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shegatsby · 1 year ago

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Hi, how are you? Please don't judge or kill me! Please, I don't condone this kind of behaviour. So, I have a request about Mads Mikkelsen's character Le Chiffre from Casino Royale.

So Female!Reader's father won against Le Chiffre his money at the casino.

To take revenge, Le Chiffre kidnaps Reader to get revenge on her father. Warning:Kidnapping, Non-con.

Please don't kill me, I don't condone this behaviour.!!! <3<3<3

A/N; Thank you for this request I sure had fun writing it ;) It got longer than i expected but hey, who cares. love you all.

Warnings; Kidnapping, smut, minors get the fuck out or else!

The only reason why you followed your father to Montenegro was to unwind from stressful year at the university. He said he had some business to attend to and he offered you a most generous holiday which you didn’t hesitate to indulge in. First few days were relaxing, you joined a yoga class, got several massages, swam in the sea and also at the pool, however, tonight would be the night to switch things up.

Your father said he was going to gamble at a casino, the hotel you stayed in was infamous for its illegal businesses such as gambling. Your father said it could be fun to have you there with him, he liked to show off his intelligent and siren looking daughter and to distract the gamblers.

Your dress was long and red, the fabric was satin, so smooth on your skin, the dress had a slash on your left side, up to your thigh. Hair let loose, red nails and red lips.. you were the walking femme fatal that night.

You entered the room with your dad, a soft 20s music was playing at the casino, yellow lights and dark green chairs, couches made the place look vintage, there were bodyguards at each door.

As you walked together you saw him

He was among his ‘’friends’’ or people he did business with. He was covered in black, which made him look manly and dangerous. His silver watch was shining under the yellow lights, you noticed that he had no ring, could be single. He was laughing at one of their jokes when he lifted his gaze and he saw you entering. His expression changed in a second, the way he looked at you up and down didn’t go unnoticed. His left eye twitched and he looked away, from afar you could see there was something in his left eye, looked like a nasty scar. It made you curious about him, because the way he dressed and held himself showed you that he had men to do the dirty work but maybe, time to time he liked to get his hands dirty… why were you so interested in a man who seemed older than you all of a sudden? You were here to enjoy your holiday and do a trick with our dad. Ever since you hit the age 18 your dad started to take you to casinos when he wanted to gamble, and you came up with this thing where you flirt with other gamblers to distract them, it worked usually because of weak nature of men.

Your father guided you to the bar to get drinks, there was still 20 minutes till the game started so he ordered you something and you gracefully took your place to observe the environment. ‘’Excuse me love, I have to use the restroom.’’ Your father announced and left, you were enjoying your drink and listening to the soft tunes when you felt a presence next to you. You looked up to see your father but you were surprised. That man with the scar was sitting next to you, ‘’Hello.’’ He said looking at you, he wasn’t shy showing his scar, it was infact nasty but you didn’t shy away, you directly looked into his eyes, you innocently smiled, for some strange reason you liked the scar, it suited him perfectly. His plump lips formed into a dangerous smile, ‘’Allow me to accompany you while you wait for your partner.’’ His tone was questioning, he ordered two drinks, ‘’He is my father. Not so smooth are you Mister?’’ he chuckled at your boldness, he extended his hand, ‘’Le Chiffre. And you are?’’

You accepted his hand, he had a strong grip, ‘’Ms. Y/N Y/L/N.’’ he gave a small peck on your hand, predator disguised as a gentleman. ‘’I assume you are here to accompany your father?’’ you took a sip from your cocktail, ‘’Correct. I didn’t want to leave him alone, plus, I’m his lucky charm.’’

‘’Good girl.’’ His eyes never left yours, you wondered if he could see from his scarred eye, of course you didn’t ask. With his comment you could feel heat rising up to your cheeks, thankfully your father came.

‘’Le Chiffre?’’ your father asked in a not so kind matter, ‘’Mr. Y/L/N,’’ he greeted your father with the same icy cold courtesy. ‘’Long time no see.’’ Your father said, ‘’Looking forward to see you at the game with your,’’ he looked at you, ‘’lucky charm.’’ His hand went to his pocket to get his silver inhaler and bid you goodbye. You didn’t understand the tension that they had, maybe it was because of the competitive business life.

Soon the game started, your father’s instructions were simple, wait for Le Chiffre to make a bold move and distract him, it was an old game of yours.

You were like a hawk watching the table from afar, your fingertips circling around the cocktail glass, you saw that it was his turn to make a move and you bolted to your feet. Your heels were making powerful sounds on the marble floor and you saw him looking up as he was shaking the dice in his big palm, your eyes never left his dangerous ones, he wasn’t ready the dice unintentionally fell from his palm, you saw the pure anger written on his perfectly shaped face as you got on the elevator you could hear your father’s victorious laugh.

You didn’t join your father, who was celebrating the big cash he just won. You were in your hotel room, just out of the shower and moisturized. You couldn’t help but think of Le Chiffre, was that money important to him? Did your father and he had a history? You needed a spa night. Since it was late you didn’t mind leaving your hotel room only in a long robe and nothing else, the halls were quiet, no workers around which was strange. You didn’t mind, the spa was at the top floor so you pressed the button and waited, after few floors two men who were dressed in black joined. When you reached the top floor something felt fishy with the situation but you couldn’t turn back to your room now so you decided to stick with the plan. Your steps were quick on the marble floors, you finally saw someone who was attending the spa area and you informed them, they smiled and showed you to one of the cabins. You were alone, thankfully. You just sat and closed your eyes to relax, the steam helped you calm your mind, well, it was too calming and soon you were asleep.

You slowly started to feel your body again, your eyelids felt so heavy but a sudden panic made you open your eyes, you weren’t at the spa, you were at a bedroom.. that wasn’t yours.

As you lifted your body with the help of your shaky hands you heard a voice which was familiar, ‘’Slow down, you are still recovering.’’ Someone, a man, sat on the edge of the bed and you could feel his hand on your small back. You looked up to see him and it was Le Chiffre, but why was he here?

‘’Wh-‘’ your throat was dry, ‘’Here.’’ He offered you a glass of water, you were hesitant but thirst clenched your being so you drank with his help. ‘’Good girl.’’ He said when you drank the whole glass.

You were coming to your senses so you pushed yourself away from him, your back resting on the headboard of the bed, ‘’You might be wondering why you’re here-‘’

‘’Might?!’’ you replied. Cleary not amused, ‘’As you can remember your father won a significant amount of money, thanks to your help, I want that money back.’’

‘’So you kidnapped me?!’’ you could feel anger boiling, ‘’Smart one aren’t you. Until that money is returned you are my-‘’

‘’Hostage.’’ You sarcastically said, ‘’guest.’’ He answered, ‘’It had been 5 hours since you were taken You must be hungry. Come.’’ He extended his hand but you refused, as you quickly stood up you got dizzy so he grabbed your waist, his scent filled your nostrils. He smelled good.

You couldn’t protest because it was hard for you to walk so with his help you left the room. You weren’t at the hotel anymore, it was a mansion. Was this his house? You walked down the stairs, all you could see was an astonishing house with large paintings and furniture. He took you to the dining room where breakfast waiting for you both. Your stomach growled, he chuckled and helped you to your chair. ‘’Why can’t you just win the money back? There is another game tonight.’’ You asked, looking at the breakfast. You had to keep your calm in order to survive because you didn’t know what was he capable of. ‘’I don’t have for another game and I don’t like taking chances.’’

You laughed sarcastically, ‘’Says the man who was gambling last night.’’ You drank the orange juice, it was tasty. ‘’I was going to win. Until I got distracted by a certain beauty.’’ His comment made you blush so you didn’t look at him, ‘’Is it scary to look at me love?’’ he sounded hurt, ‘’I understand if it is the case.’’ You didn’t care about the scar so you looked straight at him, ‘’There we go.’’ He smiled, ‘’Now, finish your breakfast, I have plans for us.’’

You didn’t know his plan but you had to play along, you finished your breakfast as he commanded so, it was delicious anyways and you were almost sure there was no poison. He looked at your finished plate, you could see a small smile forming on his plump lips, they distracted you, ‘’Well done.’’ You noticed that he kept giving you praises, which was your weak spot but he didn’t know.. or did he?

He stood up, extended his big hand, ‘’Shall we?’’

You thought he was going to torture you, lock in his basement, feed you to his dogs but instead he took you on a stream in the mountains, he said he liked to come here, swim and make plans for his business, he said the water calms his nerves and keeps him connected to mother nature. Before you left his mansion a maid came to give you a bag with everything you need, a bathing suit, towels, sunglasses, sunscreen, you name it. Le Chiffre didn’t need changing, he just took off his shirt and jumped into the stream, you thought he wanted to give you privacy so you quickly changed into your bathing suit, it was red, a color he choose but you had no idea. Once you changed you placed one of the towels on the grass and sat, started to put sunscreen on your legs, arms, ‘’Need a hand?’’ you heard his serpent voice, tempting and you looked up to see him, on the edge, his broad arms supporting his body by leaning into the ground, ‘’Yes, thank you.’’ Two can play the games, you thought. The way he jumped up to the shore, his arms and legs flexing did something to your core. You had to exhale the breath you were holding, without a word he sat behind you, put some sunscreen in his palm and started to rub your back. You literally held onto grass under your hands, his calloused hands trying to be gentle but you could sense the certain urge to go deep, and rough.

‘’When I first saw you at the casino,’’ he began, ‘’I thought to myself, I must have this girl somehow.’’ He wasn’t shy at all, ‘’I guess Universe finally decided to give me a break and let me have one good thing.’’ It was obvious that his life was difficult, and seeing you as something good made you blush.

You turned to face him, his eyes were hoping for something, something tangible and you decided.

You leaned in to give him a kiss which he gladly took, his lips were so full and soft, his big hands went to caress your face, as the kiss got heated you followed his movements, he made you lay on your back, your legs invited him by opening. When he bit your neck you moaned, he pulled away, ‘’Did I hurt you?’’ he was out of breath, the genuine curiosity could be seen in his eyes and you almost cried. ‘’No, keep going.’’

He kissed you again, you could feel his hard member between your legs, there was no going back.

His hand went to dip into your wetness and he moaned into your mouth, he pulled away to give kisses to your face and neck, ‘’just how I imagined.’’ He said as he started to rub your clit, your arched your back, his sweet torture was driving you mad. ‘’Do you want this?’’ he looked to see any sort of discomfort on your face but all he found was flushed cheeks, lust written in your eyes, mouth slightly parted. ‘’Yes,’’ you said, ‘’please’’ he grinned.

His fingers pushed the fabric away, he quickly got rid of his short and gave himself few pumps, you couldn’t help but notice how big he was.

He rubbed his tip into your folds, making you whimper, ‘’pleasee’’ you said whining, ‘’Please what, lucky charm?’’ you couldn’t help but moan deeply, ‘’Please fuck me, ever since I saw you last night I wanted you to bend me over and fuck me raw.’’ Well, it wasn’t a lie, he had a strange aura to him.

Your confession startled him at first, Le Chiffre, even though he didn’t want to admit, he had insecurities thanks to the scar on his face, ladies usually went for his colleges, not him. Hearing you openly admit to want him turned him on, he was planning on to be gentle with you but after what you said, that wasn’t an option anymore, he had to have you and keep you all to himself.

Your legs wrapped around him and he inserted himself with one thrust, you screamed in pain at first because it had been a while, ‘’Look at me.’’ He was deep inside you, you could feel his pubic hair tickling your skin. You meet his eyes and he started to move, you knew after this session you would have sore thighs, but you didn’t want him to stop. He stretched you out perfectly, ‘’Open your mouth.’’ And you did, he spit in your mouth, bit your lower lip, gave you multiple hickies.

Your fingers locking in his hair, you’ve never heard a man moan like him before, it made you clench around him again and again. You wetness and the sounds you make was heaven for him, of course he had multiple partners before but they all seemed fake, artificial, on the other hand you were screaming, tears in the corner of your eyes, you looked perfect. He sucked on your clothed nipples, gave them slaps, you were close and each sucking and slapping made you see stars, you liked his roughness. ‘’Come on my cock princess, let me feel it, come on.’’ He knew you were close and his praises pushed you over the edge, he followed behind.

His head fell to the crook of your neck, both of you were breathing heavily, ‘’I can’t let you go, not after this.’’

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wihellib · 4 months ago

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Lucifer Victory

The fact that Lucifer Victory from the paywalled Nightmare Pass is coming to the standard pool flabbergasts me.

To me, this has to be a PR move on PrettyBusy’s part. They are aware of the backlash surrounding the nightmare pass and rather than actually addressing it directly, they just decided to throw us a bone so that we can’t claim that they never give us anything.

There is no way that this was the plan from the start. I looked back at the Lucifer Victory announcement and nowhere does it imply that it will be added to the standard pool, unlike Lucifer Selfie and Leviathan School.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy he’s in the standard pool. However, I feel like this could also cause a large backlash against PrettyBusy. I know that I would be pissed if I had paid for Lucifer Victory because I wanted him badly and was led to believe that this was the only way for me to get him, only for him to wind up in the standard pool later. I’m curious to hear from people who paid for him on how they feel about about this.

I’ve always been of the opinion that the Kings, the main love interests of this game, should never be completely paywalled and so they shouldn’t be on the nightmare pass, like Lucifer Victory and Beel Bath. But with Lucifer Victory showing up in the standard pool, there could be a compromise here. The Kings show up sometimes on the nightmare pass and those that want him guaranteed right away for a specific price can buy him and get the additional goodies from the nightmare pass as well. Those that don’t want to spend money can gamble and try to get him later in the standard pool. Then, the Kings are not completely paywalled.

I’m very interested to see if Beel Bath will end up in the standard pool later. Or if this was a one time thing to get us to stop complaining about the nightmare pass.

#what in hell is bad #whb #what in “hell” is bad?#prettybusy what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb lucifer #what in hell is bad lucifer #prettybusy critique #whb critique #critique

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theharrowing · 1 year ago

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Devil with the Mint Hair 🍃 3: Pretty good

His pull out game is strong but your hatred for him is stronger.

PREVIOUS | INDEX | NEXT

🍃 Yoongi x Female Reader

🍃 word count: 7.7k

🍃 enemies to fuck buddies, brother’s best friend, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+

🍃 warnings: alcohol consumption (mc is tipsy); talk of hiring sex workers; mention of masturbation with sex toys; mention of Yoongi fucking Jimin; use of "baby girl" & "submissive little fuck doll"; mc is a brat; dirty talk and filthy smut (safe word establishment; mc does not get undressed; hair gripping - no description of hair style or length; being handled roughly - pushed around, gripped by head and throat; face slapping; rough, messy blow job & face fucking; a lot of drool; spitting; rough sex; pussy slapping; cunnilingus, fingering, & ass eating; multiple orgasms; overstimulation); they do not kiss once; post-nut regret; possibly catching a feeling??? (lol, as if.)

🍃 note: this scene takes place in America and there is a brief interaction with a bartender but i didn't specify what language anyone is speaking or where these characters live because it seems very unimportant for a fic like this lol. i know nobody is here for the scraps of plot.

🍃 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🍃 posted oct. 2023 | read on ao3

The summer sun is hot and oppressive, and you sit under the awning of a poolside bar, hair dripping from taking a swim, with a towel around your hips, waiting impatiently for the bartender to return with a blended margarita – desperate for the inevitable brain freeze, if it means you get to cool down.

Why your brother chose to celebrate his September birthday in Las Vegas, of all places, is beyond you, and you try your hardest not to melt against the high bar chair and its tiny little wooden seat back. You only agreed to come because he is your brother, and you would never miss his birthday for the world.

And you assumed that he and the guys would be so busy gambling and going to strip clubs – and whatever else men in their twenties do – that you would not get stuck running into a certain someone too much, despite foolishly agreeing to meet up, should the possibility arise. And you were right, for the most part.

Night one consisted of dinner and drinks, and then the guys went off to various casinos on the strip to test their luck. You meandered through your hotel's casino, cradling a drink while taking in all the sights and sounds, ultimately becoming both underwhelmed and overwhelmed, and retiring to your room to sink into the jacuzzi tub.

The following day, the guys slept in late while you went to breakfast, and then you joined them for some day drinking and a walk along the strip. And although your sworn enemy did make an appearance each time, with your brother around, he barely acknowledged your presence – something that you have found to be both a relief and somewhat infuriating.

He has also been preoccupied with a pretty boy with bright orange hair named Jimin, and you find yourself wondering, whenever you see him, whether he is the hookup your enemy mentioned to you over text.

Not that you want that devil to acknowledge you, nor do you want to care about who he fucks – after the stunt he pulled the last time you saw him, you find it impossible to look him in the eyes for more than a few seconds. But it still feels strange to be ignored by someone who made you cum so hard – a thought that makes you cringe.

You surmise that the guys had a long night at the strip club because it is almost noon, and you have not heard from your brother. Today has been set aside as a sleep-in-and-recharge day, anyway, so you have no plans until dinner, which is how you came to be at the large outdoor pool, perched at the bar without the expectation of running into anyone. Perhaps you should have rethought your plan and gone to someone else's expansive outdoor pool, but now is not the time for weighing the could-have-beens.

Once the bright blue drink in a tall, curvy glass is set before you, you sit high in your seat, smiling as you take hold of the chilled glass and wrap your lips around the neon pink straw, sucking in the ice-cold concoction that sends a shiver down your spine with a flavor that you can only describe as boozy blue.

"God, that's good," you mutter to yourself, rolling your eyes back with joy and lolling your head as a frigid rush works its way through your body, aided by your damp bathing suit.

"Damn," a familiar voice rasps from behind, making you jump, "what do they put in those things?"

You don't need to turn to see that Yoongi has sat to your right, but you do, quickly taking in his naked torso and black swim shorts before turning your attention back to your drink, putting the straw between your lips and noting that he is dressed to swim but still dry.

As much as you try to ignore his presence, you can feel Yoongi's eyes on you, and you do your best to ignore the way your skin has broken into goosebumps and your face warms. You do not like him, and you hate how your body responds to his presence.

Yoongi drawls a petulant, "Wow, not even gonna say hi to me, huh?"

You roll your eyes, take a deep, chilling sip of blue, and turn your attention toward him, doing your best to appear wholly inconvenienced. Then, with wide, incredulous eyes and a fake smile, you say, "Hi, Yoongi," as sarcastically as possible.

Yoongi snickers, then opens his mouth to retaliate, but the bartender returns and asks if he would like something, forcing his attention away as he points to your drink and says, "I'll have whatever that is."

The bartender cheerily says, "Blue raspberry margarita, coming right up!" and walks off.

Yoongi turns his attention back to you to mutter, "Sounds mildly horrifying; I can't wait," with a grin.

Feeling annoyed and disinterested in whatever this man is playing at, you blurt, "Why are you here, Yoongi?"

"My best friend's birthday," Yoongi responds, running a hand through his short, mint-green hair, and sounding bored. "Why else?"

You sigh and roll your eyes, then focus on stabbing the pink straw into your blue drink. "I mean here, sitting next to me. There are other bars out here, and hundreds more along the strip. Shouldn’t you be preoccupied by that orange-haired guy who clings to you, instead?”

When Yoongi asks, "Why wouldn't I want to be here, sitting next to you?” his voice is much lower and much closer than you expect, and you flinch, turning your sights back to him.

Yoongi leans on the bar top, elbow only inches away, and his gaze is piercing. Only a small floral bikini top covers your upper half, and your leg sticks out from the slit in your towel enough that when Yoongi's gaze roves slowly and hungrily over your body, you feel exposed. Anxiety crashes through you, but so does arousal, and you clear your throat and take another frozen sip.

“And anyway,” Yoongi continues the moment you turn away, “Jimin is still asleep, and likely will be for several more hours.”

The bartender returns and sets Yoongi's drink before him, and you watch from the corner of your eye as his nimble, long fingers delicately cradle the glass and slide it toward himself. He sits forward, takes a sip, and then grumbles out something unintelligible under the sound of your pounding heart.

"Hmm?" you ask, turning your attention to him.

"Not as orgasmic as you made it seem, but not too bad."

With another roll of your eyes, you mutter, "You are so annoying."

Truth be told, sitting out here with Yoongi is not as bad as you would have thought. Perhaps it is because he is holding back from leaning too far into your personal space and wearing you down – likely because the two of you are surrounded by others, and there is a slight chance that your brother or one of the other guys could come find the two of you. Or, perhaps the dry Vegas heat is making you too worn out both physically and emotionally to care.

Yoongi hums, and you turn your attention toward him without fully looking at him, continuing to suck at your melting drink. One thing you will give Vegas credit for is even these shitty slushies are potent enough that you are already feeling a little tipsy.

"You seem calm today," Yoongi muses. "Did you also bring back an escort last night? Get the stress fucked out of you?"

Everything Yoongi says hits you like several small trucks, and you open and close your mouth, attempting to begin several sentences but feeling at a loss for which detail to hone in on. Finally, you settle on the most obvious bit and ask, "Escort? What?"

Yoongi laughs, and it sounds almost mocking and sardonic, so you look at him, finding him chewing on his bright yellow straw with a lopsided smile. "Why do you think the guys are so worn out? I've been keeping them busy."

"You've…what?"

Another laugh, but this one comes from the guts, deep and amused. "What? We're in Vegas, baby girl! Gotta make sure to give the guys the full experience."

"You're lying," you mutter, straw wedged between your teeth, doing your best not to respond to the sound of him calling you baby girl out loud.

Has Yoongi really been hiring sex workers to stay with the guys? All the while you've been using a vibrator and feeling too small in your gigantic suite. You have nothing against the notion of sex work, but knowing that your brother…a violent shudder runs through you as you attempt to shut out the thought.

"Ha, come on, do you really think I would lie about something like this? We found a fun little club not too far from here, and the guys took a liking to some of the dancers. Once we found out the girls can be rented for the night, that was that."

"Wow," is all you can mutter, because what else do you add? Must be nice? Thanks for the invite? Nothing feels appropriate. And anyway, what if Yoongi is lying?

"And what's the name of your favorite girl?" you ask, attempting to play it cool, taking another deep sip of blue before turning your eyes to Yoongi, whose gaze is firm.

The way he regards you is unyielding, and you squirm in your seat, finding it hard to hold eye contact. Somehow this is the most civil conversation you have ever had with Yoongi in person, and you find yourself nearly charmed by his presence. That is, until you recall how he showed up at your door knowing full well that your brother was not home so he could smoke you out and pressure you into rough sex on your bedroom floor, of all fucking places.

And you almost break the spell and let your anger rise, feeling the sudden urge to chug back your drink and get the fuck away from this demon. But you cannot deny the way he made you feel, and you would be lying if you said you would not want to feel it again, especially after agreeing to hook up if the opportunity presented itself. It seems as if it has, in fact, done just that.

Although you are at war with your thoughts and not fully set on running off, you do slurp more than half of the remnants of your drink, which goes down easy now that it has more or less melted into a boozy syrup.

"Well?" you challenge, curious what kinds of escorts Yoongi has been bringing back to his room. You wonder if they like it just as rough as you do.

Yoongi tongues the inside of his mouth, then chuckles. "Nah, I haven't been partaking. Only supplying."

At this, you roll your eyes, once more. Why is Yoongi suddenly acting like a prude? "Sure, okay," you say incredulously.

"I'm serious!" Yoongi insists, making you laugh more.

"There's nothing wrong with hiring sex workers, Yoongi," you say with raised eyebrows, almost defensively.

"I fucking know that," he bites back, "I'm the one hiring them!"

"Okay, then—"

"Why would I need to hire someone? You're right down the hall."

Now you know he is fucking with you, and you hate to admit it, but it makes you annoyed – a little upset, even. If Yoongi has been preoccupying the guys, why hasn’t he shown up at your door? He must be messing with you.

"Shut the fuck up," you grit with your straw between your teeth before sucking the rest of your drink back. The straw gurgles loudly against the bottom of the glass as you angrily seek every last drop of tequila and blue.

"I'm serious," Yoongi responds, close.

When you regard him, he looks serious, but you are certain that he must be toying with you, and you begin to slide from the tall chair to the ground, stretching your toes to meet the rough gunite while your shifting weight makes the chair scrape loudly backward.

There is laughter in Yoongi's voice when he asks, "Wait, where are you going?"

You sigh and stare at Yoongi's half-empty drink rather than at himself, contemplating how much you even want to reveal. You do not have feelings for him, for one thing, but you are also not sure whether he has just been messing with you and lying about wanting to hook up again. It almost feels like you are the butt of some joke.

"I'm not going to sit here and be made fun of," you say, pointedly not meeting his gaze before you turn to walk back into the hotel.

"Wait," Yoongi says, and before you have a chance to register the word, his hand is on your arm, tugging you back. "There has definitely been a misunderstanding."

You are surprised to find that Yoongi is standing, and now that you are on your feet, the alcohol hits you at once, spinning you somewhat off your axis as you twist out of Yoongi's hold and frown at his eager expression. You stumble slightly back on flip-flopped feet and straighten out, giving him your best glare.

"Look, I'm not interested in your games, okay? I know you enjoy being an asshole for fun, so cut the shit, Yoongi."

Yoongi actually looks a bit upset before he schools his features and scoffs, taking a step back and reaching for his drink. He shrugs, then mutters, "Fine, be a fucking brat."

The whiplash is astounding, and you stand your ground while trying to figure out just what the fuck is going on. Yoongi sucks his cheeks in to finish the last of his tequila syrup, then he walks past you with an air of nonchalance that makes you turn on your toes and follow him in a huff. You were going to have the last word; who does he think he is?

As the two of you approach the open door of the hotel, Yoongi turns to glance over his shoulder and scoffs. "What? Tagging along so you can bitch at me in the elevator?"

"Oh, fuck off," you respond louder than necessary now that the two of you are in the crowded carpeted hallway and the raucous sounds of the pool are quieted behind concrete and glass. "I'm going back to my room."

"Sure you don't want to come back to mine?" Yoongi asks over his shoulder as you round a corner into a nearly empty hallway, walking deeper into the hotel.

"What?" you all but shout.

"Oh, come on," he laughs, turning to walk backward just long enough to say, "I saw how jealous you got over the prospect of me fucking someone else, despite knowing full well that I do fuck someone else, regularly. Regardless, the guys are all asleep, which means an opportunity has presented itself."

"I was not—" you begin as his gaze rakes down your body, and he turns back around.

"Admit it," Yoongi drawls, taking a corner to the left into a small elevator lobby with eight gold doors. He presses a call button, then turns to fully face you. "You can't get me out of your head, can you? I've been watching you sneak glances all weekend, baby girl; you're a terrible actor."

How can one man be so exasperating? As you wait for one of the elevators to get close, you stare up at the lights above the nearest one, hoping that by some chance two of them open so that you are not stuck in a compact square carriage with him.

But as one of the elevators behind you dings, and not a single person joins you inside, you realize all too soon that you are trapped with him, and only him. Yoongi steps in first and holds his hand in front of the door to keep it from closing, and you slide into the small space and step into the furthest corner from him, staring at the gold doors as they close, then watching in the peripheral as Yoongi hits the number 32 – the floor you both stay on.

"So?" Yoongi drawls, causing your entire body to break out in goosebumps – though you reason it is likely from your bathing suit still being damp and has nothing to do with that demon's deep, inviting voice.

"So, what?" you bite back, staring up at the little screen above the button panel that flashes with which floor it passes.

"You gonna come to my room and let us both have what we want, or what? Nice and rough, just like you asked for.”

With a scoff, you cross your arms over your chest, attempting to find warmth and to cover how hard your nipples are under your bathing suit top. Yoongi steps closer, and in this enclosed space, you can smell hints of musk and cologne, and maybe something sweet, like a lingering trace of shampoo or a body wash.

"Or maybe we should go to yours," he suggests, deep and quiet. "Your room is further from the others…don't need any of them hearing you screaming my name while I tame the brat out of you."

"You are insufferable," you grit under your breath, though your words do not sound as firm as you would like.

Yoongi hums and steps impossibly closer, then says, "I know you can't stop thinking about me, baby girl. Just give in."

As soon as the elevator dings and the gold doors slide open, he side steps far away from you, giving you space to exit and begin the hurried trek toward your room. From the elevator lobby, yours is to the left and down a little, whereas the group of rooms the guys are staying in are just off to the right. If you did let Yoongi fuck you – which you are not – doing so in your room would be the wiser of the two choices.

You round the corner to the left and walk quickly down to your door. To your chagrin, Yoongi's flip flops smack behind you, and you sigh and let your head droop back, feeling too tipsy and maybe a little too horny to be allowing him to come to your room. You reach your door and fish your key from where it's wedged between your towel and hip, then turn and scowl, looking over Yoongi's shoulder to make sure nobody else is in the hallway to see the two of you together.

"Go back to your room, Yoongi," you say. Your heart pounds the closer he gets, and you do your best to keep your eyes on his face, but he is shirtless, and he looks really good with his lean but defined muscles on display.

"Is that really what you want?" he asks, stopping a foot away and leaning into the wall.

"Yes!" you whisper-yell, insistent. You glance over his shoulder once more, then say, "The last thing I want is to get caught with you."

Yoongi's face brightens, and you know in an instant that you have fucked up. "Oh, so you do want me to fuck your brains out, but you're worried about getting caught?"

"That's not—"

Yoongi raises an eyebrow and does not wait for you to finish your sentence, drawling, "I think it is. You already said as much over text."

Although your hand is lifted halfway to the key scanner, it is too far for it to detect the key and allow you entrance. You raise your eyebrows and use the hand holding the key to wave him off, muttering, "Shoo! Get the fuck out of here. I don't want to be seen with you."

Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, grabs your hand, and forces you to hold the key against the scanner, then reaches with his other hand to open the door and shove the two of you inside. Everything happens in a flash, and you barely have a chance to get your bearings, muttering, "Yoongi, what the f—" as you are ushered into the entrance of your hotel room, and Yoongi is closing the door behind the two of you.

"Nobody can see us in here," Yoongi says as he steps out of his sandals and walks into your room, adding, "problem solved," over his shoulder.

Your hotel room is fairly tidy, with only a few small sprawling piles of clothing and beauty products here and there. But you definitely left a dildo and vibrator lying tangled in the sheets of the bed from toying yourself last night, and you kick out of your sandals and scurry over to the bed, hoping to get to them before Yoongi sees them, finding him holding the small purple bullet vibrator between his fingers.

"Naughty girl," Yoongi teases when you come into view, and you can hear him clicking on the power button multiple times to make the buzzing louder and stronger.

"Put that down," you insist, closing the space between the two of you and reaching for it.

"Let me use this on you," Yoongi mutters, dropping his arm down and brushing the vibrating toy over your thigh, right in between the slit of the towel.

"Yoongi!" you yelp, hopping backward and reaching for his arm, but Yoongi just grins and holds the toy behind his back, flexing his arm as you attempt to yank on it.

"Please," Yoongi asks softly, flashing a lopsided smile, and you shove at his chest and walk away, determined to put space between the two of you.

Given how fast Yoongi can make you cum, the prospect of him fucking you while using your toy does excite you, but it also worries you. This man would turn you into a pile of mush in no time. Luckily, he turns the toy off and tosses it back onto your bed, toward the pillows.

“We need to establish boundaries,” you say, walking over to a long mirror near the front entrance of the room to check your reflection. Although you appear tired from a combination of tipsiness, heat, and genuine exhaustion, you look good enough to let this demon perceive you.

When you turn back to Yoongi, he is sitting on the corner of your bed, arms relaxed at his sides, waiting for you to continue.

“Things like hitting, spitting, and hair-pulling are fine, but I get to tell you to stop if it becomes too much.”

“We’ll establish a safe word,” Yoongi says.

A thrill rushes over you as you consider what your safe word could be, and you formulate an idea, unable to hold back from grinning. Yoongi must take notice, because he sits higher, raising his eyebrows curiously.

“The guy with the orange hair,” you say, approaching Yoongi, whose eyes widen as you speak, “is he your regular hookup?”

Yoongi smiles sharply, then nods his head slightly as he says, “He is.”

“And he knows you plan to fuck me? Or are you doing it behind his back?”

Yoongi’s smile turns wide and playful. “He knows.”

“Hmm,” you respond, stepping close enough that he could reach out and touch you. “My safe word is Jimin.”

Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, then sits back, placing his palms against the white comforter on the bed. “Really?”

You chuckle as you nod and say, “Yup.”

“You’re going to scream Jimin’s name if you want me to slow down or stop?”

“Correct.”

Yoongi laughs, clearly amused, then he nods and says, “Alright. Works for me. Any other boundaries? Things you’re not into?”

Truthfully, at this moment, there is nothing you can think of. So you shrug and say, “Nothing as of now…but I’ll tell you if that changes.”

“You’ll moan my hookup’s name if you change your mind,” Yoongi mutters with a smirk.

“Yup.”

Yoongi rolls his shoulders and then sits up straight before slowly beginning to stand. You take a step back, feeling nervousness sink in over the fact that this is really happening, especially with the way Yoongi stands tall with his shoulders square and his expression flat.

“Repeat your safe word for me,” Yoongi commands.

“Jimin,” you respond, much softer than intended.

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth rises for a split second, then he squints as if he is disgusted by what he sees. Instinctively, you take another step back.

Yoongi is quick as a serpent, hand snapping up to grip onto your jaw and make you gasp – startling you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in a sharp snarl.

Although you move your lips, all you are able to mutter is vowels, unsure what to say.

“You’re mine, baby girl. You don’t so much as move unless I command it.”

Although you are aware that your safe word negates his statement, your heart thrums heavily behind your ribs at the idea of being at Yoongi’s mercy. You told him you wanted it rough – wanted it to hurt – and now that you stand before him, trepidation sinks deep.

Yoongi continues to grip firmly to your chin while his free hand rips the towel from around your hips and chucks it to the side, making you gasp and flinch. The bikini you wear is small and still a bit damp, and you shiver as the air hits your bare thighs and tummy. Your breaths are heavy, causing a quick rise and fall of your chest, and you already feel a bit dazed from being handled his way.

“Look at you,” Yoongi growls with a sharp, hungry gaze, lips upturned. “You can talk all the shit you want about how much you hate me, but I can see the way you want me, baby girl."

His grasp on your jaw is firm, and when he begins to pull his arm back, toward the bed, you step with him, moving slowly as his body rotates. Yoongi smirks razor-sharp, eyes burning with excitement, and you hate how absolutely right he is. You want him real bad.

"Wanna choke on my cock while sitting on the bed, or down on your knees?" Yoongi asks, leaning nice and close, wafting warm, sugar-sweet breath into your face.

"On the bed," you mutter, voice hoarse and weak.

Yoongi grips your jaw ever so slightly, then pushes you down into the bed, causing you to gasp and scramble as you keep from sliding off the edge, hands gripping onto the white comforter.

"Not eager to get back onto the floor with me?" he chides, but all you can do is stare upward as he looms over you, fingers working the velcro fly of his black swim shorts.

Yoongi wastes no time pushing his shorts to the floor, revealing a half-hard and inviting cock. Last time, you hardly got a good look at him, but this time, it is all you see as Yoongi grips onto the back of your hair and yanks you forward, practically shoving himself against your lips.

"Don't be shy, baby girl," Yoongi groans, using his other hand to gently squeeze your throat. You look up at Yoongi without tilting your head, greeted by a dark stare that gives you chills as he adds, "Let's see what that pretty, bratty fucking mouth of yours can do."

With a deep, fortifying breath, you sit high on the bed, hands still gripping the comforter, and you run your tongue over the shaft, just below his cockhead. His skin is smooth with a faint soapy smell, and you let your eyes flutter as your lips close over the head, wetting the skin.

"We don't have all fucking day," Yoongi practically growls as he presses your head close to his pelvis.

With a snarl, you glance up through your lashes, saying, "We quite literally do have all day," lips still pressed against him. In a show of brattiness, you add, "So do you want it, or are you going to keep being an asshole?"

Yoongi releases the hand on your hair and slaps you against the cheek. It is not hard enough to sting, but it is enough to make you gasp, eyes wide as you let the slight tingle settle over your skin. Although you would ordinarily be ready to fight a man for slapping you, in this setting, it excites you – makes you want to act like even more of a pain in his ass.

"Too far?" Yoongi asks, expression still hard but with a hint of softness hiding around the edges.

If this were anyone else, you would bat your lashes and tell him you liked it – that it felt exciting enough to set a spark in you that is threatening to light a proper fire. But this is Yoongi, so you scoff and say, "I didn't call my safe word, did I?"

Yoongi chuckles in response with the edge of his mouth tugging into a sharp sneer. Then he slaps you again, this time hard enough to sting, and he grips your throat and tugs you against him, forcing your forehead to crash against his tummy while the head of his cock presses into your lips and teeth.

"Suck my fucking dick or I'm leaving," he commands.

With a roll of your eyes, you grumble, "So moody."

You can hear the beginning of a response, but you open wide and swallow Yoongi as far as you can take him, letting the tip lightly touch your throat. Yoongi groans, tightening his grip on your neck before relaxing it while the other firmly grabs the back of your head.

Without warning, Yoongi bucks his hips, thrusting deep. You gag, but not badly enough to have to pull off, swallowing the feeling while he pulls back and thrusts forward again. And again, pulling out, slamming deep, and pulling out, clearly not setting a rhythm so much as testing your limits.

You lift your hands and settle them on his hips, surprised by how soft his skin feels beneath your fingertips, and when he pulls back again, you take in a deep enough breath through your nose. Although Yoongi is forceful, his grip on you is loose – a small mercy considering you are already drooling and beginning to cry.

"Damn, baby girl, your throat feels amazing," Yoongi rasps, voice coming out surprisingly desperate.

As he sets a pace, you settle into the pattern of breathing in time with his thrusts, and Yoongi continues to hold onto your head and neck while he fucks your face. Although you have given a sloppy blow job or two in the past, this is the first time you have allowed someone to be in control.

Tears catch in your eyelashes and fall, and you glance up, watching as Yoongi grits his teeth and knits his brow, clearly holding himself back from losing some semblance of control – whether it is the urge to fuck harder or to cum already, you can only presume.

When his eyes meet yours, he moans, allowing his eyelids to flutter, causing your strong foundation of hating his fucking guts to crumble just a little. Yoongi looks sexy while falling apart, sweat glistening on his shoulders and chest, which rise and fall with each breath he takes.

"You have no idea how fucking good this feels," Yoongi mutters, hissing as his cock presses in nice and deep, causing thick drool to build.

The sounds that come from you are wet and pornographic, forced from your throat. You attempt to hum in response to his praise, but the sound is garbled and lost. Not that he needs to hear your sweet utterances, anyway; what would that do for his ego?

When Yoongi pulls all the way out, it surprises you. You lurch slightly, your mouth following the movement while your lungs attempt to adjust to a full intake of air. Yoongi moves his hand from the back of your head and slaps you across the cheek, making you whimper.

Drool coats your lips and chin, tears streak down your cheeks, and the way Yoongi looks down at you is practically reverent. You wonder what he could possibly be thinking – Min Yoongi does not look at you like that.

Thankfully, in a blink, the expression is gone, replaced by something much sharper. Yoongi reaches down and yanks at your swim top, forcing your breasts to spill in a jerking motion. Too stunned to respond, you sit while Yoongi roughly palms at your chest, calloused hands against soft, sensitive skin.

Yoongi squeezes and slaps your breasts, giving your nipples a pinch with one alternating hand while he continues holding you firmly by the throat. You do your best not to react too loudly, huffing and sighing without moaning; you want Yoongi to really work to get a reaction out of you. With how cocky he is, you expect he will have no trouble doing so.

Without warning, Yoongi shoves you onto your back, fully releasing you, and sending you crashing against the comforter. You scramble, legs spreading as you lift one in an attempt to get into any position that might be useful, but Yoongi bends and grabs your ass, yanking it off the edge of the bed and pressing in a way that lifts your hips slightly, causing your legs to flail and spread. He yanks your swimsuit bottom to the side, bends just enough to spit on you, and then he rubs the tip of his dick against the spit, over your clit and labia before he spears you nice and deep.

The stretch makes you cry out and squeeze your eyes tight, gripping the comforter and attempting to find a position to hold your legs. Yoongi presses and slightly twists you so that one leg is bent and somewhat hanging downward and the other is lifted high in the air, and he sets a brutal pace, fucking you hard and deep before you can wrap your head around anything.

"Holy fuck!" you scream, pleasure-pain so intense, you struggle to breathe.

"So tight," Yoongi moans, pressing his weight into you even more, making your leg muscles burn and ache.

All you can do is lay and take what Yoongi gives you, doing your best to relax your muscles while he fucks you harder and better than anyone has before. You said you wanted it rough, and you are not disappointed. With each deep thrust, you chase your high quickly.

Yoongi reaches with one hand and roughly rubs over your clit, giving your pussy gentle slaps that send you hurtling over the edge. Your moans turn into sobs, back bowing from the bed as you build and build and then crash.

"That's it, baby girl," Yoongi grits, fingers working your clit in more practiced movements. "Show me how fast I can make you cum."

"Sh-sh-shut up," you grumble, head digging back into the comforter. Orgasm washes over you, threatening to drown you in its undertow, and you sob and moan, hands tensing and releasing as your legs tremble at their awkward angles.

Yoongi pulls all the way out before you finish, shoving your legs down and forcing you to roll over. You move in a haphazard tangle of limbs, your body both shimmering from its high and feeling unfulfilled.

As you get onto your stomach, you drag-crawl up the bed just enough to prevent your knees from hanging uncomfortably, glad when the bed dips and Yoongi follows you. Both hands grip your ass cheeks, pulling the material of your bathing suit and causing the fabric to dig into your skin.

Yoongi slides back in and presses his hands firmly on your ass and lower back, pinning you down while his thrusts make the mattress bounce. You feel dizzy as Yoongi fucks you deep, and when he moves his hands to anchor beside your hips, you bounce even harder.

One hand presses down on the side of your head and pushes your face into the mattress, and although it does not hurt, the pressure is enough to make you feel almost floaty and perfectly used. You are so close to cuming again, and when Yoongi leans low, warm breath ghosting over your face, you close your eyes.

"This rough enough for you?" he asks, voice raspy and enticing.

You practically scream yes and divulge just how good he makes you feel – how you will likely never be fucked this good by anyone else. But you choose to hold onto the praise for another day.

"It's pretty good," you manage to mutter between unrelenting slaps of skin against skin.

Yoongi scoffs. "Pretty good," he grits, mostly to himself.

Then he spits on the side of your mouth, causing you to scowl. Yoongi removes the hand from your head and rubs his fingers over the saliva, smearing it over your lips and cheek while his hips continue their attack.

"You look so good, all messy," he says with a playful tone. "Nothing but a submissive little fuck doll for me to use as I please."

Yoongi sits up, grips you by the hips, and speeds his pace, causing every muscle in your body to fight between wanting to tense and relax. You chase your next high and breakneck speeds, babbling nonsense as Yoongi uses you just as promised.

You nearly cum just as Yoongi pulls out and releases his hold. With an impatient, frustrated groan, you bury your face into the blanket while Yoongi's weight shifts and reaches under you to grab your hips. Hot breath follows a warm wet tongue against your pussy, and you moan loud and eager, doing your best to pop your ass out and give him as much access to you as possible as a new rush of pleasure takes hold.

Yoongi buries his face into you and puts his whole jaw into devouring your cunt, lips and tongue working you over in broad, sloppy movements. Remnants of the high you were chasing before build quickly. And when his tongue moves to your asshole and he plunges two fingers into your pussy, thumb rubbing over your clit, the dam breaks.

Gripping the comforter, you squeal and moan, feeling wave after intense wave flow through you. Yoongi hums and groans as he tongue fucks your ass, fingers and thumb rubbing over your sweet spots. As soon as your high dissipates, you feel another racing to take its place.

This time, when he pulls away before you can cum, you feel relief. You do your best to relax and catch your breath, feeling your entire body tremble and sink into the mattress.

"Already going limp on me," Yoongi teases, pressing into your hips to make you roll around to your back again.

“Making me dizzy,” you complain as you flop over, legs spreading uselessly, plopping down to the mattress.

Your bathing suit top is even more askew, breasts hanging past the thin cups that have shifted, but you do not care. This is exactly how you wanted to be fucked – rushed, rough, and without any preamble or romance.

“You like it when I play with your ass,” Yoongi teases, lips pulled into an obnoxious smirk.

“Shut up,” you complain, rolling your heavy, tired eyes.

Yoongi spreads your thighs with both palms and spits with enough force onto your clit that it makes you flinch. One hand stays pressed into your thigh while the other pumps and lines up his cock.

How it still feels so incredible when he spears you open is a mystery; your body should be used to it by now, but instead, the stretch feels overwhelming, making you moan and arc off the comforter.

“Should let Jimin and I double penetrate you,” Yoongi grits between his teeth as he pulls back and slams forward.

“Oh my god!” you scream as Yoongi grips your hips and drives his cock into you so hard, your body trembles and jiggles with each perfect punch of his hips.

Although the prospect of actually meeting Jimin does interest you, and it does feel good when Yoongi plays with your ass, double penetration – specifically anal sex – is not something you are ready for. But you are unable to voice your trepidation at the moment, mouth only capable of sputtering nonsense between sobs and moans, which you are no longer capable of holding back.

Yoongi leans, deepening his thrusts, and he slots two fingers into your mouth, pressing on your tongue and forcing you to drool. His fingers taste like you, heady and ever so slightly tangy, and he grips onto your jaw nice and tight while each drag of his cock threatens to send you into a new dimension of existence.

Your eyes flutter, and you wonder if it is possible for your soul to slip from your body. You feel tingly and elevated into clouds – like nothing in the world exists but the two of you tangled in this sardonic dance.

"Fuck, I won't last much longer," Yoongi groans, and you practically thank the heavens.

At this rate, if Yoongi does not cum soon, you might risk actually wanting to see him more often. You might find yourself thinking about him while he is away, and, god forbid, wanting to invite him over to do this again.

"Can I cum inside you?" Yoongi asks, voice breaking around the edges.

You attempt to mutter, "Absolutely not," around his fingers, but the sounds come out jumbled and drool runs down your cheek.

Luckily, Yoongi seems to understand, and he slides his fingers from your mouth, then pulls all the way out and begins to stroke himself off with his drool-covered hand. Although you find it hard to keep your eyes open, you cannot help but stare.

Yoongi kneels over you, head tipped back with his throat bobbing as he chases the last of his high. He moans loud and unabashed, sounding and looking far better than you care to admit, with his mint-colored hair hanging over his forehead in sweaty little stalactites. He trembles as his cum sprays from his glistening cock, covering your thigh and hip, and as he squeezes his tip to get the last remaining drops out, he falls slightly forward, bracing himself with his free hand.

"God damn," Yoongi groans, head drooping low. "I knew you would feel good but that was insane."

The urge to tell Yoongi to shut up is strong, but you find you cannot get the words out. All you can do is stare as he catches his breath. You wonder how you have never noticed how broad his shoulders are before, eyes tracing the lines of muscle and bone. Briefly, you even wonder if you could have a crush on someone like him, before you heavy-blink and shake your head, forcing the thought away.

You hum in response to Yoongi's words, delayed because you are stuck in your head. Of course, you would be thinking thoughts about a man who makes you feel this good – but that is all they are, thoughts. Yoongi is an idiot, at the end of the day, who is best friends with your brother, and something like this cannot become a regular occurrence. Surely, once you have come down from your various highs, you will be right back to hating him.

"Alright," Yoongi groans, finally meeting your eye while he slides off the edge of the bed, into a standing position. "This was fun. Thanks for the pussy."

"Whatever," you grumble, finally attempting to move your bathing suit back into place before realizing you still have Yoongi's cum drying on your fucking hip.

"Next time, I want to bring Jimin. You'll love him, trust me."

With a sigh, you glance around the room, then remember there is a box of tissues sitting on the bathroom counter. "There is definitely not going to be a next time," you respond as you begin to attempt to roll into a position that does not make the cum trickle onto the bed.

"You always say that," Yoongi teases, pulling his shorts up, "but I know you'll be thinking about me after this. I saw the way you drifted, baby girl. You were having an out of body experience while I fucked you nice and hard."

"Alright, fuck off," you complain, sitting up and untying the still-damp bathing suit from your chest. Post-nut regret settles deep the more he eggs you on, and it is beginning to annoy the shit out of you. Why must he speak? All of this would be much more pleasant if he would just fuck you and go.

Yoongi turns and walks away without another word. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in, making an attempt at centering yourself. This was just another slip-up, and hardly a big deal; it is not as if you will be asking for a round three. He is simply too annoying and low-key inconsiderate.

You sit and wait for the door to open and close, planning a nice warm shower. The only plan the group has is to meet for dinner, and that isn't for another few hours. You are shocked when you feel something hit you on the arm, and your eyes fly open to find the cardboard cube of tissues resting by your hand, and Yoongi standing nearby with a smile.

"See ya later," he calls, waving his fingertips playfully while a sweet, almost pretty smile graces his lips.

"Yup," you respond, tearing your gaze away and looking down at the tissues. Only when you finally do hear Yoongi leave, do you begin to wipe yourself clean.

"Get your shit together," you mumble under your breath, disgusted by how much you actually did enjoy Yoongi's company, bothered by how your giant suite feels lonely the moment he is gone.

You need to get a grip before dinnertime. And you need to resist the urge to get to know Jimin. This can not and will not become a regular thing. There is absolutely no way it can. Nothing good can come from catching feelings for the devil with the mint hair.

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Stay Alive (8)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

NOT BETA READ (I did try the best to my ability)

With you finding a set rhythm within the following week, you had gotten used to all the boys who were usually seen together in a group. Most often it was the two youngest who craved your attention while one of the older boys was there to mediate their personalities so as to not overwhelm you. However you found them entertaining, cooing at them often from how they acted with each other.

You had been sitting in the common room with them playing a game of poker–without gambling–with the two rowdy boys and two of the eldest. Hobi sat looking over his cards while Jin kept scolding the boys for being too loud or poking at each other.

Within their dynamic you were quick to see that Jin took on a paternal role while Hobi was more a calming presence that taught them things. He was patient with them. Sometimes—other times he would look at them with the most fear inducing glare that made you tremble even if it wasn’t aimed at you.

“I win!” Taehyung grinned as he slammed down his cards.

“You always win!” Jungkook groaned, looking over the boy's cards.

“Because I'm just that lucky.” Taehyung teased the younger boy.

Jungkook began to glare as he realized something about Taehyung’s cards. “You're cheating!”

Taehyung gasped loudly, looking offended. “No I'm not!” He crossed his arms with a pout.

“Yes you are!” Jungkook glared. “I can see you changing the cards! Hobi Hyung! Tell him to stop!” The boy looked at his Hyung, pointing at Taehyung who dropped his shoulders when Hobi glanced at him.

“Calm down, Kook. It's fine.” You gave a light smile, trying to get the boy to stop pouting.

With him sitting to your left, the boy sat close to you. “He's still cheating.” He jutted his lip out, slumping over in his seat as you looked at him.

“Tae, you know the rules.” Hobi spoke up, giving the boy a look.

“Sorry.” Taehyung also sat back in his chair, scooting closer to you just a bit. You smiled slightly at the way he wanted attention after being scolded. He was an adult but his charm was boyish. It was his personality you found to be adorable for someone like him.

You noticed both him and Jungkook tended to act the same. However Jungkook found a way to keep his wants to himself while Taehyung wasn’t shy about them. One was outgoing while the other was reserved. They were the exact same and yet so different.

“Have any of you seen Jimin?” All four of you turned around to find Namjoon walking over to the table.

“Have you checked the pool?” Jin immediately spoke up, looking at the tall man with a worried expression.

“I have but he wasn't there.” Namjoon sighed. “Which is very odd.”

“He is normally always there?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

“He's claimed it as his own room honestly.” Jin shook his head. “He's only ever out of it when they close it.”

“Does he enjoy water?” You smiled lightly.

“Understatement of the year.” Namjoon huffed, shaking his head.

“We'll help you find him.” You told the man, coming to a stand. The others were quick to follow your steps, moving to help find their friend.

The boys began to bicker about who would be that one to go with you, however you told them it was best to just go on your own. You would cover much more ground. Namjoon had to pull them away when they tried to continue sticking with you.

You walked away from them with a smile on your face, a laugh bubbling up from your throat. It had been so long since you had met someone like them. It was refreshing to know that they didn’t allow their sicknesses to change their personalities.

You might not have met many of the other patients in the facility but you knew that the boys were very close and found solace in each other. You could only wish to have a friendship like theirs.

You had passed by the make-shift park underground, stopping to look inside and calling out for the man Nmajoon was looking for. However, with only one person in the whole greenroom, they had explained to you that Jimin wasn’t there. They too expressed that you should check in the pool area. With a frown, you decide to double back over Namjoon’s search and go to the pool yourself.

You had entered through the locker rooms hallway, looking around hoping to find him outside. However when no one was seen and no one answered when you called, you began to look deeper into the men and women's locker rooms. There wasn’t anyone in either which made you frown.

As you stepped back out into the hallway, you heard movement coming from a staircase down at the end. The case was positioned in the middle of an intersection that had the entrances to the pool. You heard humming coming from up the stairs so you slowly started to climb up them.

“I’m standing at the edge. Not yet, Not yet.” Your feet almost tripped on a step as you seemed to freeze at the sound of the person’s voice.

“I won’t look back. Now yeah, now yeah.” You had reached the very top of the steps looking into a door that led into a big room.

Your breath hitched as you saw the person’s black moon tattoos that covered his back. His head was thrown back as he continued to sing to himself calmly. “Fly away, butterfly. Finally free.”

Your body seemed to shut down as your eyes grew cloudy, keeping your vision directly on the man that had been in his own world. You began to shuffle closer without noticing, trying to reach him. He seemed to walk closer to the edge of something, turning around to face you. However he kept his eyes closed, mouth in a grin as he kept singing.

“Look at me now. I won't stop, even if they mock me. Going insane to stay sane. Raise your hands for the past me.” And then he fell backwards.

That seemed to bring you out of your stupor, your eyes growing wide as you screamed and rush towards the end. “No wait!” You gasped as you fell down to the floor, leaning over the edge to find the olympic size pool at the bottom.

You took in a large breath, scolding yourself for not realizing it was just a diving ledge. You were too busy listening to man’s beautiful voice to even notice where you were. Your lips pulled up as you felt stupid.

“Everything alright!?” You turned down to look at the man wading around in the pool, his eyes looking up.

“Yeah.” You called back down. “It's fine.” You glanced around for a moment before getting up to make your way down. Walking down into the hallway you had entered, your eyes fell onto the racks of towels by the entrance to the main pools so you moved to grab one.

“Are you alright?” You asked, once you made your way to the edge of the pool. You feet shuffled closer, watching as the man swam his way over, laying his arms on the ledge and staring up at you.

“Yeah.” He gave you a dazzling smile. “It was just a diving ledge.” There was a teasing tone in his voice which made you smile bashfully.

“I realized that a bit too late.” You softly spoke. You shivered as he seemed to lay his head on his arms, keeping his eyes on you. “You're going to catch a cold.” You bent down to look him in the eye. “Here.” You placed the towel on your lap, showing it as an invitation to get out of the pool.

“I'm fine.” He hummed. “I'm used to it.” He still pulled himself out of the pool, running his hand through his wet hair. You kept your eyes up on his face, not wanting to be met with his torso. You had gotten a peak when he pulled himself up and you did not want to look down to his waist. Much too distracting.

“You should still dry your hair.” You frowned, reaching up to pat his hair.

“I'm fine. It's better for me anyways.” He still allowed you to dry his hair, dropping his shoulders at the feeling. When you pulled back, he brushed the towel out of his face to get a better look at you. “What's your name?”

“(Y/N).” His eyebrows raised, lips twitching at the soft look on your face.

“Ah, I see.” He said. “I finally get to meet you. Shameful I'm the last one. I'm Jimin.” He bowed to you.

You moved your head down, quickly looking up when you realized who he was. “Namjoon is looking for you.” You told him.

“I know.” He shrugged, turning around and heading to a bag that was on a bench.

When you noticed he just took a seat and didn’t bother asking for more details you decided to continue. “You should get going so he's not worried.”

“I'll get to him. No rush.” He took a sip of a water bottle. “It's nothing important.”

“How do you know?” You frowned.

“What can he possibly have to tell me? Nothing has changed here in years.” He paused for a moment, eyes glancing your way. “ At least not until now.” He quietly spoke to himself.

You hummed, asking him to repeat what he had said. “Nothing.” He smiled softly.

“Well, I told him I'd come find you so now you have to go so I don't get on his bad side.” You walked closer, moving to shoo the boy out the bench and into the locker room to change.

“Hardly.” Jimin snorted, becoming dead weight as you tried to push him. He giggled, but got up after letting you struggle for a bit. “Fine. I'll be nice.”

“Thank you.” You beamed at him, which made him cough to cover up the blush forming. “Of course.”

You waited for him outside of the locker room, rocking on the balls of your feet. As he took a bit longer, Namjoon had walked back into the pool area, explaining to you he hadn’t found the boy. Just as you were going to tell him where Jimin was, the man himself walked out of the boy's locker room.

“Jimin, there you are.” Namjoon frowned. “Where were you?”

“I was in the pool.” Jimin shrugged nonchalantly.

“I checked.” Namjoon stressed. “You weren't there.”

“Maybe I didn't want to be found.” The boy sighed, looking off to the side with a bored expression.

You were about to say something however your pager had buzzed indicating someone needed you. You frowned when you noticed how another nurse was asking for your assistance with a smaller patient. “I have to go real quick but I'll be back.” You spoke up.

“Just in case I don't see you again, please have a good day Jimin!” You gave him a bow, large smile on your face. The boy’s breath got caught in his throat as he watched you skip away, your words bouncing around in his head.

He hadn’t ever met someone who could make him feel like he wasn’t confident in himself. He’ll always have that to his own personality, however for some reason when you spoke to him it seemed as though he would forget about himself completely. He wasn’t able to sense you like most of his friends could, however with how you doted on him when he got out of the pool it turned him to mush. The way you carefully dried his hair for worry of him getting sick.

Most of his nurses tended to just get his things out of the way for fear of having him talk to them, but you didn’t seem to care. He was sure you had no clue what you were doing. It made him smile to think about how innocent you truly were. He wanted to keep you safe. Just as he was sure all the others do too.

“After meeting you, I think I will.”

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unhingedoveractivemuse · 1 month ago

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Title: Favors, Dares, and Bets

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Tags: Secret Relationship, Established Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Notes: For Flufftober #10 Bet, Game, Contest

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Buck is not pouting.

He’s not.

“Do I have to?” he whines.

“You lost the bet last week,” Hen reminds him, giving him a look. “You owe me a favor.”

Buck groans, getting up reluctantly from his favorite spot on the couch and trudging over to the fridge to get Hen’s food. He’s so tired though. They’ve had calls all morning, including three that required the heavy search and rescue side of the job. All he wanted was to melt into the couch until the next inevitable call.

But noooooooo.

Hen just had to use the favor he owes her from the bet last week.

They didn’t use to bet with favors (they had a bet with dares at one point too, and Buck is dreading the fallout of that one), but, after Bobby pointed out how much betting was like a gambling addiction and ‘suggested’ they pick a better alternative that no one technically loses, they decided on betting reasonable favors.

He doesn’t mind the change. He only misses betting with money because winning meant a little extra to spend on Chris, but in hindsight, he didn't - and still doesn't - win enough to make money.

And it’s been working so far. Betting with favors has deterred some people from getting in on the betting pool because they're too worried about what favors they’d be giving, so the whole gambling addiction shouldn’t be much of an issue anymore.

It’s not like the favors have been bad, though. Hen and Chimney (so far) have only asked for Buck to babysit so they could have a date night with their significant others, and Buck, who loves children, had no problem doing it.

But pulling a favor from him to get food and coffee when he's already exhausted? And when his partner is in the showers and unavailable to help?

Brutal.

He’s completely dead on his feet when he manages to get Hen’s coffee just the way she likes it and her food heated up.

Just as Eddie joins them in the loft.

Perfect.

Buck brings Hen her things and immediately drops next to his partner, squishing his face into a familiar neck.

There. Much better.

“Oh, I know now!”

He doesn’t want to know what Chimney’s talking about, especially when Eddie runs a hand through Buck’s hair, lulling him into a light doze.

“Buck, I’m calling in that dare.”

”Now, Chimney? Really?” Eddie asks, and Buck feels warmth flood through him at his partner coming to his defense.

“Why not?”

”He’s tired.”

”Then he won’t think so much about it.”

”What do you want, Chim?” Buck mumbles, wanting to shut the paramedic up.

“Kiss Eddie.”

Buck freezes, slowly raising his head to look at Chimney then turning to his partner.

His boyfriend.

Not that anyone else knows…

They’ve been keeping it to themselves until they’ve got their footing with this relationship, not wanting their friends and family's commentary when it was still all so new.

Not that it feels new.

The sex, kissing, and hand-holding are new, of course, but everything else? They've been doing it all this time. Light touches, going out, soft words, etc. He's pretty sure the only reason why no one has realized yet is because they've done those gestures for years.

But it's still been amazing to explore a romantic relationship with Eddie and they've been very reluctant to pop the bubble despite the three months they've been in it.

And now…

Eddie shrugs, a silent ‘If you want’.

This would totally out them, he knows. He can't stop himself when he kisses Eddie. If he thought he knew what addiction was before, this relationship throws that out the window because his addiction to his boyfriend is on a completely different level.

But their family does need to know eventually. And this would mean he might be able to kiss Eddie at the station without worrying about outing them.

Using up the dare he owes Chim? Only the cherry on top.

So that is that then, he decides, closing the little space between them, slotting their lips together with practiced ease, immediately melting into the gesture.

And, yeah, he can't stop himself, pressing insistently until Eddie lets him in, moaning when their tongues brush against each other.

The kiss is like a shot of adrenaline to his system, and he's vibrating in joy at the reminder that he's allowed to do this like he does every time they kiss. This is them. This is it. This is his future.

An obnoxious, loud cough breaks them out of their make-out session, and they spring away from each other, flush on their faces when they remember where they are.

Okay, maybe they won't kiss at the station…

“I, uh, did not expect that,” Hen admits, gobsmacked, as Chimney just stares at them, mouth wide open.

“Sorry. We uh…” Buck tries, looking at Eddie.

“We’re together,” his partner tells them, cutting right to the chase. “Have been for three months.”

A beat.

Then another.

“Pay up,” Hen demands, holding her hand up to Chim.

“We're not betting money anymore!” Chimney protests.

“We made this bet way too long ago for that to work.”

Chimney groans. “Man, I should have gotten you to change it.”

Buck lets them go at it, dropping his head on Eddie's shoulder.

“I love you,” he murmurs, not so tired anymore with the excitement he just went through but wanting to relax against Eddie.

“I love you too, mi corazon,” his boyfriend returns, turning his head just enough to kiss Buck's cheek.

He hums, relishing the feeling of his partner next to him and the banter going on between Hen and Chimney.

This is nice.

“Wait, that dare shouldn’t count then!” Chim says suddenly.

Or not.

#9 1 1 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fanfic #flufftober #flufftober2024 #911 fanfiction

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faksyan · 3 months ago

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Huey Emmerich, mgs v cast & hypocrisy, a character analysis

Prefacing this with the fact that this is the morally gray franchise with the morally gray characters and I love how it portrays Huey Emmerich precisely for him being Like That. I think he is one of the most nuanced and well-written mgs characters and I'm pretty sure like half of it wasn't on purpose. He is the guy everyone hates for killing his wife (understandabe reason), trying to make one of his kid pilot a giant robot and almost drowning another in a pool (also understandable reason), and, most of all, for being a traitor. And with such a list, feels a bit weird that the accent often falls on that last part, doesn't it. Which is exactly how the narrative wants you to feel about his betrayal, on a surface level.

Every character essential to the Phantom Pain plot gets their "please feel bad for them, sympathize with them" moment, no matter how horrible a person they are. We get multiple monologs from Kaz, we get the 'I was the same way once' interrogation room and the ending of the Truth with Ocelot, we get Paz tapes and 'you're all diamonds' with Venom, we get Code Talker, Quiet, Eli (if they actually finished mission 51), even Skull Face, somewhat (don't even make me start on that guy. how is he less hated than Huey). The point is, the game is trying to make you feel bad for people who murder, torture, and whatever else, and parts of it are working, because it's fiction, and humans and morality are complicated and layered things! But what does Huey get? Torture sessions and tantrums that are framed as pathetic and ridiculous, even when what he is saying makes sense. Because yeah, there's some of that there. It's just that everyone else in the room deliberately doesn't acknowledge it.

When Venom just finds him, the first thing Huey says is that what happened to MSF was Snake's fault. The same during his exile - that there wouldn't have been an inspection, if there weren't a nuke to begin with. and it's like. he's not wrong. Having their own nukes as an independent military organization was a risk Snake and Kaz didn't just take blindly, they knew what could have happened. It was a gamble, and it didn't work out. If it did, it would've been their achievement. It didn't, so it's all Huey's fault, even though literally anyone could've been in his place. XOF weren't even the first to attempt to attack them, Zero was, Paz just didn't succeed. And if Skull Face hadn't either, someone else would have, the attention of the entire world was on them. It wasn't about betrayal, it was Snake and Kaz being drunk on success and biting off more than they could chew. Yes, Huey is a bastard and a traitor, but are we really going to blame all of this on him?

The answer is yes. And the reason is that they need someone to blame that's not them. The whole big theme of Phantom Pain is that Ocelot, Venom and Kaz have to do their best to keep up appearances, for the sake of Big Boss and his reputation. He is a legend, he is above everyone else, and he can do no wrong. Except after the fall of MSF everyone thinks that he can, Ocelot says as much in the briefing tapes. And they can't have that. So they blame it all on Huey. (<- all of this is a dictatorship allegory and critique of governments and military systems btw. 1984 or whatever I haven't read it. yay symbolism.) And blaming Huey is easy.

Huey is not a fighter. His father was a scientist who worked on the Manhattan Project. He was born on the same day as the Hiroshima bombing, his disability was (presumably) caused by his father's exposure to radiation. It's not that there was no choice involved in what he was going to do in life, but it was kind of inevitable that he would get involved with building nuclear weapons. And even when he says he is thinking about quitting upon being found by Snake in Peace Walker, it's Snake who convinces him not to, offering him to join MSF instead. In the PW tapes he also expresses that if it weren't for his disability, he would've been anywhere else, doing something different and living a "normal life".

He talks about the concept of nuclear terrorism there too, about nukes falling into hands of people without state who would be able to use them however they want, and I wonder if that was part of the reason for his betrayal. He didn't make the decision to bring nukes to base, he doesn't actually know these people. If maybe he thought it prevented a hypothetical nuclear catastrophe. Huey does say that he trusts Snake not to use them, that he values how honest Snake is, and is honest with him in return, even telling him things he's never told anyone before, like about his plagiarism of Granin's work. So what changed between then and the inspection, what was his motivation for betraying MSF, why was he approached about it of all people? Did he lie in the tapes, did he change his mind, did Skull Face offer him something that seemed more compelling, just threaten him? We never get to find out anything about it aside from every other character screaming that he's just a coward. No villain monolog, nothing.

Maybe it was about feeling important, like he is in charge, something that the hostility he has faced throughout his life didn't allow him. Huey is a sheep among wolves (wolf in sheep's clothing more like, but still). He does not fit in with the buff cool masculine soldiers, and even while working with Strangelove at NASA, he was regarded as obnoxious and spineless. It's not surprising he agreed to work for Coldman, since he, apparently, was the first person to actually recognize his skills. And even that later turns out to be a lie told to use him. Huey rarely if at all has been treated seriously, he is an outcast, even among people who share his ideas.

All he has is his brain and his knowledge, but it's never framed as much of an achievement (despite people exploiting it left and right), nor is him essentially being the nerd in a military setting ever really viewed as something dorky or endearing by the narrative like with Otacon, because the characters around him don't see him as such (as a result, so don't the players). On top of that, every other person uses his mobility aids to further degrade/harm/threaten him, even though he is already harmless when it comes to physical confrontation. In short, people he is surrounded with just enjoy the powerplay.

Right up until the point he actually does something that hurts them. And this is where my favorite part kicks in.

All three Diamond Dogs' higher-ups blame Huey for slightly different reasons, some maybe even believing that they are in the right and entitled to it (looking at you Kazuhira), but I am more than sure they know what it is that they're doing. And it's not like Kaz lacks self-awareness either, I don't think. Maybe it's denial that some of his actions led to the death of his friends, maybe blind belief in his own martyrdom and self-righteousness (sounds an awful lot like another character we know, huh), it still doesn't change much. How they all frame the story is the same. Huey's powerless and pathetic, but has ruined everything at the same time. And it doesn't really make sense, but everyone on the base agrees. It's the moment where individuals turn into a crowd that demands blood, but at least it's not their commanders it's directed at!

The Questioning Huey (6) tape is a good example of that. I especially like the bit where he starts talking about how DD is not actually a dog, because on a smaller scale, it shows how people on Mother Base just roll with things that are objectively false and turn on anyone who says otherwise. No, DD is our beloved mascot, and we are called dogs, he is just like us. And it's not like DD is just a wolf either, so neither of them are right here. But each of them thinks that they are.

That's why the amount of genuine Huey hate is a bit amusing to see, I guess. Because it's precisely the thing the game is trying to commentate on. None of these people are good. None of them have it figured out. The point is that it's just narrative bias that makes you belive that some are, if not good, at least better than others. In reality, it's never about morals or being correct, just perspective.

Huey himself, on the other hand, falls into another extreme - in his eyes, he's done nothing wrong. Because he can do no wrong, he's powerless, like everyone's alway told him, remember? He sees himself as the victim, because in a lot of cases, he is.

You can say that he is a lying traitor and that the truth serum didn't work on him because of some failsafe Skull Face thought of, but really, would he bother? He didn't even view Huey as anything but a traitor he despised. you know, the guy who was in charge of organizing the betraying part. the guy who put bombs in people and wanted to commit mass-murder on a scale no one has seen before. So the obvious and the most simple answer here is that Huey whole-heartedly, truly believes he hasn't done anything wrong. He thinks he doesn't possess the power to, that he isn't important enough. And it's drilled so deep into him he never acknowledges it's not really true. Even when he kills Strangelove, he still doesn't accept that it is his fault and his actions matter.

That's my favorite part about him, I think. How deep in denial he is about having an impact on the people around him, while also having a sort of god complex when it comes to his machines. How everyone around despises him for it, while being the ones who caused it and doing the exact same thing, refusing to get off the high horse. Metal gear is a messy franchise about messy people, but it's good exactly because it shows what has messed these people up so much. And more often than not, it's the system they're surrounded by, or that they created themselves in an attempt to escape the previous one. It's easy to point at Huey as just a bad person and only that, but I find the context of his whole life and the ways he's coping with it really compelling. There is a lot of complexity to it, and in the end of the day, they are all hypocrites.

#mgs #metal gear solid #who up metalling their gear guys I'm here to talk about huey emmerich for an uncomfortable amount of words #this has been slowly getting written in my notes since april I've been chipping at it away for a bit.#to be honest I just found some parts of him highly relatable #the feeling of powerlessness/god complex is generally a very appealing theme to me #and while I don't really feel it like That. it kind of stuck with me. it's just sad on a lot of levels #especially knowing what happens to him later in life #did you know that huey isn't even his real name but a nickname strangelove gave him that he goes by #faksyan talks mgs #faksyan talks #huey emmerich #I guess I'm tagging this too what do I have to lose

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square-coconut · 10 months ago

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If they ever do a Yakuza Kiwami 3...

I hope they add a way in which I can explore the town with the rest of the children and not just with Haruka. Let me commit to being a dad!

Like maybe Taichi will ask you to fight him or to teach him new moves. If you go out with Izumi, she will stop next to the M store and aks you to buy Mame dog food or a toy!

Riona would definitely ask you to take her to play darts or pool, because those are mature games or something like that. And maybe we can take Mitsuo shopping so he can finally get a t-shirt he actually likes...

Koji, easy, he'll ask you to play baseball 24/7 hahaha. Shiro likes math, so maybe he likes to go to the casino to gamble! Only to be disappointed, like: "Having such bad luck… shouldn't be statistically possible uncle Kaz..."

Ayako is the responsible one, she probably takes you to the market to help Haruka with the shopping or asks you to fish the dinner (maybe she has you running around town to exercise lol)

And Eri is so shy and quiet. Kiryu should dust off his toy cars and get her into pocket circuit races, she need to socialise more.

And as group activities, maybe Kiryu could invite them all to dinner. There is a restaurant in Okinawa that has huge tables. They feel empty when Kiryu is the only one eating.

#what do u mean ayako is been crying and I can't buy her an ice cream??#0/10 experience #if only I knew how to program...#kiryu kazuma #haruka sawamura #Morning Glory Orphanage #rgg #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza #yakuza 3

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igetthedisneybox · 2 months ago

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José Madrigal

Inspired by @hannahhook7744's Encanto AU, and her own character headcanons.

Third image made using https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1558575

Fourth image made using https://www.dolldivine.com/la-colombiana

Fifth image is a model of one of the Encanto kids I edited.

José’s full name is José Roberto Madrigal.

His first name means “add”, and his middle name means “fame”.

He is the second adopted child of Camilo Madrigal and Marcos Vasquez.

He has straight black hair, brown skin, and brown eyes.

He is nine years old.

He has two biological brothers, Hugo, older by five years, and Héctor, younger by three.

He is currently uninterested in romance and sex.

His gift is extreme good luck. Everything seems to go right for him. He, of course, uses it to illegally gamble and make bets. Camilo and Marcos only make him return his winnings sometimes.

His door portrays him grinning, and he is flipping a coin with his right hand, with his left in his pocket.

The first part of his room looks like a billiard room, with a pool table, a bar—sans alcohol obviously—a piano and other instruments, and a stage. His bed and other amenities are actually in an adjacent room off to the side, and that room looks like a normal bedroom, with purple walls, and a wood floor.

His symbol is a coin, mid flip.

He and Camilo get along great, and Camilo is actually the one most likely to encourage José’s money-making schemes. As long as he uses his powers for good (or fun.)

Marcos is the one who brings José (and Camilo) back down to earth, and hits them with a hearty dose of humility. It won’t be until José gets older, but he does really appreciate Marcos for that.

His birth parents were very neglectful of him and his brothers, before they died when he was three, so he almost has no memory of them.

Hugo raised José more than their parents did, so no matter what the Encanto says about him, José is both loving and protective towards him. They have a special bond that no one else is privy to.

He and Héctor are closer in age, and José tries to be for Héctor what Hugo was for him; a stabilizing force and a role model. Not a good role model, but one nonetheless.

He hangs out with Avila, Amada, Tomás, Rómulo, Mariana, and Zoe, but his best friend is Carlos, despite the age difference.

He gets along best with Pepa, Isabela, and Carlos.

He loves close up magic, and is very good at it. He carries a deck of cards with him everywhere.

He’s very good at spotting con artists, because they are always the most surprised when he actually beats their games.

He’s a wannabe musician, and can play piano, trumpet, trombone, saxophone, and the accordion.

He’s saving up his winnings to leave the Encanto and find his fortune in the city.

He’s very mature for his age, mainly because he has to be smart about gambling and making bets, especially with adults.

His favorite colors are purple, red, pink, and black.

#encanto scrapped character #encanto oc #encanto scrapped characters #encanto original character #encanto deleted characters #encanto concept art #encanto next gen #disney next gen #josé madrigal #jose madrigal #encanto next generation

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nimuetheseawitch · 2 years ago

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Just wanted to talk more about Klinger and Mulcahy's friendship.

They're not shown as necessarily close, but we do see them interact quite regularly in social settings. The barriers between officers and enlisted are a little bit less with them because Mulcahy's position is not one in command of any sort - in fact, Mulcahy regularly fills in as a corpsman like Klinger when it's needed in OR. And Mulcahy is in on almost all the gambling we see in the show. He's in the poker games, the sports bets, the betting pools on anything and everything, and he gets down on his knees to shoot craps with Klinger in the back room.

Mulcahy and Klinger also have some shared background: large, working class immigrant family. They both find themselves in the nasty end of Winchester's combined racism and classism, and they both have moments that indicate they had a rather rough inner city upbringing of a type that many of the main characters can't relate to (besides Trapper, but I could do a while other post about Trapper and Mulcahy and Klinger).

We do actually get a few moments of specifically Klinger and Mulcahy friendship though, and they are gems. Klinger goes to church as an excuse to dress up and wear white gloves, which makes him one of Mulcahy's only regulars. And I just love Klinger helping out Mulcahy by giving him some communion wine before he has to go out to give his big temperance sermon.

Additionally, they both have some deep black market connections, although I can't recall if they ever explore that in the same episode.

In conclusion, it's not shown frequently or consistently, but I love the glimpses we have of the Mulcahy & Klinger friendship. They are my two favorite characters, and I love them together.

#mash #father mulcahy #maxwell klinger #i almost love them enough to watch aftermash but not quite

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alacetor-the-duckies-deer · 9 months ago

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So we know Angel's soul was sold under contract, that Val may have the majority of power. But it isn't cart blanche to do whatever whenever wherever. It has stipulations, specifically that we know of now, he can't tell Angel Dust what to do outside the studio.

Presumably, there's an end that Angel Dust can fulfill a get out of the deal, or else that Val can fail to meet and lose rights to Angels Soul, right?

But Husker gambled his away. It was up for the winner right? A game of luck, no strings attached, Alastor can keep it and do whatever he wants continuously, forever.

Alastor states outright in his verse of the finale song that he made a deal. He didn't lose it in a bet, which nixed my original theory that Alastor lost it to a 3rd party while gambling with Husker, as my only believable reason Husker would know about the situation, because I can't think of any reason Alastor would TELL Husker.

And by the way he speaks in his song he thinks at his full power, which he is not at because of said deal, that he could have taken on an angel like Adam who was only defeated by an Archangel.

My thing is,

Did he REALLY show up in hell will all that power?

And then,,,, sell some of it (not his soul? He is dealing in favors with Charlie, maybe you can deal in power level too???) for,,, something? For WHAT?

I could imagine he sold his soul for all that power when he first arrived.

But then, why would whoever's holding the contract,,, cut him off?

If he spawned into hell that powerful, I could imagine another entity wanting to cut him off, but why would Alastor TAKE a deal like that if he had so much power?

Honestly, I'm back to the gambled it away bit, except he plainly states it was a DEAL he made.

But then again, actually, I just remembered. Husker implies he lost his souls, Gambling to Alstor in an early episode, but in Loser Baby, he says he sold it to Alastor "to save his power."

What if when they were both overlords at one point, you think they were friends? He's friends with Rosie for sure. You think Husker knew he, Husker, was about to lose whatever betting pool they had going with some 3rd party and folded early to Alastor, thinking he'd be safer? Thinking if he teamed up with Alastor, they might both win?

Do you think Aastor back stabbed him? Or just straight up lost to the 3rd party and took it out on Husker???

There is just too much unreliable narration right now it's so frustrating!

#hazbin hotel theory #alastor theory #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #husker #husker hazbin hotel #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel

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Hades x (fem) reader

A/N: 😭😭😭 it’s done! This event has been here wayyy too long (but that’s only because I wanted to see if we were going to get more hades 😭 I probably could’ve ended this a month ago.) anyways! Enjoy the last of this event! ♥️🐰

Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞 , vaginal sex, handcuffs, outfit kink, sex in the throne room, pet names,

🎰 Casino Event 🎰

Zeus didn’t know how he was going to handle this.

“I lost all my money gambling.”

Well, that was one way to put it.

Zeus’ brothers, Poseidon, Adamas and Hades were all relaxing by the pool at the famous casino and resort in Valhalla that all the gods and souls loved to visit. Zeus told his brothers that he lost to a cute “bunny” and that he didn’t have a coin to his name, Adamas laughed at his brother’s misfortune while Poseidon simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and Hades found it amusing himself.

Eventually, Adamas agreed to get Zeus’ money back and show him the lucky “bunny” that took all of Zeus’, the supreme king of heaven, money. Poseidon and Hades went back to relaxing by the pool, Hades had a bad feeling that maybe he should have went with his brothers. But he decided to relax as he wanted a vacation for awhile now, only for thirty minutes to pass and have his brothers return empty handed.

“That cute fucking bunny took my money too!”

Adamas was angry while blushing as Zeus added in, “He lasted fifteen minutes. At the most.” Which made Adamas pinch both of Zeus’ cheeks making his brother cry for help, Poseidon added in “You’re both idiots.” Not even looking at his brothers as he continued to relax in the lounge chair reading a book. Adamas and Zeus chimed back, “You go then, brother!”

Hades knew if Poseidon went that he would definitely get the money back, Poseidon declined initially saying it was there fault for their own misfortune but when Hades asked Poseidon to help the sea god did so only because of Hades and he didn’t want to hear his brothers cry anymore. When night came, the three brothers were in their suite and Hades was getting a little worried Poseidon hadn’t returned yet. However, when Poseidon arrived in the room he was not the most cheerful as he muttered, “We have a problem.” All three brothers were stunned that Poseidon lost his money as well as he always had good fortune and was very used to gambling and winning at that. Whoever this cute “bunny” was they were definitely rich now.

Like any older brother, Hades wanted to try his hand.

The casino was lively as ever with gods and goddesses all around, and in the lounge area a young woman wearing the casino’s sexy bunny outfit was on her way to deposit her large sum money until she heard “Hey, I need to talk to you.” Looking behind her she saw a man that resembled the player she played earlier and she knew this had to be Hades. Kindly expecting it as she figured all three brothers would go back and told what happened. Smiling while holding the bags of money she won fairly she asked what she could do for the man.

“You have my brothers money and I want it back.”

Smiling still, the young woman told him she had won it fair and square and that she would give the money back if he could beat her at gambling. Hades didn’t really want to hear that as he knew he most likely wouldn’t win as he was already distracted, she really was a sexy “bunny.” Before Hades could speak a group of lesser gods arrived together and they didn’t seem too happy, Hades had a hunch as to why that could be and he was right.

“We want our money back!”

“You cheated! Give me my money back!”

“You rigged the game! I know you did!”

Angry and frustrated the group of gods wanted “repayment” for losing their money supposedly unfairly. However, the cute waitress told them all that they lost to her fair and square and that she didn’t cheat. But the lesser gods didn’t want to hear that and began shouting their frustrations until one simply decided that if she wasn’t going to give his money back then he would just take it as he motioned to hit her first.

That didn’t happen as the man winced in pain as he was just about to hit the young woman but was stopped by Hades as he grabbed the attacker’s his wrist with ease.

“That’s not very not nice…What’s your name again?”

“Hm? Oh, my name is (Name).”

“Ah, (Name). A pretty name. Anyways, (Name) has already told you she didn’t cheat. So, leave or else.”

Hades smiled when he found out the sexy “bunny” name but gave her attacker’s a glare that sent them a shiver down their spine and unknowingly Hades had broke the man’s wrist. However, regardless the lesser gods were still pissed and tried to attack only for them all to wound up on the floor as Hades attacked them all as the casino was in chaos now. Loud “boom” sounds echoed throughout casino as people dodged the attackers being tossed around by Hades.

“Emergency! A fight has occurred on floor 121! Send security!”

The system broadcasted to security and everyone in the casino as the attackers were sent flying one by one, as (Name) hid underneath the table and watched Hades defend her she knew why he was the king of Helheim. Finding Hades’ chivalry amazing and dreamy (Name) only snapped out of it once she heard “I told you brother was fighting!” “Let me in! Let me in!” Peeking around the corner Adamas and Zeus had joined in the fight, fighting both security and the lesser gods. (Name) had a feeling she was going to get fired after this, luck was on her side that day as Hades easily picked her up and carried her in his arms.

“Geez, look at the mess you made.”

“…I didn’t do this! You did! I’m going to lose my job! I know it!”

“You can come work for me.”

“…In Helheim?!”

“Yes. It’s actually really nice this time of year.”

Hades didn’t listen to her protest as he essentially kidnapped her from the chaos with his brothers following behind him, Adamas had to drag Zeus away saying he wanted one more punch in. Back at Hades castle (Name) had to defend her bags of money from Adamas and Zeus as they wanted to take it. Poseidon mentioned to Hades that he acted recklessly, Hades responded with he had everything under control. Zeus added in, that he didn’t know that security was involved and that he just started fighting. Poseidon and Hades wondered about their younger brother sometimes.

“I want to go home! I have a job.”

“No, your job is here now. If you go back they’ll probably fire you anyways.”

“But I didn’t do anything! You did!”

“Small details, really.”

Hades snickered as he enjoyed the moment of teasing her, Poseidon muttered how they couldn’t have a normal vacation and that he was going home. Hades pouted but happily sent his brothers away for once, which seemed out of character.

“I should go with them, right?”

“…I thought I told you. You’re staying here.”

Hades kindly tapped her nose with his finger making her turn bashful as she found Hades being playful heart stopping and the sly smirk didn’t help. Hades kindly guided (Name) to her room, which seemed a bit on the gothic style but it was still lovely nonetheless and the bed was really comfortable. Hades also assured her he wouldn’t try and take her money. (Name) added in that she was only staying one night, Hades called her bluff as he shut the door to give her privacy.

The next day, (Name) was released from her job just as Hades said she would be. On the basis off customer complaints, feeling down Hades once offered for her to work for him and (Name) agreed to do so. However…

“Im not working in this outfit. Everyone else has a different outfit.”

“But you’re different, it has a calming effect on me.”

Hades teased in his throne room while reading a book, Hades really did like the outfit. It was elegant and sexy at the same time, something he really liked. (Name) responded back that Hades just wanted to look at her boobs, Hades responded calmly with, “ I will not deny nor confirm that.” Quickly opening the door, (Name) stuttered in her reply that she was still going to leave.

Once again, Hades called her bluff.

Sure enough, weeks went by and (Name) didn’t bring up leaving seeing as how she was paid for her services of making drinks and serving Hades whenever he called. While wearing whatever she wanted as Hades let her go shopping above in Valhalla then teasing her when she came back. Hades never touched the money she won from his brothers, instead opting that he “tried” to get the money but never finished proposing that he didn’t fail but he didn’t succeed either.

Even though he could have challenged (Name) anytime he wanted.

One day, Hades’ echoed with him yelling for her. Hades’ yell was heard all the way outside of the castle followed by Hades servants and soldiers saying “Ooo, you’re in trouble.” While pointing their fingers at her or snickering at her, which didn’t ease her nervousness as she had no idea what she did wrong. Entering Hades chambers (Name) found Hades to look rather smug while sitting on his throne.

“What is it, Hades?”

“I know.”

The air became tense as (Name) felt her heart beat fast and she smiled nervously trying to play it off. However, that didn’t work with Hades as he repeated himself as stood up from his throne and gently grabbed her wrists making her go thru an Olympics of emotions of shyness, nervousness and excitement.

“You did cheat.”

“I did not!”

“(Name), I know you have powers of luck. Anything you touch becomes lucky. Nice powers to have.”

“But I didn’t cheat! Luck is with me, therefore …it’s fair.”

“How is doubling your luck fair?”

“Who told you about my power, anyways?”

“Don’t worry about that, touch me and let’s play a game. So I can win my brothers money back.”

(Name) refused as she kept her hands behind her back but Hades was adamant to be touched and began trying hold her hands to get lucky but (Name) refused and the two began wrestling a bit. From outside the servants and soldiers were eavesdropping with their ear to the door and from their perspective all they heard was “Touch me, (Name)!” And “You’re not worthy of my hands-That’s my breast! Not my hand!”

One soldier mentioned he was going to tell Poseidon, another mentioned how he might have heard a moan. The servants were trying to get the others to be quiet. It didn’t matter as the doors busted open with (Name) running as fast she could only for Hades to catch up with her and held her in his arms. Muttering to himself, “Not worthy of your hands. We’ll see about that.” The soldiers and servants were in awe as the two went back to Hades chambers and closed the door. Hades quickly mentioned for them to get back to work and that they was nothing to see.

They did so, quickly.

In the meantime, (Name) decided to give Hades luck and then herself some as they played a game of cards first. Hades won. Then they played a game chess to Russian roulette, each wanting to win now that the playing field was even. Late into the night, Hades won back his brother’s money much to (Name)’s dismay. Even worse, there was a possibility Hades could throw her out of his castle for “deceiving” his brothers. (Name) didn’t see it that way as it was her power, Hades took the opposite and still it didn’t matter.

“I’m going to return my brother’s money and I expect you to be here upon my return.”

“…You’re not kicking me out?”

“No, I have to keep my eyes on you.”

While (Name) was grateful she didn’t have to leave the large bag of money disappearing made her sad as she watched Hades leave from the castle window. When Hades returned he had a lot of questions for (Name) in his chambers again, Did she ever have bad days? Could she double someone’s luck? And could she take someone’s luck away. (Name) didn’t know about the last one and actually thought about taking it away if a time came.

“Do I have to rub your hands to be lucky? Or can you just touch me?”

“…I just have to touch you. Rubbing isn’t necessary.”

“What about a kiss?”

Stuttering back, “What about a kiss?” (Name) wondered why Hades would ask that. Hades responded with he heard that “a kiss for good luck” was thing and asked if that applied to everyone why wouldn’t it apply to her? Now, (Name) was truly bashful and answered that she didn’t know as she had never kissed anyone before.

“Why don’t we test it out?”

Smugly answering back Hades waited for (Name) to reply only to hear how she didn’t think she was lucky enough for that while stumbling her way to the door making Hades chuckle, saying how a goddess of luck didn’t think she was lucky enough for a kiss. (Name) didn’t speak back as she left but before she did she heard Hades proudly stated “When you’re feeling lucky enough, come back and give me that kiss.”

Feeling her face that was hot (Name) left Hades to his chambers and went outside to get fresh air, all the while thinking to herself maybe one day she would get to kiss him. As the years passed, Hades kept his teasing for a kiss and for a “touch” from (Name). From slyly mentioning it to winking his eye and asking for a kiss, everytime (Name) became shy or simply said “next time.”

Next time came sooner than (Name) expected.

One day, Hades hadn’t expected to see (Name) in his chambers at a late hour. Nonetheless, she was welcome as Hades welcomed her to join him in reading a book he was reading. In truth, (Name) wasn’t there for any reading even though she pretended to do so. Hades ears perked when he heard “My hands are pretty cold. Think you could warm them for me?” Sweet in tone yet sly in nature.

Hades loved it.

Gently grabbing her hands he rubbed them with a little smirk on his face while (Name) smiled the whole time as heart skipped a beat at how much bigger his hands were than hers and how soft they felt. Hades could play the game as well as he told her hands were very cold when in truth they weren’t that cold but after rubbing them for a minute he gently placed a kiss on the back her hand sealing the feelings that had been building up in the months past.

As luck would have it, the romance didn’t end there.

Sealing the deal with a kiss that both wanted for awhile was sweet and innocent at first. Their lips touching each other while Hades had his arm wrapped around the lower back with (Name)’s arms wrapped around the back of his neck deepening the kiss, making it passionate. As the night went on the two became closer and much more intimate as the essentially kissed on Hades’ throne. The thought of having sex on his throne crossed Hades’ mind, but he thought to himself one step at a time.

Good thing his bed was empty and needed company.

Company that slowly ran their soft hands on his bare chest making the king of Helheim moan with pleasure as the two kissed each other passionately on his bed, a bed that her name on it. While there was no bunny ears it wasn’t needed as Hades imagined them whenever he was deep inside her right cunt that begged for him desperately. Kissing the back of her hands just for the love of it all, the luck could be an added bonus. Luck or not, (Name) was pleasantly surprised by how perfect Hades cock was, it curved and it was large in length and wide in girth. Inside, it always kissed her cervix making her run her hands on his back which made the god moan even more.

Sex was passionate and sex was love for the two.

The days were filled many positions and they were never the same. Sometimes, Hades just wanted to eat her out and that what he did as he enjoyed every moment and every part of her until his lust was satisfied. When the two did have the chance to have sex in his throne room, chambers, kissing was more intense and sex was slower but also intense. Of course, (Name) had to face him. No excuses. Hades didn’t care wherever she touched just so that her hands were on him as he had a nice grip on her ass. Moving her hips up and down on his cock to the pace Hades wanted to chase his lust, listening to the delicious moans his lucky bunny would make.

“So sweet, make more noise for me.”

Feeding his desire his thrusts became harsher and more erratic as his cock that was inside (Name)’s tight cunt constantly hit her g-spot with precision making head tilt back as she her mind felt hazy and her sweet cunt felt amazing, the ecstasy running thru her veins from Hades fucking made it hard for her to keep quiet. Even when she bit her bottom lip to suppress her moans from reaching someone’s ears that could’ve walked by, but Hades kissed her lips wanting another supposed good luck kiss.

“Let them hear you, it will be the talk of Helheim and everyone will know that you are mine.”

Hades’ tone was serious yet loving, sweet yet demanding and when Hades heard for him to cum inside her he didn’t hesitate to do so as he chased his orgasm and released all the cum he had inside (Name)’s cunt making her shiver as her mind was still hazy and her eyes were rolled back.

“Lucky me.”

Whispering in her ear Hades and then placing a soft kiss on her hands then whispering “I love you.” And then kissing her neck earning a low moan from his lucky bunny as he called her as a knock came to the door.

“You done in there?! I need to talk about you about our vacation, Hades!”

Zeus tried to open the door but it was locked, pouting Hades wanted more time with (Name) sadly it would have to wait until tonight.

Luck was on his side after all, and he had few more positions involving his lucky (Name) wearing handcuffs and of course the outfit that made the god of the underworld weak in the knees.

🎰Rukia-Writes🎰

#hades x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader

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