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sukunasbabymama · 3 years ago

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I think I can.

↳ Pairing. Bonten!Rindou Haitani.

↳ Summary. In where an executive of the most vicious gang helps you with your relationship problems.

↳ Warnings. Fem!reader bc is a messy idea, cursing, violence from violent men ofc, slowburn? I’m not sure but let me know if it’s not to edit the warnings.

↳ Note. Dangerous men not as your scary dog privilege but straight up being your guard sound cute. Also, don’t settle for lame treatments from friends with benefits, my children, because aside from the benefits part, y’all are friends and you’re supposed to respect your friends. <3

One thing people never believe you until they see it is that you know the Haitanis personally, and they straight up call you crazy if you mention that you’re close with the younger one, and like of course, is a little difficult to believe since you don't hang out with him for obvious reasons but still, you just chuckle and go on with your day because you have everything but the time to convince people of your friendship.

The most annoying one of all of them is your… friend with benefits? Sneaky link? Whatever but that man surely can get on your nerves when it comes to your friendship with the Haitani.

“Hey, so you keep saying you’re friends with the man but, is he embarrassed of you or something? Why haven't I seen him in all these months seeing you?” He asks you out of nowhere, in a mocking tone. You chuckle.

“Since we are meeting your friends in one of his clubs, let's hope we can meet him there so you can stop with the mockery, mhm?” You say in a more condescending tone.

And just by that simple comment your night was ruined. You had the hope that since it’s Friday you would go and drink one of the expensive hard liquors that Bonten’s club offers to their VIP member because, yes, even if you don't spend your whole salary in the place, you’re still a high-value member. You smirk at this, maybe you can show your stupid date that he shouldn’t go talking all that nonsense knowing that you don’t lie.

When you arrive at the club your date tells you that his friends are already inside so you nod and take his hand, dragging him weakly to the door.

“What are you doing? We have to wait in the line to-,”

“Ayo, miss Y/N, haven't seen you in a long time!” The bodyguard at the door tells you, you smile at him and kiss his cheek when he leans.

“Hi, hi, You know I enjoy my own apartment a little too much, and he doesn't let me get exposed that much either way,” You laugh with him while your date is just looking between you and the big guy in confusion.

“Don't let me stop you, get in already queen!” He says with a big smile, you bow slightly and get inside with your date, hearing the big man tell the people in line that you don't have to wait to get inside but they do.

You ignore the questions that were being thrown off your way and walk to the bar, smiling at the guy and nodding. When he gives you a small cup with some brown liquor that you know costs half of your salary, you look at your companion.

“Now my night is a little better, where are these friends of yours?” You ask him.

“On the VIP section, they got a great spot for tonight, what was all that? And this? You haven't even paid! “He throws his arms in the air and you shrug. “And it's fucking D’USSÉ, I can't pay for that!”

“Who says you're gonna pay for it? Just keep walking.” You tsk.

When you get to the VIP section on the second floor you greet the friends and the ladies that were with them and sit in silence, swaying at the rhythm of the music in your own little world.

Couple of hours later and you were already on your third cup and bored to an astronomical level.

“Can we dance?” You ask your date, who is already a little tipsy.

“You know I can’t follow you when dancing, Nah.” He laughs and you sigh, looking behind him. You smile.

There he was walking to his special seat like he owns the place, and he does.

He looks to where you are and stops in his tracks, a mischievous smirk on his face that was being returned by you. You stand up and walk to him, throwing your arms around his neck softly and feeling his hands surrounding your waist.

“My God, you’re fucking breathtaking,” He murmurs in your ear and you chuckle. “Good to see you again, doll.”

“Hi, good to see you too, I was hoping you would come today.” You tell him.

“You should’ve told me you were gonna be here, I would’ve come earlier,” He says. “It’s always an experience to party with you.”

“I mean, what can I say? I’m the life of the party,” He laughs and you do too. “Where’s my baby?”

“He’s older than the both of us, stop babying him,” He rolls his eyes. “He’s having fun at one of the VIP rooms. But I’ll text him that you’re here, he’ll probably ditch everybody just to dance that ugly song that y’all like.”

“It’s not ugly, you’re just tasteless—,”

You stop talking, looking at the people dancing on the first floor.

“Doll?” He asks, getting close.

Maybe it is the alcohol or the fact that you asked him earlier if he wanted to dance and he gave you the weakest excuse, but you feel a sting in the chest when you see your companion on the dance floor, not only dancing with one of the girls that supposedly came with his friends but also making out with her. No, it's the humiliation of doing this while he’s out with you when he could simply wait till you’re not in the place. Y’all didn’t have an open arrangement and the both of you were very clear in the do's and don't' of your arrangement.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me,” Rindou moves you softly to make you look him in the eye. “Why is my pretty doll about to cry?”

You lift your hands to clean your face softly, trying not to ruin the little makeup you have on.

“The guy in the red shirt is my partner,” You tell your friend and he nods, covertly looking down till he sees the scene that has you like this. “We are not officials, it’s just kind of humiliating because, God, not thirty minutes ago I was making small conversation with that same lady. I don’t want to look back but probably all his friends are looking at me like I’m so—,”

“Did I tell you how breathtaking you look tonight?” Rindou interrupts you, knowing that you were about to say something foul about yourself. “Every time I see you wearing satin dresses I swear it’s like I’m facing an angel.”

“Rindou.” You smile softly at his words.

Rindou has always been like this; A kind of absent but really reliable friend. Since the day you met him back when you were teens and he was starting to get into the gang world till today, Rindou Haitani has always made sure to let you know that you are above what any man deserves, even himself. And yes, Rindou was honest enough to let you know that he is interested in you but he wouldn’t make any move since he needs you living a peaceful life without all his “fucked up demons”.

“What is it, angel?” He asks and you suck a breath to get yourself together.

“I feel awful.” You confess to him.

“Wanna go home?” You nod at his question. “I’ll take you there, go grab your things.”

In silence you go back to the table and without saying anything you take your purse and walk back to where your friend is waiting for you on the stairs. You hug his arm but when y’all are on the first floor he stops and looks at you.

“Before taking you home, I need to break one of his limbs,” He notifies you in a condescending tone. “And if my calculation is correct, a brawl is about to break in here so, can you please go behind the counter of the bar? I’ll send two guys—,”

“Are you out of your mind?!” You ask him with wide eyes. He sighs.

He takes your hand in his and searches on his back, putting his gun in your hand.

“I’m not gonna do anything crazy,” He tells you, really calm, “I’ll never let you witness that kind of violence.”

“But this one is okay?” You tilt your head and he shrugs.

“You’re used to seeing me and my brother break people’s limbs.” You nod at his words. He has a point.

“Right.” You nod to yourself.

You walk to the place he ordered you moments before and he stays there until he sees two of his security guards at each side of you. He then turns around and walks to the poor excuse of a man that you were currently fucking and grabs the back of his shirt, tugging him so harshly that he falls back. He straddles him and starts to punch him, the area starting to clear really fast.

You watch in silence how Rindou connects punch after punch with a blank face. The friends of your now ex companion run to help him but are met with Ran, who is just coming out of one of the VIP rooms fixing his tie and he doesn’t ask or wait for an explanation, instead of starting to punch the guys that were about to jump his brother.

“It’s human decency to follow the arrangement you have with people,” Rindou tells him, not caring if everybody is now listening to him since the music has stopped, “And more so if it’s my fucking woman, you stupid fuck.”

By the time Rindou is done, the guy’s face is pretty much unrecognizable.

Rindou stands up and looks around, seeing how his brother is on a corner waiting for him, with you. All the other guys were knocked out already.

He walks and motions with his head to the back door to where his car was parked at the back of the building, you follow him in silence and get onto the passenger seat in the same awkward silence.

“See you later, pretty girl. Stop breaking my heart and start coming to the building to have breakfast with me.” Ran says with a big smile, already walking to his car.

Rindou starts the engine and you put your address on your phone and pass it to him. He doesn’t tell you that this is information that he already knows.

When he parks in front of your apartment you sigh tiredly and he takes this opportunity to get out first so he can open the door for you. He helps you get out and takes a step back, motioning you to walk.

“What's up with you?” You ask softly, starting to walk with him behind you.

“I don’t want to stain the pretty dress with blood.” He says and you look down to fight a smile.

Inside, you guide him into your bathroom so he could refresh himself and clean all the damn blood, and he does, and just like the shameless man he is, he then wears the pajamas of the man that he just beat to a pulp not too long ago.

You too, take a shower and get into your more comfy pajamas and go out of the room to look for him in the living room where he is sitting on the couch talking on the phone, he pats his side to motion you to take a seat.

“Yeah, throw them outside of the bar, I’m sure the girls that were with them are gonna call the ambulance,” He is saying when you get comfy on the couch. He places a hand on your thigh distractedly. “Yeah, delete all the footage from the brawl, yes, all of it. Good, good. Yes, ban them from every club that belongs to Bonten or an associate of ours. You got it.”

You look at him deadpan when he ends the call, and he looks at you with a frown.

“What?”

“Don’t you think that’s a lot?” You ask him with a mocking tone.

“For my woman? I think I didn’t even do enough.” He says, his tone neutral.

“Oh, now I’m your woman.” You laugh and he chuckles.

He pulls you and makes you straddle him, his hands on your knees, tapping random tunes.

“You are my woman.” He says as if that is the most obvious thing ever.

“Oh, was I your woman when you said it was better for you to not—,”

“Yes, yes you were.” He interrupts you, confidence all over his demeanor. “You were my woman when I was starting this shit and didn’t have enough power to protect you, and you’re my woman now that I can protect you.”

“And why didn’t you say anything?” You whisper, sliding your hands to the back of his head to distract yourself with the hairs there.

“We both are absent people, the more power I gained the more I moved strings to keep you on the sidelines… Ended up getting used to that, I guess.” He confesses and you hum.

“And what changed?” You whisper with a frown. At this point, you’re desperate to hear everything he has for you, but the headache from the alcohol, music, and chaotic events are killing your head.

He lifts his hands from your knees to your face and softly starts massaging your temples with his thumbs, you hum loudly and let out a relaxed sigh.

“Seeing for myself that no one is going to treat you how you deserve it,” He murmurs, “No one knows how to treat you like the queen you are.”

Your gaze slowly falls to his lips and you wet yours.

“And you know how to do that?” You whisper, distractedly getting close to his face.

“I’m the only one that can do it right.” He whispers back, looking down at your lips and the way you are getting closer. “No.”

“Uh?”

“I’m not gonna kiss you, you’re tipsy. The confession is over,” He says, standing up with you still on him, making you surround his waist with your legs. He kisses the corner of your mouth softly. “Tonight's not the night for a proper confession, baby.”

You rest your head on the interjection of his shoulder and neck. He’s right. You feel physically bad already and not long ago you were watching him beat a man that broke the arrangement you had with him. So you let him take you to your kitchen and search around till he finds painkillers, he walks you to your room with one hand around your small back and the other with a cup of water.

“Here.”

He makes you drink everything and helps you get under the covers, when he gets under them you move until half of your body is on top of him, arm around his neck, leg around his waist, and face hiding in his neck.

“You’re so warm.” You murmur, your voice sounding muffled. He hums.

“You too pretty, c’mon, let’s sleep,” He mumbles, his hand softly patting your knee on top of him, “We have a pending conversation for later when you feel better.”

You hum at his words and shortly after falling asleep at the rhythm of his heartbeat.

The next morning you woke up because of the extreme heat that was coming from Rindou’s body, you groan and try to detach yourself from him but fail since he’s already awake and is not a fan of being away from you.

“Stop fucking moving, what the fuck.” He grunts, hugging you from behind and throwing his leg around your waist, trapping you.

“You’re too fucking warm, get away from me!” You fake cry.

“Oh but last night you were fine with that.” He mocks. He takes the blankets from your body so you can cool off but doesn’t stop hugging you.

You stay in silence when you start to feel less sweaty, closing your eyes since you’re still sleepy and humming at Rindou’s soft touches on your arm.

“I think I can…” He trails off, not knowing how to start the pending conversation he told you y’all have, you try to move but him hiding in your neck makes it difficult.

“You think you can what, baby?” You ask.

“I think I can do it, I can stop the bullshit about you being my girl while keeping you away… I can now be your man.” He mumbles, his voice muffled on your neck. “I can be with you and protect you now, I have the power to keep you safe.”

“I don’t want to keep acting like a lame fucker by saying you’re mine and just seeing you every three weeks or so,” He whispers, and that's when he lets you move till you’re facing him, “I want to call you mine and come home to you, I want you to call me yours and not being scared of the consequences, you—,”

“Mine.” You giggle and he looks at you with confusion. “Rindou Haitani is mine.”

He chuckles softly, of course, he doesn’t need to give you a whole speech, you can see it in his eyes.

He gets back to hide on your neck, just because he can’t get enough of the fact that he’s allowed to touch you now.

“All yours, pretty. All yours.”

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absolutebl · 3 years ago

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Blueming - 9/10

Korea - March 2022 - iQIYI

Main Tropes: enemies to lovers (sort of), coming of age, self worth and self acceptance, lonely prince, sunshine/tsundere

Adapted from a college-set webtoon, Who Can Define Popularity, and directed by our queen Hwang Da Seul (Where Your Eyes Linger, To My Star) who historically hasn’t had great out-the-gate distribution but Korea’s NEW Film (AKA Next Entertainment World) BL division (yes it has one) announced a massive partnership deal working with Raemongraein (distributor), Kenaz Translations (subs & captions), Myung Films, and GoGo Studio to maximize local and overseas reach prior to Bleuming’s which may or may not have had something to do with it showing up in full on iQiYI for VIP members.

Do you have an umbrella?

No but I have a boyfriend, and that’s kind of the same thing.

The BL equivalent of pockets for het couples.

Honestly I wasn’t sure about this going in, and I’m still not entirely in love with it. It’s a tiny bit dark and a tiny bit bittersweet, almost too honest to a university experience and first love for my liking. Not enough of a BL fantasy.

I found the main character, SiWon, pretty unlikable for the first half of the series - even with a believable backstory guiding his superficial behavior. Even knowing that the way he acts covers up insecurities. I would’ve like to see the director take strides to SHOW US the things that DaUn later says he admires about SiWon - kindness, cuteness, softness with perhaps more gentle treatment of his sister? Even his mother? As True Beauty did.

As is often the case with an unlikable uke, I’m not sure why the seme is courting him at all. (See my problems with the first few eps of Secret Crush On You, too.)

DaWoon’s backstory of lonely prince is a bit too typical to the romance genre but it makes for a good contrast to SiWon’s warm, if superficial and slightly dysfunctional, family life. Sunshine to cover pain is a solid archetype.

Both leads turn in solid performances and by ep 5 this show turned the corner and got really good… for me. The bad guy was really well drawn, all of the characters and portrayals we dealt with honestly and were super believable. Every character was flawed in a different way and I liked that. So this became a narrative about understanding and accepting others people’s flaws without hurting them, and there is nothing wrong with that message.

Korea gave us decent kisses (2022 is the year Korean boys learned how to kiss each other… apparently, I blame the unexpected popularity of To My Star last year). There was even an elegant, and very Korean, sex scene. Not to mention a nice mature apology and makeup sequence. So that, for me, I found the ending quite satisfying.

Ultimately what this show showed us was two characters maturing because of each other and their mutual affection. And that affection was never itself the conflict point (coming out or being gay isn’t really addressed - again, normal for Korea). Instead conflict was built around other aspects of identity, popularity, and self-worth.

In the end, I actually really liked Blueming, it’s a solid BL. As is expected of Korea, there’s judicious and very elegant use of tropes, but production values are a touch lower than usual.

I was delighted that it had a longer treatment than most, it has about a 3 hour run time, which really allowed the characters time to grow. And also grow on me.

I think I have to give it a 9/10.

ABSOLUTELY RECOMMENDED

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lonelyasawhisper · 3 years ago

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Behind the Brian Curtain - Sounds (17/01/1987)

Credits to pamphilon.

In an effort to take their music to the culture starved youth of the world, Queen visit Hungary for the world premiere of the film they made there, Magic: Queen In Budapest. Brian May explains the reason for their crusade and how they’ve managed to survive so long.

There’s a moment in the new Queen movie when the band are cruising up the Danube through Budapest on a hydrofoil and someone points out the Hungarian houses of parliament to Freddie Mercury.

"The houses of parliament?” he laughs. “Is it for sale? How many bedrooms has it got? Are there servants?”

Then he claps his hand over his mouth, eyes twinkling mischievously.

There’s nothing particularly outrageous about that, you may think… except when heard while sitting among 2000 Hungarians, including some members of the politburo, such a throwaway quip takes on a new meaning.

They laughed, yes – slowly and carefully. Rock ‘n’ Roll in a communist country is never an easy thing to contemplate. The fact that we’re talking about Queen here, whose stylised pomp may give some of you the creeps is of no matter. It’s loud, excessive, glamorous, and most of all, it’s Western. And the people it seems can’t get enough.

So picture the scene: Queen at The Nepstadion (The People’s Stadium) in Budapest in July 1986, playing to a sell-out crowd of 80,000 while 45,000 of the 250,000 who couldn’t get tickets turned up anyway, just to listen from outside the stadium walls. Some had come from Warsaw, Odessa and Minsk.

And now Queen are about to notch up another first (that was the biggest musical event to be held in Eastern Europe) as the film Magic: Queen in Budapest has just, at the end of last year, gone on general release throughout Eastern Europe, the first time this has happened for a Western rock band.

Recorded by 17 cameras, which produced over 100,00 feet of film (22 hours worth) the concert was a stunning success; although there was never any chance that it wouldn’t be.

You realise how significantly the authorities took the event when you learn that for the first time ever the Soviet Union magnanimously allowed its citizens to be bussed into Hungary, or that – as the local press reported for the gig – there would be ‘lenient restriction on audience behaviour’.

Think about that next time you pull on leather trousers and head out to get completely smashed to your current fave rave.

Budapest in December is bloody cold, o cold that a bellyful of schnapps seemed to be the only way to keep your blood from freezing.

I am part of a small party of British journalists flown out to attend the world premiere of the film, and accordingly we receive VIP treatment – the nice soldiers at the airport couldn’t do enough to rush us through passport control – and it seems every associated with the band is elevated to a position of importance similar to, at least that of a high-ranking politician.

It makes weird sense, Queen in this part of the world. Their sound matches the sometimes baroque, sometimes gothic architecture, the immense statues to fallen war heroes, the vast expanse of the Danube snaking away from Austria and towards Yugoslavia, Romania and finally the Black Sea.

With Brian May as the Queen rep, and the likes of Janos Barabas (the Deputy Head of the division for Agitation and Propaganda of the Central Committee) present this is the place to be, as the healthy selection of Hungarian sports, music and TV personalities would no doubt testify. Such is the feeling about the event that the Queen Fan Club (Hungarian Division), who managed to get only 100 tickets for their 5000 members ha threatened to storm the building. Not a threat to make idly in a country with such, shall we say, definite views on public order.

The 85-minute long film, basically the Nepstadion gig cut with scenes of the band in and around Budapest, is an excellent example of why queen could be called the greatest rock ‘n’ roll band in the world.

Magic has also achieved the distinction of being the first-ever film in Eastern Europe to be mixed in Dolby Stereo, and the first Hungarian production not to seek any government financial aid. You see, this is just one big happy success story all down the line.

After the premiere, a reception is held for 800 guests, each one, it seems, attempting to work his or her way towards a surprisingly unflustered Brian May. In a country where the state takes strict control over whose records are released and exactly how many, they all seem very eager to stand next to this particular recording star.

I happen upon the President of the official Queen Fan Club of Hungary, but end up talking to her friend instead.

“I zink ze Queen only want ze money now, zay are not zo good now.”

I suggest, while nibbling on a tasty little biscuit with ‘Queen’ written on it in icing, that if all they wanted was money they could have called it a day years ago, but she won’t be swayed. She tells me that her friend, the Fan Club President agrees and that she even thinks Paul McCartney is better, anyway.

At the same time, they both noticeably revert into swooning mod as Brian May approaches, surrounded by a polite but persistent mass of autograph books and pens on legs.

Yes, the Fan Club President’s friend has heard of AC/DC; no she hasn’t heard of Van Halen, but she knows a bit more about Iron Maiden because they played here not so long ago and there are still tattered posters on the city’s walls to prove it. I want to ask her what she really thinks about the Russian troops on the streets I saw earlier while window shopping, how she feels about not being able to buy certain records because her government won’t let her, but it was neither the time nor the place.

Instead, we agree that Frank Zappa is pretty good, and I make my excuses and do a runner in the general direction of the champagne.

True story: British person walks into a Budapest record store and asks, Do you have any Queen records? No, replies the shop assistant, who then asks hopefully, do you?

A few hours after the reception, myself and fellow journalists along with Brian May and entourage are closeted in a small room adjacent to a hotel’s underground disco-floorshow, getting into some serious Schnapps appreciation and snickering as the ghastly live entertainment murders ‘A Kind of Magic’ (no doubt intended as a serious accolade for the VIP in their midst).

Queen, it seems, don’t do interviews much nowadays. And their relationship with the British music press has been virtually non-existent over the last few years.

Yet, when the room empties because a stripper threatens to perform, Brian is quite happy to stay seated in the corner and explain the reasons behind this whole fairly incredible episode in the band’s history.

“Not for long though,” Brain warns, with a laugh, “as I intend to get seriously shit-faced tonight!”

“We like going places where it’s a challenge,” he starts, in his extremely listenable, mild-mannered way, “going to odd corners and doing things which we haven’t done before. What happened with Budapest was the same, in essence, as what happened with South America. Someone comes along and says, You’re huge in ‘X’, why don’t you go and play there and play?

It turned out that our records have been leaking into this place for a long time from various places, because you’re not allowed to buy many legitimate albums in this country. They said we could do the football stadium for maybe three or four nights.

Within the group, we have various little areas we get involved in, and Budapest was something I got excited about, so I came here very early on. I talked to various people and tried to find out if it was for real, if it was really going to happen. All these people were saying that it was going to open up a new world, and that they could guarantee at least one night at the stadium.”

Why was there only one night?

“The politburo got nervous. They don’t like too many people being in one place at one time at all, and the excuse was that there was a motorbike meeting going on next door on the other nights we wanted.”

Are you happy with the film?

“Um,…. Yes. We learnt this Hungarian folk song, we spent three days learning the bloody thing, and that was the turning point of the gig. They hadn’t known how to react, but then they realised we were serious: they knew that we knew where we were, and that we really cared where we were.

The genuine audience reaction was fucking deafening at that point but that doesn’t really come over in the film. It all changed then it was genuine contact.”

A fact confirmed by someone at the gig, who told me that she watched tears spring into grown men’s eyes.

Brian tells about a TV interview he did earlier in the day, another illustration of the regime behind the Iron Curtain.

“I was all prepared to do an in-depth interview and all they wanted was a ten-second quote. They asked me if I’d seen the final film and I said not in its final form, only in the cutting room and mixing. Then they said fine, that’s enough, thank you very much. I wanted to do it again, so they asked me the same question. I answered that it was very important technically, a lot different from what Westerners would do, and that in the Iron Curtain countries it’s going to be great!

"They said, Iron Curtain?!”

And here Brian’s mouth drops and his eyes bulge in mock horror.

“You can’t say that!”

Did you think this year might be such a success? That Queen still had the power?

“You never know until you’ve sold the tickets, never ever.

Wembley went as fast as they could open the sacks of mail. A lot of people do as much as they can do, the look at the returns and they say we can do another night here or whatever. That’s not the way we are.

Freddie gives, and I’ll be careful what I say here because it can sound corny, but he gives so completely of himself, every night and he can only do it a certain number of times. We sold out Wembley twice, we could have done a couple more, to be honest, but we didn’t because Freddie’s voice would have gone and then you let people down.

We gauge it according to what Freddie can do, because he’s the pivot of what it’s all about. It’s a democracy and we all do our bit, but it all depends on Fred being able to deliver on the night. He’s the medium through which it all happens. It’s all channelled through Freddie so we look after him.”

Do you see a lot of each other?

“When we want to. You know when you have neighbours, I believe you should have high fences between the houses. Not because you don’t like the neighbour, but because you should choose when you want to see them.

That’s the way we are. The subject of how groups communicate with each other intrigues m, I’ve seen so many groups be great and split up because they hated each other.

There are times when you do hate each other, but we’ve learned to circumvent it. The way you get around it is not ringing up the manager and saying, I hear that so and so is doing this, well fuck that.

I’ve learned the lesson, and when I feel that something’s going on the wrong course I ring up whoever is relevant and usually it’s Fred. It’s a very odd relationship, but when things get very bad and it looks like we’re going to break up or whatever. I talk to Fred and say, This is stupid, shall we have a chat?

Usually it gets worked out, and it’s very valuable to me. If you can preserve a bit of magic, in spite of all the problems that occur……”

Magic being the operative word…..

“Sorry, that was unintentional. I think that, er I’ve forgotten what the question was.”

And so have I, and anyway, the room is re-filling with an even drunker collection of journalists and entourage.

The next morning, or a few hours later that morning to be exact, Magic: Queen In Budapest opened at the city’s major cinema at nine o’clock, the first of none sold-out screenings that day.

The film is now showing seven times a day, which makes you wonder what all those people do all day, or should be doing. And no doubt it will continue that way until the populace are saturated with it. But I suspect viewers will return for third, fourth and fifth visits to re-live an experience which to them is absolutely awesome; to you or I almost as common as breathing.

Me, I’m just happy to get off on May’s gloriously fluid guitar overkill, while remembering that is a sound that may have given some bored, frustrated Hungarian kid a whole new way of looking at things.

Rock ‘n’ roll is the best propaganda the West will probably ever have.

#the part where he said they would communicate with each other to avoid infighting and conflict and how he would call freddie to talk things #out directly instead of letting other people deal with it 🥺🥺🥺#also what sort of fan club president is this lol #bri #interview #article #1987 #brian may #queen band

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blue-likethebird · 3 years ago

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Bioshock Characters at an Amusement Park:

Jack: would be an itinerary dad if he didn’t forget all about his itinerary right after the first ride. Has all his daughters hanging onto one of those kindergarten leash things as they go between the rides and characters. Almost breaks a haunted house animatronic when it pops out and scares one of his daughters.

Delta: shows up with several little girls (and Eleanor) clinging to his neck and hands. Immediately caves to every puppy-eyed request to go on rides and get pictures with the characters, even if it means they spend more time waiting in line than actually seeing the park. Takes up a whole car by himself on most rides

Eleanor: queen of the rigged carney game. She cleans them out of every prize they have, especially the oversized stuffed animals. She wins a giant shark for Delta, an armful of prizes for each of her sisters, and a pretty necklace for grace.

Elizabeth: full-on Disney adult. Has a set of the ears with her name embroidered on them and knows all the Disney park secrets that are only learned from either being a Disney park nerd or from watching too many episodes of defunctland.

Booker: picture bender in that episode of futurama where they visit the not-Disney world on the moon. Is tazed by Michael Rat for trying to eat a hotdog out of the trash can and starts ranting that he’ll start his own park “with blackjack and hookers”

Sinclair: using his shady business connections with the park owner to get vip treatment he definitely didn’t earn. How else do you think delta and his girls got such a nice view of the parade?

Lamb and Ryan: do not go. Drink in the hotel bar and -in a rare moment the two of them agree on something- lambast the others for buying into the glittery theme park crap.

Fontaine: selling scalped tickets outside the park entrance

Stanley: spends half an hour trying to pull the sword out of the stone. A twelve year old pulls it out as soon as he gives up.

Grace: went with Eleanor, but being hung upside-down while strapped into a little metal car doesn’t exactly sound like her idea of a good time. She’s more than happy to chill on a bench with a drink and a magazine, and maybe go on a few of the less intense rides when the lines aren’t too long.

Tenenbaum: too many crowds and noises for her taste. She’s happier at home, experiencing everything through pictures of the little ones having fun that Jack and Delta send her

#bluebird.txt #bioshock #bioshock 2 #bioshock infinite #can’t tag every character bc there’s just so many of them

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rchvnt · 3 years ago

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the day of arrival ebba & isabela were taken to rohan’s naila fort to relax, freshen up and chill. vitor met them there. they had good food. isabela played with some swords, rohan took them on a wee little exploration around the mountain from which they could see quite a bit of jaipur from afar. it is here isabela finds out what they’re really doing there.

the following morning rohan and ebba are off early to meet rohan’s parents in the royal city palace, jaipur for the first time. it is 10x grander than naila. damini attends for moral support (sort of). ebba experiences how high the talwars really are in the hierarchy for the first time. his father is imposing, but eloquent, mother asks if everything is to her liking, whether she is stressed or tired etc. after the regular convo about families, countries and preferences, they talk serious things. it is a pleasant and tensile meeting in equal measure, but the parents like her and this is the important thing.

vitor and isabela have a free morning + afternoon so vitor takes isa exploring in the colourful street markets where street food becomes their breakfast and they look at traditional colourful shoes, accessories, fabrics. the rajasthani locals think isabela is a regular tourist but they remember vitor from the last time, they fawn over him and try to give isabela free things. vitor knew this — he shows off. orders real chai like a local, shows isabela how to drink it like a local.

when ebhan returns, the gang is treated to a feast of tasty traditional rajasthani food (some dishes made less spicy for ebba’s sake), for alcohol, the drink they try is fresh indian coconut toddy.

the following day they go to the races. isabela lives her best life. rohan leaves early to prepare for a road trip. ebba “retires” a good half an hour after him to do the same.

day 4: rohan and ebba travel to udaipur, rajasthan, rohan’s sister’s domain. she lives in the lake palace. it is pretty as hell. and you have to take a boat to get to it. ebba is a little disappointed because reena talwar while polite and diplomatic, is more formal than she expected and hasn’t warmed up to the idea of her yet, but at least she gets to hold and play with the very cute 1 year old meera talwar! lots of videos sent to sol in her baby sunglasses. they spend the night.

meanwhile, vitor and isabela pack their shit and are moved to jaipur city palace. it’s the king and queen’s residence, isabela gets the royal tour and to poke around and see how rohan really grew up. they get the VIP treatment and meet the king and queen, and the queen feeds them to death. vitor introduces isabela to the pet elephant. they play soccer with him. he pretends to eat the ball several times but then gives it back. sprays water at isa.

day 5 morning: ebhan is still in udaipur, rohan whisks ebba away from lake palace with a picnic basket. he takes her far away to another lake. he shows her a place he once told her about. they take in the views, he shows her the old bell the lookout used to ring in the old days. they hang out in the command post sipping rosé and eating the delicious (and spicy) wraps, while he tells her about his dream to show her all of india before her face is splashed all over indian news. they'd start in punjab, make their way east pass delhi then down to the south. and back up again via the west with the last stop being homebase in rajasthan. every state has something completely different to offer. different cuisine, totally different culture and language, different art forms.

meanwhile isabela and vitor were taken to a traditional rajasthani puppet and circus show. when ebhan returns later the same day, the gang reunites and they tour 3 other hugely grand palaces in jaipur. ebba spends more time with rohan’s parents that night.

on the last day the girls get to go with the queen to some fine boutiques for shopping. the boys had “things to do.”

they return to tokyo with gifts, vitor fucks off back to guatemala where he will await the next time he is showered in food and attention. the end.

#ebbv #isvbclv #vitorasturias #there are a lot of links all of them are clickable #pls click them #SORRY C LMK IF U HATE ANY OF THIS I WILL CHANGE

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yan-twst · 5 years ago

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Could I get yandere dorm leaders reacting to a reader seeking refuge from them though another yander dorm leader? Thanks so much you're the best!

i’m gonna assign the og couples (as in, who the darling is running from) as i think would be more interesting for the plot! hope you don’t mind

warning: general yandere themes, vague mentions of violence

riddle rosehearts

riddle has assumed that his crush had dropped out, gone missing; his obsession had been cut before it could truly bloom

sure, he’d been jealous of azul for nagging the one he loved, but... well, with how quickly they disappeared, riddle didn’t even have time to become deadly jealous

but now... his crush has shown up to the door of his dorm one rainy night, crawling and desperately banging against the door. riddle hadn’t expected this- ever- he’d assumed someone had broken curfew and had gotten locked out: however, when he sees his once beloved, he’s so shocked he doesn’t even ask why they’re there, letting them in

riddle’s anger boils when his crush tells him what happened- azul held them captive, he forced them to act like his lover, the punishments...

however... if his darling expected for him to set them free, they were wrong

riddle will try to find a way to make azul regret his decisions; however, having his darling in his arms triggers his own obsession

it’s going from a cruel master into another cruel man’s grip. riddle will apply strict rules, curfews and limit the places his darling can even walk to; he says it’s for his darling’s protections

they don’t want to be found by azul, do they...? so they better obey his words

leona kingscholar

leona had never cared for malleus’ lover; he hated them because he hated malleus, plain and simple. however, he wasn’t about to put any energy into actively making their life difficult- one day, they simply stopped being seen around NRC, and leona assumed they’d either broken up with malleus or dropped out

so when one day, they desperately run into savanaclaw and practically cling to leona, he’s quite curious as to what the hell happened

malleus... so the damn fae held them captive, huh? he can believe it; after all, malleus did have some nasty rumours... to think he’d hold a person captive as his lover, and use sleeping curses to keep them captive... damn- the man is a monster, isn’t he?

but don’t confuse his comment for pity. oh, sure, he thinks malleus is gross for doing what he did- however...

... well, if malleus is so obsessed and desperate for his darling, wouldn’t it be the ultimate “fuck you” to take his beloved as his?

he doesn’t see malleus’ escape darling as a poor victim, rather a token to use in order to make malleus miserable

he’ll mark them, cuddle them, treat them like his mate: at first it was just to revel in the fact he was tainting something malleus thought belonged to him, but as time passes, leona grows attached to his new plaything. in fact, too attached- if they thought malleus putting them to sleep was torture, they’ll begin to dread even making leona vaguely angry

azul ashengrotto

this man’s greed knows no limits. he’s heard rumours of kalim’s beloved: how the rich heir loves to show them off, how he dresses them in expensive clothes and parades them around in his parties, but said lover is never seen outside of these parties, by kalim’s side

of course azul wants them. to him, kalim’s lover seems less like a person and more like a jewel- another show of opulence by the asim heir. and god, does azul want that

so when one day, he leech twins lead a weakened person into the VIP lounge, and this person turns out to be kalim’s beloved jewel... azul is exstastic

they want to escape kalim, they say? the revelation is shocking to him- why would they want that...? oh, so kalim keeps them captive? he’s stolen away their freedom...? interesting, interesting... so they want protection from the asim heir, to not be taken captive again...

yes, of course he can do that! why, just sign a contract, and he’ll promise that kalim won’t ever lay a hand on them again

... because they’ll be kept captive in his room now, guarded by the leech twins

he feels like he’s just won the biggest jewel in the world. at first, he just keepts them because of the power it gives him- he could surely get quite a lot of wealth out of kalim using his darling no? but... he gets too attached

he’s decided on not letting kalim get his darling back: by now, azul is desperately in love with them. they went from the frying pan and into the fire- compared to how kind and considerate kalim was, azul’s erratic treatment will be hell for his darling

kalim al-asim

kalim didn’t even know idia had a partner; the outgoing dorm leader has trouble connecting with the neet leader of ignihyde

however, when a weakened and a bit bruised shows up to scarabia and pleads for him to protect them, he absolutely doesn’t care he doesn’t know who they are- he quickly gives them refugee in the large dorm

he’s horrified to learn what idia did. keeping them captive so they couldn’t run from him...? forcing his darling into staying on a relationship with him...! that’s horribly! no matter how much idia loved them, he couldn’t do that...!

when he sees how terrified idia’s darling is of being found by idia, he’ll do all he can to protect them; he gives them their own room, asks jamil to guard them... and he spends most of his free time with them, so he can reassure them they’ll be fine

his presence is so reassuring, idia’s ex darling won’t even notice how kalim is slowly growing obsessed, or how he’s slowly cutting their freedom once again

it’s for their protection, isn’t it? they understand, right? everything he does is because he cares for them and doesn’t want them to fall back on idia’s hands!

surely, going from being locked in idia’s room to the grand, palace-like rooms where kalim keeps them is like going from a small birdcage to a mansion; but a cage is a cage, and they are trapped with kalim all the same

vil schoenheit

vil was always of the opinion leona didn’t deserve his lover- the evil queen believed that such a beautiful person wasn’t fit to be dealing with such a lazy man who didn’t take much care of himself. however, he mostly just voiced his opinions to rook- once leona’s darling stopped being seen, vil assumed that his partner had made the right choice and left

oh, how wrong he was

when leona’s darling arrives to his dorm, interrupting his beauty sleep, vil is horrified by their state. they’re weakened, bruised and battered- their eyes look full of fear and panic as they beg for him to let them in, before leona finds them, please-

vil fusses over them. what a brute leona was! he’ll huff and rant about how he always had a bad feeling about leona as he nurses his darling back to health

and hm... as he had thought, leona’s ex darling is truly beautiful- he silently thinks it’s no shock leona did what he did. after all, such a beautiful person would be a terrible loss if they were to leave, wouldn’t they...?

he also quite likes caring for leona’s ex-darling: doing their makeup, getting them clothes, they’re like a doll, aren’t they...? he loathes to think one day they’ll be fine and leave- god, he hates it...

... so he begins to administer love potions with the smoothies he so kindly makes them every morning.

go on, drink it all; they need to regain their strength! oh, isn’t he so kind? yes, yes, he’ll accept their affections with open arms, so go on! he’s drunk on hearing how much his darling loves him

idia shroud

of course leona knew who vil’s beloved was. the man had his little doll everywhere in his social media- idia has a crush on them, but what the hell can he do? it’s not like he can measure up to vil...

so when vil’s darling shows up to his dorm’s door, nervously glancing around and be let in, idia doesn’t even hesitate

he’s way too giddy- enough so to make vil’s ex feel a bit unsettled... but, he does offer them refuge, a room to stay in, food, and safety; he at least seems genuinely heartbroken when they tell him their story

to think... someone so idolized like vil would do that... idia is heartbroken; how had he not realized? surely, if he looked at pictures of vil’s darling every day, he should have noticed something... how had he not noticed their glazed-over eyes, telltale signs of a love potion in work?

but... if someone as loved as vil had to keep his darling using those methods, then- how was someone like him even supposed to not have his darling run away when he confessed...?!

his snapping seems almost random; one day he’s promising to keep his darling safe from vil, the next day they have a thick, long chain keeping them trapped in his room

it’s a shame, really. when vil kept them, he used love potions to keep them obedient and loving- and at least the love potion made them think they were happy and in love for a while. but idia just keeps them; already convinced they won’t ever love them- they’re prisoners in his room, to his deranged obsession

malleus draconia

in some sense, malleus envies heartslabyul students quite a bit. they all seem to be quite close, always hosting tea parties and unbirthday parties... to him, who lives such a lonely existence, he can’t help but look at riddle and envy how his dorm works

he’d seen riddle walk hand in hand with another student some times, but he didn’t even know their name- to him, it was just yet another thing he couldn’t have due to his reputation

he finds it odd when riddle’s darling runs up to diasomnia one night, terrified and beat up. they wish to be rescued, so they come to him...? he’s surprised that they would come to him, of all people- but of course, he promises to protect them

having his darling not leave the diasomnia dorm, and always by his side is just part of protecting them. since riddle’s darling was so used to being subject to riddle’s strict rules and harsh punishment, this treatment by malleus almost feels like freedom

he grows attached quite rapidly; he rarely gets to spend times with others, so to have someone cling to him for safety... it’s addicting, almost.

soon enough he’ll have sebek and silver make sure his darling doesn’t ever leave, and he’ll have lilia help out as well: by now, his darling has probably realized their mistake. malleus isn’t their saviour- he’s just another obsessive, protective monster.

#yandere #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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jaywritessmut · 5 years ago

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Weiß Chapter I- Business & Pleasure

*Weiß- White in German

Florian Munteanu x black female reader (All my fics are with black women in mind!)

Warnings: mentions of death & drug use, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!)

Authors note: Sorry this took so long yall! I moved to a completely new state and that came with its own challenges and adjustments. Things have calmed down since but I’m about to start job hunting and house hunting which is exciting but also stressful AF! Pray for me! I apologize for any mistakes!

Word Count: 4.3K

Something about the smell of a hookah lounge drove her wild. The subtle sweetness in the air had always brought her peace, sometimes a bit of arousal. She found it much more tolerable than plain old cigarettes. But then again, cigarettes didn’t come in flavors like Blue Mist or Double Apple. She scanned the drink menu, impressed with the newer selections listed. Of course there were the outrageous names to contend with. Oil Spill? Typical Klaus she pondered. He’d always had an eye for the dramatic and it was one of the things she loved about him. How sad it was that she’d never hear one of his energetic, albeit coke fueled, rants again. She decided to pay homage to her eccentric companion and order one for old times sake. Her usual order of Jäger would have to wait.

The server took her order, fumbling over his pen as he scribbled it down. He was intimidated by her. She radiated authority and confidence. He had no idea who she was but the level of service she was receiving let him know that she was definitely a VIP. Making a mistake could cost him his job.

He must be new. She smirked at the thought. How cute.

Most everyone here knew who she was. Her table had been closed off and ready for her with her usual selection. Sex on the beach with a deeper freezer hose. They even made sure to put it in a mango just how she liked it. As soon as she stepped her Manholo clad foot out of her pearl white BMW, she’d been escorted into the club. Tamir gave her a salacious grin while he watched her strut into the building. Yeah, he was still hoping for a piece of that. The line of impatient party goers stared on in envy as she was given preferential treatment. But she was the boss. And bosses waited for no one.

She thought about letting loose tonight. Lord knows she needed it. But tonight was all about business. She needed to think. And surprisingly she was able to do just that as the bass from the clubs stereos shook the room. They had a deal, she and Klaus. She provided the money and kept an eye on the financial and legal side of things while Klaus was the face. He managed the club events, payroll, employees, social media presence, you name it. He was good at being the center of attention while she worked behind the scenes. But he also handled the grittier parts of it all. He dealt with the foot soldiers, making sure they were moving product. And then with suppliers to make sure they weren’t getting screwed them over. Turf wars and partnerships were all handled by him. It was a messy arena that Klaus shielded her form. And it made sense.

She was a sheltered daughter of an American diplomat. Her experience growing up in Berlin was quite different from his. While he fought to escape the crime infested slum and shady gangs, she vacationed on glamorous yachts in Malta. As a kid, he’d learned about the proper price to charge for a kilo while she was taught French and art history. They came from two different worlds yet managed to build a successful enterprise together. And now with him gone, she had no idea what to do. Just why the fuck did he have to piss off the Russians?

From across the club, Florian studied her closely in amazement. Annalise Roper in the flesh. ‘Lise’ was what she went by with family and close friends. But to her secret associates, she was Snow, the cocaine queen of Deutschland. He was surprised to see her here tonight. He had had the pleasure of meeting her on only a few occasions but knew that it was rare for her to be at the club. And with the circumstances surrounding Klaus death, he would’ve thought she’d lay low and increase security. But her face was unknown in the underground circles. When rival gangs talked about taking out Snow they were expecting a blonde hair blue eyed type. Not the melanated beauty he was currently admiring. The whole thing was ingenious really.

He watched as she threw back a shot, the club lights reflecting off her deep mocha skin. Her all white ensemble gave her an ethereal appearance, as if she were floating above the crowd. The effect she had on him was evident from the noticeable bulge in his pants. Full luscious lips, sultry bedroom eyes, flawless skin. All of her features drove him wild. And that was just her face. The white midi dress she wore, clung to her curves sinfully almost like a second skin. He knew she worked out. A body like that had to be properly maintained and cared for. And he wanted to explore every inch of it.

Florian adjusted his pants before approaching her. She’d just finish placing another drink order, a Jäger with ginger beer. The already skittish server rushed from her table almost running straight into him. When he glared stoically at the poor kid, he took off faster than before, desperate to get away from the two of them. Her almond shaped eyes gazed at him curiously while she took a pull from the hose. She admired the way his clothes fit on his body. His tailored shirt accentuated his impressive biceps. and the first two buttons were undone, showcasing his signature gold chain. He had style, that was undeniable.

Florian fought the urge to look at her lips but they were too hard to resist. The image of them wrapped around the hose was enough to fuel his already wild imagination.

She let out the smoke she inhaled while maintaining eye contact

“Wusstest du nicht, dass es unhöflich ist zu starren?”

He couldn’t help the smirk that fell upon his lips. Sarcasm was her defense mechanism, but it only made him want her more.

“Ja. Ich bin nur überrascht dich hier zu sehen, Schnee”

Her eyes flashed in anger at his nickname for her. She hated the way it sounded in German. Schnee. It was nowhere near as sexy as Snow.

“Darf ich mich setzen?”

“Wirst du mich nerven?”

He took a seat next to her, ignoring her question. Asshole she thought to herself. But a very sexy asshole nonetheless. The jittery server returned with her drink and skittered off to help the next patron.

“Why do you hate me so much?” He leaned into her, pressing a muscular leg onto her. She’d always been in awe of his large frame, even daydreamed about being pinned underneath him while he did unspeakable things to her body. But she was his boss. And she didn’t fuck her employees.

“I don’t hate you. I’m irritated by you” she went to take a sip of her drink to take the edge off. Whichever bartender made it went heavy on the Jäger . She was grateful for it.

“Why? Because I turn you on?” She almost choked on her drink as he brought his mouth to her ear.

Composing herself, she turned to glare at him. But he remained unfazed by her anger.

“Who said you turn me on? And how do you even know what me being turned on looks like? You’ve never had me to know”

“We could change that tonight.”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance and turned away from him. He was a typical playboy, used to getting what he wanted with a few charming words. But she wasn’t falling for it.

"Don’t be like that. You know you want me”

“And what makes you say that?”

“Basic science. Your pupils dilate whenever I come around. And you think I don’t notice but you look me up and down while biting your lip. It’s really sexy by the way, makes me want to lean forward and nibble it myself”

She crossed her arms in indignation trying to prevent his words from having an affect on her. His eyes wandered low to admire the way her breasts were pushed together.

“You also clench your legs together when I speak to you. Just like you are right now. And if you let me, I can give you the friction you desperately need. All you have to do is say yes”

He softly strummed his finger against her thigh. The sensation made her dizzy and she struggled to compose herself. It had been a while. Her last relationship ended a year ago and the Tinder dates just weren’t cutting it anymore.

Florian leaned closer once more and brought his mouth to her ear.

“Want to bet on how many times I can make you come in one night?”

Her resolve weakened and she closed her eyes as she fought for control of her libido. This was not what she had in mind when she made her way to the club.

Fighting past her bodies screams for release, she sat up straight and scooted away from him.

“Flo, I’m here to think. I can’t be distracted. Not now”

He picked up on the solemn tone of her voice. Maybe he was coming in a little too strong. Her friend was just killed and now she was left with an illegal business that she felt ill equipped to run alone. His attempt at seducing her didn’t really help.

“He cared a lot about you, you know? And he respected the hell out of you”

She nodded as she took another pull from the hose, trying to fight back the tears that would undoubtedly come. Klaus truly was her friend. And because of some stupid deal that she didn’t even want him to take, he was dead. She’d never hear his infectious laugh or be on the receiving end of one of his bear hugs again. A chill ran through her as she blew out a plume of smoke.

“Snow, did you hear me?”

“What?”

“I said, let me take you home. This is the last place you need to be”

“I can’t. I need to be here”

“No you don’t. Elias has the club under control. We’ll figure out the rest ourselves, okay?”

Maybe now wasn’t the right time. She’d always prided herself on being rational and calculated. It was hard to be that way when so many emotions swirled through her heart and mind. Fear being the biggest one. What if this was all going to collapse? What if she was next?

She nodded, focusing on fighting back the unshed tears that blurred her vision. This was not how the night was supposed to go. But it was for the best. The business could wait. Right now she needed a distraction. She handed Florian her keys and let him guide her out the club, ignoring the curious stares that followed. Fuck them she thought. It was none of their business who she took home.

They rode in her car in silence. She was careful who she let drive her baby but she trusted Florian for some strange reason. Occasionally his eyes would wander over to her seat so that he could admire her toned legs. He imagined them wrapped around his waist while he drove into her. Or maybe over his shoulders while he pounded into her. Snow smirked to herself as she caught him staring in the mirror.

“Drei” she blurted out. He turned to her as best he could, a curious look on his face.

“You wanted to bet how many times you can make me come tonight. Die antwort ist drei”

Surprise registered on his face as he took in what she was saying. She was giving him the green light, and he had no intention of passing up on the offer. Florian drove like a mad man, weaving through traffic with a fierce determination. The sounds of blaring car horns filled the air as he made his way to her apartment. When they finally pulled into the parking space outside, he turned the car off and turned to Snow. The tension in the air was thick and he fought to compose himself.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked

“Since when did you become such a gentleman?”

“I just don’t want you to regret this. If you say yes, I won’t hold back. If you say yes, then I’m going to make it my mission to explore every inch of your luscious body. Willst du das??”

With an unmistakable nod, she gave him the answer he wanted. She gazed into his hazel eyes, and found that his eyes were slowly flickering down to her plump lips. Florian leaned forward to kiss her, relishing in the feel of her soft lip against his. Her brought up a hand to tenderly stroke her cheek, causing her to gasp. He took the opportunity to slip in his tongue, gently coaxing her to deepen the kiss.

Something came over Snow as she unbuckled her seat belt and climbed over to straddle his lap. Without breaking the kiss, he leaned his seat back to give them more space. His hands lowered down to her ass which he held a tight grip on.

He broke the kiss, bringing his lips to the tender spot underneath her ear and began to place open mouth kisses there. The feeling made her head fuzzy with need and she felt her wetness drip from her center.

“Flo” she moaned, rocking her hips against his. She felt the substantial bulge in his jeans and it made her even more desperate for release. He chuckled against her skin before bringing his lips to hers and planting a hot open mouth kiss.

His hands moved strategically over her body, as if he was studying every spot that drew a response. He committed it to memory, trusting that this wouldn’t be the last time he’d get to taste her. He took both her hands in his and pinned them above her head and he continued to kiss her which she returned with fierce determination. The inside of his car began to fill with the sounds of her moans as he slid his hands up her right thigh.

His talented fingers began to glide between her legs. Much to his delight he discovered there were no panties to remove and his fingers found the source of the wetness sliding down her shapely mocha legs.

"Enjoying yourself are we?" he teased as he circled her clit. She moaned and shook, unable to formulate a response.

"Gut" he said as he slipped a finger inside and massaged her g-spot. She shuddered and felt himself hardened as her walls clenched his thick fingers.

He kissed her and continued to massage her inner walls while stroking her clit. The sensation of his mouth devouring her while stroking her most sensitive spot, caused heat to spread through her body. She knew her orgasm was close and she didn’t even care that they hadn’t even made it inside her apartment.

“Fuck, Flo, I’m-”

He pumped his fingers into her, stroking the soft spongy part of her with a wicked speed while coaxing her to her release. With added pressure on her clit, she detonated around him, her warm center tightening around him with a vice grip. He placed soft kisses on her neck, which she exposed to him as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

“That was one” she purred, coming down from her orgasm. She saw the flash of persistence in his eye and immediately knew she was in for a wild night. The gauntlet had been thrown down and he was more than ready to pick it up.

“Let’s get you in the house, jetzt” he growled before crushing his lips to hers.

They stumbled into the foyer of her apartment, a tangled mess of hands and lips. The ride up to her floor was nothing but him pushing her up against the elevator wall and teasing her already sensitive flesh. And right now, with them finally having privacy, she felt a mixture of excitement and fear.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he grunted, pulling his lips from hers.

“Upstairs, second room on the right”

With no effort, Florian picked her up and made his way up the steps. She began teasing him, suckling and nibbling on the soft flesh of his earlobe. His skin broke out in goosebumps making her smile with satisfaction. He made his way to her bedroom and crushed his lips onto hers, slamming the door behind him with his foot. They remained locked in a deep kiss, her legs wrapped around him, grinding on the front of his jeans. He tossed her onto the bed and she fell with a squeal of delight. After giggling and catching her breath she looked up at him.

He couldn't remember wanting anything so badly. He watched as she crawled on her hands and knees to the front of the bed and started to unbuckle his belt. Taking off his shirt, he measured the gorgeousness of her feminine curves as they lay before him. The gentle arch in her back, the slight hourglass form that widened into the luscious, full heart shape of her butt.

He needed to devour her; to put her in the ecstatic trance that drew him like a magnet to her in the first place. He needed to taste this irresistible creature.

She had succeeded in the arduous task of loosening his belt and had her little hand down the front of his boxers grasped gently around his thick member. He saw her eyes widen and her tongue trace across her lips in anticipation. He pushed his jeans to the ground so she could get an easier grip but when she went to take him in his mouth, he stopped her, took her hand off his member and kissed it.

"You first..."

Florian shoved Snow back onto the bed. She tumbled over with a giggle and a sigh as he crawled over the top of her. He teased her swollen clit with the tip of his shaft for a second and felt her shiver at the contact.

He began at her neck kissing slowly and biting gently, savoring her smell and every inch of her flavor. He made his way to her toned belly and grazed his lips over her navel, watching her toned tummy rise and fall as her breathing became more erratic. He positioned his shoulders under her thighs and gazed at her glistening pussy, laid open for him. Kissing the inside of her right thigh, then suckling the inside of her left, he reveled in her scent. It reminded him of citrus and honey.

With a long, flat tongue he tasted her.He groaned in appreciation at how sweet and juicy she tasted. Craving more, he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her closer to his face, burying his mouth in her delicious folds. He could feel her wetness soaking his lips but it only made him more excited. His tongue danced around the sensitive flesh as he responded to her gasps and moans.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop” she begged.

His dick throbbed painfully, wanting in on the action. But this was for her. And he loved making her moan. It was such deep satisfaction to feel the power he had over her. She followed his lead, grinding her hips against the entirety of his mouth, using the friction to get closer and closer to her destination.

He flicked his tongue across her clit in a fluid motion and inserted two eager fingers into her slick center. Her moan rose into a pleasure-filled shriek, he heard her breath come in quicker and knew she was close to her release.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her walls tensing around his fingers as she released once more in a succulent explosion that left his mouth soaking to the bottom of his nose and his hand wet all the way to his wrist. His beard glistened with her juices and it drove him wild to be covered in her scent.

“That was two” he grunted, a sense of pride filling him. He had always been a competitive man and this was one game he was sure to win. She lay sprawled, unable to open her eyes, but with a contented smile on her lips as the waves of her body's aftershock shook her, gently bouncing her breasts. He knew she was more than ready for him.

He quickly stripped her of the rest of her clothing, the white midi dress discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor. He was surprised to discover that in addition to no panties, she’d forgone a bra as well.

“No underwear huh? Well aren’t we nasty” he taunted, as he stroked his dick along her already sensitive clit.

“Shut up and fuck me Florian” she growled, growing impatient. Two orgasms weren’t enough, she wanted more. She needed him to fill her.

He slid his body atop hers, looking deeply into her soulful brown eyes as he sank into her. Her nails dug into his skin as he pulled out before thrusting forward and bottoming out inside her.

He began long, slow, deep strokes wanting her to feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning with every down stroke, perfectly in tune with his pace.

“So fucking wet” he gasped as her felt her soft folds took him in deeper and deeper. He had decided in that moment that this was his favorite place to be. He could spend the rest of his life between her thighs and die a happy man.

Her cheeks flushed as the walls of her pussy tightened around him. She knew he was big from the feel of his bulge in the car but she still gasped in surprise when he filled her up. The way he moved within her drove her wild and she was desperate for more. She hooked her leg around his waist, aching for him to be as close to him as she possibly could.

“Please baby, harder” she urged, wanting to feel him fully unleash on her. Teasingly, he pulled all the way out until just the head was inside her and paused. She opened her eyes and looked at him pleadingly, biting her lower lip hard. He sank his cock back inside her and paused again, causing her to quiver.

“Fuck Flo, get to it!” she cried, causing something inside of him to snap. He picked up his pace, his hips thrusting in her with a feverish need. She was panting as he fucked her and leaned up to kiss him hungrily. His tongue entered her mouth even as his cock penetrated her, hitting that sweet spot. And with one sudden jerk of his hips, he felt her pussy grip him tightly before exploding all around him.

“Oh my fucking God!” she screamed as her entire body dissolved into the waves of pleasure flowing through her. Florian continued to move inside her, softly stroking her face and hair while whispering sweet words in her ear. She was completely shattered, but the hard cock pulsing inside of her told her that the night was far from over.

“And there’s three. Think you got one more for me baby?” he cooed. Her hooded gaze told him she was spent, but he was determined to win this bet. He knew he could push her past the brink of satisfaction one last time.

He pulled out of her and effortlessly flipped her over, leaving her chest pressed into the mattress. He then led her to the edge of the bed, pullingg her lower body up onto her knees. Standing behind her, Florian pushed her head down to the mattress and rubbed the head of my cock against her dripping wet slit.

With a quick thrust forward, he buried his cock inside her roughly, grabbing onto her hips for leverage.

“Fuck!” they both cried out simultaneously.

Snow arched her back, throwing her head back in ecstasy. He grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to pull her back against him as he slammed his cock into her hard and fast. She moaned wantonly, and he felt the familiar tremor of her walls.

“Are you going to come for me again baby?” he cooed into her ear.

She could barely respond but her body answered for him.

“Hold it liebling” he urged, as he pounded into her fiercely.

Her body shook with every thrust of his hips and she wondered just how she would fend off this impending orgasm. As if it wasn’t hard enough, he wrapped both hands around her neck and began fucking her harder.

Her body had no choice but to surrender to his brutal assault and she wailed into the mattress as she fought to stop herself from coming. His thick cock was buried deep inside of her, relentlessly filling her up and staking its claim over her. And just when she thought she couldn’t hold it any longer, he granted her release.

“Fuck, Snow, come! Come all over this dick!” he growled before emptying inside of her, coating her walls with thick ribbons of his cum. Her last orgasm ripped through her, leaving her a screaming mess underneath him. She had never been more thankful for her penthouse apartment that separated her from the rest of her neighbors.

Florian gently pulled out of her before laying next to her. They laid next to each other, both trying to calm their breathing and make sense of what had just transpired between them.

“So I guess I won the bet” he remarked smugly, while taking in her appearance. Her hair stuck to her forehead, dampened by the thin sheen of sweat that had broken out across her body.

“Shut up” she ragged, still struggling to catch her breath. He couldn’t help the chuckle that broke from his lips and pretty soon, they were both laughing hysterically, their arms and legs tangled together.

“What’s my prize. For exceeding your expectations?”

“The nut you got was enough of a prize” she retorted, her head now gently laid on his toned chest. She lazily drew circles around his pecs, relishing in the feel of his warm skin.

“Fair enough”

“But we do have a more serious issue on our hands now,” she continued. The problems she had at the club were still there and a few orgasms wouldn’t be enough to rid her of them. Florian looked down at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain what she meant.

“I need you to walk me through the business. I want to take over.”

Translations:

Wusstest du nicht, dass es unhöflich ist zu starren?- Didn’t you know that it’s rude to stare?

Ja. Ich bin nur überrascht, dich hier zu sehen, Schnee - Yeah, I’m just surprised to see you here Snow.

Darf ich mich setzen?”- May I sit?

“Wirst du mich nerven?- Are you going to annoy me?

Drei/Die antwort ist drei- Three/ The answer is three

Willst du das?- Do you want this?

Gu- Good

Jetzt-Now

Liebling- Darling

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tabloidtoc · 5 years ago

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Life & Style, February 3

Cover: Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston getting married

Page 2: Photo Flash -- Katy Perry with dog Nugget with a baby bump?

Page 4: Contents

Page 6: The top 10 yellow looks -- Gugu Mbatha-Raw, Sienna Miller, Kat Graham, Zoey Deutch, Jennifer Lopez

Page 7: Lili Reinhart, Yara Shahidi, Katherine Langford, Issa Rae, Emilia Clarke

Page 8: Twinning! Ming-Na Wen vs. Laura Marano

Page 10: Kaia Gerber is pleading with Pete Davidson to give their relationship another shot once he returns from rehab

Page 12: Gigi Hadid and Zayn Malik are back together but her mother Yolanda Hadid doesn’t believe it will last, secrets of Dave McCary’s proposal to Emma Stone

Page 13: After getting snubbed by the Academy for an Oscar nomination Jennifer Lopez is thinking of leaving Hollywood and the United States to a small town in Italy or in Bali

Page 14: Amy Schumer is trying her best to stay positive while undergoing painful IVF treatments in the hopes of giving son Gene a sibling, The Bachelor Peter Weber promised lots of drama this season and pageant queens Miss Louisiana Victoria Paul and Miss Texas Alayah Benavidez did not disappoint -- the two became friends on the pageant circuit but they’ve turned into sworn enemies while competing for the pilot’s heart, VIP Style -- Hailee Steinfeld (pictured), Kristen Stewart, Anne Hathway and Andrew Scott (pictured), Kelly Ripa and David Muir, Bella Hadid and Gigi Hadid, Billy Porter, Waka Flocka Flame, Nicole Kidman and John Lithgow (pictured)

Page 16: The Week in Pictures -- Prince William and Kate Middleton

Page 18: Rita Ora, Dave Matthews

Page 20: Mariska Hargitay on the set of Law & Order: SVU, Amanda Seyfried, Kesha and Stephen Colbert

Page 22: Chrissy Teigen and daughter Luna, James Corden takes a selfie with guests Rachel Brosnahan and RuPaul

Page 23: Beyonce gives a preview of her collab with Adidas

Page 26: Stars Behaving Badly -- Hilary Duff’s new husband Matthew Koma licked her while they honeymoon in South Africa, Sean Penn steps outside his Miami hotel for a cigarette

Page 28: Say What?! Jenna Dewan, Gwyneth Paltrow, Brad Pitt, Nicole Kidman on Zoe Kravitz, Christina Applegate

Page 30: Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel working on their marriage

Page 31: Julianne Hough and Brooks Laich faking things are ok for the cameras, Vanessa Hudgens and Austin Butler -- what went wrong

Page 32: Cover Story -- Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston ready to say I Do again

Page 36: Adele sheds 100 pounds and has a new lease on life

Page 38: Rumors Kristin Cavallari’s BFF Kelly Henderson had an affair with Jay Cutler cause turmoil

Page 40: Inside Meghan Markle and Prince Harry’s new life in Canada

Page 42: Who Lives Here? Olivia Culpo

Page 44: Entertainment

Page 45: Star Review -- Robin Thicke

Page 46: Fashion -- hit the gym -- Gabrielle Union

Page 48: Beauty -- winter-proof your skin -- Olivia Culpo

Page 50: Style Crush -- Sophia Bush

Page 52: Diva or Down-to-Earth? Diva Jennifer Lopez has a gown arranger, down-to-earth Rita Ora unloads her own shopping cart while grabbing groceries

Page 53: Down-to-Earth Suki Waterhouse juggles an awkward package, Divas Molly Sims and Scott Stuber get carter around at the Golden Globes

Page 54: Social Stars Posts of the Week -- Rihanna, Camila Cabello, John Stamos and James Scully, Blake Lively

Page 55: Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, Miley Cyrus, Jennifer Garner, Justin Theroux

Page 56: Horoscope -- Aquarius Kerry Washington, They’re Not Together But They Should Be -- Hannah Brown and Harry Styles

Page 58: Made Ya Look! Bachelor Peter Weber and Guillermo Rodriguez and Jimmy Kimmel

Page 60: What I’m Into -- Hannah Brown

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shandidellamorte · 5 years ago

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~KISS AU writings 8~

THIS ONE HAS BEEN A LONG TIME COMING!! There’s apparently been a lot of anticipation for it too so here we go!!

~Shandi

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~EXOTIC DANCER AU~

Featured Pairing: Bruce Kulick/Paul Stanley

Special Guests: Gene Simmons, Eric Carr, Ace Frehley, Peter Criss, Vinnie Vincent

Summary: Bruce’s friends take him to a gentleman’s club for his birthday. He falls hard for one of the dancers..and things go off the rails~ (told from Bruce’s POV)

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SURPRISE!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRUCE!!

I laugh as I’m showered with confetti as soon as I come through my door. Eric comes up and straps a party hat to my head. This was totally unexpected! I bet they’d been planning this for weeks! They guide me to my kitchen where there’s a huge pizza and a beautiful birthday cake waiting on the table. The living room is decorated with balloons, streamers, colorful plates and napkins. I can’t believe they did all of this for me! I’m not going to cry!

Ace goes into my fridge and pulls out a big case of beer. “Can’t have a party without the party favors!” he said with his usual maniacal cackle. Gene shakes his head. “Just go easy on those cause we’ve got plans later. And if you get drunk I’m not taking you.” Plans? What’s he got in mind? Ace whines but eventually he agrees. These plans must be pretty damn great if it gets Ace to not drown himself in booze. I worry about him sometimes.. Eric distracts me by patting my back. “Cmon, birthday boy let’s get this party started!”

We carry everything into the living room and set it all on the coffee table. Peter goes over to my tv to put in a movie. “I brought ‘the Godfather.’ It’s a great movie, you’re gonna love it!” Ohhhh, Peter and his love for gangster movies~ It’s a nice sentiment but I’m pretty sure nobody will pay attention except for me and him..and Eric. Cause he’s a nice guy like that~ Fortunately I was wrong. We all sat with our beers (Gene with his soda), and pizza with our eyes glued to the screen. I’d heard of this movie but I’d never actually seen it before. It was really good! Nothing gave Peter more joy than watching someone else enjoy the movies he enjoyed~ After the movie was over Eric went into the kitchen to grab a knife and candles. “It’s cake time!” After the candles were placed Ace took out his lighter to light them. They sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me loudly and obnoxiously..just like I expected. Bunch of idiots. But they’re my idiots~ I blow out all the candles in one breath and they applaud. Eric hands me the knife. “Birthday boy gets the first piece!” I can’t wait to dig into it. It’s all chocolate. I can smell it..and it’s wonderful~ I cut out five pieces and put them on our plates. We spend the next couple of hours enjoying our cake and joking with each other. This has been the best birthday I’ve had in years~

Gene looks at his watch and grins. “Alright, gentlemen it’s time to go~ We gotta get there before all the good seats are gone.” Ace is already up on his feet and ready to go which startles the hell out of me. “About damn time! Lead the way, Genie!” Gene sighed. “Change first. We brought extra clothes for a reason.” I blink. When he sees my confusion Gene pats my shoulder. “It’s a very nice place..so we have to dress nice. I suggest a suit jacket and slacks.” Sounds fancy. And expensive. Also the fact that Gene is perfectly fine with spending that much money on me is not helping my case for not trying to cry. “O-okay. I’ll find something to change into.” I go to my room while the others take turns changing in the bathroom. Going through my closet I find the gray suit I wore to my brother’s wedding. This is perfect! Hoping it still fits I try it on. To my absolute relief it does. Taking off the jacket I take out a nice white button up shirt. I thought about wearing a tie but I decide against it. I don’t think we need to go that formal. Once we’re all done dressing we gather in the front hall. Gene picks up his keys. “We can all go in my car. I’ve got room for everyone. Birthday boy has shotgun~” I feel so special~ With a smile I let everyone out the door and lock up. Looks like it’s going to be a pretty interesting night~

When we reach our destination I see a long line of people waiting to get into some kind of club. “Is that where we were going? There’s no way we’re getting in there!” Gene parked the car and turned off the engine. “Relax, Bruce. I told you I’ve got it covered. Trust me~” When he says things like that I can’t bring myself to question him. We all get out and head straight for the entrance. Once the bouncers spot us I start getting nervous. They look like they’re ready to beat the hell out of all of us. Calm as ever Gene just takes out his wallet, opens it up and shows it to them. “Good evening. We have a reservation.” One of the bouncers narrows his eyes and looks closer, makes an expression of recognition and pulls the door open. “Good evening, Mr. Simmons.” he says. “Gentlemen, welcome to the Firehouse.” Ace was cracking up and smacking Gene on the back. “They know you by name, Genie? How many times have ya been here~?” Gene just reached back to put his wallet away. “If you really must know I just happen to have a VIP membership to this place. With it I can pretty much get anyone I bring with me in here for free so I figured why not~?” I’m just at a loss for words. Not to mention relieved that he actually didn’t have to spend ridiculous amounts of money to get us in. A high class place like this cannot be cheap. “I..I dunno what to say, Gene..except thank you~” I can tell Peter’s already taking a liking to his surroundings. I’m guessing this is his kind of place~ Eric looked a bit nervous but tried to play it off. I think as long as we stay with him he won’t get too overwhelmed.

Gene guides us to the main lounge. The stage was lined with neon lights shaped to look like fire. The dance pole was of course made to look like one you’d see at a firehouse. Clever~ When we take our seats a very good-looking man comes over dressed in a skimpy gold fireman’s costume. “Good evening, gentlemen~ I’m Vinnie and I’ll be your server tonight~ Can I get you anything~?”

“How about a tall glass of you, baby~?” Ace said, leaning back in his chair and cackling with Peter joining him. Those two, I swear~ Whenever they get together craziness follows. Vinnie just took it all in stride. I’m sure he’s heard those kinds of comments before. Many times. “I’ve got the time if you’ve got the money, handsome~” Ace’s eyes went wide. He definitely wasn’t expecting that response~ “Why don’t you tell me what you’re worth~?” We all turn to stare at him, except Peter who’s still laughing his ass off. “What? Heeey..Brucie shouldn’t be the only one gettin’ the special treatment~” Vinnie was clearly amused at Ace’s eagerness. “Well..let me at least take your drink orders first before we get down to business~” We all order drinks, except Gene who asks for water. “Be right back~” Vinnie turned on his gold stiletto heels and walked off towards the bar. “Do you actually have the money, Ace?” Gene asked, leaning forward. “The ‘company’ here isn’t cheap you know. Some of these beauties cost up to $10,000 for a night.” My jaw drops. “Seriously?! I wouldn’t mind having some fun either but not if it’s going to bankrupt me!” Ace just waved us off. “Will you relax, Genie? I got it covered! That Vinnie’s lookin’ mighty fine and I want a piece of that tonight~”

A few minutes later Vinnie comes back with our drinks and sets them on our table before going over to Ace. “So what would you like~? It’s $1,000 if you want a private dance and $5,000 if you want my company for the night~” Ace is grinning from ear to ear as he gets up and wraps his arm around Vinnie’s shoulders. “Think I’m gonna go with option B, sweet thing~ Let’s go have some fun, hah~?” I can’t believe he’s doing this! Neither can Eric. We both just gawk at them as they leave. Peter on the other hand is beside himself. “Knock ‘im dead!” he shouts, waving until they’re out of sight. Gene picks up his glass and takes a sip. “I guess he’s finding his own way home tonight.” Before I can even fathom what the hell just happened the lights went out. The flames around the stage glowed brighter and a spotlight shined down on the dance pole. Looked like the show was finally starting! As soon as the music began everybody was clapping and scrambling to get closer to the stage. Apparently this dancer was very popular. I recognize the song right away and I have myself a little laugh. At least now I’m familiar with one other person who actually liked Queen’s Hot Space album~ The dancer sashayed down the dimly lit part of the stage to the song’s intro. Guys were attempting to lean over to get a closer look but the ‘flames’ were a pretty damn sufficient deterrent.

Body Language

Grabbing the pole the dancer pulled himself into the spotlight and hooked his leg around the pole, swaying his hips back and forth to the rhythm. The crowd was going wild and now I could see why. Holy shit, that dancer was sexy! He sparkled from head to toe in a rhinestone studded black bodysuit (with a large majority of those rhinestones covering his crotch) cut incredibly low in the front to reveal his entire torso, complete with a black leather collar and belt, studded with rhinestones that shaped stars. He had thick, curly hair the went down his back and bangs that framed his face just perfectly. A face that was covered in white makeup with a black star over his right eye and bright red lips. Wow..I don’t think I’ve ever seen an exotic dancer go that far with their makeup. But it was fascinating and impossible for me to take my eyes away.

Give me your body

Just give me your body

He slowly spun around the pole a few times, I think just to get a better look at his audience, who were already clamoring for his attention and holding out money in hopes that he’d take it from them. It was quite a spectacle. He ignored them of course, just to tease them further. I could see the smirk on his face as he pulled himself to the pole again and started grinding his pelvis against it.

Give me your body

Don’t talk

Body Language

He moved up and down the pole with his legs spread apart, gyrating his hips while his hair flew about with every movement of his head. Damn, it was hot. Glancing around at the others I could see that they were just as mesmerized. I never thought anyone could command that much attention on a pole without even removing a single piece of clothing.

Body Language

He threw his head back, and he looked so damn good with his lips parted like that. Like he was giving himself the ultimate pleasure.

You got red lips

Damn right he did~ He turned his head to look out at the crowd, tracing his upper lip with his tongue.

Snakes in your eyes

He leaned his head forward and threw it back again, making his curls fly everywhere.

Long legs

Great thighs

He grabbed the pole with both hands and raised his leg high in the air. Only then did I notice he was wearing rhinestone studded platform heeled boots. How is he even doing that while wearing those?! They must weigh a ton!

You’ve got the cutest ass I’ve ever seen

Knock me down for a six any time

He turned his back to the crowd and swayed his hips again, showing off his beautiful ass to that hungry crowd. Oh, they were riled up now. Too bad they could look but they couldn’t touch.

Look at me, I got a case of Body Language

Look at me, I got a case of Body Language..

The song was nowhere near over, but it began to fade out. What a cruel punishment. Give them a taste of what they want then cut them off and leave them begging for more. An excellent strategy to get them to pay more money. The dancer took the time to collect the money they desperately wanted to give him. They placed bills in his belt, in his boots, and if they were really lucky he’d lean down and they’d place bills inside of his suit. God, I wish I could give him money right now..cause he sure as hell earned it. As he moved off the stage the same way he came in, the entire place erupted in applause, us included. A voice suddenly blasted from the speakers.

Alright, Firehouse!! Show your love for StarChild!!

So that’s what he’s called. Perfect name~ Since the show was over I figured we would all be leaving so I get up from my chair. Gene grabs my hand to stop me. “Hang on, Bruce..you’re not going anywhere just yet. You have a date with that dancer~” Wait. WHAT? I must’ve been hearing things! “I’m..what..?” Gene smiles and I can hear Peter and Eric snickering behind me. “That’s right~ A special little birthday gift from us to you~” I’m frozen. I can’t think. I can barely breathe. My brain is still trying to process what Gene has just told me.

I am going to be spending the night with StarChild.

To be Continued!!

#ALRIGHT HERE IT COMES #I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING BUT LET'S GO #KISS AU writings #Exotic StarChild~#set in 1990 #they're all bros #cause all they need is love #love is all they need #GONNA BE A LONG ONE #I DID NOT GO TO BED UNTIL I FINISHED THIS #Shandi's drabbles

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godyouredull · 6 years ago

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I’ll Give You A Show | All You Have To Do Is Fall In Love AU

Other Parts: 1 2 3 Author: Sarah - @godyouredull Pairing: Ben Hardy / OFC, Joe Mazzello / OFC Rating: T Word Count: 1.6k POV: Sarah Warnings: series warnings Summary: Sarah might have something up her sleeve when she invites her roommate, Michaela, over to Ben’s place to make a nice home cooked breakfast.

Masterlist found here! Series Summary: Best friends and college roommates Ben, Joe, and Gwil, find themselves tangled up with a group of girls who bring out the best (and worst) in them. Series Warnings: drinking, swearing Authors’ Note: Stories can stand alone, but it’s much better when read all together! Not everything is always in the same tense, or same point of view/perspective.

It’s 10:01 am and my phone is buzzing, I see Michaela’s name on the screen and quickly answer it.

“Hey.” My voice comes out super gravely and I clear it before speaking again. “Are you here?”

“Yes, so put some clothes on and let me in.”

“10-4.”

Ben is still sleeping soundly with his front pressed against my back. I carefully remove his arm from around me and stand up, just a bit weak in the knees. Jesus, I’m sore. Definitely in the good way but still. He groans a bit as he feels me get out of bed, making a pathetic attempt to pull me back down.

“Where’re ya goin?” He mumbles.

“I’m just gonna let Mic in. You can stay here, I’ll be right back.” I kiss his forehead and then fumble around his room, looking for something to wear. I grab my panties and his shirt which fits a bit big on me before walking to the front door and opening it.

“Again, I’m not sure that really qualifies as clothes.” Mic says.

“I’m not naked and that’s good enough. Come in.” I lead her to the kitchen and find Joe already sitting at the counter. Crap, maybe I should’ve put pants on. “Ben bought all the ingredients last night and left them by the stove for you and I double-checked to make sure they have all the proper materials.”

“You must be Michaela.” Joe stands up to greet her and Mic stops in her tracks. “I’m Joe.”

“Oh, and yeah this is Joe. Your local tea and breakfast enthusiast.”

“Hi.” She says. Neither of them move to shake hands or anything. I almost want to laugh but it seems cruel.

“Uh, right well I’m gonna go get dressed and rouse Ben. You two get situated and I’ll be right back.” I hurriedly rush back into Ben’s room and close the door behind me, leaning up against it to try and hear their interaction unfold.

“What are you doing?” I jump, not realizing Ben was awake and standing.

“Uhm. Nothing.” I answer too quickly.

“What’s going on?”

“Mic is here. Joe’s at the counter. She’s making breakfast.” I pause, flustered. “You knew this.” He takes a step closer to me, with a look on his face that tells me he’s putting the pieces together.

“Oh my GOD.”

“What?”

“You’re setting them up!”

“SHHH!” I clasp my hand over his mouth and bring him to the door to listen with me.

“You are unbelievable.” He mumbles underneath my hand.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I see a text from Mic.

“You did NOT tell me Joe was gonna be here.”

Ben reads it over my shoulder. I remove my hand from his mouth to type out a response to her.

“She knows who he is?” He asks in a normal speaking voice.

“Be quiet!” I whisper.

“Well they’re roommates! Obviously he’s here.”

I press send and then open Ben’s bedroom door slightly to give me a better chance of watching their inevitable conversation. Ben gives in and listens with me. A drama queen, as predicted.

“So Ben tells me you make kick ass breakfast pretty often over at your place?” Joe asks.

“Oh I don’t know about all that. It’s pretty standard.”

“Anything that’s not a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea is VIP treatment at this apartment.”

Mic takes a second to look at the ingredients Ben bought: pancake batter, bacon, eggs, cheese, blueberries, orange juice and champagne.

“Who are the mimosas for?” She asks.

“Probably Sarah. I really only drink tea in the morning.”

“Me too.” Mic smiles. “It doesn’t look like he bought any though.”

“Oh, I have tons. Can I make you a cup? It’s only fair since you’re making an entire breakfast on your own.” He offered her tea! I smack Ben on the chest in excitement.

“What is with you?!” He exclaims in a whisper.

“Sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” I kiss the spot I just smacked. He shakes his head and laughs. I’m definitely gonna have to make this up to him.

“Sure! Yeah that’d be great.” She accepts. SHE ACCEPTS! Ben steps out of my range of motion just in time, avoiding my smack. He’s learning. That’s good.

“Earl grey?” I hear Joe’s stool slide against the hardwood floor as he stands up.

“You read my mind.”

He walks over to his cabinet and pulls out two mugs, both of which have New York Yankees symbols on them.

“You’re a baseball fan?” She asks.

“Best sport in the world.” He’s wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Oh boy. Don’t stare too hard, Mic.

“I don’t know enough about it to really argue with that but I’ll take your word for it.”

“Well you’re always welcome to stop by here and watch a game.” He stutters. “You know, with me… or us. I think Sarah watches baseball.” At this, Ben and I look at each other with wide eyes.

“Oh my god. Did he just…” He asks, clearly just as excited as me.

“I think SO.”

“You’re an evil genius.”

“Thanks, baby.” I kiss him quickly.

“She mostly watches football but you could really talk her into any sporting event.” Mic responds. “Uh… but yeah, that sounds good.”

“I get pretty into it though. Fair warning.” He stands against the counter top, pressing his hand into the granite to give himself balance. He’s essentially leaning over her. She looks very short next to him.

“Oh you’re one of those? I’m okay with it. Makes it more entertaining.” She literally has not picked up one breakfast item. They’re just standing in the kitchen… talking. This is going better than I thought.

“Well I’ll give you a show.” Ben’s jaw literally drops open and I chuckle. I hear Mic clear her throat.

“Uh, so I assume the blueberries are for the pancakes?” She looks away, changing the subject.

“You could go that route. Or you could put them in the eggs if you’re feeling experimental.” I hear her laugh.

“You know what? I’ll make a special batch just for you.”

“Oh yum. I’m looking forward to it.” Ben starts laughing again.

“Jesus. Can’t wait to watch him eat those.” He whispers and I join in his laughter. He leans his forehead against my shoulder trying to conceal his giggles but, of course, he trips on his sweatpants that are way too long for him. He crashes against me, causing me to accidentally slam the door shut.

“Shit! Move!” I tell him.

“Give me one second.” I hear Joe say to Michaela. Ben points aggressively to the bed and then scutters into his bathroom, hurriedly putting toothpaste on his toothbrush. I situate myself on Ben’s bed, pulling the blanket over my lap and open my phone, pretending I’ve been on it this whole time. There’s a knock and I try to pretend I’m not expecting it.

“Uh… One second!” I look at Ben, who’s laughing, and give him a thumbs up. “Okay come in.” Joe opens the door and steps in, closing it behind him.

“What’s going on?” He asks with a bit of urgency.

“What do you mean?” I ask innocently.

“You didn’t tell me your Michaela was that cute!”

“Oh. Huh. Well, my bad. Now you know.” He exhales quickly, sounding flustered as hell.

“Why did you slam the door just now?”

“Did I? Ben? Did you slam the door?” Ben steps out of the bathroom, still brushing his teeth.

“No I didn’t. It was probably a draft or something, mate. Calm down.” He says it so nonchalantly I could get up and kiss him right now. Part of me feels bad dragging him into my antics but if I didn’t know any better I’d say he’s enjoying himself. Joe looks incredibly caught off guard though. I look at Ben with a look that begs him to be encouraging.

“Are you two up to something?” Joe accuses us. Ben finishes brushing his teeth and then moves to stand in front of Joe, putting his hands on his shoulders.

“No, mate, you’re just flustered.” He smooths Joe’s hair down because it’s still a bit unruly. From sleep or running his fingers through it, I don’t know. “Now, get back out there and work your charm. We’ll join you in a second.” Joe takes a deep breath and walks out of Ben’s room, leaving the two of us alone again.

“You owe me.” Ben points a finger at me.

“Excuse me! It’s your fault that door slammed.”

“You could’ve told me you were planning this!”

“Would you have gone along with it?” He opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “Exactly. Now, let me put some pants on and we can go out there.”

“Wait, no.” He stops me from opening the door. “Let’s… let them talk a bit more.” I step back and look at him in shock.

“Well, well look who’s onboard.” I say. He smirks and pulls me into him, our bodies pressed against each other.

“You still owe me.” He whispers in his deep ass voice.

“Yes sir.” I whisper back and we quickly kiss.

“Here’s your tea.” I hear Joe say. “Now how about I help you with those blueberry eggs?” Mic laughs.

“I really… I don’t think I can bring myself to actually make those.” They’re both laughing now.

“Fair enough. What can I help with then?” He offers.

“That depends. How do you like your eggs?”

“Thoroughly whisked and beaten.” I don’t see Mic’s reaction but I can just picture it.

“Jesus, Joe.” Ben whispers and then sighs. “C’mon. Let’s go out there.” And pulls my hand into the kitchen.

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reina-writes · 8 years ago

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Holmes’ brothers dealing with their little sister being heartbroken would include

Requested by anon.

Let’s be honest here, brothers would’n have any idea how to react at first. It would be awkward and strange to see you heartbroken.

When they saw you in your pajamas crying and being a sobbing mess while hiding under the blankets, brothers finally understood someone had really hurt you.

Sherlock would ask advices from John and Molly, because he thinks they know a lot about being heartbroken.

He doesn’t realise he sounds like an ass at first when he tells they’re probably experts with it.

After Sherlock has explained why he needs their help, they figure out he’s just worried about you. You’re his precious little sister after all.

Sherlock would buy you chocolate and ice cream, pick up some movies and come to your house. He does his best to cheer you up.

Also, Sherlock would bring you a big packet of tissues because Molly told him to.

His awkwardness is sweet, he really doesn’t know if he should hug you or just sit next to you.

But to you, the best thing is that Sherlock is there watching stupid romantic comedies with you, commenting them once in a while.

When he hears you to finally laugh, he counts it as a progress.

Mycroft would find out what had happened.

And he would find this person, sending a car to pick them up and meeting them at the empty warehouse.

“I don’t think you understand how deeply you hurted her...”

Mycroft wouldn’t threaten them, but he would make it sound like he was.

Okay, he would probably threaten them a little because no one will hurt his baby sister.

He would send some cakes from his favourite bakery. They would be delivered straight to your door.

But he surprises you by ringing your doorbell at middle of the night, holding a cake box and a wine bottle in his hands.

“Don’t say anything, (Y/N), this is just a once in a lifetime-situation for me bringing you a cake and a wine.”

Brothers would make sure you have everything you need as you probably feel like you don’t want to go out to shop for food or other supplies.

Both of them would give you awkward hugs, patting your back because they aren’t sure if they’re doing it right.

Mycroft would ask if you wanted to go on a vacation. He’ld pay all expenses because he honestly thinks that it would make you feel better to get out from London where currently everything reminds you of your ex.

“Aruba is quite a nice place this time of a year, (Y/N).”

VIP-treatment, Mycroft would make sure you’ld be treated as a queen.

Brothers would make sure you know they love you, even though they wouldn’t say it out loud to you.

Only when they think you’re fallen asleep middle of the movie night they would cover you with a planket and whisper that they love you and they’ld do anything to keep you safe.

Bonus

Sherlock isn’t fond of the idea that someday you’ll start dating again.

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ruffoverthinksthings · 7 years ago

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Thanks for the heads up about the books. I'm honestly annoyed with it becoming a tourist trap, I mean, it honestly feels like Beast just made things so much easier for the non magical people and the magical ones/faes, he just decided to give them a taste of their medicine. Do the princesses there (or their children) have any political power that a princess would normally have (I imagine Audrey, Chad, etc have political power still), or are they made to be just forever tourists? Part 1 of 2

( 2/2 ) Sorry 4 so much Atlantica talk, I’m just annoyed with what I’m hearing about it. I wonder how Triton feels about all this, not only is his kingdom a tourist trap, but his trident is in the museum…it’s just a mess. You mentioned DunBroch, I don't think its part of Auradon (which seems like a good move). If they wanted, could a child of Dunbroch still go to Auradon? Also, what do you think DunBroch has been doing lately? I’m curious about what they would be doing since Auradon’s creation

I imagine a lot of the impetus and the intention with the Magic Ban was to make mortals feel a whole lot less beholden and at the mercy of the Fae and magic users. Beast himself was a victim for it--though really, it was his own fault--and I don’t doubt that there were many more (memorable) instances of Fae casting ill or wickedness on people than there were good.

The Princesses and Princes generally have their own powers such as major influence in decisions and decrees, along with limited ability to make them through a long and complicated process, VIP treatment in establishments and organizations, and the ear of the people when they speak.

Audrey COULD have legalized strawberry shortcake as a necessary part of her meals, before even the first course, but the six year old version of her quickly gave up after the initial rounds of advice, debate, and consulting with the executive staff below that of her parents.

An exception to this would be Ariel’s sisters, as above the water, Atlantica does not really command much attention nor influence with all of the other states, except when it comes to being a tourist attraction, or as I’ve said, a source of exotic, aquatic commodities.

Triton feels very pissed and emasculated about it, though honestly, he’s felt that way ever since he formally relinquished all of his power to Ariel and Eric, seeing as he was certain that this new world was no place for a ruler like him. He fears sounding like a grumpy old man complaining about times changing too much, and he is, though obviously, it’s not all irrational clinging to the way things were, regardless of how objectively good or bad that was.

He misses his trident, and though he doesn’t count down the days before it goes out of his case, there is quite the empty feeling at the end of every major celebration when he’s done showing off its power again, if only for theatrics.

DunBroch is in the same realm, but an independent state. You’ll find it somewhere near Greece--for the mountains and the massive forests they cultivate and protect as part of their industry and environmental initiatives, it can be REALLY hard to get to, unless you have a plane and a very skilled pilot.

They declared independence from Auradon shortly AGU, when Queen Merida complained that Beast “would change the rules than ever admit that he’s losin’,” among other complaints and issues, like the rampant societal displeasure once the Honeymoon was over.

DunBroch has mostly been keeping to itself, trying to sustain its people’s needs and some level of advancement without ever becoming overly reliant on Auradon.

They aren’t completely isolated, though, and have close political and personal relations with states like Arendelle, Agrabah, Corona, and Sherwood Forest, and trade with them regularly to acquire things they can’t produce themselves such as pharmaceuticals, medical technology, and Fireki’s Fizzy Fun soda. They import the brand in general, but especially ”Delightful Date,” “Soy Yummy,” and “Wacky Wasabi” variants.

They have also carved a niche for themselves in the Auradon markets with products such as spring water, wool, and wood for bows and arrows, though they aren’t really as fiercely competitive nor widespread as that of Arendelle or Agrabah.

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intrepidmare · 8 years ago

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The Bond - part 2

Well, my dearies,

It took me more time than I anticipated to finish this, no big surprise there, neither is that I let my muse carry away. The result is a freaking beast of a chapter, three, yup, 3 times longer than the first part. I hope that its length is apology enough for my lateness. With this part, I’m also fulfilling @olicityhiatusficathon‘s prompt for week 3 “Taste” (I know, I’m super late, but according @thebookjumper is ok, so…)

As always I want to thank you @laurabelle2930 for beta-ing this monster of fic. You rock!!!

WARNING: do you remember that part 1 was all cute and fluffy, right. Well, this isn’t like that, nope. This is smutty and kinky. Did I mention that it’s long? ‘Cause IT IS!!!

Enjoy the reading!!!

Read Part 1 here

THE BOND - PART 2

With latched fingers and pulsating souls, they ventured up the stairs toward the most luxurious room the club had to offer. The air between them changed drastically once the door behind them closed with a dull thud. The magnitude of the moment called out the most primal instincts in them. Felicity's demeanor shifted from light and joyful to purposeful and predatory. Her once sweet actions suddenly became more commanding and powerful. Oliver reacted in kind to the change and let his submissiveness bloom to its full splendor. This was how it worked. She as the dominant mate had to take control over him so their bond sealed forever.

With the door securely sealed, Felicity ordered him to get naked. She watched him peeling all his clothes off, making soft murmurs of approval every time that she discovered something in him that she liked. Her intense scrutiny had Oliver on the edge. Being so exposed to her made him nervous. Until now, he never had problems being at ease in his own skin. Oliver worked hard to maintain his physique. He worked so hard that often people praised him for having the body of a Greek God. However, the difference between other people and his mate was that Felicity had the ability to see beyond the surface. Her eyes studied much more than just his strong arms or his ripped abs. They could see his hopes and his endless desires that he'd up until their eyes locked had remained trapped in his heart. She also had the ability to see the emotional scars and insecurities hidden beneath his beautiful exterior.

"Nervous?" she asked him, prowling around him as she been doing the last 5 minutes.

He owed her absolute sincerity. In their world, lying to your soulmate was considered one of the worst sins you could commit, that and given the bond that soulmates shared, the lie would be utterly pointless. Soul mates during bonding could detect lies of all shapes and sizes. The bigger the lie was the weaker the bond could become. "Yes, a little bit," he said.

"The line forms behind me," she confided quickly.

That surprised as well as soothed him. He took comfort in not being alone in the ridiculous notion of feeling shy before one's soulmate. And yet, there they were, fidgeting.

"It's crazy," he chuckled. "I mean, what do have to be nervous about?"

"Well, it's not like we've done this before. The bonding thing, I mean." Felicity paused as if she considered her spoken words, and while she did, her forehead wrinkled with uncertainty. "Unless... you have."

He shook his head. "No, no. This is my first and only time. I have just one mark."

A small group of people turned out to have more than 1 soulmate. In that case, submissive individuals had as many marks as soulmates. For dominants or switches, the sensation of not being complete, that instinctual yearning for finding one's soulmate never went away until they found all of them.

"I'm all yours," Oliver reassured her.

And it was exactly what Felicity needed to hear. Her brow smoothed while her pupils dilated with scorching desire. "Indeed you are, Oliver Queen... and I believe that you said you were a bad boy, didn't you?"

His Adam's apple jumped at the reminder. "Yes, I did, and yes, I was," he said, casting his eyes down in shame.

"So, you do understand what that means, right, Oliver?" she asked him, pausing before him with wistful eyes that were begging for so much more than timid words. Her voice was soft but businesslike. This was it; playtime was over.

"You need to punish me."

The mix of dread and excitement made his heart beat faster. His semi-erect cock went rock-hard as endless fantasies of what she could to him bombarded his mind.

"Hmm... if I'm to punish you, I guess I need to get creative. If I had known that I'd find my badly-behaved mate tonight, I would've come prepared."

Oliver loved how easily she teased him, and he couldn't wait for what was coming. "You might want to check out what is behind that panel. There's a hidden closet," he kept his gaze down while suggesting and pointing at the wall to his right with a tilt of his head.

Felicity took his offer and headed to the wall, "Where, here?" she asked curiously.

"Yes, by the corner. Can you see the small knob on the left?"

Felicity traced her finger over the fake wall, "Oh, here it is." She breathed, sliding the panel open. "Whoa!" she exclaimed, seeing the hidden goods. Then, she looked back at him with her wide eyes. "Oliver, would you like to explain this? I'm no one to judge, but seeing this I'm imagining a bunch of things, and not all are nice. How active had your sex life been to require such a large collection of toys at your very experienced fingertips?" she looked at the closet and back to him. "And how hard must you play needing so many replacements?"

Oliver deadpanned, "That's not mine."

"How is it not? You told me that this is your club," she glared at him, stating the obvious.

"Exactly."

"What?"

"That's not my private collection, Felicity. Mine is at home, and it's tiny in comparison. This is the first time I've used this room —or any room in this club— for personal enjoyment. Just so we're clear this entire room is for any of our VIP clients who want to make good use of it," he pointed at the shelves full of assorted, brand new sex toys. "They can play with whatever they want, and they can even take it home with them afterward. Minus the furniture, everything in this room is treated as disposable. Even the sheets. After one use, they're gone."

If it hadn't been that way, Oliver wouldn't have taken Felicity up there. Oliver refused to make love to his mate on worn-out, soiled sheets. Instead, he would have invited her to his home, even if that meant wasting time to get there. Felicity deserved nothing but the best, she was worthy of royal treatment, and he intended to give her exactly that from this night on.

"Are you telling me that the silk sheets on the bed had never been used before? None of these toys?" she seemed to question with an air of complete shock.

"No, never. As you can see they're in their original packaging."

"Dang, Oliver, I don't want to imagine the size of the club's expenses."

"There's a reason why VIP membership is so pricey," he said with a smug smile on his lips. Lucky for him and his business there were enough people willing to pay it.

"Now I get it." She spun back to the closet, surveying what kinds of toys she had at her disposal. Looking at him over her shoulder, "Seriously, can we use anything of these?"

"Anything," he reassured her.

"All right, bad boy," she turned and walked to him confidently with her hands on her hips. "First, I need to know your safe word."

"A safe word? I don't need one with you. I trust you." He stated because he did. Oliver met her less than an hour ago, but he knew deep in his bones that she wouldn't harm him. His lips moved with, "Besides the bond..."

"Our bond is strong and it helps us to communicate without words, yes, but it's not infallible. It's a guide, not a billboard. Maybe in time, you won't need it, but until we know each other better and I learn to read all the signals coming from you without error, we're using a safe word. This is not negotiable, Oliver. So, choose."

Ka-thunk.

Hearing her authoritative tone made Oliver's stomach do a weird thing. In the past, when he submitted to other people, the strongest feeling he had gotten in a situation like this was a soft flutter in his belly. Now, it was much powerful as in completely off the charts. His stomach plummeted to the floor, causing his heartbeat to go at breakneck speed. It wasn't because he feared her, no it was because his excitement was mixing with a visceral need to please her.

"Sorry, you're right. Can we use the color code?"

"You mean 'red' to stop, 'yellow' to pause, and 'green' to continue?" He nodded. "Very well, use it if you need it."

"I will," he promised.

"Good boy," she said, brushing her thumb over his cheekbone.

The praise provoked a warm feeling to swell through his chest. One that he hoped to experience in the future, not only because it felt nice, but because it meant that Oliver had pleased his mate. If she was happy, so was he. The light, sweet caress provoked a tingling sensation in his face. He missed her hand the second she pulled away.

"Now... Where are we gonna do this?" she mused, looking around the room, which was decorated with a heavy hand carved, canopy bed with deep, rich overtones of red and brown wood. A matching sofa and armchair near a fake fireplace completed the bedroom set. The furniture combined well with the dark paneling on the walls. The cushions on the seats, the bed covers, and the canopy curtains were made of a patterned, silky fabric in dark tones of red. The wood and wrought iron shelves with numberless lit candles on them were the final touches, giving a cozy and erotic atmosphere to the room.

"Okay, Oliver, you're gonna turn around and brace yourself on the back of the sofa with your hands. I want you to open your legs wide like you're straddling something." Once he did what she ordered, Felicity warned him, "Keep your eyes forward, and don't move."

"I won't," he promised, listening to her heels clicking against the hard floor as she walked back to the closet to choose whatever implements she was going to use on him. The clock ticked by for several minutes while Felicity took her time exploring the contents of the cabinet. Curiosity stirred inside Oliver as his ears caught the crackling of the toys while she slowly unwrapped them from their packages. By the mere sound of it, Oliver couldn't figure out what she had picked up. Not knowing what she was planning frustrated as much as it excited him. Unable to do anything else but wait, he took a calming breath and adjusted his stance, assuring himself that he was exactly in the position that Felicity wanted him to be.

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ghostofviperwrites · 5 years ago

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Prowl

Requested by @dawnie39uk

Pairing: Kazuchika Okada/FC/Seiya Sanada

Category: Smut

Warnings: Language. Threesome

3. Say please or it’s not happening

“You say one word about the match and I’m gonna punch you in your face.” Sanada warned as he slid into the passenger’s seat of Kazuchika Okada’s Ferrari

“What match?” Okada asked with an innocent grin. “Oooh. Do you mean the match where I retained my championship over you?”

“Fuck off.” Sanada said with a roll of his eyes. “I had you and you know it.”

“Then why is the belt still sitting in my hotel room?” Okada asked laughing as Sanada gave an aggravated huff.

“Just shut up Kazu.” Sanada said. “I wanna get laid tonight. Not punch in your face.”

Okada smirked but kept his mouth shut, driving to the club they had decided to prowl tonight. Arriving at the club they were immediately escorted to their reserved VIP room, champagne waiting on ice and appetizers freshly delivered. Once they were alone the two men surveyed the dance floor below. Tonight was prime hunting grounds. Valentine’s Day. Where all the single women were desperate and out looking for love. Willing to swallow any line tossed their way in order not to spend the day of love alone.

“What’s the plan?” Okada said, taking a long drink from his glass, lip curling in distaste as he delicately spat the liquid back into the glass. “What is this shit?” He snapped immediately pushing the call button. It only took seconds for the waitress to appear, stopping unsurely as Okada glared at her.

“What kind of bullshit is this crap?” Okada growled widely gesturing at the champagne. “If I wanted cheap shit I would have gone to a dive. Fix it.” Apologies flying she quickly grabbed the champagne and scurried from the room in search of a better offering.

Okada impatiently drummed his fingers on the bar top as Sanada looked on with an amused smirk, his own untouched glass sitting in front of him.

“So the plan?” Okada asked again as the waitressed returned, pouring a glass for Okada to sample. At his approving nod she poured a new glass for Sanada, gathering the unwanted items and hastening to make her retreat. She paused in the doorway as Okada called to her.

“When you are done I want you to return and kneel at my feet until I have a use for you.” He said not bothering to look in her direction.

“All the prime ass out there and you want to play with the semi attractive waitress?” Sanada asked, his opinion of that plan clear in his voice.

“I never said I wanted to play with her.” Okada said casting a dirty look at Sanada. “I said I wanted her to kneel at my feet.” He took a cautious sip of his champagne before nodding and taking a longer drink. “I might make her watch as we fuck someone hotter than her and let her think about what she’ll never have.” Okada said with a shrug. The two men continued conversing, looking out over the club as they tried to decide who would earn their attention for the evening. They didn’t acknowledge the waitress when she returned, kneeling obediently at Okada’s feet her eyes darting up to the handsome man as she hoped for his attention.

“What about her?” Sanada said, pointing out a dark haired girl in a red mini dress. Of course half the women on the floor were wearing red, so she didn’t get points for originality. But she had a tight little body and some moves that caught his attention. Okada peered down at the girl Sanada had pointed out, his head nodding in agreement as he saw her.

“You pick her, you fish her.” Okada said gesturing for Sanada to go do his thing. Alone with the waitress Okada finally gave her his attention, turning to look down at the girl with a critical gaze. Sanada was always so exacting with his standards. There was nothing wrong with her. Sure she wasn’t an outright beauty queen, but he would consider letting her blow him.

“I’m thinking about letting you put your lips around my dick.” Okada said flashing her a smile. “What do you think? Is that something I should let you do?” Her eyes lit up, darting from his face to his crotch, head bobbing quickly in response to his question. “Say please or it’s not happening.” Okada said.

“Please Okada-sama.” She said earnestly, eyes pleading with him to grant her wish.

“We’ll see. I have something better to play with first.” Okada told her sitting back in his seat, smiling as he watched her deflate. “When I’m done with her I may let you lick the taste of her off me.” A shocked gasp fell from her lips, hurt in her eyes as she lowered her gaze to the floor. She should just get up and storm out of here. Why was she letting him treat her like this? Instead she stayed, mentally berating herself while knowing she wasn’t going to do anything about his treatment.

Okada looked at the door as Sanada reappeared, the girl from the floor on his arm. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Okada, surprise giving way to shock as she saw the girl kneeling at his feet.

“Sanada?” She asked, her voice unsure. “There are others here?”

“I’m aware.” Sanada said dryly. “Don’t worry about him. He’s harmless.” He left her wavering in the doorway, joining Okada at the table and taking a drink from his flute.

“Okada, this is Kio. Kio, this is Okada.” Sanada said turning to Okada. “Kio’s boyfriend left her all alone tonight. Hasn’t even called to tell her Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Aww, poor Kio.” Okada said pouting his lip in commiseration. “How could someone leave a girl so beautiful alone? On today of all days.” Kio smiled hesitantly, his words giving her confidence to step further into the room, trying to ignore the girl kneeling at his feet.

“I don’t know.” Kio said softly approaching Sanada as he patted his thigh, offering her his lap. “Not a single call or a text to even let me know he was thinking of me.” Kio perched herself on Sanada’s lap his body heat seeping through the thin material of her dress.

“I would never stop thinking of you.” Sanada spoke into her neck, his warm breath sending goosebumps over her flesh. “I would wake up worshipping you. Loving on every inch of this beautiful skin.” Kio gasped as he lips pressed into the skin of her collar bone. She had a boyfriend. Kio knew she shouldn’t be here. Should never have followed the handsome man upstairs. But he had said such pretty words, made her feel like a princess. After being abandoned by her boyfriend his praise was a soothing balm to her ego. There was nothing wrong with getting a little confidence boost she told herself. She would stop it before it got too far.

“It is beautiful. So smooth and silky.” Kio startled as she felt a hand on her thigh finding herself looking into Okada’s face as he ran his fingers softly over her thigh. Her morals kicking in she stiffened knowing she shouldn’t let two men touch her like this.

“Shhh…” Sanada whispered soothingly into her ear. “It’s alright. We just want to make you feel good.” He pressed a kiss to the flesh behind her ear. “After being treated so cruelly today don’t you deserve to feel good?” Kio melted into his touch, eyes drifting closed as Okada’s hand crept further up her thighs. “Don’t you deserve to have pleasure?”

“I do.” Kio moaned as Sanada nipped her ear lobe, feeling him smile against her.

“Spread your legs for me.” Okada said his thumbs rubbing circles on her inner thighs as Kio complied, shifting in Sanada’s lap so her legs spread a bit for Okada. “Good girl. I’m about to make you feel so fucking good.” Okada pushed her skirt up revealing her red panties to his gaze as he brought his hand to her crotch, rubbing his thumb along her slit. Sanada kissed down her neck, gently nibbling along her flesh his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples though the dress. Meanwhile Okada kept fingering her slit, rubbing her now soaking panties against her clit, his thumb pressing into the bundle as she pushed back at him.

Sanada pulled down the straps of Kio’s dress, pushing the collar down and baring her breasts to the air his fingers immediately plucking at her nipples, pulling and pinching them as little pants escaped her. Okada pulled off her panties, turning to the waitress who was watching everything with wide eyes.

“Open your mouth.” Okada said smirking as she obeyed without hesitation. “Hold these for me.” He shoved Kio’s panties into her mouth and turned back to Kio.

His fingers moved back to her pussy, spreading her lips and running his fingers along her slit, playing with her clit before pushing a finger into her making Kio’s hips push towards Okada seeking more movement. Kio moaned loudly as Okada slid another finger inside her as Sanada gave a sharp twist to her nipples making Kio’s back arch away from him as pleasure rushed through her.

“You’re gonna suck me now pretty girl.” Sanada said. Those words snapping Kio from her pleasure fog as Okada stepped back giving Sanada space to push Kio off his lap.

“I…I don’t do that.” Kio said with a shake of her head.

“I think we know why the boyfriend didn’t call her.” Okada said rolling his eyes and grasping Kio by the hips, spinning her around to face Sanada who already had his dick out and in hand. “Today you do. Open your mouth and suck him off. Don’t make me have to tell you again.”

Her reluctance was rewarded with Sanada’s hand in her hair, pulling her face down to his cock and rubbing it along her lips. “Open up.” A slap to her ass had Kio gasping and Sanada took advantage to push his dick in, immediately making Kio gag at the foreign feeling. Sanada kept control of her, bobbing her up and down his length as Okada returned his fingers to her pussy, pushing his fingers inside her and rubbing her clit as he moved them. Kio could feel the drool leaking down her mouth and onto Sanada’s cock making a sluicing sound as he moved her and she tried to ignore it and concentrate on how good Okada was making her feel with his fingers. She could feel her orgasm approaching and moaned around Sanada as Okada picked up his pace, burying his fingers deep inside her and twisting them, making her cum.

With a grunt, Sanada filled her mouth holding her on him until she had swallowed him, pushing her off and stepping away, tucking himself back into his slacks.

“Any good?” Okada asked as he pulled his fingers from her and turned to the waitress pulling the panties from her mouth and shoving his fingers in as Kio watched with wide eyed shock as Okada made her clean his fingers off.

“No.” Sanada said flatly, flashing a glare at Kio. “Who would think such a pretty girl can’t suck dick?” Kio flushed at his crude assessment feeling shame course through her.

“Bend over.” Okada told Kio, pushing her forward until she was bent over Sanada’s vacated stool. Kio didn’t even get to protest as Okada pushed her panties into her mouth. “Keep ‘em there or I’m gonna have to punish you.” He said. “Or don’t cause I really wouldn’t mind turning this pretty ass of yours red.” Kio stayed still, part of her wanting nothing more to spit out the panties. She could feel the warmth from the other girl’s mouth and it was making her nauseous. But she was scared Okada would follow through on his promise to spank her so she stayed as she was.

Okada’s cock slammed into her, his hands resting on her ass as he fucked her hard making her hips push into the stool. After several minutes of rough thrusting his hand slammed down on her ass making Kio’s muffled cry echo through the room. Again Okada smacked her, repeating the movement again and again as he left his hand prints littered across her cheeks until he finally came in her, hips stilling as his cum flowed into her pussy.

Pulling out Okada immediately turned to the girl still kneeling and pushed his dick into her mouth, making her suck him clean before pushing her off with a sneer.

“You can get the fuck out now. I’m done with you.” Okada told her, making the humiliated waitress wobble to her feet and hurriedly run from the room. Sanada appeared at Kio’s face, pulling the panties from her mouth and wiping her tears with them.

“We’re done with you too sweetheart. Get the fuck out of here.” Sanada said throwing the panties into her face.

Kio slowly pushed to a standing position pulling her dress back in place as she avoided looking at the two men, rushing to exit the room.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Okada called at her retreating form, making him and Sanada break into laughter as the door slammed shut behind her.

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