himself to tackle their shared wardrobe only to stumble across an item that hadn’t seen the light of day in a long, long time. A wedding dress of all things? Tho to some a wedding dress is just a big, white, poofey gown you’ll only ever wear once then only see in dated photo’s. But to the drummer, it was the very same dress he wore for that photoshoot with his now fiancé of two in a half years shortly before they ended up becoming much more than friends(with benefits). “Wonder if it still fits anymore?…” (🚚)

A/N; (👾🎁) *W E L L*- it’s been almost 2/1 months since the last time I’ve came out my self-induced hibernation EXCEPT THIS TIME I come barring a (belated) bday gift 4 my wonderful, amazing, gorgeous, sweet, talented, cat-coded darling of a moot *THE* ✨@j-restlessgeek✨ (who u should ABSOLUTELY be following btw >:3!) N w us both being normal 2 a certain degree over that photoshoot w Jure in a mfn *WEDDING DRESS*, I sprinted 2 my drafts, beat my writers block w a iron hammer N now I’m left w this ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️. THO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO! BONE, APPLE, TEETH N CATCH YA ON THE FLIP SIDE~<3

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Switching off the running water, droplets from it’s remains began their journey trickling down the ends of Bojan’s drenched hair and back, swiftly snagging two freshly dried, strawberry pink towels from their nest on-top the radiator and wrapping the larger of the two around his soft, yet still that little bit toned waist as a means of hiding the singer’s (admittedly small) dignity then going in with the same process on his semi-soaked hair. Tussling silky, puppy brown locks till they were restored to their fluffy and water-free glory once more.

After shuffling into a pair of spare grey sweats and his favourite (out of the fifty he used to frequently steal from Kris) Beatles tee, threw on some moisturiser combined with the brunette’s much beloved hair products, he strolled down the boldly patterned hall to his and Jure’s shared bedroom to check with the other what movie he decided they’d be watching that night. Which was Bojan’s plan. Until he locked eyes with the sight said bedroom had so unfairly chosen to lay before him….

He swept open the door with a gentle hand, all knowledge of anything other than the figure that also seemed just as lost in their own little bubble as he was, completely stripped away from him in less than a millisecond. If you asked Bojan what the definition of “perfection” was, his answer would simply be the person he saw in that very moment without a single thought.

Investigating every part of themselves in the mirror, unbeknownst to how they had just effortlessly stolen not only his heart, but every word, thought and breath that hadn’t had time to run away from the home they called Bojan’s body. Tho sooner than later, the trance he’d somehow found himself in a whole lifetime ago by now slowly fizzled out, senses flooding back into their designated stations as he drunk in the utterly ethereal scene of his fiancé adorning what seemed to be a wedding dress?

It wasn’t just any wedding dress he’d found Jure clad in either, better yet the exact same one his lover had worn for a photoshoot that got very popular with a certain crowd which made up a (not all that) small corner of their fanbase almost two years ago if his mind wasn’t subconsciously changing how time worked again. And oh if it didn’t make Bojan want to fall straight to his knees right on this very floor he currently stood upon and worship every single minuscule atom that consecutively came together to create the undeniably gorgeous, talented, amazing, intelligent, beautiful, hot, wonderful, sexy, unreal and down right mesmerising human who only he got to the pleasure N divine prestige of calling “his pretty drummer” for how ever long he’d allow him the privilege to, eternally Bojan wishes. (And he would in a heartbeat if only there was somesort of miracle out there that could grant him permanent immortality to do so).

“Uhhh, m-muca….?” The slightly lovestruck singer spoke up meekly. Causing the bubble to burst completely as his fiancé swiftly quirked around to face him, stare’s ping-ponging back and forth in a short attempt at trying to grasp the signals Bojan’s face was sending the older’s way, a melting pot of surprise and shock swirled in blown chestnut pools while waltzing across the rest of his features but so did another feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Regret? “Geez Bojči, You look like you saw a ghost or Sonček when he catches a bug. Is something wrong or-” “No no! I was gonna ask what movie you picked out for later and then I opened the door and saw ya like…that.” Jure glanced down and then, the realisation dawned on him. It’s the dress. He doesn’t like the dress on him.

Splotches of rose waltzed their way onto his cheeks and neck, almost giving off the appearance the sun has had it’s way with him earlier that day as if they weren’t entering early November in a few weeks. Pacing over to both boy’s wardrobe he prised open both doors and vigorously began undoing the laces that tied the gown together, a subtle frown accenting his lips.

‘What was with that face tho? Is he having second thoughts already?’

‘No that can’t be it! Maybe he was just a little surprised, haven’t worn it awhile anyway.’

‘The first words he said to me after leaving the changing room were I always thought you looked beautiful in white so what else could it be?!’

‘Did I do something wrong? Did he finally get tired of waiting and moved o-‘ “Darling wait! what’s up huh?-“ ‘I can’t be losing him now. How would I even explain it to the kids-‘ “Hey hey, I’m sorry if I looked a little mad but it’s not what you think it is I swea-“ ‘God please don’t say he’s-‘ “C’mon muca! just talk to me I’-“ ‘I should’ve left the damn dress where I found it then left it at tha-‘ “Jurček, wait no! don-“ ‘what have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I do-‘ “Jur-“ ‘I shouldn’t of proposed in the first p-‘ “JURE.”

The blonde felt a tight sensation in his left wrist out of the blue. Like a weight was tugging at it and refused to come off no matter how hard he tried breaking away from it’s crushing, iron grip. And with that, his sudden mid-life crisis came to a careening halt, tweaking the other way to stare down furrowed browns and warm eyes reflecting into his own murky-tear pricked one’s. Now is definitely not the time to mention it of course, but Bojan had never seen a prettier cryer in all his 30 years, 1,565 weeks and 10950 days of being a resident of this planet we know as earth.

“Oh sweetheart~</3” He enveloped an arm around his lover’s nearly naked waist while another slotted in between short, soft, honey gold strands, cradling the older’s head as tenderly as one could. The more barley audible, soft weeps and sniffles poured out of Jure, the more pieces of the shorter boy’s heart shattered. Each break getting louder and louder till his fiancé’s muffled whimpers calmed down with the help of a few comforting back rubs accompanied by gentle whispers of “everything’s alright now” and “I’m here love, you’re safe” into Jure’s skin, long after all his tears gave out.

Still rubbing his eyes periodically and trembling internally, he intertwined his fingers then let Bojan guide them both to their bedside. Flopping down without hands parting a single time and burrowing themselves into eachother’s side, tracing thousands of nonsensical patterns over the drummer’s exposed chest, shifting upwards to carve a lingering kiss on his darling’s forehead with praises of every kind bouncing off those lips Jure never seemed to ever, ever get enough off no matter how many times he’s felt their heavenly touch. “You’re stunning you know that.” Bojan grinned through slurred words, sleep unwavering in its mission to reel him hook, line and sinker. “There’s no one in this world who’d I’d want as my muse not just now, but forever than my pretty drummer boy alright.”

“You’re pretty drummer boy eh?”

“And once again, I am really so sorry about earlier Muca-“

A chorus of paw prints bustled outside their door. Echoes of panicked meows and barks steeping closer and closer, making themselves increasingly known to the couple. “I’ll go let the kids in..” the blonde yawned, a fond twang lacing his speech as he quietly crawled out of his (quite obnoxiously snoring) fiancé’s grasp and nonchalantly turning the knob as both boy’s pets barged inside to shower their dad’s with a multitude of licks, nuzzles, sniffs and paws for attention. Being mindful not to disturb the lull that’s taken over the singer’s being as usual considering it was vastly approaching 5pm.

There was of course, much more work to be done before they could actually move but that’s one of the many task’s tomorrow’s Jure and Bojan will have to face. Their only task’s now consisting of supplying both animals currently huddled in their arms with everlasting pets while simultaneously keeping the other from hogging the covers, shielding them against the spitefulness that Slovenian winter brings year after year. Perhaps a spring wedding would suit them just fine…..~🔔

#I said it would be done in 2 weeks….it was infact not done in 2 weeks :’333333 #BUT EVEN THROUGH TEARS’ WRITERSBLOCK’ N A TRUCK LOAD OF HOT CHOCOLATE ✨SHE’S HAS ARRIVED✨#it rlly is a fine day 2 remind everyone Jure has worn a wedding dress considering it’s also another v prolific Jure girlys/gn! Bday 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥳#now why don’t we play a game of *will I go back into hiding after this post like a fugitive on the run from the FBI OR won’t I?? :3 #Puppy Prince N His Chaotic Orange Kitty Boyfriend™️#bojan cvjetićanin #jure maček #bojure #joker out #Gengar in fanfic wonderland 👾✏️🗒️~

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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 18

You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

A/N: Thanks all that are sticking with this one, it picks back up again, I promise!

TW: Sexual Assault, Description of injuries and assault

2.4K Word Count

Ch. 18: If You Wade Around Forever, You Will Surely Drown

The shock of the statement sent you reeling, yet again. He was awake. The man you saw as a father figure was awake, and you weren’t there. Deep down, you knew that he wouldn’t care if you were there or not- what he would care about is that the reason you weren’t there. The guilt of not being there when he came to cause a pit to settle deep in your stomach, as your eyes went misty.

“Y/N, we did tell him what you had said to me before we left the ER to find you. He also wouldn’t tell us anything, because he feels that it is your story to tell.” Kris continued, seemingly oblivious to your inner turmoil.

“Smart man,” you whispered, your icy gaze shifting back to Kris. “Because it is true, it’s MY STORY to tell. I get to know all of what happened, I get to decide who knows what, and if it’s important or not.” Her expression dropped, she knew that you were not going to open up about this.

“This isn’t a moment of weakness, Y/N. This will help you, this will help us understand him, and help us to help Scarlett.” She tried to appeal to your more logical side, but you were not in a logical state of mind at the moment.

“Waters ISN’T LOGICAL, Kris. He does whatever. He’s a loose fucking cannon, that’s why he isn’t in the Army anymore. ” you fire, turning your gaze away from her to look out the window instead.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” was her response. “So I take it that’s how you know each other?” She asks, shifting her position, lifting her left knee over her right leg, so she can rest her hands on top.

“Yeah. You could say that.”

“So…”

“So what, Kris? He was my CO in the Army. He made my life a living hell there. Now he’s doing it to an innocent woman, and me for payback.”

“Payback for what?”

You thought long and hard about how to phrase this.

“Blowing the whistle,” Was your quiet response. “I had seen him do some terrible things. I tried to let it be, to not get involved. But he messed up. He hurt someone and sent them to the infirmary. I had no choice but to say something.” It wasn’t a lie, per se, but you had carefully omitted that it was you who was the victim, that it was you who had witnessed everything because he had assaulted you. That your best friends had found you, taken you to the infirmary, and the rape test gave the brass all the evidence they needed. The reason you had to say something was that he had pushed it too far. Had he not pushed it that day- you wouldn’t have had to say a word. You would have been deployed with Nix and Cam. You could have protected them. But his paranoid measures cost two good people their lives. So now, you try to make sure that their sacrifice isn’t in vain.

“What did he do, Y/N?”

“Aside from his usual berating, he threw a stone ashtray at someone. Knocked them out.” Was your response, again, omitting the important details, like the rape that led up to the whole ashtray Olympics, or that the “them” was you.

“Mmm. Okay.” She could tell there was more to this, but wasn’t going to push it. “I’m going to let you rest, Y/N. But Chris and Paul want answers. I’ll try to push them off for you. But you can’t put this off forever.” She stood, a worried look on her face.

“Don’t, Kris.”

“Don’t what?”

“Give me that look. That’s exactly why I don’t tell people things.” Her expression shifted from one of pity to one of knowing.

“Well, Y/N, you better get used to talking. Because that’s all you're going to be doing while you’re in here.” She turned towards the door.

“Kris?” You caused her to stop and look over her shoulder as she waited for you to talk.

“Did anything happen to Scarlett?” Kris’ shoulders slumped.

“I don’t know yet, Y/N. We sent a larger detail to her house, but that’s all I knew of.” You shook your head in response, returning your gaze to the windows to look outside. Before you knew it, your body willed itself into a restless slumber.

*****

You could hear faint whispers in the room around you, but couldn’t make out what was being said. It sounded like Kris, but she was talking to someone and you couldn’t tell by the voice who it belonged to. You tried to focus on the conversation, so you could figure out who was in your room without opening your eyes, and possibly alerting them that you were awake. The hushed voices sounded strained, like they were fighting.

“You shouldn’t. Be. Here.” Kris whisper-shouted at the other person in the room. What caught you off guard was another female voice.

Scarletts voice.

“I will visit whoever I please. Last I checked it isn’t a crime to check on someone.” She muttered.

“Girls, please!” A male voice interjected. Jim.

“Jim! Her being here will stress her out more! She needs to leave!” Kris whispers and yells at Jim. You weren’t a fan of how Kris acted since this new project began.

“Scarlett is her client. They have spent a lot of time together since we picked this project up. If Scarlett wants to check on her, let her!”

“Ahem… still in the room, guys!” Scarlett interjects.

“And, Jim! You just got discharged, you should be at home resting!” Kris continued.

“No. She came to visit me every day while I was in the hospital. I will be here for her. She’s my daughter!” He whisper-shouted back.

“What?!” Scarlett squeaked, and both Jim and Kris shushed her. “You’re her father?!”

“Not by blood, no. We’ve kind of…adopted each other in times of need.” He whispers. You could hear everyone shuffling around as the door clicked open.

“Hello everyone,” you heard as it sounded like the doctor shuffled in. “I’m Dr. Roberts.” The door clicked behind him as you heard him walk to the computer across the room. “I need to run some tests and check Y/N’s vitals. Are any of you family?”

“Well, this is my turn to leave,” Scarlett says quietly, gently patting your lower leg as the door clicks open and shut again.

“Finally,” Kris mumbled.

“Kris. LEAVE.” Jim barked, sick of the blondes antics. He sighed as she shut the door behind her.

“I take it you are family?” The doctor asked.

“Yeah, stepfather.” He responded. You suddenly felt what you presumed were the doctor’s cold hands through your gown as he gently tapped your shoulder. You jumped at the sudden feeling of someone’s hand that close to your face.

“Sorry, didn’t want to startle you, Ms. Y/L/N. I need to check on some things before we discuss discharging you.”

“OK.” You responded, a dry smile on your face. He began checking the cut on your face, cutting away the bandage so he could ensure the stitches were clean and dry.

“How do you feel, Y/N?” Jim asked, a concerned expression written on his features.

“Like I had the shit beat out of me for hours, honestly.” You groan as the doctor leans you back, so he can begin to probe certain areas of your body to check for tenderness. One of the regular nurses comes in, a bashful smile on her face as the doctor pushes on your side, the bruising now making itself apparent. You groan as Jim grimaces for you.

“Well, Y/N. You do have some bruised ribs, a mild concussion as well as some minor stab wounds that have started to scab,” the doctor started. “Your breathing sounds ok, so no punctured or collapsed lungs. The black eye will disappear; just try not to bend over to pick anything up for a while.” He continued. “The cut to your eyebrow is stitched, healing as nicely as possible with the double scar tissue. Make sure you keep this ointment on it, to minimize the appearance of the scar as it heals.” You nod as he continues. “It’s going to get purple and nasty looking for a little bit, but as long as you keep up with the scar cream, it will reduce and the color will lighten. Do you have any questions?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Good. Now, please wait here, the OB will be coming in here shortly to speak with you.”

“OB?”

“Yes, Y/N. We have an OBGYN assigned to this case since you were attacked. It is standard procedure.” After this, he nodded curtly and swiftly left the room.

“The personality on that one, eh Jim?” You ask, pointing to where the doctor just left.

“Y/N,” he warned, narrowing his eyes. You shied away from his gaze. “Honey, why didn’t you bring someone home with you? You can’t pull a Wonder Woman with this guy.” His gaze softened as he stepped to the side of your bed. “I can’t always be there to protect you, Y/N. And I’ll be dammed if I have to bury another daughter.”

“There wasn’t time, Jim.” You respond, staring down at your hands, fiddling with the wristband to avoid eye contact. A knock on the door brought your gaze back up, and an Amazonian-looking woman in soft pink scrubs walked into the room.

“Good afternoon, Y/N. My name is Stef,” she spoke softly, a slight accent making itself apparent. She turned to Jim, a bright smile on her face. “You must be?”

“Jim, my name is Jim. I’m Y/N’s stepdad.” She nodded before reaching out to shake his hand.

“Dad,” you corrected. His smile grew at the correction.

“Well, Y/N, this is the first time I’ve seen you awake since you got here,” she started. “There are some things I want to check on, and some things I want to go over with you.” You nod, letting her know to continue. “But, for the sake of this exam, I am going to ask Jim to leave, OK?”

“OK.”

“Now, if you want someone in here, we can ask for a third party to be in here. But they need to be female.” You knew you wanted Kris in here, but not if she was going to keep acting up.

“My assistant, Kris. But I would like to speak with her alone, first.” She nodded, leaving the room with Jim in tote. Shortly after, Kris came back into the room.

“Jom said you asked for me?”

“Kris, I want you in here while they do my exam.” You say coldly.

“Ok, sure Y/N.” She smiled.

“Under one condition.” Her face dropped.

“Drop the attitude, Smith.”

“Wha…”

“You know what I mean, Kris. This attitude you have towards Scarlett needs to stop. She is our client, a paying one. And she is going through a lot with this. This ordeal is not her fault. Quit treating her like an inconvenience, and. Play. Nice.” She looked utterly shocked as you called her out on her antics. “Jealousy is not a good look on you, K.”

“I’m not jealous.” She quipped.

“Kris, I was with you for two years. I can tell when you’re jealous. We both agreed when we broke up not to do this.” She looked like a dejected puppy and sat down in the corner chair. “Kris, she’s gonna talk to me about some shit, and it doesn’t leave this room. Understood?” She nods at you her eyes questioning. At this point, Stef walked back into the room.

“OK, are we ready to begin?” You nod at her, a small smile in acknowledgment. She sat in her rolling chair, rolling over to the foot of your bed. Pulling out the stirrups she guided your feet into them. “Now, Y/N. Medically, you were attacked. You were violated in ways that most do not ever have to experience,” she looks at you, as she puts her gloves on. “For that, I truly apologize that someone felt the need to do this to you.” You nod in acknowledgment. “However, this is something that has to be done as a result, to make sure everything is ok,” she continued on. “If at any time, you feel uncomfortable, please let me know.” You gave her one last nod and felt the pinch as the speculum slip inside of you. As you felt the stretch of the tool, you grimaced at the feeling. “I know, this thing is uncomfortable. I’m sorry,” she started. “You do not need to answer if this makes you uncomfortable, but this will help me understand the extent of any damage or injuries that may have occurred,” she continued. “Do you recall what you were penetrated with?”

You took a moment, allowing yourself to think back to the last time you were in the apartment.

“Yes, I do.” You speak softly.

“That’s good. Your recall is intact. Are you comfortable with telling me?” You nod, looking at Kris before diverting your gaze to a spot beside her. You were on the fence about seeing her reaction to this.

“There were multiple occasions,” you begin, seeing the way Kris’s face drops. “But they used their fingers, their fist, and a silencer for a gun.” Even the doctor dropped her facial expression, and sorrow washed over both women’s faces.

“Is there any way that they could have inseminated you?”

“I suppose, I’m not sure.” She nodded, continuing her probing as she performed the exam.

“Well, Y/N, the blood work doesn’t show any anomalies at the moment, no drugs or alcohol,” she started. “There is some significant tissue damage to the endometrium and cervical canal.” She stood, removing the tool, and setting it on a tray before removing her gloves and throwing them away. “You will likely develop some vaginal scarring as a result. This may or may not result in painful intercourse, as well as more painful periods.”

Nodding, you look up at the doctor, as she comes over to the side of your bed.

“If you would like, I can give you some OTC contraceptives, in the chance that you may have been inseminated. With it being a week after your assault, it is hard to tell if you are yet. ”

”A week?” You ask, your eyes narrowing at the new information.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“I’ve been out for a week?”

“Well, not out, necessarily, but your body has been in a recovery mode, of sorts. You’ve been in and out of sleep all week.” Kris said quietly from the corner.

“Shit.”

CHAPTER 19

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