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lalachat · 11 months

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"And there you were..."

Author's note: HI! This is my very first fan fiction, along with my first time writing. I do not expect anyone to read this, nor do i expect this to blow up. This is simply just a thought i had in my head that I wanted to write down. If you are reading this I will and fully apologize for any grammar issues or typos. Again, I have a lot of learning to do so if this lacks flow or has too much filler let me know... KINDLY!!! Emphasis on K I N D L Y! I love and appreciate anyone who is planning on reading this silly lil story i wrote. I do plan on writing more chapters for this... hopefully some smut later on if this gets enough attention👀 ANYWAYS, I will be quiet now :)

Summary: Your mating bond had snapped for you as soon as you saw the shadowsinger, but he was too busy pinning after the second eldest Archeron sister to notice the bond. After watching them pin for one another, you decided Az would be happier with Elain. However, Mor has an idea to get Az to notice you. A night at Rita's with a scheme made by Mor goes south when you catch the sight of someone you haven't seen in years.

This is for all my Lucien girlies❤️

Warnings: um none? basically filler bc i'm a newbie at writing:) use of some profanity, alludes to sexual theme

Word Count: around 3,200

Chapter 1: "DID YOU JUST BITE ME?"

Lucien POV:

And there you were... standing next to the High Lord of the Night Court, drink in hand as your head tilted back in laughter. You looked even more beautiful than the last time he saw you. The only difference now is that he had found his mate, but he could not help the bubbling of old feelings trying to resurface themselves. Cauldron burn him because he was damned, and he knew it. As soon as his gaze met yours, he knew he was ruined.

Y/N POV:

You were completely unaware he was here. You were too preoccupied with nursing your wine and talking with your favorite high lord to notice his lingering eyes on you. Mor had sent you on a secret mission tonight. It was your sole purpose while being here at Rita’s. The dress Mor gave you hugged your curves in all the right places, showing enough skin but keeping some left to the imagination for others. The plan was simple enough, try to get the attention of your mate and make him jealous. It sounds terrible, but it was the only way to get his attention on you. However, as soon as you got there, his gaze never met yours. You saw Az off in the corner, eyes strictly on Elain as she talked with him. Completely blinded by her beauty, Azriel's bond never snapped for him. This was your last ploy before letting him be happy with Elain. You knew Az would never see you in the light that he saw Elain in. You figured he would be much happier with a female like her anyways. Luckily, Rhysand had spotted you before you could turn away and called you over next to him at the bar.

“Ah well if it isn’t the lovely y/n showing up late as always,” Rhys said smirking handing you a glass of your favorite fae wine.

“For your information, Rhysand, Mor came to my room at the last minute with a complete wardrobe change. Where is she anyways?” you said as you glanced around the room taking the wine from Rhys’ hand with a smile.

“Well, I must say she has fabulous style. You look stunning y/n, but as of Mor’s location... I lost her to the dance floor as soon as we walked in. You know how she is.” Rhys rolled his eyes playfully as he sipped his own drink.

“I should have suspected that answer” you laughed. “I am assuming the rest of the group is somewhere on the floor too? Should we go join them and show them our horrendous dancing my high lord?” you teased with a smile and bow. Rhys gasped and placed a hand on his heart.

“Oh y/n, how you offend me! My dancing is quite fabulous if I say so myself!”

“Yes Rhysand, your white girl dance moves are fabulous. However, mine put yours to shame, and you know it!” you say as you down the rest of your wine and offer him your hand. Rhysand’s eyes twinkle as he finishes his drink and takes your hand before leading you to the dance floor. He spots Feyre with the rest of the inner circle on the floor, near the corner where Az was with Elain. Feyre’s face lights up as she sees you.

“Y/N!!!! There you are! We have been wondering when you would show up! Even got my mate out on the dance floor. I applaud you!” as she gives you the biggest hug. “You look exquisite!” Feyre says as she leaves to see her mate.

Mor hears Feyre say your name, and she instantly runs over to you. “Look at you!!! I knew that dress would be perfect for you! SO worth the last-minute change because you look fucking hot!” She spins you around and pulls you closer. She lowers her voice to where only you can hear. “He has been glued to her side all night, but it is nothing we cannot fix, hm?” she says with a hint of playfulness. You look behind her to see Nesta and Cassian dancing alongside Rhysand and Feyre. Your heart falters at the sight of both mates enjoying one another’s company with laughter and smiles. How you yearned for something like that. They were both cauldron blessed. Mor followed your gaze and sensed your uneasiness. She smiled at you.

“Do not falter y/n! We have a mission, and it is now on! Let us go be the badass babes we are and have some fun” as she takes you over to the rest of the group to dance. She positions you purposefully close to Az and Elain. You are both giggling as you twirl one another around to the music, tipsy off the amount of alcohol you both consumed. Everyone was getting lost in the music. You and Mor could not stop laughing at each other. Throats and bellies feeling warm from the alcohol. You both began to forget about the reason you came tonight. Until your gaze left Mor’s and connected with burning amber eyes and bright red hair pulled up in a bun. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned towards Mor.

“Is that Lucien?”

“Yes, he’s only here to keep his eyes on his mate, and well because Feyre had forced him to come,” Mor said while looking at you. “Why do you ask? Do you know him?”

“I do. I just have not seen him in years. Him and I used to... um.... This feels weird to say aloud knowing he found his mate, but we were friends with benefits a LONG time ago”

“YALL WERE WHAT?!” You decide to grab her hand and go to the bathroom for more privacy. You do not want the entire inner circle hearing about your previous sexual partners. As soon as you shut the bathroom door you turn to her to finish the conversation.

“Mor you act like I am a virgin.”

“Y/n I know you are not a virgin, but out of all the people to hear you have had sex with, I was not expecting him! I did not even know you two knew each other!”

“Yeah, it was when I stayed in the spring court for a while. We met at a popular bar in town, and we instantly clicked. One drink led to another, and I took him back to my apartment. We were so infatuated with each other that it quickly became friends-with-benefits.”

“OH MY GOD AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME? Y/N this is positively perfect!” You were shocked she took the information so well that you could practically see the gears grinding in her head as she paced back and forth.

“Mor whatever you are thinking stop it now. I am concerned that you are this deep in thought while being tipsy.”

“Y/n there has been a slight change of plans” Mor said with full confidence.

“Should I be concerned?”

“That my love is up to you to decide, but this is what you are going to do. You are going to talk to Lucien and...” before she could finish her sentence you stopped her with a finger to her mouth.

“MOR ARE YOU CRAZY?! I must have had too much to drink because I could have sworn you said that I should talk to--” before you could finish Mor bit your finger and you yelped. “DID YOU JUST BITE ME?!”

“Yes, but that is beside the point. Y/n, you are here to make Az jealous over you, are you not?”

“Yes, but--”

She smirks as she says, “And what better way to do it than to flirt with Elain’s mate?”

Your mouth goes slack. “Elain is Lucien’s mate? Why has no one told me this?!”

“It is because you are off in your own little world sulking over Az. Besides, none of us even knew you knew Lucien. They don’t even act like mates let alone talk to each other, so we forget half the time. But Y/n this is your chance! Not only could you make Azriel jealous of you, but you could also make Elain jealous of Lucien! Like I said, it is positively perfect!”

“Mor I can't... this is becoming too much. I do not think I can do this.”

“GIRL you are drop-dead gorgeous! Any male who does not see that can go die in a hole! You are worth so much more than a mate who refuses to look at you y/n. You can and you will do this! I will not let you sit here and do nothing. You must fight for him y/n, and if the only way to do it is to play dirty, then you must play dirty!”

“Fine! I will talk to him, but nothing more and nothing less.”

“Yes! Let us get this new and improved mission going! I cannot believe you and Lucien did it” Mor said as she linked her arm in yours and strutted out the bathroom back to your group.

“And I cannot believe you BIT me!” Mor giggles as you stick out your tongue and rub your finger to sooth it. You find Rhys, Feyre, Cassian, and Nesta at the bar getting more drinks.

Cassian boomed as he said, “There y’all are! We were beginning to think you both fell in!”

Nesta smacked his arm and said, “Not all of us thought that. Some of us have the mental capacity to know that it was for girl talk. And I must say, whatever it is I want in!” She smirks at the two of you.

“Oh, oh! Me too! Me too! I love gossip!” Cassian says as he swings an arm over Nesta to get closer to your conversation.

“Cas go be a busy body somewhere else!” Nesta said swatting away Cassian as you and Mor both giggle at their banter.

“We were just gossiping, it’s nothing important really,” you say hoping Nesta would catch that you really do not want to talk about you and Mor’s trip to the bathroom. Luckily, she seems to understand and gets up to lead Cass back to the dance floor. “Come on Cass, we can gossip with them later, I love this song!” as Cassian whisks her away to go dance. You can hear him faintly say “This is not over ladies; I have to know what it was!”

You laugh as Mor looks at you. “He's such a drama king. All right, the time is now! No better time than the present right?? Now go,” as she pushes you toward where Lucien was standing. You glare at her over your shoulder as you walk to Lucien. You can see her smirk before turning around to join Rhys and Feyre back at the bar.

“Mother above only you can save me now...” as you take a deep breath and finish walking over to Lucien. Your eyes meet, and for a brief second, all the memories come flooding back to you. You had forgotten how handsome he was. His fiery red hair, gorgeously tanned skin, and his burning stare that made you feel like the only girl in the world. You had to stop your mind from lingering too deep into the memories y’all shared because most of them were sexual. You would hate to finally talk with him again only for him to notice your scent.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here? It has been too long Lu!” you say, and you give him the most wholehearted smile that you could muster.

“Y/N! I was wondering when you would pop by. Always unable to resist me huh?” he says with a smirk, reaching to give your hand a chaste kiss. Your cheeks flush at the feeling of his lips on your skin. You can practically feel your skin burn from where his lips had just been.

“Still charming as always.” He chuckles at your comment, and it makes your heart flutter. You were treading extremely dangerous waters. You had not told Mor this, but your previous friends-with-benefits with Lucien had you harboring a secret crush on the male. If it were not for the fact you and he had mates, you were sure you both would not be sleeping alone tonight. “You look nice, Lu.”

“Thank you, as do you y/n. What are you even doing here at Rita’s? Last I remember you were still in the spring court.”

“I was, until I decided that I wanted to see the beauty of the other courts. I was nomadic for a while as I traveled, but that changed as soon as I saw the night court and met a certain High Lord everyone now knows and loves.” You giggle as you remember your first encounter with Rhysand. “I fell in love with Velaris and the inner court that I had decided to stay. The rest is history.” You gave Lucien a warm smile.

“If I had known you were here all this time, I would have come to see you! It's nice to have a friendly face around that’s not a part of the inner circle.” He says with a huff.

“I get a sense you don’t really like the inner circle all that much?”

“It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s more so that I don’t belong or fit into their group. Feyre tries to keep me in loop, and I love her to death for it, but it will not change the fact I am that group’s wall flower. The only reason I really stick along is for-” he catches himself. He doesn’t ever finish the sentence, but you knew what he was going to say. He was going to say, “for Elain.” You decided not to press the matter.

“Well Lucien, I think you are the prettiest wallflower!” you say with a smile and slightly push his shoulder. He smiles and dips his head as he says thank you. “Say, I could use some more wine and it looks like you could use another of what you were drinking, want to come with me to the bar?” as you batt your eyelashes at him. He smirks and you can see an emotion in his eyes, but you can't tell what it was.

“How could I say no to such a pretty lady offering me another drink.” He places his hand on your exposed lower back and guides you to the bar. His hand feels like fire on your skin. You almost sighed into his touch but remained stoic as you finally reached the bar. He removes his hand, and you find yourself missing the contact. He orders a refill of his drink along with another glass of wine for you. You were surprised when you took a sip of your wine, finding it to be the same as before. Funny, you don’t remember telling him the exact fae brand you were drinking.

“How did you know what to order for me? I don’t remember telling you what I was drinking.” you look mischievously at him as you take a sip.

“How you vex me! You think after all this time that I’ve known you that I can't tell that you’ve been drinking your favorite wine? Y/n I may not be the brightest flame in the world, but I sure as hell remember the smell of your favorite wine in your breath.” he says with a smirk, remembering all the heated kisses shared between you two. You try to hide the creeping blush from your cheeks, and you too remember those moments all too well. You put a hand to your mouth and breathe out. He was right, you can smell the wine you’ve been consuming.

“I didn’t think the smell would be that strong!” as your nose scrunches up at your breath.

He laughs at how silly you looked trying to smell your own breath. You could not help but laugh at this situation too. You had forgotten what it was like to be around Lucien. The warmth that radiated from him as he laughed had you weak at the knees. You can't help but think how lucky Elain was to have Lucien as her mate. You don’t understand what she doesn’t see in him, and that made you think about Az. He would never see you the way he sees Elain. Hell, he barely even looks at you. So how could you even compete against someone like her?Lucien could tell something was wrong as your face went from laughter to disappointment.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What’s that pretty little head thinking about?” Lucien had asked concerned, tilting his head to get a better look at you. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but you couldn’t help but to ask.

“Lucien, do- do you have a mate?”

“Do I have a mate? Y/n are you okay? Why are you asking this?”

“I- I don’t know. I’m sorry for even asking. I am overstepping my bounds. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” you take a big gulp of your wine. Lucien reaches out his hand and lowers your hand from your mouth.

“Hey! Don’t ever apologize to me for asking a simple question! I was just shocked by how random it was. One minute were laughing and now were on the subjects of mates. It was a very big jump, so I'm sorry for my reaction earlier. Yes, I have a mate, but she- she does not want me...”

“I am sorry Lu, she doesn’t know what she’s missing out on” you give him a faint smile.

“It’s alright. All this time I thought it would be someone else, but the mother had different plans, I guess. What about you? Surely the lovely y/n has found her mate.”

“I have, but it’s kind of complicated...” you look down at your glass as you start to twirl your wine.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how is it complicated?” he asks.

“He doesn’t know about the bond yet...”

“Y/n why doesn’t he know?” Lucien asks, and his eyes are so intense you have to look away. You catch yourself looking for Azriel among the crowd to see if he was looking your way and spy him in that same corner with Elain. Unlike the other times where they were talking, this time they were kissing. A gasp escapes your lips as your heart drops. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes as you nearly fall out of your seat. If it wasn’t for Lucien bracing you, you would have. He studies your face for a moment before following and focusing his gaze on where you had just been looking. His grip around you tightens as he watches his mate with Azriel. You can see the realization hit him as soon as he makes eye contact with you again. He now knows... “How about we get out of here, get us a sweet treat, grab a bottle of your favorite wine, and go back to my place to decompress?” He asks rubbing your back.

“That sounds perfect.”

You both get up from the bar and walk toward the door, Lucien’s hand is still on your back. You can feel a gentle caress of your mental shields and you know it’s Rhysand. You lower your shields to let him know that you were leaving, that you would be safe, and that you would be back tomorrow. He doesn’t pry and trusts your judgement. However, that doesn't stop him from turning to his cousin and bombarding her with questions about what the hell was going on.

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santaasi · 2 months

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top secret

pairing: fbi!jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: you and JJ are the best FBI agents who went undercover at a charity dinner to catch a dangerous criminal. but JJ can't concentrate on the case at all, because all he can see is your smile

warnings: english is not my first language, no use of y/n

word count: 1.3k

“Y'KNOW, IF YOU KEEP LOOKIN' AT ME LIKE THAT YOU'LL PROBABLY MISS OUR SUSPECT, MAYBANK,” you whispered softly in his ear, eyes scanning the hall.

It was nearing eleven o'clock in the evening, and Cameron's charity dinner was in full swing. The once intimate gathering had swelled into a lively, bustling event as more people arrived, their laughter and conversation blending into a symphony of clinking glasses and murmured voices, occasionally overwhelming the elegant strains of the live orchestra. It was like those rosy childhood dreams of becoming a princess, marrying a prince, and living in a big beautiful castle filled with happiness and love. Part of you was even offended that you were in such a beautiful place, spinning in the arms of your sexy boss to fabulous music, and it was all not for pleasure, but for the sole purpose of catching Rafe Cameron, who always managed to slip through your fingers.

You kept a vigilant eye on the main entrance, scanning for the elusive criminal who had brought you both here. Meanwhile, JJ skillfully guided you across the ballroom, his hand firm yet gentle on your bare back, drawing you closer with each step. His breath, warm and tantalizing, brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making it momentarily difficult to focus on anything other than the electric connection between you. The room was a blur of twinkling chandeliers, swirling gowns, and polished smiles, but all you could think about was the intoxicating blend of danger and desire that permeated the air.

“Don't know what you're talking ‘bout, cupcake. You’d better focus on the case.”

The man cleared his throat softly, immediately turned his gaze back to the crowd and a slight smile played on your face. You've caught JJ's eye on you too often tonight, which couldn't help but amuse your ego. You liked watching his reaction—seeing him blush, squirm, and immediately turn away as if he hadn't been looking at you with those blue eyes at all. Hearing JJ's voice betray him for a split second, with notes of excitement in it, and feeling his hand squeeze your palm a little harder. In all your five years working in the department under his leadership, this was the first time you had seen JJ Maybank like this... confused.

“Whatever you say, boss”

JJ shuddered, hearing you call him "boss." He was totally out of his mind today. JJ thought he was prepared to see you all dolled up, but he couldn't have been more wrong. You were always beautiful, even when tired, with dark circles under your eyes and dressed in a baggy tracksuit after another grueling case. But in that red dress, hugging your curves perfectly, with your hair styled and the final touch—those damn red lips—he was a goner.

You tried to stifle a laugh, but it still reached his ears. Stopping in the very heart of the hall, JJ pulled away slightly and looked seriously into your surprised eyes, eyes in which he immediately felt lost. A wave of goosebumps rippled through his body, and Maybank broke eye contact again, unable to handle the intensity.

“Are you laughing at me?” he exhaled, his gaze wandering around the hall.

“Not at you,” you smiled again, drawing JJ's attention back to you. “At your reaction. You’re acting weird today, Jay!”

Your soft laugh danced through the ballroom, a sound so delicate that only JJ seemed to catch it. He cleared his throat once more, turning to you with a smile that barely masked his inner turmoil. In that fleeting moment, all his thoughts dissipated, giving way to the radiant beauty of your eyes and smile—more breathtaking than a thousand stars.

You've always had this incredible effect on your boss. Over the five years of working together, every time he looked at you, the world seemed to fade away. In those years, he had fought to suppress his feelings, denying them, closing off his heart, convinced that love was a mere illusion. He feared that if he allowed himself to get too close, you would inevitably leave, just as others had.

And then there was the job—the ever-present, unyielding job that was always the priority. He was your boss, and as FBI agents, both of you were bound by a code that demanded the eradication of personal feelings. Emotions could be a distraction, and in this line of work, distractions were dangerous. JJ was determined to avoid letting you become his weakness. He didn't want the burden of personal concerns to interfere with the cases, knowing that suspects and investigations would not forgive such lapses. The job demanded a level of detachment that JJ wasn't willing to compromise, and he feared that allowing you into his heart might jeopardize everything he had worked for.

But now, standing in the middle of the ballroom, enveloped by Chopin's melody, holding you in his arms and gazing into your eyes, JJ Maybank realized that love did not exist only before you. On the very day when a spirited girl, fresh out of the police academy, appeared at the doorstep of his office, JJ Maybank's life had changed forever.

“Yeah, I really feel strange today... It's just…” JJ grinned thoughtfully, trying to somehow put all his thoughts together, but while you were smiling at him like that, he could only enjoy.

“What, Jay?” You asked, frowning slightly. “Are you sure you're okay? Maybe you have a fever, or…”

"I just like your smile, cupcake," JJ said, cutting you off in mid—sentence. Your face has started to look a little like your scarlet dress. “In fact, your smile is the best thing that has happened in my life”

For the first time all evening, you were utterly speechless. The warmth of JJ's words left you blushing deeply. You found yourself fumbling for words, feeling like a teenager caught off guard, your gaze dropping in embarrassment. JJ's grin widened as he leaned in, tucking a stray lock of your hair behind your ear. You could feel the heat of his breath searing your skin near your ear, causing you to emit a soft squeak. JJ’s laughter rumbled softly, but it was quickly replaced by a sudden tension as his gaze shifted to the person who had brought you here.

“Well, duty calls, cupcake,” JJ said, spinning you around in the dance.

Pressed firmly against his chest, it took you a moment to focus on what JJ was saying. Your attention was drawn to Rafe Cameron, who stood with his back to you, casually sipping champagne from a glass and mingling with his unsavory buddies. The sight of him made your heart race with the realization that you were not only on the brink of solving the FBI case but also unraveling your own personal mystery—the one that had brought you into this field in the first place.

“I guess we'll save the conversation for later, boss,” you whispered softly. Your lips nearly brushed his earlobe as you giggled softly, then took a step back, offering a slight curtsy. But before you could move too far away, JJ gently touched your arm.

“Be. Careful,” he whispered, his serious gaze searching yours.

“Whatever you say, boss,” you replied playfully, winking at him before turning around.

As you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this mission might just change your life in more ways than one.

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brian-in-finance · 5 months

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Photo: Oliver Holms / EE BAFTA Film Awards • Charles Finch & Chanel Pre-BAFTA Party • 17 February 2024 / Found on Twitter

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Harper’s Bazaar UK • May 2024

FLASH! We join London’s glitterati at Chanel and Charles Finch’s annual star-studded pre-Baftas bash

Dramatic skies poured outside on the eve of the Baftas, but the intimate corners and warming fireplaces of 5 Hertford Street drew in Britain’s best-loved talents and Hollywood stars for the annual Charles Finch and Chanel party. Emily Blunt and Tom Ford kissed hello, before collecting glasses of champagne and going over to greet Gwendoline Christie and Giles Deacon. As the mariachi band played a lively set, Gugu Mbatha-Raw, George MacKay and Minnie Driver chatted together, while Bel Powley and Douglas Booth unwound after a busy day, having first attended a birthday lunch for Powley’s mother, before the Simone Rocha A/W 24 fashion show, declaring with intent: ‘Now we can relax!’

Bob Geldof and Mariella Frostrup linked arms to lead the charge down to dinner, followed by Isla Fisher, who was admiring the interiors. Once everyone was seated, Charles Finch addressed the room: ‘It has been an incredible year for cinema,’ he said, also paying homage to his co-host Chanel and its historic affinity with film – creating haute-couture outfits for productions such as the New Wave Last Year at Marienbad, and countless memorable red-carpet looks. Over lobster salad and poussin, conversation and wine flowed: the nominees Margot Robbie and Greta Gerwig were deep in conversation, and Richard E Grant caught up with his Saltburn director Emerald Fennell. Last year’s winner Emma Mackey was all smiles in anticipation of presenting the Rising Star Award, saying, ‘It’s quite mad, I’ve no idea who will get it, so I hope I don’t mess it up.’ It was almost midnight when guests began to descend on the dancefloor, where the party was only just beginning.

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60 SECONDS WITH…

CAITRÍONA BALFE

Who would play you in a film of your life?

‘Saoirse Ronan – she would make me very fabulous.’

Your all-time favourite soundtrack

‘Le Mépris. It’s so evocative and takes you somewhere incredible.’

The movie that changed your life

‘Dead Poets Society. It showed me the power of storytelling and solidified the fact that I wanted to be an actor.’

A silver-screen icon you’d like to meet

‘Gena Rowlands is my absolute idol – I’m holding out hope.’

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Remember… the people I find beautiful are the people who inspire me. I love unusual beauty like Peggy Guggenheim, who had incredible style and taste. Gina Rowlands is also someone I think of as beautiful. I like women like that. I like men like that. It's not all necessarily about the Best Body or the Best Hair. I think it's much more important to do incredible things with your life. — Caitríona Balfe, Cara (magazine), August 2016

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mnoirwrites · 3 months

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Lucky boy

This is sexual fantasy about consenting adults, written for persons over the age of 18.

by MaverickNoir, July 2024

He cannot believe his luck. Sharing a lazy autumn afternoon with two fabulous, sexy women, that he adores.

M is a redhead. Her smile is his earliest memory of her, passing on the sidewalk outside the university bookshop. Since that moment she could make him do most anything with that smile. Her laugh and energy is intoxicating. She has an ass he finds himself staring at after many years of marriage. Especially in yoga pants, or in the purple striped skirt she has on today.

R is darker, in colouring and sense of humour. She can make him kneel by raising an eyebrow. When she turns on her bedroom voice it arouses him instantly. Her lips and cleavage make him weak. She has taught him many ways to submit.

The ladies met the day before for the first time over tea and cake, which led to gin and tonics. He had been nervous and acted that way. Their sensibilities and humour clicked though, and they soon seemed like old friends, sharing inside jokes that he was not privy to.

The three of them had the holiday house to for the weekend. With its high French doors and sweeping views over the leafy hills. He had prepared them lunch, a beef strip salad with soya vinaigrette. Two glasses of the finest Cape Shiraz were had by all. Red wine during the day was his idea of decadence and he relished it.

After lunch he carried their espresso coffee and Belgian chocolates to the verandah with a swagger, satisfied with the success of the meal. The ladies were lounging on deck chairs, basking in the soft autumn sun. The season coloured the landscape in warm yellows and reds, and the day was warm and pleasant.

As he set down the treats on the side table, he noticed R’s summer cotton dress pulled high over her thighs to tan her legs. Her edgy tattoos on display. Pulling away his gaze he realises she was watching him with a smirk, and his ears turn red.

‘Thank you, Pet,’ R says. M blows him a kiss. He aims for the third deck chair. ‘Before you settle in we have need of some entertainment with our dessert..’. He picks up the shift in her tone. It is subtle but his body knows it and responds. ‘How can I… assist in that regard.’ Both women laugh at his sudden change in demeanour. R seems to ponder deeply, as she places a piece of chocolate in her mouth. ‘Show us how well you’ve practiced edging yourself Pet’.

Not for a moment does he hesitate. He is aware that the neighbour’s Bedroom window has a view over their verandah. But he is much too aroused by the erotic quality of the situation. So he strips down, hurriedly. Kneels when she orders. Strokes for them and adjusts his style and speed as they require. Excruciatingly slowly at first, and like a horny dog when they tell him to, maintaining eye contact when told. When precum lubricates the length of his shaft and his balls tighten, they tell him to stop. He is throbbing and his heart is racing.

M motions him over. He instinctively goes to her on hands and knees. She hikes up the sexy skirt and spreads her legs. He stares at her white panties, docile, awaiting instruction, unaware he is licking his lips. He hears R laugh, far away. ‘What do you say,’ M asks him in a mocking voice. ‘Use your words.’

‘Please? please...’ She pulls him roughly by the hair, directly into her pussy. He licks hungrily over the thin material, until she pulls it to one side and lets him suck her lips into his mouth and taste her. ‘So eager…’ he hears R say. When a whispered ‘Fuuuuuuucck…’ escapes M’s lips her voice is low and he knows he is doing it right.

He stops suddenly, in alarm when he feels his ass cheeks pulled apart. R is behind him. She spits onto his asshole and uses a toy to spread her saliva all around in slow circular motions. He momentarily wants to protest, the knowledge of the neighbour flooding back, but it feels too good and moans instead. Then M slaps his face. Not very hard, but it catches him unaware. She’s never done anything like that before. ‘Did I tell you to stop?’

He laps at her again, hungrily, his lips and nose covered in her scent. Up and down her delicious pussy. He moans into her cunt as R slips the remote controlled prostate vibrator inside him. He hasn’t been fucked recently so it stretches him. His little hole accepts it and R slaps both ass cheeks in turn. ‘Good…’ SLAP…’ boy’ SLAP. M cums with his tongue deep inside her. The moan are low, the way he loves to hear them. She clasps her thighs around his head and pulls his face so deeply into her that he momentarily wonder if he’s going to suffocate. He is not used to her being so aggressive. She releases him and lays back on the deck chair, all laughs and giggles. He gasps air, and licks his lips again, enjoying the view of a task successfully completed.

At that moment R starts up the remote vibrator and he nearly doubles over at the intensity of it. He swears under his breath and thanks her as his cock flexes with the vibration. ‘May I… stroke it some more please…’ She heightens the speed and he closes his eyes, knuckles white on the pavement. ‘Fuck…. please…’ He just hears them laughs. R puts her foot on his shoulder. ‘Show M how much you enjoy having your ass vibrated and stretched,’ He doesn’t hesitate in kissing R’s feet, licking her toes, it feels so good to touch her, the pleasure of the vibrator putting him in a complete sub-state. He hears them discuss him, but the words are lost in the fog of arousal. After several minutes she pulls her foot away. ‘That’s enough. Fucking Slut.’ She changes the vibrator setting again and he groans.

‘Now you will wait on your knees, with hands behind your back’. She takes aways the vibration abruptly and he straightens up, waiting on the two Goddesses, breathing hard. He is taken aback to see that M has joined R on her deck chair and is kissing her neck. R slips her top over her head, then sensually takes M at the back of her hair and guides her mouth to her full breasts, holding his gaze. M hungrily licks all around R’s nipples before sucking on them, each in turn, her hand sliding along the inside of R’s thigh, over the tattoos, and under her dress. He can’t believe his eyes, his wife in a scene from his fantasies. He watches R open her legs to give better access. M looks over at him and tastes R on her fingers. R gropes his wife’s ass, slaps it, as their tongues intertwine, and begins slipping the white panties over her hips, the skirt high over her middle. They are consumed with each other, completely oblivious of him. M’s panties drop to the floor. The two beautiful people cum as his precum pools on the paving. He becomes aware that his knees are aching.

‘Oh, my M, look at your panties lying forgotten on the floor... Collect them will you Pet?’ He crawls over, glad to move his burning knees, and holds them out to M. ‘No. No, I think not... Have you ever seen him in panties M? Hmm. Did you know how much he enjoys wearing them? Our little panty boy?’ M laughs. ‘I have not.’ He slips them on but his cock (her… their.. cock) keeps slipping out. Feels his face turn red as the women laugh hysterically. ‘Take the plates into the house and wait,’ says M. Her voice has taken a commanding tone.

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His forearms rest on the kitchen counter and his hands are cuffed. R came prepared. She’s offered to teach M how to use a crop correctly. M is exceedingly eager to be taught. His legs are spread apart as he bends over and waits to become the subject of her training. Three times he is told, WIDER. With light taps of the crop to his inner thigh each time. M’s first few strokes of the crop are not much more than taps either. R encourages her though. ‘You know, he deserves a decent cropping. He confessed such perverted things to me. He likes it, I promise.’ Suddenly M finds some inner malice. The crop burns his left ass cheek. Then the other. Again. Again. When it hits between his cheeks it stings and he cries out. It also hits the vibrator which is still lodged inside him and somehow causes it to activate. The combination of pleasure and pain clouds his mind. The burn of his ass is excruciating. When she strikes his testicles he loses his footing and collapse to the floor. ‘Tut tut, what an unacceptable fuck toy’.

They send him to the Bedroom, where he removes the vibrator and waits on his hands and knees on the bed as instructed. It was very challenging to remove it while cuffed, he had to reach between his legs with both hands. The afternoon suddenly feels long as he watches the sun stretch against the wall. He is exhausted and aching.

When the women enter the room they are transformed. M has on a red bra and panties. R all in black. Each wearing a strap-on dildo! This sight of these gloriously sexy women dressed in such dominant fashion make him curse out loud. ‘Such a lucky boy, don’t you think M?’ ‘The luckiest…’

Their animated conversation, the matter-of-fact discussion about how to fuck him catches him off guard. They stroke the length of their cocks, comparing inches, girth. Then walked around him and compared it to his. R weighs his balls while M tests how hard the shaft is. They joke about who should have his whore mouth first. Who should take his hungry asshole. Whether he would be able to cum from penetration alone. They made him stick out his tongue and taste R’s dick. Then M’s. Then both at the same time. R milks some of his precum and spreads it all over the head of her strap and has him clean it. ‘No teeth Slut… Haha’ He sucks them off hungrily, to prove how much he likes it, how much he wants to please them, and they laughe at how easy he is.

Then M takes him from behind. Holding his hips she slowly slides into him. He moans with every inch she gives him. ‘I always love the feeling, when you hold my hips while you fuck me … Did you know that? Thought you should experience it.’ Then she drives all the way inside. Pulling him over her cock, back and forth, mechanically impaling him. ‘Take it, cock Slut, Take it.’ He hardly recognises her voice. Or he does, but the words don’t compute. R takes a turn. She doesn’t ease in into him. He takes the extra girth in gasps. After three minutes he collapses for the second time that day. She turns him over and pushes his legs against his chest. He has lost his erection and she makes him stroke with cuffed hands as she takes him again until its at least almost hard. Then they both seem to lose interest and leave him, stretched and used on the bed.

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When he wakes the house is quiet and the sun nearly set. He is naked and sore and wanders around until he finds a note on the Kitchen table.

‘Gone out for Sundowners. Clean up and be ready to eat ass when we get back.’ He looks at his wrists, still cuffed, and considers how best to take a proper shower in this way.

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noforkingclue · 1 year

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Congratulations, I'm really glad to hear that your interview went well.

If it's okay with you, may I please request a Dhawan!master x reader (or Whittaker!master x reader) request where the reader has gone to a hypnosis show with some friends, the master is disguised as the hypnotist. The reader gets called on and goes to the stage but by the time the reader recognises the master they put the reader under their control. Makes the audience forget and takes the reader with them .

If you're not comfortable then it's okay. You have a nice day/night and congratulations once again.

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course! Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Under His Spell

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You hated being the centre of attention so it was a surprise to you that you agreed to go on stage. Maybe it was the encouragement of your friends or the couple of glasses of wine you had but somehow you found yourself up on stage.

“A round of applause for our brave volunteer.”

You could feel your cheeks get hot at the sound of applause. However, there was something strange about it. The audience had fixed grins and their eyes were eerily blank. The clapping went on for far too long and it was only when someone clicked their fingers that it stopped at once. Everyone stopped clapping at exactly the same time and that made you blood freeze.

Terror gripped you but you found that you couldn’t move. You gritted your teeth and tried in vain to move your arm but it just wouldn’t budge. Strong hands gripped your shoulder and a pair of lips brushed against your cheek.

“Easy love,” said a sickeningly familiar voice, “don’t want to hurt yourself.”

The Master trailed a finger down the column of your throat and you gasped for air. You glared at him as he walked in front of you and grinned at you.

“Did you like my little show?” he asked

“Fuck you.”

“Rude.”

“The truth hurts. Now let me go.”

“After I put all this effort into getting you here? No.”

“Getting me here? What do you mean?”

The Master sighed and clasped his hands behind his back as he walked around you. He gave you a disappointed look as he disappeared from view. You hated not being able to have him in your view. Your breath hitched as you once against felt his hands on your shoulders. He trailed his fingers up and down your arms as he pressed his chest against your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder and rested his cheek against yours. You cringed at the feeling of his beard against your cheek. To an outsider it might’ve looked like a romantic scene. The Master brushed his nose against your cheek before pressing a lingering kiss against it. His arms snaked around your waist and gave it a tight squeeze.

“What have you done to them?” you asked

“To who?”

“Them.”

You tried to raise your arm but it was still stuck. The Master chuckled and said,

“Ah, them. The useless humans.”

“I’m a useless human.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself, pet. You are far more than that.”

The Master walked in front of you. He studied you intently before pressing his forehead against yours. You could feel his lips brush against yours. A mockingly intimate gesture.

“You are my human,” he said, “and you’re coming with me.”

“And what about all those witnesses?”

The Master briefly looked over his shoulder before looking back at you. He had a bored expression and shrugged and said,

“Bold of you to think that they’d remember any of this.”

“Wh…what? You can make them forget?”

“I will make them forget.”

The Master brushed his hand over your face and a sudden weakness came over you. Your body suddenly unlocked and you collapsed into the Master’s waiting arms. Your eyelids became heavy and you found yourself slowly slipping into a comforting darkness.

“And,” the Master said softly, “you as well. Sleep well.”

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years

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It’s time to revisit photographer turned novelty chandelier maker, Adam Wallacavage’s Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 1890 brownstone, b/c it celebrates spooky season all year.

Before he purchased his home, he lived in a tiny apartment across the street from famed stained glass artist Judith Schaechter. Her house was his original inspiration.

From there, he graduated to making sculptural lighting, then showing at the Jonathan LeVine gallery in NYC and all over the world.

Unlike Judith’s house, Adam’s was missing all the ornamental elements as it was modernized in the 1940s. It was dirt cheap, so he didn’t have a place worth restoring but a place worth customizing.

He tore down walls and rebuilt the layout similar to the original design, making molds and casting plaster and turning the place into a Victorian style freak show.

After visiting the Royal Pavilion in Brighton, United Kingdom just a few months after closing on the house, he found his path to what he wanted his interior to be based on.

He describes his style as a mixture of the beach towns Wildwood, New Jersey and Cape May, New Jersey. Wildwood is known for kitschy ’50s neon and mid-century modern motels. Cape May is known for its gingerbread Victorians.

He’s proudest of the first room he did, which was inspired by Jules Verne’s “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.” It’s the room that he made the first octopus chandelier for.

Chandeliers are how he makes his living now.

He was broke when got the place, but was able to do things like bling it out in ornamental plasterwork with help from a friend who has a plaster studio and let him borrow from her extensive rubber mold collection.

There’s a perfect long decal for fridge.

Adam says that a backpack vacuum cleaner is the best thing he ever bought to dust the house.

Adam’s advice: Don’t be afraid of messing stuff up. It can always be redone.

And don’t be afraid of what people are going to think. Do it for yourself first and not for trying to impress others.

Being pretentious works in what you do as well as what you don’t do that’s not yourself or true to your vision.

It’s okay to emulate others but always give credit to those who inspired you and try to put a spin on it.

Adam says that his home is basically a show room for his chandeliers. His studio is on the third floor as well.

His biggest indulgence is the second floor greenhouse and backyard.

It’s not finished or really started on yet, but the room under the greenhouse is going to be the seashell grotto room.

Adam’s fabulous Victorian fish tank and goldfish.

Adam’s absolute best home secret is to let your freak flag fly.

If you are remodeling, Adam says to mess with what you are getting rid of, for practice.

What a beautiful back garden.

https://www.apartmenttherapy.com/adam-wallacavages-south-philadelphia-home-37137656

#artist's home #victorian brownstone #artsy decor #unique decor #long post

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blouisparadise · 1 year

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of fics that are inspired by or based on books! We hope you enjoy the fabulous books on this list. If you want us to keep making rec lists like this, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Sweeter Than Wine | Explicit | 15,339 words

When Wizard!Louis goes to a muggle club for a change of pace, his one night stand ends up being much more than he bargained for.

2) Your Certain Charms | Explicit | 20,417 words

Harry Potter AU. Louis is the reserve-reserve seeker, Harry is the Quibbler’s brightest new voice, and the Quidditch World Cup is as good a place to stargaze as any.

3) Burning Through The Shadows | Explicit | 25,990 words

“He’s Louis Tomlinson,” the General spoke from next to Louis. “The Sun Summoner, moi tsar,” the General said, looking at Louis. “He will change the future,” the General said, looking at the king and the queen. “Starting now.” The General raised his hand and shadows creeped up from every corner of the Great Hall, enveloping them all in darkness. Louis was reminded of the time when these shadows had protected him, them, from the harsh winter of Ravka. “Now call the sun,” the General leaned in and whispered in Louis’ ear.

4) Magical Soup | Explicit | 28,580 words

Slytherin prefect Louis Tomlinson’s seventh year at Hogwarts takes an immediate turn for the worse when he’s made to be potions partners with Harry Styles, Hufflepuff’s resident heartthrob and class clown. Louis has always considered Styles to be a terrible show-off who coasts by on his charm and good looks, but the more they work together, the more he questions that idea. As term goes on, will Louis be able to admit to himself that he might actually like Harry Styles after all… and maybe, just maybe, as more than a friend?

5) Blue Lotus | Explicit | 29,824 words

Note: The pairing in this fic is Louis/OMC.

After the Second Rebellion and the dismantling of President Cowell’s regime, Louis struggles to make sense of life.

6) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30,830 words

Jane Austen’s Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis’ family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

7) Dangerous Liaisons | Explicit | 42,589 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Niall is the master of deceit and Harry is the master of seduction. Louis is just a very strong willed male model who happens to be straight. When Niall tells Harry he wouldn’t be able to seduce Louis, the bet is on, but Niall’s schemes are hard to avoid.

8) Inside Your Bones | Explicit | 43,550 words

Note: The pairing in this fic is Louis/OMC.

Louis keeps trying to make peace with his past, but it’s hard when the past is all too present.

9) A Promise Lives Within You Now | Explicit | 45,925 words

A Lord of the Rings-inspired Middle Earth AU. Louis is an Elven prince, next in line to become King of Mirkwood, and Harry is the orphaned Human boy who grows up alongside him. They fall in love, but Louis’s obligations to the throne, Harry’s mortality, and impending war threaten to tear them apart.

10) Secret’s Safe With Me | Explicit | 59,207 words

When bad turbulence and three glasses of wine have Louis spilling all of his secrets to the man sitting next to him on the plane, it’s embarrassing, sure, but it’s also easy enough to shrug off and block out of his memory forever. Or at least, it was until Louis went into work on Monday morning and realized that the man from the plane is the new CEO of his company.

11) Mead Of Poetry | Mature | 65,053 words

Under the pressure of continuing the Styles viscountcy line now that he is getting older, Harry sets himself three rules to finally settle down and marry: firstly, the omega needs to be reasonably attractive, secondly, they must be of great mind, thirdly, they cannot be anyone he would ever fall in love with. Enters Charlotte Tomlinson, the diamond of the first water of the upcoming season and seemingly the perfect candidate to the viscount’s plan, but her omega brother, Louis, is in Harry’s way. Louis only seeks to protect his sister and he sure is not going to let a rake play with her heart.

12) King Of My Heart | Explicit | 83,712 words

Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realising that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.” Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.

13) A Taste of Desire | Explicit | 104,414 words

“As forward as I have been with you this evening, I am also aware this dinner party isn’t the place to conduct business.” Mr. Tomlinson chuckles quietly to himself, shooting a subtle glance across the table towards their hostess. “And besides, I am sure our hostess would be horribly disappointed to learn that we went away this evening with a business agreement and not a mating one.” Harry, who had been sipping his wine, coughs harshly at this. He splutters, unaccustomed to such blatant statements about mating. Mr. Tomlinson continues to laugh quietly, clearly pleased at Harry’s reaction. “Mrs. Humphreys promised that there was an alpha attending the dinner tonight that I would certainly get on well with,” Mr. Tomlinson continues, voice teasing. “She assured me that we would have much in common since we both work with mills.” Mr. Tomlinson glances at Harry, eyes flashing with mirth. “Little did she know that would be where our mutual interests began and ended.”

14) Our Endless Numbered Days | Explicit | 120,815 words

“Harry?” whispered Louis, his mouth dry, his nose pressing against the other’s warm skin. “Mh?” Harry’s humming was gentle, his fingers lightly caressing the younger boy’s arm, his chest steadily rising and falling beneath Louis’ cheek. A couple of seconds passed, and Louis looked up at him in the darkness of the cave, barely able to make out the expression on his face. When he tried to inhale deeply, his breath hitched. He struggled to find the words to tell Harry what he was thinking about. Another couple of seconds passed, and Louis listened to the reassuring beating of the prince’s heart beneath his cheek. He couldn’t. “Nothing,” he whispered, his voice weak. I think you’re half of my soul.

15) Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices | Mature | 126057 words

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they’re forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

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mncxbe · 1 year

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hellooo! i’ve been lurking in this account recently, and i must say, your writing style is amazing! if you could do me the large favor of writing a small enemies to “frenemies with hidden feelings” troupe with chuuya? in which reader attends a formal gathering alongside chuuya and reader has to seduce another person in order to receive information needed by the port mafia. once again, amazing work!

Tysm♡ that really means a lot to me I'm gonna tear up. and omg yes👀 the tension. the vibes. love it. hope you like it anon♡♡

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𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: "I hate you"; "No you don't♡"

Chuya loved undercover missions. The sense of pride he got from fooling people, making them play right into his hands with only a few words was beyond comparison; something he truly relished and indulged in.

That was at least until you were paired with him. Now, all the fun has been replaced by pure frustration and seething anger.

Maybe it was the fact that you were taking the spotlight while he quietly sat behind, drowning his boredom in tasteless wine, or the fact that Mori sent him with you on such missions because, as he said, "you two don't get along so well and working together would benefit the Mafia" so he had to force himself to cooperate with you.

Or maybe he simply hated how his heart would sink whenever he caught a glimpse of you in your perfectly tailored dresses, swaying your hips for some worn out official you had to extract information from; how everyone adored you, swarming around your figure like bees on a flower. He despised seeing you so cheerful and careless, as if you didn't make every day of his life a living hell.

Sitting in a corner of the room with his hands crossed over his chest, Chuya watched you from a safe distance: silky hair pulled back in a loose bun with a few stray strands framing your face, dressed in your fabulous Miss Circle velvet dress; a dress that he himself got you for this event because you couldn't afford it.

'How pathetic' he thought to himself as you leaned in towards your current target. Twirling your coffee coloured hair around a perfectly manicured finger, you tilted your head to the side to listen to whatever the man had to say.

Still, Chuya couldn't deny it: you were good at seducing people. You had the innate gift of making others feel better about themselves around you, of charming them with sweet words. "Men's egos are volatile, easy to crumble. But if you feed them just the right amount you'll have them wrapped around your finger in no time" you once told him over a glass of wine.

And you were right. Not even ten minutes passed when the official got off the chair and extended a hand for you; Chuya could see the darker spots on the man's skin, a clear sign of his age and his stomach twisted. How could you bear all this?

He silently followed the two of you as you walked out of the glamorous ballroom and into the elevator, waiting until the red lights above the sliding doors showed the number of the floor you stopped at: 19

Chuya got into the second lift and pressed the 19th button. The ascension was painfully slow and all he could do was watch his own tired expression in the mirrors on the sides of the metal box. A slow melody played in the back and he quickly caught the rhythm, tapping the metal railing with his slender digits.

When he eventually reached the 19th floor the doors opened to reveal your figure: disheveled hair and dress slightly torn on your arm. At your feet laid the knocked out body of the official.

"What on earth are you doing? Are you insane?" asked Chuya in an annoyed voice as he hastly checked the walls for camers. Fortunately there were none.

"Shut up and give me a hand will you?" you said back, procuring a folded piece of paper from the man's pocket: the code to his room.

Four mechanical beeps sounded in the silent hall and the door unlocked. Chuya helped you move the target's body on the perfectly made bed.

"So did you manage to get the information you were-"

"Shut it shortie. I'm still working" you cut him off. Your words caused a wave of heat to wash over his body and he dug his nails in the palm of his hands.

"You little..."

But you didn't care for what he had to say. You simply unlocked the man's phone using his face ID and scanned through his e mails. When you found what you were looking for you took out your own phone from your purse and took a picture of the screen.

"Ok done" you said with a smile on your face, making your way towards the door.

Chuya followed close behind.

"Care to explain why you were so reckless? You were supposed to simply talk the information out of him not knock him over the head." he started ranting.

"Well no shit I know that but the bastard got handsy with me in the hallway. Gripped my arm so bad it ripped my dress." you spoke back, pointing at your torn sleeve.

"Don't worry" he mocked "It's not like you spent a dime on it anyway"

"Don't get me started you ginger. I got really scared back there."

Chuya huffed "If you're too scared to handle these missions why don't you tell Mori to assign you something else? But are you truly scared? You seemed to enjoy the attention you got tonight."

Your eyes shot open upon hearing his remark and you marched towards him, shoving a finger in his face "Do you really think I like these missions? Do you think I enjoy being treated like a common whore by these disgusting men only for a useless piece of information? I'm scared, Chuya. Always. Every time I attend one of these events I'm aware of the risks and I hate it, but I have to put up with you because it's the boss's wish."

You took a deep breath and before he could say anything you went on.

"And you? Where were you when I needed you? You're here to protect me Chuya."

"It's not my damn fault that bastard got a room on the 19th floor" he said in his defence. "And why do you even follow them to their rooms if you know the risks. Are you really that idiotic?"

"Chuya... If you were them, would you tell me anything without sleeping with me first?"

He was taken aback by your question but soon realized that you were right. He shook his head, earning a gentle smile from you.

"I may act tough all the time but truth is, I'm really scared. I cannot afford to fail these missions and I barely manage to accomplish them without... you know" you grimaced as you pointed at the man's body.

"And I know we're not on best terms but I need you here with me when I do these things. My ability is of no use during combat and I cannot outpower these guys so please, be there for me next time. That's why Mori sent you with me in the first place."

And thinking about it you were right; maybe Mori didn't just make him work with you to improve your relationship but also to watch over you.

With your worn out expression and messy hair you were like another person. The bratty, sassy and stuck up woman he knew was suddenly replaced by a vulnerable young girl. Chuya's heart skipped a beat when your gazes met; your eyes like pools of darkness seemed to be searching for something inside him, staring right into his soul.

"Okay. I got it. Promise I'll back you up next time. Hell I'll run up the stairs if needed" he joked and you giggled lightly before sliding your arms around his neck.

"Thank you Chuya. I'm counting on you" you whispered softly.

The redhead was too stunned by your actions to react and by the time he wanted to return the hug you had already pulled away from him; a wide smile stretching your wine coloured lips.

"Come on then. Let's get back to the headquarters. It's getting late."

With that you walked away. Chuya followed a few steps behind, attempting to push down the new feelings that surged inside his chest. 'She's my enemy, my rival' he reminded himself as the doors of the elevator opened. 'But maybe she's not that bad after all...'

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd chuya #chuya x reader #chuya nakahara #bsd chuuya

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sissasystem of three or four that are all bandmates and play different instruments/one sings?

oooh this is such a good idea!! :33 went with a punk rock group theme ~ putting them under the cut this time!! minor cw for transphobia mentions

collective name: beckham, billie, rowan, dallas, connecticut (connie for short), aida, reed

collective signoff: 🎶, 🎵, 🎼, ❤️‍🔥, dixgrace/disgrace (band name), “future pop stars”

name :: jax, juno, jace, jackie, jagger, london, billie, beckham

age :: 19 to 21

pronouns :: she/he (alternating), he/him, she/her, she/shim, it/its

roles :: sysadult, protector, appellisian, sexual protector, audeomate

species :: human, self-proclaimed “real life rockstar, babes!!”

gender identity :: AMAB, bigender, a proud crossdresser, and prefers not to label himself beyond that

orientation :: panromantic, multisexual

source :: brainmade, strongly connects with jem and the holograms

aesthetic :: new wave, glam rock, party animal

appearance description :: think of the most fabulous person you’ve ever seen. got them in your mind? good. now imagine them ten times hotter and more extreme in their fashion choice, and boom: you’ve got jackie! she will wear just about anything so long as he can style it. glittery cowboy boots? sure! a rainbow feather boa? why not! a wig that reaches the floor? you can bet your buttocks she would! billie is rather tall, standing at about six feet (and then some!!) which is only exaggerated by the fact that his favorite footwear is heels. hell, during pride, you might even see shim with neon everywhere and light-up heart glasses! jace takes dressing up as a challenge: she won’t settle for anything less than superb.

personality description :: juno is and always will be unapologetically shimself. she is loud and proud and ready to bring the house down for all the queer people who don’t feel safe enough to be out yet. she speaks loudly, exaggerates shir hand motions, has a deep laugh and always seems to be ‘in’ on the gossip. wanna know a secret about xyz? now you can, thanks to beckham’s superb social skills! jagger loves being the center of attention and having all eyes on shir. what kind of rockstar fades into the shadows? a bad one, that’s who! london will make people pay attention and be her friend whether they know it yet or not.

likes :: partying, “girly” drinks, performing songs, pyrotechnics, dramatics, drag (both himself and others), playing with her band, making a scene and being loud, people who have passion and a drive for change, protests, rallies, mosh pits, big crowds, high heels, singing & being center stage, fooling around with people

dislikes :: negative nellies, cops, the government, enforcing social norms on children, transphobes, transphobia movement, republicans (she can’t agree with the direction it’s going in), people who don’t match her vibe, homophobes, racists (& any other -ist, really)

front triggers :: social injustice, homophobia, anything glam rock, drag shows, roller derby

signoff:: 🎤, 🤘, or 🛼

art credit here!

name :: harlow, arlo, leo, merlo, harley, rowan, charlie (lee as a nickname)

age :: 17 to 20 (ageweird)

pronouns :: no pronouns, it/its, per/pers, hu/hum

roles :: buffer, disabler (speech), trauma holder, pseudo gatekeeper

species :: human

gender identity ::, nullgender / gendervoid

orientation :: aromantic, aegosexual

source :: brainmade

aesthetic :: punk, post-punk, alternative

appearance description :: nobody really knows why, but arlo tends to talk in the third person when referring to itself in front of others. it doesn’t like the concept of gender much. this is obvious by looking at how it dresses: skirts on top of pants, long jackets with floppy arms, tight fitting tops with loose bottoms, heels with fishnets under jorts. harlow spits in the face of gender norms one day at a time — and harley doesn’t even have to speak to do it. merlo prevents other people from seeing its eyes for a reason: it has coloboma, a condition that’s gotten it a lot of hate in the past.

personality description :: they don’t talk much, but oh boy, when they do? you best believe they’re spitting straight facts. lee is quiet, tending to stay out of the limelight. charlie remembers a time when it tried to be the center of attention… everything that came from it was horrible. weird managers, gross “challenges”, unwanted advances — it’s painful to think about, even more so if a memory gets triggered. harley is lucky to have their bandmates: juno goes out of shir way to keep harley safe and dress down any assholes who threaten their safety, while knox talks harley out of ones shell.

likes :: drumming its sticks on random objects, watching the world go by, listening to music, not having to say anything, being out of the spotlight, comfortable clothes, quiet rooms, talking to knox, hanging out with its bandmates, pita bread with hummus

dislikes :: talking with people it doesn’t know, being forced to front, being the center of attention, cajoling, excessive physical touch, stan behavior, hollywood (on principle), stalker behavior, being forced to do things that seem strange or uncomfortable, getting a haircut, other people seeing its eyes

front triggers :: the presence of others in their sisasystem, a good beat, alternative or punk music, stalkers, gross behavior directed at oneself

signoff :: 🥁, 🎧, or 🔇

art credit here!

name :: knox, kenji, kai, rowan, dallas, mav or vick (short for maverick)

age :: 19 to 21

pronouns :: he/him, hy/hym, hx/hxm

roles :: comforter, soother, battery, spoon generator, crafter

species :: plain ol’ human

gender identity :: maleflux

orientation :: heteroflexible, greyromantic

source :: brainmade

aesthetic :: darksynth, goth punk

appearance description :: rowan has darker skin in the headspace, with longer hair that is normally done in dreads. he doesn’t have to think too much about his dreads or maintain them, so it’s easier this way. dallas is almost always wearing hxs fishnet arm pieces with brackets jangling off of hxs wrists. hx opts for loose tanks and jeans, sometimes with a beanie, as they’re comfortable enough without making hxm overhead. in winter, mav is constantly in sweaters: most are plain, but hx has some truly horrendous ones for the holidays season.

personality description :: social anxiety? who’s she?? kenji doesn’t know her. hy’s so chill about everything that it’s hard to imagine hym ever being mad. its true: knox rarely, if ever, gets truly upset over something. that’s just the life of a headmate whose purpose is to relax and chill. if he does get upset, hy refuses to say anything or get upset over it, instead letting juno give the other party what for. hx is a soft fella with a large heart, open to listening to other people’s troubles and offer gentle solutions. he’s more of a passive force, and doesn’t actively take steps to make changes.

likes :: his guitar, strumming chords, coming up with new lyrics for songs, heavy bass, guitar songs in general, chilling with his pals, pepperoni pizza and soda, fried foods, and having a good ol’ jam session with the gang, sitting on the roof of his garage to watch the sun set

dislikes :: having responsibilities beyond the band, dead-end jobs (ie: anything that isn’t music), getting his flow interrupted, large dogs, having neighbors (they’re always complaining, sheesh), being told to turn it down, consistent disregard for his emotions and feelings, thinking about the future

front triggers :: playing or listening to the guitar, making art (usually music), sleepy afternoons, the smell of roasting coffee, chill environments

signoff :: 🎸, ☕️, or 🍫

art credit here!

#alter packs #build a alter #build an alter #build a headmate #build a system #headmate creation #system creation #headmate pack #bah blog #baa blog #kitty creations #level 3 #level three #cw transphobia

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hii! was wondering if i could get a ck matchup :))

i’m 5’2, filipina, i have dark brown eyes and pretty long hair that’s thick and dyed a burgundy color. i wear glasses and practically never leave home without putting on winged eyeliner. i think i’d describe my style like downtown girl, but there are times where i just love dressing up like with heels and a mini skirt/dress.

i’m an aries sun, sagittarius rising and virgo moon. i’d say i’m more ambivert. i do love talking to new people, but it just takes me awhile to warm up to them. i love reading romance and dystopian books, and dancing is a big part of my life (mostly hip-hop). i’m literally the biggest scaredy cat ever and really emotional. like i’ll cry when i’m happy, sad, mad, stressed. my love languages are touch and gift giving.

i also have a cat named mochi and she is the love of my life (and emotional support).

uhhh, i think that’s it, i’m not sure if this is enough or not 😭 but tysm! <33 i also don’t mind whether i’m matched with a girl or boy, i love everybody 🫶

you would be so good with robby!!!

also u sound so pretty?!?!?

robby is on the short side, so when he towerd over u he wouldn’t stop bragging abt it

“hey shortie” “robby istg-“

definitely calls u his arm rest LMAOO

thinks ur height is adorable tho.

LOVES UR HAIRRRR

he’s obsessed with the color he thinks it’s the hottest thing in the world

definitely has hair ties on his wrist for u

practices doing messy buns cuz he loves the way they look on u

LOVES running his hands through ur hair

has ur shampoo and conditioner in his shower🥹

loves ur glasses sooo much

like he’s literally obsessed with the way u look with glasses on.

he lowk gets sad if u were contacts.

“hey, what happend to your glasses?” “i traded em’ for my contacts today!” *pouts* “i think u look pretty hot with ur glasses” *blushes* “good to know.”

puts them on from time to time and steals ur phone to take selfies with them on LMAOO

*steals ur glasses* “what do we think?, do i look fabulous?” *whips imaginary hair* “oh definitely.”

the amount of times he tried to convince u to let him do ur eyeliner is CRAZYY

obvi u don’t let him cause it’s to important to fuck up.

“pleaseeee” *pouts* “robby, no. if u mess up my eyeliner i won’t have time to do it again. i’ll show up to school looking like a clown.” *crosses arms* “fine.”

one day u give in and he’s the happiest person in the world

he’s surprisingly good ???

like you didn’t take it off, it looked good.

he was very proud of himself.

LUVS UR STYLE!!!!

he has a leather jacket that u always use to steal so he gave it to u cause u used it more then him🤭

has a drawer that JUST has stockings and ankle socks for u.

“do you prefer fish nets or just plain black?” “plain black, why?” “cause i bought 6 pairs of both.”

LMAOOO

whatever money he has saved up he’ll take u on mini shopping sprees🥹

and when u decided to change up ur style to the mini skirts and dresses

GOD HE CANT KEEP HIS EYES OFF U

(or his hands lol)

when y’all first met he thought it was the cutest cause u were kinda shy

like the way u would look down and play with ur hands would MELT HIS HEART🥲

and when u warmed up to him he was so excited

loved hearing u ramble on abt anything

“and then she told me that her boyfriend di- what are you staring at keene?” “i just think you’re really cute.” *blushing n smiling like a mess* “you’re so corny.”

buys u all kinds of romance novels.

he will literally go to book stores and sit for hours and will ft u just to know if u would enjoy it or not

and don’t get me STARTED on all the jewelry he buys u

obvi it’s not diamonds and rubys but he gets u whatever he can get his hands on🥹

he got u his initial to put around ur neck.

AHHHHH

genuinely just loves buying u things.

HE THINKS ITS SO CUTE CUS UR A SCAREDY CAT !

loves watching horror movies with u cause you’ll hold onto him for dear life

“are you really scared rn?” “yes! are you not?!?” “no not really” “whatever robby, it’s not my fault im afraid.” “i think it’s cute.”

first time he bought u smth u definitely cried happy tears and he thought he did something wrong LMAOOO

“wait why are you crying? is it ugly, did i get it in the wrong color i-“ *lauging* “no robby, im crying happy tears. i promise it’s perfect, i love it.”

robby is definitely a pda guy so, he always has his hands on u.

weither his hands are on ur waist, his arm wrapped around ur shoulder, his hand in urs, he’s always touching u.

loves hugs cause he’s got mommy issues

loves touch in general, especially forhead kisses.

GOD he loves those

will literally melt if u kiss his nose or forhead

loves ur cat🥹

calls her his daughter 😊

“hi baby!! how’s my girl today?” “oh i’m doing go-“ “i was talking to mochi.” “you’re an ass.”

but u honestly love cause he takes ur cat like a whole ass child

will definitely make her wear halloween costumes and ugly christmas sweaters

AND HE DOES THAT TREND ON TT WITH THE TAYLOR SWIFT SONG LMFAOSOKR

loves his girl and his cat🥹🥹

A/N: HOPE U ENJOYED THIS!!! this was definitely the cutest one i’ve written so far lol!!🫶🏻🥹

#cobra kai #cobra kai imagines #cobra kai x reader #robby keene x reader #robby keene #robby keene imagines #robby keene one shot

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Seeing Past His Act ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

WOOP WOOP NEXT FIC HERE WE GO! This one comes from a fabulous anon prompt featuring our favourite butler boi... and it's time Actor Mark got to be on the receiving end for once! LET'S DO THIS!

Actor was a man of faults, and everyone said so. He was coercive, arrogant, egocentric, uncaring about things that did not affect him, and sometimes he was simply downright rude. Technically though, none of these attributes were his fault – they were simply the elements of his design. And, to be fair, they weren’t his only elements. However these more secret traits were rarely seen, and certainly never acknowledged. There was one, however, who did get to see these softer, finer pieces. That one was Benjamin, the most loyal butler to have ever walked the earth. Why was he loyal? He was no idiot, he wasn’t the sort to put up with ill-treatment or discomforting conditions. He stayed with Actor because Actor, despite his general personality, had always treated him right. Over time that respect had turned to companionship, rife with teasing, kindness, and insight for them both into each other.

There was much Benjamin had grown to love about Actor. His sense of humour, his style, his flamboyance, his adoration of drama, his beauty… his laughter. No matter the tiredness Benjamin might feel, hearing Actor’s laugh would cast away any hint of darkness. It was loud, room-filling, and lit up his entire face to make him look even more stunning. Benjamin smiled to himself, and started humming a little tune as he finished preparing everything for Actor’s breakfast, which he always took in bed. This morning on the tray sat a cup of coffee fresh from the cafetiere, a glass of orange juice (no pulp) along with a plate of hot, syrup covered waffles, plus some fancy French pastries. Benjamin took the tray upstairs and knocked on the door.

‘Come in!’

Benjamin entered Actor’s utterly lavish chambers (yes, chambers, he really was that guy) and smiled when he saw Actor sat up in bed. Benjamin remained awed over how Actor somehow looked perfect even when he’d just woken up, hair tousled in a naturally elegant way, eyes bright and ready for whatever came at him. He brought the breakfast tray over and Actor took it with a happy sigh, resting it on his lap. He inhaled deeply, then grinned at Benjamin.

‘Mm, looking delicious. The breakfast looks lovely too.’

He winked, bringing a smile to the butler’s face – yep, still always the insatiable flirt. Benjamin drew open the huge curtains, letting the golden light of late morning into the room as Actor happily ate.

‘What’s on my agenda?’

‘Ah, there’s nothing in your diary for today.’

‘Oh good, I’ve been well overdue a lazy day.’

Actor let out a pleased hum as the sun streamed in, allowing him to see Benjamin all the better, and it was a sight he very much enjoyed. He admired how Benjamin always looked so pristine, with a finer finish than the smoothest statue or sleekest painting. He carried himself with such elegance, such effortlessness, and the way he smiled was just so easy. He was a naturally happy soul, and being around him always served to soothed the weight that sometimes tugged at Actor. Benjamin was a sweet balm, the most loyal companion… and Actor valued him more than anything else.

‘Come, sit, I insist that you try one of these.’

Actor grinned, patting a spot beside him on the bed. Benjamin sat by him, and a little pinkness appeared on his cheeks when Actor picked up one of the pastries, and moved to feed it to him.

‘Open wide.’

Benjamin smiled and took a tentative bite… and it was divine. An almond croissant with icing sugar and swirls of raspberry jam on top – Benjamin thought he was in heaven! His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he let out a little hum… but then his eyes flew open when he felt something touch his bottom lip. He opened his eyes and saw Actor, swiping some icing sugar from his bottom lip, and licking it off his finger like it was the most casual thing in the world!

‘You like?’

Actor said, taking his own bite of the pastry and grinning when Benjamin nodded shyly.

‘Good. With the amount I ordered I’ll definitely need your help eating them.’

Benjamin laughed softly – another trait that few knew of Actor. He insisted Benjamin have the loveliest food, rest, and all the fine things he could ever want. Benjamin never asked for such things, but he always felt amazing when Actor insisted on sharing it all with him. As the morning continued Actor took time over his breakfast, giving Benjamin many more mouthfuls – he liked to see Benjamin eating well, it always brought him joy. When it was cleared away Actor ambled to his robe wardrobe and started browsing, humming musingly as his fingers drifted over practically every hue of silk dressing gown known to humanity.

‘Hmm, I think today is a crimson day.’

Benjamin tried not to stare, he really did… but the way Actor’s toned midriff tensed and stretched as he slipped on the robe was too beautiful not to admire! Benjamin acted as if he was polishing the mahogany headboard of the king-sized bed, all the while glancing in his peripheral at Actor… who had suddenly huffed.

‘God damnit…’

Benjamin was confused for moment, but soon had to bite back a laugh when he saw that Actor had been putting on his robe inside out. Actor chuckled and rolled his eyes, flashing Benjamin a grin as he tried to free his arms from the sleeves.

‘I might need a second coffee.’

Benjamin giggled softly, but the urge to keep giggling was hard to repress when he watched, and realised Actor couldn’t get his arms free! Actor grunted as he tried to ease his biceps out of the sleeves, but the silk wouldn’t budge and he certainly wasn’t going to be rough and risk ripping it! Actor grunted, wriggling from every angle, trying to ease his fingers under the fabric to loosen it… but nothing worked. After a few moments Benjamin smiled, a fond glimmer in his eyes.

‘Would you like some assistance, sir?’

Actor was clearly embarrassed, but he nevertheless nodded and sat at the end of his bed. Benjamin sat by him once more and went about trying to loosen the material around his arms without damaging it – it seemed to be clinging tight to his muscles, which Benjamin couldn’t help but look at with barely hidden admiration. An admiration that Actor noticed, and found very enjoyable.

‘See something you like?’

He said with a smirk, and his words made Benjamin go beet red as he suddenly stuttered.

‘Wha– no, I– well I mean… um–’

‘Relax. You can look as much as you like, I don’t mind.’

Actor laughed, making Benjamin blink with endearing confusion.

‘Really?’

‘Of course! I find it very flattering.’

He winked, coaxing yet another shy grin from the butler. Actor’s confidence never ceased to amaze and impress him, and for a moment all Benjamin could do was gaze at him… which meant he lost his concentration, just for a moment. So his fingers, which had been trying to ease the sleeves off Actor’s arms, slipped down and brushed into Actor’s armpits. Actor let out a poorly muffled gasp, and he flinched. Benjamin noticed and his eyes went wide, immediately worried he was in some kind of discomfort.

‘Sir, are you alright?’

‘Yes fine.’

“Are you sure, did I hurt you?’

‘No I’m fine.’

‘But… you flinched–’

‘I just got a little chill.’

Actor insisted, clearing his throat a little as he painted on a charming smile… and yet Benjamin could see that underneath, there was something nervous brewing on his face. Benjamin glanced down to where his fingertips had nudged, where they still hovered in fact, and a very curious thought entered his head. Could he be? No… but… what if he was? Benjamin knew he shouldn’t dare. He knew he’d likely receive the king of all punishments… but he just had to try it. With a little smile on his face, he fluttered his fingers in Actor’s hollows, and the man flinched away with a surprised giggle.

‘Hey!’

‘Oh my… you’re… you’re ticklish!’

Benjamin was beyond delighted, whilst Actor was beyond mortified. Now Benjamin had started, he just couldn’t help himself. He kept his fingers fluttering in Actor’s hollows, which he couldn’t protect thanks to his damn gown trapping his arms! He yelped, immediately trying to wriggle away as he spluttered.

‘Heyheyhey nohoho gehehet ahahaway!’

Amidst his escape attempt he lost his balance, ending up on his back on the bed – Benjamin eagerly took advantage, kneeling over him from above as he continued to stroke and tease his armpits, giggling.

‘I must say this is very adora–’

‘Ihihif you fihinish thahat wohord I’ll throhow yohou in aha feheather pit!’

Benjamin blushed a little, but at this point he’d really just throw caution to the wind. He upgraded his flutters to scratches now as he grinned.

‘Adorable.’

Actor let out a little shriek at the feeling of Benjamin’s blunt nails swirling in his hollows, sending little ticklish shocks all the way down his spine and bringing out a stream of cackles from him. All he could do was kick his legs fruitlessly as his arms remained stuck in the stubborn silk, despite Actor’s struggles.

‘IHIHI’LL GEHET YOHOU FOHOR THIHIHIS!’

Actor could feel the heat building in his cheeks, a sign of embarrassment which was an incredibly rare look on the man. Benjamin felt his tummy flutter at the sight, and he giggled cheekily.

‘I didn’t know you already put on rouge this morning… or is that natural?’

Actor felt his face getting even hotter – he didn’t know what was more flustering, the words themselves or the fact that it was Benjamin saying them. He was so used to the man being meek and sweet and shy and so easy to tease… he hadn’t fathomed that Benjamin had this kind of side to him. And, honestly… he didn’t dislike it. Actor attempted to growl, but his giggles drowned out any hope of intimidation as Benjamin just tickled on and on and on.

‘YOHOHOU’RE A LIHIHITTLE SHIHIT!’

‘Sir, that’s not very nice!’

Benjamin retorted with a faux gasp. The butler had never really had a natural inclination for drama or sarcasm, but being with Actor for so long had meant some of that attitude had rubbed off on him over the years. Benjamin dragged his fingers down Actor’s midriff until he reached his soft sides, scratching playfully – a tickle which, much to his delight, made Actor snort.

‘AH–nononohoho nahahat thehehere!’

‘Aww you’re so soft here, does that tickle?’

‘Whahat the hehehell doho yohohou thihihink?!’

Benjamin giggled at the retort, and playfully pinched at the man’s sides as he beamed down at him.

‘Well now, someone got out of the sassy side of the bed this morning!’

Actor snorted even more as he wriggled about, still unable to free himself from his own clothing as he tried to muster a glare – it was half-hearted at best.

‘Juhuhust yohohou WAHAIT uhuntil Ihi gehet my hahands ohohon yohou!’

Benjamin felt butterflies surge in his tummy at that comment, his head going to a rather flustering place – to his relief though, Actor was too distracted by the tickling to notice. Benjain used his thumbs to massage the dips of Actor’s sides now, making the man jolt and yelp amidst his giggles as Benjamin replied with a grin.

‘You need to get your hands free first.’

‘Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!’

Actor retorted, getting more and more embarrassed that he felt like he was going to combust at any moment! Sure he’d been tickled before but never by Benjamin… and let’s just say that it was hitting a little bit differently. Seeing his playful smile, hearing his teases, feeling his tickly touch – it all made Actor’s heart race with more than just embarrassment. There was joy. There was… love. Now, Benjamin’s fingers snuck down to tease against Actor’s prominent hips, all while the butler beamed playfully.

‘Dear oh dear, do I need to teach you some manners?’

Benjamin’s heart was full of love too. Seeing Actor like this was something he never could have fathomed, and yet here he was. Somehow looking even more handsome and bright and vibrant than he ever thought possible. Benjamin relished in the squeal that scratching at Actor’s hips brought out, and the butler just couldn’t stop giggling at the whole thing.

‘BEHENJAMIN IHI SWEHEAR TO GAHAHAD!’

‘What? Is there something wrong?’

‘IHIHI WIHILL EHEHEND YOHOHOU!’

‘Well if you do that you won’t have a butler, then where will you be?’

Benjamin retorted, his tongue poking out through his teeth as he grinned and used his thumbs to rub circles against his hipbones. The motion made Actor wriggle and cackle in what sounded like every pitch known to man! Actor’s cheeks were starting to ache from all his smiling as he continued trying to roll about to escape.

‘AHAT LEHEAST IHI WOHON’T BE BEHEING TOHORTURED!’

Benjamin grinned fondly, as always loving how the man could make everything dramatic. But then Benjamin’s eyes went wide… as he saw a mass of red silk shoot across the bedroom. Thanks to Actor struggling just enough at just the right angle, he’d freed his arms from the garment. Benjamin’s breath hitched as he watched Actor realise he was free… and grin wolfishly. Benjamin squealed when Actor pounced on him, pinning him onto the messy bed effortlessly as Benjamin started babbling.

‘Wait wait sir I’m sorry I–’

‘Hush.’

Actor’s tone was playfully stern, which made Benjamin gulp. His wrists were now pinned above his hand, and with his free hand Actor stroked Benjamin’s cheek… which swiftly went very, very red. Actor’s grin widened when he saw it, and when he spoke his tone was soft, and a tad breathless.

‘There are very few I would allow to get away with what you’ve just done…’

Benjamin shivered shyly, and then felt his heart flutter at what Actor said next.

‘Lucky for you I like you… I always have.’

The whisper sent even more butterflies through Benjamin’s system, almost making him speechless. Almost.

‘I’ve always liked you too.’

Actor’s heart, in a moment of rareness, actually fluttered in his chest, and his grin softened into a genuine smile. Another rarity. Actor leaned in slowly, and pressed a gentle kiss to Benjamin’s forehead, before murmuring tenderly.

‘My dear Benjamin…’

Benjamin felt like he was melting from the affection as he looked up at Actor, feeling like the dreams he’d had for so long were finally real. Then his heart raced when he saw Actor’s smirk return with full mischief.

‘Now… I think it’s only fair I reacquaint myself with your tickle spots, wouldn’t you agree?’

Benjamin had burst into giggles before Actor even touched him, and when he did it sparked more joy in Benjamin than he even thought was possible to feel all at once. The same joy shone in Actor to as he, like Benjamin, relished in the warmth, the laughter, the joy… and the love.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOO LUV YOUS!!

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deanwinchesterswitch · 1 year

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July 2023 Fic Rec List

Another month of fabulous reads!

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~MCU~

I Never Told You ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Rock Around My Christmas Tree ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Stripper!Bucky x Reader)

Sunglasses and Orange Peels ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

~RPF~

Grandpa Ackles ~ @whatareyousearchingfordean. Author's Summary: Y/n was enjoying her husband’s new style post Supernatural, that is until a certain pair of glasses come onto the scene. How will Jensen feel about her teasing?

Imagine Accidentally Texting The Wrong Number ~ @sincerelysaraahh. (This one came to me via @kickingitwithkirk. However, it was written by sincerelysaraahh, but the original link is broken and I couldn’t find another one. I did discover that there are 3 more parts to this fic.) {Jensen Ackles x Reader}

~Supernatural~

Afraid to Love ~ @sofreddie. Author's Summary: Afraid of love, afraid of the Mark, afraid of the consequences of their night together, she ran. When Dean shows up in her life again, she has to decide whether to accept the second chance she’s been presented with or give in to her instinct to run.

Caveat Emptor ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: Gabriela Cruz invests in a Victorian mansion in the middle of America where the rule of Buyer Beware is absolute. When her twin sister goes missing, a couple of federal agents show up. Lucky for Gabi, Dean and Sam Winchester are on the case.

If You Want It To Be-Series Masterlist ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: When your car breaks down after a hunt, Sam and Dean tow you back to the bunker for Christmas. This time of year gives you and Dean a little courage to be honest about what you both want. And what you want, is for him to see you. (18+)

Imagine Dean getting all flustered every time he comes in to your coffee shop... @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble)

Make it Better ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Y/N is at the end of her rope. Can Dean help her hold on?

Me, Myself and Why ~ @wi-deangirl77. Author's Summary: So I was listening to this song on repeat and couldn’t help but think of good ‘ol Dean Winchester and how he never could get that apple pie kind of life. But I think that he had some special ladies he visited more than once, but told them not to fall in love with him. And this is about one of those ladies.

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Benny Lafitte)

Promise Me ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: No one is guaranteed a long life. Least of all hunters. Dean knows this and so do you. Still, you pull promises from each other to protect the sliver of happiness found together.

Slow Fire Burn ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

~The Boys~

No Title ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: None (Imagine; Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader)

Love Actually ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.

On AO3

Independence Dean ~ Author's Summary: Summer is in full pandemic swing and our heroes are going to celebrate the holiday. Eventually. (Dean x Reader)

On Patreon

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Go On And Beg ~ Author’s Summary: Dean Winchester has got quite a mouth on him, and he knows just what do to drive you insane...

It Works If You Believe ~ Author’s Summary: Dean treats Y/N to a piece of vintage jewelry that may turn out to be more than it seems...

Take A Break ~ Author’s Summary: Laundry can be annoying and overwhelming, so it's important to take breaks now and then...

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 21 & 22 ~ Author’s Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man. A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

From the Christmas in July Event

Home For Christmas ~ @fangirlingfromdownunder. Author's Summary: None (Jensen Ackles x Reader)

The Christmas Con ~ @whispersandwhiskerburn. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester x Reader)

The Gift Box ~ @whispersandwhiskerburn. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester x Reader)

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #dw's witch reads #july 2023 #080723

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Wrestling Eye: November 1992

Shawn Michaels: A SINGULAR SENSATION!

By Steve Muller

Transcript Below!!!

[Shawn Seems to be enjoying his new found success.]

Shawn Michael’s classic philosophic turn from babyfaced hero to arrogant, conceited bad guy was completed when he threw his longtime partner, Marty Jannetty, head-first through the plate glass window of Brutus Beefcake’s Barber Shop. If it was not the end of an era, it was certainly the end of the beginning of one. Until that rather dramatic partnership dissolution, the Rockers tag team had been one of the most successful duos in the mat sport’s history.

Bugun as the Midnight Rockers in Verne Gagne’s now defunct and almost forgotten American Wrestling Associate, the Rockers were among the most exciting high flying teams this side of Japan. They became AWA World Champions at a very young age and it seemed they were destined to join teams like the Bastien Brothers, The Fabulous Kangaroos, the Graham Brothers, the Midnight Express and the Road Warriors in wrestling’s mythical Tag Team Hall of Fame.

Indeed the Rockers possessed all the important elements necessary for tag team success as well as a few extras. They worked well in the ring together and employed complimentary styles. They moved dynamically and complicated teamwork was executed smoothly. Loaded with charisma, they excelled on interviews and in involving the arena crowds in their own personal dramas.

The Rockers were major successes not only in the AWA But on the independent circuit and then in the WWF, the Land of the Super Giants, where they excelled despite their relatively average size. Unfortunately, success did not last for Rockers. Insiders now say the team was doomed to fall from its inception. The team had a fatal flaw that eventually destroyed it. Outside the ring, Marty Jannetty and Shawn Michaels simply did not like each other/ Perhaps the mutual dislike developed from a kind of friendly rivalry that often develops between longtime team members, perhaps they never really liked each other only because they were so successful in the ring. But whatever the cause, the Rockers team had no future.

The fated break-up was foreshadowed many times. Once, in a hotel in London, after a tough match, Micheals and Jannetty were stopped from punching each other into oblivion only by the quick intercession of WWF road managers. Another time, when there were no managers present, the tag duo battled each other in a parking lot behind a denver saloon, The two tag partners beat each other so badly that they had to be pulled off television for a month.

The breakup of the team and subsequent emergence of Shawn Michaels as a major singles star was one of the best handled pieces of booking ever by the WWF brain trust. Shawn Michaels was craftily depicted as the cause of the breakup.

[Shawn and Sherri are quite a pair!]

During the buildup of the angle, Micahels slowly developed an arrogant, nasty persona. He repeatedly reprimanded Jannetty during matches for mistakes, mostly imagined ones, in full view of the arena crowd. Michaels utilized many tricks to steal the spotlight from his partner including refusing to tag out during easy television matches and pretending to leave the ring with Jannetty after a victory, only to return to it to enjoy the applause of the crowd alone. Shawn acted as if he were solely responsible for the team’s success. And the fans began to truly hate him.

After the break-up took place, hardcore fans expected an exciting series of four star bouts between Jannetty and Micahels, both accomplished ring technicians and aerial move artists.

Unfortunately, that was not to be.

Marty Jannetty experienced some legal problems, and amid a cloud of rumors, left the WWF. He continued to wrestle on the independent circuit, and now that his legal problems have been resolved, there are rumors circulating that he will return to the WWF to feud with his former partner. However, at this time of this writing, the possibility of any Jannetty/Michaels matches is pure speculation. What is not speculation, however, is the amazing success Michaels has enjoyed since the break-up.

Shawn Michaels is now one of the WWF’s top singles stars and one of their top three villains. His interaction with new manager and spiritual cohort, Sensational Sherri clearly has established his new egotistical “boy-toy” persona. Additionally, his already great ring skills are increasing. Some of the matches in his continuing feud with Bret Hart for the Intercontinental Title have been cited by experts as among the WWF’s best of the year–a major accomplishment even if it is a somewhat slow year for great matches in the WWF. There are some who believe that Michaels will eventually win the I-C belt and may already have done so by the time you read this.

[Watch out, Shawn may be coming after you!]

Additionally, in the land of comic book mutants and graveyard denizens that the WWF has become, Michaels stands out as the wrestler who has gained success the old fashioned way–he has earned it through hard work in the ring and well planned character development outside of it. Michaels is a throwback to the days in the WWF when wrestlers had real names and believable personas. It seems Michaels has stepped directly out of those halcyon days when wrestlers were called Bruno, Pedor,, Bobby and Buddy, not Undertaker, Ultimate Warrior, Bezerker, or Mountie.

[Michaels is determined to wear gold in the near future]

Also, impressive is the transition itself, from tag to singles wrestling. Very few wrestlers have been able to make this change successfully, and even fewer have become bigger stars in singles competition than they were as part of a tag team. It seems that Michaels, together with Sensational Sherri, or the Sensational Sherri look-alike who remains unidentified but who has appeared with Michaels at arenas across America, will become a major star for a long time in the WWF. Experts have predicted that the WWF of the future. The WWF without Hulk Hogan, will be a time dominated by wrestlers ranging from Lex Luger to Sid Vicious/Justice to the Ultimate Warrior.

The experts may be wrong this time. The future WWF may well be a federation dominated by Shawn Micahels. Try it on: Shawn Micahels, World Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion. It does have kind of an innovative ring to it. After all, how long has it been since the WWF had a heavyweight champion with two names, a first and a last, neither of which are a nickname? Is the world really ready for this? From this writer’s standpoint, one can only hope so.

#this writer doesn't know how to have fuckin fun apperently #wwf #shawn michaels #HBK #heartbreak kid #Wrestling Eye Magazine #Wrestling magazine transcript #magazine transcript #sensational sherri

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