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((i would ping people on this but it's not really a starter or anything, just kind of an acknowledgement of a background happening haha.))

From early morning the grounded cruise ship that housed Sinostra smelled of food being cooked--Romeo's favored way to celebrate his birthday was, quite simply, to feed those around him, and so his 'parties' often went as such, taking close friends for lavish meals of which he ate little to no food himself but happily watched as people who were far less obsessed with maintaining their bodily images got to enjoy edible luxuries. Probation prevented this this year--but the Institute's branches and associates spanned the world and all fields, so naturally there were some who were in the field of gastronomy even if they no longer worked directly for the Institute. And Romeo happily paid to have meals catered--this year, being Sinostra's very own vice captain Fico, a buffet for the entire house and the casino's staff(and he would even turn a blind eye if a few big-spending patrons happened to sneak over,) available all day, from professional cooks. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, a set but varied menu cycling throughout the day as was appropriate.

Unfortunately his staff would still have to work, but so did he--work didn't stop on his birthday after all--but he did take more breaks than usual to show Fico's more pleasant side to everyone. It wasn't quite the atmosphere of an upscale party that he would have truly desired but it was far more than the usual. He was still a ghoul and most still treated him with a level of anxiety. But as it was clear he was in a good mood today the tension diffused vastly. Even Taiga's underlings gradually realized they were not being shot at or chased away from the food and alcohol, a truce for the day that Romeo would confirm even if he hadn't bothered to ask Taiga's permission. The casino felt more lively, or maybe that was just his perception as he walked the floor more than usual.

The VIP room, now mostly back in order after the incident a while back (save for Romeo's chair,) had become piled with gifts from his admirers and underlings who wanted to do something for him or at least felt obligated to. Well, maybe piled was a strong word but he had more than a few gifts!

From the morning, his friends would receive a message along these lines:

Buongiorno a te! It's Fico's birthday!

You're invited to come by Sinostra today! I have paid chefs working all day to provide food--including meals made to order if the buffet doesn't suit you! Whether you'd like breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, or more than one, drop by at your leisure today! It isn't as stylish as I would like due to limitations from our probation, but I hope you'll enjoy a luxurious meal today.

It's free, obviously. And I'm not asking you to bring me a gift. My gift is that you enjoy the food, the drinks, and the more relaxed atmosphere for me. You know I'm on a diet and can't eat that stuff, and I have to work. I'll be happy to see you if you want to find me, though! (And if you do want to drop off a gift you can hand it off and those guys should know what to do with it.)

Of course I understand how busy most of you are, so if you want something but can't make it you can just message back and I'll have someone run a delivery for you.

The buffet offerings and the cutoff times and beverage options(including plenty of wine) are attached, along with a reminder that food can be made to order as well.

Lyca receives a voice recording as well, as Romeo knows he has some trouble with reading and may find the message easier to understand if he can just listen to it.

Towa receives a separate message acknowledging that he doesn't eat meat but if he wants to try the vegetarian/vegan parts of the menu(or would like some of the raw food being used in preparation) he's welcome to drop by for some as well. A menu of what's available for him is also included.

For Haru and Kaito an additional note is attached that he can, of course, take some of the food back for later, and he'd have anything left over at the end of the night sent over to Jabberwock in the morning although he couldn't guarantee there would be much.

For Rui, Haru, and Towa there's an additional note about food waste being kept separate if they could use it later for compost or for feeding the beasts in Jabberwock after the end of the day.

And, of course, Taiga received a separate message.

In case you forgot, it's my birthday today.

I'm not angry if you forgot. And I'm not asking for a gift or anything.

There's going to be food all day, so you should have some! I'll be working later on, but I might walk around the casino and the 'party' area for a while first.

If Taiga is watching the texts as they come in, Romeo types for a bit, then stops without sending it. There's a pause, as if contemplating, a little more typing, and then,

Actually, I'd like it if you would wish me a happy birthday. Over text is fine.

Who has to ask to be told such a thing. He didn't have to ask, did he? Taiga would have figured it out even if it took all day. It felt a little embarrassing. But it was equally embarrassing to feel timid about it.

Well, no matter. The students were waking up and even outside his room he could hear some of them talking about the smell of breakfast. He'd sent messages to the non-captain students in Sinostra and the casino staff too--they were welcome to the food and to the festivities, and for those applicable there were some shift changes that would hopefully spread the work out a little bit more today. He was paying them the same, although they'd be working less, and they were free to eat and drink while they worked as long as it got done and there was no unnecessary rowdiness. And as long as cleanup happened appropriately of course.

(The message sent had been posted to WickHive by one of the students as well. Other houses' members were wondering if they could sneak in for free food and get away with it. Many didn't trust that Romeo would be offering free anything to anybody. One or two thought it was kind of weird that he would probably be watching them eat.)

Today would be celebratory. Tomorrow. . .he might be going to Frostheim. . . .

[actonelimofloridaus]

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[dsandrvk]

Thursday, October 17 - Santiago, Chile

Yesterday was a busy, fun and bittersweet day as we got ready to leave the ship and our friends. Amazingly, we were able to fit everything into our bags after jettisoning some items like extra sunscreen, Covid tests, and toothpaste (the first welcomed by the expedition crew, and the last two by our cabin attendants). We also distributed some of our "swag" that we had won in trivia and other activities to Nolly and Albert, and a couple of others. It's amazing what one can accumulate in 77 days!

We had our final crew tribute and video party - it's turnover time for a lot of the crew and most of the expedition staff and very few passengers are carrying on from here. The ship is headed down the coast of Chile and then begins its runs down to Antarctica from Ushuaia in less than two weeks. Our videographer, Patrick, is also leaving, and we have heard they will not be doing the voyage videos in the future, which is a shame, as they are a great memento and available to all on the Seabourn Voyage Tracker site. As a result, in addition to the official video of this last segment, he also did a one-off spoof of some of his favorite movies with the expedition crew as his cast. He spoofed everything from Star Wars to Star Trek to James Bond to The Godfather, and it was hilarious, especially since we know his cast so well, and he used the ship and on-shore locations. Unfortunately, this one will not be on the website, although I'm sure a few bootleg copies will float around the expedition staff. He is extremely talented, as well as a delightful presence, and will be missed.

We arrived in San Antonio while the videos were playing, and it is an true industrial port, with none of the charm of Valparaiso (but good deep water access, which is not true of Valpo). It was extremely busy in the evening, and also had a night shift. We could have gotten off after dinner, but there really was no place to go. We sat out on the deck one last time, completely surrounded by cranes.

This morning we got up early, had our last breakfast on board, and left the ship about eight to collect luggage, go through Customs and find our tour bus. Although the Customs form was extremely detailed about what had to be declared (all food, anything made from vegetable matter, including wood products, etc.), and I had grouped all my little souvenirs to make it easy to show, the folks at the port just collected our papers without even looking at them. So much for biosecurity.

Our original plan had been to reserve a hotel room in Santiago for the day, take a bus from San Antonio to Santiago, and then a taxi to the hotel, later taking an airport shuttle for our 10:55 PM flight. This was cumbersome at best, and when the ship offered an all-day transfer to and then tour of Santiago, dropping us off at the airport around 6, we decided to take it. Our guide was extremely chatty, and talked a lot about the political situation in Chile, which is still quite fraught. It was good that we were here on the 17th, because the next day was the 5th anniversary of the last major uprising, which resulted in major damage to the city, as well as lives lost. Tomorrow there will be major protests and gatherings, and the entire city will be pretty much shut down.

We spent some time driving into the city and stopped at the main racetrack where the horses are training for the upcoming race season. It seemed to be an impromptu stop, but it was good to get off the bus after a two-hour drive from the coast. Afterwards we headed downtown where we walked about a dozen blocks past some of the more iconic areas, accompanied by our own little security detail. It was an odd mix of office workers, vendors, street walkers and lots of tour groups. I wouldn't have felt unsafe on our own, and it felt a little weird to be herded in a tight group.

Afterwards we made a stop for an included lunch. I didn't expect much, but the restaurant was an upscale place in a lovely park, and everything was excellent, from the included pisco sours and wine to the chunky gazpacho and the perfectly cooked salmon. It was also interesting in that we got to chat with some of our fellow travelers that we knew by sight, but had never really had the chance to get to know.

We had a nice drive out to the east to the foothills of the Andes, still with a bit of snow, and made a stop at a crafts market. I was expecting something cheap and touristy, but once again I was surprised by the quality of the artisans and their wares. This market is set up like a little village with individual studio/shops and crafts ranging from wood working to photography to glass to weaving and knitting to jewelry to pottery and on and on. There was even a luthier with lots of partial and finished instruments. We had an hour, but I could have spent all afternoon, as there were probably about one hundred shops, and almost all were open. There was also an outdoor cafe area, and several book donation bins, such as the one shown, with its own library cat.

All too soon we headed for the airport, and a long wait for the American Airlines counter to open. Immigration was epic, security easier than in the US, and boarding was on time. Now if I can only sleep a bit on the plane, it will be perfect. A long day, but both relaxing and eventful.

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1. Hospitality and Tourism

Given Orlando's status as a world-renowned tourist destination, businesses in the hospitality sector are highly profitable. This includes hotels, resorts, vacation rentals, and tour operators. These businesses benefit from a steady influx of visitors year-round, ensuring consistent revenue.

2. Restaurants and Cafés

Orlando's diverse culinary scene offers numerous profitable opportunities in the food and beverage industry. From upscale dining establishments to trendy cafés, the demand for unique and high-quality dining experiences is ever-growing. Established restaurants with a loyal customer base are particularly attractive to buyers.

3. Health and Wellness

The health and wellness industry is booming in Orlando. Businesses such as gyms, spas, yoga studios, and wellness centers are in high demand. As more residents prioritize their health and well-being, these businesses continue to see robust growth and profitability.

4. Retail Stores

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5. Technology and IT Services

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6. Home Improvement and Services

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8 Types of Professional Cab Services

The evolution of transportation has led to the diversification of cab services, offering many options to cater to various needs and preferences. From traditional taxi services to innovative ride sharing platforms, the landscape of cab services has expanded to encompass a wide range of choices for passengers and businesses alike. This article will explore eight types of cab service in Holland Mi, each serving distinct purposes and addressing specific transportation requirements. 

Traditional Taxi Service:

Traditional taxi services are the most common form of cab service found in cities worldwide. They operate with a fleet of cars, typically marked with a company logo or color scheme. Customers can either hail a taxi on the street or call a dispatch center to request a pickup. Payment is usually made at the end of the ride, either in cash or by card.

Ridesharing Services:

Ridesharing services, or transportation network companies (TNCs), have become increasingly popular in recent years. Uber, Lyft, and Grab operate these cab service, connecting passengers with drivers through a smartphone app. Users can request a ride, track the driver's location, and pay electronically through the app. Ridesharing services often offer a range of vehicle options, from standard sedans to luxury SUVs.

Luxury Car Services:

Luxury car services cater to customers looking for higher comfort and style. These services provide upscale vehicles, such as limousines, luxury sedans, and high-end SUVs, along with professional drivers. They are commonly used for special occasions like weddings, corporate events, and airport transfers. Luxury car services often offer amenities like Wi-Fi, bottled water, and premium interior features.

Airport Shuttle Services:

Airport shuttle services specialize in transporting passengers to and from airports. They typically operate on fixed routes with scheduled pickup and drop-off times. Airport shuttles are a convenient cab service option for travelers who want a reliable and cost-effective way to get to their destination without worrying about parking or navigating unfamiliar roads. Some airport shuttle services also offer private transfers for individuals or groups.

Corporate Cab Services:

Corporate cab services cater to businesses and organizations that require transportation for employees, clients, or guests. These services offer reliable and professional transportation solutions tailored to the needs of corporate clients. They may provide dedicated vehicles for regular commutes, executive travel, or group events. Corporate cab services often offer account management, billing integration, and customized reporting to streamline the booking and payment process for businesses.

On-Demand Delivery Services:

Some cab companies offer on-demand delivery services in addition to passenger transportation. These services enable customers to request the pickup and delivery of goods or packages through a mobile app or website. Delivery drivers use the same infrastructure as passenger vehicles to transport items quickly and efficiently. On-demand delivery services are popular for food delivery, grocery shopping, and courier services, providing a convenient alternative to traditional shipping methods.

Bike Taxi Services:

Bike taxi services, also known as pedicabs or cycle rickshaws, offer eco-friendly transportation in urban areas. These services operate with bicycles or tricycles fitted with seating for passengers. Bike taxi drivers pedal passengers to their destination, navigating through traffic and narrow streets. Bike taxi services are popular in cities with heavy congestion and short-distance travel needs, offering a convenient and sustainable mode of transportation.

Tourist Cab Services:

Tourist cab services cater to visitors exploring a new city or destination. These services offer guided tours, airport transfers, and sightseeing trips to popular attractions and landmarks. Tourist cab drivers know local history, culture, and points of interest, providing informative commentary and recommendations to enhance the travel experience. Tourist cab service in Holland Mi may also offer customizable tour packages tailored to the preferences and interests of individual travelers.

To sum up,

Each type of cab service caters to specific transportation needs and preferences, offering various options for passengers and businesses. Whether it's a leisurely sightseeing tour, a convenient airport transfer, or an eco-friendly ride across town, there's a cab service in Holland Mi available to meet every requirement.

[searidings]

Lena's wardrobe planning must be a nightmare. Every day she has to account for the fact that this might finally be the day she and Kara fuck in a semi-public space

*EDIT: now on ao3 for your thirsty convenience*

“Tell me again what this article’s about?”

She asks it innocently, as if she genuinely can’t remember. As if she hadn’t spent an extra 40 minutes this morning dripping in a towel in the middle of her walk-in closet, determined to select the perfect outfit for this very conversation.

The way Kara’s eyes are glued to the exposed lines of her clavicle as she sits down tells her the extra deliberation was entirely worth it.

“It’s just a puff piece,” Kara says offhandedly, taking a seat on the far side of Lena’s desk. Or at least, she tries to take a seat but misses the chair entirely, pitching forward and almost taking half the contents of Lena’s desk with her. It’s only her superspeed that saves Lena’s water jug from its collision course with the ground and Kara rights it with sweaty fingers that leave faint smudges on the glass, blushing.

“Are you alright, darling?” Lena asks gently, biting her lip to keep from smirking as Kara, redder than a fire hydrant, finally takes her seat.

“Fine,” the blonde manages, only a little strangled. “Sorry. Just— misjudged the, you know. Chair.”

“Distracted?” Lena asks coyly, voice dipping a smooth half-octave lower as she arches an eyebrow.

She watches in barely restrained delight as Kara’s throat works. “No,” the blonde manages after a moment. “Just— busy. Articles, deadlines. You know how it is.” She seems to have regained her footing now, smoothing her hands over her slacks before reaching into her purse for a pad and pen. “The article’s another clickbait piece, basically. Dress for success: the wardrobes of women in power. Andrea’s making me write it.”

Kara’s voice drips with so much disgust that Lena purses her lips in sympathy. “I’m sorry, Kara. If there’s anything I can do—”

“Don’t be silly,” Kara says instantly, face breaking into a shy smile. “It means I get to spend the afternoon with you. And your wardrobe has always been very—” she breaks off, hand gesturing in the air between them as though she might be able to pluck the right word out of the ether. “—impressive,” she finishes with a small swallow, eyes delicately averted from the expanse of creamy skin on display before her.

“You think so?”

“Of course,” Kara says quickly. Her still floundering hand drifts back and forth in the air as if to encompass Lena’s general existence. “I’d ask if you dressed up specially for this interview, but honestly you always look like that.”

“Like that?” Lena repeats, a teasing lilt to her tone. She leans back in her office chair, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from her dress. This piece, a deep red off-the-shoulder dress with a V-shaped neckline plunging just enough to be borderline workplace inappropriate, had cost more than a small car and been custom-made and shipped to her from an upscale boutique in Paris. Looking now at Kara’s wide eyes and pink cheeks, every last cent of import tax feels absolutely worth it. “Like what, exactly?”

Kara’s jaw snaps shut with an audible click and she stares down at the pad in her hands with such intensity that Lena absently wonders if the offending paper is about to be laser-visioned.

“Shall we start with the questions, then?” Kara says quickly, clicking her ballpoint pen with enough force that it shatters the entire casing. She stares forlornly down at the plastic shards in her palm until Lena clears her throat, passing another pen to the blonde with a wordless smile.

Kara removes the lid from the offered pen with the delicacy and focus of someone disarming a bomb. “I hope you don’t find this insulting,” she says as she turns to a fresh page, finally meeting Lena’s eyes again. “I mean, you’re one of the greatest minds in the country and I’m here to ask you about your clothes.”

“Not at all. Wardrobe planning is an extremely involved affair,” Lena deadpans, tilting her head to one side and relishing the way Kara’s eyes skate the cut of her jaw. “Quantum mechanics is nothing compared to the challenge of pairing the right shirt with the right jacket.”

“Right,” Kara says absently, her gaze fixed on the regal column of Lena’s bare throat. She’d foregone a necklace this morning and pulled her still-curly hair up into a soft bun for this exact purpose; knowing that her natural waves were Kara’s favourite, but knowing too that a dress like this deserved to be unencumbered by loose hair or jewellery to really reach its full potential.

“So, um,” Kara starts before swallowing hard, reaching for the glass of water waiting for her on the desk and downing its contents in one swift gulp. “What’s your, um, selection process? How would you describe your wardrobe requirements?”

One corner of Lena’s mouth tugs upwards. “As a woman in a male-dominated world, I’ve learned to use my wardrobe as a tool. My clothing has to be professional without appearing intimidating, project confidence without audacity. Visual impressions precede all other business dealings; I can tailor my wardrobe to my audience the way I would tailor a speech or a press release. When done correctly, it helps me get what I want.”

Kara is staring at her in rapt attention, eyes flicking rhythmically between Lena’s eyes and mouth. She hasn’t written a single thing on the pad in her lap.

“And of course, I have to be careful in the lab,” Lena continues, leaning forward to fold her hands together on the desk in front of her and squeezing her arms ever so slightly against the sides of her chest. It’s always prudent to take advantage of one’s strengths, and the plunging neckline of this particular outfit leaves no doubt in Lena’s mind as to which of her assets she should be emphasising right now. “I can’t wear anything that could prove dangerous.”

“Do you do that often?” Kara asks a little dazedly, gaze now focused a solid foot below Lena’s face. “Wear things that are d-dangerous?”

Lena smirks. Kara’s eyes are locked on Lena’s chest, following its gentle rise and fall with a tangible hunger. It lights a fire in Lena. “You tell me.”

The office falls utterly silent, the air between them leaden with tension. Kara’s eyes linger at the juncture where pale skin gives way to deep red fabric for one more aching moment before beginning a torturously slow crawl up Lena’s chest and neck to meet her gaze once more.

The blue eyes that lock back onto hers are dark and greedy, pupils blown wide. The sight sets Lena’s heart thud-thudding in her chest and damn the superhearing that has surely picked up on it, damn the owner of said superhearing whose lips quirk up in a barely-there smirk.

“You know,” Kara starts, pausing as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Lena can’t stop her own eyes from dropping heavy to take in the sight and the blonde’s smirk grows another degree. “I think if I’m going to do this piece justice, I really need to see the full picture.”

Lena can do little more than stare in silent confusion until Kara stands, dropping her pad carelessly onto the chair and rounding the desk to where Lena sits. “Stand up?” she asks in a low voice, holding out a hand. “That looks like a dress that deserves to be properly admired.”

Lena swallows hard against her suddenly dry throat, taking the proffered hand mutely and rising a little unsteadily to her feet. Kara steps closer until they’re toe to toe and Lena’s not even breathing as a tanned hand reaches up and gently releases her hair from its bun, letting dark curls fall freely across her bare shoulders.

But Kara’s hand doesn’t return to her side once it accomplishes its mission. It tugs through the curls now tickling Lena’s neck, the backs of her knuckles dragging lightly against Lena’s throat until she can’t restrain a shiver. It continues its wandering, sliding up the back of Lena’s neck to bury itself fully in her hair, thumb extended to rub at the hinge of Lena’s jaw.

“Is it?” Kara asks quietly, and Lena barely represses an honest-to-god whine at the sensation of the blonde’s breath hitting her lips.

“What?” she whispers, feeling Kara’s thumb shift against her skin.

“Is this outfit helping you get what you want?”

Lena swallows hard, the movement causing Kara’s thumb to slip down her neck until it trips to a stop directly over her thundering pulse. Lena takes a deep, decidedly un-calming breath, and tries with her last shred of rational thought to claw back the control of the situation she had at some point so thoroughly surrendered. “You tell m—”

She doesn’t even get the last word out before Kara’s lips are on hers, hot and insistent and perfect and fucking finally, and Lena just. Gives up. Gives up access to her mouth as soon as Kara’s tongue hits the seam of her lips, gives up trying to hold back her moans when Kara licks in warm and wet, starts sucking on her tongue.

Gives in to the desire, years in the making, to smooth her hands over Kara’s biceps, her broad muscular shoulders. Gives in to the urge to crush their bodies together, to finally feel the delicious press of the toned planes of Kara’s frame against every one of her own curves.

The hand not still buried in Lena’s hair begins charting an exploratory path up Lena’s side, across her ribs, and Lena is grateful for the sheerness of the skin-tight fabric that does nothing to dull the burning trail Kara’s palm is blazing against her skin.

Three things happen then in quick succession: Kara’s wandering fingers reach the underside of Lena’s breast and the sudden contact causes her other hand to tighten its grip in Lena’s hair, tugging sharply. Lena gasps, head falling backwards as a low groan rips from her throat at the slight sting. Kara’s mouth drops hot and wet to Lena’s neck, lips and teeth sucking and scraping over her rocketing pulse until Lena’s writhing against her.

“How long have you wanted this?” Kara pants, trailing kisses across Lena’s jaw and down the curve of her throat. “How long could I have been doing this?”

Lena’s eyelids flutter shut, fingers digging tight into firm shoulders as Kara sucks another mark into the skin above her collarbone. She lingers long enough that Lena knows it will bruise and in this dress, with this amount of skin on display and no way to cover it up, the thought sends a thrill through her that has her arching up into the heat of Kara’s mouth. “Oh, I don’t know,” she answers breathily, tugging Kara closer still. “How long have I been dressing like this?”

It’s Kara who moans then, reaching down to hook her hands under Lena’s thighs and lifting her onto the desk, pressing herself tight between Lena’s spread legs. In the back of her mind, Lena registers an inordinate rush of gratitude toward her past self for booking out three hours for this interview and issuing strict do not disturb instructions to her assistant.

“Gorgeous as this dress is, it’s kind of in the way,” Kara pants, one hand sliding under the hem of the offending material to skim up Lena’s bare thigh. “But it looks expensive, I don’t want to rip it—”

“Rip it,” Lena gasps immediately, tugging Kara’s mouth desperately back to her own. Preserving an item of clothing has never been further from her mind than in this exact moment. And as she’d said to Kara, her wardrobe had always functioned primarily as means to an end.

And what an end this was turning out to be.  

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Little Black Book: The One You Trust (M)

Summary: There are a few names in your Little Black Book, and these seven hold a special place in your heart.  Now that you are closing that chapter in your life, you reminisce the time and experience you have had with your seven favourite men, especially with Min Yoongi, the one you trust.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

Rating: Explicit. No minors allowed!

Genre: non idol au, strangers to lovers, friends with benefits

Word Count: 5.1k

Warning: Yoongi thought OC was a prostitute, oral sex in public restroom, Yoongi oral king (wbk), oral m & f giving and receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (they should’ve known better, please be safe everyone), making of a sex tape

Little Black Book Masterlist

A/N: Completely unedited, as I wrote it between free times I could get, so my deepest apologies for any mistakes made. Hope you enjoy reading it! 💜

~~~

You met Yoongi at an upscale bar. It wasn’t the kind of bar you’d willingly go on your own, but it was the bar your boss chose to impress your clients with expensive wine and cigars. Business talk soon turned into something more lewd, and you soon excused yourself from the party.

You chose to sit on the bar counter, purposely choosing the far end where it was much less crowded. You scrolled mindlessly on your phone, nursing your gin and tonic, while waiting for your group to get drunker and drunker, and for when it became your responsibility to ship them home one by one  in taxis.

Yoongi approached you like a cat. Slow, quiet, gaze intense on you. You had caught him out of the corner of your eye, and you instantly liked what you saw. Lithe body clad in all black, jet black hair, feline eyes, and lips pressed into a tight line. He had a mysterious and intimidating aura about him.

He sat himself next to you, then ordered a whiskey. Seeing your half empty glass, he offered to buy you another.

“No thanks,” you shook your head. “I’m good.”

Yoongi glanced at your party. “Your group?”

You nodded. “Yup, gotta make sure they all return home safely later.”

“Ah,” Yoongi let out a dry chuckle. “I see.”

“That was a weird laugh.” You told him, narrowing your eyes.

He looked at you, his sharp features looked considerably softer. “Don’t be mad.”

“It never ends well when you start with that.” You warned him.

“You see,” Yoongi brought your gaze to a group of men and women seated not far from where your party was. “I thought you were one of them.”

One of them. The ‘them’ he referred  to  was a group of scantily clad women, throwing themselves onto the men in suits. It didn’t take a genius to know who those women were.

“Seriously? You thought this,” you pointed up and down your work suit, “equals to that?”

Yoongi looked you in the eye and knew you were teasing him. And you really were. You were intrigued by him. And you were hoping Yoongi could be a fun distraction.

“I’m sorry for assuming,” he apologized, “some men like skimpy dresses, I however, like suits. Obviously I have better taste than they are.” He smirked at the group.

You turned to face him fully, crossing your legs. You smiled inwardly when you caught his eyes dropping down to your skirt, slightly hiked up from your new sitting position. “I still feel very insulted.”

Yoongi rubbed his chin. “Let me make it up to you.” He leaned forward, and the proximity of his face to yours made your heart beat faster. He was a good looking guy, but with the cockiness in his words, his sexiness level was off the charts.

“Let me,” his voice dropped several octaves, sending a rush of warmth to your core, “eat you out. I’ll give you the best oral of your life.”

You felt your body was instantly lit on fire. Keeping your voice steady, you asked him, “What if I’m not satisfied?”

“I’ll give you my number. And you can call me whenever you need to evaluate my tongue technology skills.”

You burst out laughing. You couldn’t believe the balls on this guy.

“I can’t leave them.” You tipped your head at your group.

“I know for a fact the restroom here is clean.”

Your eyes widened. “How often do you do this here?”

Yoongi shrugged. “My first time tonight. I know the rest room is clean because I used it not ten minutes ago. So?” He hopped off his stool, and offered you his hand.

You stared at him, mouth slightly agape. Your head still couldn’t believe what was happening, but your core was leaking arousal and you knew which one was making the final decision.

You placed your hand in his, and he smirked. It annoyed you how smug he was, but the way the corner of his lip lifted, it was so sexy. You were done for.

Yoongi led you to one of the  restrooms, he told you the restrooms in the bar were all private so there was no need to worry someone would walk in on you both.

“You really thought this through, didn’t you?”

Yoongi locked the door. He directed you to lean against the wall. Your hand grabbed the sink next to you for anchor. The way he looked at you was so predatorial. His eyes were sharp and pierced  through yours. The way he licked his lips was like a starved man finally being served his favorite meal.

“I’ve been thinking about how you’d taste since I saw you sitting on that bar all alone.” He looked you up and down, undressing you with his eyes. You swallowed. Your throat was suddenly dry. All the liquid in your body was pooling in your panties, you were sure of it.

Yoongi leaned closer to you, pressing your body against the wall. His hands skimmed the hem of your pencil skirt, and looking into your eyes, he slowly inched the material up. His fingers were grazing against your pantyhose, burning your skin through it.

When your skirt was finally bunched up around your waist, you bit your lip to still a whimper, and Yoongi chuckled. His face came even closer to yours, you prepare yourself for the feel of his lips yours.

But he ducked sideways, his mouth aimed at your ear instead. “My name is Yoongi, in case you need to scream it out when you cum on my tongue.”

Your chest heaved and you let out a small moan. His hands had found the waistband of your panties and your pantyhose, but instead of pulling them down- which you were hoping he would, SOON- because you just couldn’t take it anymore- he rubbed against the skin underneath, making you squirm.

He gave you that smug smirk again. And licking his lips, he leaned down to kiss you. Only to be met by your finger. He looked at you quizzically.

“No kissing,” you chided. “You haven’t earned that yet, you smug boy.”

His eyes twinkled at your challenge. “Do I get your name, at least? I’ll spell it with my tongue.” He yanked your panties and pantyhose down. Your knees immediately went jelly, and he chuckled again at your state.

“_______.” You breathed out. He kneeled before you, then helped  you rid of your underclothes to bare yourself to him.

Yoongi hooked your leg over his shoulder. He parted your folds then licked his lips. He could see your sex throbbing, so desperate for a touch.

Keeping his eyes on you, he flicked his tongue over your clit. You gasped loudly. Liking your reaction, he flicked your nub again, but this time putting more pressure on it. He started spelling your name on your clit, as he had promised to do, the pressure from his tongue sending your body into a fiery mess and your arousal dripping into his waiting mouth.

“Did I spell it right?” Yoongi pulled back.

“Fuck yeah.” You rested your head on the wall. Your body felt heavy, and you hadn’t even cummed yet.

“Ready to scream my name, babe?”

You looked down to him. His milky white complexion almost made him look angelic, such an irony to the sinful act he was doing to you. You buried your fingers in his hair and tugged softly.

“Less talking and more doing, hmm?” You directed his head to your dripping core.

You felt the vibration from his chuckle against your dewy lips, and you instantly moaned. With his tongue flat against your sex, he started lapping at you. He was encouraged by your moan and from your grip on his hair.

He found that you liked  having his tongue poking into your hole and sliding up and down your slit. He could tell from your moans how you liked his lips wrapped around your clit  and how he slurped up your juice obscenely. He wanted to finger you, to feel your walls around his digits. But he wanted to see how far his tongue could take you. And soon he got an answer.

Your thighs started shaking, and your moans were getting louder. He tongued your entrance, swirling his organ in and around your hole, eagerly exploring it. He groaned when you ground yourself down against his mouth.

“Close, so close,” you panted, “make me cum, please.”

Yoongi gripped your thighs tighter, pressing his face further in, diving deeper into you. His tongue fucked into your cunt mercilessly, while his nose rubbed against your clit. You felt him pushing you harder and up against the wall, as if anchoring you before your free fall into ecstasy.

And the orgasm came in a mad rush, a white hot explosion that burnt your entire body as you convulsed and shook above Yoongi. He continued to tongue you, groaning and moaning at the drizzle of your nectar oozing out, only slowing down once he felt your body going lax. He massaged your thighs, kissing the skin at the junction of your limbs and your pussy tenderly, until you pushed his head away.

Yoongi looked up to you and grinned. You looked so fucked out, and only from this tongue alone.

“You didn’t scream my name, babe.” Yoongi slowly stood up, his face ghosting over yours. “I’m sad.”

“You’ve got to do it again then.” You could smell yourself on him, a mix of your sex with the alcohol he had had before. “Kiss me, Yoongi.”

He crushed his lips into yours, immediately his wicked tongue invaded your mouth. You sucked on it greedily, and smiled when he groaned. He pulled away, his eyes heavy with lust. He moved your body towards the sink, bending you over it, then he spread your legs wide. You gripped onto the porcelain, and turned your head sideways to be met by your own reflection in the mirror.

Yoongi was above you, pushing your hair away from your neck. He kissed and licked it, sending shivers down your spine. Catching your reflection, he nibbled on your earlobe before pointing his tongue into your ear canal. Satisfied at the way your face crunched and the way you moaned underneath him, he stood up and massaged your ass cheeks.

“You look so sinful, _______ .” His fingers were kneading your flesh hard. “Still dripping too, you really like my tongue that much?”

“Yes.” You sobbed your answer. Your legs were shaking again, from the position they were in but also from the anticipation. You felt Yoongi breathing near your cunt, and automatically bucked your hips, but he held you down, rendering you immobile under his grips.

Yoongi gave you a long fat lick, from the clit all the way to the spot between your pussy and your asshole. “Oh Yoongi, that feels good.”

Taking your cue, he repeated the motion; sometimes spending more time teasing your clit, sometimes sucking on your hole, drinking up your juices, sometimes he went a bit higher, testing your reaction when he licked around your puckered hole. Whatever he did, he sent you deeper and deeper into lustful pleasure.

You felt his tongue stabbing into your pussy again, and his nose deliciously close to your other hole. Your moans were encouraging him, and he moved your ass back and forth, making you rut on his mouth. Without taking his mouth off you, Yoongie shuffled up higher until his tongue reached your asshole. With your arousal thick on his tongue, he circled around the hole and gave it little kitten licks. He growled when you wailed at how good it felt, but still, you were not screaming his name yet. So he continued eating your ass, until you became a whimpering mess, He quickly moved back to your pussy, sucking on it harshly and loudly. The slurping sounds his mouth was making were so loud in the restroom, with only your moans drowning them.

“Yoongi, ah… don’t stop..” you begged.

Yoongi went to overdrive. Hearing you moaned out his name spurred him on. He latched onto your clit now, flicking and sucking it, picking up his pace as your breathing got more laboured.

“Yoon… Yoongi..” you chanted his name like a prayer, and you were getting so close to your second orgasm. Yoongi sensed it too, and he continued to work on your clit, determined he would not stop until you cried with pleasure, with his name on your mouth.

With Yoongi’s tongue on your clit, you reached your second orgasm. “Yoongi!” you screamed as heat erupted from your core to the rest of your body. It was more intense than the first one, and you grabbed onto the sink for dear life. Your body was heaving, your thighs closed tightly around Yoongi’s head, and still, his tongue did not let up. You started to drone out, Yoongi’s name still repeatedly leaving your lips.

Yoongi stood up, then pulled you up from the sink, to hug you from behind. You were still recovering from your orgasm, and he wrapped your shaking body with his arms. His lips were all over your neck, kissing you softly as you returned back to earth.

When he felt your breathing had steadied, he asked, “Are you okay?”

You scoffed weakly. “You’re all sweet now you’ve heard me scream your name?”

Yoongi smiled against your hair. “Come home with me.”

You stiffened and pushed yourself out from Yoongi’s arms. Grabbing your pantyhose and your underwear, you asked Yoongi to turn around as you put them back on. Yoongi stayed silent, still waiting for your answer.

Smoothing down your skirt, you moved to the mirror by the sink to ensure you still looked presentable, and not like someone who had just had two orgasms in a public restroom. Yoongi stared at you through the mirror. Do you want to go home with him? God yes, you thought, if he could make you feel that good with his tongue alone, you definitely wanted to find out what the rest of him could do. But, as much as you wanted a warm body next to you, you wanted to make him suffer a bit.

“Give me your number.” You fished your phone out of your purse. Yoongi recited his number.

“I’ll get in touch, okay? And thanks for the two mind blowing orgasms.”

Yoongi laughed, nodded then waved you off. You felt a little bad, so you gave him a long lingering kiss before you exited the restroom.

~~~

Yoongi didn’t have to wait long, as it turned out. Three days after your encounter, you found yourself clocking yet another overtime, and feeling frustrated as hell. You sent him a text.

== [22:15] Hey, it’s _______ . From the bar. What are you doing?

== Yoongi-Bar [22:16] Depends on what you’re doing

== Yoongi- Bar (22:16] Didn’t think you’d contact me tbh

== [22:17] Aw, sorry to keep you waiting. Was wondering if your tongue is up for some workout?

You felt rather nervous seeing three blue dots appearing and disappearing. Was that too forward? It couldn’t be, from the way he approached you that night, this had got to be up his alley.

== Yoongi-Bar [22:19] I’m still at work. But you’re welcome to come (lol). Here’s my address. Text me when you;ve arrived. I’ll come down to get you.

In less than half an hour, you arrived at his office, which turned out to be a music studio. Ten minutes after that, you were on his desk, spread-eagle, with his head between your legs. Less than five minutes after your orgasm, you returned the favor, giving him what he claimed to be the best blowjob of his life. Shortly after midnight, the two of you were eating over-seasoned ramen at a nearby pochajang.

~~~

Your arrangement with Yoongi was a comfortable one. There was definitely lust at first sight between the two of you, but the chemistry started and ended there. You were both too career-minded to even consider a relationship, and so you settled being each other’s booty calls. Funnily enough, a friendship was formed too. You both would vent about your bosses and clients while getting dressed after your mind-blowing fuck sessions, and you sent each other encouraging messages too during stressful times. And most times, those messages included photos of body parts that would send your panties wet or give him uncomfortable hard-ons.

Four months after your first encounter, Yoongi told you he was going on a world tour with his artists. He would be away for six months, jumping from timezone to timezone, so it would be difficult to arrange a time for a regular online hook-ups.

“Yoongi, I’m pretty sure you can find someone during your tour stops.”

“I don’t want random women though. I’m comfortable with you. And safe.” He nearly whined.

“I can draft up an NDA if you’re worried about them going to some tabloids or something.”

He leaned back in his chair. “No. I don’t want that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, what do you want, then?”

“Let’s make a sex tape.”

You burst out laughing at Yoongi’s suggestion, but you immediately stopped when you saw the look on his face. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he nodded thoughtfully, “watching it would help me jerk off and therefore it would be relaxing, and we wouldn’t have to constantly figure out the time difference…. “

“Well what’s in it for me?” You cut off his lame reasonings.

“The satisfaction that the country’s most successful music producer is jacking off to you.”

“Most successful, huh?” 

“Babe, I’ll be at the top before you know it.” You sometimes forgot what a smug bastard he was. 

You thought about it. You were not going to lie that the idea of making a sex tape with Yoongi was making you extremely excited. And the thought of him touching himself while watching himself and you, well it was fucking hot. And most importantly, you trusted him, you really did. If you were ever to document your sexual acts, Yoongi was the best person to do it with in your books.

“Our faces cannot be visible.” You set out your terms. “And we’d have to do it where no one would trace it back to your place or mine.”

Yoongi nodded.

“And you’d have to keep it somewhere safe. Not in some cloud or wherever that can be hacked.”

Yoongi tapped his hard-drive. “It’d stay with my unpublished songs.” The safest place indeed, he guarded those works with his life.

“OK, when should we do it?”

~~~

You decided to film your sex tape a week before Yoongi left. Yoongi was setting up the camera in the hotel room you had booked. Once done, he rehearsed the positions you both would be doing to ensure none of your faces would be visible.

“Fuck Yoongi, you’re really setting the mood right now! Can we just start? It’s been half an hour!” You threw yourself on the bed.

Yoongi muttered. “Fine, fine, we’ll edit it or something later. Come on babe, lie there, in the middle.”

You positioned yourself in the space where Yoongi had pointed. You were already naked, and you watched Yoongi undress. “Remember, don’t scream my name no matter how much you want to.” He warned.

“Min Yoongi, just fucking start.”

Yoongi chuckled as he pressed the record button. Then with his back to the camera, he climbed onto the bed. Spreading your legs, he made himself comfortable between them. Your hands immediately went to his hair; he loved having his hair tugged and pulled when he went down on you.

He knew what you loved too. He knew you loved it when he spread your lips apart, exposing your sex  to him. When he licked up and down your slit like he was savoring a melting ice cream cone. When he inserted a finger to tease your hole after he got you all soaked and dripping. When he inserted a second finger as he wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked on it. When he moved his body up to lie on top of yours, to kiss you and give you a taste of yourself while his fingers were pumping you.

And when he pushed in a third finger, you moaned into his mouth, which sent him grinding his hips against yours. His free hand grabbed your breast, massaging it before his fingers pinched and tugged your nipple. He broke the kiss, and he rose up to look at you.

“So sexy babe.” He whispered to you. You closed your eyes, sighing contentedly and enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. Yoongi made his way back down, kissing and sucking both your nipples, before his head was between your legs again.

His fingers were covered in your slick; you had gotten so wet and he could feel your walls pulsating around his fingers. His mouth went back to your clit as he curled his fingers in you. You arched your back, biting your lip for you nearly moaned out his name. Yoongi felt the pressure building in you, so he licked and sucked your clit harder while his fingers were stretching your cunt.

Your grip in Yoongi’s hair was getting tighter as you were getting closer to your release. He recognised the signal, familiar with your body by now, and he sped up his movements. He groaned into your pussy, encouraging you to let go and fall into your climax.

You came, with your legs shaking and sandwiching Yoongi’s head, and your back arched, your stiff nipples pointing to the ceiling. Yoongi let go of your clit, but he kept his fingers moving in and out of you at a slower pace. Kissing your way up, he nuzzled your neck, waiting for you to come down from your high. You blinked a few times and swallowed to wet your dry throat.

“Want me to suck you?” You asked softly. Yoongi shook his head.  He pulled his fingers out and rubbed your arousal on his cock, lubricating it.

“I wanna fuck you now.” He got on his knees and grabbed your legs to push them back towards your chest.

This was his favorite position; it gave him a clear view of his cock sliding into your pussy and of your boobs bouncing as he pounded into you. You grabbed the back of your knees, opening yourself to him, and he guided his hard cock to enter your cunt.

You gasped softly as you felt the head breached your entrance. Despite his fingers having stretched you, your pussy still fought against the intrusion. Yoongi watched your face as he continued to push himself in. Your face contorted as he bottomed out in you, and he grinded on you to push himself deeper.

You moaned loudly at the pressure on your lower abdomen. It felt too full, but you whined when Yoongi pulled back. It was too empty, but not for long, as he slammed his cock back into you. He started to piston hard and fast, battering your pussy.

You pulled your knees back further until they were next to your bouncing tits. Yoongi groaned at the new angle and you sobbed over how your cunt was being impaled over and over.

Yoongi leaned further down, resting his forehead on yours, and your pants and moans were mixed together. His cock was jackhammering at a maddening pace, and his balls were slapping against your ass. The sounds of skin slapping against skin were deafening, along with the wanton slick noises of his cock plunging into your pussy like an erotic juicer.

“I want to suck you.” You declared between pants. “I want your cum in my mouth, babe.”

Yoongi growled and rammed his cock in, keeping it fully sheathed in you. You then wrapped your arms around each other, and keeping your heads down, he flipped you over so that you were on top. You pulled yourself off Yoongi’s cock, and you both whined at the action.

You left trails of kisses down Yoongi’s body, from his mouth, to his chin, his neck, chest, abdomen till you met his cock, still glossy and covered in your arousal. You positioned your body so that your ass was sticking up and your legs slightly spread to give a peak of your swollen pussy, hoping it would be smack centre in the frame of the video.

You licked the head of Yoongi’s cock like a lollipop, enjoying the taste of his precum mixed with your own juices. You stuck your tongue out to lap around the head while your hands cradled his balls. Then you licked up and down his shaft, replacing the liquid from your pussy with your own saliva.

“Oh fuck, don’t tease, babe.”

Humming, you wrapped your lips tightly around the head of his cock, and then slowly moved down to take him in. You felt his hips buck, and you immediately relaxed your throat to take as much of him as you could. When your nose bumped against the thin trail of hair on his skin, you flattened your tongue on his shaft and you started to bob your head up and down.

You glanced up to see Yoongi’s chest falling  and rising sharply. You tightened your lips around him some more and you picked up your pace, hungry and greedy for his cum, but also being even more aroused by his moans and the thought of him watching this video you were taping later on when he was away.

So, keeping one hand on his balls, your other reaches down between your legs to rub your clit. Still feeling sensitive, you moaned at your own touch against his cock. You felt him jerk again, his cock twitched in your mouth. You rubbed your clit faster, knowing the vibrations from your moans were adding an extra sensation for Yoongi.

“Babe, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Yoongi warned as he grabbed your head, pressing it down on him. You closed your eyes and took him in, you felt spurts of his cum spraying into your throat, and you rubbed and pressed on your clit relentlessly, driving yourself towards your own release.

Once Yoongi’s cock had  gone soft and your own heart beat returned to normal, you dragged yourself back up and laid yourself on top of Yoongi.

“Stay down,” he whispered, “I gotta turn off the camera.”

Yoongi stood up, still careful to ensure his face was not in the frame, and stopped the recording. He went back to bed with the camera.

“You wanna watch?”

You nodded. Yoongi pulled you up so you sat in front of him, your back to his chest. Your heart started beating fast again.

Yoongi pressed play, and you both giggled a bit in embarrassment when your naked bodies came into frame. Embarrassment soon turned into excitement, however,  and Yoongi swiftly put your legs over his, and held them open as his free hand zeroed in on your pussy.

“Wet again.” He commented as he ran his finger along your slit.

You felt a growing erection behind you. You reached back to stroke it. “Hard again.”

“What time is check out tomorrow?” He nibbled your ear.

“Ahh,” you moaned. “I requested for a late check out.” You squeezed his cock.

“Mmmh,” he groaned. “You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, babe.”

You sighed lustfully as you felt his finger going back into your pussy.

“Worth it.”

—-

Today

You stop the video right before Yoongi in the tape starts cumming. You haven’t watched this video in a while, and you realise that watching it doesn’t elicit any reactions now, unlike before.

You sigh wistfully. You miss Yoongi. You miss hanging out with him, as friends. He’s been back from the tour for a few months now, and he has indeed become one of- if not the most- sought after producer, just as he promised he would be.

You have stayed in touch when he was away. Mostly through texts, teasing each other with r-rates photos, and he also shared his feelings over the world tour and the wonders he experienced watching thousands of foreign fans singing along to his songs. You were proud of him.

Somehow he also remembered all your important court dates and the clients who were driving you nuts, and he made sure you got enough encouragement to push through. You were grateful for his support.

He called you a few times once he had returned, and as much as you want to see him, you have been putting him on the back burner as you navigate your relationship with your new boyfriend. You realise it is about time you break the news to Yoongi- he’s not just a mere fuck-buddy to you, he’s become your friend. He deserves to know.

You dial his number, and after a few rings, he answers.

“Hey _______ ,” he drawls, “what’s up.”

“Hey Yoon. How are you doing?”

“Busy, still in the studio.” You glance at your clock. Eleven pm. Nothing has changed. “Wanna come over?”

You smile into the phone. “Sorry Yoon, I don’t think I can come over anymore.”

“Oh.”

“I’m seeing someone, like seriously.” You try to explain.

“Well, that’s good. I’m happy for you.” He sounds sincere. “He must be someone special.”

“Thanks. He is.”

Silence falls between you. It isn’t awkward, and you can imagine him smiling softly at the other hand.

“Uh, I’d still like us to hang out though, as friends.” You offer.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

You’re smiling from ear to ear. “Great. Maybe I can introduce you to him too.”

He chortles. “Seriously? You think that’s a good idea?”

“Well you’re my friend!”

“A friend who filmed a sex tape with you.”

You purse your lips. “Well he doesn’t need to know about that. Do you still have it by the way?”

“Yeah, I don’t watch it as often as I thought I would though.” He laughs. “Tour and work sucks out all my energy.”

You laugh along with him. “What a shame.”

“I will delete it, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

You surprise yourself when you shake your head and reject his suggestion hastily. “No, no, you don’t have to.”

“______, are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you answer with conviction. “Consider it as a fuck buddy parting gift.”

Yoongi laughs again. “Kinda feel you trust me too much, babe.”

“Ah Yoongi-ah,” you giggle. “I’ve always trusted you, don’t you know that?”

Published 20012021

[bluefirewrites]

31. prostitute/client au? 👀👀👀

Since there's no ship, I'm just gonna go with Juke because duh.

Warning for language, references to sex and the like (obviously aged-up)

"'Sunset Agency'?" Julie reads off the business card Flynn handed to her. It weighs heavy in her hand, looking more like a platinum credit card with its sleek black design and minimal text, "Jesus christ, Flynn."

Her bestie busies herself in Julie's kitchen, raiding it for snacks, "Yeah. Totally legit. Carrie runs it actually."

"Hold up. Your girlfriend runs a bordello and you're casually telling me this now?"

Flynn locates the Milano cookies and stuffs one in her mouth, "Okay, it's not like a 'bordello' like there's a building full of hot men waiting to service you. Like I said, it's an agency and they're contracted. And also...I thought you were gonna act all weird about it-"

"I'm not acting weird," Julie's quick to say, sluggishly moving to the living room, "It's just Carrie's so... normal?"

"Wow. I'll be sure to tell her that,"

Julie winces at the wording and she backtracks, "No, I mean- it's just. She's great and everything, but I don't think that this is something I need right now."

After snacking, Flynn joins Julie on the couch, ready to give her one of her famous pep-talks with the usual 'get up off your ass' attitude followed be a gentle 'you got this, girl'. But that's not what spills out her mouth.

"Julie. You. Need. Dick,"

Julie scoffs, turning into various shades of reds and pinks in a matter of seconds. She groans and drops her face onto one of her throw pillows.

"There, there," Flynn rubs her back, "I know with everything going on, like work, your mom's birthday coming up, and the whole Nick disaster thing-"

"Bringing up my ex-fiance isn't really helping right now..." she mumbles into the zebra cushion.

"I'm saying is that you need to let loose. Get out of your head for a bit. Now, you don't have to do the whole escort thing. That was just my suggestion. I figured that if you'd want to get back out there, you could do with some practice in a safe environment with no... surprises."

Julie couldn't not notice the dig at her ex fiance

She thought she could handle surprises.

That was until Nick decided to call of the wedding the week before and sending her into a spiral that she's still trying to recover from to this day...

Julie doesn't know how Flynn was able to do it, but after considering it for a while, she let her best friend talk her into going onto the site (password on the card) and pick out her 'date' for Friday.

Flynn, as much as she wants to be there for this, wants Julie to be in total control of the process and bows out of helping her pore through the different guys and their headshots.

("Ooh, what about that one?" "Flynn!" "Right, sorry. Leaving now!")

She's ignoring how strange this is, flipping through page after page, literally 'shopping' for a guy for the night. It's like an upscale dating site blended in with a casting agency- the pictures taken professionally, a little blurb of the guy's strong suits and what they're willing to do.

Julie admits that this is all very organized and discrete. Also there's a wide array of guys in terms of height, build, ethnicity, age- really someone for anybody. And it seems that even though she's the client, these men have their own conditions and what they're comfortable doing which is nice to know.

Gradually, she starts to throw away her preconceived notions about the adult service and letting herself take this really seriously. No room for shame when she's too busy concentrating on picking out the right guy.

She doesn't know what she's looking for- looks wise or... uh, performance wise, but after reading through different profiles and getting a feel for what's being offered, she's putting together a profile in her mind.

She's not angling for anything too daring to happen this weekend but she wants to have a good time. With someone who could put her at ease.

There's no definite way to tell by looking at their faces but Julie's cursor hovers over a pair of hazel eyes that she couldn't help but be drawn to.

"'Luke', huh..." she mutters to herself, clicking on the profile and learning more.

I can't believe I'm doing this...

[thiswasinevitableid]

29 for indruck nsfw? i am already amused thinking about what sport either of them would play

Here you go!

29. I’m a professional athlete and I just fired my personal assistant and my manager sent you over but you don’t even know what sport I play or who my team is

When you’re in an aggressive profession it’s best, in Duck’s experience, to be as calm and friendly as you can the rest of the time.

But this whole shit-show is testing his fucking limits.

It’s been two days since he found out his perfectly fine P.A was working for the Wallstreet Journal, hoping to learn that Duck was somehow using his T or his identity to gain an unfair edge in matched. Ned fired him on the spot, thank god, but it took less than twelve hours for the guy to publish some fabricated piece on his attitude and for Duck to remember why he needed an assistant in the first place. He’s gotten so used to having one that he keeps forgetting stuff or dropping the ball on appointments, and the last thing he needs right now is to look like some stupid hick.

When Ned texts him to let him know his new P.A is en route, Duck groans “thank fuck” loud enough to startle the cat from her tree.

He goes to the door when someone knocks, but doesn’t open it.

“Who is it?”

“Indrid Cold? I, ah, Mr. Chicane said this was Duck Newton’s address and I’m supposed to start as his assistant tomorrow.”

Duck opens the door, “Fuck tomorrow, you’re startin today. I gotta focus on strategy with Minerva the next two days if I don’t wanna show my ass Friday night and it’s real fuckin hard to do that with people callin me left and right.” He guides the startled young man inside, then stops to take a deep breath, “sorry, lemme try that again” he holds out his hand, “Nice to meet you, Indrid.”

“Likewise, Mr. Newton.”

“Duck is fine. It’s a nickname. You bring your stuff with you?”

“Yes, it’s all in my car.”

“Good. Here, lemme give you the, uh, the grand tour, so to speak, on the way to your part of the place.”

Indrid smiles and nods, hanging back slightly as Duck leads him through the house. They cover the living room, kitchen, Duck’s bedroom, then come what was once the garage door.

“This here’s the gym; you can’t find me in the rest of the house, I’m probably here.”

“Goodness” The other man’s eyes widen behind his red glasses, “that’s an impressive array. I mean, I know professional athletes need to train but I, ah, I assumed you did it on site with the rest of your team.”

“Team?” Duck closes the door, spots Indrid’s fingers diving into his pockets to hide their twitching.

“Yes.”

“Which team?”

“Your...sports team?”

“....you got no fuckin clue who I am, do you?”

“No.” Narrow shoulders sag in his sweater.

Duck chuckles, “Figures.”

The silver haired head snaps back up, “Mr. Chicane didn’t say it was a prerequisite for hiring me.”

“Guess he didn’t. And I guess it ain’t. Just hoped they’d hire someone who knew what the fuck he was gettin into.”

Indrid crosses his arms, “They gave me a very thorough job description. I assure you I can do every part of it. Laying out your pre-workout and scheduling appearances isn’t rocket science, and it doesn’t matter if the dry cleaning I pick up is for a, a baseball after party or some sort of charity basketball fundraiser.” It dawns on the taller man that he’s just snapped at his boss. He contracts in on himself, staring down at his black converse.

Duck takes the chance for a more careful look; all of his clothes are second hand, chosen as if he’s cosplaying a jock who went into white collar work. There are piercing holes in his ears, flecks of silver polish on his nails. This job application was a hail mary and Ned Chicane went ahead and caught.

“No harm done, slim.” He rests a friendly hand on Indrid’s arm, “think it’s time I enlightened you.”

His office doesn’t get used much, so a sprinkling of dust greets them as he flips on the lights and reveals posters, magazine covers, and newspaper clips bearing Duck’s face. The gloves he used to win his first fight hang in a place of honor, right above the photo of him and the other fighters from Amnesty Boxing. It’s an older photo, taken the first time they sent a team out of state, sun-faded to the point the writing on it is disappearing. It makes him smile all the same.

“This does explain the set of instructions for helping you cut weight if needed.” Indrid takes in the posters, then turns his attention to the corner dedicated to Duck’s model ship collection. He cocks his head, says more to himself than Duck, “boxer. Interesting.”

“Were you just gonna bluff about knowin who I was until I said somethin?”

“That and look for clues in the rest of the house.”

He smiles, “Like a man with a plan b. C’mon, lemme show you your room.”

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Alright, so Indrid should have researched Duck Newton before turning up at his house so he didn’t come across as ignorant and unprepared. But he was busy running every Taskrabbit and UberEat he could get just to scrape up enough to keep his landlord off his back. Sue him for not wanting to sleep in his car again.

He never expected to get this job; live-in P.A who doesn’t have to pay for groceries (buy them, yes, since that’s one of his jobs) is not the kind of luck he’s familiar with. He keeps waiting for the catch, so nervous that when Duck pops in on him unpacking he assumes he’ll scold him for his wardrobe.

“I, should I buy some more professional clothes?”

Duck takes in the two duffle bags and backpack, “Up to you. I don’t mind you lookin like the little art punk you are, but a dress shirt or two might help if we gotta go somewhere real upscale. Don't worry about buyin it yourself; just use the same card we do for groceries.”

Indrid is still hung up on why the fact a man three inches shorter than him calling him “little” makes his chest burn. Luckily, the phone rings and distracts him. Then it rings again. And again. And again. All while the inbox doubles every time he looks at it.

This turns out to be the catch; the work is actually hard. Everyone and their uncle wants to interview Duck, get him to sponsor something, or proposition him. Four hours in, he’s overwhelmed, overstimulated, and ready to hide under the desk. His fidget necklace isn’t helping, so he pulls out his chewable one; it often helps him think in high pressure moments.

The phone rings again and he growls at it.

“You’re allowed to let things go to voicemail, y’know.”

He spins in his chair, black rubber moth still in his mouth. Duck leans in the doorway, tank top soaked in sweat and towel around his shoulders

“I, I’m sorry. I just don’t want to drop anything important.”

“Ned handles the fights and the money, and anyone I care about has my private number for emergencies.”

“Right. I knew that.” Indrid can’t have his boss thinking he’s a total space-case.

Duck smiles, “What I’m sayin is; ain’t the end of the world if you don’t get back to everyone right away. Besides, right now you need a lunch break, slim. Lemme go rinse off and I’ll join you.”

By the time Duck enters the kitchen in an old “NIN” shirt and jeans, Indrid has his protein bowl laid out for him and is finishing microwaving a hot pocket for himself. Before he can scurry away, Duck pats the seat beside him and Indrid sits down, preparin to politely listen to Duck talk about himself or his sport.

He talks for ten minutes about the trees he saw on his run that morning before asking Indrid what he did before coming to the house. Indrid explains about his art and his side hustles in tarot and palm reading, about the run of bad luck that saw him without roommates and lost him his steady gig at a coffee shop. Duck makes genuinely sympathetic noises, lets Indrid change the subject when the fact he was on the edge of disaster makes Indrid’s chest tighten. They’re still talking about music as Indrid returns to his desk and Duck goes to meet Minerva in the gym.

By the time Duck’s fight rolls around that weekend, Indrid is feeling much better. He has a system of sorting emails that works for him, some mothman stickers to help him organize the paper calendar on his desk, and more confidence in his ability to spot callers with ulterior motives. He’s shut down two separate ones looking to trap Duck into interviews where he’d be forced to defend his very identity. Duck overheard his responses to the second one and brought him back a fancy creme brulee latte from his breakfast as a thank you.

He doesn’t go to the fight; it’s a small one for charity and Duck has Ned to manage him, Minerva to train him, and Leo to coach him ringside. He doesn’t need his P.A. Instead, Indrid finishes up his correspondence for the day, makes sure Duck’s breakfast is all set in the fridge, and confirms the masseuse is coming in the morning.

Once in bed, Indrid gets sucked into the commission he’s doing and is lost to the world until a tired, satisfied face pokes through his door.

“Oh! Hello Duck. Did it go well? Do, ah, is there something you need from me?”

“Yep, I won like I thought I would. And nope; was just poppin in to say goodnight.”

No one’s said that to him in a long time. The bitterness of that realization is sweetened by Duck’s smile.

“Goodnight to you too, Duck.”

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Minerva is sick, which wouldn’t be a problem except for one part of his workout. He could skip it, but he needs to keep everything sharp for when they go to L.A.

“‘Drid? You got a few minutes?”

His assistant appears in the doorway, black jeans and white “Cramps” tank-top fitting him in a way that makes Duck want to hold him face down on the floor and find out how to take his breath away.

“What do you need?”

Duck points to the heavy bag, “You up for bracin this while I hit it?”

“I...I am not as strong as Minerva.”

“You don’t gotta be; this is just to keep the damn thing from swinging while I’m doin this speed drill.”

“Alright.” Indrid takes off his glasses and sets them on the folding chair, joining Duck, “how do I hold it?”

Duck shows him, does a few test punches to make sure he won’t send the poor guy flying. The round clock dings green, and he’s off. The bag wobbles for the first few seconds, then Indrid seems to find his footing and holds it stable enough for the drill to work. When the round ends, Duck steps baack, “okay, you can let go until the next round.”

“Goodness.” Indrid stretches his hands, “I feel for your opponents. I’m jarred just from that.”

“You need to stop? I got two more rounds at least, but if it’s hurtin you I caan skip ‘em.”

Indrid shakes his head, smiling, “nono, I like helping you with this. It’s exhilarating.”

The bell dings.

“Glad to hear it. Now brace it again.”

By the end of round three, Indrid is panting loud enough for Duck to hear him over the fan. He looks up, glove still on the bag, and finds them face to face.

“Minerva said three to five rounds for this. You wanna keep goin?”

Indrid, breathless and grinning, nods, “Can’t have you slacking off, now can we?”

Duck wants to bite his lip, just to see what happens. Blames the thought on the adrenaline. Then discovers the exact same thought waiting for him when Indrid, cleaned and in his most respectable clothes, joins him in the car to go to an interview.

Ned gave the P.A a list of likely questions, so they practice those as they creep across the Bay Bridge. But Duck notices that on both the trip there and back, whenever there’s a lull in conversation Indrid is on his phone reading about boxing. Duck knows the other man fixates on topics that interest him; knowing one of Duck’s passions has earned that distinction makes him smile.

After that, he starts inviting Indrid to watch him train, or shares his thoughts about matches with him. That’s all it takes for Indrid to start drawing him into long, animated conversations about his sport. When Indrid asks why there’s such debate over the proper way to wrap hands and also how does Duck do his, Duck demonstrates.

“Here, ‘Drid, now you try it on me.”

The P.A moves the wraps slowly, deliberately, moving Duck’s hand like it’s a priceless treasure he’s readying for transport. Every time he bites his lip in concentration or brushes hair from his forehead, Duck has to remind himself to breathe.

“Done.” Indrid is still holding his left hand, “Did I do well?”

The boxer tests the wraps, wiggles his fingers and clenches his fists. Then he squeezes Indrid’s hand, “you did perfect, slim.”

Duck can wrap his hands in his sleep. But whenever he’s home, he finds Indrid and asks him to do the honors. Indrid does them every time. Perfectly.

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Indrid stands in the green room with Ned and a cluster of arena employees. The roaring crowd a few walls away echoes through the screen. He’s never seen Duck fight, but this event required all hands on deck to handle P.R, scheduling, and making sure Duck had what he needed to win.

Duck and his opponent enter the ring. Touch gloves.

Indrid’s pulse climbs.

Then the bell sounds and no useful noises come through the T.V. Just the announcers shouting and being drowned out by the crowd. Indrid gives up on parsing the cacophony, focus only on Duck. He’s seen him practice, but in a true match he’s a different beast. His opponent is faster, that much is clear, but Duck is patient, steady, blocks and weaves until he can land blows that make Indrid hurt just watching them.

Duck is magnificent like this. Indrid has to draw him like this, has to capture this and keep it forever, he has to, he has…

He has a hard-on in the middle of the green room.

He sticks it out long enough to see Duck win and then bolts to the bathroom so it can be taken care of by the time the boxer is done with the post-fight interviews.

They go out to celebrate, and Duck never nudges Indrid aside to let someone more important sit next to him. And as the drive to the hotel, he nods off with his head on Indrid’s shoulder.

It only gets worse after that.

Duck will coax him into joining him for a run with the promise of a fancy breakfast. On cheat days, Duck orders food to the house or takes Indrid out to lunch, and somehow the thing he wants when not focused on macros is always the thing Indrid mentioned he’d been craving. He invites Indrid on hikes with him, starts taking him to all his events even though he seldom needs help or herding at them (“yeah, but it’s nice to have someone to crack jokes with”). And on days when Indrid needs to be alone, or wants to see other friends, Duck simply smiles and closes the door.

The most dangerous days are the ones without anything on the schedule. Then it’s all too easy for Indrid to pretend that they’re something they’re not while he draws at the table across from where Duck is building his model ship. Too easy to imagine that the water-wise garden Duck tends is something he put into their house, not his house that Indrid happens to live in. Too easy to admit that Indrid wants to look after him for no payment except being looked after in return.

Duck reciprocating his feelings is within the realm of possibility. Indrid’s caught him staring when he walks in on the P.A doing yoga, and the casual touches long ago made the leap from accidental to deliberate. He also knows that Duck can’t fire him--only Ned can--and hopes that might lead to the boxer slinging him over his shoulder and tossing him on the bed one of these days.

There’s also the tabloid site circulating a photo of them with a caption claiming he’s Duck’s “boytoy” in spite of them only being two years apart. They’re not even sitting that close in the picture; Duck’s just smiling at him like he’s the only thing in the world, that’s all.

Currently, he’s having an easier time keeping his feelings buried because--ever since they landed in Vegas-- Duck has been a dick the rest of the day. Well, as much as a dick as he can be; his offenses are mainly snapping at people and lacking his usual patience.

When he scolds Indrid over something silly in the hotel that night, Indrid turns and stares at him over his glasses.

“Duck, what’s wrong?”

“Wh-uh, fuck, nothing, why do you, uh, fuck, I’m fine.”

“You just snapped at me in a way that was completely uncalled for.” He crosses his arms, “is it the fight? I know it’s a big one but that’s no reason to be rude.”

Duck scratches the back of his neck, “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

“I swear I won’t. Or, if I do, it will be after you leave.”

That gets a smile, “I’m uh, well, I’m what you’d call ‘horny as all fuckin get out.’”

Indrid’s immediate thoughts would solve the problem at hand while creating a new and far worse set, so he keeps them to himself and replies, “If need privacy, I can come back later and hold all your calls.”

“Nah.” Duck sits on the bed, “You’re not supposed to get off before a fight. Makes you too relaxed.”

“That strikes me as an old wives tale. Old boxers tale?”

“Either way, it’s one Minerva still believes. If I lose, she will ask about every possible cause, includin that one. Better if I just cat nap before I start all my pre-match stuff. Come get me in fort minutes?”

“Of course.” Indrid waves and closes the door before he offers to lay down in the hopes of Duck having a wet dream while holding him.

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Duck wins, though it’s a tough battle to get there. He fucking hates these Pay-Per-View fights, they try to make it sound like he’s got beef with the other guy. In reality, once he’s down from a knockout, Duck is the one who helps him to the other side of the ring.

There’s a flurry of press afterwards, of questions and congratulations while all he wants to do is shower. He gets clean, promises Ned they can all go out to celebrate later. As he and Indrid finally escape to his suite he’s forced to admit that--if the thoughts of hitting the “fire” button and fucking Indrid against the wall are any indication--his problem from earlier hasn’t gone away.

“Do you need me to see if I can get a masseuse up here? You look very stiff.”

“Just uh, just tense.” Why did he tell Indrid he liked those jeans on him? He’s worn them as often as he can since.

Indrid cocks an eyebrow, “Still pent up even though the fighting is done?”

“Yep.”

The P.A shakes his head, hiding a smirk, “Do you need me to find something for you to watch?”

“No.”

“I mean it, this place has all the good channels.” He’s so earnest, picking up the channel guide like it, rather than those fucking jeans and shirt with Duck’s name on it, has what Duck needs.

“No.” He growls.

Indrid sighs, sets the book back down, “This mood is annoying us both, so just tell me what kind of porn you want and I can go out and buy it.”

“Unless they got somethin called ‘boxer jackhammers skinny artist until he cries’ we’re gonna be shit out of luck!”

The P.A blinks, “Duck, this is Vegas, I can probably find that. Or look for it on your laptop…” he trails off when their eyes meet. Duck knows he must look like he’s ready to jump him. Indrid licks his lips, “Duck? What, ah, what exactly lead to this situation?”

“You really wanna know, slim?” Duck steps across the carpet, notices Indrid padding over the black and blue patterns to meet him.

“Yes.”

Duck removes Indrid’s glasses, “Had a dream about you while I was on the plane. Woke up havin just finished fuckin you open. First thing I thought was “no big deal, ‘Drid’s right here. We can do the real thing once we get to the hotel.’ Then I fuckin remembered that we couldn’t, and I know for damn sure that if I jerk off I won’t feel satisfied because you’re be over there” he jabs his thumb at the door connecting their rooms, “so close and completely outta my reach.”

“So keep me right here instead.” Indrid purrs, fingers tentatively finding Duck’s hips. The light contact splinters his self-control and he practically tackles Indrid onto the bed, kissing him as the taller man moans and paws at his clothes.

The kiss takes the heat off enough to clear the steam fogging up his head and sits up, “This really okay?”

“I would have said if it wasn’t now for goodness sake please get back down here.” Indrid yanks him forward by the front of his shirt, smashing their lips together. He’s humming and sighing every time Duck touches him, rolling his hips to display a quickly forming hard-on.

“Aw, sugar, you gettin excited just from kissin’?” Duck grinds down just to see him gasp.

“Y-yes. I, Duck, I’ve wanted this for months.”

The implication of those words slam his desire into overdrive, “You sneaky little thing, that why you kept runnin around in tight clothes?”

“Most of my clothes h-hang off me.” Indrid holds tight to Duck’s thighs as the boxer strips his shirt off, “but yes I, I did start wearing what you liked more often.”

“Ain’t that thoughtful. And what were you hoping would happen, slim?” Duck yanks his sweats off and kicks them to the floor.

“This.” Indrid’s eyes keep slipping down to stare at Duck’s dick.

The boxer strokes himself lazily, “like what you see?”

“So much.”

“Then how about a closer look, sugar?” He crawls up Indrid’s body to straddle his face. It looks even better than normal framed by his thighs.

“Do I get to touch too?”

Duck guides his hands onto his ass, “As much as you want. You gonna be sweet and let me fuck your face, or am I gonna have to hold your mouth open?”

Indrid opens his mouth instantly, a whimper creeping out of it as Duck strokes his hair. The sound morphs into a louder, but muffled, moan when Duck sinks down. He teases his dick against Indrid’s lips, drags slick across his chin, feels his jaw tremble with wanting to close. Duck shifts so his dick touches Indrid’s tongue, “get to it. Oh fuck” he braces a hand on the wall, “heh, didn’t know Ned screened for cocksuckin skills.”

Indrid shakes his head, brown eyes wide as Duck roughly rides his face.

“No? He didn’t make you demonstrate on some of the other fighters? Didn’t make sure you could make a whole gym cum to prove your mouth was good enough for me?”

“‘O” Indrid shakes his head again, silver strands sticking to the pillow as he kneads Duck’s ass in a way that makes him groan.

“Too bad for them. Because now they ain’t ever gonna get a chance.”

A whimper and write of the torso; Duck glances over his shoulder to watch Indrid buck his hips in the air, pre-cum clear on his crotch. His feet, still in their shoes, point and flex as he moans around Duck’s dick.

“You like that, don’t you sugar?” He threads both hands into Indrid’s hair, pinning his head down or pulling it closer as it suits him, all the while gently rubbing his scalp “like knowin’ that you’re doin well.”

A harder suck in reply.

“Then be a good little cocksucker and make me cum.” He holds his head down and let’s loose, grinding and grunting in pursuit of the heat that starts at Indrid’s tongue and is steadily curling up into Duck’s belly. The other man holds him tight, moaning and licknig and sucking until Duck cums on his mouth, the lasts bursts of it happening against a slackening jaw.

As soon as his legs cooperate, he climbs off and guides Indrid to sit up in his arms. His attempt to check on the other man is interrupted by a frantic kiss.

“I was gonna ask if you wanna keep goin’, but I think I got my answer.”

“Yes, I mean no, I mean please don’t stop yet. Please I, we can do whatever you like, we can do just this, you can drag me out on the balcony and fuck me in full view of the city-”

“Easy, slim, easy.” Duck cups his cheek, “let’s start with somethin simple. Get naked and get comfy on your back for me. I gotta go grab somethin from down the hall.”

His memory turns out to be spot on; the vending machine on this floor has toiletries, including condoms and a travel bottle of lube. He buys ten of one and three of the other, drops them in the pockets of his robe and hurries back to Indrid. Sprawled on the bed, he looks painfully vulnerable, like someone who got used to life kicking him and telling him to stay down.

It’ll be different when they’re together, Duck can promise that much.

“Seem to recall you wanting me to keep you here.” He grabs a handwrap, holds it where Indrid can see, “how do you feel about me usin this?”

“Extremely good. Oh, oh hello.” He laughs when Duck rolls down beside him to pepper his face with kisses. The process of trapping his hands to the headboard is prolonged thanks to their mutual need to keep kissing every five seconds.

“Now” Duck kisses his shoulder, “I didn’t bring any toys to fuck you with, so it’s just gonna be my hand.”

“You say that as if it’s a disappointment to me and not incredibly sexy.”

“Some folks don’t think you’re fuckin ‘em unless you use somethin dick-shaped.” Duck shrugs with a flicker of sadness from the last time he had that conversation.

“Tell me who insulted your body or your skills in bed and I shall stand outside their window with a megaphone informing them of how terrible their manners are and how they missed out on the finest man in the world.”

“That’d be funny” Duck leisurely kisses his belly and hips before sitting up, “but you’d have to get outta bed.”

“True. Ah well, a sternly worded email will have do OOOh, oohhhyes.” He wiggles his hips as Duck presses in the first finger, relaxing under his touch.

“Get the feelin you’ve done this before”

“Yes.” Indrid’s chest is flushed and Duck reaches up his free hand to play with his nipples.

“What’s the most you’ve taken?”

“Th-three, I believe. I, ah, I’m usually facing away so I sometimes lose track.”

“You're takin four tonight. Can’t believe anyone would wanna miss out on how you look when you’re getting fucked.” He teases the second finger to prove his point and Indrid’s mouth curves with bliss.

“My ass is many people’s type; my face not so much.”

“Fuck that.” Duck pushes the second finger in. Indrid arches, then sighs as Duck keeps working him open.

“I find it difficult to care what they thought right now. I, ahhhn, it’s much more fun to think about you.”

“About me…?”

“About right you’re doing right now and, AH, what we can do next. I do so want to sit in your lap in the hot tub back home.”

“Can manage that. What else?”

“I’d very much l-like to fuck you, however you’ll let me and, and I want us to do it right after you train some day, you look so good like thatAHgod.” The third finger is in and Indrid is now steadily pushing down on them, “and one of the times you get me to run with you I expect a blow job in reward oh, ohfuck” his eyes are wild and eager, “please do the last one, I’m ready, I want it so badly, please.”

Duck begins teasing the fourth finger, “Think all those wants of yours sound real good. You wanna know mine?”

“Absolutely. AHaahnnnahgod” The wrap tightens as Indrid clings to it, trying to stabilize himself as Duck fucks his hand into him hard.

“Soon as we get home, I’m gettin the strap-on and fuckin you for a solid hour at least. Gonna leave you so fuckin raw and relaxed you won’t wanna do anything but lay there, and you’ll goddamn get to because you’re mine and I’m gonna take care of you.”

“Duck” it’s a happy sob, Indrid’s cock bobbing in the air.

“Gonna take a trip somewhere private, just the two of us, and you’re gonna spend the whole fuckin time tied up, to the bed, a chair, whatever the fuck else I feel like so I can ride your dick whenever I want.”

“Yes.” Indrid is barely getting out words between his cries.

“And the next time you have the fuckin nerve to wear tight jeans the day I gotta fight, I’m gonna shove a vibration plug up that cute little ass and lock your cock in a cage so we can both be horny without bein able to get off.”

“Duck please, I’m close, please touch-”

He wraps his fingers around Indrid’s dick and works him over hard and fast, “Soon as I’m done with that fight, you’re gonna blow me in the locker room so I can focus on nailin your ass into next week when we get--ohfuck!” Cum hits his chin as Indrid gasps and squeaks, scratching at the wraps and the headboard.

If Duck ever loses his memory, he hopes this is the last moment to go; Indrid Cold, happy, safe, and satisfied while he moans Duck’s name.

Indrid is boneless as Duck undoes the bonds, though he rallies enough to pull the boxer into a hug so he can cuddle him like a teddy bear. He kisses his throat, feels his pulse even out beneath his lips.

“Duck? Does, ah, does this mean what I think it does?”

The phone rings right as he’s about to answer. It’s probably Ned, so he holds up a finger and grabs the receiver.

“Go for Duck. Yeah, yeah that’ll be fine” he nods as Ned explains the plan for their exclusive, late night dinner, “yeah, tell ‘em five; you, Minerva, Leo, me and” he winks at a beaming Indrid, “my boyfriend.”

[joon-ipersgirl]

O4 - “the cynical contract”

genre: mafia!au, angst, fluff, slow burn, mystery-thriller

pairing: namjoon x reader (f)

summary: charismatic. beautiful. fearless without question. the ambitious team of seven young men in charge of spiral, downtown district’s hottest new club, go above and beyond to provide 100% satisfaction to their clients. 

after an eventful night out, you have no choice but to join the team for property damages greater than your intern salary. challenging a series of events that can no longer be left to coincidence, secrets threaten to burst at the seams as your professional and private life collide, and another - more sinister - debt is added to your total. 

how far are you willing to go to pay back your pound of flesh? remember, nothing is ever as it seems...

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cursing

a/n: part four is here! this is a lot shorter than i thought it was going to be for some reason. more interactions with the boys and some important conversations. not much else to say except enjoy this part, thank you vi for reading all of my shit, and look out for the next part in 2 weeks! thank youu. 

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The beaming Saturday sun burns down on the top of your head as you stand outside of Spiral. It looks almost the same in the day time as it does in the night time, except there’s no line stretching around the corner. Its unlit sign still stands tall as if it’s a lighthouse guiding ships home - if ships were overly stressed people looking for a way to drink their problems away. No one is out on the street as most of the businesses on this particular street operate during the night. You don’t linger and push open the heavy, newly-covered leather door and descend the stairs.

Though it’s high noon outside, the staircase is just as dark as if you’d come in on a Saturday night. The ever-familiar heat is pleasant as you loosen the scarf from your neck. It seems as though Suga is renovating the place. Circular mirrors line the wall and you catch a glimpse of your damp curls in their reflection. You probably should have used a blow dryer. Another heavy door greets you and you heave it open.

“Hey! Watch the new chairs Tae!” Honcho yells as he carries a small table over.

“Yeah, yeah. They’ll be fine!” Tae, the DJ, calls back. His bubblegum pink hair flops as he drops the chairs to the ground.

It seems you’re right. Though much of the layout is still the same, Spiral is taking on a whole new look. The booths have been covered in new leather, black marble tables have replaced the glass ones, and the black tiles are so clear that you can easily see your reflection. The dance floor and bar look very much the same except for some new shelving that you guess were damaged during last month’s commotion. Overall, the design is pretty much the same with a few new touches added here and there.

“If it isn’t our favorite little sharpshooter,” Honcho calls out to you from across the room. You flash him a fake smile.

“Yes. If I do remember correctly, my shooting saved your life so,” you trail off.

“It also cost you a lot of money too. Are you here to repay your debt?” he counters, his grin never leaving his face.

“As a matter of fact, I am.” Both men raise their eyebrows. “If you’ll excuse me gentlemen, it seems as though you still have some work to finish,” you say with a chuckle before making your way to the spiral staircase by the bar.

“Is she always like this?” you hear Tae ask.

“As far as I’ve seen, yes,” Honcho replies.

You grin as you continue up the stairs. The second level has also gone under some renovation as you realize it’s much larger than you’d noticed before. More booths have been added as well as another small dance floor. As you poke your head around the familiar leather door of Suga’s office at the end of the walkway, you realize that it too has been changed into some sort of upper-class VIP room with its own miniature bar. You enter and run your fingers along the smooth bar top surface, the bottles of alcohol lined up neatly on top of it. The books previously housed in the bookshelf have been removed and replaced with various displays of empty bottles of alcohol. An upscale, artistic graveyard if you will.

“Do you like what you see?” You spin around and knock over one of the cute little spiral lamp fixtures on the side table with your open coat. Shit. Min laughs as he leans against the door frame, his smile as bright as ever. “I think that’ll be added to your total,” he chuckles.

“It wasn’t on purpose!” you groan, throwing your head back in annoyance.

“Is that how you always sound when you’re flustered?” He grins as he takes another step into the room. You can feel the blood rise in your cheeks as you try to respond.

“Cat got your tongue, Y/N?” You narrow your eyes at him.

“I came to see Suga, but I guess this isn’t his office anymore,” you tell him in a huff. Min shakes his head with a smile.

“Mhmm, never really was,” he hums. “We’re redecorating for a new opening. Do you like it?”

He’s in front of you now, the space between you much smaller than it’s ever been and you’re acutely aware of the soft waft of his cologne. Min is unbelievably attractive in a way that was almost ethereal. His silver hair is just as polished and his eyes sparkle even more in the natural sunlight from the large bay windows. The same silver rings adorn his hands as before and you bite your lip hard to not comment on how wonderful his arms look crossed against his chest in his pristine white T-shirt. Squaring your shoulders, you set your jaw stubbornly. You will not fall victim to his airy charms.

“It’s alright,” you lie and shrug your shoulders. “You should probably get rid of the graveyard though,” you say while pointing to the bookcase. Min laughs again.

“It’s a work in progress, Y/N. You’ll come to see my artistic vision eventually,” he says with a smile so alluring, you feel your breath catch in your chest.

“Ah, so you work here now? I was wondering why you were always hanging around,” you comment, trying to stay calm.

“So you’ve noticed me? How sweet,” he murmurs. His fingers brush against your cheek gently and you swallow deeply. “Come on, Kitten. I’ll bring you to Suga.”

He runs his fingers down your arm before slipping his hands in yours, lacing your fingers together. The whole ordeal felt quite intimate and your ears heat up as you follow him out of the room. Instead of walking down the usual walkway, Min makes a left out the door and down a tiny hallway you hadn’t noticed before. He pushes open a smaller leather door, tells you to watch your step, and pulls you up the dark narrow stairs. Was Spiral truly this big?

Min pushes another door open before you’re on what you assume was the third level. Though you know you’d gone further upstairs, it’s just as dark as the lower levels. The hallway is much shorter here and fewer rooms are available. You count a total of three doors as Min drags you towards the one at the furthest end of the hall.

“Are we accepting the Gonzalez’ contract or should we send them a new invoice?”

“Hmm, let me read over it again. There was something I didn’t really like about -” Moon and Suga’s conversation stops abruptly as Min pokes his head around the door, his body shielding you from view.

“Is everything okay?” you hear Moon ask.

“Wonderful actually. Seems like we’ve got a guest to see Suga,” Min replies as he pushes the door open further to reveal you. You smile and send a small wave towards them.

This office is quite similar to its counterpart downstairs; the same large floor to ceiling windows are present along with the large mahogany desk. Instead of only being on one side of the room, two full length bookshelves line the walls. A small wooden coffee table sits in the middle of the room with four leather chairs positioned around it, a bottle of whiskey in the centre accompanied by matching glasses. Though this space seems to be new, it feels significantly more lived in than the one downstairs.

“We did have a meeting, didn’t we Kid?” Suga asks. He sets the iPad down on the desk in front of Moon who’s sitting behind it, his feet propped up as though he’s at home.

“Yes, we did,” you tell him while nodding.

“Seems like Min has grown on you, huh Y/N?” Moon gestures to your hands with a grin. You yank your hand from Min’s grip and step away from him as you stare at Moon with a scowl. Min chuckles beside you seemingly unfazed by your actions.

“Seems like you’re still ever the dickhead, huh Moon?” You plop down in a leather chair and mimic his position, your heavy Doc Martens propped up on the stout wooden table. You stare at each other. Moon’s grin widens as he drops his feet and leans across the desk.

“All for you sweetheart,” he replies. You flash him a fake smile before turning to Suga.

“So, are you going to kick him out of your office so we can talk business or what?” you ask. Min and Moon’s laughter rings out in the room. “I hadn’t realized I had said something funny,” you say with a frown.

“Kid, you can’t just waltz in -”

“-  It’s fine, Suga. You did say she had a meeting with you. Business right?” Moon stands up from behind the desk and picks up the iPad. “I’ll drop by your office later about that invoice,” he continues. Suga grunts in acknowledgement before sitting down in the recently vacated chair.

Moon glances at you as he continues towards the door.You can’t help but notice the way the muscles in his thighs flex under his dark wash jeans as he walks. You also try to ignore how broad his chest looks under his white t-shirt and flannel. Glancing up at his face, his eyes meeting yours before he grins down at you again. How have you never noticed his dimples before?

“See you later, Y/N ,” he says while brushing his hand against your shoulder. You tense and he chuckles as he calls for Min to follow him.

“Bye, Kitten,” Min whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek gently. You inhale sharply and hope it wasn't noticeable. “See you later boss!” he calls to Suga before the door closes softly behind them. Gods knew how you were going to survive working with these men.

“Do you let all of your employees sit in your chair?” you ask Suga as you recall Min sitting in it the first time you’d been here.

“Do you have to question absolutely everything you see or hear?” he asks, frustrated. He runs his hands through his hair as he rests his elbows on the desk.

“As a matter of fact, I do. It’s all part of the job,” you tell him with a shrug.

“What’d you come to talk about, Kid? I have a lot of work to get done today,” he says ignoring your question.

“You know you should really dye your hair a different color if you're not going to exude the kind of cheerful happiness that is mint,” you tell him matter-of-factly. You shrug off your coat and drape it across your legs.

“Y/N,” he glares at you. “What do you want?” So much for some friendly banter.

“Okay. I know I have to pay you back for the lights - you’re welcome for saving your life by the way - and so I’ve come up with a proposition,” you explain. Suga raises an eyebrow. “Nothing like that! I was thinking I could work at the club,” you continue.

“Why do you always think someone wants to fuck you, Kid?” Suga chuckles. You stand up abruptly and almost knock the chair over.

“I did not say that!”

“Mhm, but it was implied by your abrupt response. Sit down.” you sit in a small huff. “About your proposition though. That could work. With the remodeling, we’re looking to expand our staff. I won’t make you interview. I’ll have to do some calculations based on what you owe and the number of hours you’re available to work, but it should be fine,” he continues while jotting some notes down on a sheet of paper.

“That’s it?” you ask. This is much easier than you thought it’d be. Suga glances back up at you.

“Yeah. Was there something else you wanted to add?”

“Uh, no. I guess not. Sounds good,” you tell him while standing and grabbing your things. He nods.

“Do me a favor and write your contact info down and then I’ll walk you out. We still have a lot to get done here. ”

You cross the space and take the pen from Suga’s hand, your fingers brushing each other's. As you scribble your name and phone number down, you notice the other stack of papers on the desk. Though you’re trying your best to mind your business - and you know you should  since not minding it is the reason you’re currently here - you let your eyes scan over the upside down documents.

It seems to be some sort of form or contract that has numerous details spelled out on the page. You can make out a date in late Spring, a location that’s somewhere on the nicer side of downtown, and the name Jonas on the paper along with some amount of money before it’s covered up by Suga’s arm as he stares at you, his eyes narrowed. You smile at him as innocently as you can before you hand the pen back and straighten up.

“All done!” you tell him cheerily. He nods and jerks his head towards the door, an indication that you should make your way over. You glance back down at the papers before turning on your heel and sweeping your jacket and scarf into your arms.

Suga closes the door behind you and guides you down the dark narrow hallway with his hand on your lower back. You descend the first set of stairs and you glance over the balcony on the second level to see Min and Tae fooling around in between unopened boxes on the dance floor as Honcho and Moon watch on, laughing at their antics. The sound of your boots against the grate floor draws their eyes upwards and you feel a little self conscious under their gazes. Why is it that your confidence always slips around them when you need it the most?

“Did our little sharpshooter pay up, Suga?” Honcho calls as he leans against the bar and stares you down.

“No, but we’ve managed to come to an agreement,” he answers as you reach the bottom of the stairs.

“An agreement? She doesn’t really seem like your -”

“Not that type of agreement, dumbass,” you cut Tae off. You yank on your coat, annoyed. And Suga thinks you’re crazy for thinking that people wanted to fuck you?

“Ah, does this one include all of us?” Moon asks and the rest of the guys chuckle. You shoot him the finger and turn back to Suga.

“Now do you see why I had to clarify my proposition earlier?” you exclaim softly. He nods his head with a smile.

“Knock it off guys. You’re making Kitten flustered,” Min says teasingly. You throw your hands up in the air in defeat.

“I give up, my gods! You guys are insufferable. Gods don’t let the hours be too long. I’m not sure how long I can last before I commit my first murder if I have to be around them for hours on end!” you yell in frustration.

“Might be a little too late for that one Kid,” Suga mutters behind you and Moon laughs. You turn to face him again.

“What?”

“Nothing. Look, I’ll text you with all the details about when to come in some time next week -���

“Wait, come in?” Honcho asks. “As in, work here?” he clarifies, his ears almost as red as his dyed hair. You grin feeling the atmosphere shift into your favor. You flip hair over your shoulders and start heading to the door. It seems as if it’s your cue to go.

“You can’t be serious, Suga,” Tae groans and pushes his hands through his hair. The sight of his discomfort puts a little pep in your step as you stop right in front of the door before turning to face them.

“See you boys later! Glad we could work out an agreement!” you laugh as you watch Tae and Honcho’s faces fall at your terrible attempt at a joke before you head out the door and up the main stairs to the outside world.

Though it feels like every time they look at you, you’d melt under their gaze, it feels good to have the upper hand sometimes. You hope you can keep it as there were more than a few events you had questions about and, unbeknownst to those lovely men downstairs, they’re going to help you answer them.

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[vannahfanfics]

Maybe a NaruHina + SasuSaku double date fic? I love these two ships with all my heart and your fics are so adorable! I would like to see how you can fit these two into one oneshot. 😁

Thank you so much for your patience! I hope it was well worth the wait! 

Couple Things

Sakura frowned thoughtfully as she experimentally squeezed the tomato in her hand. Its red skin was not overly firm, providing just enough yield to indicate to her that it was at its peak ripeness. Sakura smiled, dropped the fruit into her handbasket, and handed the vendor an appropriate amount of change. Sakura retrieved her shopping list from her pocket as she stepped away from the fruit and vegetable stall to allow other patrons to inspect his wares properly. She hummed contentedly as she listed off the items remaining in her head. Sugar… Bay leaf… Mirin… Garlic Paste… And some chicken! After stowing the list, Sakura prepared to proceed to the spice stall. 

“Sakura!” 

“Oh?” the pink-haired woman blinked when someone called out to her from behind. She glanced over her shoulder to see Hinata trotting up the dirt road, clutching a shopping basket to her chest. Sakura smiled pleasantly as the dark-haired woman approached. “Hello, Hinata. Out shopping for dinner, too?” she asked with a light laugh. Hinata came to a stop in front of her, smiling civilly.

“That’s right!” she confirmed brightly. “I heard Sasuke’s returned home! I’m sure you’re delighted.” At the mention of her beloved husband, a giddy, bubbly feeling bloomed in Sakura’s body. She hummed happily as she pressed a hand to her reddening cheek; already, she was drifting off into space, fantasizing about her dreamy man. She only returned from orbit when Hinata coughed politely. 

“O-oh! Yes, I am thrilled that he’s home…” Sakura answered bashfully. Hinata giggled; she was usually the shy one, so Sakura was sure that it was a breath of fresh air to see someone else grow bashful. Hinata thoughtfully traced the wicker patterning of her basket. 

“You know, we should do something to celebrate,” she posed suddenly. Sakura raised her eyebrows, eyes widening. 

“Like what?” 

“How about a double-date?” Hinata suggested. Sakura immediately gasped and clasped her hands together with sparkling eyes. 

“What a wonderful idea, Hinata!” 

“You think so?” the dark-haired woman laughed and tilted her head to the side slightly. “I’m glad you think so. Naruto’s been working so hard lately; I thought it might be good for him to take a break, and so all of us going out would be a wonderful opportunity.” 

The two fell in step as they made their rounds through the market, hammering out the details of their fun double-date. They decided for the following evening at the Green Calanthe, a high-end but not too expensive restaurant located in the more upscale part of the Hidden Leaf Village. After bidding Hinata farewell at the edge of the bazaar, Sakura found herself trotting a little faster towards home that evening, clutching her basket of groceries to her chest as her green eyes glimmered with girlish glee. 

A double date with Sasuke…! Oh, it’s been so long since we went on a proper date… I haven’t been this excited since I was a girl! 

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Sakura turned side to side in front of the floor-length mirror, smoothing the wine-red dress over her curves and tilting up the back of her heels to display the thin, sophisticated arch of the mahogany-colored shoes. She heard the slight clunking of Sasuke’s dress shoes as he strolled out of their shared bathroom, the spicy scent of his cologne wafting around him in a dense, husky cloud. Sakura breathed it in deep as he leaned into the junction of her neck to press a sweet kiss against her jugular and smile against the pulsing vein. 

“You look lovely,” Sasuke purred, turning his head to rest it against hers so he could smile sweetly at her through his reflection. Sakura hummed in satisfaction and petted his tufts of raven hair, twirling a piece of it around her index finger. 

“Thank you, handsome.” The corner of Sasuke’s mouth twitched up into a playful smirk. He dropped another kiss to her bare shoulder, exposed by the broad neckline of her dress, before straightening up, leaving one large hand secured to her waist as he glanced around. 

“Did Sarada leave already?” 

“Yes, she’s at Choji’s for a sleepover with Chocho.” 

“A sleepover?” he asked in a sultry, seductive voice and pressed his face into her fluffy pink hair. Sakura squealed at the suggestive tone of his voice, wriggling in his grasp with a bright blush on her face. 

“Sasuke!” 

“What? Am I not allowed to seduce my wife after a certain number of years being married?” he teased with a wicked grin. Sakura’s face brightened to a shade darker than her cherry blossom-hued hair, so she lunged forward to bury her nose into his sternum, whining miserably at his playful derision. He chuckled deeply, massaging the skin of her hip with his hand in purposeful squeezes. 

“You’re annoying,” she accused, smirking as she peered at him through her pink lashes. He responded with a “tch” and pressed his first two fingers against her forehead, pushing her head back slightly.

“You’re one to talk.” 

Sakura hummed in amusement before snaking her arms around his waist. She allowed herself the luxury of basking in his presence for a few short moments. She never knew when her husband would depart on more vital business for the village, so every time Sasuke was within her grasp, she soaked up every bit of his being that she could. She osmosed his energy, absorbed his presence, compartmentalized the feelings away in the recesses of her heart so that she could call upon them in the deep, lonely hours of their separation. Sakura pressed every inch of herself against his front as if she were trying to meld the two together so they would never be separated again. Sasuke clicked his tongue. 

“You know, we can just stay home,” he offered. As much as Sakura would like to take him up on the offer, she knew she had to refuse. Hinata looked so pleased with the prospect of a double date, and if Sakura were quite honest with herself, she had almost looked forward to it as much as a regular date with her man. Besides, Sasuke could use some socialization. 

“No,” she exhaled deeply, forcibly prying herself away from him. Her cells lamented the loss of his body heat with indignant tingles, but she suppressed the urge to clamp herself right back onto him. She peeled herself away, leaving them only connected by their linked hands. Sasuke’s thumbs rubbed gentle circles into the tops of hers as he gazed down at her with glittering mismatched eyes. “No,” she repeated with a small. “We should get going now before we’re late.” 

Sasuke groaned audibly, indicating that he very much hoped that Sakura would consent to give Naturo and Hinata a rain check. As she started walking towards the door, Sasuke muttered something unflattering about his boisterous best friend and waddled behind Sakura like a dejected puppy. It made the kunoichi laugh. Still so unsociable, even after all these years. 

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“Sakura! Sasuke! Hello!” 

Sakura turned her head as she heard Hinata’s cheerful call echoing through the restaurant. The dark-haired girl and her sunny husband had already grabbed a table. Sakura cheerfully greeted them both as she slipped into the booth, with Sasuke languidly sliding onto the end seat beside her. As the couple joined their friends, the waiter cruised by to give them a menu and take their drink orders before bustling off to the kitchen. Sakura snuggled herself close to Sasuke while giving her friends an apologetic look. 

“Did you have to wait long?” 

“Oh, no, we’ve only been here a few minutes!” Hinata reassured with a dismissive wave of her hand. Sakura found herself sagging a little in relief; she’d hate to make the couple wait on them for too long because Sakura kept stopping Sasuke to trade little kisses and sweet nothings on the way… Sakura just couldn’t help it; she had to steal as much affection as she could before she was starved of it again! 

Naruto snickered under his breath, and when Sakura settled her spring green eyes on his sky blue ones, she saw an unnerving amount of knowing rippling around in his clear irises. As he opened his mouth to say something inappropriate, Sakura kicked him hard in the shin. Naruto shot up with a yelp, banging his knees on the underside of the table. He whimpered and curled in on himself to cradle his bruised kneecaps and probably fractured shin bone. 

“Ow… Sakura! I didn’t even say anything!” he protested, puffing out his cheeks while pouting at her with watery blue eyes. Sakura snorted and crossed her arms. 

“You didn’t have to! Hinata, I can’t believe you married an oaf like Naruto. You have more class in your pinky finger than he does in his whole body!” Sakura griped. Hinata blushed and timidly heartened her whimpering husband with whispered compliments, while Naruto glared so savagely at Sakura that the pink lines of his gums peeked out beneath his teeth. 

“And Sasuke married a grumpy ogre…”

“What did you say?!” 

“Wah! Nothing! Nothing- uh- oh, hey! Our drinks!” Naruto hurriedly evaded, frightened by the vein that bulged in Sakura’s forehead and the curling of her fists against the polished surface of the table. The waiter sauntered up with a tray laden with drinks, smiling cheerfully and oblivious to the aura of tension swirling between the blond and the pinkette. When prompted, Sakura politely informed him that they would need more time to decide on their food. As soon as the boy disappeared back into the kitchen, Sakura leaned across the table to smack Naruto upside the head, nearly knocking over the glass of water that the waiter had just delivered. 

“That’ll teach you for calling me a troll!” 

“That’s not even what I called you!” 

“Haaaah?” 

“Wah! Sasuke! Control your wife, please!” Naruto begged while cuddling into a very reticent Hinata. Sasuke flashed the cowering a blond a look that screamed, “Bold of you to assume I can or will control my wife,” before casually leaning forward to rest a placating hand on the quaking Sakura’s shoulder. 

“Now, Sakura,” he crooned in that velvet-rich deep voice that had Sakura melting before he even half-heartedly scolded her. “I know he’s an idiot, but let’s not make a scene, hnn? You’ll upset Hinata…” 

“Oh, no, I’m not upset,” Hinata laughed while waving her hands dismissively. Still, Sakura could tell by the woman’s strained chuckle and tense posture that Sakura’s brutish antics were indeed fracturing the girl’s image of an enjoyable double date minute by minute. As Sakura reclined back against the booth with an audible sigh, Sasuke’s arm slinked around her waist to firmly hold her body against his side. The tension dissolved from her being like sugar in water. 

He’s an annoying and uncouth moron, but like Sasuke, he hasn’t changed a bit either, Sakura thought in bemusement, watching Naruto bleat pitifully at Hinata while she giggled and kissed his forehead endearingly. The heartwarming scene admittedly made Sakura’s heart swell. For all his annoying tendencies, she was still glad the boy found someone to dote on him. 

Sakura picked up the menu to peruse it. Sasuke, rather than pick up his own, plopped his head against hers to read over her shoulder. She tilted it to allow him better access to the bulleted items and decadent meals pictured beside them. A smile began to creep onto her glossed lips, not only from the closeness but from Sasuke’s limber fingers painting patterns into her hip over the satin of her dress. 

“Sasuke,” she said while pointing at a picture of chicken and tomato nimono stew. “Would you like to share this with me?” Sasuke hummed thoughtfully, leaning forward to inspect the details of the dish critically. 

“Are you on a diet or something?” he asked playfully. Sakura batted his shoulder with a pseudo-offended scoff, making Sasuke release a rare chuckle. Behind the sanctity of the laminated menu, he even flashed her a small smile. She reeled in the happiness that gushed within her, delaying her response just enough for it to be mildly embarrassing. 

“I-I’m not on a diet, Sasuke,” she huffed when she began to feel Naruto’s amused stare boring into the side of her head. “The portions here are just really large; I know I can’t eat a whole plate by myself. If you want to have something of your own, that’s fine. I’ll just take home leftovers.” She dropped her gaze to begin looking for something else. She’d only picked the tomato-based dish because Sasuke enjoyed tomatoes. Ironically, that was what she intended to make for his homecoming before Hinata had brought up the idea of the double date. Guess I have an excuse to use those tomatoes now. However, the words- and thoughts- became an unfocused blur as he nosed underneath her chin and kissed the side of her neck. 

“No,” he said, smirking as he felt her pulse jump against his lips, “we can share. I don’t mind.” 

“Oi,” Naruto complained loudly, shattering the mood instantly. The two sprang apart, and Sakura wrenched down the menu to see the blond scowling at them through lidded eyes. “Y’all want a room?” 

“Naruto, what did you think would happen on a double date?” Hinata frowned, looking at him with just the faintest hint of disappointment. Sakura could tell from her expression that she was hurt because Naruto was too involved in berating Sasuke and Sakura for their PDA to pay proper attention to her. Sakura would have thought Naruto would be oblivious to the girl’s dismay. To her shock, Naruto immediately dove in to hug Hinata around the middle and tuck the top of his head underneath her chin. 

“Ahhh, I’m sorry, Hinata~” he whined, snuggling into her. Hinata patted the top of his head with a knowing chuckle. 

“Let me guess- you’re starting to get competitive because you don’t want Sasuke to upstage you?” Hinata tutted slyly. Naruto’s cheeks immediately turned red, shining like the smooth skin of apples in the fluorescent lighting. The glare he shot Sasuke told them all they needed to know. 

“Idiot,” Sasuke snorted as he pulled Sakura even closer to him. “It’s not a competition.” Yet, from the way that his fingers dug into the plush skin of her hips, Sakura just knew that the unspoken challenge had begun to burn inside her quiet husband as well. Sakura flashed Hinata a smirk, a smirk that only two weary wives could exchange. Meanwhile, the two men traded lightning and daggers. 

“Soooo, are we ready yet?” came the bubbly waiter, again ignorant to the silent battle waging between the two sides of the table. This time, they were indeed prepared and so rattled off their orders in quick succession. Sasuke quirked a brow at the sheer amount of food Hinata requested. 

“Uh,” he frowned when the waiter retreated. “That’s a lot of food for a… Yeah,” he coughed uncomfortably and shifted in his seat. Hinata blinked uncomprehendingly and cocked her head to the side with a small “eh?” while Naruto reclined back with his hands behind his head, snickering proudly. 

“Yep, that’s my Hinata! She could put away this whole restaurant if she wanted to!” he exclaimed. Hinata flushed, slapping her hands to her pinkening cheeks, and looked away in embarrassment mixed with a great deal of delight. When Sasuke glanced at Sakura to confirm, the pink-haired woman shrugged with a smile. 

“He’s right. I’ve seen Hinata put away ten bowls of ramen without even being fazed.” 

Sasuke knitted his eyebrows together and stared at Hinata like she was another Ōtsusuki descended from the sky. 

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Sasuke was still gawking at Hinata- actually, the pile of licked-clean plates piled high beside her- as Sakura spooned some of the last bits of stew into her mouth. 

“Mm,” she complimented with an appreciative hum, “that is delicious. Sasuke, there’s a little bit left; do you want some?” Without tearing his gaze away from the simply astounding stack of platters beside Hinata, Sasuke grunted in affirmation. However, too transfixed by the slightly disturbing wonder he’d just beheld, he made no move to finish off the stew. Chuckling, Sakura spooned it up and held it to his lips. “Here, Sasuke, say ahh!” 

His gaze finally moved, first jumping to the dab of stew resting on the spoon against his lips, and then to her sparkling green eyes. The glitter within her spring depths certainly indicated that she was only teasing him in front of Naruto (who was scowling, as predicted). Still, he wrapped his lips around the spoon, never breaking eye contact with her. After he swallowed and licked a lingering dollop of tomato broth from his lips (which made Sakura’s heart stutter), he released an approving hum. 

“Thanks,” he told her simply. As he reclined against the booth, running his hand against his thigh before extending it behind her to loop his arm around her waist, Sakura flushed giddily. Though Hinata and Naruto were present, it still reminded her of their dates in their early courtship. I missed this… Couple things, she thought with a small sigh. Sasuke’s mismatched eyes twitched, but he said nothing. 

“Ah, it’s getting late,” Hinata said suddenly, pressing her cheek in her palm with a thoughtful blink at the clock. “Time sure flies when you’re having fun!” 

“Yeah. Fun,” Naruto echoed unenthusiastically, slouching so deep his shoulders were up to his ears as he glared at the couple opposite them. Sakura snorted, long since done with his nasty attitude. 

“Naruto, if you’re so disgusted by Sasuke and I acting like we’re married, why did you agree to this double date?” Immediately, Naruto’s cheeks turned bright pink, and he side-eyed the beautiful woman beside him. 

“I- well, I- uhh… H-Hinata was just so excited,” he mumbled, burying his mouth into his forearms as he crossed them on top of the table. Hinata uttered a small gasp, and her hands flew to her mouth as she looked to her husband with wide eyes. Though her fingers covered most of her face, a blush crept high up the girl’s cheeks. Sakura snickered. She had to admit that they were an adorable pair. 

“Gross,” Sasuke muttered in her ear. A grin stretched across Sakura’s lips as he nuzzled his face into her cherry blossom-colored hair; clearly, he was as unenthusiastic about watching his best friend flirt with his wife as Naruto was watching Sasuke. “Let’s go home.” The deep tone of Sasuke’s voice and the ghosting of his lips across the shell of her ear sent a pleasurable shudder down Sakura’s spine. Her heart thumped in her chest, not unlike in her girlish years when she’d crushed on him. 

“Hinata, Naruto, we had a lovely time,” Sakura said as she fished out some bills from her purse and set them on the table, “but I have an early shift in the morning, and so we need to get going. This was fun! Let’s do it again sometime, okay?” 

“Yes! This was lovely,” Hinata smiled pleasantly with a polite wave. “We’d love to do this again, right, Naruto?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Naruto admitted in defeat, sitting back up and putting his hands behind his head. “I had a good time. It was nice to be out of the office for a while.” As he flashed Hinata a loving smile, the dark-haired girl flushed and snuggled up to the blond, pecking him affectionately on the cheek. Naruto snickered bashfully with a stupid grin. 

Sakura smiled. There was no denying that the two were still totally whipped for one another, even after so many years of marriage. 

With one last wave of farewell, Sakura grabbed Sasuke’s hand to tug him out of the restaurant and into the night. The cold air embraced them like an old friend, wrapping them in a gentle breeze that carried the hint of rain. Puddles leftover from the drizzle reflected the night sky; they shone like pockets of alternate universes in the dirt streets. 

Sakura hugged close to her husband as they strolled down the street at a leisurely pace, illuminated by the soft lamplights and the brilliant moon above. The only sound was the gentle wind and their synchronous footsteps. Sasuke rubbed little circles into her hips as he strode beside her, being sure to match the stride of his long legs to her smaller one. 

“Honey?” she asked suddenly, propping her chin on his shoulder to peer up at him. 

“Hnn?” Sasuke didn’t look at her, only peeked at her out of his peripheral vision. His black eyes glinted like obsidian in the moonlight, yet softened like smoothly polished onyx when they fell upon her. 

“Did you have fun?” 

“Of course,” he sighed as if it were a silly question. “I had dinner with my wife.” 

“You seemed in a hurry to get out of there.” 

“Well, you know I can only take that idiot in small doses,” he huffed. Sakura rolled her eyes; he and Naruto would fight to the death for one another, yet they couldn’t stand spending more than a few hours together in social settings without bickering. Hell, sometimes, they acted like the married couple! Sakura’s sardonic grin fell from her lips when Sasuke continued. 

“Besides…” He suddenly whipped around to scoop her up in his arms, making her squeal in alarm. Her hands immediately clenched around his shoulders as he held her in a bridal carry with one powerful arm, her bright red face close enough to smell the lingering sake wafting off his seductive smirk. “Why waste my time with that moron when I have all night to spend with my gorgeous woman?” 

“Oh, Sasuke-!” she gasped, titillated by his sudden flirtatiousness. Sasuke seemed to have no care to put her down, instead opting to continue carrying her the short distance remaining to their shared apartment. A purr rumbled in Sakura’s chest like a pleased housecat’s as she rested her head on his shoulder. Her index finger traced patterns over his shoulder. 

“I missed this,” she said softly. Sasuke’s black eye came to rest on her once more. The starlight hit it at just the right angle to make the beams scatter in his irises, alighting it like the Milky Way. Sakura’s smile widened as she started painting invisible constellations in the fabric of his dress suit to match the galaxy in his eyes. “Us doing couple things. I’ve missed it.” 

Sasuke hummed thoughtfully. His gaze slowly slid away from her to gaze sightlessly into the horizon. His grip tightened around her, though, as if securing her to his being. 

“I missed it too,” he admitted in a small voice. His eyes flickered back to Sakura, and those galaxy eyes glimmered with comets of guilt and regret. “Sakura…” 

Sakura knew that he was about to delve into apologies and comments that he didn’t deserve her. She sat up in his arms, pressing her fingers against his mouth with a small, soothing “shhh.” When he obediently stopped talking, staring mournfully at her with cinched eyebrows, she slipped her hand to the side to cup his cheek. 

“Sasuke, I’m okay. You do what you have to do,” she reassured him gently. Her fingers softly stroked the curve of his cheekbone and caressed the plane of his jawline. “Just come home to me. That’s all I ask.” 

A smirk tugged at the corner of Sasuke’s lips. He leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers, a surrogate for his familiar forehead poke since his only arm currently supported her weight.

“Of course.” 

By then, they’d arrived at the front of their apartment. Sasuke finally set her down, allowing her to fish her keys out of her clasp and unlock the door. However, no sooner than she’d stepped over the threshold and kicked off her heels, he enveloped her from behind and turned her face so he could plant a passionate kiss on her mouth. They stood in the doorway, the night air flowing in to cool the heating atmosphere around them, kissing fervently for several minutes. He finally pulled back, only slightly, with glittering black eyes and a satisfied sneer. 

“S-Sasuke, what are you doing?!” she wheezed through kiss-swollen lips. Sasuke loomed over her bewitchingly, making pleasurable tingles oscillate back and forth between the tips of her toes and the crown of her head. His arm wound around her hips to tug her against her body. 

“Couple things,” he rumbled. 

As he kicked the door shut and picked her up again to begin carrying her off towards their bedroom, the only thing Sakura could think was, Couple things, indeed! 

Giggling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of his throat, drawing an impatient groan from her husband. As she lavished him in kisses and caresses, Sakura blissfully anticipated the impending evening of couple things… 

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[kinfriday]

Wandering Hops: The Urban Runner

San Francisco, the city by the bay. This sprawling metropolis is purported to have it all, fine dining, upscale hotels, one of a kind experiences, history, and tourist traps aplenty.

But what about hiking? Can you even hike through an urban landscape, and find something that’s challenging, enjoyable, and memorable? 

That was the question rattling around in my mind as I descended upon Oakland last week, wondering how I was going to get a Wandering Hops in, while I visited with my family here. 

For most of the week, I’d be relegated to Mass Transit. Without a vehicle, my options narrowed as to where I could go, if not as a matter of access, then the time it might take to go anywhere. Even the local gym franchise proved to be a forty five minute bus ride away. 

To be certain, anything not within walking distance was going to prove a logistical challenge. 

Starting my research the evening of my arrival, I found many offerings at the periphery. Oakland’s Redwood Park, and Marin both boasted hikes that looked challenging and interesting, but were also far afield, with transit times one way peaking towards the two hour mark, which would reduce my options. 

Everything had to be planned around a transit schedule, but out of this challenge, I got an idea. What if I turned this on its head? Was it possible to find a hike in San Francisco proper that would offer distance, challenge, and beautiful scenery, all while proving easy to get to, right off the Bay Area Rapid Transit System (The BART).

Narrowing my search,  I came across the Golden Gate Park, Lands End, Presidio Loop. Clocking in at eleven miles, it came with an option to extend the hike by at least three if I hiked across the Golden Gate Bridge. 

Bingo. 

Starting off from Golden Gate Park, I ventured north, determined to get as much of the road walking portion of the hike out of the way, only to be pleasantly surprised when I found a wide green space welcoming me, framed in by trees, providing a forested, and direct path for me to follow as I ventured towards Presidio Park. 

The experience proved interesting. The roar of traffic was present on either side of me, but otherwise I was alone, moving through what felt like a forest only to pop out every block or so, and have to cross at a crosswalk to avoid being flattened. It punctuated the hike with a strange staccato, and well illustrated the nature of this hike as a mixed experience early on, for though it felt like I was in the wilds, the city was just beyond my green bubble, ever waiting for me.  

That experience was not to last though, as I crossed into the wide expanse of Presidio Park. The location was once a military base and an important pacific fortification for the US Military, and at one time, Spain. It was established in 1776, the very same year that America declared independence from England. The fort maintained a military presence within San Francisco until 1994, ending its 219 years as a fortification. At that time, its sprawling 1,500 acres were deeded to the National Park Service, and remains in its possession to this day. (source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Presidio_of_San_Francisco)

As a result of its military history, it is full of parade grounds, and is not as densely packed as the rest of the city. Moving up a steep incline, I soon found myself in a well kept parkland. The noises of traffic, so prevalent not fifteen minutes before, fell away. Here people walked dogs, and jogged along, past historical markers and fitness placards, while birds sang and squirrels jostled for bits of food left upon the ground by picnickers. 

Diverting past a golf course filled with Lexus, BMW and Porsche a plenty, the trail veered and the population dived as a shaded wood welcomed me. Gaining elevation, quiet surrounded me, save for the pacific wind that blew through the trees granting a cool tinge to the noon time air, all while the Golden Gate Bridge began to peek through the wooded copse. 

So far, this hike had been full of surprises, and as I stood overlooking the national cemetery, with a stunning view of the Golden Gate Bridge, I could not help but feel that I had found a type of hidden treasure nestled within the city.  

Following the trail, it led me out of the woods, back to sidewalk, and eventually asphalt as I navigated the old military base. Winding ever north, the spires of the Golden Gate became more and more dominant as I moved deeper into the old military base, finally passing a large parade ground set before four identical barracks in a spanish architectural style. It was a curious mash up of architectural beauty and picture perfect reproduction that made them seem both original and mass produced at the same time providing a jarring effect as I followed signs for the coastal trail.

Arriving at Golden Gate plaza, I stopped for lunch and  looked towards the bridge, considering  my options. Tourists dominated the area, crowding almost every free space, as they milled about from shops, to path, to photo opportunity. Rented bikes whizzed by, with hardly a care for any pedestrians around them, who seemed equally oblivious as they wandered about. 

What struck me as interesting was the number of languages I heard, Chinese, Korean, Dutch, English, and others I could not readily identify. While it was a chaotic morass, this area was still a global meeting of various cultures all gathered together to experience a particular American landmark that always ends up destroyed in any blockbuster action movies. 

Considering it now, I suppose in that moment I had become a tourist too, because I was about to undertake the same journey, adding a little over three miles to my hike, and walk the bridge. 

This sounds like a romantic notion. As stated, the Golden Gate is famous, bringing in visitors from around the world to see its iconic red spires. It is the symbol of San Francisco, dominating logos, souvenirs, paintings and films. However, the fact that it is such a venerable symbol does not take away from the fact that it is also a critical traffic artery, and a busy tourist destination. 

In short, I had entered into utter chaos and noise. People pressed in around me in a manner that I would associate more with New York City than the bay area, as traffic roared by at highway speeds.  Bicyclists continually zoomed by, ringing their bells, giving you only moments to push yourself up against the side, but I wasn’t about to turn around. 

As I wrote last week, perseverance pays, and I had come to hike that damn bridge. 

Ushered on by winds, and a prevailing sense of mild panic being surrounded by so many people, the views only got better as I made my way across. There, over an expanse of bright blue water lay Alcatraz, and to my other side was the vastness of the Pacific Ocean. Massive container ships trailed out before my vision, ferrying their goods back and forth, as sail boats raced by distracting me from the chaos that was around me. 

Some experiences, some views, make the chaos worth it. 

Hooray for type two fun. 

A curious rhythm to the hike became apparent as I ventured on, past my halfway point. After another section along a busy road, I again found myself in a forest. This time, clinging to high rocky hills that overlooked the ocean. Waves rolled in as the container ships continued their endless procession in the distance, as the hike again grew more and more wild only for it to dump me suddenly, back into a neighborhood, back into the city, before dropping me off onto the beach. 

Here among decaying and abandoned bunkers, and cannon emplacements, kites flew, and people luxuriated in the sun enjoying cool seventy degree temperatures, a marked, and beautiful contrast to the sweltering heat wave that was punishing much of the rest of the country at the time. Reporting earlier on the fantastic weather conditions back to our cover artist in Connecticut, they sent a simple one word reply. 

“Jealous.” 

Moving along the shore, past the ruins of the Sutro baths, I was once again on the sidewalk, this time happy for the experience, if for no other reason than that it was keeping sand out of my shoes. Two days after my hike, they still rattle when I put them on, as so much has worked itself between the goretex layers, I wonder if they will ever be free of the gritty material ever again. 

Finally, I ended up on the edge of the Golden Gate Park, the very same area I had started. Following a path, through the beautifully kept park, I soon found myself amongst the woods again, as the light of day began fading. As a result of backtracks and diversions, the hike had stretched long, ultimately coming in at 16.1 miles.

Oftentimes, hiking is seen as a purely rural, or remote activity, however this adventure showed it can be anything but. With a bit of planning and searching, I had found a hidden gem, full of history, stunning natural scenery and ample challenge. Best of all, it was just a short bus ride away in the heart of the City by the Bay.

[aweebwrites]

Seven Deadly Sins 2

Warning: Lots of swearing and suggestive themes.

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(Y'all. I just wanna thank the heck out of @thelucariosfish for beta-ing this! They're the best!)

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“I know what you two are.” The man says, trailing after Lloyd and Jay.

“Oh?” Lloyd says, voice sounding disinterested.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Got any money? We can strike a deal~” Jay hummed, looking the man over for any more cash since he already stole his wallet.

“Jay, you know we don’t do deals.” Lloyd says irritiby, just wanting to murder his target and go home.

“You don’t but I do.” Jay grinned at him then back at the man. “So? Cash? I accept gold and gems too. Anything of value really.” He says, walking in front of the man backwards, peering into his shirt pocket.

“But what if what I need is more money?” The man questioned and Jay tapped his chin, walking backwards still.

“Nah.” Jay sighed then turned around, walking next to Lloyd dejectedly. “I was hoping for some more cash, you know? What's the point in helping you get cash when I need it myself.” He huffed.

“You really don't.” Lloyd ssys drily, glancing across at him.

“Want, need. Potato, potato.” Jay says, waving it off.

“You're not supposed to refuse me!” The man sputtered and both Lloyd and Jay glanced back to see the man following them still.

“You're still here? You better scram while you can. You have nothing worth doing and nothing to offer.” Jay says dismissively and the man blinked at him as he stopped.

He gritted his teeth.

“Either you make me a millionaire or I tell everyone your little secret.” He threatened and Jay stopped in his tracks.

“Oh?” He says, looking over his shoulder at the mortal with glowing blue eyes, a wide grin on his face that revealed glistening fangs. “You sir, are a very brave mortal.” He says, walking up to the confident man who reeked of fear and anxiety.

“I like that.” Jay says, crossing his arms as he stopped in front of the man who looked relieved. “But not enough to let you live.” He whispered and the man's eyes widened.

He looked down, seeing Jay's hand through his chest. He pulled his hand back then licked a drop of blood away from his claws as the man watched breathlessly. He then collapsed and Jay walked off, towards Lloyd who was waiting on him while people screamed and ran.

“You know, these Touched Ones are getting on my nerves.” Jay says, wiping his hand with the handkerchief in the man's wallet as they continued walking. “Lordie should really keep his warriors out of our business.” He huffed, tossing the kerchief aside.

“Fucker should stay dead. He's been sending his soldiers to patrol Ninjago City more often. We'll have to let Wu know what's going on. We might have to lessen our time hunting here or else he'll send his Generals and we'll be in some deep shit.” Lloyd says, still pondering a target.

“We can take them.” Jay huffed.

“Yes. Together. But if they catch just one or even two of us, we won't stand much of a choice. The Warriors are indestructible and the Droids are unkillable. While killing us will only send us back to the Underworld, dying doesn't hurt any less. Not to mention you guys can't simply pop out whenever you want. It could take as short as a week for my dad to prep the spell to get you guys back in the mortal realm. And let's not forget about the time it'll take to heal from their purifying weapons.” Lloyd reminded him and Jay grumbled.

“I heard purifying. Tell me you guys didn't run into any Warriors or Droids…” Nya says from the comms.

“No. None whatsoever. Just a Touched One.” Jay reported, snagging a hundred dollar bill hanging out of a woman's purse in passing. “Honestly. If they keep blessing people with the ability to see us as we truly are, we won't be able to have as much fun anymore.” He complained, holding the bill up to check if it's real before pocketing it.

“I could still get by, even if they do know what I really look like.” Nya huffed and Lloyd rolled his eyes then glanced up at the buildings as he walked, sharp vision able to see people moving around inside.

They're all damned lucky that have such great apartments and buildings to work in. He heard the engines of a car rev and glanced back to see the sleek car driving up from a few blocks down. Sunglasses, expensive watch, cocky grin, pretty woman in the passenger seat. Bingo.

“Finally found someone, huh?” Jay says with a smirk, seeing the sneer on Lloyd's face.

One he usually wore after finding someone particularly lucky.

“Careful. Jay just killed someone. I don't have any Warriors or Droids on radar in your vicinity but these morherfuckers have a way of appearing.” That was Morro.

“I know that. Keep your fangs in.” Lloyd huffed as he gathered his green energy in hand, fueling it with his jealousy.

While he knew how to drive, he certainly didn't have a car, worse one as fancy or fast as that one is. He could see it all. This little fucker had a penthouse suite all to himself. Lloyd didn't even have a room for himself! Why the hell must they have all the good things while he was fucking stuck where he was? Dad said it was good for him and his powers, for him to live in an abandoned stupid fucking ship with his uncle, cousin and 5 others. Three of whom are almost always fucking. He can't catch a fucking break and this piece of shit with his good looks and shitty personality got to have it all! Fuck him very much. He watched as the car drove up before launching his green energy at it, walking forward still. He didn't look back when the car suddenly exploded, flipping past them and slamming into a stoplight, breaking the car in two as it brought down the stoplight.

“Wow. That guy really pissed you off huh?” Jay says with a grin, knowing those two will be feeling that in the Underworld for possibly years to come.

“Fucker has everything and he's the biggest asshole I've ever come across.” Lloyd growled low and Jay perked up at that.

“Everything?” He says and Lloyd glanced at him warily. “Don't look at me like that! Think about it. He's dead now. It'll take a day or two for his things to be moved out to his family. Why not indulge? This is your chance to have a taste of what you really deserve...” Jay purred, tail flicking back and forth.

“... You just want his valuables.” Lloyd says flatly, even as he changed directions to where the hotel was.

“You know me so well.” Jay grinned.

“Hey, if you guys are going to crash an upscale place, I want in. Hotel food is fucking amazing.” Cole says from the comms.

“Fuck yeah. Give us an address. We'll meet you there.” Morro says and Jay grinned at Lloyd.

“Fine.”

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“Ho-ly shit.” Cole says as he looked around the huge penthouse suite.

Glass windows all around, white themed furniture, crystal chandelier, open concept everything… This place was obviously for the elite.

“Found the kitchen Cole!” Nya yelled out and that was all Cole needed to hear, darting off.

“It's not bad…” Zane says, uninterested then yawned.

“I've been here before. I had a target here. But the place wasn't this grand.” Kai says as he looked around, a silk robe he picked up half off his shoulders. “Plus, he had a small dick anyway.” He added, stroking his hand over the white leather couch before looking to Zane with a mischievous smile.

“I do remember the bed though. Softest, most comfortable bed in all of Ninjago. I'll take you to it if you let me fuck you…” He purred as he sauntered over, his tail coiling around his limp one. “Pretty please? I'll make it worth your while…” He whispered as he nosed along his jaw, up to Zane's ear.

“Fine. Whatever.” Zane sighed and Kai's eyes lit up.

“Just hurry up and get the fuck out of here.” Morro says, irritated before using his power over wind to blow the windows all open. “Much better.” He says, flopping down next to Lloyd who picked up the remote on the coffee table.

“Let's see…” He says then pressed the button for tv.

“Woah.” Nya says from where she was leaning against the back of the couch, all three of them watching as a large panel opened up, revealing a 60” flat screen TV.

“... Fucking bastard.” Lloyd whispered, looking at it in awe.

“Please tell me that this guy has video games.” Morro says as he got up and walked over to the cabinet beneath the tv and opened it.

He grinned once he saw four controllers, a game station and several disks.

“Fuck the hell yes.”

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“Alright. Now that the visible valuables have been taken…” Jay says, glancing over at the sack full of electronics, paintings, vases and things he knew he could sell for a huge sum of money. “Time to find the safes.” He says, rubbing his hands together, generating electricity.

“Alright tail. Do your thing.” He says, glancing back at it before walking away.

His tail was like a metal detectors except it finds money. He discovered that his tail tends to move towards and linger in areas with a large amount of money just 10 years back. It was never wrong. He walked around the bedroom, ignoring Kai and Zane as they made a mess of themselves then out to the living room where Morro was snarling along with Lloyd as Nya beat them at whatever game they were playing. He refused to believe this asshole didn't have at least two safes here. He walked into the kitchen where Cole had the kitchen island full of empty wrappers and bottles, leaving no morsel of food behind. He was getting impatient when he felt his tail move on its own. He stopped and looked back. The… The fridge? Well. That's creative. He opened the empty fridge looking around. His tail slithered in, making him shiver once it pressed itself against the back of it.

“Fucking tails and sensitivity.” He mumbled then looked at his claws, willing one to become taller.

He then traced it along the back of the fridge then paused once he came across a hitch in the smooth plastic. He then pried it open and huffed at the high tech safe just behind.

“Well I'll be damned. This guy was paranoid as fuck.” He says then gathered his electricity and pressed his hand against the handprint slot, smirking once his electricity overrode it and opened the safe.

“Holy fucking shit!” Jay yelled in glee at what the safe held.

“What is it?” Cole asked as he walked over before guzzling a bottle of mustard.

“This guy was fucking loaded!” Jay says, taking out a bar of motherfucking gold from the safe.

One of six stacked neatly inside.

“Oh fuck yes.” Jay laughed as he grabbed them all then dropped them with a gasp at what lay behind. “Is that a fucking diamond?!” He yelled then snatched it.

He looked the palm sized gem over in the light then bit at an edge. Pain flared up once the tip of his fangs were broken.

“Oh yeah. This is the real deal.” Jay says, knowing his fangs will regenerate in a few minutes.

“Hey, who has any idea what this guy sounded like. I'm gonna order room service.” Cole says as he watched Jay slip the gold into a bag he pulled from virtually nowhere.

“Check his phone. It's in the sack over there. Put it back when you're done though.” Jay says, shooting Cole a glare and he walked away to where the sack was.

He spotted it on top then blew warm air over the screen, seeing his unlock pattern and unlocked the phone. He searched through then found a few voice messages. He listened to his voice keenly before dropping the phone in the bag and walking over to the phone on the wall.

“Hello, room service?” He spoke into the phone, mimicking the man's voice perfectly. “Yes, I'd like a continental dinner buffet delivered to my suite in 15 minutes… I don't fucking care about short notice. Either you get it here in 15 or I'll move elsewhere… Good.” He says then slammed the phone back in its holder.

“They better hurry up. I'm starved.” Cole says, stretching.

“You’re always starved.” Jay huffed as he stood, zipping the bag closed and keeping it very close to his person. “Someone should save Zane. Kai might ride him to death.” He commented before he went looking for more safes.

Cole considered it then shrugged. It would be something good to pass the time with… With that, he headed off to the bedroom. Morro on the other hand chucked his controller at the tv, cracking it.

“Fuck this! You cheated Nya!” He snarled at her.

“I don't need to cheat to beat you.” Nya huffed, tossing her controller on the coffee table.

“I literally saw you short circuit his controller with water.” Lloyd says, dropping his controller.

“I already said I don't need to cheat. Something is just wrong with your eyes.” She huffed and Lloyd rolled his eyes, knowing better than to try and get her to admit something.

“You fucking liar!” Morro yelled, wind angrily churning through the penthouse as he did.

“Hey! Watch it!” Jay yelled from on the ceiling, stuffing money into his bag, the wind making one or two bills blowing out of the safe.

“Cool it already. The TV's busted and I'm bored now. Let's just go home already.” Lloyd huffed with a glare, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Good luck getting Kai to stop fucking long enough to leave.” Nya says as Morro seethed still, already plotting revenge.

“He won't need to.” Jay says as he hopped down from the ceiling and grabbing the bills that fell. “Cole's taking over from Zane and he ordered room service. They should be here any minute now.” He says as he straightened.

Just then, there was a ding, signaling that the private elevator was in use.

“See?” Jay grinned.

“Cole! Food's here!” Nya yelled and there was silence for a few seconds before he was walking towards them, buttoning his pants with his shirt thrown over his shoulder.

He had a lot of hickies for such a short time…

“Come on. I was almost there…” Kai protested, following after him, wearing only the robe which meant…

“Fuck Kai. Don't walk out here with a boner. What the fuck.” Lloyd says with a grimace, looking away.

“Yeah, well-”

Kai was cut off when the elevator opened. Their eyes widened. In the elevator stood a tall figure with similar, smaller figures behind them. They all wore red and silver armor, the smaller ones wearing black capes while the leader wore a sliver one. Warriors.

“Room service.” Kozu- first fucking General- says with his holy swords gripped in all four hands.

“Run!” Jay yelled and they dashed, heading for the nearest window.

Cole barely dodged a hit from Kozu's sword and Morro turned around, using his wind to blow him back- or at least he tried. He was made differently from all the rest. He was heavier. Morro grunted as he was head-butted, the force sending him flying across the space and into one of few walls in the suite.

“Fucker!” He grunted as he pulled himself out of the concrete, blood running down his face.

“Come on Morro! We have to go!” Lloyd says, yanking him back.

“Not until I teach this asshole a lesson!” Morro growled, his skin blackening as his fangs lengthened, white markings appearing on his face.

“I run from no-one!” Nya growled, shrugging Cole off of her.

“God dammit I-”

“No wait!” Kai says, cutting Lloyd off. “Zane is still in the room. We can't leave him. You go get him and we'll hold them off as best as we can.” He told him seriously and Lloyd growled, hating that even with almost nothing but fucking on his mind, he can still be level headed enough to remember Zane and think of a plan.

“Fine. Alright. Don't do anything stupid.” Lloyd warned then took off.

“I've always wanted to kick a General's ass.” Nya says, cracking her fists as Kai passed on the plan to the others.

“We shall see that about that.” Kozu says then looked to his subordinates and nodded at them.

All six of them stepped back.

“Oh? Aren't you cocky. Think you can take all of us on by yourself?” Morro asked with a sneer.

“What's there to complain about? It'll be easier to take him down.” Cole says as he grinned, revealing thick fangs. “I for one am pretty pissed off about not getting my buffet!” He snarled, skin darkening before he roared as he charged at the General, Nya and Morro charging too.

Kozu smirked.

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“Zane what the fuck?! We have to go!” Lloyd yelled as Zane laid there on the bed, partially naked with only the sheets covering his ass, drifting in and out of sleep.

“Blame Kai. He made me tired.” Zane mumbled, nuzzling into the pillows.

“Zane. There's a fucking General hunting us. Do you want to die?” Lloyd growled in irritation. “It took us a month to convince you to come back to the mortal realm. I'm not doing it again.” He warned and Zane only hummed.

Lloyd growled in irritation.

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Nya grunted as she hit the ground hard, gripping her side.

“That all you got.” She panted as she forced herself to sit up, blood dripping from her side.

“How about some shock therapy!” Jay yelled as he threw an electrical punch at the General.

He grabbed him by the hand as he strangled Kai then threw them both down hard, knocking the wind out of them. They groaned then yelped as they rolled out of the way out of his blessed swords as they came down on them.

“I've had enough of you.” Morro sneered then jumped Kozu with a yell, spinning his way out of his swords’ reach.

He then shoved his clawed fingers into his eyes but his claws only broke on impact. That didn't stop him from clawing at his face and helmet, snarling like a rabid animal.

“Filthy demon!” Kozu growled then grabbed him by the back of his neck and pried him off his face.

He grabbed him by the hair with one hand, holding his hands behind his back with another and held a blessed blade to his neck.

“Any last words?” Kozu says as his warriors stepped forward once the others moved to attack.

“I have a few.” All of their attention turned to Lloyd and Zane who was standing still behind him, eyes an eerie gold, just like Lloyd's overcasted ones.

Lloyd casted those eyes onto the others and their eyes also became gold with his control.

“Demonic influence.” Kozu growled behind his mouthpiece.

“Kai. Nya.” Lloyd says and they used their powers together, creating a huge cloud of steam, filling the room.

Kozu quickly drew his sword but cut thin air. There was the sound of multiple flapping before he rushed forward to the nearest window, hopping out and allowing his cape to morph into large, white stone wings. He looked around but the demons were nowhere in sight. He couldn't sense them anywhere.

“Mark my words, Nobles of the Underworld. I will keep Ninjago City free from your evil.” He growled lowly.

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“We could have handled it.” Nya says then winced as Kai took care of the wound on her side that wouldn't be healing anytime soon.

Stupid fucking blessed blades.

“Yeah? Wait until Wu hears about this. Then Kozu will get what's coming to him.” Cole huffed between bites as he stress ate.

“Was using your princely powers necessary?” Zane murmured from where he was lounging on the couch, head resting in Jay's lap as he counted his loot, the sack of valuables nearby.

What? You thought he'd leave it?

“Are- are you fucking kidding me Zane?” Lloyd says turning to him from where he was standing by the door. “You could have been killed if I hadn't. You all could have been!” He yelled at him then growled as he turned away again.

“It was my fault. I shouldn't have let us go to that fucking penthouse. I shouldn't have let us stayed that long.” He whispered as he looked down.

“Look. We all decided to go. This isn't on you alone.” Nya says as Kai bandaged her up.

“Quit the fucking melodrama. You're sounding like a fucking Warrior or a Droid.” Morro says as he walked into the room. “Look, for all our fathers have been talking about the Generals, this is the first time we came across one. Warriors and droids we know. Generals? Not at all. Of course it'll go badly. But we have experience now. Those fuckers won't get us next time.” He swore, already planning revenge.

His dark green eyes burned with the need for vengeance.

“No-one fucks with me and gets away with it…”

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(Ah! Finally wrote a fic with mah boi Kozu involved! I've actually just queued this since I finished it pretty late but I really love this au and all the beautiful art made for it! I thought: since the ninja are demons... Why not make the Overlord, Lord and the Stone Warriors along with the Nindroids be basically this au's version of angels? By the way, Morro also has the power to control demons since in this au he is the biological son of Wu. His just looks as if he possessed them. Ah. That's all I can think to add for now. I hope you guys liked it!)

[i-anand-mishra]

Money Making Small Business Ideas for Womens at Home

Whether you're a stay at home business ideas for moms, housewives, entrepreneur, or just want to work for yourself instead of someone else, starting a small business can be the answer you're looking for. We've gathered together some of the best small business ideas for women that require nothing more than your own talents and passions.

Women have many talents that they can tap into, especially moms and housewife who need to be creative on the go with their kids and home running tasks. How do you know which of these talents will make the best work at home ideas for moms? We need to first ask the questions “What are you most passionate about? and “What are you good at?” Choosing a business idea works best when its something that you really enjoy doing and do well.

For example, are you really good at organizing events or planning? You could make a business helping people organize their events, parties, or just their lives. Maybe you are great at giving advice and tutorials? Become a blogger and get paid for your knowledge!

Many of these options are great business ideas for housewives and make great work from home business ideas for moms. They can pay well and will give you that freedom you want to spend more time with your family and do more in general. Let's get started!

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Top Small Business Ideas for Womens At Home

Blogging

It may not sound like something that you can easily make money doing, but blogging really pays off. Blogging is one of the best business ideas for moms because you get to work on your own schedule. It not only brings in a decent amount of money, but it also lets you help others. Even better, you don't need to spend any money to get yourself going. There are many blog sites, like WordPress, where you can create your blog for free. You just need to keep in mind that it can take some time to start earning a lot. There are many guides online that will show you how to create a blog that is successful.

Affiliate Marketing

This is linked to blogging and is what makes the money for most bloggers. The way it works is simple. You write blogs about different services or products that you recommend to your reader base with links to that service or product. For example, you can be an affiliate on Amazon. When you sign up as an affiliate you get a unique link to use in your blog for that product. When people click that link and buy through it, you earn money in the form of a commission!

Freelance Writer

Aside from blogging, those who love to write can earn money as a freelance writer. You can start out by joining some freelance writer sites, where you choose the articles you want to write and get paid for it. It may be small amounts at first, but you can quickly build a client base. You can also create a free website or advertise your service on social media with your rates.

Proofreader

For those who have an eye for the little details, proofreading for others is another of the great work at home ideas for moms. If grammar errors and misspellings make you cringe, this is a good job for you. Many blogging sites and article writers rely on proofreaders. If you have ever seen some of the glaring errors left on news sites and the like, you know that proofreaders are needed.

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Bookkeeping

As a housewife or stay at home mom, you are probably the one who does all of the budgeting. Why not put that skill to use to make some extra cash? Bookkeeping as a service doesn't require you to have previous experience either. You can help teach people the art of creative budgeting.

Life Coaching

If you like to help change lives and can inspire people, why not become a life coach? You can set your own hours and rates, and do either one on one coaching or group coaching.

Thrift Shop Flipper

This is a great choice as a business idea for housewives who love visiting thrift stores and flea markets. You can easily buy items at a real bargain, upscale them, fix them, and then sell them for a profit on sites like eBay and Etsy. You would be surprised how many people have made a real business out of this.

Drop Shipping Shop

If selling products is something you would like to do but you don't have the space to keep inventory or run around to the post office, using a drop shipping company can be the answer for you. You can create your online shop, sell those third-party products, and they will do the shipping for you. What you make in profit depends on what you are charged by the drop shipping company and how much you sell the item for. For example, a drop ship company may charge you $1.50 for an item, and you sell it on for $ 5.00. That's a profit of $3.50 on one item. Do this with loads of items and you have yourself a profitable little online shop.

Transcription

Companies will hire people to listen to audio files and transcribe them into a document for them. You get busy managers, audio and video bloggers, all of who need someone to write down their thoughts in a coherent document file for them. If you have a good ear for this, it could be one of the best small business ideas for women meant for you.

Virtual Assistant

For those stay at home moms who have a knack for a variety of things, a virtual assistant may be the perfect startup business for you. Skills like managing social media, tutoring, writing, graphic designing, researching, editing, data entry...the list goes on! People often need assistance with these things and it can all be done from home.

Amazon Seller

Amazon has an FBA program that lets you sell through them. If you have a gift for finding bargains at physical shops, you can use Amazon's FBA program to resell these at a higher cost. It's a lot like flea market flipping.

Tutor

Another of the good business ideas for moms is being a tutor. What are you good at doing that you can teach others? It can be anything from helping kids with homework to teaching someone how to knit. A lot of teaching can now be done online too, so if you are knowledgeable in a particular subject, put that knowledge to use for you. Some of the inline teaching sites may require you to have had previous teaching or tutoring experience.

Childcare

If your passion involves looking after children, why not consider running your own childcare service. It not only makes you money, but it also helps your kids learn to socialize as well. You do need to check whether you need any licensing in your area and make sure your home owner's insurance endorses childcare to do this but it can be a very rewarding business.

Photographer

Are you the family photographer that has a gift for catching amazing pictures? Put that skill to use! Most already have a decent camera they can use already. You can offer to take family portrait photos as a service or take pictures for companies, such as real estate agents. Your pictures can even be uploaded to stock photography sites where you get paid when someone downloads your image.

This is just a small list of some of the small business ideas for women who have kids, are housewives, or just want to work from home. They aren't too hard to get started and they tap into skills you already are good at. So sit down with a pen and paper, make a list of your talents, and see what you can do with them!