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Picture Of Us ( 01 )

Bada Lee x Famous dancer fem!reader

warnings: (MDNI), language, mentions of fill with bada fingers, fluff?, provocations, 16+?

part 2 here

Years ago...

- It was winter, the snow covered the entire campus of your school, you were getting ready to leave the school wait for your mother to pick you up until a girl bumped into you, you knew who it was, it was Bada Lee an amazing dancer who performed at the school during school events, you thought she was a great her moves were spectacular and made everyone gawk, From that day on, you and she became best friends, even though today you have 28 years together

Now she's a well-known choreographer all over Kpop and an even more amazing dancer

You were a famous choreographer too and you taught at the Justjerk Dance Academy...

- You were anxious because it was your first On The Stage of your best friend You were in the front row anxious and excited, about 4 days before they announced the first On The Stage your girlfriend had broken up with you for reasons of betrayal of her... but now none of that mattered to you, you were only focused on one thing: the performances of your best friend and her BEBE team, they won the street woman figther 2, so you came to honor them

- just before the show starts, Bada Lee spots you from afar and runs up to you to greet you

"hey y/n" you can hear her calling you from afar and coming to see you

"My god bada you look very beautiful!! " you say complimenting her outfit

"oh thank you so much cute cat" she calls you by your childhood nickname and automatic you blush

"What are you doing here bada? Shouldn't you be in the dressing room along with the other girls? " You ask her and she answers

"It should... But as I saw you couldn't help but say hello to my amazing best friend, could you? After she says it she gives you a smile

"Close your eyes for a minute" you ask her

Automatically she closes and asks " what do you have for me ??? "

You say "it's not just for you but for you and the rest of the girls, now you can open your eyes"

She slowly opens her eyes and sees you holding a bouquet of blue tulips shining with a card on top with a photo of you and the baby girls, Bada's eyes fill with tears and soon she will give you a hug

"Y/n didn't need it, that's very beautiful thank you very much! the girls are going to love it"

"I'm only giving you this because I know how hard you've worked together and also happy 1 year of Team Bebe you guys deserve so much! You guys are amazing," you say wiping away your tears of emotion

after that Bada thanks you once again and runs to the dressing room to show the girls

"GIRLS, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW" Bada walks into team bebe's dressing room screaming

"What was Badari?" Tatter asks Bada entering the room

"Come here and close your eyes, if I see someone with their eyes open they won't win huh! I'm watching," she says laughing softly

She places the bouquet with the card and the photo on the table and asks them to open their eyes

" My god how beautiful WAIT A Y/N IS HERE? " Lusher asks with his eyes shining

"I couldn't believe she was here, she's in the front row waiting to see us! She gave this bouquet for our 1 year of Team Bebe and for us winning the SWF and how proud she is of us! Bada's eyes fill with tears she never thought her best friend would do this for her and her team, when bada went to look to the side Sowoen was in tears from crying so much emotion Sowoen was like a little sister to you, you were her emotional support she loved you more than anything

"Sowonie don't cry" Bada goes to her to give her a hug and comfort the maknae of the team, the other girls had their eyes shining and tears were falling on their faces as they read your letter and the picture of all of you

---Time Skip------

The Bebe team had just entered the stage, their eyes lit up seeing the girls performing with so much desire and with a sparkle in their eyes to see so many people gathered to see them dance...

you were jumping and screaming with every move they made especially bada, you screamed when she made that move in Rihanna's cockiness, her heart was racing a thousand an hour her breathing was heavy you couldn't think of anything else but how proud you were to see them achieving everything they ever wanted after so much work on perfecting their moves. You'd never forget that moment, you could see how happy they were to be up there doing what they like...

After they introduced themselves, the MC asked them to give a speech about what it was like to be here, and you listened carefully

Bada took the microphone and began to make an impromptu speech: "Me and the girls are very happy and very happy that you are here to see us dance and have fun with us, this would not be possible without you too, we are very grateful for each and every one of you who is here today, may you continue on our journey ahead, thank you very much indeed! and I would also like to thank you for this amazing opportunity that you have given us THANK YOU SO MUCH BEBIS ! She finishes by looking for something in her coat and making a heart for the crowd, her eyes were watering to have heard this from her you were feeling very happy inside and proud of course !

After a long show you went to the dressing rooms because there was a card that gave you access to the backstage, you ran to the girls' dressing room and you knocked on the door about 3 times and didn't open it because you wanted to make a surprise

"Tatter open the door must be someone from production," Cheche says to tatter

"It's okay it's alright" she runs to open the door, when she sees you she doesn't think

she runs to open the door, when she sees you she doesn't think twice and hugs you very tight and says "Y/N MY GOD I MISS YOU" and keeps hugging you tight

When the girls heard your name they ran to hug you and find you

they all give you a hug and thank you for everything you've done for them and how grateful they are to have you as a friend, they invite you to sit on their couch and you start talking and Bada sits next to you holding your hand

Kyma asks you if you'd like to have dinner with the girls and you reply "of course I'd love to go out to dinner with my girls" you say excited to have dinner with them

---Time Skip------

You already found yourself having dinner at a restaurant that you always go to when you have nothing to do, you are practically friends with the owner so sometimes he reserves the restaurant just for you

you had ordered a Japchae accompanied by a soju to celebrate this amazing night that was happening, during dinner you laughed a lot talked about various subjects until it was 11:30 pm and you were all already saying goodbye to you and Bada because you were going to sleep at her house tonight, you and the girls gave each other some hugs and went your separate ways, while you and Bada were walking through the streets of the bustling city of Seoul, you spotted a karaoke house open at 11:51 p.m., you immediately asked Bada

" Bada, you know I like you a lot, don't you? " You tried to find a way to ask her

What's your new idea? Please don't rob a bank," she says, making fun of her and laughing

"Spare me this time you're going to say yes! You know that karaoke in front of you? We might as well go, right? You ask the eldest silently and thinking of an answer

"Hmm let me see I THOUGHT IT WAS A GREAT IDEA" she says excitedly

"LET'S GO THEN" you say pulling her hand and going inside the karaoke

"But we're going to have rules, aren't we?" says Bada Lee, raising an eyebrow waiting for his answer

"Of course we will, the rules are as follows. If you win I'll pay you anything you want and if I win vice versa, what do you think? "You give this idea of a rule already inside the room looking for a song to start singing

"Closed then, but get your wallet ready 'cause we know I'm going to win I'm the queen of karaoke" she says teasing you

"That's what we're going to see, baby," you counter her teasing

after that you choose the song Abracadabra Do Brown Eyed Girls and start playing the song you jumped and sang as the song was playing, Bada Lee just kept looking at you and laughing at you singing She knew you were great at karaoke but she had to win this time

her turn was over now it was her turn she chose Maria, Justin Bieber she knew you loved this song

She sang looking into your eyes without looking away if you wanted to feel butterflies in your stomach, that look penetrating your eyes, you tried not to show anything, she was your best friend, you couldn't feel anything for her, right?...

after a few songs played and you sang finally the points were going to come out, you were extremely confident that you were going to win until you heard a scream coming from Bada

"FUCK HAHA I WON I FUCKING WON" You couldn't believe it she had won you had no reaction at all

"NO LIE NO CHANCE WAS STOLEN HOW IS IT POSSIBLE?" You were in denial that she had won meanwhile Bada laughed in your face she was red from laughing so hard she got from you

she looks into your eyes and asks "can I make my requests so Mrs. Y/n?"

You snort at her question and you immediately say "go ahead, make your wishes" you roll your eyes

"I'd like the tastiest chocolate ice cream I have with all the accompaniments, I'm in need of a cold ice cream, could you do that for me?" She looks at you with a puppy face

an idea pops into your head and you immediately say "of course Miss Bada" with that you take your cell phone and run out of the room slamming the door of the room where Bada was, you went straight to an ice cream shop that she loved always when you went out she went there she loved the ice cream of that place, you took her ice cream and ran back to the room where Bada was lying on the couch fiddling with her cell phone Looking at some funny tweets, she jumped up when you opened the door hard, you handed her the ice cream and her eyes lit up when she saw that ice cream

"Happy now?" you ask to the tallest

And she replies: "Obviously, yes, look at this, my God, it must be delicious", she without thinking twice eats that ice cream with so much taste, but she thought of an idea...

After this rush you lay down on the couch and started to fiddle with your cell phone when you looked to the side Bada was all dirty with chocolate her white blouse was all stained her chin was covered in ice cream the around her mouth dripped chocolate in the pants of the tallest what you didn't expect was that she was doing this on purpose to tease you, You saw this scene and thought of nothing but laughing until your belly hurt with laughter

"Bada, you look like a child eating my god" you complain to the tallest one who doesn't even give the ball, but you keep eating your ice cream in a slow way, you get paralyzed and say "can you clean up please?" you keep laughing and take a picture of the tallest one putting it on your lock screen

"I'm going to go to the bathroom to get some paper for you to clean up, okay? and finish this ice cream soon, we have one more round, right?" you leave the room giving a wink to Bada and going to get paper for Bada you clean it, you go back to the room sitting next to Bada

And she had gotten even dirtier, you couldn't believe what you were seeing...

You get to clean shirt from the highest

"Did you have to get your white shirt dirty? Is that serious?" you see her giving a corner smile while still smearing herself with the chocolate

"Come on, eat this ice cream soon" you say anxiously already

"No, I said that I'm going to take my time with this ice cream and that's exactly what I'm going to do. It's not my fault," she says teasing you

"Whose fault is mine then? eat fast I'm getting sleepy already" you say lying on the couch across the room facing Bada while she ate you fell asleep and slept on the couch right there

She sees that you have fallen asleep and slowly she goes up to you and makes drawings all over your face, she covers your face with chocolate frosting while she did this she didn't hold back and had to laugh she didn't care if you woke up what she was most attached to as her face was funny with the drawings

----- time skip -----

01:57 am

you wake up at this time all sweaty and with your whole body aching right when you open your eyes you see Bada red from laughing so much but when you look at her quickly she changes her expression to a serious one trying to hold back her laughter

"I'll go to the bathroom, I'll be right back" you say leaving the room, right when you left Bada couldn't contain herself she was even now laughing at what she did to her face

A few minutes later you return to the room red with rage

"BADA, LEE, WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FACE?" You ask her angrily but she couldn't hold back her laughter and fell to the floor laughing and you started laughing along your belly it hurt more and more that you were laughing

About 10 minutes went by and you were lying on the floor laughing until now you were out of breath from laughing

"LMAO, when we get to your house you're going to clean my face, that's your punishment for painting me like that" you say, trying to draw in the air to be able to talk between laughs

"Alright, alright," Bada says laughing even harder,

Her laugh was contagious, you'd see her laughing and you'd think "oh my god, how can a girl be so beautiful laughing" and you're still laughing with her

Minutes went by and you went down to go home, you were extremely tired especially bada

Right when you get home you ask

"Bada, can I wear one of your clothes? I didn't bring any clothes" you ask the tallest one who was entering the apartment turning on the lights

"Yes, you can! I have some big hoodies in my closet, you can take them, you'll enjoy wearing them," Bada says, smiling at you

you walk into Bada's room and you see how beautiful he is

you take a duckdive shirt with BADA written BADA on the back and on the front TEAM BEBE and a pair of black and white striped pants and show it to the taller one "can I get these two here?" you ask waiting for permission

"Of course!! you can take it" Bada says

Right after you change you go back to the room you can't help but notice Bada's mouth open when she saw you with her clothes, she was wearing a shirt just like yours but green from Duckdive without Bada on the back and red pants with black, you looked like a couple wearing matching things and Bada's heart races when he sees you.

"I'm feeling so Bada Lee right now" you laugh out loud

"You look beautiful just like me" Bada teases you with a scarstic tone

You sit facing the taller one waiting for her to wipe your face

"You look so cute that cute cat" she teases you

"Fuck you" you say as she wipes her face gently, her long and slender fingers were so soft, impure thoughts took over your mind, you could only think of her filling you with her fingers, but you were her best friend, you couldn't have those thoughts, right?

"That's it, I'm done, Miss Y/N," Bada says, stroking her face

"Thank you so much," you say, ruffling her hair a little.

it didn't take long for Badá to fall asleep...

until an idea popped into your mind "What if I make the same drawings she did on me?" you didn't think twice and went to Bada's bathroom to get a tube of toothpaste to put your plan into action

You stood next to Bada stroking her hair while putting some toothpaste on her fingers and running it over her face and writing "revenge" on her forehead

Right after that you went running to the bathroom to wash your hand so as not to leave it with the strong smell of mint

you lay down next to Bada and fell asleep in her arms, without realizing you were hugging Bada's waist sleeping on her chest

----Bada's vision------

I was pretending the whole time I was asleep to see Y/N's next move What was she going to do? I could smell the strong smell of mint and toothpaste running down my neck I could feel her heavy breathing on my chest I could feel the warmth of her body against mine I had never felt anything like this something took over my body but I couldn't do anything but fall asleep and wait for tomorrow...

Bada slept cuddling you, holding your body against hers, your breathing was synchronized

- - - - - Time Skip - - - - -

It's morning the sun beats down against Bada's bedroom window, she woke up just before you she was still holding you she didn't let go of you even for a moment

---Your Vision------

You wake up with your eyes half open by the glare of the sun, you see Bada staring at the window half pensive...

" Good morning Badari ! " you say looking at her wanting to laugh because of your face full of toothpaste

"Good morning miss y/n, could you explain to me what that would be on my beautiful and wonderful face?" Bada asks raising an eyebrow

You couldn't help but laugh She laughed along

"You'll see Y/n" she threatens you laughing

while Bada is still in bed you go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your skin care with the highest products, while you do your skin care you get a call from Lusher, you answer the call saying

"Good morning Lusher!! All right?" you ask smearing the guasha on your face

Lusher notices that you are in the bathroom and asks "Everything yes!! What about you? Are you in Bada's house? how are you with the leader?" you choke on your saliva and say "Yes, she's fine, it's just that her face is a little weird" you say holding back your laughter

"What do you mean, strange?" Lusher asks for you

"BADARIIIIII" you call bada and she comes running to the bathroom tripping over her own foot

"Hey Bada!" says Lusher

"Hey Luster, how's it going?" says Bada, approaching the camera and grabbing her waist Pressing her body with your body it makes you blush and continues as if nothing happened, when Lusher sees the taller one's face full of toothpaste she starts laughing and Bada soon says "One more to make fun of my face, my god what a world this is" she says whimpering and pressing her waist harder, you look at the confused bada and then hang up the call saying goodbye to Lusher who was still laughing said she would tell you something important later, with that bada washed her own face and started her skin care.

You went down to Bada's kitchen and started making a well-prepared coffee for you and her

----Time Skip------

you were at the dinner table eating and talking and laughing at yesterday's events Bada enjoyed her food very much, she had never eaten home food as good as yours until...

"Y/n, can I make you a little bit of a personal request? And maybe it makes you mad? Bada says looking deep into his eyes

"Of course, go ahead if it's in my power I can carry out that request," you say taking a glass of water and drinking it slowly

Bada took courage within 19 years of friendship with you...

"So I... Can I kiss you?" Bada says red-faced and her hand covering her own face

After she says that, you end up drowning with the water, you didn't expect that kind of question... You didn't know what to feel It seems that the most awaited day has arrived, the day you have been waiting for the most has really arrived on a platter for you...

OK THIS IS REALLY GOOD!! forgive me if there are mistakes!! English is not my first language!! wait for more chapters... 🫶🏻 and also a merry Christmas!!

#bada lee #bada lee smut #bada imagine #swf2 x reader #bada fanfic #bada x reader #bada lee x y/n #lee bada #swf2 #street woman fighter 2 #wlw #gxg imagine #gxg #lusher #tatter #team bebe

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atinylittlepain · 11 months

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Apothecary - chapter nine

joel miller x witchy!reader

series masterlist

ring around the moon, trouble coming soon.

warnings | 18+ smut, ANGST - i'm not going to spoil anything but fr shit gets real and very sad here so please take care

wordcount: 5K ish

a/n | i am so nervous to share this chapter. listen, this was a very difficult chapter for me to write. i have to thank @beskarandblasters for holding my hand and keeping my secret through it. all i can say is, it hurt me as much as i imagine it might hurt you and i am truly sorry. this is where the progression of the plot dictated me to go. as mentioned, this is the last chapter for a while, but there is much much more to come once i return in august. my inbox is always open, come tell me what you think <3

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“I think Ellie was disappointed.”

“Why d’you think that?” “I don’t know, I think she was expecting a little more razzle-dazzle.” Joel chuckles at that, pulling her closer into his side on the couch and landing a kiss to the top of her head. The fire crackles and pops, the glow of the fireplace crawling up the walls of the living room, hazy and golden.

“Should’ve done that little candle trick, darlin. Kid’s eyes would’ve popped out of her head.”

“Pfft, I’m pretty sure your eyes almost popped out of your head when I showed it to you.” They share a quiet laugh, settling down into each other, the warmth from the fireplace melting muscle and bone into an easy tangle. It’s the last night of Samhain, a time, she had explained to Joel, to burn away the passing year before the darkness of winter settles in. While Ellie had been excited for the late night fire, she had seemed a bit unsatisfied with how simple and quiet the whole thing had been, excusing herself with a dramatic yawn to her room in the outfitted garage. But Joel doesn’t mind if it means that he gets a little more time with his woman just to himself.

“So, was this a good, um– is holiday the right word?” Though he feels a bit foolish asking it, she just smiles, tilting her chin up at him from where she’s resting against his chest.

“Holiday works, yeah. And this was the best one I’ve had in a while.”

“Really?” Her smile broadens, nodding at his question.

“Mmhmm, because I got to share it with you and Ellie.” He may not understand all of it, the traditions and history, how any of it can even be real, but what he does know is that it means something for her to share this with him, with them.

“I’m glad that you did, darlin, and I know Ellie is too. I– thank you.” Her brow quirks at that, leaning back to fully look at him.

“What’re you saying thank you for?”

“I don’t know– everything. Just, thank you.” He does know, his mind rolling through memories. He could thank her for taking Ellie under her wing, keeping her out of trouble and getting her excited about something. He could thank her for being patient with him, being honest with him, giving him a second chance and then some when he first tried to figure her out. He could thank her for moving in with him, for waking up next to him every morning, for taking his hand in hers whenever they walk through town. He could thank her for that first time they met, how she whirled around him, all warmth and no pretense, so easily letting herself into the small pinprick of light that was his world. He could thank her for a lot of things, but the language fails him, so he settles for everything, sealing his words with a slanted kiss as she twists in his hold to deepen it.

He feels like a teenager again with how bad he wants her all the time, pushing and pulling to get her splayed out on the living room rug, the fire casting a radiant waltz over every new inch of skin he reveals. When he tugs her jeans down her hips, hands a greedy drag, she huffs out a laugh that draws his attention back up to her face.

“You’re very insistent tonight.” She says it with a quirked grin, head tilted to look at him where he’s kneeling between her legs. His heart catches at the sight of her, shirt discarded, bare from the waist up, her jeans still halfway down her legs, hair wild and lips darkened by his kisses. And suddenly his insistence turns a little quicker, a little headier, a little darker, not giving her any answer but pulling her pants off the rest of the way before settling back between her thighs, his open mouth dragging up soft skin before hovering over the faded cotton of her panties, her hips jolting with each of his hot exhales.

He can’t tear his eyes away from her, propped up on her elbows to look at him, brows pinched at the way he ghosts his lips over her, nosing at her clit through thin fabric. He’s never wanted anyone like this, so unconditionally, however he can, in whatever way he can, a surrender so complete it scares him. But getting her like this, sighing for him, whispering his name, it’s enough for him to give it all up to her, more than willingly.

When he finally stops teasing her, getting her completely bare for him, giving her his mouth in the way he knows she wants it, it’s like the sweetest prayer, every sigh a sacrament, her fingers threading through his hair to guide him a holy hail. The woman he worships and the pleasure he provides. He indulges in her, a delicate devouring of her, licking into her before nosing up until his lips drag over her clit, tongue finding that spot, a persistent press. He knows every moan, every jolting muscle, every crumbling exhale, another piece of her he gets to hold.

Her heel digs into his shoulder blade, knee bent and askew as she tenses all at once, hips canting up into his mouth, before going slack with a ragged breath of his name, a brilliant vision of release. A kiss to her hip bone, one to her heaving stomach, the valley of her breasts, the curve of her chin before he stops at her lips, both of them insistent in their shared tangle.

Where he worships, she wills, hands moving with certainty, working him out of his clothes until his skin can press against hers. The heat from the still-blazing fire sets sweat beading, cheeks flushed in warmth as they move together.

“So good like this, darlin. My woman, mine.” Her back arches up, the peaks of her breasts drawn taut against his skin where they’re pressed together, humid and hazy, all heat, all need. She’s perfect around him, cunt swollen and dripping as his hips spear into hers, her heel an insistent press into his ass. Stay here, be mine, stay here, I’m yours.

He ducks his head down, skin pulling away with a smarting stick they’ve started to sweat so much, his teeth catching on the curve of her breast, her cry washing over him when he bites down.

“Joel.” There it is, long and raspy, the only way he likes to hear his name, dripping with need, slipping down her throat. The slap of skin, the salacious sound of her cunt taking him again and again and again. And it’s greedy when he brings his fingers down to smear over her clit, groaning at the way she clenches around him, desperate to pull that pleasure from her one more time.

“Please.” Oh how closely pain and pleasure dance in the crumbling of her brow, the way her lips part around a frown that hinges into a cry when she unravels around him, wet and aching, the tendons in her throat jumping, inviting his mouth to press against them as he goes spiraling after her, his warmth smearing in the crux of her thighs.

They fall asleep to the slow, whimpering embers of the fire, a faint smolder of shadows cast over their still embrace, the night pulling them into the pagan new year.

…

“Have you seen Stevie today?”

“Not since this morning, why?” She shrugs at Ellie’s question, checking over her shoulder at the pot of herbs steeping on the stove before focusing back on her.

“I don’t know, I just– she’s usually around the shop at this time of day, I swear it’s like she’s figured out exactly what time you come over from school.” Ellie hums in agreement, swiveling a bit side to side on her stool next to the butcher block.

“Sometimes she likes to follow Joel, y’know, maybe she wandered outside the gate with him this morning.” That thought seems to distress Ellie, her eyebrows jilting up in a worried pinch that she’s quick to calm.

“Don’t worry about that, kid. Little miss may like to follow him, but she knows better than to wander outside. Anyways, she’s probably just found a little trouble to get into.” She’s a bit too distracted to worry much more about Stevie, she knows she can handle herself and her mind is stuck on the fact that Joel’s patrol shifts are ramping up again. It still nags her thoughts whenever he’s outside the walls, that maybe this is the time that he ends up like all the others, a constant eye on the clock until he’s back.

“You know he’s gonna come back, right? He always comes back.” Ellie’s quiet words snap her back out of her head, grateful for the easy comfort she offers.

“I know. Just, still gotta worry a bit. But I know. I bet we’ll see him and Stevie both waltzing toward us when we head down to the dining hall for the community dinner.” Ellie lets out a groan at the mention of their obligation to join in at the once-a-month shared meal, something Maria recommended as a way to keep the rumor mill quiet. She had never thought about it that way, that her keeping to herself made all the talk worse, and all the talk then made her want to shutter herself away even more. But being around the other folks of Jackson more, and not just when she’s treating them, has seemed to further quell all the swirling rumors. Hence, community dinner night.

“Kid, I don’t know what you’re complaining about. I’m pretty sure Dina is gonna be there.” Even though she’s certain they’ve been dating for a few months now, any mention of Dina is a surefire way to set Ellie blushing, which she tries to hide behind a scrunched up expression.

“I mean, yeah, I guess, it’s whatever. But I’m swiping an extra piece of pie for my troubles.” She has to laugh at Ellie’s huffy claim, shaking her head before turning back to the stove.

“I won’t tell if you come help me pour this stuff into these bottles.”

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It’s not that he minds it exactly, he understands that it’s a good sign that people are seeking out her help. But he’d rather not hear about some man’s rash in the middle of his dinner. Ellie shoots him a grossed-out expression around her spoon, and Joel is inclined to agree with the sentiment, though his woman seems to have no trouble talking with the man about a salve she can give him for his particular ailment. The dining hall is close and warm, folks sharing tables with each other, conversation easy and echoing in the high-ceilinged room, and Joel can’t wait until it’s socially acceptable for them to leave.

“If you stop by the shop in the morning I’ll have that all whipped up for you, ok?” The man thanks her quietly, nodding to Joel as well before he walks back over to his own table. Joel, meanwhile, is trying and failing to remember the guy’s name.

“Artie Peterson, he works on the council with Maria and Tommy.” Once again, she seems to know what he’s thinking before he even opens his mouth, giving his thigh a quick squeeze before tucking back into her meal. But it isn’t long after that Maura Nichols is coming over with her plate.

“Hey y’all, is it ok if I sit with you?” She’s quick to welcome Maura over, pulling out the empty seat next to her for the woman and starting up an easy conversation with her. Joel can’t help but notice the worry lining Maura’s eyes, the quick glances away, and he reckons that she’s probably looking out for Matthew, guarding against another scene like the one he made at the town meeting. The thought is enough for him to try a little harder, leaning his elbows on the table to at least look like he’s intently listening to the conversation, nodding along to what Maura says.

“So are you two thinking about having a ceremony?” Ellie chokes on her sip of water when Maura asks that, snapping Joel back into attention, his woman letting out a nervous laugh beside him.

“Um, a ceremony for what?” She asks it on a breathy chuckle to Maura who’s still looking expectantly between them.

“Well I just assumed, two people in love and all, you’d be wanting to get married.” At that, Ellie starts coughing around a bite of pie, something between a laugh and a wheeze as Joel thumps her on the back until she settles back down.

“Oh, uh, I mean, we haven’t really talked about it. I don’t think that’s really our speed, right, Joel?” She turns her head to look at him, eyebrows creased in a clear plea for back-up.

“Yeah, I– we– that’s not, not really on the radar right now.” Maura nods, looking a bit chastened at their reaction to her questions.

“I’m sorry, me and my big mouth didn’t mean to pry, I just meant to say that you seem so good together, that’s all.” His woman graciously accepts Maura’s comment while Joel sinks back into his thoughts, Ellie muttering something about Dina and slinking off in the periphery. He was certainly surprised by Maura’s words, but even more surprised that the idea of a ceremony didn’t feel so ridiculous to him. He knows it’s silly, frivolous, something like marriage not meaning a damn thing in this world, but he doesn’t mind the idea of something official, something permanent.

He spends the rest of dinner somewhere between his seat next to his woman and a vague vision of a ring and a vow. But he shakes that thought clear of his mind when they step out into the cool night air, Ellie a few strides ahead of them, calling out for Stevie as they walk home.

“Sorry about Maura’s whole ceremony question. I didn’t mean to speak for you, I just sort of panicked.” She squeezes his hand, a nervous glance his way as they continue walking. He finds that he has to clear his throat before responding.

“No, no, that’s fine, darlin. Kind of a useless question to be asking anyways.” Part of him hopes that the quick flash across her face is something other than acquiescence, something closer to disappointment, but he doesn’t have much time to consider it before his attention is pulled away by the sound of Ellie letting out a clipped gasp.

Everything happens slow, as if underwater, Ellie kneeling down on the porch, curled over in a shuddering heave, Joel’s mind going blank with fear. And everything happens slow until it doesn’t anymore, her hand breaking from his as she makes a stilted jog up the porch steps, body going rigid as she sees whatever Ellie is hunched over.

What? It’s more of a shriek than a word, high and jagged in her throat as she sinks to her knees next to Ellie, letting out a string of staccato yelps. It’s despair distilled, the sounds she makes, Joel’s heart a tight fist as he tentatively steps onto the porch.

She could be sleeping, if you didn’t look closely. Laying on her side, having dozed off after catching the last rays of sun. But there is no rise and fall of her sleek, black fur, no stirring when Ellie lays a shaking palm over her belly.

Stevie’s not sleeping.

She’s trembling, reaching for the lifeless animal before jerking her hands away as if she might get burned, Ellie pulling her into a tight hug as she all but dissolves into sobs. And Joel feels helpless, standing over them, unable to figure out how to fucking fix this. But when his brain catches on the one thing that makes sense, that feels like an explanation and a solution all at once, he finds himself stumbling down the porch and back toward the main drag of Jackson, toward the Tispy Bison where he knows he can find who he’s looking for.

In another life, when he and Tommy lived on the road together, his brother had described what Joel did as like flipping a switch. Something would fall over his eyes and his mind, his body moving with a violent knowledge, purpose in the pain he inflicted. It’s how he moves now, cutting through the crowd in the bar and finding Mason in the back of the room, the grin on his face expectant, like he’s been waiting for him. And though the man opens his mouth to speak, Joel doesn’t give him the chance to get any words out before he’s grabbing him by the back of his neck and dragging him out of the bar on unsteady feet, slamming him hard against the alley wall.

“Tell me right now that you didn’t do it and I’ll think about not killing you.” Mason’s smirk splits into a slippery grin, not even struggling in Joel’s grip.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Miller. But if you ask me, people oughta keep a closer eye on their pets.” It’s all he needs to hear, enough for him to pull his fist back before letting it swing scare into Mason’s jaw.

This time, he doesn’t stop swinging.

…

At some point, she must have worn herself out enough to fall asleep, sitting slumped on the couch, her neck tipped back in a painful crunch. Her eyes are so heavy, so swollen, that she can barely open them when a light squeeze is pressed into her shoulder.

“Joel?” Her voice is hoarse, barely cracking a whisper, too quiet for Ellie to stir, tucked close into her side and asleep. He’s kneeling in front of her legs, both his hands coming to rest on her knees, eyes searching her face, and suddenly she feels like she’s going to fall apart all over again.

“Where– where have you been?” It had been a blur, an awful haze, wrapping Stevie’s body in a thick blanket and tucking her into a box, both of them unsure what to do next except for cry. At some point, it had registered somewhere in the periphery of her mind that Joel wasn’t there, but it had been a fleeting thought, a deeper and darker wave of emotion washing it away in the night. And though she tries to be concerned about it now, any worry, any questioning is swept away with a fresh flood of tears.

“I’m so sorry, darlin. I’m here now, I’ve got you.” He shifts to sit on the couch next to her, pulling her into his side as she starts to shudder, her sob breaking into the fabric of his flannel. Her mind can’t stretch much further than the span of this grief, stop-starting itself to a jagged rhythm of disbelief followed by realizing over and over again that this is real, that her girl has left her. It feels like a horrible, lurching ride that she can’t figure out how to get off of.

“W-we need to bury her.”

“I know, darlin. We will. Just rest right now, ok? I’ll take care of everything.” They speak in a quiet hush, Ellie still sound asleep on her other side.

“I always knew it’d be time for her to g-go eventually. But it just– it feels too soon, feels too fucking soon.” Believing what she does, knowing what she does, it doesn’t make the agony any less complete, any less brutal. And once again, all she can do is cry as Joel pulls her a little closer.

…

They bury her in the backyard, beneath the towering cottonwood she had a proclivity for climbing. He knew that Ellie had grown attached to Stevie, but he’s still taken aback by just how torn apart she is, saying a few words over the freshly-covered grave before tears take over her voice again. But it’s the sight of his woman that keeps breaking his heart, a silent sadness taking over her slackened features, eyes and cheeks red with salt, her voice faint and uneven as she says goodbye.

He moves them both through the rest of the day, making sure they eat, coaxing glasses of water into their hands, keeping a fire burning in the living room where they’ve curled up on the couch. Joel knows grief. He knows that it comes in strange waves, reality stretching thin and frail in the beginning. But it still frustrates him that he can’t do more, that he can’t take their pain into his own hands and make it go away. Whatever he can control, he does. Whatever he can fix, he does.

When both of them have managed to fall asleep in the still of the night, he quietly slips out the front door, half-expecting Stevie to fall into step beside him, a twinge of pain shooting through his chest, a particular loss he didn’t know he’d feel.

Tommy is waiting for him at the stables, pressing up off the wall of the barn as Joel approaches.

“Let’s take care of this.”

The body has already gone stiff, wrapped up in an old sheet, both of them having to work to get it slung over the back of one of the horses, a heavy blanket draped over top of it to ward off prying eyes. Luckily, no one on patrol bats an eye when Tommy Miller asks for the gate to be opened for him and his brother.

They ride out toward the plains, the moon casting the hills in purple shadows. And, after deciding that they’ve gotten far enough away, together, they dig.

He had gone to his brother the night before and told him everything. And Tommy had made a few things clear. He would help him, but no one could ever find out, they would never speak of this again, and they would get it done as soon as possible.

They work through the night, the sun curling golden fingers over their shifting backs, stripped down to their undershirts, sweat sticking cool in the crisp morning air. When they finish, a fresh plot of overturned dirt lays before them, what rests below something only they will ever know, with any luck. Joel opens his mouth to speak, but Tommy stops him with a palm held out.

“Don’t, Joel. I’m not gonna judge you for what you did, but I ain’t gonna talk about it either. Blood helps blood, but I don’t wanna hear another thing about this. It’s done. Let’s get back to town before anyone realizes we’re gone.”

…

She wakes up the same way she did the morning before, curled on the couch with Ellie tucked into her side. It was a deep but restless sleep, nothing could have woken her from it, but now opening her eyes, she feels like she could fall back into it all over again. She hears what she assumes is Joel puttering around in the kitchen, the soft clink of dishes, the click of the stove coming on and the hiss of the kettle.

She knows she can’t stay on the couch again today, knows that people need her, so she presses her grief down until she can just barely swallow it, quietly getting up without waking Ellie and padding into the kitchen.

“You must think me really pitiful to be brewing actual coffee.” He doesn’t say anything, simply taking the few strides to reach her and pull her into a tight hug, her face pressing into his shirt, inhaling him so deep she can’t cry.

“I’m fine, really. I am.”

“No one’s expecting you to be fine, darlin. Stevie was, well, she was different, wasn’t she?” She finds herself letting out a weak laugh at that, nodding meekly against his chest.

“Yeah, she was.” Silence, and suddenly she feels like it’s a really good idea to stay exactly like this, swaying lightly in his hold, her nose buried into the fabric of his shirt, for the rest of the day, a sign in and of itself for her to disentangle herself with a shaky sigh.

“I’m not gonna miss any more appointments. Don’t wanna let people down.” Joel nods, holding onto one of her hands between them.

“I think people would understand if you needed another day, honey. But I also think it could be good for you, get out, take your mind off it for a little while.” He pours her a cup of coffee and gets started on breakfast, Ellie shuffling in and slumping down at the dining table next to her. She curves what could be a smile across her face, resting one of her hands over Ellie’s.

“Hey, kid, I’m gonna go into the shop today. Would you– would you wanna come help out after school?” She shrugs, a quietly murmured yeah, I guess as Joel sets down plates for all of them.

There’s no two ways about it, the morning is hard, making her house visits, half expecting Stevie to be trailing her heels, half expecting to catch a glimpse of her girl as she moves through town. People are surprisingly kind about it, offering quiet apologies that she thinks might be more painful than if they just didn’t say anything, though she knows they mean well.

It’s both a relief and a reminder, getting back to the shop, and she’s desperate for Ellie to show up so it doesn’t seem so quiet. But soon after she does come over from school, Maura comes in as well, carrying a small bundle of flowers, some of the last of the season.

“I’m so sorry for your loss. Some folks don’t understand how hard it is, losing a pet. But they’re as much family as anyone else, aren’t they?” She accepts the flowers from Maura with a small smile and a nod, still surprised by how easily this woman extends her kindness.

“I also wanted to see if you heard the news.” Her brow furrows at that, looking over to Ellie who seems equally unsure of what Maura’s talking about.

“Oh, you haven’t. Well, apparently Mason skipped town. Folks hadn’t seen him in a day or so, and Tommy finally let people know that he decided to leave last night. Why anyone in their right mind would want to go out there on their own is beyond me, but I say good riddance.”

It doesn’t feel right, though she can’t place exactly why. She looks to Ellie, whose face is set in a strange, steely expression, something hidden, working through something in her mind. Her thoughts flicker, moving her before it’s even fully formed in her mind, an instinctive knowing, like when you go to reach for something but find it missing.

“Maura, could you stay here with Ellie for a moment? I need to go check on something real quick.” Ellie calls after her, though she’s already out the door and heading for the stables.

Joel looks taken aback when he sees her walking a straight line toward him, but before he can get a word in edgewise she’s grabbing him by his wrist and tugging him into the stables, into the darkest corner behind a large stack of hay, her words coming out in a hushed torrent.

“Tell me right now that you had nothing to do with it.” His mouth is slack, brow furrowed, a picture of perfect surprise as she points her finger into his chest.

“What– nothing to do with what? What’re you talking about?”

“Mason is gone, and I swear to whatever powers there are, if you had anything to do with it I need to know now.” She can see the bob of his throat, eyes still wide at her outburst.

“Mason made his choice and he’s gone, that’s all.” She nearly laughs at his response, how dizzyingly vague it is. She knows him well enough to see that he’s keeping something from her, something in the set of his jaw, the huff he lets out as he speaks, and she wants more than anything not to see it, not to know it.

“That isn’t– that’s not good enough. Joel, I need you to promise me you didn’t have anything to do with this, please.” The tears start falling before she can stop them, and he’s quick to close the space between them, taking her face in his hands, his eyes steady on hers.

“I promise. That man made a decision and he left, end of story.” She lets him tuck her into his arms, lets him quiet her sobs, lets his palms run warm currents up and down her back.

He lies to her, and she lets him.

.......................................

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 4 months

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Can you do prompt 33 with Dovey?? Loving smut maybe?? Very vanilla if that’s cool just generally adorable and soft but also smutty

Winter Love ~Clarissa Dovey xFem Wife!Professor!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Hi hi anon!! Thank you for the request! Of course, I would love to write this for you. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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Prompt— Flannel PJs

#33. “Don’t do that... Let me see you.”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, oral sex, kissing, loving sex, light body adoration, etc.

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It was winter time, almost winter break, and both schools were bustling with holiday cheer and events.

You walked into your shared quarters after a long day of lecturing. You sighed, placing all your work on the desk in the little home office corner of your shared bedroom.

You walked past the large bed, heading towards the closet to change into something more casual, when you noticed a wrapped box on the edge of the bed. It was wrapped in sparkling red wrapping paper and adorned with a shimmery green ribbon. Looped through the ribbon was a tag. Naturally you opened the tag and it read—

To my lovely wife. A little early holiday surprise…!!

Love, Your Dove <333

You smiled and blushed to yourself as you read the note. In no time, you had opened the gift and in front of you was a four piece pj set. It was all a warm red-toned flannel. And you felt it, it was all silk. The set contained a button down flannel pj shirt, a really short pair of flannel shorts, cheeky flannel panties, and a classy flannel bralette.

You blushed even further once you reached the undergarments. You immediately began stripping and put on the new four piece outfit, excitingly lounging back on the bed awaiting you wife to come to your shared quarters for the night.

Eventually the door to your quarters opened with a click. Your wife entered the room with a sigh, closing the door behind her.

But Clarissa stopped in her tracks, her eyes stuck on you in the middle of your bed, adoring the new flannel pjs. She smiled.

“You just made my day…” she sighed with a chuckle, coming over to you and giving you a swift and nice kiss, before retracting to change.

Or rather just strip. The woman wasted no time in undressing and then coming back on the bed. She kissed you again, this time taking her time and putting her passion into the kiss.

“Missed you…” she hummed into your lips.

“Missed you more…” you groaned back, getting pushed to lay back on the bed as Clarissas nude form straddled you.

Her hands drifted to the ends of your silk shirt, and she looked at you suggestively. You bit your lip and immediately nodded. Dovey stripped you of your shirt and then your short shorts with ease.

You blushed at your newfound exposed skin, your instincts kicking in and covered yourself.

“Don’t do that... Let me see you.” Clarissa cooed, lightly moving your hands to the side.

Her gaze went up and down your frame taking in the lingerie set with your figure.

“Like what you see…?” You teased lightly, causing Clarissa to giggle lightly and come back up to your lips to kiss you once more.

You hummed into the kiss happily, your own hands wandering along Clarissa’s frame above you. Clarissa gasped as you teased her perked nipple.

“Heyyyy no teasing…!” Clarissa pouted, which was quickly followed by a giggle.

You smirked and then swiftly flipped the two of you around, making Clarissa help lightly. You began to trail down her body with your tongue, meeting her gaze the entire time.

Once you reached the woman’s sex, she gasped, her hand burying itself in your hair and pushing you impossibly closer to her needy sex.

“Yes yes yes…!” Clarissa chanted out in a groan as your tongue lapped through her folds.

You eagerly lapped away at Clarissa’s core, your hands holding her thighs from crushing you. You brought your wife all the way up and through her first high of the night. She came with the most angelic moans, leaving her panting and already starting to bliss out.

After you’d helped the woman down form her high, you crawled back up to her lips, kissing her. Clarissa moaned lightly at the taste of herself.

“Mmmmmm your turn…” Clarissa hummed into the kiss, grabbing ahold of your hips and flipping you back onto your back.

“Hmmm yes please” you breathed out, wiggling in anticipation.

Clarissa lowered herself to your core, eating no time in eating you out. Your hand jumped into the woman’s curly locks as you moaned out in pleasure. Clarissa continued to work you up, right to the edge of your high.

“Right there ‘Rissa right there—!” You groaned, as Clarissa latched her mouth around your clit.

She sucked hard. And you came undone. Clarissa lapped away at your folds until you were squirming in over sensitivity.

She then came back up to your lips, kissing your taste onto your lips. You both moaned lightly. Clarissa then collapsed in the bed right next to you.

“Thank you” Clarissa hummed.

“Thank you, ‘Rissa…” you breathed out with the biggest smile.

~~~

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wandanatrules · 4 months

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Can you do beefy!Nat where she comes home to see the reader in a little maid or school girl costumes and fucks the shit out of her with a strap. And makes reader gag on the strap. And maybe a size kink?

My Little Maid

word count: 730

pairing; beefy, ceo, g!p nat x subby, maid, fem reader

I’m trying to work on these requests, please keep sending them in. Thank you sm for supporting my work! I know this one is pretty short, but I’m trying to write as much as possible while I am still on winter break. Also thank you to all of those who message me and want to become mutuals I love talking to you all. I am also following back everyone that follows me. Sorry for rambling I hope you enjoy!

warnings: smut, oral (N receiving), foul language, cnc, choking kink, slut shaming, fingering, penetration

After a hard day at work, your boss Natasha walked through the door loosening her tie and kicking off her shoes. You waited for her at the door with a glass of whiskey ready to take her coat. You turned around to go tidy up when she grabbed you by the wrist. Accidentally knocking the drink out of her own hand and spilled it down your breasts, soaking your blouse and staining the carpet.

“It seems as though i’ve made a mess, won’t you be a dear and clean it up for me my little maid?” Natasha rasped in your ear, standing behind you grasping your tits.

“Uggh oh yes ma’am of course” You say hurriedly as you grab your rag and drop to your knees to clean up the spilled liquid.

Natasha watches in awe as you lean over harshly scrubbing the floor as your tits spill out of the top to your maid costume. Your panty-less ass was sticking out of the too short skirt that came with the outfit, as you leaned further onto the floor. Natasha’s dick began to stir in her pants as she reached down to grip your hips, muscles tensing. She just sat back and watched your ass move as you continued your attack on the stain.

“Don’t worry Ms. Romanoff i’m gonna get the stain out” you said determined, unaware that the woman behind you had dropped her pants and was stroking her cock to the sight of you. She was painfully hard and the only thing that would help her was your tight, wet, depths, so she quickly ripped down your skirt and thrusted herself into you, shocking you.

“Oh my god, Ms. Romanoff please.” you moaned as she picked up the pace with her brutal attack on your cunt.

“You are such a slut, letting anybody fuck your tight little pussy.” She rasped in your ear as she tied her belt around your neck to pull you back. “I should start making messes more often.”

“Ma’am I don’t know if we should be doing this, it's unprofessional.” You stammered out while trying to regain your composure. Your comment made her more feral as she pulled you up with the belt tightening it around your neck.

“You know you want this you fucking slut, walking around here with these tight shirts that spill your boobs out and short short skirts that leave your ass out every time you go to bend over. You knew since the moment you applied for this job that you wanted me to fuck you. Don’t ever disrespect me again. Shut up and take whatever I fucking give you.” Your boss said as she pushed you onto your stomach jerking the cum out of her dick before it spurted all over your chest and face.

“Hurry up and clean up this mess.” She said lifting you back onto your knees, so you can suck the sperm off of her cock. “ I should’ve cum inside you, you would be so sexy all round and plump with my baby walking around here cleaning up my messes. Wouldn’t you, my little maid? Such a shame it went to waste.”

You expertly swallowed her cock as she held down your head and roughly fucked your mouth. She was on her knees, her tall frame with hard chiseled abs, towered over you as you looked up at her and continued to suck her off. The throbbing between your legs was getting unbearable so you started to hump the rag you used to clean up her spill, moving your hips faster along with your mouth.

“Such a slut.”, she said as she removed her hands from your head and trailed them down to your wet and sticky cunt. Giving you her fingers to hump on.

“Oh my god ma’am i’m gonna cum, please.” you said falling apart in seconds above her expert fingers.

“I’m right there with you sweet heart.” She said as she finally let loose for the second time. A hot rush of cum dispensed down your throat spilling out the sides of your mouth as you tried your best to swallow it all.

“Oh natty, that was so good.” You said as she helped you up off the floor, “We should role play more often.”

“Of course baby, don’t forget I’ve got that school girl outfit coming in the mail.”

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 9 months

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Broken Heart

Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.

You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.

Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Language, violence

Previous Chapter

Chapter 13-

The plan was set to use Ciri as bait for Rience. Yarpen and his men were already off spreading word around the local bars, saying that he was transporting Ciri in his caravan, there was just one piece of the plan that needed to be organised.

Jaskier.

It had been a few months since you last saw the bard, so when you heard his voice in the distance you couldn't stop the smile from spreading across your face.

"Uh, no, darling. No! Look at me."

You paused on the corner of the dark alleyway, your cloak wrapped around your body covering your black studded armour and sword. The last thing you needed was for people to spread the word that a Witcher was in town, if that happened, the plan would be blown.

It wasn't hard to spot Jaskier across the street looking up at his partner Vespula. She was leaning over the balcony above him with his lute raised in her hands in a threatening gesture.

Oh, this looked interesting. What had Jaskier done now?

"Look at my eyes. There is no need to harm the innocent!" Jaskier all but pleaded as Vespula grinned and he knew exactly what was about to happen. "No, no, no, don't! No-"

She threw the instrument over the edge of the balcony while Jaskier shouted, and you had to admit that it was a good throw. The lute flew clean over Jaskiers head before a man standing not too far behind him caught the wooden instrument with ease.

The man seemed to be important if his fur collared outfit and the fancy dressed woman beside him was anything to go by. They kind of looked familiar, but you couldn't quite figure out who they were.

You remained hidden in the shadows of the alley while Jaskier spoke with the two of them. If you wanted to listen to their conversation, you easily could with your enhanced hearing, but you hated eavesdropping on people you cared about. It was an invasion of privacy that you did not feel comfortable with, so you chose to simply watch them from a distance.

Just from body language alone the man seemed to be nice and made Jaskier smile, however the woman on the other hand, didn't seem so nice. Jaskiers body tensed whenever she spoke or got near which was setting off alarm bells in your head.

Invasion of privacy or not, you began to listen to the conversation because that woman was making you feel uneasy.

"-or we will single-handedly undo every good deed you have done for the elves... we will kill them all." The woman whispered in his ear.

Was that a threat? Was this woman threatening him?

"Yeah, yeah, I got the gist." Jaskier replied, his body so tense it was almost shaking.

You took a step forward about to go over there not caring about being spotted when Jaskier might be in trouble.

"I've got business in town before we portal back to Tretogor. You have five days." The woman continued to say before she turned around, motioning for the man to follow.

You watched cautiously as the two of them walked away not taking your eyes off them until they disappeared around the buildings further down the road.

Jaskier remained standing in the middle of the street, his shoulders relaxing once the woman left as he looked down at the lute in his hands and let out a heavy sigh.

"Bad time?" You called out, announcing your presence as you walked over to him.

Jaskiers head snapped up in your direction with wide eyes and you grinned. He shortened the distance between you and threw his free arm around your neck, pulling you into a tight hug. You chuckled softly and wrapped your arms around his back hugging him just as tightly.

"By the Gods, I have missed you." He whispered, hugging you a little longer than he usually did.

"I missed you too, Jask."

His arm tightened around you a little and after a few more seconds he eventually pulled away, but you didn't comment on the long unusual hug because he clearly needed it.

"Are you okay? What did those people want?" You asked, glancing in the direction they had gone.

Jaskier hesitated before answering, "just Sandpiper stuff."

You eyed him cautiously knowing there was more to the story, but he simply held your gaze and didn't show any indication that he was going to elaborate further.

"If you're ever in any trouble, you know to come to me, right?" You asked gently and he smiled sadly.

"I know, my dear. You have saved my damsel in distress ass on many occasions. You are and always will be my Witcher in shiny armour that rescues me."

You smiled thinking back to all the times you had to stop him from getting hurt by angry husbands and wives after they walked in on the bard sleeping with their partners. It happened too many times to count, but he never did seem to learn his lesson.

"You can fuckin' keep that bastard!" Vespula suddenly shouted from the balcony behind you.

You glanced up over your shoulder to find her glaring down at him before she turned on her heels and stormed inside.

"What did you do this time?" You sighed, turning back to Jaskier who looked away sheepishly.

"She was having fun on the side as well. So, I am failing to see her issue. And it was just one time."

You raised your eyebrows, knowing your best friend better than he knew himself and he sighed.

"Okay, one time with many different people."

You snorted, "that sounds about right."

"Not that it isn't good to see you, Y/N, but, ah, what are you doing here?" Jaskier asked after a beat of silence.

You glanced around the area noting the few civilians walking down the street. None of them looked your way, but you didn't want to take any chances at being recognised, so you grabbed Jaskiers hand and pulled him back over to the dark alleyway.

"Oh, because this isn't creepy at all." He commented under his breath.

"We need your help."

"With what?"

"There's a person tracking Ciri... he has her blood so no matter where we go, he will find us, but not if we find him first." You began to explain.

"What do you want me to do?" Jaskier asked.

"Yarpen has a caravan leaving this afternoon. Ciri will be travelling with him, and we need you to go with her. Nobody would believe that we let Ciri go alone, but if she's with someone we trust..."

"...then they will believe it." Jaskier said, finishing your sentence and you nodded before he smiled. "Aww that's sweet. You guys trust me."

You rolled your eyes, "of course we trust you."

"So where will you, Geralt and Yennefer be?"

"We will be there too, but nobody can know that. Yarpen is off as we speak spreading word about transporting Ciri. It will work, but only if the person knows that we're not there."

"Who is this person that’s after Ciri?"

And there it was.

The question you had been waiting for and dreading.

It wasn't fair to ask Jaskier help be bait for Rience, not after what the fire mage had done to him. You had tried to tell Geralt and Yennefer that, but they were insistent that Jaskier was a requirement for this plan and wouldn't listen.

"The others told me to wait until you were there before telling you that little detail." You admitted, looking away from him.

"Why?"

"Because they're worried that you'll say no." You answered honestly staring at the brick wall behind him, wishing you didn't have to ask this. "But that's not fair on you."

You took in a deep breath and glanced back at him, those confused blue eyes were already looking at you, but for the first time, Jaskier remained silent waiting for you to continue.

"I'm going to tell you now and if you decide that you don't want to do it, you can simply walk away. I won't make you do something that you don't want to do and if anyone tries to argue, I will fight them."

Jaskier frowned, "Y/N, sweetheart, you're starting to scare me. Who is the person that Ciri and I will be bait for?"

"It's Rience."

Jaskiers face visibly paled at the name, and you hated yourself for it.

"Oh."

That was all the bard managed to say and you simply nodded but remained silent to give him some time to process the information.

"I... I can say no, right?" Jaskier hesitantly asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Of course. I wouldn't blame you if you did."

Jaskier nodded, "okay, then I say, yes."

"What?"

"Yes. I will help you guys by being bait for Mr. Fire Fingers."

"Jaskier-"

"I know." He said, cutting you off with a tight smile. "But you will be there to protect me, right?"

"I would never let anything happen to you." You reassured and Jaskiers tight smile smoothed out into his usual bright one.

"That is all I need to know."

"Are you sure?" You hesitantly asked.

"Nope, but let's go before I change my mind." Jaskier replied, turning around to walk off.

"Hey." You said, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder. "If you change your mind at any stage, you tell me, and I'll put an end to it. Okay? I don't care what the others say, your wellbeing comes first."

Jaskiers smile brightened at your words, and he rested his hand on top of yours on his shoulder.

"Your heart never ceases to amaze me, my dear lady."

You rolled your eyes. "c'mon, let's get out of here before someone recognises me."

It wasn't until the third day riding on horseback with Yarpen and his men that Rience showed up.

That night you took watch duty, keeping guard while the others slept, but other than a few owls hooting across the still night, there was nothing else nearby. Yarpen took over the watch shift during the early hours of the morning, allowing you to get a little sleep before you would all continue trekking.

You awoke to the sound of Jaskier strumming away at his lute nearby and you groaned, rolling over on your makeshift bed that you had been sharing with Geralt, only to find that he was no longer beside you.

"Some people are trying to sleep." You mumbled, rubbing your face with your hands as you sat up and looked around trying to locate Geralt.

"Actually, nobody is trying to sleep. You are the only one still in bed, quite lazy if you ask me." Jaskier teased with a smirk.

You glanced over at the bard to find him sitting on a fallen log, the lute sitting in his lap as he watched you in clear amusement.

"Sorry, I was a little busy staying awake on watch duty last night to make sure we weren't attacked in our sleep." You deadpanned.

Jaskier raised his hands, "okay, okay. Geez someone isn't a morning person."

You glared at him but there was no real heat behind it before you glanced around camp trying to find Geralt, but he was nowhere to be seen, neither were Yennefer and Ciri.

"They're over there. Ciri had a nightmare or something, I don't know." Jaskier shrugged, pointing to something behind you like he somehow knew what you were thinking.

You turned around and spotted the old structure of Shaerrawedd where you and Geralt had taken Ciri last night to show her the area and statue of Aelirenn, an elven warrior.

"I'll be back." You said, standing up with a stretch before throwing your sword sheath over your shoulder and walking over there.

"Francesca, the elven queen, she believed she could offer something more to her people." Yennefer was saying as you walked through the old remaining structure of Shaerrawedd.

"And so do I." Ciri said before glancing over her shoulder when she heard your footsteps.

You gave the girl a small smile when you noticed how emotional she seemed to be. Whatever they were talking about was serious.

You walked over to Geralt who lifted his arm and pulled you into his side, whispering a quiet 'good morning' and pressing a gentle kiss to your temple before focusing back on Ciri when the girl began talking.

"Geralt, Y/N, you guys taught me how to fight. Just like Calanthe." She looked between you and Geralt before continuing. "And Yen, you're teaching me how to harness my powers. Like Mousesack. What if this is the reason destiny bought us together? Nenneke said I have the power to change the cycle of hatred. And I want to. To be the balance between kinds and mages, and to align the Continent, instead of constantly pitting parts against each other. Because I am sick and tired of destruction and loss."

Geralt’s arm tightened around you for a moment before he pulled away and stepped over to Ciri, grabbing the girl’s shoulders and holding her in front of him.

"I don't doubt you, Ciri." He insisted. "I do doubt the world, though. It-"

Geralt stopped midsentence, his head snapping up on high alert and that’s when you heard it. The low rumbling in the distance.

Shit.

Rience was here already.

Geralt glanced over at you almost for confirmation that he wasn't hearing things and you simply nodded, "they're here."

"Let's go. Now." He ordered, looking over at you and Yen before he began to walk away, Yennefer quickly following.

Ciri watched them both walk off with almost worried eyes and you smiled sadly at the girl as you stepped forward.

"You got this." You insisted, resting your hand on her shoulder.

Ciri nodded before she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around you tightly.

"It's okay. It'll be okay." You reassured, hugging her back as you kissed the top of her head. "I told you that I would never let anything bad happen to you, didn't I?"

Ciri nodded against your chest, and you pulled away from her, grabbing her shoulder again and giving it a small squeeze.

"We will be right over there." You said, pointing to where Geralt and Yennefer were currently hiding behind a tall pillar across the remaining courtyard of Shaerrawedd.

Ciri nodded but didn't say anything before you gave her one last encouraging smile before you jogged over to Geralt and Yen, drawing your sword from your back, ready for the fight that was about to erupt.

"Are you ready?" Geralt asked quietly from beside you.

You glanced over at him, his golden eyes meeting yours as you gave him a small nod despite not being ready at all.

This fire mage was powerful, and he wouldn't come alone.

"How long do we wait?" Yennefer asked.

"Until she draws them out."

You took in a deep shaky breath, your fingers tightening around your sword as you stared at Ciri standing in the middle of the courtyard by herself.

"She can do this." Geralt insisted, noticing your clear worry.

You nodded despite not believing him in the slightest. It wasn't that you didn't think Ciri could fight. The girl could definitely fight. You taught her most of it yourself, but Rience was bad. Really bad.

"Cirilla of Cintra. Alone at last."

Hearing Rience’s voice had your heartrate skyrocketing and you hoped like hell that Jaskier was hidden away in Yarpen’s caravan right now.

A moment later, Rience stepped out from the shadows with a sickening grin spreading across his face as he stared at Ciri.

"Well, not quite. I've bought more friends this time." The mage explained, holding his arms out just as over a dozen men stepped out from behind the broken building, quickly surrounding Ciri before they attacked.

You watched on proudly as she took down three of the men single handedly before Geralt gave you the signal to join the fight.

That was all you needed before you reached down and grabbed a throwing knife from the inside of your boot. You threw it across the courtyard, impaling the blade through the neck of a man who had grabbed Ciri.

He instantly released his hold on her with a painful scream catching Riences attention, his eyes hardening in your direction before Yennefer stepped forward.

"Last time, I beat you with my wits. This time, you meet my magic." She said, just as Rience hurdled a ball of fire at her which she easily blocked with her own powers.

Whilst Yennefer was keeping Rience busy and distracted, you turned your attention to Riences men and stabbed your sword through the chest of the closest one. Geralt did the same, the two of you swiftly moving around each other as you cut, stabbed and sliced your way through the bad guys like you had done and trained for a thousand times before.

"I like my odds." Rience suddenly shouted.

You spun around and your heart stopped when you saw him holding Ciri to his chest in a headlock.

"I like our odds better!" Yarpens voice shouted and before you had a chance to react, Yarpen and his soldiers suddenly appeared out of nowhere and began charging at Riences men.

Jaskier was with them as well. He didn't have anything in his hands, no sword, no lute, not even a simple rock as a weapon, the bard had nothing to use to defend himself as he followed Yarpen into battle.

He was crazy.

Brave. But crazy.

You were so focused on Jaskier that you hadn't even realised that Ciri got free from Riences hold or the fact that the mage had summoned a portal to escape until you heard Yennefer shout.

"Geralt! Y/N!"

You spun around quickly just as Yennefer threw her hand up, holding the portal open with her magic before Geralt ran through after Rience, not letting him get away.

"Can you keep it open?" Ciri asked, looking between Yen and the black portal.

"Some new strain of Chaotic insanity. But I will. We just need to wait for Geralt."

You quickly glanced back over to Yarpens men, noting that they had slaughtered the last of Rience’s fighters before you turned back to Yennefer.

"I'll help Geralt-" You began to say before someone cut you off.

"Archers! Get down!"

Suddenly arrows whizzed through the air, and you hastily raised your free hand, casting a Quen in front of yourself, Ciri and Yen. The protective shield only just forming in time to block the arrows that hit it at force.

The others weren't so lucky though and you watched on in horror as many of Yarpens soldiers went down before an army of Elves marched into Shaerrawedd, swords and bows raised, ready for a fight.

Oh, shit.

"Keep it open." You ordered, glancing back at Yennefer.

She met your gaze with a strained expression, struggling to hold the portal open, but she nodded anyway before you turned your attention to the Elves who were already taking out Yarpens men.

Rushing forward, you swung your sword cutting through the Elves like butter before you caught a glimpse of familiar red out the corner of your eye.

You threw your hand up casting an Aard at the five Elves that were sprinting towards you with swords raised. The force of the telekinetic wave threw the Elves back a few metres, knocking them down before you turned around and searched the sea of Elves and Dwarfs until you spotted Jaskiers red jacket in the crowd.

You were about to shout at him to go and hide because the bard was still not holding any form of weaponry, but then you noticed what he was actually doing, and you quickly shut your mouth.

He was dragging the injured to safety. Jaskier was putting himself in danger to get Yarpens men out of harm’s way and tending to their injuries as best he could.

"Ah!" Ciri's voice screamed.

Your attention was snapped away from the bard quickly and you spun around just as one of the Elves grabbed Ciri's arm and began pulling her away.

"I got her! I got her!" He yelled.

"No, you don't." You muttered under your breath, adjusting your grip on your sword before spearing it through the air across the courtyard.

Ciri let out a surprised yelp when the blade of your sword impaled through the chest of the Elf beside her. He instantly released his hold on the girl as he fell to the ground, a pool of blood soaking into the dirt around him as his body laid motionless.

"Y/N!" Yennefer's voice suddenly shouted. "Get Geralt out of there! I can't hold it for much longer."

You glanced over at your sword in the Elves chest across the courtyard before glancing back at the portal and cursing under your breath.

Shit. There was no time to get the sword.

You sprinted back over to Yennefer, hesitating for a second before you jumped through the portal and instantly ducked behind the closest pillar when a wave of burning fire hurdled towards you.

"Fuck." You swore, only just managing to dodge it.

Geralt had his back pressed to the other pillar not far from you, seeking shelter from the never-ending stream of fire blasting between the two of you.

His golden eyes locked with yours through the flames, a questioning look washing over him.

"She can't hold the portal open for much longer." You explained, just as the fire finally came to a stop.

"Your mage is out of her depth!" Rience shouted from across the room.

Geralt spun out from behind the pillar, doing what you had done earlier and speared his sword through the air, but Rience was quick and managed to duck out the way at the last possible second. His sword clattered to the ground behind the mage before Geralt sprinted across the room and began fighting him hand-to-hand instead.

You reached down for you boot and silently cursed remembering that you had already used your throwing knife and made a mental note to retrieve it from the body you had thrown it into earlier.

Geralt had Rience on his knees before him, his hands clasped around the mage’s wrists stopping him from summoning his fire magic when out of nowhere arrows flew through portable at you.

You quickly casted a Quen to shield yourself and Geralt from the oncoming arrows, but you didn't do it quick enough because the first arrow slammed straight into your shoulder. You let out a sharp hiss at the hard, painful hit but managed to keep the shield up until the arrows stopped coming.

"Y/N?" Geralt called out from behind you.

"I'm good." You grunted, glancing down at the arrow imbedded through your shoulder.

Rience suddenly screamed the same time you heard two very distinct cracks, and you turned around just as Geralt let go of him, exposing the mages broken hands. Geralt quickly glanced over at you with a flash of worry in his eyes when he saw the arrow before the worry switched to confusion when he noticed the unique feathers on the end of the arrow shaft.

"Elves. They've come for Ciri. Go! I'm right behind you." You hurriedly shouted, knowing Yennefer wouldn't be able to hold the portal for much longer.

Geralt nodded, scooping up his sword from the ground before running back through the portal to protect Ciri. You began to walk after him while grabbing the end of the arrow before yanking it out your shoulder.

"Son of a bitch." You hissed under your breath, throwing the arrow to the ground and pressing your hand to the bloodied wound.

But just as you were about to step back through the portal, something hard slammed into the back of your head. The last thing you saw was the portal flickering shut in front of you before everything faded into darkness.

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Timeless.

Chapter IV.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier and as the Winter Soldier in general, flashbacks and dreams in italics like this, lots of feels, reader's being a little anxious, some stalking lol, a brief sex scene (p in v), very bad written smut, implied domestic violence (not from Bucky), murder mentioned, past lives, past 40'sreader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

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You were fired, that wasn’t a surprise.

Mia Alexander didn’t sue you for every penny you had, that was shocking.

But getting a call from Pepper Potts herself, that was the real main event of your whole life.

She asked you to go and pay her a visit at her office in the Avengers tower, like if that didn’t send you in a spiral of bliss and terror, what will you wear? What could a woman like her want to talk with someone like you? Even if Sergeant Barnes –Bucky, you reminded yourself- told her what had happened in the gala, she might be mad at you.

Your head begun to think in the possibilities all the way there, considering that this was the reason why Mia didn’t sued you, maybe Pepper Potts would do it.

When you finally arrived to the tower your stomach was in knots, not even your lucky outfit made you feel better but like every other day in your life you sucked it up and walked to the front desk.

“Hi, I’m here to see Miss Potts?” you said, making it sound more like a question and the receptionist stared at your vintage midi skirt and blouse like he understood your hesitation. You offered him a smile before telling him your name so he looked for it in the screen in front of him and gave you a visitant pass.

“Third floor, follow the hall, last door in your right” he said and then went back to his screen.

“Oh, ok, thanks” your neck was hot with embarrassment when you reached the elevators and just became more evident when you got in and someone else did too.

“Good morning, third floor too?” Scott Lang, THE Scott Lang, asked you and you could only nod like an idiot. He did a double take on your face and smiled “hey, I know you; you are the girl who throws champagne at evil bosses.”

You were turning purple, it was a sure thing.

“What?” it was all you said.

“Yeah, the other night you did an incredible stunt, Sam told us everything” so Captain America knew too, great. Scott must saw something in your expression because his changed “is ok, seriously, when we hear what she did no one blamed you for it, I was sure Hope was about to kick her ass and don’t let me start with Yelena” your head was spinning “I think it was brave and more subtle than ruining your boss company and driving a car to his pool”

That earned a strangled laugh from you.

“Are you going to see Miss Potts too, Mr. Lang?” you asked when the elevator doors opened again and you walked with him.

“Actually I’m going to see Maria Hill but I’ll see you later” he smiled at you with such honesty that you relaxed for the first time in all day, making your way to your destiny you noticed the front desk for Miss Potts assistant was empty and you were just on time which was as good as being late.

Without not knowing what to do, you knocked at her door.

“Come in”.

Taking a deep breath, you did it squaring your shoulders and trying to tell yourself everything would be fine.

“Good morning, Miss Potts, I hope is ok I called, there was no one and-“

“It’s completely fine” she said gesturing for you to sit in front of her and went to address your formally even if contradicted her next words “Please call me Pepper, everyone does.

There was something about her, a professionalism that was inspiring but also made her approachable and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Only if you call me by my first name too”

“It’s what you like to be called? Because Sam told me about your friend calling you Ace when he went with Sergeant Barnes to the hospital, I think it fits you” at her words it was impossible not to blush again; first of all because of the mention of Bucky, the recurrent thought of your head the last days and then because of the nickname Harper gave you.

“I mean, yeah, my friends call me that” it was an exaggeration, you only had one friend.

“Maybe we should stick to it, between me and you Pepper is not even my name but I think is perfect for me” there was something like nostalgia in her eyes but she didn’t let you think too much about it “and I like that my employees feel comfortable when we talk.”

“Excuse me, what?” it was really embarrassing how you couldn’t form a decent sentence in front of her.

“I would like you to be my assistant, Ace” she said and then your life really changed.

Bucky still could tasted you, the other you, the one who reincarnated and was born in a rich Italian family in 1950, the one that somehow found him when he was The Winter Soldier.

He wasn’t supposed to fuck you in your fiancée’s car, well ex fiancée, you couldn’t marry a dead asshole. His mind couldn’t know why he needed you that bad but his body did, Bucky was sure it was the conditioning what made him be such a caveman with you but the truth was, you were his mirror back then.

You wanted him since Lucas bragged about his connections to Hydra and how they lend him their best asset to protect the arsenal his father’s company will provided for them. Your whole attention was in the silent assassin who looked at you like you were everything he could ever want.

Lucas wasn’t great with you, his little bird, that’s why he snapped his neck and took you away, sometimes his nightmares will let him breath and remember you surrounding him, riding his cock, high in pleasure, telling him that you loved him before you both were found and he was dragged back to Hell.

As a small blessing, he didn’t remembered that while dreaming, Bucky was too lost on you, in the salty taste of your skin against his tongue when he traced the valley of your naked breasts with it.

“Give me one more, little bird” he ordered, thrusting in and out of you with an incredible skill considering the small space “drench my cock again.”

His english was perfect with you, no sign of hesitation, not remembering he wasn’t supposed to speak it so naturally when it wasn’t necessary; the Brooklyn accent showing up without effort.

“I- I can’t” you sobbed, drunk on him, your body asking for more.

“You will” his metal hand let go your neck to play with your clit, the cold metal sending you to your climax once again, taking him with you.

The softness of your skin against his was the last thing he remembered before waking up.

Harper called you when you got back home and screamed when you tell her the news; she made a joke about coming to work with you so she could see Sam Wilson every day, making you feel better. Since you convinced your parents go and have the retirement they deserved, Harper was the only one you had and she was more than what you deserved but sometimes you wished for more, for someone to go home to.

Like a fool, your mind went to Sergeant Barnes; you needed to thank him for what he did for you.

If not for him, you would have be ruined but how could someone put that in a thank you card?

Maybe you could bake something for him.

Bucky likes apple pie.

The thought came out of nowhere with an intense hint of pain between your eyebrows, what was that?

Maybe a nap would help, your new job waited for you and this was the chance you dreamed of, ruining it wasn’t an option.

When Bucky went to check on you that night, you were already sleeping in your couch, making very difficult for him to let you there. Of course he could break in and carry you to your room without waking you up but it would make you feel unsafe.

It was hard for him to go back to a civilian life, or the closest he could have, his actions needed to be careful, especially around you. It was also torture he remembered almost everything and you nothing at all, that he couldn’t tell you about that night on your porch in 1943 or your breakfast with him, Steve and the Howlies when your unit was sent to Europe and destiny brought you both together again, he couldn't tell you about that time in Italy.

Bucky wanted you to know everything but you will never believe him, in the best case you'd believe it was a joke or a proof of him losing his mind but you could also believe him dangerous –which he was- and get away from him where Bucky would not be able protect you.

Sited there in your fire escape, he started to memorize every part of you he could see through the darkness, if that was all he could have from you, he would make it be enough.

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Hello lovelies! Sorry for bringing this short chapter, I tried to start going through their past lives but witout giving so much details so this don't gets very confusing, if it still is please tell me so I can work on it, what de you think? I'll love to read about it in the comments!

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───[HEAVENS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK]

⌗ 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 "𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓" 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 + 𝐁𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝟏𝟖+, dom/sub, chubby!reader, alcohol, daddy/sir kink, sizekink, petnames, oral (m), fingering, choking/chokehold, spit, slapping, unprotected sex, praise/degradation kink, body worshipping, creampie, slight humiliation kink, readers ethnicity is not mentioned

The waitress at the pub seemed to be flirting with ghost and then slid him a note to meet her outside

✧ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ✧ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!!

Simon, Johnny, gaz and price were in a pub. they just needed to take some time off and relax, as they deserve of course. But the moment they stepped into the bar simon spotted a pretty little waitress in this tiny dress underneath a pretty white and frilly apron, standing on some beautiful heels, long nails, beautiful hair and that stunning face o' yours.

You kept Batting your lashes at him when they sat down at a table and you came over to ask them "hello, gents! What would it be?" You asked with a charming smile spreading your plush and full lips with a sheen of shine on them, looking hypnotizingly pretty.

After everyone ordered and you wrote everything down on your little notebook you looked at Simon, looking at you and you slowly asked him "and you..sir?"

He's used to being called 'sir' but..hearing it from you was different. He might not be fucking every night but he can tell when a woman is eye fucking him, and you definitely were. As he spoke up he saw your body twitch a bit and your eyes didn't know where to look, they went from his tattoed arm back up to his masked face and then his dangerous, piercing eyes

"whiskey.." he rasped, looking you up and down. You shivered at his cold but fucking sexy dark eyes scanning your body and you mindlessly nodded without writing it down and he leaned on his strong arms before lowly saying "you don't wanna write that down, love?"

You gasped and grinned nervously "r-right! Sorry, it's been a long night.." you wrote it down and smiled again "be right back, sirs..." as you walked away on your loud heels, he caught Johnny staring after you, or rather your ass and then look back at simon "she was deffinetely flirting with you, mate" gaz nodded and laughed in agreement as Simon just shook his head "you're a lucky guy but.. she might be a little crazy if she wants to fuck a strange masked man, no offense, l.t" gaz assumed.

Not even two minutes passed by and you came back with their drinks "here ya go, gentlemen~" you smiled and put down their drinks from your tray onto the table, but you slowly put down Simon's whiskey as your eyes met again and you smiled at him after a second of just staring at eachother you mumbled out a quiet "enjoy.." and slid a small piece of paper into his hand on the table.

Simon watched you quickly leave in a cute hurried run on your heels before he read your note underneath the table as the others talked,

the little note said "my shift is over in 10 mins, meet me outside <3"

At first he was puzzled if he should actually go for it but..he would be even more out of his mind if he turned this down. Plus it's been a while since he had a good fuck and you with your gorgeous curves seem just right.

So after ten minutes he just said he was going and left to go outside. And fuck, there you were in a pretty white faux fur coat looking the other way but immediately turning your head once you heard the little bell of the bar door. You smiled and walked over to him

"you came~" you said happily, he could tell you were excited by the way you shuddered..or you might just be cold due to your beautiful skimpy outfit letting the cold winter air and snowflakes hit your skin.

"Couldn't really say no, could i?" He said lowly and you huffed out a heavy breath as you felt your pussy react to his every word. "What's your name, love?" He asked, stepping closer to you.

You quietly said your name and his fingers lifted your chin up "Didn't quite catch that, doll..could you repeat that for me?" you let out a shaky breath and felt your thighs shake..but not because of the cold

"(y/n).." you responded and his eyes went down from your eyes to your lips before he put his thumb on your plump bottom lip, to dip it into your mouth for just a second making you gasp for air, before running this digit over both your lips sensually and slow.

"beautiful." He said and you gulped "wh..." you began but trailed off as his hand tugged your head up "what about you, sir..what's your name?.." normally he didn't tell people his name but..he needed to if he wanted you to scream it. But then again, 'ghost' would suffice. If the night goes good, he might tell you his name.

"I can't tell you my real name..at least not yet," he paused and looked back up from your lips "so just scream out ghost if you need to" you had a hard time not moaning at his statement, your breathing just got heavy and you nodded. "Use your words..you're a big girl aren't you?" Ghost teasingly remarked with his humb lightly tapping against your bottom lip. You gulped and said "yes, sir"

Ghost hummed in approval and because he couldn't hide his arousal anymore. Cause fuck, you were being effortlessly sexy, he couldn't stop thinking about exploring your whole body and sinking into your soaking wet pussy.

You knocked yourself out of your trance and said "..don't you wanna come inside? I got a room just above the bar.." you smiled, and Simon looked behind you and noticed that the bar in fact also owned a hotel, how convenient.

He just quietly nodded "lead the way." and followed you up the stairs, he had to admit, the bar and hotel both looked very comfy with the orange lighting and the dark wood.

But that was not what was catching his attention right now, as you were going up the stairs your dress lifted above your plush and thick thighs with every step until it was going over your ass, you thought your jacket covered it up but, no. Simon was even able to see your thong covered pussy.

His cock was already hard when the two of you made first eye contact in the bar but now he was fully hard and throbbing.

You got to your room and subtlely pulled your dress back over your ass as you unlocked the door with your other hand, Simon opened the door for you though and let you go inside first.

You thanked him with a wide smile and put your bag down one you got inside. Upon first stepping inside, it was a beautiful and cozy room. Wooden detailing, a big bed with red, nicely done sheets and multiple pillows decorating it, and a fire crackling in the fire place.

But his eyes immediately went back to you as you took off your coat "it's beautiful here, isn't it..?" Simon hummed in agreement "might come here more often.." you turned to look at him and grinned.

"for the atmosphere or..for me?" You asked with your pretty smile, stepping closer to him and his hand went back to your chin, tilting it up for him "manily for you.."

This was the moment you would kiss him. But you couldn't.. "can i kiss you..?" you pouted and Simon chuckled "no can do, love" you let out a cute saddened noise and sat down on the bed as you kicked your heels off.

The tall mysterious man got infront of you and ran his hand over your hair "what else can I do for you?" That's when he tugged your hair back, making you look up at him, the action made your back arch and you were dangerously close to his cock.

You bit your bottom lip to quiet down a moan. your shiny eyes slowly ran down his body, admiring how well built and strong he looked through that tight, black tee. Your eyes finally settled on his very obvious bulge tenting in the fabric of his tactical pants, you let out a shaky breath at how big and thick it looked in his pants..left you wondering how big it is out of his pants.

Simon grinned at your dazed look "you still there, love?" He asked teasingly and pulled your hair back again "now tell me, what can I do for you?" You shivered at how his sweet words contrasted with how tight his grip on your hair was.

"I-i wanna suck your cock.." you paused and gulped not sure if you should call him what you were about to call him

"daddy.."

You saw Simon's eyes twitch slightly as his breathing got heavier and his grip got tighter "i'm your daddy, huh?" He asked in a breathy and low tone. You nodded as your manicured dainty hands ran up and down his thick thighs, you were driving him fucking insane..he doesn't think any of his past partners hot him so rock fucking hard and horny before.

Simon loosened his grip and let go to unbuckle his belt as his eye contact with you never faltered, Simon could keep looking at you like this for hours. He had the most perfect view: your pretty face looking at him with this cock hungry look in your eyes and the slightest pout on your sticky lip gloss stained lips, and your perfect round tits were on display too.

Simon unbuttoned his pants but let the zipper stay up for you to pull down as he put his hand against your warm cheek, you noticed what he was quietly telling you to do and slowly zipped it down before pulling his pants down. His big hands stopped your smaller ones once you tried to pull his boxers down.

Instead he slowly, slowly pulled them down for you. You were dying when you saw his happy trail and small veins on his v-line, Simon enjoyed how your eyes kept flicking back up at him, begging him to pull his cock out.

Once the waistband reached his cock, he pulled it over his big lenght, letting it jump out and bounce a little. You audibly gasped when you saw how fucking pretty and big it was, your mouth gaped at the sight. "You like what you see." He observed and lightly tapped your cheek before his thumb went back to your open lips "go ahead." He urged, hand going back to your cheek "'s all yours.."

Your cunt was begging for attention, you couldn't drown in out. It was trobbing and pulsing, you knew you were dripping wet right now. You blinked small tears away from how badly your pussy needed attention and slowly took ahold of the tick base of his cock, you whimpered when it twitched at your touch and Simon's breath hitched ever so slightly.

"It's so big, ghostie.." fuck, you really always knew what to say, didn't you? It twitched again in your grip as you wrapped your fingers around it, biting your lip as you noticed that your fingers barely touched.

"Think you can take it?" He asked a little cocky, running his hand through your hair again. You eagerly nodded with a hum "yes, daddy.."

"Then go on.." he paused and pushed your lips against the head of his cock "show me." His encouragement made your hands a little shaky as you subconsciously already arched your back before placing your tongue on his tip and kissing it, basking in the sound of the man's quiet groan.

"Fuck, look at that pretty arch..got you so horny already, hm?" You nodded with his tip in your mouth and looked up at him through your long lashes. "Good girl.." that praise made you instinctively suck him into your mouth deeper, you weren't even halfway down but his cock was already filling your mouth up, fuck he was just so big.

Your hands gripped his pants that were sitting on his thighs as you sunk your mouth further onto his cock, filling your throat up. You took a few deep breaths through your nose and whimpered at his musky, manly scent. His little hairs tickled you as you reached his base.

Ghost let out a deep moan at the feeling of your tight and wet throat around his big cock and then suddenly you started bobbing your head up and down on it "fuck, doll..you take it good.." he groaned a little louder as you started moving your tongue along the underside of his cock before he was going back into your throat "real fuckin' good.."

You loved his praises, they just made you suck harder and faster. Your hand went from his thigh up to grab ahold of his now wet cock and stroke it, letting your hand make the most obscene wet noises. You gave his tip one last kiss and looked up at him before going further down while your hand stroked him, ghosts eyes were half lidded as he fought off the urge to cum with groans and grunts.

You finally reached his heavy balls and started sucking one of them, getting the big man to get his breath knocked out of him, his eyes slightly rolled back into his head as his hand in your hair pulled you away, you immediately stopped stroking him. "Careful there, love.."

he warned as he tried to control his heavy breathing "that pretty mouth of yours was gonna make me cum" his hand went from your hair to holding your cheeks, you grinned sheepishly "that's what i was going for, sir.." Ghost chuckled at your bluntness and patted your cheek lovingly

"you wanted my cum down your throat?" He asked softly to which you nodded eagerly "yes, daddy" Simon chuckled

"dirty girl.." he groaned deeply and suddenly pushed you down onto the bed, making you look up at him as he spread your thighs apart, you tried fighting against his grip but he was obviously stronger. You didn't want him to see the wet patch on your panties that you were sure was very obvious, you pulled your dress over your crotch.

Making Simon huff out a laugh "gettin' shy on me now, doll?" In a blink of an eye his hand snatched your hand away as you whimpered and whined "noo~ ghostie!"

His eyes settled between your legs, immediately spotting the wet patch. You pouted as his pretty eyes looked back up at you "that's what got you all shy?" His Fingers pressed into your clothed pussy and started sliding them over your slit, keeping your eyes locked.

"your wet little pussy?" His grip loosened and you kept your legs open for him. You shyly nodded "'s just that..I've never been this wet, ghostie.." your confession made Simon's breathing grow heavy again.

of course he felt good when he made women wet with just a look but fuck..you made him feel like a god almost, he never felt that way. You're like something out of a dream.

Simon grabbed the bottom of your dress and pulled it over your body to expose your panties, pudgy tummy and those gorgeous tits. He mindlessly threw it onto the floor without looking away from your curvaceous body, leaving you completely naked aside from your panties and him still completely dressed.

Simon couldn't even keep his hands from running up and down your body if he wanted to, his big hands ran from gripping your tummy up to your plush tits and pinching at your hard nipples, feeling your soft skin against his palm and fingers felt almost electric. To both of you. "Fuck, doll..you're a fuckin' sight.." he groaned as his hands gripped your tits harder, making you throw your head back with a cute whimper. "Ghostie~" you cried out as your hand grabbed his "please, daddy.."

Simon chuckled as his cock twitched at the feeling of your skin and your desperate begging "please what?" He teased, his stoic facade back up and running again, pressing his bare cock against your clothed cunt, forcing a loud whimper out of you.

"P-please fuck me already—nghh..please, I need it- need your cock" Simon huffed, that feeling he felt inside of himself was something he couldn't compare to anything..you're so fucking perfect, your beautiful eyes kept looking so innocently at him even when you said such filthy things.

Simon grabbed your hips to quickly turn you around and lift your hips up high, Simon wanted to moan at how you immediately arched your back for him and kept your head down in the mattress "look at you.." he hummed, sliding his fingers over your clothed slit again "so fuckin' pretty and obidient"

your moaning and whimpering were the closest thing to heaven he has ever heard..it calmed him even, made him completely drown out any other thought of the usual horrible things running through his mind, leaving just you overtaking his mind. And he let you.

Simon hooked his fingers under your panties, pulled and let them snap back against your pussy, making you yelp and quiver. Simon grinned at you writhing and gripping the sheets beneath him "so fuckin' needy.." he groaned before suddenly ripping your panties apart, making you gasp at the sheer strength of the man behind you, and throwing them to the ground.

Simon's fingers immediately went back to your pussy and the way his cock throbbed at how giving wet you were made him think he was gonna cum from it. "Fuck, you're so wet.." Simon's heavy breathing got a little louder until he let out a groan and suddenly pulled you up against him by sliding his arm under your head and pulling you up by your neck. You moaned in surprise and just kept whimpering, fuck, that arm with the tattoo was swung around your neck..making you so much more wet, if that's even possible at this point..you gasped and felt your cunt clench down hard on absolutely nothing.

You felt Simon's huge, warm and wet cock press up against your back while his fingers kept playing with your cunt, letting lewd wet squelching noises errupt "let's see how easily my fingers slip in, hm?" You moaned pathetically and unconsciously grinded back up against his cock, making simon groan lowly into your hair.

All of a sudden his thick fingers slid into your cunt, so fucking easily too..Simon couldn't contain the moan that errupted deep within his chest "fuck, you little fuckin' slut." He groaned as he didn't even let you adjust before he started ramming his fingers in and out of your soaking cunt, the wet noises and your desperate moans got him so fucking ready to just fuck you right here right fucking now, but he knows he would have to prepare you for his big cock first.

"D-daddy! F-fuc—" you cried out and choked on a moan as ghost choked you harder with his thick and tattooed arm.

"You like that, huh? Filthy fuckin' whore" he groaned at the way your body subconsciously moved up against and with his motions. Your pussy clenched down hard on his thick fingers at his horrible remarks "you like it when men talk to you like the whore you are? Huh?" He deeply groaned against your ear, you nodded and his fingers thrusted particularly hard "say it. loud and proud, love" he teased.

you mewled and whimpered before parting your glossy and swollen lips "i-i like it when you talk to me l-like the whore that—that I am!" You babbled at felt tears running down your pretty face, deffinetely ruining your mascara.

"That's it, good girl." He growled and slid his fingers in and out of you faster and faster until you were close to your orgasm, felling your tummy tighten as your cunt fluttered around his fingers, making Simon's pace falter a bit before finger fucking you hard and fast again as he knew he was about to make you fall apart on his fingers "c'mon, doll..cum, give it to me." He urged,

but you barely even registered what he said, too lost in chasing your high, clenching your thighs hard and digging your sharp nails into the strong forearm restricting your breathing as you came harder than you ever have before.

Simon felt your cunt gush and pulse around his fingers as you creamed on them, letting your eyes roll back and mouth hang open. Simon pulled his fingers out of you and let you properly breathe again, turning you around to lay on your back as his fingers Massaged your thighs.

His gaze landed on your pretty face, makeup smeared and ruined "bloody fuckin' hell.." he mumbled and grabbed your face, you reacted at opened your eyes again "gh-ghostie.." you smiled and Simon suddenly covered your eyes with his hand. He just needed to kiss you, fuck he couldn't help himself.

Your already dazed mind was now even more confused but moaned once you felt his soft but rough lips on your sticky ones, forcing his tongue in your mouth as you let him and he forcefully kissed you when his other hand came up to grab your pretty face. He pulled away, keeping your eyes closed as he stated at your lips for a second longer and grumbled out a

"open your mouth, love"

you immediately obeyed, making his heart pound against his ribcage at how goddamn obidient you are. He pursed his lips and roughly spit into your face, making you whine that you didn't get anything in your mouth, making simon chuckle sadistically before giving you what you want by spitting straight into your mouth, twice.

Simon's cock ached and throbbed uncontrollably by now because of you, all because of a person he just met thirty minutes ago. But fuck, you're a fuckin' angel sent down from heaven.

Ghost pulled his mask back over his mouth and let your tired and almost lovestruck eyes look at him.

"You kissed me~" you giggled happily but then got interrupted by the head of his hot cock brushing against your sensitive clit. His big hands gripped your hips tightly against him and rubbed the underside of his cock between your soaked pussy lips, letting his tip bump your clit every time.

You gasp and grab at his forearm "what do you want, love?" He huffed grinding his cock harder against you, he then rubbed the head against your pulsing hole "go on. Tell me" he urged, pushing forward as if he would finally sink into you, just to pull away again

He repeated that process until you finally spoke up "i-i want you to own me, daddy..you can do what ever you want with me, sir!" You mewled but then almost choked on your own pleasured scream as ghost sunk into you to the hilt, the stretch burned but it burned so fucking good, he was so fucking big that you could swear you felt him in your throat as you cried out.

Simon lost complete control when those little pleads left your mouth, he just let his cock take over.

As your warm walls clenched and pulsed around his fat cock he started rutting into you "you want me to own you? A stranger?"

He chuckled and suddenly slapped you, he almost came when you moaned and clenched down hard on him after the impact of his slap. "Filthy whore." He growled as he started hammering into you while his hands gripped your hips so hard they'd surely bruise you, he kept watching your face contort into pleasure before throwing his head slightly back as you rolled your hips against his thrusts "fuck, doll..be careful what you wish for..might just take you with me" he huffed and kept thrusting his hips against yours. Your wet heat felt like his own personal heaven, your cunt felt euphoric around him. You let out a whimper before it transitioned into a moan as he repositioned your hips a little and suddenly hit that sweet little spot inside of you. "There it is.." he chuckled but deeply groaned again as your cunt gripped him like a vice.

You looked up at him through your wet lashes and Simon couldn't stand how fucking pretty you looked, all ruined and fucked out with your makeup fucked, mascara running, lip gloss smudged and spit all over your lips and face. This filthy sight urged Simon to fuck his unbelievably hard cock into your sensitive and raw pussy "ghostie—" you moaned and pulled him closer by the back of his neck "i-i want you to take me with you—" your eyes became glossy again as his cock repeatedly hit your g-spot. Simon put his forehead against yours and grunted out a deep moan "you really wanna be mine?" He asked breathlessly as his pace never faltered. You nodded with a loud whimper.

"Fuck—" Simon breathed "then I'll take you, I'll take you home and use you whenever I please and you're gonna be my goid little cocksleeve.." he paused to gulp and huff out a breath "that what you want?"

You nodded, biting your bottom lip while your face scrunched up so prettily as your cunt fluttered and clenched around his cock "yes!" You cried out and sunk your fingers into the material of his cotton shirt on his back as you buried your face into the crook of his neck before biting into the thick muscle of his shoulder.

Simon grabbed both of your plush thighs and pressed them up against your chest to fuck into you, deeper and harder, you let out the most beautiful moans of pure pleasure he has ever heard.

This new position let him knock against your cervix with every thrust, making your head fall back with your eyes getting knocked into the back of your head. Your mouth fell open into an 'o' as your orgasm hit you like a fucking tsunami.

The clenching and gripping of your cunt had Simon moaning as huffing as you started milking him when his cock twitched and throbbed as the hot liquid shot into your cunt. Filling you up to the fucking brim.

After five seconds, he was still cumming. And you were still clenching. You heard his beautiful and pornographic moans as he slowly came down from his high.

He let your thighs go and grabbed your hand to then run his thumb over yours lovingly. You pulled him closer and kissed him quickly but softly, over his mask, making simon twitch from your loving gesture. You breathlessly giggled "you're gonna take me with you now, right?" You asked while softly running your hand over his shoulder and bicep.

Simon sighed and chuckled, still just as out of breath as you "how could I say no?"

You giggled and let your head fall back as Simon slid his cock out of you. He laid down next to you and turned his head in your direction, just to look at you. You were fucking gorgeous..

"Simon." He suddenly said, making you turn your head "what?" He turned his body to fully face you and leaned his head on his palm "I won't repeat myself" he said lowly. You needed a little time to register what he was trying to say and your grin widened "Simon!" You called out and hugged him, swinging your leg over his hip. Your cute little call made him genuinely smile.

But he quickly noticed you grinding your pussy against his still hard cock, his hands gripped your waist to make you stop. But you pouted as you looked up at him "please~ only a second round" you begged and blinked your eyes a few times.

Simon sighed and got back above you and between your legs before he straightened his back to slowly slide his shirt over his fucking insane body, he looked like Adonis himself—after he pulled it over his head his dog tag clanked against his chest. He chuckled at your open mouth "you're drooling." You put your hand over your mouth and giggled before you kept watching him take the rest of his clothes off.

You bit your bottom lip and grinned up at him through your lashes as his piercing eyes stared you down "horny girl.." he sighed and put his hand over your eyes again to slide his mask up and softly kissing you again.

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vintage chanel: jennie x fem! reader

warnings: suggestive, swearing

a/n: i was gonna post this the night of the event but school and time got away from me so here it is a few days late. there might be some typos.... sorry

the met gala wasn’t a new occurrence to you after your first invitation when you were freshly eighteen. back then, your attendance made headlines as you had become the youngest guest to attend that year. even more headlines followed when you were handpicked by karl lagerfeld as a muse for the house of chanel. over the years you became a known figure within the fashion industry while dominating the western music industry. the level of success you’d reached in a few short years was recognized by numerous awards, accolades, and several gold and platinum album titles to your name. even with the musical success, you never forgot that fashion was really your claim to fame many years ago. hence why you graciously accepted a met invitation every single year.

to many, the met gala is a star studded night where you get gussied up in clothes from top designers in high fashion, meet other A-list celebrities, and do whatever the hell you do inside because nobody seems to know. in reality, it was waking up at six in the morning then getting ready all day, walking a red carpet, answering the same 5 questions from reporters who hopefully remembered your name, then sat through what felt like the world’s longest and most awkward dinner. the only highlight of the event was finding out that one of your friends was only two tables away from you, rather than the usual five or six. overall, the real fun started at the afterparties which you always ended up being roped into attending then drunkenly leaving hand in hand with some supermodel you met that night.

you sat in a suite on the 15th floor of the iconic Mark Hotel as your stylists, makeup artists, and management and PR team bustled around to make sure you were ready for tonight. the theme was Karl Lagerfeld, the designer that picked you as his muse years ago. your outfit was a handpicked piece designed by the esteemed german courtier. originally worn by linda evanglista in the Chanel Ready to Wear Fall/Winter 1991-1992 in Paris Fashion week. the entire morning was doing small interviews for Vogue and other fashion media outlets that get most of their press from this event. there was a smile on your face as you told the camera before you, “i’m super excited for this evening because i don’t think many people know i’m attending the event. i’ve been trying my best to keep it on the down low, but i think people are going to figure it out before i get to the carpet.” there was a small laugh followed by your words that trailed off on the end, specifically because you knew of a certain someone that was hoping just this once you wouldn’t show.

“unnie, did you see the headlines?” the thai idol asked with urgency in her tone that made her member’s heart race. the older woman hesitated to answer, but she went silent as she read the headline that appeared over the banner at the top of her screen:

UPDATE: Y/N TO MAKE APPEARANCE AT THE 2023 MET GALA

jennie stared at her phone and lisa cautiously prompted, “are you okay?” jennie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before saying, “why wouldn’t i be? it’s whatever. she gets invited every year, i don’t know why this would be any different.” she paused for a moment then abruptly commented, “i have to go. i’ll talk to you later.” the younger woman gave a weak smile, “okay bye, i’ll talk to you later.” in a sudden bout of frustration jennie tossed her phone across the room onto the bed then brought her hands to her forehead as she mumbled, “fuck…” there were light taps on her hands as her makeup artist silently chided her not to mess up her perfectly made up face. for the next hour she remained silent until she had to put on a smile for the cameras and fans that swarmed the porte-co·chère of the hotel down below.

the car ride to the carpet was dead silent as jennie tried to soothe her nerves before enduring the next eight to ten hours on her own. through the deeply tinted glass jennie could see her security team waiting for her to step out of the car. one of the staff members assigned to her for the evening warmly assured her, “take as long as you need, miss kim.” she gave a curt nod and a hushed thank you before holding the door handle for a moment. one of the security guards pulled open the door and held a hand out to assist her out of the large black SUV.

cameras flashed and fans shrieked and screamed as they desperately tried to earn jennie’s attention from their barricaded sections that flanked the entrance of the carpet. the idol waved and smiled for the cameras as she’d been taught to so many years ago, her smile turning genuine when she laid eyes on a familiar petite brunette. the young influencer passed jennie a mic and asked enthusiastically, “how are you?” with her eyes glued forward for a moment too long, jennie replied, “i’m everywhere. this is my first Met…” emma asked in slight surprise, “first Met?” the korean singer nodded and continued answering the quick questions on her current feelings. she laughed as the younger girl somewhat awkwardly yet genuinely shared the same thoughts of being nervous and anxious before such a large event. for just a moment jennie glanced to her right thinking she saw someone she knew. her blood ran cold when she realized she did know the person- you looking her way with the same narrowed gaze that dripped of venom and honey that had her spellbound from the first time.

a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips after seeing the affect you still had on her after she supposedly stopped caring about you. for the fun of it, you shot her a wink before turning around and kissing the cheek of the interviewer that was speaking with you. jennie flinched ever so lightly then laughed awkwardly in a futile attempt to play it off. she quickly thanked emma for the interview then rushed off to the usher that was to guide her along the carpet. the remainder of the carpet went by in the blink of an eye. largely in part to the fact that she disassociated for the entire thing, only regaining awareness of her surroundings as she was ushered inside.

jennie followed the usher to her table where her placecard was sitting daintily with her name handwritten in elegant calligraphy. she sat down gracefully beside another supermodel she’d yet to learn the name of then introduced herself politely. as more guests filed in, she couldn’t help but scan the room in search of you. the open seat beside her with a placecard that read a simple RESERVED made her stomach twist into knots. underneath the white tablecloth she bounced her leg anxiously, desperately hoping nobody around her noticed the soft clicking sound around the table. another usher made their way to her table and she took a breath of relief when she saw dua lipa approaching with a warm smile. however, the feeling was short lived when the albanian singer bent down and kissed her cheek with a slight pout. she explained quietly, “hi love, i wanted to come over and tell you myself that they’ve moved my seat this evening. but i’ll catch up with you later, alright?” jennie tried to answer as quickly and politely as possible to get in her question of who was taking dua’s place.

the question was answered before it could even leave jennie’s lips when she heard you speak from over her shoulder, “thank you so much for understanding, babes. have a great evening and we’ll chat later!” you sat down beside jennie and greeted the other guests at your table which you were seemingly familiar with to some extent. the idol shifted beside you and you gave her what appeared to others as the warmest and welcoming smile, “jennie it’s been a while hasn’t it?” the woman saw through you as if you were made of glass, yet she refused to cause a scene at the Met Gala of all events. so, she plastered on a smile and hugged you back, “it has, how have you been?” she humored you in conversation and did her best to wiggle her way out of exclusively talking to you by roping the other table guests into the conversation. however, no matter how much she tried, you always managed to turn the topic exclusive to the two of you. jennie wondered how nobody else around her could see the lack of genuinity in your eyes, that you were intentionally toying with her like some game. but then again, why would anyone suspect you, a known sweetheart, of such a thing.

you smiled to yourself as you did small things to get under jennie’s skin and give her the attention you craved. wether it be a hand trailing along her thigh or lightly hitting her foot with your own beneath the tablecloth. seeing her clenched teeth and smiles that faltered for just a split second were all the reward you needed to spur you on further. the moment that you all were dismissed to look around the museum exhibit, jennie was on her feet and eager to leave your side. you made no effort to follow her immediately, instead you found a handful of familiar faces and did your rounds to those you both did and didn’t care for…you did have a reputation to uphold anyway. an hour passed and you finally had eyes on jennie once more, she stood alone in front of a mannequin with yet another vintage Chanel piece. you watched her from afar, taking in the way she stared at the clothing with a genuine admiration and curiosity. the sight made your heart flutter as she reminded you of the first time you both met years ago.

the feeling of warmth that bloomed in your heart ran cold when you saw some random man approach her. from his outfit alone you knew that he was someone’s plus one or an influencer that purchased his own ticket for the event. the way he stared at jennie with almost a sense of hunger and desperation made your skin crawl. you slowly made your way across the floor, wondering if she would actually need someone to intervene. her smiles were polite but you could see the way her eyes flitted from his with nearly every word she spoke as if she was searching for an escape. the stiff mannerisms of hers came to a halt when the guy attempted to place a hand around her waist, making her flinch out of surprise. without hesitation you rushed to her side in less than three strides.

you slipped your arm behind her waist with ease, the familiar feeling bringing a genuine smile to your face. turning towards her you kissed her cheek, “hey beautiful i thought i lost you back there.” she looked up at you, a flash of fear still lingering in her gaze prompting you to pull her closer to your body. the guy in front of her tried to continue his conversation but you cut him off, “she’s with me. i expect that you’ll be returning to your table now, yes?” if looks could kill the young man would have been gone yesterday. he grew nervous with you, of all guests, standing over him, so much so that he couldn’t even utter an actual apology before literally running off.

jennie continued to stand in your hold with her hand toying at the heavy gold belts wrapped around your waist. you remained silent as you lightly took her shaking hand into your free one, “jen?” she continued to stare at the same spot on the ground as you prompted once more, “jennie?” the idol snapped out of her trance and pulled away from you, “thank you for that…” she watched as your features softened in a way that made her heart beg that she cave into you and give you the type of attention she used to. your tone changed with the next words you spoke, this time they were genuine, the same way you used to speak to her, “yeah…of course, Nini.” her heart raced at the last word, so familiar and nearly made her crack but she internally put her fist down. she wasn’t about to start this, not now and especially not here. she backed away from you as if you were a burning flame that was moments from losing control. the singer straightened her posture then said coldly, “don’t call me that.” she turned on her heel then hurried off to go talk to another A-list supermodel that probably didn’t remember what group she was actually from.

throughout the entire rest of the night jennie avoided you like the plague, no eye contact, no words exchanged, it was like you were invisible to her. the main event ended and the after parties were getting ready to begin. one of your managers found you and rushed you to meet your stylists where you were changed for the second look of the night. keeping with the theme, you wore a long sleeved white tweed top, black pants, and a large gold chanel belt. the look was worn by beverly peele in the chanel spring 1993 show. chunky gold bracelets adorned your wrist while the belt quite honestly felt like wearing a weighted hula hoop. nevertheless, you were guaranteed to be the talk of the night once again.

TipToe by Jason Derulo blasted over the speakers in one of the many rooms within the multi-million dollar mansion owned by some uppity tycoon on the Upper East Side. the lights were off with the exception of burnt orange neon lights that barely lit a damn thing in the room. despite the windows being open, the entire house felt hot as hell with all the sweaty bodies of drunk and high supermodels, singers, and A-list actors. you watched who danced alongside you, trying to avoid meeting strangers with wandering hands and lustful gazes. as you skimmed the crowd around you, a tall blonde dragged a small black haired woman to dance with her. once again your interest peaked at seeing jennie in the perfect place for you to make another move.

the bass of the music thrumed throughout your entire body as you danced your way over the now cluster of girls with jennie. you threw an arm around one of the women’s shoulders and shouted over the music, “Kenny!” the supermodel turned to face you and her face lit up as she pulled you into a hug, “Y/N!” jennie slowed her movements to the beat of the music as she watched you talking to the girl next to her. the nerves only lasted a minute because a second later she was pressing herself against Hailey Baldwin with her head resting on her shoulder and wrapping the blonde’s arm tighter around her torso. the unsuspecting model simply laughed and kissed jennie’s temple as she swayed to the beat jennie set. just as you began to look away, jennie opened one eye and smirked when she saw your dissatisfied expression and pretended you were invisible all over again.

you grew impatient and slowly slipped between Kendall and Hailey which they welcomed without question. jennie tried to keep Hailey against her but your arm slid between their bodies and Hailey switched positions with you to dance with Kendall. jennie began to make a move to leave but you pulled her back flush against your front. the gentle touch of your fingers ran down her arm making goosebumps form on her skin. you chuckled lowly and said into her ear, “come on now, dance with me.” the warmth of your body against hers was a feeling she thought she’d forgotten but now it was as if you’d never left. she turned to face you, gaining some control back before she attempted to make her leave, “i don’t want to dance with you.” her voice was saying one thing while her mind and body said another prompting you to ask, “are you sure because the way you’re holding my arm on your waist is telling me otherwise.”

jennie glared at you through those cat-like, chocolate brown eyes and thick black lashes with a gaze that made your heart race. she watched as your eyes crawled over her body with such a hunger that she would have gagged if it was anyone else. you pulled her closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies and for just a moment she almost gave into your touch. once again she backed up and swallowed thickly, “i’m doing just fine with my friends here.” you stared at her unfazed then glanced over to Kendall and Hailey who were lost in their own offbeat two step to Alone by Kim Petras. god, jennie wished she could kiss wipe that stupidly perfect, coy smirk off of your face. a few people around you both noticed that you were no longer dancing and instead standing in a confrontational position before jennie. she looked at the hand she was still holding to her body and sighed as she turned back around, dancing against your front, “i’m just not trying to cause a scene.” you laughed lowly into her ear, “whatever you say, angel.”

you held her slender waist to your body and the hand that rested by her leg into your own, lacing your fingers together with a smile. jennie slipped her hand out of yours and you tsked quietly, “and about your friends- you know goddamn well none of these girls give a fuck about you, they just care about the title you carry. they’re all up on you just to take a picture and use it to get an extra million likes and comments. you’re wasting your time staying around them because after tonight it’s gonna be like you two never met.” the idol hated to admit it but you were 100% right. when it came to western celebrities, they heard the name BLACKPINK in tandem with one of the members names, and they were immediately trying to befriend them for clout. it was evident in the way they called jisoo by the wrong name, never pronounced rosé with the proper accent, just plain forgot lisa’s name, and how at least 12 people tonight called jennie ‘jenna’ instead. despite that, she was completely used to it by now and expected ingenuity from the celebrities that she met overseas.

the singer shot you a side glare and you frowned to mock her, “don’t give me that face, just admit the fact that you know i’m right.” jennie rolled her eyes and asked in annoyance, “and what if you are? why should i care about any of that?” you answered simply, “because you and i both know you aren’t enjoying this right now.” jennie swallowed thickly as your breath ghosted the shell of her ear and she lied straight through her teeth, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n. i’m having a good time.” this time your tone was slightly harsher but in a way that made her stomach erupt into butterflies, “jennie cut the shit, i know more than anyone what you look like when you’re enjoying yourself.” heat rushed to her cheeks at the implication of your words, memories filling her head only making her blush deeper.

you felt the way her body began melting into your touch and she slowly started giving into what she both desperately wanted and knew she shouldn’t do. she shook the thought from her head and turned back to face you, once again fighting internally with herself to walk away. the way your eyes transfixed on her was no help but then you uttered the words, “come on mama, let me show you a good time…for old time’s sake.” jennie clenched her jaw and you leaned your forehead against hers, without even realizing it her arms ended up over your shoulders. the feeling of your fingers trailing up her mini black dress made her stumble, making you wrap an arm around her waist once more. her voice was weak when she tried to reply with confidence, “i-i don’t think-” all you had to do was raise one eyebrow and give that same damned smile to get her to cave, “just for tonight.” immediately you smiled the million dollar smile the world fell in love with as you led jennie through the crowd to find a place in the 32 rooms of the oversized mansion. she held onto your hand until you rounded a corner and pushed it open before pressing it closed with her back against. she hated how easily she gave into your wishes but she couldn’t help it with the way you felt her up with ease, making her get lost in all that you were, making her feel like you did all those years ago.

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Since it's spooky season, could you do an aged up ff about you convincing stan's friend group to go trick or treating with you?

PRINCESSCONSUELA'S FALLFEST EVENT🍂🧣🎃🍃

🧣 - Cozy Up: Send in any fluff requests from the prompt list that should be posted shortly. I will write a short blurb for any prompt.

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Summary: it’s Halloween, so you convince the boys to go trick or treating…even though you’re all on high school now.

Warnings: cursing, South Park…all warnings that come with that.

Authors Note: I’m so sorry this took so long, but I adored this idea!!! More Fallfest docs coming out tonight!!! Enjoy!

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IT WAS AN EXCEPTIONALLY WARM DAY FOR FALL IN SOUTH PARK. Like Cartman liked to say, the only two seasons in South Park were Winter and July, but today was different. It was warm, WARM! In South Park! You couldn’t just let that pass up.

“Come on guys, please! Look at the sun, it’s shining! Have you ever seen the sun before?” You rambled, practically running circles around the boys as they walked to class. You and been friends with them since the 4th grade, and now being Juniors in high school, it was safe to say you were very close.

“Yes I’ve seen the damn sun before y/n.” Cartman snarked, choosing to miss the point of what you were saying. You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly as the other boys chuckled.

“We could be scooby doo, or, what about..”

“I swear to god, if you suggest crayons again I’m going to scream.” Kyle said, making you groan, shaking him lightly with impatience.

“Oh come on you guys.”

“I don’t know y/n it’s just, we’re in high school now. Isn’t there like, a legal age limit for trick or treating.” Stan said, making Cartman scoff, nudging you back.

“Yeah, it ends at 8 years old.” He teased, making you roll my eyes yet again.

“I’m sure Kenny wasn’t to go, don’t you?”

“Anything for free candy.” Kenny said, the two of you high diving as Cartman rolled his eyes in defeat.

“Yeah you know what, I can be a kid for the night for some free candy.”

“You don’t need anymore candy fatass.” Kyle teased, Cartman turning to look at him angrily.

“Aye!” He shouted, as you and Kyle laugh to each other.

“I guess I’ll go. Got nothing better to do anyways.” Stan says, shrugging as you jump up and down with excitement. You turn to Kyle, rubbing your shoulder happily against his as you smiled.

“Yay! So Kyle, what’s it gonna be?” You teased, making him sigh.

“Fine.” He pointed a finger at you. “But I’m not being a damn crayon.” You nodded in agreement before jumping and squealing happily.

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SOMEHOW YOU HAD MANAGED TO CONVINCE THE BOYS TO BE THE GHOST BUSTERS. You had found a bucket of green paint in Stan’s farm-from good knows what- and paint Cartman head to toe in green paint. You sewed together some makeshift green outfit for him to wear and deemed him the ghost to your quartet. You can only imagine how happy that made Cartman.

“Why did I have to be the ghost?” He whined, stomping behind the four of you as you came up to your first door.

“Because your fat.” Kyle said, not missing a beat.

“Aye!”

“What he meant to say, was that you just shine, like a ghost would shine.” You say, as Cartman scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Oh cut the crap y/n.”

“Trick or treat!” You all shouted, bright smiles on all your faces as the two adults at the door greeted you with excitement.

“Oh honey look, it’s the ghost busters!” The one woman said, nudging her husband as she pointed out Cartman.

“Yeah, and Bruce vilange.” Her husband cheered, making Cartman fume.

“God damnit I’m not Bruce villange! I’m a ghost!”

“Oh, of course you are honey.” The woman said nicely, making cartman scoff, grabbing the serving bowl from the lady and dumping half of it into his pillow case, causing you and the other boys to laugh.

“Just gimme the damn candy.” He grumbled, making you lean onto Stan as you laughed even harder. “I hate you guys.”

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“YOU GIVE ME YOUR ALMOND JOYS AND I'LL GIVE YOU MY PRETZELS.” Cartman bargained, making you frown as you held the blue wrapped candy up to you chest protectively. The five of you were now sitting in Stan’s living room, the contents of your pillow cases spilled out infront of you as you made trades for candy. Most of the time, when you were younger atleast, all the bags of chips and pretzels and drinks that you all got, you would all donate to Kenny, so he could take something home for his family. And besides that, he got to bring home the candy no one else would eat. Now Cartman on the other hand, would always try to go to bed Halloween night with even more candy than he had walking in the house. You of course, wouldn’t let this happen.

“But I want my almond joys.” You mumbled, a pour on your face as Cartman sighed, waving the bag of pumpkin shaped pretzels in the air.

“Well, don’t you want some pretzels?”

“Sure, here. I’ll give you my almond joys.” You handed him a few candy bars as he clapped excitedly.

“One bag of pretzels is equal to four.” Cartman corrected, making you roll your eyes.

“Right okay, well pretend that makes sense. Now, you give me your pretzels.”

“Ooo, ghost and pumpkin shaped, how spooky. Now, you give me back two almond joys.”

“Okay.”

“And I give you back your pretzels.”

“Okay.”

“Now you give me three more almond joys.”

“But there’s only two in my hands.” Cartman pouted, as you shook you head at him, gesturing to his pillow case.

“Then take it out of your bag.”

“Good idea.” He said, quickly digging for almond joys in his bag.

“Okay, and now you give me your pretzels.”

“Perfect. Aye!” Cartman yelled, watching angrily as you proudly stuffed both the new almond joys and spooky pretzels into you bag.

“No more candy trades boys, I’m all out.” You teased, dusting off your hands as Kyle Stan and Kenny all applauded you with amusement.

“That was amazing.” Stan muttered, making you chuckle as Cartman pouted in the corner, almost just like when you were kids. It was wonderful to be kids again on Halloween. Something the boys had missed. And even if they wouldn’t admit it, in fear of bruising their pride, they were happy you convinced them to go.

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#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #south park #south park imagine #PrincessConsuelasfallfest2023

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mj-ackerman · 2 years

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SxF Light Novel: Family Portrait Translation Mission 2: Yuri's Day Off (Part 3)

<<Part 2

Damn it….why, me of all people, have to do this playing house thing.

In the unnecessarily realistic interrogation room, there were inorganic chairs and desks, and the cast member who is playing the role of the suspect sat there looking suspicious. The guests are told what the suspect has done, and the experience concludes with them still stubbornly denying guilt, or them being dropped from the interrogation. The suspect’s crime is said to change each time, but there is no script to follow and everything is ad-libbed.

Most of the cast members are actors who are working as side jobs, but since the customers are children, they are dressed in easily recognizable bad guy outfits.

The man in front of Yuri is also dressed in all black, even wearing a black balaclava.

No, you have to take it off. Did they think criminals wear them all the time?

Why is it strangely deformed in spite of the excessive attention to the details? Yuri, who is basically a serious person, was annoyed. On the other hand, Anya, who had changed into her uniform, was very motivated in the face of the obvious villain.

“First, we’re going to have an interrogation from Police Officer Forger.”

“Oui.”

She was called out by her name and she answered enthusiastically. Yuri was made to sit on a hard steel chair in the corner of the room under the guise of a record-keeper.

Another woman, different from the staff at the entrance, explains the suspect's conduct.

“That person is a bad guy who sneaks into people’s houses and steals their money and jewelry. But he has not pleaded guilty. Police officer Forger, please hunt him down and make him plead guilty.”

“Okey dokey.”

Anya took a stiff saluting posture, then turned around to look at the suspect, her face huffing and grinning. (See the illustration above)

What’s with that face?

As Yuri was poking around in his chest, Anya sat down in the interrogation chair strangely pompously and murmurs,

“It’s you again, Jack. You really never learn, huh?”

Why did she suddenly start with a recidivism setting? I mean, who the hell is Jack?

“I thought it was getting cold, it’s already winter huh?”

Apparently, even the seasons are self-explanatory.

Anya reluctantly got up from her seat and walked slowly towards the window. Through the blinds, she looked out of the window and said,

“Your hometown, if I’m not mistaken, is up north, right? It’s probably snowing there by now.”

“.......Heh, did you think that if you started talking about my hometown, I’d get homesick?”

The suspect laughs sarcastically.

“Then you’re mistaken. I abandoned my hometown. My father and mother died a long time ago. There’s no place for me over there now.”

The way he took on the customers’ incomprehensible setup was very professional. Moreover, his acting was awfully good. Because of this, the sense of discomfort between the two was tremendous.

“Stop acting tough, John!”

Anya shouted in a low, fake voice, she probably thought she was the one who washes. However, she got the name wrong.

That guy’s name is Jack! At least remember the name you gave yourself!

Yuri shouted in his mind.

“What about Margarette?”

Another unfamiliar name came up again. However, the suspect stared at Anya with a startled face.

Anya looks away from the window and stares back at the suspect man.

“Margarette is still waiting for you, you know.”

“..........”

“Atone your sins, then go back to your hometown, and this time, make sure to make Margarette happy.”

As Anya said this, the suspect suddenly broke down crying on the steel desk. He then confessed,

“I-I did it!”

Anya walked up to the suspect, patted him on his shoulder, and she murmured softly, “Do you wanna eat Katsudon?” in a penetrating tone of voice…..

What was that? Just now…..what the hell was that?

As Yuri was stunned, the woman staff clapped her hands and praised Anya exaggeratingly,

“Excellent! The way you deeply appealed to the conscience of the suspect was superb! It was perfect!”

The cast member who was playing the role of Jack or John also clapped his hands together.

“Police Office Forger, who successfully completes an interrogation, will receive a badge for completing the interrogation experience!”

“Yay! I passed!”

Anya, who was handed a shining gold badge, had a childishly delighted face. Her voice was also back to normal.

“Was I good?”

“Yeah, you were really good!”

“I was about to cry at the end too. Way to go, little girl.”

Anya was very proud of herself as she was lifted up by two people.

“I’m sure you’re gonna be a very smart detective in the future.”

“Fufufu, I can’t help but think about it.”

It seems that their policy of affirming the child’s way is not entirely bad.

However…..

No….there’s no way a suspect would fall for an interrogation like this.

If everyone would be converted by such a lousy little play, then there would be no need for police or a secret police.

Is this okay? Is it really okay to develop the human resources who will be responsible for Ostania’s future like this….?

As Yuri was feeling left behind, the suspect was replaced. He was much younger than the man earlier, and looked like a flirtatious, good-looking guy.

“Now let's move on to Police Officer Briar’s experience. Police Officer Briar, over here. For Police Officer Forger, please take your seat over there in the recorder’s chair.”

“Good luck, unkie.”

“.......Yeah.”

Yuri reluctantly got up and went to the female staff to get an explanation, but of course, he had no intention of doing it properly.

Well, after that messed up interrogation earlier, I guess I’ll just have to go with it.

That's how he thought of it lightly, but…..

“For Police Officer Briar, you have to have this man plead guilty who was arrested on suspicion of repeatedly assaulting his wife. The suspect punched and kicked his wife because she was a bad cook, she broke her nose and was two weeks away from a full recovery…”

“.........”

As soon as Yuri heard the staff’s explanation, he heard a click in the back of his head. He silently spun around and turned on his heel.

“Ah, umm, Police Officer Briar? I’m not done with the explanation yet….”

The flustered female staff panicked as she told him that she’s not done yet. Yuri brushed it off lightly with a, “No, it’s enough.” and he sat down in the chair in front of the suspect.

“....Hello. I’m in charge of the interrogation. I’m Officer Briar.”

With a smile on his face, Yuri looks at the suspect from under his long bangs. In his eyes, the suspect’s flirtatious, handsome face looked like the loathsome Loid Forger.

He hit his wife…? All because she’s not good at cooking?

His teeth, which he clenched so that no one would notice, made a dull sound. Yuri, with his simmering anger and hatred hidden beneath his smile, says in a voice that comforts a child,

“You can’t do that, right? You can’t just hit your wife.”

With that, the suspect burst out laughing.

“No way, Mr. Detective. I didn’t hit my wife. She just fell and injured herself.”

“.....So you’re saying you didn’t do anything wrong?”

Only Yuri’s eyes narrowed, leaving the smile on his mouth.

“Yes. I’m actually the victim here if you ask me.”

She is usually the one who is to blame for taking so long to cook a meal. He curses at his wife abusively for making the same dishes all the time.

Without letting the smile on his lips disappear, Yuri leaned over the steel desk and grabbed the suspect’s side of the head with his dominant hand saying,

“....If that’s the case…then even if I break all your teeth, smash your nose, and crack your jaw, you did that all to yourself because you fell, right? That makes me the victim here, right?”

“Huh!?”

The man who was playing the role of the suspect was taken aback by Yuri, who was smiling cheerfully as he talked about things he could not understand.

The smile on Yuri’s face slips from his face as he stares back at him from a close distance.

“.....you beat your wife.”

He told him with a voice cold as ice.

“You beat your good, unarmed wife, who did not do anything wrong. And that deed deserves death. Therefore, I will execute you with my own hands. There will be no trial, I will give you divine punishment immediately.”

“!!”

“Ask for your wife’s forgiveness in death.”

When he removed his hand from the suspect’s head and reached out for his throat, the suspect squeaked, horrified by Yuri’s out-of-character behavior, he turned pale and trembled in fear.

“I-I’m sorry!! I-I-I-I won’t do it again!! I will not hit my wife ever again! I mean, this whole thing is just an act anyway! I’m not even married! I’m single! I don’t even have a girlfriend! I’m really sorry! Please forgive me!”

“Huh?”

Yuri, who finally comes to his senses when the suspect, or rather, the cast member, forgetting to even act, cries out.

He hurriedly removed himself from the suspect.

“Ah….Um, I’m really sorry too….I guess I accidentally got into the role-”

Despite his desperate attempts to mend the situation, the man in the cast just looks at Yuri with a frightened look on his face and doesn't say anything. The female staff member also froze in place, seemingly speechless. The room had fallen silent, and it was now Yuri who turned pale.

What the fuck am I doing? I was supposed to just go with the flow….

If Anya were to tell his sister about this…..She would definitely be saddened by her brother’s change of attitude. Not only that.

In the worst case scenario, sis might find out that I’m actually not a diplomat, but a secret police.

If that happened, he wondered how shocked his gentle,unsullied sister would be….

Oh, what have I done….This is Lottie’s fault too. It’s because his face keeps on popping up in my mind….Loid Forger, I will never forgive you.

As Yuri inwardly blames Loid for his misplaced responsibility, he heard Anya muttered in a trembling voice,

“You’re so cool, unkie…..”

“Eh…?”

As he fearfully looked back at Anya, who was sitting in the corner of the room, he saw that she was looking at him with respect that he had never seen before. Her cheeks were flushed and her two big eyes were shining like stars.

“You’re an interrogation genius.”

“No, not really.”

As he murmured to himself saying, “I’m not a genius, it’s my real job after all.” Anya flared her nose with excitement, she started to say, “As expected from a real-” then stopped unnaturally. Then, she praised him in an unfamiliar way saying, “...real adult who reads a lot of books!”

Saying that, the two who had been frozen in place, began to clap their hands enthusiastically in unison as if they were overwhelmed.

“It was so realistic that I was taken aback a little! I can’t really believe it!!”

“Mister, you should aim to be an actor!! You’re handsome to begin with, so if you aim as an actor, you’ll definitely succeed!! I’ll give you my stamp of approval, I was really scared, you know!”

“Ah….no, that’s not true.”

“No, it was really amazing! The intensity was so real as if you’re a real police officer!”

“If you don’t mind, I can introduce you now to an agency, and you’ll be an actor right away! I’m sure you'll be a great actor!!”

“No need……Hahaha”

It’s his real job, so it’s no surprise. There was no acting or anything. In fact, he doesn’t even have the slightest sense of theatricality. All he had was hatred for Loid Forger.

However, when someone praises you like this, it’s part of human nature not to feel so bad about it. Moreover, Yuri is still only 20 years old, and he is still a simpleton.

Feeling all better, he says,

“Alright, let’s go on to the next one!”

“Oui!”

With Anya in tow, he was off to the next experience in high spirits….

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“Unkie, I’m hungry.”

“Oh right, it’s already evening and we haven’t eaten anything yet.”

“I feel like my stomach and back are gonna break apart.”

“Then, how about we eat some hotdog in the food space.”

After trying various occupations in a row, including newspaper reporter, firefighter, judge, prosecutor, soldier, sculptor, doctor, and train operator, they had completely forgotten to eat lunch.

While eating a too-late lunch of hotdogs, juice, and coffee at a round table in an indoor cafe built like an open terrace, they suddenly felt exhausted.

Anya, for example, looks like she’s about to fall asleep while eating her hotdog. The guests around them also looked tired, and their numbers seemed to be dwindling, if not downheartedly.

“So? What did you like the best?”

Yuri asked while drinking his coffee.

“Hmm….”

Anya replied, dangling her legs while looking up at the ceiling.

The ceiling of the facility is painted with a blue sky and clouds.

Anya let out a sigh, and said,

“I worked so much the whole day today, so I feel like I just wanna play my whole life.”

“Wha!?....Seriously..”

The unexpected reply almost made Yuri spit out the coffee he was drinking, causing him to cough violently.

“I want to be a cloud.”

“......”

“Or anything is fine.”

Yuri heard the sound of all the effort being blotted out for the day.

Ugh… This was a massive waste of my time.

More than that, he doesn’t know what to say to his sister.

Why did it turn out this way? I don’t care if you pick out to be a lawyer or a police officer, just pick something other than being a NEET!

While Yuri was in agony, Anya put the half-eaten hotdog on her plate, rummaged in her small bag, and spread out the pamphlet on the table.

“I want to go here for the last time.”

She pointed.

“What? You wanted to be a cloud anyway, right?”

He tried to be sarcastic in return, but was offended when she gave him a pitying look and said,

“Unkie, humans can’t become a cloud, you know.”

Why is it that she is usually an idiot, but says something accurate at a time like this? Are children like that in general? Or is it just her?

“Which one?”

For the time being, just to confirm, he asked, and Anya pointed to an accessory workshop in a corner of the facility. It was a booth where visitors could design their own brooches, necklaces, earrings, and other accessories, and actually take them home.

Frankly, it was quite surprising.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I’m a fashionista.”

However, time is running out. Yuri had left a letter, but in the worst case, he doesn’t want to make his sister worry.

“It’s almost time for my sister to get home, so let’s go home now.”

Saying that, Anya was understandably disappointed. Her shoulders slumped.

“I was planning to make a gift for mama.”

“Eh…..?”

Surprised, Yuri looked at the girl in front of him.

“Today is a holiday, so mama told me we’re gonna play a lot, but because she had to work, we were not able to play. She was saying sorry even though she did not do anything wrong. She looked so sad, so I feel sad too.”

“.......”

Yuri felt a nostalgic pain in his chest as he heard those words, which were poorly spelled, but she tried her best to convey them. It must be because he once felt the same way about his sister.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t been able to spend time with you. I’m so sorry for making you feel lonely all the time, Yuri.”

Everytime she apologized, Yuri couldn’t help but feel sad.

“That’s why I’m thinking of making a beautiful insect brooch for mama who did her best at work today.”

“.....don’t make an insect one.”

Yuri mumbled.

“My sister hates insects, so do something else.”

“But unkie, you said there’s no time…”

“That’s why hurry up and finish that already so we can go.”

“Oui!”

Anya’s face lit up. She finished the rest of her hotdog impatiently and jumped down from her chair.

“I will not do an insect brooch anymore, I will do a flower brooch instead.”

“Flowers are no good too. I will make a hairband with a flower corsage for sis.”

“Unkie is a Holger warrior.”

“You know, even though you’re an idiot, you sure know a few funny words.”

They headed for the workshop while chatting about such things.

Yuri still didn’t notice that he had held Anya’s little hand before she even asked him to do so….

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“........I wonder if they’re about to get back anytime soon?”

Yor looked at the clock as she arranged the salad, roasted apples, and veal schnitzel she had brought on the dining table.

She had planned to return as soon as possible, but she was completely late, about 15 minutes late, so she came home panicking. However, Anya and Yuri were nowhere to be found, and on the low table in the living room was a letter saying,

“I’m gonna take her to Step Work Kids”

Step Work Kids is a popular children’s spot that her colleague, Sharon, a married woman, also talked about.

I was sure that they'd just be at home all day.

It made her feel a little bit nervous to think that Yuri had taken Anya out to play. It seems that Yuri also had given Bond plenty of water and dog food before they left.

He doesn’t hesitate to say that he wouldn’t approve of her marriage…. But when the time comes like this, Yuri takes care of them.

Yuri is a really kind hearted kid.

Although he can be short-tempered and obsessive at times, he’s still a very good boy at heart. Smiling, Yor served Anya’s favorite chocolate cake filled with peanuts and a bottle of wine she thought Yuri would like.

Loid told her he would be back by midnight, so they’ll just start eating when Yuri and Anya get back.

“Fufufu. It’s not as good as Loid’s cooking, but it looks delicious.”

She regretted not having enough time to make most of the dishes, but she was able to make a soup while she was waiting for them to get back home. Yor thinks that her first attempt at cold potato soup turned out pretty well, if she had to say. It smelled a little strange, but she’s sure it’s because of the spices.

“I hope they get back soon, right, Bond?”

“Woof.”

Bond barked as if responding to Yor’s question.

“I wonder if they will like the soup? I accidentally put onions in it, so I’m sorry that you won’t get to taste the soup, Bond.”

“W-Woof…”

For some reason, Bond backs away slowly. Then, his ears perked up and he barked happily, “Woof woof!” and headed for the front door, wagging his tails. It seems that the person they’ve been waiting for has returned.

“I’m a flower brooch genius. Mine’s too beautiful.”

“If you say it like that, then I’m the genius here. Look at how cute this hairband is. It’s perfect for my pretty sister.”

“Mama will cry of happiness after she sees what I made.”

“Hmph! What a cheeky little brat. My sister will cry of happiness once she sees my hairband.”

“I challenge you then, unkie!”

“Bring it on, chihuahua girl! And, don’t call me unkie, I’m not your uncle.”

“Unkie is unkie.”

Yor couldn’t quite hear what’s going on, but it sounds like they’re having a little batte. Yuri is like a small kid whenever he’s with Anya.

I see that they’re getting along just fine.

Yor chucked and followed her dog’s back to greet her brother and daughter, her two precious ones.

#spy x family #spy x family light novel: family portrait #sxf #yor forger #anya forger #bond forger #yuri briar #long post #please do not repost

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imkittyjustkitty · 11 months

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② are we dancing after death?

🔱 — i'd meet the sea ༄ ⠀finnick odair x gn!tribute!reader ⚔️ 🔖) [one] CHAPTER TWO [three] [four] [five] [six] [seven] [eight]

chapter synopsis; The Quarter Quell nears. warnings; blood & veins mentioned once or twice, implied/mentioned prostitution (doesn't happen to reader), reader imagines strangling someone, like one swear word A/N; paragraphs in italics are flashbacks, i got a bit excited about mentioning other canonical district 10 victors (plus an oc who may or may not show up later 👀), i'm also not too sure how mentors are chosen for the games each year? also i just want to say thank you so much for the support on the first chapter, it makes me so happy to know people are enjoying this series as much as i am!!

It's warm, as it always is in District 10. It may be winter and the temperature is noticeably colder, but you still find that walking around outside with a warm coat on does more discomfort for you than if you were to walk around in the vaguely-cold weather without it.

It's been almost seven years since you'd entered the arena and emerged from the other side a victor. Since then your life in 10 has been undeniably empty, a lonely existence that seems to only serve as a reminder that tiptoes dangerously on the border of a punishment.

You've even found yourself looking forward to the games, if only for the possibility of being chosen as a mentor that year and being able to see.. a certain someone.

You'd met Finnick a couple years ago, when some very enthusiastic 'fans' of yours had practically begged some rich public figure in the Capitol to invite you to a party they were holding. They'd said it was an invite you were free to decline (Though it would 'break their hearts' if you did), but when a group of peacekeepers showed up at your doorstep the morning you were expected to take a train to the Capitol, it was made very apparent you had no choice but to play along with the rich snobs who had demanded your attendance.

You couldn't bring yourself to care too much, very well aware that you were not special in any regard in this situation, victors don't get a day of rest if even one Capitol citizen decides they want you around. You supposed you could even go as far as to say you were lucky, considering they didn't ask for anything other than your attendance.

The Capitol is suffocating, though that should be no surprise. The lights are bright and music beats out of speakers like thick blood pumping through heavy veins.

Your surroundings pound against your walls, a heavy throbbing in your head as you try to seclude yourself to a corner of the giant roof-top party. Your outfit — a 'gift' from a particularly enthusiastic designer — is as ugly as it gets, a green shade that resembles animal faeces more than the it does the tree leaves in 7 that the designer was undoubtedly trying to replicate. It sticks like honey, clinging to every inch of your skin that it covers, almost like a portable prison cell as you try and fail to even lift your arm above your waist.

You calm your frustration by imagining a scenario in which you can rip this fabric prison right off your body and strangle the woman who practically forced you into it.

You'd never do it, but — as some bright red drink that you haven't taken a single sip of sits in your hand heavy like a a threat begging to be heeded, and the world around you is completely out of control full of people who view you as less of a human and more of an accessory, — it doesn't hurt to daydream a little.

You're aware of your resting facial expressions usually resembling that of someone planning a murder — which to be fair is rather accurate right now — so as you notice a shadow in the vague form of a person approaching you, you prepare yourself for the same overused ice-breakers that tipsy Capitol citizens seem to love so much.

What catches you off guard, is the when the figure simply rests against the same wall you're leaning on beside you, not yet saying a word. You blink quickly, trying to clear the fog in your eyes to see who stands beside you.

You think that maybe this stranger finds the silence comforting, maybe they're just trying to get away from the loudness and crowdedness of the party like you. But for you, the silence is anything but comforting, the fact this person has not said a word to explain why they're now standing with you, and you can't even make out who they are in the dim lighting and fog that's building up behind your eyes all night, only scares you.

It's a whisper straight into the wind — when the stranger finally talks — almost like a test to see if you care enough to listen. You do.

He says your first and last name quietly, not like a greeting but rather just a statement void of any goal.

And then he introduces himself, Finnick Odair. You can tell he's known since the moment his eyes landed on you that you're not a Capitol citizen, he says he doesn't make a point to remember the names of every victor that gets tossed aside and forgotten by the Capitol, but he recognises you.

You recognise him too, by name. He had been someone your mother had compared you to late one night, a boy who had won the games so young, just like you were meant to.

But now he wasn't a young boy you'd resented for less than a moment after being basically told he was everything you weren't. In fact, he was better company than anyone you'd met in your whole life.

You carefully make your way through District 10, the wide fields and twisting footpaths granting you a world where for a moment you can pretend you're the only one here, that beyond blades of grass and unstable barns sits only empty land and freedom.

And then your feet hit the pavement of the Victor's village, your silent bubble immediately broken as the sounds of life and activity echo through the rows of houses.

You can hear the sounds of footsteps hitting the ground, and slight conversation mixes with the wind as you watch your neighbours living their lives around you.

The house closest to your left is dusty and not well-kept — as it always has been — the only sign of life being the open curtains, which slightly reveal an old woman by the name of Tule standing with her hands leaning against a kitchen bench, and a slightly taller old man — Greir — sitting on a stiff armchair in front of a television, both undoubtedly preparing for what everyone else is.

To your right, is the Yule household. The houses in the Victor's Village are big, spacious in a way that makes you feel lonely, but in a way that has served yet another victor; Phox — and her family — very well. You can hear through the slightly opened windows that most of them must be gathered in the living room too.

Neighbouring Phox's home, is Karter Breer's, District 10's most recent victor. They won 3 years ago, a year which you couldn't remember anything about other than who won. You know very little about Karter — you've slowly learnt little things here and there about your other fellow victors purely from living near them for so long, and Karter's only lived here for a shorter time than you — but you expect that once their extents of self-isolation lessen and they leave the house more, you'll know just as much about them as you do about every member of Phox's family.

As you keep walking — your shoes hitting the uneven concrete rather ungracefully — you pass an empty house or two, Tule's home, and even the home of Alto; possibly the only other inhabitant of this row of houses who can compete against Karter for loneliest Victor.

You pass more houses — at least four — until you reach yours. It sits right in the corner of the tall fences that surrounds the community here, purposefully as far away from the entrance gate and all your neighbours' houses.

You unlock the front door and try not to wince as it creaks loudly. The inside of your house is undeniably yours. As much as you isolate yourself, you're still human, and you've still slowly made this place your own... and possibly in the process made it Finnick's too.

One of the details that makes it very clear that this house — while you may still be the only one who lives in it — is not yours alone, is the ribbons.

They're tied to chair legs and door handles, each one taking you back to all the moments in which Finnick had tied the different colours around your hair, or wrapped around your wrist like a homemade bracelet, or even daintily tied around your finger when you weren't looking.

They admittedly look a bit tacky, they make your house look almost unkempt to anyone else. But to you, they make this hollow shell of a building more of a home, or at least a reminder of a home you do have, even if it may not be right here.

"Someone is staring."

You don't want to say it any more than he wants to hear it, but the Capitol woman that can't be any more than a few years older than you and Finnick hasn't stopped watching the two of you since she's noticed you.

The ghost of his hand moves away from yours just slightly, an inaudible sigh leaving his lips.

"I should leave..” He whispers to you, making no move to actually walk away.

He’s right, there’s people everywhere, you may not be the only Victors in attendance — although you’re definitely the only ones who look like one of you is about to get down on their knees and ask for the other’s hand in marriage — but that doesn’t mean there's no eyes on you.

You’ve known this all night — known that you’re constantly under surveillance here — but you and Finnick haven’t seen each other in months, haven't been able to speak let alone hold one another. You can’t decide whether you regret risking it all like this or not, him just being close to you feeling like a good enough reason to risk it all.

You don’t answer him, you don't usually do, in a world where you could say so much but have so little time to do so, it grows overwhelming. So your solution is simply say nothing.

Finnick knows this, and loves you for it — not despite — but he also knows that though while you may not say it, you want him to stay with you in this moment where you'll pretend that all is well, even though you both know you shouldn't.

There is a whisper, one purposefully intended to only be audible to you.

"See you later."

Simple. To the point. No room for argument. But you can see, for the fraction of a moment that Finnick's eyes stay on yours and he smiles ever so slightly, there is something more left unsaid.

There's an 'i love you' within that phrase which holds such certainty that you can't help but believe he means it. There's a 'stay safe' almost as a light joke but also meant with full seriousness. And then, for only split second now lost to time, there's a flicker of a sorrowful reality, of something that tells you you both know that later could very well be years.

Later could be later tonight, it could be a moment where you run into each other leaving the party, where you get a chance to pretend no one needs to say goodbye again. Later could be within months, where you could both be chosen as mentors for your districts. Later could be within weeks, one of you could just drop dead at any moment, the other would have to beg and plead to even be allowed into the district where the funeral would be held.

Yet for a moment, it's like Finnick has walked back over to hold your hands in his again, as you mindlessly fidget and simply stare at nothing, your movements freeze when you feel something new around your skin.

And there, wrapped around your pointer finger, is a small yellow ribbon tied in a bow, no doubt the same ribbon that was wrapped around the glass Finnick had been holding not long before.

You may be reading into it too much — as you fiddle with the ribbon, refusing to untie it — but it feels like a promise. That while yes, later will come one way or another no matter how much you try to stop it, but maybe — for now — there is comfort in that.

You can't help but be excited for whatever parties that will be thrown in the coming days, if just to see him as soon as possible.

Your thoughts are only of the possibility of seeing Finnick soon as you walk through the echoing halls of your house, pulling your jacket off tiredly and laying it on the first flat surface you see, then moving to pull your slowly-falling-apart shoes off from your sore feet.

The mundanity of the ritual brings a sort of comfort, your house and dull clothes an unchanging factor in your life (No matter how much several parts of your outfits have been slowly unravelling from unkind weather and getting caught on fences).

For a moment you just stand in the foyer, not too far from the front door. Thoughts don't really cross through your mind as you stand there dully, your gaze simply zoning out where you stand.

A buzz and sudden music coming from your living room pushes you out of this state, your steps calm and un-rushed as you move through your house to eventually find your television showing you the beginnings of a Capitol broadcast.

You sit down on the couch in front of it, slightly leaning forward as to not miss what will soon be said.

Quarter Quells are scary, they're unpredictable, but something deep inside you says it will all be okay, because soon you will see Finnick again at whatever trashy party you're both invited to, and you won't have to give less of a shit about the games.

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llamagirl28 · 1 year

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Honestly, I would love to hear more about the ROs that haven’t appeared yet.

Of course! Under the cut, cause it's getting long

Nimue appeared briefly in chapter 2 but I'm going to include her here anywhere. So, as you may know, she's Merlin's daughter - and only child - as well as his apprentice. Her mother is a High Priest in Avalon, and Nimue herself will admit to missing Avalon terribly - yet she chose to become Merlin's apprentice. She keeps a curious eye on Mordred (watching their career with interest so to say 👀).

She loves long walks in the woods, loves to be by water and enjoys swimming. She's a good cook. Out of everyone in Camelot she's closest with Gawain. She's very fond of cats (I may actually give her a kitty in game). She has a beautiful singing voice, and often hums to herself while working.

She hates the cold. She's always bundled up in winter. Her favorite colors are those shades ranging from green-blue. She loves reading, and Gawain is all too happy to provide her with suggestions. She keeps a lot to herself. Has a penchant for eavesdropping 👀 and generally at parties you can find her roaming the room, observing people. She's a very skilled sorcerer, and also an adept of the Lady of the Lake. Her outfits consist a lot of stays over chemises with petticoats and overskirts, kirtles over chemises. And belts with pockets to carry stuff.

Elaine is the youngest child of the Astolat Ducal family. Has always been very sporty/outdoorsy and would spend hours playing outside and watching the knights play. She befriended a dragon, Felix, around her age, bonding over their shared love for flying, sports and nature, and they'd often joked about becoming knights. She's a light weight when it comes to alcohol. She loves showing off her muscles. Has always been intrigued by dragons' culture and history.

About Sophie, I actually did some changes to her backstory! Interesting ones. She had a brother before too - tho he was younger. Now it's her twin brother, Magnus! He's still the one preferred for the throne, despite her being first born by a couple minutes. The Council of Nobles (who are the ones actually in power, behind the scenes) in her kingdom don't want her as Monarch because she's actually really interested in taking an active role in leading, uncovering their corruption and making all sorts of changes - including perhaps an attempt at democracy 👀

She loves dogs - and got a dog of her own when she moved to Camelot to become a knight. Elaine uses she/her (doesn't bother her/doesn't really care) but she's not comfortable being considered a woman - or a man. Loves bread and pastry. It's just so good. Wears pants with tunics/shirts/jerkins/doublets in either soft, pastel colors (like violet, blue, yellow, mint) or simple browns. Goes for comfy, cozy, practical clothes but does like to dress up in elaborately embroidered doublets and shirts for special events.

She's always been very studious and diligent, becoming intrigued by different topics and subjects. Has random knowledge on all sorts of things as a result. She can wield a dagger well enough. She loves wearing flowing dresses in all sorts of pastel and soft colors - her favorite color in pink. She loves flowers and plants. Has a sweet tooth. She also draws very beautifully.

Agravain is a fellow knight who joins the Round Table after Mordred. They're the bastard of some Camelotian noble, whose mother is a servant at his castle. Their father has always resented them and they've been badly treated by him, his wife, and their oldest child. Agravain actually looks up a lot to Morgana - and wishes to befriend Mordred. They feel they have a lot in common, that they're kindred spirits - very much "us against the world". Mordred's relationships with them will have a big impact on Agravain.

They're sweet and earnest, and sort of bashful, though they can get very snappish and irritable and angry in certain situations. They get easily jealous (not just in romantic relationships, but friendships too). They're afraid Mordred - or anyone else they become close to - might abandon them. Has worked very hard to become a Knight of the Round Table. They have a passion for sewing and love designing and making their own clothes. Thinks cloaks are very cool.

Isac is a sorcerer, and son of the so called Rebel Queen. The bloodline of sorcerer he's a part of originates from the Deer King himself, and their affinity is for plant manipulation. Which you bet comes in handy for robbing people on highways that go through the forest, and protecting their castle which is also found within the woods. He's very easy going and a shameless flirt who will shoot his shot with Mordred - but backs down the moment you refuse/aren't interested in his flirting. He loves deep, lush colors, low v-neck shirts, wearing lots of rings and walks in the deep parts of the woods. His favorite hanging spots are some abandoned Deer King Temples. Has a streak for mischief. His childhood best friend is a dragon. There's one cousin close to him in age that he's also closest to, whom he loves to (affectionately) annoy.

#the bastard of camelot #Boc ros #Nimue #Sophie #Elaine #Isac #Agravain

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A Slave For You

Chapter 1

Leila's life was very normal. She had everything she wanted, a nice house, car, and all the money she could ever ask for. She was a rich girl and lived her life doing nothing but shopping and spending money. However her life changed when on her way home from a night out she was kidnapped by human traffickers and sent to the slave market in New York City where she finds herself being brought by one of the most dangerous mob bosses of Brooklyn, James Buchanan Barnes

Leila’s life was far from normal. A fancy house, a classy car, designer clothes—the life of a woman who was given everything by her parents. Her father was a doctor, and her mother was a lawyer. She’d never have to work a day in her life if she didn’t want to. It is safe to say she was a daddie girl. If she asked for a new apartment, her father would buy it for her. If she asked for a new car, her father would buy it; if she asked for a $10,000 bag, her dad would buy it for her. There was nothing she couldn’t get or wouldn’t get.

She could, by all means, go to college, get a degree, and apply for a job to earn the money herself. But why would she do that when she could just be given it? No, Leila wasn’t a normal girl. She was very privileged, and she didn’t even have to work for it. Her days were spent shopping in designer malls, meeting up with her girlfriends for expensive cocktails and shopping sprees, spa days, and manicures. Of course she was thankful for them, but she had never known what it was like to have to work for money or for respect and admiration. She was a daddies little girl, and she loved it.

Growing up, she always got what she wanted, and being an only child made her the spoiled brat she is today. She never went anywhere without looking like a million dollars. Gold jewellery hanging off her wrists and ears, sunglasses that were more than $500, a designer bag always on her elbow, hair blown out as if she had been to the salon every day, a classic white French on her nails, and perfect plump lips. She took pride in making herself look good, almost as if she wanted to stand out from the crowd. Living in Beverly Hills made that hard, as everyone seemed to dress and act the same. Everyone would be walking with their cell phones glued to their ears or a wireless head set so that they didn’t have to use a phone.

Little did she know that her life was going to change. It was a chilly night. The winter wind was coming further into February, which meant long fur coats and high knee boots to keep her warm. It wasn't unusual for LA to be cold, but this night in particular was the coldest. The club music was booming from the outside, the vibrations pounding against the floor. The club was packed with girls and boys dressed in designer clothes, with alcohol littering the tables with champagne bottles and vodka shots. It was one of the most expensive clubs to get into, and of course Leila could get in with just a smile and a wink to the bouncer. She had hired the VIP section for her and her friends, meaning they had the top floor to themselves.

“Cheers girls!” Lacey, one of the girls from her group, shouted over the loud music, and they clinked their shot glasses together before necking them down. Leila shook her head from the spicy taste of the vodka, a buzz hitting her straight away, and she leaned back into the plush sofa of the VIP section. This was probably their sixth shot, along with the endless bottles of champagne they had been drinking. She was in a tight-fitting black dress, high above her neck with her hair in a bouncy blow, and black knee-high boots. She was stunning with her smokey makeup and plump lips.

Her girls were dressed in similar outfits. Tight dresses and heels, short skirts, and crop tops, showing off every curve and inch of their bodies. The club was alive, with dancing people grinding against each other, couples making out in the corners and bathrooms of the club, and men throwing money on the most expensive drinks for girls. The alcohol didn’t take long to take effect on Leila, and she was starting to lose sense of everything. Her vision was slightly blurred, and her hands were turning numb to her fingers. The tingles spread across her body, and she knew she had reached her limit.

“Girls, I need to go home now; I will literally throw up if I have anymore,” she said with warning, standing up to get her balance and check if she could walk home. Anymore, and she'd be on the floor.

“No, come on, stay,” one of her friends whined, not wanting her to go home and miss any fun.

“I can't... besides, I have a spa day tomorrow, and I don’t want to miss it,” she grinned with excitement, gathering her Chanel bag and hitching it over her shoulder. Her fur coat was slung on the back of the sofa, which she slipped over. She kissed her friends goodbye, hugging them tightly and reassuring each and every one of them that she would be fine getting home. Her house wasn’t too far from the club, and she had done this walk a million times, so she’d be fine.

"I love you,” she said, blowing a kiss to them before strutting out of the club into the freezing cold air. She slightly shivered as she walked home briskly, boots clicking on the concrete floor in sync, her hips swaying underneath the fur coat. Her cell phone was nearly out of battery, and she huffed in annoyance, shoved it back in her pocket, and focused on getting home. She was drunk but sober enough to walk home and not fall into the road. It suddenly got quieter the further she left the club, and the empty streets began to frighten her a little, but she kept her head down and focused hard on her steps.

She was unfortunate to have to walk through a rather rough part of town to get to Beverly Hills, and as she made her way down the street, she took in the shaggy houses, fences half knocked down, trash across the pavement, and homeless people wrapped up in whatever blankets they could find and huddled in the corner. She kept her body close, hugging her bag tightly, and took a shaky breath. It made her shiver, looking at the decrepit sights. Her eyes flickered over to the other side of the road to see a pair of rough men, talking hushedly and clearly trading over money for drugs. She hurried along, not wanting to be noticed or associated with anything like that.

As she turned the corner, she looked up briefly as she picked up her speed. Down the street, there was a dark black van parked on the side and what looked like someone leaning against it, smoking a cigarette. His head was down, his legs were crossed, and his face was hard to tell in both the darkness and with the cap he was wearing. Leila swallowed but kept her head down and picked her pace up more. It was a classic scene out of a horror movie—the ones where the girl gets kidnapped and thrown in the back of the van. Crime in these parts of LA was high and known for its kidnaps and murders, and she certainly didn't want to be on that end. As she neared the creepy-looking van and began to pass it, she hoped that it was just nothing and that the guy was completely oblivious to her, but as he looked up and threw the cigarette away, stepping in front of her, her heart began to beat loudly, and she hugged her coat tighter towards her.

“Hey, do you mind helping me? I’ve just broken down, and I need a cell phone to call someone,” he said. His voice was gruff, and he looked a little rough under the cap. He had a thick brown beard, which looked wirey and dirty. His eyes couldn’t be seen due to the darkness, but the thick smell of smoke lingered on his breath and clothes. Leila grimaced, her nose curling up at the sickly scent of him, and took a step back.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have one.” She tried to pass him quickly to head home, but he jumped in front of her again, preventing her from passing. “Please, I could really do with some help, lady,” he said with a creepy smile. His teeth were crooked and yellow, and Leila was starting to feel sick. “I said no!” She snapped and tried to sneak past, but suddenly he grabbed her, shoving her up against a wall. A shriek fell from her lips, and she immediately tried to fight him back. Whimpers and grunts fell from her lips as she smacked her hands against him, but the man was taller and stronger. His dirty, dry hands grabbed her mouth, pressing hard on her lips, and she whimpered underneath him. He was quick to wrap his arm around, and suddenly the side door of the van pulled open, revealing a mystery man inside. He, too, looked rough around the edges and reached over to help pick up her legs. forcing her into the van. Leila kicked and screamed with all her might, praying someone was around to see or hear her kidnapping.

The van door slammed shut, and she was in darkness.

Everything happened so fast. Over the next three days, her life was nothing but tears and fear. She was stripped of everything she knew and loved. In the back of the van, she was tied with a black bag over her head, keeping her in darkness. kicking and screaming on the floor. She tried with all her effort and energy to escape, but nothing was working. The cuffs weren't any loose, and the bag prevented her from seeing anything. Her voice was hoarse by the end, and she felt like she had swallowed razor blades. After a few hours of travel, she was forced out of the van and made to hobble along to another van, much bigger this time and fuller. Although she couldn’t see, her hearing had heightened, and she heard the soft whimpers of several other girls tied up in the van. She was shoved in, pressed against the side of the van with her hands handcuffed above her, legs out in front with her ankles tied with cable ties, cutting into her skin and marking them. Then it was another long journey.

Leila had heard about human traffickers. The stories in the news had become a lot more frequent over the last few months, and hundreds of girls were being kidnapped and trafficked to other countries for slave labour. She wasn’t a complete bimbo to not know that right now her life was in the hands of human traffickers, and she feared where she was being taken. She didn’t have to ask to know that she was being taken to a slave market to be sold to some sick fuck for whatever pleasure they wanted, and the tears running down her eyes were a clear reaction. She was scared, frightened, and petrified. She was shaking to the point the cuffs were cutting into her wrists, and blood started to booze and drip down her arms. Her makeup was caked and smudged around her eyes, giving her the look of a drunk who hadn’t been sober for days. Her hair had fallen flat from the beautiful curls it had once had. But it wasn’t just her. The other fourteen girls in the back of the van had the same look and thoughts as her.

After three long days of travelling with little water and food, they arrived at the slave market. The van pulled up to the large building, parking its back door right next to the back door of the building. Silence fell into the back of the van, and the girls were silent and still. The creek of the door opening had everyone on edge, and one by one, the girls were taken out. Leila swallowed a hard lump in her mouth, biting her lower lip to stop her whimpers from catching any attention. The last thing she wanted was to get slapped or hit for causing a fuss. The scuff of boots on the van floor grew louder as one by one the girls were taken off the can and forced inside, and finally Leila was next. Rough hands grabbed her ankles and cut the ties, freeing them, and then unlocked the cuffs from the chain hanging above them. She was yanked up, large hands gripping her forearms, and she was shoved out of the van, the bag still on top of her head preventing her from seeing. She stumbled out, her bare feet hitting a concrete floor that was cold and wet, and she whimpered as she was shoved inside, about to meet her doom.

Chapter 2

Hi, so I previously had another fic called a slave for you which was pretty much the same with a similar story. I was thinking long and hard about how to update that one and have decided to start all over again and start from the beginning so I have changed the story line a bit and I have a clearer idea of how this story could turn out which I think will be more interesting. Let me know what you think in the comments and if you want to be tagged.

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In Every Winter Night, Part 2 (Marry My Husband Fanfic)

Author's note: Part 1 is here.

Ji Hyuk

The doors of the office lift opened, and Ji Won’s bright eyes met his. It gave him a jolt. Energy zipped along his limbs and he wanted to dance, to shout you’re here, you’re here and helicopter his arms wildly. He contented himself with a smile, quickly smothered. This morning, on the drive to town they had talked about it, and they had agreed to keep their newfound relationship quiet from their colleagues. He was, after all, her indirect boss and she was, after all, fresh from a very public break up. All very logical. The problem was, he hadn’t anticipated how difficult it would be to stay sane when she was near.

She entered the lift, walking straight to him, but turning around at the last second as if conscientiously making room in the lift for others. The back of her pink nubbly suit skirt brushed against his hands that were holding his briefcase in front of him. In his mind, he turned his hand outwards and cupped a pretty handful of perky Ji Won butt. No, no, no.

He took a deep breath. That was also a mistake. He’d inhaled a large lungful of Ji Won’s intoxicating scent and now he couldn’t breathe AND he was turned on in a lift full of colleagues.

Ji Hyuk wanted to laugh at himself. He bit it back, death-gripped his briefcase, and tried to take very shallow breaths for the long ride up, with multiple stops to let people off. He’d consider it a win if he didn’t pass out before reaching their floor.

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Morning emails were done, and Ji Hyuk was quite proud of himself for actually doing work. He leaned back in his seat, and his mind went right back to the promise he made Ji Won last night.

Date nights. He’d promised her date nights, and a slow exploration of their physical relationship. To give her the security of clear boundaries and no obligation to continue beyond her comfort zone, he’d proposed one body part per date. This week they had agreed on shoulders, nothing more.

He thought back to the skin-tight black shirt she’d worn to dump her sleazebag ex. How it had shown off her nape and the delicate bone structure across her shoulders. How the boat cut across the shoulders meant no bra straps, and suggested the wild possibility of no bra. The two straps crossing the front did not conceal anything, but only made him yearn for a pair of scissors and a dark room. Hui Yeon had been right, her outfit had been pure punishment. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as heat pooled in his groin and a deep throb reminded him that his office was not an appropriate place to have hot daydreams about his woman.

Speaking of… he glanced up and caught her eyes. Some of what he was thinking might have leapt across the rows of busy cubicles between them, for her eyes widened and she quickly ducked back down.

The corner of his lips tilted up as a mischievous thought occured to him. Ji Hyuk pulled up the office messaging app. He briefly considered the scandal if these messages were read, since it was strictly an office communication tool. But he brushed that aside. He knew a guy in HR who was privy to their relationship anyway.

“What are we doing this weekend?” He kept his eyes on the computer, and the three bouncing dots that indicated she was typing.

“Us? Whatever you want to do, Director-nim.”

Director-nim. He didn’t like that, but he did like the “us” bit. Us. There’s an Us.

“Is there something you’ve wanted to do?”

“Ice skating,” came the immediate reply.

Ji Hyuk frowned. He didn’t care about the activity, as long as it was with her, but ice skating meant being cold, and being cold meant thick clothing, and thick clothing meant difficult access to her shoulders.

He glanced up again, speculatively. Ji Won was still looking down at her screen, so he took the moment to imagine her bundled up in winter clothes. Then he made a plan to unwrap her like his favourite ice cream popsicle. Pop, slide, pull, lick. He liked plans. He liked this plan.

“Let’s go,” he typed.

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Ji Won

She knew she’d have fun on a date with Ji Hyuk, but she didn’t know how much fun. They had certainly hung out together before, as friends, but this was a date and it was so much better. Holding mitten-covered hands while sliding across the ice. The last time she’d had this much joy was in a winter skating rink back in Busan, a pre-schooler holding on to her father’s hands while she wobbled and slid along.

Ji Won felt the hot sting of tears but she shook her head against it. No more crying. Ji Hyuk was here, and in a way that meant Appa was here too, loving her and making her safe and secure.

Every time she slipped Ji Hyuk was there, grabbing her and hauling her right back up. Each time, instead of being taken down a peg, her confidence grew, because she could feel Ji Hyuk’s hands lingering where they touched her. An extra second around her shoulders, a soft brush across her back, a firm grip on the top her hips. Each touch left a drop of heat, and each drop of heat was slipping down and collecting wet warmth between her legs.

He liked her he’d said. She enjoyed how direct he was, and each time he touched her she felt more desirable, more womanly and much more seductive. No one could fault her for tripping more often than was strictly necessary, especially if it meant that she could take another sip of the long, cool drink that was Yu Ji Hyuk, right?

After an hour or so, he missed catching her and she properly fell on her butt. Ow, that hurt.

“That’s it, I’m done!” she laughed up at him as he circled around to her. He chuckled at her splayed, jean-clad legs, and her rosy face. He stretched out a hand and pulled her up easily. As she got back on her feet, he turned her and grabbed her tight around the waist. He lifted her up so that her booted feet dangled. Laughing hard, she held on tight while he skated them both back to the bench.

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Ji Hyuk

They held hands as he walked her back to her apartment, this time without gloves. Their fingers tangled together, in a way that felt familiar and new to him. At her door, she turned to him, tipping up on her toes to give him a gentle kiss.

All night he’d waited for this moment to fulfill the promise he’d made to her. He returned the kiss, but withdrew shortly after.

“Let’s go in.” He had to get her to a safe space to do what he wanted, no, needed to do.

The moment the door closed behind him, he tugged her back into his arms. Kissing, licking, biting, Ji Hyuk feasted on her mouth, gave himself what he'd been waiting for all week. He groaned and ran his hands restlessly up and down her fuzzy winter coat.

“May I take this off?”

Ji Won nodded, wordlessly.

Quickly, he slipped it off her shoulders to reveal the dark cowl-necked sweater she had worn to the rink. The sweater nipped in at her waist where she had tucked it into her jeans. He fingers went there first, tightening around her lower rib cage and marvelling at how lean her abs felt.

“You look like a tiny wisp, but you’re strong,” he whispered.

She nodded, but didn’t say anything. Instead she slid her hands up, up around his neck and pulled him down for more kisses. He let her lead, let her decide where this would go, despite the promise he made to explore her shoulders.

She nibbled at his lips, burying her fingers into his hair and panting breathily. Then she moved, kissing his cheeks and making her way to his ear.

“Pull the sweater down,” she gasped.

Down? Ji Hyuk thought for a bit. He leaned away and stared at her sweater and he thought of his plan. Oh. His knees buckled at the realization that Ji Won had thought this through. Had helped plan her own seduction and even made it easier for him.

“Ji Won-shi,” he rasped. He raised both hands to the cowl-neck of her sweater and tugged. In the dim light of the hall, he watched as the soft, stretchy knit gave way and revealed pale skin and a dark shirt on the inside. He tugged further and it slid off one shoulder to reveal a familiar pattern of two lines crossing her neck.

Ji Hyuk sucked in air and swore. It was that shirt. That one. The one he’d been fantasizing about.

“I saw you look,” she whispered.

“I did. I saw this shirt and it drove me nuts that Park Min Hwan saw you in it. I wanted you all to myself. I wanted to do this,” Ji Hyuk growled, and slipped his fingers around the two straps that had haunted his imagination. He snatched them aside and put his mouth on the revealed bare skin. Again and again he kissed her there. Pop, slide, pull, lick.

Ji Won trembled, whimpered and panted at the onslaught. First one side, then the other, Ji Hyuk worshipped her bared shoulders. He left hot trails of tiny pink love bites, not denying himself anything, yet carefully observing her signs of arousal. He was ready to stop at the slightest sign of distress, but she was all there, all in, gripping his arms and making tiny sounds in her throat. Still, he remembered the warning their last encounter had given him.

Slowly, he pulled back, dropping light kisses back up her neck. He ducked his head and let his eyes rove over her, assessing how she was doing. Her eyes remained closed. Her head was tilted back to give him access, and her lips glistened from their earlier kissing. She was so beautiful. Unbelievably passionate and all his. He knew had time and her pleasure was important to him. She was enjoying it, but she had physical and emotional limits that would take patience to heal. For today, this was enough. He wanted to end well.

He cupped her cheeks gently. “Shall we stop here for today?”

Her eyes opened, and she smiled.

Ji Hyuk felt like he’d won a medal, no, an entire championship. This was it, this. No fear, no shakes. Just undiluted joy at their lovemaking.

“Then… shall we make a plan for our next winter date?”

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Just A Number

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

This is what I have so far from the Bucky x Older reader story I've been working on.

Should I keep going?

Chapter 1

Y/N walked into the ballroom of Stark Tower holding hands with her sister, Dawn. She tried to keep her rubbernecking to a minimum but the decorations, the clothes and the celebrities! Too much going on.

She squeezed Dawns hand "Where is the bar in this place? I need a drink to take all this in. And where is Johnny?"

Dawn laughed softly and pointed "The bar is over there and I don't know where Johnny is." She rolled her eyes "Probably schmoozing with some politician or hitting on women while Olivia is too clueless to see it. I swear, she is too good for him."

Y/N nodded "That's not saying much, I know entitled Karen's that are still somehow too good for our dear brother."

They heard a familiar voice behind them "Would you stop saying I'm your brother Y/N? Foster families don't count. You're some orphan who tricked my dad into favoring you over his own son."

She laughed out loud "Oh dear brother Johnny, are you still mad that I wouldn't sleep with you when you were in high school? You would think you would be over that by now." and gave him a sweet smile "But thanks for getting us into this fancy shindig. Excuse me while I get something to drink."

She turned to her sister "Come on Sissy, Johnny is so dull."

Dawn nodded her head "That's for sure." They walked away holding hands and laughing at him.

Before they made it to the bar, Y/N stopped in her tracks and pulled Dawn back. "Ohmigawd. Lookit!! At the bar."

Dawn looked where she was pointing "Is that Sam Wilson? Shit! Does my hair look ok? My lipstick? Damn, look at him." She stared for a moment before flipping her hair, strutting to the bar and squeezing between Sam and some military stiff.

She ordered a drink and looked right at Sam "Hey handsome, you come here often?"

Sam almost choked on his drink at her forwardness "yes but I would have remembered you."

He gave her a big smile "How about I buy you a drink and we can talk about it?"

Dawn nodded and smiled at him before turning her head to look at Y/N "Text me if you need me" and winked.

Y/N chuckled at her sisters antics, she was never able to be so bold with men, and ordered a drink. She took her drink to one of the many tables scattered around and sat back to people watch. She saw the man that Dawn's new friend had been with, obviously the man formerly known as The Winter Soldier, trying to be subtle while checking her out. She hoped he spoke to her, she'd had a celebrity crush on him since high school and hadn't been laid in more months than she could count.

Bucky watched Sam walk away with one of the women who had been speaking to John Walker, and sat at the table next to the other one. He tried to be sly as he checked her out....a definite, what did Sam say? Right MILF. Not one of those desperate girls who tried to get his attention with too revealing outfits or too much make up but a woman. She wore a dress that didn't show much but was still sexy as fuck and she carried herself like someone who knew their worth without needing a partner to validate her. She was tall, taller than the woman she came in with. Probably 6ft or more with her heels. He thought about those long legs wrapped around his waist and felt the blood rushing south so tried to think of something else but her legs wrapped around his head flashed into his mind and he groaned softly.

She looked over at him "Are you alright? Don't tell me the food is bad."

Buckys face flushed and he chuckled "No, sorry. I was just thinking of something bad."

She turned towards him with a raised eyebrow and sultry grin. He couldn't help but stare as she crossed her legs and her dress rode up her thighs exposing more of her flesh.

"What kind of bad? The really bad kind or" she paused and looked him over, licking her lips "Or the good kind?"

Buckys breath hitched, why did he feel like a high school kid? She shifted slightly and the dress moved just enough for him to see the top of her stockings and the strap of her garter. He felt his heart stop, he had always loved the act of removing a woman's stockings, tracing down her leg, slow and sensual and-. Fuck, now he needed to adjust himself as he felt his pants tighten.

He flashed her a devilish grin and spoke softly "The kind that is so bad, it's really good."

He saw her gasp and heard her heart speed up. He knew he had to have her. So many of the women in this century were too damn easy and their idea of flirting was flashing him or shoving their tongue in his mouth. He had missed the chase, not that he didn't want her in his bed asap but he wanted to play with his meal first and the best meals played back.

"So why is a beautiful woman like you alone at a big party? You must have men and women lining up to be with you." He teased.

She giggled and he was entranced by the sound "No, there isn't anyone lining up for me. My brother is some kind of big deal with S.W.O.R.D. and my sister works at Stark. She didn't have a date so I'm her plus one."

"You sister the short blonde with Sam? She seemed friendly" he joked.

She laughed again and he wanted to know how to get her to make that sound all the time. "You're John Walker's sister, aren't you?"

She shook her head "Not if you ask him."

Bucky growled softly and she felt her panties moisten "I can't think of any circumstances that would make me ask him anything. His opinion isn't worth squat to me."

His nose flared, he could smell her, so sweet. He grinned realizing his growl turned her on.

"You have a husband or boyfriend?"

He saw a sad shadow pass over her face but it was gone so quickly he thought he might have imagined it. "Nope." She popped the p. "I'm as single as they come."

"I'm James" he offered his hand, she took it and they both felt it. He didn't want to let go of her hand, so soft and warm.

She gave him her name.

He flashed his best flirty smile "You wanna dance?"

She felt her face heat up and nodded shyly. He stood and pulled her up with him and out to the dance floor.

The song stopped and some 40s big band music came on.

She stopped at the edge of the dance floor "I don't know how to dance to this."

Bucky smirked "Don't worry doll, I've got you."

For the next 2 songs he led her thru some simple swing moves and she caught on pretty well between laughing at Bucky's stories.

A slow song came on and Bucky smiled before pulling her close. He whispered in her ear "You are so beautiful doll, you outshine every other woman here. And you smell so damn sweet. I could eat you right up" he growled when he realized that she liked hearing that and smiled at her shiver. He pulled back to look her in the eyes

"You wanna get out of here, sweetheart?"

Chapter 2

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