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shahbazsarfraz · 1 year
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mynameis-noe-body · 6 months
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Okay, for marquis de gramont we can get reallll toxic. Both the reader and Vincent are angry with each other and are tying to make one another jealous at the event. Because they’re very kinda delulu and possessive they kill the people they're using to make the other jealous and confess their feelings
Thank you so much for this request, my dear anon. I hope you'll love this. 🖤
I am your slave
Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont × you (F/GN)
Rating: Teen & Up Audience
Status: Complete (one shot)
Author notes: I used Google translate for the Russian and French sentences. Let me know if it's incorrect!
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Obviously. You muttered the word under your breath, chewing its bitter taste, testing its sound on the tip of your tongue as you watched, disarmed, as the Marquis made his triumphal entrance.
The most influential families of the High Table had gathered at the Hotel Mademoiselle de Condé for a gala and business evening. Those weren't rare events, but that didn't make them any less sumptuous. Money flowed freely, as did the champagne, the drugs, the caviar. And the lovers. Yes, they were purchasable too. Women and men of supreme beauty, unattainable, sometimes sons and daughters who were given away, exchanged, lent — everything, in exchange for favors.
But the Marquis — Vincent — never had to ask anyone for anything.
With a gallant gesture he opened the door of his 1970 Cadillac DeVille and offered his arm to a woman. And not yet another high-class whore that he would have refused to touch even with the tip of his little finger, no. The woman who accompanied him that evening was a creature of rare beauty, perhaps someone's protégé. Perhaps his protégé. She was graceful, elegant, she flaunted a cascade of golden curls that would make Venus herself envious. And you, you felt flooded with anger.
"Champagne" you ordered, snapping your fingers. They served you immediately. You too had your power, and you had never hidden it. You knew, deep down, that it was one of the things that attracted him. Your shy elegance fiercely contrasted the anger that could ignite in your heart. The strength of your hands, the fury in your eyes, the power you wielded ruthlessly. Yet, in his arms and in his bed, you were capable of the deepest love, the most total devotion. He was bewitched by it, and inebriated. Therefore, he loved to instigate every jealousy in you, just to have you desperate at the end of the night.
Vincent didn't even glance at you. He shook dozens of hands, ordered food and drinks, laughed with his colleagues and friends. And he ignored you. At least until, from the door of the luxurious hotel, taking off his Armani coat and handing the keys of his Ferrari Portofino to the doorman, Mr. D'Antonio entered.
"Santino!" you exclaimed, with a smile so bright it lighted the entire dining room. Many turned, if only for a moment, to watch you gallop towards the man, with a hem of your beautiful dress grasped between your fingers to reveal crystal heels that echoed off the walls.
Santino opened his arms, and welcomed you with a loud kiss on the cheek. "Meraviglia! Look at you — beautiful, you are beautiful."
Santino was warm, welcoming, purely Italian. And charming, in every aspect of his person. He knew how to make any woman feel like the most beautiful in the world. He gallantly offered you his arm and ordered for you. His laugh was loud, contagious. His exuberant nature amused you. You had been friends for years now. You had worked together, sometimes — often you had worked for him. And he appreciated you. He was generous in his payments. And above all, Vincent was morbidly jealous, because D'Antonio had no qualms about making blatant advances on you, even in front of all those people.
Vincent was daydreaming about murder. God, how he hated him. And yes, he had planned to take that beautiful Parisian home with him, one of the new acquisitions of his organization, now that he saw you... you were his favorite. Oh, bullshit — you were the only one. Since he had met you he had no longer been able to keep faith with his numerous lovers. One by one, they had extinguished his desire, and you had ignited his. Or they were fallen dead, because you killed them. Many of them, to be honest. And every time he learned of one of your murders, his desire to possess you — body and soul — violently took hold of him. He didn't want to give in, not that easily. But now he understood how difficult it was to resist you, while your hand caressed the muscular shoulder of that penniless Italian. That coward. The mere thought that you could enjoy yourself under his fingers made him vomit — so much that he poured what was left of the wine into the boulle and twisted his mouth in a grimace of disgust.
With my bare hands, he thought. He crossed his legs and wrapped himself in his double-breasted jacket, brooding. I want to kill him with my bare hands around his neck. He would have done it. He was Vincent Bisset de Gramont, the Marquis and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. He could have attached Santino D'Antonio to a pole and set him on fire to make him feel a tenth of the physical pain with which, due to that jealousy, he himself was now burning.
The young woman he had brought with him caressed his face. Or at least, she tried. But he grabbed her wrist before she could touch his cheek. He looked at her with the same hatred. "Go take off that lipstick" he hissed, through clenched teeth. "You look ridiculous."
She obeyed, humiliated, and reached the bathroom. Of course, she didn't expect to meet you anytime soon.
As soon as you saw her walking away towards the toilet, you took your chance, followed her and closed the door behind you with a sharp slam, waiting for her right there, outside her niche. She, surrounded by that shiny hair, those brilliant eyes, those scarlet lips, had raised a single eyebrow in an inquisitive manner.
"And you are?" she asked, passing a cloth over her lips, cleaning them from that bright color.
You inhaled deeply. "You know who I am."
She allowed herself an amused smile. "Ah," she had commented, smugly, "nomer dva."
You thought that, before speaking, she should have made sure that you didn't speak Russian.
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"Dance with me." Vincent took your hand, intertwined his fingers with yours and dragged you before you could respond, or refuse.
He had chased you as soon as you left the bathroom. The Marquis had immediately noticed your flushed chest, your freshly washed hands, your disheveled hair pulled back with a mechanical gesture of your hand, your pupils as narrow as pinpricks. Magnificent. On the dance floor, he had first twirled you once, before grabbing you and holding you against his chest; one hand — the right one — on your back, the lower part, the other intertwined with yours and pressed against his chest, on the beating of his heart. And his face in the corner between your neck and your shoulder.
You huffed, trying to maintain composure. "They're all watching us" you whispered in his ear. He smiled against your skin. "You'll make us look ridiculous in front of the High Table."
"Mon amour. I am the High Table." Vincent left the ghost of a kiss on your neck before making you sway in his arms. Another pirouette, and there you are again in his inevitable grip. "I could order half the men in this room to lick the floor where you walk, and they would do it for me."
You barely held back a small smile. "I can not stand you." But you settled a little more against his chest. The soft, slow music lulled you gently. "And what do you think of Santino? Would he kneel for you too?"
His nails dug into your side, making you flinch. You met his icy eyes in mid-air. So cold, so beautiful. "The Italian. That's it then, you like him."
"He's a charming man."
"He is rude, and vulgar. So pompous."
"And you're not?"
You almost heard him growl. Vincent shot a terrible look at D'Antonio, across the room, who was watching you swing on the dance floor with dark, annoyed eyes.
"You shouldn't be here with me" you added, coldly. "Your woman? Where is she?"
He laughed heartily. "Oh, please. We both know she won't make it out of that bathroom alive. How long did it take you to kill her?"
But you didn't answer. You never responded to his curiosity... it was your game.
Vincent grinned. The kiss on your neck now became passionate. You felt his soft lips caress your skin from your bare shoulder to the tip of your chin with five deep, intense kisses. "You drive me crazy."
This time, you smiled happily. "You are sick."
Vincent looked deadly serious, hovering over you, his back straight and tall to tower over your beautiful figure. "I will have monsieur D'Antonio's raw heart served to me on a silver platter. I will kidnap you, lock you in a dungeon, make you die of hunger and thirst if necessary — anything, as long as you admit the truth."
He was scary. Exciting. Terrifying. Beautiful. You blushed, panting slightly. "What truth? What the hell are you talking about?"
He smiled. He leaned down and whispered in your ear. "That you love me, mon amour."
"I —" yes, you loved him. And you loved the way he made you feel. You loved that hateful jealousy you felt for him, and that he felt for you. You caressed his face with an unexpected sweetness. Your eyes were large, languid. Vincent felt his whole body tremble like never before... "I'll tell you. Not now, though. Tomorrow morning. Now, take me home, and make love to me."
He stopped. He smiled, looking younger than he was. So happy. With a ridiculous low bow, he offered you his hand. "Je suis ton serviteur."
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brocedes + 6:39 am
It's 6.39 AM and Lewis can't sleep.
That's not accurate. He hasn't been able to sleep throughout the whole night. He dozed off last night, a little nap around 10 PM. He was supposed to go out to some club, but when he woke up it was already past one and he didn't feel like moving. His phone showed him too many missed calls and messages, but he didn't feel like dealing with them, so he just - didn't. He got up, went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and he went back to bed to go back sleep.
It didn't happen.
Nothing was bothering him and everythibg was bothering him. The contract extension, the car, the season. His team, his teammate, his boss. Everything was fine and it was all shit and Lewis couldn't sleep because all was fine and all was absolute shit. He tossed and turned. He played music. He lay in silence. He meditated.
None of it helped even a lick.
So it's 6.39 and Lewis is in the elevator in his running gear, because maybe if he goes for a run and sees the sun rising over Monaco he'll feel better and he may finally sleep. Perhaps. He has obligations today, too many messages to answer, and an agreement to go get lunch with Seb, who was also in Monaco for some reason he hasn't yet shared with Lewis.
It's 6.39 and the elevator door opens and before Lewis can take a step forward, Nico is there.
There is a smile on his face and Lewis' stomach does that twisting thing it always does when they stumble upon each other, given that they still live in the same building, no matter that Lewis usually isn't in Monaco.
(He should move. It's somehow never a priority.)
Nico's hair is mussed up and his collar is crooked. It's obvious that he was just coming home from partying. His eyes widen a little when he sees Lewis.
"Oh," he breathes more than says, and Lewis knows he's taken aback. "Lewis. Good morning."
Nico's voice is flat. He rolls his shoulders but doesn't move. Lewis blinks. There is a hickey on the side of Nico's neck, barely visible and half covered by Nico's shirt. It's a nice shirt. Lewis thinks it's Armani.
"Good morning," Lewis says. "Good party last night?"
He doesn't know why he asks. He hadn't slept and he isn't thinking.
There are lines on Nico's face when he smiles now. "Yes," he chuckles. "Very... productive."
That can mean anything. Lewis is too tired to try and figure it out. He's been to tired to try and figure Nico out for a long while.
Nico's eyes fly over Lewis' form. "Sleepless night?" he asks in return, and Lewis wants to punch him.
"Nah, just, you know," Lewis replies with a smile. "Making the most of the day."
He can't be here anymore. The door starts closing and they both reach for it at the same time from opposite sides. Their eyes briefly meet as they exchange places. Lewis can smell the alcohol and the club and sex and pine and cigarettes on Nico as he exits the elevator as Nico takes his place.
"Good night," he says.
"Good day," Nico replies, pushing the button for his floor.
Lewis doesn't look back. He starts running the moment he exits the building and doesn't stop until he's all the way above on the hill. The sun sgines down on him as he pants and teies to catch his breath. He checks his watch.
It's stuck on 6.39 AM. He must have forgotten to charge it last night.
He takes the long way home.
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"It's good to see you, Lewis," Seb says, smile wide and uneven in the Monte Carlo twilight, his arms open for a hug.
"It's good to see you too," Lewis says sincerely and steps into the hug. "What are you doing here?" he asks, but before he can finish the queation fully, his stomach turns.
Seb smells of pine. He's always smelled of pine, like that deodorant he's been using his whole life.
Seb pulls back from the hug first. "Oh, you know," he says with eyes and smile full of mirth. "Checking up on some investments."
Lewis forces himself to smile.
"Come on, we'll be late for the reservation," he says, checking his watch.
It's still stuck on 6.39 AM.
He forgot to charge it.
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dimmed lights flickering from the inside of the confined elevator cascaded over your face..
covered by that of only (y/n)'s side parted, pin curled tresses and Dior shades.
the cherry red tube dress fashioned by Givenchy accented that curvy silhouette, and a mink shawl draped across your shoulders.
quiet dings signaling the passage of a new floor and with each one, your excitement grew.
as did the man's standing next to you with his hand cradling your wide hips.
"Did I tell you how sexy you look tonight?"
"Only for about the fourth time, but who's counting?"
both of your voices cracking into faint chuckles at the remark while he continued holding you close..nuzzling you against that muscular body.
"Well I can't help myself. I just know perfection when I see it."
"Mmm..you flatter me too much, big papa. I'm far from, trust me."
just prior, you were in the downstairs bar, taking shots and now the party was headed upstairs.
his scent intoxicating, imbued with traces of Armani cologne and money; grape scented smoke along with whiskey faint on his breath, a mixture you had grown quite accustomed to.
every following weekend for as long as you could recount, this was the routine.
in and out of the most expensive hotels in the country, only preceded by fully funded shopping sprees and five star dinners..
all in exchange for the best few hours that a man could experience.
but he didn't mind because you were worth every last penny. He'd pay every bill you had and buy whatever you wanted if you kept making him feel this way.
it was give and take: the prize of a vibrant, beautiful young woman on his arm and the stability of a mature, handsome man on yours..
he never bothered to disclose his true name, personal life or anything about himself and maybe for his own protection, it was for the best..
you only knew him by the alias 'Captain Smoker' and the man that single handedly afforded you your extravagant lifestyle.
but there was one thing about this mystery of a man that you had come to learn was that he had an acquired taste for cigars.
he always kept the most expensive brands on his persons and since becoming his personal escort, you'd notice them all the time.
after dinner, with his obligatory glass of scotch and especially after many rounds of love making, he was lighting one up.
weirdly enough, it was quite the turn on!
watching his lips purse around the tip of that rolled Cuban and exhaled as your fingertips danced across his bare chest.
those pillowy clouds circulating above when you were on your knees, taking him by the mouthful with your nimble hands wrapped around his thick member.
occasionally glancing down between heavy breaths and hits to stroke your head with pats of encouragement.
"Good girl...take it all in, just like that. You know what daddy likes.."
his gravelly voice making you quiver, and ache for more each time he spoke to you. Tonight was no exception..
the elevator reached the top floor of the building, housing a hallway full of luxurious suites..rented out for thousands a night but equipped with all that you need.
he'd allow you to step out first, out of courtesy and the privilege of watching those hips and ass sway with each step.
all he could do was shake his head in anticipation of what he was going to do once you reached closed doors.
retrieving the key card from between your bosom, you'd swipe it across the lock and it'd open.
leading him inside, you'd take his hand and your bodies met instantly. He'd scoop you up in his arms only to pin your smaller frame against the wall.
your legs curled his back and your arms coiled his neck for support as he raised the hem of that already short dress.
in one fell swoop, he brought your panties down your thighs and onto the floor at the same time, catching some of your slick on his rugged fingertips.
he was mad with lust, ready to ravage you from head to toe.
but he couldn't take you like this, so he'd set you to your feet and tear that dress off.
you had never seen him so riled up but you loved this newfound aggression! Not even a full minute later, he was straddling you from behind..
snaking those digits between your plump lips and clit. That pretty little heat already foaming and dripping for him, just as he liked!
giggling and yelping while he rendered you nude, he'd bring your ass closer to him so he could feel it grinding on his dick.
"Fuck..that feels so good. Playing with my pussy like that.."
heavy grunts and subtle moans kept escaping his lips and trailing to you ear, making chills creep up your spine.
"Mmm..sorry, but she'll have to wait. Turn around and get on your knees, baby..that face is too pretty for me not to fuck it."
he was so much more vulgar than normal but you didn't mind.  Whatever daddy wanted, he got. That's the way it always was and would be!
crouching to your feet with those heels still supporting your weight, (y/n) waited patiently for him to undo his pants.
that belt came off first and he was quick to lace it around your throat. This way, he could have control of you as he saw fit.
sticking your tongue out, you felt it slapped by his freed cock now.
brushing that thumb against your forehead, he'd prompt you to keep your eyes on him, and don't look down for a second.
as those big voluminous eyelashes batted at him, he couldn't help but want to thrust until they were falling off.
but as always, he had to spark one up before he got started. In the pocket of that button down, he'd retrieve a cigar and ignite the end with a lighter.
he didn't want to be gentle tonight, just get his money's worth.
"Keep your hands by your side until I tell you."
"Yes sir.."
bouncing that tip against the brim of your mouth, Captain grasped the back of your head and slid it in. It was always such a relief to feel your warm jaws wrapped around him.
with that leather strap curled around his knuckles, jolting your neck around, he forms a perfect rhythm as his pelvis met you.
that thick member sliding in and out so casually, as if it were nothing, which is why he couldn't leave you alone.
saliva began to trickle down your chin and throat, along with gagging noises and he wasn't letting up.
all the while, clouds of smoke billowed above your head in intervals as he continued using your throat like a sleeve. Those gulping noises were driving him crazy and it was apparent by his loud moaning.
"Keep going, doll face..until you suck me dry. Make a mess on it like you always do."
it was an absolutely beautiful sight and he wasn't slowing down.
but neither were you..watching him puff and glare at you as if you were nothing more than his pet, his personal slut made you want to please him even more.
he'd tighten that grip and go faster until finally, he was able to work himself entirely down your throat until your forehead was on his v-line and you were slapping his thigh.
"Ohhhh, shit!..yes, hold it in. Keep it in there if you want that new purse, baby."
despite gagging and salivating everywhere, you'd do as he said and brush the underside of his dick with your tongue until he released his grip.
when he did, you were breathing heavily and spitting  everywhere.
"Good girl..that was pretty damn impressive."
gently cooing as he brushed tufts of your curly hair from your face.
that's when he prompted you to hold your hands out and cup them together so that you could catch that falling spit.
"Rub that on my dick, jerk me off nice and slow too..I wanna enjoy every second."
he knew his time with you was limited so he wanted it to count. To make certain that the memories lingered for days on end.
so you'd slather that mixture all over his aching shaft, pumping it between your palms.
you'd put your mouth to use by nursing his swollen balls with those plump, brown and gloss covered lips on them, leaving tiny marks and kisses.
that twisting motion combo and the gentle pecks on his tip were driving him crazy.
"You're too good to an old man, making me feel like this..shit!"
and he could tell just how much you enjoyed pleasuring him, just by the look on your face. He made it so easy, honestly.
the aroma of that fragrant smoke filled the room and tingled your senses, weirdly making you crave him significantly.
it seemed to have triggered something inside of you and each time it hit your nose, you'd become entranced.
that's when jerk your makeshift collar and tell you to stop.
"Open wide, pretty girl. Let me give you your reward.."
"Yes sir...I want all of that nut."
with your eyes closed, you'd tilt your head back with a wide smile and slide that tongue out to receive his cum.
but instead, you were first greeted with smoke being shotgunned down your windpipe. That was certainly new but the feeling was amazing.
"I've always wanted to do that."
that faint buzz of nicotine stimulated your senses and you'd take it without hesitation. Following right after, you'd hear his boisterous grunting and feel that white warmth splatter your face.
the way he wrung his wrist around and painted your throat with every drop.
swallowing just as you promised, the seed trickled down your esophagus and you'd proudly show him it was all gone.
"That's why I can't stop being with you, doll face. You're so goddamned sexy."
being praised like that always made you wetter and by now, you needed him to return the favor. Your legs parted in a spread position as you began to touch yourself..
"Why don't I take care of that for you?..here.."
releasing that grip on the belt, he'd help you back to your feet for the time being as he started to strip from his clothes.
you couldn't help but be infatuated with how damn fine he was, even at his age. That grey hair, washboard abs and impeccable stature..
he was one hell of a man.
once he was nude, he'd go over to the bed, lying flat on his back before proceeding to stroke himself. Patting his thigh, he'd summon you over with the wave of a finger.
"Come sit on this dick for me, doll face."
"Don't have to tell me twice.."
and it was still hard! Standing at full attention in hhs grasp and slapping his bellybutton when he laid it flat.
you didn't hesitate to kick off those heels and come crawling on top of him. You were dripping wet so you needed some good pipe right now.
but before you could get yourself positioned, he'd shake his head and move his finger in a slow twirling motion.
he wanted you to ride him in reverse!
"I want to see that pretty little ass bouncing on my shit..it's so soft and round.."
and you wouldn't hesitate to give him what he asked for; turning around, you'd turn to face the front half of the suite, planting your fingers into his thighs.
your back straight and chest poked out as you propped yourself up on that member. Wrapping your smaller hand around it, you'd feed it in as you lowered your body down.
it felt so good that you couldn't help but to release a little moan, sucking your teeth in the process.
from this angle, he could see your tight grip and tiny butterfly tattooed on your left ass cheek. His rough palms caressed the small of your perfectly arched back and that beautiful brown skin...
saying he was obsessed was an understatement.
"Start slow, doll..we're in no rush tonight."
that tight grip took hold of him instantly and you could feel him pulsating inside of you.
both of you releases sharp gasps from the sensation and he wasn't shy about letting you know how good it felt!
grunting and slapping your ass, he'd grab ahold of that belt again and reign you in. But you needed no help.
each time you went back, that tight pussy wrapped around him like it was nothing. Taking him deep inside of that wet hole..
"Oh shit..ride that fucking dick, baby. You're creaming already? You must not want me to ever leave."
and he was correct. Even though he was paying for your services and you were pleasuring him, no one had ever come close to fucking you the way this man did!
letting out loud, high pitched moans, you'd muster up a giggle while you kept going.
"It's so good..I can't help myself..mmm!"
after a while, you'd gain your rhythm and start throwing it back. Even making those heavy cheeks collide and bounce off of his pelvis.
the smacking from your sticky mess growing louder with each one.
needless to say, you had him losing his mind!
leaning up, he'd tug on your collar and pull you back so that he could swirl his tongue around in your mouth one more time.
his hand clutching your throat at the same time made you clamp down and squeeze him even tighter. You could feel how close he was from the way it pulsated inside of you...
so you were going to milk him for every bit of that nut.
leaning forward again, you'd reach up to grasp his ankles and doubled down on it.
the heavy bouncing and clutching grip was too much for him to bare and soon, he'd pine for your waist, holding you so he could thrust upward.
"Gah!—hold still, baby. Let me fuck you for a minute!.."
with everything he had left, he'd meet you with those thrusts until you felt his nails clawing into your skin; a sure sign that he was about to climax.
and you were directly behind him.
"I'm coming! I can feel it throbbing.."
you'd yell out while stroking your clit in unison and soon, he'd meet you there when he reached your aching g-spot; throwing it inside of you as fast as he could.
there was no way either of you were lasting another minute.
"Together, baby! You ready?"
nodding your head and whimpering while bouncing on him, you'd prepare to release all of that pent up arousal.
"Then come on this dick! Come for me.."
and the way he growled, commanding..done you in and you'd let out a loud cry along with creamy liquids all over his shaft and balls.
he was drenched but he wasn't the only one because at the same time, you could feel that warm cum coating your insides.
it was as if both of you saw heaven at the same time, climaxing as one.
"Oh God..that was..perfect. Come here."
he was barely coherent when you climbed off of him and into his arms. Both of your chests rising and falling to catch your breaths.
like clockwork, he'd scoop you into his grasp and reach over for his second smoke.
and following suit, you'd retrieve his lighter and let the tiny flame hit the tip. He definitely needed something to calm him after the way you fucked him!
kissing your temple, he'd just glare as if you were the most precious, delicate thing on earth. He wanted this everyday..he wanted you around everyday.
but that life wasn't in the cards for either side..so you'd enjoy this moment while it lasted.
"You know, I might sound crazy, but I think I might have a slight problem. I think I'm addicted to you, (y/n). I can't stop."
he wasn't getting any younger but you always managed to make him feel more and more alive. Still, you couldn't help but to giggle at his statement.
"Even more so than your cigars?"
"A man can't choose between his two loves. But if I had to say..you're definitely in first place. I love you, sweetheart."
"Well I'm flattered..and I love you too."
the two of you would find yourselves cracking up, and he'd keep doting on you; reveling in this afterglow until the same came and you left with the moon.
maybe it wasn't forever but like the scent of his cigars, after they are long gone, you'd give him memories that would always linger.
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I have a bunch of holiday celebrations to go to this year -- all pretty low key, but many groups of friends, the way I pictured it when I was young and watching movies and TV shows about sophisticated adults oh holiday dinner, oh work happy hour, oh so sorry have to run to my friend's party, oh this old beautiful velvet dress? I threw it on I have a holiday gathering tonight. I went into my closet and started packing for my next move, and at the same time pulling all my possible holiday outfits together in one section. The silks, the velvets, the sequins. The halter tops, the minidresses. I started planning outfits for each occasion, depending upon how many hot men will be there, how many coworkers will be there, how much food will feature (red lipstick), which impossibly glamorous women that I know will see me and how can I make sure they know I'm interesting and cool.
I know it sounds psycho, and I don't delude myself anymore that the right dress will make me a romcom heroine, or that anyone else cares what I wear, but I enjoy the project.
I dug up an old Armani Exchange beaded dress. I bought it for my second ever work holiday party and I felt glamorous and extravagant when I put down my debit card at the store in SoHo. It was probably...$120 in 2011. I had an hourly job where I was making about $55k and that seemed...tremendous. I was the girl in the drawing of a glamourous city dweller my Gramma sent me. I was going to bars, I was wearing makeup, men had recently started surprising me by kissing me. I was still figuring out the parameters of this newfound effect. And I had a vision that walking into the party in this dress, with my hair straightened, would make the coworker I'd been dating who'd recently ghosted me after we'd hooked up in a motel in the Bronx turn around in slow motion and look me up and down and realize he was in fact in love with me. It didn't, but I met for the first time the next coworker I would date who would break my heart. Years later he texted me that we'd never met before that party but he had "known of" me, and I texted back, "Ah." because I knew he meant he'd heard that I was slutty and I hoped from that text he'd infer that I knew what he'd heard and find a quiet dignity in my response, rendering the circumstances humiliating to him rather than me.
I can't bring myself to get rid of the dress, because it WAS kind of expensive in 2011 dollars and it's not a BAD dress. But it's funny how enormous extravagances on dresses that you think are going to change how the whole world sees you become the back of the closet dress that barely makes the cut each time you cull and that you wouldn't in a million years pick for a party where you want to impress, and people whose opinion of you was everything become people you occasionally think of and go, "huh. I wonder if he read Fleischman is in Trouble."
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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years
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(i was sleep deprived and came up with a meet-ugly wolfstar prompt in which they meet each other annihilating the toilets in a restaurant bathroom....and then had to write it. this contains a lot of potty talk, which is...very out of pocket for me. but i had much fun thinking of different ways to say "shitting your brains out" throughout the fic.)
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Shitty First Dates.
They said that there were moments, usually terrifying, blood-curdling, heart-stopping ones, where you could see your life flash before your eyes. In car crashes, before slamming on the break, survivors swear up and down they saw their entire life before them. The birthday parties and the Tuesday grocery store trips and that one time you tripped on the sidewalk and almost faceplanted but didn't, and looked around to see if anybody saw. An entire life.
Sirius mostly thought that was bullshit.
Until he found himself, standing up abruptly in the middle of a dinner-date, eyes darting frantically around the fancy French restaurant in search of the bathroom.
"Everything okay?" his date asked, watching as Sirius braced himself on the back of his chair for a second.
"Uhm."
Sirius Black didn't uhm. In fact, had his parents been there, he would've most likely been slapped for daring to utter a filler word. But there were other matters at hand and Sirius was focusing all his attention on one thing.
Uhms, likes and you knows, could be addressed later.
"I...uhm...I'll...uhm...bathroom," was all he managed as he pushed off from the chair, clenching his buttcheeks together as best he could. His suit was Armani.
His suit was Armani. He was not going to soil himself in the middle of a restaurant, on a date, while wearing fucking Armani.
By the time Sirius reached the bathrooms, his stomach was cramping, forehead beginning to sweat as he bypassed the urinals, going straight to the stall, unbuckling his belt before he had even made it all the way in. Before he had bothered to lock it.
Sirius was seeing his childhood before him. Scraped knees and fine china all in one.
"Dear fucking god, if I make this, I swear, I'll be the best damn person in the world. I'll give more than half my salary to charity, I'll stop smoking," Sirius muttered, fingers fumbling with his fly, the time bomb inside his body ticking away.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Splash.
"Thank you, thank you, thank--"
"Alright in there?" came another voice from the stall next to him. Sirius was about to respond when there was another series of splatters and farts from next door, "...Sorry."
"I'm doing about as well as you by the sound of it," Sirius groaned out, his own body betraying him once more.
"Did you have the shrimp?"
"I had the shr--iimp. Fucking hell."
--
Sirius didn't know how long he had been in there. All he knew was that he and this perfect stranger were collectively putting the London Symphony to shame.
"FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY--IT KEEPS COMING!" the man next to him shouted, mixing with pitter-patter in the toilet water. Low base notes from the brass section, with a flute solo that mostly sounded like swear words.
"I DON'T KNOW HOW THERE IS MORE LEFT."
"I AM OUT OF TOILET PAPER. GIVE ME--"
"HELL NO, THAT IS A COMMODITY IN THESE TIMES--"
"SELFISH ASS!" A crack of a fart, verberating off the walls.
"YEAH, I AM, WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?" Sirius asked
"Look, I have half an indigestion chew, I bring them with me on every dinner date I go on and--"
"YOU HAD MEDICINE AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?! Who's the selfish ass!"
"Both of us! Two arms lengths of toilet paper in exchange--"
"Done." Sirius agreed, grabbing the edge of the toilet paper and unrolling it to the correct amount, balling it up ungracefully, and holding it under the small opening between stalls. The stranger's hand stuck underneath holding half a green chew tab. Just enough hand for Sirius to see freckles, and chewed-up fingernails. "Hey, than--"
In perfect unison, they let out paralleling streams, a terrific cymbal crash.
--
"Anyway, I've wanted to teach for as long as I could remember but, you know, after this, I think I might just take a nap in the country for a bit," the stranger said. There was a lull in conversation, Sirius shivering as he sat hunched over on top of his bare thighs, designer trousers pooling at his ankles, his stomach churning as if threatening to expel more. Sirius hadn't even brought his phone, and absently wondered if his date would come looking for him, and in a single moment, Sirius would go from Charming-Handsome-Sirius Black to Washed-Up-Plastic-Bag-Sirius Black. His hair was falling into his face sloppily, Sirius no longer trying to keep up well-maintained.
It was a warzone in that bathroom and Sirius was certain the two of them had lost, trying to pass the absolute misery by sharing stories.
"Go someplace nice where I will just...lie in the sun. Is it getting colder in here?"
"Shh, lets not think about that. Warm thoughts, warm thoughts," Sirius told him around a plop.
"You know those hand dryers in here? That sounds divine about now."
"My car has heated seats."
"Fuck Belize, I want to go into your car after this--"
"The country is Belize?"
"No, I've changed my dream to the tropics, and also your car--"
"I don't think you can just do that."
"Excuse me, I am verbally writing my last will and testament to you, I can make any changes I'd like."
"I don't have a pen to keep track, so is it really being documented?"
"For someone who has lost half of their body weight in the loo, you sure are bold."
"Yeah well, it's all I have left."
"And a car, with heated seats. Room for one more?"
"I suppose I can squeeze you in."
"Oh thank you so much. Your date won't mind?"
"Any luck, my date has left and forgotten all about me. This might be...challenging to explain. I don't even fucking like shrimp, I only ate tried a bite because he thought it would be cute and had me close my eyes while he fed me. Stupid shit."
"Mhmm...I see, because nothing says romantic than feeding your partner a dish he doesn't like?"
"My thoughts."
"So the dates going well?"
"It's better in here, actually."
"Well, if it's any consolation, I'm relieved to be out of there as well--"
"Relieved."
"In more than one way," the man said, "I don't have business going on dates, to begin with, and I was set up with this one from my friend, so I could just get the first first date over with and it's been, awful. He never stops talking, completely self-absorbed, I doubt he's noticed I've left at all." He finished with a sigh, tearing a sheet of toilet paper, "It was at least quiet when I came in here..."
"Sorry I ruined that."
"Your butt ruined it."
Sirius couldn't help but laugh, throwing his own bit of toilet paper into the bowl, "You know, I don't even fart in front of my dates or boyfriends. Ever."
"Never?"
"No, I hold that shit in and wait until I'm alone," Sirius confessed, "It's...maybe it's because I haven't found the person that makes me feel comfortable enough to do that with but...I just find it so unattractive and...my parents used to scold me terribly any time my brother and I burped, or...we just didn't talk about it. So, I don't talk about it now. Or I didn't until today when I have...farted and then some in front of you."
"Do I...get an award for this? It feels special."
"Your reward is my heated seats."
"And some kind of certificate."
"I can make one on a post-it? I might have some in my glove compartment."
"Perfect."
--
Sirius stepped out of the bathroom stall, shaking and sweating after the past hour's unexpected event, giving a brief nod to the stranger waiting for an open stall. The man in the other stall whom he had been talking with for the time was finishing up, both of them hoping for clear bowels and a clean bill of health.
“Enter at your own risk, pal,” he said, giving the best attempt at a smile he could muster. Sirius made it to the sink, gripping the basin tightly with both hands as he listened to his stomach and body to make sure everything had…. evacuated… and it wasn’t a false alarm like the last few times. He looked terrifying, dark curls were pasted to his forehead with sweat and how did he get so pale so quickly?
"Okay, I think that was the last of it!" the familiar man's voice said over the sound of the faucet as Sirius washed his hands thoroughly, humming happy birthday over and over again, though he was marginally convinced he would be unclean for at least the next week.
It should've been mortifying.
Sirius should've been embarrassed, or rather more embarrassed. But despite losing his....faculties...in the toilet of a restaurant bathroom, having a companion next door had made it less horrifying. More...fun.
Fun.
The stall door opened, and through the bathroom mirror Sirius saw a man exhale, pulling down the sleeves of his off-white sweater, and suddenly Sirius didn't care he had just spent an hour in the bathroom. Long legs in brown tweed trousers, pulled up and highlighting a tiny waist; short sandy brown hair, that long fingers were carding through. He was pale, though certainly pulled it off better than Sirius was at the moment. Violently pooping had never looked so good. Sirius straightened up at the sink, fixing his shirt sleeves as well that had been rolled up to the elbow, turning around to eye the man as he got closer.
"We made it," the man said through an awkward chuckle.
"This is the equivalent of fighting in a war together."
"Should I get your name tattooed on my ass?"
"Sirius."
The man laugh softly as he went to the sink, turning on the water. Sirius tried his best to look casual, leaning against the wall of the restroom, taking his time looking at full lips and freckles that disappeared into the collar of his sweater. "Remus."
"I promise I usually look better than this," Sirius gestured to himself, "Heavier as well."
"Well, this is actually the best I've ever looked. So, sorry if that's disappointing."
"Anyone can look good in a suit. I've always said if you want to see what a man is actually like, you have him...punish a toilet...and see how he fares after. So, it's quite impressive."
"This is the first time I'm hearing of this expression."
"It's piloting, really. Still catching on."
"I can see why," Remus said dryly, his amber eyes playful.
"I would shake your hand, but...I don't think I much want to do that. No offense."
"None taken." Remus turned off the water and dried his hands, throwing the paper towel into the bin, "Talk about shitty first dates, right?"
Sirius laughed, catching Remus's smile as he did so.
Sirius didn't make it a habit of eating things people fed to him, let alone things he didn't like.
Sirius didn't make it a habit of farting in front of others.
Sirius wasn't even a fan of bathroom humor, and his best friend often made fun of him for how quickly Sirius went from "cool godfather" to "no-fun godfather" when his eight-year-old started making poop jokes at the dinner table.
But... tonight was different.
"We should probably go back," Remus said, "To our shitty dates."
"Did you forget about the heated seats?"
"I was mostly joking."
"And I'm not," Sirius said.
"What? We just...grab out things and leave together?"
"Yeah."
"I...you know what? Fuck it. Will you drive me home?"
"I can do that," Sirius grinned, "I'll drive you home."
Sirius also didn't make it a habit of going on dates and leaving with someone else.
But.
Tonight was different.
And there was Remus.
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ziltoidcoffee · 2 years
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(Inspired by a recent discussion on the Silverusso Discord)
$7 Million Wedding of the Year: Toxic Waste CEO Terry Silver Ties the Knot with Long-time Boyfriend
Los Angeles — Terrence “Terry” Silver, millionaire and CEO of toxic waste company Dynatox, married long-time boyfriend Daniel LaRusso last weekend at a large and lavish wedding in Malibu.
According to a source close to the couple, the former karate champion, 43, and Vietnam War Veteran, 61, have been engaged for decades but waited until same-sex marriage became legal in California in 2008 to begin any wedding planning.
Around 300 members of their family and friends were present to watch the couple exchange vows outdoors at the glorious beach wedding. Both grooms wore custom white tuxedos by Giorgio Armani with matching silver wedding rings handcrafted by jewelers in Okinawa.
Following the ceremony, the couple is rumored to be jetting off for a month-long honeymoon across the globe.
The newlyweds started dating in late 1985 after meeting through a mutual acquaintance.
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Ken’s holiday gifts: 
•  @rohanxpersaudx​ - Armani Exchange watch + bracelet set, and a pen set.  ↪ note reads: If I knew enough about the theatre this would’ve been different. Still, hope this suits your tastes. 
•  @msannadonnelly​ - Japanese tantō dagger.  ↪ note reads: Your move.
•  @cantfightmoonlight​ (Leyla) - Teuta Matoshi’s Sparkling pink and Starry Night dresses. ↪ no note because these are gifted in person.​
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julienloveswho · 2 months
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*There are no photos with this chaper. They were to adult in nature and couldnt be shared*
~ Chapter 2: Reynard
Im not trying to confuse anyone but its a must that we dont introduce Gino just yet. So, yes we are still at the point in our story just after Julien meets Armani.. Julien's phone buzzed. It was Reynard messaging him.
'Hey my treasure I will be home in about an hour. Im bringing dinner. I cant wait to see you' Julien responded 'Oooh wonderful. I will take a nice bubble bath while I wait on you. By the way what are we having for dinner.. xoxo' His phone lights up again.. 'Chinese from that place you like.. and yes theres a huge order of that shrimp toast you love.. I love how soft your skin is after you get out of the bath. Cant wait to run my hands.. and my tongue over every inch of it.. See you soon'.
Julien's body tingled after reading that. He started his bath and added his favorite bubble bath to it, lights a couple candles, and turned off the lights. He took off his clothes to get in and his phone lights up again. He giggled and wondered what Reynard was up too but to his surprise it wasnt Reynard. Armani's name flashed on his screen and there was a photo. A very sexy photo. He was nude in his bed, legs open, jelly dong in hand. Message read 'Wish this was you'. There was a huge full length mirror in the bathroom and Julien instantly got aroused seeing the photo and reading the message. So he stood in front of the mirror and posed in the most innocent fashion he could muster while still showing every inch of himself. The tub full of bubbles visible in the background. 'Will be touching myself in the bath. Do you want to watch?'
He slipped into the tub and set his bath tray up and pushed it as far back as he could. His phone buzzed with a video call request and he answered it. Armani's bed was visible and within a couple of seconds his full body came into view. "Hey stranger. Of course I want to watch. Lets do this" So, they did. Not a word was exchanged as they watched each other with hungry eyes. Julien just did manage to cum into his bath water when he heard Reynard's voice come up the stairs. "Im home" "Shit" he said and knocked the phone off the holder, barely keeping it from landing in the bath water. Then ended the call suddenly. Armani texted him asking what happened and he responded saying he would tell him later. He cleaned himself up and rushed downstairs in just his robe!
Reynard noticed that he looked a little flustered so he asked. "Whats up with you? You look like a kid who just caught with their hand in the cookie jar… Omg you were yanking it in the bath werent you?'' "Yes, I was. You caught me" "Naughty..Naughty.. You know you are supposed to wait on me". "Well.. I wanted our fun to last twice as long. So if you think about it. I was actually being really considerate". Reynard just laughed. "Well then lets eat so we can get to our twice as long fun. I expect at least three hours out of you tonight. I think I will put you on the rack and whip that bouncy ass of yours. What do you think of that?" "I do deserve a whipping or two"
Julien sat some plates down on table and started opening up the containers of chinese food. He found the shrimp toast and popped a piece in his mouth.
"I could just eat this and be happy" "I know you could. Thats why I bought a second order so you could have some tomorrow too" He squealed with delight and tossed his arms around his husband. "How did I get so lucky. Shrimp toast and a spanking?" "Two spankings" replied Reynard. They ate their dinner chatting about their weekend. Reynard careful not to give away any intimate details of what he did with the other husband and Julien obviously never mentioning Armani. Reynard mostly said things like 'We visited such and such and ate and such and such', very light on the details. Julien did say he went out and went to a night club but he went with his friend Christopher. Christopher knows Reynard. Dated Reynard at one point in time actually so he knows how he is. Thats why hes willing to cover for Julien.
Anyways.. This chapter was supposed to be a true introduction to Reynard and I ended up doing everything but that. Or did I? Maybe you understand him better now. At least let me tell wrap this up with the promised spankings and the wrack. Cant tease you with it and not give it to you can I? Julien loads the dirty dinner dishes into the dishwasher and as hes doing that when Reynard comes up behind him. "Let the Butler do that in the morning when hes making the kids breakfast.. I need you now" He grinds his erection against Julien's ass. Reynard has a huge pierced cock. Its so hard that Julien can feel the piercing rubbing against his jeans. "Lets go downstairs" They go to the basement and into Reynard's special room. Reynard flicks the switch on the wall and shuts the door behind them. Coming into this room use to scare Julien but now it excites him. Seeing the rack, the whips, the huge bed with the ties, and all the toys.. It use to be nerve wracking but now he comes in here and can only say ''Punish me Daddy".
He willingly takes off his robe and drops to his knees and frees his husband from his jeans and takes him into his mouth. He gently tugs on the piercing with his tongue and does his best to deep throat the monster.
After a couple of minutes Reynard stops him and motions toward the rack. He steps out of his jeans the rest of the way, throws his shirt onto the ground, then straps Julien in. He takes a whip off the wall and runs it across his skin then slaps it across his ass. Julien cries out with pleasure and says "harder..I have been bad" So Reynard gives him what he wants and whips him harder. The whip smacks across his skin and leaves marks on his pale flesh. "Again" Whack..
Reynard walks around to the other side of the wrack and drops to his knees. "I want to taste you too'' Julien didnt notice at the moment but he still had the whip in his hand and every two or three minutes of powerful sucking he would pause and reach up between Juliens legs and smack his ass with the whip. In about 10 minutes he had the most powerful orgasm hes ever had in his life. Reynard stood up with a mouth full of his cum and while looking at him, swollows it.
"Now Im going to destroy that ass" He leaves Julien on the rack while he does it and honestly Julien is glad he did because hes not sure his legs would have help him up for it because Reynard wasnt gentle at all. But he loved every second of it.
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jbmbosspam · 3 months
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