#if we insist on callin' it that way

[atomicladytimetravel]

Employees Only

Summary: No outbreak AU. Joel Miller owns Miller Contracting and you are his assistant. When Joel gets the bid from a huge client, he celebrates by doing what any sane man would do…banging the assistant.

Warnings: Porn with very little plot. Drug use (marijuana), Boss/Employee relations, Smut/Explicit. Contains sex under the influence of marijuana, nipple play/stimulation, oral (f and m receiving) light gagging, fingering, Joel’s a little cocky about his dick (pun intended). Joel is a simp for you. No physical description of reader, other than female.

18+ only - MDNI

Friday. Fucking finally. Not only is it the end of your work week, but it’s also the end of you spending longer evenings than usual helping your boss put together a bid for one of the biggest clients he could ever hope to acquire. You can’t do any real complaining though - Joel made sure you were well compensated for your extra time and (let’s just face it) he sure is fun to look at. Not to mention the, you know, huge fucking crush you’ve had on the man for…well, for probably about as long as you’ve worked for him. Suffice to say, you’d do juuuuust about anything Joel asked you to do.

You’re making your way to your favorite hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant, the air conditioning in your car blasting to combat the sweltering Texas heat. You have to pass the small office building that houses Miller Contracting on your way to get to the Chinese place and, even though it’s damn near ten o’clock, Joel’s old pickup truck still sits in its usual parking space. Curious, you pull out your phone and select his name from your recent call log. He answers on the first ring.

“Now why are you callin’ me this late darlin’?” he drawls. His speech is raspy and a little slow; he sounds so fucking sexy.

“Oh no reason really, just wondering why I see your truck parked at the office,” you respond. He chuckles a little.

“You stalkin’ me or something?”

You smile and roll your eyes, even though he can’t see you.

“In your dreams, Miller,” you retort playfully. “I’m on my way to get some food and I just so happened to pass by.”

“Well, I was gonna wait until Monday and tell you in person, but…Avalon Premier Hotels accepted our bid.”

You can hear the grin in his voice and you hear yourself gasp.

“Joel, oh my god! That’s incredible news!” you squeal excitedly. On the other end of the call, Joel thinks to himself that he would very much like to hear those first four words again in a much different context.

Unbeknownst to you, Joel has been smitten since you stepped foot in his office for the first time. He internally cursed his HR department that day for hiring the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But they had done just as he’d asked and hired the best damn person for the job. Joel has told you on more than one occasion that he has no idea how he made it without you.

“I’m just over here celebrating a little. The sound system Tommy insisted we put in the employee lounge outdoes mine by a long shot and I wanted to hear some music,” he explains further. “You should come join me. You know I couldn’t have done this without you.”

You look down at your outfit - a tank top, no bra and a pair of what are quite possibly the shortest shorts you own - and contemplate the offer. You remember you’re off the clock and think, “the hell with it, he can’t dress code me now.”

“Sure,” you accept. “You want some Chinese food?”

——————

When you open the front door to the office, you’re immediately hit by the pungent aroma of marijuana. Ah, now his slow, raspy speech makes sense. When you enter the employee lounge, you find Joel manspread on the couch, a fat blunt dangling from his lips. He’s changed out of the button up you had drooled over all day and into a Miller Contracting t-shirt that hugged his delicious biceps. Nirvana is playing loudly over the sound system and he doesn’t realize you’re there until you plop the food down on the coffee table. His eyes rake over your body unashamedly and you find yourself blushing under his gaze. He reaches for the remote and turns the music down.

“God damn sugar, I didn’t realize I’d be gettin’ dinner and a show.”

“It’s like 103 degrees right now Joel. Besides, I’m off the clock,” you remind him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hey, ain’t sayin’ it’s a bad thing,” he winks. You eye him suspiciously, but he just smiles innocently. He pats the couch cushion next to him and when you sit down, he holds the blunt to your lips. “You deserve t’relax a little, too.”

You take the blunt between your lips and inhale the smoke, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling through your nose. You’re not exactly a stranger to pot, but it has been a while since you’ve smoked any. It doesn’t take long at all for the foggy feeling to take over, your body feeling weightless. The munchies kick in soon after, and you and Joel practically inhale the Chinese food. As you eat, another blunt is passed back and forth and you’re soon the highest you can ever remember being.

Joel cleans up the remnants of your dinner and you sink into the couch cushions, your fuzzy brain content to just stare at nothing. When he returns, he sits so close to you that your thighs touch. He leans back and throws his arm around the cushion behind you. You’re close enough to smell his cologne and that plus the fact that he’s so close makes you want him, bad.

“This may have been a bad idea. Weed makes me so horny,” you say. You had wholeheartedly intended for that to be a thought and not something you said aloud to your boss. You’re mortified when you realize that the words actually came out of your mouth. Before you can even attempt to apologize, though, Joel responds.

“Oh yeah? You want some help with that?” He looks down at you expectantly and you stare back at him blankly for a moment before answering.

“I…y-yeah, yes,” you stammer. The next thing you know, you’re being pulled onto his lap; the fabric of your shorts is thin and you can feel just how hard he already is beneath the denim of his jeans. He kisses you with the passion of someone who’s been starved of affection. He holds you tightly close to his body, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

“Please tell me this is real,” he murmurs into the kiss.

“It’s real,” you giggle, resting your forehead against his.

“You are so pretty. Absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says softly. You kiss again, open mouthed and tongues swirling together. You grind your hips onto him, trying to relieve the aching between your thighs. He puts his hands on your hips to stop them.

“Ain’t gotta do all that now. I’ll take care of ya soon, understand?” he says sternly. You let out a tiny, pathetic whimper but nod in agreement. He shakes his head and uses his pointer finger to tap your lips.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, I understand,” you tell him.

“Yes what?” he asks, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Yes sir.”

“That’s a good girl. Fuck, I just knew you would be. You want to be my good girl, hm?”

The whole time he’s been talking, his hands have been roaming farther and farther under your tank top. His fingertips brushing against your skin makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Yes sir,” you reply in a voice barely above a whisper.

He’s cupping your breasts now, thumbs swiping repeatedly over your nipples. The urge to grind on him again is overwhelming, but you hold still. You whine softly when he removes his hands and he shushes you.

“Relax sweet thing. I just want to get this shirt off of ya is all.”

He pushes the shirt up your torso and you raise your arms to let him pull it over your head. He groans appreciatively at the sight of your breasts and pushes them together before burying his face between them.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbles against your skin. He puts his mouth all over your breasts, sucking and nibbling and making you want to rock your hips so badly you can hardly stand it. You gasp softly when he latches on to your nipple, sucking until the bud has hardened. When he switches to the other side, you can’t help but roll your hips, craving some sort of relief.

“Ah, ah,” he admonishes, his hands holding onto your hips firmly. “What did I say?”

“I’m sorry,” you pout. “I just need you to touch me so bad sir.”

“Oh, is that all?” he teases, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He pinches both nipples between his fingers gently. “How’s this?”

“It feels good, but I need more sir.”

“Hmmm…no, I think I’ll see if I can make you cum like this first.”

No one has ever tried to make you orgasm this way, and you’re not even sure it’s possible. You tell him this, but he just shakes his head.

“Can I try? If it doesn’t work for you, we can move on, I promise.”

“Yes sir, you can try.”

He smiles softly and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’m going to squeeze a little harder, just let me know if you start feelin’ anything besides good.”

It feels amazing. Pleasure surges through you and you tip your head back, your hands gripping onto his shoulders to keep you steady. He alternates between pinching and rolling and you concentrate on the throbbing between your legs. He squeezes just a bit harder and it feels so good that a drawn out moan passes through your lips.

“Yeah sugar? How’s that feel?” he asks.

“Good. R-really good,” you respond breathlessly. “Maybe a little harder.”

“How’s this baby?” he asks as he pinches a little harder. There’s a little pain this time, but it’s a delicious kind of hurt.

“Oh!” you gasp, surprised to feel the stirrings of an orgasm. “Don’t stop please, it feels so good.”

“You’re doing so good baby,” he praises, leaning forward to press a kiss to your throat. He keeps the pressure and rolls your sensitive nipples between his fingers. Your eyes flutter and your orgasm is so close you can taste it.

“You’re close aren’tcha? What a good girl; go ahead and let it go baby.”

With his encouragement, an orgasm washes over you and you hear yourself shouting his name. With one hand still tweaking a nipple, he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady as you shake above him. When you come down, your eyes open to see Joel looking at you with a mix of awe and adoration.

“That was the most beautiful god damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he says before capturing your lips in a needy kiss. He sets you gently back on the couch and stands above you, squeezing the length of his cock through his jeans.

“God damn, I swear I stay hard for you,” he groans. “You know how many times I’ve shot my load thinkin’ ‘bout you?”

“Probably as many times as I’ve made myself cum thinking about you.”

“You mean we coulda been doin’ this all along?” he asks, still palming himself through his jeans. You lean back into the corner of the couch and press your middle finger to your clit over your shorts while you watch him; something about the action turns you on so much.

“You’re my boss Joel,” you point out.

“I also own this company doll. I can do whatever I want,” he reminds you. He pulls his shirt over his head and you finally get to see the body you’ve been fantasizing about for so long. His shoulders are broad and his arms are thick. His midsection is soft, but you can still see v-lines disappearing into his jeans. He undresses down to his boxer briefs and you watch, mesmerized, when he slowly pulls his belt through its loops. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been more turned on. He kneels in front of you and taps your hip, signaling for you to lift them.

“Up,” he commands. You lift your hips and he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. He drags them down your legs and is pleasantly surprised to see your lack of panties.

“No bra, no panties? What a naughty girl,” he tuts.

“Told ya I was dressed for comfort.”

He doesn’t respond, just tosses the shorts aside and admires your naked form.

“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he says, shaking his head. He showers your body with kisses, sucking occasionally on your most sensitive places. You’ll be covered in hickeys later, splotchy red and purple reminders of how Joel worships your body. He places his palms on the insides of your knees and spreads them, giving himself a view of your glistening pussy. He spreads your lips with his first two fingers to admire what he considers a work of art.

“Look how pretty,” he murmurs. Before you can utter a response, he leans in and licks you from opening to clit. He alternates between this and kitten licking your clit and you have to fight yourself to not start riding his face.

“Fuck, you got the sweetest little pussy darlin’,” he groans into your center. He hooks his arms behind your knees and begins to eat you out with fervor. He swirls patterns on your clit with his tongue, dipping it into your entrance every now and then. You’re enjoying it too much to notice that he spells “J O E L” on your clit with his tongue, silently claiming your pussy as his.

“Mmm, fuck Joel, it feels so good,” you whine. You feel two thick fingers slide into your entrance and you buck your hips at the sensation. He flattens his free hand over your belly and pins you to the couch cushions. He curls his fingers into your g-spot as his tongue continues to flick over your clit and your moans mix with the wet squelching sounds of your pussy.

“Joel, oh my god!” you shout, your head falling back onto the arm of the couch. And there they were, those four words he’d wished to hear just over an hour ago. He’s never heard anything so beautiful in his life. You hear him moan and you lift your head to watch him. His eyes are hooded and his free hand is in his boxers stroking his cock. It’s undoubtedly one of the hottest things you’ve ever witnessed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Oh god I’m so close,” you moan. He sucks your clit once, twice and on the third time, you come apart for him. He can’t help the satisfied smile on his face as he watches you tremble, his name tumbling from your lips like a chant. When he pulls his fingers out, they’re shiny with your spend. He spreads them apart and a string of fluid connects them.

“Look at the mess you made for me baby,” he marvels. He brings his fingers to your lips and you open for him; you suck his fingers clean, never breaking eye contact. You hear him moan softly when you swirl your tongue around the digits. He stands and you can see how painfully hard he is through his boxer briefs. You can’t help but stare at the outline of his cock, wondering how he walks around with that thing between his legs. He sees you staring and smirks.

“You wanna see my cock baby?” he asks.

“Yes sir,” you nod, blushing a little at being caught staring. You watch in anticipation as he pulls his underwear down, cock springing free and practically smacking him in the stomach. Your eyes widen when you see his size. He’s thick and probably around eight or nine inches. He wraps a hand around it and strokes a few times.

“Think you can put it in your mouth for me? I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock,” he says, smoothing his other hand over your hair.

“Yes sir, wanna make you feel good,” you respond obediently, sitting up from your reclined position.

“Oh, what a good girl,” he praises. You wrap your lips around his tip and suck the precum seeping out.

“Oh fuuuuuck baby girl,” he rasps. You hollow out your cheeks and slowly inch him in your mouth. You put your hands on his hips as you bob your head back and forth. His hand flies to your hair when you pull all the way back to his tip before plunging him down your throat. You gag a little bit and pull back some, tears prickling at your eyes. You repeat the process until there are tears trickling down your cheeks.

“Shit baby, you give such good fuckin’ head,” he says through gritted teeth. “Look at ya, chokin’ on my cock.”

He lets you gag a few more times before he pulls your head back gently. He looks down at you sweetly and wipes the tears from your cheeks before offering his hand to help you up.

“You did so good f’me baby, gaggin’ on this big cock like a pro. I wanna stuff that pretty pussy now, though. Get on your knees f’me.”

You settle onto your knees, resting your palms on the back of the couch. A stinging smack lands on your right ass cheek and you moan.

“There’s that gorgeous ass I love to look at,” he says, squeezing it appreciatively. He lays his palm flat on your lower back, his other hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He pushes the tip into your entrance and your walls stretch around him. He’s a bit bigger than anything you’ve taken before and it stings for just a moment, making you whimper.

“I know it’s big baby girl. I’m gonna go slow,” he coos. He rubs his thumbs in soothing circles on your hips as he inches himself inside.

“You’re doin’ so good, takin’ me so well,” he praises.

“Oh fuck, I’m so full,” you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside you.

“Yeah baby? You like bein’ full of my big cock?”

“God yeah, it feels so good.”

He squeezes your hips affectionately as he sets a languid pace. He’s only been inside you for a minute and you know that no other man will be good enough ever again.

“Fuck, this is the best god damn pussy I’ve ever had,” he says, as if reading your mind. “Like it was made just for me.”

You begin to push back and meet his thrusts, your bodies moving in sync. His grip on your ass is so tight that you’re sure half moon shaped indentions will be left behind from his fingernails.

“That’s it baby, bounce back on my dick,” he grits out. He smacks your ass and groans appreciatively as it ripples underneath his palm. “Does it feel good baby, hmm? Tell me how good it feels, lemme hear you.”

“F-feels so good. You’re making my little pussy feel s-so fucking good.”

He grabs your shoulder and pulls you up so that your bodies are flush; he moves your hair aside and puts his lips to your ear as his thrusts become faster and more aggressive.

“I’m gonna destroy your pussy this weekend baby,” he says in a gravelly whisper. “I’ve been waitin’ so long. Might have to carry you into work Monday.”

“Oh god, please,” you mewl in response.

“Yeah baby? You’d like that huh, takin’ this cock all weekend?”

“Yes, oh god yes, your cock feels so good!”

He reaches around to toy with your clit and your head falls back onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you pant. He rubs your clit faster, pressing a frenzied kiss to your lips.

“That’s it, give it to me baby girl. Cum all over my cock.”

You grab onto his forearm to steady yourself as you cum hard around him. He talks you through it, whispering lowly in your ear.

“There ya go baby, let it go. Doing so good f’me darlin’.”

Once you’ve come back to earth, he pulls out gently and sits down on the couch. He takes you by the hand and guides you to straddle him again.

“I wanna see you baby,” he explains. “You’re a fuckin’ goddess.”

You sink onto his cock and he rests his hands on your hips. He guides your hips back and forth slowly and it feels so good that you attempt to speed up.

“No baby, let’s go slow,” he says, looking into your eyes. “Just enjoy this with me, yeah?”

You smile softly, saying, “yes sir” before grabbing his face and kissing him. His arms wrap around your torso and he holds you close, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“I want you to be my girl. Tell me you’ll be my girl baby.”

You respond without hesitation, “I’m yours Joel, all yours.”

The two of you share another kiss; Joel can no longer hold back and he plants his feet firmly on the ground so that he can thrust up into you.

“Can’t believe I get to call you mine,” he pants. “My pretty fuckin’ girl.”

“Oh god,” you whimper as he pounds into your g-spot. “Joel, fuck baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too baby girl. Should I pull out?”

“No! I want you inside me. Fuck, I want to feel you cum inside me so bad.”

“God damn, dirty little thing,” he grunts. “Gonna fill this little pussy so much.”

“Oh god, I’m cumming,” you announce, clenching around his cock. A chorus of, “fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck YES,” comes from your mouth. Joel makes a deep, guttural sound and spills inside of you, hugging your trembling body tight.

“Shit,” you giggle breathlessly.

“Yeah? Good?” he asks hopefully, just as breathless as you are.

“Good? Amazing. Incredible.”

He grins and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I could actually go again. How about you let me take you back to my place and I’ll put you in my jetted tub, hm? We’ll take a nice bath, maybe smoke a little more and then I’ll fuck you to sleep. How’s that sound?”

It’s your turn to grin and you give him a long, burning kiss.

“Sounds like an offer I can’t pass up.”

#joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou series #tlou smut

[lilacsbeeswax]

Anxiety

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader

Fluff

Warnings: Panic Attack, Party, Underage Drinking, Petnames, Unedited

Notes: First Theodore fic kinda nervous

MASTERLIST

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“God that exam was awful! If these bloody staircases didn’t move I’d be passed out in my bed right now!” I complained stomping up the polished stone stairs. The staircase room was buzzing with people trying to get to dorms and house common rooms since the last exam hour just ended.

“It couldn’t have been that bad,” Hermione comforted, “I’m sure you did better than Ron.”

“When do I not do better than Ron? A rat could do better than Ron!” I complained loudly.

A loud, “Hey!” Resounded from behind us as well as a boyish laugh. “It’s not funny Harry! She’s callin’ me daft!” Ron exclaimed.

“Well, she not wrong,” Ginny added.

“Alright guys let’s not pile on. I’m sure Ron did just fine.” I said sarcastically raising my eyebrows as we reached the common room portrait.

We continued our slow journey loosing people along the way to their dorms. By the time Hermione and I reached our dorm room I was exhausted.

“That Theodore Nott guy was staring at you again,” Hermione said passively as she sifted through her pockets for her key.

I chuckled nervously, Theodore and I had been dating for awhile, but I had told none of my friends. “Okay?”

“All you have to say is okay?” She asks incredulously as she opens the wooden door to our slightly messy dorm. “Either he’s incredibly creepy or he’s into you!”

“And either way we both know he’s a dick head.” I run and jump into my plush bed, Hermione followed suit into her own bed.

“But you have to admit,” she pauses with a giggle, “he’s quite hot with all of his brooding anger.”

I rub my temple with my thumb and forefinger. “If you want him that badly you can have him yourself!” I dramatically throw my arms back onto the mattress.

“Oh please! You think I have time to deal with all of that Slytherin drama?”

“And I do?”

“Doesn’t matter, Ginny insists that we go to this party tonight in the Slytherin common room, so you better wake up and prepare yourself for the night if your life!” She stands up and starts rummaging around her trunk.

“A party? Are you bloody serious Hermione? Who are you?”

“I am someone who has worked her self to the bone the entire semester to get perfect grades on the exams that are finally finished! It’s time to have a little fun, don’t you think?” She pulls out a low key yet fashionable outfit and lays it out on her bed. “Now, we have about 3 hours until the party, so take a 30 minute nap and then we are getting to work my friend!”

——-

I’m not sure what Hermione had thought when Ginny said we had to come to this party. Everything about the event is placed on her bad list. There has to be at least 200 people in attendance, so it’s loud and hot, people are drinking and making out, and dancing to the slightly too loud music. To talk you have to yell at the top of your lungs for gods sake!

The already dimly lit common room had become extraordinary dark, so I had lost Hermione and Ginny in about 5 minutes. I sifted through the crowd trying to find someone that I knew but everything is so overwhelming. The people, the music, the darkness, the smell, the heat, everything’s pushing through my brain so fast I can hardly breathe.

What can I taste? Nothing.

What can I smell? Fire whiskey, body odor, and cologne.

What can I touch? What can I feel? People way to many people trying to push me out of the way as I try desperately to find a wall or a closet or anything safe from the numerous people.

I make it to an unoccupied chair in the corner, maybe I can take a moment to breathe. Tears stream down my face but I can’t find the strength to care.

Count your fingers, take a deep breath. In, out. Think about Theo. His charming smile, his sweet words, his voice, his smell… wait his smell…

I’m shocked out of my thoughts by Theodore.

“Hey, sweetheart you’re okay.” He soothed me like a child it was barely audible with the loud yells of people and the music. “Come on.”

He grabs my hand and moves through the crowd with ease. I feel a sort of power radiate off of us, I never realized Theo is as respected as he is.

He leads me all the way to his dorm where it’s much quieter. When we walk into the emerald green room he asks, “Is this better?

“Much,” I sigh. The tears have stopped but my heart beat runs strong and I’m still incredibly shaky. I sit down on his bed bring my knees to my chin. “God, why did I let Ginny and Hermione bring me here? I hope they’re okay.”

“I’m sure they’re just fine,” he sits down next to me and places his hand on my knee, rubbing it gently with his thumb. “And I’m not god, but I think you wanted to have a little fun with your friends.”

“Yeah, but I should’ve known that I’d do this.”

“That wasn’t your fault, you know that right?”

“It was though, I don’t know why I can’t just have fun without being dramatic.”

“That wasn’t dramatic, that was traumatic and you couldn’t help it. It’s just the way your body reacts to stress.” He removes his hand from my knee and sits against his head board. He holds his arms out and says, “Now, come here.”

I crawl towards him and let him wrap me in a warm embrace. “Thank you Theo,” I mumble, attempting to get even closer to him.

“Always my love.”

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#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #fluff #my writing #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter

[prose-for-hire]

High Stakes

Pairing: Spike x witch!reader (gn)

Request: I was wondering about maybe one where spike and reader are in a relationship like a really healthy one and he is completely in love them but the scooby gang ask them to do some really big draining spell because they are more powerful witch then willow and like reader starts to panic once leaving the magic box with spike and he is super concerned and like they start to have a panic attack and he immediately starts calming them down and looking after them and it’s just really fluffy and angsty.

Requested by: @witchb1tches

Warning: Reader has a panic attack. Crying. 

There was a storm brewing. The sky was dark but only you could feel it. You were at one with the elements. A powerful sorcerer who had unfathomable power. As you waled briskly through the streets, your hands laced with Spike’s, you tried to push down your anxieties and focus on the feeling of his hand in yours.

You and Spike had been together for years. He adored you with ever fibre of his being and you matched his love in every way. It was a love that others only dreamed of. You had met at a demon bar one evening and in attempting to impress you, Spike had picked a fight with half of the bar. When he got in trouble and they all tried to jump him at once, you stood up raised your hand, making the entire crowd slam into the back wall of the bar as if shoved by an invisible force.

Spike had just stared, mouth wide open as you winked and left him in the bar, saying your goodbyes. Although you didn’t agree with love at first sight, the ground started humming and the breeze that whistled through your ears on the way home telling you that you had met the one. You waited though, to see if he would make the first move. To test if it really was fate.

You had run into each other several times after that and after getting over the fact that you were friends with the Slayer, he built up the courage to ask you on an actual date. He had even brought flowers that looked suspiciously like they had been swiped from a nearby grave. He had been rather bashful and it had been incredibly endearing, you only understood later on why he was so nervous of rejection.

You had been laying in bed when you got the SOS message from Xander. Some big evil this or some creepy spell that. You knew you had to come as fast as you could and your vampire insisted he was only coming to try and score a nip of blood, but you knew him better than that.

“Don’t know why they think you’re at their every bleedin’ beck and call” Spike had been sulking the entire way there, his unlit cigarette bobbing from his mouth as he spoke. He mostly did it to see you smile, he was very fond of your smile. He did this, especially when he sensed that you were feeling tense about something.

“Spike, it’s the end of the world, we can’t just hold each other and wait for it to get us”

“If it was the end of the world, we’d be doin’ more than cuddlin’. That I can tell you, pet” he pointed at you, his cigarette between his fingers as a curl of smoke escaped his smirk. You rolled your eyes and pushed him playfully as you walked.

“I have power, it would be wrong not to do something to help”

“No, what’s wrong is callin’ up a vampire in the middle of the afternoon while he’s trying to sleep! Apocalypses are ten-to-the-bloody-dozen ‘round here, we could have finished our nap and still caught the next one, I wager”

“That may be true, but-” You started to defend your younger friends and Giles, but that was when you sensed it. The coming storm had distracted you but now you saw it. The Magic Box was ablaze, green fire licked the building and what looked like a tornado inside the store fanned the flames.

You ran straight into the fire, with Spike trying to pull you back. You shot him a meaningful look, your intentions sending your thoughts and reasons into his own head. He nodded, understanding, the fire was magically suspended, something (probably Willow and Tara) was working against the damage.

When you both arrived, Spike had a hand firmly on your waist, he knew that in this sort of fight, you were the one that was doing the protecting. He was man enough to admit that. But it didn’t stop him wanting to ensure that you were by his side. Safe from harm’s way.

The scene was pure chaos, and not in a nice, neat, easy-to-calm way. You had ceased many of those for your friends before. This one was different. An invisible tornado had whipped up around the store, the noise was so loud it was near impossible to hear yourself think. Anya was trying to hold down anything valuable from getting more broken while Giles and Willow were screaming incantations over the din.

“No bloody way” Spike muttered, taking you hand and trying to lead you out again. There was no sodding, buggering, bloody way that you two were getting involved in this one. The slayer and her little friends could fry for all he cared. Just so long as it didn’t involve you.

Buffy was trying to fight the air around her, with Xander on back up, as some force kept attacking the two that were trying to reduce the amount of fire that threatened to consume them.

That was when you saw it. In the centre of the room, the eye of the tornado.

“Th-that book…” You said softly. You knew that book, you could feel the ancient power rolling off it. Humans couldn’t touch that book unless they were powerful enough to withstand it’s hold on their souls.

And seemingly, Tara had touched it. She was suspended in the corner of the room, eyes black and her hair to match. She was a good witch, but not powerful enough to withstand something like that. You weren’t even sure that you were.

How had they found it? Why was it here?

No wonder the world was ending. One chapter, no one sentence even, from that book spoken aloud by someone that didn’t know what to do with it and the whole fabric of this dimension, and many others, would tear and scatter until it was no more.

That book was supposed to be suspended in a hell dimension and, you later found out, Willow had received it as a Birthday gift from an unnamed admirer.

“Y/n, we need to do this, now!” Buffy shouted over the noise. It was a lot worse than you had expected. Time was speeding up, lives were in danger and the whole thing seemed to be resting on you. You wavered, the others couldn’t see it over all the chaos. But he could. Your Spike. Your protector. He was the only thing that could ground you.

“Piss off, would you! You saw what happened to them last time” Spike stepped up to the Slayer menacingly, his leather duster whipping around him in the artificial wind. He cared about you, deeply, none of your friends could deny it. He was worried about you, doing so many spells for them he thought they took it for granted that you could just bounce back and be fine. He told them as much whilst simultaneously throwing a few punches at this invisible being that was trying to fight the room.

You were stood there, seemingly daydreaming as you stood still as the mayhem raged around you, just staring at the book.

“Y/n, the stakes are high, are you, ah, able to do this?” Giles asked, pausing from chanting as he realised that you were now using your own power to hold off the fire.

“We don’t use that word in our house, stakes that is. What with the whole burning at the stake bit” Spike cut in, throwing a punch and overbalancing when it didn’t connect with anything. He managed to style it out, rolling and landing back onto his feet.

“And the dusty vampire thing” You agreed distractedly, pressing your lips against his as he got up from the floor beside you.

“Yes, yes, well? Are you able to do it?” Giles was growing impatient with the man that was always so close by your side. Both Giles and you knew what you had to do. It was something that no other could do. If you didn’t do this, Buffy would never be able to get the upper hand. You may all perish in an instant.

“I can stop time, isolating it so that Buffy can still move will, uh, take a lot… But, luckily for you I am blessed with a lot of power” You insisted, feeling their resolves falter slightly. Buffy had never faced anything like this before. The Hellmouth opening was nothing compared to complete obliteration of dimensions.

The way your power works, you would be pushing against time whilst also pulling Buffy into the present with you. Shifting more than yourself was known to be near-impossible when stopping time. You had done it once before but it had taken a lot out of you.

Spike stayed stood by your side in all of this, only fending off anything that came towards you now. You nodded at him gently, he was always in awe of you, but more so every day.

It was a lot of pressure and the responsibility was crushing. But you persevered, Spike nodding by your side, giving his unending support without even having to say a word. You took a breath, closed your eyes and raised your arms, chanting rapidly.

You did it. When you opened your eyes time had stopped, your love frozen by your side. 

Buffy nodded at you, able to move as you held the very threads of time together. It was already taking a toll on your body. It was like you were hanging over the edge of the universe, grip so tight that your knuckles whitened, grimace on your face as you tried to stop everything from tipping into nothingness.

You stopped time long enough for Buffy to decloak the invisible force, the Slayer was already weakened from the earlier fight but managed to kill the demon that had emerged from the book. It bled profusely, spraying the floor with an orange goo.

“Don’t- not on the book!” You screamed, if any demon blood got on that book literally anything could happen. But none of it good.

With one final flourish, Buffy managed to slay the demon and take its weapon, a long staff that had been invisible until now that was needed to return Tara back to them.

While you were watching her, you were hurting, aching all over, you couldn’t hold it any longer. While Buffy finished, you had a spinning wheel of dimensions in your mind and you dropped the book into nearest Hell dimension, hoping it could hold it.

You dropped to the floor as the book disappeared, the wind stopped and everything went silent. Tara was back to herself after a ceremonial wave of the staff, now propped up in a corner by Willow as everyone else skidded towards them. A battered Buffy included.

“You okay?” Spike asked it quietly, as you got to your feet, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention from the group. You nodded once but he wasn’t convinced. He knew you inside out and he took your hand tenderly as he spoke.

“Yeah, I-” You started but the look he gave you told you that he knew. He could sense it. You weren’t doing okay.

“I, uh, I just need some air” You said, grappling with yourself to get out of the magic shop, your hand no longer clasping Spike’s. He was on your heels, throwing a glare behind him at your friends as he went.

The others called their thanks to you as you left, while Xander tended to Buffy’s battle wounds. Your friends all loved you but they didn’t understand certain things about you. You were known as being a little odd, you went missing for periods of time and you frequently shied away from praise or gratitude. But they were fond of you all the same.

You were overwhelmed. Drained and scared you hadn’t done the right thing. What if that book was summoned in another dimension and you could do nothing to stop it? What if you had killed thousands of others by only saving the dimension you lived in?What if it came back and a different chapter opened, one where you couldn’t fight it?

Once outside, the storm had started. The thunder cracked through the air as your heart hammered through your chest. Your chest writhed in pain, as if several hands were scratching at you from within, trying to claw their way out of you. You couldn’t take a full breath, your breathing quickly shallowed, as if something was wringing out your lungs.

It had been creeping up on you ever since you had started the spell, but it had just crashed on top of you like a ton of bricks. You slid down the wall you had been leaning against, clutching your heart and fighting for breath. You were panicking.

“You’re okay, love, ‘m right here with you” Spike knew immediately what it was, crouching down beside you the ghost of his touch hovering over your shoulder as it erratically rose and fell.

“I- I can’t-” You stammered, lightning violently cracking through the air as you spoke.

“You’re okay, love.” he soothed, taking big unneeded breaths of his own to give you something to focus on. You tried to speak but he shook your head, you needed to focus on your breathing, “Breathe, Y/n, that’s right.”

He continued to breathe with you, your fingers numbing and your chest feeling like it was caving in. You felt like you needed to reach inside and stop it somehow but you could summon no amount of power or magic to stop it. This made it worse, you couldn’t control it. You couldn’t stop it and the storm raged on, worse this time as the thunder came from within.

“You’re safe, I’ve got you. Not gonna let anythin’ nasty get you, just take your time” He knelt before you, so that he was all that you could see.

As you slowly managed to regulate your breathing, you stayed sat in the same position as before. Rain started to fall as your tears broke, rolling down your face as the rain pelted down from the sky. You reached for him and he held you, arms wrapping around you as raindrops rolled down his cheeks.

You both stayed, crouched on the floor with the rain hammering down and soaking you both as he pressed the most tender kisses. First against your forehead, then your temple and finally a gentle peck against your lips.

Eventually, Spike moved, only to remove his leather duster to drape it around your shoulders. You hadn’t brought a jacket despite his insistence back in your shared crypt. He didn’t feel the weather and even if he did he would have done the same. Just as he knew you would for him.  

“Sorry about…”

“Don’t you ever apologise. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, you got nothin’ to be sorry for. I meant it, I always mean it. I’m here for every part of you” The look in his eyes told you that he meant every word. There was no reason for you to ever feel embarrassed, especially not around him. You would never be a burden, nor an inconvenience.

“Thanks” you murmured, but the look he gave you told you that him being here for you was not something he needed to be thanked for, he loved you after all. He was by your side always.

“Let’s get you home, love, catch your death out here” he joked, a watery smile on your face as you pulled his jacket around you. He encouraged you to lean against him as you walked, his arm firmly around your shoulders, the weather clearing if only slightly as you went.

#spike x reader #spike x you #spike btvs #spike btvs x reader #spike imagine #spike btvs imagine #btvs #btvs x you #btvs imagine #btvs x reader #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #witch reader #gender neutral #gn #magic

[xxshadowbabexx]

Hi! I've been thinking ab Soap x Irish reader, like, upon joining TF141, he immediately noticed her accent; the distinctive blend of curly hair and freckles made it challenging to conceal her ethnicity. If you don't want to write anything about it that's fine!!

A Chance to Take

Warnings: language, i think that’s it

Price had gathered the men in his office to go over the details of their upcoming mission. The mission was pretty simple, really. Find out where the enemy keeps the bombs, and take them before they get the chance to use them. If things went well then there should really be little to know combat. The problem? None of them had a dog that could sniff out bombs. 

And that’s where you came in. You and your bulky four-year old german shepherd were quite the mix. Devastating on the battlefield, with a reputation that precedes you. 

So you were assigned to assist them on the mission. You and your dog, Aerin, would be tagging along to help locate the explosives, and the 141 would be there to help diffuse the bombs (Soap has excellent expertise there), and as a safeguard in case you met with trouble along the way. 

The squad all had different opinions on doing a joint mission. Gaz was pretty excited to meet someone new, ever the social butterfly. Soap was rather indifferent, and Ghost was rather against the idea. It was no secret that he wasn’t a people person, and he preferred to stay with his squad since he had years of built up trust with them. Soap understood that, and in turn was a bit defensive of someone new coming in, not wanting to rock the boat with Ghost. 

Or at least, that’s how he had felt. Until he saw you. 

You walked in the room, a pep in your step that caused your curls to bounce around your face. Retelling the story later, he would swear he heard angles sing- but maybe it was just the sound of your voice as you introduced yourself. 

He was too tuned out to bother listening to Price as he spoke, only catching something about “two months” before he dismissed them. 

When they exited the office, Soap noticed you and Aerin heading in the opposite direction of the boys, and he bounded up to you. 

“Ey there, lass, there ain’t a chance ye’d go to the pup tonight, is ‘ere?” you giggled, and he thought he was in heaven. 

“Is this supposed to be yew askin’ me out, MacTavish,” God, the use of his last name sent chills down his spine. Made him itch with the urge to know you. 

“Depends on if yer acceptin er not, bonnie,” he smirks, and that’s how you found yourself here now. 

Three drinks in and having a better time than you thought possible. Soap initially struck you as arrogant, maybe even an asshole. But now you questioned whether he was more than that. He was funny and laughed at your good jokes, lighthearted and passionate. Not to mention real fucking good looking. 

“So bird, ‘ve been wonderin sumthin,” Soap starts, turning to face you clearer. 

“Oh?”

He smiled and leaned in, “Any chance a lil bonnie lass like yerself is single? I know we’ve jus met but I’m wonderin if this is a option I should keep open,”

You grinned, toothily, “Is my MacTavish falling on me?” you teased, not noticing how his heart skipped a beat. 

My MacTavish. The words echoed around endlessly in his head. He was always someone who knew what he wanted, and now all it was for you to say it again. 

“If we keep on goin like this ye jus might be able to keep callin me that, lassie,”

You smiled as you took another sip of your drink. “‘M counting on it, my MacTavish,”

Two drinks later, and Soap is insisting on walking you to your room. Aerin walked a pace ahead of the two of you, as you both talked, tipsily leaning on each other for support. 

“Well, here’s me,” you slurred, standing in the doorway. 

Johnny smiled, cupping your chin and leaning in. You thought he was going to kiss you, but no. He’s a decent man and knows that the both of you aren’t in the state for this. 

“Let me take you out somewhere nice sometime? Outside of th’ base?”

And well, what do you say?

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[vintageshanny]

Play Something For Me - Part 7 - Over the Rainbow

Content: Ruby and Elvis enjoy a sweet and smutty Thanksgiving in 1973 that involves a leather suit with rainbow fringe. 18+

Thank you to @peaceloveelvis for inspiring me with this pic of leather rainbow fringe pants that I didn’t know existed. And eternal gratitude to my lovely friends who’ve cheered me on in writing this series! 😘 @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @thatbanditqueen @lookingforrainbows @from-memphis-with-love @missmaywemeetagain @powerofelvis @arrolyn1114

If you need to catch up, here’s the series page:

Play Something For Me

Wednesday, November 21st, 1973

“But mom, I wanna go with you! It’s not fair!” Ella’s chocolate-brown eyes glazed over with tears as she pleaded her case. “Oh, honey, I know. There’s nothing I can do, it’s your father’s turn for Thanksgiving this year. But Elvis was very insistent that we both come for Christmas, so you’ll get to see Graceland then.” Ruby rubbed Ella’s back as she embraced her, soothing away the tears while she tried to hold her own nerves at bay.

After the week Elvis had spent in St. Louis at Halloween, he’d had to go back to Memphis to “take care of some business,” as he put it. The times they’d spent together so far had been in a sort of cocoon of love. Now she’d be entering his home and his normal daily life, whatever that entailed. After his comment about wanting her to move in, she felt a little terrified at how the visit would go.

A car horn honked outside, and Ruby gave Ella one last reassuring squeeze. “I love you, Ella-bella,” she murmured. “I’ll tell you all about Graceland when you come home on Sunday.” “You better,” Ella said with a small smile, trying to will herself into a better mood. “And I love you too.”

With Ella safely picked up, Ruby turned her attention back to her closet so she could finish packing for the long weekend. “What exactly does one wear for Thanksgiving at Graceland?” she muttered under her breath as she surveyed what looked to her like a bunch of frumpy “mom” dresses. “I wonder if I have time to alter anything…” she continued her one-way conversation when the phone interrupted her thoughts with its shrill tone.

“Hey, sweet red Ruby,” the unmistakable timbre sent butterflies swarming through her belly. “Elvis! It’s you!” Ruby squeaked out nervously. “Course it’s me baby, ya got another man callin’ ya?” he asked with a hint of suspicion in his voice. “No, no, sorry, I’m just…nervous about tomorrow,” Ruby admitted. Elvis’ tone softened instantly. “W-w-why ya nervous honey? It’s jus’ me. You ain’t never gotta be nervous or scared ‘round me.” Ruby cleared her throat a little bit. “Yeah, I know, I just hope I fit in there with you, in your home,” she said with an anxious sigh. “Ruby honey, ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that. Ya already know we fit together perfectly. In every way,” he added, and Ruby could almost see his cheeky grin right through the phone line as a flush rose on her face and a strained little whimper escaped her lips. Elvis laughed and teased, “Red Ruby, wait til ya get here so I can see the look on your face when ya make those noises.” Then he added more seriously, “I can’t wait ta see ya, honey. I miss ya so much.” Ruby’s heart melted right down and warmed her entire body. “Me too, baby.”

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Ruby landed at the airport in Memphis at 11:18 Thursday morning with all the other last-minute Thanksgiving travelers. She bit down on her lip nervously as she looked around for Charlie, who she knew Elvis was sending to pick her up. She’d met Charlie in Las Vegas and he was sweet enough, although maybe a little desperate for Elvis’ approval. She inwardly chuckled, thinking how Elvis’ entourage probably thought the same about her. Charlie was polite but quiet on the drive to Graceland, as if he sensed her nerves and didn’t want to say anything that might escalate them.

Ruby gasped a little bit as they pulled up to the famed music note gate. She’d seen pictures of the house in magazines, but it was even more beautiful in person. She somehow felt Elvis’ aura and energy the moment they started up the driveway, and the nerves and excitement intensified as they parked and headed for the door. “We’ll go in the back ‘cuz he’s probably in the den waitin’ for ya,” Charlie explained. Ruby nodded anxiously and followed.

As she walked through the door and into a room filled with interesting furniture and an actual waterfall along the wall, she only had eyes for her beautiful man, who was sitting in a high-backed chair, holding court with his loyal subjects. He was talking and laughing, and his warm energy called to her. As soon as he laid eyes on her, he jumped to his feet and swooped her up in a big hug. “Ever’one, this is my sweet red Ruby,” he declared proudly, showing her off like a shiny new car. Most of the guys she recognized from Las Vegas, but she was introduced to some girlfriends and wives, plus a couple other employees. “Imma take Ruby on a tour,” Elvis said with a little wink as he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the basement steps. As they walked away, she could swear she heard someone remark, “It’s nice to see someone closer to his age.” Elvis must have heard it too because his grip tightened slightly, but he chose to ignore it for now.

“Will I get to meet Lisa?” Ruby asked as they walked down the stairs and turned right. She could see Elvis’ jaw tighten and his eyes turn stormy. “Naw, baby, Cilla is bein’ a –” Elvis caught himself and blinked slowly, trying to calm down. “Cilla won’t let her come home til Christmas,” he said, his eyes dropping sadly. Ruby wrapped her arms around him in a comforting embrace. “I’m sorry, Elvis,” she said softly. “I know how hard it is to be without your baby at the holidays. I guess the silver lining for us is that we have some time alone right now.” Elvis glanced up at her face quickly, his sad expression turning playful. “And what did ya have in mind for the alone time, Miss Ruby? Hmm?” he questioned teasingly.

“Well,” Ruby murmured with a deep blush, “I did notice the first stop on the tour is this big couch.” She nodded toward the long couch right behind Elvis. “And you’re here looking so sexy like this,” she added as she fully took in his outfit for the first time. Along with his usual assortment of rings and necklaces, he was wearing a brown leather jacket with long rainbow-colored fringe over a green button-down shirt. His leather pants matched the jacket, rainbow fringe and all. “Ya like it? I thought it felt like a Thanksgiving thing,” he said, his crooked grin lighting up his face. Ruby had to hold back a giggle at how cute he was to try to dress on theme for the holiday. “I love it, Elvis, there’s no one quite like you,” Ruby said, letting her hands drop and her fingers run ever so lightly over the soft bulge in his leather pants, causing a shiver to run though him. “I should hope not,” he said, smiling, resting one large hand on her shoulder, his warm fingers gently brushing the bare skin of her neck.

“You look very beautiful yourself, sweet Ruby,” Elvis said as he took her in, his eyelids seeming to grow heavy with lust. Ruby beamed, happy that she had chosen the right thing to wear - a burgundy sweater dress with a short flared skirt and a scoop neckline with a drawstring bow. Elvis’ fingers’ moved a little lower down her neck until they were tracing the neckline of her dress, running gently over her cleavage. The mixture of the warmth of his hand and the cool metal of his rings raised goosebumps on her skin. “This little dress is giving me some thoughts,” he whispered lowly as he gave the drawstring a little tug, the bow coming undone and the fabric gaping open a little bit. Elvis bent down and started pressing wet kisses to the exposed area of her chest, little moans coming from both of them. “Oh, baby, you’re makin’ me weak in the knees,” Elvis chuckled. “Let’s sit down for a minute.”

Sitting was the last thing on either of their minds though as Elvis pulled Ruby onto his lap on the couch and explored her mouth, her ear, her neck, and her chest with his tongue. He pulled the front of her dress and the cup of her lacy bra down a little more until one of her breasts was exposed. As he grazed his teeth lightly over her nipple and then sucked it into his warm mouth, flicking it with his tongue, Ruby couldn’t help but instinctually grind down onto his package that had grown so hard she wasn’t sure how it hadn’t burst right through the leather. She hoped the breathy moans from the two of them weren’t wafting up the stairs, but Elvis didn’t seem worried. “Goddamn, baby, I’ve missed ya,” he moaned out as Ruby leaned in and bit softly on his lower lip, then ran her tongue over it. She reached down between them and rubbed her hand back and forth over his bulge, the friction becoming too much for him to bear. “Oh, damn, Ruby, I-I-I love ya baby,” he said with a shudder as she suddenly felt a damp warmth beneath her hand. “I love you too, Elvis,” Ruby whispered as she laid her hand over his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat trying to return to its normal rhythm.

“EP, it’s almost turkey time!” a voice shouted down from upstairs. “Shoot, what am I gonna do ‘bout my pants?” Elvis muttered, looking down at where a sticky wet spot had soaked right through the leather. “I’ll have ta sneak up and change. Baby, can you go up and tell ever’one to wait for me in the dining room?” “Of course,” Ruby smiled as she stood up and straightened out her dress, re-tying the neckline and leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek before going back upstairs.

Twenty minutes later, everyone had gathered in the dining room for a Thanksgiving feast and Elvis appeared wearing the same jacket but with some black pants. Nancy, one of the cooks who Ruby had been briefly introduced to earlier, brought in a platter of food and looked at Elvis in surprise. “Mr. Elvis, you were so excited about your outfit! Why’d ya change your pants?” Elvis’ face turned red as he stumbled for an answer. Joe started snickering. “I think Elvis needs to know how to get something sticky out of leather. Any tips, Nancy?” Elvis gave Joe a glare that could freeze hell over, but all the guys seemed to have trouble holding back their laughter. Especially when Nancy chimed in with, “You didn’t get syrup on your pants again, did ya?”

Sitting at Elvis’ side, Ruby could feel her face burning red as she realized everyone probably could hear them in the basement. Elvis looked a bit embarrassed too, but Ruby’s presence had a way of lightening his mood. He just leaned in and whispered loudly, “Ignore these assholes Ruby.” Then he dropped his voice so only she could hear. “We’ll go up to my soundproof bedroom later and do whatever you want.” Ruby blushed again and smiled broadly at him as he winked at her. He always made her feel comfortable and protected.

After a delicious dinner, some of the guys went to the basement to play pool, but Elvis sat down and started playing gospel songs on the piano. A few others joined in singing, and Ruby leaned at the edge of the piano, watching Elvis’ passionate face as memories from long ago washed over her. As he started playing “If I Loved You,” he looked up and caught her eye with a big grin, causing her to blush and look away. She knew they were both picturing her kneeling between his legs at the piano bench fifteen years ago. Ruby could feel her pulse quicken at the thought. If only no one else was around, she’d do it all again. She thought about how soft and smooth he felt when she rolled his foreskin up and down, the inviting way his head peeked out when he was fully hard, how sensitive it was when she touched her tongue to it…her chest was starting to heave with all these fantasies racing through her mind, all while staring at this most perfect of faces. As if sensing her desire, Elvis announced they were going to turn in for the night and thanked everyone for celebrating with him. He grabbed Ruby’s hand and showed her the way to the master bedroom.

“I know what you were thinkin’ ‘bout red Ruby,” Elvis teased once they were alone. “You were thinking the same thing!” Ruby protested, swatting at his arm. Elvis smiled so big that his cute dimple flashed at her. “Maybe,” he said. “I was thinkin’ of somethin’ else though, too.” “What’s that?” Ruby asked. “I was thinkin,” Elvis said as he ran his hands down her sides and gently squeezed her waist, “that I wanna lick your pretty little kitty again. I like knowin’ I’m the first man that ever did that to ya.” “You’re the only man,” Ruby corrected as she reached up and stroked his cheek softly. “I have a few firsts with you, but I don’t think you have any with me,” she said, her voice sounding a little bit sad. Elvis looked at her in surprise. He gave her forehead a tender kiss before he spoke.

“Baby, you’re the first woman I’ve been with where I feel like ya want to spend time with me just as much as I do with you. Not spend money or get your name in the papers or any of that, but just spend time with me and and enjoy me and love me for who I am. You’re interested when I talk to ya, you’re affectionate with me all the time, ya never say ya need a break from me, you accept me completely. That’s a first for me, and probably the most important first there is.” Ruby looked up at him, her eyes misty with emotion. “Well, any woman who doesn’t see what a special person you are, even without the money and fame, must be crazy. But that’s okay, because now I get to be the lucky one.”

“You sure do, baby, and let me show ya just how lucky.” Ruby squealed with delight as Elvis tossed her on the bed so he could get to work worshipping her with his tongue.

#elvis #big daddy elvis #elvis fan fic #elvis fan fiction #elvis x oc #Elvis x Ruby #play something for me #I love this man

[sprinklesofktrash]

Rules are meant to be broken -c.yeonjun

Pairings: sugar daddy! Yeonjun x fem reader

Warnings: smut, cursing, blood, stitches, jealousy, fingering, fem reader receiving, oral, mentions of cum, moaning, cold! Yeonjun, Yeonjun’s thick lips.

Word counts: 11k (it’s a little long but I hope you all don’t think it’s too boring)

Summary: As a joke, you went on a sugar daddy app to see if it’s actually true.

“Are you sure this thing is legit?” You look down at your phone, waiting for your friend to respond before putting your information in.

“Only one way to find out,” she says. You both glance at your phone, you shrug and enter your information.

What could go wrong?

“It would be funny if I don’t get anyone,” you laugh, “what if I’m too ugly to me in this app?” You said jokingly.

Your friend smacks the back of your head. She doesn’t like it when anyone thinks wrongly about themselves or even talks down about their appearances.

“Right, right, sorry” you scratch your head. The app accepted your login and the feed popped up.

“There’s only older men” you pout as you scroll through. Your friend stands behind you as she watches you scroll.

“They’re the ones who give you more money,” she said. You weren’t into it. “I want someone under 30. Who knows, maybe I’m looking for marriage in the future” you wink at her. She rolls her eyes.

“Good luck finding that. They’re rare” she sits across from you as she flips through the book she’s been reading.

“If you’re matched with someone, the first thing you should ask is money, we got rent due soon,” she said nonchalantly. You chuckle.

“Damn, can’t even get to the know the guy first?” You asks but she was right. You both are struggling to pay rent even though your friend is more successful than you.

“Okay, let’s do this” you straighten your body and hold the phone in front of you. “I’ll close my eyes and swipe left to 5 people and if I don’t have a response by tomorrow, I’m deleting the app” you proposed.

“Hmm, up to you” your friend wasn’t paying attention. You rolled your eyes.

You look down at the app and close your eyes. You swipe left to 5 guys and afterward, you quickly close the app.

Please give me a hot, sexy, delicious-looking guy. If he’s old, just make sure he’s under 40. I preferably want someone in their twenties. It’s not much.

The next morning, your curiosity woke you up from the selection you made last night. You quickly snatch your phone from the nightstand and open the app.

You sigh.

Nothing.

You lock your phone before putting it to the side. You groan before getting up to get ready to go to work.

“Any luck?” Your friend asks as you both enter the building. You shake your head no. “Awh” she pulls you in for a side hug.

“We got to work harder now” she rubs your arm. You agreed. “My friend found someone instantly. They’re getting married soon too!” She said, pulling out her phone to show you her friend.

You look at your friend blankly, “that’s because she’s hot!” You said irritatedly. She looks down at her phone and shrug.

“You’re hot too! You’ll find someone, babes. Just relax!” She bumps her hip with yours, making you hit someone beside you.

“Sorry” you bump into someone. You look up and realize it was Kai.

“Morning Kai” you murmur under your breath. Kai smiles at you, “I didn’t recognize you. Did you get shorter or did I grow taller?” He asks, teasing you like always. You glare at him.

He always makes fun of your height. Even when you are older than him he doesn’t care how he talks to you or the way he jokes around with you. He’s like a little brother you never wanted.

" Hey! let’s go-to karaoke tonight? It’s been a while since we all hang out” Kai begs the both of you.

“Let’s do it,” your friend said enthusiastically. You sigh and nodded.

“I’ll buy the drinks” Kai insists. Your mood lightens up, “okay! That’s what we’re talking about!” You rub your palms together. The three of you went inside the elevator to begin your day at work.

“Touch me, tease me, fill me up. Callin’ something in the way you wanna talk…” You can’t along to the lyrics. Kai was dancing.

“I’m taking a break, Kai your next,” you said out of breath. Kai nodded as he chose the next song.

You went to check your phone, hoping you’d get something. Your friend sighed when she saw you look gloomy after you didn’t receive anything. “Stop checking your phone, it’s our night out” she clung to your arm.

You force a smile and nodded, “fine” you put your phone away.

That night, both your friend and Kai got drunk. “Damn Kai, you’re heavy as fuck!” You groan as you try to help him in the taxi.

“I’m not fat! Take that back!” He slur. You shush him and push him into the back seat. You look at the driver and told him his address.

“I’ll see you, Monday Kai,” you told him. Kai pout and wave bye to you. The driver drove off as you head to check on your friend who was already asleep on the bench.

“Let’s go home” you groan and help her up. Luckily, your place was around the corner.

After you had changed and showered, you were laying on your bed when you got a bing from your phone. You checked it and you got a notification with a match from the sugar daddy app.

You shriek. You open the app to see who you got matched with. You gasp out loud when you saw the guy. He looks around your age. You couldn’t help but wonder what a young person is doing in a sugar daddy app.

You were curious, you think this is a prank and you’re being scammed so you weren’t sure if you want to go along with it.

Your eyes widen when he sent you a text.

‘Hello, my name is Yeonjun. I see that we’re matched. Would you like to meet?’

You gasp.

“He wants to meet?!” You whispered, the sleepiness completely wiped out of your eyes. You’re fully awake now.

You cleared your throat as if you were about to speak with him.

‘Hello, with all due respect, I don’t want any sort of intimacy with anyone from this app. That is my intention’ you sent.

‘I understand. I have to agree with you too. This is a business agreement, I will not sleep with my clients.’

You bit your lip. It seems too good to be true. You would have to take your friend with you if you ever meet him because you’re not the type to meet strangers.

Especially when they’re too handsome like this person.

‘Is this meeting have to deal with me signing a contract to keep my mouth shut?’

You ask. You were biting your nail as you wait for his response.

‘You know your stuff but yes. If you would like, we could meet tomorrow so we can get formally introduced.’

The way he speaks just sounds so professional as if he’s done this before. You gulped before typing again.

‘Sure, please let me know where to meet you’

He immediately responded, ‘Great. I will send you an address after this message. Please do not be late, I will not tolerate it. Dress professionally and be well-groomed.’

He sends you the address afterward. You were still shocked at this interaction. You turn on multiple alarms so you won’t be late to meet him. You lock your phone and set it aside.

There were a lot of demands you have to meet if this is only to meet him, who knows what he’ll put in the contracts.

You woke up two hours early to get ready. Mainly to find a good outfit to wear. He said to dress professionally, you look at your closet which has a lot of jeans and t-shirts.

You dig into your closet to find a good dress to wear. “Finally!” You breathe out as you pull out a navy blue pencil dress that stops by your knee.

You steamed the dress and begin to get ready. You had put your hair up in a low bun and put on jewelry. Luckily, you still have time to get out and leave.

“Whoa, where are you going at 10 am on a Saturday? Dressing like that?” Your friend asks as she sprawls out on the couch.

“I got matched! Last night. I have to meet him to sign some papers” you grab your purse and head to the front door.

“Did you want me to come with you? In case he’s a serial killer?” She suggests, putting a sweater on.

“No, can you stay on your takes though? Answer your phone when I call you?” You ask as you put on a black stilettos heels.

“Sure, be safe,” your friend said. You nodded as you take your first step. “Damn this heel is tall as fuck!” You wince, praying that your ankles don't fold on you.

“The last time I saw you have those on was college graduation” you chuckle. You groan and open the door.

You had ordered a taxi before you left, thank god there was no traffic and you get to the address quickly. You entered the tall building and head toward the receptionist.

“Hello, I have an appointment with Mr. Yeonjun?” Your breath was shaky from when you were running across the street thinking you were late.

She looks down at the computer before looking back at you, “Ms. y/n?” She calls your name.

You nodded.

“You’re very early” she looks at the time. You were about 40 minutes early. “Yes, he was very stern on getting here on time” you laugh nervously.

“Hmm, Mr. Choi is currently in a meeting. I would be happy to let you know when he’s done. For now, you can hang around” she smiles.

You nodded.

There was a cafe in the building and your stomach was growling from hunger so you decide to order something light before your meeting.

You groan at the pain forming on your feet. You take off your heel to rub your feet. It’s been a while since you wear pretty high heels and you didn’t have the chance to break them out.

You look around at all the ladies working under this company. You notice how all of them dress up pretty well and have really good manners. They all look fit and clean. All of them wear the same height in heels so you assume it’s part of the company policy.

You, on the other hand, do not like them. You know when you have good manners but at the same time, you’re not sure if it’s good. You don’t sit straight, you hunch your back when you work, you don’t like wearing heels and prefer shoes or flats.

You prefer not to dress up but rather dress casually. You don’t like to wear makeup unless it’s needed. You just have your way of doing things.

You waited awhile and the receptionist told you he was ready for you. She heads upstairs with you until she knows you’re with him she’ll take her to leave.

“Mr. Choi, your guest is here,” she said behind the door. You gulped as you try to fix your clothes and wipe whatever crumbs were on your face.

“Come in,” a voice said from behind the door. She opens the door and bows to let you in. Your eyes met his as you slowly get shy and walk very slowly.

Oh wow, he’s real.

He looks exactly like the pictures he uses for his profile. He’s a lot more handsome in person, though. His skin is a lot paler in person. He was too good-looking, it feels wrong to stare at him for too long.

The door closes behind you, making you jump. You gulp and look back at him. He notice how you felt intimidated by his presence.

“Have a seat” he said, sternly. You quickly made your way to sit in front of him. Your legs bounce nervously as you look around and wait for him to talk.

“Before the contract, I do want to get to know you” his voice was loud and clear. It was so demanding. You revert your attention to him as he put aside what he was working on and wait for you to talk.

“I-uh, my name is y/n, I am a marketing consultant at Han’s company. I am twenty-two, I live with my best friend and I am happy to be here “ you felt like you were being interviewed. It seems like it is from the way things are going.

“You seem too nervous, I hope you won’t be like that during your contract with me,” he said as he lean back on his chair.

He handed you a black file, and you accepted it. “Please read over the contract and sign it. Take as much time as you need and please ask questions if you have any” he says.

You nodded. He stared blankly at you, waiting for you to start reading. “Oh you mean now,” you said as you open the file up.

There are a lot of demands he wants you to meet.

1. Must dress professionally.

2. Well groom at all times.

3. Nails have to be short and keep a neutral color.

4. 4-inch heels are a must.

The list goes on forever!

“So, is this your first time doing this?” You ask out of curiosity. Yeonjun looks up from his documents.

“No, I’ve been doing this for a few years,” he said. You nodded.

“Did the person quit before me?” You ask, playing with your purse. Yeonjun takes a deep breath in. You thought you were pushing his buttons so you should shut up by now.

“Yes. She didn’t follow rule number 10” he said as he dart back down on his document.

You look at number 10.

10. During your contract, you will not have any relationship with anyone.

“The only relationship she should have is with you?” you ask him. He nodded.

“I’m a well-known person in the business industry. I have to keep my name clean with no scandals. Sadly, when the media found out she was out with some guy, my image was almost ruined” he explains, shuffling papers in his hand.

“Then why are you doing this?” You kept asking him questions to fill the missing spots in this position.

Yeonjun chuckles, you felt relaxed after seeing him smile for a split second. “So that I have someone to keep me company when I needed it. I have a lot of money, so why not” he said cockily. You almost rolled your eyes.

Only a billionaire would say that. $500k is it anything to them, it’s like $20 for them.

You nodded as you continue to read it. Yeonjun glance at you, watching your eyes read every line on his contract. He had to admit, you dressed up nicely and know what to say.

He hopes you sign this document.

“Fine,” you said. You reach for a pen and sign your name at the bottom of the paper. It feels like you're selling your soul to a demon. A really good-looking demon.

Yeonjun cracks a smile for a second and takes the file you were handed to him. “Great” he smiles. He took out a phone and slide it to you. “We’ll be communicating through this phone only. Please pick up any time I call you” he said. You nodded and pick up the phone.

“There’s a schedule already in that phone you will have to follow. Such as, going shopping for a new wardrobe, getting your nails done, or getting your hair done. Please only call or text me through that phone only. I will not answer from any other number” he explains. You tried to follow along with his rules. He reaches into his drawer and pulls out an envelope.

“It’s for today’s meeting,” he said. You look inside of it curiously and almost gasp.

$3k?!

“I’m sure you’re happy with that amount. Please use the money to buy a new outfit and heels,” he stands up as you follow him.

“I look forward to working with you” he puts his hands out for you to shake. You quickly shake his hand and bid him goodbye.

“This is amazing, all I had to do was sign a paper, and boom he gave me 3k!” You told your best friend on the phone. She shrieked, “shopping on you?” She joked. You rolled your eyes.

“Sadly no, I have to buy more heels and dresses. He even told me to get new clothes” You pout, you heard your friend laughing.

“He said you have ugly clothes” She laughs louder. You hiss at her, her laugh slowly fading away. “Is he cute?” She asks.

You felt your cheeks blush, “he’s handsome. Very intimidating. If looks could kill it would be his” every inch of his face went through your head. Your phone started vibrating, you look at the caller ID.

You gasp, “I’ll call you back, he’s calling me,” you said quickly and hung up. You cleared your throat before answering the phone.

“Hello” you answered. “Hello, Ms. y/n. Unfortunately, there’s an important event tonight that you must attend with me” he said, his voice was cold and stern.

You bit your lip, “yes of course I can make it” you respond. Yeonjun on the other hand nodded after hearing you confirm. He looks at the skyline view of the city. “Great, please dress nicely and I’ll have a driver pick you up at 6 pm, sharp,” he said sternly. You nodded, knowing he can’t see you.

“Okay,” you said. You didn’t hear him say anything else, you look at your phone and the call was still ongoing. “D-did you want to say-“ he hung up on you. You look at your phone to see the call had ended.

“Well damn” you mutter. You sigh and went to the mall to find yourself new clothes.

That night, you were on your way to your first formal event as Yeonjun’s partner. You felt so off knowing that all these rich people are at this type of event and it makes you feel small. You stayed by Yeonjun at all times. You stayed quiet and smiled the whole time because you know there are a lot of people watching. Yeonjun did approve of your dress because you caught him raising his eyebrows when he saw you.

“Are you alright?” Yeonjun whispered in your ear as his hand snaked around your waist. You smile and nodded. “You keep touching your stomach, are you hungry?” He asks. The way he was so close to you, you can feel his lips brush against your ear.

You are hungry. With all these people staring, judging, and watching your every move you choose not to eat. “No, I do that when I’m nervous” you chuckle. You heard Yeonjun chuckle too.

“Hang in there, we’re almost done,” he said rubbing circles on your back. You nodded and just sip your wine. You watch older men giving out speeches and accepting awards. Yeonjun receive one award too which made you feel happy for him.

As Yeonjun walks back, you watch the other guys who were sitting at the same table as you a handshake. Yeonjun finally takes a seat beside you. You patted him on the back, “congrats” you whispered to him. Yeonjun smiles at you and places the award in front of him. The award was made out of glass, it was for Business Man of the year, which I had no idea was a thing.

When you went to the bar to get water, you notice Yeonjun wasn’t at the table. You wander around and saw someone outside. You head towards the door and walk out. Yeonjun made eye contact with you but he was on the phone. He looks stressed out. Once he got off the phone, you went up to him.

“Is everything okay?” You ask worriedly, your hands reach to hold his arms but you quickly retract them away. Yeonjun pinches the bridge of his nose, “I have to fly to Berlin tonight, there’s a problem with my office there” he sighs. You nodded, “Hey, it’ll be fine. I know you can do it” you tried to reassure him. Yeonjun nodded and sigh again.

His eyes darted down at you, “I want you to come” he said in almost a whisper. Your mouth flew open. You didn’t want to say but the only right thing to say was, “yes!” You laugh. Yeonjun's eyes widen and smile.

“Really?” He asks. You nodded, “if you need me, of course, I’ll be there” you smile.

Yeonjun nodded, his large hand placed gently on your back, “we better get going then” he lead you back inside.

“Are airplane food good?” You ask him, earning a soft chuckle from Yeonjun. It was refreshing hearing him laugh for once. He was always so serious.

“Yes,” He chuckles, showing a slight smile peeking at the corner of his lips. At this point, you were staring at him, “what?” He asks as his smile slowly fades away.

You shake your head no, “nothing, I like the way you laugh, it’s very refreshing” you felt your cheeks slowly getting flustered.

Yeonjun blushes as he looks away, “T-thank you” he didn’t know how to deal with a compliment.

On the way to Berlin, you were busy eating airplane food of how hungry you were. You didn’t eat anything all day.

“Oh my god, that good was food” you pat your stomach as you lay your seat back. Yeonjun looks up from his tablet.

He sat across from you, luckily it was his jet. He has his private chef prepare the food for you. “10 more hours?” You groan after checking on the time.

Yeonjun had finally finished his work, he decide to change and get out of his clothes. He notice you were fast asleep. He made his way to you to fix the blanket that had fallen off your chair.

He cover your body up with the blanket as he heard you snore, and he immediately laugh quietly.

“No! Don’t go there!” You yell in your sleep. You whimper and jump out of your chair. You gasp and took off the eye cover.

Yeonjun just stares at you, you gulp when you realize he was staring at you. “Did I scare you?” You ask. Yeonjun gulps and stands up after falling when you jump out of your seat.

You tuck your shake back, “sorry, I tend to yell in my sleep, so I’ve heard” you look down at your lap embarrassingly.

A smile creeps up on Yeonjun’s face but he quickly shakes it off. “What is this dream you were screaming about?” Yeonjun asks as he sat in front of you.

You cleared your throat and sit up straight, “I got stuck in a room-type game, this guy was the only one who survive and went inside a room, and BOOM! Dead” you explain.

Yeonjun smirked, the way you add a sound effect made it funny. “Are you able to fall back asleep?“ he asks. You shrug, “I’ll just stay up for the remainder of the ride” you were already fully awake.

“We still have 7 hours” he pointed at the screen showing the plane over Russia. You bit your lip.

“Yeah it’s fine, I’ll kill time by watching the whole Harry Potter movie,” You told him. Yeonjun nodded as he head to the back to change.

Your butt was getting sore, there’s still 5 hours to go. You sat up to stretch a bit as you turn around, you notice Yeonjun was sleeping.

***

“If you need anything, I’ll be across from you,” Yeonjun says. You nodded as you look back to your hotel room. You watch Yeonjun disappear into his room.

When you walk in, you gasp. It was your first time getting a suite. You shriek as drop everything. You check out the whole room, the bathroom shock you the most.

Everything was made of glass. It was beautiful. The shower has pretty white marble walls and followed by everything made of glass.

It was truly beautiful.

You had to join Yeonjun at his conference, it was rather boring. You stayed outside the room with his bodyguard.

You carried a book to keep yourself entertained. Then, you and his bodyguard begin to talk about the book you were reading.

“You just spoiled it for me!” You laugh.

“I’m sorry, you kept asking questions!” He defends himself. It was good to see Yeonjun’s workers loosen up. You always seem tense, tired, and serious all the time.

“You could’ve answered it without spoiling it” you laugh even harder.

“I’m sorry!” He apologized as he laugh.

The door room burst open, and Yeonjun walked out. He quickly stands up and got serious. You stand up and send a smile to Yeonjun.

Yeonjun stops in front of the two of you. He heard the two of you laugh loudly while he was in his meeting.

It bothered him.

“Didn’t I tell you, you are not to talk while on duty?” Yeonjun glared at his bodyguard.

“I’m sorry sir” he apologized.

You didn’t like how Yeonjun blame the guard when it was you who started talking to him. “It was my fault, I-“ Yeonjun shushes you.

“You shouldn’t speak unless I ask you a question,” he said coldly to you. The tone he uses on you cut your heart.

You close your lips so you won’t speak any further.

“Take her back to the hotel. I shall finish my business on my own” Yeonjun walked away with the rest of his bodyguards.

The guy lead the way out to the car where they took you back to the hotel. The car ride was quiet, both of you did not exchange any sort of communication.

The bodyguard stayed outside of your hotel room, for safety purposes. Meanwhile, you were in the bathroom taking a bath to relax your tense body.

As you were getting out, your hand ended up slipping against the wet wall and falling to the ground.

You yelp when your body hit the cold floor. “Fuck!” You groan.

Your front door swung open, revealing the bodyguard. He quickly covers you with a towel and helps you up. “Y-you’re bleeding,” He says. You followed his eyes to your foot. Blood was gushing out from the bottom of your feet.

You didn’t realize how you cut your foot open like that. He grabs another towel and gently presses it against your foot. You wince at the sudden pain rushing through you. He picks you up and quickly puts you on your bed.

He ran out of the room for a bit and came out with a medical kit. You hold the towel around your chest as you watch him take off the white towel which now has blood stains on it.

You hiss and look away. “The cut is pretty deep” he checks. He looks at you and back at your foot.

“Whatever, just sanitize it, I’m ready” you bite the towel as he pours rubbing alcohol over the gash. Your scream muffled against the towel. You wince in pain.

“Fuck, it’s still bleeding” He began to panic.

“Can you stitch it?” You ask, looking down at him. You bit his lip and look at your bloody foot.

“Damn it Soobin, answer me!” You were getting irritated by his quietness.

“Y-yes, yes I can. But I have to let Mr. Choi know, any incidents happen with his significant others, I have to tell him” he explains. You quickly grab him by the collar.

“Don’t you fucking dare tell him” you said through your gritted teeth. “Fucking stitch it up and pretend this never happened!” You let go and collapse on the bed.

Soobin gulped and nodded. He prepared the needle and the string. Being part of Yeonjun’s bodyguard, you must have to be served in the military. You must know how to tend wounds. Luckily, Soobin was part of the army medic. He specializes in this.

“Okay, here I go,” he says, glancing at you and then your wound.

You bite into the towel as he pricks you with the needle. You scream in pain as he stitches you up.

10 stitches later, Soobin covers your stitch with a bandage and cleans up the mess. You were already tired and sleepy from all the pain you had to suffer.

“Tomorrow, make sure you take off the bandage and rinse your foot. Then, apply a new bandage. I’ll check up on it tomorrow” he stands up, getting ready to leave.

You quickly grab his hand, “don’t tell Yeonjun” You ordered. Soobin sighed and nodded. You let go of his hand and let him leave.

You lift your foot, wincing as the cold air hits it, and place it under the cover. You fix yourself before falling asleep.

That same morning, you followed what Soobin had told you. The blood had stopped dripping, you had to wash the dried blood that was left on your foot.

You use the mirror to check on the stitches and the redness around the stitch forms. Soobin had done a perfect job stitching your foot up.

“Fuck” you try to stand up on your feet without help. The sharp pain stings as you apply force on your foot.

You know you have to somewhere to attend with Yeonjun this morning. You both are going to have breakfast with Yeonjun’s old friend.

You got ready as soon as you were about to slip onto your heels, Yeonjun knock on the door. “Are you ready?” He asks.

You wince as you slide into the dark heels. You pick up your bag and head to the door. You went from limping to walking casually as you reach the door.

You open the door, “Yes!” And walk out with him.

You made eye contact with Soobin, whose eyes widen when he saw you wearing heels. You glare at him before he opens the door for the both of you.

“I-I’m sorry for raising my voice at you yesterday” Yeonjun broke the silence in the car. You chuckle nervously.

“I-it’s alright” your voice crack a little. You tried to keep your composure, didn’t want him to know you were in pain.

“I tried to see you last night but you were fast asleep” Yeonjun stares outside the window. You nodded, “it was the jet lag. I was very tired” you laugh.

Yeonjun look at you, noticing your forehead was sweaty as your face look pale. “Are you alright? Your sweating” he said as he grab his handkerchief and wipe the sweat off your forehead.

“Yeah, it’s a little hot in here” you fan yourself. Yeonjun turns up the air conditioning.

“Seriously?!” Yeonjun smiles as he talks to his childhood friend. The two men laugh as they continue to talk.

“It always makes me so happy seeing Beomgyu meet him again. He’s always talking about Yeonjun every day” His wife smiles as you both look at the two laughing with each other.

You were smiling a little too hard after seeing Yeonjun laughing. He loosens up. You've never seen him laugh this hard.

“They look so happy” you smile at the sight.

“Are you Yeonjun’s new lover?” She asks you as you take a bite of your stake.

You blush, “no, I’m just his person of interest” you lied. You didn’t want to be rude and say ‘he’s paying me to be his lover.’

“Hmm, you’re different. I’ve seen the women Yeonjun’s been with, he’s never brought them to meet us before. You’re the first” she sends you a mischievous smile.

You blush, even more, and your foot started to feel wet. You look down to see blood was starting to show on your foot.

You stand up, earning looks from all of them. “Are you alright?” Yeonjun asks. You chuckle, “yes, I have to use the ladies’ room, I’ll be back” you excuse yourself before leaving the table.

“You shouldn’t have worn the heels!” Soobin meet you in the hallway. You hold his arm for assistance, “I’m bleeding” you panicked.

“You must’ve ripped the stitches open!” He said worriedly. He leads you to the bathroom. “Clean it up” he handed you a new bandage.

“We have to get you to the hospital, this is serious” he explains. You quickly shake your head no. You limp your way into the bathroom to clean up your foot. You wipe off the blood inside your heel.

You put the bandage over the stitches and slip into your heels again. You stand up straight and walk out of the bathroom.

You gasp when you saw Yeonjun standing in front of you. His arms cross over his chest, face glaring at you. You look at Soobin who was right behind him, apologizing to you.

“Y-Yeonjun! What are you doing here?! Let’s not make them wait” you begin walking but Yeonjun quickly grabs your arm and pulls you back.

You hiss at the sudden pull. “You’re hurt! Why didn’t you tell me!” He yelled at you quietly.

“Whatever Soobin told you, he’s a liar!” You cross your arms.

“Stop lying to me!” He yelled louder, earning looks from the people passing by.

“I’m not!” You yelled back. Yeonjun closes his mouth after you raise your voice at him.

“Let’s go back now,” you told him and retracted your arm from his grip. You took two steps before stumbling down but Yeonjun quickly caught you.

“I told you to stop lying to me” His breath hit your face. You were too in awe by his face being so close to yours.

He picks you up, carrying you bridal style, “Soobin, tell the Choi’s that we have to go and I’ll reschedule dinner with them again,” he said it sternly before walking through the building with you in his arms.

“Don’t move!” He demands. You both just came back from the hospital after the doctor fix up your open stitch and wrap your foot.

“You do know my room is right in front of yours” You pointed at the door. Yeonjun ignores you as he covers your legs with the duvet.

His room smells like him, his strong, manly cologne. You always wonder what type of cologne he uses because it smells amazing and hot. It suits him perfectly.

Yeonjun disappear off to somewhere and you take this opportunity to leave his room and went to yours. The second your hand landed on the doorknob, Yeonjun’s large hand tightly wrapped around your small wrist.

“Are you kidding me?” He said in disbelief. The way he stares deeply into your soul waiting for you to explain why you’re out of bed.

“I-I was going to my room, I didn’t want to intrude on you” you stutter in the beginning.

Yeonjun rolls his eyes and helps you walk back to his bed. This time he covered the duvet over your body so you won’t leave again.

“I mean seriously, it’s just a cut!” You groan frustratedly and throw the duvet off of your body.

“When I was in school, I sprained my ankle during soccer season, I iced my ankle and ran a mile the next day. This cut is nothing” You explain to him. It wasn’t a big deal but Yeonjun is making it a big deal.

Your eyes landed on his who didn’t talk back to you but had his arms crossed. You purse your lips shut after you rant to him.

Beep!

“Don’t leave” he said sternly this time and in all seriousness. Yeonjun left you and came back shortly after with a cup of hot tea.

“Drink this” he handed you the cup. You take it out of his hands and bring the cup to your lips as you blow cold air into the steaming hot water.

Yeonjun waited for you to drink it as he stands beside you, “it’s steaming hot, do you want me to burn my mouth?!” You place the cup on the table.

Yeonjun grab his bag and sat beside you as he work quietly. The room fell silent, only the sound of him shuffling papers around filled the room.

You look around, not knowing what to do. It was boring, if only you had the book you could’ve been reading right now.

You reach over to the table for the remote, Yeonjun’s hand quickly grabs your leg, preventing you to move.

“Relax, I’m just getting the remove” you reassure him. He probably thought you were trying to leave. He moves his hand and continues reading his paperwork.

You turn on the tv, changing every channel that you didn’t like. You groan when you can’t find a channel you like. There weren’t any good shows or movies on.

You turn off the tv and toss the remove on the bed. “This is boring!” You huff.

“It’s like I’m being locked in this room! You could’ve at least brought my book!” You said irritatedly.

Yeonjun reaches inside his bag and tosses a book into your lap. You grab the book and read the title.

“This is a business book, I want my romance novel” you whine. Yeonjun breathes heavily to calm his nerves down.

“You read that or go to sleep” he hisses, getting irritated with your bratty act.

You suck your teeth and bring the book up to read it. As your read through the first page, your eyes landed on Yeonjun.

You couldn’t help but watch his lips move quietly as he read through his documents. The way he would move his brown locks back, away from his face made your cheeks red.

Yeonjun turns to look at you but you quickly bring the book up to hide your face. “Drink your tea,” he said. You listen to as he says.

An hour has gone by, and Yeonjun was getting tired after reading so many documents. He had forgotten you were staying beside him, he turn to look at you. A laugh escape his lips when he realize you were fast asleep with the book covering your face.

He reach over to take the book and realize you were only on the 3rd page. He closes the book and sat the book beside him. He cleans up the bed, putting his stuff away. He went to take a fresh shower before checking on you one more time.

His body hovers over yours as he reaches across to get a pillow.

“Hmm” you moan into your sleep. The sound made Yeonjun look at you, he suddenly froze in his tracks. The sound sounded pleasant coming from you. The way it made his heart beat a little faster, his cheeks flush in red.

His eyes landed on your exposed neck. A drip of water fall into your cheek which made you open your eyes. To your surprise, Yeonjun was hovering over you. Both of you didn’t say anything, just staring deep into each other’s eyes.

You didn’t know why he was over you, you couldn’t help but notice his hair was wet. He just got out of the shower, his brown locks turn darker as they rest around his face. He looks very sexy if you have to admit. His lips were a shade darker than it usually is.

“W-why are you on top of me?” You whispered, trying to break the silence.

“I-I was reaching for the pillow” He look at the pillow which he was gripping. You turn to your left to see his veiny arm holding the pillow tightly.

“Why didn’t you go around?” You ask. Yeonjun was lost for words. He didn’t want to tell you he was staring at your neck while you were sleeping.

“I was checking on you” he retorts. Your cheeks flushed. Yeonjun cleared his throat and quickly stand up and hold the pillow with one hand.

“It’s only 10:30!?” You check your phone before tossing it into the sheets.

“I thought you were asleep,” Yeonjun said as he went to the couch, setting it up as a bed.

“The book made me fall asleep but now I’m wide awake” you stretch your back. “I was only on page 3 and I fell asleep. How can you read that boring-ass book” you hiss?

Yeonjun smirk as he fluff his pillow, “To be honest with you, I stopped reading it after the 5th page” He laughs. You gasp, “you cu-“ you threw him a pillow which he catch easily. The two of you laugh quietly.

“Are you sleeping on the couch?” You ask, watching him take another blanket from the closet.

“Yeah,” he said. You felt bad, it was his hotel room after all. “I know what you’re thinking, don’t. I’ll be fine” He said. You pout.

“Is it wrong that I want to shower?” You ask. Yeonjun sighed and pinch the bridge of his nose.

“There!” he smiles at his work. He covers your bandage with a plastic bag so it doesn’t get wet. It was poorly put together but it was fine.

“You should stick to business” you pat his shoulder before standing up on the toilet seat. You look at him, telling him to leave so you can shower. He scratches his head before closing the door.

Yeonjun was on his phone, going through his emails when he heard a loud thud in the bathroom followed by a screech. He immediately ran into the bathroom, bursting the door wide open. He found you laying down in the bathroom. “Yeonjun!” You tried to cover your naked body.

He ignored you and quickly shut off the water and help you up. He wrap the dry towel over your body and carried you to the couch. “Are you alright!?” He asks worriedly, checking your head to see if you crack anything open.

“Yeah, I’m okay. It was slippery” you scratch your head, just have to realize he saw your naked body in there. “Um, I’m going to need my clothes,” you said quietly.

“Do you have the keycard?” He asks. “It’s in my bag,” You told him, looking around the room.

“Damn it, it’s with Soobin” He muttered. He looks around and grabs a fresh black shirt from his luggage and his boxer.

“You can wear this, for now, I’ll get your clothes tomorrow morning,” he says, handing you his clothes. You smile at him and thank him.

Yeonjun turn around so you could change quickly. You took the plastic off your bandage. “One more thing, your stuff is all wet” you pointed at his blanket and pillow soaked with water.

Yeonjun groan and scratch his head, “I’ll be fine with you sleeping on the bed with me” you said. Yeonjun glance at the bed and back at you.

“You already see me naked” you shrug. Yeonjun's cheek flushes red. He was too worried to look at you closely. He didn’t see anything below your breast.

“Come on” you hop over to the bed, patting the space next to you. Yeonjun slowly walks over to lay beside you.

“I know this is breaking part of our agreement” you begin. Yeonjun shakes his head no.

“It’s fine, I’ll let it slide” he fluffs his pillow as you fix yourself under the sheets.

The next morning, Yeonjun woke up first. He felt his chest was heavy. As he was about to sit up, he felt your head laying on his chest.

“Hmmm” you groan as you wrap your arm tightly around his torso. Yeonjun slowly lay back down not trying to wake you up.

The smell of fresh soap filled his nose coming from your hair. He’s not sure how you ended up laying on his chest.

“Why is my pillow a heartbeat?” You talk to yourself. You bang your head on your pillow, earning a soft groan from Yeonjun.

You wake up from your sleep, looking around the room as your eyes land on his face. “Why do you keep appearing in front of me?” You mutter, half tiredly.

“Maybe it’s because you’re sleeping on my chest?” He said as matter of fact. Your eyes widen and quickly got off of him.

You didn’t know you were so close to the edge, you almost fell backward but Yeonjun grab your wrist and pull you into his arms. Your lips almost touch his.

You gulp, feeling his arm around your waist. “You have bad luck in Germany huh?” He smirks, the way his voice sounds so deep in the morning makes you lost for words.

His eyes wander around your face, reading everything about you. His gaze made you lost for words. It’s like your throat swells up and won’t produce any sounds.

“Hmm, what are you thinking about?” He asks, almost quietly. Not sure if he’s talking to you or if he meant to say that in his head.

Not sure if you should tell him what you’re thinking about. It’s mainly tasting those plump lips of his.

Yeonjun chuckles, “let’s sleep. It’s getting late” he lets go of you and fixes his side of the bed. You almost groan after his arm left your waist, it’s like you wanted it around you longer.

A few weeks later

Your foot healed perfectly. You just got the stitches out and say you can see the scar on your foot. You can only see part of it from the side but the rest doesn’t show since it’s under your foot.

You haven’t seen Yeonjun in about a week and a half. He’s been busy traveling alone but he does pay you like promised.

You kind of missed him. Ever since Germany, you felt like Yeonjun became more open toward you. He smiles more around you and even heard him laugh.

Luckily, Yeonjun is inviting you to his friend’s launch party tonight. It’ll be your first time seeing him after a while.

Your heart race quickly knowing you get to see Yeonjun again. You almost forgot what he looked like. You missed the smell of his musky cologne, those beautiful pink lips of his, and his intimidating eyes.

Arriving at the party with Soobin escorting you, Yeonjun had come early because it was his friend's launch party after all. He wants to be there to congratulate him first.

“It’s nice meeting you again!” Beomgyu’s wife greeted you with a hug. You smile and hug her.

“I’m so sorry for last time. I was being stubborn and didn’t tell Yeonjun I had cut my foot” you apologized. She chuckles.

“Don’t worry about it! I’m glad you’re all fine now!” She handed you a glass of Chardonnay. You took a sip before looking around if you can spot Yeonjun.

A group of men scatters off to the side as your eyes finally lock into Yeonjun’s. Your cheeks flushed after seeing him in his signature black and white suit.

“I love this dress! You look lovely” she complimented your figure. You wore a black bodycon dress but it has rhinestones from head to toe. Luckily, it was the last dress in your size so you’re glad you snatch it before anyone else did.

You loved the way it hugs your body, showing every curve of your body. “I’ll be right back, Beomgyu is calling me” she touches your shoulder before walking away.

Your eyes caught Yeonjun dismissing himself from the group of men he was talking to before heading towards you.

“Hi” your breath shakes. Yeonjun smiles before giving you a side hug and kisses your temple. Of course, it caught you by surprise since he’s always hugging you and holding your hand in public, but he’s never kissed you before.

“You look very beautiful” he complimented you. You blush before finishing the glass of Chardonnay. Yeonjun finishes his glass of bourbon.

“Thank you” you smile. You didn’t know what else to say, it’s like you forgot how to talk to him. You seem more nervous around him now.

“How’s your foot?” He asks as he looks down at your feet which were covered by your dress.

“It’s better! I got the stitches out a few days ago. I have a scar now” you pout. Yeonjun chuckles.

“Maybe you should have been more careful” he whispered into your ear over the loud music.

“Well, I tried! Everything was so slippery” you laugh. “I’m joking” he places his hand on your back.

Your body froze after his warm palm rested on your back. The way your body shivers just by his touch. You were in awe.

“Mr. Choi! Beomgyu has talked a lot about your company!” A male walks up to both of you and begins talking to Yeonjun.

“Excuse us” Yeonjun whispered in your ear once again before the two of them head to Beomgyu.

You purse your lips as you were left alone. You grab another glass of Chardonnay before standing where Soobin was.

“You know the party is over there” He nudges his head to where all the rich people stand and socialize.

Soobin stands on the side with all the other security guards. “I know but I don’t know any of them but you” you shrug. Soobin tries to minimize talking to you so he won’t get caught.

“If your foot starts hurting, let me know, I’ll get the car for you,” He says. You nodded.

“Wow, are you kicking me out?!” You joke. Soobin started laughing and shook his head no.

Your eyes landed on Yeonjun, watching him talk to his people as you just admire him from afar. “Have you been keeping track of Yeonjun’s cup?” You ask as you narrow your eyes at the new cup of bourbon he picked up.

“That is his fourth” Soobin says. You nodded. You didn’t think of it much but you still kept your eyes on him so he doesn’t get too drunk and make a fool of himself.

While you and Soobin casually talk and share laughter, Beomgyu taps the microphone which sends out feedback for everyone to hear.

All heads turn to look at him. Beomgyu stands on the stage with Yeonjun beside him. You smile at Yeonjun but he didn’t smile back. His whole expression changes.

After his whole speech and thanking Yeonjun for helping him, the two left the stage and were quickly greeted by the others.

You’re not necessarily mad just by standing on the side while everyone is talking to one another, it’s part of your job being Yeonjun’s partner.

You have to get used to it even when you don’t know anyone. “Do these people know each other? Because in my eyes they seem like they’re very close” you talk to Soobin.

He chuckles, “honestly, they don’t. Some are but others no. They only come to brag about the finest pieces of jewelry they get and show off their money” Soobin says. You laugh at his remark.

“Oh wow! Soobin, this is why you’re my favorite. You never fail to make me laugh” you laugh, holding to your stomach.

“I’ll be back I need to use the bathroom” handing your glass to Soobin, he takes it without a doubt. “Do you need me to come with you?” He asks, getting ready to come with you.

You hold your hand out to his chest, stopping him midway. “You think I’m going to fall again?” You ask him.

“Yes,” he said with a straight face. You shake your head before heading to the bathroom.

You fix your hair and pat down the oil that’s slowly peeking through on your face. You wash your hands before heading out back to the party.

As you were walking out, a hand coming from behind you wrap its arm around your waist and another hand close your mouth. You tried to scream but it sounded muffled up.

The person pulls you into a dark room and pushes you against metal shelves. You wince in pain after hitting the shelves. The lights flickered on, revealing Yeonjun staring drunk at you.

Your heart ease up after knowing it was him and not some stranger trying to kidnap you. “Yeonjun! You scared me!” You hold your chest.

Yeonjun walks up to you, his eyes staring hungrily into yours. “Why does every time I look at you, you would always be laughing at whatever Soobin would say?” He slurs his words.

“What?” You ask him, he’s not in a good headspace. He stumbles around and can’t stand properly still.

“Do you like him?!” He raises his voice at you. At this point, you were getting scared. You’ve never seen him like this. It wasn’t like him.

“No!” You respond to him. You can’t believe he thinks you like Soobin. You never like him in that way. He just keeps you company for all the times Yeonjun would disappear to talk to his business friends.

“Then, why don’t you laugh at anything I say?!” He yells angrily at you, his hand landed right next to your face, gripping into the metal shelves.

“B-because you’re always serious” your lower voice. Yeonjun lowers his face towards you. You could smell the alcohol in his breath. His other hand stroke your cheek before he holds onto your chin.

You notice he was leaning in to kiss you, part of you has been waiting to taste his lips but the other part of you knows it’s wrong. He was drunk, you didn’t want to take advantage of it.

You slide out of his arms and stand in front of the door. “Let’s get you home, you’re way too drunk” you help him out. Luckily, he didn’t try to fight you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder as you lead him out of the room. You went to get Soobin as he calls for the car.

You arrive at his house 20 minutes later. Soobin helped you carry Yeonjun into his house. You couldn’t help but mesmerize by his home. It was modern and had dark furniture. It was beautiful and fit his CEO vibes. You catch up with Soobin who helped Yeonjun lay down.

“Should I take you home?” He asks, you look at Yeonjun and are worried that he won’t be okay when he wakes up. You shake your head no, “I’ll stay here and leave when he feels better” you scratch your head, feeling shy after saying that.

“Alright, just call me whenever you want me to pick you up” He smiles. You nodded. He walks past you, gently squeezing your arm before leaving. “Also…” You turn around.

Soobin walks over to a drawer and pulls out extra clothes for you to wear in case you don’t feel comfortable. “In case you don’t feel comfortable wearing that. The bathroom is right there” he pointed at the room on the far right. You nodded and take the clothes from him.

“How did you know?” You ask, wondering how he knows where Yeonjun places his clothes. He chuckles softly before backing up, “I’ve been with him for a while so I know where he keeps his things” he waves goodbye to you before closing the door.

You take your time looking around his room. Yeonjun doesn’t keep pictures of himself around. It’s mainly filled with books and random decors. His room is very clean and big. It’s bigger than your apartment combine with your two rooms.

“Hmmm” Yeonjun groan. You quickly head to check on him. Yeonjun was still asleep, his hand reaches down to unbutton his shirt. You gulp watching his every move. He finishes unbuttoning his whole shirt, revealing his fit body. You look away to stop yourself from looking too hard.

After you finish showering, you bring a chair up and set it beside Yeonjun’s bed. You sat down and watch him while rubbing his arm. Even if he doesn’t know you’re here you just want to be there for him.

Yeonjun woke up a few hours later, he felt thirsty, and his throat dried up. He reaches over to get water on his nightstand, he struggles to lift his hand. He looks down to see you sleeping on his arm. He cleared the sleepiness in his eyes before sitting up. “Y/n?” His groggy voice calls your name. You hum before sitting up. You wipe your eyes and look at Yeonjun who was awake.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, looking around to see if this was his room. “I didn’t want to leave you alone so I’m staying until you feel better,” you said, half asleep. You reach for the water and Advil, handing them to him.

Yeonjun thank you, for popping the pill into his mouth and drinking the whole glass of water. “Thank you,” He said. You nodded before standing up. Yeonjun quickly sits up, “w-where are you going?” He asks. You pointed at the chair before putting it back to where it was.

Yeonjun watch you move the chair back, noticing you were wearing his clothes. His heart melts a little. He loved the way his clothes fit baggy on you. The way it stops just above your knees. He thinks you look adorable in his clothes.

As you turn around, you notice Yeonjun was looking at what you were wearing. You blush, “Soobin gave me your clothes in case I was feeling uncomfortable” you chuckle softly.

“No, it’s fine. You look good in it” again, he complimented you. You have to admit, you love the compliments he gives you. It makes you feel special.

The room fell silent as the both of you look at each other. “Since you’re feeling better, I’ll head out now” You pick up your bag and hurried to the door. Yeonjun jumps out of the bed and reaches for your wrist, spinning you around. He catches you into his arms as he holds you close to him.

You gulp, feeling his warmth on your skin. Your eyes stare into his, no words spoken but you both know what the feeling was. Yeonjun gulped, “I-I don’t want you to leave” He whispered, almost quietly. It’s like he was begging you to stay.

“Please…” his voice cracks. Your heart sunk, his voice was soft and pleading. You couldn’t gather any words because you were too focused on his eyes. You felt his cold hand stroke your warm cheek, sending waves of electricity through your body.

“What are you thinking?” He whispered as his eyes wander around your face, trying to read you.

You know this whole thing is wrong, it goes against the agreement that you signed. Yeonjun’s thumb ran across your soft lips, your eyes flutter shut, loving the way it glides past it.

“Do you like it when I do that?” He whispered, it almost sounded sexual. You open your eyes, seeing his eyes darken. It’s like his eyes so hypnotic, that it made you nod.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He asks. The way your heart is racing so fast, it feels like it’s about to rip out from your chest and run away. You place your hands on him, you look down at your feel before removing it.

“We can’t do this, it’ll break our agreement” as much as you want him, the last thing you want is to fall in love with your boss or whatever he is under this contract. You love spending time with him and if you break the contract, you won’t ever see him again.

Yeonjun clenches his jaw, “Rules are meant to be broken, I want You!” He leans in to cup your cheeks again. You couldn’t look at his eyes, you were too scared to fall into his trance again.

“Look at me” the demanding tone in his voice. You look up at him, exchanging your contacts with his lips and his eyes. “Tell me what you want” trying to read you.

You bit the bottom of your lip, it makes Yeonjun’s knees weak seeing you do that. His cock grows harder just for the little things you do. “I want to taste you” you stare at his lips.

Yeonjun almost smirks but he holds himself back. He didn’t even give it a second thought, he slams his lips into yours.

The time stopped when his lips met yours, but the flutter only intensified. Your heart pounded in your chest as your knees got weaker. You could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all of your senses.

Yeonjun’s hand drops down to your waist as he leads you to the bed. The kiss got steamy as your hands reach for his shirt, tugging it to let him know to take it off. You both broke the kiss quickly to catch your breaths, Yeonjun picks you up as you wrap your legs around his torso.

He gently drops you to the bed as you watch him hover over you. “I wish you could see how perfect you look right now” He whispered as he admire how gorgeous you look from his point of view.

Your cheeks flustered, your hands around across his bare chest, feeling how smooth and soft his skin was. Yeonjun’s hands slip underneath your shirt as he finds your breasts. He begins to gently massage your breasts.

You could moan at any moment but you stop yourself. His eyes were locked into yours as he lower himself down to kiss your bare stomach.

A moan escape your lips, you couldn’t hold it in. You loved the way his warm lips pressed against your skin. His hands left your breasts as they tug onto the band of the brief. He slips it right out.

You kept your eyes on Yeonjun, ignoring the fact that your cunt is out in the open. Hell, it’s not his first time seeing you naked. You thought.

Yeonjun traced kisses down your stomach again, kissing your hipbone and making he was in. You spread your legs out as he gets closer to your heated area.

A soft gasp escape your lips when his lips ended on your cunt. Your hands cup around your breasts as you play with them.

His warm tongue flicking up and down on your cunt, sending sensations not only to your cunt but everywhere. Your chest begins to heave with euphoric relief.

Yeonjun spread your lips apart as he flicks his tongue to your clit. You almost close your legs to him from the sensation.

“F-fuck” you moan loudly. Yeonjun smirked as he pressed his tongue deeper into your cunt.

You feel light-headed. Your toes tingle and your belly warms in anticipation of the orgasm you know are heading your way. You feel pleasure in every part of your body.

Your eyes flutter open and you look down at Yeonjun whose eyes never left yours. To your surprise, Yeonjun inserts two fingers into your cunt. You groan at the penetration.

Yeonjun pulls away from your cunt as he watches his fingers going in and out of your cunt. “You taste so good” He licks his lips.

“Fuck, you make me feel so good” You moan, eyes rolling back. Yeonjun smirk as he leans in to kiss you.

You hungrily kiss him back, tasting yourself as your tongue battle against his. Yeonjun picks up his pace and angles his fingers. You gasp against his lips and he quickly kisses you again.

“Cum around my fingers,” He said against your lips.

When you eventually orgasm, You feel it most in your head, which is all full of lights and tingling, while all the muscles in your cunt contract. Yeonjun pulls his fingers out and kisses your temple.

It was the first best orgasm you’ve had. Your previous partners never made you cum just with their fingers but Yeonjun excels at that.

You shut your eyes to rest after your orgasm but Yeonjun had a different plan. He took off his pants and shove his whole cock inside of you.

“Holy fuck” You moan, my eyes flew open. Yeonjun grunted as he thrust inside of you. “Fuck you’re so big” You groan, looking down at his cock filling you in.

“You feel so tight” he moans into your ear. You place a gentle kiss on his cheek before pulling him into your chest.

You wrap your arms around him tightly as he rocks his hips deeper inside of you. “This feels so good” you moan into his ears. Yeonjun hiss, loving how you talk.

“This pussy feels so good” Yeonjun's eyes flutter shut, feeling your walls tightly wrap around his cock.

“Your dick is so good Yeonjun” your hands dug into his back. “You love the way it fits perfectly inside of you?” He asks. You nodded.

“Fucking love it” You breathe out. Yeonjun sit back up as his hands rested on your thighs. You help him by holding your legs back.

“Your pussy looks so fucking good” he hisses, staring down at your cunt. He pulls out before kissing your cunt.

Your eyes roll back, feeling his tongue again on your cunt. Your hand tangles into his hair and pushes him deeper into your cunt.

“Just like that” you watch him flick his tongue on your clit. He pulls away before spitting into your cunt, rubbing it around your cunt.

He flips you over, poking your ass out for him. You rested your head against the mattress. Yeonjun fixes himself behind you, teasing your cunt by rubbing his tip over your cunt.

His hand slapped across your ass earning a soft moan coming from you. You shake your ass to make him put himself inside of you. “Fuck” he hissed, he couldn’t handle the teasing anymore.

He inserts himself again, letting you wrap yourself around him. You moan into the sheets. You begin to rock your hips. Yeonjun let you work while he watches the way your cunt grip around his cock.

His hands run along your spine, admiring the beauty you are. “You’re so perfect” he mutters under his breath.

Yeonjun notice you were slowing down so he pick up where you left off. His hands hold your waist as he thrust his hips into you. The way your ass jiggles with every thrust.

He hisses again before slapping your ass, “fuck, that feels so good. Slap me again” you beg him. Yeonjun smirked and kept hitting you.

Yeonjun felt himself getting to his orgasm so he had to stop himself. His hand wraps gently around your neck, pulling you against his chest.

You look back at him as he kisses your lips passionately. “You’re so bad” He whispered. You bit your lip, holding his hand around your neck.

“Tell me how you like it,” you ask him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Words can’t describe how good you are,” He said, placing a kiss on your temple.

Yeonjun slowly started to thrust again, still holding against his chest. Your hand lowers to play with your clit, trying to pace yourself with his thrusts.

Your eyes close as you clench your walls. “Fuck” he moans into your ear, he tightens his grip around your neck. You moan. “Do you like it when I choke you?” he whispered in your ear, looking down at you.

You nodded, “say it!” He demands, squeezing the sides of your neck.

You swallowed your saliva, “yes” you said loudly. Yeonjun smirk, lowering his head to kiss your collarbone.

***

You both fuck the whole morning. With few rests in between. Yeonjun gave you a home tour by fucking you every inch of his house.

The two of you ended up back on his bed, cuddling with each other. Yeonjun was drawing circles on your back while you listens to his heartbeat.

“Why do you get so jealous when I’m around Soobin?” You finally ask him. You hope he’ll answer you after you both practically fuck each other for hours.

“I can’t stand him getting all the girls I want” You can hear the jealousy in his voice.

“Then why is he still working under you?” You ask him. Yeonjun pulls you closer to him as he wraps his arms tightly around you.

“He’s my brother, I do everything for him” He kisses your cheek. You pull back and look at him.

“As in like blood brothers?!” You ask in shock. Yeonjun nodded, nonchalantly.

Well, that was a plot twist.

“Hmph, that explains how he knows where your clothes are” you talk to yourself out loud. Yeonjun laughs before pulling you back into his arms.

“Wait,” you pull away again, making him groan. He just wants to cuddle.

“‘Getting all the girls you want,” repeating after himself, “does that mean you want me too?” You ask him, shyly.

Yeonjun smiles, “yes, I want you. Just you” He moves the strand of hair off your face.

“Is this you asking me to be yours?” You smile, and your heart started to get giddy. Yeonjun shakes his head no and pulls you into his arms.

“Not like this, I already have a plan on how to ask you. Now, stop talking! Let me just cuddle with you in peace!” He hissed. You smile against his chest but hold him tighter.

“I’m canceling our contracts, once I make you mine” he murmurs in your ear. You nodded as you plant a soft kiss on his chest.

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Some People Just Need A Little Pampering (Clyde Logan x F!Reader)

Mellie always cut Clyde’s hair. That how it had been his whole life, ever since she was old enough to read her fashion magazines and wield a pair of scissors. All throughout school Clyde sported the latest in Mellie’s favorite hair styles. When he reached high school and started growing his hair out to cover his ears, Mellie still insisted on being the one to trim it. When they’d sit at home, waiting on Jimmy to come up with another cauliflower scheme, Mellie would busy herself with Clyde’s hair, practicing her braids and using her new irons to try and master the art of curling hair. 

This was why, when Clyde found himself standing in the middle of the hair salon with no Mellie in sight, he figured he would come back another time. He paused for a second, calling out a hesitant, “Mellie?”, and cringing at the way his voice broke when he raised it. Clyde waited a few seconds for a response and when he got none he took it as his sign to leave. Spinning on his heels, Clyde grabbed the handle to the door, trying to get out as quickly as he could and avoid any awkward encounters. He’d just drive home and call Mellie up when he got there, to see if she’d be around the salon tomorrow. Just as he was opening the door, he heard a voice coming from behind him. 

“‘xcuse me, sorry ‘bout that. I was in the back. I thought I heard you callin’ for Mellie, she had to run out real quick but I’m sure she’ll be back soon. In the meantime why don’ you have a seat an’ wait for her. Or if it’s somethin’ simple you need I’m sure I can handle it.”

Clyde felt himself freeze in the doorway, that voice was something magical, sweet and warm like honey. He turned around, trying with no avail to force down the blush that was creeping up his neck. He was grateful that his hair was so long, it covered his neck and his ears, both of which he was sure were very red. It was then Clyde realized that turning around wasn’t really going to help his situation. The woman that accompanied that delightful voice was lovelier than Clyde could’ve imagined. Right as he pulled himself together and was fixing to say something to this pretty little angel he found, she opened her mouth again. A blush dancing across her soft cheeks, she stuck out her hand, “My goodness, I completely forgot, my name is Y/N.” Clyde stared at her hand before raising his prosthetic up as if to show her he couldn’t really shake too well. Her smile didn’t falter for a second as she put her arm down in favor of reaching out with the other. Clyde bit back a smile as he took her hand in his and shook, choosing not to focus on the electrifying feeling of her skin on his, “Clyde. I’m Mellie’s brother.” 

Y/N’s bright E/C eyes lit up with understanding, “Ohh so you’re the famous Clyde I been hearin’ so much about.” Clyde felt the heat rising back up to his cheeks and shrugged. “Mellie talks about you and your other brother all the time, Jimmy was it? Anyway, what can I do for ya, Mr. Clyde Logan?”

Stuttering, Clyde tried to explain, “Well, my hair’s been gettin’ a bit long. Thought it might be time for a trim. Mellie’s the only one who cuts my hair though.” 

Y/N nodded, “Oh yeah, I’m sure she knows exactly how you like it then. Well, she stepped out a little while ago but I’m sure it won’t be long now if you just wanna wait for her.”

Clyde started to protest, explaining that he could come back later and didn’t want to be a bother. Laughing, Y/N gestured around the empty room, “As you can see we got a whole lot goin’ on, I’m pretty busy at the moment.” Clyde didn’t know how to respond so he stood there silently while Y/N watched. After a moment she gave his arm a light shove, “Aw c’mon Clyde I’m just teasin’. I don’t think you could ever be a bother to anyone.” She turned away from him at that, though Clyde thought he might’ve caught a blush dusting her cheeks again. “Anyway, you can take a seat wherever you like, or you can give Mellie a quick call if you want. I’ll be around so if you need anything just holler, ok?” 

Clyde nodded and took a seat in the closest chair, watching as Y/N busied herself tidying up the salon. He found he really enjoyed watching her move around the room, she had an air of comfort around her that made everything she did seem natural and right. He was so caught up in watching her that he choked a bit when she turned towards him expectantly. Laughing lightly she asked,“You mind if I put on a little music?” 

Clyde shook his head, praying that his face wasn’t too red though it felt like it was on fire. She giggled and he melted into his chair a little at the sound, “How ‘bout a little Seger, huh?”

He quickly sat back up, “How’d you know?”

She rolled her eyes, the warm smile never leaving her face, “You’re wearin’ his shirt, Clyde.” 

The blush returned to Clyde’s face full force and he knew there was no way of hiding it this time, “Right, yeah, ‘course.” He sputtered, trying to respond to her without making it clear how embarrassed he was, “Yeah, that’d be great. Unless you’re not a fan, you don’t gotta play music for me if you wanna listen to somethin’ else.”

She dismissed his concerns with a wave of her hand, “Who doesn’t like Bob Seger?”. She walked over to the stereo and fussed with it, picking up her phone and scrolling quickly through her music. Clyde heard the strumming of the opening chords to ‘You’ll Accomp’ny Me’ drift out of the speaker. Y/N started humming along, glancing back at Clyde with a small smile and a raised eyebrow, “This good?” Clyde nodded, a smile gracing his own features.

Y/N turned back to her work, shaking her hips to the music as she moved around the salon. Now, Clyde had seen his fair share of women dancing to all sorts of songs at the bar but nothing beat the sight in front of him. He felt his chest fill with something he couldn’t quite place, warmth and longing and who knows what else. He didn’t really want to go falling in love with this pretty little hairdresser but he had a feeling she wasn’t going to give him much choice. Or maybe he’d just been on his own for too long. Paying more attention to Y/N’s hands he noticed she was organizing all sorts of cremes and what looked like some clay in a jar. Before he could even think he was opening his mouth, “What you got in that jar there?”

Y/N hummed in response, glancing at Clyde with her eyebrows raised before looking back down at her hands. She picked up the jar in question, “Oh this? Mellie’s been tryna branch out lately, we’ve been offering little facials and what not.” 

Clyde felt his face contorting with confusion, “Yer puttin’ that on people’s faces? And they pay you fer that?”

Laughing, she set the jar down again and put her hands on her hips, “Yes, they do in fact pay us for this. Have you never done a face mask or nothin’?” The look on Clyde’s face must’ve been enough to answer her question, “Of course, what was I thinkin’. Even with Mellie as a sister, you don’ seem like the type to pamper yourself. You should try it sometime.” 

She turned back to her station, moving a couple of things around before she looked back at Clyde from over her shoulder, “Well c’mon now. Get over here, I’m gonna give you your first facial, on the house.” 

Clyde stayed sitting, “‘re you sure ‘bout that? Won’t Mellie want you savin’ that for real customers?”

Y/N turned back toward Clyde again with a no nonsense look in her pretty little E/C eyes, “You’re family Clyde. And if Mellie did have a problem with it, then I’ll take it out of my pay. Let me treat you Clyde, everyone could use a little pamperin’.” She pulled the cutest puppy dog eyes Clyde had ever seen and he found he couldn’t say no. With a hefty sigh, Clyde stood from his chair and walked over to where Y/N was, her arms splayed out on either side of her with her hands on the counter of her station. 

In a few long strides he was standing directly in front of her, so close he could count each of her pretty little eyelashes. Neither of them said a word, Y/N seemed to be holding her breath as she stared up into his eyes. Clyde held back a chuckle when he saw the heat rising to her face. She averted her eyes and coughed, “Right, so, just take a seat an’ I’ll do the rest, alright?”

He nodded and sat down, eyes on her the whole time. He could tell she was a flustered, and felt a tinge of pride at the knowledge that he had been the cause of such a lovely lady losing her composure. He watched as she went to adjust the volume of the music, ‘In Your Time’ sweetly playing from the speakers, and dim the lights. Without realizing it, Clyde started to sink into his seat, the low lighting, his favorite music, and a pretty girl just itching to take care of him proving to be enough to get him to relax. 

Y/N made her way back over to the station, grabbing a headband from the counter. Leaning over Clyde she slipped the fabric around his head, successfully pushing his hair out of his face. Glancing down at Clyde’s flustered face, she giggled and spoke, in a lower and more relaxing tone than she had before, “Have a little faith, Clyde. Just let yourself enjoy this.” Clyde tried his hardest to keep his face neutral and nodded, though it proved more difficult than he thought when he was eye level with Y/N’s chest and she was saying things like that in that voice. He schooled his features and took a deep breath as Y/N turned back to her station. Clyde continued watching her as she mixed a few of the substances from the jars together before facing him again. When their eyes met she laughed again, a light, breathy sound, and shook her head, “You can close your eyes now, Clyde, I’ll warn ya before I do anythin’.” 

Blushing, Clyde shut his eyes and steered his thoughts towards the music wafting over from the speakers. He heard Y/N take a few steps around him before he heard her speak again, this time from right behind him, “Alright now Clyde, I’m gonna keep it simple for ya since it’s your first time. This is a sugar scrub, it should smell like apricot mainly. Then I’ll do a mud mask, should smell like coconut.” Clyde jumped a little when he felt her fingers dancing on his face but he got used to the sensation very quickly. She gently massaged the scrub on his face and he felt like he was putty in her hands. When she had gotten around his entire face she paused, “I’m gonna quick wipe this off and then apply the mud mask, ok?” Clyde hummed in response, his eyes still closed and his body more relaxed than it had ever been, especially since he’d gotten back to the States. This time, when she slowly started wiping his face off with a warm, damp towel, he didn’t flinch. He basked in the heat of the towel and Y/N’s soft humming. He heard her move to the station, the sound of her fingers lightly tapping the counter and then she was next to him again, “Last step, this is the mud mask part. Now I’m gonna apply it for ya an’ then you can just rest until it dries, just try an’ keep a straight face, okay?”

Clyde hummed in response, keeping his eyes closed and basking in the feeling of calm, “Whatever you say sweetheart.” He opened one eye ever so slightly and got a glimpse of Y/N’s flaming cheeks as she tried to brush off the pet name. Clyde had to make a conscious effort not to smile right then. And who could blame him for being pleased that he could have that effect on such a wonderful little lady. Clyde was glad he had steeled his features when she started applying the mud. At some point she had warmed it up so it was about the same temperature as the towel. It was thick and heavy on his face, smelled like heaven too, and Y/N’s soft fingers were gentle and sweet on his skin. All too soon his face was covered. He felt the touch of Y/N’s fingers leave his face and had to stop himself from following them. 

Y/N coughed slightly, “You can open your eyes now if ya like, or you can keep relaxing that, I’ll be here if you need anything.”

Clyde nodded slightly and continued to lay with his eyes closed. 

Soon he felt his face getting tighter. He opened his eyes and looked around, spotting Y/N in the corner sweeping and moving to the music, “Uh, Y/N is it supposed to feel real tight?”

She paused her work and giggled, “Don’t you worry Clyde, that just means it’s drying. It might be ready to take off, lemme come get a look atchu.” Setting her broom down she practically skipped over to his chair, “Well looky there, you’re cracking. Means we can take it off. Don’t suppose I could get a picture first?”

Clyde looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a dried up old river in the desert or something, he had no idea why she’d want a picture of him like this. Grey mud ashy and cracking on his face, the purple hair band wrapped around his head, dark hair sticking up from him laying on it funny. He looked back over at Y/N before realizing his mistake. She’d pulled out those damn puppy eyes again, “Now don’t you go makin’ that face at me darlin’. How am I supposed ta say no to you lookin’ like that?”

Her concentration broke as a wide smile bloomed on her face and Clyde swore that sight alone would make him go blind faster than staring at the sun ever could. “Well darn it Clyde, you figured me out pretty quick.” She laughed lightly, “Does that mean I have permission then? I’m sure Mellie’d love to see this, and I certainly don’t mind havin’ pictures of people as good lookin’ as you on my phone.” 

Sputtering, Clyde couldn’t help but ask, “You think I’m good lookin’?” 

The look on Y/N’s face was one of pure confusion, “Now, what kind of question is that? Are you kiddin’ me? ‘Course I do.”

Now Clyde was thankful for the mask, regardless of how crusty he may look at least it covered the blush on his cheeks. 

“I guess someone doesn’t get told he’s handsome quite as often as he should, your ears look like they’re burnin’ up.” Y/N laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind one of Clyde’s ears as he clenched his jaw in an attempt to quell his embarrassment. “Don’t worry honey, I won’t tease you anymore. Just lemme snap a picture, hold on.”

Clyde mustered up enough self control to respond, “Now, I never said I wanted ya ta stop teasin’. But go ahead, take yer picture, not like I could say no ta ya after all you’ve done anyway.” Y/N snapped a couple of photos, showing them to Clyde for approval. He honestly couldn’t care less, he didn’t think much of having his picture taken, but she seemed so pleased that he had to let her keep them. 

Smiling down at him, Y/N thanked him and proceeded to grab another hot towel, “If you could close your eyes again Clyde, I’ll get this mud mask off of ya.” 

Eager to feel her touch again, Clyde obliged. He relished in the feeling of the soft towel breaking away the clay and letting his skin breathe. He was drawn out of his thoughts when he heard the song change and the upbeat intro to ‘Take a Chance’ started playing. He felt the last of the clay being wiped away and was about to open his eyes when he felt something soft press against his cheek. He froze, not daring to breathe, “You said you’d warn me before ya did anythin’.” He opened his eyes, a smirk growing on his face. Y/N, trying to play it cool despite the blush covering her face, shrugged, “Felt inspired by the song, what can I say? Call it a kiss for good luck, you look like you could use a little.” She turned away, busying herself with the items on her station’s counter in an attempt to move on from the conversation. Clyde stood up, taking a small step so that he was right behind her. Placing an arm on either side of her so she was pinned to her spot, he cleared his throat. She turned to him, seemingly unaware of his movement, and was startled by his proximity. The blush that already stained her cheeks flared up yet again. Clyde smiled, “That’s real sweet an’ all but I’m not quite sure a kiss on the cheek will bring me enough luck.” He glanced down at his arm and then back up at her, “I’m an awful unlucky person.” Y/N fought a smile and tilted her head up towards his, “Well, how could I say no to you when you’re lookin’ at me like that.” She lifted her hands up to meet his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. Clyde let go of the counter and brought his good hand up to cup her face, while he placed his other at the small of her back. He pulled her in closer to him and bit back a gasp when her body fell flush against his. She tangled her hands in his hair, tugging the headband off and throwing it to the side, not caring where it landed. 

When the two finally broke apart for air, Y/N chuckled, “If that’s what I get after givin’ you a facial I can’t wait to see what you’re like after a home cooked meal and a nice massage.” 

Clyde smiled, “Well, how ‘bout you come ‘round to mine tomorrow night. I’ll treat you to the home cooked meal and we can see about that massage. I’m sure you could guess I’ve never really had one of them either.”

Shaking her head, Y/N smiled softly back at him, “Well, we’re gonna have ta change that. You need some good ol’ fashioned pamperin’. And I’m more than willin’ to pamper ya, only thing I want in return is for you ta keep callin’ me those sweet little names in that voice of yours and keep kissin’ me like that.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer again, using his good hand to tilt her face back up to meet his, “Darlin’, I think that can be arranged.”

#clyde logan #adam driver #logan lucky #mellie logan #x reader #female reader #reader insert #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan imagine

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P.P being sick (and needy possibly?)

We all know Peter becomes a needy baby boy whenever he has even the slightest snivel

He needs you to take care of him. Well, he doesn't need it, but he highly requests it. It starts off with a call in the morning after you text him your usual 'good morning' text.

Peter's more of a caller than a texter because he likes to hear your voice and doesn't have the patience for texting. He'd rather word vomit everything on his mind out loud to you. This morning is a little different. The call starts with heavy breathing followed by a gross coughing fit.

"Save me," the gravely voice croaks on the other end. "'m dyin' over'ere. Come to me. Hold me. Help me. I can see the light. 'm goin' into the light."

"Is this about cold from yesterday, Peter?"

"No...maybe...yes...but, I swear, I see the light. It's callin' out to me. Quickly. Come pull me back from it. This cold has mutated. It's become a beast. Takin' over my whole body. Can't function anymore. SOS. Save me. Please." -cue more horrible coughing-

"Drama queen."

You pull yourself out of bed and get ready to head over there anyway. Peter might be the world's biggest drama queen but he's extra sweet when he's sick and you don't want to miss out on that.

His apartment is really bare. He's been living here for a year and still only has a mattress on the floor for a bed. There's not even a fitted sheet on it today. The man is a mess. A pathetic mess and you take pity on him.

"Alright, Parker, get up. I'm taking you back to my place. I have some leftover dumpling soup I can make for you and a bed that doesn't look like it belongs in a crack house."

You help bundle him up like he's a toddler in need of assistance. He insists on wearing a beanie and scarf even though it's warm out. You don't fight him on it.

He moans and groans the entire way back to your apartment despite it only being a few blocks away from his. You hold the big baby's hand and drag him along behind you.

Back your place, he collapses into your bed and almost immediately starts snoring. He can't keep his eyes open. Didn't even take his shoes or jacket off. He's more sick than you thought so you let him rest.

You tuck him in, doing your best to wiggle him out of his outside clothes, and take his temperature while he sleeps. It's high but not dangerously so. You let the baby sleep which ends up being most of the day.

By mid afternoon, you decide to wake him to make sure his brain is still functioning and hasn't melted into goo from the fever.

He wakes up covered in drool and snot, his eyes are all crusty, his mouth is dry, he doesn't know where the fuck he is. He's groaning and unable to form words. His hands keeps sticking to everything like it's the first time he gained his powers all over again. A DISASTER BOY

"Where am I? Waz happenin' who's there? 'm Spider-Man, I can fight ya....'m so strong..."

You shush him, rolling your eyes, "Yes I know. You're a big, strong super hero. It's just me. Calm down. You're sick. And kinda gross. You don't smell great."

You roll his ass into the shower, letting him get cleaned off and refreshed, while you heat up some soup.

He's more coherent when he comes back and smells nice so that's a plus for you.

You spent the rest of the evening eating your soup, curled up in bed with him, and watching a movie on your laptop.

Peter refuses to let you get out of the bed for anything. He doesn't want you to leave his side. He has you wrapped up tightly in his arms as he dozes off and on.

And even though he feels like a giant, feverish heater attached to you and you're getting sweaty and will probably get sick in the next few days, you let it happen.

If you end up getting sick then he can repay the favor of getting to dote on you the entire night.

Make sure you give him all the kisses all over his fevered face so you can watch his half asleep, lazy smiles and listen to his little grunts of approval.

Because even in his sickly sleep state, he loves and craves your attention.

#tasm #the amazing spiderman #peter parker #tasm peter parker #andrew garfield #tasm headcanon #tasm imagine #peter parker imagine #peter parker headcanon #tasm peter imagine #tasm peter headcanon #blooming violets #blooming-violets

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Time After Time

Written By: Cyndi Lauper & Rob Hyman

Artist: Cyndi Lauper

Released: 1984

Cover included: Iron & Wine, 2016

Written by Lauper, with assistance from Rob Hyman, “Time After Time” is one of the all-time great love ballads. It was Lauper’s first #1 hit and arguably her signature song. After Lauper had already recorded the large majority of her debut album—She’s So Unusual—her producer Rick Chertoff insisted she needed “one more song.” Chertoff introduced her to Hyman and they began working on the song. Lauper came up with the title while reading TV Guide—Time After Time was a 1979 science fiction movie starring Malcolm McDowell as H. G. Wells, portraying him inventing a time traveling machine. Lauper’s label initially wanted this song to be her first single before she convinced them to go with “Girls Just Want To Have Fun.” In her memoir, Lauper recounts: “When the album was completed, the label wanted the first single to be “Time After Time.” But I kept saying to them, “Listen to me—releasing a ballad first defines you in a certain way. You become known as a balladeer, and it can kill your career.”

[Verse 1] Lyin' in my bed I hear the clock tick and think of you Caught up in circles Confusion is nothing new Flashback, warm nights almost left behind Suitcase of memories Time after [Verse 2] Sometimes you picture me I'm walkin' too far ahead You're callin' to me I can't hear what you've said Then you say, "Go slow," I fall behind The second hand unwinds [Chorus] If you're lost, you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time If you're lost, you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you, oh, I'll be waiting (I will be waiting) Time after time [Verse 3] After my picture fades And darkness has turned to gray Watchin' through windows You're wondering if I'm okay Secrets stolen from deep inside The drum beats out of time [Chorus] If you're lost, you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time [Bridge] You say, "Go slow," I fall behind The second hand unwinds [Chorus] If you're lost, you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time If you're lost, you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you, oh, I'll be waiting (I will be waiting) Time after time [Outro] Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after Time

Summertime

Written By: Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Gerard Way & Frank Iero

Artist: My Chemical Romance

Released: 2010

“Summertime” is a ‘new wave’ song, allegedly believed to be written about frontman Gerard Way’s wife, Lyn-z Way. In an interview, Gerard said that it started as a riff Mikey had written, before evolving into a song they ‘couldn’t have the record without.’ “[“Summertime”] is one of the lyrically personal songs on the album, whereas the rest of it is just me talking about my worldview. So it’s a really beautiful song and again—no rules. We can have a soft song.”

[Verse 1] When the lights go out Will you take me with you And carry all this broken bone Through six years down In crowded rooms and highways I call home? Is something I can't know till now Till you picked me off the ground With brick in hand, your lip-gloss smile Your scraped-up knees and [Chorus] If you stay, I would even wait all night Or until my heart explodes, how long until we Find our way in the dark and out of harm? You can run away with me anytime you want [Verse 2] Terrified of what I'd be As a kid, from what I've seen Every single day when people try And put the pieces back together Just to smash them down Turn my headphones up real loud I don't think I need them now 'Cause you stop the noise and [Chorus] If you stay, I would even wait all night Or until my heart explodes, how long until we Find our way in the dark and out of harm? You can run away with me anytime you want [Post-Chorus] Well, anytime you want Well, anytime you want [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Don't walk away, don't walk away Don't walk away, don't walk away! [Chorus] 'Cause if you stay, I would even wait all night Or until my heart explodes, how long until we Find our way in the dark and out of harm? You can run away with me [Post-Chorus] Or you can write it on your arm You can run away with me Anytime you want

#cyndi lauper #time after time #iron & wine #my chemical romance #mcr #summertime #gerard way #polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #tournament #bracket #lovesongbracket #round2 #Youtube

[itjazzbicch]

Storms

Pairing:  Shanks x CrewMember!Fem Reader

First time writing for Shanks so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Once in a deep depression, the reader wasn't sure what path to take in life, not till she reunited with her friend Shanks, learning how much she loves the sea, and experiencing all kinds of storms with Shanks...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!)  (Drunk sex, pet names (baby doll), unprotected sex) (Flashback in the text is italicized!)

Word Count: 1.3k 

“WOOOO BRING IT ON! I CAN HANDLE ANYTHING YOU THROW AT ME!”

All my crew mates thought I wasn’t taking them seriously while we were drinking, a horrible storm passing us.

They were all inside, daring me to go out into the storm. I was already the daring type, let alone while drunk.

So, I went right up there, soaked from the rain, the strong, howling wind creating a sting as the rain hit my face.

But I was all smiles, just screaming and howling out of joy. Thinking back on how I made it here.

————-

Both of my parents passed away. They left me their business, but it was falling under because I wasn’t cut out to be a business owner.

Depressed and hopeless, I decided to go out for a drink when I ran into an old friend, Shanks.

He and his crew had the whole bar rowdy, full of laughs and after getting to sit and catch up with Shanks, an idea popped into my mind.

“Shanks, you should let me join your crew.”

“Join my crew?!” He couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth, “You? Y/N? A pirate?!”

“You know what I’m going through,” I sighed, dead serious as I looked into his eyes and explained, “I just need something. Something fun, something new, and I think I can find that out on the ocean with you.”

“You sure about this?” He wanted to make sure that I wasn’t thinking impulsively.

“I know. I feel it in my heart and soul,” I smiled, offering him a toast with the drink in my hand, “It’s going to be one hell of a ride, but I’m ready for it.”

With a smile and a toast, it was official.

———-

“COME ON! THIS AIN’T NOTHING!”

Hanging onto the post that held our flag, I felt as free as a bird, felt like I could take on the whole world, looking down as I heard from the door:

"GET DOWN FROM THERE YOU, NUTBALL! THIS STORM IS BAD!"

Shanks calling for me only made me laugh, yelling back:

"DON'T YELL AT ME IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT! HAHA!"

He took my words like a challenge and sure enough, he was making his way over to me, and I encouraged him:

"A little storm like this can't take the two of us down!"

"Yeah! But with how long you've been out here, it'll get you sick!" He joined my side, trying to usher me down, but I insisted:

"Yeah right! For as long as we've been out on the sea, I don't think anything can give me the sniffles, let alone be sick!"

"Alright, drunky," He laughed with hiccups, finally getting me down and heading toward the door, "Let's get inside."

"Hey, who ya callin' drunky when you're just as drunk as me?!" I spat, both of us staying silent for a moment, then exploding with laughter.

"Okay, okay! Ya got me on that one, Y/N!"

We were such goofballs sometimes, wobbling and laughing so much I about fell over, but walked into my room with Shanks still following, tossing off my drenched clothes:

"Man, I'm soaked," Finding a towel, I began to dry my hair a little, swaying, and in the corner of my eye, Shanks was watching my nude body, cheeks red and his lip caught between his teeth, so I teased, "What's the matter? Never seen a woman naked before?"

Chuckling a little first, I noticed how he clenched his fist slowly, cooing, "Not one as beautiful as you."

His tone was so sweet and it put a bright smile on my face, neither of us bothering to fight temptations as he made his way to me, stroking my cheek and smiling along with me:

"Haven't seen you smile like that in a long time."

Leaning a bit, I kissed the palm of his hand:

"All thanks to you, Shanks."

There was a tingle between my thighs when he took my hip, bringing us chest to chest:

"And oh my, you're so cold."

His hand was beaming with heat as it traced my skin, down my hip and around to my ass, squeezing, our noses meeting, smirking as our lips got closer and closer:

"Let's warm you up, huh?"

The tingle I was feeling started flowing from head to toe, not able to breathe while our lips clashed, my mind racing so quickly that my body acted first:

"You know that rain got you too. How about we get rid of these?"

My hands were already getting rid of his clothes and he helped, taking the time to admire his body, from head to toe, licking my lip at the sight of his cock, only meeting his gaze when I heard him mocking me:

"What's the matter? Never seen a man naked before?"

We both got a giggle out of that, but kept the mood and tempo with our bodies magnetizing toward each other:

"Just haven't seen one that I want as bad as I want you."

Hooking his arm around me, we landed on the bed with a plop, lips not daring to part, throwing my legs apart over him as he sat against the bedframe, chuckling:

"Aww, you want me?"

"All of you, Captain," My tongue swirled against his, humming at the pleasure I got just from rubbing myself against his cock once, his hand lifting me some and swirling his tongue back:

"Take me then," Carefully, he sat me back down on his cock, his girth a lot more than I anticipated, biting my lip and swearing under my breath, following the rhythm of his hand rocking my hip little by little, pushing me down a little further, "You can take all of it, baby doll."

"Y-You're," I swallowed down, my legs already shaking from adjusting, "A lot."

"Here, I'll help," Flipping to the side, leg latched over top of his when he pushed into me, it felt so sweet, just right, and he noticed quickly, "That better?"

"Oh yeah, that's it," Reaching up and wrapping my arm around his head, I was ready for so much more, "Go faster?"

Just a single swoosh of his hips made my hand take a grip of those red locks, the storm still going outside could barely drown out the dirty, salacious moans that came out of me, Shanks not slowing for a second:

"That fast enough for you?"

"Uh-huh!" I pulled his head down to me for a kiss, but between getting railed, his hand rubbing all over any sensitive part of me that he could reach, it grew sloppy, breaking with a filthy smack, "Don't stop!"

The muscles clear up my chest felt like they were squeezing him and refusing to let go, keeping him balls deep. There was already a swirl in my head from drinking earlier, but this couldn't compare, my mind spiraling off, the spin winding faster the closer my body started to give way.

"When it's this good and tight? I'm not gonna," He chuckled, leaning and putting a little more weight on me, the pressure making my heart pound violently, toes curling, shaking with my plea:

"Please don't, Shanks! Please, please, please!"

"I can go all night, baby," The vibration in his chest made me start shaking, steaming hot, and panting like an animal, a crack of thunder making me jump and fall back down onto his cock, his hips still bucking at me, my stomach got hit with such a strong impact, all the built-up heat zoning down into one spot, gushing all over his cock, thighs, and the bed.

"Oh my god," I was barely breathing, head falling back into him, limp, sweat dripping down my forehead, a smile blossoming like a flower in the spring at the sound of his raspy voice:

"Crazier than that storm, huh?"

"And so much better," I sighed with a giggle, turning into a soft cry when he pulled out, missing his fullness already.

We were just a mess, pulling me along with him as he fell to his back, still managing to unload on me, turned on by the sight as he wanted, kissing my ear:

"You and I are gonna have to create some more storms soon." 

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#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece fic #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece oneshot #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x y/n #shanks imagine #shanks fic #shanks fanfic #shanks fanfiction #shanks smut #shanks oneshot #read and enjoy

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deliriously surreal little 1k fic snippet under the cut. three psychics try to tame the rampaging natural killer cyborg with some gentle telepathic persuasion. but it turns out the creature's mind palace is a very strange place...

(cw: blood, body horror, animal death, general visceral unpleasantness)

Leder's got a library copy of the Inferno. A scrappy, shitty, well-loved old paperback, with dog-ears on half its pages. Kumatora ate it up, during her punkass Satanic phase around age nineteen. Even got a Cerberus tattooed on her back. It ain't any snappin' teeth or serpentine horrors, though, that stuck with her most dearly. Not even the torturous plights of all them sinful human souls. Nah. What's haunted n' captivated her ever since, is the fate of the underworld's overlord. The great reveal, that even Lucifer himself was utterly damned to his Ninth Circle. If y'ain't read it, she'll tell ya: it goes like this. Dante n' Virgil find him down there, at Hell's deepest depths, imprisoned in a lake of solid ice. Frozen just as miserably solid as the wretchedest traitors he held prisoner. Cryin' frosted tears from his three hangin' heads. "Y'can't help but feel sorry for the guy," she'd told Ash. N' Lucas. N' just about everybody else. "He ain't some kinda evil king. Ain't even callin' the shots, really. All he did was stick it to the man - shit, I wouldda, too! N' then he's stuck with the rest of 'em. Freezin' his nuts off, 'til the end o' time…"

… Anyways.

She thinks of that. While she lets loose PK Freeze Ω from her stalwart palms.

An icy barricade seals pig to pit. Clings upon its walls of flesh, like binding chains. Holds it, softly, forcefully, in place. Maybe the cold-numb'll coax it to settle down, wishful thinking suggests. Maybe it'll ease its agony. If just for a short while. Steam billows where ice meets pink-red skin. A hot-blooded protest. Its bellows would put Cerberus to shame. Wet brain meat writhes, sickly swollen, against a half-shattered glass dome.

Claus joins his brother, at the labyrinth's gate.

("He's from a dream I had, you know," Master Porky said. With deathly shrieks still ringing in his nightmare ears.)

(The Capsule keeps screaming.)

(Lucas grips Claus' wrist, as they tread forward. Sticky sap tugs at their boots. Crunching tiny exoskeletons, and brittle wings. He wonders - and therefore, they both wonder - whether fruit flies and mosquitos screech as they suffocate, too. How many death throes we can't even hear. Or if, through some dark, impossible miracle, they're still alive. Schrodinger's smother. Amber crystalizes, turning your whole world gold in retrospect. You can't budge. Can't even breathe. But your mind thrashes evermore against its binds.)

("There's a way out," Claus insists. Shakin' their head. "I know the way. We do. We can show ya.")

("Shhh…" comes Lucas' soft spring breeze. It brushes over both chimeras.)

(The screams grow louder.)

(The heart-splitting sound of a child's untimely demise. Ribs shattered on solid stone. Some could mistake a pig's distraughtest wails for a human's, given the right-wrong acoustics. A tweenaged Butch'd said ol' Gertrude was due for slaughter in a couple weeks. And cracked a joke about makin' bacon. Biff elbowed him real hard. N' said he ain't s'posed to say crap like that in front'a the rugrats. Kid Claus chased a piglet about. Jested that it'd make a fine Christmas ham, someday. Little Lucas scooped the thing up, in the grass-stained arms of his sweater. Covered its floppy ears. N' sobbed himself halfway to hysterics. Claus was laughin' so hard, he could barely wheeze out an apology. He'd be screamin' like hell when it came for him, though. Crucified on the chopping block. Teething his goddamn limbs off. While a ten-year-old Lucas sulked past the old slaughter shed. Exhaled a silent, wintry cloud. And pulled his scarf over his chilled-pink ears.)

("These… These aren't your memories.")

(The Commander had stared into the Natural Killer Cyborg's vessel. Only to find its own reflection, cast back on the glass.)

(The boy named Lucas had tried to quell it. Ended up with his hands at his own throat. Gaspin' the same strangled breaths as every other chimera he'd ever bashed into submission.)

("It ain't like that. I swear, we don't wanna hurtcha. Y'can let us in.")

(They're up to their knees, now. At the Capsule wall, where ice stings flesh. It's searing hot to the touch. As if all the red and guts smeared to its surface are still broiling, and seething, with live mammalian body temperature - and a rage that spans far beyond. Lucas tends the fresh burns on his brother's hand, when they wipe it clean. Claus does the same for him.)

("M'sorry. M'so, so sorry. Y'didn't deserve any of this.")

("We're gonna make it up to ya. We promise.")

(Their pity earns them boils, and lesions. Skin charred black, like an overcooked waste of meat. A persistence that speaks volumes of burned pages. The two of them find the window, prying with peeling fingers. Wipe away the human carnage that sullies its pane.)

(They show it the Sanctuary. Straight from their minds' eyes. A sleepy sunset, over the palms and coral trees. It's mellow-warm. Summertime's brink. When they last left, the Hippo Launchers'd already taken to the tides and puddles. N' the Rhinocerocket herds were nappin' peacefully in the shade. Where all creatures've got a right to life - just as they always have - and all 'cause they've made it so. The real world's a beautiful place, they tell it. It's out there. Waiting for you.)

(A porcine nose twitches between the crimson smears. Between vicious screams. Close breath fogs up the pane. Somewhere, on the very fringe of consciousness, Kumatora's valiant struggle seems fainter than before.)

("Easy, now…")

("That's it…")

(A set of tusks glints perfect white.)

(The beast bashes its full weight against the Capsule's interior.)

(It rolls forward. And crushes them both.)

The Natural Killer Cyborg activates a PSI Counter Device.

They snap back sputtering. The older twin reaches, outta sheer muscle memory, for his cane. The younger lifts an arm, to summon a Shield. Tries to, rather. It's with shivering shock that they realize they've been sealed stiff - in a gnarling ridge of PK Freeze spires.

"Agh! God, damn it!" Kumatora yowls. Clamped up right beside 'em.

Ninth Circle indeed.

#osha's eleven #2thprose #posting snippets from this chapter without the full chapter's context is hard but y'all can have just this one #it's like lord of the flies meets jurassic park meets dante's inferno meets nausicaa in here. listen #i have to make my writing more surreal and scrapbook in pieces of realass literature or i'll die

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I actually didn't know how to parse the fact that FNV has JG tagged as "Good" in the karma system. definitely something I just went "...hunh. all right then" about and didn't give a second thought -- I think canonically he's a bastard man which is fine because I love bastard men, and I also have my own designs upon his development which I don't think can be represented in that trashfire of a DLC at all, and that was that

but I was lurking the notes of a post and I saw someone arguing against the "Good" flag for him and their argument ironically convinced me that the "Good" flag works -- they said they don't consider him a good person at heart, that he's struggling with his inherent nature, and he fails at that struggle a lot (hence the importance of the Courier's intervention and assistance). and yet... this is the marker of goodness to me. because goodness, as such, is fucking difficult. it's work! it's effort! it's the endless giving of fucks! it's trying and failing and trying again and being ridiculed for trying and being told you shouldn't bother trying and fucking up real bad and having to get up and, you guessed it, try again anyway! struggling with one's inherent nature.... yeah, ain't we all?

one of the weird things about the good/evil dichotomy to me is that people insist that one can be inherently one or the other. like someone is born with a certain moral compass, like it's part of your genome. no, man, morality is a factor of social development! yes, all of it! what we're callin JG's "inherent nature" is actually a complex web of mostly external and some internal factors that interact in a specific way. I think perhaps he knows that much of what he understands about himself has been socially engineered. but it's constantly being reinforced by his environment. the Courier's intervention is much-needed here at this critical juncture in his life, because the Courier's perspective could either reinforce the terrible programming he's been given, dimming the light of hope for him until it is all but gone, or it could be the push that sets him on a different path -- a scarier, unfamiliar one, but a good one.

Joshua Graham thought he was righteous. he had no need for goodness then. but when righteousness is revealed as fallacy, goodness is still available, a possibility that anyone can reach for, anyone, even if that possibility is hidden to others, much like the karma flags in NV are hidden. all one has to do is try.

#fallout #also the thing about video game morality systems is that you can't represent nuance that way lol #and nuance is a must with j grahams

[parttimepuff]

Hey don’t just drag Gremlin into this unprompted!

Drag his brother in too.

"Y'all did mention he had one a those, ah think. More family than he's let on." Dedede thought, fishing for his cellphone. "Assuming he does have a brother somehow, I don't think we need to bring more people into this than Gremlin and, hopefully, Beep. Unless he wants the moral support." Metaknight expressed.

"Eh, we can let them figure that out, then. Won't be pushing too much. Done enough of that." The king sighed, taking out his phone . If they could just talk to him and to Beep, assure them that they were on their side... Dedede jolted as the cellphone went off in his hand. Without checking the ID, he held it to his ear. "Hello??"

"Hiiiii Deeds!" A cheerful voice responded, the penguin relaxing. "Hey gumball. Whatcha callin' for? Just miss mah voice?" Dedede joked. "Yeah right! Like I don't hear more than enough!" Kirby teased back. The king snickered, he could use this kind of razzing to take his mind off things. But it didn't last, the puffball's voice becoming more serious. "So, I do have something kinda important to talk about, actually." He continued.

Dedede's growing smile fell, not lost on the knight. "Yeah? Ah'm listenin'." He assured him. "You know the Mirror World, right? With other versions of everyone?" Kirby prompted, a groan coming from the king. "Kinda wish ah didn't, but yeah." He confirmed, not liking the way this was going. "Well, Gremlin has one a those. And he's been living here for a little. And they're brothers. And they were wondering if he could live here all the time?" The puff rambled.

...a brother. As usual, Kirby had no real subtlety with news, but it didn't serve as a huge shock to the penguin. It was just confirmation. What made him pause was the fact that this was a fantastic opportunity. "...huh. Alright, ah'll see if he's worth it. We can meet to chat some time soon. In fact, let's meet at Twister's new livin' arrangements." Dedede decided.

"Oh, that's a great idea!!" Kirby agreed. "Though... um, be nice to him, ok? He's really scared of you." He added. That took the king aback. "Wh-me???" Dedede echoed. Why would he be afraid of... ah. Beep was afraid of him, too. Maybe it wasn't so unusual. "Nevermind. Ah'll, try n' be nice, promise." He insisted. "Thank you!!! It'll make it a lot easier on him! I'll go talk with Gremlin about making a time-oh! His name's Reverie! Almost forgot! Ok, talk to ya later!" The puffball bid farewell, the call dropping.

The king stared at the phone for a moment before putting it away. "...well? You're going to meet with him already?" Metaknight questioned. "Soon as ah can. Lemme fill ya in." Dedede replied. Time to get things done.

#ask #ic #anon #King Dedede #Metaknight #Kirby

[aeoki]

Sandstorm - Desert Survival: Chapter 7

Location: Hotel Resort Characters: Yuuta, Adonis, Kouga & Rei

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< End of memory. The present. ES idol hotel poolside. >

Adonis: (Hmm.)

(It was a lot of fun on our way here.)

(We found out our good friends “2wink” were also sent out to the Chuugoku region and we decided we would enjoy our time in the bus on the way here.)

(We had fun chatting and enjoyed the scenery while we were on the move.)

(We turned on the karaoke machine on the bus and sang and also played party games with Hakaze-senpai who loves them and is good at playing them…)

(We headed towards our destination while merrily having fun. It felt like we were on a school trip.)

(Oogami kept complaining but he appeared to be enjoying himself too.)

(He wants to rise up in the world, so he must have been really looking forward to “SS”.)

(No, he must have wanted to let the whole world know how strong “UNDEAD” is.)

(Thinking back, we haven’t been in-sync with each other since spring and things were awkward between us.)

(But we overcame the summer crisis and showed what we were capable of during the “Nightless City Live”...)

(We should have played a big part in the new “UNDEAD” that would satisfy our current fans and resonate with a new audience, largely thanks to our seniors' help.)

(We were always slow starters, but we were supposed to make a glorious comeback at this “SS” as a powerhouse unit that’s slightly different from the others.)

(That’s what Oogami kept insisting and I figured that could be the case too.)

(But look at where we currently are.)

(We spent a long time on the move, so partway through, we stopped and stayed at a hotel prepared by ES.)

(We let our guard down, fell asleep and when we woke up, we were in a place we didn’t recognise.)

(Naturally, we were all confused. There was someone who said they were on the “SS” Administrative Committee and explained the situation to us.)

(But we don’t know why we’re locked up in this place. They kept insisting that we’re fine and there was no need to worry.)

(And for some reason, Hakaze-senpai and Hinata are separated from us.)

(It feels as though they’ve been held hostage, so we can’t be too aggressive.)

(It’s possible they may be harmed if we do something unnecessary. As long as that point cannot be refuted, we cannot do anything careless.)

(I’m weak. But right now, all I can do is bear patiently with it.) 

Yuuta: I have a suggestion.

Kouga: ? What’s up all of a sudden, Yuuta? You’ve got an idea to get outta this situation?

Alright. I knew it, you’re smarter and calmer compared to Hinata ♪

Yuuta: …That’s my character, after all.

Anyway, I looked some things up on my phone while Oogami-senpai was making a fuss.

It looks like the stuff I can do on it is pretty limited because of how things are set up, though.

Kouga: Yeah. We can’t contact anyone from the outside world by callin’ or messagin’ them on “Hallhands” for some reason. Looks like we can’t connect to the internet, either.

Yuuta: It seems it is connected, but we can only view certain websites.

Doesn’t look like we can get help from the outside world using social media, though.

Look. It seems we can post videos on this website.

Kouga: Videos?

Let’s see. Ohh, you’re right. What’s this? “Oasis Videos”?

Yuuta: Yes, it looks like we can upload videos on it.

After the management for “Oasis Videos” reviews our video and checks there aren’t any issues, they’ll post it on the net.

Kouga: Huuh? Review? What’s that? So you can’t upload videos directly onto the website?

Yuuta: It seems the management behind “Oasis Videos” and “SS” are the same group of people. Look, it’s written here.

Maybe the management doesn’t like the idea of us posting an SOS on the “Oasis Videos” website.

Kouga: Hmm. Then, they should’ve just made it so that we can’t upload any videos at all. What’s the point in it? I’ve got no idea what they’re thinkin’.

Yuuta: We don’t know what the management is planning, but if you read the terms, it says they’ll allow MVs or funny videos.

Shall we upload something to test it out?

Kouga: Huuh? This ain’t the time for that! We’ve gotta think of a way to get outta here!

Rei ……… *Whispers into Yuuta’s ear*

Yuuta: ? Hmm…?

This is what Sakuma-senpai says: “Fools. We may be drowning and grasping at straws right now, but let’s use this ‘Oasis Videos’ and find a way out.”

“Even fools and blunt scissors can be useful in the hands of a clever person, but if there is a tool right in front of you and you don’t use it, then you’re simply a fool.”

Kouga: Like I’ve been sayin’! Why can’t you just say that, Sakuma-senpai!?

Talk to us! Stop usin’ Yuuta to speak! It’s pissin’ me off!

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The D/V Speedy

A snippet from one of the several WIPs I’m working on in the Arc of the Wolf:

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[Corry] lost himself turning that over and over in his mind; it was only when he heard the D/V Speedy -- D/V meaning dead vessel, Speedy highlighting Scotty’s sometimes screwball sense of humor -- coming through the Gut from the other side of the harbor that he pulled himself back to the moment, grinning to himself and shaking his head.

The skiff's hull was painted in whatever spare marine paint had been stuck on people's shelves, so it looked like some kind of functional cubist art piece, sporting several different colors.  The hull itself was old wood and had been outright sunk before Scotty got his hands on it, but was now sound enough for at least the harbor and river.  There was a portable bed box from a utility work sled amidships, re-welded into a more boat-friendly shape, which also doubled as a lunch box or bench for passengers.

Then there was the engine.  A simple outboard, battery powered, solar charged, Scotty had then modified it like some kind of deranged mad scientist, pretty much literally laughing maniacally to himself as he did, until it could -- in theory -- launch that little skiff full off the water and into the air.

Or, at least, until gravity reasserted itself and smashed the hull and pilot into pieces in the process.

So, not only was it actually theoretically Speedy, but it also had the potential to make itself into a dead vessel in a very real and possibly glorious manner.

Frankly, that boat scared the hell out of Corry, though in a fun way rather than the genuine way he was still trying to let go of.  Or at least cope with.

He headed down the ramp to the floating dock to catch the bow line Scotty tossed to him, quickly securing the skiff. "I see the death machine has spared you for another day."

"Melodrama," Scotty answered cheerfully, waiting until the line was wrapped around the cleat to climb over various obstacles and then step over onto the dock. "It's only a death machine if ye don’t know how to use it."

"Uh huh," Cor said, flatly, playing up the doubtfulness in his tone. "If you insist.  Did you bring anything interesting back this time, Captain Scott?"

Scotty gave him a half-shove towards the water, not enough to send him in, nose wrinkling at the title. "I do insist, and I did not.  Just credits, enough to buy the week's mornin' coffee."

Talk about accepting a pittance for a professional's services, but it was Scotty’s business what to set his rates at.  Be it credits or sunken boat hulls or woven bracelets or snobby soap.

("I thought we agreed we were gonna buy a boat together when we retired," Corry had jokingly lamented, after getting a first look at the wreck that would later become the D/V Speedy, "and here you went and bought one without me."

Scotty had snorted at him. "Well, ye're wrong.  I didn’t buy it, I bartered for it, so ye're not gettin' outta that pact we made anytime soon."  Then he had eyed the warped, holed hull sitting like a small, beached whale on the grass by the house, and winced jokingly. "Bit of a stretch callin' her a boat, though."

"Not even Barely Afloat," Corry had agreed, which had promptly sent them both off into giggles.)

#st:tos #star trek original series #scotty #corry #arc of the wolf #actual dorks

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I'm a big Shawn x Taker fan so maybe something about them? I love the concept of Shawn being a big flirt with Taker and the deadman not getting it because nobody ever acted like that before with him (you decide if sfw or nsfw, do what you feel more comfortable doing 💕)

Oh yes, love! I got you. Tysm for the request!

Shawn stumbled in the locker room, laughing and panting still riding on the high of winning his match with the help of his best friend, Hunter.

"Did you see that though he was just like UGH and I had that stupid ref distracted...but I swear that kick sent some teeth flying, flew right over his shoulder! I don't know how he didn't notice haha!"

The heartbreak kid, chugged some water and wiped himself down with a towel. Chyna giggled as Hunter planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Yeah, that was a tough one, man. Took all of us!" Hunter gave Shawn a smack to the butt. "Don't say we never do nothin' for ya!" "Never!"

A stagehand showed up to give Shawn back his jacket and sunglasses when he could hear a very faint alert on her radio. "Taker to the curtain get ready." "Ohh! Hold on guys..." Shawn said as he tried to rush past Chyna back to the entryway, "Take it easy! You always try to bulldoze us when you wanna see him come out!" Chyna laughed. "Yeah like, what's the deal he ain't nothing special!" Hunter teased as he unlaced his boots.

"I know! I just-" the undertaker's music started, the telltale gong rang throughout the arena. Shawn ran out the door back towards the entryway, it was always a show. Shawn liked how people parted like the red sea to let the big man through. He was enamored with the way the undertaker's hair draped over his face. It was as though he had to go through two sets of curtains, one to get to the ring, the other revealed the face of the man that so many paid to see whether it be out of fear or curiosity, the crowd would awash with stunned faces as they saw the undertaker.

"Good luck!" Shawn sang, Taker's brow furrowed but he didn't lose focus as he stepped out the curtain. Shawn made sure he stayed and watched the match before getting ready to leave for the hotel, though he didn't see the end of it as everyone nudged him to hurry up.

Back at the hotel the group sat around over a cooler laughing, passing a joint around while making way too much noise. "So what is it about the Deadman that has your panties in a twist?" Mused his best friend, sending the outlaws, pac and Chyna into another rouse. "Shut up! Can't I just appreciate his talent?" Shawn retorted. Hunter almost choked on his beer. "If 'appreciate his talent' is code for 'worship his cock' then sure!" Said Hunter, bluntly.

"Sound like someone's jealous!" Billy chimed in. "Yep! I'm almost surprised!" Road Dogg agreed. "Shut up! There's nothing to be jealous over. Besides, gruesome won't even give Shawn the time of day." Hunter said the very last part a little under his breath as he saw Shawn's face turn sour.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I can have anybody I want any TIME I want, cheif!" Shawn emphasized by jamming his finger into Hunter's chest. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah!"

Hunter nodded, the rest of the gang chuckled unsure of where this heated conversation was headed. "Then put your money where your mouth is, sexy boy." Hunter turns to Shawn who scowls at him. "I bet you a grand that you can't get a date with The Undertaker by the end of the week!"

"You're on big nose!"

"Who you callin' big nose?" They both jump up when Billy chimes in "I heard they have the baby faces put up at the crown plaza. Some of us are leaving Tuesday 'cause we have to be on TV, the others are heading out on Thursday." "So that gives you three days to woo the dead, big shot and I want proof." Hunter insists. "What kind of proof?" "Figure it out."

Later that evening Shawn found himself at the bar in the lobby of the crown plaza hotel. Black suit, and shades, it was part of the job to keep up the facade, hopefully he'd be left alone along enough to do what he had to do. But how does one entice a man they know nothing about? He'd have to figure it out fast because in walked his target, the difference between Taker in his ring gear and casual wear were night and day though in both he looked like he could murder somebody. His hair was slicked back in a ponytail, dark glasses kept him discreet and he was in leather. "Ooh!" Shawn whispered to himself. He saw the Undertaker head to the elevator and made his way to join him. The doors close and Shawn turned to Taker.

"Hey..." He says almost too sweetly. Taker is stunned when he realized who it was.

"Hey...what are you doing here?'

"I uh.. I wanted to talk to you."

"What about?"

Without Shawn realizing he'd walked with him to his room.

"Um...sorry I'm a little..." Shawn stalled, an unusual shyness came about him and he cursed himself for it.

"...wanna come in?" Taker asked, his gravelly voice shook Shawn out of his stupor. "Sure!" He had to dial it back as not to seem over eager. Taker threw his bag on the bed and sat in the big chair by the bed Shawn pulled up the desk chair as Taker threw his keys and shades on the nightstand.

"So...what's the problem?"

Shawn swallowed. "I was wondering, if you're not busy...maybe we could grab a drink sometime?"

"Grab a drink?"

"Yeah...you know, just the two of us?" Shawn grinned, raising a brown. The implication became clear to the undertaker. "No..." said Taker after a pause. "I don't think so, I don't think that'd be uh...wise."

"Why not?" Shawn looked him up and down, baby blue eyes terse with a somewhat hurt expression.

"Look I know what you're trying to do, but I'm not interested. I don't need trouble behind me right now." Taker shrugged.

Shawn frowned and nodded.

"No problem, I'll uh...see you around." Shawn tried to get up, he had forgotten he crossed his legs and tripped, falling into Takers lap, a flush came over both their faces. Shawn looked into those green eyes they were unsure, he couldn't be his brazen self with someone so delicate, someone he truly wanted. He pushed himself up, his hands on takers strong chest, their foreheads touching briefly. "Sorry! I'm a little drunk." "I can tell." Taker smiled, Shawn could melt in that smile.

"I'd better get going..."

"Hold on now..." Taker grabbed him gently by the wrist his huge hand engulfed Shawn's.

"I don't come to New York often but I know this uh...hole in the wall-type place where no one will bother us."

Shawn's smile could be confused for sunshine at that moment.

"Yes! Got him!" he thought to himself.

#undertaker #undertaker wwe #shawn x undertaker