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thebelugawhalefriend · 4 months

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Yandere Vampire Lesbian x Reader

CW: NSFW, Yandere themes, Female reader, Blood

Note: I love girls (vampire's name is Fiona ^^)

You were a humble gardener for the nobles, she was a distant watcher in the shadows. Her skin was so pale and sensitive to the light you indulged in, and yet she couldn't help but risk it all to see you. Sun kissed skin that was spotted with freckles. How soft would it be to her touch? To her teeth? Don't think you could get away with that scent of blood that came from your open cuts.

Fiona kept pacing the floor time and time again. If she simply indulged herself by taking you, surely you'd despise her for taking you away from the sun. She can't just keep watch of you outside in daylight! There's way too much shadow here, and going elsewhere would just open up an opportunity for your escape.

One night, she snuck right to your window and watched as you slept peacefully. Fiona's hunger yearns to pierce your veins, but her love wanted nothing more than to stroke your hair. Just the thought of seeing you so vulnerable... It was embarrassing to admit, but she was working herself up just thinking about it.

She couldn't take it anymore!

Sliding the window open, Fiona slips herself in and prepares what she can for her crime of passion. Ties you right up with what she can and keeps you sleeping the entire time. The hardest part came when she was carrying you out and had to evade the dogs that chase her down the street. After all, turning into a bat or feline would mean she couldn't carry you...

"Miss Mildred...?" You groan and sit up from the plush bed. Mildred, your main boss, usually kept you holed up in her spare bedroom until your job began. But this isn't the harsh straw bed... This felt like... "Wool? That can't be..." Wool is far too valuable for Mildred to gift you! She would never wrap you in this... Room.

"Darling! You're awake!" A pale skinned, white haired woman stands in the doorway. Purple eyes glinting with excitement and enlarged fangs poking from her mouth. Wait- fangs?!

"Darling?! Just where-" Fiona holds a finger to her mouth, glaring at you playfully to quiet down. "Hush now, you don't want to disturb the sheets. We'll make them messy together!"

"Ma'am..." You shift yourself backwards on the bed, looking down to discover one of your arms are chained to the bed. "I think you've got the wrong girl! Please, I haven't done anything!"

"Shhh, calm down... I'm not going to hurt you, my love. I wouldn't dare feed on someone so soft hearted without their permission." Fiona leans down to crawl onto the bed. It's only when she's leaning over you that you realize how TALL she is. Not just above average, but a staggering six feet of vampire. Not to mention some of the toned muscles that poked through the exposing parts of her black dress.

Her pale hand came to grip your face, "I've got just the gardener I want. Those stunning eyes are so beautiful up close, darling. Mind if I get a taste of you?" Her grip makes it hard to even speak, but some part of you was curious what would happen if you went along. Your somewhat relaxed posture invites her to place a soft kiss to your lips. "Divine..."

Purple eyes flicker below towards your tight button up shirt. She can see every lovely detail and outline of your body. Would the rest of you stay as smooth as your lips? Or would it be a fun adventure for her fingers to glide along? Fiona's body shivered at the thought.

"I can just smell your excitement, my dear. You've got to give me the whole experience!"

Her voice is so exciting and alluring. You can't even find the words to say yes or no. Nimble fingers slip off your shirt one by one until you're fully exposed to her. All that's left now is your cute little bra, to which she first teases you by rubbing your breast gently through it. "So cute..." Fiona whispers to herself, her other hand reaching to get your bra undone.

"I-I don't even know your name..." This is all you can muster, but it does stop Fiona from undressing you for a moment to look up into your eyes. "Does it truly matter, my love? I know all about you... Your own name, your job, and even your pets! Forget what you need to know, you'll find out once I've had my fill."

With that, she throws your bra right to the side and keeps one hand on one of your breasts. Of course she wanted to keep pleasing you, but it's hard not to indulge in your flavor! To not just leave you a complete mess! Your body squirms and twists as her other hand reaches below to feel you through your panties. Miss Mildred always made sure to keep you in skirts whether you liked it or not. Now, it just serves as an easy access for this horny vampire.

"Do you want this, my dear? Say the word and I'll make it happen." Her movements pause for a moment to let you answer. On one hand, this strange lady kidnapped you and is now insisting you let her please you. On the other... "Please..." Your voice is weak and unsure, to which she takes the hand from your breast and holds your face close to hers. "Please what?" "I... I want you to..."

"Want me to?"

"Want you to k-keep going...!"

"Perfect."

It's not even a second later and she's got your panties thrown to the side. Her hands now push your thighs aside to push her head in-between them. A skilled tongue now pressing on your clit first to get you soaked. Your words start to mumble off from making some sense to no sense. Your body weakly shivers for her every touch and move.

Fangs lightly graze the outside as her tongue presses inside. God, you're amazing to taste! Enhanced by the fact that your period must be coming soon. A subtle iron taste indicates such. Now her little session is less about pleasing you and moreso feeding her undying hunger for you. Fangs digging in a little to keep you from moving away while her tongue lapped at anything she could get. Arousal, mostly, but maybe hints of the blood that she could taste. Your sweet noises of guilty pleasure only drove her harder and harder to eat you out until your pussy was a clean plate.

"M-miss, please!" You practically scream, shaking and shuddering towards that familiar feeling. She knows damn well you're getting close, but she doesn't care. Fiona's pure hunger ravages you for any more taste. It's only until a little after your last cry of pleasure and rush of liquids that she slows down to lap up what comes out. The proud vampire lifts up from between your legs with a large smile, licking her fangs.

"My darling, your taste is stunning! You're so adorable~" She sits up to pinch your cheek, proud to see you a blushing mess. "Promise me you'll give me a taste tomorrow..."

#vampire fanfiction #vampire x reader #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere crush #yandere #yandere vampire #yan vampire x reader #yandere vampire x reader #vampire imagine

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slashingdisneypasta · 15 days

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Dorothy Must Die!Lion x Scarecrow'sFemAssistant!Reader || Drabble

Plot: What it's like catching the fearsome Lion's attention, becoming his favourite, but also falling under the protection of his good friend.

Warnings: Threatening confession.

*picture there so y'all can see HOW HUGE THIS FUCKEN LION IS- and I assume this picture is from BEFORE he grew big and terrifying.

"And this... "Your boss, Scarecrow, sounds bored as he waives a gloved and straw-filled hand the animal's way, after introducing the Tin Man. "this is my old friend Lion, of course."

Obviously you knew who both of these men (Creatures??) were; you've been appointed the Scarecrow's research assistant for good reason afterall. You knew everything you could learn, and that certainly involved Oz history- in which your new boss, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly (Or not-so-cowardly, any longer) Lion were main figures.

But you let the Scarecrow tell you anyway. Because you're smart, and you know- a man like that? Needs the validation of sharing information others may not be aware of. And you would rather not get on the viscious scientists bad side boss or not.

You give both the Tin Man and the Lion a solemn, respectful nod. "Illuminating to make your acquaintances. I've heard all about your bravery in killing the Wicked Witch of the West by Queen Dorothy's side."

The Tin Man nods respectfully and sensibly back, and he's about to say something as his old metal mouth squeaks open- but the Lion, who's the same height as his two friends on all-fours, cuts in; approaching you and flashing a huge toothy smile down. "Oh, Scare old friend! Where have you been hiding this one?" The Tin Man promptly closes his mouth, a note or irritation in his metal squeal this time, you think. "She's pretty! You're pretty, young lady."

-immediately you go bug-eyed. What?? WHAT?? You're used to the Scarecrow's sensible, monotonous, borderline rude ways; this straight forward compliment is completely foreign to you. Though, you're sure you shouldn't be surprised by his boldness. The Lion is an animal, and animals don't play with subtlty, or pretending. And he is known for his courage these days, you suppose.

"U- um, I- "

"And she smells delicious."

"Wh- "

The Scarecrow cuts you off, with a sigh. "Leave her be, Lion. You're flustering her and I have no use for an emotional research assistant."

"I'm flustering her?" The Lion asks, looking at you with a stern, puzzled look on his face. With a roll of his giant muscled shoulders, he backs up a step. "My apologies."

"No- I- that's okay." You manage, then take a deep breath. "I... take no offence."

Another broad, leonine grin spreads across the big cats maw again. "Oh." Is there a wild, roguish lilt to his grin? Almost a smirk? "Good." He tells you bluntly in that deep voice sounding something like a roar, tail swishing behind him.

A few days later, it's the first time you've been allowed a break from thr Scarecrow's dark room's and the smell of death that fills them other then for meals. The Scarecrow wanted to be left alone, so he sent you to do some reading on cerebrospila fluids, and you chose to do so out in the courtyards. In the bright sun, surrounded by the emerald palaces beautiful gardens.

The Lion seemed to have had the same idea, covering a good portion of cobblestones with his large body sprawled lazily out under the warm ray's; dozing. And you keep sneaking glances at him like some silly girl- allowing your mind to skew from your duties and half admire the monster's muscles as well as half wonder to yourself what he meant by saying that you smell 'delicious'.

Does he want to eat you?? You've heard about his enormous, insatiable hunger, as well as how he enjoys his meals to be alive when he eats them. That doesn't sound particularly good, to you.

But... he also called you pretty. And that's throwing you off.

Before too long, you've only been sitting outside for no longer than 10 minutes, the Lion's deep echoing voice fills your eyes like molasses.

A crackly purr like growling sound escapes from deep in his chest as he stretches a little, muscles rippling under his skin, and his eyes gaze over at you half-lidded. "Nice day, isn't it?"

"Very nice."

"Come over here, pretty assistant."

You don't have a choice, it's the Lion (The King of the Beasts), and besides if you did try to run he could pounce and catch you in no time at all- so you do the smart thing, and close your book and wander over. When the enormous beast just looks at you, his maw pulling wider in a lazy grin, before nodding with his giant head to a spot next to him, you carefully sit down on the cobblestones with him.

After a moment of the Lion just looking at you, either like you're a prime steak or a masterpiece (maybe both), you take a deep breath. "Are you going to eat me??"

"... I want to. I like you quite a bit; you're pretty. If I could I would keep you and nibble off you for as long as I could- days, weeks, months, even years if you were strong enough. And the Scarecrow would just keep replacing your limbs one by one. You could be my favourite." He allows, looking pleased and impressed by your bravery, a roguish and wild lilt to his gorey, sharp smirk. "... but you're my dear old friend's help, and I wouldn't like to put him on the spot like that."

"... oh."

"Scared, little kitten?"

"I- "

"You shouldn't be." He sighs, adjusting his massive paws in front of him and making himself more comfortable. "Trust me, I spent far too long being a coward and fortune favours the brave. I'm King of the Beasts, now."

... "You have a point." You nod, speaking quietly.

"I do."

"Well... I- I should go." You curse yourself for stuttering, for you're still scared, but the Lion looks reproachfully at you. "The Scarecrow will be expecting me- "

Before you can even move, the Lion leans over and drops his heavy head on your lap with a thud; his snout nuzzling into your hip bone. He gives a content yawn, sounding more like a gentle roar thick with sleepiness. "Not yet... "

That makes your eyes widen wide open and heat fill up your chest, and your neck, and your cheeks. "But- I thought- I thought you didn't wish inconvenience the Scarecrow??"

"He can wait for a little while, pretty Y/N. I need you, now."

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ner5y · 4 months

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Some music idea's for tadc Carnival au

So in each of the guardian's themes from BOTW you can faintly hear the morse code for S.O.S at different points in their songs, right? (along with other morse code messages that I don't know the meaning of)

(It's a lot clearer in the soundtrack, especially for vah ruta but hopefully you can still hear it)

Listen closely, you can hear beeping in the background:

youtube

So what if WHAT IF Different songs in the Carnival au game's soundtrack had something like that? Like you open it up and the title screen's song has a catchy beat, but little do you know, IT'S THE GAME CALLING FOR HELP.

That was just a random thought I had, this post is mostly to headcanon what video game osts would fit what character, so here:

Pomni's Room:

Glitzville (Paper Mario: The Thousand year Door)

Does. Does anyone actually remember some of the weird (and sometimes racially insensitive) writing in this game? I still have a pretty fresh memory, because I first played it about two years ago (VERY LEGALLY). But did anyone clock those as a kid, or was it just a normal 2000s thing?

Pomni's Boss Battle

I think the choice is obvious...

THE WORLD REVOLVING (Deltarune)

Ragatha's Room

Petalburg (Paper Mario and the Thousand year Door)

(But if you wanted it to be more elegant, "The Night of The Ball" from Fire Emblem 3 Houses would also fit I think. Oo, OR" Lily's theme" from Pokemon: Sun and Moon might fit better.)

Ragatha's boss Battle

Battle! (Lusamine) (Pokemon Sun and Moon)

(I couldn't really think of a good one for her)

Kinger's Room

Soul Sanctum (Hollow Knight)

(Could also be "Victory Road" from Pokemon: X and Y, Or if you're looking for something more upbeat, Merlee's mansion from Super Paper Mario! that one might sound too evile, though [Fun fact: I was so scared of Mimi's spider form as a kid, that I didn't end up getting past the second door and finishing the game until I was FOURTEEN])

(It could also be a whole host of other Hollow Knight songs)

Kinger's Boss Battle

Mantis Lords (Hollow Knight)

(OR "Twilight of the Gods" from Shadows of Valentia, or maybe even "Time to Fight!" From Xenoblade Chronicles (*cough* Dunban is the goat *cough*))

OKAY, for Jax, since he's so fucked up, I think his themes would be DRASTICLY different when comparing sentitience and none-sentience:

Jax's Room (sentient)

Hellfire Follies (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

Jax's Room (Non Sentient)

Inkwell Isle One (Cuphead)

Jax's Boss Battle (Sentient)

Colossal Wonders (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

Jax's Boss Battle (Non-sentient)

Fiery Frolic (Cuphead)

Another fun fact, King Dice's song is sung by a woman named Alana Bridgewater!

Gangle's Room

Shopping (Pokemon: X and Y)

Again, struggled with this one. Not sure if it fits too well.

(A general theme for Gangle could be Dimentio, Charming Magician from Super Paper Mario)

Gangle's Boss Battle

I've Had Enough Of You (Billie Bust Up)

And would you look at that, Michael's at it again.

Here's a female cover cus y'know Gangle's a girl

(For ones without vocals, maybe "Battle Team Flare" from Pokemon X and Y, "Fracktail Battle" or "It's Showtime" both from Super Paper Mario)

Zooble's Room

Spirit of Hospitality (Celeste)

(Could also be Crystal Peak from Hollow Knight!)

Zooble Boss Battle

Confronting myself (Celeste)

(I was struggling to decide between Heartache, Metal crusher (Undertale) and Battle Elite Four (Pokemon: Sun and Moon) but as soon I heard this, I KNEW)

Bonus:

Caine Boss Fight

BIG SHOT (Deltarune: Chapter 2)

I think that's all of them!

@sm-baby

#the amazing digital circus #carnival au #Youtube

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mabelstone · 3 months

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Nympho

matt stone x reader

part five of provocateur <3

part four | masterlist

word count: 3.5k

CW: this is a fucking rollercoaster lol. warning: sex (but not too much sorry), mentions of nausea

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I'd never seen anything like it. Even the airport in Dubai was something out of a movie, and that didn’t even come close to the beautiful city and the penthouse suite Trey had booked for us. I couldn’t even find the words, my mind struggling to keep up with what I was seeing. I’m sure I looked like a cartoon with wide, sparkling eyes with hearts shooting from them.

“Whadd’ya think?” He grinned from beside me, wheeling both of our suitcases to the walk-in wardrobe while I stared out the window, completely awestruck.

“It’s beautiful,” my assessment was beyond an understatement, the term not even coming close to the acclaim it deserved.

“And it’s all for you,” he announced, rolling up the cuffs on his dress shirt before popping open a bottle of champagne.

“Not for work?” I raised an eyebrow at him through a grin, striding across the sparkling marble tile to where he stood at the big, glossy, stone dining table.

“That? Oh, no. Work was just an excuse to get you here," he joked, pouring a glass for each of us.

“Well, that’s gotta be the worlds most expensive excuse ever," I started, cheersing glasses with him. "You know, you've already got me wrapped around your finger. I don't need anything fancy."

"I know," he smiled, slipping his big hand around my waist. "It is nice though, isn't it."

"This may be the best night of my life," I joked, though this was one of the most surreal moments for me. I'd never left the US in my whole 26 years of life.

“Oh, this is nothin'," he blew a raspberry through his lips, pulling my front into his by the small of my back. "You be a good girl, I'll give you so much more. This is just the beginning."

Holy fuckin' shit. This is a new side to Trey that is absolutely welcomed.

"But I am a good girl," I fluttered my eyelashes at him through a grin, letting out a squeal of surprise when he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. We skulled the rest of our glasses before he was throwing my down onto the bed, attacking my neck and chest with hot kisses, while I giggled with my fingers tangled in his hair.

You can imagine how the rest went.

In the morning I woke to sun bleeding through the curtains, bathing the suite in a warm golden glow. Our limbs tangled in the soft cotton sheets, Trey's big arm wrapped around me as I feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. The epitome of serenity.

Half asleep, he turned his head to me, groggily opening his eyes.

"Good morning," his voice was thick with sleep, kissing my forehead as I glowed on the inside.

Matt POV

I woke with a splitting headache and some inconvenient warmth spread across my lower half.

A leg. A leg that belongs to some random chick I picked up from the Little Red Door, the same place Y/N and I had our first kiss. Fuck her. I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to wipe any trace of her from my brain and instead use my few remaining braincells to plan a way to get this broad out of my bed. And out of my house, for that matter.

I can't even remember how I got here. The last thing I remember was doing shots with my boss after celebrating his divorce. The whole night was just so messy. All I know is that if I sit up too quick, I'm going to blow chunks all over my duvet and I don't want that. But... it would be the perfect way to get rid of the blonde mess beside me.

Then by some dumb strike of luck, she stirred awake, smudged eyeliner around her icy blue eyes like a cyborg panda hybrid blinking up at me. "Mmmm, good morning, Mr. Journalist," she groaned as she stretched, taking up too much of the bed for my liking.

"Hey... So, I've got work," I pushed through the nausea and climbed out of bed, stumbling around to pick up her clothes for her, tossing them at her feet. "I'm happy to call you an Uber?"

She paused for a moment, looking at me like I'd punched her in the face. "Wow," was all she said, shaking her head before peeling herself from the sheets, fully nude with no shame. "You're a total dick."

"I know," I sighed, though I felt no remorse. I was just happy she was so willing to leave. I've had a few run ins before where I've almost had to drag them out the door kicking and screaming.

"How's this for a headliner? 'Surprise! Douche bag journalist is a fuckwit.' Oh! Or, 'sleazy wannabe writer is really bad in bed'," She panted out while shimmying into her clothes, face red from anger, yet somehow, simultaneously paper pale from her hangover.

"You done?" I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I didn't have my contacts in, I could barely even see her. For the best.

"Are you going to write about this?" She taunted, seeing herself to the door.

Why would I waste anybody's time writing about some random bimbo nobody knows? "Wouldn't dream of it," I smiled tightly, obviously very fake, making sure to lock the door she slammed behind her. She yelled something at me from the front, but I didn't hear, nor did I care to know what she had to say.

Instead I stripped all my sheets and threw them straight into the washing machine, then threw myself into a near boiling shower and scrubbed off any evidence of the night before. So. Much. Glitter. Maybe I picked her up later in the night after the Little Red Door?

I am never drinking again.

Y/N POV

Trey makes me feel like a giddy teenager every time I'm with him. He ordered us breakfast in bed and we made... whatever is between sex and making love. I feel like those terms are not synonymous. I may have nearly called him Matt, but quickly saved it with, "Ma- my God, Trey." He didn't seem to notice.

We quickly jumped in the shower and got ready for his corporate lunch - the whole reason I'm here. I don't really understand, but who am I to argue with a good thing?

He looked absolutely delicious, dark grey suit with a matching tie, a crisp white button up for contrast. I wore a similar coloured dress that was maybe a bit too booby for this event, but conservatively reached my knees, so surely it cancels out. I kept a sheer Burberry cardigan slung over my arm in case the venue was chilly - compliments of Trey.

"Beautiful," he grinned, shoving his keys and wallet into his pockets. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," I nodded with a wide smile, one that I couldn't seem to wipe from my face the whole time.

We got a ride to the venue in a Cadillac Escalade, and for some reason, that was the first time I wondered just how rich this dude was. I made small talk with his driver, while Trey was stuck into his phone the whole drive.

"You have arrived," the driver spoke with a thick Polish accent, pulling up out the front of a massive stone building with the biggest water fountain I'd ever seen.

"Thank you," I smiled at him, stepping out in awe. This place just can't be real.

Trey led me into the main hall where there were at least fifteen round tables draped in lace cloth, red napkins to offset the harsh white.

"Trey," a heavy set man approached us with his hand out, giving him a real firm handshake that screamed 'I'm important'.

"Mr. Todd," he nodded with a tight smile.

"And who might this lovely lady be? A daughter we didn't know about?" The tall man, Mr. Todd I presume, took one of my hands into his.

"Let's hope not," I joked, then soon realised that mightn't be appropriate given the scenario. "Y/N, lovely to meet you, Mr. Todd."

"Please, you pretty ones get to call me Jason," he corrected me, kissing my knuckles. "The pleasure is all mine."

We moved through the room as we greeted Trey's colleagues, all looking very important and expensive. The women were all presumed partners of the colleagues and looked at least 20 years older than me. And at least 20 times more glamourous. I'm sure I stood out like a sore thumb, and it really had me wondering how many people actually thought I was Trey's daughter.

After what felt like an eternity of me awkwardly hovering between Trey and his colleagues, we were finally seated. I was starting to feel a bit left out, like some background noise that's slightly inconvenient.

The food came fast, thankfully; perfectly cooked chicken drowning in some sauce I couldn't quite pronounce. I listened in on the chatter, the occasional wife speaking to me over the table. I think they could sense my unease.

"So, Trey," another man in an expensive looking pressed suit put his hand to his mouth, deciding mid bite was the perfect time to speak. Quite the etiquette. "How are the kids?"

I nearly choked on what was in my mouth. Trey turned bright red. He seemed to nearly choke too, sputtering as he was caught off guard.

"Oh, yeah!" The mans' partner spoke up, pointing to Trey with her fork and wide eyes. "I heard May just started first grade. Are you and Lillian on speaking terms again?"

I felt instantly nauseated, smothered by an uncomfortable heat that rushed from my head to my toes.

"Uh, yeah," he cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with me. "They're all good." All?

"And your precious baby boy," she continued, swooning in her seat just to rub a bit more salt in the wound. "He's what, three months now? Do you see him much?"

"That's rude to ask," her husband clicked his tongue at her, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"That's not rude, honey!" She rolled her eyes, swatting his arm with her napkin. "You guys settled 50/50, didn't you, darling?"

"Yeah, I get 'em every weekend," Trey's voice was hushed as he admitted this, eyes boring into his untouched food.

I abruptly stood up, noisily pushing my chair out from under me. "Excuse me," I smiled as politely as I could, but I'm sure my face was as pale as snow and I was being anything but polite.

I headed straight for the exit, not sure what my game plan was. I don't speak any Arabic, but I'm sure I could find someone who speaks English. How hard could it be to signal for a cab?

The sick, hot feeling wouldn't leave, even as the most beautiful breeze embraced me. How could he lie to me?

"Y/N," Trey came rushing outside like a cliché movie scene. "I can explain." Uncanny how much this felt like a movie.

"I don't have kids, haven't got time for them," I reiterated what he'd told me many times.

"I thought it'd put you off," he sighed, reaching for my hand, but I dramatically jerked away from him.

"Put me off more than being lied to?" I scoffed incredulously, wondering how the fuck I ended up here. "The fact you lied is bad enough, but you've practically got a newborn! What the fuck?"

"I know, I'm sorry," he sighed again, running a hand through his sparse hair. "How can I make it up to you?"

"I want to go home." I crossed my arms over my chest, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Seriously?" He furrowed his brow, palms thrown up in front of him. "You're the textbook definition of a nymphomaniac, and you're upset that I have kids?"

"Let me go home." My tone was stern this time, trying to seem composed when really I was seconds off bursting into tears.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, calling his driver to collect me.

Next thing I knew, I was on a plane back home, red faced and angry, no doubt annoying everyone around me with my constant sniffling. Trey booked me an economy flight back home, and left me with enough money to get absolutely wasted on the plane. So I did without a second thought, polishing off two bottles of wine in no time. I would've had more if the air hostess didn't cut me off. I'm not sure the wine was helping my situation, but it didn't matter. I watched Pretty Woman, then the Notebook, then Forrest Gump, then cried my eyes out, and eventually fell asleep.

"...and on behalf of the crew bringing you to beautiful Manhattan, it is my pleasure to say, welcome home." I woke up to the announcement that we'd arrived, and groggily rested my head against the cold window as I watched the plane roll onto the tarmac.

Fuck, Trey drove me here.

I could get an Uber.

Or...

"Hello?" Matt answered groggily, sounding both confused and as if he'd just woken from a coma.

"It's 6pm, why were you sleeping?"

"Big night," he groaned, sounding inconvenienced. "What do you want?"

"Can you please... pick me up?" I suddenly felt very self conscious. The worst he could say is no, right?

"From Dubai?" He chuckled, and I could hear some shuffling from his line.

"No... JFK Airport." Here it comes, I thought. Laugh at me. Tell me 'I told you so' like the dick you are. Or, 'I last longer in bed than you did on that trip.'

"Oh," he sounded surprised. A big pause. "I'll be there in 40." Then the line went dead.

While I waited (and wallowed in self pity) I dawdled around the stores, opting to buy Matt a blueberry danish as my pathetic version of a thank you. I know how much he loves them.

He rocked up pretty much exactly 40 minutes later, handsome as ever in his stupid Mercedes. He reached over the passenger to open my door for me, immediately looking confused.

"All you have is a little paper bag," he noted, brows furrowed as he scanned me. "What, your bags get held up at customs? Is that why you're back? Trafficking drugs or something?"

"No, dick," I smiled for the first time in 15 hours, thrusting the danish into his hands. "My stuff is still in Dubai," I mumbled self consciously, throwing myself into the heated leather seat.

"So... where's Daddy Warbucks?" He grinned that stupid cocky grin that always struggled to read the room.

I pursed my lips, tilting my head to him, puffy, watery eyes on full display now.

"Oh... shit, I'm sorry, kid," he frowned, awkwardly patting my shoulder. "What happened?"

"He lied to me a bunch," I laughed dryly, running a hand over my face. "You were right. Total douche. Has, I don't even know how many kids. Made me look stupid in front of all these rich people."

"Is that why you're dressed like the First Lady?"

I tried to be angry but I couldn't, ugly laughing at his stupid (but accurate) joke.

"Mhm. He called me a nympho and everything," I rolled my eyes, that hadn't stopped stinging once. "Like, seriously, what kind of man would complain about that?"

"Yeah, seriously," he shook his head in disagreement. "It's literally my favourite thing about you."

"Can we just go home?" I rubbed my eyes. I then realised what I'd said, and that home wasn't the same place for us both. "Ah, sorry, my home."

"Aw, you wanna come home with me!" He joked, grabbing my knee. For a split second, I swear a fire ignited inside of me at his touch. "I'll take better care of you than Daddy Warbucks did, Annie."

"Oh my God, I forgot that you fucked Annie!" I laughed again, covering my mouth with my hands at his accidental double entendre.

"Come on, dude, you know I meant Annie the orphan," he sighed, face bright red as he pulled onto the street. "Don't ruin a nice thing."

When we got back to his, he ordered Chinese takeout and we sat on his sheet-less bed with the tv turned off. He was more interested in my failed trip.

"What, in front of everyone?" He paused in shock, chopsticks frozen mid air, just inches from his mouth.

"Yup," I sighed, glad that his reaction made me feel reassured. "Ah, well. I don't want to be a step mother."

"Yeah, fuck that," he shook his head taking a big swig of his beer. "And fuck that dude. Fuckin' asshole."

"Well, it lead me right to you," I grinned, noting the way his cheeks pinkened, despite his little murmured, idiot.

"Wanna get drunk?" He suggested, and how could I say no? Especially when I knew where it would land me - right underneath him.

We threw back shots, seeing who could keep a straighter face. I lost, miserably. Then we somehow ended up on the couch with my legs in his lap. And then as our speech began to slur and slow completely, my brain struggled to keep up with my mouth, and before I knew it, I was confessing, "this is like, your fault, dude."

"What's my fault?" He raised his eyebrows, toying with the hem of his shirt I was wearing.

"You always had me confused when we'd hook up," I blabbered on, not even processing what I was saying. "If things were more set in stone, I wouldn't have went out with Trey. Hah... set in stone. Get it?" I giggled, missing the way his expression hardened.

"What do you mean set in stone?"

"I dunno," I shrugged, lazily letting my head roll over the armrest of the couch. "I liked you. More than just a fuck."

"You cut things off with me?" He spoke pointedly, his arms now folded. "That's a bit unfair to say."

"What?" I picked my head up to face him, the room spinning around me. "I literally asked you if you'd be with me and you went, 'uh- um- uhh-' like a moron."

"Yeah, after you started seeing someone else." He was combative now. Awesome. Just shut the fuck up, girl. This won't end well.

"Yeah, but you didn't know that."

"I could see the Tinder notifications on your phone," he rolled his eyes, pushing my legs off him gently. "You're not the most discrete person."

"Whatever, I don't wanna talk about this."

"You brought it up!" He groaned emphatically, scrubbing a hand over his stubble. "If you don't wanna talk about this, why fucking say anything?"

"Jeez, can you relax," now it was my turn to harden my expression. "Stop acting like you care. You just wanted sex. Like everyone else."

"Why do you ruin everything?" He scoffed, climbing off the couch with a huff. "Maybe if you started respecting yourself, you'd realise you have a lot more going for you than your body."

I froze then. "What, you had a little crush on me?"

"Wasn't little," he shook his head, pouring himself another hefty shot. "And see? You undermine everything. That's why we wouldn't work. That's why I never set anything in stone, as you put it."

"Matt, I didn't know," I followed him to the kitchen, instantly sober. "I'm sorry, I thought you weren't interested. Like that."

He didn't speak, just stared right through me.

Wordlessly, I stepped forward and took his face in my hands, pulling him close enough that I could see each pore, each beautiful freckle, each little sign of his ageing that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

I kissed him differently than I'd grown accustomed to. No, this was like our first kiss at the Little Red Door. I was gentle, ghostlike over his lips, breathing him in. He took a moment, but then he grabbed my face back, kissing me with all the force of a single feather. He was warm, and he smelt good, and God I hate to admit it, but I actually missed him.

We moved synchronously, gentle and tender, our feet sweeping us away into his bedroom. But this time, I had the suspicion that it wouldn't be our regular type of sex.

And I was right.

Lips connected the whole time, we stripped off our clothes, tenderly touching one another as if we were memorising every shape and curve. He slipped himself inside of me with ease, both of us exhaling sharply through our noses.

We moved slowly together, my arms strewn over his shoulders as he skilfully rolled his hips against mine, warm fingers digging into the soft parts of my body. We exchanged breaths and pants, only disconnecting our lips to deliver praise. There was passion without all the aggression, sweat and cursing that came with it. Just pure desire.

I think we definitely still like each other.

Was this love making?

maybe one more chapter?

#enemies to lovers #matt stone smut #matt stone x reader

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itsjusteds · 1 month

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Guys I think I'm girl bossing a little too close to the sun. I think I'm actually winning the fist fight with the commitment issues. Who knew all it took was a hyperfixation on a musical about spies to cure me. I'm drawing every Spies are Forever character daily until I've drawn all 55 characters.

Today's character is the menu lady from the restaurant scene, Day 42/55

#i have so many russian goons left its actually unfunny #im going to Florida all of next week but we dont stop the saf grind 💪💪💪#shes having trouble between the nuclear arms deal and the only shoot we need the suspects alive #so silly #so queen #eddies daily thing #spies are forever #tcb #tin can bros #tin can brothers #saf #saf fanart #spies are forever fanart

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hgejfmw-hgejhsf · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday!

I am eternally grateful for the tags each week. This week, my thanks are directed towards @kiwiana-writes, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, and @affectionatelyrs!

I promise that once we get past the Halloween, Huh prompt fest, for which I am writing oodles and oodles of anonymous words I can't yet reveal to you, I'll have much more juicy content for future Wednesdays. For now, have a small chunk of something I've had to set aside for a bit but that I will 100% be coming back to just as soon as I get past girl bossing too close to the sun for my first ever fest. And send me all the good writing vibes you can that I can finish these fics up in the next 16 days!

Alex could almost convince himself that he’s pulled up an old interview from the day of Philip’s wedding. Henry is dressed in the very same clothing that was once smeared with thick globs of buttercream…so probably not the exact same clothing, Alex thinks with the smallest of fond smiles. But to look at Henry’s face, at the hollowed out expression in his eyes, his sunken cheeks, the gray tinge to his skin that not even the royal makeup artists could cover, is more than enough to indicate that this is not the same prince Alex once had convinced himself he hated with every fiber of is being. This shell of the Henry he knew, the Henry he still loves, is suffering under the weight of his family’s legacy.

Any writer out there who sees this and feels compelled to share, please do so! I want to see what everyone is working on!

#wip wednesday #my writing #my fics #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fanfiction

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tomboyjessie13 · 4 months

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Part 5 here: "Now, let the Fun Begin!" — Medea's Little Secret - Part 5 (tumblr.com)

Medea's Little Secret - Part 6

Medea's room, DIO's Mansion The next day

The day has finally arrived, Daniel J. D'Arby walks to the front of the mansion with a pet carrier in his hand, meanwhile Medea gave the kitten some water as they waited, unbeknownst to her however is that outside of her room was DIO himself, hanging upside down on the ceiling and hiding in the shadows so that no one can see him, one of them was Kenny G, who walked up to her door.

Kenny G: *Knocking*

Medea: Who's there?

Kenny G: It's me, Kenny.

Medea: *Gets up* Coming! *Goes to the door and opens it* Yeah?

Kenny G: D'Arby's older brother is here, and he has a pet carrier with him.

Medea: Oh good, he made it. *Steps out of the room, she was just about to close the door when....*

DIO: *Summons [The World]*

*TIME STOP*

DIO:.... *Gets off the ceiling and was about to go into her room, but then sees that the curtains are opened, allowing sunlight in* Tch, shit, that girl knows damn well that I'm allergic to the sun....

[The World]: *Goes into the room to close the curtains for him*

DIO: Much better. *Sneaks into the room and hides*

*TIME RESUMES*

Medea: *Shuts door, unaware that DIO's inside the room* Took him long enough. *Starts heading for the first floor*

Kenny G: *Follows behind* Bad traffic I guess, it is lunch hour after all.

Medea: Riiiight right.

DIO: *Listening out through the wall, making sure they're gone*.... *Comes out of hiding*.... Now where is that little furball? *Looks around the room*

Cyndi: Mew~

DIO: *Looks down* Hm?

Cyndi: *By her water bowl* Mew~ *Walks to him*

DIO: .................

Cyndi: *Brushes up against his leg*

DIO: *Picks her up with his left hand, she fits perfectly into his palm* Such a puny little creature....*Gently scratches her chin with his right forefinger's sharp nail*

Cyndi: *Purring*....*Bites his finger, but doesn't hurt him due to being a baby*

DIO: Small, friendly, innocent, playful, I can see why Medea likes you so much....You're the reason why she's in such a good mood as of late?....I'm not too keen on your kind, but be thankful I that dislike dogs more than you. *Gently scratches her bottom*

Cyndi: *Purring*

DIO: ....*Smirks, getting an idea* Hmmm.... You've been stuck indoors for quite a while, haven't you? Why don't I give you some "fresh air"? *Summons [The World]*

[The World]: *Takes Cyndi and goes to the window*

DIO: *Steps away from the window's direction*

[The World]: *Opens the curtains and windows, allowing a breeze to come in*....*Puts Cyndi down by the window sill*

Cyndi: Mew~ *Sniffing around the sill*

DIO: Goodbye, little one....enjoy the sunlight while you still can. *Leaves the room and shuts the door* Fufufufufu....

Cyndi: *Looking out the window* Mew~....Mew~....*Looking at the ground beneath* Mew~....*Jumps back into Medea's room and goes to her water bowl to drink*....Mew?....*Touches water with her paw, it was frozen solid, completely undrinkable*....

*FLAPPING*

Cyndi: *Turns around to the sounds of flapping, and sees Pet Shop there, standing on the windowsill, glaring at the small kitten menacingly*

Pet Shop: ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

Art Gallery

J. D'Arby: *Looking at the paintings, pet carrier in hand*

Medea: *Approaches him* There you are, Daniel, I was wondering where you are.

J. D'Arby: Oh just looking at our boss' paintings, he sure has a thing for culture.

Medea: Tell me about it, I wonder how he got a hold of them? Anyways, she's up in my room. *Goes there*

J. D'Arby: *Follows behind* Terrific.

T. D'Arby: *Walking past him* Hello brother.... So, what's the pet carrier?

J. D'Arby and Medea: *Shocked* O_O

Medea: *Nervous* Uh, he was uh.... getting it cleaned for his cat? ([Atum]: No no no no no no no.)

T. D'Arby: I don't think so.

J. D'Arby: I'm trading it in for a new one! OvO''' ([Atum]: No no no no no no no.)

T. D'Arby: Try again.

Medea: *Fed up* Ok, fine, we're busted. I've been hiding the kitten Enyaba told me to get rid of for the last few days because I wanted to keep her, but decided to give her away to your brother so she can be safe from DIO and Vanilla Ice.

T. D'Arby: Oh, I knew that, I thought you were smuggling weed or something. *Goes away*

Medea: .....*Angry* YOU KNEW THE WHOLE TIME AND DIDN'T TELL ME!?

T. D'Arby: *Turns around* Well yeah, [Atum] detected your lies and knew you've been hiding her since day 1.

Medea: And you didn't bother helping me because?....

T. D'Arby: I have to keep up appearances.

Medea: *Calms down* Oh....You owe me big for that.

T. D'Arby: How about over F-Mega?

Medea: *Walks away* An asskicking seems appropriate.

J. D'Arby: *Follows her* Jerk.

Medea's Room

They went to her room, it was shut, but something about the air feels.... off.

Medea: Hm?....Did you feel that?

J. D'Arby: Yeah, the air is cold, did you finally get air conditioning?

Medea: No, this mansion's too old for them, ah forget it, *opens the door* Shu shu shu shu, Cyndiiii~ D'Arby's here to ta-....*Stops in mid-sentence, shocked. Her bedsheets were torn to shreds and there was also scratch marks and feathers all over the carpet.* MY BED!

J. Daniel: *Shocked* What the hell!?

Medea: Dang it Cyndi, did you tear my bed? *Checks under the bed* Cyndi? Cyndiiiii? Where are you?

J. Daniel: *Looks around the room and sees that the window was open, as well as there being feathers on the ground.... his blood suddenly ran cold when he realized what it was* ....Uh Medea, remember when I said the air was cold?

Medea: *Sits up* Yeah?

J. D'Arby: *Holds up a feather* Do you recognize these feathers?

Medea: *Sees the feather, then sees claw marks, then the frozen water bowl, then the window, her face started to become more drained and pale the more she sees, she now understands what happened and it's filling her with dread* Oh god....oh my god, OH MY GOD!

*FALCON SCREECHING FROM OUTSIDE*

Medea: *Hearing that now made her panic* NO! PET SHOP! *Goes to the window and sees a trail of feathers and icicles* PET SHOP! *Jumps out* DON'T KILL HER!

J. D'Arby: MEDEA!

Medea: *Breaks her fall with [Flogging Molly]* STOP IT! *Follows the trail* LEAVE KITTEN ALONE!

Vanilla Ice: *Sticks his head out the window from the guest room* What's going on out here?

T. D'Arby: *From the front door* Medea?

Kenny G: *Behind D'Arby* Oh shit....

Medea: PET SHOP! *Turns the corner* PLEASE! LEAVE CYNDI....a....lone....

She completely froze in place upon reaching the fountain, she could barely breath or move, and her legs felt like jelly. In front of her was Pet Shop, covered in blood, scratch marks, and standing on a pile of icicles that are stabbing the ground....and what remains of the kitten....Pet Shop has hunted down killed poor Cyndi.

Medea: ........................... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She let out a scream so loud that nearly all of Islamic Cairo could hear her, just as the bells rang, meaning that it's 2 PM....

Third Floor Bedroom

DIO stayed put in his armchair, reading his book and drinking his wine. He looks up for a moment when he hears her screams, then goes back to reading his book, as if it was nothing but a simple inconvenience.

DIO: ....I told everyone "No cats and dogs" and I meant it, Enyaba....

Enyaba: Agreed, my Lord. She of all people should know that by now, Pet Shop did the right thing in teaching her a lesson.

Aswan, Egypt

Meanwhile, by the time all this was going down, the Oingo Boingo brothers were hanging by the docks overlooking the Nile River, looking more downtrodden than usual as if they knew something was wrong.

*BELL RINGING*

Oingo and Boingo: *Hears the bells from a distance*

Oingo: 2 PM....*Takes off his hat and place it on his heart, sad* ....We're really sorry, Meds.

Boingo: *Also sad* For once, I wish [Thoth]'s predictions can change in some way.... *He rereads his book, revealing the prediction that was given to them yesterday, it reads:*

[Thoth]: Big sister wanted to keep the kitten, and so did the Oingo Boingo brothers, but unfortunate circumstances don't want it to happen. So big sister turned to an unlikely person for help: A notorious gambler whom she hated because he's a dirty cheater, but he loved cats and wants to take care of her, so she agreed to let him keep her.

"Hurray!" Big sister yelled in glee, now the kitten has a new home, and the gambler lives nearby so she can come visit.

Sadly, that happiness was short-lived, because around 2 PM, the kitten somehow escaped from big sister's room through the window, and just as she did, a big scary falcon came swooping down and ate the poor kitten for lunch, making big sister cry....

End of Part 6

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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Man I'm punching I wish I had a cute sugar daddy.

I have a dream about yandere Emmetdressing me up and heat fancy clothes the golden collar around my neck showing me off to his colleagues. He has a smug smile on his face noticing all the jealous looks he's getting.

That smile quickly fading when he notices that I'm getting a little too comfortable with another man. Bringing me here was supposed to be a treat for being a good girl...oh well punishment time.

and now that's all I've been thinking about for a week

RO! BELOVED! As noodle you blog still brings me joy, I hope I can do this justice. You’re wish is my command!

🔞18+🔞

CW : yandere, heavily implied Stockholm syndrome, spanking, choking, overstimulation, semi public area.

Lemme know if I missed anything!🔞

You had been so good! So well behaved too and what better reward than showing you off? Granted you will still be close to him and have a claim on you. But what’s the worst that can happen?

He dressed you so cutely too! Sun dresses were the perfect balance of casual and classy, those white thigh highs with hearts and flats to go with it make the whole outfit!

Oh and that new collar he bought you that matched! With a bright pretty heart shaped tag that had his name and number on it like you’d ever get lost!

Only the best for his beloved darling.

“You look so verrry cute! My beloved darling is just perfect!” Emmet coos, hugging you tightly and leaving kissing all over your face.

“Thank you Em.” You giggle, leaning into his affection.

“Hm I wonder if we have any bracelets to cover those marks on your wrist, I’m sorry I left you tied up for sooo long.” You watch as he runs around looking for the perfect set of brackets to hide the cuff marks.

You’d think with it being so long they would’ve healed by now.

“Perfect! The gold matches your collar perfectly, are you ready darling? Remember don’t stray far from me.”

“Of course.”

And you two were off to the office party.

All his colleagues were there and some with their families.

Emmet’s grin turned smug with all the looks you two were getting. You look so precious with your arm hooked around his.

Emmet always knew you were a looker and is proud to admit that. You’re his partner after all, and he wants everyone here to know it.

People came up to speak to both of you, some asked how you two met which he was happy to talk about. Love at first battle, truly!

But you also had other walk up to talk to you, you are their boss’s girl after all, it was only natural.

But after a few hours he noticed you weren’t against his side anymore. Looking to see where you were he feels his breathing catch in his throat.

You look so content with another man touching your arm, giggling and smiling at whatever you two are talking about.

Emmet can feel his blood boiling, rage over taking him as he watches this man trail his hand up and gently tug on your collar.

This was suppose to be a reward for being a good pet, and this is how you want to be? Fine, two can play at this game.

“Terribly sorry, but me and my wife must be off!” He grabs your arm and waves everyone off.

“But Em we-“

“Daring, aren’t we?” His cold tone made you quiet.

Emmet pulls you out of the party but not out of the building, taking you down a hallway right to his office.

He shoves you in and locks the door.

“Now what was that?” Emmet’s grin is nothing but filled with malice.

“What was what?” You try to hide your smile, knowing what’s coming next

“Oh you want a punishment, don’t you? Well darling happy to provide, after you let another man touch what’s mine.”

You moan when he grips the ring of your collar and yanks you towards him. Slamming his lips against yours and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

His hands slide up your legs and grasp the backs of your thighs, lifting you up and dropping you on his desk. Breaking the kiss with a yelp once you felt the hard wood of the desk beneath you.

“I’m going to make sure you and everyone else in the building knows you’re mine.”

Emmet rips your underwear off you. Grabbing your thighs before yanking you down so your flat on your back and ass hanging off the desk.

“Aw my little darling, wet already? You were thinking about this weren’t you?” Emmet teases. Flipping your dress up he crouches down and settles himself between you legs.

Hands gripping your legs to keep them apart, cooing when he sees how your slick trickles down and onto the floor. Emmet leans in and gives an attentive lick, then another before he spits on your hole, wrapping his arm around your hips to hold you still. Freeing up his other hand up, he moves two fingers to rub your spit covered hole, pushing them in while he sucks on your clit.

You feel him hum against you while you squirm, hand over your mouth to try and stay quiet. But emmet isn’t going to help you.

In fact he pushes his fingers in to the last knuckle, thrusting them in your slowly before crooking the upwards. Laughing against you when your back arches.

The loud and wet sounds coming from your cunt while Emmet finger fucks you are obscene. You can’t hold back your sounds anymore when you lightly sucks your pulsing nub.

“F-fuck!” It feels so good, you’re almost there!

“Noooo!” You whine when he pulls away from your dripping pussy.

You quickly silence yourself as he grips your chin and gets eye level with you, his silver eyes glowing in the dim light of the office.

“You will take what I give you, understand?”

“Yes sir.” You just want to cum so badly.

“Good little darling.” He leans back up, moaning as he licks his fingers clean.

You hear the sound of his pants dropping. You squirm, already so pent up and just wanting him to fuck you.

His cock is already drooling, he is just addicted to you! He grinds himself against you, making sure his dick is coated in your slick.

“Mm, do you think that bastard will hear you? I think so, in fact? I hope so.”

That was you only warning before he slams himself into you. He laughs and coos in between his own gasps.

While you toss your head back and scream out, the pleasurable burning of the stretch he gives you. It’s too much.

Emmet keeps his eyes locked where you two meet, you’re clenching him so tightly! And gushing too. He must’ve not given you enough time to wind down before starting.

“Are you cumming already? Such a naughty darling!” He bites back his own moan and starts a rough pace.

He shows no mercy, fucking you through your orgasm. You keep crying out, legs around his hips, arms around his shoulders, clawing and gripping at his coat.

“Listen to you, you sound like suuuch a whore! Mmhm! My whore is so good at taking my cock.”

He angle’s his hips and shifts your hips higher to repeatedly abuse and slam against that sweet spot inside you.

You squeal, tears filling up your eyes from all the pleasure.

“Your whore! Only yours!” You’ve been through this long enough to know what he wants.

“Ah! My darling.” Emmet leans down and gives you a sloppy kiss.

You hold him close. Eye squeezing shut, your sounds muffled by his intense wet kiss. You throw you head back once more.

“Cumming! Please!” You don’t know what you’re pleading for.

He doesn’t slow down. He moves a hand from your waist to you clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

Emmet’s mouth is agape, drool dripping down, his face as flushed as yours, he can’t get enough of the feeling of you.

Especially the way you cum, like now, back arched, hips grinding against him for more, sounding like a cock hungry whore.

“So good f’me! Mm maybe I can make you louder.”

“W-wait, Emmet, please do-“

He was already pulling out of you, flipping you over, hands gripping your hips, making sure your chest is flat against his desk and ass in the air before he plunges back into you.

“You’re gonna cum for again like a good girl.”

Your collar’s tag jingles loudly with the rough movements. You yelp when you feel his hand connect harshly against your ass.

“Ooo I liked those sounds.” You can only squeal with each smack.

His thrusts constantly hitting your end, the pain of his smacks mixing with the pleasure.

Your ass is burning by the time he stops. Your collar is a little twisted after all this, which is perfect for him.

You feel Emmet lean over a little before your collar is turned, the d-ring now facing him, and with a quick pull your back bows out.

“Now normally I like my hands around your throat, but this works.” He pants. Your choked gasps and strained moans going straight to his cock. His teeth digging into your exposed shoulder and side of your neck.

You grip the edges of the desk, eyes rolling back. You move your hips with his. He lets go of your collar allowing you to breath.

You gasp for air, sobs quickly mixing with your breathing.

“G-gonna cum! It’s too muuch! Emmet! Fuck!”

“That’s right, cum for me.” He moans

He slips a hand down to play with your sensitive pussy once more.

Crying out with you as you both cum.

“Such a good pretty girl! My darling! All mine!”

His cum fills you up, almost too much as it drips onto the floor.

You fall limp, chest heaving.

“Em.” Your voice was so soft and hoarse while you blindly reach for one of his hands.

He lays carefully on top of you, taking a hold and placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Are you alright enough to make it home?”

You numbly nod your head. Emmet rubs your cheek with the back of his other hand.

“Good, cause you’re walking out of here with my cum dripping out of you, your torn underwear is useless to you, buuut it’s staying with me.”

You flush l, it’s going to be so embarrassing to do so, but at least this punishment was lighter than the last.

But the look in his eyes tells you it’s just starting.

#🔞🔞🔞#this one is for you Ro!#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon fanfic #pokemon smut #pokemon emmet x reader smut #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon emmet #yan emmet #smut

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dairy-farmer · 2 years

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No because I live when fics bring in the social media aspect of the world into fics but I think it would go beautifully with secretary!Tim because the media will go insane

Like Lois and Vicky I know are dragging Bruce through the mud and Dick reading the papers would also strengthen his disapproval over the relationship

Now Timmy’s presence in social media would be what I wanna see because try as I might I know he would be an inspiration for many as he bagged a wealthy bachelor and kept him

Like I want Timmy to be a material girl dripping in diamonds and flaunting his relationship to the public via social media

a fic purely from the social media POV would be incredible i've seen fics like that that are so well done but i don't think i have the chops for that since it's almost all dialogue and i'm much more of a narrative and describe-the-scene and feelings type of person but i can see it so much!!

vicky does this because she wants the best story, because she and bruce used to have something and maybe its gross of her to be petty and use this as a chance for revenge when so many people are guninely upset at the situation reguarding the city's most generous philanthropist. lois is dedicated to publishing the truth, as damning and vile as it is and the evidence is pretty fucking damning but i think a part of her is also betrayed because she's been in tim's shoes, millions of women have. you're working late and your "boss" makes far too many uncomfrotable comments about the two of you being the only ones who are in the office and "who knows what could happen". it hits too close to home and maybe that's why she's letting it blind her a bit, but bruce was clark's friend (she though he'd been her friend too) and clark had been fumbling, trying to come up with a justification, an excuse. saying things that the justice league was saying like mind control or magic or something.

but lois...all lois had seen was another man trying to protect and justify his fellow man. she'd been unsurprised when clark had slinked back, a discomfort in his face and posture when he reported back that bruce was fine and he was going through with it, he was really going through marrying someone barely out of highschol, someone barely kon's age. clark and kon had never really gotten along, ma and pa had refused to speak to him for a week after they saw kon on the news (they'd been so mad)and just knew. they'd demanded clark "bring him home" and that was that.

clark and kon hadn't progressed much and evenetually kon's desperation to be liked had tapered off and he'd befriended a few other teen superheroes and mostly ignored both clark and lois when they came to visit in smallvill much to ma and pa's sadness which is what had prompted clark to try forging a bond between them.

not that kon reciprocated. apparently he'd writtten clark off (and lois by proxy which had strangely hurt her feelings) as a lost cause but kon was tim's approximate physical age and clark had gotten fond enough of kon that it made him uncomfortable. that had really pissed lois off. that clark was only upset at that part he related to. did he think of tim at all in the scenario?

tim who had been a talented photographer according to his highschool teachers that lois had dug up. his art teacher had urged him to go to art school since he'd grown disillusioned with the school system and had little interest in higher education institutions. lois stared at old instagram pictures by tim of gotham's skyline, of poverty stricken areas with boarded up windows but happy children playing in the street with the sun shining down on them. despite their enviornment and less than kind habitation their joy had shone through like they were saying 'hey we're still here! we live here!' unlike the dreary black and white shots of lower income neighborhoods in metropolis that won the yearly award for best work much to jimmy's constant dismay.

the photos had tapered off since then but recently been revamped when tim had posted an engagement photo. his friends that had been following him and apparently fallen out of contact with him replied with scattered '!!!!!! DUDE!!!?????'.

though those were buried by fresher responses since it'd been posted a day before that infamous press conference where bruce had...smiled and said tim wasn't pregnant yet. but tim's friends had been surprised and shocked at his engagement. they hadn't even known he'd been seeing anyone. that plus the messy situation with his parents who he hadn't spoken to since he'd walked out of the house with a suitcase the day after his graduation. jack drake had tried filing a police report for a missing person two days later but the GCPD had rebuffed him stating timothy was unharmed, willingly left, completed his state madated education and was, apparently, emancipated by a judge at 16.

alone. young. isolated. and then came bruce wayne.

so many young people with no idea of what was occuring were on tim's instagram cheering him on and congradulating him and joking like 'bestie you were supposed to get that bread, get that head, then leave 😩' and different variants of 'when will it be my turn 😭'.

lois had to walk away from her laptop while quoting them, because none of them seemed to grasp just how imbalanced the entire relationship was.

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just the media caught between some smear campaigne agianst bruce, vacilalting between condemning tim as well or expressing sympathy for them!! online hustler culture being much olouder and dying the fire down faster and making tim out to be a gold digger but phrasing it as a good thing and an achievement. i think it's only a year later where the reaction shift from that mish mash of stuff to a more quiet '...oh 😀' when tim has a baby. lois has an extra drink that night and tells clark to tell 'fuck you' to bruce for her and clark doesn't have the heart to tell her that bruce is currently on paternity leave and and dick is acting as batman and might be more quietly pissed than she is.

!!!! it would be such an interesting way to see everyone else's reaction outside of what bruce and tim see and pay attention to. of course they know it's not well recieved but they don't actually see or know how it affects others outside gotham.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks #civilian au

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effervescentdragon · 2 years

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Happy 15 years of Spygate!

Saw someone say “McLaren got the punishment, but Renault was also spying”. And I thought “well Renault cover couldn’t be blown because Fernando wasn’t there”. Today it hit me.

Fernando is leaving Alpine because there’s nothing he can Leo sun bully girl boss blackmail them into blowing the company!

I have no clue what potentially Alpine would be up to. Sabotaging Lewis? Nando would be looking the other way on that one.

Also mr. Stroll, better get your finances in order! Peach man is coming!

Hello anon, you're wonderful! HAPPY SPYGATE ANNIVERSARY! 🥳🎊🎉

Mind you, i try to think of Fernando as little as possible due to reasons of mental health, BUT this is objectively the most hillarious thing i've learned about F1. How one man can embody the malicious pixie shit stirrer trope so perfectly, and still somehow get away with it, I have no idea. Spygate, Crashgate... Nobody Does It Like Nando i guess?

I only wish we'd get some spice soon too, and by spice i mean Ferrari illegal engine or something. That Stroll/Wolff cheating thing didnt even come close to the levels of Spygate, BUT, as you so wisely pointed out, Nando IS going to Strolls Empire next year, and Stroll Sr. at least has some experience in corporate espionage.

Let the games begin.... 👀

#thank you anon this brightened my day #lovely anons <3 #spygate #akira answers asks

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yoori-ya · 1 year

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It was late, and the sky directly above me was a nighttime black. As my gaze drifted towards the horizon, I was surprised to find the sky still faint with orange--the remnants of the sunset still smoldering.

Right, we're further down south. Sun takes longer to set.

It was pretty, but I've seen more stunning views. I'm still thinking about it though, so its sticking power is undeniable. Maybe I'm hanging onto the small jolt of joy from little surprises. Or maybe it was bigger than that. Maybe it was the music blasting, the little homes peering over the fence to take a peek at the jam, and the of connections with friends from far flung places tugging at me gently. All of that thrown into the beaker of a moment, and a drop of the dying day to transform it into something special.

II.

Someone behind the counter asked me a question about my tacos in Spanish. We were close to the border. Spanish was the first language here, but time and lack of use had ground mine down to an embarassing nub. I blinked a few times; the starter clicking, but not connecting to my language engine. "Uh." (Senior Ruiz would have been so disappointed).

Thankfully the gentleman standing beside me stepped in (let's call him Taco Dude). "He's asking if you want everything on your tacos."

I nodded vigorously. "Oh. Yes. Please. Everything."

"Si, todos," Taco Dude called out for me.

We slid our trays down the counter. Taco Dude then asked the lady making tortillas (henceforth, Tortilla Lady) something in Spanish, and she handed him a plate of grilled vegetables with a pair of tongs.

Damn, Taco Dude has the hook-up, I thought to myself, and maybe it showed on my face because Tortilla Lady caught my eye and smiled. She then asked me something in Spanish.

I blinked rapidly a few times again. "Uh."

"Do you want some grilled vegetables?" Taco Dude translated for me.

"Oh, yes. Please." And like that, I too was handed a plate of greased veggies on a pair of even greasier tongs. I peered over at K and K. They were never offered the grilled vegetables. This was definitely The Hook-up, I observed. Nice.

Taco Dude and Tortilla Lady also crusaded for me against El Jefe, the guy running the adobado station. His hands were stained red from handling the spiced meat all day and sweat poured down the crags of his grizzled face from standing before the open grill for god knows how many hours. El Jefe exuded Big Boss aura and even Taco Dude reverently referred to him as such.

El Jefe must have forgotten about my order or something, and Taco Dude tried to make doubly sure El Jefe knew I was waiting on two adobados. El Jefe just grunted like a bull shaking off a fly (but thanks anyways Taco Dude). At one point Tortilla Lady noticed I was still standing and waiting, and started talking shit to El Jefe about my tacos. I knew it was about me and my tacos because she pointed at me and I caught the words "ella" and "abodada" and "tiempo." She also looked and sounded pretty pissed.

El Jefe though was the supreme master of that slowly rotating, fat-dripping vertical rotisserie of pork, and he gave zero fucks whether he'd forgotten some small asian girl's abodada order at 10:30 PM on a Saturday night. He waved off Tortilla Lady's tirade with a flick of the wrist. Tortilla Lady looked like she was about to stab El Jefe with her tongs.

I stood there behind the counter, watching this clash of kitchen titans unfold and wishing I could remember how to say "It's no big deal, I can wait. Please don't get mad” in Spanish.

Eventually I got my abodada tacos, and the kindness of Taco Dude and Tortilla Lady have been immortalized on this blog.

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thebrideofmunson · 2 years

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Sweet sweet relief

JJ Maybank x fem! reader smut

word count: 2k

"You know, I could make you cum." Both you and your best friend have been going through dry spells, so he offers to help you out.

Warnings: Underage drinking and smoking, fingering, oral(f receiving) sex, backshots(f receiving),some slight choking and spanking, language, over stimulation, praise kink, and JJ being an ass guy

The sun was setting just beyond the marsh. The pogues were all sitting around the fire drinking after a long day out on the beach, except for you and JJ who were laying in the hammocks.

"So," JJ started, "how's life been?"

You guys sat in different hammocks facing across from each other. Looking up at the sky you think, sighing at how slow the past few weeks have been.

"Boring. I thought I'd be happy when my boss let me drop a shift, but I've had nothing to do." JJ nods in response.

"How's life been for you?" You shift onto your side to get a better look at him, propping yourself up on your elbow. JJ wracked his eyes up the curve of your body before meeting your gaze for just a second too long.

"It's actually been pretty good, except for the dry spell I've been going through." Your nose scrunched up at him.

"Ew JJ, is sex the only thing you ever think about?" He gave you a knowing look before shifting in his seat to be more comfortable.

"No, I also think about girls, their butts, money, and weed." You both laugh at your best friend's immaturity. JJ pulls down the branch above him and starts picking off the leaves, tossing them at you. You flinch and throw them back at him.

"I haven't been going through a dry spell per say," you look down and pick at the stitching of the hammock, "I've hooked up with plenty of guys recently, it's just that not a single one of them has made me cum." One thing you cherished about your friendship with JJ is that you could say anything to him without it being weird. It's been that way since you first sat together in 7th grade U.S history.

"You know, I could make you cum." The blonde stopped his leafy assault on you and leaned back, closing his eyes. You lightly kick his side.

"You wish Maybank."

A week later you and your friends decided to hold a kegger. Still attempting to chase an orgasm you snuck off with some random. So here you were sitting on a log as Kevin goes down on you. You weren’t sure which side of the island he was from, or if he was even from the island at all, but that didn’t matter because he was so boring that he could’ve lived next to you your whole life and you wouldn't have even noticed.

“You like that?” He’d been sucking on your left lip for the past five minutes. Just wanting to get it over with you begin to fake an orgasm. Gripping his hair you buck up into his mouth and let out a few sad moans. When he finally pulls away you waste no time to stand up and put your clothes back on. Pushing past him you head down the trail back to the boneyard.

“Wait, are you not gonna suck me off?” Kevin pathetically calls after you. Flicking your hair over your shoulder you carry on, ignoring how he calls you a bitch and a prude.

“God, (Y/N) I’ve been wondering where you disappeared to.” Kiara runs up to you and offers you the blunt she’s holding. Taking it from her, you mouth a silent thank you, happy to take your mind off of the let down you just had. You begin to take a long draw, but it’s cut short when it hits the back of your throat. Coughing you pull away.

“Who the fuck rolled that?” You spit, staring at the blunt in absolute disgust.

“JJ.” Kiara says matter of factly. You look down the beach at the blonde who was joking with some guys you didn’t know. Saying goodbye to Kiara you make your way over to him.

Leaning over his shoulders you cover JJ’s eyes.

“Guess who.” JJ pretends to think for a second before answering.

“Hmm. Your mom.” JJ laughs at his own joke as you lightly smack the side of his head before nonchalantly dropping your arms across his shoulders.

“Whatcha drinkin?” You reach out for his red solo cup.

“Whatever the fuck the kooks brought. It’s nasty as hell.” He hands the cup over to you. Your face scrunches up in disgust the second the beer hits your tongue. You shake your head as if you were shaking off the taste and hand the cup back to JJ. He chuckles, but grimaces as he takes another sip.

“Where have you been? I haven’t seen you since we all got here.” JJ questions you. Sighing you look over at Kevin who was now moping as his friends partied around him.

“Just getting the absolute worst head in the history of pussy eating .” JJ follows your gaze before craning his neck to look up at you.

“My offer is still on the table.” JJ drops his voice so that his new friends wouldn’t hear him. Confused, you try to make sense of what he had just said. JJ examines your features as he awaits your response. Just as you’re about to ask JJ what the hell he was talking about you remember your conversation on the hammocks. Making eye contact with JJ you weigh your options. On one hand he has been your best friend since middle school and this would big time break the “no pogue on pogue macking” rule. While on the other hand it's better to bring home the guy you trust with your life rather than some rando and if the rumors are true he can definitely fix your little problem.

The growing ache in your core is what finally makes the decision for you. Biting your lip you lean in to whisper in his ear.

“I’d like that.” JJ puts his big hand on top of your’s and gives you a concerned look.

“Are you sure?” Despite being constantly horny JJ is very big on consent.

“Are you?” You begin to chew on your lip, nervous he’s regretting his decision. JJ smiles and stands up, saying goodbye to his new friends as he leads you down the beach.

“Yo,” John B calls out as you and JJ pass by him and the rest of your friends, “you two gonna join us?” The pogues are all sitting in a big circle as Kiara tunes her ukulele. A chill rushes down your spine thinking you guys were caught, but luckily for you JJ is a professional bullshiter.

“No, I don't think so. (Y/n) told me she's not feeling too well so I’m gonna make sure she gets home safe. I’ve gotta cover someone’s shift tomorrow so it’s probably best for me to leave early anyways.” JJ’s hand leaves yours so he can squeeze your shoulder. Your friends all nod in agreement.

“Oh no (y/n) what’s wrong?” All eyes turn to you as Sarah checks in on you. A flush rises into your cheeks at the attention.

“Oh you know, the weed, cheap beer, and hours of sun combo is hitting me kinda hard tonight.” Everyone nods understandingly before saying goodbye to you and JJ. Once the two of you are out of sight he lands a hard smack on your ass.

The walk to your house was short. Excitedly you bounce up the steps to unlock the front door, following behind you JJ watches how you ass moves in your short shorts. Once you get through the door you call out to make sure nobody is home. When you don’t get a response you turn to JJ with a smirk, pulling back a little bit when he tries to lean in for a kiss. Disappointed JJ frowns.

“The house is all our’s.” You let go of JJ’s neck and grab his hand to lead him back to your room. JJ has been in your room countless times, as best friends do, but he’s secretly always dreamed of being in your room like this. Neediness takes over your body as you press JJ against the door and kiss him. After a minute or two you let go of him panting slightly. JJ lets out a soft “woah” and you look down shyly. Taking control of the situation JJ picks you up and carries you over to your bed, softly tossing you onto it. JJ takes a second to admire you. Your hair is splayed out on your pillow, your lips are slightly puffy from when you kissed him, and you’re staring up him with your needy fuck me eyes. He lets out a soft groan before climbing over you, hovering just over your lips.

“Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are?” You reach your hands up to toy with JJ’s hair as he continues to stare at your face, shaking a slight no.

“Well I’m sorry I haven’t.” And with that he dives down to drown in your lips. The kiss starts out sweetly, but grows more intense as he grabs your hip to bring you in closer. JJ’s fingers drag down your body until they reach your shorts, unbuttoning them to make room for his hand. A soft moan escapes your lips as his fingers meet your swollen clit. He paints small figure eights until he gets bored of it and thrusts two fingers into you. Slowly at first, but as your moans pick up so does his pace. His dick twitches in his shorts as your walls close in tighter around his fingers and you whine out his name, but JJ has a plan. He pulls out his fingers and you reach up to lightly smack his forearm.

“JJ please don’t tease, you know how badly I need this.” You’re practically crying as you beg for his touch. Paying no mind to you he sucks his fingers clean.

“God baby I just wanna taste you.” He moans out, getting off the bed to kneel on the floor.

“C’mere.” He grabs one of your thighs to tell you to meet him on the edge. You oblige and crawl over, situating each leg over his shoulders. JJ pulls back to drag down your panties and shorts at the same time, groaning once you’re exposed to him.

“Fuck, (Y/N) you look like a goddess.” Just when you think he’s gonna begin eating you out he starts kissing your thighs, leaving behind a few hickeys and love bites.

“Maybank,” you challenge him, “you better fucking make me cum.” A lust filled look clouds his eyes and he tightly grabs your hips before diving into your dripping pussy. His entire plan to torture you was thrown out the window by his competitive edge. A scream is brought on by the heaven he was giving you. You chant a few needy yeses and grab his hair to steady yourself.

“Baby,” he pulls away only slightly, his voice vibrating against your clit, "take off your top for me.” Obediently you rip off your tight cropped tank top, your braless boobs bouncing out. JJ moans at the sight.

“Fuck you’re a good girl, now play with your nipples.” He tongue fucks you as you suck two fingers to wet them. Rolling your wet fingers over one of your nipples you lean back on your other arm and let out short panted moans.

“JJ, I’m gonna cum.” JJ only tongue fucks you faster and brings his thumb to your clit to signal you to let go. Your whole body tenses up as you release on his face, fading as you come down from your first orgasm in a long time.

Panting you lay back down on your pillow waiting for your best friend to join you. JJ leans on his elbow next to you and smiles at you sweetly as he rubs the marks he left on your thigh.

“You did so good babygirl, still got it in you for me to fuck you?” Catching your breath you nod at him and open your legs to invite him into them.

Kneeling in front of you he strips off his shirt. Your jaw slightly drops as you stare at him. You’ve seen him shirtless hundreds of times, but you’ve never looked at him like this. JJ reaches back into his pocket to pull out a condom.

“Wait,” you grab his wrist “I’m on the pill.” He looks down at you through hooded eyes.

“And I really want to feel you fill me up, but only if you feel comfortable.” You blurt the last part out slightly embarrassed. JJ puts the rubber back into his pocket and stands up to strip himself . Your legs clench instinctively at the sight of his big throbbing cock, JJ pushes them back apart to line himself up with you.

“You ready?” His eyes are blown out with lust and adoration as he checks in on you. Needing him badly you nod and grab his shoulders to bring him down to kiss you. Not breaking the kiss he thrusts into you. Soaking in the feeling he groans into your mouth before snapping in and out of you. A moan rips through your body as your eyes roll back. Crying out his name you grip onto him, leaving your own crescent shaped marks on his shoulder and upper arm. You squirm underneath him at the feeling, JJ reaches up to your throat to still you. With his hand pressing around your neck you make eye contact with him.

“J.” You squeak out his nickname.

“Yes baby?” His own voice labored as he cursed at the feeling of you around him.

“Please be rough with me.” JJ’s thrusts slow down, but don’t stop as he looks at you.

“Ok.” He nods and thrusts a few more times before pulling out to flip you onto your hands and knees. Arching your back you prepare for him. JJ slaps your cheek harshly before leaning forward to kiss the stinging red mark. Lining himself back up he leans forwards to groan in your ear.

“Fuck baby, that’s it.” More moans escape him as he leans back to watch how your ass bounces.

It only takes a few minutes of this for you to cum again. JJ notices, but keeps pounding into you. You let out a whine and he smacks your ass again.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m close.” He chants out. You want to tell him to turn you over so you can watch him, but your voice just won’t come out. JJ must have read your mind because he nudges your shoulder for you to fall back down so you were facing him. He continues to thrust into you again. Now you can see all of him. How his eyebrows meet in pleasure, how his sweaty muscles ripple, how soft his lips look as low moans escape them, how he scrunches up his eyes, but then opens them again so he can watch you under a hooded gaze. His mouth falls open as his own finale catches up to him, his dick twitching inside you. He moans your name as he releases and fills you up just like you asked him to, an unexpected third orgasm causing you to scream his name.

You come back from the bathroom to find a blissed out JJ laying on your bed staring at something on the wall, you follow his gaze to look at the picture of the two of you from your eighth grade graduation. Smiling, you crawl back into bed with him.

“Who would’ve thought?” JJ kisses you deeply, sighing as he pulls away.

“I did, a lot.” He laughs at himself as you lightly smack his chest. JJ pulls you into him and kisses you, breathing deeply through his nose. Pulling away from him you nestle into his chest and mutter a thank you into his skin.

“Yeah no problem, always here to help.” JJ lets out a content sigh.

“We should do this again sometime.”

“Definitely.” You reply softly as your eyelids grow heavy.

A/N: Well. There's that to make up for the killer writer’s block I have on the sequel to The Siren. After some technical difficulties i accidently deleted the entire fucking beach scene and my mom checking on how my homework is going every few minutes I finished this in one day. Pretty proud of myself even if i didn't do a big assignment that's due tomorrow. Once again wrap it before you tap it(condoms protect against more than just babies), always ask for consent and speak up for yourself, and pee after vaginal intercourse because uti's are hell.

#jj maybank smut #jj maybank x y/n #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #outer banks #jj outer banks #outer banks smut

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scented-morker · 3 years

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Speak now

A beeping sound echoes in the small bakery, the scent of freshly baked cookies enveloping you like a warm hug. A bell over the door jingles as someone enters the shop and you all out a “I’m in the back, I’ll be with you shortly” as you maneuver the hot pan out of the way.

You walk to the front of the store, expecting to see one of the sweet old ladies who frequent your business, and it’s a struggle to hide your surprise when you’re met with the handsome face of a man about your age.

“Uh hello,” a smile situates itself on your face as you approach where the man is standing, admiring the pastries through your display case.

“Hello” he stands up straight, his full height making you crane your neck slightly as he smiles back at you.

“Is there anything I can help you with today?”

He explains that he's getting a party together for the HYBE corporation's end of the quarter celebration, and is looking for a caterer for desserts.

"Oh, yeah absolutely, why don't I set you up with a tasting"

You weren't completely sure what they did in that building, other than that it was fancy and they got paid a lot for it. But an event is an event, and you liked catering events.

"Actually I think I'm good, I already know what I want"

A jolt of surprise runs through your body as he says it, confused on how he could already know. You're very certain he's never been in your business before, as you would definitely remember a face like his.

"Alright then, um how big of a headcount are we looking at"

"About 100 workers and their families, just put me down for," he glances back at the pastry cases to read the tags sitting in front of the baked goods, "75 of those tarts, both in raspberry and mint, 50 of those vanilla twist pastries, and 60 of the chocolate cannoli's"

You furiously scribbled down his order as he spoke, internally freaking out at how much time it would take you to bake everything, eventually looking back up when he stopped talking.

"Okay and that is under what name, and for what date?"

"Lee Heeseung, and next Saturday"

You grimaced at the short notice, thankfully Heeseung didn't notice, writing down the last bit of information on the order slip before shooting him a wide grin.

"Alright I will get that all worked out for you, thank you for the order"

He flashed a beautiful smile and you immediately smiled back, trying your best to ignore the way your stomach did flips at the sight.

"While I'm here, can I also just get whatever that chocolate thing is in the display case"

He said it with a slightly embarrassed chuckle, followed quickly by "just don't tell my boss, he'll probably give my nutritionist a heart attack"

You laughed with him, going to get the pastry he ordered, ringing it up and passing it over the counter, quickly snapping your hands back into yourself at the brush of his fingers.

Heeseung doesn't seem to notice as he takes a seat at one of the tables, continuing small talk with you as you replace items in the display case with fresh ones.

When you finished your task he was still eating and nobody else had come into the store, so you start wiping down the tables around him, accepting his offer when he asks you to sit with him.

"So you own this place?"

"Yep! It was my grandmas before the previous owner took over, and they just happened to be retiring when I graduated so it got passed down to me"

"That's impressive, owning your own business this young"

His eyes shined genuinely when he said it and you could tell that he really was impressed.

"Thank you, I'm very proud of it"

He smiles again and somehow you just know that he's a good person. The way he actually cares about the things you talk about, not just pretending to be interested. You could tell he loved seeing other people happy with the look he gave you when you talked, and maybe it was unreasonable, but right then and there a part of you fell for Lee Heeseung.

"You seem quite impressive yourself, working for a big fancy company like HYBE at your age!" You complimented back.

"Oh it's nothing, just a," he paused for just slightly longer than necessary before saying "an internship."

"That's still so cool! What's it like?"

You propped your chin on your hand as you waited for his response, not noticing the way he stared when you did so.

"Uh it's really not as cool as you think," he brushes off the question, "hey, do you want to go for a walk with me?"

The change of topic caught you slightly off guard, but you recovered quickly, checking the time on the clock and realizing it was time to close.

"Yeah that'd be great, just let me close up"

You go through the routine, counting your cash box and storing away pastries, eventually locking the door behind you as you and Heeseung head out into the evening.

"Where do you want to go?" You ask, since he was the one that suggested a walk, and he smiled back at you as soon as the words left your mouth.

"I thought you'd never ask"

He grabs your hand, excitedly pulling you to follow him as he passed through alleys and patches of trees, before eventually stopping, letting out a "ta-da"

You turn in a slow circle, taking in the view, willow trees hanging down around the bank of a river, small flowers covering the base of the trees.

"Oh my-"

You finally turned back to the man next to you, finding his sparkling eyes already on you.

"This is beautiful Heeseung"

His smile is bright enough to light up the slowly darkening night around you as it graces his face, and he pulls you over to sit down under one of the trees.

"Hey Heeseung, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah sure, anything"

"How'd you already know what you wanted to order? I'm sure I've never seen you in my store before, I would remember you"

"Because I'm just so handsome?" He teases, laughing even harder when you reply "yeah, exactly".

"Well Y/N, can I be honest with you?"

"Yeah, of course"

"I've tasted your food before, even before you owned that place"

Your eyes widened at his confession, head cocking to the side as you tried to think of where he could have had your pastries.

"Were you at an even catered?"

He shakes his head dramatically, mumbling something unintelligible.

"What was that?" You lean closer to try and hear what he says and he looks up then, face mere inches from yours as he repeats himself.

"I said 'you give a girl her first kiss and she doesn't even remember you'"

You let out a small gasp as you realize and your face flares up in embarrassment.

Seventh grade, you had your first kiss with a boy who went to the same music classes as you, and you remember embarrassingly bringing him baked goods every class after that. His name was Heeseung, and now that you think carefully you can see the resemblance to the man sitting in front of you now.

"Oh my gosh that's so embarrassing, how'd you know it was me?"

He decides not to tell you he's remembered you since that little peck in middle school and has been begging his boss to order from your bakery so he would have an excuse to see you again.

"You haven't changed much since seventh grade" was his response instead, and you slapped his arm at the comment.

You two spent the next three hours just talking, catching up on each other's lives and reconnecting after your time away.

Before you knew it the sun had completely set and there were no light posts in the area Heeseung had brought you, you now struggled to see the boys pretty smile only a foot in front of you.

"Its getting late, and you probably have work tomorrow, we should probably start heading back."

He checked his phone at your mention, and you pretended not to notice the giant number of notifications while his eyes widened at the time.

"I didn't even realize it had gotten so late, let me take you back"

You're glad he offered, not sure you would be able to make it back to the cafe without his guidance.

The way back seemed much shorter than when you had been pulled down it earlier that day, and you found yourself disappointed that he didn't grab your hand again.

"Well here we are"

He looked around once you made it back to the familiar building, before turning to you.

"Where's your car?"

"Oh, I live pretty close so I just walk, it's easier than trying to find a parking spot in the city traffic anyway"

He nodded his head along with your statement but then shook his head slightly.

"You can't walk home alone at this time of night"

You felt touched by his concern, but fought him on it anyway.

"It's fine Hee, it's only like four blocks away"

"Nope, no way. That's way too far, come on"

He waved his hand towards you and you looked down at it curiously.

"What?"

"I'm walking you home, now come on"

He grabbed your hand again, both of you smiling at how right it felt.

You reached your house in about five minutes, and you tried to hide your disappointment at the prospect of your fun night coming to an end.

"Do you want to come in"

His eyes lit up at the offer but were quickly turned down to look at his feet.

"I'd love to, but I have work early tomorrow"

"Oh, okay"

It was quiet for a few moments before he made eye contact again, taking a step closer to your body and pulling you in his arms in a friendly hug.

"Thank you"

You hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his torso.

"I should be the one thanking you, that spot was beautiful, and I had a really great time. Thank you for taking me with you"

Little did you know that he wasn't thanking you for the few hours you had spent together. But he said "of course" anyway.

"Well goodnight"

"Goodnight"

You went to go inside, sticking your key in the lock before quickly thinking of something.

"Wait!"

Heeseung looked at you quizzically, waiting for you to say whatever it was you had just thought of.

"I need your number," he raised one eyebrow and you quickly added "so you can text me when you get home safe, I would be an awful friend if I let you get kidnapped after you so graciously walked me home"

He laughed at your reasoning, but handed you his phone anyway as you two quickly added each other's contact.

You took a look at his contact, bursting out in laughter at the sight of it.

"Did you really put your name in as 'Heedungie' with a bunch of hearts?"

He looked proud of himself for making you laugh and he nodded his head.

"Yes, yes I did"

"No fair, give me your phone back I want to give you something embarrassing too"

You didn't think he actually would, but his phone was held out to you and you took it, quickly turning around and taking an exaggeratedly cute selfie to set as the contact picture before putting in a nickname for your name, complete with the same aggressive hearts as his.

"There"

He took the phone back and laughed at the improved contact.

"Perfect"

You shared one last smile before you entered your house, Heeseung leaving your porch after seeing you securely in, making sure he walked a block away before calling his driver so you wouldn't see.

Only once he was safe in the confines of the backseat did he look at the notifications on his phone.

23 missed texts from his father and 7 calls from his mother.

He clicked on the notification, skimming his eyes over the texts, rolling his eyes at their content. He didn't even read all the way through before shutting his phone off, throwing it across the seat for the rest of the ride.

You had just stepped out of the shower when you heard your phone ding, and you paused the music to go check the text.

'Just got home, all in one piece and no kidnapping attempts were made on me'

You laughed at his text, shooting back something along the lines of 'I'm glad to hear that' before heading out of your bathroom to get dressed.

Heeseung texted you a few more times after that, and you found yourself giggling at his messages exactly like seventh grade you did. Eventually you said your good nights, after you had scolded him for staying up when he needed to get up in the morning, and you smiled one last time at the obnoxiously cute contact name before floating off to sleep.

You went to work the next day, and the one after that, and there was no real difference in your life except for the constant texting and the extra bounce in your step. Even your regulars commented on how happy you looked.

Heeseung liked to come to the cafe on his lunch break, and you started making an extra lunch in the morning after the first day when he ordered three pieces of cake as his meal.

It was Thursday, and you were currently trying to find someone to help you bake the giant order for the party.

"Come on please, it's huge, and even one person would be a huge help to me"

"Sorry I can't, I'm babysitting for my neighbors the whole week"

You let out a sigh at yet another no, and put your phone back down on the counter.

You were so absorbed in the call that you hadn't heard Heeseung come in, and you almost screamed when you looked up to see him standing in front of you.

"Woah sorry," he was laughing so he obviously wasn't that sorry, "I didn't want to interrupt your call"

"It's okay"

"What do you need help with?"

It took you a moment to realize he meant the phone call and you let out another sigh at your empty search.

"I'm trying to get someone to help me with the order for the party, it's the biggest order I've gotten and it's just me so I can't make it all in one day by myself"

"Oh," he paused "what are you going to do"

"I don't know" you shrugged, "I'll have to start making things tomorrow, everything that would be able to stay overnight so that I don't have to do it all on Saturday, but even with that I don't know if I'll be able to get everything tomorrow done. Maybe I'll put a hiring sign up and hope someone applies by tomorrow"

He tried to stifle his giggles at how dumb of an idea that would be, but you still noticed.

"Heeeeee," you whined, holding the sound out for longer than needed, "stop laughingggg I know it's dumb. I'm trying to avoid a breakdown okay?"

He finally stopped laughing, and his eyes lit up like he just thought of an amazing idea.

"I can help you!!"

You look at him like he's crazy and he shrugs nonchalantly, "What? It's a good idea."

"No Hee, I would never ask you to do that. Besides it's literally for your order, I'm not making you cook for it, especially not on a work day"

"Nope, it's too late. I've made up my mind. I'm helping you"

"No Heeseung, you're not"

"Yes I am. Okay now I'm gonna run away before you can yell at me more. I'll be here tomorrow at- wait, what time do you even open?"

"Nine AM"

"-Then I will be here at nine AM"

"No Heeseung!"

He takes off running and you try to chase him down, both of your laughter ricocheting off the walls. A few people outside stop and watch as you run like children, most of them smiling at the sight.

"Heeseung"

"Nope, not happening"

He runs around you in a circle, quickly running up to the side of your body giving you a peck on the cheek and then taking off back towards the direction of his work.

"See you at nine AM" is the last thing you hear from him, a quiet message because of how far away he was, even though you know he was shouting when he said it.

You shake your head as you watch him turn the corner, turning around to come face to face with one of your regulars.

"So that's why you've been so happy lately?"

You try to think of something to say, some denial of how smitten you were, but all that came out was a giggle, one that solidified your current appearance of a lovesick school girl. You immediately slapped your hand over your mouth, embarrassed at your reaction, but the woman just laughed before heading into the building, you following shortly after to serve her.

And the next day, right at nine AM, the bell above your door rang, and in came the boy that had been the cause of your racing heart all week.

"Here I am"

"You're the worst"

"You say that, but you're smiling"

"Shut up"

He giggled as he followed you to the back of the building, teasing you more about how you were accepting his help anyway.

"I was hoping you wouldn't show up, but I guess since you're here I might as well get the help"

It wasn't true, you were up all night trying to decipher if he was actually going to show up. You even got out your cute apron and put some extra effort into your appearance this morning.

"I would recommend putting this on"

You toss him an apron to protect his clothes, going behind him and tying a nice little bow. He ignored the way his body tingled where your hands brushed it, and your breath hitched when he turned you around to do the same thing.

"This is my job Hee, I could tie it myself"

"I know," was all he said, letting his hands linger on your waist as he turned you back around to face him.

He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, his face a little bit too close to yours.

"Whatcha doing?" Your voice came out as a whisper and the way he smiled made your heart beat even faster then it already was, something you didn't think was possible.

"What do you want me to be doing?"

You gave a small laugh, throwing your arms behind his neck and angling your head up to get closer to the tall man above you.

"Does this answer your question?" You asked, referring to your previous actions.

"I think it's a pretty good indication" he spoke through a smile, leaning down to brush his lips against yours softly.

It was barely a kiss, absolutely no pressure from either end, but the butterflies in your stomach absolutely erupted at the contact, and you couldn't even try for an actual kiss because of the huge smiles on your faces.

"Did you feel it?" He whispered, and even without an explanation you knew what he meant.

A giggle left your lips, "yeah I felt it".

A jingle sounded as someone walked in the store and you pulled away from him to go serve the customer.

He was standing against the counter when you walked in, still just basking in the feeling of what had just happened.

"Alright lover boy, time to get to work"

He smiled at the nickname, coming up to you and spinning you around once, before speaking.

"Yes chef"

You laughed at his antics and gave him directions on how to help you start the tart shell.

By noon you were well ahead of schedule, the playlist you had chosen now blaring as you screamed the lyrics together, flour dusted over your faces as you took a break from kneading the dough for the twists.

"Thank you for this"

"Helping you bake?"

"No, everything else too"

He smiled and pulled you back in, this time for a real kiss.

That night you both went home early so that you could get up early for last minute party prep, after a goodnight kiss (or two, or three, or four...) at the your front door.

"Okay I'll see you tomorrow"

"Can't wait"

He hesitated to pull away from you, not quite wanting to leave, but you pushed him lightly.

"One more?"

He puckered up and you laughed giving him one last kiss before running into your house, hearing his whines through the door.

"Okay baby, I'll see you tomorrow"

You almost screamed when the nickname left his lips and you could hear the laugh he let out when he heard your squeal from the other side of your door.

"You can go to the back room, there will be another girl in there and a changing station set up, guests are starting to arrive now"

You listened to the other worker speaking, trying not to show how tired you were after finishing all of the baking that morning.

Following her instructions, you headed to the back room to change out of your sweats and into something more presentable for the party. By the time you had exited the back, you could hear the chatter of people and could tell the party was starting.

They started by giving a small speech about how well they had done that quarter, thanking all of the employees for their work and their families for supporting.

Within 30 minutes you were carrying out trays of your pastries, everyone mostly finished with dinner and some random business video was playing in the front of the room.

You walked out to stand along the wall with the other miscellaneous staff people working the event, and watched as they moved on to giving out awards for things like "best costumer service" and "highest sell rate". The entire time you were looking around for Heeseung, trying to spot him over by some lanky guys who looked like interns, but no luck.

"Alright now that all of the awards have been passed out, an important announcement from CEO Lee"

You looked around trying to spot the man in question, eyes eventually landing on an old man, grey hair and a pinstriped suit, as he used a cane to lift himself out of the chair and up to the stage.

You spotted Heeseung then, sitting at the same table the old man had just left, along with an older looking woman you assumed to be CEO Lee's wife, and another male that looked to be a little older than Heeseung.

You thought about trying to get his attention, but the CEO soon started speaking, and your eyes were pulled away from him.

"As I think we all know, I'm not as young as I was when we started this business," there were a few laughs from around the room, and the man waited for them to be done before moving on. "I don’t want you to worry, I’m perfectly healthy, but I, along with my family, have decided that it would be best for me to step down from the company."

Murmurs erupted throughout the room, and it was enough to tell you that the employees had no prior knowledge of this decision. You look over to Heeseung to gage his reaction, but instead of surprise or confusion, his face is laced with something that looks more like... disappointment? You decide it must be the lighting that's obscuring his actual expression, since that wouldn't make much sense.

"I will be retiring within six months, and my son, I know you've all seen him around the company," the female population seems especially excited about these words, a few turning to make faces at each other, you even hear one say 'hot boss' to her friend.

"Heeseung, please come up here"

You can hardly conceal your shock as you see your Heeseung stand up from his seat and go to the front of the room.

You furrow your eyebrows as he stands next to who you now realize must be his father.

"Heeseung will be taking over the company after my leave"

Your eyebrows shoot up as the words register in your mind.

Heeseung is going to be CEO of this giant company within 6 months.

Maybe you should have been mad that he lied to you, that he hid this part of himself from you. He definitely didn't tell you the position of his father, or the fact that he was going to be coming into said position, but you found yourself realizing that you didn’t really care.

'That's one hell of an internship' was the first thing you thought, and you laughed at yourself for it.

When you zoned back in to what was going on, Heeseung was ending what you figured was a short speech about him taking over, and you clapped along with the rest of the crowd.

His eyes met yours and you swore there was relief on it when he saw you let out a "whoo" along with a few others.

Heeseung steps down from the podium, taking a few hands that were held out to him, giving handshakes and responding to comments from men in high up positions.

You were called to the kitchen to pack up the few pastries that weren't needed, and the loud conversing of voices faded with the closing of the door.

You smiled giddily at yourself while transferring tarts to boxes.

'I can't believe I'm dating the new CEO'

Wait-

We're you dating the new CEO? Technically you'd never gone on a date or at least one that you called a date. And he had never asked you to be his significant other. But you kissed? Multiple times.

"What is going on in that pretty brain of yours?"

You almost dropped the tart in your hand you were so surprised by the voice. A quick look reveals the person that had you so zoned out in the first place.

"You were thinking so hard it looked like smoke was about to come out of your ears"

You can't help but laugh at his words, finally continuing your actions of packing up the food and thinking up a lie.

"Just thinking about how my little intern became CEO in a week," worry crossed his face, but it disappeared immediately when you continued, "you must have been an AMAZING intern"

He laughs and moves next to you to help.

"So I might have lied a little bit"

"A little bit?"

You raise your eyebrows at him and he corrects himself with a laugh.

"Okay it was kinda big, but I just didn't want you to treat me different or anything"

He gives you his big doe eyes as you place the last pastry in the box, sealing it up to be taken to your car.

"Hee, you know I'm not mad right?"

"Really?"

"Yeah"

He smiles, and you realize too late why he's coming closer to you, your feet leaving the floor as he spins you around.

"Hee, Hee, stop" you laugh out, and he finally puts you back on the ground.

"Okay, so you don't hate me"

You cup his face, leaning in until your noses are almost touching.

"Correct, I don't hate you"

"Then in that case," he backs up and you pout at the increased distance.

He takes your hands in his, looking at you in a way that has your knees about ready to collapse.

"Would you want to be, my official official, girlfriend?"

You giggle at how he seemed to have the perfect timing, pulling on his hands to finally plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"I would love to"

Part II

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bruhstories · 3 years

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Vogel und Jäger

- PART THREE

Summary: You had your first show at Zeke's club, but things begin to complicate. Pairing: Zeke Jeager x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: language, Floch is a creep Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: as always, make sure to read parts one and two to understand just what the hell is happening. the songs reader is singing in this chapter are flickers and easy by son lux, which i've linked down below if you wanna listen to it as you read

For five long days you switched between training with Mikasa and practising with the band. The deadly assassin made you work hard, teaching you various techniques of martial arts, as well as how to load and unload guns, how to aim, how to use knives and even how to use crossbows. You were no match to anyone else in the family, getting your ass kicked even by Armin, the bookkeeper, but you were not going to give up. Your will to survive fuelled you. What you weren’t expecting in those five days was to get to know Mikasa and Armin, and realise that they were just as normal as you were — with the added benefit of being properly trained in marksmanship and combat. And they were surprisingly nice to you, but there was a hint of reluctance in their actions and words.

Friday night you had your first show and you found yourself in the backstage, a knot in your throat as you did your makeup. The idea of Yelena blowing your brains out was a lot more pleasant than having to perform in front of so many people. Posters had been put up all over Paradis City announcing your first show at Wings Club, and you knew lots of undercover policemen would be there, perhaps even undercover Marleyans. But for some odd reason, you wanted to please Zeke, make him proud of sparing your pathetic life. Onyankopon told you to be ready in five minutes, and your heart sank, wiping your sweaty palms on the crimson dress.

"You'll do fine." He told you, but you had a bad feeling. There were guards everywhere, so you felt somewhat safe, but stage fright settled in your heart, and you couldn't even reply anything back. All you did was remain stuck in a trance.

The band was ready, the microphone was on, and you waited for the curtain to rise. Someone announced your performance, and the violinist began playing the notes of the first song as the spectators waited eagerly. There were no original songs, only jazz covers, and you felt every single pair of irises burning into your skin. You closed your eyes, imagining no one was there but you and the band, everyone else disappeared.

"And with my opened mouth I join the singing light..."

There was no turning back now. You'd done it. The spotlight was on you and you alone. Soon the pianist joined, and you felt a bit more confident.

"I can see the flickers, over me the lantern raised... Lift me up, lift me over it. Show me what you're hiding, take me out into the sea... Lift me up, lift me over it."

Somewhere upstairs, Zeke was watching over you, door wide open to hear your beautiful voice hypnotising every man and woman in the club. Indeed, he made the right choice.

"And with my opened mouth I join the singing light..."

You were in a trance. Nothing mattered anymore but the music, the vibrations, the thrill of the show. It was giving you a sense of importance and belonging, and in that moment, you knew it — you were thriving off of the attention, the way no one dared to move while you sang. You captivated the spectators with your voice, you captivated Zeke with your voice.

"I can see the flickers, over me the lantern raised... Lift me up, lift me over it. Show me what you're hiding, take me out into the sea... Lift me up, lift me over it."

You finally opened your eyes, drinking in the way everyone was silent, the only sound resonating being the final notes from the musical instruments. The next songs came so much easier to you, some were more upbeat and you stopped being stiff, your hands moving up and down the microphone pole, hips swaying, head tilting. You ended your performance with another emotional song, and even you had goosebumps on your skin as you began to sing.

"Easy... easy... pull out your heart to make the being alone easy. Easy... pull out your heart to make the being alone easy. Easy..."

You saw them, the two cops from the files. They were watching you like hawks, sending chills down your spine. But you were a distraction, so you looked them in the eye, a smile on your plump lips.

"Easy, easy... You break the bridle to make losing control easy, easy... Crushed what you're holding so you can say letting go is easy, easy..."

The song was coming to an end. You wrapped your arms around yourself to emphasise the emotions you were so gently transmitting, voice echoing in the club.

"Oh, easy, easy... Burn all your things to make the fight to forget easy, oh, easy... Burn all your things to make the fight to forget easy, easy..."

You weren't just transmitting an emotion, you were feeling it, too. The song resonated with your life, your struggles, your issues. You were alone most of your life, save for Historia and the children. But now... now you had someone, albeit being forced to work for the mafia. But you weren't alone anymore.

"Easy... easy... pull out your heart to make the being alone easy. Easy... pull out your heart to make the being alone easy. Easy..."

You bowed in front of the crowd as a round of applause replaced your voice and music. It was exhilarating, the adrenaline not wanting to leave your body. You mumbled a soft thank you in the microphone before leaving the stage, tripping on the last step. Onyankopon was waiting for you with a large bouquet of peonies and daffodils, your eyes widening at the beautiful flowers and sweet scent.

"This is for you, miss." He smiled, but his smile was hiding something and you couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.

"Thank you, but you didn't have to!"

"Oh, it's not from me." Onyankopon pursed his lips. There it was. You looked at the card attached to the bouquet — You are as radiating as the sun, but as cold as the moon. E.S. The message was written in perfectly neat calligraphy.

"E.S.? Any idea who that might be?" You tucked the card between the flowers as you walked with the mobster in the dressing room.

"I know exactly who that is." He sighed, eyes narrowing at the bouquet. "Inspector Erwin Smith, chief of police. He handed me the flowers personally."

"Isn't he working for you?" You removed the heavy earrings from your earlobes.

"He is. It appears he likes you." Onyankopon folded his arms across his chest and a man with strawberry-blond hair entered the room, earning disgusted looks from all the half-naked girls there.

"Boss wants to see you." He sneered at you, goosebumps dotting your arms.

"We'll be upstairs soon, Floch."

"No, not you. Just birdie. Chop chop." Floch left the room and you got up. Onyankopon grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks before giving you a concerned gaze.

"Be careful around him. He's... strange."

"I'll keep my guard up." You tried to smile. There were lots of things you didn't know about the men you were working with, so you made a mental note to ask Sasha and Connie about Floch.

"So, I hear you're a prostitute." He bluntly stated, and you flinched at his words. The audacity of this bitch!

"Was." You corrected him. "Besides, it's none of your business."

Your shoulder blades met with a wall and you let out a whimper at the impact. Floch eyed you up and down, his hands holding you in place.

"Everything you do is my business." He sneered, his face leaning closer inch by inch, closing the gap between you. "Ah, you even smell like a whore."

You feel disgusted by that creep, the way he sniffed you twisting your lips into a frown. Onyankopon was right to warn you, and so you slap his face, hard.

"Don't touch me again." You lifted your gown above your ankles and walked up the stairs, with Floch behind you. Fucking pervert.

"Ah, little bird, you've been fantastic!" Zeke greeted you, cigarette between his fingers. "I heard you even received flowers."

"Yes, from Erwin Smith." You nod, eyes on Floch's shit-eating grin.

"Good. I want you to meet with him after your show tomorrow." Your boss smiled and your eyes drifted to the healing wound in your left hand. You knew you caouldn't say no. "I suspect he'll want to recruit you as a double agent."

"Do I accept?"

"Of course, but you'll be telling him exactly what I tell you."

"Understood."

"You may go. Don't forget to take your pay from Armin."

"Yes, sir." You gently bowed your head in respect and left. Floch whispered whoreas you passed him and you gritted your teeth.

"Say, Connie, can I ask you something?" You watched your roommate unbox some bottles of fancy liquor.

"Sure! What's on your mind?" He asked, focused on his task.

"What can you tell me about Floch?"

Connie almost dropped the bottle, his eyes finding yours. "Just that you should stay away from him."

Sasha walked in with what you assumed to be a bag full of drugs and that's when it clicked — they were going to put the drugs in the boxes and ship them. Clever.

"Floch is insane." The brown-eyed girl scrunched her nose. "He's obsessed with Eren and thinks Zeke should step down and let his brother take his place. Why? Did he do anything to you?"

"Yes and no." You proceeded to explain what happened back at the club to your roommates and the look of disgust on their faces only confirmed what you assumed.

So far, you decided to only trust Sasha, Connie and Onyankopon, and hope that Zeke wouldn't give up his title. Otherwise, you'd end up dead in a ditch, and the one who’d put a bullet between your eyes was Floch himself.

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c-atm · 3 years

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Steven 5A and Connie 5E

Spinel watched from the sky, keeping herself transparent as her eyes followed her friend and assignment; The tech mogul: Connie Maheswaran, and her 'orc' crush, Steven Universe- he wasn't really an orc, just built like one.

That was neither here nor there for the young succubus; No, Spinel had a purpose for following the two as they broke away from their group (Connie's tech company was in the middle of a week-long getaway) and left the hotel.

Get Connie laid. Also known as doing what she originally came to earth to do, but that was splitting hairs now.

She watched as the two walked along the beach shore with Connie a step behind her 'orc.'

'Ni doesn't seem to be doing so hot.' Spinel worried as she slowly started to glide down.

'Steven hasn't said anything other than to come with him.' Connie thought, nerves a jumble, messing with the hem of her shirt that reached her knees as she obediently followed him. 'He looked so disgusted too. The way his eyes narrowed, nostrils flared up, and lips scowled.'

"Hey, Hot-Con."

"Spinel!?" Connie whispered, feeling a small weight land on her left shoulder, glancing that direction for a quick moment seeing nothing.

"I'm cloaked." Spinel started before snapping her fingers, revealing her purple-skinned and red pig-tailed self in a black and purple leotard-like swimsuit with an inverted heart cut-out under the chest.

"Cute." Connie smirked before her face fell slightly, "What are you doing here? Thought you would be home binging that noir-era soap you like."

"Romance roars like the '20s? Already caught up." The smallest succubus answered with smug. "Now, I'm here to do my job and help you get you and your orc to do the horizontal Mambo."

Connie slightly blushed at the proclamation, a grin pulling at her lips before glancing at Steven, " I..doubt he's thinking about that." She muttered, rubbing her right arm. "Think he might be...trying to break up with me."

"What?!" Spinel exclaimed, "There's no way he wanna break up with you! You two have been clicking like kindles in the fireplace for the last one hundred thirty-seven days."

"Someone's been keeping count."

"Yup." Spinel expressed proudly, "So? Why'd ya had stinking thinking? Not like ya, Ni. Aren't things going well for you two? You always return from y'all dates, looking like a firework and acting like a nymph."

Connie sighed at that. Things were going well for the most part. They enjoyed being around each other. They were flirty, and her heart was always soaring, wildly so when they kissed, held hands, or cuddled up next to each other.

It was loving, sweet, touching...fluffy…

Innocent…

Spinel...I'm not hot con. I'm shy

Nini." Connie pouted with a blush.

"What do you mean?"

Connie bit her lips. "Remember a week ago..when I came home late.."

"More like early." Spinel teased, "you just beat the ten am sun."

"Well, as you know, I was with Steven on a date..and..we slept together." Connie blushed brightly.

"My girl got some orc love!"

"Ahh! He's right there!"

"He can't hear or see me, and you are whispering."

"So, now he might think I'm crazy too, along with being distant!"

Spinel looked as if Connie grew two more heads. "What? I thought you said you had relations."

"I said we slept together… like in the same bed...That's all." Connie sighed," all we did was hold hands and kiss a bit..touch a bit..but.I chickened out at the last moment…."

"Why?.. Did he hurt you? Were his hands too rough?"

"IT FELT AMAZING!!" Connie all but swooned.

"Then what's the problem!?" Spinel all but screamed, pulling at her hair.

"It felt too good..too experienced. Like he knew my hot spots." Connie turned red, "and I panicked because I realized I was not as experienced...at all."

"Well, you're still a maiden."

"And I'm trying to change that!" Connie groaned, " being here hasn't exactly helped either; impossible to get a moment alone."

"Has he said anything about that night?"

"With work and everything, we hardly got a chance to speak about anything."

"Connie."

Both girls turned to see Steven giving Connie a look.

"There's something I've wanted to say to you for a bit."

Connie gulped, gripping the hem of her thigh-length t-shirt, her heart racing as she stared at his open Hawaiian shirt and trunk decorated body. "Y-yes, Steven?"

Steven rubbed his nape and took a deep breath, looking away towards his feet. "The thing is I've been thinking about.us...and I've come to the realization-"

"I'm sorry!" "I love you."

"What?"

The two looked at each other shocked

"You're..not mad at me? Not going to break 'us' off."

Steven hung his head to the side, "Why would I be mad. Hold on, why should I break up with you?"

"Because of what happened at your apartment and me being weird the morning after."

"You were a bit more off… Didn't even give me a hug or kiss goodbye." Steven teased before moving to the side, " Let's talk about it since we have time."

Connie's eyes widened, seeing a back blanket, two beach chairs, a sun umbrella, and a cooler between the two chairs. Beside one of the chairs was a box wrapped in blue and green.

"What is all this about?" Connie smiled behind her palms.

" It's not much, but..." Steven lips pressed against her temple, "happy four months anniversary, Boss Berry."

Connie looked up at him, his blushing boyish smile, with his bright brown eyes, and couldn't help but wrap her arms around his waist and snuggle into his stomach.

Steven started to chuckle when he felt a bit of wetness on his belly, and her hold became a clutch on his back. "Hey.Nini?"

"I'm..ok... " Connie began before shaking her head, "No. I'm relieved...Happy that I still have you."

Steven held her close, "You were that scared of losing me?" He let a small prideful smile come to his face seeing her slightly nod. " Connie, you know I'd have to be stupid to leave you right, especially over something as making you uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?" Connie looked up at him

"Well...Yeah. I thought that was why you wanted to stop. Said you were tired..." Steven looked bashful and a bit ashamed; maybe I was too forward."

"No!" Connie moved back, looking at him, "I didn't feel uncomfortable at all." Her gaze went to her toes as they wiggle on the sand, "quite the opposite…I never feel uneasy because of you and that night…."

"That night?"

Connie's cheeks grew dark with heat at his playful tone. " That night…It was the most attractive I ever felt...These four months have been the most desirable I've ever felt, and it is because of you."

"Really?" Steven blinked, "it goes without saying that you steal every room you walk in." He smiled at her bashful face, "Hot-con."

"What?!"

"I mean, that what you call yourself, right? When you're talking to yourself."

'Oh…" Connie breathed in relief, only for the implications to hit her. "Oh, you must think-"

"You're adorable when you do."

Her ear twitched at the slightly teasing and flirty tone in his voice.

"So him who's, he's dating." Spinel whispered in her ward's ear.

Connie gulped before taking a deep breath, summoning her courage and sensuality.

"I'm not adorable." Connie purred, cupping his chin and giving him a deep, melting kiss before breaking it.

"I'm Hot-Con." She licked her lip from the right, giving him a half-lidded gaze smile with slightly raised brows, feeling a bit happy at his shocked gaze.

Before a wave hit and drenched both of them.

"Cold!" Connie called with a laugh as they shook her hair of the water, involuntary giving an eye hiding bang." Hey, you ok, Biscuit?" She asked, looking at her love.

"Hot…" Steven whispered as his blush became more dominant across his face, his brown eyes broadened, and pupils swelled at the image in front of him.

Connie soaked and smiling in a charming ocean and green one-piece that showed off her curves, revealed the sides of her torso, and accentuated her 'boba' and 'bum-bum.' (Spinel reused to say breast and ass; unlike 'Hot Con,' she wasn't so crude). All of it, under a now transparent and body-clinging shirt.

"Seems he likes your swimwear Hot-con." Spinel teased. "I'm going to take my leave...You have fun, Nini." The succubus floated off her ward shoulder as Connies orc took her by the hand and led her to their private picnic with a look of not so innocent but very authentic love.

One Connie face mimicked with a bit more excitement.

It was why Spinel wasn't surprised when Connie returned home a week later...Announcing she lost her 'maidenhood' a dozen times over with the most prideful, lovestruck smile on her face.

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