#like that dress shirt and blazer gotta go

[hoshigray]

based on this post by @stnexus; the truth is so good I had to cook.

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Nanami x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - sitting + missionary position - breast fondling + nipple play - oral (f! receiving) - [un]protected sex - impact play (spanking) - clitoral play (licking, sucking and swiping) - overstimulation - cervix fucking - pet names (angel, cutie, [my] love, sweetpea) - shit bout to get active (nasty) - implied multiple orgasms - creampie - mention of drug/alcohol abuse.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9k

“Sigh, poor Yu.”

“Mm? I’ll be fine, sweetpea.”

“Pfft, not you, silly. I meant Haibara, he’s so shit-faced that he’s practically glued to the bucket.”

“Ahh, that’s true.” Nanami chuckles.

“And you, I thought you knew how to control your alcohol; what happened?”

Honestly, your blonde husband is too under the influence to tell you. All he knows is that what was supposed to be a pleasant and chill outing with his coworkers, Ino and Ijichi, at a Korean barbeque place somehow turned into a wild yet fun night of drinks and stories. But that’s to be expected when Yu Haibara comes out to join the crew—yet who is Nanami to diminish the entertainment of his best friend?

Needless to say, all three of them–minus Ijichi because someone’s gotta drive everybody home–got quite drunk from the ordeal, surprising you the moment you opened the door and saw the blonde and brunette stumble into the shared apartment. You shook your head with a smile, taking the men in and preparing the couch for Haibara to sleep on, along with a bucket he’ll eventually hurl in. Then, you lead your husband to the armchair after taking off his blazer, placing a cup of water on the end table for him to sip.

Nanami grumbles, putting his hand on his forehead. “I don’t know…I know I was drinking light until Yu started buying cognac and scotch.” Fuck, my head is pounding like crazy… “I think I tried that Brown n’ Orange cocktail like—hic—four times. Heh, it was delicious.”

“Cocktails and scotch?” You inquire while helping him take off his dress shoes off his manspread legs. “How many drinks did you have all together?”

“Mmm, more than five?” He chuckles lightly at the sight of you peering with concerned eyes. “More than ten.”

“Jesus, Kento, no wonder you’re all flushed.” He leans into your palms as you’re stroking his light rosen cheeks and ears. “Drink that water; I’ll try and find something for you to snack on.” You stand and head to the foyer to drop his shoes off, and he slumps onto the armchair with a sigh.

It’s been a long while since Nanami had been in more than a tipsy state. The buzz has his head ringing, the rose of his cheeks getting hotter, and the tiny grunts of his best friend on the couch humor him; at least I’m not that wasted. God, albeit the night’s fun entertained him, he most certainly didn’t miss the aches of his head—and he knows it’ll get worse in the morning. So, to distract him, he watches you coming back into the scene and entering the kitchen. 

It was late into the night, the hour hand touching midnight, so you were walking around the place in your usual sleep attire: an oversized shirt and some shorts. You looked too cute, waltzing around, scrummaging through the fridge and pantry. Smelled good, too; definitely finished putting on your lotion and skin care after a shower. Holy hell, you looked so beautiful; the glow of the ceiling lights made your skin too luscious to resist. He swallowed thickly at the sight of your hips swaying as you moved and his breath at a halt once you stride back.

Your fingers touch his forehead, checking his temperature. “My my, Ken, you really outdid yourself.” Your giggle was music to his ears. “Totally unlike you to go past your drinking number.”

“Hmm, I know,” he grabs for your wrist and places gentle kisses on your fingertips to lick. “Might as well take advantage of me; who knows the next time I’ll be like this.”

You notice the teeny glint of his mocha brown eyes, scoffing faintly with a grin. “So you’re drunk and bold tonight, huh.” He brings his face in to kiss your cheek, following down to your chin. “What about poor Yu?”

His “poor” friend in question is currently snoring his drunkness away, cuddled up on the couch with the blanket you placed over him. “I wouldn’t worry about him.” He whispers to your ear before a kiss. “But you should worry about me.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because, all I’m thinkin’ about,” his hands sneak into your shirt. “How soft you feel in my hands and how crazy the smell of that lotion is making me.” 

You can’t lie; with how hot he was looking, there was no way you could decline. His sandy bangs draped down to his forehead, chocolate eyes gleaming with wanton, and his warm touch squeezing the flesh of your breasts. Pulling him up and leading him to the bedroom was all you could do.

“Ahhh, ahhh, yess, yeessss!!”

“Hnngh!! Ughh, shiit, y’ feel so good, love!”

Once the bedroom door is closed, Nanami plans on having you glued to him the entire night. It might be the bubbly feeling still in his bloodstream; however, right now, nothing beats the feeling of having your cunt clenching on his cock. 

You sat on his lap, both his pants and your shorts on the bedroom floor—makes it easier for the flesh of your ass to meet his pelvis as you bounced on him. Your knees trapped atop his thighs, your lower regions free range for his length to burrow inside your warmth. Meanwhile, his hands roam either inside your shirt to play with your breast or swipe on your clit to make more cute sounds to escape your puffy lips.

You jolt, his chest and abs exposed from his shirt, now touch your back. “Fuuuck, yesss!” Nanami kisses your neck as he tweaks your nipple and clit concurrently. “Like thaaat, keep going…!”Your words do things to him, bucking into your hips to release more moans suppressed within you. “Ohhh, Kentooo!”

“Shhhh, not so loud, angel,” he whispers to your ear, hissing at the twitch of your vagina. “Don’t want Yu to wake up…Mmmph!”

So he says, yet the grip of you is driving him insane. Maybe it was the alcohol–it had to be–but you felt sooo fucking good. His head gets dizzier as your chasm constantly contracts around him with every graze of your upper wall, his senses more enhanced than ever as the cold bedroom air juxtaposes with the shared heat of your bodies.

“OhoooGod, ahaaa!” Shaky shrieks erupt from light pinches to your clit. “OhhhKennn, I’m gonna cummm…!”

“Shit, me too, baby,” Nanami burrows his face into the pit of your shoulder as he ruts upward with no resistance. More silent screams derive from your mouth as your climax crashes on you like a wave, clamping onto Nanami’s cock until your body stops trembling. And he keeps going until he’s at his limit as well, pumping his load into the condom. 

As you two pant heavily and sink into the feeling, Kento’s hand comes up from the south, and you take his fingers to meet your tongue. The sight of you tasting yourself only furthers the thirst your husband has quenched.

…So he has his fill of you.

“—Ghhh, Kentooo, yer tongue…! Go slooow!”

But he can’t, not when you taste so good.

He has his face stuffed so deep between your legs, his mouth and tongue latching onto your labia to drink every last bit of your fluids. An action that’s futile as all that does is persuade more to seep your folds and his tongue. But that’s even better, the taste of you refusing to leave his tastebuds.

You throw your head back to the pillow when Nanami pushes your knees further, and more slurping noises venture down as he laps relentlessly on your cunt. You’re wailing, “Ahhhh, slow doownnn! I’m gonna b-break..!!

His tongue comes to your clit to dance around. “Sorry, love; you just taste so good to stop.” He sucks on your bud to make your toes curl immediately. He chortles, “Cutie…”

You grab tuffs of his golden hair as he pushes his tongue inside your vagina, whining at the feeling of the wet muscle dredging into your sensitive insides. Violating you with pleasant rubs and licks within your inner channel, it’s tough to think straight for the both of you. You smelt way too fucking good to stop, and your adorable mewls let him know that he’s doing his job in pleasing you. He wanted more—a greedy desire, of course, but it was a need.

“Kennn, d-don’t! I came already,” you plead, but the hands pushing and pulling his head further down tell a different story.

“One more, sweetpea,” he coos with a kiss to your slit. “One more time for me, okay?” 

However, if you find it hard now, imagine how it is the next time he plunges his cock inside you once more. Because–trust–he becomes way needier than before. Pajamas completely stripped off your nude frame, along with the dress shirt stinking of alcohol, your husband has finally let loose and has his way with you for the final moments of the night.

He has you now under his bow, watching how your figure recoils from every push of his hip work. Sweat glistens across your skin, your legs coming around his waist, and more alluring sounds flying out your lips that prompt the man to pound into you lovingly. Your beautiful folds, mixed with saliva and your essence, now are stuffed with his shaft and his come he expelled into you the moment he inserted himself the round before. Having you bare on his dick is unreal, the booze taking its effect and making the sensation way more titillating than the last. If he hasn’t already, Nanami is about to lose himself.

“Hahhh, ahhh, holy shit,” his eyes look to the union of the sexes; the white ring that shows on the base sends shivers. 

“Ohhhh, Jesus, fuuck,” you whimper aloud, eyes sewn shut as the pleasure improves the haze in your head. “’O good, f’eel sho gooood…”

Slow ruts to your chasm dial to a faster pace. “One more, let me go for one more…Hnnnmm.” He brings your hips up a bit to pull up a bit; the angle is better for his length to plow deeper into you. You scream abruptly at the jab of your cervix, and he instantly bends to your ear for comfort.

“Ahhh! Hoooh, Kent—Ohhh!” Your arms come around his neck, bringing him intimately for guidance. “T’oo muuch, it’s too muuch!”

“I know, angel, I know,” he utters hoarsely, placing more kisses on your neck to leave hickeys for later. “Almost there, okay?”

You can only take his words for what they are as he continues to thrust into you mercilessly; more pokes to your cervix bring even more choked gasps of air. With your walls clutching around him, Nanami will come again within seconds—inevitably so, as he’s way too deep to call quits now. 

But before that, he wants to feel you one last time. He drops one leg to have a hand come to your clitoris to swipe on again, motivating your excessively engaged body to undergo more onslaughts of satisfying pinches. With a howl, you release yourself and submit to another orgasm, the flutter of your walls pulling Nanami into a crescendo of his own.

Heaving bodies, pant desperately for air, the blonde man trembling with the shocks that travel up his spine. He gives way and rests his sweaty frame on yours, syncing his breathing with your pattern.

“What has gotten into you?” You titter breathlessly. “I haven’t seen this side of you since our honeymoon.” Your jest does its job, making your husband chuckle in jagged breaths.

“Guess I should have whiskey cocktails more often.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Floyd Leech: Cinderella Step

GOOD GOD, FLOYD 😭 Put your grippers AWAY, I don’t wanna see those… (flashbacks to the horror of Dorm Uniform Jade groovy)

P.S. You should listen to Cinderella Step by Daoko :)) I enjoy it a lot, and it’s also the song that I named this ficlet after. I feel like that first full line (“Though you are the worst, I can’t help but love you”) is very evocative of the NRC boys 😂

Rise and Shine!

It was easy to tell which side of the room was Floyd's. It always looked like a hurricane had run through, scattering clothes all over every avaliable surface. Snack crumbs are sprinkled like a generous garnish on his desk and shelf. His belongings—interesting odds and ends he had collected over the weeks—were similarly strewn haphazardly, wherever there was free space to be occupied.

There was only one thing that the storm seemed to have missed.

His shoes.

A glossy black--patent leather. Large yet sleek, tapering into pointed toes. It was the same pair he wore every day with his school uniform, yet there was not so much as a scratch or a speck of dirt on them.

Pristine.

The one thing he takes good care of, you thought. Must be magic.

Other shoes sat in neat rows on a rack. Boots, sneakers, sandals, in shapes and colors you've never even imagined. The variety astounded you.

Floyd bounded about the room collecting his things. He hopped around on one leg, slipping on a sock, then alternated to the other leg. Next he slung his blazer, still slightly wrinkled from having been crumpled and tossed over a chair last night, on over his prim grey-lilac vest. His striped tie was forgotten, left forlorn on his bed as he yoinked the patent leather shoes and slipped them on.

“‘K, I’m ready," Floyd announced cheerily. "Let’s get going, koebi-chan~"

You stared at his messy room. "You're not going to tidy up a little before heading out?"

He blinked. "Hmm? Why would I? Stuff's gonna shift around anyway, so there's no point in doing that."

Floyd strolled out, hands casually tucked in his pockets. You followed after him, falling in time with his footsteps. Today, they were long and languid, like waves lazily combing the beach.

You knew what that meant; good mood, best to not disturb it.

"... Right." You offered a small, reassuring smile. “Hey, I noticed that you have a lot of shoes—and you take such good care of them.”

“Yeah. Cuz we don’t really have’m where I come from. Gotta make the most of my human experience and all.”

"You don't exactly dress in a shirt and pants under the sea either," you pointed out with a shrug.

“Shoes are special.” He said it with surprisingly conviction, an uncharacteristic seriousness set in his eyes. "You kinda need them to do the things humans do every day, least without getting nagged at. Jumping, dancing, strolling down the street."

“All this talk about footwear… You sound like Cinderella.”

“Ehh… Do I give you those vibes?” There was a crackle entangled with his words.

“You’re the kind of guy that would sneak out if Azul told you to stay put.” You paused, then added, “just to prove a point.”

He gave a razor-sharp grin in response. “Touché.”

Floyd glanced down at his feet. His eyes barely lingered there for half a second before they flicked to yours. “Glass slippers sound cool though.”

“Glass slippers? Really? You’re not scared they’d break…? I thought you’d be into more durable shoes. Something easy to move around in.”

“I’d try’m on at least once, as long as it’s not lame lookin’. I’ll try anything at least once. Glass slippers, a puss’s boots, ballet flats from twelve dancing princesses, shoes made by elves…”

“Even cursed shoes?” you asked. “Professor Trein was telling us about them the other day. Put them on, and you’re cursed to dance forever and ever—or at least until you collapse from exhaustion.”

Floyd made a face. “Nah. Dancing’s fun, but not if you do it all the time. I’d get sick of it.”

"There’s more than one way of dancing.”

“Duh. I know that. But it’ll still get pretty boring after a while.”

“I don’t think so.” You shook your head, your feet coming to a stop. “Dancing’s a lot like having a conversation, except your mouth doesn’t ever need to move. You just let your body do the talking.”

Your legs criss-crossed in a quick jig. "This is being excited." Standing on your toes, you carefully elevated yourself. "This is whispering." Putting all your weight into your feet, you stomped. "And this is shouting!"

Floyd watched your demonstration in silence. Gold, right. Olive, left. Together, mysterious and mirthful.

“Sounds fun,” he piped up at last. “I want in on this."

Before you had the chance to respond, Floyd's had had already latched onto yours. The other wrapped around your waist, tugging you against his chest. You lurched against him, and the sound of his raspy laughter filling your eardrums.

“You wanna dance? Let’s dance. Then you tell me what my dancing says to you.”

“W-Wait, Floyd…!”

He didn’t.

Floyd strung you along and down the street, swinging you erratically in his arms. With his long limbs swaying, he moved as naturally as a fish amid coral. For a creature of the sea, he had such grace on land that you could never tell his true origins.

He was the wind, a water current, a wayward traveler. Constantly changing and never truly contained.

Your panic and surprise easily melted into light-hearted laughter. And your feet, too, began to weave freely, as if wading on the shoreline, drawing indiscriminate shapes in the sand.

Realization struck you when you looked at him again. Your heart went thump-thump-thump, in a frantic little dance of its own.

What he’s trying to convey is…

Floyd met your gaze, sparks flying. His fingers interlocked with yours, he leaned in and grinned. Cheeks ruddy, eyes shining with exhibition.

“We don’t need words. Just our dancin’ shoes and each other!”

[rottenpumpkin13]

How do you think ASGZ and the Turks+ Rufus would dress if they were ordinary people living in the real world? (My personal guilty pleasure head cannon is Sephiroth loving leather jackets and V-necks… imagine him in all black, leather jacket, dog tag, some bracelets, black jeans and combat boots… ahem sorry it’s late at night and my thoughts are going weird places)

Sephiroth's go-to outfit: All-black and minimalist is his go-to style, so he does like leather jackets, long coats, and black pants. He wears v-necks sometimes, but prefers button-ups so he can alter how constrictive his shirt is (not the case when he's at home because this man lives for comfortable clothes).

Angeal: I told you this event required you to wear a shirt.

Sephiroth, wearing a button-up that's only fastened at the bottom last button, leaving his whole chest exposed: What's wrong with my shirt?

Angeal: WHAT SHIRT?

Genesis' go-to outfit: Red leather jacket (he has so many of them), a button up/turtle kneck, and knee-high boots. All designer. He accessorizes with jewelry (all gold) such as necklaces, bangles and tons of rings.

Angeal's go-to outfit: sleeveless tee, jeans, boots, and a flannel he either commits to wearing or ties around his waist. All thrifted. Bonus points if the top is DIY'd or tie dye. He's a compulsive tie dyer.

*Zack leaves one of his white shirts out and walks away*

Angeal: Hm.

*Zack comes back and his shirt is tie dye*

Zack, alarmed: MAGIC

Zack's go-to outfit: A fitted tee, baggy pants, fingerless gloves and combat boots. He wears his dog tag as an accessory and hates jackets unless he can roll the sleeves really high.

Zack: I'm ready to go!

Angeal: You cannot wear that shirt out. Go change.

Zack, wearing a shirt that reads "DYSLEXIC WITH TICE NITS": Man, why you gotta be so judgemental?

Sephiroth, still wearing his chest out: Genesis claims he is allergic to good taste.

Angeal: I'm leaving you two at home.

Rufus' go-to outfit: It's a designer suit or nothing; preferably white and pristine, preferably custom-made. He's also likes to wear a kimono and hakama sometimes.

Reno's go-to outfit: A leather jacket, gloves, a button up that's either red or white, gold chain, and jeans, and combat boots.

Rude's go-to outfit: A leather jacket (him and Reno are matching), gloves, wearing all black, usually a button up since he's not a fan of t-shirts, and dress shoes. He likes to accessorize with chains.

Tseng's go-to outfit: No one has ever seen Tseng wear anything other than a suit. Work? suit. Party? suit. Beach? suit. Reno nearly died on the spot the day he and Rude ran into Tseng at the local coffee shop and he was wearing a t-shirt beneath his blazer, no tie, and a silver chain.

Reno: WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH TSENG? Tseng: Why are you and rude wearing matching couple's t-shirts?

[hauntedhokage]

Day 16: Lingerie

word count: 3k

warnings: unprotected sex, light bondage,

notes: please offer your condolences to the discord server today, since I have not stopped talking about this man for at least two days (and will not, either). happy ???th birthday to my beloved

“I can’t wait to crawl into bed,” Xavier mumbles as he carries you into his apartment, carefully setting down your heels that he’d been carrying while kicking the door shut behind him. “You keep me very busy.”

“But you liked it.” Due to your position on his back, you can’t clearly see his face but you know that he’s smiling as he gives his head a slight shake while making his way towards the bedroom. “Actually, you loved it. I heard you say that at dinner when you thought I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Actually, I said that I loved you, but I did also enjoy dinner and dancing. Any time with you is time best spent.” He's carefully dropping you onto the bed, smiling as you bounced on the mattress with a giggle only to look confused when you quickly rolled off the bed to stand on the feet that had been killing you just twenty minutes ago.

“Where did this energy come from?”

“Gotta get your surprise that I mentioned earlier,” you remind, pulling him in by his blazer to steal a kiss. “Get comfy, babe, I’ll be right back.”

“We can always do this tomorrow?”

“Let me get it out, and you can decide if you want to open it tonight or tomorrow.”

The night was still young despite how tired Xavier already was, but you know that he wasn’t going to let a gift from you go unappreciated. It had taken days to find just the right thing, and if he didn’t want to fully appreciate it tonight it’d be there in the morning. Or more likely the afternoon since he routinely slept until after lunchtime and well into dinnertime. 

“I like that plan.” And he’s dropping himself onto the bed, working on taking his shoes as you make your way to the bathroom. “You hid it in my bathroom?”

“Couldn’t risk you finding it!” You call back, managing to undo the clasp at the back of your neck and work at the zipper of your dress without needing his help. He’d be a bit bummed that he couldn’t help, but that would spoil the surprise if he had helped considering that your dress was perfect to hide the lacy number while you were out at dinner with your beloved. It’d been right in front of him all evening and he hadn’t noticed even with how his hands traveled during dinner and the time spent dancing together.  

You adjust your hair first, mentally reassuring yourself that he was going to love it, then smooth your hands over the lacy white bodysuit. The red satin ribbon is tied around your waist with the best bow you can tie while keeping it easy to undo, then you turn to exit the bathroom. 

“You took a minute to just grab something, was it in the- oh.” 

“I’m the last gift,” you inform with a smile, leaning in the doorway to the bathroom as he stands from the bed. 

The way he moves towards you is slow, eyes trained on your body as if he was a predator stalking its prey - slow and steady to lull you into security before he pounced. He hadn’t fully undressed, still wearing his dress shirt that was mostly unbuttoned and his unzipped slacks, but Xavier was quite the delicious sight when he was disheveled - lulling you into that safe distraction as he closed in. Hands clasp the doorframe, his taller figure looming over you as his lips press to your forehead. 

“You are so good to me, my gorgeous constellation.”

“Happy birthday Xavier.” Is all you can whisper before he’s kissing you, hands moving to your hips to hoist you up. Your legs close around his waist as your back hits the doorframe, a small gasp escaping your lips into his greedy mouth at the force of the collision. 

“Do I get to unwrap you?” He murmurs against your lips, smiling when you nod before his lips travel to your neck as he brings you off the wall to get you onto the bed. 

This time your back hits the bed gently, Xavier laying you down as if you were a glass figurine before his hands travel up your sides to your breasts. “You did this for me, truly a gift.” 

“There’s another surprise.” You gently grab his wrist, guiding his left hand away from your breast to the apex of your thighs where his fingers find an opening in the lacy fabric. His eyes darkened with lust, the hand still on your breast toying with your nipple through the place as his finger parts your already slick folds and sighing in content when you take his finger easily to the hilt. 

“Fuck, you’re already wet. Someone clearly likes dressing up for me.”

The second finger joins the first, thumb finally finding your clit after an evening of teasing you through your panties while barely missing the slit that would’ve given him the skin-to-skin contact that would’ve likely had you making a scene in the restaurant. But the wait and teasing was worth it when those fingers curl into the spot that has you arching into his hand as he grins at your obvious need.  He’s praising you as his fingers push you to that peak, now with three fingers working your pussy open to be able to comfortably accommodate the length you’d be taking in just a few minutes. 

“Xavi,” you whine when he presses down on your clit, clenching around his fingers as he rolls his thumb in a circle. “Wanna su-“

“I know, and you’ll get to. Cum for me first, and then you can do whatever you want to.”

It’s almost too much when he leans in to lick at your breast through the lace, pushing the fabric against your nipple as his tongue comes out to drag up the fabric until he reaches the skin left uncovered by the deep v-neck. His mouth was just as dangerous as his fingers, the additional stimulation provided by the kisses and gentle nips along your neck and jawline having your walls pulsating around his diligent digits leaving no part of you that was in reach untouched by his eager hand. 

“C’mon, honey, let go for me,” he whispers in your ear, voice heavy with his lust. “Let me see how my constellation sparkles when I’ve got you cumming on my fingers.”

Your body couldn’t deny him that satisfaction when he made his requests like that. A shaky hand rises to cup the back of his head, fingers curling into the soft blonde locks to keep him close as you whine his name while the first waves of orgasm crash over you like a high tide against the coastline. 

“X-Xavier, please please-“

“Gonna ride it out with you, love it when you say my name like that.” 

Your lower back relaxes a bit as you come down from that high, Xavier’s fingers slowing their pace gradually until he was ready to pull them out. The way he sits up and indulges in your taste has to be sinful, his eyes closing as he takes two of his fingers into his mouth and groans - the sound coming from deep in his throat and sending a shiver down your spine. You think he’s saving his index finger for you, but instead that receives its own cleaning in his mouth as he returns his gaze to yours. 

“I just can’t get over how pretty you are,” he whispers, hand palming at the tent in his trousers as the other returns to your breast. “You can suck me off in the morning, honey. I just wanna be inside you, if that’s okay?”

“It’s your birthday, Xavier. I’m okay with whatever you want to do.”

You don’t think you’ve seen pants and boxers come off his body faster than they did in this moment, his belt buckle knocking against whatever wall he’d tossed them making a thud that sounded so distant from where you were at despite only being just a few feet away. The way Xavier looks at you makes everything feel like it’s so far away - that it’s just the two of you on your own little planet so far removed from the rest of the world. Isolated yet still so connected, as he’d never truly let his guard down when he was alone. 

A whispered “c’mere” leaves him as he brings you onto his lap, his erection between you already hard and weeping pre that your hand gently begins to spread around his most sensitive skin. His pleasured whine is muffled by your mouth, the kiss he’d pulled you into desperate and needy while his hands grip your barely clothed hips tightly. 

“Gonna ride me?” The mumble against your lips is barely comprehensible, but you know him well enough to know just what he was asking for and to have already planned for it. 

“I was hoping to,” you confirm, smiling when he lies back on the mattress with his head comfortably cradled by his pillows. “But first, I think you need to unwrap me.”

Your fingers tug at the bow still tied around your waist, and once he does the fabric is tied in a slip knot around his wrists to keep his hands out of the action. 

“Baby~”

“You might get them back if you’re good.” There’s another pathetic wine as you tie the other end of the satin around one of the bars on your headboard to keep those hands out of your way. “You can’t use your evol, either.”

It’s clearly torture for you to be be sinking onto his cock without his hands controlling your descent. He made it seem like he was losing something important with the way he pouts, looking directly at you with big bunny eyes that have pupils blown so wide you can hardly see the ocean that were his irises. It usually worked to get him what he wanted, you couldn’t resist that face when he flashed it at him - “usually” being the key word. 

This time, however, you have the resolve to deny him as your hands settle on his thighs for stability as you roll your hips along his length. He's so pretty beneath you with his lips curved downwards into a pout you saw relatively often, but this one was also mixed with the irritation you were also used to when he didn’t get his way. But he could wait and have his way with you tomorrow, tonight he shouldn’t have to put in the work for it like he usually did - despite how eager he always was to keep your body teetering just on the edge of orgasm, sometimes all night which had him sleeping at the sunrise and staying asleep through the next day. 

“Let me treat you, Xavi. Please?” You have your own pout as you lean forward, hands planted on his chest as you continue to ride him. “Tomorrow you call the shots, yeah?”

“You’re torturing me, honey. But you feel so good when you ride me, you feel good too?”

“So good,” you murmur, teasing one of his nipples as you lean in to get a kiss from the birthday boy. 

His kiss is hungry, desperate for more of you and tasting of the wine you’d had at the restaurant. Chardonnay tastes much better when it was on his lips, and you’re sure you could get drunk off of his kisses when he was kissing you like this. His hips try to match your pace, his movements uncoordinated because he didn’t have the hands to move you the way he wanted to which pulls a frustrated grunt from him as you pull back. 

“Baby.”

“Patience, Xavier.”

“Can you move a little faster please?” He’s whispering now, meeting your gaze though you know he wants to look away. For how desperate he was for control tonight, asking for things in bed has never been a point of comfort for him, a shyness pulled out of him when he has to advocate for himself. “I like when you’re a bit rough with it, y’know.”

That was true, your hand that had come to cup his cheek sliding back to get a fistful of his hair to tug his head back as you met his request to bounce your hips against him faster, harder, the sound of skin on skin reverberating around the bedroom while he lets out pleasures whines beneath you. You’re also moaning, his name and the various pet names he’d collected over the course of your relationship spilling from your mouth as he finally found the rhythm he was looking for to meet yours. He was deep, his cock pushing into the depths of your pussy that his fingers couldn’t reach that had you seeing stars while you looked down at your own star that was being so good as he let you ride him. 

“Baby I’m so close, can I please touch you?”

You shut him down with a shake of your head, and he’s definitely more frustrated that you’ve denied him again. But you were about to cum, your hips chasing that peak as your nails dig into the plush skin of his chest, harder when you feel that familiar warmth grow into the flames that were only extinguished by your hand moving between your bodies to give yourself that little push that has you stilling on his length as you tighten around him while trying to ride it out. 

His hands come to rest on your sides, telling you how good you felt on him and how beautiful you look when you’re cumming for him. Your brain doesn’t register that he’s freed himself until you feel his hand in your hair to pull your head back, a smirk decorating his face as he relishes in his victory. 

“Xavier, what-?”

“My turn.” His voice is deep, the need as he was likely close to his own end sending a shiver down his spine as he sat upright to get you to a mutual eye level. “Enjoy yourself?”

All you had for a response was a nod, your arms draping over his neck as he tipped you back onto the bed so he could hover over you. You supposed your knot was just too loose to keep such an accomplished Hunter restrained, but you couldn’t think too deeply about it as Xavier is holding you close so you’re chest-to-chest while his hips fuck into your still pulsing cunt in a mating press that had him thrusting deeper into you then he had been when you were on top.

“Please, baby, please can I cum inside?” He didn’t beg often, but you’re too busy whining into his neck to be able to really tease him for it like you had been earlier. He was too busy rearranging your guts to truly register anything you were saying that wasn’t his name. “Wanna fill you- fuck- I need to fill you. You’ll let me right, pretty girl?”

You nod into his neck before leaving a kiss there, close to teetering off the edge into a third orgasm for the night. His name leaves your lips in a mantra as that coil in your gut snaps, the syllables rolling off your tongue and tickling his neck with every brush of your lips against his skin that has him holding you to his chest in a vice grip as his hips stutter and you feel the new warmth deep in your core as he cums. He continues to fuck his cum into you until he’s spent, carefully pulling out his cock while trying to be mindful of how sensitive you likely were while keeping you close to his chest as you both caught your breath. 

“You’re incredible.” Is all he says as he lets you roll to lie next to him, his hand finding yours to bring to his lips and leave a slow trail of kisses against your palm and to your wrist. You lie there for a few minutes, taking turns moving your joined hands between you to kiss the other’s hand until he finally sits up. “Let’s get cleaned up. Can we shower tomorrow?”

You only nod as you work yourself out of the bodysuit, tossing it in the same general direction that Xavier had thrown his pants before getting comfortable in the bed with your back to the bathroom. When Xavier returns you feel the mattress dip, then a hand carefully adjusting your leg so he had access to your cunt that was getting messier as his cum leaks from your slit.

“I know you’re sensitive but please cooperate.” You nod into your pillow at his request, but your hips still jerk at the first graze of the washcloth against your labia and spread them to clean around your entrance. 

When he finishes, the washcloth meets the same fate as your lingerie and his clothes - tossed against a wall to be dealt with in the morning - before he’s sliding into bed behind you and pulling you back into him. The warmth of his chest against your back once he’s settled in bed is always comforting, but after having sex like that the comfort and security was amplified with how tight he held you while murmuring the sleepy sweet nothings mixed with kisses to the skin he could easily access that made you melt in his arms. 

“It’s bedtime,” he whispers, fingers tracing patterns against your forearms as you hum your agreement. “We wore each other out, sleepy girl.”

“Yeah,” you mumble into your pillow, smiling when he softly echoes you. “Thank you for indulging me and celebrating your birthday.”

“You’ll wear it again, right?” You barely hear the question that’s mumbled into your shoulder, and you look over your shoulder to see him with half lidded eyes - clearly fighting sleep to spend these extra few minutes with you. “Look so good in it. Like the moon, but just mine to admire.”

“Of course, baby. Maybe next time pull out the bunny ears?” There’s a groan into your skin followed by an open mouthed kiss, Xavier’s eyes closing as he likely pictured the image of you dressed like that. But they don’t open, he just smiles as you resettle into the mattress. 

“With knee high socks and a garter?”

“Our anniversary is in a few weeks, I’m sure that all can be arranged.”

“I love you. Thank you for an unforgettable day.”

“Love you, too, Xavier. Happy birthday."

[gyratingpresley]

You're mine.

Summary

Austin had been away filming Bikeriders for longer than you had liked. When everything was finished he finally got a break, and on the 14th of August a party Tom Hardy had invited you to was booming. The party is full of life, many men are staring at the woman glued to the king "Austin Butler." You. Austin's beloved wife, but there was one guy in particular that couldn't keep his eyes off you and it was unfortunately Austin's co-star Tom. Finally Austin had enough, dragging you away and eventually you went your separate ways for the night.

Sitting at the bar all by your lonesome and man shows up, Walt, he is gay, and suffering from husbanditis. You end up on the dance floor, and before you know it Austin is dragging you to the car, as soon as you get home, you don't know what will happen...

Warnings: Austin being aggressive, and protective, heavy smut (and I mean HEAVY) Young people get outta here, Asshole Austin/a little corrupt, AustinButlerxreader.

I AM TAKING REQUESTS!! (My first story, so expect mistakes!) Anyways, have a good read, Angels x

Austin had been away filming his new movie Bikeriders, and now that it was finished, he was getting a break from everything. You had been at home lonely, waiting for him to come back, and when he did, you had no idea how much he actually changed. It was now August the 14th, two days before his birthday, you had bought him a new pair of dress shoes for the party Tom had invited you to. "Austin?" You walked over to the bathroom he stood in, fixing his tie. "What's wrong, Honey?" Austin continued fiddling around with his tie as he spoke to you; "Nothings wrong, I just wanted to give you an early birthday present!" His eyes lit up at your words. He reached for the box, undoing the silk ribbon, and placing the top on the bathroom sink. The shoes were black, with some pink on the sides. "Y/n you didn't have to, baby. This is too much!" Austin put the box down and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close, "They match your black blazer and pink shirt." You smiled and kissed him passionately. He deepened the kiss, licking your lower lip, demanding access, which you, of course, obeyed, opening your mouth just so his tongue could explore it all. Austin groaned against your mouth when you began to pull away. "Come on, Austin, we really gotta go baby, if we don't leave now, we might not get to the party." He smirked, giving you a peck on the lips, "We'll finish this later then.." he teased. The dress you wore was a black dress with some pink lace. Yes, to match Austin, he had given you his black blazer to wear over the top of your shoulders in case you got cold.

Austin had an arm around your waist, and as the two of you walked up to the casino, Tom had cleared out for the party. "I wonder if Tom Hardy is as cute as he was in legend," you giggled, teasing him the slightest bit. Austin slapped your ass, making you yelp. "Continue to talk like that, and I might just have to take you home now and teach you a lesson." You looked at him in shock, knowing he wouldn't forget about what he said, you knew full damn well you would be taught a lesson whether you liked it or not, and to be honest you felt butterflies in your stomach. The two of you walked in, trying to squeeze through the hordes of people. Finally, you found Tom, he was at a bar with a lady. "Tom!" Austin screamed, his voice barely a scream over the loud jazz and conversation. Tom turned to you both, a smile creeping across his face. "Austin! Welcome!" Tom gave him a very manly hug and turned to you, "Hello, you must be..." You smiled and took his hand that was extended out to you. "Y/n! Y/n Butler", Tom nods, "Your his sister?" Austin chokes on the coke he was handed, "Wife, not sister, wife." He corrects him. You laughed. As you began to talk to him about the movies he had been in, you couldn't help but notice his eyes. The way they would skim your body, often lingering at your chest, and you weren't the only one who noticed this, Austin had as well, he curled his fists into balls, trying to calm himself down, so that he doesn't go off, at his co star. "Hey Tom, uh, we're gonna mingle with some people." Tom nodded and pat Austin on the shoulder, sending you a wink and finally heading back to his lady. Austin hadn't had a problem with you being around men. Well, that was before he got the role as Benny, and now he always seems to get angry at any man who even looks at you. You even noticed during the filming of Elvis that he was changing. You looked up at Austin as he walked the two of you over to a group of people, "Austin, that was really rude!" He stopped in his tracks, his gaze turning to you. "What are you on about! He was the one staring at your tits! And really! Quite frankly, I don't like anyone staring at MY woman's- my WIFES breasts." You crossed your arms and bit the inside of your cheek. "Look baby, I, I don't mean... I don't mean to be rude or anything. It's just that I knew you were uncomfortable!" He tried his best to convince you. Yes, Tom did make you a little uncomfortable, but you could handle it just by closing the top button of Austin's blazer. Austin pinched the bridge of his nose, now looking up at the ceiling, his Adam's apple more visible than ever. You scoff "I need a drink, you go mingle with people Austin, I'll find you later." He watched you walk over to another bar, finally raising his hands up in defeat and letting you have your moment, Okay! Yes! It did make you feel weird, and you kind of didn't like it, but it was rude of Austin to just sweep you away like that... wasn't it?

You sat on a bar stool, swirling a glass of champagne in your hand. Austin was on the other side of the casino, talking with some friends. Taking this time to look around the place, you saw people laughing, having fun gambling. God, you needed something to liven up this party. "Lonely?" A man question, raising his voice a little so you could actually hear him, looking to your side you chuckled. The man that stood beside you was stunning. He had brown curly hair, hazel eyes, and a beauty mark above his lip. "Yeah, I am definitely lonely," you responded, taking a swig from your glass. He smiled. "I'm Walter, you can call me Walt," Walter, hm, what a nice name you thought. "So, Walt, why are you alone tonight?" He blew air out of his mouth, almost sounding exhausted, "My husband, he has gone to talk with people... now, just hold on a minute? What is your name?" You giggled, "y/n! And I'm lonely because my husband has also gone to Mingle." Walter chuckles, rubbing your arm, "Well you're not lonely anymore!" Its been a long long time, played in the background, making it harder for you to hear him. You stand up, straighting out your dress, "Dance?" He seemed to perk up at your words.

A little dancing later and next thing Austin has your wrist in a vice grip, dragging you away from Walt and off the dance floor. "Austin! What the hell! I was dancing." You hissed at him, his feet walking quicker than you could keep up with. He was practically dragging you to the car. "Get in." He demanded, swinging the car door open. Before you could hop in Austin gripped your neck claiming your lips, "You're mine baby girl, all mine." He growled against them, giving you one last rough peck before heading over to the drivers seat.

A little over 20 minutes later you arrived at the penthouse, it was the longest 20 minutes of your life, the antagonizing wait for what will happen when you walk through those doors. Finally you heard the door lock. The hallway was silent, nothing but the faint sound of Austin breathing, he took slow steps towards you, one hand dragging up your back to grasp your neck, the other slowly snaked around your waist turning you around. His breath hot on your neck, "I don't like being played with."

"Austin, I wasn't playing with yo-"

"Don't fucking lie to me."

"He was gay!"

Austin went silent, his blood was boiling, what does it matter if he's gay?

"What does that fucking matter? Hmm?"

He rips the skimpy lace of your dress down, your breasts spilling out. He roughly grasps one, taking the pink bud between his ring adorned fingers, you squeal. "Who owns these? Hm?" Austin kisses them quickly. Your mouth opened to speak, but the words died at your lips.

"Who fucking owns them!"

"You do! You own them!

Austin lets out a throaty groan, "That's right, my breasts - He places a kiss to them - and my throbbing cunt - He slaps your wet core, making you yelp - to toy with." You do the mistake of letting out a scoff, his eyes darken to a shade you didn't know existed. As soon as he threw you over your shoulder you knew you were fucked. Austin smacked your ass as you squealed, "My fucking woman. Mine." He began to walk up the stairs towards your shared bedroom, you felt his cold hands pull up the bottom of your dress to press kisses to your thigh, you gasped as he bit down on the supple skin of your butt. "Austin!" you groaned banging your hands against his back. Reaching your bed he throws you down onto the plush mattress, Austin watched as you tried to scramble away, grabbing your ankles and yanking you back.

"Fuck! Austin!"

He tutted, "Language."

Austin slid his hand under you, flipping you onto your stomach. His hand met your ass with a loud clap, you jolted. His hand curled around your neck, bringing you up to him. "Who do you belong to? hm?" He growled, his breath hot on your neck. "You, Austin. You!" He chuckled darkly at your words. Austin smacked your clothed ass over and over again, the pain turning to pleasure as you choked out a moan. He stops. "Oh? You like this, little girl?" His voice rough, you gasp, he hasn't called you that since he was filming Elvis, of course you would normally call him "daddy", but this was no role play. The sound of Austin fumbling with his belt echoed in the room, it finally landing on the ground with a clink, "You want me to fuck you, little girl?" Your face was shoved into the soft pillows, it muffled your moans, Austin pulled the rest of your dress off, leaving you in your panties, his finger fiddled with the band of them, eventually sliding them down revealing your wet pussy. "So wet." He growled out. He drew circles on your swollen clit, your walls were throbbing, you needed him inside you. Austin flipped you around again, picking you up and wrapping your weak legs around his waist. Without thought he pushed his hard cock inside of you to the hilt. He groaned, collecting your moans with a kiss. "So fuckin' tight." His deep southern accent coming out to play, you had been so entrapped in his new look and sound for Benny, that you forgot how much Elvis, Austin, turned you on. "Yes baby!" You squealed as he thrusted into you relentlessly, "Oh god, keep going!" You moaned.

The room smelt of pure sex, that musty, sultry smell, it fed the coil beginning to form in your belly, Austin's hips snapped into yours, driving his cock deeper into you. The coil tightened as he bit your bottom lip, Austin's thrusts gained pace as he began to chase out his first orgasm, you cupped his face kissing him, both of you capturing each others moans. "Cum with me baby, cum with me." His words tipped you over the edge, both of you riding out the pleasure together, you felt the warm feeling of his painting your walls white. Austin's thrusts came to a shuddering halt. He grunted as the last of his seed spilled into you.

He wasted no time pulling out of you, you whined, feeling empty. You stood on your feet, knees almost giving out. Austin cupped your face pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. He backed you up back towards the bed, when your thighs hit the edge he pushed you down. "What are you doing?" You said, looking at him through lidded eyes, he hummed, kneeling down, "I'm hungry." those words slid off his tongue like honey, he spread your legs, one arm holding your pelvis down, the other toying with your slick folds, his cum was still leaking out of you, you gasped as he shoved his fingers into you, pushing his seed back in, "Better make me a daddy, hm little one?". Off came his shirt before he dived into your cunt like a starved man. "Austin! I can't, too sore! Too sensitiv-" He cut you off, nipping your clit, you squealed, "Yes you can. This is my pussy, I say when it can't take any more." He licked a strip up your folds, thrusting his tongue in. You moaned, biting the white sheets that covered the bed. Austin sent you into your next orgasm, rubbing your sensitive clit to help. Your legs fell limp onto the mattress, he stood up from the floor, smiling at you, so helpless. He left the room, grabbing a warm wet towel. "Here, baby." You moaned as the warm fabric brushed against your abused pussy. Austin pressed a kiss to your clit, standing again to walk into the closet, he pulled out a pair or pretty pink panties, a bow adorned the middle, he knew you hated sleeping without underwear. You hummed, sitting up, "Thank you." he slipped the panties over your legs, releasing them with a snap. He pulled you down into the bed, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

"He was gay." You whispered.

Austin growled against your neck, "And your mine."

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[mrschristensen]

Kinktober Day 13 (10/13): Daddy Kink starring Hayden Christensen

Kinktober Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, dom Hayden/sub s/o, daddy kink, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), mating press, degradation, ass slapping/spanking, pet names/name calling (lovie, slut, whore, pretty girl), creampie, quickie (kinda?), lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: It was completely accidental, but Hayden's girlfriend couldn't help the word that came out of her mouth when she saw him come out in his suit for Ewan's Walk of Fame ceremony. So, of course, they were fashionably late... Or right on time?

-> note: featuring the outfit above <3

WC: 485 words

He looked so damn good. She was in complete awe when he stepped out of their master bathroom, wearing a nice blue blazer and dress pants and a white collared dress shirt underneath. He looked so sexy, so unbelievably sexy. She couldn't even understand how she got with such a god of a man.

But then she was deprived of all the control she had over her body, specifically her mouth. Her thoughts were accidentally said out loud, and all that she could hear herself say was "...Daddy?"

She immediately realized what escaped her lips and her face flushed with embarrassment, quickly turning and burying her face in a pillow and screaming into it, the noise muffling. He simply stood there, smirking with a raised eyebrow.

"Y' like it that much, lovie?" he coos tauntingly, ignoring her quick, shaky apologies after getting her face out of the pillows.

"I-I didn't mean to say that, I'm so sorry, I-"

He cuts her off by kissing her tenderly, grabbing her hips and pulling her up. She couldn't help but melt into his touch, kissing back softly and wrapping her arms around his neck.

It soon turned into a heated makeout session, and eventually, he had her ankles almost to her ears as he pounded into her.

"Such a fuckin' slut f'me," he grunts, his head tilting back in pleasure, all the stimulation combining. "such a perfect whore for daddy."

She whimpers at his dirty words, gripping his shoulders tightly as he roughly abuses her cunt and rearranges her insides. She really couldn't help what had come out of her mouth, but she got a feeling he was into it.

"What's my name?" he growled, and when she only replied with a noise of pleasure, he swatted her ass forcefully making her cry out. "What's my name?"

"Daddy!" she breathed out, and he slapped her ass again.

"I didn't hear you. Say it again!"

"Daddy!"

Her orgasm came over her like a freight train, her back arching and body convulsing. He rode out her orgasm with her, quickly cumming along with her as her pussy throbbed around his length.

As they both came down from their highs, panting and entwined in each other's arms, he couldn't help but smile as he looked down at her. She was in his arms, where she belonged, all nice and cozy in the blankets.

But then he realized: The ceremony.

"Shit," he panted, "C'mon, baby. We gotta go."

She nodded, quickly grabbing the dress that was now thrown somewhere on the floor and hastily putting it on, making sure her appearance was presentable. She wouldn't want to humiliate herself, let alone her boyfriend.

He also put on his clothes, and then came up from behind her as she stood in front of the mirror. He kissed her neck, smiling as he did. "So is daddy gonna be a new name, pretty girl?"

[lukiechino]

Cardinal Broach

Spencer Reid x Reader

An unfinished wip I might continue if I get the inspiration back. Kinda based on the S13 E19, Ex Parte.

“Which color tells my mom I’m super-uber excited and not dreading having lunch with her?” I asked Spencer, showing him two outfits; one was a floral shirt paired with dark green pants and the other was a yellow and orange stripped pants with a white blouse. “Or should I go with my formal suit that I got for my friend’s wedding?”

Spencer locked up from his book on Edgar Allen Poe to examine the outfits with squinted eyes. “Well, if you want to appear excited, it’d be better to wear saturated, bright colors, since the brain’s pituitary and pineal glands are stimulated by light and that regulates more serotonin,” he said, knocking out the floral outfit. “But yellow can cause anxiety and shorts the temper of those looking at it.” So the other outfit was a no-go too.

“So the wedding suit?” I asked, tossing the outfits on a chair while I sat sown beside him with a sigh. “Getting ready to have lunch with my mom shouldn’t be this hard.”

“The wedding suit might make it appear you’re not being open or comfortable with your mom,” Spencer said. I groaned, before grabbing his arm and tugging him to the bedroom.

“C’mon, help me pick an outfit, Mr. Profiler.” Spencer put his book aside with a chuckle and let me pull him to my closet—stuffed full of bright patterned shirts and dresses.

“To start; what color should I wear?” I asked, sitting him down on the edge of the bed, in front of the closet.

“Orange or a bright teal would be good since Orange is the middle ground between yellow—which is a cheerful color—and red—which is an attentive color,” Spencer said. I grabbed a sleek button-up with orange flowers, a loose pastel orange top, a striped orange shirt, then a striking orange blazer.

“But it shouldn’t be overly formal or else you might be perceived as arrogant or dispassionate.” I threw out the floral shirt. “But it shouldn’t be too casual or she might think you didn’t put any thought into the outfit.” Then I threw out the pastel top.

“And,” I said before he could say anything else. “The resteurant we’re going is super duper fancy, and fancy places always have the air conditioning cranked to the max.” I said, tossing the thin striped shirt—I wasn’t about to bother finding the perfect coat for the shirt.

I hung the blazer on my doorknob, turning to my dresser. “Now I just gotta find a shirt and pants—do you think a white button-up and some brown pants will be okay?” I didn’t wait for Spencer’s response as I dug through my drawers.

“I think your mom will just be satisfied with you showing up,” Spencer said, taking the white shirt from me and pulling it over the ironing board.

“Thank you,” I said as pulled my legs through the tight brown pants on the edge of the bed. Spencer hummed as he ironed the shirt—leaving it as smooth as if it just came from the dry cleaners. “What jewelry should I go with?” I asked as I buttoned up my shirt.

Spencer, who sat on the edge with his book, pursed his lips in thought for a moment. “Didn’t your mom give you a gold cardinal brooch?”

“That’s perfect!” I gasped, hurrying to one of my jewelry boxes stuffed into my nightstand. “Then I can wear my gold hanging earrings…” I hurriedly clipped on all my jewelry and grabbed my purse.

“Love you,” I said, pressing a quick kiss to Spencer’s cheek. “And thank you so much.”

“Be careful,” Spencer said, a small smile on his face as I left the room. I looked back at him smile. Even though he never said it, I liked to assume “be careful” was just his way of saying “I love you”.

“Stay safe at work, and call me if you got an away case, please,” I said, not wanting a repeat last week, where I came back to an empty home only to find out Spencer was all the way in California.

“I will,” he assured, sparing me one last smile before I left the apartment.

The resturant, as I predicted, felt as cold as a Alaskan winter night. I pulled my blazer closer to me as I wove through cloth table scattered about the dimly lit dining room until I found my mom sitting at a booth against the wall.

She was squinting at the drinks menu when she saw me and gasped. Mom stood up and hurriedly brought me into a bone crushing hug. “I missed you so so much, sweetie,” my mom whispered in my ear while her arms wrapped around me tightly. “Oh how have you been?”

“Good,” I said, awkwardly scooting into the booth. “Um, how’re you? And dad? And…” I wanted to avoid bringing up the topic of my brother so soon. “…everyone else?”

“Me and your dad are doing great. He’s still thriving in retirement, even picked up growing his own tomatoes,” Mom said. I scrunched up my face at the mention of the disgusting fruit. “Oh trust me, I know,” she chuckled.

A waiter strode over, smiling politely at me and Mom. “Hello, my name is Issac. Can I get you two lovely ladies started off with something to drink?” He asked, his attention immediately turning to me. My mom threw me a look that I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes at.

“I’ll have water with lemon,” my mom said.

“Diet Dr. Pepper for me.” The waiter nodded curtly as he scribbled down our orders, gracefully walking off. My mom grinned at me and I sighed. “What?” I whispered.

“He’s cute,” my mom said, wiggling her eye brows. I rolled my eyes, leaning back. In her defense, she didn’t know I was dating anyone. But still, her desperation for me to find someone to get married to would always be uncomfortable.

“He is,” I said, trying to change the subject quickly. “What are you planning on getting?” I looked over the menu stuffed full of expensive Italian dishes, going down a list of pastas.

“Oh I don’t know, I might just go the basic route of spaghetti and meatballs,” Mom hummed. “What about you?”

“I might get this tortellini plate,” I said. “But switch the cheese ones with mushroom ones.” Mom pursed her lips, squinting at the menu.

“Now I don’t know what to get…it all sounds so good…”

I smiled, before Issac came over and slid our drinks in front of us alongside a small basket of lightly salted breadsticks. I took a deep breath, savoring the warmth and the fresh salty smell of the bread.

“You two ready to order?” Issac asked, pulling his miniature notepad out his apron. I looked at my mom, who just gestured for me to go first while she continued to look over the menu.

“Well, I’ll have the Tortellini plate,” I said, smiling up at Issac. “But can you swap out the cheese Tortellini with the mushroom ones?”

“Of course,” he answered, turning to my mom. “And you, ma’am?” My mom gave the menu one last look over before nodding.

“I’ll have the…Bombolotti all’Amatriciana,” my mom said slowly, trying her best to pronounce the dish.

“Two wonderful choices,” Issac said as he took up the menus. “Especially the Tortellini. The mushroom one is my favorite,” he chuckled, slipping some curly blond hair behind his ear.

As Issac walked off, my mom swatted my arm with a grin. “He’s into you.”

“Or he’s just being polite,” I said, taking a drink of my soda. “And besides, he’s not my type.”

“Oh and what would that type be?” My mom asked, leaning forward on her elbow.

I sighed. “I’m just not gonna date right now.”

“Why?” My mom asked, pursing her lips as she sipped on her water. “I was already married and had a kid at your age.”

“Mom, that was you, I’m not ready for that type of…stuff. I may not ever be ready.”

“Oh please, I need a grandkid,” my mom sighed. I pursed my lips and looked to the side, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Why don’t you pressure Jacob into having a kid this much?” I muttered, leaning back against the cushioned seat.

“This isn’t about Jacob, it’s about you,” Mom said, making me scoff. “Way to avoid the question,” I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut. “And at least he’s in a relationship—“

“I’m in a relationship,” I finally said.

“What—since when?” My mom asked.

I sighed. “Almost a year.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t want to. Can’t you accept the fact not everything in my life is your business?” I questioned, leaning onto my elbows as I stared at her.

“I’m your mother—you should at least tell me when you’re dating someone,” she said. “Why wouldn’t you want to?” She was talking like I was crazy and that only made me angrier.

Thankfully, Issac came by with two large plates in hand. He glanced between us and could tell we were in the middle of a quiet argument, so he didn’t linger, and just slid the food in front of us.

As soon as he walked away I leaned over my plate and whispered, “because I didn’t want you to pressure him like you do to me.”

“Don’t be so sensitive,” my mom said, unwrapping the napkin around her utensils. She plunged her fork into the pasta and ate her food as she glared at her plate. “I want to meet him,” she finally said after a moment of silence.

“When he wants to meet you, he will.” I just focused on my food, savoring the mushroom-stuffed pasta. It was better than focusing on my fuming mother, who gripped her fork until her knuckles turned white.

“And here I thought you could at least give me a peaceful lunch—guess I was wrong,” Mom huffed.

“I’m tryin—“

I couldn’t finished before screaming erupted from all around of us—followed by the unmistakable sound of gunshots.

[softhairedhotch]

i stopped writing for a lil sorry y'all i got burnt out lol so here's this fic a few days late comfortember day nine: aftermath

aaron hotchner x male reader you and aaron pretend to be husbands to catch an unsub. word count: 3.1k content/warnings: fake dating, kissing, mentions of violence/weapons, pre-relationship, feeeelings comfortember masterlist here! also on ao3!

the waiter

“You sure you’re ready for this?” Aaron asks, tugging on the fancy blazer Dave had lent him. “We don’t have to do this, remember, there are other options.”

“Oh, yeah?” You reply, adjusting your tie. “And what would those be?”

“We can send Morgan and Reid in. Dave and Morgan? Reid and D–"

“Jesus. Are you sure you want to do this? Seems like you’re tryna find a way out, Hotch.”

He pauses and tilts his head at you. “I never said that. It’s just…”

“Just…?”

But before he can reply, Dave is knocking on the door and walking inside without waiting for a response. “You guys ready? The reservation is in 20 minutes and I know they’d prefer it if you were 5 minutes early.”

“We’re ready, yeah.”

“And I don’t have to remind you two how important it is to stay in character, do I? Pretend to be rich, pretend to be in love, pretend you’re celebrating your wedding anniversary, and everything should go according to plan.”

“Yes, sir!” You say sarcastically, saluting at Dave and laughing when he rolls his eyes. “You gotta trust us, we can do this.”

“Yeah, Dave, it’ll be a piece of cake.”

Dave nods with a smirk. “Sure it will.”

Aaron turns to you. "We can pretend to be in love, right?" 

"Right," you say, breath catching in your throat as you silently pray it’s not clear how much those words affect you. "'Course." 

You both miss the amused look Dave sends you.

Once you’re both dressed to perfection, Derek gives you your earpieces and sends you on your way to the restaurant. As you walk inside, Aaron’s large hand in yours, you keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. You feel out of place as you look around the lavish area, noting how the interior design is made mostly of red and gold to appear more inviting. A few people look at you as you pass by, offering you polite smiles which you return casually. Everyone is a suspect to you and you can’t help but feel on edge.

A sweet woman walks you to the table and Aaron pulls out your chair for you, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple as you smile and take the seat. It makes your stomach tighten and the woman giggles sweetly at the gesture before telling you the waiter will be with you shortly and leaving to greet another couple at the door. Aaron smiles and takes his seat across from you, looking as if he’s about to reach out for you but hesitating. It’s silent for a few moments before you laugh and stand up, moving your chair around the table to sit beside him. 

He raises an eyebrow at you, grinning; you can’t tell if it’s fake or not. “What are you doing?”

“Playing the part,” you reply with your own grin, resting your hand on his arm in a loving gesture. “Can’t exactly speak through subjects across a table when anyone can hear, can we?” A waiter smoothly walks by carrying a few trays and you squeeze Aaron’s wrist. “Shall we order wine too?”

“Of course, love,” Aaron replies, “if that’s what you want.”

Tonight’s going to be much harder than you thought.

After your far-too-expensive food and drinks get to the table, Aaron smiles at you, eyes bright and genuine, and your stomach twists. It feels real… too real. As you stare at him back with just as much love, mind going into overdrive, you catch sight of a man watching you from the back of the room with what can only be described as a sinister look. Before you can even think, you're leaning forward, pressing your lips against Aaron's cheek, and hearing his sharp inhale. "Man in red vest and blue shirt, twelve o'clock. Looks suspicious." 

You nuzzle your nose against Aaron's slightly as you wait for his response, feeling light-headed as the smell of him completely washes over you. "Right…" he breathes, looking completely dumbfounded for a moment before managing to regain his composure and putting on a casual smile, eyes still distant. His lips, to your surprise, find yours for a brief, chaste kiss. "I'll be right back."

He's standing up before you can say anything. This isn't part of the plan, you think to yourself, but there isn't much you can do other than sit politely and pick at your food as you wait for him to get back. 

Derek speaks over your earpiece, asking where Aaron's going as if you can answer, and you’re keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity when the waiter you pointed out before reaches your table. 

"Are you enjoying your food, sir?" He asks with a smile that doesn’t feel natural.

"Yes," you reply, smiling at him. "It's very good." 

"And is your…” he trails off, glancing down at your hand and smirking, “husband enjoying his food? I noticed he left; is something wrong?"

You feel a pit begin to grow in your gut as the man stares at you, confident and polite but with a dark glint in his eye. "No. He just went to the bathroom, he'll be back in a minute. Thank you for checking, though.”

“Of course, sir, I’ll leave you be.”

As he walks away, you keep an eye on him. He walks with a small limp, something that you had put in the profile a few days ago, and your heart hammers in your chest. “You think that’s him?” Derek asks over your earpiece. You pick up your fork with your left hand, a signal that tells him yes, you do, now get me outta here, and you hear him huff out a humourless laugh. “Okay, pretty boy. Just remain calm and enjoy the rest of your date with Hotch.”

“Rest of my–” you catch yourself saying before you can stop yourself, covering it up with a cough as someone glances at you.

“Mhm. You didn’t think we’d pull you out the moment we figured out who it was, did you? That’d be suspicious, man.” There’s a smirk obvious in his voice and he laughs. “Don’t have too much fun.”

And then it falls silent, Derek switching off his mic. You silently curse to yourself as Aaron takes a seat beside you. He gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I didn’t realise I needed the bathroom until that moment.”

“Maybe you should slow down on the wine, yeah?”

His hand, already raising the almost empty glass of expensive wine to his lips, pauses and he gives you another sheepish smile. “Right. Yeah. Just…”

“Nervous?

Aaron blinks. “You could say that.” He picks up his fork and takes a small bite of food, looking awkward for another moment before his face completely changes and he gives you a smile, dimple and all, that has your heart hammering wildly in your chest. “This food’s really good.”

“That’s to be expected when the food’s this expensive.”

“That’s what you’d think but I once went to a gala that had these really expensive entrees that tasted… well, bad. And they gave me food poisoning for a week.”

“Really? Please tell me you took that week off from work.”

He grimaces. “I should have, but I didn’t. Wasn’t pleasant.”

“Oh, Aaron,” you sigh, reaching out to grab at his wrist. “You need to start taking care of yourself.”

“I know,” he mutters. “That’s what I have you for though, isn’t it?” He takes your hand in his and you feel the blush spread across your neck and cheeks at the warmth of it. Someone brushes past behind you and out of the corner of your eye you can tell it’s the unsub. Aaron gives you a look to tell you to play along, although you realise it wouldn’t take much convincing to have you in a situation like this with him in the first place. “I’m so glad I met you.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Me too. You mean a lot to me, and I’m so glad I met you that day at…” you trail off, knowing you can’t say what you actually mean, even when you want to mention how you met on a murder case that ended up being the reason for your recruitment at the BAU. “At that park. If your dog hadn’t run up to mine…”

“I know,” he grins, biting his lip to stifle it. The waiter still dawdles behind you, acting as if he’s clearing the empty table nearby. “I guess we’ll forever have to thank Hazel for putting us together, huh?” 

“And Piper,” you reply, running your hand over his and smiling at him. Your stomach tightens when he leans close and laughs a sweet laugh. “We’re getting ahead of ourselves, though, sweetheart. We should eat our food before we start reminiscing on these past few years, hm?” 

“I guess you’re right,” he chuckles, moving back and leaving you suddenly cold. “I just like talking with you.”

“We’ll have many more years to talk in the future, honey.”

A soft laugh from behind you pulls you from the moment and you risk a glance to see the unsub walking away with a smirk on his face that makes your stomach churn. Instead of focusing on him, however, you turn back to your food and begin to eat, knowing that your team is there to keep watch.

After almost an hour of food, wine, small talk, laughter, and more wine, you and Aaron finally finish up with the date-not-date. You call for the bill and as you stand, Aaron trips over his feet and stumbles into you. Catching him in your arms easily, you can't help but laugh at him. 

"Don't laugh," he says, chuckling himself. "I'm just a little…" 

"Drunk?" 

He straightens up, placing one front in front of the other and immediately leaning back against you for support. "You could say that."

You smile at him, feeling your face flush at the closeness of his beside yours. Patting his firm chest twice, you begin to walk toward the doors. "Come on, honey, let's get you home, yeah?" 

"Mhm, wanna go home with you so bad." 

Your stomach drops at the 'admission'. As you tug him out of the door, thanking the man who holds it open for you, you can feel eyes on the back of your head. All the hairs on your neck and arms stand up and the familiar sense of danger curls deep in your stomach. Aaron follows your lead, arm slung lazily over your shoulder, rounding the corner with you. 

Once you're both out of sight of the restaurant and hidden away in an alleyway, Aaron pulls away from you and straightens up with ease. You feel cold at the loss of contact, instinctively wrapping your arms around yourself. 

"That went as well as it could have," Aaron says, suddenly sober and professional. "He should be coming after us anytime soon." 

"Right, yeah," you reply, before speaking into the mic attached to your shirt. "You got eyes on the unsub, Morgan?" 

"Seems he's making a sneaky escape out the back door," he replies, voice crackling over your earpiece. "He's heading your way now."

"Ready to win an oscar, Hotch?"

Aaron grimaces. "Don't." 

A smirk makes its way to your lips despite the dread pooling in your stomach. "You don't think this is gonna be fun?" 

Aaron pulls you close to him and wraps his arms around your waist. You gasp, looking up at him to see his eyes glued to your lips and he's flushed a pretty pink. "I never said that." 

"He's gonna be with you guys any second now," Derek says. “Get into position.”

Taking that as his cue, Aaron pushes you against the closest wall and leans in close, his lips hardly brushing yours. Your heart hammers wildly in your chest and all you want to do is close the gap but you can't. There's no need to kiss him when it looks like you already are from an outsider's perspective. But surely if you casually tilt your head as if to look over his shoulder and your lips happen to meet his… that'll be acceptable, right? It can be classed as a mistake, can't it? 

Before you can stop yourself, your lips are pressing against his and he's gasping into the kiss. Time seems to stretch on forever at that moment, your heart completely coming to a stop as your mind buzzes, and then he's pushing his mouth against yours in desperation. His lips are blindingly hot against yours and you feel like you might pass out then and there.

It's over the moment your heart starts beating again, Aaron pulling back and turning with his gun in hand and pointing it at the unsub all in one swift motion. Your own gun is in your hands due to pure instinct alone, pointing toward the man a few feet away with a terrifyingly large machete in hand. 

"FBI," Aaron says, voice sharp, "drop your weapon." 

"I wasn't gonna do anything, man," says the waiter, taking a few steps back in fear. "I was just…" 

You snort. "Taking your machete out for a walk?" 

Derek runs around the corner at that moment, the rest of the team following suit. They're quick to arrest the unsub, Emily carting him toward the cop car that rolls up beside the alleyway as Dave smirks at you and Aaron as if he knows something you don't. 

The next three hours are spent interviewing the waiter, confirming he's the serial killer, dealing with paperwork and press, and sending him to be locked away. It's a whirlwind of time that passes in what feels like seconds and soon enough you find yourself back at the hotel, unsure of what to do. 

You and the rest of the team are stuck in the state for the night and you feel restless. The night catches up to you and, despite being exhausted, you can't stop replaying every look and touch and word that you shared with Aaron. 

And the kiss. 

Fuck, the kiss. 

Feeling as though you should apologise, you're up and on your feet and out of your hotel room before you can think it through. You walk down the hallway, take a sharp left, and quickly find yourself nearing Aaron's hotel door. You raise your fist to knock but it's no use–the door is already opening and Aaron is standing there staring at you in surprise. 

"Hi," you say, feeling rather stupid. 

"Hello." 

The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds, unable to speak.

"We should talk, shouldn't we?" You finally supply. 

"Yes."

"Can I come in?" 

Aaron hesitates but only for a moment. "'Course." 

The moment the door closes behind the both of you and you're alone with him in the small room, you're suddenly aware of what could happen. Of what you want to happen. It makes you more nervous than you’d like to admit.

"I shouldn't have kissed you," you blurt out before you can chicken out. "That was… unprofessional." 

"It was," he replies bluntly. "Although I initiated it." 

"Well…" Yeah, you couldn't argue with that. "So… we good?" 

"Yeah," he breathes out, reaching out to shake your hand. "We are." 

You sigh in relief and take his hand in yours, smiling at him and thanking every star in the universe for not being put in his bad books. But as you shake his hand, feeling the warmth emanating from him, you're drawn closer and closer until you're standing so close you're sure your noses could brush against each other. 

"Hotch?" You ask, voice hardly a whisper.

"Hm?"

"Would it be stupid if we kissed again?" 

"Yes." 

"But we're going to, right?" 

"Yes." 

You press your lips against his immediately, feeling him melt against you as all tension dissipates from his body. His hands find your back, one sliding up and over your shoulder as the other rubs gentle circles over your shirt, and you wrap your arms around his neck. The kiss is soft and sweet but there's an underlying desperation to it, lighting your veins on fire. 

Aaron pulls back abruptly.  “We shouldn’t do this,” he whispers against your lips, large hands moving to hold your face close to his. He’s breathless, with a light blush on his cheeks, and his eyes are half-closed. “We… we shouldn’t.”

You press your lips against his again and he reciprocates immediately, pulling you back into him. “We should,” you say into the kiss. “What’s the harm?”

“I’m your boss. People will talk.”

“Then let them.”

"But–" 

"Aaron, if you try to make another excuse, I'll walk out and never bring this up again. I wanna kiss you, I don't wanna feel like you're not enjoying this as much as I am." 

That shuts him up immediately and his lips are back against yours with more ferocity and passion. His hands remain on your cheeks, holding you as if you might break.

"I've been wanting to do this forever," he mutters against your lips, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. "Ever since I saw you take down Elliott Davies." 

"That was the second case we worked together." 

"I know." 

You laugh against his lips, kissing for a few moments longer before pulling back and smiling at him. "Is this really something you're interested in pursuing?" 

Aaron seems to struggle to process the question for a moment, eyes glazing over as he thinks, but he eventually gives you one of his rare smiles, dimples and all. "Yeah, it is."

"Even though you'll have to do a bunch of paperwork?" 

He exhales dramatically, resting his forehead against yours even as he pretends to be annoyed. "Never mind, no longer interested. Already have enough of that to last me a lifetime."

"What if I told you I'd split it with you?" 

"Would you really?" 

"Well… no, but–" 

"I thought we were having a romantic moment there," he pouts, his eyes sparkling as he laughs.

"But I would. If I meant I could spend more time with you." 

"Oh, there we go," he whispers, grinning as he kisses you again. "That's what I like to hear." 

"Paperwork is only fun when you're with someone else, yeah?" 

"Exactly," he nods, kissing you again. And again. And once more for good measure. "Now, what say we get some rest and pick this back up in the morning once we're home and rested up? We can discuss it all officially then." 

"That sounds nice. I hope you mean over coffee though, and not over paperwork." 

He laughs. "What about coffee and paperwork?" 

You drop your head on his shoulder with a groan, shoulders shaking as you begin to laugh. He laughs along with you and soon enough the two of you are unable to stop laughing. 

"Who would have thought this would be the aftermath of catching a serial killer?" You ask. 

"Hm, I don't know," he shrugs, "it's passed my mind a few times." 

"As well as dealing with paperwork together?" 

He laughs. "Wouldn't wanna do anything else." 

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[eleni-cherie]

a thief's origin✨ || bts • kth - chapter 0.6

"you're afraid I won't wait." "I'm afraid you will."

a criminal and a doctor should be as different as the sun and the moon - but unexpected things happened every day. like him finding his safe haven in her.

© 2024 | eleni_cherie

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— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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The inside of the embassy looked much like the outside let assume.

Fancy furniture with tasteful vases and decoration, wallpaper-covered walls and paintings hanging on them. A big mirror placed across from the entrance hall caught their attention, seeing themselves in it when entering. Their eyes lingered on their reflection a little longer. They looked like actually belonging there along with the other guests.

Taehyung gently guided her to the direction string music was heard from, following the other attendees inside. As they entered the ball room, she let the blazer fall from her shoulders, returning it to him.

"So, what's the plan?" Cassandra whispered, eyeing everyone around them eagerly as he put it back on. "Eavesdropping on a diplomat? Observing the guests? Keeping track of the security? I counted five guards nearby so far."

He chuckled at how serious she was taking her role, flattening the collar of his shirt. "First, I have to meet the guys. They sneaked in my gun, so I gotta get it from them."

Right, made sense. He couldn't have sneaked it in with the metal detector at the entrance.

"Oh okay, and what am -"

"You'll take your seat at our designated table and wait, okay?" Before she could even revolt, Taehyung tapped his in-ear and pivoted towards the back of the room only to disappear in the sea of well-dressed people.

Cassandra huffed, taking a handful of tulle into her fists before trotting to the direction of the tables at the side. The invitation said she'd be at table 16 and soon she spotted the card with the number. And the place card with her fake name on it.

Ms Cassandra Vasques. A fake research scientist in the medical field.

At least the field of profession wasn't so far off. Probably chosen on purpose by Jimin to minimize the potential of her blowing her cover. A medical researcher was easier than pretending being an international lawyer or engineer.

With disappointment spreading inside her, she took a seat and propped her chin into her palm. As if her insecurities hadn't been enough, now she was left to sit there alone like a loser. Besides, she could swear the old lady in her dark blue dress sitting at the table next to hers was scrunching her nose at her. Great.

Cassandra's arms instinctively folded in front of her in an attempt to cover the décoleté, although she could spot some other ladies with similar deep necklines or daring side-cuts while still managing looking classy.

She dragged a breath when sensing someone approaching her. A waiter from the look of his red vest and the silver tablet he was holding.

"May I take your order?"

"Red wine and.. and any cocktail you have with blue curacao, please." The waiter rose a mildly startled brow but only gave her a bow before leaving again.

If she had to go through this night feeling like a fool she might at least enjoy herself with a cocktail. She rarely got to drink any, so might as well tonight.

The drinks arrived soon and she immediately took a few sips of the deep light blue drink. Contently wiggling her shoulders when tasting the sweet-sour taste.

Unsure if much time passed or she simply drank too quickly, something she tended to unfortunately despite a cocktail's high alcohol percentage, her drink had eventually reached the lower half of the glass.

She felt a light buzz taking over, her mind beginning to float lightly and a sheepish smile plastered over her lips as she observed the people dancing to the string quartet's music in the dimly lit ballroom. Making her head sway to its rhythm, mimicking their movements.

She wasn't drunk, nor really tipsy. She had only begun to loosen up a little when she decided to take another sip before checking her make-up, just in case. The small pocket mirror in her purse coming in handy, she noticed that of course some of the the brownish-red lipstick had faded by now and she attempted to fix it with the lipstick she'd bought, when the reflexion of something black appeared behind her. Her eyes narrowed and in a mindless move, she turned her head and let the lipstick disappear back inside the purse.

Taehyung was standing behind her, having returned and now glancing down at her with a soft grin on his face. His hand stretched out towards her.

She looked at it suspiciously, making him laugh under his breath.

"May I have this dance?"

Cassandra shrugged, not try hiding she was sulky of him abandoning her among strangers. All her social awkwardness she thought she'd left behind in university, resurfacing after all in an unknown environment.

"Sure, but I have no clue how to dance."

Taehyung noticed her sullen mood but decided not to go into it and instead make up for his, admittedly, unpolite behaviour.

"You're lucky I don't mind you stepping on my feet."

Somehow this along with his boyish naive smile managed coaxing out a small laugh from her after all and her expression softened. Usually she wasn't so fast in giving in, but he made it easy.

Eventually, she placed her hand in his bigger one and let his fingers close around it and Taehyung gently pulled her up from her seat. Leading her through the crowd, until they reached the centre of the dancefloor. A clear vision of the band playing on the stage. Along with a clear sight on the French embassandor. Cassandra looked behind her to see what he was looking at and recognised the man. She hadn't attended totally unprepared after all, having looked up photos of him and his wife online, remembering Taehyung's task - which naively enough also in some way felt like hers, too - to keep an eye on the embassandor and warn the others if he attempted to leave and go upstairs.

Another couple bumped into her, not paying attention while dancing and she redirected her focus on Taehyung. He held her hand firmly, his other arm loosely wrapped around her waist. Pulling her closer in the narrow space, to prevent her from bumping into another person. And Cassandra swallowed at the almost non-existent gap between their chests.

"You have something.. there." He gestured to the corner of his lips and she frowned for a moment before realising she must've smudged the lipstick when seeing him behind her. And she cursed under her breath because of course, her clumsiness just never gave her a break.

"Wait, I -" She attempted to let go and get her purse but his thumb was already wiping off the faint smudge and she paused startled. Her eyes blinking rapidly. "T-thanks."

He nodded, his hand going back to holding hers as they began to move among the others.

"I really don't know how to dance, I wasn't joking," she mumbled embarrassed as she felt her feet almost tripping with every move, glancing up at him with an apologetical smile. He only breathed out a chuckle and she felt her skin tingling where his hands were laying on her. 

"Just follow the rhythm." His mellow voice almost drowning in the soft melody around them.

It was so strange. Like a fever-dream. Swaying with him among strangers who were most likely by far more important and wealthy than her. She felt like Cinderella. A poor maid in disguise at the king's ball, dancing with prince charming himself.

And as they kept moving, her body following his eloquent moves, she felt the tingle develop into a burning, spreading on every inch of her skin like wildfire. And she wasn't sure if it was the liquor, opening her blood vessels on its surface, or the warmth of his touch that caused it.

There had always been an attraction simmering under the surface for Taehyung, she couldn't deny that. It'd been there four years ago when she'd first met him and it'd still been there over a year ago when meeting him again.

However, Cassandra had never dared to see him as more than a friend before, knowing it would've been pointless with their vastly different lives.

But moving along his lead under the sparkling lights of the dimlit room in such close proximity along with the palm of his hand leaving her waist to lay flat right at the ribbon on her lower back, made her feel deezy.

Right now, her mind had completely shut down and all she could hear was her beating heart putting her skin on fire and all she could see was his dark irises, getting lost in their depth - along with that damn lonely curl on his forehead.

She was an internist. She knew the neuro-biology behind attraction, inflatuation, sex and even the feeling of love.

Neurotransmitters, hormones, endorphines.

At the end, it all came down to serotonine, dopamine, β-endorphine and noradrenaline.

She also knew, however, that this cocktail of messengers alone would only cause a feeling of happiness, lust and content, no deeper feelings. It was humans themselves putting meanings into them. And right now, Taehyung was causing her neurological system to have a complete meltdown.

His hand slid off from her lower back then and he stepped back, making her spin before stepping in and catching her again. And she held her breath for a moment before giggling, seeing an equal amused glint in his eyes. His hand finding her waist again. "Would've never guessed you'd be such a good dancer," she teased. Her natural response to distract from her flustered face.

He shrugged non-chalantly, spinning her again. Her giggles making him smile while he glanced above people's heads. Spotting the embassandor talking with other guests next to a pillar at the side.

"Picked up some moves at all these sleazy parties we attended."

"Mhm, to dance with all the pretty girls I see.." she grinned.

He only breathed a laugh, his attention back to Cassandra. Sensing her hand gliding from his chest to his back. Briefly brushing over the pistol grip that stuck out from the waistband and pressed onto his lower back under the suit jacket.

A slower song began playing and she leaned her head against his shoulder to rest her - surely alcohol-induced - spinning head. And they began moving slower. His breathing hitching along with their movement.

Her eyes closed then and she let herself take in the feeling of Taehyung holding her in his broad arms like this. Forgetting completely where they were and why. For just a minute, she wanted to be in a bubble of her own instead.

Taehyung smiled to himself, pressing his cheek against her sweet-scented curls.

The bare curve of her back fit perfectly under his fingertips and he wondered if that was even possible or if he just made things up by now. Like the aching in his chest and the cloudiness of his mind at the feeling of Cassandra's delicate body swinging in his arms.

"No, you're the only pretty one so far."

His thoughts mindlessly slipped out of his lips, not meant to actually be said out loud. And the thief realised he had to snap out of whatever this was he was letting himself get lost in.

They were only there as a cover so he could keep an eye out for the job.

And moreover, Cassandra was a friend. A dear friend. One of those friends you didn't need to see every day to know they were there. A friend who, no matter how much time apart, it would always feel like not even a day had passed by since the last time you'd joked with them. No matter how far away, they still cared for you. And you for them.

That was the kind of friend Cassandra was to him. A special one. He knew, after all, that a friendship like this wasn't a given. Especially considering his busy and beyond legal life.

So no, he couldn't allow himself to feel anything beyond that. He couldn't allow himself to dwell or surrender to that looming feeling. Or the way his chest contracted irregularly when sensing her fingers fisting his suit jacket when hearing his words.

Cassandra's heart skipped a beat at his warm breath brushing over her ear and she swallowed. She wanted to believe she knew him well enough to know he'd never say something ingenuine, he wasn't the type to wrap others around his finger just for fun.

"Glad my dress is 'fitting' enough," she quietly joked, reciting his previous choice of words to ease the sudden tension between them. His chest vibrating against her cheek.

"Mh, green is my favourite colour."

Her eyes fluttered open at this and she slightly heaved her head to look at him.

"You're lucky, then," she smirked, "If it was available in blue or red, I'd have chosen them instead."

"Huh." His lips shaped a small grin. "Are these your favourite colours? Blue and red?"

"Mhm, and their pastel shades."

He nodded, licking over his suddenly dry lips. "Yeah, I can see that. Emeralds, sapphires, rubies.."

She faked offence with a pout then to keep herself from blushing. "No diamonds?"

For a moment, he simply stared at her dark-frame eyes, mesmerized and perhaps a bit bewitched by their intenser look that night. "Diamonds are awfully common, they wouldn't suit you," he said matter-of-factly as they danced in a circle. The song changing into a more up-beat one. "They just became popular thanks to good PR."

Her lips formed a small 'o'. "Really? I didn't know that." Intentionally dismissing the subtle compliment between his words - unsure if she could handle herself otherwise - she was surprised by this information, seeing him nod.

She hummed then, looking away for a second before giving him an amused smile.

"Wow, what good promo can do. So no diamonds then.. good thing I was never a big fan of them anyway."

His brows rose, not having expected that as most people were, thanks to aforementioned advertisement.

"No?"

"No, though there's one exception.."

Now he was intrigued. "And what would that be?"

Her lips curled and she bit back a cheeky grin. "I wouldn't say no to a pink diamond like the Pink Panther."

At this Taehyung couldn't help but burst out laughing with a chesty sound. Of course she'd be referring to a classic heist film, he thought. His head falling back before he tried containing himself as a few people around them already glanced in utter bewilderment at his sudden amusement.

Flashing her a square grin then, still chuckling. "A pink diamond would suit you indeed."

Cassandra smiled contently and placed her head back onto his shoulder. Feeling her cheeks warm. "Thank you."

His glance left her then and instead wandered up, looking around in the sea of important people and to the direction of his main person of interest. Only to freeze, coming to an abrupt halt.

The embassandor was gone from his spot and nowhere to be seen.

Dammit, he wasn't able to spot him.

Cassandra frowned, mirrowing his expression. "What h-"

"Come," he said in a stern tone and tugged at her hand. Rushing out of the crowd. "I lost sight of him," he explained over his shoulder when reaching the spot he had last seen him at.

Her eyes widening in mild panic as well, now also frantically looking around.

With quick steps, he held her close to him as they left the ball room. His eyes intense and it worried her, the last time she'd seen that expression on them was when they'd been chased through Barcelona half a year ago.

He scanned their surroundings, his eyes seemingly a shade darker and he tapped his in-ear transmitter then. "Guys? Stay alert, I lost sight of him."

"What?" Jimin's raised voice was heard from the other line. "How? Weren't you paying attention?"

"I-" He briefly peeked at Cassandra. Feeling disappointed in himself for acting like a noob and letting himself get distracted. "I shortly lost focus," he eventually muttered.

"Yeah, can imagine with what," his friend chuckled then and he felt his cheeks turning red.

"We're almost done," Yoongi spoke up then, "Just make sure he isn't entering his office in the next ten minutes."

"Got it."

According to the blueprint, the office was in the second floor, at the end of the left corridor. Right there where Jimin and Yoongi were located at right now.

He took a last glance into the ball room, ensuring he hadn't missed him.

"Can you see him?"

Cassandra shook her head. "No, but I can see his wife. Wait."

Before Taehyung even realised she had left his side, she was already walking up to the embassandor's wife, a blond woman in her forties in a deep lavender-coloured dress currently holding a martini while chatting with another woman. Only when he saw her green dress flowing a few metres away from him, he realised what she was planning to do. His eyes widening, about to run after her and hold her back when the blonde turned and smiled at Cassandra. The three women began to chat away for a moment. Cassandra giggling at something the brunette woman in the blue dress said, bowing at her before walking back to him.

Already spotting Taehyung's inquiring look. "What did you-"

"Her husband apparently lost his cufflink and went to replace it with another pair in his office. He's supposed to deliver a speech in fifteen minutes and didn't want to do it without it."

"How did-"

She shrugged, cutting him off. "I just introduced myself with the fake name and explained my work in the medical field. The other woman was the leader of a women's health organisation, I recognised her. So it was easy to strike a conversation. Then I casually wondered where the gala's host was and she told me."

His lips parted, taken aback by how smoothly she obtained the information, almost reminding him of the other smooth-talker he knew, Jimin. However, something else caught his attention then.

"Office you said?"

She nodded.

Fck.

He slid off his suit jacket, wrapping it around her shoulder. "Wait outside for me, okay?"

"Wh-why? Where are you going?"

"Saving their asses."

And with that he ran off, leaving her back. Again. If she didn't know better she'd have thought he was Cinderella and it was close to midnight.

Holding his blazer tightly, Cassandra went back to the ball room, passing by the dancing crowd and towards their table where she picked up her purse before making her way out of the stuffy atmosphere. Past the foyer with the big mirror which she intentionally ignored and exiting the building, the cool night air hitting her heated skin.

- Heated from the drinks and the heat from so many people in the room of course.

At least there were also other guests lingering around there. Some only now arriving, others gathered in small groups for a smoke.

She held the suit jacket closer to herself when she felt several pairs of eyes on her, stepping more to the side where she hopefully wouldn't gain any attention. And she waited.

Usually, she wasn't someone who liked being in the dark, but she understood this wasn't a common situation for her. Her only role was to get Taehyung in, nothing else. She was supposed to stay out of trouble. So she tried actually listening this time and simply let him do his job.

However, after awhile she felt bored and didn't know what exactly to do with herself, so she observed other guests when suddenly faint pop-sounds echoed above her.

She glanced up, unable spotting anything out of the ordinary that could've caused it. It seemed like nobody else had heard it though, most likely due to the loud background noises of chatter and music.

Minutes passed and she grew more impatient while waiting outside in the chilly air, another sound being heard then. This time it was a creaking from around the corner.

The young woman tensed, again no one else but her having heard it. Sparkling her curiosity once again, she turned around the corner only to be almost hit by someone landing right in front of her on the grass. And she squealed, clutching her purse tightly until realising it was none other than Taehyung who had appeared out of nowhere.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered in a hiss as he brushed over his black dress shirt. His hair dishevelled by now.

He quickly pressed a finger to his lips then, shushing her. And with wonderous eyes she observed him sliding the magnum out from between his waistband along with a small cylinder. Screwing it onto the gun barrel. Next, he pressed himself against the wall, peeking around the corner and aiming at the side-building on the opposite side of the courtyard.

He knew they were at a blind spot which the guards couldn't spot, but if he leaned out too much he'd be caught by them so he had to act quick and careful.

His tongue slightly darted out as he focused, firing one precise shot at a window in the first floor then. Everyone present stirred up at the shilling sound and the security from the entrance immediately rushed inside. The people who had been outside in the courtyard all looked up at the window while raising their voices in confusion. Confused mumbles about what it could've been, some guessing a stone having been thrown. No one having guessed a gunshot as the silencer prevented it creating a loud enough noise for the to hear with the background buzzing.

Content by their reactions, Taehyung tapped his in-ear then. "Quick."

At his command, Yoongi's head followed by Jimin's appeared out of the window in the second floor. And the two began climbing out the windowsill to slid down the gutter pipe. Half-way through though they slipped and landed in the bushes beneath them, with butts first.

Taehyung and Cassandra stifling a  laugh at the hilarious sight.

"Haha funny."

"Well, quite an elegant way to go," Yoongi chuckled in self-irony as he picked leaves out of his hair.

"Something that wouldn't have happened if someone had done his job correctly," Jimin coughed then. A knowing smirk on his lips as he glanced at Taehyung from the corner of his eye. Before the younger one could counter something though, he already waved him off. "Anyway. Let's get out of here before they notice."

They nodded, Taehyung turning to her then. "Cas, wait at the gate for a few minutes. We'll get the car and pick you up."

"Wh-"

"Just trust me, okay?"

She swallowed at his look of appeal and nodded. Watching them sneak behind the bushes to the very back of the high metal fence, which immedietally subjected to Yoongi's katana as if it was nothing but butter under a knife. And the three escaped from the hole and into the night.

Perplexed and a little unsure, Cassandra slowly walked out and making sure no one had seen her appearing from behind the corner when she heard loud voices coming from the open window in the second floor. Security probably having entered the office.

Acting as if she hadn't had a clue about what had gone down, she innocently walked across the courtyard and through the corridor to the entrance. The grip around Taehyung's suit jacket firm when she entered the chill night at the open street. Even humming while letting her gaze wonder around, pretending she didn't notice any of the uproar from inside the building. Glancing at her imaginary watch then, she acted as if she was waiting for someone and they were late which technically was true.

Finally, the familiar black limousine appeared in front of her and she hurried to the backseat where Yoongi greeted her with a nod. And they drove off.

"Alright. What even happened?" she asked then, a rush of adrenaline still running through her veins as she began shifting in her seat and glancing at each of them.

Taehyung dragged out a tired breath from the passenger seat, recalling the events of the past twenty minutes. How the embassandor had indeed been heading to his office. How Taehyung had to knock out a security guard to create a commotion in the first floor for the embassandor and his security to go check out. And then him escaping by climbing out the window before they reached the source. "Nothing."

Cassandra blinked with a scoff. "Nothing? Seriously now?"

"Just had to do create a little distraction."

Was that the noise she had heard? "What distraction?"

He smirked into his palm that was propping up his chin. "Oh, you know. Had to get a little creative." By basically making his own firecrackers.

"Don't worry, love, no one saw us and we got what we were there for," Jimin smiled brightly from behind the steering wheel, glancing at her in the rear-view window before adding with a wink, "Nice dress, by the way. I can see why Taehyungie got so distracted."

Taehyung's brows rose at this, his hand slipping from his chin. He probably would've fought his friend if he hadn't been driving right now, surpassing cars at speed limit.

"This had nothing to do with anything," he said with a scowl, keeping his voice calm and unphased. Cassandra only folded her lips, nodding to ensure she believed him. His attention then returning to Jimin. "And you, can you not flirt with any female for just five minutes?"

He was just glad he had offered her his blazer so they didn't actually get to see the whole dress or otherwise Jimin wouldn't have stopped pestering her.

He heard the master thief groan in annoyance then. His gleeful mood by their successful stunt, sullening with Taehyung's irrational agitation. "Man, chill. She looks good, that's all I said."

"It's alright, seriously," Cassandra giggled bemused by their quarreling, patting Taehyung's shoulder reassuringly from the back. She leaned over between the seats then to flash Jimin an appreciating grin. "And thanks. Wasn't quite sure about it so I'm glad someone likes it."

Jimin's eyes widened at this, peeking at Taehyung dumbfounded. "Don't tell me I'm the only one who complimented you tonight."

"Well," she laughed under her breath and sat back, "I also heard it'd be 'fitting' for the occasion. I took that as a compliment."

"I-it definitely was," Taehyung assured, earning an eye-roll from Jimin who found him unbelievable.

"You do look good," Yoongi spoke up then from beside her. Giving her a small encouraging smile, which she reciprocated happily.

"Thank you, Yoongi!" It felt great to hear all these compliments, even if it was just out of politeness.

Her eyes briefly wandered to the passenger seat then, lingering there a moment when an inaudible sigh escaped her. Adverting her eyes from him then and instead looking out at the passing buildings across the illuminated Danubian bank.

As they turned into a side-street and away from the river, Jimin's phone vibrated in his pocket. Cassandra didn't really think much of it, but Yoongi and Taehyung exchanged an alerted glance. There were only two reasons someone would call him after all.

Either it was Arabella, wanting to persuade him into helping her out again or it was interpol being on their tail.

Honestly, they didn't know which one was the worse trouble.

By the light scowl on Jimin's face, though, and the lack of flirting and heart-eyes while speaking to the caller, it was most likely not Arabella.

"Alright, thanks dear," he said then and ended the call. A groan leaving his lips before he faced them with an uneasy laugh. "Well, seems like pops found our hide-out. The nice old neighbour called me. I'd asked her to let me know if someone showed up and she said some tall, handsome guys with trenchcoats were questioning them."

"Sounds like pops and his entourage," Yoongi nodded, being glad Jimin was charming enough to convince nice old ladies to help them out and inform them if cops showed up, "How far is the airport?"

"Pops? You mean that interpol agent?" Cassandra's eyes grew twice in size when recalling that nickname, "He found you here? How?"

They shrugged. "That's his job, after all. He'd quite suck if he didn't do it right occasionally," Jimin chuckled, taking a sharp turn and earning some honking from other drivers.

"You think it'd be smart to head to the airport now though?" Taehyung wondered out loud then, "Last time they were already surveillancing all airports and stations. Maybe we should just head to another city and lay low instead."

"You got a point," Jimin agreed then, "But then we gotta change cars. They'll probably soon find out about this one."

"Crap."

They fell silent and Cassandra looked around. "Well, how about you hide somewhere like my hotel room for the night and then think of something in the morning? I mean, no one will search you there, right?"

They perked up, Taehyung instantly shaking his head. "No. You already got enough involved."

"But no one knows that yet," she deadpanned, making his jaw clench. "No one will find you there."

"She got a point.."

"No, she doesn't," he protested in vain. He knew she was right, but he simply couldn't accept that.

"Alright, you got another idea then?"

"The one I suggested."

"You forget that last time they were also barricading the main roads in and out the city," Yoongi countered then, "So got any other idea?"

He didn't.

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Thankfully, and much to Taehyung's relief, they didn't have to actually all cramp in Cassandra's hotel room since the room next door was unoccupied. It was easy for them to pick the old lock after sneaking into the building from an open window without anyone noticing that they were even there. The perks of old, small hotels.

When they parted, Cassandra's body was still buzzing from the gala. The exhilarating feeling not having fully subdued yet.

After entering her dark room, she first freed her feet from the stilettos and kicked them as far away as possible, not wanting to ever see them again. However, she didn't feel like taking off her dress as well yet and shedding off the elegant feeling of the night so soon.

It was still fairly early, not even midnight yet, and she decided to sit outside at the small balcony for a moment to cool down and recall the last few hours. Taking one of her jackets with her as she'd already returned Taehyung's blazer.

It was silent in the backyard of the hotel, save for the faint melody of music coming from an open window somewhere. The little tables in its centre sitting lonely among trees and bushes.

It was ironic in a way, how no one out there could imagine what had happened on the other side of the city that night. As if it was a parallel universe.

Standing there for awhile enjoying the peaceful silence and reliving the evening in her head - while intentionally not dwelling too much on specific moments, or feelings - she  decided to go back inside. It was getting cold, even with her thick jacket on, and a sudden exhaustion overcame her after all when the sound of someone stepping out on the balcony beside hers made her pause in her tracks.

She knew it must've been one of the guys and yet, whoever it was probably went out to be alone just like her, so she didn't want to intrude.

So she dared an attempt to sneak inside. Only to get hindered by a low chuckle.

"You stalking me now?" The teasing smirk was audible even from behind the partition. And Cassandra exhaled in relief before huffing jokingly.

"Excuse me, I was here before you?"

Taehyung tsked and leaned his folded arms over the railing right beside her. Letting his eyes wander over the dark scenary of the night. The music had stopped awhile ago, only a stray cat pushing a can echoed through the peacefulness now.

She leaned a bit over to catch a glimpse of him behind the thin cement wall then.

His side-profile shone under the sparse lighting of a lamp underneath them, its serene expression captivating. Unsure if she'd ever seen it before.

She was fond of it, though, just as she was fond of his strong brows, the curves of his nose and lips and all the other soft edges complimenting them. And she was especially fond of the way the night breeze was swaying his tousled strands, not much of their previously sleeked back state evident anymore. Causing them to fall right into his eyes before he pushed them back with his long fingers.

In that moment she made a mental snapshot of this sight, the sight only she got to see and nobody else. She knew with time, her memory wouldn't be able to fully capture this placid nature anymore, but she knew the emotions it triggered inside her would forever be engraved in it.

Her gaze wandered out into the old buildings then, she inhaled deeply and ignored the lingering chemical reactions underneath the surface of her skin. Pushing it all away. Or at least, pretended to.

"I had fun tonight."

Taehyung hummed in acknowledgement and tilted his head to face her better. In the faint lightning, her round face glowed like the mood. And he observed her tuck away a brash curl which had fallen into her view and got caught in her long eyelashes. Warm eyes absentmindedly staring at nothing in particular and he noticed the tiniest reflections of light dancing in them.

His mind instinctively remembering the similar sight in the ballroom only a few hour ago. When she was in his arms in the sea of people.

A shaky breath left his lips at that memory and he averted his eyes from her again. Focusing on the dark silhouette of a building in the distance instead.

"Me, too," he eventually breathed and pushed himself off the railing. "But don't expect this to happen again," his tone turning into a warning one then, "This was the first and only time you'll get involved in a heist."

He had to stifle a laugh when hearing her offended huff, imagining her folding her arms in front of her with an adorable confusion.

"What, why? It was so exciting! And I did my part well, didn't I? Not my fault if you blew it." A dull sound followed her mini rant along with her small yelp and he already figured out that she hit her elbow against the metal railing. Shaking his head, he was about to argue when she continued, blowing out some air. "Besides, it hardly counts as 'participating in a heist' anyway."

"And why doesn't it?"

"Because I barely noticed anything from the action."

Her complaint made a laugh brush past his lips. "Good. Let's keep it this way. It was the last time this happens anyway," he simply stated then and she pouted.

"Fine, you meanie."

"Cas-"

"I said 'fine', I get it," she sighed then, "I'm not naive, I know it can get far more dangerous than that. No reason to keep lecturing me. But it was still fun and I don't regret it. When else could I dress up and attend a gala after all?" She smiled and he could tell she genuinely meant it.

Taehyung nodded, biting back a smile.

"You looked beautiful tonight, by the way."

Her breath hitched and she stayed quiet for longer than she intended. "Oh, so not just 'fitting'?"

And Taehyung folded his lips, unable to retort anything as the mocking, even if playful, felt deserved.

Why had he struggled so much telling her before?

He should've told her way sooner, face to face with no partition seperating them. It had been on the tip of his tongue all night long, but something inside him feared crossing a line if saying it out loud. He felt like a coward right now.

But what if he didn't even mean to say 'beautiful'? What if the word he much rather preferred was 'breathtaking'?

"No. You.. you looked great."

His firm voice put a smile on her face, feeling the chemical reactions inside her gaining intensity all over again. She straightened herself then and cleared her throat.

"Thank you. You looked quite handsome, too, cool guy." Like someone who drank his vodka martinis 'shaken, not stirred' -type of handsome.

She found herself silly for not telling him sooner either, for some reason overthinking it the whole evening. So she couldn't really judge him for only complimenting her now. She wondered if he had struggled as much as she had.

"Ah, did I?" Taehyung laughed under his breath, masking his own blush.

"Mh, I'm sure you already knew."

"No, I didn't actually," he grinned, "But thank you."

And they enjoyed the silence of the night for a little bit longer.

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[bias-fan]

CASE 143 [hwang hyunjin x female!reader]

[09: date or not?📝]

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you waited patiently and nervously when you wait for hyunjin to pick you up. you keep glancing at your phone, scared that’ll cancel. all the nerves vanished when he texts you that he’s outside.

you quickly get up and made your way outside. your held your breath when you see hyunjin in a nice black shirt, long sleeve black blazer and black dress pants. “you look handsome.” you blurted out. you quickly cover your mouth, embarrassed.

hyunjin chuckles a bit while blushing, “thank you. you look beautiful.” you smile at his words. “now, shall we?” he asks, holding his hand out for you to take.

you smile as you take his hand, “we shall.”

*the restaurant*

being an idol going to fancy and expensive places, you’re still shocked he brought you to la yeon. hyunjin brought you to such an expensive place.

“i hope you like this place.” hyunjin says nervously, looking at the menu.

you glance at him before looking back at the menu, “i do. you didn’t need to bring me here.”

“i wanted too.” he answers as the waiter comes over.

“hi, i’m wooyoung and i’ll be your waiter today. welcome to la yeon what can i get for you all today?” the waiter says sweetly with a smile.

once you both finished your orders, wooyoung walks towards the kitchen to put the orders in and come back with the drinks.

“but thank you for bringing me here.” you smile at him as you take a sip of your soda.

hyunjin returns the smile, “of course, gotta bring my favorite girl to a nice restaurant.”

you blush at his words, “well, thank you.”

as your date that’s not a date since it wasn’t explicitly said that it was a date continues on, it was filled with laughter and flirting.

after they finish eating, they walk around a park near by. “thank you again for taking me out.” you tell him as you both hold hands.

hyunjin smiles at you, “of course, it was a great date wasn’t it?”

you blush, “it was a great date.”

he suddenly stops, which caused you to stop looking at him confused. “is everything alright?” you ask, seeing him look at the ground. you move your head so you can look him in the eyes.

he looks at you as your head is under his, looking up at him. he couldn’t help it but grab your face and puts his lips against yours. your eyes widen at this but kissed him back.

synopsis: two members of two different groups in jyp entertainment are caught together at mama. rumors start to spread about choi y/n and hwang hyunjin, y/n getting more hate for the dating rumor.

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals - Christmas Don't Be Late (The Chipmunk Song)

VoicePlay didn't actually release a full-length Christmas song in 2021 (just a couple of Christmas Minis instead), and so we're jumping ahead to the 3rd of December, 2022, when VoicePlay released what may in fact be my favourite Christmas song cover of theirs ever!

As a group, VoicePlay have had quite a lot of experience with performing this song over the years, as it was a regular part of their setlist when they used to perform at Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party at Walt Disney World. If you wanna learn more about that, check out these posts by @jules-has-notes linked HERE and HERE (and I hope Jules doesn't mind me tagging them but seriously their blog has *so much* stuff about old VoicePlay stuff, further back than I go that's for sure!)

Anyway, the original arrangement for this song, i.e. the one VP used for live performances, was done by a guy called Chris Diaz, who is (was?) in an acapella group himself, but Geoff made quite a few alterations to the song/arrangement himself, and so both him and Chris are credited with the arrangement! Geoff was also in charge of the video, he co-directed it with Tony, and yes, he added additional music bits and original lyrics of his own, because of course he did 😄

And of course the song features the amazing DeeJay Young, but enough talking, let's get into this!

First of all, love the way VoicePlay started the song with the kinda "old-timey" effect on the visuals (and the audio too!). They did something similar for the start of Sh-Boom and In The Air Tonight, and did it for a brief moment in We're Good as well.

Second of all, do you recognise the set? You should! It's the same one Geoff used for his Way Down video, just with a bit of added Christmas flair!

Not the most perfect screenshot but I just had to give a shoutout for how Geoff suddenly runs into the shot. Like seriously neither words nor individual screencaps do it justice but I find it very amusing 😝

(Also, Eli is again weaing black sneakers with thick white soles)

Cesar as Alvin is literally perfect casting honestly. Like nobody else could do it better.

(Also Cesar was in fact genuinely filming stuff on his phone during this bit, and that footage got included in the BTS video for this cover, and it's just as entertaining and hilarious as you'd expect)

I want that shirt

DeeJay is looking pretty stylish there too! (And yes Cesar also looks great in his blazer)

Alright so Layne is Dave (the human guy character), Cesar is Alvin, Deejay is Theodore, Eli is Simon, and Geoff is... Geoff? 😂😅

"ALVIIINNNN!!!!!"

(*pfft*)

*ding*

(Yeah this video definitely still makes me laugh 😂)

"Alvin! Stop riffing so much and stick to the music!"

Unfair! DeeJay and Eli do heaps of riffing all the time! (And we love them for it, lol)

Also I don't know what the sheet music "says" in terms of the music notes, but I love that it at least appears to be a legit page of sheet music for the song, complete with VoicePlay logo at the top!

"So listen for those nine reindeer!"

Also it's not a visual thing, but given that quite a few reactors didn't seem to notice/realize it, I gotta point out that the sleigh bell/jingle bell sound here is very much done by Layne! Probably with a little bit of post-production effect, but still, very impressive!

"A brand new bottle of hair gel!"

"A bright green dress like ✨Tinkerbell!✨"

*PFFT*

This line is specifically a reference to the fact that they used to perform this song at Disney World, as I mentioned at the start, but this line has also been used in some of their older performances of it too I believe?

Also whenever I sing this song to myself, I literally can NEVER, sing the "bright green dress like Tinkerbell" line, because I always start laughing every time!

"Dooon't be la-ate!"

(I think he really wants that dress you guys 😉😝)

*sigh* He's so pretty and handsome, I love him (look, about 90% of my Voiceplay Visuals posts involve at least one moment of me pointing out how good Geoff looks! I apologise for nothing!)

(Also it took a decent bit of restraint for me to not include even more Geoff screenshots in this just because)

"So put your sleigh in- (so put your sleigh in its top gear!)"

I don't think I've actually noticed this bit before but damn Cesar ain't messing around! He wants presents NOW! 😂

"A tweet from Musk would make me grin!" (heavy grimacing)

I actually checked the lyrics for this song cover on Spotify (back before Spotify made lyrics available only to Premium users, rip), and this line is actually changed for the audio-only version it seems, to "a gift from mom would make me grin", which is fair, because the very faked sincerity of this line wouldn't convey as easily without the visuals.

"Front row seats to Hamilton!"

VoicePlay are no stranger to including references to modern day media stuff in their Christmas Don't Be Late performances, but this is also a not-super-subtle shoutout to the fact that DeeJay was on tour as a cast member in Hamilton! (And still is performing in Hamilton I believe?) He's been playing the role of Aaron Burr I believe? Which is very very impressive, shoutout to DeeJay!

"We can hardly wait!"

(Also hey is that a little Eli Eyebrow Raise I see?)

And I have to give a shoutout to the bridge section of this cover - another Geoff Castellucci original, it's so good! Fits in perfectly, as all his lyrics do! (Original song WHEN?)

"I've been so wonderful!"

I love how the responses of reactors to this moment have been a mix of "aww yes you have Cesar!" and "hmmm I'm not so sure (light-hearted) but I still love you regardless" 😄😁

Get it Cesar! Love the dancing!

Only just noticed Eli has the Hamilton booklet thing shoved in the back pocket of his jeans, lol

Cesar what are you doing? 😆

"Great job, chipmunks! Even you, Alvin! Now let's try it with some helium!"

*pfft*, what a way to end the video honestly

Geoff looks confused, Eli looks uncertain/doubtful (another Eli Eyebrow Raise!), DeeJay looks like he's either down for it or hasn't fully processed it, and Cesar looks HORRIFIED XD

(Also what would Geoff even sound like on helium when singing bass? Normal? /j 😂)

So that's Christmas Don't Be Late! VoicePlay turned a song that's really quite short, slow, and overall fairly forgettable, into an absolute bop and banger, and the video is super fun as well. Like seriously, this is one song that no one else has done or will do in the same way that VoicePlay has, and that's a big part of what I love about it! Until next time!

[hllfireclb]

Christmas Eve with Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

warnings: some dirty flirting, a bit of cursing

a/n: Any kind of feedback is highly appreciated as long as you stay nice! Feel free to send request or messages!

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You woke up in Eddie’s trailer this morning, he had made breakfast for the two of you and his uncle Wayne, who had worked the night before. Pancakes with some whipped cream and strawberries, it was simple but definitely delicious and something all of you three ate. After you got ready to leave his trailer, he drove you to your parents house, giving you a soft kiss before speaking.

"So, me and Wayne will come over around 7pm if that‘s okay? Y'know we still gotta prepare some stuff with Santa and shit" he grinned as his hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him so he could plant another soft kiss on your cheek. A soft giggle escaped your lips and you nodded. "That’s fine with me Ed‘s, I also still have to prepare some stuff“ you smiled at him. He mirrored your action and showed you his huge smile before he left to prepare everything for the evening.

At 7pm your doorbell rang. Just like Eddie announced. You opened the door, a bright smile formed on your lips when you saw the sight of your boyfriend and his uncle in front of you. Both of them wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt and a black blazer over it. Eddie wears a black jeans which is not ripped and his shoes are whiter than usually…he must have cleaned them, just for you and your family. His hair was brushed straight and he wore lots more of his cologne, probably to cover the smell of weed on him.

"You look amazing Sweetheart" was the sentence that pulled you out of your thoughts. Eddie looked at you, up and down, gosh he checked you out in front of his uncle. You wore a black dress which was shining in the dim light of the living room, and fuck did it suite you well. Every curve of yours looked so fucking sexy. You softly smiled at him as you peeked his lips, stepping to the side so they could come inside.

When the two man entered your house and greeted your parents, you all sat down together and ate the food you and your mother made earlier that day. Some simple small talk filled the room, Eddie’s Hand rested on your thigh as he talked to your mother. This wasn’t the first time that Eddie and Wayne met your parents, they actually knew them since 3 years now and both of them already were a part of the fam, since your mom liked Eddie so much. Unlike your dad, who needed some time to get used to the fact that the "town freak" actually was the best boyfriend ever for his little girl.

Later that night you gave each other the presents you‘ve bought or prepared for each other. Eddie got your mom a new cooking apron since hers got burned one time she tried to bake and a six pack of beer together with an AC/DC vinyl, for your dad. He really knew your parents. Wayne got another cap for his collection, this one’s probably going to hang over the old TV since there‘s barely any space on the walls anymore.

When Eddie gave you your presents he looked kinda nervous, his cheeks were covered in a soft pink tone and his skin was hot.

"Hope Santa didn‘t lie to me and you actually like these, 's nothin‘ big" he laughed as he handed you the two small boxes in his hands. You shook your head slowly while giggling, not wasting any time to open the presents. When you saw what was inside, it felt like your heart stopped beating for a second. The first little box you opened was filled with pictures of you and Eddie, two concert tickets for Metallica lying in the middle of it, surrounded by the pictures you loved the most. Your mouth wasn’t even able to close again when you looked up at him, seeing him grinning now. He knew you too damn well.

"So he didn’t lie? Good to know. But there are two inside? You gonna take someone with you darling?" He grinned from ear to ear now. "Eddie did you murder someone for these?" You asked, still shocked that he actually bought these tickets. You knew how expensive they were and you also knew that Eddie didn’t have that much money. He laughed softly as he shook his head, taking one of your hands into his own. "No! Of course not! Just worked my ass off at Wayne’s work after school! Open the other one now!" He didn’t give you any time to answer before he shove the other, way smaller, box into your hands.

You slowly opened it, eyes widening even more and you felt your mouth and throat going absolutely dry. It was one of his rings. His favorite actually. The ring his mother gifted him before she passed away when he was still a kid. It meant the world to him. And he‘s giving it, to you now. Again your gaze met his as you shook your head in absolute disbelief. "Eddie no. I c-can‘t accept that..I-it’s your mothers.." you softly said as you put the box beside you but all he does is shake his head.

"I do not accept a 'no' baby, I know what you’re thinking right now…but believe me, I know what I’m doing. I want you to wear that ring, please. It means the world to me, yes but so do you" he softly smiled as he took out his old ring just to slowly put it on your ring finger. You just now notice that it fits perfectly, which was never the case before. God he even re-ajusted it, just for you.

"I love you y/n. So, so much..please promise me you‘ll wear this ring everyday"

"Fuck I love you so much more..I promise Ed’s"

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 15

Rafe and Jessie drove back to the mansion after their less than stellar evening. The food was great, the company not so much. Rafe had his hand on Jessie's thigh the whole way back to the house, Jessie couldn't think straight because of it. Not a word was said on the way back, yet the message was clear.

"Stay there." Rafe demanded when the car came to stop at the steps she had walked up by herself just hours ago. He exited on his side and Jessie caught a glimpse of him unbuttoning his blazer as he walked around to her side only to open her door. Smooth move, Mr. Cameron Jessie thought, but she wasn't falling for it. Rafe didn't say a word, only looking at his wife with a clenched jaw and sharp eyes as he held the door for her and held his hand out for her to take, to which she hesitantly obliged. 

Rafe walked Jessie up the marble steps, every step seeming heavier than the last as Jessie's mind raced trying to determine what was happening next. Still, no words from Rafe, only him opening one of the double wooden doors to let Jessie in the main entryway. Jessie heard the heavy door creak to an ominous close behind her. 

"I'll let you go change into some more comfortable clothes, I'm going to do the same myself. Meet me in the living room." Rafe said rather pleasantly for a change. He didn't sound intimidating or condescending, almost kind of sweet to Jessie. What really were his plans for the rest of the night?

Jessie went quickly up to her room, only having one thing on her mind: calling JJ back.

She put him on speaker phone as she frantically changed out of her dress.

"Hello?" She heard JJ, he sounded less than thrilled.

"JJ! Hey, look, I'm really sorry about earlier, I didn't mean anything that I said, I was just stressed and nervous and- anyways, I've gotta get back down there with Rafe but I need you guys to be sure you're listening to these conversations. I don't know what Rafe is trying to pull but-"

"We've got you, Jess." JJ said assuredly through a clear sigh. That was all the assurance she needed to know that JJ really had forgiven and forgotten earlier. The pogues always had her back.

She sighed. "Thank you, I love you." And with that, she hung up.

Jessie looked in the mirror, observing her plaid pajama shorts and her oversized white t-shirt. She wondered what Rafe was up to. What did he mean by his words at dinner? She hoped he wasn't going to overstep, because she sure wasn't going to go down without a fight. She was his wife by legal document only. She tiptoed down the stairs to catch a glimpse of Rafe in the kitchen looking in the fridge.

"You can come all the way down here, no need to spy on me, Jess." Rafe explained, not once looking away from the fridge. He knew she was there the whole time. He knew his Jessie. She did the walk of shame into the large white kitchen, with only warm stove light to illuminate it. Rafe slid her a long, skinny aluminum can— a high noon, her favorite.

"You remembered." Jessie smiled.

"Yeah, well, you're my wife so." Rafe smiled back knowingly.

She melted into the thought of him still paying so much attention to her. She tried to snap herself out of those butterflies but she couldn't, much like four years ago. Damn it.

"Thanks but I'm not drinking." She replied as she slid the can back to him. He caught it.

"Sure you aren't." Rafe sassed, taking one drink in each hand and walking towards the living room. She followed suit. She plopped herself down on the large white couch and watched as Rafe set the cans in front of them. 

"It's unopened. I'm not going to poison you." He said with a flirty tone. Jessie just laughed, he could see right through her sometimes. She finally took it off the coffee table and cracked it open. As she did so, she watched Rafe fiddle with something on his phone, she heard the Bluetooth connect with what were apparently speakers all throughout the house. Surround sound. That was a new one for Jessie.

All of a sudden she heard a song play through the speakers.

"John met me down on the boulevard, cried on his shoulder cuz life was hard."

Jessie couldn't help but smile, he remembered that too. No words were said, yet they both understood. Rafe walked over to Jessie and took her hand the same way he did that midsummers night, sneaking his other hand around her waist as he waltzed her through the living room.

"Jess," he began. "Putting aside every reason that I have to be upset with you, I really do just want to get to know you again. I've missed you." Rafe said sincerely. She could tell he meant what he said, she secretly wanted to know the same about him. She still couldn't give in.

"I can't." Jessie pleaded.

"Why not?" Rafe whined.

"I've got my new life to protect. I left years ago because I didn't want you to find me Rafe." She whispered as she moved her arms to wrap around his neck. His arms followed suit wrapping around her waist.

"Why are you so afraid I'll find you?" He asked annoyed but still softly to not turn her off to the conversation.

"You remember our very last conversation?" Jessie asked.

Of course he did. How he left things was his biggest regret in life. That's part of the reason he delved deeper into drugs after Jessie left, he couldn't stand himself. Using was the only way he felt a little less like crawling out of his own skin.

He just nodded with shame as he played with the skin of his lips between his teeth. He sniffled.

"Can we talk about something a little lighter?" Rafe petitioned. "Like, maybe that first night we started dating?" He began to chuckle. "I remember, I was so out of it that you wouldn't let me go home. You knew my dad would kill me." He said through laughter.

"Of course he would've killed you. You ran away with your forbidden love and then got drunk, high, and coked out." She laughed with him.

"Yeah so you snuck me into the Chateau and we slept there. I remember the pogues were pissed when they found you and me sleeping in bed that next morning." Rafe stated with a wide smile.

"Especially John B after I let you borrow some of his clothes." Jessie proceeded.

"Oh my gosh, and you remember the look on JJ's face when he woke us up and I was shirtless?"

"Ugh, I just knew he was about to puke." Jessie answered with happy tears in her eyes.

"This is how to disappear, This is how to... disappear."

They both sat in comfortable silence listening intently to that particular lyric.

"I loved disappearing with you." Rafe commented in a much more serious tone this time. "I've missed disappearing with you." He whispered.

"It is what we were best at." Jessie hinted with a soft smile.

They both were immediately taken back to all the nights that summer they had sneaked into and out of each other's rooms just about every night. They couldn't stand to sleep without each other.

"It's a wonder we never got caught." Jessie said.

"Well not by anyone that mattered anyway. Sarah caught us that one time but she loved you so." Rafe trailed off. Jessie just looked down at her feet, remembering it all too well.

The song ended and with that so did their slow dance. Rafe guided Jessie to the large, plush, white couch filled with the biggest pillows imaginable. The couch was a dream that Jessie sunk right into. They continued to drink their high noons as they reminisced on their glory days.

- - -

A few stories (or twenty) later and Rafe suddenly went quiet as he played with the top of his aluminum can, flicking the tap with his fingers. Jessie could tell he was thinking. She could always tell when he was thinking a little too hard.

"What're you thinking about?" Jessie questioned as she booped his nose, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work. Rafe simply looked up and clinched his jaw out of... anger? Jessie wondered who he was angry with.

"Just can't help but think about all the times I treated you badly." Rafe looked back down in shame, as if he couldn't bring himself to look Jessie in the eyes as the memories flooded in. "All the times I... let the drugs take over." His voice cracked and he looked up at Jessie with a tear rolling down his face.

Once Rafe caught a hold of the drugs Jessie had been encouraging him to use it was all down hill from there. Sure, they had good days and bad days, like any couple, but Rafe's troubles grew more serious as he craved coke more and more each day. What began as a way to take the edge off of an argument with his dad quickly became a vice to help him cope with every little inconvenience. Soon it became a continuous state of existence for Rafe, as he felt like he couldn't get through any day without a hit. Then the excuses started to roll in, Rafe was always at Barry's, ditching romantic dates for ragers where he could sell cocaine, and always finding a reason to use again. This was always the difference between him and Jessie. Jessie knew when to stop, she only used when she had to.

Despite the painful memories of all the times Rafe put the drugs before their relationship, Jessie wiped the tear from Rafe's face. She knew Rafe better than anyone in this world, and she could tell he truly did not want to become the man he did. She still feels responsible for that.

"Yeah, I remember it Rafe." Jessie responded softly. "But I also remember every time you protected me by any means necessary... like that night with Luke..." She assured him.

That took her to the night that Rafe proved his love for her like she had never seen before.

***

Rafe was pulling up to Jessie's house late one summer evening to sneak into her bed. He pulled up on his motorbike to hear yells from who he assumed to be Luke. He also heard screams from Jessie as well. Not sparing any time, he ran right to the front door, not caring if Luke saw him.

"You worthless piece of shit!" Luke yelled.

Before he could make it halfway up the drive he watched Jessie's body fly through the old screen door of that house and hit the hard ground beneath her. The memory still played in slow motion in Rafe's head to this day. The wind was clearly knocked out of her as she rolled around.

"You're gonna get me some more damn drugs!" Luke yelled as he ran out to Jessie and kicked her in her side, not helping her breathing situation. Luke reached down, and grabbed Jessie by the collar of her shirt and started punching her in the face repeatedly. Luckily he only got a few licks in before Rafe tackled Luke to the ground. Jessie could only roll around on the ground almost lifeless as she spit out blood and gasped for air.

Rafe handled it, he was filled with so much rage he could've taken out a million more Lukes. He punched Luke in the face again and again and again until he was almost unconscious. However, he stopped before he beat him to a pulp so Luke could hear what Rafe had to say. Rafe grabbed him by the neck and brought his bloody face close to his.

"You better hope I kill you, " Rafe breathed heavily still on top of Luke and choking him out. "Because if you live through this there will not be a place for you to hide that I won't find you. If I catch you around my Jessie again, you won't have enough fingers to plug all the holes in you." Rafe fumed as he landed a few more blows to hopefully kill the man, but he at least left him unconscious for who knows how long.

Rafe immediately went over to Jessie and picked her up off the ground.

"Hey baby, hey, hey, hey," Rafe begged as he held her limp body in his arms. He could see her right eye was already swollen shut and her lips were bleeding. He had to get her some help right away, but he only had his bike. He called Sarah.

Rafe couldn't help but let out a few sobs as he held Jessie's face in his hands. How could someone do this to her? He wondered what could've happened to provoke her dad to beat his own daughter to a pulp. Rafe just continued to whisper to Jessie sweet nothings to get her to stay with him.

What felt to Rafe like hours later, Sarah showed up with Topper in his jeep.

"Rafe?!" Sarah screamed across the yard as both her and Topper ran towards him.

"What the hell man?!" Topper yelled. "Why were you even on this side of the is-"

"Topper not now!" Sarah exclaimed. She knew exactly why Rafe was there, and thank god he was. Sarah dismissed Topper's questions as Rafe carried Jessie to the car. Rafe knew exactly where they needed to go.

[trulytiredhermit]

Alright, hear me out on this one.

So i was thinking, what if the reader still wore their uniform? Like the uniform that they use to go to school? Like a PE uniform or still the normal Monday to Thursday uniform.

And then while they wore their uniform, they still had their ID ( assuming that they have one ) and their bag.

..and I'm silently hoping that none of them would go through-- alright i just jinxed it didn't i.

Hmm I had to think about this one.

Because I for one never had to deal with wearing a uniform when going to school. And I’m assuming since Reader has a school uniform then they probably went to a private school of some kind.

So I’m gonna assume Reader’s uniform is the typical white button down shirt, vest, blazer, and a pair of nice pants, white socks, nice shoes.

And as you said they’d have their student ID (most likely on a lanyard of some kind) and their school bag that definitely has their textbooks, notebooks, laptop in it.

Aka all things that probably aren’t built to really be running around a forest/over land with.

So when the Reader meets the Chain things are probably gonna be a little weird.

Given how Reader is dressed the Chain’s going to be quite curious about Reader. They wouldn’t have seen clothes such as theirs before.

Likewise Reader is thinking they’ve somehow been throw into a Ren fair or something.

Their first meeting would probably go something like:

“What are you wearing?”

“What are you wearing?”

After things get explained and everyone gets over their internal panic (aka mainly Reader, bestie is NOT gonna be sound of mind for a few days while dealing with everything) I feel like Sky and Warriors would be the most understanding of Reader going to school and wearing a uniform.

Y’know since Sky went to the Knight academy and Warriors I’m sure went to some form of a Knight academy too (I’ve really gotta check out a play through of his game). And in then they probably had to deal with wearing the academy uniforms.

Every member of the Chain would find the modern school system really interesting, but many would point out the impracticality of Reader clothes 😂

“How are you supposed to fight or travel great distances in this?”

“You don’t. I’m only supposed to travel the length to my classes and pray to god it doesn’t rip because this shit’s expensive.”

The Chain be baffled. These clothes are expensive!? They aren’t even magical!

And we haven’t even gotten to what’s in Reader’s bag.

Y’all ever seen Lord of The Rings with Gollum and the one ring? His precious? Yeah, that’s Reader with their bag.

Their textbooks? Fricken expensive, Reader isn’t gonna lose them to some stupid pig demon because the dude got a little stabby.

Their laptop? Over Reader’s cold dead body. You know expensive that is? Not to mention all the essays and homework they have on it.

Their notebooks? Those are filled to the brim with notes and things they need to know for upcoming tests. Handwritten notes that Reader has had to scramble to write down because the professors flips through the slides so fast.

Yeah, Reader is gonna go ape shit on ANYONE or ANYTHING that gets near their stuff.

Needles to say if the Chain is curious about anything of Reader’s they’ve got to have Reader’s supervision when looking at things.

Reader is like a hawk with their possessions. If they had to bring their stuff with them, they’re sleeping with that stuff tucked into their arms like they’re cuddling a giant teddy bear.

Their uniform has been neatly put into a separate bag (because let’s be honest, their uniform isn’t made for the Links’s worlds and Reader isn’t going to want to get it dirty or ripped).

Over time Reader would probably trust Legend the most with their stuff. And sad to say, but they’d probably trust Wild and Wind the least.

“I can look after your stuff too [Name]!”

“Wild I just watched you break that sword and shield.”

“I was fighting bokoblins! It was bound to break!”

“It was a new sword and you broke it cause you slipped and smashed it against a rock.”

“… well that one wasn’t technically my fault. Technically it was the rock that broke it.”

“… you broke your shield by shield surfing over a spikey rock that I warned you about.”

“…”

[walmart-miku]

I gotta say I love the new project sekai designs but I feel like we've lost some stuff here. Here's all my thoughts on it.

Leo/need

Pros- the outfits are more cohesive now and they feel like a unit. It also shows how they've grown as a group. And that they've been signed with a company now

Cons- I feel like leo needs new outfits lean too heavily into the fact that they're school girls. I think that they really could've gone a more rock aesthetic with leo/need. Something like leather jackets instead of blazers or something similar to ichikas original shirt or maybe more straps (I really liked that shirt, I did not know how much I liked that shirt until now but it just looks so good on ichika feels iconic)

More More JUMP

Pros- like leo/need they feel a lot more cohesive and the new outfits are really cute. I love the little color detailing on the outfits with each members signature color

Cons- the blue color that they chose as the main color is beautiful don't get me wrong, but it completely washes out both Haruka's and shizuku's color due to both of them being a shade of blue. Also I feel like we've lost some individuality here. The only differences I see between outfits are airi having a two piece and the skirt designs differing slightly.

Vivid Bad Squad

Pros- the most cohesive feeling while keeping theor respective personalities and styles. Toya is out here laying a slightly more formal look with his blazer, akito is still out here with his double sweatshirt layering, an has switched up from showing leg to midriff (which looks amazing my jaw literally dropped when I saw her she's so pretty) and kohane is just really cute as always. And also all of them have a mostly blue piece which really brings them together as a group while keeping them separate.

Cons- Toya doesn't have a little belt/fabric strip with a repeating word on him :( (akitos on his jacket, an's on her belt and kohane on her skirt by the pocket) also idk about mikus blouse here it looks really funky and just kinda off

Wonderlands x Showtime

Pros-once again, pulls them together as a group really nicely. I'm in love with mikus new outfit here it keeps all of the silly wonderland energy without being super childish like her last one was. Also emu slays the lesbian color pallet

Cons- THE COLOR SATUATION WHYYYY???? the colors they used for the outfits are less saturated than before and it just feels a little wrong. I love the pastels but I don't really think of pastel when i think wxs.

Nightcord at 25

Pros- they already had a pretty cohesive group outfit and they got to keep that so kudos to that. I also love the flower detailing on the dresses, the way it slowly fades in and the same with there signature colors on the bows. And mikus new bows are just AHHH they're BUTTERFLIES!!!

Cons- I'll miss mikus harness, It just looked so damn good. Also kanades sweater. I feel like it really captured kanade at her core and now she's got a school like uniform when she doesnt even go to in person school. I also feel like we lost a little bit of mizuki's cuteness here

[darlingshane]

big bad wolff

Pairing: Braxton Wolff x Marybeth Medina

Summary: Passing on a contract is a first for Brax, but there's something pulling at his heartstrings that is far more interesting than the money he was offered.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Alcohol, Associates with Benefits (or something like that).

Word Count: 2k (precisely)

— You can read below or at AO3.

“Hard pass,” Braxton slides the envelope across the table after taking a quick look at his new target. “I don't fuck with law enforcement.”

“That's the line you draw? Thought you were all about the money.”

“I love money. But a man gotta have a code, too. 'Sides Treasury? It'd put a target on my back.”

“She’s an analyst.”

“Still. Working for the federals.”

“What if I double the offer?”

Braxton raises a brow and opens the envelope again to see the beautiful Marybeth Medina in the photo inside.

As tempting as the offer is…

“I'm sorry, Mr. Calhoun. I'm afraid the answer is still no. What did she do anyway?”

“She's got her nose in my client's business like a rabid dog after a buried bone. The only way to stop her from digging further would be to gently put her down.”

“Hm, I've met women like that.”

“I thought you guys were professionals. Can't you make it look like an accident? What would you say if I added another 50 grand?”

“It’s possible, but accidents can get the wrong people asking the right questions, and I can't have that in my line of business.”

“You're a hitman.”

“And you're a two-time slimy lawyer that scours a six-figure representing the scum of the earth that make me look like the Easter Bunny.”

“I have to say, Mr. Wolff, your reputation does not precede you. Mr. Davenport won't be pleased to know you have refused to do your job.”

“Davenport is not my boss. Tell him I said hi.”

He watches Calhoun like a hawk as the lawyer retrieves his cellphone from Braxton's assistant.

“Did you tap it?” He asks once Calhoun has left the premises.

“Who do you think I am? Of course, I tapped it.”

“Good. You tell H to get a detailed list of all his calls, meetings, texts… I need to know where this asshole eats, when he shits, where he does his dry cleaning…”

“The whole gist. Got it.”

“Put a couple of guys on Medina, too. Just in case.”

“I thought that was your job.”

“Yeah, but I'm afraid they're going to double down now. I can't take those chances.”

“You had to piss him off, didn't you?”

“You know me, sweetheart. My mouth runs faster than my brain. I'm a lost cause.”

Later that night, Braxton sneaks into Medina's building. His guys are already staking the place per his orders.

Medina is not home yet when he breaks into her apartment. It wouldn't be the first time he's done it.

In the dark, he pulls out a mini flashlight and RF detector and checks every nook of her place for hidden bugs.

Given their history, he kinda owes her this one. Even if he didn't, what he said to Calhoun is right, he doesn't fuck with law enforcement. At least not in that sense.

He's going through her desk when Marybeth opens the door.

She’s not surprised one bit to find him there when she turns on the light.

“Look what the cat dragged in. Do you ever just wait for people to invite you in, Mr. Wolff?” She watches Braxton, clad in back, putting his gadgets away.

“Hm, sometimes. But it's not as fun.”

“Business or pleasure?” her frown remains firm as she puts her case down, removes her blazer and steps out of her uncomfortable shoes.

“How about both?”

“Some things never change.”

Marybeth rolls the sleeves of her dress shirt and pulls out a bottle of scotch and two ball glasses from the cabinet, as he takes off his leather gloves and sits at the dining table.

That's how their meetings always start – with a bottle of Lagavulin and a formal debrief that follows with them handling their pressing business between sheets.

“I think I have a mole,” Marybeth realizes after hearing Brax's warning.

“How do you figure?”

“Because only me and my boss know about Davenport LLC. We're still gathering evidence.”

“Is your boss dirty?”

“Ray King?” She chuckles a little, “not a chance in hell.”

“Well, whatever you have on Davenport is making them shit their panties.”

“Davenport doesn’t scare me,” she throws back her glass, taking a big gulp of her drink.

“He should. I’ve seen what he does with pretty faces like yours.”

“You think he’d be that dumb to go after me?”

“He came to me, honey. He is that dumb.”

“You could've just called, you know?”

“Had to make sure nobody was listening.”

“Are they?”

“No.”

“Good. Can we move on now to the pleasure part? I had a long day.”

“I just told you one of the most dangerous men on the planet is after you and you’re not worried at all?”

“Oh, I am worried. But he’s not going to show up tonight, is he? Uh-uh. Not as long as I have The Big Bad Wolff on my side.”

“Gotta say, Medina. You were not like this when we met. You went quickly from little lamb to lion.”

“Maybe I was never a lamb. And, you weren't like this, either. It seems that you actually care about what happens to me, Mr. Wolff.”

“Well, perhaps I do. Would that be so bad?”

“Hm, no. Not at all.” She stands up, offering a hand in his direction. “You coming, Big Wolff?”

“Rock ‘n Roll, girl.”

Braxton downs the rest of his drink and takes her hand, letting her lead the way to her bedroom.

Under the warm glow of the night lamp, and Brax’s brazen stare, her hands undo one by one the buttons of her shirt. As her skin comes to view, he pulls out his boots and slips out of his jacket without letting her out of his sight.

There’s no rush, but the thrill is palpable. It lingers in the air. They’ve already gone through this more times than he can count, and watching her undress her body is just as exciting as all those times he’s ripped her clothes apart.

When they're both stripped to his underwear, his hands automatically are drawn to frame her hips, pulling her body flush against his. Marybeth tilts her head, tentatively seizing his mouth slowly, letting her fingers draw the toned slopes of his arms.

Her tongue moves past his lips as her skin comes alive, buzzing under his palms, as his fingertips sink at the curve of her ass.

Brax tries to take control of the kiss, but Marybeth doesn't waver, and brings one of her hands to hold his chin still. She nibbles his bottom lip before sucking it between her teeth to see it turn dark pink after releasing it.

Usually, she lets him be the one in charge, but tonight she's in the mood for something different. There are things outside this room that escape her control, and here with him is the only thing she can get a semblance of power.

“Thought you wanted the big bad Wolff.”

“I want him on a leash,” her hand curls around his throat without squeezing.

“Yeah? What do I get in return?”

“Me.”

He scoffs and licks his lips, “okay, lil lion, show me what you got.”

Marybeth keeps her hold around his neck, guiding him backwards toward the bed until the back of his legs meet the mattress. He lays down on his back, and she crawls on top of him. She braces her palms on his chest, straddles his lap, allowing her hips to gently circle over his crotch.

His hands are automatically called to hold those beautiful hips that shamelessly grind, earning themselves a good hard-on to enjoy.

Behind layers of underwear, she rubs herself over and over, a little faster each time, letting that sweet spot revel in the friction he provides as the inner side of her panties quickly gets coated in her juices.

Locking eyes with her, he’s utterly mesmerized by the unbearable beauty of Marybeth as she bites her bottom lip. From above, she watches him exhale and buck up like an animal between her legs, trying to drill his way into her.

It's a torturous deed, she's aware. There's a fine line between playing with Brax or riling him up, and she's just lightly tapping on it. If she pressed any harder, it'd be like poking that ravenous wolf.

After a long moment, she brings her hips to a halt and reaches back with her fingers to unclasp her bra. As she tosses it aside, she leans forward to gently bite on his lip.

“Good, Wolff,” she grins, tracing the shape of his lips with the tip of her tongue as her fingers slip under the elastic of his boxers to feel his erection. It fills up her fist, throbs as her hand squeezes just a little harder to have his precum wetting the head.

“Hmm,” his lip curls, showing those teeth he's marked on her skin many times before.

Getting him to a point of perfection, she finally rids herself of her panties and pulls down his boxers. His cock jolts on its own when her knuckles graze his shaft. Propped on her knees, she lifts her ass, lines the blunt tip of his cock with her entrance, and sinks onto him.

In less than a second, as usual, he forgets altogether why he came here as her wet ass pussy slides up and down his hardness.

“Fuck me, girl,” he pants as she sinks all the way down, having her divinely, tight opening pressing around him.

Once she's comfortable enough, she angles her body forward, propping her hands on either side of his head, and moves a little faster. First, just rocking back and forth, and then bouncing with practiced ease as Brax fills his eager palms with her ass. Her breasts are so perfectly round and perked, bouncing dangerously close to his face, he can't help but stick his head up to nibble one of them.

Marybeth, smiling mid-moan, holds his head with one hand as he viciously wraps his lips around her nipple. His grunts ripple all over her skin, making her core ache, as he moves to the other boob.

He uses his teeth this time, there's so much she can do to tame that wild beast beneath her, she wouldn't even stop it if she wanted to. After crossing that line, he's all lips, tongue, and paws claiming her body.

His arms curl around her, and before she realizes, he's turning the tables to get himself on top of her and charge the rest of the way. He desperately pushes into her at full force, coaxing her body into submission. The most beautiful cries come out of her as he drives her into madness when his fingers find their way to her clit.

Having his fingers working furiously on that spot, he bites her neck, scrapes his teeth on her jaw before devouring her mouth. He can't bring himself to stop until he's poured every drop inside her. Braxton gasps for air as he comes undone. His cock is still twitching inside her, trying to ride the wave of his orgasm, when her sweet opening flutters around him. All her muscles seize up for a second as a lightning of pleasure travels through her body.

Holding her jaw, he keeps his mouth open against her lips as his breathing catches and the room suddenly goes quiet below the sound of their shared pants. His stomach presses softly on hers, as he lays completely limp and flat on top of her. If someone were to attack right now, he wouldn't be able to even pick up his gun to defend himself or even stand up. He can think of a million ways worse to die than this, to be honest. Given the opportunity, if he had to choose a way to go, this would be it – post-orgasm, still tucked inside the fine depth of her tender walls, as her fingers softly comb the damp hairs at his nape.