#the phone case is my best purchase

[hollywoodsargeant]

hi i love merch

[brenwritesss]

Tru Fru

Paige x reader

Summary: reader goes to Target to buy a bag of Tru Fru but ends up meeting Paige as they fight over the last bag.

Let me know if you want a part two!!

Taking the keys out of the ignition, you locked your car and walked out into the silent parking lot. With the store about to close in twenty minutes, there were not many people in the parking lot so this should have been an easy trip. For the past week, all that you have been seeing all over your social media was Tru Fru. A company that produced dried fruits covered in chocolate. Your roommate had bought a bag when the hype first started and she became obsessed, saying ‘it was the best snack to ever be invented’.

So here you were at Target, finally buying a bag. After walking into the store, you fiddled with your keyring as you walked down the aisles, heading to the snack area. Once in the snack aisle, you scanned the shelves, trying to find the bags until your eyes finally stumbled upon a bag of Tru Fru strawberries. The last bag of Tru Fru fruit in the entire aisle.

You smiled to yourself as you relished in the luck you had in getting the last bag in the store. You went to get the last bag, grabbing hold of it when to your surprise, another hand picked it up at the same time.

You instantly whipped your head to your left and a tall blonde with hazel eyes peered down at you. She pulled the bag towards her a bit. “I hope you don’t mind but I really need this bag.”

You gave her a skeptical look, not letting go. “So do I.”

“But you don’t understand how much I need this. I literally got the merch for this shit,” she said, making you look at her sweatshirt that had the Tru Fru logo on it.

You shrugged. “I don’t see how that has anything to do with me and this bag.”

She looked you up and down, and you couldn’t lie to yourself, it was hot when she did that. Noticing your UConn hoodie, she pointed at the letters. “Yo, you go to UConn?”

“Yeah.”

“So do I,” she said, almost shouting the fact. “You into basketball by any chance? I’ll get you a hoodie with my number on it if you let me get this bag.”

You laughed, “I don’t know who you are, let alone know that you play basketball. Why would I want a hoodie with your number on it?”

She pretended to look hurt. “Ouch, you know how to hurt someone’s feelings.” When you didn’t respond, she sighed. “Okay, uh I can give you cash for the bag.”

“You’re seriously gonna pay me to give you this bag?” 

“Yes,” she said while giving you a look that made you know she wasn’t joking.

“I’m sorry but I’ve been trying to track these down forever since they’ve been sold out everywhere.” Your grip tightened on the bag.

Paige tilted her head, looking you up and down again and giving you a smile. It would have made you melt if you weren’t so determined to get this bag of Tru Fru. “You know, I’m surprised I haven’t seen you around campus before.”

“It’s a huge campus, it’s hard to notice one singular person.”

She licked her lips, nodding at you. “You’d be easy to notice.”

“Are you seriously flirting with me so that I’ll give it to you?” you asked her.

“Is it working?”

“No.”

“Fine.” She reached into her pocket and took out her phone. You looked at her, confused as to what she was doing. Then to answer your suspicions, she held her phone out to you. “I’ll let you keep this bag if you give me your number.”

So a pretty girl asks for your number and you get to keep the last Tru Fru bag? Sounds like a win-win situation to you. “Sounds good to me.” 

You took her phone and typed in your number with one hand just in case she took the bag from you. Once you handed her phone back to her, she finally let go of the bag. “I’m Paige by the way.”

“Y/n.”

She put her hands in her pockets. “I hope you know I’m actually going to text you.”

“I hope so,” you said, leaving her in the aisle as you headed to the checkout.

Once you had purchased your bag of Tru Fru strawberries, you walked back to your car. The second you got inside, a text notification popped up on your phone from an unknown number.

You should come over so that I can see you again

And bring that bag I let you get

So she wasn’t lying when she said she’d text you. After reading those two texts, she sent another one but this time with an address. You texted back a thumbs up and started driving to the location she sent you. You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

[remotewatch]

nothing but a sentence 🩸

Jack Schlossberg x reader | 1.8k wc

summary: period sex with jack for anon ‼️ hope you enjoy lovely 🤍

cw: period sex, period head, certified boyfriend material jack, domestic bliss, whereee did all this fluff come from, sacrilege if you squint, messy eating, unprotected sex (VOTE IF YOU WANNA RECREATE ETC ETC), shoutout to my darling editor Sabrina @mystardustmelodyyy for saving this from limbo 🙏

minors dni get off my lawn

At this point in the relationship, Jack manages your period more than you do. You tend to forget that it requires actually going out and purchasing supplies unless he calls you from the pharmacy to complain.

“Why would they stop carrying ultras? That’s so fucked up! And the boxes are getting smaller, it’s sick what they’re doing to you guys!” It’s too easy to picture him waltzing around with three cases of san pellegrino under one arm and an overflowing snack basket in the other, phone pressed between his ear and shoulder while he yaps about pink taxes.

“Do you want canned or fresh lychee? Never mind, I’ll get both.” he decides before you can respond. “Did you want anything else?”

“I want to sleep,” you mumble. You were currently being throttled on two fronts by nauseating cramps and a vicious migraine, leaving no energy left to manage his shopping list. It was hard enough just to reach and grab the ibuprofen without alerting your uterus that you had moved, yet he’s still talking as you doze off:

“We’ve got edibles and melatonin in the cabinet, but I’ll get some mag glycinate, and are you SURE you don’t need…”

“Dealer’s choice, I trust your judgement,” you murmur. “When will you be home?”

“Alright, fair enough. I’ll be back around 6.”

“See you then. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

He finds you wrapped in two heating pads, face pressed into the couch, full water glass in the same spot he left it on the coffee table.

“I feel like I just died,” you groan, rubbing your eyes and tentatively stretching your legs.

“Come on, you gotta hydrate,” Jack rustles through the grocery bags looking for a loose water bottle with a sport cap before pressing it against your mouth. He frowns and doesn’t take it out when you try to move away.

“At least half a glass, come on. I’m following orders here.” He’s very gentle not to flood your mouth and make you cough, but you can see his eyes flicker down to watch your lips wrap around the cap (he’s only human, after all).

“Thank you,” you croak when he finally sets it down, voice slightly less raspy than before.

“Do you want a tea? I’m making you a tea.”

He’s off rustling through the kitchen for the ginger lemon amid the boxes of just ginger or just lemon, but despite his best efforts, the noise is killing you. Every shut drawer sounds like a door slamming with this headache, and Jack sounds like he’s still speaking into your ear even though he’s mainly talking to himself.

“And I’ll get started on dinner-what would you like? I’ll figure something out, don’t worry. Oh, also! I got those vaseline body balm rollers you like.”

Your eyes shoot wide open and light up as he trots over to hand you your treat.

“Oh my god, and you found the cocoa butter kind! You’re the best!”

The rich, nutty scent of the balm floods the room when you unscrew the top and gives you a second wind. This and a shower will fix you for sure, just as soon as you can make your way to the bathroom.

Jack fills in the blanks as soon as you look back up at him apprehensively and start with the vague gesturing and “would you mind…”

“Of course not. There’s no need for you be walking right now, that would be crazy!” If you weren’t in so much pain, you’d be swooning at the way he effortlessly scoops you up and walks over to set you down on the glossy teak shower stool (a million percent worthwhile at times like this).

“Do you want any more help in there?” It sounds like a joke, but you know he’d wash you in a heartbeat if you asked. You can’t help matching his smile.

“I think I’ve got it handled.”

“I’ll put dinner on, then.”

When you emerge, your headache has all but subsided, and while you’re still pretty out of it, the heat has done wonders for your cramps and stiffness. You can’t be bothered to do anything but throw on a pair of thinx and flop down onto the bed, slathering on more of your new balm just to keep smelling it.

Jack knocks at the open bedroom door with your tea and a fresh glass of water.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were baking in here,” he teases as sets them on the nightstand. “Dinner is on in 30 by the way.”

The idea of leaving your bed right now sounds about as appealing as getting all your teeth pulled, but you’d never dream of eating on the scrumptious new Matouk linens; the utter disrespect!

“Can you just put me back to sleep instead?”

“Sure, of course. You want a gummy or-“

“Jack!”

“Right, got it!” And he’s skittering off to grab a vibe and towel while you untangle yourself from heating pad cords.

Jack is nearly skipping coming back from the hallway closet with a fistful of toys before rolling you as little as possible to tuck the towel under your lower half. As soon as he’s back within reach, you grab a handful of his hair and drag him down to kneel next to you. He nods at the pile of silicone on the nightstand as he playfully snaps at your elastic: “Are we feeling manual or automatic?”, but you’re already bucking your hips up to shove the underwear down your thighs and wincing at the sudden movement.

“You ok?” He drops the playful tone immediately and furrows his brow in concern. You throw your arm out to grab a toy at random, landing on a satisfier. Perfect.

“Ask me again in ten minutes,” you sigh dramatically to lighten the mood, but you’re still not feeling great.

“Roger that,” Jack bites back a smug grin -as if he’s ever needed all ten- and crawls gingerly into bed to snake one arm under your waist and accept the toy with the other.

It has to be some sort of sick joke how you’re this unbelievably sensitive when you still feel so shitty. Every single nerve ending in your clit is humming in tandem with the pulses of the satisfier; the delicious sensations ricochet up and down your body enough that even your eye sockets feel tingly.

He’s entirely absorbed in making you cum and tuned into every move you make, still glancing up now and then to check for any hint of discomfort. As much as he’s committed to pleasing you, he can’t conceal the blush creeping up his neck and down from his temples, nor his ragged breathing. There’s barely enough time to acclimate and enjoy it before you feel yourself getting drawn right over the edge.

“You’ve got it-don’t fucking move-so good to me, Jack, fuck-thank you,”

You screw your eyes shut on pure instinct while your orgasm rolls through; one of your hands fumbles for purchase in his curls as he mouths sloppily over your breasts. When you manage to take another peek at him, his eyes are all crinkled up like he’s smiling while his mouth remains focused on the task at hand. A little tug on his hair and he’s cheerily licking his way down your abdomen, really letting his tongue drag so he has more time to grind against your thigh. You can already feel the wet spot forming on his boxer briefs, such a romantic!

“Having fun down there?” you purr. Jack jerks his head up, revealing a red splotch on the point of his chin.

“God, yes. Can I lick you? Please?” You’d think he’s the one who’d just came from how breathy he sounds. You cross your ankles between his shoulder blades and readjust your grip on his hair.

“Always.”

For once, Jack shows some restraint eating you. It’s all broad, slow licks in time with your heartbeat; he falls right into a natural rhythm that reminds you of crashing waves. His fingers lace together across your stomach like he’s praying, and each adoring exhale only adds to the effect. Every time he dives back in after catching his breath, a new drip flows out hot and coppery to coat him from the nose down. It’s such a perfect mess; the harsh-edged, gleaming paint job stretching ear to ear and the little smear between his eyebrows make him look like he’s been baptized in your blood.

It’s a wonder he can even hear your faint whispers of “Jack, just-just fuck me, please,” over how shamelessly he’s dragging his face through you, but he’s always been something of a miracle worker.

There’s a long, indulgent slurp like a bathtub finishing draining that makes your thoughts blur around the edges before he allows you to pull him off you and slide your feet languidly under his shorts. You’re way too sleepy to be of much help, but he’s happy to shove the waistband low enough to tuck under his balls and half wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawls back up to you.

The blood pools sluggishly towards the high points of Jack’s face, and a drop splatters onto your cheek before he can stop it. Without hesitation, he swoops down to lap it up and kiss a fainter mark in its place. Barely audible, you somehow remember to pant a reminder into his ear.

“You just gotta be careful right now, my cervix is like-”

“-right up front, I remember. I gotcha, no worries,” he presses another sticky kiss to your temple as he pushes halfway in, abs clenching to keep from slipping too deep. He’s delightful as always, but each thrust is winding your nerves tighter, making your clit ache just as much as the rest of you. Fumbling once again at the nightstand, you find another vibe designed to rest snugly between you two so he’s got both hands free to rest his chin on, just rocking away while he watches you drift off. When he hits at just the right angle, you back bows up hard enough to audibly crack in relief. Those waves of relaxation mixing with the constant rumbling from the toy overwhelm you once again, dissolving what’s left of your discomfort and tugging you towards unconsciousness.

Jack can’t hold himself back when he feels you practically sucking him back in on every outstroke, and a brazen whine bursts from his throat as he pulls out, freeing a gush of pink tinged cum. It only feels natural to lean up to kiss him and lap the residual streaks from around his lips.

“Feel better?” he sighs against you, grinning so wide the drier patches on his dimples crack and start to flake off onto the towel.

“So much better,” your words slur together, and the rest of your thoughts scatter once your heads falls back onto the pillow

“You want a hot washcloth?”

“Mmmm,” It takes you a second to piece the simple sentence together; you’re still blinking away the residual stars from your vision.

“In ten minutes?”

[mavrintarou]

[Daddies in December] Namikaze Minato

I am on a roll! Lol. Not Haikyuu but... you have to admit, Minato is quite a daddy. Not how I would have liked to write my first story on Minato - it is dark (well, I consider his behavior dark).

Warning: manipulating Minato, explicit pregancy smut. If you're new, this is my third day writing a Daddies in December - check out Akaashi and Sakusa in my masterlist :)

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For the last ten minutes, Minato observed Y/n sleeping peacefully, even after a night of lovemaking in the early hours. His fingers gently caressed her cheek, and he smiled whenever her brows furrowed, drawing her closer to his comforting arms.  

He tightens his arms around her, molding her body into his as he rests his chin on the crown of her head.

Y/n let out a soft sigh, wrapping an arm around his waist.

I’m never going to let you go, he thought to himself.

He will live with the sins of breeding her to keep her by his side. That was the only way he was sure he could tie her to him for life. He knew Y/n was loyal and dreamed of a family. Who would be best to make that happen? Him. She did not realize it yet, but he was the best thing she had and he was the only thing she needed. Together, they will raise their child and live happily.

He kept track of her monthly cycle, timing her fertile days and the day she ovulated to ensure an almost guaranteed pregnancy. He then monitored her symptoms, kept a close on her, and continued to shower her with affection.

When he would feel her hesitate or feel her feelings and affection change, he would reel her back in.

Who was there for her when the pipes in her apartment building burst? Him.

Who was there for her when a stranger tried to rob her? Him.

“Stay close to me, Y/n. I’ll protect you. Only I can protect you.” He cooed, calming her down.

A month and a half goes by and Minato continued to pay close attention to her body, seeing if his cum had taken place but Y/n showed no signs of being pregnant.

He wasted no time fucking her at any chance he got. He punctured all the condoms he purchased with a needle, even a few times just in case.

Minato was becoming possessive by the day and all that was on his mind was Y/n.

He had accidentally slipped, scaring her.

“You’re supposed to be mine!” he shouted, angry that Y/n could not understand why he wouldn’t allow her to go out with her colleagues. He quickly tried to apologize, turn the tables that he was just insecure because he didn’t trust her male colleagues to not make a move on her.

He could see it in her eyes as she tried to play it off that it wasn’t a big deal but he knew Y/n, he knew she was plotting to run.

Run from him.

And he wasn’t going to allow it.

But this one time, he did. He knew he would get her back soon enough.

He let her go for a week, it killed him. Minato kept a close eye on her, hired someone to keep a tab on her every move and to keep her safe.

Until the day came…

He smiled as he opened the door, seeing a complete mess Y/n. “Come here, baby.” He opened his arms and she crashed into him, finding peace in him.

The words she said to him over the phone repeated over in his head, “I’m pregnant, Minato… what do we do?”

“We’re going to get married,” he responded with a firm yet gentle tone. “I am committed to doing the honorable thing – marrying you and ensuring that you and our child bear my last name.” She opened her mouth to protest when he pressed a finger to her lips, “it is the right thing to do for our child, we must think about them now, not us.” Knowing he was right, he pulled her into his arms, “leave everything to me. Everything will be alright. You just worry about staying healthy for our baby.”

He moved Y/n into his condo, remodeling his place to accommodate a child.

“Everything I do is for you and baby,” Minato whispered, tilting her chin and pressing his lips to hers. He smiled when she kissed him back, hungrily.

Y/n mumbled something and wiggled in his arms, trying to put space between them.

“What?” he asked.

“Too hot…” she repeated, still half asleep. “Too hot…”

Minato clicked his tongue and loosened his hold on her as she rolled around in his arms, away from him. She kicked the comforters, exposing her naked body.

His morning wood had been aching and he has been putting it off.

Scooting closer, he spooned her. His hand reached around and between her legs, a satisfied smile on his face as he felt how wet she was considering he had wiped her down.

“Y/n,” he cooed, slipping a finger into her heat.

“No – no more…” she tried to push his hand away, yet her thighs closed in.

“I need you,” he whispered, lifting her leg to slide his cock in between her thighs. Her soft whimper was all he needed to know that she was giving in to him. “I need you, badly… please?”

She looked over her shoulders, “be… gentle…”

Pressing a kiss to her naked shoulder, “promise.” He shift her half on her front side and moved behind on top of her. Bending her leg, he guide his cock into her wet pussy.

He could never have enough of her.

He rocked slowly, reminding himself to be gentle.

Minato reach to massage her tit, before spreading his palm against her belly.

When he first met her, he knew she was his. She was already beautiful to his eyes but with the glow of her pregnancy, Minato vowed he was going to keep that glow in her.

If that meant he would keep putting a baby in her, he would. She glowed so beautifully.

“Mina…” she reached for his arm, “f – faster…”

“You said you gentle…” he teased, snapping his hips. He lift her leg, hooking it over his shoulder.

“Gentle and fast…”

“And deeper?”

“And deeper.”

Minato nipped her ankle, and gripped her thigh, holding it in place as he rocked deeper into her. His thumb found her swollen clit and began rubbing.

“No – no… I’ll cum…”

“That’s the whole point,” he chuckled, he too was close to cumming. Y/n tensed and twisted her body, cumming on his cock as he fasten his hips until he ejaculated.

He pressed a kiss to her ankle, the fresh teeth mark before setting her leg down. Leaning over he pressed a kiss to her lips, “good morning.”

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E/n: This man... nothing edited, just whipping these at the moment.

>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

[sunflowersandsapphires]

hello my darling love i would like to purchase a peony!

Matt and Foggy trying to cook dinner in college once they finally get a room with access to a kitchen 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

i just think they’d both be hilariously clueless

Flinching at the sound of thick metal slabs clanging together, you dug your nails into clammy palms. “Are you sure you don’t need any help in there?”

”NO!“ ”All good, bug!“ Were the two responses that flew from the warm light of the kitchen, the men yelling them still concealed by the thin wall separating you.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you willed your anxiety to quiet, running through the quickest route out of the building in case a fire broke out. Which seemed far too likely at this point.

You couldn't blame the boys for their excitement, living a whole year without a kitchen must've been torture. But you didn't quite trust the pair of them with knives. Or open flames.

Unfortunately for your anxiety, they'd insisted on cooking you dinner when you got back to town. It was sweet and so adorably them that you agreed to the idea, only regretting it when their smoke alarm was set off. For the third time.

Abandoning the code of manners you'd been bound by, you darted into the kitchen, fanning a hand in front of your face to waft the pale smoke away from your nose. Blinking through the sudden irritatant assaulting your vision, you made out the shadowy outlines of your two best friends, the shorter of the pair straining to reach the ceiling to reset the smoke detector. Poor Matt had his hands mashed over his ears, hunching further and further in on himself as the white disc shrieked from above.

Jogging past Foggy, you placed a hand on Matt's shoulder, leading him out of the room when he toppled into you with a whine. Once you'd half-walked, half-carried Matt over to their second-hand couch, the beeping ceased. Both of you sighed heavily, tilting farther into each other's space with relief.

”Ow,“ Matt chuckled weakly, nudging your pulse point with his nose.

Humming sympathetically, you brushed his fringe from his forehead. ”You should take some aspirin before you get a migraine.“

”I would, but all my stuff is still in boxes.“ He murmured with a shudder.

”Well,” Foggy entered the room, looking like a weary housewife with a scorched tea towel hanging over his shoulder and a fraying apron tied around his waist. “Chicken's toast. No coming back from that. Ideas?”

“Pizza?” Matt suggested, his voice still hushed, as if he were still hearing the beeping and his vocal chords hadn't adjusted.

“I could eat pizza.” You agreed, stomach grumbling its assent. Looking to Foggy, you beamed at him when he gave a firm nod.

“Great plan kids. Hang tight.” Whipping out his phone, he paced toward an armchair while dialing.

“Probably for the best,” Matt remarked with a smirk. “There was no way you were making it out tonight without food poisoning if we cooked for you.”

With a shrug, you elbowed him gently. “Cut yourself some slack, trouble. You have plenty of time to practice.”

[latenightdaydreams]

Oh, Author. To be in your presence (asks) one again is such a delight. With you and your divine power (writing)... Will you care to bless this lady by fulfilling her simple request? 🙏

Upon your Sub!König revelation (headcanon), a thought - a need - has been lingering in my mind for far too long. According to the scripture, it has mentioned König loves to be financially dominated. If this is true, grant us with the vision of Reader purchasing the best and the most expensive items - cough, toys and lingerie, cough - in the market as some sort of surprise for König. But it comes off as shocking news to him when he finds out whose is it for... It isn't meant for Reader at all. It's all meant for him. I am quite sure we know what ensues next: Our supposedly intimidating giant in lingerie, being teased and pleasured by toys 🤭

Sigh, what a sight to behold. A sight I shall engrave in my mind. Oh, and to add a little bit of a personal spice preference: Konig addresses Dom!Reader as "Meisterin (Mistress)".

Why such an absurd request? Unfortunately, I have quite the fascination for pathetic submissive men. And what better candidate to push into such abyss but our man König 😮‍💨🤌

Anyway, breaking out of my weird, poor attempt at formal speech. I hope you have a great day/night ahead and have been recovering from the pain you mentioned before 🫂 Take plenty of rest, stay hydrated and eat well, alright? Here's plenty of love that hopefully breaks your device screen and ends up san mothering you: ❤️💕💞💓💗🩷💖💝

You're so sweet🩷 Thank you for wishing me well! I also love how you wrote this hahaha

Submissive König is such a baby girl. I always think of this artist work! @ marndraws on twitter😮‍💨 They draw amazing sub/soft König.

A Little Treat (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

Sub Head Canon

>cw: fem/afab, bondage, toys, oral, sub/dom

1.4k word count

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While sitting at his desk in the office, his phone goes off. The ringtone he has set only for you. He pushes himself back from the desk to check the message.

“Send $1,000🩷,”

König can’t help but to smile and he sends you 2k and text back, “I sent extra just in case. Love you.”

Standing in the middle of a high-end sex shop, you look down at your phone and smile. König is always so sweet. You walk forward to a classic maid outfit on the rack inspecting it. A kind woman wearing a black suit comes over with a kind smile.

“May I help you in any way?”

“Yes, actually. Do you carry this in XXXL?”

Once you get home, König hears the car pull up. He quickly abandons his work to rush downstairs and assist you. His eyes land on you ask you wait for him inside the car. In a hurry, he opens the driver’s door for you, holding his hand out to help you out.

“The bags are in the back seat.” You say as he kisses your hand.

“I’ll grab them.” König lets go of your hand and grabs four bags out of the back. His eyes widen as he sees where the bags are from. Excitement rushes through his body. “Liebling, what do you have planned for tonight?”

A small smirk crosses your lips. “You’ll see.”

You walk ahead of König as you both enter the house. Going straight upstairs to the bedroom, you sit on the bed as he places the bags on top of your shared dresser. His eyes gloss over you as he walks to you.

“May I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You turn your head up for him as he leans down and kisses your lips tenderly.

“Danke…” His voice was low as he pulls away from the kiss; looking at you with such adoring eyes.

“Are you ready to see what I got?”

“Ja, absolutely.”

“Sit.” You stand and walk over to the bags and bring them to him.

König sits wide eyed as you pull out a riding crop. He can feel his dick tingle slightly, thinking of your ass jiggling once he hits it. Then a pair of handcuffs; his eyebrows raise in surprise. He continues to watch as you pull out many types of toys and his cock gets hard. Then you hold up a maid’s outfit…clearly not in your size. He tilts his head.

“You’ve been such a good boy lately; I want to treat you.”

“Das ist für mich?”

“All for you.” You say, holding the outfit out to him. “Try it on.”

He stands slowly and grabs the outfit. You sit on the bed opening the packaging to some toys as he gets dressed. König stands there looking at himself in the mirror. His muscles bulging in the tight outfit.

Stepping out of the bedroom, König sees you fully undressed. His jaw drops as he looks up and down your body.

“You look so hot König.”

He blushes and looks down at his own body before bashfully looking back up at you. “Ja?”

“Yes… come here.”

He walks to stand in front of you, his pale blue eyes gazing down at you. You reach up to caress his body, feeling his muscles underneath the fabric of the outfit. A hand dropping down to go under the skirt of the outfit, grabbing his hard cock.

“My handsome boy…” The words leave in a whisper as you walk around him, grabbing the cuff and placing them on his wrist.

You turn and walk to the bed, beckon him to follow you. The giant war criminal listens to you, no questions asked. “Bend over.”

He bends over the bed. His muscular ass showing from underneath the skirt of the maid’s outfit. You rub your hand over his ass before spanking lightly. Reaching for the riding crop, you step back and lightly tap his ass. No reaction. You reach back further and hit him with it again. He jumps slightly before letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you okay?”

“Ja.”

“Yes what?” You hit him again. A small red mark appearing on his pale skin.

“Ja Meisterin.”

“That’s my good boy.” You spank him a few more times. Reaching down, you grasp his balls and tug on them slightly before spanking him again. His body jumping slightly, making you giggle as you spank him once more.

“Who owns you?”

“You do, Meisterin.” The tone of his voice so tender.

“Good boy. Now lay on your back for me.” He maneuvers himself further onto the bed, rolling on to his back as he waited for your next move.

You go through one of the bags and find tape, nipple clamps, and a small pink vibrator. In one hand you hold the items and walk to the bed. With one finger you begin to flick his nipples, getting them hard. Once his pink nipples were erect, you place the clamps on them.

König winced slightly, but then bit his lower lip. “My little pain slut.” You giggle as you tug on the chain connected to the clamps. Standing off the bed, you walk around it, lightly hitting his abdomen with the riding prop.

König’s eyes are following your every move, watching as you walk in front of him and lift the skirt again, exposing his erection. Your hand wraps around it and begins to stroke his cock every so slightly. Spitting on it to lubricate it. König lets out shuttered breaths as you so this, the tip of his cock leaking even more precum.

Letting go, you get the small vibrator out, turning it on the first setting, then rubbing it on the underside of his cock’s head. His eyes go wide as he feels the vibration. He’s never tried touching himself with a toy before.

“You have to tell me which setting you like best.” You say as you switch through all five settings. On the third quick burst of vibrations, you see König begin to twitch.

“Tha- that one.” He manages to get out. “Bitte meine Meisterin.”

“Perfect.” The tape was easy to pull as you begin to wrap it around his boner, securing the vibrator to him. His legs twitch as he closes his eyes. A firm hand reaching down, grasping his jaw. “Open your eyes.”

He listens, his eyes instantly falling to your breasts. His mind fuzzy with the overwhelming sensation he is feeling right now.  Without breaking your eye contact, you climb up on to the bed and staddle his abdomen. You begin to grind your wet cunt along his solid belly, covering him in your arousal. A moan escaping your lips as König watches you do this with an intense gaze.

“Are you ready to eat my pussy?”

“Please Meisterin, please let me taste your pussy.”

“You’re being such a good boy.” Your legs move up until your lingering over his face, but facing to you can see his body. “Rub your nose in it.”

König uses his strong core to lean up and bury his aquiline nose deep into your pussy; taking in a deep breath as he does. Your smell is like candy to him, he can’t get enough. Slowly his tongue comes out and begins to lick between your pink folds. Thick globs of your creamy arousal being scooped up by his tongue.

In response you begin to rock your hips, matching his rhythm. Fingers going through his hair and pulling tightly. “Just like that.”

You lean forward and begin to stroke the shaft of him cock, his hips beginning to buck up into your hand rapidly. “Someone wants to cum…” You tease, feeling his head nod underneath you as he moans into your cunt.

“Will you cum for me?”

His hips begin to thrust quicker into your hand as his moans become louder. His tongue movements less precise and more erratic, like he is only focused on getting a taste and not actual pleasure for you.

“Good boy, cum for master.”

You lead forward so your ass if hoovering over his face instead of sitting on it. His balls tighten as his cock throbs. He tries his hardest to put his face back into your pussy while he cums, but you don’t give him that satisfaction. Toes curling as you leave him with only the view of your tight ass hole and creamy cunt.

His cock shoots out cum, the thick creamy cum falling on to your hand and his abdomen.

“Oh fuck!” König moans loudly. The vibration on the tip of his now extremely sensitive head was driving him wild. “Please, it’s too much now.”

A mischievous smirk crosses your face as you sit back down on his face. “Cum again for me."

[caelisblade]

— can‘t get enough | marius von hagen

this is a long bitch, 3.9k, ur welcome party people

cw: honeymoon smut, unprotected sex, fem!reader, use of good girl, baby (like, SO much), breeding kink, oral (both), i‘m too tired to think, sorry if i forgot something, oh and an emotional lovey dovey scene that made me question my entire life and almost sob bc i want this too

there‘s a little surprise at the end again :3

@valkyrayn HAH PROMISE KEPT !

you shrieked as marius lifted you up and carried you over the elevator’s exit, your arms were quickly around his neck to hold onto him tightly. 

“did you really think i’d forget about the tradition of how the husband carries his wife over the doorstep of their home in their first night as a married couple?”, marius laughed at your horrified expression. “i would never.”

“could’ve warned me, though”, you muttered, slapping his arm as he let you down again, before you could say something else, he had already leaned down to kiss you and get you to shut up. 

“shush, it’s the first night of us being married, baby. just let us enjoy these first moments, huh? this whole time i felt like you were somewhere else with your pretty head, i just need you with me for now”, he mumbled, his head buried against your neck as he smiled softly, placing a gentle kiss on the skin. 

“okay”, you replied, hugging him as you closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat as you slowly winded down. “i can’t believe we’re actually married now.” 

he chuckled, letting go of you for a moment to lift your hand with the golden wedding band on your finger, softly kissing the finger and you giggled. 

“we are, baby. it happened just earlier today”, marius laughed, blinking away a tear that was threatening to roll down his cheek. “i love you.” 

“i love you, too”, you replied as you moved further into the honeymoon slash penthouse suite marius had rented for your honeymoon. “this place is gorgeous”, you mumbled, looking around everything. it was so incredibly luxurious, the couch looked incredibly comfortable and you couldn’t wait to lay there with him and watch a movie or just cuddle and relax in his arms. 

“it really is, isn’t it? and we have this place all to ourselves for the next two weeks. i left our phones with vincent, he has the phone number of the landline in here so he’ll be the only person able to reach us in case of emergency. no social media, no press, nothing. just you and me in this gorgeous penthouse”, marius explained. “no one except for us will matter for the next two weeks.”

“you really thought of everything, didn’t you?”, you giggled. “let me unpack and get changed, i have been itching to get out of this dress for hours.” 

“let me help you?”, marius followed you with your suitcases and immediately got to work with the zipper and buttons, pulling it down and the dress fell down to the ground, revealing your almost naked body that was only covered by some lacy panties. 

“hey, out with you now!”, you giggled, throwing a pillow at him. “no peeking at the surprise! my bridesmaids got me this really hot lingerie and you can’t peek until we fuck.” 

marius pouted like a kid being denied of his favorite snack as he caught the pillow with ease – in a way, the fact that he was denied of his favorite snack was accurate. especially considering he ate you out almost every morning because he simply enjoyed the way you trembled in his grasp from how good he made you feel and how much he enjoyed the way you tasted on his tongue. 

“i’ll order us some food, yeah? you must be hungry”, he disappeared into the living room and you heard him talk shortly after. 

immediately, you opened the suitcases and took out the set of lingerie and satin robe – your best friend had purchased and packed it into yours. it took you a little moment of gathering your confidence before you went out, smiling at marius as he was seated on the couch. 

“did you order some food?”, you asked him and he nodded. 

“mhm, i wonder what’s hidden underneath the robe”, marius chuckled, immediately pulling you into his arms as he tried to untie the robe. 

“nuh-uh. not so fast. i’m still hungry”, you teased him, slapping his hands away. “after dinner, baby.”

“god, you’re such a fucking tease”, he groaned in frustration and leaned back. “at least let me hold you. i haven’t been able to cuddle with you in two weeks because your stupid bridesmaids forbade me to be with you because of that stupid bad luck hoax.” 

“yeah… i missed you a lot, too. i really did. but hey, now we’re here and we got two whole weeks to catch up on that lost time, huh?”, you grinned, peppering kisses over his neck, melting into his arms as you simply enjoyed his presence. 

“oh, fuck, yes we are. and believe me, we’ll be fucking quite a lot, too, so get ready for that, babe”, he smirked as he kissed you on the lips but depriving you of that simple pleasure by pulling away quickly after. 

you pouted and he just laughed at how cute you were, kissing your temple again. 

“don’t worry, we’ll get to do that more than you could wish for in our future together, hm?” 

a couple of minutes later, the elevator door dinged and the delivery person arrived, leaving your food on the table. marius went ahead and gave the kid a generous tip, smiling gently as the kid wanted to refuse since it was quite a lot, but marius shut down any protests and the kid thanked him profusely and congratulated you both for your wedding before leaving. 

it was obvious, the tabloids were having a field day with marius von hagen, the bachelor of his social standing, finally settling down and getting married. 

once the food was ready to eat, you both dove in, you let out a groan at how good it all tasted and you giggled when you saw marius stare at you, the sound you let out was not one you usually let out outside of the bedroom. 

“damn, you must have been starving, huh?”, marius laughed lightly and dove in himself. 

you continued eating as you talked, chatted about everything before you started to clean up the leftovers and moved to the bedroom where marius finally untied the knot of your robe, gently pushing the silk fabric over your shoulders and revealing probably the hottest set of lingerie he ever had seen you wear. and this was all for him. 

“fuck, baby, you’re so gorgeous”, he groaned, one hand on your cheek as he kissed you as the other slowly wandered down your body, before he snapped the clip of your bra open to let it fall down your body. 

his lips quickly latched onto one of your nipples, as he played with the other with his fingers, pinching, squeezing and rolling his thumb over the sensitive nub. you let out a soft moan, hands buried in his hair as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“ah, fuck, marius, please”, you whimpered; he slowly pushed you towards the massive bed as you laid down and he was on top of you immediately. 

“you sound so sweet for me, baby. don’t worry, i’ll fuck you. i’ll fuck you so good your legs won’t stop shaking because of how good you feel and we’ll be covered in our mess”, he whispered, his voice soft and gentle but his actions were not. 

he pulled your panties aside to expose your cunt, smiling as you were clenching around nothing when the cold air hit your needy pussy. “so needy and so fucking wet, all for me”, he mumbled before he pulled your panties off and threw the fabric away. 

“you looked divine in that lingerie but my favorite will still be you naked underneath me, sweetheart”, he mumbled before he spread your legs with his hands, they were gripping your thighs so hard you were sure you would feel the grip tomorrow still. 

“let me eat that pretty pussy of yours, hm? had me deprived of your taste for two weeks, let me remind you of how good i can eat you”, he groaned before he dove in, lips sucking on your clit as his flattened tongue licked up a stripe over your pussy, and then again and again. 

“marius!”, you whimpered his name, a sob leaving your lips as you felt him tease you and edge you over and over, never continuing long enough to make you come for him. “please, don’t- don’t tease me.” 

“oh, let me have my fun, sweetie, huh?”, he pouted innocently. “i deserve this after being forced into a dry spell for two whole weeks.” 

“idiot”, you whimpered. “but okay, fuck, yes, you do.” 

“exactly, good girl”, he giggled, kissing all over your thighs and getting back closer to your pussy. “you deserve to cum for that.” 

before you could say anything else, his tongue was buried back in your folds as you moaned out loudly, he flattened his tongue once more and played with your clit as you thrashed around and with a loud whine you finally came, hips jerking up and you whined as his nose was right against your sensitive clit. 

he laughed lightly as he forcefully spread your legs again as they had wrapped around his head when that orgasm hit you like a truck. 

“keep those pretty legs spread, baby. need my snack, hm? haven’t tasted you in so long, i’m starving”, he groaned against your pussy before he spat on it and rubbed the mix of your cum and his spit with his thumb on your clit, smirking at how your hips twitched up and down again. 

“marius, fuck, it’s– ah, it’s too much”, you whined, fingers buried in his hair as the overstimulation hit and you were shaking and trembling in his tight grasp, eyes shut as you cried out when he played around with your clit. 

he slowly entered two fingers in your pussy, moving them in and out in a quick pace as you ended up coming once more, creaming around his fingers and you tried to catch your breath as he pulled his fingers out and crawled back on top of you after placing one last gentle kiss on your thigh. 

“came so good for me, baby, god, i’m so proud of you”, he groaned softly, he laid down next to you before he pulled you on top of him, your lower body still covered by the panties that barely even covered anything. 

you quickly pulled up his t-shirt, he helped you get it off his gorgeous body, before you leaned down again, wandering down his chest and abs with your lips, before you got to his pants and pulled it off alongside his boxers, his cock slapped against his stomach as you noticed the precum leaking from his angry red tip, smiling at how needy he had gotten for you. 

“fuck, baby, you’re so hard”, you giggled, slowly wrapping his hand around your husband’s cock and teasingly and gently jerking him off. “you’re so adorable.” 

“stop teasing me and let me fuck those pretty lips of yours, hm?”, marius groaned, hand on the back of your head as he pushed you closer to his cock and you nodded eagerly, wrapping your lips around his tip, taking him down your throat and gagging as you challenged your gag reflex. “such a good girl for me, fuuuck. taking your husband’s cock so good like the perfect wife you are, don’t you?” 

he guided your head deeper down his cock, you spluttered as you took down more than you thought you could, spit was connecting your lips with his tip as you went back up to catch your breath. “come on, baby, make me cum. make your husband cum for you, all the way down your throat”, he urged you on, as you went down on him again, your tongue flattening over his length as you went back up. 

it didn’t take long – he had been on the edge ever since he learned that he wasn’t going to be allowed to see you in the two weeks before the wedding. he was coming down your throat and whimpered your name over and over again, the soft giggle he let out as he was coming down from the haze of his orgasm had you smile softly, you placed a gentle kiss on his tip before you laid down on top of him again, kissing him as your hands buried into his hair. 

“fuck, baby, you did so well”, he mumbled into the kiss, turning you both around again, that you were underneath him once more and he kissed you, the kiss starting out so gentle before it grew desperate, hungry. 

“i need to fuck you, baby, god, i missed that pussy of yours so bad”, he grunted as he pulled the lacy panties down your legs. he had his cock in his hand, jerking off for a moment before he tapped your clit with his tip, smirking as you twitched from the previous overstimulation. 

“please, i’m ready, baby, please, just fuck me”, you begged, arms around his shoulders and you waited for him so patiently, your eyes pretty much sparkling as you looked at him. “please?”

“fuck, you’re so sweet, baby”, he groaned, aligning his tip with your entrance and working his length inside, not full on slamming his cock inside like he would usually but slowly, inch by inch until he was buried deep inside. “feels so good to be back, baby, god, i missed that pussy of yours way too much.” 

“i missed your cock, marius, baby”, you whined, burying your face into the crook of his neck, “and i missed you, so fucking much. two weeks apart of you was literal hell, please, don’t ever leave me for such a long time again.” 

as he fucked you, keeping everything slow and romantic, with kisses over your face, lips and neck, you felt tears well up in your eyes from the overstimulation and the fact that you hadn’t seen him until you were standing in front of him in your wedding dress. 

“oh, baby, are you crying?”, he gently mumbled, stopping his movements altogether for a moment as he watched your every single reaction carefully. “shh, don’t cry, baby, everything is okay, what’s wrong?”

“n-nothing”, you sniffled softly, your hand on his cheek as you looked into his gorgeous purple eyes. “i just missed you so, so much. being apart from you was just too much for me to handle and now you’re here, with me and i just.. fuck i’m just so in love with you, marius. i was feeling too much at once and everything just got too much.” 

marius chuckled softly and you felt something wet drop onto your shoulder. “i feel the same, baby, i almost started sobbing earlier because i was just so happy. it was so crazy”, he mumbled. 

everything was so incredibly emotional either of you forgot you had planned on fucking each other’s brains out for a moment. 

“i love you, so much”, he mumbled, smiling against your jaw. 

“i love you, too, baby”, you replied, finally remembering that he still was buried deep in your pussy and laughed at the current situation. you shook your head as you smiled at him softly and your lips parted as you felt him move slowly again, the grunts he let out with each thrust were like music to your ears. 

“ah, fuck, marius, please!”, you whined nails scraping his back as you felt yourself get closer to the edge once more, the knot in your tummy so fucking close to snap. “don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” 

his pace grew harder, faster and he grunted lowly before he let out a long groan, hips stilling as his orgasm hit him so intense that his own legs were shaking, he filled you up and made your tummy feel so warm. this simple thing triggered your own orgasm, having you cry out his name before you started to calm down, your body still shaking in the aftershocks. 

“my pretty girl, you came so good for me, baby. took my cock so well”, he mumbled, kissing all over your face. you loved his praises, those dirty words coming out of his mouth and making you feel so giddy and happy. 

“more”, you mumbled softly, almost so quiet that he didn’t hear you. but he did. he would always. 

“more? can you handle more, baby?”, he asked with a smirk and genuine worry. he knew that you were sensitive, twitching at every single touch of his. 

“mhm, i can”, you whispered, “i know i can. need you more.” 

marius nodded before he resumed his thrusts, first slowly, testing the waters with how you reacted on the additional stimulation before he started going harder and faster, skin slapping against skin as he fucked you over and over, filling you with his cum once more. 

“such a pretty doll for me, baby, so fucking pretty, come for me, make me proud and just make a mess of me, of us, huh?”, he egged you on. marius grabbed your legs as he pushed your legs up into a mating press, and you moaned loudly, letting out a sob as everything slowly became too much to handle. 

“fuck, you’re so wet, baby”, he groaned, “so fucking easy to fuck you now, isn’t it? you like that, baby? like how i fuck you so hard your legs are trembling from the stimulation?”

“yes! ah, fuck, yes”, you cried out, as you creamed once more around him, sobbing as he once more stilled his hips deep inside of you, burying his seed so deep inside of you, before he pulled out, giggling in the post-orgasmic haze as he watched his cum drip out and making a mess of the sheets. 

“you’re so fucking hot, baby, i can’t get enough of you”, he mumbled as he laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms and softly massaging your body as you both were so incredibly exhausted. “but let’s get you cleaned up first and sleep, huh? you look so exhausted, i don’t want to force you to more than you can handle”, he whispered softly before he rolled off the bed and grabbed you to carry you towards the bathroom where he turned on the shower. 

he grabbed some soap and gently massaged the gel onto your skin, before he washed everything off, especially the cum that had started drying out on your thighs. 

once you were both settled and dressed again, you cuddled, he was holding you from behind as you both slowly winded down and fell asleep in each others arms. 

—

“wake up, babe”, you heard him mumbling into you ear as you stretched your body, smiling at him with a tired look in your eyes. “good morning, sweetheart.” 

“good morning”, you mumbled back, enjoying the warmth of his body next to yours and the sun shining right into your face. 

“did you sleep well after yesterday?”, marius chuckled lightly, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “i didn’t go too rough on you, did i?”

“mh, no, don’t worry. i’m good”, you replied as you turned around in his arms. “it was perfect. you were perfect.” 

once you both got up from the bed and got dressed – you simply put on one of his shirts because you were lazy for anything else – you went to the kitchen, putting on an apron and started putting some things together for breakfast. “hey, i could’ve ordered us something!”, marius protested when he stepped out of the shower and went into the kitchen as well, drying off his upper body. 

“no, i can just cook something really quick, don’t worry. it’s fine”, you replied with a soft smile, kissing him gently. it was intended to be just a peck but… to be fair, when did one single kiss with marius stay just one single quick kiss? 

the kiss quickly turned into something deeper, the passion and need you both felt for each other was not dealt with last night as you both were not only overstimulated but also exhausted from the last two weeks of wedding preparations and the ceremony plus reception. 

“i should get back to making breakfast, don’t want it to burn”, you mumbled but couldn’t stop him at all, all defenses in your body melting by the second as he practically devoured you. 

“i don’t care what you want to do, i’ll order you the best breakfast possible. just let me fuck you”, he groaned as he untied the knot of the apron and pulled it off your neck, before he lifted your – well, his – shirt up and pushed you against the counter. he quickly turned the stove off and put the pan aside so it wouldn’t burn down, before he had two of his fingers buried in your cunt, making you cry out at the sudden intrusion. 

“a-ah! fuck”, you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he looked down on you, watching those pretty expressions unfold on your face, lips parting into a little ‘o’ as you couldn’t bring out a sound anymore, he lifted one of your legs with his free hand and wrapped it around his waist as he held you tightly. his fingers were moving fast, the wet sounds were so embarrassing for you but you were so fucked out, you couldn’t remember what you were going to do. 

“come for me, baby, take my fingers and come for me”, he groaned into your ear, curling his fingers as he hit your sweet spot as your body trembled and you creamed around his fingers. 

marius smiled at your fucked out expression as you tried to calm down again, pulling his fingers out again before he licked them clean, letting out a grunt at how good you tasted. 

“need to fuck you, baby”, he mumbled against your neck and he pulled down his shorts before he lifted you onto the kitchen counter and aligned his cock with your entrance. 

once he was buried deep inside, there was nothing holding him back any longer. the difference to yesterday was, he was just straight up needy this morning. he fucked you like his life depended on it, rough, hard and relentless. the only goal in marius’ mind was to fuck his cum in you and get you pregnant with his heir. 

“you like that, don’t you, baby?”, he moaned into you ear. “the thought of me fucking you until you get pregnant with my baby, our baby.” 

you could only nod, your brain was fully empty ever since he had his dick back inside of you and you couldn’t help but cry out when you felt his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot. nothing else mattered in that moment, not now. 

you would think of the consequences later. 

marius’ thrusts grew more and more erratic before he stilled, his cum deep in your core and he leaned his head against your shoulder as you hugged him, not caring that you didn’t reach your high. he just looked so vulnerable right now, nothing else mattered. 

“fuck, i can’t get enough of you, baby”, he whispered. “don’t care how many times i say it, just need more and more of you. you’re my everything.” 

and before you knew it, he was rubbing your clit with his thumb, proceeding to fuck his seed in your womb with his cock and having you cry out as you came and made a mess of everything as you squirted. 

“such a good girl for me, baby”, he mumbled. “wanna go back to bed and let your husband fuck you again?” 

the only reply you could give was a nod, smiling as he easily carried you off to bed again to make you feel like in heaven again. 

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marius eating you out pt. 2

marius and his breeding kink :3

marius playing with you

marius using you :3

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[heartfullofleeches]

Happy Birthday, C.C!

(And a happy belated Valentine's day. One holiday is a bit more important to me than the other. Gotta celebrate my favorite incubus's day or he may cut me. Reader is brief mentioned to be wearing lingerie, but there really isn't anything that suggestive in this fic- Enjoy!)

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When asked what he wanted for his birthday, C.C gave the same answer nearly every year.

"Why would I want anything when I already have everything I need?.... A new pair of shoes would be nice, but I'm really not that picky about what I get."

A successful career, the funds to purchase whatever trivial possession he desired. If he hadn't found fame and fortune early on in his life on earth, C.C would have been more than happy to mooch off of the desperate, lonely humans who'd do give him just about anything for a crumble of his attention. A short while ago, the only presents that mattered were what he received from the select few in his family he deemed worth the title, but something that has changed recently - another person entering his life who he puts on the same pedestal as the blood he holds dear if not higher.

If there was one thing C.C didn't want for his birthday - it was waking up in an empty bed all by himself.

Reaching an arm over your side of the bed, the drowsy demon is rudely dragged from his sleep as he finds no one there next to him. It's funny to think that a year prior he would have had no problem with this. Now, his heart sinks every time there's no one at his side. You're cruel for making him so dependent on you like this - and not being beside him on his big day.

C.C grumbles something under his breath - stumbling out of bed, making a grab for his phone on the nightstand as he exits the room. The second he turns it on, he's bombarded with hundreds of birthday wishes from friends and fans across several social media accounts. C.C swipes them all away, only bother to read any of the notifications in case he misses a message from you saying you're out. Why you'd leave without him is beyond him, but it was the best his groggy mind could come up with. Turning the corner that leads to the living room, a sea of curses sound from the kitchen muffled by running water.

"Shit, shit, shit- Fuck, why won't it come off?!"

C.C would recognize that voice anywhere. He scurries into the kitchen - biting back a laugh at your unfortunate state of appearance. There you stood over the sink, frantically scrubbing at your palms with a sponge. It was all over your hands, the robe you wore, even your face - pink stains that stubbornly refused to come out no matter how hard you tried. On the counter behind you was a bowl filled with a pinkish mixture - a bottle of red food dye still mixing its top and covered in red fingerprints seating beside it. C.C creeps over while you're distracted and sticks his fingers in the batter.

It's pancake mix.

"Mmm... I think all that dye is supposed to be in the bowl, babe."

Startled by the voice behind you, the sponge hits the bottom of the sink with a wet splat as you look behind you - hands quick at fixing your robes over scantily dressed body. "C.C? You're awake?! You're usually not up til noon - I thought I had more time.... Happy Birthday!"

The more attempt to hide it, the more C.C notices parts of your skimpy attire beneath the robe he had got you on your own special day. C.C loved to see you in his favorite color, but the bright pink fabric lessened the nearly see through aspect of your underwear and top in this lighting. The stockings you wore made up for it well enough - another accessories he loved to see on you that he made sure to voice many times before.

C.C gathers some of the paper towels on the counter. "Well I see you were at least trying to make breakfast - or get readying for Halloween a few months in advance. Sexy vampire is always a nice look."

"The seal just wouldn't come off and when it finally did it spilled all over me... I'm sorry for messing breakfast."

"Hush." C.C pulls you in close, wetness bleeding through his shirt as he embraces you, but he doesn't seem to mind. "We still have everything we need. I'll help you finish up and then we can take a shower together and spend the day in bed. You didn't put that outfit on just for show, did you?~"

"No, it was actually meant to be your Valentine's gift but.... I still haven't gotten your birthday present yet. I was going to take you to the mall and let you decide since there's so many things you like..."

C.C holds you tighter - grinning from ear to ear as he looks over your shoulder at all you've done for him. 'Don't worry.... I have everything I want right here."

[melis-writes]

(2024) My current collection of The Godfather/The Godfather Part II Merch Part 1!

You can check out my Al Pacino merch collection here!

Part 2 here!

All purchased in 2021 when I was in Turkey! From the top, left to right, "A Life on The Wire" is an autobiography about Al. The one and only, "The Godfather" by Mario Puzo, and the bottom left there is actually a blank Godfather notebook I purchased in Turkey as well. I have the Coppola Restoration of all 5 discs in a collection for the films and extra contents!

Godfather I and II posters! Also all purchased from local online retailers in Turkey from 2021 and 2022.

A little cardboard Vito cutout! I bought this in a local bookstore in Turkey in 2022.

My prized Michael Corleone 1:6 figurine! 🥺🖤 I got him from Aliexpress, but he certainly did not look like this because his face/head was different and he was wearing a blue suit (that he never wore in any movie ever). If I didn't modify Michael, he would have been about $350 CAD or so. He looked like this before:

I put together about $100 CAD of modifications on him to get a new had, new hands and a new suit, and voila!

My Godfather phone cases!

My Godfather funkos are everything! 🥺 Vito and Michael are the only ones that have 2 funkos from the first two films.

A Godfather air freshener is needed in my car, of course. 🤭

A cute Godfather Part II poster gifted to me by my best friend alongside more merch in 2021!

This here I was so pleasantly shocked to find in a local Turkish bookstore in 2022. I couldn't find an English version of this to save my life. It was titled (translated) as The Godfather Family Album. It's extremely unique in terms of the content inside, like a folder keeping tabs on all of the events, newspaper clippings and character profiles!

The Godfather magazine I purchased off Amazon (Canada) in 2022.

The official motion picture archives book of The Godfather from Amazon (Canada).

A 3D printout (made by a local seller in Turkey) of The Godfather's title on top of a set of Godfather playing cards (also bought from a novelty store in Turkey) in 2022.

A Godfather mug that reads "I don't apologize to take care of my family" with Vito on one side and the film's logo on the other. Found in a Turkish bookstore in 2022!

A 3D printout bust of Vito Corleone, made by a local Turkish seller I bought in 2022.

Probably one of my all time favourite merch pieces ever... this huge, glossy photo filled Godfather Family Album. I cannot recommend this enough for diehard Godfather fans! 🖤

Michael Corleone in The Godfather Part II as a phone case. 🤭

Hands down my favourite movie poster of The Godfather Part II.

A Godfather board/card game called "An Offer You Can't Refuse" was the first Godfather related game of any kind I bought in 2022 from a private seller in Canada.

The Godfather trivia game!! I've yet to meet anyone who can beat me when it comes to the first two films' trivia. 🤭😂

A mini Godfather music player that absolutely plays the most dazzling little version of the film's theme song next to a lego version of Vito! The lego vito was gifted to me in 2021 by my best friend. I bought the music player from Aliexpress in 2022.

[into-deepspace]

out of the black {part 1/3}

sylus/mc • gender neutral mc • 1k • ao3 link • part 2 • requests open reblogs appreciated!!

pre-relationship || the real OTP here is MC/sylus's money :) || annoyances to lovers Summary: Sylus gifts MC his card for their troubles, and finds that their taste is very different than what he's used to. Some encouragement is in order, don't you think?

“That’ll be six fifty-nine,” the tea shop worker says cheerily. MC nods, glancing down briefly to pull their wallet from their pocket. It’s been a long day, and on their way out of the office they’d decided that if it was a pick-me-up they wanted, then it was a pick-me-up that they’d have.

So, they’d gone slightly out of their way, parking their bike outside the tea shop they’ve frequented. They take off their helmet and fix their hair as best at they can without a mirror as they walk in. From there, it’s a simple task of waiting and deciding just what they want before they order.

Now, here they are, the last little obstacle between them and their beloved boba tea the tablet in front of them. They pull their card from their wallet…

And pause.

Right. They’d forgotten about the new card nestled behind their usual debit.

As they’d started getting closer with Sylus (maybe a bit closer than they should be getting), he’d gifted them a copy of his card. His stupid fucking black card, that he’d held almost carelessly between two fingers as he’d reached it out to them about a week or so ago.

“A treat for your troubles,” he’d smirked, and then pulled one of those little vinyl card stickers in a dark, metallic green from his pocket. “In case you don’t want the world knowing just what kind of card you’ve got in that little wallet of yours.” MC had scowled at him; how the hell he knew these stupid little details about them, they have no clue.

Not wanting to quarrel with Sylus (and knowing they’d lose), they just took the card, sitting down in a fancy nearby chair to apply the sticker because they really did not want someone catching a glimpse of this card in their pocket.

They hadn’t really planned on using it, thus why it was behind their own card. But, here they are, contemplating. They thumb at the card for a brief moment.

It’s a few dollars less from their own account. They’re not tight on money, but they definitely keep to a budget, and a few extra dollars here could mean another night of hot pot or a few more stuffed animals later. And, well, Sylus had invited them to spend freely.

They pull out the card, select the 25% tip option, and tap it to the scanner. The total comes to eight dollars and twenty-four cents, and they bite at their lip. It’s a bit much to spend on a single cup of boba tea, but Sylus shouldn’t miss it too bad, right?

A few minutes of waiting later, and they’re walking out with a cup of mango tea and a yellow straw, tucking both into their bag for the drive home. As they swing one leg over their bike, their phone buzzes. Curiously, they pause to unlock it and view the text.

New Message from Rich Asshole 6:27 PM

Do you think so lowly of me, sweetheart?

Attached is an image, a screenshot to be precise, of Sylus’s bank transactions. The contrast that MC immediately catches is almost funny.

Most of the screen consists of several large purchases, anywhere from a couple hundred to several tens of thousands of dollars. Then, at the very top and circled in red, is the eight dollar purchase MC had just made. They sigh, putting their phone back in their pocket.

Just as they merge back into the bustling Linkon traffic, their phone rings, the sound coming through their helmet. With an exasperated “Oh, my god,” they tap the side of their helmet to pick up the call.

“Hello, sweetie,” Sylus says, in that infuriatingly nice voice of his. MC glares at the traffic light they’ve just stopped at.

“What do you want.”

“Eight whole dollars,” Sylus begins, and MC can hear the stupid smirk through the phone. “And twenty-three cents. Have I failed to imbue you with a taste for the finer things in life?” The light turns green. 

“Twenty-four cents,” they say, correcting him.

“It’s worse than I thought.”

MC sighs, turning on their right blinker and merging into the corresponding lane, making a turn just a moment later.

“Did you just call to talk about my apparently lacking spending habits?” they ask. Sylus really does seem like the kind of guy to get pissy that the latest object of his interest isn’t using his assets as frivolously as they could be.

“What did you buy?” Sylus asks, completely ignoring the question. MC knows better than to try and steer the conversation back.

“Mango tea,” they reply.

“What grade?”

“Uh. Commercial?” At this, Sylus laughs, a deep and smooth thing that MC can practically hear dollar signs in. MC groans. “God, Sylus, can’t I just enjoy my eight dollar tea? That’s overpriced for us peasants, you know.” Sylus hums again, infuriating as usual.

“You don’t need to be shy, you know,” he says. “I have more than enough to provide for you ten times over.”

“What are you, my sugar daddy?” MC scoffs, turning onto the street where the Hunters’ apartments are. “You’re like those stereotypical rich boyfriends on social media, ‘Ohhh look at what I bought my girlfriend, isn’t it so expensive? Aren’t I so rich? Look how I gift her my black card so she can spend thousands of dollars a day.’”

“I wouldn’t mind if you spent a few thousand a day,” Sylus says, voice casually earnest, missing the entire point. “Do you have such purchases in mind?”

“I can’t stand you,” MC says in lieu of an answer. “I’m hanging up on you now.” And, before he can answer, they do. They cut the call with another tap to their helmet as they park their bike on the street, taking a heavy breath as they take off their helmet once more.

They think about Sylus’s words as they walk up the few flights of stairs to their apartment, and as they unlock their door, a resolve settles in their mind. It’s a bit petty, maybe, but they find that they don’t care, fuelled by annoyance.

Sylus wants them to spend his money, huh? Well, then that’s exactly what they’ll do.

[dramallamas]

Because you cannot pry British Juwon from my hands here are some Juwon headcanons based on his time in England and a bit about how it affects his life in Korea. Featuring Kwon Hyeok obviously.

Language Headcanons:

He is bilingual and is fully fluent in both English and Korean.

He learnt French in school but has forgotten most of it.

It actually got to a point where he would forget words in Korean and ask Hyeok what they were. So he would write down words he forgot and memorise them.

He still sometimes, tho very very rarely, forgets words. He has a note in his phone of them.

He spoke Korean with Hyeok but whenever either of them went out, they spoke English.

Hyeok was fluent but has not maintained the same level as Juwon since moving back to Korea.

Juwon mumbles in English to himself when thinking hard and believing he’s alone. However, people have caught him do this from time to time.

His English voice is a tiny bit deeper than his Korean one but not many people notice it (DS does tho 👀).

He speaks English pretty articulately, and has more of a southern accent.

He says scone like phone and not like gone.

Dongsik adores when Juwon speaks English and has actually picked up a couple words himself.

Unconsciously swears in English… including in rated E moments.

When he’s stressed/upset and gets the opportunity to just explode (obviously after he’s bottled it) he talks in a mush of both languages.

Other Headcanons:

Juwon went to a private school in England and Hyeok taught him extra at home.

He did not have a lot of friends but had one or two that he liked tolerated.

Definitely got picked on by other kids for being quiet or weird. That was until he full on punched a kid and got in deep shit for it, but nobody picked on him again so Juwon called it a win.

He though british/western food was mostly bland but there was a certain elegance and comfort in its simplicity.

Did not go out often, and flat out refused to go to clubs.

He did apply for UK universities and did a year or two before going to the Korean Police Uni.

Did get into a good uni, like Russell group uni (maybe Oxford?), and yet didn’t get accommodation and simply got his own place instead (his hate of sharing things and richness coming into play). He also learnt to cook there.

His father never visited but did send money to the two of them, though Hyeok also got a job out there.

He does not have the best spice tolerance due to western food being… not that spicy.

He has an English name, but doesn’t like to use it unless he has to. He much prefers Juwon.

Has been asked out by a variety of people but turned everyone down as politely as possible (unless they were pushy then he got annoyed and was very bitchy about it). He has never been interested in anyone.

Has read every single sherlock holmes book in English and still has copies in his Seoul apartment.

The only jobs he had in England were from mandatory work experience. 

Despite not really being social, he did get to know a book store worker when he went to purchase something out of the classics section.

Yes he read classics and older literature, you’re gonna tell me he didn’t? But his guilty pleasure was fantasy books. He definitely read mostly in English (more accessible) but did pick up the odd Korean book too.

His notes for cases in korea are a mash of Korean and English, mostly just writing in whatever language flows out first. There’s not a lot of time to get them down and nobody else is gonna see them so he doesn’t care about it.

Feel free to drop your own thoughts and opinions and reminder that these are MY HEADCANONS and may not fully align with yours :)

[poppurini]

FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES ：with lilia ヾ( ˃o˂ )◞

note. doing all five for this man bc i’m greedy

wc. 1566﹐gn!reader mostly but fem!reader in one small part of a section ig? in giving gifts!

giving gifts — for some people, receiving / giving a heartfelt gift is what makes them feel most loved.

this one’s a given! he loves travelling, so he’ll definitely bring you lots and lots of souvenirs. i feel like lilia’s definitely the kind to give you rings / bracelets / necklaces stored with the sand from the beach you two went to or something similar teehee. the kind to randomly gift you something even when there’s no special occasion. “this reminds me of you” kind of bf <3 definitely remembers the things you like / your preferences to make you even happier!

i also think lilia would gift you handmade crafts! the moment he finds out there are such creative ways to express one’s love to another? oh boy, he’s purchasing all the colour papers, glue sticks, popsicle sticks, whatever! yknow those diy cube thingies that could be opened and pictures are stuck to each and every side? yeah those. he’ll definitely make it colourful and sparkly! maybe even a little messy / some errors here and there but it’s just so lilia to do that, one look at it and people can guess who it’s from. it’s definitely much more endearing than picture-perfect ones.

flowers flowers flowers! he never forgets them. you might even need to remind him that you’ve ran out of vases! i’ve said this so many times in my lilia posts but i will die on this hill he gives you flowers native to briar valley, his homeland. not to mention the scented letters written in perfect cursive? the poems? just him spilling out all his love for you on ink? search for the meaning of those flowers and you’ll run into his arms crying and peppering his face with kisses, swear.

also loves matching with you! matching keychains, bracelets, necklaces, anklets, phone cases, rings (wink), pretty much everything. will buy “she’s my queen” “he’s my king” neon coloured couple t-shirts, ironically or not it’s up to your sanity. he’ll also give you rocks he finds cool looking he’s so stupid (i want to exchange vows with him)

acts of service — for these people, actions speak louder than words. these are nice things you do for your partner that make them feel loved and appreciated.

he likes doing things for you. trouble with homework? let him help! going somewhere? let him fly you! oh, your laundry’s piling up…let him play his favourite horror movie on the tv first! wanna take a drink but too lazy to get up from the bed? fine, fine, but you gotta give him a kiss as a reward later, kay? even though he could just use magic to float it towards you, he just wants an excuse to steal kisses.

definitely offers to cook but who would want that. so he’ll try his best to assist you in the kitchen upon your orders! no five tablespoons of salt or frog slime in the soup? tsk. he does dishes most of the time since he’s not allowed to cook in your kitchen anymore :(

this sounds so unserious but it gets me on my knees. he orders food / inquires concerns—“they asked for no pickles” that kind—for you if you’re too scared or shy to do it. no i will not elaborate further. also very casually swipes a few tissues, grabs your jaw gently and wipes the crumbs at the corner of your mouth while continue to hum to your words. if you complain about how you were planning on doing it yourself later he just chuckles and gives your cheek a teasing pat. oh, just let him take care of you, would you? he doesn’t mind, you just keep taking about your day and tell him about the kitten you saw. taking care of others is one of his best feats!

quality time — this is all about giving the other person your undivided attention. they feel loved if you are present and focused on them when you are together.

he will always, and i mean always, make time for you. he’s already old and gets a wild card to do whatever he wants in his life so ofc he’d want to spend it all on you! especially if he had no choice but to put you second hundreds of years ago back when he had royal duties (if you guys are already together then) he’ll definitely make it up to you now.

i feel like lilia is HEAVY on quality time due to his race as a fae and former general status, he knows far too well how fleeting time can be and how much you could lose from it, so he really appreciates time with you no matter how it’s spent. even lazing on the couch and having simple cuddles would be enough to make his old heart melt! him lying stomach down in between your legs and resting his cheek on your stomach; just wrapping his arms around your figure and snuggling in, he’ll groan like he’s getting a professional full body massage when you play with his hair / massage his scalp.

but of course he still wishes to travel around the globe with you, his darling love. just think of the amount of things you two are going to experience! witnessing new cultures and sights, the inevitable small arguments during vacations, sliding the curtains open fully at the break of dawn to let the sun shine on your sleepy figure and hearing your groggy groans, catching the pillow you throw at him, they’ve got lilia’s heart thumping loudly in its cage.

psst, as a bonus, tell him you want attention while he’s gaming and he’ll immediately log out for you <3 eh, he can tackle this raid later. sorry user gloomurai!

words of affirmation — this language uses words to affirm other people. it’s about expressing affection through spoken words, praise, or appreciation.

SCREAMS TILL MY VOCAL CHORDS BREAK he has no qualms repeating his affection and admiration for you, especially if you’re someone who constantly craves it; he’ll gladly remind you every minute of the day. lilia would cradle you in his arms, humming a calm tune while caressing your skin and pressing chaste kisses to your forehead / hair every now and then.

pats your head reassuringly and lets you bury yourself into his shoulder / chest if you’re feeling particularly clingy that day; telling you how pretty you are, how cute you are, how your silly little jokes and laughs got him feeling like a schoolboy in love—“you know, like those, what do you call it? shoujo mangas?”—and how you got this legendary former war general completely wrapped around your finger.

i think there’s something so beautiful about one accepting your flaws and aiding you to solve the problem if it’s possible instead of just brushing you off by singing false praises…and that’s what my interpretation of lilia is. what’s that? you feel bad for being a “burden” and not good enough for him? nonsense. he loves you with his entire heart and soul, that also includes loving your flaws and helping you through it.

now, that doesn’t mean he thinks you’re a burden or unworthy of him, but he’ll find the root of the problem together with you to know why you feel this way so he could truly help you through it and make you feel better about yourself, it’s what you deserve. it really aches the man’s heart to hear you speak of yourself so negatively when all he thinks of you is everything good and butterflies in his stomach.

physical touch — to this person, nothing speaks more deeply than appropriate physical touch. they feel love through physical affection.

lilia loves having an arm around your waist, caressing it gently with his thumb while he nods and listens attentively to you talk about your day. he’ll gently brush a stray strand of hair out of the way or tuck it behind your ear to get a better view of your— what, you look better with your hair framing your face? wrong! you look good whenever and right now he wants to admire your pretty face with no obstacles in the way.

his hand, although small, is firm and heavy against yours. absolutely loves intertwining your fingers together and rubbing his thumb on your skin, he’ll kiss the inside of your wrist while looking into your eyes with a warm gaze, always the romantic.

one of the things that makes him absolutely go weak is you sitting on his lap!! probably likes you straddling him most because he gets to be closest with you that way. it isn’t even about being sensual he just adores holding your body close against his, melting into each other’s warm and secure embrace with no care in the world.

when you’re in this position, you’ll find him speaking in a softer tone, perhaps even a little deeper than his usual voice (see: general lilia times). maybe he’s doing it on purpose because he knows it flusters you or maybe he just feels safe and allows himself to be vulnerable around you. he’ll do reassuring caresses on your thighs, waist, or both; drawing random patterns and sometimes even telling you to guess them with a small chuckle.

he’s always holding you with such tender love and care it undoubtedly makes you melt each and every time, and he’s not even trying. his hold just harbours such genuine love and affection for you, it’s another way of exposing his feelings bare to you if he wasn’t speaking up about it already. he’d love to touch you at all times if possible, it’s a solid reminder that you’re still here, with him.

he cups your cheek benevolently with one hand, caressing the heated skin and giving chaste kisses to those lips he’s addicted to, murmuring promises and affection that holds true while the other hand wraps reassuringly, tightly, perhaps even desperately around your waist, he’s not going anywhere and neither are you.

written and posted by millie. copying, reposting, rewriting, or uploading on other platforms are strictly prohibited.

[constesplanetarium]

Locked out.

☼⚠︎ Marcus (Yandere! Bartender) x GN!Reader

“𝕀𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖? 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣.”

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Darkness rating ) 4/10: “A little bruise. Want some ice?”

the reader doesn’t have any specific appearance, so you can imagine them however you’d like :)

OK SO I ORIGINALLY WASN’T GONNA WRITE A NEW PART FOR MARCUS BUT OMGG I GOT THE SWEETEST COMMENT EVER ON MY ONESHOT VER. OF HIM AND I JUST HAD TO WRITE FOR HIM AGAIN!!! <3

this is a pretty slow burn into the yandereness, so… AND I GAVE HIM AN APPEARANCE THIS TIME!!! its only mentioned once or twice if you’d rather use ur own headcanon for him :)

if ur new here. i suggest reading the oneshot ver. of him OR reading the short canons to understand the story a bit better. totally not necessary though!!! you can treat this part kind of as a oneshot too of thats the case :)

P.S, theres a new character around the end!!

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

ONESHOT: Right here!

CANONS: Right here!

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

(CONTENT WARNINGS!!!) Light mentions of rape/SA, and potential ominous/possessive behavior.

Also, there’s a small hook-up scene, so light smut/nsfw ;) If you want to skip it, you’ll know when it ends.

Word count: Around 5.8k (Sorry it’s so long lol)

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

Oh, just great. You clutch at the neckline of your jacket and huff in frustration, the air around you suddenly getting colder. You can’t find your house key. Where the hell did it go? It’s not like it ran off your key ring or something. Ugh, you knew you should’ve got one of those digital keypad thingies. That’ll probably be your next purchase, yeah. You heave a long sigh and whip out your phone, getting ready to call management for a spare, or at the very most, a locksmith.

Fuck, but it’s already 11:43 PM. Who the hell can call a locksmith at this hour? And management hours are already long past operational since they close early on Fridays…

Ugh. You might have to crash at your best friend's place in the next building over, but he always tends to get too clingy once you’re preparing to leave. He probably lost the spare key you gave him to your apartment, too. His annoying voice already rings in your head and you raise a hand to your temple, trying to get rid of the thought quickly.

“Uhm.”

Oh my god!

You swivel around to see Marcus, looking extremely shocked at your reaction. His dark brown hair is as fluffy as always, and his glasses are just a little bit crooked. “Oh, I’m sorry!” The small pile of keys around his finger jingles as he waves his hand around in a panic. “I’m sorry, er, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The nerves that were building inside you suddenly calm down once you register that it’s a familiar face, a very welcome one at that.

“What’s wrong?” He peers at you and the door, and his face flashes with recognition. Yeah, you don’t have your house key, Marcus. “Oh.” He starts to giggle like a schoolgirl and you scowl, shoving him lightly. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” A small mischievous smile pops up on his face, and he whips out his house key off the ring, jingling both his key and the others in front of your face. “Wish you had these, huh?”

This guy…

“Ah, wait, I’m sorry, come back!” You turn and start speed walking towards the stairs, ready to spend the night at your best friend's house. Eh, he might have a sleeping bag for you or something. Maybe he’ll let you sleep in his bed again. His pillows are always comfortable. “Hey! Wait!” Your grumpy steps come to a stop as you hear him running after you, pulling you into a tight hug from behind. It’s almost like he’s choking you with the way he’s grabbing you. So tight. “I didn’t mean it…” He dramatically cries out from behind you, making you sigh as you pat him on the arm to console him. He looks down at you. “So, what’re you going to do now?”

You have no clue.

“Hmm… How about you come with me to the bar again?” You peer up at him and smile, knowing that he probably could help you with some of your work too. You wriggle out of his grasp and start to tug on him, and he cracks up at your enthusiasm. “Okay, okay.”

The dim atmosphere of the bar has eased your mind by now, and you take a glance around. There are only a couple of customers here now, a group of three, a couple, and a man sitting alone, scrolling through his phone. You’re not surprised, it’s pretty late.

…Why is he working at the bar this late anyway? Usually, his shift starts at 7:30 PM and ends at 11:30. You tilt your head at the sudden question that enters your head, and you watch him clean some dirty glasses with a wet rag. He looks up at you and a smile forms on his face once you ask.

“I was waiting for you to ask that. There's a simple answer, really.” He sets the glass aside and puts the rag in the sink. “I just had to get something from home. I’m working overtime again, as you can see.” He gestures over to the clock on the wall, it displaying 11:57 PM. “I’m here until 1:30 AM again. Just around an hour and a half.”

You take a small sip of the drink he made you, a virgin margarita. Taking a glance at your open laptop, you frown. Lord. That worksheet looks so… Bad right now.

You shut your laptop and slide it back into your bookbag, making Marcus raise his brow. “I thought you wanted me to help you with your work?” Not anymore. You shake your head and rest your head down on the bar table. You’d rather talk to him instead.

After you say that, the short silence between you two gets a little uncomfortable, and you look up to see what's going on. He’s returned to cleaning the glasses, a gentle smile on his face. You find yourself smiling as well and decide to spark up a conversation.

“How was my shift? Ah, better than last time.” He laughs at the memory and sets the glass aside. “Want another drink?” He points to your almost-finished glass, and you nod eagerly. “Anything different?” With a nod of your head, you decide to ask for a sunrise mocktail.

It would be a little embarrassing to admit that you had searched up virgin bar drinks you would like him to make you in your free time, and even during class once. You made a little list and saved it for later, deciding to go over it when he was driving both of you here.

He smiles and bends down, opening the little fridge you know is there and he pulls out a small bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling wine and orange juice, and some ice. He grabs the grenadine off a shelf behind him and sets everything down. Your mind wanders to the last time you were here, and the shirley temples he made you with the strawberry syrup.

You kind of want it again. It gave the drink a sort of bitter taste, but it wasn’t terrible. It was unique.

“The… Strawberry syrup? You want some?” He gets quieter the more he talks and he looks away, staring at the floor. Confusion fills your head to the brim. Why does he look so happy, but also in shock? Oh, maybe he’s flustered you like the strawberry syrup combo with the grenadine he made? Or maybe they’re all out? “Oh, no, uhm…” He messes with his fingers for a moment. “I don’t know if we have anymore, but I can check.” As he walks to the back, you take another look around the bar. It looks like the couple is getting ready to leave, and the group of three looks extremely tired. You take a glance at the man alone and he’s pouring all of his liquor into a silver flask, glancing at the bar to make sure Marcus isn’t coming back soon. I guess it's a policy that you can’t smuggle alcohol outside, but the bartenders probably don’t care anyway.

You turn back to the bar to see Marcus coming back, with an actual bottle of the stuff. I guess they finally listened to him, huh? “It’s a… Different kind of syrup this time. It’s sweeter, like a lot.” He chuckles and pops the cork off the sparkling wine. “I thought the other one would be too bitter for this drink.” He takes out a tall glass, opens the orange juice, and pours it into the glass so it's half full, and then the sparkling wine. “Grenadine is already pretty sweet, so I’ll go half and half on the syrup too.” He does exactly that, and slowly pours the grenadine in, then the strawberry syrup. The syrup is more… Solid. And brighter in color than it was last time. You can almost smell how sweet it is from here. He slides the drink over to you, and you stare at the pretty ombre effect both of them made at the bottom, just like your Shirley temples.

“If you want, tell me if you want it with the other syrup.” He smiles as you take a sip of the mocktail. The sparkling wine and orange juice mix with each other well, alongside the sweetness of both syrups. It’s good. Really good. It looks like he’s waiting for your rating, standing there, fidgeting his fingers. You smile and take another few sips, giving him a thumbs up. Relief washes over his anxious features and he sighs in delight. “I'm glad you like it.” He rubs his cheek a bit and keeps on glancing between you and the drink. “Uhm, can I ask you something?”

You tilt your head, but nod.

“Are you free on Sunday?” Uh oh. Not Sunday, no. But you let him continue. “We can uh,” He scratches his cheek and fidgets with the buttons on his vest. “We can just stay in my apartment and do some baking. How does that sound?” He bakes?

“Yeah! I uh, I've been working with dough stuff recently. Like cinnamon rolls and biscuits. But my favorite things to make are pies and banana bread.” Oh my god. That sounds so fucking delicious. You get to hang out with him, AND free food? That you get to take home and enjoy? Sign you up.

… Wait. Both of you are already hanging out on Saturday to study, and you’re busy on Sunday with your best friend.

“... Busy Sunday? With what?” He tilts his head at you, and suddenly he looks like a cute puppy. It won’t hurt to tell him, yeah?

“Oh, your best friend? What’re you two going to do?” The bell behind you rings as the couple leaves, leaving just the group of three and the man with the silver flask. As you tell him, you take a glance at your phone to check the time. It’s 12:30 AM. “Coffee shop? Ah, that sounds nice. I hope you have fun.”

…The silence between you two is uncomfortable again. It’s strange, too. As soon as you mention your friend he gets quiet? You look up at him and take a mental note of his expression. Is that anger? Jealousy?

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m okay.” He glances around the bar for a few seconds, and then he turns his attention back to you. His eyes have a soft look in them as he looks at you. “How about instead of studying, we bake?” Great idea. Fuck that class anyway. You nod and he laughs a little, knowing exactly what you’re thinking. “Yeah, I hate the class too. The assignments are always so annoying.”

A couple shuffles and clinks of glass make you turn to see the group of three getting up, and getting ready to leave. “Have a good night.” Marcus murmurs as the three take their leave, the bell ringing above all their heads. Ah, now it's just you, Marcus, and that guy. His eyes trail over to the man sitting there, and then he looks back at you. I guess he’s just waiting for him to leave so you both can talk in peace.

“Hmm? Do I want him to leave?” He whispers to you and looks at the man. The man’s drinking away from his flask, staring off into the night from the window next to him. Marcus chuckles. “Maybe a little. It’s always better when it's just us two.” A wink from him is all it takes to send your heart aflutter. You finally finish the rest of your drink, trying to take your mind off your beating heart. He’s always been so charismatic ever since you started talking to him. “Well… Let’s just talk to pass the time faster. Time flies when you’re having fun, you know?”

Both of you chat and whispe, talking about classes to the weather, until Marcus looks away from you. “Have a good night.” He waves to the customer leaving the bar, and you turn instinctively.

You meet eyes with the same man with the flask. He looks around the age of 35, maybe a little older. You can’t see too much from here, but now that you see him standing up, wow, he is tall. Very tall. He looks you up and down for a moment, a smirk appearing on his features. He waves Marcus a goodbye, “You too,” and then you. “Have a good night, sugar.”

You wave bashfully at him as he dips out the bar, with a little ring of the bell on top of the door. You watch him walk to his car, but not without a small mutter from Marcus.

“Weird ass old man.” He hisses and slams a small shot glass onto the table, covering his mouth afterward. “Oh, uh, sorry…” He chuckles, his hand trembling a bit as he pours you a small shot of a sort of tropical, mango rum. You didn’t even ask for one, but eh, you’ll take it. It’s only one anyway.

But, weird? Hmm… You can’t say that the interaction was weird persay, he probably just thought that you were cute.

“He does that to most people in the bar. He’s probably hoping someone will bend over for him and let him fuck them.” He sighs and watches you down the shot, and he picks up the shot glass himself. “I hear him talk about how he likes to do it rough, and how he’ll do it with a girl whether she likes it or not.” Disgust washes over his neutrality and he downs his shot as quickly as you did. “Fucking pervert.” A shiver rises up your spine and spreads all over your body as you watch the man turn his car on and drive off. Ew.

Goosebumps form on your skin and you try to rub them away, but they stay there. He frowns seeing your reaction and walks over to your side of the bar, rubbing your shoulder affectionately. His warmth is so comforting. “Do you need anything?” You shake your head, but rest your hand on top of his, flashing him a smile. “Sorry to uh, put all of that on you at once.” He tries to laugh it off, but still rubs your shoulder. You shake your head in reassurance that he didn’t do anything wrong. It’s probably just a little shock. The only odd part about it was how aggressive he was, but you understand. “Well, now that we’re both alone.” He hums as he heads for the door, locking it up immediately and turning the sign from “Open” to “Closed again. You raise a brow at the sudden realization that if he’s “closing” up early, why don’t you two just head to his place for a little? You wait till he makes his way next to you, sitting down on the stool to your left, and decide to ask.

“Oh. I thought you just didn’t want to, uh, head to my place this late.” Is he nervous to have you over? He keeps on fidgeting with the buttons on his vest as he speaks, but he can keep eye contact pretty well, you suppose. “Are you sure you want to go?” You’re pretty damn sure. You miss the comfort of being in bed. But first…

One last drink wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“Another mocktail?” He smiles and steps off the stool, heading back to the other side of the bar table, and pulls everything out to make it again. As he prepares the drink, you find your mind drifting to that man again. God, what a weirdo. Shivers spread throughout your body as you think about it, and you shake your head lightly, trying to forget the memory. When you turn back to talk to him, the drink is already done and prepared right in front of you. “Boo.” It looks like in the midst of your reminiscence, your head tuned out every noise that he made.

You take a couple of sips as he swivels back around to your side, sitting next to you again. “Finish that drink, and then we’ll go, yeah?” His eyes stay planted on the glass as you keep on drinking, and he laughs. “Let me get a sip or two.” You nod and slide the glass over, watching him take a few sips from the glass. Jeez, he didn’t even turn the glass over to drink from a different spot… Not that you really care, though. It’s just a glass. “Yum.” He licks his lips and sets the drink back down. “Thanks for staying with me for my shift, by the way. I really appreciate it.” Well, it’s not like you could really do anything else, but you smile and nod.

He fidgets the buttons on his vest until, apparently, he can’t take it anymore, and he just starts to unbutton it altogether. He slips it off and places it gently on the table. Oh wow. He has a nice figure, and he does look kind of cute, actually like a puppy.

“... What? Is there something on my face?” He wipes his mouth a little, but you laugh and shake your head. How clueless. “So you just wanna laugh at me instead of telling me what you’re thinking?”

Yep.

“Well, that’s not fair, is it?” He frowns and crosses his arms, glaring at you as he looks you up and down.

… He’s staring down at your thighs longer than any other part. Embarrassment fills your body to the brim as you snap your fingers in his face, then point to yours, like a sort of “my eyes are up here” motion.

“Ah, sorry!” Panic ensues in his face and you can't help but smile. He looks so dumb trying to salvage himself. “I didn’t mean to, uh-” You set a finger on his lips to shut him up, shaking your head. After a few seconds, you don’t even care. In just two weeks of REALLY getting to know him, you’re already so comfortable.

It’s strange, honestly. It’s like you both have been friends for years.

Either way, he can look at you all he wants.

A blush creeps onto his face and he sighs, the embarrassment in his face imminent as his sigh comes out shaky and fragile. “Sorry…” He whispers as you rub his cheek, and you watch him practically melt into your touch. “You’re so warm.” His warm kisses on the inside of your palm spread warm shivers throughout your whole body. He chuckles and keeps rubbing your hand against his cheek. “Sorry, I just, uh,” He’s so cute. “I feel really comfortable around you.” Adorable. He really is just like a puppy. You take the time to run your fingers through his hair with your other hand, and he sighs again. That sounded more like a moan than a sigh, though…

“Can you, uhm…” He groans once you decide to tease him a little, tugging on his hair lightly. “If we really are gonna do something like this,” He shuffles around in his seat, and you have to fight the demons inside yourself to not look down at his crotch. “Should we really do it here?” Do you care? Does he care? He probably doesn’t.

“Do I care?” He frowns at you but shakes his head. “No, no, I, uh, I don’t.” Your hands drag themselves down to his neck as you rub his jawline with your thumb, and you can see him bite the inside of his cheek. He chuckles and looks away from you, starting to fan himself. “Oh wow, it’s kind of hot in here, huh?” He tries to laugh it off, but your hands reach over and start to unbutton his shirt.

He doesn’t make any attempt to stop you in the slightest. “Okay, okay…” While you’re in the middle of trying to unbutton his shirt, he leans in so close in an instant, he’s kissing you so passionately, and grabbing onto the neckline of your jacket. It took you a moment to register what had just happened, but you settled in quickly, and started to kiss him right back. God, are there any cameras here? There probably are. Uh oh. His tongue slips inside and almost distracts you from your thoughts. He can probably delete the footage, right? You slip your tongue against his, and he moans quietly in your mouth, pulling away.

“Sorry, sorry…” He groans softly in your ear. He doesn’t seem sorry to you. In fact, he’s so obviously enjoying this you almost want to laugh.

You hop off your barstool and grab his sleeve, tugging him over to an empty booth. You swing him around and push him down onto the cushions, and his shocked face is almost funny, but more cute. You squeeze through the table and climb on top of him, grinning as you look down at him. This is kinda fun, huh?

His hands reach up to you, one on your neck, one on your hip, and he pushes you down, pulling you in for another kiss. You finally get to admire how soft his lips are, and he parts his mouth open, letting you slip your tongue inside again. He tastes sweet, exactly like your drink. Shock overrides every emotion, just for a moment, once you notice how hard he is, and that both of you are still in the bar, but you forget about it as he pulls away, panting. He looks fucking messed up.

“Isn’t it so cold outside? We shouldn’t leave yet...” He whines, bucking his hips against yours, trying his best not to moan. “Stay with me a little longer. You don’t need anyone else, okay?” Right now, you don’t. You try to stifle a moan as you grind against him, debating whether or not his belt should come off right now. “You really like me, don’t you?”

… Like him? Holy shit, what’re you doing? It’s only a sexual attraction.

Right?

“It’s okay.” You run your fingers down his chest with one hand, and you feel his frantic breathing as his chest goes up and down. You can almost feel his heartbeat. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll get to stay with me forever anyway, yeah? You and me?” There's a strange look in his eyes, almost staring deep inside your whole being, but you disregard it in the heat of the moment and start to take your jacket off, throwing it aside on the table. There’s a small clink of something rolling on the ground, but you don’t care enough to see what it is. “Oh god, I want you so bad, it’s crazy. You drive me fucking crazy.” He whispers in your ear, and your mind registers an almost psychopathic grin on his face, but it must be your mind playing tricks on you. “Just you and me. No one else, ever. I won't, ah, I won’t let it happen. Ah…”

God, you don’t know how much longer this can go on before you do something you might regret. The keyword being “might”.

Oh well. Let's see how long it’ll last, huh?

Awkward. So awkward.

The car ride home is pretty silent. Every now and then, both of you will try to spark up a conversation, but it doesn’t go anywhere. You’re too shy afterward to say anything else.

Ah, maybe awkward isn’t the right word. It’s more... Flustered. Bashful? Not embarrassment. You aren’t embarrassed about what happened in the slightest. You’re only regret is that you didn’t get to have sex, but you wouldn’t go that far in that bar anyway.

You both finally walk up to your door, and he furrows his brows as he looks at you. A small tug on your jacket sleeve makes you take a glance at him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night at my place? It’s comfortable, I promise.” Thats… Very tempting. You aren’t even sure if he has an extra bed to sleep on. You shake your head, but thank him for his kindness, deciding that you’ll just spend the night at your best friend's apartment. At the mention of your friend, you see the corners of his mouth twitch, but those corners are suddenly pulled into a smile. “Ah, alright. Do you want me to at least drop you off at his apartment?” Hmm. It would be nice to introduce the two, but maybe later. It’s pretty late after all, so you shake your head. He fidgets with the keys in his hand and laughs a little. “Oh, ah, I’ll see you on Saturday, yeah?” You nod and wave him goodbye as he turns around, waving back to you with his key ring around a finger, and his keys jingle and echo in the hallway.

“Oh, and uh.” You look back up. “Let's continue what we had going another time, okay? It felt… Good. Really good.” His voice gets quiet, but theres a clear smile on his face. He likes it too, huh?

Of course he did.

Your face gets hot, but you nod in agreement and he takes his leave. As soon as he enters his apartment, you whip out your phone, and even though you told him you’re going to spend the night with your friend, you still aren’t a hundred percent sure.

It takes a few minutes of staring at your friend's number, and you finally decide to call, but a bang and a groan at the beginning of the hallway make you turn your head.

“Oh shit, I’m in the wrong apartment building…” Drunken rambling and groans leave the man at the…

Oh! It’s that man from the bar!

Wait, what the hell? Did he follow you here? Are you fucking kidding me?

Yuck.

He looks up and sees the recognition in your face, but it takes him a few seconds and a squint to realize who you are. “Oh... Ohhhh! It’s that person from the bar!” He drunkenly laughs, but then stops and gets a good look at your situation. “What’s wrong? Can’t get into your apartment?”

You nod slowly and raise a brow as he starts to stagger his way over. As he gets closer, you can smell the strong mix of cologne and liquor all over him, and you tense up subconsciously. He towers over you, but slouches himself over to talk to you better. His light brown hair is all messy, and there's a small, dark stain on his shirt, from what you assume to be a small spill of liquor. It looks like his hair is a bit longer in the back, too, giving it a sort of wild look. His eyes are mismatched, one with a beautiful, light shade of hazel, and the other a darker shade of the same color, so much so it’s almost pitch black. “Left your keys inside, huh?” His voice is a bit raspy, and you can definitely smell the alcohol on his breath. You didn’t even notice it at first, but he’s holding the silver flask in his right hand. “What happened to your little boy toy at the bar? Can’t stay with him?” A hiccup suddenly leaves him, and he clears his throat. “Sorry.”

You can’t help but keep your guard up around him, and take a step back.

He raises a brow. “What’s wrong, sugar? Oh, I see.” His shoulders shake as he laughs. “You think I’m a pervert, huh?” He leans against the wall and pops open his flask, taking a small swig from whatever's inside. “Didn’t follow you here if that’s what you’re thinkin’. Honest.” Just because he says that, doesn’t mean you can’t have your own suspicions. “Want me to leave? Or do you need some help with that door right there?” He beckons his flask over to your door knob. You cross your arms defensively and feel a frown form on your face. What the hell does he want?

… Wait, help? He can help?

“Yeah. Want me to open that for you?” His words slur together, yet he still seems pretty comprehensive for the most part. You don’t say anything, and just tilt your head a bit at him. “What, you gonna call a locksmith or something?” He scoffs and kneels down at the door lock, taking a good look at it. “They’re gonna charge you double since it’s so late at night. Good luck trying to find one that's not asleep.” He peers back up at you and beckons to the lock. “Want me to take a crack at it, sugar?”

You’d rather not let an alleged creep break into your house for you, but damn, you’re so tired, you don’t want to bother your (probably) already sleeping best friend, and you miss your bed… Plus, if he was going to do anything, he’s already had ample time to do just that.

You nod eagerly, and he gives you a toothy grin. You take quick notice of his gold fang. “Yeah? Gimme a sec.” He pulls out a small pick and tension wrench from his pocket, slipping the flask back inside. He starts to hum an old tune you don’t recognize, and you raise your brow as he starts to work on your lock. Why the hell does he just have those in his pocket?

“Oh, me?” It looks like he can multitask pretty well, with working on your lock and talking to you. “Oh, well… Promise you won’t tell the police?”

What the fuck? You scowl, getting ready to rip his arm off your doorknob, but then he suddenly laughs at your sign of aggression.

“Kidding, kidding. I used to break into my old high school’s cafeteria for snacks with my friends. And the janitor's closet.” This guy looks way past high school age, so how the hell does he still know this skill? “I liked breaking into the teacher's desk too. I used to cheat by stealing test answers, you know?” Is it muscle memory? “And now I like to break into women's apartments too… Take their shit or whatever, like a weirdo.” He huffs, and looks up at you for a moment, but you don’t react this time. His jokes are a bit odd. He smiles up at you and wiggles the lock a bit, a small click signifying that his work here is done. He stands up and steps aside, eagerly waiting for you to open your door. You twist the knob and it opens with ease. Despite him being an alleged creep, this man knows his stuff, apparently. Awe plasters your face as you look up at him, an uncontrollable smile breaking out on your face. “I get locked out of my apartment often. I always forget my key at home, or I just lose the shit entirely, and I got tired of calling management, or having to stay at a friend’s house for the night. So I had to whip out the ol’ highschool lockpicking again.” He yawns and scratches at his stubble. “I just saved you probably a solid hundred bucks. You’re welcome.” He waves the pick and wrench around in his hand, and then slips both back in his pocket.

…He doesn’t really seem like a creep, and it didn’t take you too long to feel at least sort of comfortable with him. Maybe Marcus was wrong? As he turns around, on an impulsive whim, you dig into your pocket for your wallet and dig out a solid fifty, running up and tapping him on his shoulder.

“Hmm?” His whole body flinches as you smack the fifty in his hands. He frowns. “The whole point of me picking at your door was so you don’t have to lose any money.” The fifties suddenly back in yours. “I don’t want your cash, honey.” You wave the fifty in his face, giggling to yourself at his grumpy expression. He groans and takes the fifty, folding it in half. “Fine. If it’ll make you stop wagging that shit in my face.” He stuffs the fifty in his pocket, the same one with his tools inside and he brings his flask back out, taking a fat swig from it. What’s inside it anyway?

“Vodka.” He shakes the flask around, as the vodka inside sloshes and echoes around the bottle. He brings it up towards your face, and you wince at the strong smell. “Usually I mix it with strawberry lemonade, but I was extra exhausted today from work.” He rolls his eyes at the thought of his employment, and stuffs the flask into an empty pocket. “Just ended up asking for pure vodka to get me drunker.” Both of you are quiet as you get a good look at each other for a few seconds, since neither of you are sure what to say. Unexpectedly, he chuckles, followed by a small hiccup. “Thanks for the fifty. Probably gonna spend it on alcohol and cigarettes, though.” You giggle and shake your head, not sure whether or not to approve his future purchases with the fifty. Eh, he can spend it on whatever he wants. It’s his money now, I guess. “Have a good night, sugar. If you need me,” He starts to walk away, but then hiccups and clears his throat. “Pretty sure I’m two apartment buildings that way. Room 304.” He points to the right.

He’s “pretty sure”? You find yourself chuckling quietly at the absurdity of the situation, as you step into your apartment. You still need to ask management for a spare, if it’s not anywhere around your house. Luckily, your best friend has a spare, so you can just take that for the time being when you see him. Unless he lost it again, ugh. He’s on his, like, third spare by now.

… Wait. What the hell is his name? The locksmith wonder. All of a sudden, you have so many questions for him, and you turn back to the hallway to ask, but by the time you do so, he’s already gone.

For some odd reason, you hope you get to see him again. But for now, wow, you need to sleep. Bad.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍!

I throw my keys onto my sofa, snatching my bookbag off the cushions and ripping open the zipper. It doesn’t take long to find the key I hid deep down in it, and I stare the ridges of it in admiration. I don’t need to lockpick their door anymore, thank lord. It was becoming a hassle trying to avoid people seeing me. Luckily, there’s only a camera at the entrance of the hall too, so it’s not like security is gonna come banging on my door.

I get down on my knees and lay my head down on the sofa, trying to hold my excitement in. No fucking way that all just happened. I got to touch them, touch them everywhere. And to kiss them, their lips, oh…

My breathings become frantic, but no one else is here. It’s just me. I bite my cheek to try to distract myself from the blood rushing to my cock. It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok, keep it together.

Why do I care so much? They’re not here to see me right now, it’s just me. Yeah, me.

My heart beats pounding in my ears. My head. It’s kind of sickening, but I can’t stop. The way their body felt in my hands, oh my god. I was trying my best to keep it together. Did they see through me? No way.

I wish I got to have them over. Would we have had sex if so? I wish.

I’m still dreaming about that, but just for right now, this is enough.

i hope u enjoyed this one :)

[prismaticfaery]

Platonic!Task Force 141 x Fem!Reader

Summary: The boys weren't used to seeing you so put together.

**TW: Some cursing (?), description of feminine features, sort of gawking men lol.

A/N: Thank you so much! ❤️🥹 I was cracking up writing this because I just saw Ghost in my brain doing this: 👀 and then Soap doing the Will Smith thing with Jada where he's showing her off. I hope you enjoy!

You sat on a neatly made hotel bed, your wet body wrapped in a towel, your hair dripping down your shoulders. A black cocktail dress sat beside you, neatly splayed out to avoid wrinkles. You were tasked with gathering intel– a phone specifically to gather information from– from a notorious Russian mafia boss at a casino in Vegas he frequented when in the States. Flirting with him and gaining enough trust to sit next to him or on his lap at a card table was your plan, and from there, you would sneak a hand in his pocket to grab his phone and snap it away in your clutch. You were nervous obviously as you were quite rusty at flirting and charismatic approaches with people, but you were talking yourself into confidence, and saying words of affirmation to yourself while looking in the large bathroom mirror.

You were told to pick your outfit out at one of the stores in the Miracle Mile of Las Vegas, your Captain handing you his own personal credit card, his eyebrow arching as you hesitate, telling him you felt a certain way about dressing up after wearing military gear and camo for so long and the only time you ever wore anything normal was when it was time to put your pajamas on or when you were going on leave and you picked your most comfortable Civilian clothes– jeans, and a hoodie. 

You were usually a foundation type of person and indulged in a little mascara here and there but found it to be smudged or running down your face after sweating while out on the field or working on vehicles. So most of the time, you just opted for nothing covering your face besides your normal skincare routine and some sunscreen. 

“You need to look the part– be convincing,” Price shoved a finger at you. 

You would normally cringe at the thought of buying something so out of your normal price range but Price had given you such a hefty amount to spend and you weren’t about to complain– the mini black cocktail dress from Neiman Marcus would do. The red bottom stilettos you purchased to coincide with your dress would definitely turn some heads, right? You opted to save some time and money for Price by doing your own makeup and hair, you at least had some experience with those things and you knew your skin and hair type the best. 

Stippling foundation onto your freshly washed and moisturized face, you cover up any flaws you had on your skin, setting it with a small amount of powder. The bronzer and blush then go on, and you’re feeling a little more put together. A black smokey eye with winged eyeliner nearly completes your look as you wait for the glue on your false eyelashes to become tacky. You then stand in front of the mirror, two shades of lipstick sitting on the counter in front of you: a deep merlot, and a rusty red. Rusty red it was. 

Batting your eyelashes once the false ones were on and dried, you pucker your lips and angle your face in the mirror, “not bad,” you hum. 

You were going to be accompanying one of the Task Force soldiers, or rather, he was going to be parked at the bar keeping an eye on you from afar in case anything went wrong. Price didn’t specify who it would be but you were placing your trust completely in them as your life could be on the line if something went wrong. You were growing more nervous by the minute thinking about your mission. You were unsure if you would be able to pull off being charismatic and flirtatious with this otherwise dangerous subject– the Russian mafia was nothing to mess with after all. 

“All I have to do is get his phone,” you sigh, repeating that same sentence over and over. 

A knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts…

Price:

He stops in his tracks when he comes through the door, nearly dropping the key card, almost unsure if he had the right room at first. This was his first time seeing you put together outside of your usual Military uniform, and bun, with tactical gear weighing your body down and causing you to have back issues. Your skin was glowing, and your eyes sultry with the smoothly blended eye makeup and wispy lashes. The mini dress you wore hugged your curves in the right places and you noticed that his crystal blue eyes lingered on your form for a good moment until he snapped out of it and shifted on his feet. You could almost feel the air around him become hot as his cheeks dusted pink. 

Surely this wasn’t the Sergeant he brought on? He was baffled not seeing your face coated in a sheen of sweat and caked with dirt. Was he crazy for thinking how attractive you looked right now? How he admired the soft and supple look of your skin after seeing dusty and crusty men on base for years until you came along. 

“Am I convincing enough?” You ask, opening the clutch you were going to take with you to the casino, plucking Price’s credit card out, holding it out to him. 

“Very,” he replies with a grin, taking his card and placing it in his white dress shirt pocket. 

John “Soap” MacTavish:

“Damn,” Soap’s mouth is agape, standing in the doorway frozen, gaze fixed on your lower half, “thighs that could break necks.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his remark, extending a leg to show it off, his hands placed on his cheeks as he admired the sheen of the moisturizer on freshly shaved skin. God those high heels were stunning to him, the height of the stilettos elongating your legs and tightening your calves. Soap had to adjust the collar of his crimson button down. Was the heat on in the room? 

You looked incredible, and he soaked this moment all in because no one on base had seen you in so little clothes before and here you were, mini dress and stilettos, dolled up and he was the one that was chosen to be your partner on this mission. He felt like a lucky man just being in your presence. 

“Do I look okay?” Your eyebrows furrowed, your hands smoothing out the black material of your dress. 

“Okay? You look like a goddess,” Soap scoffed, his hand motioning to your entire form. 

Simon “Ghost” Riley

He stared. A lot. Yes, you were already a very attractive person but this sealed the deal for him. Not only were you such a natural beauty, even with motor oil and sweat staining your green military issued shirt with clear exhaustion painted on your face from a hard day’s work but with full glam, you were truly a force. Simon would probably double take the whole night whenever he’d lay his eyes on you because he’d want to savor every bit of you in that little black dress. 

You felt your cheeks burn as Simon’s hazel eyes peered right through you, and if you weren’t also distracted by the fact that his usual skull balaclava was gone, leaving his face completely uncovered, you’d notice his fingers lacing together and fidgeting out of nervousness. Now it was equal parts a staring contest between you both. 

“Looking spicy, L.t.,” you flash a smile, giving him a once over, admiring his sleek black button up with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. 

“Back at you, Sergeant.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz nearly choked as soon as he noticed your glammed getup. Pretty much taken by surprise and nearly dying from choking, he sat on the bed, his hands resting on his thighs. Holding up one finger as his way of communicating that he needed a moment, you try to stifle your laughs by covering your mouth with your palm. Gaz caught himself wiping his hands on his nice black dress pants, as his hands were beginning to sweat and tremble. 

“Damn near took my breath away, literally,” Gaz clears his throat, scratching at his scalp awkwardly. 

“Too much?” You motion your hands to wave over your outfit. 

“Not at all,” he sat back on his palms. 

He looked you over, clearly enjoying seeing you in such different attire. Gaz had seen you a few times in your Civilian clothes and this was far from your usual jeans, hoodie, and canvas sneakers. He definitely took glances at your exposed collarbones and neck, the body highlighter glistening with your movements; it was mesmerizing in the light. But he was definitely a man that drank his “respect women juice”, and admired from afar as to not be a creep. 

[candywife333]

Champagne Confetti

PART 3 of Just Want to See you Like That

This series is based on Jungkook's 3D and is probably going to have close to 6-7 parts, depending on where the storyline takes me. I'm feeling a bit dramatic, so expect a lot of angst. Tumblr is going to be referenced in this fic under a different name, Bumblr (I know, totally goofy name).

Summary: Y/N, an overworked employee at HYBE , only ever posted on Bumblr when she was feeling cornered. It was truly her escape. She didn't really do insta or even twitter. Most people would look at her and think this glass wearing quiet girl would most probably be posting pics of flowers and cute animals. But no, looks could be deceiving. Y/N's posts were far from innocent. In fact , they were borderline risque. She didn't expect anybody but a few horny people to come across these pics; people who would view and compliment in the best case scenario. What she didn't expect was that a certain star would be a regular consumer of her material. A star that technically had no business simping after her like that.

Disclaimer: This work is not representative of the real Jungkook's personality and behavior. It is merely fiction and please treat it as such.

Trigger Warning: voyeurism, exhibitionism, may or may not have dub-con later on

Please don't read the fic if any of these themes are disturbing or offensive to you.

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I couldn't believe how freeing it felt to quit that damn job. I had loved interacting with the kind staff and organizing things; something I was a pro at. However, the constant verbal abuse and condescension I had suffered at the hands of the administration had gone on long enough. Since I don't drink, I grabbed a huge bottle of apple cider from the store and headed back home to pop this bottle open and pour the golden liquid into a glass delicate pink wine goblet I had purchased last month.

I decided to have an apple themed party for myself. So I got home, showered with apple and cinnamon shower gel, put on a vintage flare dress with a pattern of green and red apples littered all over, and sat down with my cider and a decadent apple fritter that had been embellished with a wonderful berry compote.

Just as I popped open the bottle, giggling in glee, kicking my bare feet in the air on my comfy couch, my phone started blowing up. I stared at it frozen, rather confounded at what the reason for this cacophony could be. BANG PD?!!?! What the hell?! I never talked to the man. The only time I had even come across him was when I had accidentally bumped into his plush frame in a hallway. I would exaggerate and say that the tiny bump sent me flailing off onto the ground, but that would be a bit dramatic. I had lost my sense of balance and went crashing into a bucket of dirty cleaning water, clearly a great alternative to my extra imagination.

I was blushing in mortification reminiscing about that incident, as I came back to the present. I picked up my phone and was met with the gravelly steady voice of Bang PD as he drawled out , "Hello Y/N. How are you doing? Hope you are having a great evening". I felt paralyzed in awkwardness as I responded back timidly, "Of course PD-nim. I am doing great. Is there anything I can help you with?"

I heard a heavy sigh on the other end as PD groaned out in what seemed to be exasperation, "I am so sorry for what happened with our admin personnel this morning. My secretary informed about the incident and I am ashamed for her behavior. Please understand that I would never want any of my staff treated that miserably". Feeling shocked at his apology, I squeaked out, " Oh, please don't apologize PD. I know that her actions are not a reflection of HYBE's attitude towards employees. However, I find that my service isn't that valued at HYBE and I think maybe I am not a good fit anymore."

Strangely enough I could hear mumbled cursing on the other end of the phone as PD loudly exclaimed, "Of course you are a perfect fit for HYBE. Don't ever doubt that. I knew from the day I hired you, seeing you in your training period, how meticulous you are with running the maintenance of the place --even though we don't pay you to run management. Your dedication and management skills are invaluable to us. You may think I don't keep an eye on our maintenance staff, but I do. And everyone I have talked to from stylists to artists only have great things to say about you. In essence, what you do for us irreplaceable work".

I sat there on the couch with crumbs and sticky glaze all over my lips, as he continued, "Please come back to your job. But this time we will hire you as one of our administration managers. You are clearly overqualified for the position. Jennifer has been fired so you won't have to deal with her. And your pay will be hiked up to thrice what we used to pay you."

I almost choked on my own spit as I scrambled to tremulously say, "I am pleased to come back Sir. I won't disappoint you". He resumed speaking in a cheery voice, "Wonderful. I expect to see you back tomorrow at 9 AM. Your pay for the month has been wired to you". He hung up as I sat there in a daze before I got up from my seat and whooped loudly in the air yelling in mirth, "Take that you scumbags. Can't fuck with me and my bag". I couldn't wait to go back and show those bitches what I was made of. My luck was on the rise.

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I skipped into office the next morning, elated at the upgrade in position. Walking inside the cubicle, I saw one of the nicer admin staff. Her name was Stacy Lee. She smiled a wide smile that you could only see in a toothpaste ad as she ran to me excited, "Hello!!! You must be Y/N. It is great to meet you. I've seen how hard you worked to carry the whole building for months on end. It is a pleasure to finally actually get to work with you."

Her warm aura encompassed me as I shook her hand and smiled at her, "I think we will get along just fine". Stacy briefed me in on all the work I was supposed to do. As I slowly finished my tasks throughout the day, mostly responding to phone calls and typing reports, I caught the sight of a certain black haired buff man walking through the doors of the lobby accompanied by Taehyung, the ever kind angel of HYBE. He was one of the nicest people to staff. Never spoke down to them or belittled them. He would even go as far as to thank them for all the tiny tasks they did for him, and invite staff to parties and dinners along with the rest of the members.

I knew him pretty well from a very interesting incident that happened a few months ago. He had been hungover, reeking of alcohol, heading into his private office to clearly mask his situation. He had stumbled into the lobby, knocking over the cleaning supplies that had been placed there in the morning. I had seen him haphazardly stumbling around and happened to grab him by his shoulders, escorting him into his office before he could lose all dignity and make a fool of himself.

I had handed him some coffee, soup from the cafeteria, and 2 ibuprofen pills to quell his hangover. He had started vomiting, so I had held his hair away from his face sticky with sweat, steadying him as he vomited. Wiping his forehead with a wet cloth, I had placed him on the spacious sofa in his office and told him to sleep for a bit. After that ordeal, he had been super kind to me. Sometimes he had followed me around like a little puppy dog as I completed my tasks. When I asked him why (rather startled at this rich idol's devotion), he responded in a jubilant voice , hugging me as he jumped up and down, shrieking with joy, "You are a wonderful person. And I want to be your friend".

I couldn't resist his puppy like dark eyes which stared innocently at me. We became really good friends, meeting each other up for dinner occasionally when he wasn't super busy. As Taehyung walked in, he walked over to me with an ecstatic grin on his face ," How you doing Y/N, my fluffy little cupcake?", as he came around the counter to squeeze me around the waist , engulfing me in his too warm embrace.

I snickered at him, "What's up Tae? You seem rather busy these days?" He flirted back shamelessly, "I'm never too busy for you my buttercup". I cringed internally and groaned , "Don't do this Tae. My heart can't take this level of sugar, I'll get diabetes".

As we were conversing, I felt a dark set of doe eyes piercing my frame, burning holes into my chest. I hadn't really gone over the top with the clothes today; a high waisted black business pant with a lacy pink top that showed just a tiny bit of cleavage. Wonder why the creep was staring. Last time I checked, I hadn't been the one desperately, vulgarly, pounding into any staff in a closet.

As I pondered all this, Tae whined, "Please come outside tonight to celebrate with us. It'll be just the boys, TXT, and our managers". Apparently it was his birthday, and he had been hyping it up beyond measure, trying to convince me to show up for close to a month now. He continued, "Come on Y/N. There will be champagne confetti. I know you don't drink, but you will love the confetti popping into the air. You are such a baby, but I love that about you. I will force you to come if you don't agree. Am not even above threatening you."

I stared at his dead pan expression. I sighed, "Okay Tae, I will join you this once only. You know how awkward I get with new people." He jauntily shook his head up and down, running away screaming, "Hyung, I finally got Y/N to come out of her shell. Get ready to get wasted guys". I scoffed. Tae himself hated drinking. Dude was more likely to consume 10 cupcakes rather than even a shot of soju. I guess both of us would have a sugar high tonight.

Even though Tae left, the black eyed black haired devil hadn't left the room. He seemed oddly stunned, his face contorted onto an "O" shape, his round eyes unblinking, mouth open completely as he stuttered out incredulously, " Are you by chance....cherrybomb123 on Bumblr"?

WTF?!!!! I was panicking internally. How would he know? He couldn't possibly recognize the pale pink lace bra barely peeking out of my top? And if he recognized me, who the hell was he? My brain was screeching out with the answer as I stared at him in shock. I was royally screwed, and not in a good way.

Taglist : @sporadicarcadebanana , @darkuni63, @jessicalynn85, @mint--yoongs, @fortunecookiesworld

[daydreamingleclerc]

Fluffy oneshot idea: flight delayed, stuck at the airport with Lando and you guys start playing random games to make the time pass

OOOOOH okay i love this

lando norris x reader

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flight 374 from melbourne to london delayed due to weather conditions (approx. 2hrs)

great.

“lando, the planes two hours delayed.”

he was attempting to scout out the first class lounge, although you weren’t really sure why. he was hardly listening, and it was then that you noticed max scurrying across from the bookshop to the bench in a warzone type of manner, hoping lando wouldn’t spot him.

of course lando didn’t spot him.

“lando,” you poked his arm, “are you even listening?”

“sorry, what?”

your best friend halted, turning to face you despite still being eager on his toes. you noticed max running to the fountain.

“planes delayed by two hours, so we’re stuck in the airport,” lando’s face scrunched, “oh, and max is behind the big tree next to the fountain.”

you raised your voice loud enough so that max could hear it, and he was unimpressed by your quick reflexes. lando, however, seemed stunned that you’d even clocked where max was in the first place, but all in all it wasn’t that difficult.

“what’re we gonna do for the next two hours?” lando pouted like a child.

“i would say we could go and get a drink, but i don’t think they’d let you two kids have anymore e-numbers.”

lando prodded at your ribcage and you laughed, brushing him off as he tried to tickle you. you wandered around the first class lounge, lando was satisfied with his haul of snacks that he bought “just in case we’re here for three days”, while you were satisfied with your purchase of new books.

“flight 374 from melbourne to london delayed by a further ninety minutes due to weather conditions.”

lando grumbled again, beginning to get bored. max was off with another one of your friends trying to find a birthday present for his mum, and lando began to throw peanuts at your face. the more agitated you got, the more he laughed.

“lando! will you stop?” you couldn’t help but laugh with him, his schoolgirl giggle always getting the better of you.

“im bored!” he whined, and so you put your book down.

“okay,” you turned to face him, “i spy with my little eye, something beginning with W.”

his mouth scrunched, and he repeated the letter as he looked around the airport. “window!”

“mhm, your turn.”

“i spy with my little eye, something beginning with… C.”

“clock.”

“how’d you get it so fast?” he asked, once again startled by your quick reflexes.

“because lando, we’re in an airport and they have about a million clocks,” you sighed, “okay, something beginning with B.”

“book?”

“nope.”

“B.. B… um…. bag?” you nodded your head, “something beginning with P.”

“P? okay, um, plane?” lando shook his head, and you looked down into his lap, “peanuts?”

“no, Y/N… its phone. god, i thought you were supposed to be the smart one!”

you stuck your middle finger up at him. annoyed at yourself but mostly annoyed at him. “okay; new game. where’s your pack of cards?”

“flight 374 from melbourne to london will board at approximately three forty five pm.”

the pair of you cheered, and while lando rummaged for his pack of cards, you let max know about the boarding updates.

“found them!” he handed them over and you split the deck in half after shuffling it, “what are we playing?”

“just put the first card down.”

lando put his first card down, face up, seven of hearts. you put yours down on top of it, six of spades. lando put another card down, three of hearts, and lo and behold, your next card was the three of hearts.

“snap!”

you placed your free hand over the cards and dragged them away to your side. you placed a card down, the queen, while lando put the joker down.

in the end, you beat him 5-1 at snap, and he was being a sore loser.

“i just don’t understand how somebody’s reflexes are that quick.”

“maybe because i’m just better at everything than you? have you ever thought of that?”

lando laughed, and he slung his hand luggage bag over his shoulder. max was waiting at the boarding gate, and you’d never been so excited about going home.

“i’d like to see you be better at me than driving an f1 car.”

“hm, thats not going to be too hard, is it?”