#also why are you biting your top lip sweetie

[monakanej]

Wylan gets advice from Kaz

Wylan: Why doesn’t Jesper find me sexy when I bite my lip?

Kaz: Why the fuck are you asking me?

Wylan: *is not scared of Kaz because he never has been* Because you know him best.

Kaz: ... *sighs* I know I’m going to regret asking this but fine. What do you look like when you bite your lip?

Wylan: *bites lip*

Kaz: ...Have you considered biting your bottom lip instead?

#oof #wylan why did you ask kaz this lmao #like i suppose it went well but it might not have #also why are you biting your top lip sweetie #surely you know that's not how it's done #six of crows incorrect quotes #wylan van eck #kaz brekker #wesper #soc incorrect quotes #grishaverse incorrect quotes #shadow and bone incorrect quotes #incorrect grisha quotes #incorrect soc quotes #incorrect six of crows #incorrect grishaverse #six of crows

[hoshigray]

idk if you’re taking in requests or thirsts but imagine giving toji a lap dance and even then he’s still the one who’s in charge and shiittt 😵‍💫

i want him so bad 😞

lol, why did I think of a stripper AU when I saw this? Also, this ask is like MONTHS old, I'm so sorry...also tysm for 4.9k guyssss, ur too kind

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x stripper fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - sensual movements; lap dances + bumping and grinding - kisses (f! receiving) - clitoral stimulation - breast fondling + nipple play - biting/nibbling- pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart, sweetie) - no penetration, but things get steamy - cameos: Mei Mei, Nanami and Ino. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k

You were Toji’s favorite stripper.

You, your coworkers, and all the clients who come to enjoy the show all know this as fact. 

It’s all fun and games that this is your job, and you must cater to all the other men and women who come to see you strut and work your stuff (or else your manager, Mei Mei, would have your head).

But this is something that should never be forgotten. When that raven-haired man with a scar on his lip walks into the premises, everyone has to act right: you’re off-limits because you are his girl. 

Tonight was one of those Friday nights; women gather around the bar top to gather their weekend drinks – and flirt with Kento Nanami, the part-time bartender. Men under the influence howl at the topless entertainers, allowing them to motorboat and stuff cash into their underwear. And Ino, the DJ, plays the tunes that set the mood and keep the place going. 

Toji walks past all of that — he’s not here for it. He strides up to the open area, where there are mini stages abided by booths, a pole for each that comes from the ceiling down. He comes to one of the stages, and a dancer stops midway through her routine to greet the man, ignoring the girls who whine from her mesmerizing dancing coming to a halt. “Toji~, it’s Friday already?” 

“Yup, good to see you, Roxy,” he flashes a quick smile at the named entertainer. “They here today?”

Roxy giggles. “Knew you were going to ask me that. They should be at that back one over there at the corner…Oh! There they are.” She points, and Toji follows her finger to the promised stage and booth at the corner. He grins and gives a curt nod to Roxy before going on his way. “Enjoy the show, Toji~”

At the club corner is a booth filled with tired businessmen who come to drink. But guessing from the grins on their faces, they’re too enamored by what’s in front of them to quench their first. On the pole, twirling around the metal bar, was you. Entertaining the men with the usual routine, a few tricks, and moves to wow the mix of young and old business clients. And they gasp and roar at you, splitting your legs during a high kick.

Unfortunately, though, this was the last of their fun with you. Because after you transition from the pole, taking a client’s hand to have them aid you down the stage, something – or someone – catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You turn and smile, “Hey there, big guy.”

“Hey,” he greets you with a smirk. The guys around the booth watch, most with expressions as if their hearts dropped. Minus one, a young man who felt he should question the man standing next to him. 

“Uhh, excuse me,” he says to the dark-haired, burly man. The other colleagues looked at him as if he lost his mind. “We got this table first, so go over somewhere with the other strippers and—“ 

He could not finish that sentence. Because Toji pulled the kid off his seat with one hand, the poor bastard squeaked at the sudden action. Piercing green eyes bore into his skull, his blood shifting to icy cold. “How ‘bout I have you go somewhere? Either in the trash or six feet under, whichever floats y’r boat.” 

The scared look on the poor kid’s face didn’t change Toji’s attitude. Not even the other guys who were pleading to him to let their friend go, that he didn’t know what he was doing. He did not come here to start something, not tonight. 

And for that, you were the only one who could calmly intervene, dissuading the situation by placing a hand on Toji’s shoulder. “It’s all right, Toji. I was giving these guys a little show before you came in. Now, please let him go, okay? I don’t think Mei Mei would want to deal with another broken arm situation.”

It was the safest option that you spoke to him, his little favorite. So, with a gruff scoff, Toji lets the guy go for him to land on the floor roughly. “You heard ‘em, fellas. Outta my spot.” The entrepreneurs get up and scram with no hesitation, grumbling at the younger colleague for causing such strife in the first place as they walk away somewhere, leaving you and Toji. 

He watches them leave, turning to you when they’re at a respectable distance. Here is when he properly gets a good look at you. God, he could never get enough of you. You were wearing a black laced, caged mesh bra that covered your breasts, matching with lacy bottoms that shaped your hips beautifully. The bra was covered in rhinestones that shined with the club lights, which partnered with the side of your bottoms. And to complete the look, over-the-knee heeled boots that sparkled. A new favorite, Toji thinks.

“Well, now that you’re done terrorizing my guests,” you giggle and gesture to the booth seat. “Ready for me to spoil you?��

“Heh, think that’s the other way ‘round, sweetheart.” Toji chuckles as he takes off his coat and sits down. He notes you staring at his bulky arms for a quick second. You were fast, but not fast enough for him to catch you. “I’m sure y’re ready to drain my wallet.”

You walk between him and the stage behind you, bewitching him with the twinge of your lips as you bring your face closer. “Would that be a bad thing?”

Toji’s hand goes to your cheek, “A pretty lil’ angel like you? I’d let you rob every cent of me.”

The jest does its job of making you laugh before you withdraw your face from his hold. “You know the rules.” 

The older man rolls his eyes but obliges, putting his hands behind his head and shifting comfortably. “I know, I know. No touchy.”

“No touchy.” You repeat, knowing he’s on the same page while you warm yourself up. 

You start with the usual — he likes it. You turn and spread your legs, bending down slowly before him so he can get a perfect view of your ass and underwear. And you take your time getting up, using your hands to entice him by grazing them around your asscheeks. Next, you face him, eyes locked with his emerald ones. Taking one foot after the other, you bend again and place your hands on his thighs, rubbing them while maintaining eye contact. “How was work? Tough as usual?” 

Now, while you have rules of your own, he also has things he can’t share — like the fact that his primary source of income comes from killing people. It’s why he’s always sure to clean himself up before coming here, spending his hard-earned cash to see you. But he humors you with tiny hints, “Mmm, as usual. Broken nose here, blood on knuckles there.” 

You straighten up, placing a heeled foot on his right thigh. “My my, not that you got hurt, right?” 

“Not a single scratch.”

You lift a brow before bringing your leg down to swiftly sit on his lap, snaking your hands up from his abdomen and chest to his strong shoulders. “You’re quite the dangerous one.”

“Sure,” He chortles smugly, “but y’re one to talk.”

You play along, forming a small “o” with your lips to display faux surprise. All the while bouncing on his lap. “Me? Dangerous?” 

“Oh yeah, sweetie.” His eyes never leave your face, even when you sway to the side to measure his attention. “Y’re quite the little minx yourself.” 

Your eyes narrow, inching your face closer, your noses practically touching. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Slow grinds to his groin, it makes him swallow. You close your eyes, lips drawing in with a whisper. “Is it?”

Toji closes his eyes as well, falling for your sensual spell. “Not at all…” But nothing comes of it, only a string of giggles as you remove your face from his, poking the tip of his nose with your finger to signal with awake before fully withdrawing your figure from him. He grins, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ tease.”

“I don’t see you complaining, sir.” You throw the title at him with a playful smirk, batting an eye before turning around with your back facing him. You gently sit on his lap and transition your services to that of a lap dance. 

With an arched back, you roll your hips and ride on his lap, your butt rubbing on his jean-clad thighs to create heated friction. And Toji’s eyes examine your figure, from the highlighted skin of your back to the sway of your hips. The view of your butt rubbing on him gets him going, trying to fight the urge to just fuck the rules and grab your ass to grind on himself. Every rasp to his groin tests him to breathe steadily. 

But then, you just had to look at him over your shoulder with that cute, complacent leer. “How ya feelin’ there, big guy? Dangerous enough for you yet?”

Yup, fuck it. Rules be damned, Toji grabs for your ass and brings it down flat on his groin. The action takes you aback – unconditionally out of the accustomed routine. Before you can question him, Toji’s scarred lips are already at your ear. “You tell me, princess. Teasin’ me like that is just askin’ for it.”

You hold back a whimper when he comes to your neck, biting your lips when his lips meet your skin. “Mmmm…whatever happened to no touchy? You could get into trouble—“

“Aww, are ya worrying f’r me?” He snickers to your ear again, listening to you gasp at the buck of his hips to your ass. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, just keep dancin’ f’r me, ‘kay? I’ll take care of you…”

Toji bites the helix of your ear, rolling his hips to hump you. With a shaky moan, you grind on him to match his cadence. You’re nervous; this is against the policy: guests are not supposed to touch the entertainers. And yet, now, with Toji’s firm hands holding onto you and him whispering to your ear, it somehow feels different — a lot more hedonistic. 

You decide to play along, throwing your head back to his shoulder to rest, which gives him more access to kiss your exposed skin. His lips peck down your neck, and quivering wails seep from your lips when he mischievously nibbles on it. Too distracted to detect a hand snake down to your covered chasm. 

Now would be the right time to say things are going too far. You bring a hand on top of his, a silent warning for him. But he chooses to ignore it, creeping the other hand under the hem of your top. “Relax, baby. Just focus on danicin’, yeah?” 

This was so different, having a guest take the rails — no, having Toji take control of you. And you don’t dislike it; far from it, actually. If anything, it’s oddly exciting — letting the older man please you as you service him. It’s new and dangerous, especially in your workplace. But, oh my God, you don’t want it to stop.

You wrap your arms around his neck while he puts his back to the booth, using this to change into a different move. With your torso lifted and using your legs to maintain balance, you move your abdomen up and down. While you’re ghosting his groin with wave-like motions, Toji uses his fingers to play with your body. His left middle and forefinger rubs on your cover folds, roughly pressing down on where your clitoris is. A choked sob leaves puffy lips, even when his right hand is in your bra to grope your breast, his thumb swiping on your nipple to harden. 

“Mmmph! Ahhaaa, Toji…”

“Yeah, just like that,” he reassures you. Another tweak to your nipple has you bite your lips with a hum. “Just like that—“

“Am I interrupting something?” 

It took you mere milliseconds to recognize the new voice that enters your space, abruptly interrupting your session with purpose. You’re off of Toji just like that, hurriedly fixing yourself in the presence of your manager. “H–Hello, Mei Mei.”

“Hello there, Y/n.” She says it sweetly, but her words carry a stern connotation. The pale-blue-haired woman has her hair up in a braided ponytail while wearing a simple black split-thigh cami dress with mesh sleeves, and her gold earrings and red lipstick contrast with her pale skin. “Ah, I expected to see you here, too, Mr. Fushiguro.”

Toji greets the women, standing up at his own pace. “It is a Friday, Lady Mei.”

She smiled at the use of her business name; it was appropriate for what she was about to say. “Indeed it is. I decided to come down to check on the place and see how the life of the party was going. And all my guests seemed to be having quite a good time…Minus this one guy, who told me about the ‘scary fucker with a scar on his lip’ who lifted him like a doll and scared him and his buddies to a different table.” 

Toji rubs the back of his neck, chortling with a smug grin. “Hmm, the guy must be some dick.”

“Must be...Now listen, Fushiguro, I know how much of a valuable customer you are, throwing good money at my girls — my girl.” Mei Mei walks to you and places her cold hands on your shoulders. “I’d find it hard to have you not come here anymore for not keeping your hands to yourself. On my customers and my entertainers.”

“That I understand, my Lady,” he sighs at your manager’s lecture and crosses his arms. “But you know how I roll. I just come here to see your girls—“ He stops to shift his gaze on you. “Your sweet girl.”

“And I see you care about them quite a lot, your hand up their bra and your lips on their skin.” 

He shrugs it off. “I’m guilty.”

Mei Mei walks up to the older guest, her light violet eyes locked with his dark jade orbs. “Fushiguro, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid my rules apply to everybody. No touching the dancers. This is a strip club, not a brothel.” 

“Yes, Mei,” He grasps every word thrown at him, his eyes not leaving her feline ones. “It’s just a shame that I’m willin’ to pay whatever to have Y/n privately for one night in those lil’ VIP rooms upstairs.” 

A silver brow is quirked. “Are you trying to throw more money at my face to change the rules for your own convenience?”

“I’m trying to talk business, from one loyal customer to a good businesswoman.” He says nonchalantly, pointing to you with his chin. “That is if they’re up for it.” Now, why did he have to single you out like that? Because your manager turns to you with a patient look, gauging where you stand in this situation. 

It’s a tricky thing to answer: do you want to have sex with your guest that made you feel good minutes ago? This job is supposed to be an easy one, coming here to dance and swing your ass off til the morning sun for good money. Now, on the one night when things get a little too heated – with your favorite customer, mind you – you’re in a conflict. And you have to thank God you didn’t kiss him on the lips! 

However, it’s not like you don’t trust Toji; it’s the opposite. Sure, he can be a cocky bastard; there’s been instances where he’s touched you, but never like tonight. And yet, you didn’t find any danger in it. You were relaxed atop of him, leaning more into his touches. So, the thought that more could come from it is new. Chilling, but thrilling.

Your manager can see the inner turmoil through your face, so she answers in your stead, “Give it some thought for tomorrow, Y/n. And you,” Mei Mei turns back to the man guilty of this predicament. “Learn to behave yourself ’til then.” 

“I will, Lady Mei,” Toji sneers, grabbing for his coat to put on and taking a few bands to give to you. “And I’ll be seein’ you tomorrow, baby.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – divideres from @/cafekitsune.

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[sanspuppet]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 (hyung line)

W/T: explicit content (18+)

- short scenario for each member

- not proofread so sorry any mistakes

A/O: here's some hard thoughts of my fav men, maknae line will be uploaded soon! sorry if the hwa one isn't as long as the others, dragged away a little too much by the yeosang one 🤭

read here the maknae line

✩ 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

He's never tried to make you uncomfortable by mentioning sexual stuff, he wanted you to do the first move so he'd be sure you want it. Can't deny that it was pretty difficult to hold your horses when your boyfriend is a fucking hot guy, his smirk always has a specific effect on you, you also touched yourself a couple times thinking of him, when he was at work. You were quite shy to propose it, but this morning, seeing his boner standing under the blanket got you over the edge, you surely want him and you gotta take what you crave for. You sit on his lap with him still asleep, how can he be so damn gorgeous without even trying? he's fucking sleeping and he still seems a work of art. You start to dry hump yourself against his crotch, your lower lip between your teeth trying to hold back your whimpers. He slightly opens his eyes at the sudden friction, he stretched his arms yawning lazily: "Y/n..." once he realizes what you were actually doing his eyes open wide, his heartbeat accelerating at the sight of you grinding over his hips. "Joong... wanna take you right now, pretty please" you lean over him to leave a small kiss on his lips, your hands caressing his neck. You smile when he giggles, his hands dragging down your body, while kissing you back. "Happy to have you getting rid of my erection, love"

✩ 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

Your relationship with Seonghwa was intimate, private times with him never missed, and he also had seen you barely naked a few times, but still you had nothing more than cuddles sessions. You arrive at home at late night, after a date with your boyfriend. You're about to head towards the bathroom to took your makeup off and brush your teeth, when he comes from behind holding your hips still. He approaches your ear, his sweet low voice whispering: "We're not done yet, sweetie" you turn yourself and face him with a smirk: "Oh, what did we miss?" he gets closer to you, noses a couple of inches far. "gotta ruin your lipstick first" you take his hand and drag it down your body, going slower when on your chest and stopping when they are between you thighs, his hand is shaking, you can feel his heartbeat accelerating while squeezing his wrist: "What about ruining something else?" he murmurs a small "fuck" before kissing you on your collarbone, biting your skin slightly. "Can’t wait to be inside you, baby"

✩ 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

He could seem a tall cute baby boy, but in reality he perfectly knows he's a fucking horny man. who goes crazy everytime you wear short skirts and accidentally reveal him the under cheeks of your ass, he immediately develops the need of pin you at the wall and finally feel how good your pussy can take him, despite you looked too innocent to be able to do it. (You looked). You walk towards the living room, wearing only your underwear and one of his sweaters. you lay on the couch on your stomach and start watching tv, after some minutes, you hear your boyfriend walking in and suddenly stop. You shake your head, chuckling: "Stop staring at my ass, man" You hear him gasping from behind, he clears his throat coughing: "uhm... i wasn't..." you turn yourself, laying on your back, staring at him while a smirk took its was into your face: "why don't you just take your girlfriend and mark her?" he doesn't say anything, his body's blocked. "i noticed how you keep staring at me with those pretty eyes" you keep saying. he quickly reaches you, his body on top of yours, his hands wrapping around your waist: "i want you so fucking bad baby" you shake your index finger to him: "you should ask for it first" you tease him. "please let me fuck your pretty ass"

✩ 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Yeosang has never showed you that side of him, which it quite surprised you, being a grown man just like others. You even thought that he wasn't physically attracted by you, what a silly, he is just a shy guy and he isn't certainly as innocent as you thought. You're walking through the hallway of your apartment, but suddenly stop when you hear weird noises coming through the bathroom. You bring your ear closer to the door, what you can hear now is something that seem apparently a squelching sound. Your breath stops as you figure out what is happening in there, you're about to ask at Yeosang if he's okay, but you can clearly hear is voice now booming inside the room: "Fuck- o-oh God, mmpphh fuck! wanna feel that tight pussy..." you wide your eyes, your mouth hangs open from hearing how hot his moans sound. "Ah... y/n.. f-fuck oh fuck! So close! Working this dick so well... shit!" you can tell that he's speeding up his pace by hearing clearly every single nasty sound he makes while stroking his cock. You can't contain yourself anymore: you shut the door open, finding your boyfriend sitting on the toilet while jerking off. He gasps, his heavy breath making his chest widen intensely, he looks at you with a mist of shame, fear and neediness to finish what he started. "What the fuck Yeo? I'm right here, why didn't you fuck me instead??" without even waiting for him to say anything you undress yourself and sit on his lap, taking his length at once inside you. He moans loudly your name, barely looking at you because already too fucked out. "Gonna let you know how good my pussy feel"

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[samandcolby-ownme]

Summary: Anon request - "Begging for Colby enemies to lovers"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, drugs and alcohol consumption, threats being made, kind of a dark aesthetic, reader has a 'bratty' attitude, mentions of weapons such as knives and guns, mentions of parent death, semi forced actions, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), hair pulling, biting, scratching, filth

Word count: 11.8k | not edited

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"You've got to be kidding me." You mumble into your slim champagne glass before taking a sip. Your friend, Leslie, looks up at you, "Who?" She glances back and scoffs, turning back to face you, "Of course he's here."

Your eyes stay on him, tracking him as he walks up to the bar, nodding as the bartender gets his usual.

"He has no business being here." You shake your head and Leslie nods, "Mhm. He'll get what's coming to him. Don't worry."

You look back up, tensing up slightly as you no longer have eyes on him.

"Ladies."

Your eyes lock on your Leslie's, "I knew this place was going downhill." She glances over at the man standing at the table, looking between the two of you, "Why do you say that, y/n?" She swirls her wine in her glass and you lean back, glancing over at him, "They're just letting anyone in here now, aren't they?"

"Yeah?" He questions as he sits down next to you, "I see they let anyone who has a bratty attitude in, too."

You roll your eyes, laughing once before finishing your drink, "Last I checked, this is my father's casino. What do you want. Are you here to accuse him again?" You look over at him and he shrugs, extending his arm on the top of the booth behind you, "Nah, I cleared that up." He sips his drink with a shrug, "Just wanted to talk."

"About what?" You stare at him and he chuckles, "Maybe we should have this conversation else where."

You shake your head, resting your elbows on the table, "Here's fine."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "You know.." he looks over at you, "I really wasn't giving you a choice, darling."

You turn to him, leaning in, "See, the gun that's strapped to my thigh tells me different."

He licks his lips, a smirk growing over them as he turns to look at you, "Are you threatening me?" His tone lowers to match yours and you tilt your head, "Not unless we have a problem."

You lean back, grabbing the fresh glass of champagne that was delivered to your table, "Do we have a problem Mr. Brock?"

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and shakes his head, "Nope. No problem."

"Good. So then this can wait until tomorrow when I'm not trying to enjoy my night with a very dear friend." You lift your finger off your glass, pointing to Leslie.

He looks over at her and back to you, "Mm. Alright." He stands up, turning to face you, "You're going to wish you spoke with me tonight."

"I think I'll manage." You give him a forced smile and watch as he walks back up to the bar.

"What was that all about?" Leslie leans in and your eyes stay on him, "I don't know." You shake your head, taking a deep breath as you move your focus from him to her, "I don't know."

·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Colby Brock.

That name left a bitter taste on your tongue and an even bitter hatred in the pits of your heart.

You hated him.

You hated the way he speaks, the way he walks, the way he talks, everything about him just gets under your skin and you can't stand it.

He has always rubbed you the wrong way and he knows it too, which is what makes it so much worse. He uses it against you, feeding his massive ego with the anger that radiates off of you when you see him.

It also doesn't help that he disrespected your father infront of his colleagues. Making your father out to be a complete fool.

If someone disrespects him. They disrespect you, too, and that's something you don't take lightly.

"Y/n. Sweetie." Your father voice echos in the large open stairwell, "Can you come see me for a moment?"

"Coming!" You yell back, marking the page of your open book with your bookmark, smoothing out your shirt as you stand up and make your way out the door.

You smile slightly at your father's body guard as you come down the steps and he nods, "Hello, y/n." You look over to your father and he motions towards his office, "I seen you were at the casino last night."

He sits down in the big chair behind his desk and you sit down in front of it, "I was, yes."

"How was it?" He leans back, interlocking his fingers as they lay over his stomach. You nod, "It was alright. Just had a few glasses of wine with Leslie."

You look at him, a slight confusion resting on your face.

"Did you speak with Mr. Brock?" Your father's words make your jaw clench, "Nope." 

"And why not?" He looks at you and you shrug, "Because I hate him."

Your father chuckles and shakes his head, "Sweetie." Your father sighs, "You have to let some grudges go."

"Well, this isn't one of them." Your eyes move to his and he nods, "I understand why you're frustrated with him, but he came back the next day and completely bought my forgiveness."

You nod, "And I understand that that is how it works for you, but I don't exactly see him on his knees begging for mine."

Your father chuckles, "My dear, are your father's daughter."

"What is it that you need exactly, dad?" You cross your arms, hoping he just gets to the point of why you were pulled away from your reading.

"I need you to do something for me." He folds his hands together and leans back, "I'll be honest, it's something you aren't going to like, but I just need you to remind yourself that it's for me. For us."

"If it has anything to do with Colby.. no. Hard, no." You shake your head and your father sighs, "I need his help and he needs mine." He stares at you, waiting for you to response but you don't, so he breaks the silence, "..and as you know, I am one of the most successful business owners in Vegas."

You loved your father, but you hated when he used his work against you, and he wasn't talking about the casino work.

He was talking about what happens underground, because if he goes down, you're going down too.

"Yeah.. I know." You mumble and look down.

"Now. Have you changed your mind? Will you hear me out?" He watches as you look around the room, nodding with a sigh, "Yeah, yeah I guess."

"Great. I need you to accompany Colby to a special.. party."

You fight hard for control your face from expressing how much you hated that words that came from his lips, "A party? Why?"

"This party is Colby's thing and he's requested you as his date." Your father pulls out a folder and opens it, "But, it just so happens that the people who are hosting it, have something I want. Something I need." He holds up a picture of a small golden box, "I need this."

You snicker at his hypocritical words.

"What's that about?" He asks and you shake your head, "Just think it's kind of funny that you told me to let my grudge against Colby go, but yet.." you motion out in front of you, "..here you are."

Your father sighs, taking a moment before he looks up, "This is different, y/n. Not some grudge, Colby didn't steal anything from you, and like I said.. he requested you as his date, and he's helping me so it's the least I could do in return."

You laugh slightly, "Even after I threatened him with a gun last night?"

Your father's eyes go wide, "Y-you what?" He stares at you, glancing to Rio before laughing, "Fucking Christ, y/n."

"I didn't know what he wanted and I sure as hell wasn't going anywhere alone with him. I don't trust him." You cross your leg over the other and your father closes the folder, "He wanted to ask you himself, try and get you to trust him. But I see that didn't work so I'll have a dress delivered for you tomorrow morning."

He slips the folder back in the drawer and lays his hand down, "You're going and that's final."

Rio steps up beside you, "C'mon."

You look up at him, rolling your eyes, "you're not even going to give me a choice?" You look at your father and he shrugs, "Well, sweetie. I was, until you started with that bratty attitude of yours."

You scoff, standing up, "I'm on a roll. First Colby, now you?" You look at Rio, "Do you want to make it a third?"

"Y/n. Just go. Please. Don't make this any harder." Rio nods towards the door and you walk out, shutting the door before Rio can and you pull out your phone, immediately calling Leslie.

"Hey, find out what douche bag wanted last night?" She answers and you laugh, "I sure did." You slowly walk up the steps, "Basically, I have to be his date for some bullshit job that he's doing for my dad."

"Can't he do it himself?" She asks, "That's so stupid."

"Yeah, you're telling me. Oh, and apparently I'm bratty. Who knew." You laugh and walk into your room, closing the door, "Apparently these people throwing this party have something my dad wants -

Or needs." You sigh, "I don't know."

"Why do you have to go, though?" She asks and you shrug to yourself, "Because Colby is helping my dad get this back and it's the least he can do for him because Colby requested me or whatever.." You plop down on your bed, "Who knows. My bratty attitude cut it short."

She laughs, "Yeah.. you're really on a roll."

"That's what I said!" You pull your phone away, "Hang on, I'm getting another call." You hit the green circle, "Hello?"

"Just thought I'd like to say thank you for agreeing to be my date tomorrow night."

You know the voice, it was like nails on a chalkboard to you, "Bye." You pull the phone away and you can hear him yelling, "Wait, wait, wait!"

"You got three seconds to tell me why you called me." You chew on your lip, bouncing your leg as anger rolls through your body.

"I just wanted to tell you myself, that I'm happy you actually accepted my invitation."

"Fuck you."

"Whoa, hey. Easy there, sweetheart. I'm just trying to be nice." Colby chuckles and you roll your eyes, "Take it to someone who actually cares."

"Come on, y/n. You can't hate me forever."

"Watch me." You hang up, going back to your call with Leslie, "So that was Colby."

"Huh!? What happened?" She asks surprised and you sigh, "To tell me all about how he's excited to spend time with me and how he's thankful I agreed to go on this date, blah, blah. Fucking blah."

A sudden twinge of integument twist in your gut and you sit up, "I kinda wanna go." You admit and she laughs at your words, "Did you just hear yourself?"

You laugh, "No I mean so I can get this box before Colby does. Prove to my dad that he doesn't need Colby.."

Hopefully she buys that. You actually were kind of excited to go, until it hit you that you're going with Colby again, "Fuck, I don't want to go at all."

"Then don't."

You laugh at Leslie's words, "If that was even possible, I would, but I don't think I have a choice. You know my father."

"Yeah." Leslie sighs, "I do."

"He's having dresses brought over in the morning. I have to pick one and if I know my dad, they won't be anywhere near my style." You stare up at the ceiling, mind spinning about the possibilities of tomorrow night.

"I'm sure they won't be that bad. Let me know which one you pick. I'm sure it'll be alright." Leslie yawns, "I'm heading to bed."

"Alright. Love ya."

"Love you!"

·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Y/N." Your father calls, waking you up, "I need you down here!"

You let out a groan, "Coming!" You kick the blankets off of you, sitting up as you rub your eyes.

"Good morning, sunshine."

Your hands snap away from your face, glaring at the figure sitting in the chair by the window. You blink a few times, "Jesus Christ. If you're planning to kill me just fucking do it already."

"Far from that, sweetheart." Colby says moving forward to sit on the edge of the chair. You roll your eyes, "Don't call me that."

"Why not, darling?"

"Or that, fuck." You huff, "Get out. Why are you here?"

"Oh now you want to know why I'm here.." he stands up, "After you just told me to, what? Get out?" He walks over to you, standing a few inches away.

You lick your lips, rolling your eyes slightly as you sigh, "I don't need to see you anymore than I already don't want to."

Colby chuckles, reaching out to drag a hand up your bicep, "I think you want to see me."

You yank your arm away, "And why exactly would I want to see someone who humiliated not only my father but me as well?"

"I didn't humiliate you."

"Sure you didn't. You disrespect my father, you disrespect me, now get out before I call Rio in here to kick your ass."

Colby chuckles, "Please. I think your father would be quite pleased that I'm in here with you."

"I beg to differ." You turn, grabbing a sweatshirt to throw over your tank top clad body, "Don't make this anymore painful than it already is."

"Who said it was painful? I'm actually very excited about tonight." Colby crosses his arms, smiling as he watches you put your hair into a bun, "I can't wait to see which dress you choose."

"Of course you already seen them." You roll your eyes and he scoffs, "Please, you act like I'd let him pick out something ugly for you to wear."

"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. Thanks." You scoff and turn, stopping before you open the door, "You better be gone by the time I come back."

"Trust me. I will. I don't want to spoil the surprise of which dress you bring up. Saving the excitement for later." He winks and you make a face, shaking your head as you make your way down the steps.

"Ah, morning sweetheart." Your father opens his arms, motioning at the four dressed that are on a mobile clothing rack, "Take your pick, my darling daughter."

You smirk slightly, shaking your head as you look over the fact that he's trying to suck up from last night, for his own good.

Your eyes move over the dresses, "This one is too fluffy." You point to the pale pink one, "I don't like all the ruffles on that one." You look away from the dark green one to a light blue one, "I don't like this one either. It's not long enough, nor short enough."

"Do you have to be so picky, my dear?" Your father sighs lowly and you shrug, "Sorry. I just.." your eyes move to the black gown that's hiding behind the blue one, "Wait.."

You take the gown off the rack, looking over the soft black fabric, "Can I try this one on?" Your father nods, "Of course you can."

You nod, walking back up to your room. You bite your lip, slowly opening the door to make sure Colby is actually gone.

By the time your door is fully open and Colby is in no line of sight, you hear the door open and your father greets Colby, "There he is! Come in, Mr. Brock."

You move into your room, shutting the door and making sure to lock it. You lay the dress down on the bed, slipping off your pajamas before pulling the dress up your legs and slipping your arms through the thin straps.

You walk over to the mirror, admiring the black spaghetti strap dress, "Oh." You bite your lip as you shift your weight, watching as your leg is revealed through one high slit going up the side, "Shit."

You couldn't lie, this dress made you feel beautiful, powerful, too.

"Y/n." Your father knocks on the door, "Hows it fit?"

You walk over, opening the door and stepping back, "it's alright." You look down and your father gasps, "You look beautiful, sweetheart."

You smile, still slightly hating him for making you go to this bullshit party, "Thanks, dad." You lay your hand on the door, "Why is Colby here?"

He chuckles, "Oh yeah, we're just going over some stuff about the party tonight. Filling him in on where the object of my needs may be hiding."

"Shouldn't I be filled in, too? Considering I'm also going." You shrug and your father nods, "You know what. You're right. Come down to my office when you've changed."

You watch him turn and walk away and you shut your door, changing quickly before going back down stairs.

You knock on the office door and Rio opens it, "Good morning, y/n."

"Morning, Rio." You move into the room and clench your jaw when you see the back of Colby's head. He turns, "Good morning."

You roll your eyes, not giving him another word.

"Sweetheart, Colby said good morning." Your father stares you down as you walk over to the chair next to Colby, "I heard him."

"Stubborn one she is." Your father looks at Colby and he shakes his head as he holds his hand up, "Don't worry about it Mr. y/l/n."

"Okay. So where were we?" Your father looks down at the folder, "Right, right." He sighs and looks up, "I'm going to have to say that it's in one of these back rooms here. Y/n." Your father looks at you and you look at him, "Yes?"

"You still know how to pick locks right?"

You feel Colby look at you with such surprise, "You can pick locks?"

You nod, "Yes. Ever since you taught me." You motion to your dad and he smirks, "That's my girl. You're probably going to need to pick at least three of them."

You nod, "Okay." You tilt your head, "Won't these people know who I am? Being your daughter and all?"

Your father shakes his head, "They shouldn't. These people are very underground. None of them have that social media stuff like you do."

You laugh slight, "alright."

"So you'll get there, mingle around. Colby will know a lot of people there." Your father motions to him and he nods, "That's right."

You roll your eyes, "Surprised you haven't wronged them yet, either."

"Y/n." Your father's tone is stern, "Can you just.. please. Keep your side comments to your damn self."

"Yes, father." You cross your leg over the other, interlocking your fingers to lay over your knee, "I'm all ears. My lips are sealed."

He rolls his eyes, looking back to Colby, "So we've pretty much gone over all of it already, so you'll just need to go in there with confidence and I promise I'll have your reward when that golden trophy of a box is sitting on my desk."

"I won't let you down, sir." Colby nods and you're fighting the urge, hard, not to mock him.

"Y/n. Do you have any questions?" Your father looks at you and as you open your mouth to speak, he cuts you off, "Yes. You still have to go."

"Then no." You huff quietly and your father nods, "alright, so it's set then. Mr. Brock will be back here around six tonight to pick you up, so be ready by then."

You nod and motion to the door, "Can I go now?" He nods, "Yeah, you're free to go."

·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You sat at your vanity, staring at your freshly makeup painted face as you dreadfully await the arrival of Colby.

You bend down, buckling the ankle strap of your gold strappy heels before standing up and walking over to the mirror to give yourself one last look.

You turn your head as you hear the faint sound of your father greeting Colby.

"Fuck." You take a deep breathe, "You have no choice." You tell yourself, "You have no choice. You have to go." You grab your purse, checking to see if you have everything.

Lipstick, check.

Phone, check.

Compact mirror, check.

Lock picking set, check.

Gun, just in case, check.

You brush your hair off your shoulder, letting out a long sigh, "Okay." You walk over to the door, slowly opening it and closing it behind you once you step out.

You make your way down, heels clacking with each step.

That draws the attention Colby and your father have on each other, to you. Colby's mouth parts slightly, "That's a beautiful dress, sir."

Your father nods, "That's the only one she didn't have anything negative to say about."

Colby chuckles, eyes on you as you walk over to them, "You look amazing."

"I know." You smile as you look at your father, "I guess we'll be back." He nods, "I'll be waiting." He leans in to peck your cheek, "Be nice."

"Yeah Colby." You snicker and your father tilts his head, "I was talking to you."

"Yeah, yeah." You bat the air as you walk away, going towards the door. As you reach for the knob, Colby's hand cuts you off, "Allow me."

"Mm." You roll your eyes, walking out and down the steps to the blacked out Audi that's sits at the bottom of the steps, "This is yours?" You point and look over at Colby.

He smirks, "You act like you're surprised or something." He walks over, opening the passenger door, "After you."

You fight back a smirk as you slide your body into the vehicle, moving your dress before he closes the door. You look around at the black and red interior as he walks around to get into the drivers seat, "All set?"

You nod, "Don't have a choice."

The whole ride was silent. You didn't bother to make small talk because you really didn't want to hear what Colby had to say.

"Alright, darling. I think we're here."

You look up, seeing a very lit up venue. It was super luxurious, but it's definitely a place you and Leslie would be seen at so you're not surprised.

"This place is huge." You mumble as your eyes scan over the brightly lit windows, "Jesus."

"Yeah, Oliver and his wife, Eloise go all out for these things." Colby gets in line for the valet and sighs, "They're good people, or were good people."

His voice trails off and you look over at him, mainly asking because you're nosey, "What happened?"

He chuckles, "They just.. think they own everything, I guess."

You felt like there was something he wasn't telling you, but at the same time, you just cared about getting in and getting out as fast as possible.

"Yeah, I know people like that." You look out the window, getting ready to get out. Colby chuckles, "Was that a shot at me? I feel like that was a shot at me."

You snort, "If the shoe fits, Colby."

He shakes his head, smirking as he pulls up and puts the car in park. He gets out and you watch as he walks around to open your door, "Come on." He holds his hand out and you hesitate at first, but you take it, letting go as soon as you're out of the car.

"Last name sir?" The valet attendant asks pulling out a little card.

"Brock. First name Colby."

The valet attendant nods, "Good to see you, Mr. Brock. Enjoy tonight."

Colby's arm snakes around your waist, "Plan on it." He winks at the guy and walks you up the wide red carpet.

"I hope you don't plan on it with me." You mumble with a laugh and Colby sighs, "you never know, y/n. Feelings might change by the end of the night. " He smiles down at you before walking you through the doors.

"Highly doubt that." You mumble as you walk with him. Your eyes scan across the room, watching as the rich mingle with the other rich.

Colby leans down, pulling you from your gaze, "Need a drink?" You nod, "Yeah. Please." He walks you over to the long bar on the side, sitting down on the bar stool as he waits for the bartender to come up.

"Brock. Where the hell ya been buddy?" The blonde bartender says leaning in to Colby, "We miss ya around here."

Colby chuckles, pulling you closer to him, "oh ya know." He nods towards you and the bartender's eyebrows raise as his eyes scan over you.

"Been keepin' her hidden from guys like you." Colby jokes and the bartender laughs, "I can see why." He whistles, "She's gorgeous."

You laugh slightly, "Thanks." You glance down at Colby's hand resting on your hip, fighting the urge to bat it away. Mainly because the more of a fight you put up, the longer you'll be here.

"What can I get ya to drink?"

"I'll just take a chardonnay, please." You look over your shoulder at a group of people who's growing louder.

"That's the hosts." Colby confirms and he looks back, "I'll just do a whiskey. Neat, please."

"Chardonnay and whiskey. Coming right up." The bartender nods as he grabs two different glasses before walking away.

"You know him or something?" You mumble as your eyes scan over his half buttoned button up. He nods, "Yeah, his name is Sam. We grew up together but we ended up on two different paths, so the only time we see each other is when I come to these things." He sighs, "I came to a lot of them, then I stopped for a while and now we're here."

You look up at him, nodding, "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Wasn't really a sob story."

You scoff, "that. That right there." You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you look away. Colby chuckles, "What are you talking about?"

"You're just an asshole."

"I'm the asshole?" Colby laughs and you raise your brows, "Are you saying that I'm the asshole?"

He shakes his head, "No I would ne-"

He's cut off by Sam bringing your glasses, "Whiskey for the gentleman." He sets Colby's glass down and looks over at you with a smile, "Chardonnay for the lady."

"Thank you." You smile, taking a sip of it, "That's very good." Sam nods, "Oh yes. Best seller here at the old Montgomery House."

"They treating you right?" Colby asks and Sam's face goes soft, "Yeah. For the most part." Colby leans in, "Say the word and I-"

"Colby. It's fine. I'm good."

Their exchange makes you feel like there's more to the Montgomery's that everyone been leading on.

You watch Sam's facial expression, he remains calm and cool and Colby looks like he's getting mad, "I'm serious Sam."

"I'm serious, Colby. I'm good." Sam's eyes move over to people walking up behind you and he nods, "Enjoy your evening."

Colby look away and smiles, "Oliver. How's it going?" Colby spins you around subtly and places you between his legs, "Go with it." He whispers before a very fancy dressed couple walks up, "Mr. Brock. How are you this evening?"

Colby nods, sipping his whiskey, "Can't complain." He motions to you, "This is my fiancé, y/n." You freeze& slightly at the words, forcing a smile as you reach out to take Oliver's hand, "Hello, Mr. Montgomery."

He nods, "Y/n." He brings your hand to his lips, pressing them gently to his knuckles before stepping aside, "This is my wife, Eloise."

The short woman gives a nod, "Hello."

You smile, "I love your earrings." She smiles and reaches up to lay her hand under one of the dangly diamonds, "Oh, these old things." She laughs slightly, "I've had these things for ages."

"Well they're beautiful." You continue to smile and she nods, "Thank you, honey." She looks over at Colby, "You're staying out of trouble, I presume?"

Colby nods, "Yes ma'am. No trouble at all."

She nods, "That's what I like to see."

You now realize that you have absolutely no backstory on anyone here, especially Colby. You just have the idea of what you painted of him in your mind.

"Of course." Colby finishes his drink and sets it down, motioning to Sam for another one. You swirl your wine in your glass, sipping on it as Colby and Oliver continue to talk.

"Your dress is absolutely beautiful. It's so simple, yet the way the dress lays is beyond stunning." Eloise looks it up and down before meeting your eyes.

You tilt your head, "Colby actually got it for me. He said I had to wear my best dress, so.." you lay your hand on his shoulder, "You can thank him."

"Very good taste in clothing, as always." Eloise smiles and everyone's attention is caught off by someone tapping a knife to their glass, "If everyone would please put your hands together for the hosts of tonight's party, Mr. Oliver Montgomery and his very beautiful wife, Eloise."

"That's our cue." She cuts Oliver's conversation, "Come on sweetie." Oliver nods, "very good to meet you, y/n. Keep this one in check." He pats Colby's shoulder and you laugh slickly, "I'll do my best."

As soon as their backs are turned and they're making their way through the crowd, you push yourself off Colby, "What the fuck was that?"

"What was what?" He asks, bringing his glass to his lips to hide his smirk. You lean in, "You know what. Fiancé?!" Your voice is a quiet yell, "Are you fucking serious?"

He shakes his head, "Relax. Not like you'd ever want to marry me."

"Got that fucking right." You lean back against the bar, looking around as you take a big gulp. Colby stands up, "Come on. We have to find the rooms." He takes your hand in his, "Did you bring your gadget?"

"Brought a few." You snicker and Colby stops, turning to face you, "Y/n. This is serious."

You step back, "Dude, I know." You shrug, "Can't I make a joke?"

He sigh and turns, taking your hand into his again, "Not when our lives are on the line."

"What?" You stop, pulling him to you, "What the fuck did you just say?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing. Let's just-" he tries to pull you but you do your best to stay still. He looks around, nodding at people that walk by, "I'll explain as you're picking the locks open. Now come the fuck on."

You're shocked at how quickly his mood changed.

"Colby.." you ask and he ignores you as he leads you towards the back of the ball room, "Colby.." you squeeze his hand and he just holds on to yours tighter.

You sigh, throwing in the towel with trying to get his attention. You make your way to the back wall and Colby pushes the door open, "This way."

He lays a hand on your lower back as you walk through, following right behind you. He looks behind him to make sure no one followed you and sighs, "Alright. Your dad said it would probably be down one of the other hallways or something."

"Did my father threaten your life?"

He ignores the question, pulling out his phone as he looks at the slightly blurry map on the screen, "This way." He points, looking around as you round the corner, "Okay now this way."

"Colby."

"Colby.”

He stops, quickly pinning you up against the wall, "Goddamit y/n. Just fucking stop."

You stare up at him, "Let me. The fuck. Go."

"Fucking hell." He whispers and steps back as he slowly lets you go. He turns, running a hand through his hair, "Just.. Come on."

He starts to walk away and you try to piece together as to why Colby's acting so different but nothing is make sense to you.

"Here." He point to the door and looks around, "This one." You unzip your small purse, taking out your lock picking tool and you kneel down while Colby stands guard.

A few seconds later, Colby walks back up to you, "A little faster would be nice."

"Do you want to do it yourself?" You snap, keeping your eyes glued to the lock. He sighs, "Just.. hurry."

"Trying my best here, Colby." You roll your eyes, sticking your tongue out slightly as you focus. Soon you hear a click and you look up, "We're in."

He pushes the door open and inside is an empty room with nothing by a table in the middle of it.

"Your dad said there wouldn't be cameras.. why? I don't know. But.." he leans in, looking around, "I don't see anything."

You walk in after him, closing the door quietly behind you, "Why does he want this so bad?" Your fingers graze over the cool gold colored box, "What's so special about-"

Colby moves to you, laying a hand on your waist as you hear shuffling outside the door, "Don't do anything." He whispers as quietly as possible into your ear.

You nod, biting down on your lip as you wait for the sound to pass. You let out a sigh, "Fuck." Colby looks around, opening the drawer thats in the wall, "What the fuck?"

You walk over, gasping as you see a photo of your mother and father, "Why do they- that's my mom and dad."

Your mind starts racing and you shake your head, "Did they-" you lay a hand over your mouth and look at Colby, your mind going to the worst, "Did you ki-" you sigh, trying not to cry, "Are you why my mom died?"

"What? No. Of course not." Colby steps towards you and you back up, "I told you I didn't fucking trust you."

"Y/n." Colby steps towards you and you shake your head, "Don't. Don't do that."

"Don't come near me." You wipe your cheek and sniffle as you watch him slowly move towards you, "I'm serious Colby, stop.. do-" you reach into your purse, pulling out your loaded gun, "I said stop."

Colby freezes, holding his hands up, "Y/n."

You stare at him, gun pointing directly at his chest, "I swear to god Colby. Don't come near me until you fucking tell me what happened to my mom."

"I told you, that wasn't. Fucking. Me. I didn't know about you until a few months ago." Colby says and you laugh, "Why should I believe you?"

He drops his hands and shrugs, "You know what, y/n." He walks up to you, pressing his chest to the muzzle of the pistol, "Do it. Pull the fucking trigger." He locks his eyes with yours, "You'd be doing me a fucking favor."

You blink, breaking your stare on his eyes and you sigh, "If you didn't then who did?"

"That's not a discussion we need to have right now. We already wasted enough time. We have to get back out there." Colby grabs the box and walks over to shut the drawer.

You stare down at the floor, gun still in hand.

"Here." Colby extends his arm out, putting the picture of your mom and dad in your line of sight, "Take it." You take the picture from his hand, staring at it for a few seconds.

"We'll talk in the car, okay?" He grabs your face, tilting your head up so you look at him, "I promise."

You nod, with a sigh, "Fine." Colby takes the gun from your hand and tucks it into the back of his pants, pulling his shirt down over to hide it.

You put the picture, along with the box he gave you, and shove them into your purse before zipping it closed.

He wipes the stray tears from your cheeks and sighs, "Let's just go out there. Pretend like you don't hate my fucking guys, and then we'll leave."

You nod, "yeah."

Your mind is still racing a mile a minute as Colby leads you from the room, your hand in his. All of the thoughts you've continued to push away, not think about for the last three years all come to the surface and you feel like you could puke.

"Colby I-i don't.. I don't feel good."

He stops, turning to you, a look of concern washing over his face, "Okay. Um." He looks around, "I think the bathrooms are this way."

He looks back at you, "You know I didn't do this."

"Now's not the time Colby." You close your eyes, talking yourself into not throwing up all over the floor.

He sighs, "Yeah, yeah. Come on. This way." He interlocks his fingers with yours, and leads you down the hallway you came in.

He peaks through the window, ducking down when someone walks by. He stands back up, "alright, quickly." He opens the door, slipping both you and him out and walking along the wall back towards the hall with the bathrooms.

You walk in, closing the door behind you and you walk to the sink, taking a deep breath to try and calm your panting, "fuck." You whisper as you look at yourself in the mirror.

You wipe away the mascara that lays under your eyes and you take a slow breath, breathing out slowly.

You stand up, smoothing out your dress as you debate on whether or not you're going to puke.

Yep.

You run into the stall, bending down to heave into the toilet. You sit up, pressing the button to flush and you rest your back against the wall.

You honestly feel like you're spinning with all of the thoughts running ramped through your head.

And for some reason, you believed Colby.

You stand up. Washing your hands and fixing yourself up before making your way back out. Colby pushes himself off the wall, "You okay?"

You nod, "mhm."

"Come on, y/n. You can't just-"

"God, can you stop saying that I can't hate you forever? Can you literally, for two fucking seconds understand that I maybe hate you for a reason?" You look at him, hands slapping your thighs, "I don't trust you."

"Why? Because I showed up to the casino a lot drunker than I felt and what.. disrespected you by calling out your father for doing something that you know damn well he did." Colby walks up to you, "I know you're in the business a lot more than you lead on. I know you run it when he's away on some other fucking god forsaken business."

"You don't know nothing." You shake hour head, "You're an arrogant, fucking asshole who thinks everyone owes you something but new flash, Colby. I don't owe you shit."

"You're right. You don't. You don't owe me anything, y/n. You're a spoiled, fucking brat who thinks everyone needs to give you something well guess what."

"What."

"I'm done trying to get on your good side."

"Why were you even trying when you knew it wouldn't work."

He shakes his head, "Doesn't matter anymore. You want me out of your life. Fine. Easy. Done."

You suddenly feel like something was being ripped away from you, but you don't know why.

"Colby- I-I-"

Next thing you know, Colby has you pushed up against the wall and his lips are on yours and you're frozen in shock, but to your surprise, you actually kiss back.

He pulls away and looks over, "Sorry. Just two newly engaged people who can't keep their hands off of each other." Colby chuckles and you look over, smiling at the older couple who are standing there.

They laugh and the lady nods with a smile, "Oh to be young again."

The gentleman nods, "yeah, but with the right person, you'll always feel like you're a teenager." He leans in, "Why do you think we're sneaking away." The older man nudges Colby with a wink before he follows the lady into the bathroom.

Your mouth drops as you look over to Colby and for a moment, it felt like you weren't just going at each other's throats.

"Oh my god." Colby laughs and sighs, eyes scanning over your face. You look from his eyes to his lips as your breathing picks up.

That kiss did something for you.

"I'll drop you off at home." Colby steps back, fixing his shirt before looking back at you, "if you're ready."

You nod, "Yeah. Yeah." You walk out with him, taking his hand into yours as you walk to the bar, pretending like you're a happy engaged couple.

"Hey Sam, we'll see ya." Colby knocks on the bar and Sam pouts, "Leaving so soon?" Colby sighs, "Yeah, lady isn't feeling too good."

"Oh yeah, put the blame on me." You cover up your angry tone with a laugh and a smile and Sam smiles, "Have a good night you two."

"We're definitely going to try." Colby smiles and leads you out to the valet, "Brock. Audi." The valet attendant nods before going to fetch the car.

You stand there, wrapping your arms around yourself as you take in everything that just happened.

Stealing from what seemed like very powerful people.

Colby's burst of anger.

Finding a picture of your parents in said couples house.

Colby kissing you, and to top it off, you actually didn't mind the kiss. You didn't feel repulsed by it like you normally did.

The car rolls up and the attendant gets out, "Have a good night guys."

"Thanks." You both mumble and walk down to the car. Colby still opens your door for you, still avoiding eye contact just like you.

He walks around to get in and buckles up before driving off. It's quiet for a few moments until you notice Colby take the wrong turn, "Where- Colby this is the wrong way."

He says nothing.

"Colby." You stare at him, "Where are we going?"

"Some place safe for right now."

"Some place sa-" you sigh, leaning back into your seat, "Where? Where is it that we'll be safe?"

"Would you fucking relax." He sighs, "You act like I'm such a bad fucking guy when you really don't know me at all." He glances over at you and back to the road.

You stay silent. Keeping your eyes on the headlight filled road in front of you. Thinking, maybe you were trying to hide something that you can't admit to.

Maybe there was actually no hatred towards him and you were just protecting yourself?

He pulls into an empty and secluded parking lot and puts the car in park. He stares at the wheel for a few moments before he breaks the silence with a sigh, "I didn't kill your mother, y/n."

Your eyes burn as the tears form a gloss over your eyes, continuing to stare out the windshield.

"But I was there when she died."

Your head snaps to him, your words choked, "W-wh-at?"

"You might not believe me, and that's okay. But I just need you to know that you're not as safe as you think you are." Colby runs a hand over his face and he sighs, "The night.." he sighs again, "Fuck. Okay."

"Just tell me." You turn toward him, staring at him as he finds the will to form the words, "Your father.."

"No." You shake your head, blinking once so the tears uncloud your vision, "Don't."

"Y/n. I'm telling the truth." Colby turns towards you, "I was working security for the Montgomery's. At one of these parties." He swallows, "and I knew exactly who they were the moment I saw your father."

"Are you.. are you in the business, too?" You sniffle and he shrugs, "Yes and no. I don't push anything, or deal with it first hand. I mainly do high class security when deals are being made."

"And my parents were.." you sniffle, "What? There to make a deal?"

He nods, "Well, more your father than anything. I was escorting them back to one of the rooms we passed and I stayed outside, listening in to make sure nothing went south.. but when I heard the gun shot.." he shakes his head, voice quiet, "It was too late."

"Your father was holding the gun that was fired and your mother was-"

"Don't. I don't need the details about her." You shake your head, "Not right now."

He nods, "I was threatened with my life."

"By my father."

"Yes. And Oliver. He was there, too." He pauses, "Eloise has no knowledge of it, from what I understand. She's always liked me. Knew me since I was a kid somehow."

You stare at the steering wheel, speechless.

"They covered it up. Said the place got robbed and your mother was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Oh my god." You whisper, covering your face with your hands, "Oh my god."

"I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner I ju-"

"Why didn't you?" You look at him, "Seriously? Why couldn't you have just fucking told me you needed to talk to me about something important."

He scoffs, "As a matter of fucking fact, y/n. I tried. Two, three nights ago whatever. At the casino. I told you that you were going to regret not speaking with me."

"So this is my fault?" You scoff and laugh, "Of fucking course."

"That's not- no. We're not playing that asinine blame game, okay?" He sighs, "I'm here because I don't want to see you end up the same way as your mother."

"Maybe it's for the best." You shake your head and Colby lays a hand on your leg, "Don't you ever say that."

You laugh, "Why not? At this point I just ruin or lose everything I have. My own father has been lying to me. I've made a fool out of myself defending him time and time again when I really should have been, what? Running from him." You yell slightly louder, "Fuck, why am I so fucking stupid?"

"You're not stupid, you just-"

You cut Colby off, "I don't need you to fucking tell me what I did, do, need, or want. Okay?" You slam your back against the seat, "Just take me home so I can be alone."

He doesn't fight. He doesn't say another word. He just puts the car and drive and takes you home.

"Can you just please not say anything. I was told if I ever told you.."

"He'd kill you, too. Right?" You sigh, "What the fuck."

"I know it's a lot, but I'm not asking for me." Colby puts the car and park and you look at him, "What is the other reason? If you're not asking for you then who?"

He's quiet for a few moments before looking at you. You stare at him and he leans over, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in to close the space with your lips on his.

You lay a hand on his cheek, kissing back.

In that moment, you fully understand why he did everything that made you hate him.

He leans back, brushing your cheek with his thumb as he looks at you, "You have no idea how much I actually care about you."

You're at a loss for words, again. Seems like the ongoing theme of the night.

"Now come on. We have to take this to your dad." He goes to get out but you stop him, "Was this box my mom's?"

Colby shrugs, "I think, but I'm not fully sure."

You nod, "Okay." You take a deep breath, bringing down the visor to look in the mirror.

"You still look beautiful."

You look over at Colby and he smiles slightly. You press your lips together, giving him a small smile, "Alright, let's go deliver this to my liar of a father."

Colby fears that you'll step out of line, and quite frankly, he wasn't that far off.

You wanted to freak out.

Throw the box at his head.

Scream at him and ask him why he killed your mother.

You wanted to end him like he ended your mother, but you couldn't do that.

Not yet at least.

"Evening, how was the party." Rio asks as he opens the front door. You nod, "It was definitely a party." You walk in, Colby following behind you as he nods to Rio.

"Y/n. My darling daughter. I see you're back early." Your father yells from his office. Colby lays a hand on your lower back, assuring you as you walk towards the room.

You put on a facade, pretending like your life didn't just change in a measly two, three hours.

"Yeah, wasn't really that lively actually." You walk in, sitting down in the chair and Colby sits in the one next to you.

Your father looks between the two of you, eagerly awaiting the delivery, "Well? Did you happen to get in?"

You unzip your purse, setting Colby on high alert for a possible shoot out, but you take out just the box, "This is the one correct?"

Your father's eyes gleam with excitement, "It sure is." He stands up, leaning forward to snatch it from your hands without a simple thank you.

"What's so special about it, dad?" You zip your purse back, even though you're very tempted to aim the gun at your dad this time.

"It's a family heirloom that I've been dying to get my hands on." He wipes it off with a soft rag, "Your great, great grandmother owned this and I remember my father telling me that I needed to get it back."

Lies, lies and more lies.

"Oh really?" You raise your eyebrows and Colby's eyes move nervously between you and your father.

"Yes, really. Would I lie to you, my darling daughter?"

Yes.

"No." You smile, "you're right." You stand up, "If it's okay, I would like to speak with Colby upstairs. Thank him for inviting me to go with him."

Your father waves you off, eyes glued to the box, "Yeah, sure. That's fine." He looks up and points to Colby, "No funny business in my house."

Colby nods, "You don't have to worry about that sir, she still hates my guts." They laugh and your father goes back to wiping the box as you lead Colby up the steps.

"Where are you going?" Rio asks, making you stop on the stairs. You turn around, "I want to talk to Colby for a second. Dad said it was fine."

Rio nods and goes into the office and you hear the door close.

"Everyone has to know everything." You huff and lift your dress up. Colby holds the train of it up as you make your way up the rest of the steps.

You walk into your room and pull Colby in, closing the door behind him. You turn and start whispering, "I want to leave."

He lowers his voice, "Leave? What do you mean leave?" You walk over, pulling a suit case out from under your bed, "Leave. Colby."

"Y/n. I don't think-"

"You said I wasn't safe. I sure as hell don't feel safe here anymore." Your eyes move from him to the floor as you stop yourself from admitting something you fought so hard to keep hidden.

"Where are you going to go, y/n?" He walks over to you, stopping you from throwing stuff into the case, "Talk to me."

"No because you're just going to try and talk me out of it and I've made up my mind." You stay focused on throwing stuff into your case, "I can't.." your voice breaks and you sigh, "I can't stay here.. the only place.." you shake your head, stepping back as you grab a few more essential items.

"The only place what, y/n?" He watches as you keep packing, ignoring him. He walks up to you, making you look at him, "I know, okay. I know that the only place that you ever felt safe in isn't safe anymore and you need to go, but you're no-"

You sigh, "No, Colby. The only place I've ever felt safe is when I'm around you, and I just have this feeling that after tonight-." You take a sharp breath, staring up at him as your body shakes under his touch.

You hated admitting that because you hated him - or did hate him, whatever, but regardless. You're not a vulnerable person. You never showed anyone if you were hurting, mad, nothing.

But with Colby, anytime he was around,  you've always had a weird sense of saftey.

He's taken aback by your words, "What?"

You push him away, "No I just-" you sigh, "we need to leave. We need to get out of here. Somewhere far. Somewhere far away from the monster that's downstairs holding the box that belonged to my mother."

You sit down on the bed, head in your hands as your mind continues to race about everything including where you're going to go.

"Okay." Colby nods and you look up at him. He swallows and sighs, "Where do you want to go?"

Your eyes fill with tears as the escape is right in front of you, "Anywhere."

He nods, "Alright. We'll go anywhere."

·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"How do we get to the car without my dad or anyone seeing?" You lay a hand on your forehead as you pace back and fourth, "I just.. if he knows I'm leaving.." you sigh trying to calm yourself down, "I don't want to imagine what he'd do."

Colby points to the window, "Your room isn't far from the ground."

You laugh, "You want me to climb out the window?" He looks at you, "It's either this or risking the chance of-"

"Okay." You cut him off, slightly loud. You lower your voice, "Okay."

"Listen, y/n. I'm just trying to help."

You nod, your voice really low, "I know. I know." You glance at your suitcase, "I have enough money in my accounts.. we'll just have to stop at different atm's or something."

"Isn't there a way you can wire it or something so you don't have to waste anymore time?" Colby asks and you shrug, "I-I don't know." You zip your suitcase, "I just need to get out of here first."

He nods, "Okay. I'll leave, ya know." He walks towards the door, "I'll park down the street or something but I'll come back for you."

You nod, "Yeah, yeah. Good idea."

He stares at you, "We'll get you out of here. Okay."

"Okay." You watch as he leaves and everything suddenly hits you. You feel like you can't breathe. You feel like your body is going to give out from underneath you.

You never imagined your life flipping upside down this bad.

You never pictured having these feelings for Colby.

You're so thrown off, you feel like your head is spinning and now you really don't know what the right thing to do is.

You question everything.

Your dad.

Rio.

Oliver.

Why you were the one who needed to go with Colby. Why your father gave you no choice.

You felt sick. Weak. Almost distorted in a way.

Your phone ringing in your purse causes you to get up immediately. You unzip it, digging through to grab it, "Hello?"

"He wasn't in his office when I went by. I don't know where he is." Colby says on the other end of the line, "I'm circling back now, just watch for me out the window."

"Okay." You hang up and there's a knock on your door, "Y/n."

Your father's voice makes you tense up, fuck.

"Coming." You quickly and as quietly as possible, move your suitcase to back under your bed. You walk over to the door and open it.

"Colby leave already?" Your father asks walking into your room. You nod, "He did."

"That's a shame, I was going to have a congratulatory drink with him, you know as a thank you for getting me this back."

"You'll have to give him a call or something. He said he was heading home, I think." You cross your arms, chewing on your lip.

"I will. I just wanted to come up and thank you, too. I was astonished that you actually managed to get it and I just.." your father sighs and holds his arms out, "Your mother would have been so proud."

Your stomach twists at his words, "Yeah. She would have been."

Your father wraps his arms around you, kissing your head, "Alright. Get some sleep. You've earned it from my view of things."

You nod, "I plan on it."

He walks over to the door, "Oh and one more thing.."

"Yeah, dad?" You look up at him and he nods, "You have a right to feel the way you do about Colby. You don't know it now, but you will."

"What do you mean?" You tilt your head, "What did he do?" Your father sighs, "He's been caught up into some pretty bad ordeals. But that's something we'll have to talk about later on." He taps the door, "Goodnight."

You close the door behind him as he leaves, instantly starting to hyperventilate, "What the fuck?" You whisper, "What the fucking fuck."

You ball your fists up, gently tapping them on your forehead, "Fuck. Okay." You walk over to the window, looking out to see Colby round the corner of the house.

He motions for you to throw your suitcase down and you nod, hesitating to pull it from under your bed as what your father said swings around in your head.

He's a liar, you remind yourself, you can't trust him.

You grab your case, moving it over and sitting it on the window as you push the pane open. You ease it down as far as you can lean out and drop it.

Colby catches it, setting it down before he looks up at you, motioning for you to come down next.

You swing your leg over, feeling for a ledge before you swing your other leg over. Your dress gets caught on the window and you loose your footing, falling backwards.

You let out a scream as you fall, landing not on the grass, but in Colby's arms, "Hey, you okay?"

You look around, breathing heavy, "I think."

He moves you to your feet, "Come on." He grabs your hand leading you around the house and down through the tree that surround your house.

"Hang.. Colby.." you pull his hand, making him stop, "Hang on." You bend down, undoing your heels that are stuck in the earth, "Come on. Come on."

"Here." Colby bends down, bringing out a knife from his pocket and cutting the straps around your ankles, "Come on." He takes your hand again, pulling you along as he leads you to his car.

He opens the door, looking around as you climb in. He shuts it, quickly making his way around and gets in and starts driving.

You rest your head against the headrest, letting out a long sigh and he glances over at you, "Where to?"

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

After grabbing your cash from the last atm, you get back into the car and Colby looks at you, "There's a hotel about an hour away from here."

Those are the first words spoken in two hours.

You nod, "okay." You look out the window, your adrenaline winding down as you watch the darkness pass.

"Colby." You keep your eyes out the window, "My dad warned me about you tonight."

"Warned you?" He laughs slightly, "When?"

"Right before you came to the window." You turn your head, looking over at him, "He said I have a right to feel the way I do about you, said you've been in some pretty bad stuff."

Colby shakes his head, gripping the wheel tighter, "He was trying to get you to turn against me."

"But why?"

He shakes his head, “Not the time.”

“Stop the car.”

“What?” He looks over at you then back to the road with a laugh, “I’m not stopping this fucking car.”

“Colby.” You warn, “I’m serious.”

“About what?”

“If you won’t tell me then stop the car.” You reach for the handle, “I’ll tuck and roll, I don’t care.”

“No, y/n. It’s in the middle of -“

“Stop the fucking car!”

He jams on the breaks, causing you to fly as forward as the seatbelt lets you before locking. You unbuckle, winging it off of you with a loud crack to the tinted window.

“Hey, come on no-“

You get out, slamming the door shut. You turn, starting to walk away when you hear Colby get out, “Y/n. Come on. It’s freezing.”

You continue to ignore him, your bare feet carrying you down the road.

“I didn’t want you to end up like your mother.”

You stop, continuing to stare out into the faintly tail lit darkness.

“The reason your father warned you of me..” he tells out to you, “..Is because I told him I would do anything to protect you.”

You shake your head, tears filling your eyes, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You yell looking down at the ground, “Why couldn’t you have just-“ you groan turning around.

His eyes follow you as you walk up to him. You push him back against his car, yelling as you hit his chest, “why.. didn’t.. you.. just.. fucking.. tell.. me!?”

You step back, putting your hands on your head, “What the fuck is happening?”

“I know, I fucked up. I should have just told you everything the moment it happened.”

“You’re fucking right you should have.” Anger dripping off your words, “That’s my mother we’re talking about Colby.. I-I-“

“I know.” He cuts you off slightly loud, “I know, and I’m sorry. If there was anything I could do to change it for you I would.” He steps towards you, “In a heartbeat, y/n.”

Your anger softens, turning into a bittersweet feeling.

You wanted to be mad, but with how much Colby actually cares about you, it’s hard to be angry with him.

He walks up to you, “I should have told you. But at the same time, I didn’t know what I would be getting you into and I just..” he shrugs, “I just couldn’t risk it.”

“Why?” You look up at him, wanting to hear what he had to say.

“What do you mean why?” He laughs slightly, “I think that everything I did just proves it.”

“I want to hear you say it.” You keep your eyes locked on his and his eyes move between yours, “You know why.”

“I want to hear you say. It.”

“Get in the car.” He nods towards the parked car and you laugh slightly, “No. not until you say it.”

“Why do you have to do this?”

“Do what, Colby?”

“Be so fucking stubborn.”

You laugh, “Yeah, because I’m the one who isn’t just coming out to say-“ you stop, looking back at him and he smirks, “Saying… what? Saying what y/n. Go one. Tell the class.”

You roll your eyes as his sarcasm, “You know what. I think you know.”

“Do I?”

You shake your head, “I’m not doing this.” You go to walk away but Colby grabs your arm, “I care about you.” He pulls you into him, looking down at you as you stare up at him, “I think you know that.”

He brushes hair from your face, “I think you know that you want me under your skin.” His hand drags up your goosebump ridden arm, “I think you know that you’re capable of doing more than just tolerating me.”

You swallow, looking down but he lifts your chin, “I think you know that I love you, and you’re just too scared to admit you feel the same for me.”

You say nothing, eyes focused on his lips as they move when he speaks, “You shouldn’t be scared.”

“I’m not scared.” You say quickly, taking a deep breath through your nose and sighing, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, the fact that you haven’t pulled away from me or gave me attitude says it all, darling.” He slides his hand up to your neck squeezing slowly as he gently pushes you against the car.

You’ve never been turned on quicker in your life.

“What do you want, Colby?” You asked, forcing a slightly annoyed tone.

He chuckles, leaning in to gently plant little kisses on your neck, “You.”

Your eyes roll closed and you sigh, “Take me.”

His hand moves to turn your head, crashing his lips into yours and your arms wrap around his neck, moaning quietly as his hands work to pull your dress up.

“About fucking time.” He mumbles against your lips as he moves your hands to hold your dress up.

“Don’t ruin it.” You breathe out in a slight laugh. You hold your dress up, watching Colby drop to his knees for you in the dim lighting.

“You have no idea..” he kisses up your leg, “How many times I’ve thought about this.” He kisses up your thigh, “Thought about you.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, waiting for Colby to pull your panties completely off. You step out of them and he immediately throws one of your legs over his shoulder and leans in to make his fantasy come true.

You rest your head back on the car, moaning as you feel his tongue slip in and out of you. Nose bumping against your clit at the perfect times.

Your hand flies down, immediately gripping his hair and pulling, “Fuck Colby.” You gasp as you feel a finger slip in as his mouth moves to suck and nip at your clit that’s swelled with arousal, “s-shit.”

He looks up at you, finger moving in and out, “Don’t tell me you didn’t think about me being between these pretty little legs of yours.”

You arch your back as his fingers curls, pressing against that perfect spot, “I have.”

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles before dipping his head back in, sucking on your clit as he adds another finger.

You grip the open door, pushing his head in with your other hand, “f-fuck. Yes, yes right there.” He thrusts his fingers a little faster, yet still making sure to stroke that little spot that’s about to send you over the edge.

You let out a loud moan, pulling his hair as you clench around his fingers. Orgasm taking over in the fullest force it can.

Panting as you feel him pull his fingers out, you look down at him. He smirks and brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean as he maintains the strongest eye contact, “So fucking good.”

He stands up, crashing his lips onto yours so you can taste yourself. He swallows your moans like they’re nothing. Biting down on your bottom lip and tilting his head back.

You let out a whimper as he lets it go and he opens the back door, “Get in.”

You don’t hesitate. You move and get in, sitting down at you face him with one leg on the seat, other one down with your foot on the floor.

Dress still around your waist.

“You’re fucking unbelievable.” He undoes his belt, zipping coming down with such ease, “You know that?”

Your teeth hang onto your lip as you nod, “Mhm.”

Colby chuckles as he crawls into the car, body hovering over yours, “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” You ask innocently and he chuckles, shaking his head, “You are such a brat.” He leans down to kiss you, pushing your leg open more and hooking it over his arm. He pushes his cock into you, both moaning and he sighs, “I fucking love it.”

His lips are on yours as he gives you absolutely no time to adjust to him. He pulls out, slamming back in and you moan louder than you have so far. Your fingers slip under the loose collar of his shirt and your nails dig into his skin, “C-Colby.”

You already feel like you could cum again, your body twitching as his cock slams into you, getting immense pleasure with each thrust.

His hand slides up, lying on your neck to squeeze, you let out a squeaked moan as your body arches. Your legs locking around him as he fucks you through orgasm number two.

“That’s it.” Colby moans lowly into your ear, “That’s my fucking girl.”

You let out a strangled whine, clinging to him as your hand tugs the hair that’s intertwined around your fingers, “S-shit.” You gasp, moving your head to kiss him.

He lets go of your throat and your lips move roughly against one another, and he pulls away, “Where do you want me?”

Heat of the moment you may say, but you waste no time, “In me.”

“Fuck.” Colby groans, and you feel his cock twitch. That was enough for him. He coats your walls, holding onto you in anyway he can as he moans against your neck, leaving a dark mark before pulling away with a sigh, “You were made for me.”

You smile, chest still rising and falling at a great speed, “sure I was.” You lay a hand on his cheek and your eyes move over his face.

“You mean, I sure was. Right?” He asks with a smirk and you just smile up at him.

You wanted to apologize for being such a bitch to him, but headlights in the distance cut it short and you’re both scrambling to get back upfront.

Colby slams the back door and gets in, quickly driving off as soon as his door is shut.

The car passes and you let out a laugh that gets Colby to laugh. After a few moments of laughing about what just happened, you let out a sigh, “I still hate you.”

“I’m sure you do.” His hand sneaks under yours, holding onto your leg as your rests on top, “You can prove just how much you hate me when we get to the hotel.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Thanks for reading! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you liked it!

Also, in the cover for this. I know I have a picture of a couple on a bike - I totally forgot about that and made him have a car instead. I realized after I wrote it, so just ignore that. I might go back in later and fix it. I just wanted to get it out for you all. Sorry!!

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Hi, I'm also a whore for some blonde guys. Mind finishing that Twilight Princess Link x reader one or do one where TP Link or Time Link realizes he wants to marry female reader?

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⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Twilight/fem!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!, p in v, hickies, sticky stomach ;)

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I kind of mixed both of your prompts so I didn't have to choose🤧

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⋆ ࣪. part I / part II ࣪.⋆

The warmth of the creasing sun enveloped your arms, trailling further until it met your wrapped and still wobbly legs.

Turning around, your eyes were met with the beautiful sight of your boyfriend resting peacefully by your side. His warm arm held your waist, quite hard despite being asleep, while his breath fanned your neck.

This was supposed to be a peaceful and calm morning, the young hues of the sunlight entering through your window as the air fanned lightly too.

But your mind couldn't help but remember why your legs felt like jelly in the first place, face burning up as you recalled the so pleasant night you had had.

It wasn't fair, it never was.

The fact that he managed to sleep without any visible soreness on his legs or even his neck meanwhile you woke up stumbling around the room made you jealous.

"Link..."

His hair trickled your neck, almost kissing softly your skin.

"Link"

Calloused hands keeping you secured into his bare chest, almost digging deep into your tender stomach.

"Link!"

Heart to heart, your perky nipples rubbed up and down his toned chest, finally letting you move freely on top of him after a tedious and deep skin to skin contact.

Your sweet gasps for air and those cute moans fueled him into moving your hips with his own palms.

He wanted to keep a stedy pace at first, letting you rub yourself into his lap as he rested deep inside. His hand softly caressed your breasts, smiling like the wolf he truly was when he managed to turn your nipples harder under his fingertips.

But the way you chanted some "please"'s or "link"'s into his long ear made the tiny drop of self control he had left pour into his guts, getting lost in a madness of red.

He forced you up and down, up and down your mind started to feel dizzy, getting lost in the inminent wave of pleasure you had neglected yourself to feel before.

"So tight-"

This time it washed over you like a tsunami, faster and harder than before. You didn't know how he found out another new way to make your toes curl but you were too blissed out to care.

"There you go, let it all out sweetheart"

His honeyed words made you squeal even louder, head falling into his shoulder as he let you slow down your movements, still keeping him deep.

His hands rubbed your back, circles you'd never get used to, wanting them to feel them over your goosebumps inside your skin again and again.

Your legs shaked against his own ones, multiplying your horniness once again when you felt how really hard he was underneath you.

Panting and cheeks tinted with a deep crimson colour in front of you, you stared at the stinging sensation on your neck, a huge red bite adorning it.

Too lost in pleasure you didn't even notice.

But before you could make a comment about it, his lips enveloped yours like an animal. Drowning down your short yelp as he suddenly flipped both of you over, pushing you down into the mattress.

His leaking hard-on filled your warmth, noticing how needy he was after you came down from your high.

He started moving again, slowly, god what kind of human lasts that long?!

His hands caged your head, forearms resting right beside your warm body on the mattress. Your hands, on the other side, held tightly his back trying not to slip out of his grasp thanks to his powerful thrusts.

But that question lasted just a few seconds inside your head as he started ramming himself against you like he was in heat. His tongue soaked up your reddened skin, tasting the salty but thin layer of sweat.

He loved licking you, smelling you. God he always went crazy when he smelled your arousal meters away from your home, mouth quickly enveloping your needy cunt as soon as he came back home.

He couldn't deny his animal instincts after all, could he?

"Cmon baby-, cum for me"

He pushed you over and over againt against the pillows, the creaking sound of the bed now mixing up with your beautiful moans.

He wanted to last longer, but you had discovered the key to his ( not so hidden ) lock. Your trembling form begging him to cum, watching as your head fell back into the bed, ecstasic.

He adored watching you fall appart, always managing to make him reach his climax prematurely.

"I'm cumming-"

His grunt almost wasn't heard by you but the action that came after them surely did.

His sweaty skin revealed into the pale moonlight, head slightly tilted downwards as he bit his lip, trying to surpress tiny gasps as he stroked himself viciously on top of you.

Your eyes lowered down until they met his toned abdomen, god you wanted to lick off all the mess you had made on top of him. However, your thoughts faded out as thick white ropes enveloped your stomach, a long sigh escaping his lips as he still held your thighs open for him.

He was always so pretty when he came, flushed face and eyes tightly closed. Always letting out the sultriest grunts, peeking out to see how he soaked you with his seed.

You couldn't see his eyes under his dark blonde bangs, but you surely knew he was staring at the piece of art he had painted on top of you.

Your head fell down into the mattress, finally breathing out as you walls spasmed around nothing, trying to calm themselves down.

You giggled as he fell on top of you, noticeably not caring about getting his body dirtier than it actually was when he felt your sticky skin.

His heavy body pressed against your naked form, on a normal day you would've pried him off you but right now you wanted to be as close as possible. He was just so cute, always getting sleepy and clingy right after he climaxed.

And you would always hold him, no matter how deeply you wanted to shower, how sticky and hot you felt.

You wanted to crawl deep inside his skin at this point.

You both rested peacefully, your eyes closed shut as your shaking arms and legs enveloped his middle part. Peace that was disturbed by his own groggy voice.

"I wanna marry you someday"

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[svnnysidez]

warnings: big dick!gyubxfem!reader. porn with very little plot, bewbs, reader is kinda a slut but like in a good way, use of slut, dumbification, gyuvin is lowk whipped, oral (f rec), fingering, gyub is a cutie, making out, begging, creampie, no protection (wrap it up babes🙏) use of pet names (gyuv, dollface, doll, pretty girl, sweet girl), gyuvin acts all tough but hes a sweetie at heart, gyuv is estimated to be abt 10" in here but its not officially stated

notes: hes so fine guys i cant do this anymore (yes i can and i will continue) (not proofread) also this is kinda a 100 follower special thing, tysm dollfaces i love all of you bbs 🩷

sure you were teasing him. wearing that tiny bikini around his friends. you knew he liked you but you didnt care. you saw it as almost an opportunity to get what you wanted. he knew it, he knew you were teasing him on purpose. but that still didnt make it right in his head. whenever he'd try to calm himself down, you'd do something else to make him impossibly harder then he already was. his eyes trained on you, watching the way your tits bounced whenever you would take a step, them practically pooling out of the tiny bikini top. you were flirting with his friends. that was his last straw. putting your hand on ricky's shoulder, pressing your top half against him, and ricky obviously wasnt complaining. gyuvin basically pulled you away from ricky telling his friend that he had to talk to you about something.

gyuvin pulled you into the house and into a spare bedroom closing the door. "gyuv! i was talking to ricky!" you pouted at the man that just stared at you like you were mearly insane. he stepped closer to you, you backing up, eventually hitting the door that was closed behind you. you let out a tiny yelp when gyuvin slammed his hands on the door behind you on either side of your face. "what is it with you and flirting with all of my friends?" gyuvin asked lowly. "you dont own me you know, just because you like me doesnt mean that i like you back." you stuck your tounge out at him. that was the thing, you did like him back. god you liked him so much that whenever you were touching yourself you thought of him. the only reason why you flirted with his brain-dead friends was for him to make a move, and he was. finally. "okay well if you dont like me then go get fucked by ricky, looked like you really wanted it back there." gyuvin was about to grab the door knob to let you out "wait!" you squeaked, you grabbed his hand and he just looked at you, "yes?" he was going to make you tell him what you wanted. "if you want something you're gonna have to use your words, come on, i know you can use that pretty mouth of yours, you run it all the time."

"kiss me please, touch me, need you." you looked up at him, your eyes fixating on his, his pupils dialating. he just nodded and moved his hands, one on your face and the other on your waist as he kissed you deep. you obviously returning the kiss. you biting at his lips, his tongue entering your mouth, deepening the kiss. you moaned into the kiss when gyuvins touch went from your waist upto your chest, lightly circling the hard buds.

"gyuv, please, need you." you had no clue what you were begging for, but you just knew you wanted more. he chuckled lowley, "do you even understand what you're begging for? you just wanna be stretched out on my cock like a little slut huh?" you mewled at his words. just nodding dumbly, "yes, yes please, need it!" just like that you were picked up and thrown onto the bed. he practically tore off your bikini. pulling your legs around his head, nipping at the insides of your thighs. "gonna have to stretch you out before you get my cock sweet girl. i dont think you'll be able to handle me without prep." you just whimpered out. "gyuv please, need you to touch me now." he obviously obliged. he couldnt not give his sweet girl what she wanted, or so desperately needed. his tongue lapped at your folds, soaking in all the wetness. just the act of him doing that made you abrupt in the loudest moan. your hips bucking at his face. "fuck doll, how long has it been since you've been touched." his long fingers tracing your pussy, one of them stuffing you full. you stifled down a moan, not wanting to sound so desperate. "god do i already have you dumb? i've barely even touched you. im starting to believe you've never been touched here before." you werent a virgin. i mean sure, every man you've been with have never engaged in foreplay or lasted more then 5 minutes but thats besides the fact.

he thrusted his middle finger in and out of you before he stuffed his ring finger inside of you. scissoring them, you've probably never felt this immense amount of pleasure in your life. you're back was arching off the bed so prettily. gyuvin swore he could've came in his pants just watching you. instead of said cumming in his pants he decided to use his tongue on your sensitive bud. that sent you into overdrive. "f.fuck gyuvin! s' so close k, keep going please." you mewled out. he couldnt say no to you, he could never. you were spasaming around his fingers. he then pushed a third finger into you. curling his fingers up, hitting that gummy spongy place in your silky walls. "just like that gyu! fuck im gonna cum, please let me, im so close!" gyuvin didnt think he could physically get any harder, but there his body is, proving him wrong. "of course dollface, cum for me sweet girl." and just like that at the drop of a hat you did. releasing at his words, your back arching and your fingers digging into the sheets. your moans like drugs to him. he pulled his fingers out of you and licked up all your cum, loving the taste of you, you tasted so good he couldnt help himself.

he crawled upto you, leaving kisses and marks all over your body wherever he could get his lips. he kissed your lips chastely. he pulled off his swim trunks, his fat cock slapping against his abdomen. his fat tip angry. his dick was so pretty, and big. god he was big, this was just registering in your brain. "g..gyuv, will it fit?" you mustered out. "it will dollface, we'll make it fit, alright sweet girl?" he cooed, carressing your face. he grabbed the base of his cock and ran his fat tip through your folds. you let out tiny whimpers. his tip centered at your hole and he pushed himself in. the stretch was crazy, even if he had prepped you for an hour straight you wouldnt have been ready for him. he was so thick and long, god you felt like he was pushing himself in you for a lifetime. and it hurt, god it hurt, but the pleasure was so much greater. the feeling of him stretching out your walls was so amazing. your nails digging into his biceps as he finally bottomed out. his tip digging into your uterus. he placed his hand over your abdomen where you could see his tip bulging through. "god, you feel so nice, wrapped around me so tight. i told you i could fit sweet girl." you were already so dumb. only muttering out slurs of words and his name.

his hips started moving slowly sure he wanted to fuck you dumb, but he didnt want to hurt you. not in a way that wasnt pleasurable at least. him lightly fucking into you. god it felt so good. "gyuv, please, need more. please faster." he couldnt not oblige to your pleads. you sounded so pretty, of course he gave you what you wanted. his hips snapping into you faster then before, a lot faster. you were squeezing around him so well he could barely hold on. "fuck baby, you're squeezing me so well. its like you want me to fill you up. huh is that what you want, for me to make you full of my cum? for me to fuck it so deep into you that you're full of my kids huh?" all you could do is dumbly nod and let out the most lewd moans. "yes yes need it so bad gyuv! need you to fill me up." you didnt know what you were saying. you just wanted gyuvin for so long and now you finally have him, and whatever he said you agreed to. you were officially fucked dumb, and you didnt mind one bit.

his thrusts got harder and somehow deeper. his fingers were circling your clit. "fuck gyu, m' so close, keep, keep doing that please." you stifled out. your nails digging into his skin. he just nodded, his head drooping down into your shoulder peppering kisses on your skin. "fuck doll, you feel so good, so nice and warm, perfect for me." you whimpered at his words, how was this man so fucking hot ⁉️. your cunt fluttering around him. "god gyuv im gonna cum. so close." your right hand went upto his brown locks softly tugging at them. he just nodded in agreement. "me too sweet girl, cum with me huh, be a good girl for me." he dug his finger tips into your hips as his thrusts became sloppier. you let out a high moan as you came around his cock, cunt squeezing him nice and tight, he let out a string of swears before he came deep inside you.

letting his head fall into your neck. sucking hickies onto your collarbone his hot breath fanning the spots. you let go of his hair and softly brushed his locks instead of tugging it. you kissed the top of his head and you could feel the smile on your skin. "thank you." he muttered shyly. "whats you with being shy right now, you just fucked me stupid you know."

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[jennaortegasshoes]

can i request a G!p tara carpenter x reader where tara is stressed out because of ghostface so y/n helps her girlfriend out a little bit its a smut also the reader gives tara a blowjob it could be a drabble dosen"t matter.

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Beautiful when you cry

thank you so much for this request ahh so good!! I MAY HAVE CHANGED IT UP A BIT SORRY ABOUT THAT..

WARNINGS: G!P tara, fluff, blowj!b, short handj!b mentions of murders, uhm use of knives. tbh i think thats about it for this one.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

also taras clearly weak when it comes to orgasms 😭

The whole week has been about the ghostface killings in your home town, and its been hitting your girlfriends mental health in the gut. Her anxiety is through the roof, and you just have to let her know that shes not alone.

You watched your girlfriend as she skipped through all the news channels trying to avoid the ghostface drowned town you live in. Her fingers pressing the remote control buttons at a fast pace and her facial expressions distorted from the bottled up anxiety. "Tara..." you continued to watch her, her eyes not leaving the bright blue 'NYC NEWS' imprinted on the screen "are you worried sweetie?"

continuing to stare at the back of her head, she sighs "what if you, or me! or any of our friends for that matter are next, we were attacked last year what if it happens again" you tilted your head, opening your arms "come here, im gonna tell you why it wont happen again okay?" She lifted herself from the chair she was originally sat in, making her way over to you and sitting on your lap.

You place your hands on either side of her waist "okay sweetheart, i promise you, i promise you okay, that it wont happen, i cant say it will never happen, but it will never happen when im here, you understand tar?" You remove one of your hands from her waist and place it on the side of her face, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

She watches your movements, nodding her head in response to what she just heard you say. "No baby, im gonna need your words okay, so i know you understand" looking up at her and tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear "i understand" she nods.

"good." she looks down at you her eyes lingering around your lips, she trails her fingertips down the side of your neck. "Tara." She shakes her head replying with a subtle 'shhh' before connecting her lips with yours. "Just need you, right now okay, so bad" you take your chance to flip her over, using all your body weight to lean over her.

you watch the surprise in her eyes, leaning closer to her "Gonna give you something to take that anxiety away okay?" her eyes are heavy and full of lust "uhuh" you usually would take things a lot more slower but today you just need to take away her anxiety.

you quickly move your hands down to her shorts, pushing your finger into the sides and pulling them down, biting your lip at the bulge formed in her underwear.

"y/n. please just hurry up" her big brown bambi eyes staring down at you. Nodding you push down her underwear enough to make her bulge spring out and hit her abdomen.

looking up at her you take her cock into your hand, starting from the base and rubbing upwards, pinching her slit together once you reach the top.

a shaky moan leaves her lips "need your mouth..." you obey, finally leaving the stare you had on her eyes and looking down to take her cock into your mouth. You took her till you felt it hit the back of your throat, slightly gagging, her hands grabbed for your hair taking in a hand full as you started to bob your head up and down, licking her veins as you do so.

her hand races up to cover her mouth to block out the sound of her moans so she doesn't disturb quinn.

"you gonna cum" you managed to muffle around her cock, she nods pushing your head down deeper onto her cock, "cum for me tara, cum for me baby" once she had your permission, white spurts of cum coated your mouth and trickled down your throat.

You sucked her one last time before pulling off and wiping your mouth. "look so beautiful when i fuck you, i wonder how beautiful your gonna look when i fucking kill you"

you reach for your knife hidden in your belt underneath your shirt. With a quick swipe you pull it out stabbing tara in her lower abdomen. "hows that fucking feel, god you look even more beautiful when i stab you" you stand up watching her look up at you with her sad bambi eyes, leaning over her and slowly kissing her cheek.

"I told you id take your anxiety away"

#jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega x reader

[ghost-proofbaby]

I literally love your work and this 3k celebration is absolutely GENIUS so can I please get a filthy martini with Steve Harrington? Can it be enemies with benefits(also hate fucking? I blame you for this new trope obsession bc 24 hours GOT ME FERAL)?

nonnie i love you this is the such an incredible request i can only hope i did it justice oh my GOD

come party with me!

sweet like honey (steve harrington x fem! reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, mean steve sort of if you squint?, oral f receiving, talk of unprotected sex, cnc hickies? is that a thing? she says no and then he does it anyway?, arguing over using protection (steve says he'll convince her to not use it next time, but they use it this time!), not edited, minors dni

You hate him. You swear it to yourself, to your friends, to your own mother who sometimes points him out at sport events or at the local grocery store. You hate Steve Harrington. Simple as that. 

But maybe, just maybe, it isn't as simple as that. 

Because you hate him, yes - to your very core -  but you still always end up here. You still answer when he texts you in the middle of the night, you still meet him at your spot at the park that serves as a halfway point between your house and his, and you still end up in his lap in the backseat of the BMW his daddy bought for him. 

“This is the last time, Harrington,” you murmur through fervent kisses as you sit as comfortably as possible in his lap, “I mean it.”

He pulls back with that boyish grin that you absolutely despise, tightening his grip on your hips as his head tilts, “Of course, honey. Just like you said the last two times, right?” 

You don’t offer him an answer, instead plunging back in for a biting kiss. You imagine that if you take his bottom lip between your teeth hard enough, if you bite down with the right pressure, he’ll bleed. And the thought of tasting Steve Harrington’s blood across your tongue is more exciting than you care to admit. 

“Yes, but I really do mean it this time,” you insist against his mouth, your hangs tangling against the roots of his hair. Your goal is to mess it up, to rake through the product and all the time you know he spends in the mirror each morning, and ruin it. 

He only hums in response and urges you down onto his lap harder, the bulge confined in his jeans pressing into you more noticeably. 

“Hard already?” you tsk, rolling your hips harder against him, eliciting a load moan from his lips.

He’s just so easy. Maybe that’s why you keep coming back for more. 

“God, just shut up,” he gasps against you, moving his mouth along your jaw and neck. 

He starts to suck hard on your sweet spot, which in return makes you tug sharply on his hair. Hard enough to make him hiss in pain, “No fucking marks, how many times do I have to tell you?” 

“I know,” he says, clearly not knowing, as he continues to chuckle and trace his finger along the junction of your neck and shoulder, “But imagine just how pretty you’d look, all marked up by me.” 

“And imagine how pretty you’d look with your head between my thighs, not fucking talking,” you remark back. 

No marks. Because if he left a mark, then people might know. And you’d rather die than have anyone find out you had been fucking around with Steve Harrington the last two months. 

Steve suddenly maneuvers the two of you so that you’re laid out across the seat, fitting himself between your legs with clear practice. The two of you have been in this backseat more times than you can count, and have learned your way around the confinement of it all. 

He pushes up the flimsy sleep shorts you’d worn out, bunching them at the top of your thighs as far as they will go as he places kisses up your inner thigh, starting at your knee, “I know you said no marks, sweetie,” his tone is laced with condescending confidence, teeth nipping at the soft skin as he looks up at you, “But what about here, hm? Where no one can see them? Do we have a deal?” 

He’s going to get his way. He always knows he can get his way when he starts to soften you up like this, one hand gripping your knee and already guiding it over his shoulder as the other trails beneath the waistband of the shorts and draws circles on your hip. 

“If anyone can see them, Harrington, I’ll-”

“Kick my ass,” he finishes your sentence for you, already moving to nuzzle his nose into your thigh, “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before, babe.” 

He sucks and nips immediately at your makeshift permission, his saliva glistening against the purple bursting to life on your skin in the shape of his lips. 

“Lay off the nicknames,” you sigh, throwing your head back as his moves to make a second mark, higher up and closer to where you ache for him, “Or I will go back home and leave you with blue balls.”

His chuckle vibrates against your skin, eyes flicking up towards you. It’s a shame he’s such an absolute dick, because he looks pretty from here. Hair messed up as you intended, pupils blown wide, lips nearly magnetic against you as if he can’t get enough.

“Oh, honey, you wouldn’t,” he taunts, finally sitting up, beginning to take off your shorts, “We both know you don’t mean it, do you? You can threaten me all you want, but you still come back every,” your shorts are off, and he pauses to lean down and bite at your hip now before continuing, “single,” he moves to the other hip, sucking hard, leaving a weaker shade of violet in his path, “time.” 

You don’t reply as you whine out, hips bucking up, encouraging him to get it over with. To put his mouth where you need it most. To stop with his incessant cooing and taunting and to just fuck you with his tongue. 

He gets the message fairly clearly through his thick skull. 

And you like him best like this, quiet as he slides your panties to the side, tongue on your clit and already sliding his fingers into you, hellbent on unraveling you. He’s learned your body best at this point, knowing when to crook his fingers as he adds a second one, when to alternate between wrapping his lips around your clit to suck and using only the tip of his tongue to trace invisible shapes lost on you. He’s quiet, he’s as messy as a boy like him is capable of getting, and he knows.

But he’s eager. You’d say it’s his downfall, but you truly reap the benefits when he brings you right to the edge only to pull back and begin to make quick work of his own pants. He’s still in his jeans and polo, his work vest discarded in the front seat, his belt quickly joining it. 

You have no time to make another smart ass remark. No opportunity to poke fun at the way he bumps his head against the roof of the car or the way he struggles with his zipper a second longer than he should. Because once he’s gotten his cock out of his briefs, thick and pink and already leaking from the tip for you, he makes quick work to be inside you. 

“Condom,” you gasp out as his tip circles your interest, making him pause for the first time the entire night.

His eyebrows furrow, “You’re on the pill, yeah? We didn’t use one last time.” 

“My mistake,” you grit out, fighting the urge to just let him sink into you, to feel him stretch you in a way you both know only he can, “I know you’re fucking other girls. Wrap it, or I’m out, Harrington.” 

A sudden break of softness. In an instant, his teasing halts and he pulls back, looking at you with a hand still wrapped around his base, “I’m not fucking other girls.”

“What?”

“I said,” he leans down, warm brown eyes staring into yours, “I’m not fucking other girls. Only you. Only has been you since this entire thing started.” 

If you were an idiot, you’d read more into his words. You’d read into the fact that the town’s womanizer, Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, has taken himself off the market for you. You’d think about it the rest of the night, your entire way back home, fantasize about it as you closed your eyes and begged for sleep. 

But you’re not an idiot. So you laugh at him. 

“Bullshit,” you say, maintaining eye contact, daring him into some unspoken war between the two of you. 

You watch as his jaw locks, his eyes set in stone, before he suddenly is fumbling around the car floor and producing his wallet. He pulls a condom from where it had been nestled between an abhorrent amount of cash, and he’s hasty in ripping it open.

“Fine,” he mumbles as he rolls the latex over his cock, “Fine. You want me to wear a condom, sweet thing? I’ll wear a condom. But I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll be begging me to go raw next time.” 

Your stomach clenches, your core flutters. He hasn’t even fucked you yet, and you’re already reconsidering your insistence.

“Consider it a challenge, Harrington.” 

When the stretch finally comes, you’re preening into him, back arching and legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He’s harsh now in his actions, hardly allotting time to adjust once he bottoms out before he pulls back and repeats the motion, slamming into you harder the second time. 

He finds his rhythm quickly; he knows what you like. He knows that you want it rough, that you want him to destroy you from the inside out. Your nails claw at him through the cotton of his shirt, and you consider the ramifications if you were to tear through the fabric, leave holes and make the shirt unrecognizable. 

Mommy and daddy would probably buy him a new one. 

Your fingers dig in deeper at the thought. 

“This good, yeah?” he asks, snapping his hips up into your hard enough to that your body shifts upwards, back burning from the rough tapestry of the seat and the top of your head banging into the car door, “You like it hard, don’t you, baby?” 

No words are formed, your mouth open as whines and moans alike tear from your throat, pulling him in closer. He dips his lips back down into your shoulder, placing messy kisses up to your throat. 

“You’re always such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? What would your mother think? What would your friends think?” he presses as a hand grips your bare thigh hard enough to leave marks, holding your leg even harder to his hips, “Going all cock drunk for Steve Harrington, the boy you hate.”

“Shut up,” you groan out, grabbing at his hair and pulling harshly, trying to lift his head from your throat. He doesn’t follow the pull of your hand. Instead, he bites down on the skin he was previously kissing innocently against.

He leaves a mark. You know he does. But all you're capable of is a pathetic whine as your pussy flutters around him, sucking him deeper into you. 

“Fucking knew it,” he mumbles against the skin before his tongue lathes over the spot that still stings, “Fucking knew you loved being marked up, baby. Tried to stop me all this time because you knew you loved it so much.” 

“Steve,” you beg as your head hits the door yet again from the force of another thrust.

He slows his movements, head lifting to take in your features. Your teary eyes, your heaving chest to match his own, “Fuck, too hard?”

You breathlessly laugh, shaking your head, pressing your heel into his lower back, “Harder. Please.” 

Those two words are all it takes. Something snaps inside of Steve right there, in his backseat, you a writhing mess beneath him as his jeans continue to slip down his thighs. Your pleads are his command; he offers the smallest of mercies by moving a palm to protect the top of your head before his thrusts turn animalistic. 

He’s pounding into you as if his life depends on it, as if your pussy is a warm and wet savior he had sought out for years. The surrounding windows begin to fog over as he presses his sweaty forehead to yours, swallowing each of your mewls in exchange for guttural moans of his own. Your pussy clenches down on him, hard, and it does nothing to slow his pace. 

“Fuck,” you call out, back arching further. His hand trails below you and settles into the curve of your lower back, pressing you up against him further as he continues. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Please, fuck- Don’t stop. Please, please.”

Steve laughs lowly at your babbling, “I’m not, sweetheart. I’m not. Let go.” 

Just like that, you feel the pleasure heat up your core, molten between your hips as you feel every inch of him continue to stretch your walls. His hips begin to stutter as you tighten around him, crying out as the coil tightens to it’s breaking point. It overflows from you, whimpers and cries alike as he kisses them away with clashing lips and teeth. The waves of euphoria are still consuming you and dragging you under when he suddenly stiffens, stilling deep inside of you and collapsing down on top of your chest, groaning the loudest of the night between pants, his hand still curled into the small of your back. 

You suddenly wish you could feel his heat filling you. He was right - next time, there will be no condoms. You want to feel him, need to feel all of him. 

You both are quiet as you catch your breaths, neither saying a word as you come down from your highs. In a moment of innocent serenity, accidental peace amongst enemies, he presses his cheek against your sternum through your own shirt. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest against your torso. 

But the peace must end. Because you’re you, and Steve’s Steve, and the two of you can only fit together so effortlessly for so long.  He finally lifts his head, the devilish boyish grin returning, as he asks, “So, same time tomorrow, honey?”

#3k celebration #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #side note i tried to make a divider for this event but can't figure out how to make it transparent boooo #i wrote this in like an hour i'm sorry if it sucks haha #it simply poured out of me the moment i saw the request

[devildomditzy]

Hey 🥰🥰 congrats on the milestone sweetie!! 💕

May I request Mammon + 💐🤗 + “Do you remember when we first met?”

I thought ab making it sfw, something romantic. I think you'll enjoy it. Everything for our hubby hah 💕💕 he's so wholesome! Tbh can't wait to see what you'll come up with! Have a nice day! ❤️

aaaahh hi! thank you 🥺 you’re such a good artist everytime i see you in my feed i’m like, what are you doing here? im just a little guy.

like a little rat chef, i will cook something up for you!

(This got way too long I’m sorry LMAO, I have feelings for him)

Also, this one is a liiillll suggestive

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He’s been really antsy since you fell ass first onto Satan.

He’s been really fidgety since the whole hellfire newt syrup incident.

He’s been really shy since Solomon brought you back to the Devildom for undisclosed reasons.

He’s been really docile since your return.

And for the LIFE of you, you can’t figure out why.

You tried interrogating the others, hoping to gather any information as to why Mammon was being… well… less of a dick to you in general.

You always had this playful back and forth with the second born that you had come to love. But, with his usual bite gone, you began to worry something was just wrong.

“Hun, you always make him all fidgety. And sweaty. It’s really gross”, Asmo says, scrunching up his face in disgust.

You huff, rolling over on his bed to face him. “I’m aware. But this is worse than usual. It’s like he’s scared of me all of a sudden. Like he’s avoiding me.”

“We’ll, Id say he’d be an idiot to ignore the likes of you, but he’s also, quite frankly, always an idiot.”

“Azzy”, you deadpan, sending him a pointed look. He throws his hands up in defeat.

“Okay, okay! I get it. You see something in my poor, stupid older brother. And while I can’t fathom what that is, I know he sees something in you too. We all do, but he definitely wants to fuck you.”

“Asmo! Not helping!”

The avatar of lust continues staring at his nails, fussing with a bottle of polish as he fills in any visible gaps.

“Hmm… have you tried being direct? Sometimes you have to be direct with these men. Ya know, take what you want?”, he glances in your direction, licking his lips.

“I’m just trying to figure out why he’s ignoring me! I’m not trying to get into his pants.”

“A shame, really.”

“Asmo!”

“Here’s an idea! Let’s spy on him!”, he sings, eyes blowing wide with excitement.

“What? No! No, I can’t do that. That’s like, an invasion of privacy!”

“Oh, and you think he hasn’t done the same to you?”

Your face falls a bit as you question him, “…has he?”

Asmo lays a tentative hand on top of your. “Sweetie, we all have.”

“Huh. Like together or?”

“Not important!”, he smiles, “What is important is that we get this show on the road so we can get intel.”

The sickening grin on his face does nothing to settle your nerves.

That’s how you find yourself here, comically shoved up against Asmo as you shared a bench in town square, peering out at the subject of your affection from behind a copy of the latest edition of the RAD newspaper.

“There is absolutely no way he won’t spot us”, you grumble to the strawberry blonde.

“He will if you don’t be quiet! Now watch!”

“What is he doing?”

“It looks like he’s buying something from that stand. ~Oh, could it be?”

You don’t like the glint in Asmo’s voice.

“Could what be?”

“It looks like he did listen to my advice”, he smooths. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“What advice? Asmo what’s going on? What aren’t you telling me!”, you try to sound urgent, but you have a feeling he won’t tell you either way.

“No need to worry love”, he chirps, “Looks like my dear older brother will be back in your good graces soon enough”. He grabs your wrist, dragging you back towards the house with a force you know you cannot break free from.

“H-Hey!”

“Just trust me on this one hun!”

As night begins to fall, you sit alone in your dorm room nervously biting your thumbnail. You and Asmo’s rendezvous did nothing to quell you worry, and on top of that the fifth eldest was being cryptic as hell since you got back to the house.

A knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts. “Asmo, I already told you if you’re not going to tell me what he’s doing, leave me alo-”

The words die in your throat as you rip open the door to be met with the piercing eyes of the second born.

“M-Mammon…hey uh, what are you doing-”

Once more you go quiet, eyes flitting down to where he held a large bouquet of yellow roses.

As you return your gaze to his face, you find him beet red, and almost…shaking?

“I uh- I-I, I got these flowers and I just thought you’d want them. N-No reason! I-In fact, they weren’t for you! They were for u-uhhh…little d no. 2! Yeah! But since I can’t find him, you can have ‘em.”

You lean against the door frame, crossing your arms across your chest, smiling up at him.

“Uh huh, little d no. 2, huh? What made you want to buy him a dozen roses?”

“What? Can’t a proud papa bring his son some flowers?”

“Oh, so now you admit he’s your son?”

“I-I didn’t. I mean- Ugh! Here! Just take ‘em!”, he exclaims shoving them into your hands, pushing past you into your room. You swear you hear him mumble “pain in my ass”, to himself. You can’t stop the grin that spreads on your face.

You shut the door, making sure to lock it. Something tells you this isn’t going to be a normal conversation, and the last thing you need is Levi bursting in asking you if you want to watch the latest episode of “Help! My Mystical Girlfriend Turned Into A Cat and Now I Want to Be One Too!”

He sits on the edge of your bed, hands nervously gripping his knees for dear life. His gaze is fixed on a spot on your floor, and you can’t help but tease him.

“My floor that interesting, huh?”

He snaps out of his stupor, turning to look at you. You swear you see him gulp.

“So, what’s up with you? Ever since I came back, I feel like you’ve been distant. I missed you Mams, and now I’m here and you’re avoiding me?”

It takes him a beat, but he squeaks out a small “sorry.”

You hum, a small noise of recognition before scooting a little closer to him on the bed. He visibly tenses.

“Mamm-”

“DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE FIRST MET?”, he nervously lets out, cutting you off. He still won’t make eye contact.

“Of course I do. How could I forget!”, you giggle. “It’s the first time someone threatened to eat me if I didn’t give them all my ‘mortal possessions’”.

He seems to loosen up a bit at the joke, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I was kinda a dick back then.”

“Oh? Only back then?”

“Watch it!”

You suppress your laughter as he continues.

“At first, I only saw ya as a pain in my ass. AND ya still are. B-But then I got to know ya and we started doin’ everythin’ together and… I dunno”, he trails off.

“You don’t know…what?”, you question.

He runs a hand over the half of his face not cover by his glasses. His eyes close as he takes a deep breath.

He turns his position to better face you, eyes now looking directly into yours.

“I guess…I dunno when you became so important to me.”

“Oh.”

You’re both quiet for a moment.

“Asmo told me I should tell ya, but I’m no good at this stuff,” he gives a small forced chuckle. “And I probably wouldn’t have realized, but yer leavin’ back to the human realm…I think you took a part of me with ya.”

“Oh.”

“An essentially I guess I’m tryin to say…dammit..I’m tryin to say… GIVE IT BACK, OKAY?!”

Your eyes widen in surprise at his sudden raise in voice. “And how do I go about doing that, Mammon?”

He seems to pick up a bit of his usually bravado, finally getting out with it. “Well, obviously if ya take something from the Avatar of Greed, ya gotta pay it back, with interest.”

You smirk, leaning into his personal space, bringing your face closer to his, eyes glancing down to his lips.

“Oh yeah? Can I sign up for your payment plan?”, you mumble, trying to express your need with your movements.

He almost shoots backwards before catching himself, composing his nerves and moving his eyes to your own lips. “I dunno, ya could be payin’ it back yer whole life. Might still not be off the hook after that.”

“Mmm, I better get started then”, you whisper, leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

He tastes sweeter than you ever imagined, lips slowly molding to your own as you feel goosebumps beginning to form. One of his hands wraps around you, tentatively holding you closer to him, not letting you go, never letting you go.

You lean back after a beat to get some much needed air in your lungs. He shakily breathes out, eyes closed like he still can’t believe what just happened.

You smirk at him as you reach a hand up to his cheek, thumb running gently back and forth.

“Will this destroy my credit, golden boy?”

He opens his eyes, gaze much more intense now as he looks toward you, something unreadable in his eyes.

“No. But… we might just destroy this bed frame”, he grins wolfishly as he pulls you down.

Huh. What do you know? Asmo was right about something.

#kit’s playhouse #obey me #mammon #obey me shall we date #om #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me headcannons #obey me mc #mammon headcannons #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #mammon x y/n #dddroadto2kevent #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me drabbles #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeous #mammon drabble #om mammon #omswd mammon #om asmodeus #om mc #omswd asmodeous #om asmo #omswd asmo

[yakuzacanons]

could we maybe possibly get a kissing hcs pt3 with the y7 gang?

pretty please 👉🏻👈🏻🥹

But of course u can, sweetie anon. Headcanons below da cut, might be some mild NSFW below but nothing too out there.

Part 1 can be found HERE | Part 2 can be found HERE

Ichiban Kasuga

Sweetest kisser, honestly. Just very tender and playful as a whole. It's most common for him to kiss you on the cheek or forehead.

Saves kissing on the mouth for when you two are alone, as it's a very special thing for him.

Blushes like hell if you initiate any form of kissing with him. Weak for neck kisses, just FYI. Do with that what you will.

Yu Nanba

Not the most physically affectionate of the Ichigang, unfortunately. It's mostly because he's shy though. Mostly gives you a kiss on the cheek either as a greeting or as a goodbye when he has to go do something.

He's seldom horny but you'll know when he is because he will want to kiss you on the lips a LOT. If he's really going for it all of the sudden, it's almost entirely because he wants to get it on.

Loves when you give him a kiss on the top of his head or on his forehead. Makes him feel so small and cared for.

Adachi Koichi

Out of everyone in the Ichigang, he's the most likely to use a good old fashioned kiss on the lips over any other form of kissing. Why knock a tried and true strategy?

Will give you a kiss on the back of your hand when he's feeling playful or if he's joking around. Also loves to just nuzzle your neck sometimes. Yes, it does tickle a little because he usually has some stubble.

If he's horny, he won't let you know with kisses. It's usually his hands that do the talking.

Tianyou Zhao

Can only be described as a drive-by kisser. Type of guy to just plant a kiss on your cheek, lips, or even on the tip of your nose as he's just walking by you. Loves leaving you flustered.

Unlike most of the boys, he kisses with tongue regardless of how horny he is so you can't use that to gauge his mood. But would it really be Zhao if he made it THAT obvious? Even at his horniest, he's too much of a tease to give it away with just a kiss.

If you initiate a kiss with him, he has to, in his words "get you back". He's like the tickle monster but with kisses. Like you can kiss him whenever or wherever, he loves that. But you are getting kissed back almost immediately.

Joon-Gi Han

Absolutely the softest kisser on the planet. Not exactly what you'd call sweet in the same way Ichiban or Daigo is but he's very delicate. Softest lips in the Ichigang too.

He's got that whole featherlight anime/kdrama first kiss vibe going on. Might feel like you died and went to heaven for a few minutes after the first time he kisses you.

Having said that, his kisses are the biggest most giantest tell when he's horny because he will suddenly be VERY aggressive. Tongue and biting included.

#majima megaphone moment #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #zhao tianyou #tianyou zhao #joon gi han #han joon gi #yu nanba #koichi adachi #ichiban kasuga #yakuza like a dragon #ichigang #<-introducing a new hashtag btw #it's ichigang from now on in here boyos

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Bunch of Stuff Coming in August

July 2023 Wk 5

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Laws of Attraction (Sat iQIYI) 2-3 of 8 - Oh good, we now know that Thailand has the same statutory rape laws as the US. Dub con is as dub con does. MEANWHILE Oh my God I love evil lawyer cutie so much. Him and his beautiful weaponized smile, maybe my new favorite character. I like the way this director is playing with noir mystery tropes, settings, and archetypes too - it’s feeling very 60s pulp, I’m getting gay Travis McGee vibes. Grandma knowing that her grandson likes boys is so sweet. I have to be completely frank here, this is what I wanted from both Manner of Death and KP. I truly love this show

Hidden Agenda that isn’t hidden (Sun GMMTV YouTube) ep 3 of 10 - It’s a very Cyrano de Bergerac kind of narrative... If Cyrano fell in love with Christian instead of Roxanne. Mock date was fun. 

Low Frequency (Sat iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - Into the lion’s den. Investigation begins. Why isn’t the ghost acting lookout? Who are these random side characters? I’m confused. Half way through kiss is right on schedule tho. 

Wedding Plan (Weds YT & iQIYI) ep 2 of 7 - The kiss was nice, but it’d be nicer if Nuea had punched Lom. Manipulative arse. A trash watch is happening!

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 4 of 12 - Meh. 

Dinosaur Love (Sun iQIYI) ep 5 of 8 eps - The hazing has begun + secret relationship and it’s kinda like a v soft SOTUS. Dino is getting a bit too controlling and obsessive for me so it slid down the ranks. I much prefer La Cusine’s version of this dynamic. The friends protecting Dino’s interests were funny tho - boy is so obsessed he outsources his stalking. 

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 10 of 12 - Max is BEST BOY. I hate Kawi. Tra la la. Trash watch here.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Jun & Jun (Korea Thurs Viki) 2 of 8 - Our ex idol is a total FLIRT. Nice to see an uke with agency. I mean baby girl is a newbie worker bee… but still flirty, good for you, sweetie. I see your little lip bite and so does your soon to be husband. Speaking of, I love Choi Jun’s style of seme aggression: a little sleezy + a bit too handsy + ultra clever with his words. Plus tie tug!!! Also threatening to take off your TAILORED suit so baby wears your shirt and smells like you? HOT. Boy you sped right past American style and into Italian - that’s real Corinthian leather, that is. 

Stay By My Side (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 5 of 10 eps - Mid series kiss right on schedule. Thank you for never upsetting me, Taiwan. Omg. Such boyfriends. Only Taiwan gets this sappy. I have to say, I watch this show after Tokyo on purpose. (I need the pallet cleanser.) Still, I’m scared that the perception will be that Bu Xia is using Jiang Chi, not in love with him, when the truth about ghosts comes out. Why doesn’t BX’s useless sister do something for her disaster brother? I guess JC likes a needy boy? Oh no, the kiss confusion. Lip touch but rejection (?). Nooooo. I suppose they have to draw this out for 10 eps. Gah, they’re so cute. But BX is a bit dim, isn’t he? Poor thing. 

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) 4 of 12 eps - Shin is such a worrywart, over protective, over the top boyfriend. I guess we saw a little bit of give from Minato? More than usual, baby steps. This is Japan after all.

Tokyo in April is... AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - Japan’s favorite trope = the running of the gays. Kazama knows everything now. Ep ends on one of my few triggers. SKIP! Japan you better NOT go there.

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 11-12fin - terrible ending, he turned back into a cat and the whole thing was pointless. I am very annoyed. 4/10 FATALLY FLAWED 

It’s airing but ...

Stay With Me ... NO I WILL NOT! And you can’t make me.

In case you missed it

Stay (Pinoy YouTube) finished its run at 7 eps. It’s mostly English & set in LA (shudder) so I did not bother. I say little to no chatter about this (that’s normal with the Pinoy stuff tho). Did anyone watch and enjoy? 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming August 2023

8/1 Stay Still (Hong Kong Tues YouTube) 5 eps - Yes we have had BL from Hong Kong before, but that was... before... who knows what it’ll be like now. Hayden, moves into a new apartment and starts a complicated relationship with his neighbor’s grandson, Damien, after an unexpected kiss. Meanwhile: Archie rekindles a romance with his high school sweetheart, Kelvin, who is now married.

8/11 Love Class Season 2 (Korea Fri Viki) 10 eps - Hyun, Minwoo and Joo-Hyuk are looking forward to their freshman year at college. But trials and tribulations of love that await them outside the classroom: from learning about maturity to being unable to forget the scars of past lovers. (All new cast from season 1.) 

8/12 My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat ????) 8 eps - hum. 

8/19 Love in Translation (Thai Sat One31) ? eps - Two strangers start working in a cafe together.

8/20 My Universe series begins (Thai Sun iQIYI) 24 episodes - This is sampler pack BL, 12 pairs, each pair gets 2 episodes, not entirely sure on the order they’ll drop in. Known couples include EarthBank from Destiny Seeker and KaownahTurbo from Love Stage!!!, mostly fresh faces otherwise. Jane to direct several. 

8/22 Kisseki: Dear to Me formerly known as Miracle (Taiwan Tues ????) 13 eps - From screenwriter Lin Pei Yu (We Best Love, H3: Trapped) features a student doctor forced to take care of a gangster. I love the premise and like the writer, I’m thinking Viki or Gaga will get this one.  

8/24 Man Suang (Thailand movie domestic cinemas) - historical drama about Thai burlesque with KP’s MileApo. Tong is in this one too? 

8/? Sing My Crush previously Follow The Wind (Korea ????) 8 eps - supposed to have released in the first half of 2022 this is a adaption of Myung’s webtoon, from the director of My Sweet Dear, and the Love Tractor production house, looks like Korea does About Youth.

8/? Why R U? (Korean remake)  is supposed to be out this month, filming started in sept 22. I find everything about this hilarious. I mean if Korea remakes it, we lose all the sexy and then... would we have a story at all? No we would not. Not even for six short eps. It’d be like one of those mesh shopping bags. 

We can probably expect a new BL from GMMTV too, to slot into BMF’s spot mid month. 

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I do love a hyung romance, and this aggressive ghost-ish thing is working for me. (Low Frequency) 

Hidden Agenda + My Ride. 

So coy

I agree with @heretherebedork​ that these two make a great side couple but I am utterly in love with...

HER. (All Laws of Attraction.) 

(Last week)

#this week in BL #bl news #BL reviews #korean bl #japanese bl #thai bl #taiwanese bl #Rakutan Viki #gagaoolala #BL coming August 2023 #Vietnamese BL #Laws of Attraction #Hidden Agenda the series #Wedding Plan the series #Low Frequency the series #Be Mine Super Star #Dinosaur Love #Be My Favorite #Jun & Jun #Stay By My Side #Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 #Shigatsu no Tokyo wa #Vian the series review #Tokyo in April is... #Love Class Season 2 #Kisseki: Dear to Me #Man Suang #Sing My Crush #Why R U?

[sulumuns-dootah]

25.12. Beelzebub - Sampling icing (18+)

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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“Try this one, it's blueberry.” a spatula with a blue tinted buttercream is handed to you by a tan hand belonging to nobody else than Beelzebub. You've been the taste tester for some of his new holiday recipes, many of which were just different icings and frostings.

There is some strange erotic energy to all of this. Maybe because he's wearing an apron with a picture of hanging meat and the words 'Well Hung' on it, making a rather obvious innuendo. Or maybe it's because he's not wearing any top underneath. Maybe not even pants, but you can't tell since that part of him is hidden by the kitchen island you're sitting at.

You've never eaten anything from him before and for a good reason. Everyone did warn you to never eat the things he makes, as they usually have grave consequences. Beel doesn't seem to mind that other demons refuse his cooking, but you still felt kinda bad about turning him down.

Now you're kinda glad you accepted. His cooking is good, but the mood in the room is so electric you can't help but feel an ever growing excitement in your lower belly. Hopefully your tasting will soon be over so you can go back to your room and take care of your need.

“I like the consistency of this one more, though. It also nicely stays on the skin.” Beelzebub grabs a piping bag filled with with pink frosting and writes the words 'Eat me' on the inner side of his arm. He shows it to you more clearly and the sudden wave of wanting to lick it all off hits you like a truck. You bite your lip and hum, trying to look like nothing's wrong, which causes him to chuckle a bit.

“You okay, sweetie?” he grins at you with a wink.

“Uh.. Yeah... It's just that the shade of pink looks good with your skin color.” you blush at his endearment and and run a hand through your hair to elevate the building tension in your body. If that's not the last icing, you won't be able to think clearly soon.

Beel sets the piping bag down and walks around the kitchen island and stands behind you. He softly takes a whiff of your neck and hums while chuckling. Before you can ask him what he's doing, his inner arm is held in front of your face. “Have some, tastes better than it looks.”

The sudden closeness to him makes the air feel more electric, like he's the cause of this whole arousing energy. You're not sure if he was serious, but you still lover your head and lick part of the 'E'. The flavor explodes on your tongue and travels straight to your pussy. The involuntary moan you let out seems to amuse Beel and prompts you to taste more. With a few more licks and moans the frosting is off his skin and the wetness you feel in your underwear is undeniable now.

“Enjoying yourself? I knew you'd like this one. Mabe I should also have a little taste. I bet you taste sweeter than any icing out there.” he whispers into your ear and nibbles on it while you're processing what he's just said. So he knew what he was doing and it wasn't just your imagination. The erotic vibe really was there. Wait... Is that why everyone avoids his cooking?

A deep moan coming from Beel interrupts your thinking. His hands are now on your hips and kneading the meat they're holding. Some of his fingers are under the waistband of your shorts that is slowly moving down. His touch is hot, unlike any demon you've met before.

“So what do you say, do I get to taste your icing?” he asks again, making sure you know what he meant.

The only way you're able to respond is a nod, which sets so much things into motion. All the bowls and utensils previously on the kitchen island are thrown on the ground and replaced by you, without your shorts. How and when they came off of you is a great mystery unknown to mankind to this day.

The barstool you've been sitting on this whole time is now across the room and in its place is kneeling Beel, still in that damn apron. Seeing him now whole you find out, he rally wasn't even wearing pants. He must've planned this from the beginning. He's licking his lips and trying to brush his hair out of the way.

Only now you realise how cold the marble countertop is, but not for long because the hungry demon before you spreads your legs and moans at the sight alone. You would do the same, but you're still shaken from your sudden transition from sitting on a stool to being the main course yourself.

You're expecting him to delve straight in with how eagerly he disregarded everything in the way of him getting what he wants, but to your surprise he reaches for the piping bag and writes something on your inner thighs. You push yourself up higher and try to peek down, but the angle isn't just right an all you can see from your angle is a mess of icing.

“Wondering what I've written? Oh, just marking my territory...” Beel snaps a quick photo on his phone that appeared out of thin air, or so you guess. There's no way he would have it on him, since the apron has no pockets and he's not wearing anything else.

He shows you the photo and the photo itself turns you on even more. It shows that he's written 'King's property' on your legs. But what draws your attention more is how dripping wet you are. That frosting really did a number on you.

When Beel sees your reaction, he's quick to set the phone aside and start licking the frosting off your legs. Many of his licks are followed by a bite to keep the words on your skin even after he's done with devouring you. It's already enough to make you come, but you desperately try to hold off.

Finally licking off the last bit, Beel's head rises slightly to make sure you're watching him dive into your aching pussy. His eyes are so clouded with lust you're surprised he can still contain himself. The apron is covering him fully, but there's no way his dick isn't aching too.

The moan that comes out of you once his tongue finally makes a contact with your clit was probably loud enough to be heard by anyone in the castle, but you don't care. There's no shame in being pleased by the king himself. If you were clearly thinking, you might feel a slightest tinge of shame, but not now. All you care about now is to come on his tongue.

You both seem to have that goal in common, with how feverishly he's lapping at your folds and sucking on your clit. The wet sounds making their way to your ears have you shaking with pleasure and bringing you much closer than you'd like to be. You try oh so desperately to last, but it's almost like Beel want the right opposite.

Despite your attempts at delaying your orgasm as much as you can, you come fast and with a scream, that surely woke up even Amon. The feeling of your pussy squirting is unmistakable and Beel rewards you with multiple moans and grunts while drinking everything up.

“Just like I expected. You're sweeter than any icing out there.” Beel gets up and takes off the apron to uncover his dripping cock, slowly stroking it.

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"I've made some cupcakes with inspiration from restraurants in Abaddon, want to help me find out what they do?"

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad? #whb beelzebub #whb smut #the yule festival of hell

[goldenempyrean]

aaaaa hi!! i love all the work you put out <3 also saw that requests are now open soooo can i request the prompt “naps are only for babies and old people. im neither.” for wanda and sick reader? pretty please?

“Make me.” 

〚 Notes - Sorry this is a little short but I thought it was still super cute. This rec's been gathering dust in my inbox so I'm glad its finally done! I haven't edited this yet so beware of errors :p 〛

〚 Summary - You're sick and refusing to rest but Wanda isn't about to let that continue for long. So you'd better watch your words.〛

〚 Wordcount - 655 〛

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“Go lie down before I make you.” Wanda huffed in annoyance you sat at the meeting table with your arms crossed defiantly, red nosed and sniffly, “You’re not being in the meeting, that’s final.” 

“That’s not for you to decide.” You replied with a little more bite then intended before turning away from the table to let out a few chesty coughs which only made the burning in the back of your throat intensity tenfold, “I need to be here.” 

“No you don’t.” Wanda groaned, “This meeting isn’t even important for a start so I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn when you’re obviously feeling terrible.” 

“I don’t feel terrible,” Well, that was obviously a lie, “It doesn’t matter if it’s not important, I'm part of the team so I should be herehh- HHeh’schoo!” 

You heard your girlfriend sigh as you sneezed, “It’s not that we don’t want you here, I even offered to come lay down with you. But you’re literally contagious Y/N,” She explained, her eyes casting over to where Maria was sat, currently being lectured by Nat to go rest herself, “You’re probably already infected half the agents here so please, can you just go and rest.” 

You did feel a little bad about that. Being aware of your own germs wasn’t really at the top of your priority list so you hadn’t even noticed that the agents around the compound had been all catching your cold. But still, you’d never missed a meeting before and your fever-fogged brain wasn’t about to ruin that streak, “Naps are only for babies and old people. im neither.” 

Your girlfriend shook her head again, clearly her patience had run out, “Y/N, this is the last I’ll ask nicely. Get your ass to bed now.” 

You should’ve known to watch your words when Wanda used that tone, it was obvious that she really was at the end of her tether. But your foggy mind didn’t pick up on the fact and your next words made the whole room fall suddenly silent. 

“Make me.” 

Wanda's eyes turn hard and her tone sharp when you challenge her. "You want to be an infant and be made to do something? Fine." The next thing you knew, there was a red glow surrounding your body as you were hoisted into the air, hovering several feet from your chair, “You’re going to bed one way or another.” 

“Put me down now.” You almost growled the words as Wanda continued to hold you in the grasp on her magic. 

But your girlfriend only shook her head as she kept you safely in her hold, slowly guiding you out of the meeting room and in the obvious direction back to your bedroom as she carefully followed behind. “Nope, sorry sweetie but if you’re going to be a pain in my ass about not resting then this is the only solution.” 

A soft groan of defeat escapes your lips. As Wanda carries you through the corridor and into the bedroom, you tried not to whine any further. Her magic is so powerful, you couldn't escape even if you wanted to; and honestly... you don't want to. The bed is cosy and inviting. Your tired body welcomed the plush linen as she placed you on the duvet, a deep sigh rumbling from your chest as you sink into the bed, “Wands?” 

“Yes, my love?” You can see it in her eyes that she isn't mad anymore, just happy that you’re finally in bed. 

“Can you stay?” 

Of course," Wanda replies affectionately, leaning down to kiss your head. She lingers there for a moment, rubbing her cheek against the crown of your head. Your fever will surely break soon, and you can already feel yourself beginning to breathe easier. Soon, the exhaustion will start to set in and you’d fall into a gentle asleep against the woman who loved you most in the world. 

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Replies

A couple of replies related to our artwork from yesterday + a couple of shippy ones! Plus I think one of the replies works as a mini-hc list for our Idia ships…

Anonymous asked:

Idia, Sweetie, why are your pants so low? Someone’s liable to pull them them clean off…

Idia’s pants are escaping… the whole room reeks of danger, so his pants obtained sentience and managed to pull themselves lower. Just a couple more minutes, and they’ll run away.

Well, the Tweels will rip them off before they achieve this goal…

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

You have now awoken my old TWST Lab AU thanks to your Leech x Idia art work. I'm talking the overblots as patients and the first years are also patients while most of the second and third years are doctors and nurses, a lot of sneaking stuff in and sneaking off for some hardcore fun, we even had a rp (me and my friend) where Riddle got tired of the rage tests and shocks he got and had a three way between Azul and Floyd to let off steam

Damn that sounds great lol You guys always have a lot of fun! I’m glad Azul and Floyd were there to help Riddle out, tests and shocks sound tough~

I don’t know, labs and hospitals are such a sexy setting, especially when there is a darker twist to them.

Anonymous asked:

Idia will not love to meet the tweels' parents. I'm sure it will be misery for him to do so.

Oh absolutely. I think Idia would hate meeting anyone’s  parents to be honest, even Azul’s mom, who is supposed to be a lovely woman lol But the Tweels’ parents are way too intimidating. And if they act friendly, it’s somehow even more scary!

Anonymous asked:

Is there anything that Idia would see his lover doing that would drive him crazy (in a good way, of course) i.e. biting their lip, twirling their hair, anything?

Hmm, it’s not like it drives him super crazy, but he tends to unintentionally start to stare and feel a bit excited, when…

Azul opens jars and bottles with seemingly 0 effort. Not like he does it often in front of Idia, but that’s one of the reasons Idia could never get used to it. Maybe also when Azul bites his lip, but that’s because of his beauty mark – it kind of attracts Idia’s attention.

Lilia messages him first or sends an emote (he does it super rarely, so it’s always a big deal and makes Idia very happy), or looks at him with a smug and intimidating face. Idia would never admit that he likes the latter though.

Floyd runs/parkours past him. Not only it feels great when he isn’t chasing Idia, but also… damn that’s fast. And the way Floyd’s body works is almost freaky, he truly resembles an animal when he does this type of stuff. He’s so big.

Jade does anything with his hands/fingers: cooks, folds paper, writes something down. Idia kind of looks at him a lot during their housewarden/vice-housewarden meetings, Jade’s hands are very… agile. And long. Makes one’s mind wander. Plus, Jade always makes it look effortless and exceptionally precise, as if he’s not human.

Sebek holds a bunch of heavy objects, like chairs or boxes, and showcases his strength in any other way, but it has to be casual, because otherwise it’s like Sebek is bragging about being strong. The fact that this isn’t a big deal to him at all is what makes Idia stare. 

Ortho does anything!!! He is a cutie! But if we’re being serious, get these “tingly” moments when Ortho acts like a handsome young man. Winks at him, does gentlemanly/boyfriend gestures, says something straight out of either a romance manga or a movie. It’s very unusual, and Ortho’s been doing it more often lately. Maybe it’s on purpose?

Anonymous asked:

I was about to ask if you like Floyd x Cater or Sebek x Cater or Jack x Cater but then I read yer bio :( so do you have other Cater ships? I'm super curious since I don't see ya talking about him a lot

Yeah, sorry… even if it wasn’t for our top/bottom thing, these dynamics aren’t really our cup of tea unfortunately :(

We don’t have any major Cater ships, but we did talk about a couple of them before: Cater/Vil, Cater/Idia and Cater/Malleus. All of those are intriguing, and if we didn’t have all the other ships that keep us busy, I probably would’ve sketched them, but I just never have time for Cater somehow…

Anonymous asked:

You fw Floyd/Deuce? 👁👁

They have potential~ We talked about them here.

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OOOOO BESTIE !! Can I give Law a treat ?! 🍬🍬🍬🍬💖💖💖 🤭🤭🤭🤭 you're so precious AA

Geez, Law, How come Softy let you have two treats?! (See law other treat here hehe)

And HII SWEETIE MWAH MWAH THANK YOU &lt;3

“That’s salt not sugar, sweetie. Now, I know just because you’re usually grumpy and salty that you like things on the more salty side, but no one is going to eat these cakes if we add in 2 cups of salt.” You grab the container of white powder out of Law’s hand and replace it with a different container also containing a white powder. Law exhales out, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he whips the bowl of ingredients together. “That's why I said you should label these, they all look the same to me.” Law voices call out to you as you go to set the oven temperature. 

“Then you know how I feel when you ask me to help out in the lab.” You retorted back with a smile. “Oy! At least I label my items.” “Yeah, but I can’t tell the differences between ‘Aripiprazole’ and ‘Anastrozole’ when they sound the same.” You bend down to grab some trays when you hear Law mutter under his breath; “They don’t sound the same..” You roll your eyes at him, setting down the tray as Law finishes whipping the batter together. 

You were thankful that Law had a keen eye for measuring out ingredients even if he couldn't tell the difference between them, after working in the lab and measuring precise measurements for pills and liquids. He was quite useful when it came to baking just as long as he followed your directions to the letter, that is, with some grumbles here and there, your confectionery creations were always a big hit with the crew. Today was a special kind of bake day as you were making red velvet cake with ‘bloodied’ raspberries sauce on top and in the filling, in honor of the holiday spirit. 

The cake batter was ready and whipped to perfection by law, as you ogled his biceps for a bit, wanting to take a bite of it as well. He looks over at you with a knowing smirk but you said nothing as you took the bowl from him and started to pour it in the cake trays. Around four of them to be precise, two double layered cakes for the whole crew to enjoy later. Law helped you pop them in the oven as you get another bowl ready for the raspberries filling. 

The raspberries were already diced and simmered down and cooled so you just unceremoniously dumped them in the bowl with the rest of the things you needed and began to whip them together yourself while Law watches. “You sure, you don’t need help with that, Y/N-ya?” He leans down to your level, propping an elbow up on the table. You bump your elbow into his side; “I think I can handle some raspberries by myself.” You made a show of turning the whisk extra hard to show off but whiffing it and causing some of the filling to splatter out onto Law’s face. 

A smear of red and fruity sauce painted itself across Law’s nose and cheek. You gasp out, holding a hand over your mouth as you struggle not to laugh at the sight. “Sorry, honey, let me get that for you.” You took some paper towels and went to wipe the sauce off while Law stared down at you, when your hand got close to his face, he grabbed your wrist and tenderly bit down on your finger. “Hey! What was that for?!” You shivered and almost moaned as Law swiped his tongue around your finger, 

Draggin you forward to meet with him, chest to face, as he tilts his head down, his lips hovering over yours. “Close your eyes..” He whispers, voice husky and flowy. You followed his command, closing your eyes down and waiting for his lips to meet with yours. When you felt an odd, wet, and sticky feeling on your lips instead, opening them to find Law swiping some of the raspberries sauce on your lips, “He-mmph!” As you part your lips to yell at him, he shoves his finger in, coating your tongue in the sugary flavoring. 

This time, moans came out freely as Law took his finger out, soaked in your spit and replaced it with his tongue. Catching a few licks of the remaining sauce on your tongue. Wet slurping noises filled the kitchen air as you two stayed in this moment for a while, only breaking apart to catch some air. Law licks his lips as he takes the bowl away from you and starts whisking it himself.

 “The sauce tasted good but a little lumpy. I told you, you needed my help.” The kitchen was later covered in a strange red liquid as you took the bowl back and threw it at Law. The both of you disappear to ‘help clean each other up’, forgetting about the sweet treats you planned to bake and indulging in a different kind of treat for the night…

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[ahgasegotarmy116]

how would difh family dinners and gatherings be like? i can imagine that oc would be constantly tensed around jungkook, who will be playing games with her mind every now and then, while her husband and mother-in-law will be oblivious, happily spending time with the children?

does oc also get tensed whenever the children hug jungkook or want to be carried by him? she probably hates it.

Sorry this took so long but I made it a bit longer to make up for it 😭 I hope you enjoy!

p.s. not edited sorryyyyy

(Also if you're the same person that sent the other similar ask I'm planning on doing another family dinner scene later so I'll hold onto that ask 💜)

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"Good boy, look at you!" I coo at my son as I feed him his first bite of mashed potatoes. "Is this his first time trying something like this?" my mother in law asks. "We've been trying new foods like oatmeal and apple sauce and they went fine so we figured it was time to try something new" my husband says as he wipes the various foods off of my daughter's face since she's made quiet the mess of herself as well.

"Look like our little man is really hungry tonight huh?" Jungkook coos. I fucking swear this man is just trying to get on my nerves. "Yeah I guess he is" I laugh half heartedly and as soon as I turn my vision back to my husband our son throws up on himself and seconds later I can see that he also needs a diaper change. "Aww sweetie it's okay, thank you for trying bubu" I say to him, cleaning off his face.

I start to stand up to go change him but my husband scoops him up before I can. "It's okay baby, relax and enjoy your dinner. I'll take care of the children" He says giving me a sweet smile and planting a kiss on my lips and then one on top of my head before taking both my son and daughter into the other room to clean up a little. 

"Looks like he's not there yet" Jungkook says with a sickeningly sweet smile that I know is used to just tick me off. He gets like this when my husband shows me any ounce of affection and I absolutely despise it. 

"There's no harm in trying though right dear?" my mother in law says, trying to diffuse the situation before it even starts. "Right" I say turning to give her a genuine smile. It pains me that I've done so much to hurt this family but I feel as though she almost knows what I'm going through and somehow she finds it in herself to understand. 

I will never be able to repay the kindness I've received from her for the rest of my life but I will be thankful for it as long as I have it. 

Just as I'm bringing my attention back to my food I feel one of Jungkook's legs rub up against mine, continuing to find ways to make me even more uncomfortable. I hate having family dinners with him and I tend to avoid them at all costs but somehow I still end up seated right next to him. 

I clear my throat and push up against it in an effort to push him away but that only leaves him wanting to do it some more. It seems as though he was able to slip his shoe off and is languidly tracing his foot up and down my calf while his posture above the table shows as though he is sitting completely still. 

I clear my throat as a way to scold him and asking him to stop but he only smiles over his glass while he takes a drink of wine. "Dear would you mind grabbing another bottle of wine for us please?" Jungkook asks me and I take that opportunity right away and stand up immediately to get myself away from his teasing. 

"Sure, which one would you like me to get?" I ask, waiting for instructions so I can head off to the wine cellar to take a breather on my own and calm my nervous heart rate. "Can you get another one of the same one that we've been drinking already?" he asks and I smile slightly and nod my head, playing nice in front of my mother in law. 

"Honey those are a bit more difficult to find don't you think? Why don't I go down and grab it?" she suggests and starts to stand up. "No that's okay, I'm sure I can find it" I say placing a hand on her arm in reassurance and I scurry off to the wine cellar on the far side of the house, glad I can get away from him.

Walking down the steps and take a look around and I realize that I actually didn't take the time to look at the bottle that we had been drinking from. "Shit" I mutter under my breath maybe I should text my husband and ask him to send me a picture? He's busy with the children though so I wouldn't want to bother him with another task. I decide to just retrace my steps and head back upstairs and take another look at it and come back down. Sure I'll be a bit embarrassed but it'll be a lot better than sending Jungkook a text and asking him for help. 

As soon as I try to turn away from the shelves I feel myself being trapped up against them. "What are you doing?" I ask, breathless from being caught off guard. "I'm helping you find it angel, figured you could use some help" he says tracing his lips up my neck and resting on the shell of my ear. 

"If you want it so bad then why don’t you get it yourself" I say and try my best to slip out of his hold but he knows exactly how to keep me from leaving. "Let me help you. You wouldn't want to make too much noise down here now would you? Someone might hear" he say with an arm now holding me close with my ass rubbing up against his growing bulge. 

"You're disgusting" I say, trying to remove his arm but he just presses me up against the shelves to keep me still. "You should've known not to wear a dress like that, you were just begging for me to fuck you as soon as you walked in" he says grinding into me harder and running his hand up the slit in my dress, stirring up a burning sensation that is sent straight to my core. 

"Jungkook stop it, this isn't funny" I say trying to use the shelves as a way to push off to get away from him. "Really? Because I think it's hilarious with all the cute faces you're making at me. Aw look at that" he coos, taunting me and my efforts of breaking free. 

"Honey can you come here? I need help with the baby" my husband calls for me and thankfully Jungkook let's up his hold and it gives me a chance to slip out of his grasp. "Coming" I yell and hurry to make my way out. "You'll be telling me that soon angel don't you worry about that. I'll have my turn" he taunts and I glare at him before scoffing and running up the stairs, getting as far away from him as possible and make my way over to take care of my baby. 

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Once this dinner from hell (from my perspective only) is finally over we all head over to the front door to get our coats on and head out. "Come here baby let's put your jacket on we've gotta go" I call after my daughter who is absorbed in a conversation with Jungkook "No I wanna stay with grandpa" she says as she clings to his leg. 

"You'll see him again soon now come on let's go" I say and take a few steps towards them "Listen to your mommy baby I'll see you again soon" he says prying her off of him. She lets go and grants him with the biggest teary eyes and pretty little pout and his heart melts. "Come here one last hug and then you've gotta go bye bye" he says pulling her in close and she cuddles him before he lets her go. 

I can't help but smile at them. It's in these moments that I'm actually surprised and touched at how good of a father Jungkook might've been if he wasn't the kind of man that he is behind closed doors. Why does he have to be so cruel to me but so loving and gentle with our daughter. 

"Okay come on baby let's go" I say and Jungkook holds out his hand, asking for her coat so he can put it on and I comply but he doesn't waste the opportunity to brush his fingers along mine leaving me yanking my hand away and bursting the bubble that had been building around us. 

"Okay baby say goodbye to grandma and grandpa" I say and she gives them both one last hug and kiss on the cheek. "Goodbye dear" Mrs. Jeon says and comes up to give me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as well which I accept warmly but when Jungkook goes to do the same my whole body stiffens and he makes it a point to kiss the cheek facing opposite of everyone else and gets dangerously close to kissing my lips in front of everyone which are thankfully busy getting everything out the door. 

"Bye angel" he whispers in my ear in a tone dripping with seduction. "I'll be seeing you again soon" he continues making sure I know that he plans to keep that promise leaving me turning and taking hold of my daughter's hand and rushing out the door without another word. 

My daughter turns around as we're walking away and gives her grandparent's one last sad wave goodbye. Mrs. Jeon returns the wave as well as Jungkook but instead of looking at her he sets his heated gaze to watch me walk away and I can feel his eyes tracing my form even more with every step I take to get away from them. 

"Mommy I wanna go back to Grandpa's house soon" my daughter says with her glassy galaxy filled eyes, doing her best not to cry. "Oh I know honey, soon okay?" I say and she nods her head and her whole demeanor droops slightly. 

"Hey" my husband calls and I bring my eyes towards him. "Is everything okay?" he asks with his brows pinched together in worry. "Yeah why wouldn't they be?" I ask, feeling guilty keeping my struggles away from him. "No reason" he says and gives me a sad smile that I return and give him a quick peck on the lips and then he sits back upright and starts to pull out of the driveway and I take a quick glance back at my daughter and I can see that she's already starting to doze off. 

I wish she wasn't so attached to Jungkook but there's nothing that I can really do. He is her father after all. 

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